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Paralyzed

warnings: angst, fluff (slightly suggestive)
summary: the tension between you and riri finally dissipates after weeks of it.
author's note: hey yall! this was something short and sweet that i really wanted to write. its been a minute since ive posted anything, and i didnt wanna leave yall hanging. can you tell i get all my inspo from music? lmao, enjoy!
taglist: @koffeesfancy @bubbleblowinggirl @pvnks0ul @solanaszn @onyxstones-world @blacksapphhicmaddonna

The car ride home was completely silent, an uncomfortable one to say the least. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife, leaving you to question how to potentially break the silence between you two. Three weeks had passed since you and Riri had the disagreement that started it all. That damned job. Every argument you two had stemmed from it. If Riri wasn't coming home hours late, she stood you up on plans you two had made days, if not weeks, prior. The house was at a standstill. Your home that was once filled with comfort and intimacy, was now quiet and cold. The bed you two shared went half empty most nights, the other side barren without your wife.
Your heels clacked against the shiny hardwood floors as you entered through the front door. Sitting through an exquisite dinner that her job hosted, playing the picture perfect couple everyone had made you out to be took a toll on you. The only thing that got you through the facade was the stinging of the multiple drinks as you downed them. Deep down you were tired of fighting about the same thing, leaving you feeling empty and lost. All you wanted was your wife back.
You plopped on the large green sectional in the living room, a sigh left your lips as you peeled the stilettos off of your aching feet, slowly starting to massage the arches of them. Riri on the other hand had made her way up the stairs to your bedroom, clearly tired and not in the mood to argue. On days where you two weren't fighting she would cling to your side, covering every exposed piece of skin in light kisses. Nostalgia clouded your judgement, causing you to follow far behind her. The stairs creaked as you walked up each step, the knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter the closer to the bedroom you got.
You stopped at the doorway, taking time to admire the shorter woman. Her neatly braided cornrows pulled into a bun at the back of her head, and the array of jewelry that adorned her ears. Although her back was turned she could feel your presence, or the aroma of the perfume you wore daily that filled her nose. She turned to face you, loosening her tie off her neck.
"Yea?" she asked gently, taking off her blazer and throwing it on the bed.
One thing you admired about Riri was her ability to stay graceful and gentle with you in the midst of turmoil in your relationship. It was an ability you were grateful that she had, even if you didn't deserve it at times.
"Can we talk?" You breathed out. Those were the three words that threatened to spill from the tip of your tongue for weeks. The phrase that could have laid this to rest from the start. You walked further into the room, desperately wanting to close the gap between you two.
Riri sighed, more so of relief. This rough patch in your relationship was playing a huge toll on her too. From not getting enough sleep due to the lack of your presence next to her, to being constantly distracted at work. As much as she wanted to make up and smooth everything over, the words that would make that happen would never come out.
"I know we've been in this weird space," You came a step closer, your body aching to feel her warmth. "But I'm tired of it. I need you to talk to-"
Before you could finish your sentence she pulled you in, your back to her front. A wave of relief washed over you, your shoulders you had no idea were up to your ears slouched. Being in her arms eased the pull that you've felt on your heart for so long. Her breath was hot on your skin as she sunk her head in the crook of your neck.
"You got no idea how much I needed to hear that." She hummed into you. Her cologne filled your nose and her hands made your skin grow hot as she let them roam on your body. "I missed being next to you, feeling you-" Hot, soft kisses were placed on your neck and shoulders as she slid the thin straps of your dress off you.
"Ri-"
Her fingers found the zipper of the cocktail dress you were wearing and slowly undid it, letting it drop to the floor and leaving you bare. "Shh, let me show you how much I missed you ma."
i am so delusional. why did i have a dream i was on vacation with family for thanksgiving and koffee was my godmotherâs niece and we fell for each other while exploring a castle đ
Crazily enough, Iâm jamming to my faves playlist and realize yesterdayâs prompt has a similar name to Janelleâs song Know Better đ«Ł
3. âI know you betterâ | Janelle MonĂĄe x Reader

Summary: There's no way your boss is jealous of your coworker, right?
