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Hi, boo! Can you write something along the lines of reader being a little insecure from gaining a little happy weight and Kelvin assures and shows her that he still loves her and very much still wants to fuck her through the mattress? 😩😭

More Than Words.

Black Fem! Reader x Kelvin Harrison Jr.

Summary: See Ask. You’ve been feeling insecure about gaining a little happy weight, you walk into the kitchen and your man Kelvin cooks breakfast and noticed your mood, he begins to assure you, show you that he loves you very much, probably more than you loved him, still wants to fuck you through the mattress.

A/N: Yes I can lovely anon! Here you hope you enjoy! ❤️ don't forget to leave comments, likes and reblogs are welcome to support, drop a request if you like, they're always open! Ask and you will receive 🫡

Warnings: dirty talk, praise, reader being insecure, nasty!Kelvin, words of affirmation, slight self-esteem issue, pet names, Kelvin literally fucking the reader through the mattress, cursing, filth, vivid imagery including words, unhinged Kelvin, nipple play, size kink, rough yet passionate sex, unprotected sex, kissing, Kelvin being so smitten for the reader, aftercare

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The warmth of the morning light kissed your dark brown skin while your deep brown eyes gazed at the full-length mirror where you stood in front of, it hung on the wall painted in a soothing leafy green hue, reminded you of quiet nature and the smell of breakfast food wafted through your nostrils. Your sanctuary became the bedroom for the past weeks, and your weight gain dawned on you recently.

It's been a lackluster loop of work and home, as you kept looking in the mirror before you left. The blankets became your safety from the world outside, and the reflection staring back at you was a stranger. Someone you didn't even recognize.

You tugged at your oversized shirt, wishing it could somehow hide the insecurities gnawing at you.

It was a beautiful yet lazy Sunday morning and you woke up early from another intrusive thought about your weight.

Your mind was both a pleasant and a troubling space; initially, it felt like a vibrant warm sunny day filled with red roses and the sound of chirping birds, but then it transformed into a dark rainstorm with a tornado swirling through your room.

But sometimes you forget that you were in control of what goes on in and goes out your mind, you were the empress of your own castle. What focused on, became a hot topic in your mind. You were still learning to not overthink, then it would be everything to you when it’s not.

A tumultuous grey thunderstorm was forming in the depths of your mind, with raindrops landing on your brain, each causing tears to spill from your eyes, flowing down your cheeks like salty cascades.

But all you could focus on was the way your curves had shifted, the way your body had changed. The slight curve of your hips, the fullness of your thighs softly jiggled with each step, and you inhaled sharply. Stench marks laced on your brown skin similar to tiger stripes, each one with a different pattern.

A part of you wished to retreat under the covers and escape from the world and its harsh criticisms of the unrealistic beauty ideals. You knew you were beautiful, but today, you didn't.

Escaping the confines of the room and distancing yourself from the mirror became increasingly necessary as your thoughts spiraled Into a messy whirlwind, It felt nearly unbearable, prompting you to leave swiftly with a determined resolve, giving you a sense of relief.

As you entered the kitchen, you found him standing at the stove, his back to you, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. The muscles in his back flexed as he flipped the bacon, and your heart raced.

There was Kelvin, looking incredibly handsome as he prepared breakfast for both of you; even during your toughest times, he could lift your spirits and was a shining light in your darkest days.

Crispy bacon on the dishes, creamy scrambled eggs with a touch of cheese and pepper, accompanied by fluffy golden pancakes soaked in sugary syrup. Golden brown waffles on the side, as you favor them over pancakes, with orange and apple juices in transparent glass pitchers placed on a white polished porcelain counter.

Your stomach rumbled in anticipation, pouting your lip and you circled the counter. “Morning Kel,” you replied, your tone a bit sad and low.

“Good morning baby,” Kelvin’s voice broke through your thoughts, he grab a plate and set the breakfast food on it before passing it to you. Watching you walk over to the table and sit down, it was like a wave of emotion washed over the room. His eyes flickered back to you.

Kelvin hears the sadness in your voice and his face softened you in genuine concern, watching you eat your breakfast slowly.

You forced a smile, trying to shake off the cloud that hung over you. Kelvin turned, and his gaze met yours, those deep, soulful brown eyes sparkling with genuine affection. Watching you sit at the table alone, he walked over toward you and took a seat on the side.

He stepped a closer, washing his hands and wiping them on a towel before his eyes flickered back to you, “You okay? You seem a little off this morning.”

You pursed your lips a bit in sadness, trying not to let the clouds hang over your head. You knew he couldn't read your time, so you told him, “I’ve been insecure about gaining a little weight,”

“Y/N, you are absolutely gorgeous, I love you, adore every part of you. Those curves? They drive me wild, those stretch marks on your ass? I love those too,” He praised with assurance, kissing your forehead.

You felt the heat rush in your face from the words he spoke, sounding harmonic to your ears like music, deep down you knew he was right.

“You always know how to make me feel special hm?” You hummed softly, smiling while cupping his face.

“You’re everything I ever wanted, don't ever think that I will leave you. I’m still here and I’m not going anywhere, near you always,” Kelvin spoke up, his eyes reflecting his love for you.

“I love you, Y/N,”

“I love you too, Kelvin,”

With that, he swept you off your feet, his strength evident as he carried you back to the bedroom, your laughter mingling with his.

His booming footsteps onto the brown hardwood floors almost made you flinch as if it was a warning, slamming the door shut with the pad of his foot, his sinful grin plastered on his attractive face. Written of genuine adoration and smitten for you.

The mattress creaked faintly as he laid you down on your back, and you slipped off your shorts, and grey panties dropped on the soft deep green rug. Your tank top is taken off by Kelvin after that, your breasts drop out. Your brown areolas made him lick his plump, soft lips.

“May I touch you?”

“Yes, please, touch me, honey,” You breathed hitched, feeling his hands caress the softness of your stomach.

He easily slipped off his grey sweatpants and Calvin Kein boxers, while your pussy throbbed at the sight of his dark brown dick swaying against his thigh. His heavy ballsack dropped from the soft fabric.

“Come here,”

His hand cupped your breast and suckled on your nipple, your hands gripped the sheets tight and his fingers slid between your wet folds causing you to moan wildly, finger fucking you at a steady pace while his eyes flicked up at you. Watching your face contorted in pleasure.

“You have no idea how much I adore you, how every curve of your body pulls me in deeper, you’re so fucking, sexy,” He added, his mouth roughly sucking around your right nipple again, his tongue twirling around.

Taking your left nipple in his warm mouth, then letting it go. His face softened in pleasure, watching your titty bounce in his hand and groaning from it. He repeated the same way. his mouth sucking fervently, then letting your nipple go, bounced again. “Beautiful,” he moaned against your breast, his thumb flattened on your clit.

“Kelvin, you’re making me feel so good,” You gasped softly, your back arching for more. Hips rolling to his pace, becoming wetter as your essence splattered onto the sheets.

His hands cupped your breasts softly and pressed them together, you moaned again, Kelvin pulled back, his breath hot against your skin, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. "Good? Baby, I want you to feel amazing." His fingers danced lower, teasingly brushing against your inner thighs before diving back into your slick heat.

You could feel the tension building, a knot ready to untighten. His fingers pumping in and out of you, matching the rhythm of his mouth, your legs shaking. “Can I get a taste?”

“Yessss..” You moaned from his fingers curling up inside, his thumb circling your clit once he watched the wetness gathered around. Your body shaking with fervor, the thrones of pleasure flowed through you like a wave, washing over you. Kelvin gazed up at you with love in his eyes.

“You’re cumming already baby? That’s how you feel about me?” he teased with a grin, resuming to finger fuck you crazily.

He then dove his head between your legs, lifting your legs and holding them tightly under his arms, prying them wide open, his tongue gliding across your clit, and his finger kept moving. Your wetness spills onto his mouth, and screams leave you.

"Kelvin!" you cried out, the pressure overwhelming as you reached your peak.

"That’s it, baby, cum for me," he coaxed, his eyes locked onto yours as your body shook with pleasure. His voice deepened, making you wetter, and sending you over the edge. You were so close to getting there.

You felt the waves crash over you, your body arching off the mattress. Your essence spilled out immediately and he swallowed every drop, Breathless, you fell back against the sheets, panting, your heart racing.

He crawled back up your body, his lips brushing against yours. “I'm not done with your fine ass,” he replied with a grin.

You nodded weakly with a light chuckle, panting again. “I-i know that, Kel. I-i need to catch my breath.”

After a few more minutes, you said that you were ready to go before kissing him again.

“Bet, I’m about to fuck through this mattress, baby. Just relax and let me take care of you,” he grinned, leaning down to lick a path from your collarbone to the curves of your breasts, his mouth warm and possessive.

The veins in his dick protrude from your tongue gliding across your lips and a thick mushroom tip. Aching to be filled up and take every inch of him. Fuck, you needed him physically inside you. Thick beads of precum spilling out of his tip, he groaned with gruff, his voice a bit raspy, and beckoned for your call.

Kelvin pushed your legs back to the soft mattress of the king-sized bed, the white sheets freshly smelled of lemon and citrus, his eyes focused on your swollen wet pussy throbbing to be filled by his dick, itching to be one with your man who made you feel like an empress.

“Is there anything you want me to do gorgeous?” Kelvin asked with a grin, kissing your lips softly.

“Fuck me passionately yet roughly please,” You requested to him, stroking his dick in your hand.

He groaned from the touch of your thumb swirling onto his swollen tip, pushing every inch of him gradually to feel more of your walls clenched tightly, wetting his dick up. You moaned at the friction but you needed more, squelching sounds filling the room and echoing off the walls.

“That’s it, take every inch of what’s yours..damn..” Kelvin spoke up, biting his lips. Thrusting with relentless abandon, your wetness spilling down his abdomen, he wanted to dig out of it.

“Lay down on your back,” he said, his voice raised an octave, tone smooth like honey, rich and inviting.

You whimpered from the commanding tone, you rested back against the soft mattress, feeling the cool fabric on your heated skin. Kelvin hovered over you, positioning himself between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. “Kel…please…”

The heat flowed through you making you shake. You ached for him, he began rubbing his swollen tip against your wet slit just to tease you. That smirk of his return, “Please what? You gotta talk to me Y/N,”

“I need your dick, give it to me,”

With that, Kelvin slammed his dick into you as if he was wielding a weapon, the wet slapping noises filling the room of him diving into your deepest of creamy oceans, “Don't you see what you do to me?” he teased again, his head thrown back.

Your back arched instinctively, welcoming him deeper as he filled you up completely, his back muscles flexed once he drilled into you causing your hands to ball up in the sheets, with every thrust he fucked you deeper. “There’s right, wet this dick up, make a mess,” he encouraged, while you lost your mind. Your tears burned through your eyes, all you could was take every inch and scream in pleasure.

“Kelvin! Fuck! More!” you cried out, your nails scratch deep into his back causing the man to groan and hiss, you pushed your hips deeper, wanting more. The way he was fucking you, so roughly yet filled with undeniable tenderness, made you feel everything all at once.

“You’re so perfect, so sexy, so beautiful, everything about is perfect baby girl,” he whispered with a low groan. His eyes locked onto yours as he thrusts harder, the head of his dick brushing against your G-spot.

Your body shook underneath, your legs curling up near his waist, the pressure reached its peak, and you could see the colors of the room blurring from your tears. Ready to spill over and over again.

“Cum on this dick, I know you can do it, you got this baby,” Kelvin praisedz

After that, you feel that familiar knot tightened in your stomach, you felt your walls clenching around his dick, your essence gushed all over him completely. A wave of happiness washed over you, “Cum inside me,” you said weakly.

His own release following closely behind as he spilled his thick jets of warm cum inside you, you screamed loudly and felt everything. Now that was amazing, but thank goodness you were on birth control.

You both collapsed onto the mattress, breaths mingling in the bedroom. Kelvin rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow as he traced your features with his fingers, “You good baby?” he asked in concern.

“Y-yeah, I am, thank you Kelvin,” you said to him, smiling like a kid in a candy store.

“Good, let’s go take a bath, yeah?” he hummed to you, kissing your forehead once more.

The man picks you up effortlessly and kisses your lips twice sweetly, giving you the love you know that you deserve. He carried you into the bathroom, running both of you a hot bath as he washed you clean and massaged your feet like the empress you are.

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IS YOU FEELIN’ ME?/HOODSHURIAU

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐱𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐱𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 Dom!Ri Sub!Reader

Containing: Smut 18+

Summary: Ri, despite her success and fame, struggles with trust issues and commitment. Every failed attempt at a relationship has left her feeling jaded and unsure if she'll ever find love. This fear of intimacy has created walls around her heart that she's convinced could never be broken.... But what happens when she meets someone who challenges her views and slowly melts her defenses, showing her what true love and trust feel like? Can she let down her guard and open herself up to the possibility of love again?

Word count: idk

Note: Hii loves! It’s been a lil’ while since I been on this app… but Imma start being back active again.. maybe. BUT, while I was gone I’ve been thinking and making new story ideas for ya guys. And I just realized that I ain’t make no typa’ Riri fanfic… LAWDD MY BAAD.. Ykw, imma start making em cuz I do have a few Riri fanfics that I want to share wit y’all 💗. Oh and I’m still tryna make them stories that I published from when I said new story alert.. I only made 1/1 of them damn stories so I will be getting to that ofc. But anyway, enjoy. (Prolly finna go back MIA.) Oh! and one more thing, this is Shuri from a different universe so this is my own AU of her. She goes by the name Ri’ , but her last name is still Udaku. Just a lil reminder, this is MY own AU of Shuri, but she ain’t from Wakanda. She from Atlanta, but she goes by the name Ri’. If you don’t like how this is made, or this story you’re very welcomed to block me, or just keep scrolling. I’ve made this story based off of the picture Tish took with kehlani so it game me the idea to make this story.

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"Y'all niggas is weird, on my momma" Ri’ muttered to herself, chuckling heartily as she continued to scroll through her For You Page on TikTok, where her fans were once again tearing up some poor dude's comments who attempted to claim her as his woman.

Ri continued to smoke her blunt, taking a few more puffs as she scrolled through the comments of the various edits that her fans had made of her. They were hilarious and she loved them, though she just had to roll her eyes every time she saw another dude who tried to claim her.

"Man, these niggas needa' learn that I like pussy only." Ri said aloud, before taking a long hit from her blunt. Her fans never failed to crack her up with the way they defended her and ripped up any guys who would dare to call themselves Ri's future man.

Ri leaned back in her chair, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the air as she continued to scroll through the edits and comments. It amused her to no end, reading all the ways her fans would go to bat for her, especially against any dudes who thought they had a chance with her.

She let out a little scoff, finding humor in it all. "These dumb niggas really think they can claim me as their woman..." she thought to herself, before taking another hit from her blunt and continuing to scroll.

As she scrolled, she came across one edit that caught her attention. It featured a compilation of some of her most epic racecar moments, set to one of her favorite songs. Ri watched it with a proud smirk on her face, nodding along to the beat and feeling pretty damn good seeing herself in action.

Ri nodded approvingly as she watched the edit once more, before scrolling down to see all the comments. It was an endless flood of praise and admiration from her fans, and she made sure to like a lot of em before adding it to her own story on Instagram.

Ri leaned back in her seat again, her mind drifting as she took another puff from her blunt. The upcoming race was on her mind, and she was already mentally preparing herself for the competition and the party that would follow afterward. She let out a heavy sigh, realizing that it had been a week since she last had any sexual release.

Ri felt a little irritated and frustrated with herself for neglecting her own needs while focusing so intensely on her racing career. She knew that she needed to find a way to release her stress and pent-up tension, and her mind briefly drifted towards the thought of finding a one-night stand or a potential hookup for the after-party.

"Nah, that ain't right. I'm gettin' too damn old for this drought," she grumbled, already planning her moves to rectify the situation. "Gotta find myself a good fuck or two...or ten. Maybe even bust a nut or three myself if I gotta."

A grin spread across her face as she imagined all the ways she'd satisfy herself and maybe even someone else soon. "Three weeks 'til the next race...and the afterparty. Plenty of time to get hoes pussy wet and wild."

Ri’ had hoes that’s for sure, but she was so indecisive on which one she’d keep.. or maybe wifed? Who knows? If Ri’ was being honest, she ain’t wanna wife nun of them bitches at all. She had hella lil’ flings here and there but they were always one night stands and that’s it. After she had hit, BOOM the bitch blocked. It was just the Scorpio in her.

Ri’ tried to make some of the women she slept with her girlfriend, but it was always either she was cheating, or the other was cheating but either way, the shit wasn’t gon’ work out. So, that’s why she stayed single because she had plenty of freedom and ain’t have to worry bout nobody. But damn, it did get lonely once she got tired of having freedom though. All Ri’ wanted to do was come home to her girl, or wake up next to her. Wait a damn minute, she has woken up next to multiple women she slept with, so does that count at least?

Ri pulled out her phone and opened up her Instagram account, her thumb hovering over the "GO LIVE" button. She took one more puff from her blunt before taking a deep breath. She always liked talking to her fans on livestreams, and it was a great way for her to connect with her supporters.

She hit the "GO LIVE" button, and within moments, her live stream was up and running. The chat was immediately flooded with comments from her fans, expressing excitement and affection for their favorite stud and racecar driver.

Ri's livestream started to fill up with viewers pretty quickly, as her fans eagerly joined in to hear whatever she had to say. As she looked at the comments, she saw that the chat was moving lightning fast, with a flurry of messages flying across the screen. She chuckled to herself, amused by how excited and enthusiastic her fans were. She took a moment to take another puff from her blunt, releasing a cloud of smoke into the air as she read some of the messages from her fans.

Ri's hair is up in a big and fuzzy afro, showing off her neck tats and her shaved side of her head. She is wearing a black wife beater that hugs her body in a comfy way, as well as a purple sports bra peeking through it. Ri has on a pair of black sweatpants, with her black boxers peeking through. For accessories, Ri has diamond pierced earrings, a lip and tongue piercing, and her tooth gems and grills shine whenever she smiles.

Ri smiled broadly as she saw a flood of comments pop up in the chat. "Yoooooo", "Hey Ri!!", "wassup bae", "I miss youuuuu" were some of the comments she read. She chuckled to herself, feeling grateful for the love and support from her fans.

As she scrolled down the chat, she noticed that many of the fans were curious and excited about her upcoming race. "When's your next race?" "You gon' win?" "I can't wait to see you race!" were some of the messages she saw. Ri smirked, feeling confident and pumped up. "My next race is coming up in three weeks," she said aloud. "And hell yeah, I'm gon’ win. Y’all know I ain’t gon’ lose, hell naw."

The chat immediately exploded with even more enthusiastic messages. "Yesssss", "You got this boo", "I know you gon' win!!" filled the chat. Ri smiled, feeling even more pumped up and motivated. "Thanks y'all," she responded, her tone filled with gratitude. "I appreciate the support. I'm gon’ work my ass off and give it my all."

Ri let out a hearty laugh as she read the questions from her female fans asking if she needed a girlfriend. "Y'all girls tryna' slide in my DMs?" she joked. "I appreciate the love, but I'm straight. I'm just focused on my racing."

The chat was filled with comments from the girl fans, expressing their disappointment playfully. "Awwww", "Damn it", "We was gon’ treat you rightttt" were some of the remarks that showed up in the chat. Ri chuckled at their banter, feeling amused and entertained by their playful flirting.

Ri chuckled as she scanned through the comments, seeing that her fans were curious about her celebrity crush. "My celebrity crush? Y'all nosy, huh?" she joked. "I mean, I got a few that I think are fine. Rihanna is a queen. She fine as hell."

“But if I had to choose just one... man, that's tough. There're so many fine women out there." she continued with a smirk. "Halle Berry, Gabrielle Union, Teyana Taylor... those ladies got me weak in the knees."

The chat was filled with comments from Ri's fans, some of them expressing agreement and others playfully teasing her. "Yesssss", "That's some good taste," "You hella fine so it make sense," they said. Ri couldn't help but laugh at their reactions, feeling entertained and amused by their banter.

Ri chuckled as she read the comments about needing her hair braided. "You know what? I do need my hair braided," she admitted. "I'm due for a new style soon. And I heard there's this one girl who does bomb ass braids. She's the best in the city."

The chat exploded with excitement and enthusiasm. "We know who you're talking about," "That girl is talented asf," "Her braids are on point. "Ri should talk to her," the comments read. Ri smirked, amused at the fans' eagerness to connect her with this braid girl.

Author: So, your name will be cinnamon 💗.

Ri raised an eyebrow as she read through the comments, noticing how the fans were hyping up this girl named Cinnamon, who was the braider they were talking about. "Oh, Cinnamon, huh?" she said, her tone mildly interested. "I've heard about her, but I never met her. Y'all sayin' she fine as hell and pretty, huh?"

Ri looked at her phone as the @s for your Instagram account started coming through in the chat. "Oh, y'all got her Instagram handle and everything," she noted, impressed by how thorough her fans were. "Aight, bet. I might have to book an appointment with this Cinnamon girl. If she's THAT good and fine, I gotta see for myself."

Ri's eyes widened as she browsed through your Instagram profile. "Damn, she's fine as hell," Ri thought to herself, scrolling through the pictures that showed off your gorgeous looks and your impressive braiding skills. Ri was definitely intrigued, and she felt the urge to book an appointment with you.

As she looked through your Instagram profile, Ri saw that you had a link in her bio for booking appointments. Ri clicked on the link, which led her to a website that listed your services and availability. Ri saw that you had a few openings in her schedule for the next few weeks, and she decided to go ahead and book an appointment with you.

