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notapradagurl7 · 1 month ago

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Winter Kisses.

Megan Thee StallionStud! x Black Fem! Reader

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Summary: You and Megan decided to go to a lovely Air B&B for the winter, on the first night of a few drinks and. You ended up being closer than ever.

A/N: even though it’s fall I have thought of this cute fic, don't forget to leave a like, comment & reblog to support, feel free to ask for a request if you like! ❤️

Warnings: +18, dirty talk, nipple play, praise kink, sissoring, fingering, fluff, sloppy kissing, straight-up filth, a submissive Megan, degradation kink, mention of burnout, playful banter, dominant reader, spanking,

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You sat in the passenger’s seat of the small black car while you peeked through the window, the tall woman sitting pretty in the driver's seat with her hand on the steering wheel, dressed in a snug turtle neck sweatpants that accentuated her curves, paired with high-waisted pants that hugged her hips perfectly.

The warm breeze tousled her black hair as she turned to you with a playful grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Are you ready for this, babe?" Megan asked, her voice smooth like honey. "I hope you can handle all this heat."

You chuckled, feeling a flutter in your stomach. "Please, I’ve been handling your heat since we met. This is just a warm-up."

Megan raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh really? You think you can keep up with me? I might just have to show you who's boss tonight."

You leaned back in your seat, crossing your arms with a feigned look of confidence. "Boss, huh? You know what they say about the boss—she's got to put in the work. You better be ready for a long night, Meg."

Megan laughed, her deep, infectious laugh echoing in the car. "You think you can outlast me? You’re in for a surprise, baby."

Peeling away from the small neighborhood, you heard other cars passing by and the smooth jazz music playing from your playlist, calming you down as the lights from the houses faded away.

You were dressed in a black turtle neck sweater and matching pants, boots and tube socks on your feet. Your black and blonde locs hung by your face, a beanie and your brown skin and eyes sparkled with happiness.

“So we're going to an Air B&B for the winter? I'm kinda nervous?” You asked with a confused tone.

Megan turned to you, with a concerned look, "I get it, babe. It’s a little intimidating being away from home, but just think of it as a mini getaway for us. No distractions, just you and me," she reassured you, her eyes flickering with warmth.

You nodded, feeling a little more at ease. "You're right. Just us. I could use some time to unwind."

Megan chuckled, her laughter lighting up the car. “Right, that's the spirit, You’re feisty tonight! I like that. But just remember, when it comes to relaxation, I might have a few tricks up my sleeve."

Your sight was greeted by a scenery of trees and bushes, littered with snow in bundles, the feel of the holiday sometimes made you sad because it would go by so fast, but you wanted to enjoy this moment with her.

As you pulled into the private driveway of the cozy Air B&B, a soft glow from the porch light illuminated the snow on the ground. The trees near the cabin made into a home type of feel, the brown wood made you smile.

Your nerves shot through the sky and you grabbed her hand, pulling her close to your side, the warmth of your bodies pressed against each other made your cheeks heat up with fervor.

“It’s alright, I'm right here with you, I know you’re not much of a cabin person but I’m glad to be here with you…”

“Me too, I can do this..”

Pulling you close to her face, lips locked immediately with a soft smack, tilting your head to side and her mouth opened wide, your tongue swirling with hers, you moaned at the sensation. Pulling away from each other as you chuckled lightly.

“Whoa there girl, let’s get into the cabin first..” You said with a chuckle and smirk. Your hands gave her plump ass a smack and she chuckled with you.

The wooden cabin looked inviting, nestled among green trees with a slight dusting of snow. You both stepped out of the car, the cold air hitting your skin and sending a shiver down your spine. The gate behind the two of you was locked.

“Let’s get inside and warm up,” Megan suggested, her voice low and playful.

You followed her to the front door, and as she unlocked it, a wave of warmth greeted you. The interior was beautifully decorated, with plush furniture and a crackling fireplace. You admired the space, after placing your bags in the bedroom, the two of settled in the spacious living room.

“Wow, this place is amazing,” you said, glancing around.

“I know, right? I figured we deserved something nice for our little vacay,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

You gently plopped on the couch with your eyes on Megan who was still dressed in her baggy clothes, grabbing the hot mugs of cocoa from the counter. Walking toward the couch and passing you a green mug.