Rating: Mature
Genre: Romance, smut
Word Count: 2759
A/N: Back for Fictober Day 3! This time with spice. Feedback always appreciated <3
Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @prettymrswright @onyxstones-world

You were fiddling with the coffee machine, determined to figure it out without spilling coffee everywhere, whenâ
âBoo!â
You jumped, nearly spilling your cup. âVictoria!â you shouted, spinning around. âSeriously?â
Victoria leaned against the counter, grinning, her bright brown eyes full of mischief. âWhat? You looking way too focused on that. I had to.â
âIâm trying not to break it,â you muttered, shaking your head. âThatâs basically my goal todayâdonât break anything.â
Victoria laughed, her balayaged hair bouncing as she flipped it back into place with her claw clip. âGood job then, sis. You ainât explode anything yet, did you?â
âNot yet,â you sighed. âBut thereâs still time. Director Robinsonâs probably waiting for me to mess up her schedule again.â
Victoria raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. âYou still stressing over that? It ainât like she would fire you. Sheâd have to start doing her own work if she did.â
âSheâs not that bad,â you said, a little defensively. âSheâs just⊠different.â
Victoriaâs grin widened. âDifferent, huh? Like the singing in the middle of meetings or showing up to work dressed like an extra on the Purple Rain set?â
You crossed your arms. âSo what? Sheâs quirky. That doesnât mean sheâs not good at her job.â
âI mean, sure,â Victoria said, laughing softly, âbut letâs keep it a buck, itâs hard to take her seriously when sheâs humming Rick James in the elevator.â
You couldnât help but smile a little. âOkay, fine, sheâs a little weird. But sheâs under a lot of pressure. Plus, sheâs actually really nice.â
âOh, I know sheâs nice,â Victoria said, âjust⊠not in a âbossâ way. More like a freaky auntie.â
You snorted. âSheâs definitely got her own style.â
âThatâs one way to put it,â Victoria said with a wink. âBut look, you only been here a few months, and youâre already on top of it. If you got past the singing and outfits, you should be alright.â
You laughed, feeling some of the tension ease. âThanks. Iâm just trying not to get fired.â
âGirl, please,â Victoria said, waving you off. âYouâre her right hand. Sheâd probably get lost in her own office without you.â
âYeah, because marketingâs so much less chaotic, right?â you teased, finally starting to relax.
âHey, at least we donât get musical numbers in the middle of the day,â Victoria shot back, grinning. âBut if you need a break from all that, Iâm always up for lunch. We can talk shit about my punk ass supervisor.â
âDeal,â you said, smiling. âAnd thanks for the jump scare. You really know how to brighten someoneâs day.â
âAnytime,â she said, raising her mug. âHereâs to surviving another day with our sanity mostly intact.â
âBarely,â you said, clinking your cup against hers.
You and Victoria were in the middle of laughing when Director Robinson appeared in the doorway, catching you both off guard. She leaned in with an easy, almost casual smile. Her short frame was draped in a burnt orange suit, adorned with funky accessories that somehow worked despite their oddity. Her chocolate skin seemed to glow against the bold color, and your gaze lingered on her long eyelashes and babydoll-like face, framed by doe eyes, soft cheeks, and a button nose. You felt a strange flutter in your chest, an unexplainable warmth as you took in her beauty, though you couldnât quite understand why.
âWell, well, well,â she said smoothly, her voice cutting through the room like velvet. âLook at you two, thick as thieves. Iâve been searching high and low for you.â
You straightened up, your grip tightening on your coffee cup. âOh, sorry, Director. I was just taking a break with Victoria.â
âMmhmm.â Robinsonâs eyes flicked to Victoria, then back to you, her smile widening. âAnd what exactly were you discussing? I hope Iâm not interrupting anything⊠personal.â
Victoria shot you a playful look, clearly amused. âJust catching up. Nothing too juicy, Director.â
Robinsonâs gaze lingered on Victoria a little too long before she turned back to you, her smile never faltering. âCatching up, are we? How delightful. Well, Victoria, Iâm sure your little corner of the building misses you desperately. Donât let me keep you from⊠whatever it is you do.â Her tone remained light, almost whimsical, but there was no mistaking the undertone of dismissal.
Victoria chuckled, giving you a wink. âSee you around.â And with that, she slipped out, leaving you alone with the Director, whose focus shifted entirely to you.
She took a step closer, eyes narrowing slightly in a way that made you feel like she knew more than she should. âNow, Miss,â she began, her voice low and conspiratorial. âYou and Victoria seem⊠cozy. How long have you two been âcatching up,â exactly?â
You felt the heat rise to your face. âOh, weâre just friends,â you stammered. âWe used to be interns together, thatâs all.â
Robinson raised an eyebrow, her smile playful yet knowing. âMmm, Iâm sure. But hereâs something to think about,â she said, leaning in with a wink. âSpend too much time with Victoria, and you might catch her vibe. Sheâs got that energy, always looking at you a little too closely, donât you think? Could cramp your style⊠unless you like that kind of attention.â She flashed a sardonic grin, as if you were both in on a secret.