You were a vision of beauty as you stood in the hair salon, effortlessly working on someone's braids. Your long eyelashes fluttered gently against your skin, your eyes low and hooded with a relaxed, almost seductive expression. Your face was a masterpiece all on its own - pretty and well defined, with thick brows and full lips, now adorned in a pretty pink lipgloss. Your pink pixie mullet glimmered in the salon lights, a contrast to your dark brown skin, and your long acrylic nails were painted in the same shade of pink as your dress and lipgloss. You were the very picture of femininity, with a curvy body that was tastefully accentuated by your sexy dress.

The thin, silk material of the dress hugged your curves in all the right places, leaving little to the imagination as it clung to your ample bust, and your thick thighs as it flowed around your hips. The dress was short, showing off the rose tattoo on your thigh, and your perfectly manicured toes curled into your pink glitter delicate sandals.

The salon was buzzing with activity, and as you worked your magic, you drew the attention of both the clients and the other stylists in the room. People were stealing glances and admiring the view, your every movement and gesture exuding a magnetic allure that was both captivating and alluring.

You, as if unaware of the attention you were receiving, merely focused on your work, her hands moving with practiced skill and finesse as you continued to braid the client's hair. Despite her effortless sex appeal, You were completely focused on the task at hand, your mind and eyes fixed on the intricately woven braid patterns.

You finished up the client's braids, and you spun the chair around so she would face the large mirror. The client looked at herself, her face lighting up as she saw the intricate braid patterns and the way they fell in a neat waterfall down her back.

"What you think baby? You like?" You asked, your voice smooth and lilting.

"I love it!" the client replied, a wide smile on her face as she twisted her head from side to side, admiring the way the braids shimmered under the salon lights.

"You did a great job, as always. No one does my hair like you."

You chuckled, feeling satisfied with your work. "Well thank you baby, I'm glad you like it," You said, your tone warm and friendly. You then looked at your schedule and noticed a new appointment you’ve never saw before.

"Hey, I got a new client coming in a bit for braids," you said, your voice curious.

As your client paid you and left, your homegirl Anita came to you excited as hell.

Anita bounded over to you, her eyes sparkling with excitement.* "Girl, you not gon' believe who just booked a appointment with you.”

You raised an eyebrow, curious and skeptical. "Yeah? Who you talkin' bout?" You asked, folding your arms and giving Anita a sidelong glance.

Anita's smile widened, clearly amused at your reluctance to believe her. "I'm serious girl, I'm telling you, this girl is fine as hell. And you know them fine girls like gettin' they hair braided for."

You rolled your eyes, not quite believing what Anita was saying. "Oh please, you know how many fine girls come in here?" You said, smirking at Anita. "I ain't gon’ get my hopes up, you know that."

Anita shook her head, her excitement undiminished. "Nah girl, you don't understand. This girl is on a whole 'nother level. I'm telling you, she's fine and her instagram be poppin', girl got a huge fan base, and she's a damn celebrity herself. She's like a pro racer."

Your eyes widened in surprise, realizing who Anita was talking about.

"Wait, you talkin' about Ri Udaku?" You asked, the skepticism replaced by intrigue.

Anita nodded, a sly smile crossing her face. "Yup, that's the one. I know you know who I'm talking 'bout. You know her ass fine as hell. And I'm tellin' you, this Ri girl booked this appointment with you. It’s next Friday too!”

You couldn't deny the fact that Ri was indeed one of the finest women you’ve ever seen. And the fact that she came to her for braids sent a thrill down your spine.

"Oh yeah, Ri fine as hell alright,” You said, your tone sly and slightly amused. "And you telling me she asked for me specifically?"

You picked up your phone, scrolling through m your notifications, you noticed a sudden flood of mentions and new followers popping up on your Instagram feed.

"Damn, I'm getting more attention than usual," You muttered, a smirk growing on your face as you scrolled through the list of new followers.

You then noticed a familiar name among them - Ri Udaku.

Your eyes widened at the sight of Ri's name. You couldn't believe that the fine racer herself had actually followed you on Instagram.

"Holy shiiit, Ri really did follow me," You said, your tone a mix of disbelief and excitement.

Your heart raced as you seen Ri's DM on your Instagram. Quickly, you tapped on the message and wrote a reply.

"Hey Ri, it's Cinnamon. Just saw your DM and sure thing, next Friday works for me.”

Ri's reply came through quickly, her message brimming with excitement.

"Aight, thanks mamas. Looking forward to it. See you then."

You couldn't help but smile at Ri's reply. You loved it when your clients called you mamas, and coming from Ri, it made your heart flutter.

"Aww, she called me mamas," You muttered to yourself, your tone slightly giddy.

Anita suddenly popped up next to you, her tone teasing and mischievous.

Oh, girl you got you some coochie!" Anita said with a smirk, looking at you with a suggestive expression.

Your face turned redder than a tomato at Anita's comment, and you playfully swatted her.

"Girl, shut up 'fore I hit you," you said, trying to contain your laughter and embarrassment, still holding your phone.

Anita cackled, loving the way she teased you.

"Nah girll, I'm just playin' with you. But seriously, you know you gon' be doin' some fine ass braids for that fine ass woman." Anita said, winking at you.

You rolled your eyes at Anita's comment, but deep down, you couldn't deny the thrill you felt at the prospect of braiding Ri's hair. Ri was a well-known and attractive figure in the racing world, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness at the thought of doing her braids.

Meanwhile, Ri gripped Amira's hips tightly, slamming her thick strap into the woman's dripping pussy with ruthless intensity. Sweat dripped down her brow as she powered through, lost in the primal rhythm of fucking. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, punctuated by Amira's moans and pleas for mercy.

"Fuuuck, you take it so well Baby.." Ri growled in her ear softly, her voice raw with lust. She leaned forward, biting Amira's neck hard enough to leave a mark. "You love gettin' wrecked by me, don't it baby?"

Amira whimpered and nodded frantically, her nails digging into Ri's back as she met each thrust with desperate eagerness. Ri felt her own arousal building, the coil of tension in her core winding tighter with every stroke.

Ri continued to pound into Amira's eager pussy, her movements growing more erratic as she neared her climax. Despite the intense connection between them, Ri knew their relationship was purely physical - Amira was just one of Ri's many girls, just a warm body for her to use whenever she needed to release some tension. Ri didn't claim her as girlfriend, she wasn't looking for anything serious.

But damn, Amiri was hella fine, her body was banging and her face was pretty as hell, even if she was a little bit clingy sometimes.

Amira whined and bucked wildly, her own orgasm crashing over her as Ri's words pushed her over the edge. Ri snarled in satisfaction, feeling her own release surge through her veins.

Right now though, Ri didn't care cuz she wasn't here for no deep connection, just here to take care of her needs and then dip.

Amira was moving her hips so damn good, and Ri's grip on her waist became tight, and she moaned out loudly.

"Oh god, I love you baby." Amira said, looking up at Ri, her eyes full of affection and love.

Ri didn't feel that way about her at all, but she said the words anyway.

"Mmmh, I love you too Ma."

Ri let out a guttural moan, feeling Amiri's warm essence coat her strap-on as the other woman climaxed. She pumped her hips faster, relishing the slick friction between their bodies. Her own arousal was building rapidly, aching to be satisfied.

Ri growled, leaning forward to capture Amira’s mouth in a sloppy, dominant kiss. Her tongue plundered the other woman's mouth, tasting the warmth of her saliva, and the constant pant of her breath.

Ri broke the kiss, panting heavily as she continued to thrust into Amira’s eager cunt. The headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful stroke, the sound mingling with their heavy breathing and lewd squelches of lube and sex.

Ri gasped sharply as Amira suddenly started fucking back into her, the sudden resistance sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. She gripped Amira’s hips harder, fingers digging into flesh as she met each forceful thrust with her own.

Ri's free hand slid down to where their bodies joined, fingers seeking out Amira’s sensitive clit. She rubbed the swollen bud in firm circles, determined to push the other woman over the edge once more.

Ri felt the first spurt of Amira’s climax hit her strap, followed by a gush of warm fluid that soaked her strap and dripped down her legs. She slowed her thrusts to a gentle rock, savoring the sensation of Amiri's cunt milking her toy.

“Mmm, fuck yeah...squirtin' on my strap like a good girl," Ri praised, her voice low and approving. She continued to rub Amira’s clit, coaxing out every last drop of pleasure.

As Amira’s spasms began to subside, Ri withdrew her strap, giving it a few lazy strokes through the mess of fluids coating it.

After they finished, Amira was laid out on the bed as she watched Ri put her clothes on. Ri finished putting her clothes on, her body still slick with sweat. She noticed Amira watching her, her eyes filled with an expression that Ri knew all too well. Amira was hoping for more, hoping that Ri would stay the night and cuddle with her.

But Ri had no intention of sticking around. She wasn't looking for any kind of emotional connection, just a quick release. She looked over at Amira, her expression cool and unbothered.

She saw the look on Amira's face and knew what she was thinking. But Ri had a race coming up, and she didn't have time to get feelings involved. She put on her leather jacket, the soft material hugging her body just right. Then she looked back at Amira, her tone neutral.

"Aight Ma, I gotta dip." Ri said, not even glancing back as she walked out the room. She didn't look back, didn't even say a proper goodbye. Just like that, she was gone.

Amira was left lying there in bed, feeling a little bit hurt but not too surprised. She knew what she was getting into with a girl like Ri. It was just a hook up nothing emotional.

She sat up on the bed, feeling a little bit empty, but also relieved that she wasn’t holding herself up for something that wasn’t going to happen. She picked up her phone and opened her Instagram, trying to distract herself from her thoughts.

Her feed was filled with pictures of Ri, the pro racer had millions of followers, and she was a huge deal. Amira couldn’t help but feel a little pang of jealousy and envy as she saw pics of Ri with so many beautiful women, including famous models and celebrities.

She tried to brush off the feeling, telling herself that she was being ridiculous. She knew Ri wasn’t looking for anything serious, so why was she being so damn clingy? She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling of loneliness and longing.

You walked in through the door, greeted by the aroma of your boyfriend Daniel's cooking. He was busy in the kitchen, preparing a meal for the two of you. But as you looked at him, you couldn't shake off the feeling of indifference. He was handsome and nice and treated you well, but recently, you just didn't feel the same way anymore.

You tried to brush off the feeling, telling yourself you were just tired or stressed out. But deep down, you knew there was something more to it. You couldn't shake off the thought that you were starting to find women more attractive than men, and seeing your boyfriend in the kitchen, cooking for you, made you feel nothing at all.

You removed your salon apron, feeling a bit tired and sweaty after a long day of braids. You slipped off your sandals and your feet felt the coolness of the tile. Daniel came over, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek. "Hey Ma, how was work?"

You gave him a small smile, trying to feign enthusiasm. "It was alright, just the same old people coming in for the same old styles." You said, not wanting to make him feel like you were complaining about him.

Daniel nodded, a look of sympathy on his face. "I bet, just the same old stuff everyday. You must be tired." He said, stroking your hair gently.

Inside, you felt a wave of annoyance wash over you. You wanted to swat Daniel's hand away, but you held back, knowing that you were just trying to be affectionate. So instead, you forced yourself to lean into his touch, pretending to enjoy the way his fingers ran through your hair.

You faked a yawn, doing your best to sell the act of being tired. Daniel bought it hook, line, and sinker, his eyes softening as he looked at you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. "Aw baby, you tired? You wanna go rest in the bed and I'll wake you up when it's time to eat?" He asked, his voice full of affection.

You nodded, grateful for the chance to get away from him. "Yeah, I'm really exhausted. I think I'll go lie down for a bit." You said, extricating yourself from his embrace and heading towards their bedroom.

Daniel watched you walk away, a hint of concern on his face. "You sure you alright baby?" He called out, a trace of worry in his voice.

"I'm fine," You replied over your shoulder, trying to sound reassuring. "Just really tired, that's all." You disappeared into the bedroom, shutting the door behind you and letting out a heavy sigh.

You leaned against the door, closing your eyes and letting out a heavy sigh. You felt guilty for lying to Daniel, but you couldn't bring herself to tell him the truth. You knew he loved you, and you didn't want to hurt him, but you couldn't deny that you were losing feelings for him and starting to realize that you might prefer women.

You pushed yourself away from the door and went over to the bed, flopping down onto your back and staring up at the ceiling. Your mind was racing, and you couldn't shake off the guilt and confusion that was building up inside of you.

The thought of a hot shower seemed like the perfect distraction, so you got up from the bed and headed into the bathroom. You turned on the water, letting it warm up as you started to undress. As you stepped under the spray of water, you let out a deep sigh, feeling the tension start to ease from your shoulders. The water was hot and soothing, and you closed your eyes, allowing yourself self to just feel the heat wash over your body.

The thoughts of Ri flooded your mind, and you let out a soft moan as your hand slid over your body. You imagined Ri's hands on you, touching and exploring you, and suddenly you felt a rush of heat run through your body. You tried to push the thoughts away, but the more you thought about Ri, the more the heat built up inside you. You pictured Ri's muscular body, her sharp jawline, and the look of lust in her eyes as she stared at you...

Your breathing became heavier as you imagined Ri’s lips on your neck, her teeth gently nipping at your skin. Her hands were now roaming over your body, almost like they had a mind of their own. You let out a sharp breath, your hand moving down your body, towards your thighs. You couldn't stop thinking about Ri's lips, her lips that looked like they could do amazing things to your body...

Your eyes snapped open, your thoughts of Ri abruptly interrupted by Daniel's voice through the door. It was a jarring reminder of reality, and you felt a twinge of guilt for getting lost in your fantasies about another woman.

Daniel's voice rang out again, slightly muffled by the door, but still loud enough to carry through the bathroom. "Hey Ma, the food is ready now." He said, his tone casual and cheerful, not knowing that his girlfriend was having a mental battle in the shower.

You clenched your teeth, trying to push away the thoughts of Ri from your mind. You wanted to enjoy dinner and spend time with your boyfriend, not fantasize about another woman. But you couldn’t deny the fact that Ri was slowly taking over your thoughts, and it was getting harder to ignore the attraction you were feeling.

You turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a towel. You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself and push away the thoughts of Ri, at least for now.

You walked out of the bathroom, your body wrapped in a silk robe. Your hair was still wet and your skin smelled like vanilla, a scent that Daniel loved. As you entered the living room, you saw Daniel setting the table, a smile on his face when he saw you.

“You look beautiful as always,” Daniel commented, his eyes roaming over your body. The way the silk of the robe clung to your curves and hugged your soft body. You tried to smile, knowing that Daniel was trying to compliment and be sweet, but it fell flat to you. You didn’t feel any heat or excitement from his eyes.

“Thanks…” you said, the word coming out dull and empty. You sat down at the table, fiddling with the hem of your robe. You tried to act normal, but Daniel noticed something off with you. He frowned slightly, concern etched on his face.

"Is everything good baby? You seem a little out of it." He asked, taking a seat next to you. He reached out to touch your hand, trying to get you to look at him.

You withdrew your hand from his touch subtly. "I'm fine, just tired," you said, looking down at your plate. You hated the way he was looking at you, like he was waiting for you to open up and share your feelings. You just wanted to eat and go to bed, preferably alone.

As you two ate in silence, Daniel stole glances at you. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was definitely off. Maybe it was just stress from work, but you seemed distant and cold. The usual warmth and affection you showed him were nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, Daniels phone rung, as he took the call and stepped away for a bit. You were hoping that it was his job calling him in today. You let out a sigh of relief when you heard Daniel step away and answer the phone. You hoped that it was his job calling, asking him to come in for a double shift. That would give you some time to yourself, and you could try to sort out the conflicting emotions bubbling up inside you.

Daniel's voice drifted from the other room, but you couldn't make out what he was saying. As the minutes passed, You waited, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of your robe. You kept glancing towards the door, hoping that Daniel would come back and say he had to leave.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Daniel came back into the room. He looked slightly frustrated, running a hand through his hair. Your heart skipped a beat, hoping that he was called into work, but then he spoke and it all became clear. "My damn boss," he said with an exasperated sigh, "he just called and asked me to cover his shift tonight. He's got some family emergency or something, but I gotta head over there soon. You gon’ be okay baby?”

You felt a mixture of relief and annoyance wash over you. On one hand, you were glad that you would be alone tonight. On the other hand, you couldn't stand the thought of another night of pretending to be something she wasn't. But you plastered on a smile and nodded your head.

“Go on baby, I’ll be fine.”

Daniel still looked concerned, noticing the forced smile on your face. He wanted to press you more, but he knew better. With a sigh, he grabbed his keys and jacket, getting ready for the long shift ahead. "Aight beautiful, well I'll see you later then," he said, giving you a quick peck on the lips as he walked towards the front door. You watched silently as Daniel left the house, closing the door behind him. You waited for a moment, listening to the sound of the car starting up and driving away before letting out a long sigh.

The pulsing sensation between your legs intensified, the thought of touching yourself almost irresistible. You knew it would provide some temporary relief from the frustration and confusion your life had become, but a part of you also felt guilty for even thinking about it. You tried to distract yourself by scrolling through social media, but your mind kept wandering back to the image of Ri, that fine ass woman….

As you laid on the couch, your mind drifted back to Ri’. Every time you closed your eyes, her image appeared, along with the tantalizing sensations coursing through her body. Your fingers trailed down your stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of your panties.

You inhaled sharply as your fingers brushed against the slick folds of your sex, already damp with arousal. Imaginary images of Ri’s gentle touch, the warmth of her breath, and the depth of her gaze flooded your senses. With a soft moan, you began to stroke yourself, imagining Ri’s hands replacing your own. As your hands roamed your body, kneading and teasing your sensitive nipples, you couldn't help but picture Ri’s elegant fingers performing the same intimate gestures. The fantasy sent jolts of electricity through your veins, heightening your arousal.

"Ri, touch me like that," you panted, your voice husky with desire. "Make me yours, just for a moment." You pinched and rolled your nipples, gasping at the pleasurable ache. Your other hand continued its relentless pace between your thighs, stroking faster as your orgasm neared.

Mmm, yes... oh, Riiii!" You cried out, your body tensing as the first waves of climax crashed over you. You rode the intense pleasure, your imagination running wild with scenarios of the racer joining you in ecstasy.

You laid back on your bed, feeling the exhaustion of the day finally catch up to you. The stress and tension that had been weighing you down seemed to have lifted slightly, leaving you feeling relaxed and a bit more relaxed. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and letting yourself sink further into the sheets.

5 days later, you walked into the salon early, setting up your station as usual. You had spent the last few days trying to push thoughts of Ri out of your mind considering you literally masturbated to her. You told yourself that it was just a harmless attraction. But as you prepared your tools and got ready for the day, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in your stomach.

As the hours ticked by, the salon was surprisingly slow. Anita was supposed to work today, but she had called in sick. That meant that you were left alone, which you didn't mind too much. But as it got later in the afternoon, you began to feel more nervous. Your last client of the day was none other than Ri, the pro racer that you’ve been trying to forget about for the past few days.

Your heart raced in your chest as you looked down at your watch, seeing that Ri's appointment was only an hour away. You tried to shake off the feeling, telling yourself that it was just another client, nothing more. But the closer it got to the appointment time, the harder it was for you to push those damn thoughts out of your head.

Suddenly, you looked up from your station, your heart skipping a beat as you saw Ri walking through the door. The sight of her in person was even more mesmerizing than you remembered, and you found yourself staring for a few seconds too long.

Ri walked into the salon, looking good as hell. She had on a grey hoodie with the hood up, her dark curls peeking out just enough to frame her face. Her eyes were half-lidded, giving her a sleepy and seductive look. She was wearing a pair of grey sweats, and when they hung low it gave a glimpse of her boxers. Her arms and hands were covered in tattoos that seemed to move as if on their own, intricate and beautiful lines and patterns danced under her dark brown skin.

You watched as Ri walked in the salon, her presence immediately feeling overwhelming. Her eyes seemed to peer into your very soul, those deep red low-lidded eyes boring into yours as she looked up at you. She gave you a small smile, her lip and tongue piercings glinting in the light.

"Excuse me Mama, you cinnamon?" Ri asked, looking up at you with an amused smirk. Her voice was smooth and deep, her Atlanta accent coming through strong. Her eyes raked up and down your body, taking in every bit of you.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as Ri eyed you up and down. She had a confident energy about her, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous under her gaze. "Yea, I’m cinnamon," you answered, trying to keep your voice steady.

Ri’s smile widened as she heard you confirm her question. She looked you up and down once more, taking in every detail, before nodding with satisfaction. "Good, ain’t never heard of another person who do braids better than you ma. I’m finna be a recurring customer fr fr, my regular stylist booked up."

You couldn’t help but feel a little bit of pride swell up in you. You knew you were good at what you do, but hearing the praise from someone like Ri was different than anything you’ve experienced so far. "Thanks," you replied, not knowing how to respond. You motioned for her to follow you over to the back, where your station was set up.

Ri followed you over to your station, her gaze never leaving you. You could feel her eyes on you the entire time, and it made you a little bit self-conscious. She sat down on the chair in front of your station, leaning back and resting her arms on the armrests.

"So what you tryna get today?", you asked, finally looking at Ri.

"Cornrows," Ri replied, her gaze never leaving you. "Aight, bet. Gimme a min to get everything set up. In the meantime you can take off your hoodie."

Ri nodded and stood up, starting to take off her hoodie, revealing a fitted tank top on her and tattoos on her arms that moved elegantly with her body. She took a seat back down, and you couldn’t help but notice how toned her body was.

You shook the thought out of your head, trying to stay focused. You had a job to do, and you couldn’t let yourself get distracted by your client’s body, no matter how attractive they might be. You grabbed the stuff you needed for the cornrows and got to work, trying your best to ignore the way Ri’s gaze was burning into the back of your head.