“Mm, this smells so good..” You hummed with a smile, before picking up the Roku remote and clicking on Netflix.

Megan plopped down next to you, her body radiating heat as she leaned in closer, her shoulder brushing against yours. “What do you want to watch first? Something scary?” she asked, her head tilted.

You chuckled, taking a sip of the warm cocoa. “I agree, I’m in the mood for horror too, nothing too mushy or lovey dovey. I’d rather not have nightmares tonight,” you replied, glancing at her with a playful smirk.

“I’m such a acaredy-cat,” Megan teased, poking your side playfully.

“Sure, but only if you promise to cuddle me during the scary parts,” Megan said, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Oh, I’ll do more than just cuddle,” you replied, a suggestive glint in your eyes.

You felt your cheeks heat up as you turned your attention back to the screen. The opening credits of a haunting scary movie filled the room, but your mind was elsewhere, lost in thoughts of what the night could hold.

As the movie played, you found yourself stealing glances at Megan, watching her as she laughed at the funny parts, her eyes sparkling. You couldn’t help but admire her beauty; the way her hair framed her face, the curve of her lips when she smiled.

“Hey,” she said suddenly, catching you off guard. “What are you staring at?”

You smirked, leaning back with feigned nonchalance. “Just appreciating the view. Is that a crime?”

Megan laughed, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “You know if you keep looking at me like that, I might just get the wrong idea.”

“Maybe that’s the idea,” you shot back, feeling bold.

Megan raised an eyebrow, leaning closer until her lips were almost brushing against yours. “Oh really? You think you can handle me when I get the wrong idea?"

Your heart raced as you locked eyes with her, the tension thick in the air. “I can handle anything you throw at me, Meg.”

With a playful grin, she leaned in closer, her breath warm against your lips. “You sure about that?”

“Positive,” you replied, your voice steady despite the rush of adrenaline coursing through you.

After finishing your hot cocoa and wiping the reside from your lips using a napkin, you scooted closer to her side. Cupping her face in your hands and brought her face close to yours. “I want to take this night with you further..” You whispered, kissing her lips twice.

Your lips pressed against hers, soft and plump just the way you liked it and glided your tongue across her lips. Moaning in the kiss softly, Megan kissed you back and wrapped her around around you.

Unbuttoning her pants and sliding them off, her boxers slide down to the floor. And you slid off her sweater, unhooking her bra with her plump breasts poked out beautiful.

Megan took off your clothes as well, littered across the soft rug and you gently pushed her onto the soft cushions, “This time, I’m gonna take the lead, baby”

The tall woman relaxed her back against the couch, her legs spreading out for you and rested your hands on her thighs, a rush of excitement zoomed through her, wrapped your lips around her throbbing clit. Her thighs twicthed from the slight peck of your lips.

Her breath hitched but she only moaned from every flick of your tongue, her juices coating your mouth, moving your head from side to side, “Fuck! Yes! Just like that..”

While your tongue rolled around her clit, your fingers slid between her wet folds, Megan’s head fell onto the soft pillow and balled her hand into your locs, pumping your fingers in and out of her ever skillfully, at the right pace. Megan’s hand gripped the armrest of the couch tightly, her thick hips rolling with the pace of your fingers.

“Bad girl, you don’t get to fuck yourself yet, you lil slut..” You shot back with a seductive tone, your hand spanked her thigh, the heat pooled through her. You couldn’t help but watch in awe by the sight of the woman pleasuring herself more with your fingers, your fingers pinched her clit, her essence gushed out.

“N-no baby, I’ll be good this time, I promise.” Megan moaned loudly, keeping her legs still just for you, still shaking from your pace picking up. Despite the command, she kept moving her hips and brought your lips to her clit again, your tongue flattened and swirled.

“Right there..shit!” Megan whimpers, her nails scratch into the soft fabric and moaned louder, feeling her girlfriend curled her fingers up, hitting a spot perfectly. Megan came undone and screamed out.

Settling on the couch, you crawled toward the woman who sprawled across the couch and bought your fingers to her mouth, “Open..: You commanded, watching her mouth open.

Sliding your fingers inside her mouth, watching her plump lips wrap tightly around, sucking and licking your finger clean, pulling your fingers out and kissing her lips tenderly. “You look so pretty..”

