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Yes, Daddy pt. 4

stud! Riri x stud! Shuri x black! fem! reader

Who else did they take together in the backseat of Shuri’s SUV?

How many times did Riri use her tired-ass pick-up lines?

How many girls had gone to Wakanda and been fucked in Shuri’s childhood bedroom?

Warnings: ANGST!! SMUT!!! 18+, spanking, degradation, explicit language, praise kink, daddy kink, mami kink, dom! Shuri, switch! Riri, sub! reader, mentions of cheating, reader gets with a man..., rough sex, edging, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), choking, strap slinging Riri, alcohol use, squirting, fluff, probably some that I missed

Word Count: 13.1k + (you guys have no idea how excited I am about that)

Tags: @inmyheadimobsessed @shurislover @6-noir @ihearttish @vampzxi @verachii @phantomof-themcu @taiiunknown @pocketsizedpanther @shuris3leg @bellaallebbella1

Riri couldn’t remember a time when she’d slept so soundly. Nightmares and restless nights grew up with her, and slumber evaded her, creating a habitual insomniac out of the poor girl. Shooting up from bed in a cold sweat and slight shiver wasn’t out of the ordinary. The creak in Riri’s bed, when she tossed and turned through the night, is what finally caused her roommate to abandon ship and move out.

Riri was free to ignore sleep all she wanted in the comfort of her loneliness. She could turn and toss without complaint. Her bed could squeak and creak as much as she pleased. She could flip her pillow to the cool side over and over and over until the sun came up.

But at that point, why try to sleep at all?

It didn’t make much sense, so she didn’t. Instead, she filled her night with bodies. A presence to ward off the loneliness. Something to do in the darkness.

Her bed still creaked and squeaked, and she still tossed and turned, but this time, she wasn’t alone.

It didn’t matter much to her who the person was; she wouldn’t remember their name in the morning anyway.

And they’d be out of her bed long before that. Riri didn’t do sleepovers.

Then came along Shuri Udaku.

And Riri had her first sleepover since childhood.

And her first friend.

And the sleepless nights got better. The nightmares didn’t go away completely, and some nights, sleep still dodged her, but with Shuri present, Riri could rest, really rest, for a few hours.

They could be at each other’s throats all damn day, but when night came, they held each other in silence, bodies together, fingers laced. The only sound Riri focused on was that of Shuri’s heart against her ear.

On the nights that Shuri spent in her own room, keeping her own company, Riri went back to strangers in her bed to keep her sane until the sun came up.

But those nights were so long gone that she couldn’t even see them over the horizon. Years of doctors and sleep aides, essential oils, and so much melatonin when all she needed was you.

The weight of your body atop hers, the slow, steady rhythm of your breaths, the way you sighed in your sleep and curled into her. Damned be to the prickles in her arm when your head rested upon it for too long and the way your legs tangled beneath the sheets.

She didn’t sleep well unless you were in her bed, and she wasn’t afraid to admit that she needed you there.

The first time you fell asleep there, you saw Riri’s brows relax, the permanent wrinkle that resided between them fading. You made it a habit to take up space in her bed whenever you could, to watch with a slight pride, knowing that wrinkle only disappeared for you.

Riri welcomed the feeling of waking up to you beneath her, your hair in her face, and the scent of you in her bedding. She could wake up with that for the rest of her life and die a happy woman.

So, waking up without you that morning was jarring. The wrinkle returned, and confusion clouded her sleepy eyes.

You were there when she fell asleep; she was sure of that. The sound of your light snores caused her to doze off. Your bonnet lay abandoned on your pillow.

It only took a moment for her coppery gaze to focus, and when they did, you came into view.

You paced the other side of the room in silence, a trail of heat following the path you’d made in the carpet. Your knee-length braids swung behind you in the rhythm of your movements. The screen in your hand illuminated your darkened face with a faux blue light, but it was enough for Riri to notice the pinch in your brows and the way they drew together the more you scrolled.

You were far too engrossed in whatever held your attention to notice Riri sit up and rub the sleep from her eyes. Worry was pooling in the depths of her stomach as she looked over at the clock on her desk. The LED numbers were too fucking bright, 1:15 am blaring across the screen.

A groan crept from the back of her throat. You two had only slept two hours, and that itself was a blessing; Riri could kiss her chances of falling back asleep goodbye.

“Why are you up, ma?” Her voice was deep, groggy, and soft as it traveled across the room toward you.

Your head snapped in her direction, but only for a moment. “Our phones been blowing up,” you replied lowly, talking more to the phone than to Ri. “Surprised that didn’t wake your ass up.”

Riri glanced at her phone on the desk next to the clock but made no move to grab it. “It couldn’t wait til the sun was up?”

Your silence wasn’t an adequate answer, and dread rose with Riri’s worry. “Is it Shuri?”

She was a part-time college student, part-time princess, and she still had duties back home that couldn’t be tended to across oceans. It was supposed to be a short trip, only a few days to handle her shit and return. But a few days was now two weeks with no end in sight.

Both you and Riri were feeling the effects of Shuri’s absence, though Riri wouldn’t outwardly admit it. The distance was hard, and the time difference was harder. Days would go by before any of your schedules aligned for so much as a twenty-minute FaceTime.

Even now, it was nearing the thirty-hour mark since either of you had spoken to the princess.

Riri didn’t think that anything was wrong; Shuri could sure as hell handle her own, and what she couldn’t handle, the Dora Milaje could.

Your scoff was an ugly sound, anger embedded within it, and Riri flinched. “What’s wrong, y/n?”

You crossed the room with quick steps, falling to the bed beside Riri and shoving the too-bright screen in her face.

“You seen this?”

Riri peered at the phone behind squinted eyes, hoping the blurry image would adjust.

When it finally did, Riri found herself staring at a video. It was hard to see, clearly taken from the phone camera of a fan’s shaky hands in a dark nightclub.

Shuri was never hard to spot; Riri had grown accustomed to having to pick the princess out in crowds swimming with people. She looked good, and Riri’s heart beat a bit harder beneath her chest. Shuri sported a black suit like it was uniform; she never failed to impress in them. Dark shades were glued to her face despite her being indoors and it already being dark.

Riri couldn’t help the brow that shot to the top of her head at the scene playing out for her. She knew Shuri could catch ass; she’d witnessed it more times than she could count, but goddamn.

“Goddamn,” her words parroted her thoughts, strained and breathy. She took the phone from your hand and brought it closer to her face. Ass was being thrown, and Shuri was catching it expertly. They moved in tandem, Shuri with one hand laced around the girl’s waist, the other in her hand.

Riri couldn’t count how many times she watched the video; she just knew the two of you sat there in silence while it played. That was, until you broke her trance, scrolling further down until an image appeared.

And once again, it was Shuri, head held high with a jawline sharp enough to slice and a slick smirk accentuating her cheeks. The girl sitting in front of her was resting her head against the panther, eyes shut, lips pursed. Riri’s eyes were bugging out of her head at this point. She was fully awake.

“Kehlani?” Her gaze shifted between you and the photo, eyeing it as if it would come to life. “She catching ass from Kehlani?”

Your lips were pursed, and you were quick to snatch the phone back from Riri. “It’s all over the place. Twitter, Instagram, damn TMZ.”

“What the hell?” Riri whispered, mostly to herself. How Shuri always found herself in these lucky positions, she had no clue, but Ri made a mental note to start accompanying her on business trips.

“And we getting tagged in this shit across the board, Ri. They calling Shuri greedy, saying she got a harem and shit.”

“What the hell?”

“Some of ‘em saying she cheating on me with you, you with me, and both of us with fucking Kehlani.”

“She ain’ cheating on nobody-” the words trailed off into nothing, Riri stopping short at the venomous look you were currently throwing her way.

“You okay with her catching ass from Kehlani?”

Riri could’ve laughed out loud; what a fucking sentence.

“Nigga, it’s Kehlani-”

“So?”

“So, I wish I was catching ass from Kehlani-”

Riri wasn’t getting a word in inch-wise in this conversation. You cut her off again, “Okay, let’s say it’s not Kehlani. You okay with her catching ass if it ain’ from me or you? You think she fucking her?”

Riri shrugged, finally reaching for her own phone. “You just described Shuri’s weekends, baby.”

You went silent for so long that Riri looked up from her device to make sure you were still there. She wasn’t expecting to meet your gaze. Your mahogany eyes, usually lit up with a smile, were dull and hot with the inferno that burned behind them. “What?”

Riri recoiled, thrown by the way your question burned her. She rose from the bed slowly, readying herself to backtrack, though, truth be told, she wasn’t sure what she’d said wrong. “What, baby?”

“So when she not here with us,” your index finger pointed from Riri back to yourself. “She catching ass from other bitches?”

“Catching ass, getting ass.” Riri had the audacity to shrug again. “Not like she used to, but-”

Poor Riri should’ve just put her foot in her mouth at that moment. You stepped forward, closing the space between the two of you, and Riri allowed her hands to rest on your hips. The breath she didn’t know she was holding released when you sunk into her touch.

“And you’re okay with that?”

Riri tilted her head to the side, her tongue swiping her lips before she responded. “We ain’ never been exclusive, baby-”

“We who?”

Riri had to suck back the sigh she was about to release. “Me and Shuri-”

“It ain’ just you and Shuri no more, Riri-”

She was unaware of how rough her movements were, of how she lightly scratched you when she reached to cup your cheeks. “Quit interrupting me, baby.”

You tore Riri’s hands from your face like they burned and shoved her back a step. She stumbled, and you almost reached out to catch her before she steadied herself. Her shocked eyes met the fight building in yours. She could see the deep red line, only about an inch long, that lingered on your cheek where her hands once were. “Shit, baby-” She took a step toward you and you took a step back. “I-I’m sorry.”

Her apology went in one ear and out the other while you tried to level your breathing. The two of you stood perfectly still, gazes locked on one another.

“So Shuri ain’ just fucking me or you? There are others?”

Riri knew there wouldn’t be any good way to answer, but you gave her no chance to anyway.

“Are- are you-?” You glanced over to her bed, imagining how many other bodies had taken up space in it, wondering how many had lately.

Riri’s voice was small, pleading, “We ain’ never-” She stumbled over her words.

Your anger was growing, your nostrils flared, and your eyes narrowed. Had you been a cartoon character, steam would have been blowing from your ears. “The two of you gave me the fucking silent treatment until I agreed to go public with you, but we not fucking exclusive?”

Riri had never been so silent, so unsure.

“Shuri been fucking outside of us? You been fucking outside of us?”

Riri just stared at you. That’s okay, though. Her silence was enough of an answer.

She felt her heart physically break when your voice did. “And y’all okay with that?”

Riri found her tongue, though it probably would have been better had she not. “You not?”

Her body visibly recoiled when a deep, insincere chuckle left your parted lips. Panic flooded her tiny body when you started moving about the room, collecting your belongings and throwing them into the black duffle you’d arrived with.

She took barely two steps to reach you, reaching into your bag to throw the contents back to the floor. “Stop, baby, stop!”

You just silently collected your items, not wanting to stay any longer.

Riri snatched the bag from your hands and turned it upside down, dumping all of your things onto the floor. “C’mon, baby. Listen-” She might as well have been talking to a brick wall, and her already damaged heart broke further at the sight of you on your knees, picking your possessions up one by one.

She dropped to her knees with you, trying desperately to grab for your hands, which you kept snatching away from her. “Listen to me, baby. Stop, please-”

Her beg was so pathetic it froze you in place, and you allowed yourself to look at her through your lashes.

“Me and Shuri been doing this for so long, baby, we didn’t know-” She stopped short, halting her words behind her bit bottom lip.

Riri started again. “I didn’t think-”

“Clearly-”

She ignored your jab and continued. “Me and Shuri ain’ never been exclusive, baby-”

The rest of her sentence floated through the air, never reaching your ears. Her and Shuri. That’s all you were hearing; it sent ice through your veins. Her and Shuri were never exclusive. They weren’t exclusive before you, and they wouldn’t be exclusive during you.

What a foolish girl you were, to have found this out so late. For a year and nine months, they’d been fucking you and each other, and Bast knows who else.

Who else did they take together in the backseat of Shuri’s SUV?

How many times did Riri use her tired-ass pick-up lines?

How many girls had gone to Wakanda and been fucked in Shuri’s childhood bedroom?

You searched for the answers behind Riri’s eyes but found nothing.

She bit back a sob when your hand slipped from hers, but the shock in her face when she saw yours bore a smile dried away all her tears. “Baby?” she whispered.

Your eyes were sad, and your cheeks strained, but the smile never fell. “It’s cool. We not exclusive; you and Shuri never was.”

Riri’s brows drew together. “Did you even hear me-”

One hand rose to silence the girl before you while the other went back to gathering your items from the floor. “I get it.”

Riri’s voice was full of sorrow. “Then why you still packing?”

“I think I wanna sleep in my room tonight-”

“Y/n-“

Something deep in your chest panged hard, hearing your real name roll off her tongue with such dejection. It took everything in you to swallow the feeling down. Your tongue felt like lead, weighing heavy with your next words: “It’s alright. You’ll find somebody else to fill your bed tonight.”

Your hand waved the words away as though they meant nothing, but they knocked the air straight from Riri’s lungs in a gasp that pained you to hear.

She watched with wide eyes and a face full of hurt as you stood, turning towards her with your bag thrown over your shoulder and a smile that didn’t reach your eyes.

“It’s cool, Ri.” You whispered with such false confidence you didn’t even believe what you said. “I’ll hit you up later.”

Panic rose like bile in Riri’s throat when you reached for the doorknob. “Baby-“ she tried again. Her plea was so soft it actually stopped you in your tracks. Fictitious hope washed over her when you took a step back, walking toward her.

Her arms reached toward you out of instinct, waiting for you to fall into them.

But you didn’t.

Your lips pressed to her cheek softly, and Riri held her breath. In 21 months, she’d welcomed your kisses, the feeling of your lips on any part of her body.

This time, she hated it.

It felt so empty, so final.

Riri hated it more when you pulled away, further and further, until you were out the door, and there she stood in her dark room, alone, with the video of Shuri at the club playing on her discarded phone on a continuous loop.

The weight of the world rested heavily on the Princess of Wakanda’s shoulders. She’d only been home for three weeks, but every second there reminded her why she’d left.

Sure, she missed her family, and she sure as hell missed her lab, but nothing soothed the ache in her chest that came with missing you.

And yeah, she missed Riri too, but Ri would have to pry that confession from her.

Shuri had been slacking, which was an unusual occurrence for the girl. She hadn’t come close to keeping her promise of constant contact while she was away, not even daring to count the days since she’d last spoken to either of you.

That would all change soon, she thought. The Talon Fighter was growing closer to campus, and she could not wait to get back.

The moment her feet touched American soil, they took her in the direction of Riri’s room. Every time she had spoken to the two of you, that’s where you were residing, so with any luck, she would be greeted with a welcome committee.

It was the middle of the day, and campus was crowded, with frantic students rushing to class or somber ones leaving. Regardless, it took Shuri close to fifteen minutes to reach Riri’s door in what should have been a five-minute walk.

Her knuckles rapped against the solid door with urgency.

When it didn’t open right away, she raised her hand to knock a bit harder, but the door swinging ajar stopped her short.

Riri had opened the door and walked back to her desk, more interested in whatever she was working on than on who was visiting her.

“What kind of ‘welcome home’ was that?”

Shuri’s smooth words pulled Riri’s head from her computer, but only for a moment. She didn’t pay the Wakandan any mind as she slipped into the room, shutting the heavy door behind her. “Ri? Hello?”

Riri barely mustered out a “Hey. Welcome home.”

Shuri peered around the room with a raised brow. “Where’s y/n?”

Riri lifted her head long enough to glance at the clock on the wall. “I’m assuming class.” Her voice was whispered and muffled and just didn’t sound like Ri at all.

She sounded more like the girl Shuri had found crying in the hall all those years ago.

And that caused the pit in Shuri’s stomach to swirl with dread.

When Riri stood to retrieve something from the other side of the room, Shuri followed. “You not happy to see me?” She teased, trying to edge Riri back into their usual banter.

She didn’t take the bait, ignoring Shuri instead. It didn’t look purposeful; Riri just seemed too engrossed in her own thoughts.

Shuri stepped closer to the smaller girl, closing the space between them until Ri’s back was pressed against the wall, and Shuri’s hand on her waist kept her there.