You plugged your phone in to the speaker, the smooth sounds of Jhene Aiko’s vocals filled the room as you started to work on Ri’s hair. The music only added to the already intimate atmosphere, and you could feel Ri’s eyes on you, watching you work.

Ri was staring at you, her eyes glued to your every move. The music seemed to make everything more intimate, the sound of Jhene’s voice filling the room as you worked on her hair. She could tell you were nervous, your hands trembling slightly as you brushed and braided her hair.

Ri said nothing, watching you in silence as you braided her hair. The sound of her breathing and the music was the only thing you could hear, save for the occasional sound of you braiding her hair. She was studying you, taking in every part of you, from your hands to your hair, to your facial expressions. She could tell you were nervous, and she found it cute.

After a while of her watching you in silence, Ri finally spoke up. Her voice was low and soft, her eyes still fixed on you.

"Ay ma, how old are you?" Ri asked.

You almost jumped at the sound of her voice, not expecting her to speak. You looked up at her for a moment, surprised by her question. "I'm 23," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

Ri nodded, her eyes never leaving yours. "Damn ma, I thought you was older. You look grown as hell, in a good way of course.." She said with a smirk.

You couldn’t help but smile a little bit, the complimented making your heart beat a little bit faster. Still, you were trying to keep your cool and stay professional. "Thanks," you replied, continuing to work on her hair.

Ri watched you work for a few more minutes, the music still playing in the background. She seemed curious, and eventually, she spoke up again.

"Ay, can I ask you somethin’ ma?" Ri’s voice was smooth and casual.

You paused your braiding for a moment, looking up at her. "Sure, go ahead." You said, trying to sound casual even though your heart was starting to beat faster.

Ri smirked, noticing the slight change in your demeanor. She leaned back in the chair, getting more comfortable.

"You got a boyfriend ma?" Ri asked casually, her eyes roving over your face, waiting for your answer.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes a little, thinking about your current boyfriend, Daniel. You didn’t feel the same way about him anymore, and you were starting to realize that you were attracted to women more than men.

"Yeah, I got a boyfriend..." you replied, trying to sound casual, but your voice betrayed a hint of boredom.

Ri noticed the eye roll and the tone of your voice, and she couldn’t help but be intrigued. She leaned forward in her chair, her eyes locked on you.

"You don’t sound too happy about that ma," Ri said, her voice low and seductive.

You paused for a moment, caught off guard by the comment. You tried to keep a poker face, but you couldn’t deny that you were starting to feel a little bit flustered.

"It’s just complicated," you replied, not wanting to go into too much detail about your current relationship.

Ri nodded, a smirk on her face. She could sense that there was more to the story, but she didn’t push it. Instead, she switched gears.

"How long ya’ll been together?" Ri asked, curiosity still evident in her voice.

"Two years," you answered, continuing to braid Ri’s hair, trying to keep your mind focused on the task at hand instead of the attractive pro racer sitting in front of you.

Ri nodded, her gaze still fixed on your face. She seemed satisfied with your answer, but she wasn’t satisfied enough yet.

"And how he treat you?" Ri asked, her question innocent, but her tone was not.

You sighed, considering the question. It was a complicated answer, but you tried to be honest.

"He treats me fine, I guess. He’s always been good to me, but recently I just ain’t been feeling him the way I used to..." You said, your voice trailing off, sounding tired and weary.

Ri nodded, listening intently. She could tell there was more to the story, but she didn’t push it.

"Whatchu mean you don’t feel him? He don’t treat you good no more or sumn?" Ri asked, her tone casual.

You shrugged, trying to find the right words to explain. "It’s just...I don’t know. Maybe it’s me, maybe I’m the one who’s changed, but I just don’t feel the same way anymore. We used to be good together, but now...now I just feel trapped, like I’m stuck in a relationship that I no longer have feelings for..."

Ri looked at you for a moment, studying your face as you spoke. She could see the conflict in your eyes, the mixture of confusion and sadness. Her expression softened slightly, and she leaned back in the chair again.

"Sounds like you in a tough spot, ma.. You should talk to ole dude." Ri said in a gentle tone.

After hours of braiding, you finally finished Ri’s hair, letting her look at it in the mirror. Ri looked at herself in the mirror, admiring the intricate cornrows that now adorned her head.

"Damn ma, you never disappoint, real talk. My hair look good as hell." She said with a smile, her gaze flickering to your reflection in the mirror.

You felt a sense of pride swell up in you as she complimented your work. You were a perfectionist when it came to hairstyles, and you always strived to do the best for your clients.

"Thanks," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady, even though her gaze was making you feel a little flustered.

Ri turned around in her chair, her eyes still fixed on you. Her gaze was intense, and you could feel her studying you from head to toe. She leaned back against the chair, resting her arms on the armrests.

"You hella good at this. You know a lotta stuff about hair.. what else you good at, ma?"

You felt a shiver run down your spine as Ri looked at you with that hungry gaze. She was obviously eyeing you up and down, and you could feel her eyes burning a path down your body. You tried to keep your cool, but her intense look was leaving you feeling a little bit out of sorts.

"I mean, I’ve got other talents.." You said with a shrug, trying to stay nonchalant even though your heart was beating fast.

Ri smirked at your statement, letting out a soft chuckle. She leaned back in the chair, still looking you up and down.

"Yeah, well I got a special talent of my own. It's somethin’ a lot of women can testify to.." Ri said with a sly grin.

Ri thought about it for a second, her eyes flicking to the clock on the wall. It was almost closing time, and she knew she had to get going soon. "You know what ma, I actually got an invitation to the after party that’s happening after the race tomorrow night. You free to come watch me race?" Ri asked, her question straightforward and blunt.

You were taken aback by the invitation, not sure if it was professional to go. But you found yourself nodding before you could stop yourself.

"Yeah, I could come watch. I'm off tomorrow so I should be free." You replied, trying to seem nonchalant, even though you were kind of excited at the prospect of seeing her race.

Ri smiled, pleased with your answer.

"Aight bet. I’ll have my people arrange a section for you to sit in. It’ll be fun, promise." She said, standing up from the chair and grabbing her hoodie.

You nodded, trying to ignore the way your heart was racing in your chest. You watched as she got her hoodie and slipped it on, hiding her toned body from your view and instantly making you feel kind of bummed.

Ri looked at you, a smirk on her face as she noticed your expression change.

"Aw you ain’t like the way I cover that up, huh?" She teased, pulling her hood up over her head.

Ri pulled out her wallet, looking at the bills inside before looking back up at you. "How much you say this cost, ma?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It’s $150..." You replied, expecting her to just give you the exact amount, but she surprised you by pulling out a few hundred dollar bills and holding them out to you.

Your eyes went wide as you looked at the stack of bills in her hand. "W-wow...you know I can’t accept all that, right?"

Ri chuckled, waving her hand dismissively. "Don’t worry, consider it a tip. I’m generous when it comes to beautiful women."

Your cheeks reddened at her words, your heart fluttering in your chest. You’d been complimented many times before, but there was something about the way she said it, combined with that hungry gaze...

Ri walked past you, her hand landing on your ass with a gentle pat. "I’ll see you at the race, ma." She said with a smirk, before walking out of the salon, leaving you standing there with a racing heart and flushed cheeks.

You stood there for a moment, your hand resting on the spot where she’d touched you. Your entire body was buzzing with energy, your heart beating faster than it usually did. You couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness at the thought of seeing Ri again the next night...

You cleaned up the salon after she left, your mind still on her throughout the entire process. When you got home, you found a note from your boyfriend Daniel saying he had to work late that night. You didn’t bother reading the rest of the note as you went to your bedroom.

You started to go through your closet, pulling out one of the outfits you knew looked good on you. But then your thoughts shifted to the packs of braiding hair sitting on your dresser. You picked up one of the packs, looking at the shiny strands of hair in your hand. You realized that you still had to braid your hair for tomorrow...and the thought of doing it yourself made you excited. You took a deep breath and started to split your hair into sections, starting the long process of braiding your own hair.

As you braided your hair, you found yourself thinking about Ri. The way she had looked at you, the way she touched you, the sound of her voice... It was the sound that stuck with you the most. Her deep, smooth voice saying your name, the sexy drawl that made every syllable sound like a temptation. You let out a soft sigh, your hands moving without even realizing it, going through the familiar motions of braiding...

The thought of seeing her again tomorrow night brought a smile to your face. You couldn’t wait to see her in action, and the thought of being in the stands, watching her race... you couldn’t help but feel a little thrill run through you. You kept braiding, the anticipation building up inside you.

You finished braiding your hair, taking a few steps back to admire it. Satisfied with how it looked, you grabbed your phone and took a quick picture of the hairstyle. You uploaded it to your story, captioning it "new hairstyle who this? 👀" and sat back patiently, waiting for the comments to roll in.

Comments from all of your friends and followers started pouring in, all of them complimenting your new look and asking who braided your hair. But one stood out in particular, a comment that said "Looking good ma 😍 can’t wait to see you tomorrow". You recognized the username immediately, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

The comments went wild when people noticed that Ri had commented on your story. "Ooh, looks like someone has a secret admirer 👀" one person wrote, followed by another comment that said "Damn Ri be shooting her shot early 🤌🏼”

The more comments that came in, the more your cheeks grew red. You couldn’t believe that Ri had openly commented on your story like that, and people were noticing - and shipping the two of you together. You tried to brush it off, but you couldn’t deny the little thrill that went through you everytime you thought about seeing her tomorrow...

You scrolled through the comments, seeing the different reactions from your friends and followers. It was clear that people had noticed the chemistry between you and Ri, and they weren’t shy about letting you know. One comment read "Ri out here shooting her shot like a pro 🏀" another one that said "Dang, Ri ain’t even trying to hide it, huh? 👀😂"

Daniel came home a bit earlier than expected, and his mood was anything but pleasant. He was already irritated from his double shift at work, but the moment he saw your story, his mood turned for the worse.

He was pissed off when he noticed that Ri, a lesbian, had commented on your picture with heart eyes. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of anger and jealousy, wondering what kind of relationship you had with the pro racer.

He slammed the door behind him, the sound echoing throughout the house. He stormed into the living room, where he saw you sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone. He couldn’t help but notice how flushed your face was, and he couldn’t help but wonder if it was because of Ri’s comment.

He cleared his throat. “Who the hell is Ri, and why she leaving heart eyes under yo picture ma? I don’t recall you telling me you knew anybody named “Ri”.

You were caught off guard by his anger and possessive tone. You sat up on the couch, setting your phone down on the coffee table.

"Ri? She's just an acquaintance, I did her hair earlier today." You replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

He raised an eyebrow, not buying it. "Just an acquaintance? Then why she leaving heart eyes under yo picture like yall in a relationship or sumn?" He crossed his arms, his expression stern and suspicious.

*You sighed, knowing that you wouldn't be able to get out of this conversation easily. "She's just a... really friendly person ight? It doesn't mean anything." You replied, realizing that the excuse was weak even to your own ears.

He narrowed his eyes, not convinced by your explanation. "Really friendly? That ain’t just friendly ma, that’s another level of friendly. You sure she ain’t no threat to us?" His voice was full of suspicion and jealousy.

You shook your head, exasperated. "No, no, there's nothing like that going on. She's just a client of mine, you're overthinking it." You tried to downplay the situation, hoping he'd drop the subject. But Daniel wasn't backing down so easily.

You let out an exasperated sigh, your patience starting to wear thin as his questions continued. You smacked your teeth, shaking your head. "Seriously Daniel, it's not that deep. She's just a client, nothing more. Can you please drop it?"

He rolled his eyes, not wanting to give up that easy. "Don’t give me that bullshit ma, she ain’t just a client. I saw how she commented on yo picture wit her heart eyes, like she tryna holla at you. You expect me to just ignore that? Hell nah.” He said, his voice growing louder.

You felt a surge of anger rise within you at his accusations. "I ain’t having this conversation with you right now. You're acting like I’m cheating on you or something, which is not the case. Ri is just a client, and her leaving a heart eye emoji on my picture is harmless, it’s not that deep. Can you please just trust me on this?" You said, your voice sharp and irritated.

He let out a scoff, clearly not believing you. "Trust you? How can I trust you when you lying to my face like that ma? A lesbian leaving heart eyes and commenting wit all them damn emojis is harmless? You out yo damn mind if you think that don’t mean something. She’s clearly interested in you ma. Ain’t no way imma let that slide." His jealousy was clear as day, his words filled with possessive anger.

You reached your limit with his jealousy and accusations. "Get out of my goddamn house Daniel. I am not dealing with your insecure bullshit right now." You snapped, standing up from the couch and glaring at him.

He was taken aback by your sudden outburst, not anticipating such a strong reaction from you. "What the hell ma, you tryna kick me out? I live here too! You can’t just tell me to get out because I’m pointin’ out the obvious." He said, his anger still present, but now mixed with surprise and hurt.

You were beyond irritated at this point. "I don’t care. I told you, I’m not dealing with your insecure bullshit right now. You wanna act like a goddamn caveman and accuse me of cheating when I ain’t do nothing, then you can get out of my face until you get your head on straight." You said, your voice steely.

He looked at you, his expression a mix of anger and disbelief. "You for real right now? You gon kick me out just cuz I want you to stop talking to this Ri hoe? You really gon choose a girl over your man?" His voice was filled with frustration and accusation.

You couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. "Choose? Really? Since when is keeping in touch with a client considered choosing someone over you? Since when is it a crime for someone to comment on my picture with heart eyes? Just because she happens to be a lesbian and find me attractive?" You shot back, your voice rising in anger.

He snapped back at you. “So now you admit she finds you attractive? So I was right, she hittin on you and you tryna play it off like she ain’t! That’s messed up ma, you doin me wrong. You wrong for that.." He said, his voice firm and stern.

You pointed towards the front door, your hand trembling with anger. "Get the fuck out." *You said, your tone leaving no room for argument. You weren't going to put up with his bullshit any longer.

He looked at you, shocked by the finality in your voice. "You for real ma? You choose that girl over me? After all we’ve been through, everything I’ve done for you?" His voice held a hint of desperation as he tried to convince you to change your mind.

You clenched your fists, your anger and frustration reaching a boiling point. "Choice? This ain’t about no damn choice, Daniel. This is about trust and respect. You’ve done nothing but accuse me of things I didn’t do, and you act like you got no reason to trust me. Ri is just a client, nothing more. But you too busy seein what you wanna see, and ignoring the truth so bye." You said, you voice filled with venom.

He shook his head, disbelief and hurt etching across his face. "I can’t believe you doin me like this. I love you, and you treatin me like I’m some damn side piece. You out here entertaining another woman’s advances instead of shootin her down and shutting her up. You know I can’t trust you when you hangin around someone like that ma." He clenched his fists, his words filled with pent up anger and jealousy.

Your patience had run out and you weren't in the mood to play games anymore. You shrugged your shoulders and pointed to the front door with a firm gesture, your face set in a stony expression. "Well, go then. Since you think I'm the problem." Your voice was sharp and cold.

He looked at you, his anger and hurt turned into disbelief. "You for real kickin me out ma? You ain’t even gonna try to make things right? I’m your man, and you just gonna toss me out for a client? I’m the one who’s been loyal to you from day one, but you throwin all that down the drain for some rando girl you met today?" He said, his voice filled with a mix of anger and desperation.

You shook you head, your anger rising with each of his words. "Ri ain’t nothing but a client, and you know damn well I haven’t done anything wrong. It’s you who’s the problem. You the one who can’t seem to trust me, no matter what I do. I’m done dealing with your bullshit, and I’m done trying to prove myself to you. Go find yourself another girl if you can’t appreciate the one standing right in front of you!" Your voice was filled with frustration.

He took a step closer, his hands clenching at his sides. "So this it, huh? You just gonna throw away everything we been through because of one girl? Ain’t no matter how long we been together, and all I done for you? You just gon drop me that quick? Your feelings for me never meant a damn thing huh?" His voice trembled with anger and hurt.

You took a deep breath, your emotions swirling inside you, and you decided to be honest.* "Truth is, Daniel, I’ve been feeling like this for awhile now. We been together for a long time, but I ain’t feeling the same way about you as before. I don’t know how to explain it, but I just don’t like you like that no more." You said, your voice flat and emotionless.

He looked at you, his expression a mix of hurt and disbelief. "What you mean you don’t like me no more? You just gon drop me like that? After everything we been through? After everything I done for you? You really this cold hearted? No love for me at all?" His voice was filled with desperation, as if he was clinging onto the last threads of your relationship.

You sighed, rubbing your temples in frustration. "It’s not about being cold hearted, Daniel. I can’t help it if I don’t feel the same way about you no more. It hurts me too, but I’m tired of faking it. We both know my heart ain’t truly in this no more." your voice was tired, but firm.

He shook his head, his own frustration and hurt growing by the second. "You can’t just switch up on me like that though ma. What about all the plans we had, the future we talked about? You gon throw that all away just because you “don’t feel it no more"? He let out a bitter laugh.

Your expression remained stoic, your heart hardening against his attempts to guilt trip you. "Those plans and dreams was made when I still felt a certain type of way towards you, but now I don’t. I don’t know what to tell you, but feelings change. I can’t force myself to love you the way I used to." Your voice was devoid of any emotion, but the words still packed a punch.

He looked at you, his expression a mix of anger and hurt. "You so cold ma, how you gon do this to me like that? You just gon end it like it ain’t mean nothin? We invested so much time and effort into this relationship, and you just gon toss it away like it’s trash." He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, his grip on the situation slipping away with every word you said.

He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "Alright, I get it now. You dead serious about this. You really don’t care about me no more, huh? Fine, I’ll pack my stuff and go. I’ll be back tomorrow to get the rest of my things, but don’t even think about trying to talk to me. I ain’t trying to hear it ma, you made your bed now lay in it." He gathered up the last of his things and headed for the door, slamming it shut behind him.

You stood there in the empty apartment, feeling a mix of sadness and relief. It was over, the relationship that you had spent so much time on, was finally at its end. You knew that you had done the right thing, but the pain of breaking his heart still lingered in the air.

You sank down onto the couch, feeling a wave of emotions wash over you. You looked around the apartment, the memories of the good times you had together flashing in your mind. But the love you once felt for him, the spark that had once burned so brightly, had been extinguished, and there was no way to bring it back.

You stood in front of the mirror, getting ready for Ri’s race. You should have been feeling excited, but the events of the previous night still weighed heavily on your mind. You looked at your reflection in the mirror, trying to shake off the lingering sadness and heartbreak that clung to you like an unwelcome shadow..

You applied your makeup meticulously, trying to get the flawless look for the event, but the memory of Daniel would not fade from your mind. Every stroke of the brush, every swipe of the eyeliner, was a reminder of the argument. The words that were exchanged, the pain that was inflicted... it felt like a dark cloud that was following you around, casting a shadow over all your thoughts.

Your mind wandered, thinking about how your relationship with Daniel had ended so abruptly. The love that had once blossomed between you two had now turned to ice, leaving behind only shattered fragments of memories. You tried to push the thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand, but the memory of Daniel's hurt expression kept flashing in your mind like a haunting image.

You looked stunning though, your long braids falling down your back and over your shoulders like a curtain of satin. Your face was radiant, framed by long lush eyelashes and lips that glistened with gloss. Your figure was a masterpiece, with a body both slender and toned, your curves accentuated by your choice of clothing. Your tight khaki shorts, white crop top, and delicate sandals showcased your physique flawlessly, giving glimpses of your toned abs and your perfectly manicured toes, adorned with a pale pink nail polish. You were a vision of effortless grace and feminine allure.

As you looked in the mirror, you finally felt satisfied with your appearance, the memory of Daniel slowly fading away. The outfit you had chosen was chic and understated, yet it had a subtle sensuality to it that was impossible to ignore. The thought of meeting Ri, and seeing her race was enough to keep your mind occupied.

You took one last look in the mirror, adjusting your outfit and smoothing out any creases. It was time to go, time to see Ri and witness her race. You picked up your phone and your purse, and with one last deep breath, you locked the door to your house and headed off to the event.

The drive to the Atlanta International Speedway was buzzing with the excitement of race fans. The atmosphere was electric, the anticipation of the impending race hanging in the air like a thick fog. The sound of car engines and the buzz of conversation filled the night, and as you walked up to the venue, you could feel the air of excitement and energy building up. As you made your way through the crowd, you couldn't help but feel anticipation growing within your chest. The thrill of the race and the chance to see Ri in action was something you couldn't wait for.

You arrived at the venue, the atmosphere was electric. Spectators bustled about, making their way to their seats, and the air was filled with the scent of food and excitement. You made your way to the VIP area, showing your ticket to the guard at the entrance, your heart pounding in your chest.

You passed by the other fans, some dressed in race merchandise, some dressed more casually. Your eyes scanned the crowd, looking for a familiar face, but all you could see were the eager faces of the racers and their crewmen.

You made your way to the pit area, the scent of exhaust fumes and the roar of engines filling the air. The atmosphere was chaotic, with crewmen rushing around, making last minute checks. The tension was palpable as the sun started going down, leaving the racetrack lit only by the flickering light of fluorescent bulbs.

Suddenly, your eyes widened as you turned around to find Shuri standing behind you, her presence commanding attention. She looked every inch the pro racer you knew her to be, her tattooed arms and pierced lip adding to her bad girl appeal. The way she was dressed in her baggy tracksuit and helmet was a mixture of casual elegance. She flashed a smile, revealing the tooth gems that glistened under the fluorescent lights.

She took a few steps towards you, the scent of her perfume dancing around her. Her eyes, dark and hooded, seemed to draw you in, the combination of tiredness and excitement making them even more captivating. Her deep voice broke the silence. "Damn mama, you looking hella beautiful tonight. You actually came to see me race, hm?”