You carefully intertwined your legs with hers, pressing your pussy against hers, causing the both of you to cry out in pleasure, moving your hips with hers. “You like that? Your pretty pussy kissing mine?” You teased with a soft moan, resuming to move your hips.

All Megan could do was moan and wrap her arms around her waist, bringing your breasts together with your hardened nipples touching, tears “F-fuck! Yes! i love it when you fuck me good, you’re all mine!” Megan groaned with a raspy scream.

Pinching each other’s nipples aggressively with your fingers, your hips moved faster and you gasped, “Don’t stop…don’t stop! Keep fucking me good!” You cried out, your legs shaking weakly, kissing her lips again, whimpering softly.

The soft squleching sound of your wet folds latching onto hers, your essence coating over each other’s thighs and your clits throbbing together sent you over the edge, “Shit..shit..Don’t you hear how good your pussy sounds? So fucking wet with mine..” You moaned harshly, littering kisses and hickeys all over her neck.

“I love you…I love you…baby girl, you’re so fucking beautiful..” Megan slurred as if she was drunk, her manicured nails left welts on your back. You hissed from the pain and spanked her ass again, rolling your hips again. “Pussy’s too tight.” The sensations brought the both of you to cloud nine. Your mind went blank and tears rolling down your cheeks.

Both of you on the brim of a release, your hips swiveled in different pace, only going harder, “I love you more..fuck..” You moaned again, your tongue siding across her neck, wrapping your mouth around her breast and moaned in the tender flesh.

Making your pussy clench around hers, pleasure washed over you again and again. This was so good with her, your eyes rolled back. “I want to cum with you, baby” Megan begged, sucking your nipple harshly.

By her beg, you felt a surge of electricity course through your body, igniting every nerve ending. The way she pleaded for release made your heart race even faster.

“Alright, sweetheart. Let’s cum together,” you whispered, your breaths coming in quick gasps as you continued to grind against her.

You began to quicken the pace, your bodies moving in perfect harmony, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing over you both. The beads of sweat coated over your melenated bodies. Tongue kissing her with passion.

Your climaxes hit like a tidal wave, with a few pushes of your hips. You both of you cried out in unison—your bodies shaking together and twitched, your clits throbbed against each other and your essence gushed over your cores, feeling the clenching of her folds with yours.

The room was filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing, the soft crackle of the fire.

You collapsed onto Megan, both of you panting, trying to catch your breath as the aftershocks of your orgasms coursed through your bodies.

Megan pulled you closer, her arms wrapping around you securely. “That was…fucking amazing,” she murmured, a satisfied grin spreading across her face. Her fingers gently traced patterns on your back, a soothing contrast to the intensity of what just happened.

You chuckled softly, resting your head against her chest. “Yeah, amazing doesn’t even begin to cover it. I think I definitely brought the heat tonight.”

Megan laughed lightly, the sound vibrating through her chest. “You really are something else. I didn’t know you had that in you.”

“Well, I guess you bring out the best in me,” you replied, looking up at her with a playful glint in your eyes. “And you’re not so bad yourself.”

She smirked, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your forehead. “Just wait until tomorrow. We’ve got plenty of time to explore this cabin and each other more.”

You felt a thrill run through you at her words, the promise igniting a spark in your chest. “I’m looking forward to it. But for now, how about we clean up a bit and enjoy the rest of the night?”

Megan nodded, her eyes bright with excitement. “Sounds like a plan. But first, let’s take a quick shower together. I think we could both use it after… you know,” she said, a teasing lilt to her voice.

“Definitely,” you agreed, a smile spreading across your face as you stood up, offering her a hand. The two of you made your way to the bathroom, the warmth of the cabin wrapping around you like a cozy blanket. Washing each other clean in the shower, the steam cover the room.

“I could stay in here all night with you,” Megan admitted, her voice soft and playful as she leaned in to kiss you again, the water mixing with the taste of your lingering ecstasy.

“Same here,” you replied, pulling her closer, feeling the warmth of her body against yours. “But we should probably get out before we turn into prunes.”

Megan pouted playfully, but ultimately relented, letting you guide her out of the shower. Wrapping yourselves in fluffy towels, you moved back to the living room, dressed in your pajamas and sat on the couch, where the fire still crackled softly, casting a warm glow.

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lyfeofbilly · 1 month ago

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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.