The other hand trapped Riri’s head in place, palming the wall beside it. Shuri bent from her full height, leaning until she and Riri were face to face, so close that Ri was forced to stare into the mocha chasm that was Shuri’s eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Gone from Shuri’s voice was the sarcasm from before. There was no teasing, no short quips.

Riri sank into Shuri’s touch, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak.

It was a rare intimate moment between the two, and Riri would rather relish in it, even if for a moment, than ruin it with words.

But Shuri wasn’t letting up. She removed her hand from the wall, moving it to grip Riri’s chin, forcing their faces closer until their foreheads kissed.

“What happened, Ri?”

Riri welcomed the softness, even basking in it for just a second before she lightly pushed Shuri away.

Shuri took the hint, taking a step back but not allowing the space between her and Ri to grow too large. Her eyes swam with concern, searching Riri’s face for an answer her lips weren’t providing.

Riri’s tiny frame shook with emotion. Her fingers tensed, her hands running across her face with such a desolate sigh it almost sprang tears to her eyes.

“I ain’ seen y/n in bout a week.” Her confession only rang slightly true; she’d seen you around campus, between classes, and in the caf, and each time, you acted like you hadn’t seen her.

Like you couldn’t feel the intensity of her stare on your back, burning a Riri-sized hole into you with a fiery glare.

You hadn’t texted, hadn’t called. When she went to your room and knocked, you didn’t answer.

It scorched Riri to see you going about life without her. Almost like you hadn’t needed her to begin with.

But Bast, did she need you. Riri hadn’t slept all week, and she knew it was written all over her face.

The dark circles that decorated her under eyes looked as though they weighed a ton, and the wrinkle in her brow had taken up a permanent residence.

Shuri paused for a moment, letting Riri’s words settle in the air between them.

“Fuck you mean you ain’ see Y/n in a week?”

“Exactly what I said.” Riri fell into the chair behind her desk with a thud.

“How you ain’ see her in a week, Ri? Last time I talked to you-“

“Over a week ago-“

Shuri continued as though Riri hadn’t spoken. “You two were here. Together, I saw you.”

Riri took a beat to take a deep breath and released it slowly before replying. “Yes. And she saw you.”

Confusion riddled Shuri’s sharp features. “She saw me?”

“Yeah, nigga, she saw you. The whole damn internet saw you.”

Shuri was stunned into silence. She knew exactly what Riri was talking about, and wave after wave crashed over her. Embarrassment, disappointment, and confusion rippled, and Shuri’s eyes squeezed shut, hoping to escape the uncomfortable feeling.

“And it upset her?” The end of her sentence fluttered upwards with perplexity.

The princess hadn’t seen a problem with her actions at the time. She partied often, and she partied hard. Shuri was known for catching ass on a good Friday night, and this had been just that.

Sure, more girls had seen the inside of Shuri’s dorm room than she might have liked to admit, but she hadn’t been ashamed of it.

Not until she learned it upset you.

She really had slowed down, though, since becoming involved with you. Hell, she’d slowed down since she and Riri had started fucking. What used to be one or two girls a night quickly morphed into none over multiple months.

But Riri didn’t know that. She still thought Shuri’s reputation preceded her, imagining that she was keeping the same company as before.

In reality, the Wakandan native’s interest in anyone else was long gone.

Images of your face that night flashed through Riri’s memories.

You, pacing the room, looking absolutely heartbroken.

You, on your knees, picking up your things.

You kissing Riri’s cheek before pulling away from her.

Riri’s poor heart ached at the thought, and in came the now familiar feel of her throat growing tight and her eyes stinging with salty tears.

She quickly blinked them away, turning to face Shuri with a sigh that sounded like it contained all the world’s sorrows.

“Yeah,” she nodded slowly. “Yeah, man, it upset her.”

Add disgust to the abundance of emotions Shuri was currently feeling. She cursed herself aloud for making you feel that way. She could just imagine the way you held your head high, refusing to cry with a quiver in your lip that only she would have noticed.

How you probably departed with a broken smile on your face.

It was eerie how right she was.

She gulped, attempting (and failing) to wet her suddenly very dry throat. “Did she say anything?” Shuri asked through the scratchiness.

Riri looked over with blank eyes. “Said so much I couldn’t get a word in.” A hush fell between them before Riri spoke again. “We gave her the silent treatment until she agreed to go public, but we ain’ commit to her.”

Shuri winced. Yeah, they had done that…

“She ain’ asking for much, man. She just want us.”

Shuri’s long legs carried her to Riri’s bed with ease. She fell to the mattress with a soft thump before speaking. “Okay,” she said plainly.

“Okay, what?”

“Okay, Ri. She want us,” Shuri’s shrug left Riri speechless. “She got us.”

Riri’s mouth fell open with the weight of Shuri’s words. “Simple as that?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

Riri stood to her feet, letting them lead her to Shuri, still on the bed. Her hands hesitated for a moment before resting on Shuri’s clothed knees, her eyes shining with forgotten tears. “Nigga, don’t play with me right now.”

A small smirk threatened to curve the ends of Shuri’s lips upward. She used one hand to support her weight on the bed and the other to push Riri’s kinky curls away from her face.

Riri was getting ready to ease into the gentleness of Shuri’s touch when the princess tangled her fingers at Riri’s scalp and pulled hard.

Ri’s head fell back with a sharp tug from Shuri, exposing the entire length of her neck. Her lips parted in shock, and the breath she inhaled had no way to escape with Shuri’s lips so dangerously close to Ri’s ear.

“You got soft while I was away,” Shuri whispered. It was just the two of them in the small room; no one would have heard her.

Riri fixed her mouth to say something smart, but Shuri cut her off. “I missed you.”

It was a sincere moment. Shuri’s voice still hadn’t reached octaves above a whisper, and the look she gave Ri was enough to send a tingle down to her toes.

Shuri hopped from the bed, her hands steady on Riri’s hips before releasing them with a prompt nod. “C’mon. Let’s go get our girl.”

She’d barely made it two steps before Ri’s tiny hand wrapped around her wrist, pulling her back. “Wait,” she called.

Shuri turned, her eyes landing on Riri with the same intensity as before. Her chest caved with each deep breath, and her expression looked pained, scared even.

“We doing this? We getting serious bout each other?”

Shuri truly moved with the grace of a panther, retreating swiftly, encapsulating Riri’s face cupped in her hand.

They were so close they stole each other’s breath. Shuri’s gaze flickered between Riri’s lips and her eyes, not able to decide which was more worthy of her attention.

Riri’s breathing paused altogether at the sound of Shuri’s chuckle ringing in her ears. “We been doing this how many years, Ri?” Riri’s bottom lip tucked into her mouth clenched between her rows of perfect teeth.

Shuri tutted quietly, using her thumb to roll Riri’s lip back out.

She didn’t move her finger nor her gaze from Riri’s deep brown lip before she spoke again. “Who’s to say I wasn’t already serious about you?”

The knocking at your door hadn’t subsided, and it was driving you fucking insane. You burrowed further into your comforter, tugging at the heavy blanket until it swallowed you whole.

You made no conscious movements to answer it. Getting up and going to class had exerted all of your remaining energy this past week, and you didn’t have any left to entertain company. You weren’t getting up until tonight when it was required of you.

Maybe whoever it was would take the hint and leave.

They didn’t.

Muffled voices on the other side of the door were your only warning before it opened so harshly that the handle indented into its adjacent wall.

Your body shot straight up, speechless. The blanket fell, pooling at your hips, and your eyes widened three sizes.

Riri’s footsteps were nearly silent as she strolled in, hands in her pocket, with a stoic expression.

Shuri stepped in behind her, and your already large eyes grew to the size of saucers. Hers were glued on you, noticing the way they sparkled at the sight of her.

The steps she took toward you were timid, and your breath collected in your chest the entire time it took her to cross the small room.

“Sthandwa,” she spoke directly toward you, her native tongue sounding so much stronger after the time she spent home.

The tiniest whimper escaped your lips, and the irritation on Shuri’s face was wiped away with a smirk. Her hand made its way to your face, cupping your cheek and smiling even wider when you fell into her touch.

“You missed me,” Her words were low, for your ears only.

The moment that passed was a shared one, just between you and Shuri.

You almost nodded, admitting how badly you had missed her.

And then your eyes closed.

And you remembered why you’d put yourself through a week of hell.

You remembered why you were avoiding Riri, ignoring Shuri.

You remembered why you were going out tonight with someone who wasn’t them.

And what was a soft smile on your face curled into the nastiest of snarls.

Your body straightened, pulling your head from Shuri’s hand and retreating until your back touched the wall, and a mountain of pillows distanced you from the princess.

Her demeanor just about crumbled when your eyes cut sharply from her and landed on Riri, who still stood a couple of feet away with an unreadable expression etched across her features.

“Y’all broke into my room?”

It was more an accusation than a question, and it oozed with venom. Shuri fought back a flinch, and Riri dug her hand from her pocket, revealing a gold key swinging from her index finger.

“Not breaking in if I have the spare.”

“It’s breaking in if you weren’t invited.”

Riri tossed her hand back in her pocket and joined Shuri beside your bed, leaning forward until her elbows dug into the mattress. “We ain’ come here to argue with you, y/n.”

Ri had spoken your name more times lately than she had all the months you’d been together, and you hated it. The hairs on your arm stood on end, and your vision turned blood red.

“Shouldn’t have come at all-”

Shuri’s hand around your neck evaporated whatever else was about to roll off your tongue. You begrudgingly focused your gaze on her, shocked to see amusement swimming in her eyes. “Who are you talking to like that?”

Your lips remained sealed in defiance, and Riri shook her head with a scoff directed towards you.

Shuri’s fingertips were digging into the side of your throat, tugging you toward her. It was a gentler touch at first, but then you had to be hard-headed and try to fight it. Her hands gripped tighter, pulling you harder, and the dark spots that started to attack your vision told you to obey.

You fell on all fours, staring up at Shuri behind lashes so long, they almost touched your brows. She removed her hand, allowing air to reach your lungs again, cursing under her breath.

“Fuck,” she breathed out. Even Riri had to bury her bottom lip between her teeth to avoid speaking her thoughts aloud.

You looked fucking delicious, seated on hands and knees, glaring up at them. Heat burned deep in Shuri’s chest, heaving with deep inhales. “Come here,” she commanded.

Shuri’s tone left no room for attitude, but that didn’t stop you from having one. Your eyes rolled, and your knees planted in place with a wiggle of your hips.

Even Riri’s brow rose at the action, and she turned to Shuri with a question behind her eyes.

Shuri’s glance at Ri was quick and filled with an unfamiliar husk. She looked back at you, speaking to Riri while her eyes burned such heat into yours that you had to look away. “She wanna be a brat? That’s fine-” The smile that Shuri bore filled your stomach with fear. “We can tame a brat.”

She opened her mouth again, this time to speak to you. “Come. Here.” Her words sent a noticeable chill through your body, and you rose to just your knees, getting ready to swing your legs around and scoot to the edge of the bed, where Shuri and Riri stood.

“Uh, uh,” Shuri shook her head at you, smiling wider at the confusion on your face. She stood taller, shoulders back, spine straight, chin tilted, truly like royalty. “Crawl to me.”

This time, it was your brows that shot to your hairline. The heat that was burning in her belly moved south, and with a gulp, you found yourself crawling, slowly and seductively, until you were face-to-face with Shuri’s torso.

You stared at it for a moment too long, and she fell into a squat, aligning her face with yours. She was so close, the smell of her cologne almost bringing tears to your eyes. You inhaled deeply, wishing you could commit the scent to memory for the next time Shuri left.

“What’s wrong with you, baby?” She asked sweetly. “Hm? Why you acting like this?”

You were still.

A minute passed, then another, and you refused to part your lips and address her.

“Silent treatment, baby? Forreal?”

The room was quiet.

“You being childish,” Shuri mumbled, standing to her full height again.

She moved to sit beside you, and you watched with interest.

With swift movements, Shuri was next to you, reaching for your wrists.

It all happened so quickly, her tugging your arms sharply until you laid on your belly across her lap. You gasped, further pressing your torso into Shuri’s thighs.

One hand held your wrists out in front of you as though you were swimming while the other caressed your ass through your shorts.

Her touch was too soft, a stark contrast to the rest of her movements. You made the mistake of relaxing in her grasp, allowing your guard and attitude to fall completely.

Poor you.

A sharp slap sounded throughout the room, followed by the sharp sting that radiated through your right ass cheek. And just as quickly as the strike came, it went, covered by Shuri’s soft massage.

The way your mout h fell open to form a little “O” was so cute. Shock, and anger, and desire all fueled the fire that was burning in your lower belly, igniting and growing it further.

“We gonna work on you and Riri’s ‘Welcome’ next time, baby” Another harsh slap, this time to the opposite cheek.

Riri spoke up, her voice sounding like a squeak. “You could always take us with you next time.” She barely got the sentence out without a moan escaping. Her eyes bore into the scene before her, wanting so badly to rub away the pain Shuri was inflicting.

Shuri smirked at Ri before turning back to land another hard clap on your ass. “What you think, baby? Wanna come with me?”

Her words and her actions weren’t lining up. The way she spoke to you was so tender, as though the three of you sat in a coffee shop having a pleasant conversation.

The way she assaulted your ass said otherwise. You were writhing under her touch, with a wetness that pooled between your clenched thighs uncomfortably.

Another slap, then she continued. “We spend weeks together, relaxing by the water. I could take you on the Royal Talon Fighter. Fuck you right on the floor while we’re in the air”.

Another slap. “Riri fingering you in the pool.”

Slap. “I’ll sit you on my throne, where you belong, and eat you until you cry.”

Slap. “Sound like a plan, Ri?”

Riri was in a fucking daze. She could smell your arousal, and it was so hard to resist planting her face between your legs, inhaling your scent deeper. She struggled to mutter so much as a “yeah” in response to Shuri’s question. She wasn’t even sure she’d been listening.

Shuri’s attention fell back to you, and a deep groan escaped her chest. You were a mess. She could feel how hot your body had grown in the short time you’d been pressed against her. You were still quiet, but her ears picked up on the soft whimpers that you thought no one could hear. Your body was practically vibrating.

An insatiable need swam in your eyes, falling over your cheeks and down the side of Shuri’s leg.

“That sound like a plan, baby?”

You remained quiet, the sound of her hand clapping your ass echoing in the room.

“I don’t like being ignored, y/n.” Shuri must’ve lost her mind and left it in Wakanda, using your real name like that. It just made you dig your heels in further, refusing to give her a verbal response.

She shook her head, turning to Riri to speak again. “I been gone three weeks, and you let her get all defiant and shit.”

Riri snapped out of her trance at the accusation. “I ain’ let her do shit-”

“You did,” Shuri removed her hand from your ass to point toward your nightstand. “Grab her vibrator from the drawer and come fix your shit.”

Your head shot up at Shuri’s words. A part of you was relieved the attack on your now swollen ass cheeks had stopped. The other part was full of dread. You needed to fucking come, but there was no way Shuri was going to make it that easy on you.

She lifted your limp body with ease, shuffling around until you were in her lap, back pressed to her heaving chest. You winced a bit at the stinging sensation that traveled down the back of your thighs, but Shuri’s padded fingertips drawing circles in your abdomen was enough of a distraction for you to relax a bit.

Her lips peppered up and down the length of your neck, stopping every now and then to nip at your tight skin. “Imma hear that pretty voice one way or another, baby.”

She grinned at the shiver her words sent down your spine and lifted her head to see Riri starting back toward your bed with your massive pink wand in hand. Your knees lifted to your chest without thought, and Shuri planted her hands on them, prying them apart until the wet spot in your shorts was visible to Ri.

Her breasts bounced with the way her chest heaved at the sight. Your grey shorts were noticeably darker around the spot that bore your cunt, and your dark thighs glittered with your own slick.

The sudden cool air that hit your pussy shocked you, and your thighs clenched, trying to close in response. They barely moved with Shuri’s hands in place.

She didn’t even acknowledge your failed attempt, instead nodding her head at Riri. The smaller girl looked as though it pained her to look away from you, and it did.

“What?”

“Come here.” Riri glanced over you one more time, then started stepping closer to the bed. Shuri ducked her head, taking your ear lobe between her teeth before speaking lowly. “See how she listen the first time?”

Riri rolled her eyes but climbed onto the bed anyway, kneeling beside you and Shuri’s bodies flush against one another. “What?” she asked again.