Your mouth went dry as you heard the sound of her voice, a deep and gravelly tone that sent a shock through you. She exuded confidence and charisma without even trying, and the effortless way she carried herself was almost mesmerizing. You tried to gather your thoughts, finally finding your voice. "Mhm, you told me to come, so I did love.”

She raised an eyebrow, her gaze not leaving your face. "Love?" She repeated, her voice filled with amusement and a hint of something more. "You calling me love now huh? I ain't complaining though." She chuckled, taking another step closer to you, closing the distance between you.

Your heart was racing as she stepped closer, the air becoming electric as her presence consumed your senses. You could smell her perfume even stronger now, the scent of leather and musk mingling with something else, something sweet and almost intoxicating. "Just being friendly, that's all." You replied, trying to sound casual, but your voice betrayed the effect she was having on you.

She let out a low, amused laugh, her eyes roaming over you, taking in every detail. "Friendly eh? You sure that's all it is ma?" Her gaze landed on your body, her eyes roving over you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. The way she looked at you made you feel exposed, like she could see straight through you.

She leaned in closer, her breath hot on your ear, making your body tingle. "You got any idea how stunning you look ma?" She whispered, her voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. "Been trying not to stare at you from the moment you walked in, but goddamn your beauty making it hard to concentrate.”

As the race was about to start, Ri pulled away, her eyes lingering on you for a moment before she turned away. "I gotta get ready ma, but don't go anywhere, alright? I'll find you after the race." She said with the hint of a promise in her eyes. With a final wink, she disappeared into the back with the other racers, leaving you feeling a bit flushed and eager for what was to come.

The sound of the starting gun rang out, breaking your reverie. You watched as the race began, the cars and racers blurring together as they sped around the track. It was a blur of movement and noise, but you couldn't focus on it, your mind wandering back to Ri and her words. You wondered what would happen afterwards, what Ri had planned. Your heart fluttered with anticipation, the waiting feeling like it was never ending...

Ri's car stood out among the rest, the sleek dark purple paint job glistening in the artificial light, with her name in bold black cursive letters and a detailed panther on the side. It was a powerful sight, the car a reflection of her fierce personality. You watched as the race started, Ri's car a blur of movement as she maneuvered through the bends, her skills on full display.

The other racers stood no chance against Ri's skill and speed. She was a force to be reckoned with, and she quickly took the lead. The audience went WILD, cheering and shouting enthusiastically. It wasn't just because they wanted her to win, but because they recognized and respected her talent. Everyone watching was awestruck by her skill, and it was clear that Ri was born to race. Ri's jaw was set, her eyes focused solely on the road ahead, her hands gripping the steering wheel with a steady grip. She wove through the cars effortlessly, like a cat chasing after its prey. Every turn she took was carefully executed, every maneuver carefully planned. Ri's every cell was focused on the race, and it showed in her performance, the way she moved the car like an extension of her body.

The laps blurred together as the race continued, the cheers and chants of the crowd blending together with the sound of roaring engines. Ri was in her element, her body moving effortlessly to control the car, her muscles coiled and tense. She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins, the rush of the race coursing through her. She could feel the race start coming to a close, and she focused in more intensely, her mind going blank aside from the sensations of the car and the taste of victory right in front of her grasp.

Ri could see the finish line coming up, and with a final burst of speed, she crossed it, her car coming to a stop. The crowd went wild, the sound of her name being cheered filling the air. Ri sat in the car for a moment, letting out a breath as she realized she had won. The adrenaline was coursing through her veins, her body buzzing with excitement. Ri's crew rushed to the car, congratulating her and slapping her on the back. Ri smirked, basking in the glory of victory. She got out of the car, her body sore but her spirits lifted. She still felt the adrenaline running through her veins, and she was itching for something else to take the edge off.

Paparazzi and fans were all over her, asking for autographs and pictures. Ri signed autographs and posed for pictures, her smile bright and charming. She was basking in the attention, loving the adulation from the crowd. But after a while, she started to feel restless, the buzz of the cameras and the attention starting to fray at her nerves. She looked around, her gaze searching for something, or someone in particular.

Her eyes landed on you, the sight of you standing there, alone in the crowded stands, sending a wave of excitement through her. She excused herself from the people surrounding her, starting to make her way towards you.

Ri pushed through the crowd, her eyes fixed on you the entire time. She could see the anticipation in your eyes, the way your body moved a little impatient. She felt a sense of satisfaction at the thought of being the one you were waiting for, and she increased her pace, weaving through the people to get to you quicker.

As she got closer to you, her gaze roamed over your body, taking in every detail. You looked so damn good, and she couldn't help but appreciate the sight of you. She finally reached you, her eyes still roaming over your body, taking in every curve, every angle.

She stood close to you, so close you could feel her body heat, her body radiating with a primal energy. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear, her breath sending a shiver down your spine. She whispered, her voice low and seductive, "The after party at the penthouse is about to begin, and I want you there." She pulled away, her gaze burning into yours, her eyes dark and hungry.

You felt a thrill go through you at her words, the commanding tone sending a shiver down your spine. Ri's eyes on you were intense, and you could FEEL how badly she wanted you. "You coming?" She asked, her voice a velvety purr as she smirked.

Your heart skipped a beat at her words, the way she said it making your head spin. The thought of the party, and being with Ri was all you could think about. You nodded, your tongue tied in knots. "I'll meet you there," you managed to say, your voice shaky.

Ri nodded, an amused smirk playing on her lips at your flustered state. But before she walked away, she reached out, grasping your chin and tilting your head up to look at her. Her eyes bored into yours, the intensity of her gaze making you feel like prey. "Don't keep me waiting Mama," she said, her voice a low command. Her hand lingered, the barest of touches, as she ran her thumb along your jawline before letting go.

She turned away without another word, disappearing into the crowd. You stood there, heart pounding in your chest, the lingering heat from her touch burning your skin even through your clothes. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. This party was going to be wild, and you had a feeling that the night was only just beginning…

You hurried to your car, your hands shaking from adrenaline. The thought of Ri waiting for you at the penthouse party making your head spin. You got in and started the car, your mind a blur as you navigated the streets, the neon lights of the city flashing by.

Every second felt like an eternity as you made your way to the penthouse party. Your mind was racing with anticipation, your body tingling with excitement. You could imagine Ri waiting for you, her gaze hungry and commanding. You gripped the steering wheel, increasing your speed as you weaved through the traffic, driven by the burning need to be with her.

The party was already in full swing when you arrived, the music blaring from the penthouse. As you stepped out of the car, you took in the scene before you. The penthouse was massive, the lights blindingly bright, the floor crowded with people dancing and drinking. You could see the rich and famous mingling with the who's who of the city, the atmosphere one of wild abandon and debauchery. But your eyes were drawn to one person in particular...

There she was, Ri, standing with a group of people, her presence commanding attention. She looked as confident as ever, her head held high, a glass of vodka in her hand. She was laughing and chatting, but her eyes kept wandering every now and then, searching for something. She was like a predator on the prowl, looking for her next prey.

Her eyes suddenly found yours, and her gaze snapped to you instantly. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of you, a smile spreading across her face, a smile filled with satisfaction and desire. She excused herself from the group, her attention completely focused on you as she started to make her way over.

You couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest as she came closer, her gaze never leaving yours. You felt your breath quicken, adrenaline pumping through your veins. As she finally reached you, she looked you up and down, taking in every inch of you, like a predator sizing up their prey. Her eyes were filled with hunger, her smirk predatory.

Ri stepped close, her body a mere inch away from touching yours, her eyes locked onto yours. She could feel the heat radiating from your body, the tension between you almost crackling with electricity. She raised her hand, her fingers tracing along your jawline, her touch making your skin shiver. Her voice was low, filled with desire.

She took a step closer, her body pressed against yours now, her scent overwhelming your senses. She leaned in, her lips hovering just above your earlobe as she whispered, her breath sending tendrils of heat down your spine. "You a lil’ late Mama." she said, her hand gripping your waist, her fingernails digging into your flesh.

Her touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body, her possessive grip sending a shiver down your spine. You inhaled sharply, your body pressing into hers instinctively, trying to get even closer. "I'm sorry," you murmured, your voice shaky and laced with desire.

Ri gave a low laugh, her grip tightening on your waist. "Don't be sorry Mama, I got a way for you to make it up to me." She spoke into your ear, her voice low and sensual.

Your mind was spinning, your body on fire with desire. You leaned closer to her, your breath ragged with anticipation. "And what's that?" you managed to say, your voice tremoring.

Ri let out a low, sultry laugh, her hand sliding down to your hip, tugging you closer against her. "Oh you gon’ find out soon enough." She leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your neck, her lips trailing along your pulse point. Her touch was electric, igniting every nerve in your body.

Your eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping your lips as she kissed your neck. Her touch was intoxicating, every press of her lips sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. You couldn't help but arch into her touch, your body craving hers, begging for more.

You felt the pressure building on your bladder, and you knew you needed to take a break from the party. You excused yourself and made your way through the crowd, heading for the bathroom. As you entered the bathroom, you noticed a girl leaning against the sink, her eyes fixed on you. She was stunning, with long, dark hair and sharp features. She was dressed in sexy, revealing clothes, and her gaze was calculating as she took you in.

She pushed off from the sink, walking over to you with a confidence that exuded dominance. She smirked, her eyes roaming over your body in a way that made you feel like prey. "You know, when I heard Ri was bringing someone to the party I just had to see it for myself." Her voice was low and sultry, sending a chill down your spine.

You felt a mixture of intrigue and nervousness as she approached you, her eyes sweeping over your body. "Um, I'm sorry, have we met...?" you asked, trying to keep your composure

She chuckled, her smirk growing wider as she leaned against the wall, still eyeing you like a predator eyes prey. "No, I doubt that we haven't seen each other before, but I know a few things about you love." She said, her eyes roaming over your body again, her gaze settling on your neck. "For example, I know you're Ri's newest toy. Ain’t you cinnamon? The girl who do braids?"

You narrowed your eyes, your irritation growing with each word she spoke. "I ain’t nobody’s toy." You replied in a cool, steady voice. "And I ain’t no damn toy to no one. I’m a grown ass woman, not somebody thing to own."

She let out a laugh, her smirk turning into a full on smile. "Oh really? That’s not what I heard from Ri. She ain’t shy about bragging about what she got going on with you darling." She said in a mocking tone.

Your irritation turned into anger now, and you clenched your fists, your heart pounding with anger. "You don’t know what the hell you talking about, sweetheart. Ri and I ain’t nothing but just..." You trailed off, realizing you didn't even know exactly what you was to her.

The girl noticed your hesitance, and her smirk widened. "Aww, you unsure about your relationship with her? Ain't that adorable. Can't even define it yourself." She said, clearly enjoying taunting you.

You felt your irritation flare up again, her words hitting a nerve. "Look, I don't need you up in my personal life. Who I am with and what I am to Ri ain’t none of y’all damn business." You said through gritted teeth.

She raised an eyebrow at your tone, clearly not expecting the pushback. "Touchy, aren't we? It must suck not knowing where you stand. Ri’s just playing with you, you know that, right? She’s always been that way, always tossing people aside when she gets bored. She’s never been into the whole emotional attachment thing. She just likes the thrill of the chase."

You felt anger bubbling to the surface as she spoke, your mind racing with thoughts. Hearing her mocking tone and her words, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of anger, sadness, and frustration. Her taunting words stung like a slap in the face, hitting too close to home. The intensity of your emotions overwhelmed you, and without thinking, you stormed off, leaving the bathroom and making your way out of the penthouse party.

The cool night air hit you as you stepped out, the loud music and noise fading behind you. Your mind was still racing, filled with a mix of anger, hurt, and confusion. You felt like you needed to get away, to escape from the party and the world for a while. With your emotions in a whirlwind, you started walking away from the penthouse, not even knowing where you were going, just blindly following instinct.

Ri walked out of the penthouse, looking around for you. Her heart was racing with worry, not used to feeling this intensely for someone. "Where the hell she go at?" she murmured to herself, her eyes darting around the area, searching for any sign of you.

Her heart thudded in her chest as she realized you were nowhere to be found. She started to panic as she thought about all the possible scenarios that could have led to you leaving. Her mind reeled, running through all the possibilities. "I gotta find her," she said aloud, desperation in her voice.

Ri's eyes caught sight of you, your figure standing out in the night. She felt a sense of relief wash over her, but also a twinge of worry. She started to make her way towards you, quickening her pace. "Baby!" she called out, her voice carrying over the noise of the night. "Baby where you goin?"

You heard her call out to you, her voice filled with concern and urgency. You stopped in your tracks, your mind still clouded with anger and confusion. For a moment, you considered just ignoring her and walking away, but the sound of her voice had a gravitational pull you couldn't resist.

You turned towards her, your eyes meeting hers. The anger was still there, bubbling just beneath the surface, but something in her gaze made it fade just a little. "What the fuck do you want Ri?" you asked, your voice cool and guarded.

Ri felt a pang of disbelief and surprise at your tone. She was taken aback by the coldness in your voice, something she had never heard before. She looked around, her expression turning stern and sarcastic. "You talkin to me like that?" she asked, her eyebrows raised in a mix of surprise and annoyance.

You met her gaze with a defiant glint in your eyes, your anger and hurt surfacing in your tone. "What, you surprised I’m talking back? You must have mistaken me for someone different tonight." You said with a sarcastic edge, your words dripping with frustration.

Ri laughed, a dry, humorless sound. She could feel her temper starting to flare, her patience wearing thin. "Oh so we being a smartass now, huh? Cute." she said, her tone cold and stern.

You looked at her, your voice a mix of anger and hurt. “That ex of yours, she know you, know me? She know what I do for a living?”. You clenched your fists, your mind racing. “She been tellin me how you talk about me like I’m some toy”. You took a step closer to her, your voice low and hard.

Ri's expression hardened even further at your words. She hadn't expected you to bring up Amira, and the fact that she had been talking about you made her uneasy. "Wait, hold up. She been talkin to you? What did she say exactly?" she asked, her voice low and tense.

You raised your chin defiantly, the fire in your eyes sparking as you answered her. "She was telling me how you talk about me. How I’m just a toy for you, all fun and no feelings. How you don’t care, and how I’m just your newest lil plaything." You said, your words cutting like a knife through the tense air.

Ri's face darkened, her eyes narrowing. "She said what? That bullshit. You know she just tryna start trouble and you falling for it like a damn fool. All exes do that shit Mama." She clenched her fists, her own anger building.

You let out a scoff, your own anger building. "Oh, so now it’s bullshit? But you ain’t denying it." You stepped closer, closing the distance between you two.

She shook her head, letting out a frustrated laugh. "It ain’t like that. She just mad cause she’s still hung up. This what she do when she don’t get her way. You can’t be believin her bullshit. She just want to get in between us, tryna start drama." Her words came out fast, desperate, her eyes pleading.

The pain in your chest intensified at her words, and your anger flared. "Oh, so I’m supposed to just disregard her words? Ignoring the truth right in my face just because you say she liein? What reason she got huh? Why she want to get in between us if you ain’t like that?" You took another step closer, your eyes blazing.

Ri ran a hand through her hair, frustration in her movements. "I ain’t saying disregard her completely, but knowin her she probably over exaggeratin everything. She get upset over any little thing. She probably still salty I left her, so all this just her way of tryna get at me by messin with you." She tried to sound reasonable.

Ri cocked her head, her expression a mix of irritation and curiosity. "So why you so tense all of a sudden? Ain’t me and you got a thing. What you care so much about what my exes say?" She asked, her voice tinged with exasperation. "And don’t you have a man right now anyway?"

Your heart skipped a beat at her words, but you tried to keep your cool. "Yeah, I used to. Key words being used to. We ain’t together no more". You said, your words tinged with bitterness.

Ri raised an eyebrow at that, the information taking her aback. "Oh?" She said, her expression changing. "You and ol dude split up? When did this happen?" She tried to sound nonchalant, but her curiosity was clear.

You let out a scoff, your mind flashing back to the memory. "He just couldn’t handle it when he saw you commentin on my Instagram story with the heart eye emoji. He got it in his mind that we was messin around, and his jealousy just got outta control." You rolled your eyes at the ridiculous memory.

Ri’s eyes widened, realization dawning on her face. "He broke up with you over that? Really? He’s that insecure over my comment on yo Instagram story?" She let out a scoff, the corners of her mouth lifting into a smirk.

As the silence settled between you, tension crackled through the air. You could feel the weight of her gaze on you, the intensity almost electric. Your heart pounded in your chest, the anger and confusion from earlier now tinged with a new, unexpected anticipation.

Ri couldn’t help but feel her own emotions swirling, the mixture of frustration and desire making her head spin. She took in the sight of you, anger and defiance still etched on your face, and yet she could see something else lingering in your eyes. Could it be the same emotion that was coursing through her veins right now? She took a step closer, closing the distance between you slightly.

Ri’s hand slowly moved to your throat, her touch gentle but firm, and a dark smirk crossed her face. "You still mad at me, mama?" she repeated, her voice low and sultry. Your heart raced as you felt the pressure of her hand on your throat, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "Yeah," you replied, but your voice lacked conviction. Ri’s smirk deepened, her gaze darkening as she leaned in closer.

She tightened her grip slightly, making you gasp. "Oh, you can lie to yo self all you want, but I can tell you’re not really mad at me." She said, her eyes wandering over your face, taking in every little detail. Her thumb traced the edge of your jaw, the touch sending sparks through your body. You felt yourself growing weaker under her stare, unable to deny the effect she was having on you.

Ri noticed the way your eyes fluttered, the way your body responded to her touch, and the smirk turned even more predatory. "I know what you need, ma. You ain’t mad at me, not really." She said, her voice dripping with a dangerous sweetness. "What you need is a way to let go, to let all that tension out." Her hand trailed down your neck, slowly and teasingly.

Your breath caught in your throat as her hand moved down your neck, the touch both torturous and tantalizing. You tried to protest, to deny the truth of her words, but you found yourself unable to form any words. Instead, a soft whimper escaped your lips, betraying your true feelings. Ri chuckled darkly at the sound, her grip on your throat tightening just a bit more.

Ri stepped even closer, bodies now pressed against each other, her body heat radiating through you. She leaned in, her lips almost touching your ear. "You think you deserve to be angry at me, huh? But really, you know you just want me to make up for it," she murmured, her voice like honey, smooth and intoxicating. "You want me to make you feel good, don’t you, ma?"

“Yes..” you mumbled, greeting needier by the second.

Ri’s grip on your throat tightened even more, her eyes darkening with desire. Her gaze locked onto yours, waiting for you to give in and surrender to what you truly wanted. She raised her eyebrows, her expression telling you exactly what she wanted you to say. "Uh uh, that ain’t my name mamas. Come on, ma. You know what you need to say." She said, her voice a low, commanding tone.

Your body tingled, your need for her growing stronger with every second. You could feel her breath against your face as she waited for you to give in and say what she wanted to hear. "I need you, daddy." you finally admitted in a hushed whisper, the words spilling out before you even realized it.

Ri’s grin widened as she heard the words leave your lips, her eyes glittering with satisfaction. Her grip on your throat loosened, but her hand stayed there, a possessive touch that set your heart ablaze. "There we go baby." She murmured, her voice a dark, velvety purr.

She leaned in even closer, her lips barely touching your ear. "You want me to take care of you, ain’t that right?" She asked, her voice sending shivers down your spine. You couldn’t deny it, not with her so close, her scent filling your senses, her touch igniting a fire within you. "Yes." You whispered, your voice shaky, but filled with need.

Ri raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Yes, what?" She asked, her voice firm and commanding. She wanted to hear you say it again, the word that she knew would send you spiraling even more into submission.

You felt a jolt of heat shoot through you, your body responding to her command. "Yes, daddy," you repeated, your voice tinged with a mixture of desire and submission. Saying the word out loud heightened the sensations coursing through you, and you felt yourself sinking deeper into the haze of pleasure and need.

Ri’s gaze never left you as she led you to her car and opened the door for you, her smirk still in place. There was a possessive glint in her eyes, as if marking her claim on you. As you sat down, she gently closed the door behind you, her eyes roaming over your body for a moment longer before she walked around to the driver’s seat. The air was thick with tension, the anticipation of what was to come swirling through the air.

Ri got into the driver’s seat, her body just inches away from yours. The confined space of the car only seemed to amplify the tension between you, making it feel suffocatingly intimate. She started the car, the engine purring to life and the soft music from the radio filling the space. As she pulled the car away, her hand fell to your thigh, her touch sending shivers through your body.

You shivered under her touch, her hand on your thigh, her fingers tracing subtle circles across your skin. It was a possessive touch, like she was claiming you as hers, marking you as her own. You could feel her gaze on you, even as she focused on the road, her attention divided between you and the drive.

Ri’s hand kept stroking your thigh, her touch growing bolder as the miles passed. The tension between us was building to an unbearable degree, your body trembling under her touch. Every touch of her fingers sent jolts of pleasure coursing through your body, making it difficult to think clearly. You could feel her eyes on you, the intensity of her stare almost overwhelming.

Ri's grip on your thigh tightened, her hand inching higher, higher, higher. She could feel you squirming in the seat, trying to hold back the moans that threatened to escape you. You were a mess, a mess she made, and she was relishing every second of it.

You let out a soft noise as her hand reached higher, her touch burning through your skin. You wanted more, needed more, but she was controlling this, and she knew it. She was in control, and you were completely at her mercy. Ri could see the way you were coming apart at her touch, the desire in your eyes igniting an animalistic need within her.

"Look at me." Ri commanded, her hand pausing in its journey up your thigh. You opened your eyes, meeting her smoldering gaze. She studied you for a moment, taking in the sight of you, completely undone by her touch.

