when was she going to stop showing up at your door?
stem!riri , switch!riri , hungup!riri switch!reader fem!reader jealous!reader
“Why you standing at my door, Ri? Looking all sorry and shit.” You tease your ex, a mean smirk on your face. You and Riri had been done for a few months. But she found it so hard to stay away from you. You were like a drug, an addiction she just couldn't seem to shake. She craved you, and you’d let her get a taste no matter what time of day it was. “You know what time it is?”
Riri looks at you with dilated pupils and low eyes. You knew that look all too well. “Don’t play like that, ma… you know why I’m here. Let me in.” Riri nods her head, gesturing to let her in. Something must’ve happened. Long day, fucked over by another broad, who knows. Didn’t matter either way. You’d let that girl in even if you both called it wraps.
She was yours, you were hers.
Riri steps in your apartment with ease, not needing your permission to come in. You scoff at this, eyeing Riri’s outfit. Nike pants and your university t-shirt. You catch a glimpse of her lips and the thought of them being on yours nearly made you salivate. “You not gonna ask to come in?”
Riri is already taking off her shoes by the time you begin to complain. She chuckles. “First time I asked to come in was the last time I asked to come in.” She makes her way to your couch and sits. The only things that could be heard was the door closing and your music playing over your speaker at low volume. Your apartment smelled like you, vanilla and bergamot.
Riri’s mind seems to be elsewhere. Her eyes are focused on the ground, and her arms are propped up on her knees, her body hunched over. You wanted to tease her so badly, but knew this wasn’t the time. Riri doesn’t look up until she hears your light footsteps, her eyes take in your body for the millionth time. She adjusts her posture when you sit next to her, manspreading with one arm in between her legs, and leaning back against the couch.
“Why are you here?” Your question comes out harsher and intended, but your face displays nothing calmness.
“You missed me that much?”
“Aw… baby can’t go a week without me?”
“Don’t be like that, Y/N,” Riri grumbles.
You’ve seen this look. “Alright,” you sigh. “What happened with ol’ girl? She fuck you over? She find somebody else?”
Riri rolls her eyes at the thought of her old broad. She was kind, a good girl. Nice eyes, big ass, the sex was nice. She cared for Riri emotionally, spiritually, and sexually.
But she just wasn’t you, and that’s what deterred Riri.
“No,” Riri shakes her head, her reply comes out like a grumble. “I got someone else.”
Your eyebrows jump up. You wouldn’t admit the pang of jealousy you felt in that instant.
“Mmh. Why’d you leave her?”
“I wasn’t really with her in the first place.”
“That’s not true. Answer my question.” Riri was with that girl. Or so you thought. She did everything with that girl that you and Riri had done together first. It pissed you off beyond compare, and Riri knew that. She took that girl to your favorite spot that you introduced Riri to. That alone was enough for you to assume Riri had cuffed that bitch.
When Riri doesn’t answer immediately, you get up to fix yourself and Riri a drink, something you did everytime she came over, especially at this time of night. You weren’t one for repeating yourself, so the room was silent once again until Riri finally spoke.
You put down the glass in your hand, feeling indifferent about the words that just came from Riri’s lips. “What?”
Riri gets up slowly to make her way over to you. She’s not much shorter than you, but her demeanor made her the tallest in the room. “I said she’s not you.” She’s staring into your eyes. “She don’t talk like you, she don’t walk like you, smell like you, feel like you, taste like you,” Riri lists all of the girl's flaws, not blinking once yet. “She doesn’t make me feel like how you make me feel.”
You put down the cup to ground yourself, also a bit of reassurance that this was real, and not a dream. “And how do I make you feel?” You turn towards Riri fully.
“Good.” Riri breaks eye contact with you, looking down at the glass cup.
You shake your head. “Uh uh. Say it with your chest.” Your hand reaches up to cup the bottom of Riri’s chin. You force the girl to look at you, and that second glance had you thinking you were dreaming again. “You ain’t drop that bitch and come all this way just to tell me I make you feel good.”
Riri cracks a smile. “Your jealousy is showing.”
“Girl, if you don’t answer my question!” Your demand came out more as a whine, weaker than you intended. This was a game you and Riri played often, a battle for dominance.
“I don’t want nobody else, YN. Out of all the girls I talked to since we broke up, none of them compared to you.”
You roll your eyes again at the thought of Riri being, let alone talking, to other girls.
"And that!” Riri exclaims. “They don’t care like you. They for everybody, and I don’t fuck with that,” Riri takes your hand. “I let go of something good. I wondered why I always kept coming back for more. They don’t make girls like you no more, Y/N. We were secure, and we had something really good. Special.” Riri's voice wavers, and she immediately clears her throat after a hard swallow. “And I’m dumb for ever letting that go.”
You struggle to find your words. Riri had never been this up front with you before, even while you were dating. You never noticed how much of a toll your break up was taking on Riri until you saw the tears welling in her brown eyes. You take in her features one more time before taking the deep breath you didn’t know you were holding. “What do you want?” You say just barely above a whisper.
“I want you, Ma. You, and only you. I mean that.” Riri squeezes your hand again as an attempt to show her seriousness.
In the next five seconds, Riri’s lips are on yours. She’s holding on tight to you, her hands gripping your waist as if the wind were able to take you away. “I’m not going nowhere.”