Shuri let go of your thighs, snaking an arm around your torso to hold you in place while the other tugged on Riri’s curls, luring her closer and closer and closer until she and Shuri’s breaths became one.

Shuri leaned up, pressing her lips against Riri’s with a moan. The delicacy of the kiss didn’t last long, and the strain in your neck as you turned and watched them wasn’t enough to peel your eyes away.

Riri’s tongue darted out first, sloppily tracing over Shuri’s before she reached to grasp the back of her head and deepen the kiss.

Your moan at the sight was music to their ears, and Riri pulled away, gracing you with a smile before Shuri’s hand on her chin pulled her back. Shuri’s lips brushed Ri’s as she whispered, “I ain’ get to kiss you properly since I been back.” She let her gaze linger on you with a side-eye before she turned back to Riri. “We had other things to deal with.”

Riri’s nose scrunched up, her curls swaying to and fro with the shake of her head. “And I’m the one who got soft?” she asked with a scoff.

Shuri ignored Ri. “Lemme taste her off your lips when you finish.”

Riri’s stare at you was hungry. She hadn’t had a taste of you in so long. Her mouth watered, and her tongue swiped across her lips, leaving behind a sheen. “I’ll think about it,” she mumbled, hopping from the bed.

With the click of a button, your vibrator roared to life, and the whimper that left your mouth was pathetic. Riri stood patiently waiting while Shuri pulled your legs apart once more. Her hands on you felt like fire, and your head fell back onto your shoulder. Her chuckle rang loudly in your ear. “We ain’ even touch you yet.”

But then Riri’s hand grazed your thigh, only enough to pull your shorts to one side and expose your needy center. “Oh, baby, you’re fucking soaked.”

Your hips jutted forward, an impatient exhale sharp in your chest. You knew you were soaked; you needed them to do something about it.

Riri’s delicate fingers brushed over your lower set of lips before stopping to gently slap it a few times. You splashed around her harsh hits, hissing and curving your hips, hoping to catch her fingers at your entrance.

Mm, Riri hummed. “This ain’ enough.” She nodded to Shuri, “Lift her legs up.”

Shuri’s hands went from your inner thigh to hooking underneath, folding you in half. Your knees almost aligned with your shoulders, and Riri nodded, satisfied. “There she go. All on display for me.”

She brought the vibrator to your clit without warning, and you screamed. “There go that pretty voice, too,” Shuri stated, levity and lust dripping from her accented words.

You didn’t have the strength to stay silent anymore. Riri had the violently vibrating toy pressed hard against your swollen bud, and she made no move to let up. Your cunt splashed around the rapid movements, and you knew your orgasm would come fast and hard.

“So pretty,” Riri parroted lazily. The wetness between her own legs was growing uncomfortable, but her focus right now was wholeheartedly on you.

Your pussy clenched around nothing, and your head dug into Shuri’s shoulder with a dull pain that would become prominent later. “Oh, fuck,” you breathed out, repeating the phrase like a broken record.

This time, it was Shuri and Riri who were quiet, listening intently to your voice and the way its crescendo was built.

Your chest heaved, and your abs contracted, and you could feel your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. “Shit, shit, shit-”

And then it was gone. The vibrations stopped, and the glorious orgasm that was about to wreck you washed away. A desperate cry fell from your lips, your glossed eyes staring up at Riri with so many questions.

“Nah, ma. That was the lowest setting.” She bent down to kiss your cheek. “You don’t gotta come yet.”

Your head shook so fast, it made you dizzy. “I do, I do.”

“Oh, you do?” She was mocking you. Your mouth opened with a smart-ass response that was quickly forgotten when stronger, harsher movements attacked your clit.

Riri had turned the intensity up, and the vibrations were radiating through your abdomen and your thighs. Your head fell back once more; your jaw stuck slack. “Oh fuck,” you roared. There was no way the people minding their business in the halls weren’t hearing you, but Bast, did you not give a fuck.

“Fuck, Ri, fuck,” you drawled out with a whimper. Her name had fallen from your lips with ease, and both the girls focused on you moved quickly to correct that.

Shuri’s hand roughly grabbed a handful of your braids and pushed your head forward at the same time that Riri pulled it forward with her hand on your chin. She hit the button on the vibrator, and the intensity increased once more.

Their hands on you wouldn’t allow your head to fall. The spew of screams and curses uttered from your mouth while Riri’s eyes dug into yours as if she could see past them. “Yeah, let’s try that again, baby girl.”

Up another setting the vibrator went, and the cry that came from you sounded like that of a wounded animal. “What’s my name?” Riri asked with all the sass in the world, watching you with stern eyes.

You didn’t answer, too afraid you’d say the wrong thing. There wasn’t a sane thought in that pretty brain of yours right now, and though you searched and searched, your own name didn’t even come to mind at the moment.

The intensity climbed higher and higher until Riri hitting the button was mundane. The vibrator was on the highest possible setting, and she was proud of you for handling it.

Your orgasm didn’t creep back on you with ease; it was about to hit you like a train. Your splashing grew, throwing your slick on all three of you. Your stomach was so tight, you were sure you’d have a six-pack after this, and your body shook like you were possessed.

Your head was still aligned with Ri’s, but your eyes were long gone, rolled back into your skull. A quick tap at your cheek pulled them back, and you stared at Riri, taking in her tiny frame, covered in sweat (or was that your cum?), with a look so sharp, it cut your gasp short.

“My name, baby,” she growled out at you, but it was too late. You were coming, soaking the sheets beneath you and Shuri with a long, drawn-out cry. Your body was trembling, a shaky “Ooh, shit,” the only thing that you could think well enough to say.

Riri held the vibrator flush with your cunt, letting the mix of you squirting and the vibrations splash your taste right to her awaiting tongue.

The moment felt like it lasted forever, and when you finally did start to come down, Riri removed the vibrator from you, turning it off and discarding it on the floor.

Shuri sat whispering something in Xhosa in your ear, tracing lines up and down your still shaky legs.

Your body gave out, relaxing into the curve of Shuri’s before Riri’s tight grip around your throat reawoke reality around you. Her eyes darted around your face, her lips tight, and her brows drawn. She yanked you away from Shuri and closed the space between you and her.

“What is my fucking name?” She questioned harshly. You’d never heard a sound so sinister come from her, and it turned your good mood foul.

“Red,” you spat at her.

In the next instant, her hand released your neck, and she took a step back, eyes still racing, breath still raging.

Shuri removed her hands from your thighs, backing herself into a corner of your bed until she was no longer touching you. “Sana-” she started gently, but you barely heard her.

All of your rage from before was back, and now Riri was the unfortunate target. “That’s not fucking fair, Riri!”

She remained silent tense brows raising as she watched you jump from the bed onto wobbly legs. You stumbled but stood your ground. “Yeah, you’re Riri now.”

She wasn’t deterred when you started toward her, hands drawn in fists at your side and chest poking out. “You been calling me by my government since that night in your dorm room, but it’s a problem when I do it?”

Riri's mouth opened, starting to speak, but the look on your face advised her not to. “It’s always a fucking problem when I do it, huh?” You were in her face at this point, and she could see the tears glistening behind the anger in your eyes.

“You two ignore me for a fucking week until I say okay to the whole damn world know I got not one, but two ‘girlfriends.’” Your hands uncurl to throw air quotes around “girlfriends.” A grizzly laugh escapes your lips, and the tears start to fall.

“But they not even my girlfriends. I-” Your voice broke, and so did the girls’ hearts. “I ain’ nothing but one of many to them.” You sniff before continuing. “And when I try to get a week to figure that shit out, to process it, you break into my fucking room!”

“You break in and fuck my fucking brains out.” Your hands are shaking as they reach up to wipe away the steady stream of tears. “But you gonna leave here and give the same thing to who the fuck ever.”

Riri’s silence is starting to irritate you, so you direct the rest of your wrath to the princess. The pillow on your desk chair flies toward her, landing with a thud, and you wish you had the balls to throw something heavier. “And you-”

Shuri watches you cross the room toward her, stopping just short of the bed. “You got me out here looking fucking stupid!” Snot and spit mix with your tears in what you only know as the definition of ugly crying, but you do not fucking care.

“You got a harem, Shuri? Hm?”

“No-” Her words were drowned under yours.

“Kehlani, nigga? I can’t-” Your voice cracked further. “I can’t fucking compete with Kehlani. I can’t even compete with the other girls on campus, can I?” You whispered.

Your hand flew to point at Riri, and she flinched, certain that you’d just flung something in her direction. “She the only one who don’t got any competition. It’s always been Ri and Shuri.” You chuckle again. “Y’know what she told me?” Your laughter grew until you were hiccuping behind giggles and sobs. “When I was in her room upset about the viral video of my ‘girlfriend’ dry humping somebody else in the club? She kept saying ‘Me and Shuri’ this and ‘Me and Shuri’ that.”

You looked back toward Riri. The venom in you had run dry, and all that was left behind was sadness. “‘Me and Shuri ain’ never been exclusive’” You took her words and threw them back at her; it was the worst thing you could’ve thrown.

“‘Shuri catching ass, getting ass; those are just her weekends,’” you repeated what Riri had said to you with bile in your throat. “She laughed about it.”

Shuri’s eyes darted towards Riri, who looked as though she were about to crumble to the floor.

You closed your eyes, refusing to look at either of them any longer. “Get out,” you whispered.

Shuri rose from your bed, taking tender steps toward you as if you would explode if she were to move any faster. “Baby, I- We-”

You sighed, rubbing your eyes until they were red. “There it go again; ‘we’. ‘We’ is not Shuri, Riri, and me. ‘We’ is Shuri and Riri. It’s always Shuri and Riri.” You shook your head, your braids swinging around you. “I’m not doing this no more. Get out.”

Your voice was eerily calm. As though you were making small talk about the weather and not breaking their hearts.

“No-” Shuri spoke again. “Baby, listen-”

You glanced at the clock above Riri’s head, avoiding looking at her altogether. “Get. Out.” You emphasized, stalking past them both until you were entering your bathroom and starting the shower. “I need to start getting ready. Thanks for ruining my nap.”

“Getting ready for what?”

You looked at Shuri deliberately as the next words from your mouth rang through the air. “I have a date.”

“Like hell you do.”

Both of your heads whipped to Riri standing on the other side of the room. Your confession had broken her trance, and she approached you quickly, grabbing for your hand.

“I do,” You snatched away from her touch roughly. “And I need to wash you off me. Both of you.”

“Y/n, you play too fucking much-”

Your neck snapped toward Riri. She didn’t back down when a scoff fell from your lips, and you walked to her until your chests were touching, and she had no choice but to look up at you.

Sadness still decorated your pretty brown eyes, but Riri was more focused on the growl deep in your voice. “What’s the matter, Ri?” You darted your gaze back to the clock once more. “Your eight o’clock cancel on you?”

Your hair whips her in the face as you turn back to Shuri. “Kehlani couldn’t make it?”

Neither of them speaks, just watching you head back to your bathroom door. “I’m getting in the shower,” you announce. “Can’t have all this dried cum on me.” The door starts to close, but not before they hear the last of your sentence. “He might want a fresh slate.”

Riri sat in the VIP box of a club she did not want to fucking be in, nursing a glass of rum that she was barely sipping on. Anger on a sober Riri was enough to land her in jail; she didn’t need to be drunk tonight.

Shuri sat across from her, eyes scanning the crowd below them as she threw back another shot, growling with the burn cascading down her throat.

She lifted a hand to fix the blazer on her shoulder before looking over to notice Riri had abandoned hers. A dark, lacey fabric clung to Riri’s bosom like a second skin, and Shuri gulped before turning away again.

“Why are we even here, Ri? She said she was done.”

Riri’s eye-roll was almost audible. “You wasn’t saying shit when you snuck the Kimoyo bead in her purse.” She brought the cup to her lips again, allowing the sour liquor to run over her tongue before swallowing it harshly. “Ion give a fuck what she said. She’s not done; she’s ours.”

They watched you with fury burning behind their gazes as you gyrated in a crowd full of people. Shuri had to convince Riri to remain glued to her seat when your dress rode up a bit, and luckily, you’d pulled it down before Riri had a chance to expose that she and Shuri were spying on you.

They were just there to make sure your date was respectful. You could have this cute lil date, even if it boiled their blood. They’d make sure your clothes stayed on, and you got home safe, and then try talking to you again tomorrow. Or the day after that, or the day after that.

Except, Riri was finding it really hard to stay under the radar. Every time your date slipped his hands around your waist or brought his face a little too close to yours, her feet begged her to move, her fist itching to hit him.

Him. Of all the ways you could have chosen to spite them, this was by far the fucking worse.

You’d never shown interest in a dick, yet here you were, grinding up against one.

Shuri wasn’t sure how much more she could take. She struggled to read your lips from up here when you brought them to his ear to whisper something or when they spread into a grin. The glass cup in her hand was in danger of breaking; Shuri’s grip just kept getting tighter and tighter.

And even though you weren’t dancing for them, they were mesmerized by you. Your hair was gathered into a high pony, your eyeliner deep and dark, accentuating your big, round eyes. The dress you chose was sinful. It stopped just under the curve of your ass, exposing the length of your thick thighs for him to touch. Had it been any tighter, your breasts would have spilled right out of the deep plunge that reached your belly button; instead, they sat high and (mostly) covered, aside from your pierced nippled poking through the thin fabric.

Riri had groaned when you first walked in, and that quickly turned into a growl when she noticed the nigga’s hand resting on your hip.

That was nearly two hours ago, and her expression had yet to change.

“You don’t wanna chop his hands off?” she asked Shuri over the rim of her glass.

“Of course, I do, sana-”

“Good, then go do it.”

Shuri sighed, putting her drink down and peering over the railing back down at you. Your ass was rolling into the curve of his front, and he was enjoying every bit of it, with one hand on your hip and the other gathered in your hair. “I’m considering it.”

Riri was about to comment when her body ran cold. A slow song rang through the speakers, something much more sensual than the ass-shaking anthem that was playing before. Her eyes ran back to you, and she watched, frozen.

You’d stood back up to your full height, turning to face him with your arms thrown around his neck.

Your bodies ground together in sync with the rhythm of the music, and Riri’s mouth fell open when your head fell back with a moan, and he leaned down to kiss your throat.

She was already on her feet by the time he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours as he practically fucked you through your clothes on the dance floor. The angle put your left breast in danger of being exposed and Ri could see the dark swirl of your areola bouncing free.

“Fuck no.” Riri was gone, and Shuri wasn’t too far behind her. They pushed through the crowd, ignoring protests coming from every which way. Ri’s vision was blood-shot, her body shaking with rage.

Her fist was already formed and she stalked toward you, on a mission. Shuri’s voice in her ear caused the smaller girl to stumble. “Do not hit him,” she commanded with a growl.

Riri reached you first, uncurling her fist and reaching up to snatch you by your hair, breaking the now deepened kiss between you and him. Shuri followed closely behind, nearly clipping your heels and already digging her keys from her pockets.

He stood there stunned as you were pulled away and lead through the front doors without anyone so much as glancing your way. Ri took her hands from your hair and put them around your hips, lifting and flinging you into the backseat of Shuri’s SUV. She hopped in behind you, and Shuri jumped into the driver's seat, pulling off with a loud skid as her tires kissed the pavement.

Riri was livid, shaking in her nearly naked form, and it pissed her off even more to see the smugness that was embedded into your features. Her intentions weren’t to scare you but the fact that you didn’t even show an ounce of fright enraged her.

“Breaking and entering and kidnapping on the same day? Must not be the first crime the two of you have-”

Riri’s hand was around your throat before you could finish your sentence, pressing your body harshly into the leather seats until your head bounced against the headrest, locking you in place.

“You must be out of your fucking mind,” she hurled at you. Your pompous attitude was gone, and fear danced in your gaze. You’d never seen Riri so angry; you didn’t know lividity was a feeling she was capable of.

She didn’t give you a chance to speak, staring at your lips in disgust before she continued. “I hope you happy, baby, because you just cost that man his life.”

Your eyes widened further with horror, and Shuri called out Riri’s name in warning.

Ri scoffed. “Oh, I don’t gotta do shit,” her grip tightened. “Wakanda got a whole ass army who would kill to protect you.”

Alarm bells were ringing in your head and your vision was starting to blur with the lack of oxygen your brain was receiving. You knew you shouldn’t push Riri any further, but the words were out without a second thought.