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koffeesfancy · 1 month ago

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16. “no, i’m not okay” | Riri Williams x Reader

Summary: Nothing felt right.

Rating : Mature (for language and domestic violence)

Genre: Romance, angst

Word Count: 793

A/N: This is getting so toxic. 💀 Also, we’re halfway through Fictober, and I’m hanging on by a thread.

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @prettymrswright @onyxstones-world @pvnks0ul

The rain was relentless as you stood in the entryway of the community college, talking to Ms. Udaku, your lab instructor. She asked you about your progress, how you were managing the coursework, and you did your best to keep the conversation normal, pretending like everything was fine outside of class. You cracked a joke about something, and she laughed warmly. You joined in, though it felt forced, like you were mimicking some version of yourself from a long time ago.

You glanced at the time—7:59. Right on schedule, Riri’s Charger pulled up to the curb, headlights cutting through the rain. Your stomach tightened. She was never late. The second you saw her car, you mumbled a goodbye to Ms. Udaku and dashed through the rain, pulling your hood up as you ran to the car.

As soon as you got in, Riri’s mood hit you like a wall. Her jaw was tight, fingers drumming on the steering wheel. She stared ahead for a second, then looked over at you, eyes hard.

“Why the fuck you ain’t tell me your class let out early?” she asked, her voice low but loaded.

You blinked, taken aback. “I—uh, it didn’t. I was just talking to—”

“That hoe?” She cut her eyes toward Ms. Udaku, who was still standing by the entrance. “Who the fuck is that?”

“She’s my instructor,” you said softly, but Riri wasn’t hearing it. She snorted, mean-mugging between you and Ms. Udaku one last time before slamming her foot on the gas. The car sped off, the tires skidding slightly in the rain, but you didn’t say a word. You knew better. The tension in the car was thick, almost suffocating, but you kept your head down, staring at your hands in your lap. Your heart pounded in your chest, but you stayed quiet, hoping to avoid provoking her further.

As soon as you stepped inside the apartment, you barely took two steps before the door slammed behind you, the sharp sound echoing through the room. You flinched, instinctively stepping back, but before you could move, Riri grabbed you and pushed you hard against the wall.

“Who the hell was that?” she demanded, her face inches from yours, her breath hot on your skin. “And what’s so damn funny that you gotta be laughing with her?”

You opened your mouth to explain, but Riri’s grip tightened, her body pressed against yours, making it hard to breathe. “I—I told you, she’s just my instructor…”

“With all that laughing and shit you was doing? You must think I’m stupid.” Her grip on your arm tightened, her eyes flashing with something between anger and jealousy. “And you wonder why I don’t let you go nowhere by yourself.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you shook your head, your voice breaking. “It’s not like that, Riri, I swear. Please, just let me go back to work and school. I’ll stop talking to anyone else, I promise…”

“Why the hell you so pressed to be outside?” Riri’s voice dropped, low and dangerous. “I’m making enough money. You don’t need that broke ass job or school. What you really want, huh?”

Your tears fell freely now, hot and bitter as you struggled to find the words. “I don’t like this anymore, Riri,” you choked out, your voice small, trembling. “I don’t like what we’ve become. This isn’t what I signed up for…”

For a moment, Riri’s expression softened, the anger in her eyes flickering into something else—something almost regretful. She loosened her grip on you, her hand coming up to brush your cheek, wiping away the tears.

“Baby,” she said softly, her tone shifting as she tried to soothe you. “I don’t like you talking like that- like you finna leave me or something. Just calm down, Ma. I got you. I’m doing all this for us. You okay, you just need to remember that.”

You swallowed hard, the weight of her words pressing down on you. “No,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I’m not okay.”

Riri’s face fell, and she stepped back, looking almost hurt. “Let me make it up to you,” she murmured, her hands sliding down to your waist as she pulled you closer again. “C’mon, Ma. You know I ain’t mean to scare you like that. Let me make it better.”

Before you could respond, Riri scooped you up in her arms, carrying you toward the bedroom like you weighed nothing. Your heart pounded, a mixture of fear, exhaustion, and something else you couldn’t quite name. You felt trapped, but you didn’t resist.

“Let me take care of you, baby,” Riri whispered as she laid you down on the bed, her lips brushing against your ear. “Just let go for me…”

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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.

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