You blinked, completely thrown. âWait, you thinkâNo, itâs not like that at all. Weâre really just friends.â
Robinsonâs eyes gleamed with something you couldnât quite place. âOf course, of course,â she said, her tone smooth as silk. âJust looking out for you. Iâd hate to see anything⊠unnecessary develop.â
You swallowed hard, feeling like you were trapped in some bizarre game. âI appreciate the concern, but seriously, thereâs nothing going on.â
âGood,â the Director said, straightening up, her tone slipping back into that easy, natural flow. âIâm sure youâve got better things to focus on than office romances. Now, letâs get back to it. I have some exciting new ideas for the filing system that are going to blow your mind.â
You followed her out, still trying to process the whole conversation, wondering how a coffee break with Victoria had spiraled into this weird, almost flirty lecture. But then again, that was Director Robinsonâalways leaving you more confused than when you started.

Youâd been sorting through a mountain of documents for three hours, the office now eerily quiet after everyone else had filtered out. You leaned back against the desk, squinting at the papers under the dim light of a desk lamp, the glow casting a warm hue that felt strangely intimate in the silence.
Just as you were about to dive back into your work, you heard the soft sound of footsteps approaching. Before you could turn, the Directorâs voice wafted over your shoulder, smooth and easy, sending a jolt of surprise through you. âYouâve really got a knack for this, you know.â
You jumped slightly, then turned your head to see her standing there, a steaming mug of coffee in one hand and a relaxed smile on her lips. âOh, hey, Director,â you said, trying to play it cool but feeling your heart race.
She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your ear as she glanced over the papers. âYouâre doing a fantastic job,â she continued, her tone casual yet intimate. âReally. These documents are starting to look more like an organized masterpiece than the usual chaotic mess.â
You shifted slightly, acutely aware of her presence. âThanks, Iâm just trying to keep up.â
âAh, but youâre more than just keeping up,â she said, gently rubbing your right shoulder as she continued to read over your left. The warmth of her touch was unexpected, sending a shiver down your spine. âItâs all about that attention to detail. Tell me, how do you manage to stay so composed while everyone else is running around like headless chickens?â
You swallowed hard, trying to maintain your focus on the documents, but her proximity was distracting. âI guess I just try to stay organized. It helps me avoid mistakes,â you replied, your voice coming out steadier than you felt.
âMmm, good approach,â she said, taking a sip of her coffee. âBut letâs be honest. Thereâs more to life than just work, donât you think?â She paused, her gaze lingering on you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. âWhat do you do for fun outside these walls?â
You felt a flutter of nerves at the question. âIâuh, not much lately. Just focusing on settling in.â
Janelle tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing playfully. âJust settling in, huh? No hobbies? No wild nights out? Come now, you canât tell me a bright star like you has no scandalous stories to share.â
You felt your cheeks heat up, the way she was looking at you making it difficult to find your voice. âNot really. Iâm not that interesting.â
âOh, I beg to differ,â she said, leaning in even closer, her tone conspiratorial. âI bet thereâs a little rebel in you, waiting to escape. A night out, perhaps? Or maybe someone special whoâs been keeping your attention?â
You chuckled nervously, trying to brush off the question. âHonestly, itâs just work. I havenât had time for anything else.â
The Directorâs laughter was warm and inviting, but it felt charged, like the air before a storm. âPoor thing, you really need learn to carve out time for yourself. Lifeâs too short to be all work and no play. Besides,â she added, her voice dropping to a more intimate whisper, âyou should call me Janelle. No need for formalities when itâs just the two of us.â
The way she said your name sent another rush of heat through you. You nodded, the words catching in your throat. âOkay, JanelleâŠâ
âMuch better,â she said, her voice silky as she straightened up, releasing your shoulder. âNow, tell me about your ideal weekend. What does that look like for you?â
You hesitated, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around you like a blanket. âUm, I guess just hanging out with friends, maybe going out for dinner or something.â
Janelle leaned back, crossing her arms and regarding you with a mix of curiosity and mischief. âDinner, you say? With friends or a special someone?â
You couldnât help but fidget, the question landing heavier than expected. âJust friends. Really. I mean, itâs not likeââ
Janelle interrupted, her eyes sparkling with interest. âNot like what? Come now, I promise I donât bite⊠much.â She smiled, tilting her head slightly, as if genuinely interested in the answer.