“They kill for all your hoes?”

Shuri’s foot came down hard on the brakes, and you and Riri jerked forward, but her eyes never left your face. All around you, horns blarred angrily with the Princess’s driving and you could see the swing of headlights from behind as they swerved to avoid ramming into the back of it, but Shuri continued as if she didn’t almost cause the world’s biggest traffic accident.

“You fucking-” Riri’s lips curled. “There are no hoes, y/n. It’s just you, only you.”

She turned to look out the window, seemingly analyzing your surroundings, then spoke to Shuri, “Go to my garage.”

The only response she got back was a silent nod, which she ignored anyway. Riri looked hard at your face, glancing back and forth between your lips and your eyes. “Lick your lips,” she commands.

You do as you’re told, surprisingly, and dart your tongue out to swipe over your lips once, twice, three times. Riri groans at the way they shine once you finish, wet with your spit. “They taste like him?”

Shuri watches through the rearview mirror as you hesitate, then nod. Riri crashes her lips into yours in a harsh kiss. She wants to wipe away any trace of him, any taste, any memory, any thought. She swallows your tongue, moaning as you swap spit, and you bring your arms around her neck to pull her closer.

Riri resists, though, drawing her body back and creating an unwanted distance between the two of you. “What about now?” She asks through pants. “They still taste like him?”

You lick your lips slowly, savoring the taste. Your head shakes from side to side.

“Who they taste like?” She demands.

“You,” you reply breathily.

Before Riri has a chance to respond, the car comes to a stop, and Shuri cuts the engine off. You look around, recognizing the alley that leads to the back entrance of Riri’s garage.

Shuri hops out of the car first, walking around to open your door and offer her hand to help you.

Riri’s already out of the car, walking over to unlock the well-secured garage and stepping inside the darkness.

She swipes a bunch of papers off the thrifted couch that sits next to her desk, and they flutter to the floor like snowflakes.

She pushes you into the cushions, watching your body land with a bounce that exposes your right breast in all its pierced glory.

Riri’s stare at you is lustful and rageful, shaking her with an unusual intensity. Shuri stands beside her, both of them glaring at you, but neither of them moving.

It isn’t until Riri breaks the trance, shaking her head and walking away. “Handle her, man. I need to calm down some before I touch her.”

Now you and Shuri watch as Riri retreats, guilt building up in your little body. You turn back to see Shuri approaching you, unbuttoning her blazer until it swings open. She stops in front of you, fingers toying with the spaghetti straps of your dress. “He touched this,” she states simply.

You nod, “Shuri, I-”

The sound of ripping fabric echoes off the metal walls, and you look down to see Shuri’s torn your dress straight down the plunge.

You can only muster out a pathetic squeak at the sight of what was your favorite dress. Shuri is so close when you look up that you almost headbutt her.

“What is my name?” She growls, accentuating every word.

“D-daddy-” you manage to stutter out.

Mm, she hums, and you shrink into yourself. No ‘good girl’ or praise. Just a hum.

You hadn’t really deserved the praise lately, though.

Her head buried in your neck pulls you away from your thoughts. The feel of her lips and her tongue traveling along the softness of your skin causes your head to lazily tilt to the side, giving her more access.

Her finger juts out to point in the direction Riri wandered in. “And you are hers,” she says with such a harsh bite that you cry out.

She licks away the pain a moment later, “And you are mine.”

Shuri reaches down to pull the shredded dress away from your body and starts kissing down the length of your collarbone. “I’m sorry that video upset you.” She emphasizes each word with a kiss. “And I’m more sorry that my actions upset you.”

Her kisses trail to the valley between your breasts, and your fingers find her curls tangling in them and pressing her closer. “But I am all about you, baby.”

Her kissing stops as she spots your underwear. It’s nothing but a black piece of string tied around your hips and thighs. The thinnest fabric in the world barely covers both your lips down there, and even now, it’s twisted to the point where your slit swallows it.

“You wore these for him?”

You shake your head, missing the feel of her lips on your skin already. “Wore them for you; knew you were there.”

“How-” Shuri starts.

“Your bead. Found it in my purse before I even left the dorm. Spotted the two of you a few minutes after we got to the club-”

Her face twists into an unreadable expression. “You knew we were there and gave us a good ole’ show, baby?”

Your cheeks grow hot, and Shuri shakes her head. “You really were trying to get that man killed.”

She lets her hand trail down your thigh, stopping at the crevice where they meet. You're already so wet, your little cunt drenching your sorry excuse of panties.

One harsh tug, and those too, are nothing but shredded fabric.

The only part of your outfit that isn’t torn and tattered are your heels and when you ask Shuri if she’s gonna go for those next, she ignores you.

“You owe me new clothes,” you grumble under her attack of kisses on your thigh. You whine when she pulls away, sitting up enough that your gazes are aligned.

“I don’t owe you shit but an apology.” Her slender fingers run down the length of your slit, coming back up dripping in your essence. You’re hypnotized, watching in fascination and lust as she brings them to her lips, licking them clean of you and groaning at the taste. “But I’d buy you a closet full of clothes if you asked me to.”

Your thighs part and her head descends between them, licking up the wetness that coats them. “And no,” she says with a breathy moan to your twitchy clit. “I don’t do that for all my hoes.”

And with that, her tongue attacks you. There's nothing but a sense of urgency in the air as Shuri laps at you as if the taste would disappear if she didn’t appreciate it enough. Your moans ring through the garage, loud and echoing.

Shuri’s tongue on your clit is merciless, swiping and sucking. She dips lower, licking a fat, long strip up your slit and her moans tickle you from the inside out. Your thighs on her shoulder are clenched tight around her head, but she couldn’t care less.

You taste like heaven and Shuri never believed in such a place before you. Her tongue stiffens, and then, it’s in your cunt, fucking you feverishly. Your eyes roll and you’re trying so hard to keep them on Shuri.

The sight of her fucking your pussy, drowning in it, is one the tabloids would have never been able to imagine. If they thought an ass-catching princess was scandalous, they’d drop dead at the sight of this.

Movement from the corner of your eyes catches your attention, and it takes all your strength to pull it away from Shuri long enough to notice Ri in the corner, back pressed against the wall, arms crossed in front of her.

Your eyes lock, and you stare at Ri as you pant and groan, as if they were directed towards her. And maybe they were. She shifts uncomfortably at the sounds you make, reaching around to adjust something in her, now unbuttoned pants, but before you have time to question it, Shuri’s tongue in your pussy is replaced by two fingers.

They stretch you out deliciously, and she pulls her head away to admire the way you clench around her. “Demethi, nkosazana,” she mumbles under her breath.

You’d heard her speak enough Xhosa over the years to be able to translate that one. “I’m the princess now?” you stumble and stutter through the question and a red-hot fury makes itself known in your belly with the way she curved her fingers and looks up at you. “My princess,” she responds.

Suddenly, her fingers pick up speed, and she’s added a third, scissoring into you and grinning at the way you stretch around her. “Good girl,” she praises. “Good girl, go ahead and open up for me, hm?”

Ugh, they way they talked to you during sex.. Their words were fucking filthy and the moment they opened their mouths, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

This time was no different. You had been so focused on Shuri, that you didn’t notice Riri stalking toward you.

Shuri noticed, but she was intent on making you come apart before she handed you over. The taste of you was still on her tongue and she signaled Riri to ‘come here’ with a curled finger, while the other mirrored the action deep within your walls.

Riri headed over to Shuri, and upon reaching her, took her chin and tilted it upwards so she could capture her lips in a kiss. You watched as they shared your taste between the two of them, moaning at the sight.

Shuri pulled away first, feeling the way your walls began to swell around her hand. Your orgasm was coming (pun intended), and as much as you wanted to keep your eyes on them, you couldn’t. Your head fell back, and your eyes shut so tightly, they were just slits.

Riri just stood and watched, hands tucked in her pockets, and Shuri sang you praises.

“There you go, baby. Let it out.”

You began to splash around her fingers.

“Good girl, nkosazana yam, keep going.”

Your wetness had picked up, as did your cries. Shuri’s forearm was soaked, along with the front of her blazer.

“I’m- fuck! I’m com-” Your sentence was nothing but fragments, but Shuri understood it perfectly well.

“I know baby, come for me,” she cooed. “Umhle kakhulu (So pretty).”

You were already in the midst of coming apart, and Shuri’s fingers didn’t let up, fucking you through your climax. It was such an intense feeling. You felt so full, like the pressure was too much, but Bast, it was so delicious, you didn’t want her to stop.

You wanted your orgasm to keep coming so Shuri’s fingers never left. Unfortunately for you, your well began to run dry and your screams died down to panting breaths. Shuri’s hand slipped out of you with a loud squelch and she lifted them so you could see how much of you was actively dripping from her digits. “Messy girl,” she stated cooly, rising to her feet and taking a step back.

Your thighs were still sky-high and your breathing hadn’t quite leveled out before Riri stepped to where Shuri once stood. She reached into her pants, pulling out a dildo you’d never seen before already strapped to her hilt.

It was made of vibranium, that much was obvious with the deep purple glow. Most of the toys the three of you used were, but this one was different. First of all, it was thick. Fuck the fact that it was already a good 8 or 9 inches long, it wasn’t much smaller than the width of a fucking soda can and you could hear a slight buzzing come from it.

The look on Riri’s face gave away the surprise. It was vibrating, harshly against her clit and when she pressed the tip to your slit, you could feel the vibrations on your end too.

Fuck, she was about to tear you apart.

“You seemed to have wanted dick so damn bad tonight, baby,” her words were still angry as she pushed into you at a snail’s pace.

The stretch was too much, but it felt so fucking good. Your cunt swallowed every inch of her, pulling her in further.

She could feel just how wet you were, how tight you were, having just come. The way you clenched around her almost knocked the wind from her little body, and she had to will herself to take it slow.

“Shit, baby,” she hissed, eyes closed, breathing staggered.

“Riri-” Shuri’s voice sounded out from somewhere in the room, but you were too focused on Ri to search for it.

“What?” She sounded like she was in pain, and still, she wasn’t even fully in you yet.

“Fuck her.”

Riri opened her eyes, burning a hole through yours. Her hips shifted, and she was in you even deeper. “No shit. I ain’ taking orders from you right now,” she growled lowly.

The only warning you got before she buried her entire cock into you was a hand on your hip as she steadied herself. Your scream rang through the room in agony and Ri’s moans harmonized with yours.

The two of you sat, stuck for a moment as she took a few deep breaths, allowing you to adjust.

And then she pulled out, leaving you feeling hollow. The feeling didn’t last long because she thrust back into you, this time much easier than the first.

“Fuck,” you cried, and she did it again, and again, and again, until she’d picked up a steady pace.

Sweat poured down her forehead as she fucked you with the restraint of a fucking God. You were so tight, so wet, so warm. A week was much too long to go without being buried in your cunt and the fact that you’d almost willingly given it to a nigga earlier that night angered her.

Her movements were harsh and rough, and so good. This wasn’t love making, it was fucking.

The kind that sent a tingle to your toes and arched your back to extremes that you didn’t know you were capable of. It was the type that warranted multiple orgasms and the first one ripped through you with a vengeance.

Riri felt it; she felt the way you clenched around her and how your screams pierced the air. She could feel your slick collecting on the pants that she hadn’t bothered to pull all the way down before taking you.

And she didn’t let up. No recovery time this time around. She fucked you through that first orgasm and continued fucking you toward the second.

Your legs clamed around her waist and your arms trapped her face right in front of yours. You could inhale her pants as she dug into you, reciting elements on the periodic table so she didn’t come before she wanted to.

“You been playing games with me, baby,” she whispered to you through her thrusts.

You were too dick-crazed to fully process her sentence at first, but once you did, you responded, “No different than the games you and Shuri been playing.” You sounded like a drunk, but Riri understood every bit of what you said.

Your eyes wandered, rolling back as that second orgasm approached.

“Look at me, baby,” Riri commanded, and she smiled when you obeyed, locking your lust-blown eyes on hers. “There ain’ nobody else, okay?” Her forehead pressed to yours. “I ain’ fucking nobody else like this.” At that, her hips curved and her cock hit the spongy part of your cunt that was the only thing responsible for holding your orgasm at bay.

The second one rolled through you, yet Riri continued as if it hadn’t. She groaned, listening to you moan right in her ear. “That pretty sound right there, fuck. I wanna hear that shit for the rest of my life.” She couldn’t hold back any longer. She was about to come.

Her thrusts slowed and she shuddered, sinking into the suppleness of your touch as your legs kept her buried in your cunt and your nails dug into her back, scratching hard enough to draw little beads of blood.

Shapes, letters, she didn’t know what you were etching into her skin, and it didn’t matter. She groaned, legs shaking as she struggled to stay on them.

Your lip rolled into your mouth at the feel of Riri’s warmth on your inner thighs. “That’s it,” you muttered, low enough for just her to hear. “Come on me, ma.”

Neither of you knew who’s come was who’s on your thighs and neither of you cared. Riri fell apart in your arms, finally coming down long enough to press your lips together in a kiss that was much softer than her thrusts had been.

“You’re mine,” she said against your mouth. “You’re barely hers-” she pointed back at Shuri and wrapped both arms around your middle to press you further against her, as if your bodies could fuse and become one. “Because you are all fucking mine,” she growled and you smiled at her words.

Shuri walked over, slapping her palm against Riri’s ass with a warning. “Watch yourself.” Her head tilted, focusing on Riri’s back and your smile morphed into laughter. Shuri copied you with a chuckle. “Did you write your name in her back, baby?”

You nodded, still laughing, feeling gleeful for the first time in days. “I did,” you stated proudly.

Shuri chuckled again, shaking her head before eying you. “It’s sideways.”

You shrugged, “It’s there.”

“Well,” Shuri declared, moving her fingers to shake off her blazer, letting it fall to the floor. Her eyes never left yours as she shrugged her shirt over her head. “Guess I need one to match.”

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koffeewife · 8 months

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through the storm

shuri udaku x ororo munroe,

letitia wright × black!fem!actress

summary: after the two very successful black panther movies, fans question why the most popular relationship wasn't included within the franchise. coming together with a group of other directors, ryan coogler, dm's you, an upcoming actress to privately audition for an upcoming movie. in the black panther movies) t'challa and nakia's relationship is highlighted throughout the storylines. in the new film, the omega level x-men becomes familiar with the new black panther, although their status is very lowkey, similar to the comics. meanwhile in real life, letitia and y/n get very close, in a way that drives their fans insane.

contains/warning(s): sapphic relationship, lesbianism (18+), fluff, descriptive smut, stud!shuri, vibranium! strap, storm!reader, storm obviously will be shuri's age, religious customs (panther goddess), touchy!letitia, non canon events and characters, two parts.

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film plot - there will be smut is this segment.

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

behind the scenes - there will not be any smut in the segment.

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

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koffeewife · 10 months

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The Official Pocket Sized Masterlist

this is mainly for @koffeewife , who asked so nicely 😭😭

🌸-fluff

😈-smut

😖-angst

The Your Panther Cinematic Universe

Your Panther–The OG 😈

The Beginning 🌸

Angry Tears (a Sidebar) 😖

Postcards From Wakanda—Formerly Known as “The First Visit” (Coming Soon) 🌸

Postcards From Wakanda Pt2 (Coming Soon) 😈

Marry Me (Coming Soon)

Randoms

Lingerie (BP) 😈-ish

The Elevator 😈

That One Exchange That I Had in a Dream 😈-ish

That “Dating Tish” Ask Where I Got Carried Away 🌸

Out of Pocket Posts 😈

(in no particular order. if some of these are duplicated…. my fault)

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koffeewife · 11 months

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Your Panther

Synopsis: you're away from Wakanda (and Shuri) for business. Shuri tries to surprise you but catches you in a compromising position. Warnings: a lil fluff, but mostly smut bc I'm permanently horny🤷🏾‍♀️; There's a lot of plot before the porn.... but there's porn in the plot, yk?; breeding kink; some choking, Shuri is clingy and overprotective, reader loves it; oral (both receiving); vibranium strap slinging; vibranium dildo; face sitting; fingering (both receiving); multiple orgasms; squirting; LOTS of dirty talk, Shuri & reader are VERY vocal; Shuri forgets English when she's horny; mentions of marriage; mentions of character death. Occurs after BP2 Word Count: hella (8.5k, I got carried away lmao) I'm not taking requests. This idea came to me when I was watching p*rn & I need to get it out of my head. Any mistranslations should be blamed on Google Translate

"You know, sthandwa sam," Shuri starts as she follows you around your shared room like a shadow, "You don't have to leave now; you could delay your trip until the fall so I can come with you."