She could see the needy look in your eyes, the desperate need for her, the way you were fighting to keep yourself together. She found it adorable, and a darker, possessive part of her wanted to see you completely come apart, completely submit to her. "Good. Keep looking at me ma."

Your eyes stayed fixed on her, unable to look away. The mixture of desire and submission making it impossible to look anywhere else but at her. Your body was on fire, your skin burning wherever she touched you. You could feel yourself slipping, losing control and falling deeper under her spell.

You let out a soft whimper at the contact, your body trembling as her touch sent sparks through you. You felt like you were on the edge of something, something intense and overwhelming. Ri’s smirk deepened as she watched you come undone, her touch growing bolder, more confident. "You doin’ so good for me, ma. Just keep looking at me."

Ri pulled the car up to a beautiful, luxurious house, the exterior exuding elegance and wealth. The property boasted a sprawling landscape, with towering trees and lush greenery surrounding the house. The outside lights shone brightly, illuminating the property in a warm, inviting glow. Your eyes widened at the sight of the house, taken aback by its sheer magnificence. It was clear that this wasn't just any ordinary house, but a place of opulence and grandeur. Ri killed the ignition, her gaze shifting to you, her smirk growing wider at your reaction.

She let her hand travel one final time up your thigh, her touch lingering for a moment before she withdrew it. Her eyes shone with a dark, possessive gleam, her words a whisper. "Come on, ma.”

She opened the car door, stepping out into the night. You took a moment to catch your breath, before following her lead, your body still buzzing with the aftershocks of her touch. As you made your way up to the house, you couldn't help but steal a glance at Ri, her figure tall and imposing, her presence commanding. But despite her exterior, you couldn't shake off the fact that everything was about to change once you stepped inside.

Ri opened the door, the interior of the house lit by soft lights, revealing an entrance hall that was just as opulent as the outside. The floors were made of polished wood, the walls lined with expensive artwork. The space was tastefully decorated, with a sense of style mixed with comfort.

You followed Ri as she walked farther into the house, your eyes roaming over the interior, taking in the sheer opulence of the space. You couldn't help but feel a little out of place in such an extravagant environment, but at the same time, there was something about it that made you feel oddly comfortable.

Ri led you through the house, passing by several rooms, each one more elegant and luxurious than the last. She stopped in front of a door, turning to look at you with a smirk before opening it. The bedroom beyond was truly fit for a queen, with a huge king-size bed dominated the room, soft silk sheets and plush pillows beckoning you to sink into their embrace.

The room was bathed in a soft, ambient light, the colors of the room a soothing shade of blue and white. A fireplace crackled in the corner, casting a warm and intimate glow. The rest of the room was filled with expensive furniture and stylish decorations, the space a perfect blend of luxury and tastefulness.

Ri stepped further into the room, her movements smooth and cat-like. She moved over to the bed, taking a seat on the edge, her eyes never leaving yours. She patted the spot next to her, motioning for you to join her.

You hesitated for a moment, but the pull of her gaze was impossible to resist. You walked over to the bed, taking a seat next to her, your heart pounding in your chest. The intensity of the moment was almost overwhelming, the air between you crackling with electricity.

Ri took off her jacket, revealing her toned and taut muscles. Her tanned skin was covered in colorful tattoos, the ink dancing over her well-defined abs and arms. The purple sports bra she was wearing hugged her form, emphasizing every curve and muscle, the sight leaving your mouth dry.

Ri turned to you, a vulnerability in her eyes that you hadn't seen before. She took your hand in hers, her voice low as she spoke. "You know I got feelings for you, right? Do you feel the same way about me? 'CuzI don't want you playing with my heart, ma. I need to know you're in this as much as I am.”

The raw honesty in her words touched you deeply, the vulnerability in her eyes making your heart swell. You could feel the truth and sincerity in her words, the weight of her feelings hanging heavily in the air. You held her hand tighter, feeling a connection run through you, a bond that went deeper than the surface.

You looked into her eyes, your voice steady as you spoke. "Of course I have feelings for you, Ri. But I also need to know that this ain't some game to you. I don't want to get played, I need to know that your feelings for me are real.”

Ri nodded, her expression serious. "You ain't gotta worry about that, ma. I'm done playing games. I ain't here for no bullshit, I'm here because I like you, I'm here because I want you. I ain't playing." She said, her tone firm and sincere.

Her words were reassuring, the honesty in her voice making it clear that she wasn't toying with you. You felt the tension in your body ease slightly, a feeling of acceptance washing over you. There was a moment of silence between you, the air thick with a mix of emotions. The room seemed to shrink around you, the outside world fading away as you looked in her eyes.

Ri scooted closer, her hand still holding yours. Her eyes roamed over your face, a mix of desire and tenderness in her gaze. "I ain't gonna play with your heart. That ain't what I about. I ain't ever liked nobody how I like you." She said, her voice low and intense, her eyes searching your expression.

Her words sunk into you, a warmth spreading through your body. She wasn't kidding around, her feelings were real, as real as your own. You could feel the sincerity in her gaze, in her touch, and it sent a shiver down your spine. You let out a deep breath, your own feelings bubbling up inside of you, the need to express them almost overwhelming.

Ri's hand shot up, gripping your throat with possessive force. Without warning, she pulled you forward, smashing her lips against yours in a kiss that was all fire and desire. Her tongue slid into your mouth, dominant and demanding, the taste and feel of her overwhelming your senses. She kissed you with a fierce intensity, her hand on your throat holding you in place, her body pressing against yours. She took control, devouring your mouth with need and want.

You felt yourself melting into her kiss, the intensity of her touch burning through you. Your mind was clouded with need, your body responding to her touch like it was on fire. Your hands came to rest on her arms, gripping at her toned biceps, trying to anchor yourself in the wave of pure sensations that was coursing through you. Her hold on your throat was dominating, possessive, and you couldn't resist her, even if you wanted to.

Ri broke the kiss only to move to your neck, her kisses more like hungry bites, her teeth grazing against your skin. She was leaving her mark, showing anyone who laid eyes on you that you were hers. Her breath was hot against your skin, her body pressed flush against yours.

Ri's hands went to your clothes, roughly tugging at the fabric. She looked at you with dark, hungry eyes, her voice a low, possessive growl. "Take this off for me, ma. I want to see all of you." She said, her voice thick with need. Her words sent a jolt of heat through you, your body responding to her command automatically, your hands working to obey her orders. She watched you with a predatory gaze as you began to undress for her.

As you took off your blouse, Ri's eyes raked over your body, taking in the sight of your beautifully shaped breasts, pert and sitting up on your chest with no assistance. You could feel her gaze on you, heavy and hungry, as you removed your shorts, leaving you only in a thong. The fabric was thin and barely covering you, your body on display for her. Ri's eyes darkened with lust, a smirk playing on her lips as she let out a soft moan, the sight of you like this driving her mad with desire.

You bent over, slowly pulling down your thong, your body moving in a tantalizing rhythm. Your ass was smooth and round, the sight making Ri's breath catch in her throat. She could feel her own desire growing egyre second, her body responding to the sight of you, almost as if you were hypnotizing her. You could feel her gaze on you, heavy and hungry, the weight of her eyes making your body tremble slightly. The tension between you was palpable, both of you wanting to give in to the hunger that was consuming you both.

Ri's voice was thick with need as she gestured to the bed. "Lay down for me, ma." Her words were a command, and you could tell by the dark look in her eyes that she wanted to take control. You obeyed, feeling an almost submissive need to do as she said, your body eagerly complying. As you laid down on the bed, your eyes locked onto hers, waiting for what she would do next.

Without hesitation, Ri latched onto one of your nipples, sucking it into her mouth with fervor. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, flicking against the bud as she savored the taste of the woman's skin. At the same time, her fingers delved into your soaked folds, stroking along her slit with purposeful intent.

Ri alternated between suckling and nipping at the nipple, occasionally grazing it with her teeth. Her other hand came up to knead the neglected breast, rolling and pinching the nipple between her fingers. All the while, she maintained a steady rhythm with her digits, thrusting two fingers deep inside your tight channel and curling them to hit that special spot within.

“Ahh fuck!” You cried out, your head falling back as pleasure coursed through you. Your hips bucked against Ri’s hand, seeking more of that delicious friction. The dual stimulation of her mouth on your nipple and her fingers inside you was driving you wild with lust.

Ri continued her relentless assault on your senses, alternating between lavishing attention on each nipple with her skilled mouth and driving her fingers deep into the your sopping wet cunt. She could feel your walls fluttering around her digits, growing tighter with each passing second.

Suddenly, Ri withdrew her fingers completely, ignoring the whimper of protest from you. With a wicked grin, she brought those slick digits to your lips, painting them with her own arousal. "Taste yourself, Mama," she demanded, her voice rough with desire. "See how sweet you is Ma."

You hesitantly parted your lips, allowing Ri to slip her coated fingers into your mouth. You tasted yourself - musky and sweet - and couldn't help but let out a small moan around the digits. Your tongue swirled around them, cleaning every last drop of your essence.

Ri’s eyes darkened with lust as she watched your tongue dart out to lick your own essence from her fingers. The sight sent a jolt of pure need straight to Ri’s core, making her throb with want.

"That's it Mama, nice and slow," Ri purred, slowly pumping her coated fingers in and out of Monét's mouth. "Get them nice and wet for me."

With her free hand, Ri fumbled with the button of her own pants, finally managing to undo them and slip her hand inside. She groaned softly as her fingers found her aching clit, circling the sensitive nub with practiced ease.

"Mmm, you're doing so well, Mama," Ri breathed, her hips starting to rock subtly against her own hand.

You let out a soft whine, unable to hold back the sound of need that escaped your lips.

With a low chuckle, Ri removed her fingers from your mouth, trailing them down the column of your throat before coming to rest at the apex of your thighs once more. “Aww you whining Ma?" she teased, her voice husky with desire.

Without further preamble, Ri plunged three fingers deep into your dripping cunt, immediately setting a fast, hard pace. Her thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles around the swollen nub as she fucked you with long, deep strokes. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your increasingly desperate moans.

“Fuck! Daddy! I'm gonna cum!” You cried out, your body tensing as you teetered on the brink of orgasm. The coil of pleasure in your belly wound tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. Your inner muscles clenched rhythmically around Ri’s pistoning fingers, trying to draw them even deeper.

Ri’s eyes flashed with triumph as she heard your desperate cries, feeling the your pussy clamp down around her fingers like a vice. She doubled her efforts, fucking you harder and faster, her thumb pressing down mercilessly on your clit.

"Yes, that's it! Cum for me!" Ri’ commanded, her voice raw with need. "Show me what a good lil’ slut you are for me!"

With a final, brutal thrust, Ri curled her fingers just right, rubbing insistently against that spongy patch of nerves deep inside your cunt. At the same time, she sealed her lips around one of your nipples, biting down just shy of too hard as she sucked greedily.

“OHHH FUCKKK!!!” You screamed as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your entire body convulsed, back arching off the desk as wave after wave of intense pleasure radiated out from your core. Your pussy spasmed almost violently around Ri’s fingers, gushing fluid as you squirted all over the her hand and wrist.

“SHIT SHIT SHITTT!!!” You babbled incoherently, tears of ecstasy streaming down your face. You’d never come so hard in your life, the sheer intensity of it shorting out your brain. Your legs shook uncontrollably, barely able to keep your upright as you rode out the aftershocks.

Ri held you close as you trembled through the aftershocks of your intense orgasm, murmuring words of praise and encouragement. "That's it, baby. Let it all out. You did so well," she cooed, gently massaging your lower belly to help prolong your pleasure.

You looked at her, your eyes roaming over her body, taking in the sight of her toned, tattooed, physique. You couldn't resist the urge to ask, your voice thick with desire. "Take off your clothes, I want to see you, all of you." You said, the words coming out as a low, needy plea.

Ri’s breath caught in her throat at your request, a fresh wave of desire crashing over her. Slowly, deliberately, she reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head in one smooth motion. She tossed it aside carelessly, revealing the smooth expanse of her dark skin and the toned muscles of her abdomen.

As Ri removed her bra, two perfect mounds were revealed - small yet pert, with dusky brown nipples already pebbled with arousal. But the most striking feature was the delicate silver bars that pierced through each nipple, glinting in the light. They added an edgy, sexy contrast to her otherwise elegant features.

Next, she undid the button of her pants, shimmying them down her hips and letting them pool at her feet. She stepped out of them, now clad only in a pair of simple black panties that left little to the imagination. The damp spot at the center was evidence of just how turned on she was.

You looked up at her, your eyes filled with a mixture of need and desire. You couldn't help the words that fell from your lips, your voice desperate and eager. "Ri, I want to please you. Lemme make you feel good please daddy..." The words came out in a breathless rush, your body trembling with anticipation.

You wasted no time, getting on your knees in front of her as she stared down at you, her eyes dark with desire. You could feel her gaze heating your skin, your body wanting, no needing to please her. Your head lowered, your eyes locking onto hers.

Ri’s eyes darkened with lust as you knelt before her, the submissive position sending a thrill of power through her veins. Without hesitation, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and shoved them down her legs, kicking them away impatiently. Now fully nude, she stepped closer, the heat of her arousal palpable mere inches from your face.

Reaching out, Shuri tangled her fingers in your braids, gripping the strands firmly. "Put that pretty mouth of yours to work Ma," she commanded, her voice low and authoritative. "Worship my pussy like the eager slut you are."

With that, Ri’ used her hold on your hair to guide your face towards her dripping core.

You eagerly obeyed, burying your face between Ri’s thighs. You started by dragging the flat of her tongue along Shuri's slit, moaning at the taste of her arousal. Ri’s grip on your hair tightened as you lapped at her folds, savoring every drop of her essence.

"Mmmm, yes mama...just like that," Ri groaned, grinding her hips forward to press her wet heat more firmly against your mouth. "Get your tongue in deep. Taste how much I want you Babygirl."

She began to rock back and forth, riding your face with increasing urgency. The obscene sound of your slurping and sucking filled the room, mingling with your breathy moans and the slick glide of her pussy against your lips and tongue.

Ri’ threw her head back in ecstasy, lost in the incredible sensations of your talented mouth working her most intimate places. Her hips moved of their own accord, grinding and rolling, seeking more of that delicious friction. The wet sounds of your ministrations grew louder, more lewd, spurring Ri on.

"That's it, don't stop," Ri panted, her free hand coming up to palm her breast roughly, tweaking a pierced nipple. "Suck on my clit. Make me cum on that beautiful face!"

She pulled you tighter against her, smearing her juices across the other your cheeks and chin. The musky scent of her arousal filled the air, heady and intoxicating.

You focused your attention on Ri’s sensitive bundle of nerves, flicking the tip of her tongue rapidly over the throbbing bud. You sealed your lips around it and suckled hard, hollowing your cheeks to create a tight seal. At the same time, you pushed two fingers deep into Ri’s clenching channel, curling them just right to stroke that special spot inside.

The dual stimulation proved too much for Ri to withstand. With a sharp cry of rapture, her inner walls clamped down rhythmically on your invading digits as her climax crashed over her. Clear fluid gushed from her spasming pussy, coating your face and filling your mouth with the tangy essence of Shuri's release.

"Fuck! Yes, just like that!”

Ri’s entire body shuddered and convulsed as the most intense orgasm of her life ripped through her. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around your fingers, drawing them deeper as if trying to milk every last drop of pleasure from them. Obscene amounts of her fluids gushed out, painting your face and filling her mouth with the musky-sweet taste of Ri’s essence.

“Aaahhhnnnn! Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop!" Ri wailed, grinding her hips erratically against your mouth and hand. The dual stimulation of your skilled tongue on her clit and those clever fingers stroking her G-spot sent shockwaves of ecstasy radiating out from her core.

You continued your relentless assault on Ri’s most sensitive areas even as the other woman came undone above you. You flattened her tongue and licked a long, slow stripe up Ri’s slit, savoring the flood of juices that coated her taste buds. At the same time, she pumped her fingers faster, scissoring them to stretch Ri open further and allow her to take a third digit into the clutching heat of her passage.

The obscene squelching noises of your fingers plunging in and out of Ri’s sopping cunt mixed with the wet sounds of your lips and tongue working Ri’s clit. Your free hand came up to grip her ass, holding her steady as you ate her out with single-minded focus and enthusiasm.

As the waves of her intense climax continued to crash over her, something unexpected happened. With a startled gasp, Ri felt a powerful jet of fluid erupt from her spasming pussy, splashing across your face and chest. It wasn't just a trickle - it was a veritable flood, as if someone had turned on a faucet deep inside her.

"Oh god, oh fuck!" Ri cried out, her eyes wide with surprise and overwhelming sensation. Her hips jerked and bucked involuntarily as more spurts of clear liquid gushed out, completely drenching you below. The force of it surprised even Ri, who had never experienced such an intense squirting orgasm before.

Panting heavily, Ri finally slumped forward, bracing one hand on the wall behind you for support.

Still catching her breath, Ri looked down at you with a satisfied smirk, taking in the sight of your face glazed with her juices. She reached out to cup your cheek, thumbing away some of the excess fluid.

"Mmmm, what a good girl you are Mama," Ri purred approvingly. "You took yo assignment so well, worshipping my pussy just like I asked. I'm very pleased with you, babygirl."

Her tone shifted to something deeper, more dominant. "Tell Daddy thank you for using your mouth so thoroughly. Let me hear how grateful you are for the privilege of tasting me."

Thank you Daddy," You breathed reverently, your voice husky with satisfaction.

What would happen now? Would Ri continue to play games with Amira, leading to more drama and heartache. And what would happen when your ex-boyfriend daniel found out that his assumptions were true? Would he confront you, angry and hurt by the news? Your mind whirled with possibilities, the future uncertain and full of possibilities.

[lyfeofbilly]

Heir

warnings: angst! angst! angst!

summary: who knew a work trip back to Wakanda could cause such chaos.

author’s note: heeyyyyyy! had to dust off my pen for my baby. this idea been in my drafts for bout a year and im just now finishing it, hope you like! :)

taglist: @koffeesfancy @bubbleblowinggirl @blkgworlamplified @solanaszn @onyxstones-world

Your fingers typed on your laptop’s keyboard at the speed of light, you were dying to finish the last lab report of the day. Work had been kicking your behind for the past couple of weeks, and all you needed was a break. A sigh escaped your lips when you finally sent it to your supervisor, slumping down in your lumpy office chair as a weight felt like it had been lifted off of your shoulders.

After you received a promotion, your free time had been cut short. Thankful for the increase in salary, but you hated the amount of attention that the job needed. Science was a passion of yours, has been for years, but the load you had to take on took a toll on your mental wellbeing, social life, and relationship with your son.

Micah was five years old and such a surprise. The day you found out you were pregnant was an amusing one to put in layman terms. The positive pregnancy test made you burst into laughter, there was no possible way that you could be pregnant. But alas, nine months later, you pushed out a beautiful seven pound baby boy .

Light footsteps made their way down the hall, and in popped a drowsy Micah who was patiently waiting for you to get done with your work. It was your favorite time of the night, bedtime. The couple of uninterrupted moments you had with him calmed your nerves immensely.

“You done yet mama?” He hazily asked, trying his best to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

A smile creeped across your lips, no matter what mood you were in, his little face would cheer you right up. You placed a gentle kiss on the top of his head, caressing his cheek. "Yea im done sweet boy. Ready for bed?"

He nodded his head and yawned, raising his arms up, signaling for you to pick him up. You scooped him into your arms, making your way down the hall and into his room. Dinosaur posters and fake greenery decorated the walls, a night light dimly luminating the area next to his bed.

He snuggled into his sage green bedding, cuddling with the triceratops plushie that accompanied him every night, "We have to finish my favorite book, you promised we would."

His eyes gestured to the book sitting atop his nightstand. Llama Llama Red Pajama, a book that mothers normally finished with their children in one night, but your career got in the way of that.

"Llama llama red pajama gets two kisses from his ma-"

Story time was cut short when little snores filled the room.

The beakers in front of you glowed hot pink, a sign that your expirement had failed yet again. An aggitated groan escaped your lips as you marked down yet another incorrect expirement.

“For fucks sake!” You cursed yourself, frustration beginning to bubble over. It had been weeks since you started, and it felt like you were getting no where. The deadline for fininshing it was approaching and stressed could not begin to describe you.

You tore through your notes, fingers finding your temples, attemping to massage the impending migraine. The equations and formulas were starting to muddle together and look like gibberish on paper. Anything would be better than standing in this lab right now.

What sounded like a stampede of footsteps bombarded your ears, initially disrupting the stress session you were having. The double doors to the lab slammed open to reveal a group of Dora Milaje. You tried to blame the scene you were witnessing on your lack of sleep. There was simply no possible explanation for them to be in America, let alone your place of work.

Okoye stepped from the group and closer to you, the familiar face eased your nerves a bit. Her eyes were kind and a small smile tugged at her lips, "You’ve been summoned young one."

Reality set in when the person that you’d least expect stepped from behind them. Shuri Udaku. Your body stiffened and mouth ran dry. After all that time spent apart you thought that you would never hear from her again, let alone be five feet away from each other.

Her slim figure towered over you, a look of nostalgia in her eyes. The mere sight of her made the air flee from your lungs. You could have swore you would fall right in this moment.

"Shuri? What are you- Why are you here?"

No words left her mouth, she simply tilted her head to the side, analzying you. You never felt more awkward a day of your life. It had been almost six years since the two of you even breathed the same air, yet it was like she hadnt changed a bit. It was truly like you had stepped into a time machine.

"I know im not the person youd expect to see, but I’m in dire need of your help.”

Her tone was serious, like she was on the verge of pleading. For the time that you had gotten to know Shuri, you quickly found out that she was not one to ask for help. Exhaustion and frustration would invade her body before she admitted that she couldn’t solve something on her own.

