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vampzxi · 1 year

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𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

preview: she hums as she pulls away, leaving a spit trail connected to her lips and your nipple. her mouth travels to your neck, and she nips at it, adding to the collection of purple marks that already stain your brown skin. her hands cup your tits as she kisses behind your ear, “fuck, you’re so perfect, y/n,” her breath tickles your ear, and you shiver, smiling at the sound of your name. “i need you to go in the room and lay down, pretty girl. can you do that for me?”

a/n: THANK FUCK this fic is finally finished it was kicking my ass so bad. very sorry for the wait, i had a bunch of shit going on at home and with my mental in general( a nigga was struggling☠️). i'm a little better now, but i'll probably be extending my break until a little after the 15th (a nigga is graduating!! :P). also this fic did not turn out the way i thought it was going to...who wrote this ? like hello ? also this is kinda unedited. if you see anything wonky, shh. i love u guyth. saur much. ok sorry for the long ass author's note, nobody reading allat.

word count: 7k+ (fics getting longer and longer..)

tags: LOTS of teasing, like i was pissing myself off writing this…riri plays too much, fingering, (semi) public sex, masturbation, voyeurism, phone sex?, dom!riri, sub!reader, slightly bratty!reader, avenger!riri, (slightly) cocky!riri, overstimulation, pussy eating, (slight) ropebunny!riri, crying, dacryphilia (listen…), face sitting (riri receiving), strap slanger!riri, degradation, humiliation, praise, video taping, there’s a plot if you squint, riri’s chain makes me hard, hair pulling, (slight) slapping, riri being a big softie at the end, umm probably more that i forgot. whoopsi!

dts!: @heejayy , @abenomeiiii , @playhousedistee , @cafehyunji , @amplifiedmoan @zayswriting , @vixentheplanet , @inmyheadimobsessed , @quintessencewrites , @marsolgy , @verachii , @saintwrld , @motheroffae , @dejaonline , @dominiquesheart , @izrinmabel1 , @mocha-aya , @shuriszn @yamsthoughts : i love you guys and every single interaction i have with you. u guys make me kick my feet so bad like...pls take care of yourselves. special dt to eden for giving me the idea to put raveena in here..love u fr.

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ok ENUFF w that... here you guys go! enjoy ;P

“no goodbye kiss?” riri pretends to pout at you.

“you can kiss my ass on the way out,” you grumble, slamming the door, “get the fuck out my car.”

you walk over to the trunk and grab her luggage as she steps out of your car. “baby, what i do?” she yells over the airplane taking off.

you scoff, rolling your eyes, “you kept teasing me on the way here. you know ion like that shit,” you say, handing over her luggage.

she smiles and reaches out, "aw baby, don’t be like that. it’s so easy to get you worked up, it’s cute. come here.”

you roll your eyes again and embrace her tight, letting her firm arms squeeze your torso, “i’m tired of your ass.”

she presses a quick kiss on your forehead, “i love you too,” she rests her head on yours, “it’s only for a weekend.”

you groan, “i’m sure the Avengers will be fine without ironheart.”

“and i’m sure you’ll be aight without riri,” she pulls away and looks at you smirking, “you miss me already, huh?” you gasp as riri pushes you against the car, her playful eyes lingering on your lips.

“ri, don’t start-” she presses her mouth against yours, and a quick moan slips from you. you feel riri grin against you as she hears you, deepening the kiss. as her tongue slithers into your mouth, chills travel down your spine despite the humid air. the knot in your stomach tightens.

she lightly bites your bottom lip as she slowly breaks the kiss, her eyes never leaving yours, “riri…” you sigh, her lips traveling to your neck.

“‘sup, ma?” she nips at your neck, sucking the dark skin hard enough to leave a mark. the pet name makes your knees buckle as you lean against the car. riri’s calloused hands slide up your shirt and rub your sides as you gasp lightly.

“there’s people…,” you tuck a moan into your lip as she bites at your collarbone, “you’re gonna miss your flight-fuck,” she slips her hand down your waistband, grabbing a handful of your ass.

“i embarrass you, ma?” she inquires, her voice muffled by the skin in her mouth as she presses her teeth into it. your entire body heats up as she looks at you, expectant.

“no..i just-riri!” your words die in your throat with a whimper as she pushes her fingers against your damp panties, laughing at how you squirm under her.

“she’s so wet for me, haven’t even touched her yet,” she runs her finger up your slit as you hold back a moan, “she’s begging me to taste her, yeah? what you think, mama?”

you nod quickly as she continues to rub you through your underwear, whining every time her finger passes over your clit. “really? i can’t tell, she aint loud enough for me.”

“riri please…” you make eye contact with a man struggling with his luggage, and you quickly divert your attention, your face turning hot.

“i should eat her right in front of the airport,” riri uses her free hand to caress your cheek, and you lean into it as she applies more pressure to your clit, “let everyone know who she belongs to. let everyone know how needy she is. she’d like that, huh?”

“fuck, riri,” you moan. you’re grateful for the sound of airplanes passing overhead, because if not for them, surely the entire parking lot would have known riri’s name. “i don’t care, baby, please. i’ll make a big mess for you right here and let you do whatever you want. just..please, riri. i need you.” the band in your stomach tightens as you listen to her giggle.

“louder, baby.”