The pile of clothes in your hands drops onto the mattress as you sigh, "I'm definitely not getting any work done if you come with me. Plus, I'm only gonna be gone for two weeks. I've delayed this trip twice and I can't do it aga–"

Shuri's soft lips on your neck make the rest of your explanation die in your throat. "You can work here, sthandwa," kiss, "in Wakanda," kiss "with me." She accentuated her last plea with the scrape of her teeth against your pulse point, making you sigh as your body went lax in her hold.

"Besides," She uses her hands on your hips to turn you to face her, "Those Americans never did know how to handle you," Her hands drop to grip the swell of your ass as you barely hold back a whimper, "Not like I can." She mumbles, biting her plump bottom lip.

"I– I have to pack, ubusi." (honey) You stammer, struggling to hold your resolve as the thickness of Shuri's accent ignites the ever-simmering heat in your core. Keep it together. woman. You chastise yourself for becoming putty in her hands by only her words, even after all this time you've been together.

A ghost of a smirk plays at Shuri's lips, "I see you've been practicing your Xhosa, entle."

You open your mouth, a smart-ass reply prepared to hurtle from your lips but Shuri's fingers lingering near, and then breaching, the waistband of your pants makes the words retreat as quickly as they came.

Shuri continues her ministrations, sneaking past the band of your panties to knead the flesh of your ass in her palms, "You'd leave your panther without her parting gift, usana yam?"

You shake free of Shuri's hypnosis and grip her arms, using them as leverage to push her away from you, "My Panther has lured me back into this bed two times and I keep having to repack because you keep leaving marks and taking things out of my luggage and hiding them." You move to turn away from her and return to your attempt at repacking (again), but Shuri has other ideas. She turns you back around and plasters your front to hers with her hands at your sides,

"Let's make the third time a charm, then" Her lips are on yours before you can respond, and you're all too happy to oblige her.

Shuri consumes every sense when she kisses you. All you can sense is her; her lips moving against yours, her tongue massaging yours, her hands wandering over your body, pulling and grasping at the full softness of your curves. You anchor yourself to her and lose yourself in her depths.

Your hands are tangled in the curls at the back of Shuri's fade and Shuri's hands are under your ass in preparation to pick you up when Griot cuts in, "Panther, Princess. General Ayo is calling."

You startle at the sudden intrusion and you would've fallen into your suitcase if it hadn't been for Shuri's arms locked around you, "You're making me late, Shuri."

"The Royal Talon Fighter leaves on your command, not the other way around." Shuri makes no moves to release you as she instructs Griot to answer the General’s call.

“Panther,” a holographic Ayo, decked out in full gold Dora Milaje regalia, appears in front of the two of you. She briefly looks surprised to see Shuri instead of you but quickly schools her expression into one of passive indifference, “Is Ms. Y/N ready?”

You begin wiggling yourself out of Shuri’s grasp, “Yes, General. Give me a moment, I’m packing a few last-minute things.” Ayo nods wordlessly before the hologram disappears.

You spend a few moments attempting to untangle yourself from Shuri’s hold before realizing the problem is less her long, wiry limbs and more Shuri won’t let you go. You level a glare at your girlfriend, who’s losing a battle to keep a shit-eating grin off of her face, “Shuri, let me go.”

“No.” Her eyes bore into yours as her grip on your waist tightens and she slowly leans down to press her forehead to yours, “Stay here, stay in my arms. Forever.” Shuri knows exactly what she’s doing; you’ve told her time and time again how hypnotic her eyes are and how you lose yourself in them so easily whenever you make eye contact with her. You’ve told her about how the world fades away and you feel drawn to her like a magnet when she looks at you the way she is now: like you hung the sun, moon, and stars in her sky.

Your mind goes blank as Shuri reaches one hand up to cradle the back of your head before tilting hers slightly and sealing her lips over yours, wasting no time coaxing your mouth open to slide her tongue against yours. Shuri's hand against the back of your head turns into a fist around your curls, exposing your neck to her ravenous lips and pulling the most sinful sounds out of you as she assaults the sensitive spots on your skin that only she can find. You cling to her helplessly, moaning and whimpering as you soak through your panties while she takes you apart with her mouth.

"Ndiyakuva, sthandwa sam," (I can smell you, my love) Shuri pulls her mouth back from your throat as her hand takes its place, "Ufuna i-panther yakhe." (She wants her panther). Shuri's other hand pops the button on your pants and slips inside, rubbing your slit over the soaked material of your underwear as your moans spur her on, "Uzondivumela ndimthathe? Ndicela undivumele ndimthathe." (Are you going to let me have her? Please let me have her.) Shuri begs breathlessly, eyes roaming your face as she watches you fall apart for her.

Shameless moans fall from your lips and your eyes flutter closed as you grind your center against Shuri's hand, but her grip tightening around your throat makes your eyes shoot back open.

"Amehlo akum, ntombazana entle. Ufuna undijonge xa u cum." (Eyes on me, pretty girl. Want you to look at me when you cum) Shuri commands, shoving your panties to the side and sinking three long fingers into you, heading straight for that spongy spot within your walls. The hand around your throat wraps around your waist as your legs give out, holding you flush to her as the panther drills into you relentlessly.

"Shuri yam– baby– oh" You try to warn her of your impending climax but her thumb starts rubbing your clit in fast circles and you can only shudder as you moan out.

Your panther, however, didn't need the warning; she knows your body like the back of her hand. She can feel your soaking, greedy cunt milking her fingers and she wished it was her strap pummeling inside you instead. That damn American job of hers Shuri curses to herself, and it makes her fuck you harder.

"Ndinike, ntombazana yam ethandekayo. Nditshonise kuyo. Ndinike yonke into." (Give it to me, my sweet girl. Drown me in it. Give me everything). Shuri barely finishes her command before you're cumming with a scream of her name, soaking her hand and your clothes in the process. She keeps up the merciless pace of her fingers, working you through your first orgasm and sending you hurtling towards another one.

You grab her hand, trying to pull away even as your body betrays you by releasing more slick and adding to the wet sounds your cunt was already making. You knew it was fruitless trying to get Shuri to stop; she was insatiable when it came to you and you honestly weren't sure you wanted her to stop, "Shuri, i-panther yam, baby please." (my panther)

"Nceda undinike umntwana oyintombazana omnye." (Give me one more baby girl, please). Shuri buries her face in your neck and her teeth sinking into your sweet spot sends you over the edge a second time.

Your vision goes white as you cum on Shuri's fingers again, your thighs shaking uncontrollably as you squirt.

Shuri slows her fingers and peppers kisses across your face and neck, watching as the last waves of your orgasm rock through you as you return to earth and the arms of your lover, "Intombazana elungileyo kum." (Such a good girl for me). She presses one more lingering kiss to the junction of your jaw and throat before slowly pulling her fingers from you, making sure you're watching as she sucks all three of them clean of your essence. "Imnandi," (delicious) Shuri moans out as her eyes flutter closed, "Kungcono ngokuthe ngqo ukusuka kumthombo, nangona kunjalo." (better straight from the source, though) She smirks as her hands pat your ass twice.

You merely watch her, still recovering from your orgasms. Shuri notices this immediately, cupping your face in her hands and staring at you pointedly to make sure you haven't slipped into subspace, "Ingelosi, thetha nam. Ingaba udinga ntoni?." (Angel, talk to me. What do you need?)

You gather your motor functions enough to nod, a small "mhm" following a few moments later.

Shuri hums and presses a tender kiss to your forehead before launching into action; dropping to one knee in front of you, working your soaked bottoms down your legs and off your feet, "Hlala apha kum, sithandwa sam." (Sit here for me, my love) She says gently as she guides you to sit next to your long abandoned suitcase before quickly heading into your ensuite bathroom.

Shuri returns moments later with a wet cloth, gripping your thigh to spread your legs and she gently presses the warm material to your still-sensitive core. You jump and squirm away as whimpers fall past your lips, but Shuri holds you in place, "Ndiyazi, mama, ndiyazi. Ndiyaxolisa." (I know, mama, I know. I'm sorry.) She presses gentle kisses all over your face as she wipes you clean before discarding the cloth with the rest of your clothes and disappearing into the depths of your closet, rematerializing with a fresh pair of panties and bottoms for you to change into. She places them next to you as she eyes your suitcase and the pile of clothes you'd abandoned earlier.

Shuri looks to be in deep contemplation, a look you're used to seeing when she's buried in her lab, not when she's hovering over luggage. The juxtaposition between the heaviness of her gaze against the blankness of your neatly folded clothes in your custom vibranium suitcase makes you giggle, which brings Shuri out of her reverie. A soft smile graces her beautifully sculpted features as she caresses your cheek, "What's so funny, ingelosi?"

You swallow a few times before speaking softly, "You're looking at my suitcase like it's one of those complex formulas you deal with in your lab."

Shuri chuckles as her hand drops back to her side, "I'm trying to figure out what else you need to pack if you want to provide guidance.”

“I just need my toiletries and a few more outfits, which is what that stack is.”

Shuri’s eyes roam over the pile that hadn’t quite made it into your bag before she’d distracted you, touching the material of the item on top; a crewneck sweater. “It’s supposed to be cold in America this time of year?”

“That's mainly for the office; they keep it unreasonably cold in there all the time.”

Shuri hums again before putting the stack of clothes in their designated place in your bag, glancing at you as if to ask, anything else?

You point to two bags on the ottoman at the foot of the bed, “Just those two.”

“What’s in here?” Shuri asks as she fits them into your luggage

“One is my skincare and other stuff, the other is some shoes; I’m just rotating a couple of pairs through my trip.”

“That’s everything?” Shuri moves to your other side, picking up the discarded pants before helping you into them and pulling you to stand.

“Yeah. I’m all ready to go.” You turn to close your bag, but Shuri stops you

“One more thing, ubusi,” Shuri says as she walks into your closet yet again, this time reappearing with a rectangular black box which she places in your suitcase before closing it, lifting it effortlessly with one hand while reaching for you with the other, “I made that for you, to use when you miss me. Don’t open it until then, understand?”

You look at her confused, until she gently squeezes your waist, prompting you to verbally answer her, “Yes, i-panther yam.”

Shuri presses a smiling kiss to your hairline, “Intombi elungile.” (good girl)

The two of you arrive on the tarmac within minutes, the Dora Milaje and Queen’s Guard standing at attention and saluting as you approach. Shuri nods at General Ayo as she steps forward–spear in hand–and gives the two of you a knowing look before returning Shuri’s nod and slamming the butt of her spear on the ground twice, signaling everyone else to fall back. Aneka and a few of the Queen's Guard, however, stay nearby as they’ll be accompanying you to America at Shuri's insistence; “I’m the smartest person on the planet, from the most technologically advanced country on the planet and I work with the rarest, most powerful metal on earth the only place that has unrestricted access to it. Certain countries won’t hesitate to harm you to get access to vibranium and my designs. If harm came to you while you were outside of my care…” Shuri’s eyes darken dangerously, in a way you hadn’t seen since the man with the winged ankles attacked her home and killed her mother, “I wouldn’t stop until you were safely back in my arms again. I'd kill anyone who got in my way.” You’d fucked her right on top of one of her lab tables.

While Shuri left no room for argument that you were taking at least one guard with you, you'd managed to talk her down from sending her General, reminding her that the tip of the spear of Wakanda's army needed to stay in Wakanda, with the smartest person on the planet. “Besides,” You’d started, trailing your fingers across Shuri’s collarbones as the both of you came down from your post-orgasmic haze, “Aneka has that Midnight Angel armor you made, she’s basically a superhero.”

If Ayo was upset about missing out on a trip to America, she hid it well. Aneka, however, was practically vibrating with excitement. This was her first mission where she would be undercover as a civilian and she’d told you many times how happy she was to be accompanying you, even requesting your help in making a list of places to see and try during your time in New York. She'd been nagging Ayo for weeks about what souvenirs she wanted her to bring back. “I’m so excited!” Aneka salutes you as you approach, before pulling you into a hug, “I’ve never been to America for so long before. Is it true that there’s a giant apple in the city?”

You laugh at her childlike giddiness, “No, Aneka, there isn’t a giant apple. At least I don’t think there is; they might’ve added one in since I was last there.”

Aneka moves to ask you another question, but she glances at someone behind you, smiling politely before stepping back. You turn and watch as Shuri hands your suitcase off to Aneka, who quickly walks away to load it into the Talon Fighter.

"Where will they park this thing?" You question as you watch the Wakandan Air Force and Shuri's scientists do final checks of the aircraft.

"With the new cloaking technology I developed, it can sit on the roof of your hotel without being detected by the Americans," Shuri smiles proudly and you beam back at her; you remember how hard she worked to perfect her new cloaking tech, "But I believe it's been programmed to fly to the Avengers Compound in Upstate New York. It can get to you in two minutes once you summon it."

You hum, "Will they recharge it there? At the compound?"

"No, they don't yet have the capabilities to support the wattage we use here so I made sure to develop expanded fuel cells for longer trips to places that aren't compatible with our tech. There's more than enough battery life to get you there and back plenty of times."

You raise your eyebrows, Shuri hadn't told you that she was working on extending the already long battery life of Wakandan technology. "Well, haven't you been busy."

Shuri drops a kiss to your forehead as her hold on your waist tightens, "I had to occupy myself somehow while you were on those primitive Zoom calls with those white people."

You throw your head back and laugh, "They're not primitive, Shur. Zoom works just fine."

"Yes, it's just fine if you want to see pixels and have delayed audio!"

You shake your head and sigh, knowing this wasn't an argument you were going to win.

"Besides," Shuri calls your attention back to her as she gestures to the aircraft in front of you, "I've been working on building you your own one of these. I should have some designs ready for you to look over when you get back."

You gasp, "Shuri! I don't need my own Talon Fighter! I'm rarely in one if it isn't–"

Shuri silences you with her lips on yours, pulling you into a deep kiss filled with every ounce of love she had for you. She reluctantly pulls away after a moment but keeps her forehead pressed to yours, speaking in a voice only meant for you to hear, "The future Queen of Wakanda needs her own official aircraft."

Words have escaped you, your brain has stopped functioning, leaving you staring wide-eyed and gaping at Shuri. The two of you had talked about marriage before, but this is the first time either one of you had mentioned anything serious*. "I– b–"

Shuri smirks, pulling away from you slightly but maintaining the same intense eye contact, "Did you really think I hadn't planned on marrying you, ingelosi? I knew you were going to be my wife the second I laid eyes on you."

"But what about the Elders?"

"What about them?" Shuri's response is immediate, "You've met them, yes?" At your slow nod, she continues, "They love you and they agree that you would make a wonderful Queen, despite not being Wakandan by birth." Shuri takes your left hand in hers, her fingers tracing over your ring finger and imagining the ring that will sit there one day. Unbeknownst to you, the ring was already finished and had been for months, hidden in a secret compartment in the desk in Shuri's office. She was just waiting for the right moment to pop the question, and to receive your mother's permission for your hand. "They gave their blessing for our union." Shuri starts, still eyeing your finger, "My mother loved you. My brother did too." Shuri looks up at you, and her eyes are full of unshed tears. "I would've married you the moment I saw you if I knew what would happen."

You pull your hand from Shuri’s and cup her cheek, prepared to wipe away any tears that fall, "Ingelosi." You coo, pulling her face to yours and connecting your lips. "They're always with you," You tap her chest, right over her heart, "And they'll have the best seats in the house at our wedding."

Shuri sighs as her lips spread into a breathtaking smile that you return, "Ndikuthanda kakhulu." (I love you so much)

"And I love you."

The sweet moment is interrupted as a scientist hesitantly approaches, holding a holopad. "Forgive me for interrupting Panther and Princess, but the Royal Talon Fighter is ready." The scientist hands Shuri the pad and she quickly double-checks their work.

"Is the flight plan set?"

"Yes, Panther."

"We can begin boarding, then." Shuri hands the holo pad back to the scientist who salutes the both of you before taking their leave.

Shuri watches them for a moment before turning to you, planting both hands on your waist. "I want you to have at least one pair of kimoyo beads on you at all times." You raise your right arm, wiggling your wrist and showcasing the beaded bracelet, "And the other ones?" Shuri questions, prompting you to gesture to your ears where a pair of black studs identical to Shuri's own, sit.