Her eyes locked on yours as she took a step closer, "This is urgent. You are the only one I know qualified for this, and I need you in Wakanda immediately."

Your eyes went wide. There was absolutely no way she expected you to drop everything and follow her to a different country.

“In what world would I drop everything and follow behind you?" You crossed your arms, a puzzled look plastered across your face.

Shuri sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose,"I have already advised your supervisor of your upcoming absence, everything is taken care of," She blew out a slow deep breath. "I will send a ship to your residence later tonight. I need you on it and in Wakanda by eight am tomorrow."

A million questions echoed throughout your brain. How did she find you? Why did she need you in particular? What was this important project she needed help on? And most importantly, how in the hell did she find out where you lived?

You threw your hands up and paced around the lab, "You have the gall to barge into my lab, interrupt my research, and demand that I leave with you last minute?" You scoffed before placing your hands on your hips, "You are the most selfish-"

"You know me, and you know that I am not one to beg. I expect you to on that ship tonight."

She turned on her heels and walked back through the double doors. You tried to run after her and explain how unbelievable she was being but spears and bald heads stopped you before you could even approach the door frame.

The sounds of footsteps, armor, and spears hitting the tiled floor got quieter as they marched down the hall. You could do nothing but stand in the same spot where they left you, dumbfounded.

The sound of your heart pounding against your ribs took over your senses. The minutes on the clock ticked by faster than usual. It truly felt like you were going to shit bricks. It wasnt going to wakanda that was undigestible, it was facing Shuri that put so much anxiety into you.

Your time working under her was extremely insightful. Being in one of the most advanced countries and y alongisde an absolute gennius was an experience that you will forever be grateful for. Many techniques that she taught you helped shape the reserach that you conduct today.

A loud knock at your door snatched your attention from your thoughts, it got more perisstent the longer you stared at it. Your feet were glued to the ground, leaving you frozen in position.

"i know you’re in there, please don’t make this difficult." Okoye's muffled voice warned from the other side of your front door.

Of course shed send someone else to come get you. You opened it just enough to where she couldn’t see inside. A dumb decison. she forced her way in, pushing you aside in the process.

"Okoye look-"

She held her hand up, hushing you, "Princess shuri sends for you, and I cannot leave without you on that ship." She glances around your living room, "Where are your bags? You should be prepared by now."

You went to open your mouth to speak again, "I cant just le-"

Okoye banged her spear on the floor, "You are needed for one of the most important matters of wakanda. shuri, the queen, the elders, bast, the entire country is counting on your knowledge!"

You let out a frustrated sigh, "I get that but I can’t up and leave."

You knew talking to her would be like talking to a brick wall, but you were still persistent, "I cant leave, on late notice at that. Tell Shuri she will have to figure this out on her o-"

"Mama? You still have to read my bedtime story."

Micah stepped out of his room, dressed in his favorite spiderman pajamas, clutching onto the same book that you two have read together a million times. You watched as okoye's gaze fixed on him, her eyes growing wide as realization set in.

She focused her gaze back on you, "Does she know of him?"

"Okoye-"

“Is he Shuri’s?”

You couldn’t lie if you wanted to, Micah was a spitting image of Shuri. A thick silence hung in the air before you answered, “Yes.”

With that she turned on her heels, booking it for the door. Your stomach dropped to your ass at the thought of anyone finding out about the other parent of your son, let alone the parent herself. Without thinking you grabbed Okoye's wrist, desparate to keep her from telling anyone else.

"And you will not tell her!"

Her eyes shot from you to your digits wrapped tightly around her forearm before snatching it from your grip. She straightend her posture and regained her composure. Her voice was monotone and calm.

"Please remember that i do not take orders from you. my loyalties lie with my country," She took a deep breath, trying to find the words to say. "How could you keep this from her? Who would I be if I kept this secret from Shuri"

The year you worked wiht shuri was an educational one, in many ways. When you two weren’t working late nights in the lab, you were spending them in the privacy of shuri's bedroom. You couldnt pinpoint what exactly started the fling, but you noticed the very obvious pregnancy symptoms a week after you returned home. Vibranium sex toys were at the top of your 'never again' list after that.

You spent every night of your pregnancy debating on telling Shuri about the baby, it and the constant kicking kept you up at night. The more your belly grew, the more the guilt ate away at you. Next thing you knew, five years had passed.

You took Micah into your arms, "Okoye please don’t do this, at least let me tell her myself. I’ll do anything."

She pursed her lips, fingers gripping tightly around her spear, "Get on the ship and my lips are sealed."

You snatched the goggles off of your face, finally finishing the project you and Shuri were working on. It had been hours and your brain had gone completely numb from using it all day, "Ya know, if I’m going to be working on this mysterious ass machine all day can I at least know what it's for?"

Shuri shot a look at you, "Ah, there’s the feistiness I remember."

"And you still the smart ass I remember."

You took a seat on the nearest chair, running your fingers through your locs. Everything on your body ached, back, knees, arms, feet. Shuri took a seat next to you, taking your calloused hand and massaging it, "if i knew you had an extra guest I would have contacted you sooner, I’m sorry."

You stared at her hand holding yours. The hairs on the back of your neck beginning to stand up. You took your hand back and stuffed it into your pocket, "Yea, a heads up would have been good either way."

Shuri took the time to study you. The voluminous afro you once sported was now thick dreadlocs that brushed your collarbone. Nose rings that adorned both nostrils were now gone. You and your appearance overall matured.

Shuri layed her head against the wall, "I can't believe you’re a mother now." She her gaze met yours, "you never thought to tell me?"

A deep pit started to form in your stomach. From the questions Shuri was asking and the tone of her voice, you started to question the integrity of Okoye’s promise.

"He takes up all of my time, I couldn't if I wanted to."

A dry chuckle escaped her mouth, "How old is he?"

And there it was. The question that would either crash this entire conversation or make a nice story to tell. The pit in your stomach sunk even deeper. Your throat ran dry and your eyes found anywhere to look but hers, "He made five last month."

Shuri's eyebrows raised, her curisoty obviously piqued. The air in the room grew thicker and hotter with each passing second, "Five? If his birthday was last month then that means you would have had to been preg-"

You held your breath as she connected to dots, a skeptical look slowly dancing across her face. Your fingers picked at the buttons on your lab coat. this conversation was one to be had in your worst nightmares, and it shook you to your core. You knew Shuri- every aspect of her- but you had no clue on how she would react to this news.

A hard expression was plastered across her face as she stared into space. The vein on her left temple started to show and throb. She was hesitant to start her sentence, not finding the words to begin to describe what she was feeling.

“Then that means-“ Her eyes met yours, the look in them enough to confirm the question that she had.

"A-a son," her hands clasped together. "I- we have a son and you never thought to tell me about it?"

Her calm demeanor scared you more than the truth finally coming out. A sharp breath escaped her lips before she turned her attention toward you. Her expression was even more noticeable as your gaze met hers.

"Were you even going to tell me," She stood to her feet, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You let me spend five years unaware that I have a child out in the world!"

This very argument played in your head like a movie since the day you found out you were pregnant. In every scenario you had your answers loaded, ready to rebuttal. Now? Your mind went blank.

“Shuri I swear I wanted to tell you-“

She began to pace back and forth, a million questions filling her brain. “Then why wouldn’t you? You let me go this long without knowing?!”

You had no good answers to her questions, all were selfish excuses. Your thumbs twiddled as you thought of what to possibly say, but nothing popped into your mind. Shuri’s met yours, the guilt that had been eating you alive for half a decade starting to hit you, tears starting to run down your cheeks. It felt like you were living your worst nightmare, and you indeed were.

“Shuri please just- just listen to me."

"Listen?! You want me to listen to you?" Her voice boomed throughout the lab, sending a shiver down your spine. "You expect to listen and believe anything you say after you kept this from me?"

Her eyes held this darkness in them that made your body feel like putty. You regained your composure before you finally spoke up, “You think I enjoyed keeping him from you?”

Shuri’s eyes grew wider as your voice grew louder. “Did you even once, think about how I felt when I found out I was pregnant?”

Shuri pursed her lips, “That doesn’t negate the fact that you never even thought to call me.”

“I thought about it every single day. Every time he would kick, every crazy craving I had, after every doctor's appointment.” You took a deep breath, “Shuri please just-“

“So why go through all that by yourself? We could have figured something out!” She started to step closer to you, her voice now softened but her tone was still sharp. “We could have raised him together!”

“How huh? You wanted me to stay in Wakanda? Or would you rather we put him on a ship every time we switch weeks?” Your voice grew more shaky with each word and you lip uncontrollably quivered, “Because we both know you wouldn’t leave this lab, baby or not.”

“You don’t know th-“

“Oh but I do. You were so caught up in your work, your mother had to practically order you to take an off day.”

Shuri’s eyes softened. She remembered the summer you two had spent together. While you were asleep, Shuri was itching to get back in the lab. The next morning you would find her in yesterday’s clothes, hopped up on coffee with bags under her eyes.

“And honestly Shuri……I didn’t think you’d want him.”

The stray tears that ran down your cheeks were now waterfalls. To finally admit the thing you were most scared of half a decade later felt like a deep sigh. As pitiful as it sounded, that was the truth.

“I didn’t want to fight about it so I just-“

“Left.” Shuri cut you off, “You left, like you always did.”

“Excuse me-“

“When things get hard you leave. Bast, we argued and you left Wakanda!”

The day you went back home, you and Shuri did have a disagreement. It was so stupid looking back on it. She wanted you to stay for a year, but you had to go back to school. That summer was the only time you were supposed to be there.

“Shuri I had to go back-“

By this time Shuri was standing directly in front of you, close enough for you to smell the lingering scent of her perfume. “But you didn’t. You could have stayed. You got scared and you left— you left me!”

She quickly wiped the tear that had pricked her eye. You could tell they were filled with hurt, “And the fact you would even think so lowly of me- you thought I wouldn’t want my- our- child?”

She scoffed and shook her head in disbelief, “I missed so much of his life because all you know how to do is avoid conflict. That’s what hurts the most.”

And with that she turned on her heels, storming out of the lab, leaving you there with the feeling of regret.

“Mother I don’t think this is right.” Shuri shook her head.

“What isn't right is her keeping him from you, he has a responsibility now that he’s here.”

“He’s only five-“

“Your father was eight when your grandfather started preparing him. Your brother was ten, so what’s the difference.”

The night Shuri had found out about Micah, she ran for the first person that she could trust, her mother. Ramonda was furious. Not just for her daughter's feelings, but for the fact that numerous rules had been broken with no remorse.

After T’Challa’s death, Shuri was next in line for the throne. Due to her love for her work and natural allegiance to women, her mother knew the lineage ended with her. Now that Micah was in the picture, that worry was gone.

“He has no idea what he’d be in for. We can’t just take him.”

Ramonda turned to face Shuri, “He’s your son just as much as he is hers.”

The knots in your stomach got tighter as you read the text from Shuri over.

Meet me in the throne room, immediately.

Your feet grew heavy with each step you took, the hallway feeling as if it got longer the more you walked. Every possible scenario played like a movie in your head, the worst ones more prominent than the others. The large doors glistened as you stood before them, before you could push them yourself, they opened before you, revealing Shuri and an obviously upset Queen. Ramonda had never taken a liking to you, you thought she was that way with everyone, but you were proven wrong shortly after that.

“I’ll get straight to it,” Ramonda started as she stared holes into you, “Micah is of Wakandan blood. Blood of a royal to be specific.”

The anticipation killed you. Your heartbeat filling your ears.

“He is next in line for the throne. You know of this, yes?”

Shuri looked at you with an empathetic look, she couldn’t bear to keep eye contact for too long.

“No.”

Ramonda stepped closer to you, her eyes never leaving yours. “Ah, so you don’t know that Shuri has to produce an heir.”

You connected the dots fairly quickly. The rest of the words she was saying slurred together as you zoned out. Micah didn’t know of Shuri. It had always been the two of you. The thought of him being taken away made you lightheaded.

“You’re not taking my son.”

“Take? Child, by law he’s ours, there is no negotiation.”

Shuri began to chime in, “Mother-“

“You leave us in the dark for this long, and I have to find out about my grandson like this? You’re lucky I haven’t had you thrown out my country by now.”

“Mother that’s enough.”

Your hands began to shake, there was no way this could be happening. They couldn’t possibly take him from you, could they?

“I’m all he knows, you-you can’t just take him-“ Tears began to blur your vision, “I’m sorry for not telling you, but please- please I'll do anything!”

Shuri knew this was wrong, everything about it. Seeing you break down in front of her at the thought of losing Micah was something she couldn’t live with if it happened.

“Mother we can’t.”

“But he’s-“

She held her hand up, cutting her mother’s sentence. Something she knew she would regret later, “We can’t strip him from all he knows, especially like this.”

Ramonda stormed out of the room, leaving this two of you. The tension in the air was suffocating.

“I am so sorry.” Shuri started, “This isn’t what I wanted.”

You pursed your lips, “This is why I didn’t want to tell you.”

She tried to take your hand into hers but you immediately shoved it away, “How could you- why would you even-“ You couldn’t find the words for her, you couldn’t even fathom her doing this.

“Please believe me-“

“I don't believe shit! I know something like this would happen."

Shuri didn’t have the words to say to you. There weren’t any to make up for the anxiety that you had just been put through, especially at her hand.

“Mama this is boring.” Micah sighed as you two worked to finish a puzzle.

You chuckled at the obviously uninterested child, “Ah c’mon! It’s a puzzle of a T-rex, your favorite!”

He played with a puzzle piece before looking back up at you, “Yea but puzzles aren’t.”

The doorbell rang before you could respond. You furrowed your brows as you weren’t expecting anyone, and it was getting quite late.

“At least try to finish it, I’ll be right back.”

You opened the door to Shuri, hands stuck in the pockets of her hoodie.

You peeked at Micah before cracking the door behind you, “What are you doing here?”

Shuri looked down at her feet and took a deep breath before responding, “I wanted to apologize. I never wanted things to go how they did.”

“Okay. This could’ve been a text.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“I want to see him. Please…..just give me that?”

Shuri’s demeanor wasn’t like it usually was. The normally confident, and outspoken woman stood in front of you shy and reserved. As much as you wanted to say no, the look in Shuri’s eyes made you question that decision. You chewed on your bottom lip as you contemplated. On one hand, you just wanted Shuri to leave the two of you alone. On the other, she had a right to her own child.

You sighed and stepped to the side, inviting her into the house. “Take things slow, Shuri.”

She gave a reassuring nod as she crossed the threshold of your home. There sat Micah, still at the table playing with puzzle pieces. He had put some of the pieces together, but you could still tell he wasn’t enjoying it. His attention turned to you to as you got closer to the table.

“Hi princess Shuri.” He greeted her quietly. Micah was never excited to meet new people. Quite the shy child.

Shuri gave a weak smile as she admired him. It was like she spit the boy out, your genes didn’t even try. From his smile to his eyes, he was all Shuri.

“Hi little one. Unjani?”

Micah scrunched his face up at the unfamiliar word, “What’s that mean princess Shuri?”

“Please, just call me Shuri.” She grinned, “It means how are you.”

“I’d be better if mama didn’t make me do this puzzle.” The child dramatically sighed.

“Hey, It was supposed to fun!” You butted in.

“Well It’s not fun.” Micah turned his attention back to Shuri, “Are you here because we have to go back to Wakanda again?”

“No, I’m here to…..” Shuri looked back at you for help, not knowing what to say.

“She’s here to see you baby.”

“Me? Why?”

You patted the spot on the couch next to you, “Come sit for a minute."

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On My Mama Pt. 7 (Things I Hate About You)

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“Not gonna lie… I can’t fault you for fucking the OG. She fine af.” Riri whispered to Shuri as they watched You and your mother stare each other down. You’d walked up to the door, pushing Riri out of the way and had been staring your mother down for what felt like hours but was mere minutes.

“Riri, shut the fuck up.” Shuri hissed, irritated that all her effort was going to be demolished by this one moment.

“Ion know why you mad for, you got to fuck on the OG and you fucking on Y/n now. You greedy bitch.” Riri rolled her eyes. Not that she wanted to mess with your mother. She was aware the woman was attractive but she had nothing on you. You were gorgeous, smart, opinionated as hell and kind even though you tried to pretend you weren’t and that you didn’t care about anything or anyone.

“Are you not going to invite me in?” Your mother asked, her tone was sickly sweet. A tone you knew all too well. It was her nice nasty tone.

“No.” You finally spoke.

“No?” She repeated as if shocked.

“No!” You hissed, and slammed the door in her face.

“Oh shit.” Riri laughed in disbelief. She didn’t know what to expect but that surely wasn’t it.

“Y/n…” Shuri called but you ignored her as you opened the door to see your mother still standing there with a shocked look on her face.

“The nerve you have to come here is astounding!” You snap. Months of ignoring her and trying to pretend she didn’t exist hadn’t prepared you for the rage you felt at seeing her again. “You’re nothing but a selfish bitch! Never in your life have you ever been a decent person! You come here and for what? To make amends so that you feel better about yourself?! Fuck you! I told you I never wanted to see you again and you seem to think what? That I misspoke ? My DAD is DEAD, and I wish it were YOU! You are not a mother! You don’t know the first thing about being a mother! And if you think I’m being emotional or that I don’t mean what I’m saying hear me when I say… I FUCKING HATE YOU! I ALWAYS HAVE! DAD IS THE ONLY REASON I EVER RESPECTED YOU EVEN WHEN YOU TREATED ME AS IF I WERE MERELY THE SHIT ON THE BOTTOM OF YOUR SHOES YOU HOMOPHOBIC HYPOCRITE WHORE !”

Shuri and Riri shared a look of astonishment as they watched you crash out. You were visibly shaking, your eyes narrowed and your words emphasized with great contempt. Neither knew what to say or do as they’d never seen you this angry.

Your mother said nothing as she took in your words. Her jaw clenched and her eyes tightened as she stared at you in utter disbelief.

“Get the fuck away from my apartment and slither back to whatever fucking gutter you crawled out from!” You spoke again, wanting her to get just how much you wanted her to leave.

* WHAP *

You stare at your mother in shock as she slapped you so hard, you bit your tongue.

“You clearly have lost your mind! You do NOT talk to me like that!” She shouted.

“Fuc—“

* WHAP *

You grinded your teeth to keep from hitting her back, as she glared at you. She’d never put her hands on you before, she’d never dare with the way your father was about you.

“I’ve given you more than enough time to get your act together. I am your mother and you will respect me! I brought your ungrateful, spoiled and entitled ass into this world.” She eyes you, her mouth setting in a line.

“Entitled? Me? Clearly being a whore and a hypocrite isn’t enough. You had to add delusional to the list as well.” You spat, furious at her words.

“Y/n, I’m trying not to put my hands on you. I did not come here for this. Your father would be so disappointed with —“

* BOOP *

“Don’t talk about my fucking dad!” You punched her straight in the nose, hearing the crack.

Shuri quickly moved to grab you as Riri grabbed your mother as the two of you moved to hit each other. You had no love lost for the woman. That died when your dad died. You tried to be cordial and respectful and perfect for her and all she ever did was shit on it. Your dad pushed you to respect her, to love her even when she made it hard for you to.

“YOU. ARE. NOT. MY. MOTHER. YOU. DON’T. KNOW. HOW. TO. BE. ONE!!!!!” You screamed, fighting against Shuri’s hold.

“You excel at playing a victim, Y/n.” Your mother shakes her head. “Everything isn’t always about you. You’re angry because your little childhood crush fucked me? Baby girl, I am everyone’s childhood crush. Grow up and stop with this nonsense.”

Riri’s eyes widened as she stared at Shuri. She was shocked at the audacity your mother had. The whole argument between the two of you was absolutely absurd and it was getting more ridiculous with every rebuttal.

Shuri simply raised a brow. She had known absolutely nothing of your mother until she threw herself at her the night at the club. While she could admit your mother was gorgeous, she was no different from the many women that tried to get her attention. You were the only one besides Riri that showed her that you were more than just your looks.

She actually respected you and Riri. Something she couldn’t say for the plethora of women she’d fucked or whom had tried to throw themselves at her unsuccessfully.

Shuri was unsure where your mother got the idea that she was such hot shit. She literally fucked her in that club and walked away like it was nothing. In fact she took a completely different woman home the same night.

While she could admit your mother was good, and very attractive. Shuri remembered how much she hated how the woman ran her mouth. She literally fucked her from the back and choked her to get her to shut the fuck up. She’d fucked her several times in an hour after she’d finally shut her mouth.

The woman was a functioning drunk that talked a little too much about shit no stranger should have been privy to. Many things she felt you should have been aware of but it wasn’t her place to speak on anything. Let alone try to mend fences especially considering you were just getting on good terms with her.

“You’re bragging about being fucked like a two dollar whore in a club bathroom?!” You laughed, not even able to be angry at her words.

Weird flex but ok….

“Did you not fuck that girl in a car in middle school?” Your mother reminded you, a smirk on her lips. “You were always to fast for your age and yet here you are trying to shame me? I am grown.”

“Well it takes a whore to know one. As you said, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” You returned her smirk. You were far from a whore but if she thought that would hurt you, she was sadly mistaken.

“You fucked up a good thing with a good man and yet here you stand with no remorse. Talking about being fucked by the same person you cheated with. You’re literal garbage. Not even worth my time. Get out and don’t come back.” You relaxed in Shuri’s hold, not even willing to continue with whatever this was.

“Y—“

You cut her off by holding up a hand. “Leave!”

Riri forces her towards the door and slams the door, locking it. She didn’t like the fact you both were disrespecting each other but even less that she as the mother was egging the situation on rather than trying to stop it.