Riri hadn’t kissed you like this in a long time. Yes, she’d kissed you since the break up, but not like this. There was a want behind this kiss. No lust behind it, it was all love. There was no stopping the two of you now, both of your emotions had taken over and would continue throughout the entire night.
“Talk to me, mama.” Riri mumbles in between your legs, her tongue working its magic on your sensitive, swollen clit.
“Fuck, Ri,” you huff, arching your back up off the bed. One hand was placed on top of Riri’s head, while the other gripped your satin sheets. “Like that.”
“Yeah, like that?” Riri coos. “You miss my mouth?
One thing about Riri? She got a dirty mouth. She doesn’t have to touch you to make you cum, that dirty talk does plenty. When you don’t respond, she pushes a finger inside. “Huh? You miss my tongue up in this pretty pussy?”
“Yes,” you gasp. “I miss that tongue! Riri, please let me cum.” You whine, nearly thrashing around the bed.
“This tongue is yours. My mouth, my fingers, everything,” Riri proclaims, a small smile on her lips. Riri belonged to you, and you belonged to her. “Nobody is like you. Nobody taste like you.”
“You feel her gripping me? Pulling my fingers back in and shit? You missed me.”
“I missed you,” you confirm. Riri had a tendency to get cocky, but you knew the effect her fingers and mouth had on your cunt. “Stop playing in my pussy, Ri… fuckmeeee.” Your words slur together as the knot in your stomach begins to tighten.
“I only want you,” Riri whispers, but you're not sure if she’s talking to you, or herself. “Cum for me, mama. You got what I want?” Riri questions you as a second finger enters you and the speed quickens. Her tongue never stops.
You can only nod. A whimpering mess.
“Yeah? Give it to me, mama. Cum all on my face.”
Riri talking to you like this made you want to scream. You didn’t realize how much you needed her until you got her back. Her fingers were made just for you. She knew you inside and out, knowing when and where to curl her fingers, when to get faster or slow down.
She knew you all too well.
“I know mama. Gimme that shit.”
Your chest heaves up and down as the knot gets tighter. Soon, the knot snaps, and a warm wave washes over you. Your body trembles and the only sound coming from you was Riri’s name. As much as Riri loved the sight, she couldn’t stop and let your juices go to waste. She laps them up with ease, cooing your name and praises in the process. When you open your shut eyes, they meet Riri’s. Those eyes are dark, pupils dilated, and eyelids low.
“C’mere,” Riri demands as she sits up, pulling off her sweatpants. To your surprise, she’s wearing the gift you got her for Christmas that past year: boxers with your face on them.
“Riri,” you snort as you sit up, your legs still trembling in the process.
“They’re comfortable. If you had said no to me, I would’ve pulled my pants down and got on my knees.” Riri shrugs, and you can’t tell if she’s being serious or not. Her eyes squint slightly, and that’s how you knew she was being serious.
“Mmh, is it too late to take back my answer?” You tease.
“You trapped now I dunno,” Riri teased right back, pulling off her boxers next. She lays down on her back and pulls you above her. Riri never liked scissoring, let alone being on the bottom, so it surprised you when she opened herself to you.
Your heart skips a beat as your pussy hovers above Riri’s. You can feel your body heats meeting each other, and that was enough to want you to go right in. Your positioning was perfect, your clits meeting with ease. The two of you let out a satisfied hum, and you start to grind on Riri. Her hand finds your thigh and grips it. ”Fuck, ma.”
“Don’t-“ you huff, your left hand finding your boob and gripping it. “Don’t fucking leave me for no other bitch again. You he-hear me?”
“Mhm,” Riri nods. That’s not enough.
“Open your fucking mouth when I’m talking to you!” The demand comes out more aggressive than you intended, but you needed Riri to know how serious you were. “Don’t ever take no bitch to our spots. You know how that made- fuck! Made me feel?” You pick up the pace, and fight the urge to wrap a hand around Riri’s neck.
It didn’t last very long.
“I won’t,” Riri shakes her head. When your hand meets your neck, Riri lets out a sultry groan. She was always one for that aggressive shit. It was only something you could provide. “N-not again.” Her hips buck against yours.
Riri’s eyes get dark again. Nobody turned her on as much as you, especially when it came to a switch in dominance. “I’m yours.” Her words were like a signal for you to get faster, your orgasms knocking at your doors.
“Mmh, again,” you gasp. With every word Riri spoke, you felt your release getting closer. Slowly, but surely.
“I’m yours! Fuck, ma, I’m finna-”
“With me.” Was all you uttered out, and Riri understood completely. The room was filled with moans and huffs, and the sound of your poor bed creaking. The sex hadn’t been like this in a while. Not since that night. It’s still a blur, you can’t recall how or why you and Riri ended, but that didn’t matter now.
Snapping out of your drunken thoughts, you felt Riri begin to shake. Her chest heaved up and down, her short nails digging into your skull. You weren’t too far behind, grounding yourself on Riri’s pussy, gripping onto her leg as you both rode out your orgasms. The noise in the room was filled with moans, gasps, and “I love you” ‘s.
It was bliss. And it was just what the two of you needed.
Worn, but not done for the night, you flop next to Riri on the bed. Naked and together, you two embrace one another.
“If I ever see that bitch at our restaurant, it’s wraps.”
Riri snorts. “She’s gone, Y/N. It’s just us now, me and you.”
“Like it always should be.”
“Always has been.” Riri confirms, sealing the promise with a kiss.