"And the other one?"

You reach past the collar of your shirt, producing the black pendant that–to the untrained eye–looks like a black nameplate necklace.

"Good girl," Shuri muses as her hands drop lower on your waist, closer to your hips, "I'll be tracking your location the entire time, but I want you to call me at least once a day. And send me a video of your hotel room."

"Yes, my Shuri." You smile. You couldn't be annoyed with her overprotective tendencies if you tried. It warms your heart (and other places) to think of the lengths she'd reach to ensure your safety while still making sure to respect your space and autonomy, though you don't mind living within the vibranium-clad safety of her arms for all eternity.

Shuri brings you in for a lingering kiss, using her lips as a last-ditch effort to get you to cancel your trip and stay with her. She barely holds back a petulant whine when you pull away to rest your head on her chest for a moment before you press your lips to her neck right next to her panther necklace.

"I love the sound of your heartbeat, ingelosi yam. I wish I could take it with me everywhere." (my angel) You mumble in her ear, kissing her marble-carved jaw as you cup her cheek to taste her lips again.

"You keep kissing me like this and I'm going to dismiss everyone and take you right here on this tarmac." Shuri speaks against your lips, before connecting your lips again.

"Mmmm. I don't want to leave you, i-panther yam." You smile drowsily, drunk from the taste of your love.

"And you won't, this is the last time you're going to America for that Bast-forsaken job, ikumkani wam." (My queen) Shuri intertwines your fingers before lifting them to her lips, kissing the palm of your hand, "I have a position for you here as soon as you're ready. Better pay, better everything. And you'll be where you belong; by my side."

"You're incredible, Shuri."

"I'm yours, y/n. I'd move heaven and earth for you." Shuri desperately presses her lips to yours again.

The two of you separate, but remain in each other's arms as you watch Ayo and Aneka go through their own–more reserved–parting.

"Who do you think will get married first, us or them?" You glance up at Shuri.

Shuri glances at you out of the corner of her eye, "They got married already." She continues when your jaw drops, "It was a secret ceremony in the garden with just a few guests. Aneka's trying to convince her to have a reception with everyone later, after everything settles down a little more."

"When was this? Why wasn't I invited?"

"I was barely invited, ubusi. Plus, it was a last minute thing; I only had a 30 minute warning. You were wrapped up in a Zoom call, I think."

You nod, reaching up to rub the faded back of shuris head and she immediately leans her head into your hand with a hum.

"You behave yourself while I'm gone, Shuri yam."

Shuri looks offended, "I always behave."

You side-eye her, but don't respond as Aneka approaches. You turn to Shuri, pressing one more lingering kiss to her lips before reluctantly pulling away, keeping your hand interlocked with hers until you physically couldn't hold on any longer. You keep your eyes on her until you had to turn around to go up the ramp to the Talon Fighter with Aneka & the Queen's Guard members behind you.

As the aircraft lifts off, you catch sight of Shuri standing in the same place you left her. She presses a kiss to the palm of her hand before turning it towards you.

~Eight Days Later~

To say you were burnt out would be the understatement of the century.

Your boss has been on your ass with tasks since he received word that you'd landed. You've been in meeting after meeting, most of which could've–and should've–been emails. Even your dinners were taken from you, as you were either taking work home, or your coworkers insisted on getting drinks after work which often lasted until well after your bedtime.

The lone bright spot in your days were your nightly phone calls with Shuri, where she usually sits and stares lovingly as you animatedly recount your day, including your growing disdain for your coworkers.

"You know," Shuri starts, pulling on one of the curls resting on her forehead, "I can have a resignation letter to you within the hour."

"I'm thinking about taking you up on it. These people are exhausting and if they aren't demanding my attention, they're second guessing my every breath, only to do what I'm suggesting anyways and then not give me credit for it. I'm not sure how much longer I can–" You trail off as you take notice of Shuri's background, the unmistakable color of the elevator in her lab catching your attention. You do some quick math; if it's almost 9PM in New York, and Wakanda is 7 hours ahead, that means it's almost–

"Shuri Udaku!" You exclaim, nearly knocking Shuri off her chair, "It is 4AM! Why are you still awake?"

"I love the way you say my name, ingelosi." She smirks, but it quickly fades when she sees your serious face is unchanged. "We've had a couple incidents of groups trying to breach the borders. They haven't gotten through, but I'm updating and strengthening the security measures of the border barriers. Our preliminary investigations suggest that the incidents are connected, so we're also preparing to go on a recon mission to find out more information."

Your heart clenches as fear begins to sink its claws into you. It didn't matter how powerful she was as the Black Panther or how she has the ability to heal injuries that should be fatal with little to no recovery time. She was still your Shuri and you still wanted to put her in a bubble so no one could cause her any harm, physical or otherwise. While you lacked the agility and power she had, you were just as protective over her as she was over you.

Shuri must've sensed your internal conflict, "It's a simple investigation, ubusi. We go in, collect as much intelligence as we can, we leave. We already have a few suspicions on the nationality of the perpetrators and they aren't nearly as advanced as we are–"

"Nobody is as advanced as Wakanda." You cut in bitterly.

Shuri flashes a smile, "Yes, sthandwa sam, but they left some of their gear behind at their last attempt. Most of it looks homemade." Shuri jumps up from her chair, running over to a pile of what appears to be junkyard scraps on a nearby table as she launches into an explanation about components and overlays and relays. Now it was your turn to stare lovingly into the hologram as she monologues.

There's no phone call the next day, but Shuri makes sure to text you. We're headed out on recon today, sthandwa. We should only be a few hours, but I have Griot programmed to notify you if we're gone longer. I love you my queen, Your Shuri.

The message goes unread for a few hours as you were unable to get away from work. Once you read it, however, you start pacing a trench in your hotel room floor as fear and anxiety return in full force and you're unable to ward it off in your exhausted, post-work state. You can't eat, you don't want to lay down for fear of falling asleep and missing Shuri's message notifying you that she'd returned home safely. You need something to distract yourself at least for a few more hours.

A metaphorical light bulb goes off in your head, Shuri's box. You scramble to your suitcase, rooting around and throwing your neatly folded clothes out of the way until your hands come in contact with the box in question. You sit on the edge of the bed as you slide the lid off, a purple velvet drawstring pouch coming into view. You remove said pouch from the box, eyeing it curiously but a folded piece of paper under the pouch catches your attention.

Shuri's scribbled attempt at cursive greets you, drawing a fond smile from your lips, her brain always did move faster than her hands:

To my love,

If you're reading this, then I failed at getting you to cancel your trip to America. But that means I finally get to give you this. Yes, it's a vibrator. Meant to mimic the feel of my strap, so that your few lonely nights away from me might pass a little quicker.

Obviously, it won't compare to the real feeling of me fucking you, but I hope it's close enough to give you the pleasure you need.

I hope I get to watch you use it someday.

I-panther Yakho (your panther),

Shuri

P.S, the lube in the bottle is designed to make you more sensitive. If it works as I hope, your orgasm will be more intense.

You gasp, tossing the note aside as you open the bag and unsheathe your new toy, heat already pooling in your core in anticipation. It's bigger than you expected; the black material accented by deep royal purple is perfectly curved upwards, designed to stroke your g-spot with every thrust. You note the buttons on the base and press each one to see what they do. The first one triggers the vibration and pressing it again cycles through four levels of intensity and various patterns. The second button activates some sort of circular motion in the shaft of the toy, and you make a mental note to try that one out later. The third and final button expands the toy, adding at least two inches of length and a half inch of girth. You shake your head in disbelief, amazed at the mind and creativity of your lover. You look through the box again, locating the small black bottle before setting both items aside and beginning preparations for your evening.

Less than an hour later and you're finally ready; you'd managed to choke down a small dinner of soup and a half sandwich from the room service menu and ordered a bottle of your favorite wine to sip on. You crack open the door leading to your balcony, letting the warm New York breeze float into your hotel room to cool your already heated skin. You pick up your kimoyo bracelet, deflating when you're met with a blank notification panel, signaling that Shuri still isn't home.

"Griot."

"Yes, Princess."

"Can you soundproof this room?"

"Scanning…...The room is now soundproof."

"Thank you, Griot."

Your eyes keep trailing over to the toy and lube sitting on your bedside table as you stand before the full body mirror, and you suddenly feel shy. The last time you had to take care of your own needs was years ago–before you met Shuri–and her already high libido and stamina had shot through the roof once she took the Herb; the two of you rarely went more than two to three days without touching each other.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before gliding your hands across your shoulders towards the collar of your shirt, slowly popping the buttons and allowing it to fall from your shoulders. You admire how your tits look in your lacy bra, squeezing the soft mounds in your hands and trailing the tips of your fingers over your nipples until they stiffen into peaks. You head for your pants next, popping the button and shimmying them down over your hips and thighs before they bunch at your ankles. They fly across the room as you kick them off your legs and you turn your attention to the matching panties you have on, turning to run your hands over your smooth skin and admire how the cut of the back compliments the shape of your ass and the placement of the band accentuates your waist. Your time in Wakanda did you good, if your tan & curves are anything to go by.

You reach behind you to unhook your bra, quickly discarding it with your other clothes before returning your hands to your breasts, trying to mimic the way Shuri would massage them. Small moans begin to escape you as you roll your already sensitive buds between your fingertips, slick beginning to pool in your panties.

You wish Shuri was here, you can practically hear her voice in your head, "Wet for me already, sthandwa?"

"Yes, my Shuri. I'm so wet for you." You moan to the empty room before wiggling your panties down your legs and laying on the bed. You spread your legs and expose your glistening heat to the cool air of the room, pulling a gasp from your lips. One hand remains on your breast while the other trails down your stomach to swim through your folds and even you're shocked by how wet you are already.

"Oh my God." You moan as you apply the slightest pressure to your clit, circling it slowly as you begin to edge yourself. You grab the bottle on the bedside table, squirting some of its contents onto your hand and applying some to your nipples and the rest mixes with the wetness between your thighs.

You're lost in your pleasure, rocking your hips into your hand as soft moans and calls of Shuri's name fall past your lips. You pull your knees up to your chest as dip your fingers into your entrance, fucking yourself on your fingers.

Frustration begins to eat at you after a few moments; you can't reach as deep as you want to, as deep as Shuri can. You reach over and grab the dildo, applying a generous amount of lube–that you didn't need, considering how wet you were–and sliding the toy through your wetness, circling the tip around your clit before sliding lower to press at your hole. A loud moan escapes you as you push in slowly, fisting the sheets and arching your back while you give yourself time to adjust to the size; it's a perfect fit.

The stretch of the dildo inside you is delicious, "Shuriiii, oh–" The feeling is so similar to Shuri's strap that imagining her thrusting into you instead of your hand is that much easier.

"Undithatha kakuhle sithandwa sam." (You take me so well my honey.) The imaginary Shuri in your head moans out as she fucks into you.

You can only close your eyes and cry out, holding onto the sheets for dear life as the wet sounds your cunt makes with every movement bring you closer to the edge. "Just like that baby. Fuck me just like that. Oh my God, Shuri!"

Something in the air shifts as your subconscious detects an unmistakable presence; you feel her, before you see her and your heart flutters as you crack your eyes open, slowing your thrusts with the toy to clear your vision and you're met with the shock of your life.

There, in her full Black Panther suit, is the love of your life.

You jolt upright, dildo and your impending orgasm long forgotten, "Shuri? Baby is that you?"

The helmet retracts, revealing the smirking face of your Queen as she crosses the threshold of your balcony to enter the room. She stalks across the room, stopping at the foot of the bed, her eyes glued to your dripping cunt, "I take it you like my present."

"I– How–You're here."

"We were in the area after the mission, which was a success, by the way. I had them drop me off." Her eyes trail over your naked body, "Seems I came at the perfect time. Lay back down, sthandwa sam."

You follow her instructions, spreading your legs as you grip the handle of the dildo, moving to pull it out but Shuri stops you.

"No, leave it in." Shuri steps away, heading towards the armchair near the foot of your bed. She taps her kimoyo beads and her full suit retracts, revealing her black Under Armour gear before sitting in the chair and spreading her own legs, never taking her eyes off of you, "Show me how you fuck yourself with it. But you don't cum until I say so, ndicacile?" (Am I clear)

"Yes," You whimper at the way her thick accent curls around the vulgar words before you begin again, eager to put on a show for your Queen. You reach for your nipples again gasping at how sensitive they've become. "Shuri, mmm–"

Your eyes flutter closed as your orgasm builds, the stimulation of your nipples and the feelings and sounds your pussy makes leading you to the most blissful sensory overload.

"Umanzi kakhulu, mama." (She's so wet, mama) Shuri comments from her corner. If you were to open your eyes, you would see Shuri laser focused on your pussy, the panther within ready to pounce and mark her territory.

"Ufuna i-panther yakhe. Ndifuna i-panther yam." (She wants her panther. I want my panther.) You moan out, your breathing becomes shallow as you fly to the edge. You don't want to disobey your panther, but you're not sure you'll be able to stop yourself when you get there even if you wanted to.

Shuri doesn't respond, but you hear her breathing. You chance opening one eye to look at her and the sight before you almost sends you over the cliff.

There sits Shuri, bottoms gone, one leg thrown over the arm of the chair with her hand gliding through her folds, spreading her wetness around her pretty pussy with her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. Her eyes pull up to meet yours and you stare at each other for a few moments.

"Uyabona indlela ondenza ndibemanzi ngayo? Ukubukela nje wena." (You see how wet you make me? Just from watching you) Shuri breathes out as her spare hand grips the armrest, and you can tell she's close.

You reach your hand out to her, "I-panther yam, come here. Let me taste you."

Shuri rises immediately, stripping off her top and sports bra as she crosses the short space between you and stopping at the side of the bed. "Undifuna phi?" (Where do you want me?)

Your hand grazes through her slick folds as your mouth waters at the thought of tasting her, "My face. Sit on your throne, my queen."

Shuri wastes no time climbing onto the bed before settling over you, her beautiful, dripping cunt hovering just over your mouth, "Ndicela ungandigezeli." (Please don't tease me.)

You don't respond, instead gripping Shuri's hips and bringing her pussy down to within your mouth's reach before going to town. You start by licking a flat stripe up her folds, collecting as much of her essence on your tongue as you possibly can, moaning at her taste, "You taste so good, my love." You abandon the dildo inside of you, bringing your other hand up and parting her folds to wrap your lips around her clit and suck.

Shuri throws her head back, a loud moan falling from her lips as she begins rocking her lower lips against your face "Ewe, Nkosi, Ewe." (Yes, oh god, yes.)

You squeeze and slap Shuri's ass, lurching her forward so she grips the headboard, giving her more leverage to ride your face as you flatten your tongue to let her use you. You trail your hands up to her breasts, coating them in the leftover lube covering your fingers before rolling her sensitive buds between your fingers.

She throws her head back, a fresh river of slick flowing out of her and directly onto your waiting tongue as her hips lose their rhythm and her thighs start shaking; a telltale sign that she's about to cum.

You sink two fingers into her, scissoring them apart and massaging her inner walls before curling them and rubbing against that spongy spot as you suck her pulsing, swollen clit.

"Nje kanjalo. Ndifake nje kanjalo!" (Just like that. Fuck me just like that!) Shuri fists your hair into her hands to keep you in place as her orgasm takes her. Her juices flow out of her like a breached dam and her entire body shakes as she cries out. You wrap your hands around her hips to keep her from lifting off of you as you eagerly drink up every last drop she has to give you, then pumping your fingers a few more times in tandem with your mouth on her clit to coax more liquid from her.

Shuri throws her head back and begins rocking against your fingers again, moaning uncontrollably as another orgasm approaches.

"My greedy girl," You smile, French kissing her puffy clit, "You want to cum again?"

Shuri’s hands move to play with her nipples as she nods frantically, "Ndiyacela. Ndicela undenze cum for kwakhona." (Please. Please make me cum again).

You add a third finger, thrusting them inside of her while your thumb works her clit "Ride my fingers, pretty girl. Just like that."

Shuri's hands start shaking around her breasts as her second orgasm washes over her with a cry of your name and you seal your lips around her clit, sucking to draw it out for as long as possible before Shuri collapses next to you, drawing you into a deep kiss and humming as she tastes herself on your lips.

You hold her in your arms as you wait patiently–as intense as her orgasms are, it never takes her long to reload to be ready to go again.