Her mother would never act like that. She would never talk to her mother like that either but she also knew everybody was different and circumstances were different for everyone. The whole situation made her feel the ick. She felt like your mother was weird for fucking with anyone her daughter’s age, just off how she’d feel if that were her mother.

Then add to it how she was acting and what she was saying. The mere thought of her and her mother in a similar situation made her feel sick. She didn’t know who to side with as far as she saw it in her mind you both were wrong. Your mother for talking to you crazy and even more so for hitting you in the face. There was never any need for a parent to hit a child in the face. She’d never get behind that.

You were wrong in her eyes for disrespecting your mother. It didn’t matter what your mother did in her relationship with your father, it was between them not you. She could understand your loyalty to your father but it had nothing to do with you beyond how he died. You had every right to be upset but disrespecting her was wrong.

You both clearly needed A LOT of therapy in her opinion but she wouldn’t hold her breath on that happening anytime soon, if at all. For it to get physical like it did made it clear that reconciliation was far out of reach.

-

A few hours later You, Shuri and Riri are lounging on Shuri’s California King Bed. Shuri thought it was a good idea to smoke the bad day away. So you all were getting high and drinking. A bad combo, but one you needed.

“Why do you hate yo ma dukes so much? It’s gotta be more than just the cheating and the death of your pops.” Riri says, blowing smoke out as she stared at you.

“She’s not what she portrays herself to be. She’s homophobic, emotionally and verbally abusive. She belittles me any chance she got. My father was the buffer between us, she was always on her best behavior around him.” You roll your eyes as you take the blunt from Riri and take a long hit.

“You know today’s the first time she ever put her hands on me?” You laugh hysterically. “The scary bitch would have never if my dad was still here.”

“I’m sorry.” Shuri says, as she rubs your back. She took the blunt from you and took a hit, fighting the urge to ask the many questions she had on her mind. She hated when people tried to get deep with her so she’d be a hypocrite to do it to you.

“I don’t know what I did to make her hate me so much.” You teared up. You’d always thought it might have been the gay thing but when she fucked Shuri you knew it wasn’t that. “But I’m past the point of caring. I hate her just as much as she hates me so we’re even.”

“She could die tomorrow and I’d be like ‘She died? Hope that bitch is dead as hell!” You continued ranting, taking a huge swig of the Wakandan alcohol Shuri had.

Riri frowned but said nothing. She didn’t like that but if that was how you felt then that’s how you felt. She could see now that you had a lot of rage and resentment build inside of you towards your mother. If you couldn’t forgive your mother, how could you ever forgive her?

“Shuri, I wanna fuck.” You whined, climbing on her lap and straddling her legs.

Riri looked at the two of you in jealousy. She hated how things had taken a turn for the worse. She really liked you and she felt sick at how she fucked up. She still couldn’t get the look on your face out of her head.

You leaned up to whisper in her ear. “I wanna fuck Riri too.” You giggled at the look on her face.

“Y/n, you sure ?” She asked.

“I don’t have to like the bitch to fuck her.” You shrugged, you didn’t like Riri. You were sticking to that, even if you didn’t entirely believe that.

You climbed off of Shuri’s lap and started to strip, watching the way Riri’s hooded eyes followed your movements.

“Everyone’s doing reckless and trifling shit and I believe in that saying ‘if you can’t beat em, join em’ so, why not fuck you both.” You said, nonchalantly.

You were attracted to them both, and you were in the mood for some reckless behavior.

“Of course you don’t have to.” You give them both the option but you knew they wouldn’t deny you. They fucked each other many times before, and you were sure while they both wanted to fuck you; this was more exhilarating.

“You need therapy.” Riri shook her head, looking away from you.

She wanted you badly but not this way. If it was purely about sex she would have taken you up on the offer. She honestly could have pressed you harder and had your legs opened back when you didn’t hate her. She actually liked you, and she knew deep down you were still angry and hurt at her actions.

Fucking you wouldn’t change anything and she refused to be involved in toxicity. While her previous actions were toxic, she knew she was wrong immediately after and sought out her old therapist to gain some help and to take accountability for her wrongdoing.

She could see that you were in a downward spiral of self destruction and despite how much Shuri may like you. She was enabling the bad behavior. You used sex as a way to gain affection and hide your pain, it was easy to see and she was not willing to contribute to it.

When she’d initially made the bet with Shuri on who would be the first to have you, she had no real intention of going through with it. She’d merely wanted Shuri to stop the drunken whoring she was prone to.

And like she figured. Shuri stopped fucking random women and focused solely on getting your attention. She may have flirted with other women to get under your skin but she hadn’t touched another woman since the day you’d met.

Going back to therapy unleashed a bunch of things she hadn’t fully thought about. Like what led to her immature and petty actions. Or why she tried her best to look out for Shuri and be her stress relief when things got too much and she got sick of other people. Or why she was willing to sacrifice any relationship with you if it meant Shuri being happy.

She was still dealing with unresolved guilt from when she had unwillingly unleashed that psycho fish man on Wakanda. The Queen’s death still weighed on her, despite her trying to bury the feelings and thoughts that sometimes plagued her.

Therapy showed that she purposely sabotaged her relationship with you because she didn’t feel she deserved you. She felt she owed it to Shuri to help you open up and heal so the two of you could be together, even if it killed her inside.

It also unearthed her loyalty to Shuri in a way that her therapist said worried her. Riri spent every waking minute of the day focused on how she could better your day or Shuri’s. Her projects and vigilante work suffered, though her therapist knew nothing of her secret identity.

She felt slightly burnt out but it still didn’t compare to the guilt she felt at what Shuri had lost due to her. Nothing would ever make them even but Riri had vowed to always try to make things better for Shuri no matter what.

“I didn’t ask for Dr Phil.” You level her with a glare. There was no way she was denying you after all the ass kissing she’d done.

“Look, you can accept that fact or not but the truth remains the same. You need help, and I just want to be your friend. I care about you Y/n. Whether you believe that or not.” Riri sighs, before heading out of Shuri’s room and closing the door.

“Do you think I need help?” You ask, climbing back on top of Shuri.

“Absolutely.” Shuri nods, placing a kiss on your neck. “And I’m just the person to give it to you.”

You squeal as she flips you over so she is hovering over you.

[shurislover]

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[notapradagurl7]

thinking about megan domming her short gf

Your Fantasy….

A/N: ouuu, I like this one. Thank you for this lovely anon. I hope you like it!🫡❤️

Black Fem! Reader x Megan Thee Stallion.

Summary: See Ask, being Megan’s short girlfriend, she asked for your consent if you wanted her to dominant you.

Taglist: @henneseyhoe @thecapodomme @keyera-jackson @playgurlxoxo @hurleys-world @megamindsecretlair @sweettea-and-honeybutter @sageispunk @onyxstones-world @satoruya @urfavblackbimbo @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @xblackreader @lesbiantreehugger @caashmoneynae @planetblaque

Warnings: a dominant Megan, slight teasing, head (fem reviving) sex toy(strap) dirty talk, praise, short fic.

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You lay on your stomach against the soft bed with the light pink blankets, swinging your feet at the tall woman who stood prettily in front of the full-length mirror. Smiling

She spends the night at your house for the start of summer simply because she misses you so much. Your smile, your laugh and your sense of humor.

“Baby, you’re so beautiful,”

Megan giggled and stepped toward you, kissed your lips sweetly. You hopped off the bed and stood in front of you, looking up at her with a smirk.

You were only 5’2 which you’ve grown to love when you once wished to be tall as a kid. Your locs pulled up in a bun and melanated skin.

While Megan was a lot taller than you which was an experience all on its own. Standing at 5'10, she had a commanding presence that made your heart race every time you were near her.

"What are you smirking at, little one?" Megan teased, her voice low and playful.

You bit your lip, feigning innocence. "Just admiring my tall, gorgeous girlfriend."

She laughed, a sound that sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "You think you can sweet talk me into getting what you want?"

"Maybe," you replied, your voice dripping with sass. "But I know you love it."

Megan stepped closer, her body radiating heat as she leaned down to whisper in your ear. "You know I can be dominant if you let me, right?"

Your breath hitched at the implication. You had talked about this before, the idea of her taking control. But hearing her say it made you feel a rush of excitement. "I...I wouldn’t mind," you admitted, your cheeks warming up.

"Good, because I want to be little bad for me" she smirked, pulling back to look into your eyes.

You swallowed hard, feeling a thrill run through you. "What do you have in mind?"

Megan's gaze darkened with desire as she walked you back toward the bed, gently pushing you down onto the soft blankets. "Just relax and let me take care of you," she said, her voice smooth and sultry.

You nodded, the anticipation building in your chest as she climbed on top of you, her weight comforting yet thrilling. "Megan..."

"Shh," she interrupted, placing a finger over your lips. "I want you to be quiet and just enjoy."

With that, she began to shower you with kisses, trailing her lips down your neck and across your collarbone. Her short hair swung over her ear.

"You're so beautiful, baby," she murmured, her breath hot against your skin. "I want to hear you say it."

"I’m beautiful," you breathed, already lost in the moment.

"Good girl," she praised, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Now let's have some fun."

She pulled down your shorts and panties, lifting your grey tank top. Your titties bounced out and gently she palmed them, As she took off her clothes, leaving the both of you bare underneath the dim lighting.

Megan’s thumb rolled over your clit and you gasped softly, her tongue gliding up and down on your wet folds, slurping and swallowing your essence, dripping down her chin.

“Your pussy tastes so good, so beautiful..” Megan moaned.

She continued her delicious assault, causing your back to arch off the bed with pleasure.

"Megan," you whimpered, your fingers tangling in her hair. "Please, I can't take much more."

She looked up at you with those sultry eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, but we're just getting started, baby. I want to make you feel incredible."

With that, she dove back in, her tongue working magic as she focused on your sensitive spots. You could feel the heat pooling in your core, the pressure building as she expertly brought you closer to the edge.

"That's it," she murmured against you, sending vibrations through your body. "Let go for me."

You could hardly think, the sensation overwhelming as you teetered on the brink of ecstasy. "Megan... I’m going to—"

"Not yet," she interrupted, pulling back just enough to catch her breath. "I want you to hold it for me."

Your heart raced as she reached for the strap she had brought along, securing it around her waist. "You trust me, right?" she asked, her voice low and commanding.

"Of course," you replied breathlessly, your body aching for her.

"Good," she said, positioning herself between your legs. "I want you to feel every inch of me."

As she pressed inside, a moan escaped your lips, the fullness taking your breath away. "Oh fuck, Megan."

"Look at you," she praised, her voice dripping with affection. "So perfect for me. Just relax and let me take care of you."

She began pushing his hips, perfectly hitting that sweet spot inside you. “S-shit, yes! You fuck me so gooddd!” you cried out, hands balling up in the blankets.

If only she could your walls clenched around her, she could only see your pussy clench around it. Your wetness gushed on the sheets below, gripped your thighs and looked down at her.

“Is my girl feelin' good huh?” Megan teased, biting her plump lips. Feeling your nails scratch at her back and thighs, she groaned at the pain.

“So good, baby, so good!” You hollered, throwing your head back in pleasure. Pulling her down by her neck for a kiss.

“P-please, I want to ride you!”

She immediately gripped your hips, lifting you up and watched your body shake against hers, your arms around her neck, pulling you close to her, Moving her hips upwards at a new pace, “Fuck! Fuck! Megan!”

Tears rolled down and burned your cheeks, your breasts pressed against hers, nipples touched. “Damn baby?" she asked, her breath hot against your ear.

Her juices pooled around her thighs, mixing with yours. Making a mess on the strap everywhere, “That pussy is so tight,” Moaning loudly with you,

The rhythm steady and intoxicating. Your body responded eagerly, the tension building once more.

"So good... I can’t—"

"Yes, you can," she encouraged, her pace quickening. "I want you to come for me. Show me how much you love it."

The pressure in your core grew more intense, a delicious burn that only she could ignite. "I’m going to—"

"Now, baby! Let it go," she commanded, and with that, you shattered, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you cried out her name. Your essence poured into everywhere, with her still inside. The two of you collapsed in the same position.

Megan pulled out of you, and you moaned in a shaky breath, heavily breathing with you. She took up the strap and cleaned it with a disinfectant wipe, placing it back in the bag.

Her gaze fixed on your blissed-out expression. "Look at you, so beautiful when you come apart like that," she said, her voice thick with satisfaction.

You lay there, panting, feeling completely spent yet utterly fulfilled. "You’re incredible," you managed to say, your body still buzzing from the intensity.

She leaned down, capturing your lips in a soft kiss, her thumb brushing against your cheek. "And you’re mine," she whispered, holding you close.

“You’re mine too Meg,” You shot back with a smirk.

“Of course I am,”

As you both settled into the afterglow, you smiled. You stood up and ran into the bathroom, taking a bath while Megan took a shower.

Changing into fresh clothes and changing the sheets, cleaning up immediately before snuggling up in the bed.

Tonight had been everything you had dreamed of and more.

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[lyfeofbilly]

Old Thing Back

warnings: angst, angst, angst!

summary: due to riri's infidelity, the two of you have been divorced for months. what happens when unresolved feelings surface?

author's note: this was saurrrrrrr fun writing, maybe a LIL trifling but fun writing. i been thinking about this for a week before i actually wrote it. now i don't condone cheating or taking cheaters back but ya'll know i love angst! enjoy pretties.

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"You gotta be fucking kidding me bro!" frustration ran through you as your car refused to crank for the sixth time this week. You ran a hand down your face before grabbing your phone and pressing on the contact of the last person that you wanted to hear from, Riri. Although the two of you were recently divorced, the woman was a damn good mechanic, and spending an unfathomable amount of money on your vehicle was not appealing.

The phone rang once before she picked up, the sarcasm in her words irritating you further, "Oh so we back on speaking terms now?"

You sighed, God knows how much you'd rather sit naked on a hot grill than talk to her, but being stubborn wasn't going to fix your problems. "Ri I'm not in the mood for this right now, can you come look at my car real quick?"

"Damn I'm only of use if it's about your car, that's fucked up." The woman feigned hurt.

You rolled your eyes at the statement, letting her get all the jokes she had out now knowing you wouldn't be in the mood for banter when she arrived at your house. After a couple more seconds of silence she finally agreed to help you, "I'll be over, just give me fifteen minutes princess."

The line hung went dead and you cringed at the pet name she called you. If Riri had one thing it would be some nerve. As if her infidelity being the reason for the fall of your marriage wasn't enough, she would always find some way to try and weasel back into your good graces. The affair lasted for three months- with some woman who she had serviced before. You beat yourself up for months for not figuring it out sooner, not noticing before, but there were no signs to pick up on. You were still woken up to sweet kisses every morning, taken on dates often, and overall taken care of. She was still the same woman you married all those years ago.

What felt like an eternity your doorbell finally rang. Beyond the door stood Riri, cornrows draped down her back and shoulders while she sported her greased stained t-shirt and jeans that she worked in. A smirk was plastered across her face as she held up her toolbox, "You rang sweet thang?"

"Took you long enough!," you turned to head towards your garage. "What happened to fifteen minutes?"

The shorter woman kissed her teeth as she shut the door behind her and followed you, "Aight, maybe I got a lil' backtracked, no need to yell." As you two walked further into the house she took time to admire how the home you two once shared looked completely different. "Like what you did with the place too, you always had a thing for decoration."

When it came to settling the divorce, Riri agreed to you keeping the house. It was your absolute dream home. A two story, Victorian style house with a wrap around porch, and the biggest backyard. The day you two closed on it was a dream come true. When the affair was revealed to you, you had the nagging thought of them fooling around in the house you shared. No matter the amount of cleaning or reassurance Riri gave you that nothing happened between the walls of your home, you couldn't believe a word she said. Nine months and thousands of dollars later, the entire space was transformed. Carpet swapped for shiny hardwood floors, the wood for the kitchen cabinets and counters were changed, and every room had a fresh new layer of paint.

"I called you to look at my car, not my house."

She shrugged you off and began to do what she did best, immediately popping the hood. You took this time to go back inside and try to dead the strange sensation in your gut. There was no doubt in your mind that being in the same vicinity as Riri made your skin itch, but some part of you still felt safe in her presence. No matter how much you tried to shake it, there was still this longing feeling that lingered inside you.

An hour had passed before Riri strolled back in, covered in even more gunk that she arrived in, "It'll get you going, but c'mon ma, you gonna need a new car sooner than later."

She was right, the old jeep wrangler that you drove was on its last leg but you couldn't bring it in you to buy another one.

"I wish you would stop calling me that." You took time to glance at her attire, "And you dirty as hell, don't touch nothing."

She held her hands up in a defensive pose and chuckled, "Well can i at least shower here? I don't want all this oil on my car seats."

The question hung in your mind for a few minutes. Having Riri in your house wrecked your nerves enough, but deep inside you didn't want her to leave. You knew having her stay longer than her intended stay wouldn't be a smart decision at all. Alas, you allowed your once lifetime partner this one favor.

"Fine, but make it quick."

You sat at your vanity, finishing up your skincare routine when the door to your connected bathroom opened, revealing a half naked Riri. The big towel you gave her sat on her hips, giving you a clear view of her chiselled v-line. You couldn't lie, the sight was a heavenly one to say the least. Her braids that draped over her shoulders were now tied in a bun, and droplets of water dribbled down the valley of her breasts. The tattoo of your name that was placed just under her left one on display. Seeing it was a shock, after everything was settled you got yours lasered off. Eight sessions later and the tramp stamp that once said 'Rianna' was gone.

"Yes i still have it, you?" Riri's voice snapped you out of your trance.

"That tattoo is the least of my worries." You plainly stated.

A chuckle escaped the woman's lips, "So you still enjoy seeing me naked?"

You turned to face her, "Please don't flatter yourself, but if you must know, I got it removed months ago."

"That's crazy, I never wanted to get rid of mine."

You pursed your lips, "Yea, let me know you fucked another bitch with my name tatted on you, that's exactly what I wanna hear."

The idea of even getting matching tattoos was your idea, the placement however was Riri's. The two of you made the decision after one too many drinks on your honeymoon.

She started to dress in the old sweatpants and tank top that you let her borrow, "Aight I deserved that- that came out wrong."

"You deserve a lot actually."

"Like what?"

"My foot up yo' ass for starters." You snapped.

Throughout the divorce process you did your best to stay calm and graceful even though you had the right to lash out in every way possible. Resentment and anger festered in you for months as you never had a proper outlet for them. Thoughts of bleaching clothes, keying her car, and causing Riri physical harm crossed your mind plenty of times for a number of days. In the end, you could never bring yourself to act on them.

It grew quiet between you two, the tension in the air growing by the second. Riri stood in place, a guilty expression sprawled on her face. From the moment you found out about the wretched affair she tried her best to prove that it was a mistake. Constant calls and texts of her professing her love for you, flowers getting sent to your doorstep, and frequent attempts to try and smooth things over. If you let your heart take control of things, you would have taken her back. Every bone in your body so desperately wanted to pull her into your arms and believe that she meant it, believe that she regretted the choice she made.

"I was wrong, I know that but baby it was a mistake. You know I love y-"

You held your hand up, "Don't tell me that. Just don't." Your fists balled at your sides, the emotions that you never wanted to display in front of her threatening to spill over. "You don't.....you don't get to cheat on me and tell me you love me. Dead that shit right now."

Riri ran a hand down her face, her eyes meeting yours. Deep down she was sorry, and she beat herself up about it every day. "I do though."

Tears began to well up in your eyes. Your skin grew hot with anger and embarrassment. The emotions you were feeling felt like a whirlwind stirring inside of you. "You so full of shit. You dont cheat on people you love Rianna."

And there they were, the salty drops that you tried to hold back finally cascaded down your cheeks. The lump in your throat grew as sobs filled the room. At the moment you didn't care about being vulnerable, or seen as weak.

"We were together for six years! We made vows, bought a fucking house together!" Your voice cracked as more tears fell, "H-how.....how could you do this to me? I fucking hate you!"

Riri stood in silence, the outburst you were having hit her like a truck. Your feelings never went farther than your journal. All the obscenities, yearning for her, and blaming yourself for her infidelity. The guilt she was feeling made her stomach knot up, seeing you just standing in front of her bawling your eyes out made her feel terrible. "I know you do baby, I know you do."

Without skipping a beat, Riri took you into her arms, engulfing you in a warm embrace. It felt so familiar, so warm, as much as you wanted to resist you couldn't do anything more but melt into her arms. Your head rested on her shoulder letting the tears hit her skin. The moment made you feel so nostalgic, and you couldn't muster up the strength to snatch away.

"I hate how I still miss you, how much I feel safe in your stupid arms." You choked out, lifting your gaze to meet hers, "I hate how much I still love you." You never thought you'd see the day that you would ever admit that you still loved Riri. The thought ate at you inside, racked your brain every way to Sunday trying to figure out how and why those feelings were still there.

Riri's thumb swiped across your cheek, wiping away the stray tears that wet your face. Neither one of you were sure of a way to properly respond to your newfound confession. You'd put on this tough facade for so long, resisting any and everything that could put you in a position like this with her again, but here you were.

"We both still love each other, why can't we try again?"

"I wanted.....I wanted to take you back so bad Rianna." You bit your lip hesitantly, "But I knew if you did it once you'd do it again."

Riri took your chin in her hand and brought your face closer to hers, "Well forget allat for a second, what's your heart telling you?"

Your faces got closer and closer, lips centimeters from brushing one anothers. Your body grew hot all over, the pit that formed in your stomach was a sinkhole by now. And as much as you wanted- needed to feel her lips just one more time.

"Ri I can't promise what'll happen if you kiss me." Her lips got even closer before you put a hand to her chest, stopping her. "But what I can promise is that I won't let you hurt me like this again. You need to leave."