You bit your lip, glancing away, feeling like you were trapped in a delicate dance. âJust friends. Thatâs all. Nothing romantic going on.â
Janelle studied you for a moment, and the room felt charged with unspoken tension. âWell, Iâd say youâre due for a little romance, donât you think?â
Your heart raced, a mix of excitement and trepidation swirling inside you as you met her gaze, feeling like you were teetering on the edge of something unknown.
You watched Janelle with a mixture of fascination and apprehension, her gaze intense as she leaned closer, her body practically brushing against yours. She placed her coffee down with deliberate care, the movement slow and almost theatrical, as if she were choreographing a moment.
âReally,â she said, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper, âI think what you need is someone who knows how to treat you right. Someone with a bit more... experience.â
Your heart raced as she stepped closer, effectively caging you between her body and the desk, the warmth of her presence enveloping you. The sudden proximity made it hard to breathe, and you could feel the tension in the air thicken like molasses.Â
âWhat do you mean by âexperienceâ?â you managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried to keep your composure.
Janelle tilted her head, a teasing smile playing on her lips. âOh, you know. Someone who understands what a woman like you truly deserves. Someone who can take charge, show you what youâve been missing. You may think you know what you want, butâŠâ She leaned in even closer, her eyes locked onto yours, the intensity of her gaze sending a shiver down your spine. âI know you better.â
Your heart raced as her words wrapped around you like a spell, making it difficult to form a coherent thought. âIââ
âShh,â she interrupted, her finger gently resting against your lips. âJust imagine it. Someone who can help you unwind after a long week. Someone who knows how to treat you, to bring out that wild side youâre hiding.â
You swallowed hard, caught between the thrill of her words and the uncertainty of the moment. âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
Janelleâs expression shifted, her gaze piercing into yours with an intensity that felt like a challenge. âOh, but you do. Deep down, you crave something more, donât you? Someone older, someone who knows how to navigate... complicated feelings.â She leaned in even closer, her breath warm against your skin. âIsnât that right?â
Your breath hitched in your throat as you met her gaze, the playful teasing morphing into something more serious, more alluring. It felt like she was unraveling something inside you, and you didnât know whether to lean in or pull away.
âJanelle, Iââ you started, but she cut you off again, her voice low and sultry.
âJust think about it,â she said, her body barely an inch away from yours. âYou deserve to be treated like the treasure you are. Let me show you what I mean.â
The room felt charged, every word hanging in the air like a dare, and you couldnât shake the feeling that this moment was only the beginning of something that could change everything.
The tension in the room was electric, wrapping around you like a tightly wound coil ready to snap. Janelle's gaze locked onto yours, her presence overwhelming as she leaned closer, her body nearly pressed against yours. The air was thick with anticipation, and every second felt like a countdown to something inevitable.
âJust think about it,â she murmured, her voice low and sultry, sending shivers down your spine. âYou deserve someone who knows how to bring out the real you. Someone who isnât afraid to take what they want.â
Before you could process the weight of her words, Janelle surged forward, her lips crashing against yours with a fierce intensity that left you breathless. It was no gentle kiss; it was primal and demanding, igniting a fire deep within you. Her mouth moved against yours with a desperation that was intoxicating, a raw force that sent your heart racing.
You gasped, caught off guard, but instinct took over as you melted into her, your hands finding their way to her arms. Janelle deepened the kiss, her tongue brushing against yours with a boldness that made your head spin. The heat radiating from her body enveloped you, and you felt yourself being pulled into her orbit, losing track of everything else in the world.
Janelleâs hands gripped your waist, pushing you back against the desk, trapping you in place. The urgency of her touch sent shockwaves through you, igniting a wild craving you didnât know you had. You could feel the tension building between you, an undeniable chemistry that simmered just below the surface.
As she pulled back slightly, her lips barely brushing against yours, you could see the hunger in her eyesâan insatiable need that mirrored your own. âI know you want this,â she breathed, her voice thick with desire. âDonât pretend you donât feel it.â
You blinked, your mind racing, but before you could formulate a response, Janelle closed the gap again, kissing you harder, more forcefully this time. It was as if she was claiming you, each movement deliberate and commanding, as if she were saying without words that this was where you belonged.
You were lost in the moment, your heart pounding in your chest as your body instinctively responded to her. The world outside faded away, and all that mattered was the heat between you, the way she made you feelâalive, desired, and utterly consumed.
âGod, youâre perfect,â Janelle murmured against your lips, her breath warm and intoxicating. âJust give in.â
Your heart raced as her kiss deepened again, her hands roaming your sides possessively. It was a whirlwind of passion, urgency, and a hint of danger that left you craving more, and you couldnât shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something explosive.

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