Sure enough, less than three minutes later Shuri is pulling your head up to hers before trapping you in a passionate kiss. She wastes no time working her tongue into your mouth as she pushes you onto your back, climbing over you and spreading your legs. She pulls her lips away from yours as she takes hold of the toy, slowly pushing it in and out of you as you both watch. "Ingaba ukunditya ngaphandle kukwenza ubemanzi kanje sthandwa?" (Does eating me out get you this wet, honey?)

You nod as your hips start rocking, meeting each thrust. "Mmmm, yes."

"Uyakuthanda ukukholisa i-panther yakho, akunjalo?" (You love pleasing your panther, don't you?)

"Shuriiii, please." Your back arches as the coil within you tightens, ready to snap.

"Nceda ntoni, ntombazana entle? Ingaba udinga ntoni?" (Please what, pretty girl? What do you need?)

"I–I wanna cum on your strap, Shuri. Wanna cum all over you." You're floating, babbling nonsensically as you twitch uncontrollably.

Shuri hums before she's shifting on top of you, resting on her knees as she taps her kimoyo bracelet and your favorite strap materializes on her hips, "Yilento ubuyifuna, nkosazana?" (Is this what you wanted, princess?)

You slowly rub your clit as Shuri gets ready, lubing up her strap and pulling the dildo from you, discarding it out of your sight before gripping your thighs and spreading them apart.

"Undilungiselele?" (You ready for me?) Shuri asks as she shifts the strap closer to your entrance, at your nod, she issues her next command, "Yifake." (Put it in)

You guide the tip to your waiting hole and Shuri doesn't hesitate to sink in to the hilt, pulling loud moans from the both of you as her hips connect to yours. "Oh, Shuri. You feel so good baby." You gasp out as she sets a brutal pace, fucking into you deep and hard.

Shuri hooks your knees over her arms and leans forward, changing the angle and forcing your legs to stay open as she reaches depths that only she can hit.

Her name leaves your lips like a prayer as she drills into you relentlessly "Yessss baby just like that. Right there right there. Oh my God I'm cumming. Shuri I'm gonna cum!" Your moans turn into screams of pleasure as Shuri fucks you senseless.

"Yiza kum, ngelosi." (Cum for me, angel) Is all she needs to say before your orgasm overtakes you. Your legs lock up, toes curling as your pussy gushes all over Shuri and her strap. Your thighs start shaking uncontrollably as Shuri fucks you through the aftershocks, holding you down so you can't squirm away. It's only when tears begin leaking from your eyes does she let up, thrusting shallowly as she leans back and rubs your thighs to bring you back to Earth.

She stills inside you, pressing kisses to your neck and cheeks as your breathing begins to slow down, "Intombazana elungileyo kum." (Such a good girl for me) She speaks to you softly, caressing any piece of skin she can reach.

"I've never cum that hard before." You giggle breathlessly and you feel Shuri smile into your neck, kissing your skin one more time before pulling back and staring into your eyes,

"I hope you don't think I'm done with you, entle." Shuri sends you a hopeful smile, which you return.

"I know, just a few more minutes, honey."

"Of course, sthandwa sam." Shuri kisses your lips as she slowly pulls out before laying next to you and kissing you softly as she wraps her arms around you.

You cradle her face in your hands as you return the kiss, sucking on her bottom lip before tangling your tongue with hers. Shuri grips your hips and pulls you flush against her body, making you gasp against her mouth.

Shuri smirks into your lips as she angles her head to kiss you deeper. Shuri begins thrusting slowly, the strap to slipping between your folds as she swallows your moans. You begin to meet her thrusts as you throw your head back and her lips drop to your neck, sucking and biting marks into your skin.

"Undilungiselele kwakhona?" (You ready for me again?) Shuri questions, looking down on you with hooded eyes that are flooded with arousal.

"Yes." You breathe, drunk on her love. Your body is pliant in Shuri's hands as she maneuvers you onto your stomach, your ass presented in the air and your back in a deep arch, just how Shuri likes it.

Shuri admires you from this angle before suddenly licking a fat stripe up your cunt, causing you to jump in surprise. She grips your left asscheek with her hand to spread you open as she swirls her tongue around your clit, moaning at your taste coating her tongue. "Ungcamla kamnandi." (You taste so fucking good). She comments, sealing her lips over your swollen clit and circling two fingers in your ocean before dipping them inside of you, her other hand stroking the strap between her legs.

"Uhhhh, Shuriiii." You moan out as your thighs begin to shake "You're gonna make me cum, baby."

Shuri merely hums as she nestles her face further into you. She curls her fingers once, twice, and on the third caress you let go. Your knees give out causing you to fall away from her mouth as you collapse on the bed. Shuri chases you and drinks as best she can as she continues to jack herself off, deep moans escaping rumbling low in her chest as she inches herself toward her own orgasm.

You look back at her, watching her hand move over the strap for a few moments, "You plan on cumming on the bed or in this pussy?" You ask as you lock eyes with her.

Shuri says nothing as she slides her hands under your hips, lifting your ass back in the air. She doesn't give you a moment before she sinks in balls deep, pounding your pussy, "Ngaba ufuna ndihambe nawe?" (You want me to cum in you?). Her voice is deep and goes straight to your core.

"Yesssss, fill me up baby." You fist the soaked sheets in your hands as your love takes you apart for the third time. "Gimme all of it."

"Uza kuyithatha yonke? Yonke i-cum yam kule pussy encinci." (You gonna take all of it? All my cum in this pretty little pussy.)

"Babyyyyy, you're gonna make me cum." Your legs begin to give out on you again and Shuri follows you, pressing you to the mattress as she lays on top of you and fucking you deeper than she ever has while whispering the filthiest things in your ear.

"Yibambe, mama. Ufuna uhamba nam." (Hold it, mama. Want you to cum with me.) Shuri begins swirling her hips, grinding into you and massaging your G-spot directly as you scream her name.

"Ndikhwaze, ntombazana. Yazisa wonke umntu ukuba ulungile kangakanani." (Scream for me baby girl, let everyone know how good I fuck you.) Shuri sits up, one hand on the back of your throat and the other fisted in the sheets as she begins pounding into you, using you for her pleasure as her orgasm approaches. "Ngubunjana kabani lo?" (Whose pussy is this?)

"It's yours, Shuri. It's your pussy."

"Undithe nca kum, andithi?" (She's so tight for me, isn't she?) Shuri's hips move like a piston with one goal in mind; to make the both of you cum as hard as possible.

"You fuck this pussy so good, Shuri. Don't stop baby please don't stop. I'm gonna cum." Your toes curl as your orgasm speeds closer, "Fuck me through it, baby. Fuck me through it. Fuck me hard just like that." You try to muffle your cries into the pillow beneath you, but Shuri fists her hand in your hair, pulling your head back as she continues to drill into you.

"Ndifuna ukukuva." (I want to hear you) She grunts as her rhythm begins to falter, "Ndizakuzalisa umhle kangaka." (I'm gonna fill you up so fucking good.)

"I'm cumming Shuri. Oh my God!" You squirt with a scream of Shuri's name and Shuri follows you over the cliff, her whole body going stiff as she presses into you and fills you to the brim before collapsing on top of you.

The two of you lay there for a while as you come down from what was easily the most intense orgasms you ever had together. You giggle mindlessly as Shuri starts to shift around and lift herself off of you, slowly pulling out and dissolving the strap with a tap at her kimoyo beads.

"What's so funny, entle?"

You shrug, giggling some more as Shuri helps you roll onto your back, smiling lovingly down at you before collapsing beside you and pulling you into her side.

"I love you." Shuri mumbles as she presses kiss after kiss to your hairline.

"I love you too, my panther." Your lips graze her jaw, "I missed you so much, Shuri. I don't sleep the same without you next to me."

Shuri looks down at you as she intertwines your fingers, "Then let's never sleep apart again."

fin.

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koffeewife · 11 months

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My Masterlist <3

Fluff or Non-smut

Take it Slow

At the Movies

I Love You

Best Girlfriend

Movie Day

Anon Request where reader can’t sleep

The Party

Don’t Wanna be a Player No More

Don’t Wanna be a Player No More Part 2

Classes

Crush

I’m Here (Like Always)

Better Together

The Order

She Doesn’t Play About Hers

Best Date Ever

If You Are

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Smut

Mess the Dress

Anon Request Part 2

Work

Minx

I’m sorry Queen

The shorts

Summer (Year-Round) Love

Work

Both (I’m Baby)

Poetry

Got it Like That

Your Panther

Unashamed

Day Off

Yours

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Smut leaning

Anon Request

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Angsty

Angst one-shot

Scotty

Make a Move

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Danielle

Danielle (I Am Danielle)

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Letitia

Feelings

Feelings 2

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Jamie Harrison

With Jamie Harrison

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Series

The Wrong Paper

The Wrong Paper 2

The Wrong Paper 3

The Wrong Paper 4

The Wrong Paper 5

The Wrong Paper 6/Finale

The Wrong Paper (Epilogue)

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Riri

Better Boyfriend

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koffeewife · 1 year

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FINALLYYYYYYY🥹🥹🥹

I need someone to help me with a tag list. I have no clue how to do it, I’m so sorry to anyone that wanted a tag.

F*ck my girlfriend Pt 2

The silence was palpable as Shuri walked into her apartment with Riri and you.

You watched as Shuri pulled her brown track suit off, revealing a black muscle tee. She turned to look at you, and pointed towards her bedroom.

You quickly grabbed Riri’s hand and headed for her bedroom. She had an impressively large bed. It was custom made, beyond the size of a regular king bed.

“Strip.” Shuri demanded, sitting on her large and comfy sofa by the far wall.

You knew not to make her wait and started to pull your two piece set off. She looked at Riri with narrowed eyes, as Riri stripped.

“Y/n, lay on the bed and spread your legs.” Shuri ordered. She leaned over, her arms on her thighs. “Riri, since you thought it appropriate to touch what doesn’t belong to you. I believe a lesson is due.”

Riri swallowed as Shuri, stood walking towards her dresser. She pulled out several items that had you dripping with anticipation.

You watched as she walked over to Riri and placed nipple clamps on her. Riri twitched slightly as Shuri ran her hands down her body before pushing her down on the bed.

“Lay back and spread your legs, like Y/n.” Was all she said, before Riri did as she was told. She laid beside you, her eyes showing her trepidation and desire. “Now, since you made my pussy come without my permission. A little retribution is owed.”

Your eyes widen as Shuri reveals two clit vibrating toys that you held a love/hate relationship with.

“Now, I’m going to place these on you both. If you come first, you merely get to watch as I fuck her. No release for you.” Shuri smirked as she placed the toys on our clits. “If Y/n comes first, I’ll allow you to come.”

Without warning she uses the remotes and places them at the highest setting.

“Fuck!” Riri pants, throwing her head back. You bite your lip to keep from moaning out as the vibrator suctions against your clit.

“Look at that pretty pussy.” Shuri praises, her eyes alight with mischievousness as she stares at your pussy. “It’s truly a sight. I know just how much power it holds.”

Riri frowns as her hips jerk up off the bed. You can see the fight on her face as she tries to fight off the release quickly approaching. You take a deep breath as you try to hold out, feeling that familiar feeling of euphoria nearing.

“Uhhhhh!” Riri cries out, as she loses the battle. You watch as her pussy gushes, your mouth watering as you see her pussy glistening with her juices.

“Fuck…” You cry out as you come right after her. Shuri looks smug as she turns the toys off and places them off to the side.

“Good girl, sthandwa.” She praises, running her fingers over your slippery core. “Let’s see how much my pussy comes for me.”

Riri groans as she watches Shuri kneel at the edge of the bed and pulls you by the thighs so her face is perfectly aligned with your pussy.

You watch Shuri, panting as she inhales your scent. You sigh as she dives face first in and starts toying with your clit. Her tongue running up and down, applying pressure as she licks.

You moan as she licks your pussy, her tongue determined as she does her tongue trick that has your head falling back. She was the best at eating your pussy, no one could compare. She knew that.

“Fuck, ma…” Riri whimpered as she watched Shuri eat you out. She had a look of envy her tongue swiping at her bottom lip as she stared at your pussy like she was starving.

Shuri increased the speed of her licks, sucking on your clit every now and then as you started to hump her face. You couldn’t fight off the urge to come as she played your pussy like an instrument with only her tongue.

Your legs shook as she coaxed the orgasm out of you. She smirked as she moved away, her face drenched with your juices. In a blink of an eye she was on top of you and was kissing you, letting you taste yourself.

“You taste so fucking good, mama.” Shuri breathed, as she straddled your waist. “I don’t know if you deserve anything else right now. After the way you were carrying on. Giving my pussy away, showing my body off…”

“Sh—“

“Quiet!” She growled, her hand quick to squeeze your throat as she stretched her hand behind her back to slap your pussy.

“You do NOT get to speak right now.” You knew she was pissed and would do what she wanted regardless of what was said unless you told her the safe word.

“Since you thought it appropriate to disrespect not only yourself and our relationship…” She hissed. “But to allow someone else access to my pussy. I want to see her fuck you. You don’t deserve my fingers, or my strap.”

You felt your throat dry as the words ran through your mind. She never denied you that before.

“Let’s see if she can have my pussy begging, gushing, squirting like I can.” She says, moving away and sitting on the corner of the bed. “And don’t you dare hold back, Riri. Let’s see if your balls are as big as you attempted to make them seem.”

Riri looked at you her eyes full of lust as she ran her hands over your naked body. She looked positively excited at the aspect of having you at her will.

Shuri went to her drawer to grab a strap on, one that was your least favorite. It was long but not as thick as the one Shuri wore. It was what she used when she wanted to punish fuck you. It rubbed against your spot tortuously while she fucked you again and again however it took a lot for your walls to grip it as it was thinner then a typical dildo.

Shuri moved behind Riri and placed the harness on her, you watched enthralled as the base of the harness that held a smaller but thicker dildo slid into Riri’s pussy. She bit her lip as Shuri secured the harness straps around her hips.

“She’s fucking dripping for you, sthandwa.” Shuri taunted as she ran her fingers over Riri’s hardened nipples.

“Now, while you get to fuck my pussy. I want you to remember one thing.” Shuri said, her lips to the side of Riri’s face. She had a hand wrapped tightly around Riri’s throat and the other on her knotless braided ponytail. “This pussy belongs to me. Every gush, every orgasm, every squirt. So while you fuck her, think about how she responds to you. Then when I SHOW you how she responds to me remember the look on her face, the sounds that came from her lips and the way her pussy twitches for me and imprint the memory in your mind.”

Your pussy was leaking like a faucet, drenching the bed in your slimy arousal. Shuri’s words had you worked up because as much as you needed to be fucked and were happy Riri was giving you some relief. You knew only Shuri could give you exactly what your pussy was aching for.

“See that look in her eyes.” Shuri grinned. Riri stared at you in interest. “She can’t wait to have me in that juicy pussy.”

“Fuck!” Riri swore, as Shuri released her and she surged forward. She thrusted the strap into you without warning, your eyes rolling as the tip of the dildo hit your g-spot instantaneously.

“Ooooooh…” You moaned out as she set forth a deliciously torturous pace. You cried out as she rammed the strap into you, her hips slamming against yours as she fucked you roughly.

Riri’s hands lifted your legs over her shoulder so you were more open and she could go deeper, while your mouth opened and your tongue felt dry. She smirked at you, as she gripped your legs, pressing them tightly together as she slammed into your tight pussy.

“Fuck! Baby…” Riri groaned as she fucked you so good. You couldn’t help the filthy expletives and sounds that left your mouth as she worked you over.

“Tell me how good I make you feel, ma.” Riri demanded, her thrusts getting faster. You could barely move, as she fucked you with your legs clasped together.

Your lips clamped shut as your eyes found Shuri’s. She looked positively captivated by the sight of Riri fucking you. She gave a slight nod, as her were focused on the both of you.

“Sooo good, mama” You huffed out, your tits were bouncing as she thrust in and out of you. You could hardly focus on anything but the need to come, as she spread your legs wide while still holding them up and started rubbing your clit. You were screaming at that point, she had turned what you thought was a terrible strap into a new favorite. It was like it was made for her, the way she worked your pussy with it.

“Please…” you cried out, your voice hoarse as she rubbed your clit faster.