The look of hurt and disappointment that flashed across her face did satisfy you a bit, but you knew going through with it would open an entirely new door of confusion and disappointment yet again. Her bottom lip was trapped between her teeth as she nodded, understanding your sentiment. She loosened her grip on you and collected her things before heading towards the door, but not without taking one more glance at you. A desperate glow filled her eyes, almost as if she wanted to tell you one more thing. As the front door shut and the headlights of her car faded off into the distance, you couldn't help but think about what being with her again would feel like.

[blacklesbothatlovestowrite]

On My Mama Pt. 8 (Oh, how the mighty have fallen)

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“Oh, great!” Your mother scoffs, as she downs yet another glass of whiskey straight. She was in a self pity mood.

Nothing had went the way she’d planned. She had no intentions of arguing with you, let alone hitting you. Shed worked on what she’d say when she saw you and everything she’d planned disappeared the moment she’d seed that girl.

She couldn’t stand the girl. Hate was too strong a word for how she felt about that girl.

Why did she have to be there? Why was she your roommate ? Why was this happening ?

God, she thought she could do this but clearly she wasn’t ready. The thought of talking to you again was nauseating. She didn’t have the courage to speak to you and say what she’d planned on saying.

You were so determined to hate her. She didn’t know how to change that or fix it. And what she’d said and done was possibly the worst thing she could’ve ever done. She stooped so much lower than she ever could have.

“You need help.” Shuri says, shaking her head as she stared at your mother.

“Get the fuck out of here!” Your mother hisses, signaling the bartender to send another drink her way. She planned on getting so drunk she forgot about this horrid day even if it was only temporary.

“I shouldn’t be here. Y/n would kill me if she knew I was talking to you but…” Shuri shook her head. This was more important. She couldn’t keep holding this secret from you. You deserved better and she knew that.

“You know Y/n’s always had a thing for you.” Your mother chuckles as the bartender places another drink in front of her.

“It wasn’t shocking you found yourself attracted to her. She’s gorgeous.” Your mother continued as she knocked the drink back as if it were a shot.

“Y/m/n. Stop.” Shuri grinds her teeth. She knew she shouldn’t have come after her. She’d spent quite a few enjoyable hours tiring you out and slipped out the moment your eyes closed and your breathing returned to normal.

“It’s a compliment..” Your mother shrugged. It truly was. You were beautiful, always had been. You looked like the perfect mix of her and your father. The thought making her insides turn. She hated thinking about him.

He’d died so horribly. She felt robbed. She felt as though you were robbed. There was so much she’d planned to tell him before he died.

Guilt swallowed her whole being. She couldn’t face the fact that he was gone. She knew in her head that he was long gone. Dead. Buried. But for some reason she couldn’t let go of him. So here she was like she’d done for so long. Drinking.

She drank every day . Every night. She was constantly drinking day in and day out as if it were hydrating her. Instead she was only damaging herself, something she knew but ignored just to feel a temporary relief.

“You cried that night about wanting a better relationship with your daughter and have done absolutely nothing to make that a reality. You think drinking is fixing your problem?” Shuri’s eyes roamed over your mother’s messy clothing. She had always been so put together but right now she was covered in alcohol and white remnants of what she chose to ignore.

From the look of her messy hair, smudged lips and tear streaked face. It was obvious she’d been fucked by yet another stranger.

She pitied your mother. While she knew exactly where your mother was mentally and emotionally. She couldn’t completely empathize with her. She chose the way things played out. She was the reason her own daughter hated her. She was the reason her husband had died. She was the common denominator in all of the equation and yet there was no accountability or actions taken to improve.

It was like watching. A train wreck, it was truly horrific and sickening but yet she couldn’t walk away or look away. She knew there was nothing she could do to help your mother but yet she felt like she owed it to you to do so.

You lost your dad in part due to her actions whether accidental or not. There was no taking back the actions that let to his death and for that she felt absolutely guilty.

“I seem to recall you drinking like there was no tomorrow and smoking your problems away.” Your mother pointed out, scoffing at the judgment.

“Yeah well. I’m currently working on healing, because I want to be who my mother and brother would be proud of. I want to be who Y/n deserves. She’s had enough disappointment and hurt to last a lifetime.” Shuri corrected her.

“Y/n is incapable of letting anyone love her. She’s never been able to commit to anything or anyone. You won’t change that.” Your mother shakes her head. “I know my daughter. She’s full of so much love but she’ll never show it. I raised her that way because this world is cruel and life is unfair. You’ll never break her.”

“I wouldn’t want to.” Shuri responded. Clearly seeing where you got your issues from. You liked to act like you didn’t care about anything or anyone but she knew better. She picked up on how much you cared for people, despite trying to pretend you didn’t.

It’s why you were able to forgive Riri, even if you pretended that you hadn’t. She knew better. The same could be said for when you forgave her. You were a loving and sensitive woman but you refused to show people that side of you.

“You think Y/n will ever love you?” Your mother laughed, tears streaming down her face as she laughed.

“Y/n was right. You should leave.” Shuri declared, walking off. She hated how that statement made her feel. She was unsure of your feelings for her. She knew you liked Riri even if you acted as though you couldn’t stand her.

While you had forgiven her, your feelings towards her seemed unclear. Sex seemed to be the only thing holding you two together and that scared her. Something she’d spoken about with her therapist. She didn’t want to care about another person. She couldn’t deal with losing anyone else but the thought of you not caring for her like she did you frightened her like hell.

The rest of the night Shuri spent at the lab. She hadn’t worked on any research in a while and she had no urge to at the moment which was baffling to her. She’d been so stuck in a constant cycle of being locked in her lab, drinking, smoking and fucking random women.

She hadn’t had sex with Riri since the Bria debacle and she wasn’t so sure she’d go there again. It hurt like hell when she found out she’d been used to get to Riri. She didn’t love Bria, but she did feel close to her. She trusted her, she felt like she was a second to Riri in terms of someone to keep her grounded and who cared.

She couldn’t process her feelings of betrayal, hurt and anger when everything hit the fan. She’d always felt insecure and insignificant. While she’d been uplifted and loved/doted on by her family. Shuri never had true friends until Riri. Okoye, Aneka and Ayo were family. Just as Nakia and Challa were.

Then she’d been in private lessons her whole life, kept inside and monitored unlike T’Challa whom was free to roam all over Wakanda without question. While she was constantly out with family. She never really had friends to socialize with.

She was a huge Outsider social site fan because of her isolation. Which taught her how to be more social and helped her pick up things she otherwise wouldn’t have known about.

She’d met a few daughters and sons of the tribe but people tended to keep their distance respectfully. They viewed the royal family as ‘unapproachable’ not because they were but as a sign of respect. Something she absolutely detested.

Her parents were always so big on being contained in a safe bubble that she often felt suffocated. T’Challa was her best friend, when she’d lost him it felt like a part of her had died as well. He’d known all of her secrets, he was the first person she’d call whenever she needed him.

He was always there for her. He loved her and accepted her when she’d stated that she was interested in women. Even helped her to update her style to fit her, by taking her on several secretive shopping trips. She was a stem. She was both feminine and masculine. She could be girly or be boyish and both were very attractive to everyone.

Bria made her feel comfortable and safe. Seen. She was someone to talk to that didn’t push for her to change or ‘do better’ she simply accepted her where she was in her grieving process. Riri constantly pushed and tried to make her ‘heal’ and at times it really angered her because she wasn’t fully ready to let go of her feelings surrounding the loss of her family members.

She knew that if she let go of her anger, her sadness, her grief… It would mean they were really gone. That she could no longer pretend that things weren’t true. She’d have to accept that they would never come back and she hated to think of that. She wanted her family, needed them.

Riri couldn’t fully understand. She’d lost her father and best friend, but Shuri? Shuri had lost her entire family, her bloodline depended on her and Toussaint. Her children wouldn’t know their grandparents, their uncle firsthand. They would have secondhand memories and stories and that hurt.

She wanted them to know their grandfather , know what it was to be comforted and taught by him. To know their grandmother who was full of wisdom and love, who could turn the saddest and most difficult days into the best days of their lives. To know how loyal and supportive their uncle was. To be able to tell him all their secrets without fear of being judged or reprimanded.

So much would be missed, and she couldn’t fathom how she’d ever fill in those voids. Her family was completely gone, there was no replacing what she had lost. At times she thought about not having her own children at times as she had no mother to go through motherhood with.

She barely had the emotional support needed to give her children all they would need. She was one person.

Bria eased all those concerns and expectations by not making her think of anything but the current moment. She made her feel like she could finally breathe and that was everything to her.

-

The next morning you woke to see Shuri wasn’t there and her side of the bed was cold. You frowned, not liking the fact that she’d left without saying anything or leaving a note.

You shouldn’t have cared but you did. It was the little things that mattered to you. You needed people to care about you. You’d spent so long just having your father care about you.

As much as you warred with your feelings, you still felt good knowing that people cared. You felt lonely and as much as you hated to admit, you felt genuine care with both Shuri and Riri but in different ways.

You still held unresolved resentment towards Riri for what she’d done but it was hard to stay mad at her. You felt this closeness to her that you couldn’t explain.

Stretching, you climbed out of Shuri’s bed and made your way to the bathroom. You used her mouthwash and brushed your teeth with your second toothbrush stored in her bathroom. After washing and drying your face you peed, wiped, flushed and washed your hands.

Walking to the kitchen you smelt food and raised a brow as Riri gestured to the kitchen island with a nod of her head. She set a plate down with powdered sugar French toast, cut up mangos and a homemade mango syrup.

There was freshly squeezed orange juice with the leftover mango juice. She’d even placed cut up mango’s on the side in a small bowl. You smiled as she gave you a fork. The way you love mangoes this was a huge help in garnering your forgiveness.

It was your favorite fruit, top of the list. Any variation of mango from any country. Sweet, or green with some salt or Tajín. You absolutely loved mangoes, no question.

“What’s all this for ?” You asked, taking a seat at the kitchen island.

“I figured you needed a pick me up after yesterday.” Riri shrugged, as she placed two pills by the glass of juice she set out for you.

“Thank you.” You grinned.

She went about the task of cleaning up after herself but you quickly got up and stopped her. She was not going to clean after she cooked. You believed in fairness, if someone cooked it was only fair the other person cleaned.

“I got it.” You assured her, pulling her by the hand to the kitchen island to eat. As you both sat down, you’d shared your breakfast with her.

It was delicious which wasn’t surprising, Riri knew how to cook and really good too.

As much as you wanted to pretend you didn’t like her, things like this made it hard. She was always being thoughtful, always feeding you when she knew you wouldn’t bother. You were an oatmeal or ready made shake kind of girl in the mornings out of convenience and laziness.

“I’m sorry about last night…” You mumble, feeling embarrassed and hurt at her rejection. It still was fresh on your mind.

It was hard to admit you liked her, so for her to reject you when you offered yourself up to her… it felt like a blow to the gut. Friends don’t look at friends that way… She could pretend all she wanted but you weren’t crazy. She wanted you. You thought, you weren’t fully certain and maybe it was wishful thinking but you needed her to want you.

“An apology, wow my food must really be good.” Riri joked, bumping your shoulder gently.

You said nothing and she quickly stopped laughing, and turned her body in the chair to face you.

“I’m sorry for everything I did.” Riri forces you to look her in the eyes, her hand on your chin. “It was despicable and downright cruel. There aren’t words adequate enough to describe how much I hate what I did to you. There’s no explanation I could give because nothing will change my actions or justify them. I was wrong and I am sorry.”

You swallowed. Not many people apologized to you, and you weren’t very big on apologizing either. You felt slightly uncomfortable at the feelings you felt for Riri. Her apology made your stomach have these weird feelings and that scared you.

“I’m sorry too.” You blurted out, the words feeling like vinegar on your tongue.

“You—“

You cut her off by kissing her. You weren’t entirely sure what made you do it but the moment your lips touched, you felt that feeling in your stomach intensify. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. Her lips were soft and smooth.

Riri was frozen in place as you kissed her. She was shocked. She never saw it coming. This wasn’t a vindictive or sexual kiss. It wasn’t like any of the kisses you’d shared with Bria or Shuri. She’d seen enough of them to know. There was no tongue, no urgency to touch her.

You moved away from her lips and stared at her.

“I don’t want to be your friend.” You finally admitted the one thing you were fighting so hard to bury. Riri stared at you in confusion. “And you don’t want to be my friend either.”

It wasn’t clear to you why you felt the need to say that but the moment the words left your mouth, you felt better for some reason. You thought about that saying your dad always said ‘the truth shall set you free’ it felt like you were being honest with yourself for the first time in a long while.

“I like you Arianna. I don’t know why, God knows I have tried to fight it. But I can’t… it hurts me to be mad at you and I hate it. I should hate you, I’ve tried but I just can’t seem to no matter how hard I try.” Your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest. It was like you couldn’t stop talking.

Riri’s brows raised, she hadn’t expected that. If the kids threw her for a loop, your words were scrambling her brain right now. No one called her by her given name, not many people knew it but hearing you say it made her melt. She didn’t think she wanted you to call her anything else.

“I love you.” Riri blurted, her eyes locked on yours. How could she not? You were an amazing woman. You had so many great qualities, she knew you built up this mean, tough exterior to protect yourself. You were kind and loving, you cared about everyone. Even when people hurt you and you were being mean, you still cared for them.

She loved how blatant you were, even if the words were a bit harsh. You spoke your mind. You were so creative and innovative even though you hid your work and tried to act like it was nothing. There were so many things that made her fall for you.

It was what made her so determined to help you, to heal you. You had so much anger, resentment and unresolved feelings that were holding you back from being the woman she knew you could be. That you deserved to be. She wanted you to be capable of receiving love and genuine affection. Not just sexual affection.

The both of you were so caught up in each other, neither of you noticed the sound of the door opening. Shuri had been listening to your conversation for a while, she felt a pain like she’d never known. It was different than when Bria had used her.

She couldn’t form words. There was nothing she could say at the moment. She couldn’t disrespect you or Riri. She cared for you both, and had so much respect for each of you. She couldn’t even be angry. She just stood still, trying to process her thoughts and emotions.

“And here I thought I was fucked up…” Your mother said, breaking the moment. You looked up to see Shuri standing in the entry way. She had a look on her face that made your stomach turn.

You looked behind her to see your mother, she was a drunken mess. It was a shocking and pitiful experience to see her in such a way. She was normally always put together.

“Why are you here?” You leveled her with a cool stare. You weren’t in the mood for her or her bullshit.

“I wanted to talk about yesterday… but clearly this is more important.” Your mother shook her head. “You can’t fuck that girl.”

There was so much hatred in the way she said that girl. You were instantly on the defensive. Who was she to tell you what you could and couldn’t do? Was this another one of her truth talks where she admitted she fucked someone she shouldn’t have?

You instantly turned to face Riri, already starting to overthink. Riri’s eyes widened as she quickly realized where your mind was taking you. She shook her head. She would NEVER go there. It wasn’t shade towards Shuri because Shuri hadn’t known you or your ties to your mother but knowing you now… she could never do that. Nina was one thing, but your mother? Absolutely not.

“Why is this any of your business?” You turned back to your mother, relief evident in your face.

“She’s your sister.” Your mother said, her eyes full of guilt and resentment.

Shuri stared at the two of you in shock. What in the actual fresh hell was going on?

“What have you been drinking? It clearly needs to be taken off the market because you’re tweaking.” Riri stared at your mother incredulously. She clearly was not ok in the head.

“Y/n… I cheated on your dad with a man I loved more than I ever thought possible. I was in Chicago for a few months. He was my neighbor for the apartment I subleased. It wasn’t intentional, but I couldn’t stay away from him. He didn’t know I was with your dad. Your dad was focused on building his company and school. He barely had time for me, I felt alone. I didn’t plan it, it just happened. Then it grew into something more and I planned on divorcing your dad.” Your mother looked like she was going to be sick.

“Your father found out that I was married and he told me he never wanted to see me again. I wasn’t as known when we’d met but by the end of our relationship I was recognized all over. Our affair had been discovered and I was plastered all over the news papers and magazines. I remember the look on his face when he found out. He couldn’t even look at me. He moved in the middle of the night, I couldn’t find him. He quit working at the garage he worked at. Your dad… he was a forgiving man. He flew to Chicago and he told me he forgave me, that he was sorry for neglecting me and that he loved me. I was abandoned by the man I truly loved and I didn’t want to be alone so I chose to stay with your dad and go back home with him. I found out I was pregnant a month later.” The more she talked, the more your hatred for her grew.

“It made no sense to break your dad’s heart anymore than I had. While I wasn’t in love with him, I did love him. So I made him believe that you were his. Things were fine for a while until your first birthday. I saw your father, he was with a woman that’s the carbon copy of this girl and he was holding a little baby a few months younger than you. I later learned it was his girlfriend and I knew it would have been a mess to speak up so I made sure he didn’t see me or you and I left.” Your mother was crying and you couldn’t feel an ounce of sympathy for her.

“Every time I think you can’t stoop to a new low, you amaze me. You are complete garbage.” You wipe the tears that are leaking, and move past Shuri to shove your mother out of your apartment.

“What was his name?” Riri finds her voice again, feeling sick to her stomach.

“Mecca.” Your mother says, and Riri looks from her to you.

“Don’t ever talk to me again.” You say, with a heavy heart. Your mind felt like it was going to explode with all the information you’d learned.

-

Until next time 🫨

[shurislover]

meg the stallion headcannons

a/n - i’ve never written for Meg before so let’s see how this goes and these are just my personal thoughts on how i think she’d be in a relationship. hope yall enjoy 😊 im not sure if anyone has done headcannons for her either.

also this will probably be a mix of sfw and nsfw but honestly it’s mainly fluff.

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tags - @oceean @beautybyfire @notapradagurl7 @onyxstones-world @blkgworlamplified

you’re her plus one for EVERYTHING , no matter if it’s a fashion show, basketball game , award show she always has you by her side.

she really loves having you around, even if it’s just to sit in complete silence, she’s satisfied as long as you’re there.

extremely clingy but you love it. she either has to be near you or touching you at all times tbh personal space doesn’t exist to her & if she’s away doing shows or photoshoots you’re on call with her all day long.

“ baby we are in the house you don’t need to hold my hand “ “ what if you like disappear?” you laughed at how serious she was “ you’re cute but baby i’m not going anywhere gimme kiss “

her lockscreen is of you and her on you guys first date, and it’s been her lockscreen for as long as y’all been together and she refuses to change it to anything else.

absolutely loves spending money on you, even though half the things she buys YOU DONT NEED.

definitely surprises you with vacations when she has a decent amount of time off from work. “ my love , pack maybe 2 weeks of clothes our flight leaves in about 5 hours “ “ GIRL WHAT ?” “ y/n we don’t have time for this pack up and let’s go “

gives you all the deets on new projects or songs she’s working on, so you always know all the words to her songs before they drop & gets all the new merch before anyone else

HUGS ? megan loves hugs, every chance she gets she’ll hug you. in the kitchen cooking ? she’ll hug you from behind and kiss your cheek. coming home from work ? she’ll run from wherever she is and jump on you. you’re her comfort person.

her favorite thing to do after a make out session is resting her forehead on yours and just stare into your eyes, she always says “ you have the most beautiful brown eyes i’ve ever seen, i get lost in them everytime “

now she knows when she’s pissed you off because you’ll give her the silent treatment, but that never lasts long , she does this pout and she KNOWS that’s your weakness so the moment you look up at her face , your face instantly softens.

megan loves when u have rough day at work because she thinks it’s so cute to find you knocked out on the couch, that means she gets to carry you to bed , slip on your pajamas and bonnet and tuck you in then leave a goodnight kiss on your forehead.

her favorite names to call you are :

“ babyyyyyyyyy “

“ my loveeeeee “

“ beautifullllllll”

“ princessssss”

wifeyyyy “

She cares about you very deeply & does not play about you. The day she dropped a hard launch photo dump on instagram the hate you got was horrible. It wasn’t even coming from her fans it was other people & Megan always reassured you :

“ Dont listen to them. You’re the most special person in my life, someone i hold very dear to my heart. Those people don’t know you, they don’t know how amazing and wonderful you are. They don’t know about the love we have & fuck them !!! You my baby and that’s all that matters.

she knows how to fluster you out in public and every single time you fold.

she’ll walk up behind you while you’re mingling with friends and whispers things in your ear like “ i can’t wait till we get home “ “ you look so good i could eat you out right now “ “ we should have another round of last night “ & once megan walks away you have about 5 minutes to say your goodbyes and hop in the car

now meg may be the dominant one but she LOVES when you put her in her place. she loves when you take control

she’s a B R A T . a brat to the T ! and it’s you’re fault because you spoil the fuck outta her. so once she hears that word “ no “ it’s a wrap first she’ll catch an attitude then she stops talking to you & lastly she goes and hides in your shared bedroom until you change your mind

“ baby please let me in “ silence “ pleaseeee ill give you a kiss “ silence “ “ fine , ill buy you that chanel bag despite you having it already in every single color “ you listen as the door unlocks and she’s just there cheesin like a kid on Christmas “ thank you baby “

big baby at heart.

loves when you tell her she’s pretty in between kisses . she starts blushing then hides her face

one of her favorite memories with you is when she had a really bad day at work so you surprised her by setting up a fort with all her favorite snacks and drinks and ordered in from her favorite restaurant and binge watched all her favorite anime

A HOODIE STEALER ! especially when she travels for work all your hoodies seem to go missing.

loves that you let her be outside and enjoy her time with friends because at the end of the day she’s coming home to you. everyone thinks you should have a problem with her twerking when in reality she’s been doing it long before yall got together and it’s her favorite thing to do so why have her stop.

little does she know you already have a ring picked out for her and can’t wait till the day to make her your wife.