It didn’t take long for you to come on her strap, your eyes closing as you screamed at the way she kept fucking you. She was pulling the orgasm from your body, elongating the feeling as you rode out the wave of euphoria that washed over you.

While you tried to catch your breath, she pulled out of you. Before you knew it a tongue was on your clit and a familiar strap was shoved into your pussy. Your eyes flew open to see Shuri thrusting her strap in you, and Riri’s lips fixed on your clit.

“Look at how she’s so open for me. All that fucking cream on this dick.” Shuri grunted as she slammed into you. “I can’t believe how she’s taking this dick, with your lips on her clit. What a good girl.”

You bit your lip as they worked you over, your hips moving to gyrate your pussy into Riri’s face as Shuri fucked you.

I’ve recently been going through a lot in my personal life with my homophobic/racist in-laws and depression and I’ve turned to writing as an outlet. I’m currently writing lesbian stories to release on Amazon. Hopefully you guys will love my original characters and stories because I have a lot to write about.

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koffeewife · 1 year

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angel & devil!steddie au masterlist

a list of everything I’ve written in my au where eddie and steve are the angel and devil on your shoulder

return to the main masterlist

we are your shoulders’ devil and angel

we’ve already seen everything…

at least just give her a hand

I’m just doing my part, same as you

you need this, you need us

touching you in public

angel & devil hcs

good luck kiss

inexperienced!reader thoughts

entangled

poor damsel in distress

you haven’t heard the kicker yet, babe

told you this was what you needed, baby

crush

I’m sorry

you just need some time to catch up

she’s a fucking dream

like the good little slut you are

comfort hcs

you really thought there wouldn’t be any consequences?

safe word hc

anyone could walk in and see

it sure looks like you’re not okay

you can’t run from me

I was trying to break my streak

soft side

I love you

are you okay?

you like it when I’m mean

pretty little dumb dumb

little mouse to our cat

you ready for more, sweetheart?

torturously slow

shut up and let me fucking enjoy this

you could just leave

aftercare hcs

you don’t want any part of you to burn, right?

a little treat

you like it when I help you, huh?

just a fantasy

just the tip

don’t worry, we’ll teach you

your dick can’t wait for the sun to rise

a flower in the breeze

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koffeewife · 1 year

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I need a shuriririxreader , koffeexreader , or shurixreader inspired by the song All Over by Magixx like y’all in the club or at a bashment and this song comes on and reader just bruck off inna whine soooo bad that they gotta leave early..🥲 whose gonna make my dreams come true🫣🫣

#shuri smut #shuri udaku #shuri x reader #shuriri #shuriri x reader #koffee #shuri imagine

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koffeewife · 1 year

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💳💥💳💥💳💥 A SERIES MA’AM!!

F*ck my Girlfriend

Ririxblackfemreader, established shurixblackfemreader, ending shuririxblackfemreader

Warning: Smut, fingering, thigh riding, finger sucking, public sex, voyeurism

“She probably out fucking hoes. Why you act like you don’t know who you cuffed?” Gia snorts, pulling Y/n’s phone from her hands. “Let’s go out…. Stop sitting home looking pretty for no one while your girl out doing her.”

“You know she don’t like when I go out.” Y/n sighs, knowing Shuri would snatch her up real quick.

“Bitch! I’m about to slap the sense back into you! Stop letting this hoe play with you! You used to be out here doing you and now she got you at home looking stupid.” Gia snaps her fingers in y/n face.

Y/n looks to the phone in Gia’s hand in defeat. Had she really allowed herself to look that pathetic? Why was she even trying to make someone happy that didn’t even care to do the same for her?

“You know what, let’s go to that club you were talking about the other day.” Y/n states. She was going to have fun and fuck Shuri if she had a problem with it. She’d just had to suck it up as Y/n did.

“Yes!!!” Gia exclaims, clapping her hands together. “You better show tf out too, let everyone know you a baddie babe.”

(Y/n looks)

Y/n gets ready and takes selfies, as she listens to music that hypes her up to be on her bad bitch mood.

(Y/N outfit)

“Oooh! Bitch!” Gia shouts, recording Y/n with her phone. “Y/n on take somebody unclaimed bitch time!”

“Tell me my baby don’t look good!” Gia hyped up Y/n as she twirled for the camera. After Gia finished recording, she posted them on Y/n’s story.

As they were pre-gaming, Y/n’s phone was blowing up. Shuri was texting and calling but Y/n laughed it off. Fuck her! She ain’t wanna pick up the phone until she seen Y/n about to go out and do whatever.

“Bitch you better leave them beads.” Gia snapped, gesturing towards Y/n’s hand. She took the bracelet off and left it on the dresser before grabbing her clutch and heading out.

💕

The club was lit when they walked in. Everyone was having a good time, as Y/n and Gia walked in everyone’s eyes were on them. Y/n was very well known in their college town.

“Bitch… ain’t that Riri over there?” Gia exclaimed seeing Riri in a section with a girl sitting beside her. Riri’s eyes were on Y/n from the moment she entered the club, she leaned into the girl beside her and said something before waving her away.

“She just booted her bitch.” Gia laughs, watching as the girl mean mugged Y/n. Riri gestured for Y/n and Gia to come over and Y/n scoffed.

No bitch was going to summon her. If she wanted her, she had to come get her. Y/n walked to the bar with Gia and ordered some drinks.

As they chatted and swayed their hips to the music, several people came up trying to hit on her. None of them being her type or even remotely attractive enough for her to entertain them so she brushed them off.

Gia was approached by a fine ass man with locs and tats, and she let him lead her to the dance floor where she started showing out. Y/n was smiling as she watched her friend let loose.

“So you really made me come over here?” Riri says, standing beside Y/n in Gia’s spot.

“Do I look like a fucking pet?” Y/n rolled her eyes as she downed yet another drink that had been sent her way.

“You look like you could be my pet.” Riri retorts, her tongue running over her bottom lip as she gave Y/n the once over.

“Isn’t Shuri your friend?” Y/n asks, snorting at the disloyalty.

“Friend or not. If I see a fine ass woman like yourself not being treated right, I step in.” Riri smirks, running her hand along y/n’s hip.

“So you knew she was doing me bogus, is what you’re saying?” Y/n scoffs.

“Mamas, you knew she was doing you bogus.” Riri declares. “Now do you really want to spend the night worrying about someone that isn’t worrying about you? Or would you rather spend the night having someone’s attention solely on you.”

Y/n stated at Riri before downing another drink and taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor. She was going to have fun, she’d been on Fuck Shuri the whole way there. She wasn’t about to pussy out of doing her.

Girlfriend by Ruger starts playing and she lets the music wash over her as if it were fate it started playing.

Y/n started whining into Riri, her ass pressing into her core. Riri’s hands gripped her waist as she rolled her hips to match her rhythm.

“Can’t seem to take my eyes off you..” Riri sand in Y/n’s ear. “Especially your python move..”

As the song played, Y/n moved seductively to the beat before turning in Riri’s hold to whine to the floor while their eyes were locked.

A few songs played and Y/n whined, hip rolled and belly danced for Riri. Everyone’s eyes were stuck on the pair as they moved sensually as if they were fucking. It was so intimate, and sexual no one could look away.

Gia was beaming from her spot on the dance floor as she recorded Y/n and Riri. She posted it on her story and page and tagged Y/n, to rub it in Shuri’s face.

A while passed and Y/n felt bold, she grabbed Riri by her chin and kissed her.

Riri grabbed her by the throat and pulled her away from her lips.

“You want me to make you feel good?” Riri asks, her hand slightly squeezing y/n’s throat.

Y/n nodded her eyes filled with a lusty gaze as she stared at Riri who grinned.

“Let me hear you say you want me to make that pussy gush.” Riri demands, her eyes darkening as she waited.

Y/n’s mouth opened and closed as her clit twitched at Riri’s words. She definitely was into being submissive to someone that had that dominant energy.

Y/n stayed quiet as she stared at Riri, her eyes showing her defiance. She was not going to give in, she wanted to see how far she could push Riri.

“Ight bet. Since you wanna be stubborn, I’ll just go get another drink and chill.” Riri smirks, moving as if she were going to leave.

Y/n’s hand grasped her wrist in panic. She wanted her and Riri knew it. She decided to be obedient, at least for now.

“I want you to make my pussy gush, Daddy.” Y/n said, seductively. She felt a rush of excitement as Riri swallowed hard and pulled her in by the throat so their faces were touching and her lips moved against hers.

“Ask nicely.” Riri demands, her tone harsh.

“Please fuck me to sleep, Daddy.” Y/n corrects herself, blinking at Riri in impatience.

“There, now was that so hard?” Riri smiles, before release Y/n.

“Let’s go back to my section, mamas.” Riri guided her towards her section, ordered a bottle as she they sat. She pulled y/n into her lap, hiking her dress up and positioned her on her thigh so it aligned with her core.

“Fuck yourself on me, show me how much you want me.” Riri commanded, pulling Y/n’s hair so she had access to her neck.

As the bottle girl came over with the bottle, she took it while her lips were attached to y/n’s neck. She opened the bottle and put it to y/n’s lips as she watched her grind on her thigh.

“Drink it, while you make a mess on my thigh mamas.” Riri urged her. Y/n moaned out as Riri tilted the bottle and made her drink as she rode her thigh, sliding her soaking pussy along her.

“That’s it, mamas.” Riri groaned, as her panties flooded beneath her mini dress as the feel and sight of Y/n getting off on top of her. She played with her nipples through the tight white fabric, feeling her pussy throb as Y/n twitched and started to shake on top of her.

She pulled the bottle away, seeing she drank 1/4 of it and grinned as she saw a little bit of liquor and drool at the corner of her mouth. Riri pinched Y/n’s nipples as she threw her head back and moaned out as she came on her thigh.

Y/n breathed harshly as she felt her pussy gush on Riri’s thigh, she was gasping for breath as she felt her pussy ache for more.

“Good girl.” Riri cooed, turning Y/n in her lap so she could face her and she attacked her lips ferociously. She placed her hand to her core and felt just how wet she was, Y/n’s pussy was flooding and she made a sound in her throat at the feel of it.

“Please…” Y/n pleaded, she wanted Riri. She could give a fuck that they were in a club, or in an elevated section that was in view of everyone in the club. She needed Riri to make her pussy feel good.

“What do you want, mamas?” Riri asked, against her lips. Her hand still toying with her pussy, the smell of Y/n’s pussy filling her nose. She inhaled the scent, humming to herself.

“You!” Y/n gasped as Riri pressed against her clit, then pinched it. “Fuck! I..I.. want your fingers, fuck me p.. please…”

Riri felt empowered at Y/n’s begging, she instantly thrust two fingers into Y/n’s drenched pussy hearing the wet squelching sound even over the blasting music as she moved her fingers in and out at a fast pace.

Y/n wrapped her arms around Riri’s neck and buried her face into her shoulder crying out as Riri fucked her with her skillful fingers. Her pussy clenched as Riri curled her fingers upwards and hit that sweet spot over and over as Y/n clung to her making sinful sounds that had her pussy leaking onto her inner thighs.

“How does this feel, mamas?” Riri inquired, her fingers working Y/n over. “Do you like the way I’m fucking this juicy pussy?”

“Y..yessssss…” Y/n hissed out as Riri added a third finger, slamming her fingers into her. She didn’t care about the fact that it was obvious to anyone watching that she was being fucked.

“Hmm…” Riri hummed. As Y/n’s pussy clenched and she let out a plethora of expletives. She felt Y/n gush all over her fingers, her juices dripping down her fingers. “Look at the mess you made, mamas.”

Riri removed her fingers, clicking her tongue as she held them up for Y/n to suck. Y/n took them in her mouth without hesitation and sucked, her tongue licking at her juices and getting into the creases of her fingers.

“Fuck!” Riri swore. She watched as Y/n sucked her fingers as far as they could go in her mouth. “I’d love to see you suck my strap after I fuck you with it, mamas.”

Riri removed her fingers from Y/n’s mouth n’s gripped her hips. She was ready to take her back to her dorm and fuck the shit out of her. Before she could do anything, Y/n was snatched out of her hold.

Y/n was surprised, as she felt someone snatch her away from Riri. The hands were familiar, she was spun around and quickly realized just who had grabbed her. Even in the haze of her tipsiness she felt cautious.

“What. The. Fuck. Do. You. Think. You’re. Doing? Sthandwa?!?” Shuri growled, Y/n froze as she seen the anger on her girlfriends face.

“Exactly what you do.” Riri answered for her.

“Riri stay out of this before I forget that we were friends.” Shuri spit back, her eyes narrowed as she stared Y/n down. “Who do you think you’re playing with?”

Y/n swallowed as Shuri stared at her with barely contained rage.

“I’m just playing the game you started.” Y/n said, the liquor giving her courage. She was horny, and angry that Shuri had the audacity to ruin her fun. She wasn’t going to allow her to ruin her night, she didn’t owe Shuri an explanation as Shuri did as she pleased.

“I’ve never touched another woman.” Shuri snapped, her accent heavy.

“Stop fucking lying to me!” Y/n has had enough, she wasn’t going to keep allowing Shuri to play in her face. “You never answer my calls, my texts! You don’t even want me to come see you! I’ve seen you partying on my fyp more than I’ve seen you in person.”

“I may dance with women, I may even flirt but I’ve never touched another woman intimately while we’ve been together.” Shuri declined. She was breathing through her nose, trying to calm herself down.

“And that’s any better? Fucking having bitches grinding on you and throwing themselves at you as if you don’t have a whole girlfriend?” Y/n scoffed. “Don’t try that victim bullshit with me because I upped the ante on your trifling ass!”

“Y/n, don’t play with me!” Shuri demanded. Y/n pulled her dress back down, realizing it was still up.

“I’m not. I’d rather play with Riri.” Y/n taunted, looking up at Shuri in defiance.

Shuri grabbed Y/n by the neck, careful not to harm her as she was stronger with the powers of the herb and pulled her into her.

“Don’t ever in your life disrespect me like that!” Shuri scowled. She squeezed y/n’s throat slightly before looking towards Riri who looked concerned and aroused at the same time.

Shuri turned y/n in her arms, still holding her against her body.

“You liked touching what doesn’t belong to you? Hmm?” Shuri said, her hand gripping Y/n’s neck as she inhaled her scent. Her sense of smell was stronger and the smell of Y/n’s pussy was overpowering her anger in the moment. “Did you?!”

“Yes.” Riri muttered, shocked at how Shuri made her feel like she had to respond.

“How’d it feel? Y/n’s pussy is out of this world, no one compares so I know you must be overcome with thoughts of how to have her again.” Shuri taunted her. She ran her hands along Y/n’s curvaceous body, her lips sucking on Y/n’s spot.

“Exhilarating.” Riri admitted, feeling slightly confused at how submissive she was for Shuri. She’d been a dom fem for as long as she’d been gay.

“I bet you want to taste her sweet pussy, don’t you?” Shuri smirked, watching as Riri’s eyes dilated.

“Yes.” Riri answered honestly. At this point her panties were rendered useless. She locked eyes with Y/n who seemed to be even more effected than she was.

“Y/n do you want Riri to taste your sweet, delicious pussy?” Shuri asked, her words causin Y/n to moan out as the image appeared in her head.

“Yes, mama.” Y/n whimpered, any fight she had on her mind squashed instantly.

Shuri tightened her grip on Y/n’s neck and hip, and moved to whisper in her ear.

“Apologize for disrespecting me, then beg me to allow her to fuck you. To get you ready for me, sthandwa.” Shuri demanded.

Y/n’s wetness was leaking down her thighs at this point. She was so aroused she felt as if she could come from Shuri’s words alone.

“I’m sorry for disrespecting you, mama. I’m sorry for letting Riri touch me.” Y/n said, her tone pathetic as she tried to speak without stuttering. “Please let Riri get my pussy ready for you, mama. Please…”

“Hmm….” Shuri looked at Riri. “I guess she can, but she will not be strapping you. That is my pleasure and only mine!”

“Don’t ever forget it!” Shuri demanded. “I want to see just how willing Riri is to have my pussy.”

As she said ‘my pussy’ she cupped Y/n’s pussy over her dress and locked eyes with Riri.

“And do believe, you’ll be earning the privilege to make my pussy cum again. She is mine’s. If you want her, you have to earn it.” Shuri Deadpanned. “I will remind you of your place and if you take your punishment like a good girl, I’ll allow you to have my pussy again.”

“Let’s go.”

Let me know if you want me to make this a series 💕

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