“FUCK, RIRI, PLEASE,” you grind on her fingers as they move along your underwear, ignoring the curious glances of passerbys.

she kisses you tenderly, making you melt under her lips. “hmm..what i tell you?” she murmurs into your mouth, “too damn easy.” she slides her hand out of your pants and pops her fingers into her mouth, swirling them around. “make sure you pick me up at 6 on monday, aight, ma?” the sight makes your pussy throb, but you just scoff as you watch, frustration overtaking your arousal.

“nah,” you push yourself off the car, fuming, “you got legs, nigga. you can walk.” she opens her mouth but you cut her off, pushing your finger into her chest, “matter of fact, use that fucking suit you always messing with. figure it out.”

your jabs do nothing but amuse her as she watches you climb back into the car. “so…no goodbye kiss?”

you shut the door and roll the window down, glaring at riri. truth was, you really did want to kiss her. but your frustration barred you from even thinking about it. “text me when your plane lands.”

“yes ma’am,” she sighs. she kisses her two fingers and places them against your temple. you watch her walk away with her luggage and so desperately want her to turn around. to turn around and yell “fuck the Avengers!!” and hop back into the passenger seat and kiss you until the windows fog. but she doesn’t. you sigh and shove the keys into the ignition and turn your music to 100, pulling out of the parking lot.

you open the door to your shared apartment, cringing at the silence. normally, ri would have her tunes playing, usually switching between Tyler, the Creator, Kehlani, Chief Keef, or Lauryn Hill. her inconsistent music taste always made your head spin, but now you yearn for it. if it wasn’t music, then she was sprawled on the bed, begging you to play just “one match” against her in Mortal Kombat or Smash Bros., knowing she would whoop your ass. you always gave in anyways, just to see the satisfaction on her face.

you drag yourself into your room and plop into bed, opening your phone. you haven’t checked it since you left the airport, too frustrated to even peek. you scroll through riri’s texts, your guilt building with every missed message you read.

you shoot her a quick “made it home, love you too,” and throw your phone into your pillows, groaning. she’s been edging you all day, building you up just to stop you from finishing. when you asked her why, she simply giggled and said, “to give you something to look forward to when i come back.” oh she pisses you off.

your mind wanders back to the airport. riri’s voice bounces around in your head, “it’s so easy to get you worked up,” and irritation builds in your gut. you think about the way her hands fit perfectly around your ass as she gripped it, her dull nails digging into your soft skin. you think about the way her fingers curled in you as you surrendered to her touch. you replay the moment in your mind, biting your lip. you embrace the familiar tug in your stomach, recalling the way riri’s fingers grazed you. your face turns hot as you clench your thighs together, breathing heavily.

you peel your jeans off and toss them in the corner. your hand slithers down to your wet front and you sigh as your clit finally gets the pressure it’s been waiting so patiently for. your fingers trace your slit through your wet underwear, your pussy begging for the release riri’s been denying you. her laugh echoes in the back of your mind as you push your panties aside, your arousal sticking to the fabric. you smirk, recalling how her breathing faltered when you would whine in her ear, the sound of your voice spurring her on.

you grab your phone and go back to riri’s messages, your fingers pressing the voice memo option before you can even think about it. as your phone starts recording, you slip your middle and ring fingers inside of you, moaning at how easily they slide in. you close your eyes and think back to riri, the thought of her listening to your moans sending shivers down your spine. you feel yourself getting wetter as you imagine riri's rough hands and tongue exploring every inch of you, imagining her whispers trailing up your spine, her mouth leaving marks on your neck. you drag your fingers in and out, the messy noises of your cunt filling the room. “fuck,” you groan into your mic as you curl your fingers into your g-spot. your hips buck under your hand as you pump them inside of you, dropping the phone on your chest. your other hand travels to your clit, pressing your fingers against the swollen bud. your back arches from the pressure, and another quick moan is stolen from your lips. you feel your body getting warmer as you get louder, giving in to the pleasure that's building up inside of you.

“riri…i’m so close,” you slip another finger in, whining as you speed up. you trace circles into your clit as groans tumble out of your mouth, rising in octaves. tears blur your vision as you near your edge, forcing yourself to go further. your gasps become shorter and quicker as you push yourself to your orgasm, “fuck, baby, i’m gonna cum! i’m cumming,” your head swims as your walls clench around your fingers, whining.

your eyes roll to the back of your head as you release onto your fingers, the white liquid gushing onto your sheets. you slide your fingers out as your chest heaves. you bite your lip as you press send on the audio message, smirking. you don’t know when she’ll listen to it, but you know the thought of you touching yourself when she isn’t here will send her into hysterics. and you giggle at the thought.

you pick up your phone again and open the camera, flipping it so your face fills the frame. you look crazed, with your curls sticking to your forehead and your brown eyes dilated. you smile and press record, dragging your fingers into your dripping cunt again. you moan at the sensation, your jaw hanging open as you push your digits into your overstimulated pussy. you stare into the camera and bring your wet fingers to your mouth, wrapping your tongue around them. you lick your cum off of your fingers, grinning into your phone, “was that loud enough for you, mama?” you suck your fingers and swallow the last of it, winking into the camera. you stop the video and press send, watching until it says delivered.

you toss your phone onto the bed and step into the bathroom to clean yourself up. after a quick shower, you throw on one of riri’s shirts and step out and pick up your phone again, checking your messages. your stomach twists as you see 3 dots in the corner of your screen, indicating that riri was typing. you hop onto the bed again, grinning hard enough to make your face ache. your head spins as you anticipate her response. you can’t contain the giggles spilling out of you as you imagine her reaction to the attachments, but that smile quickly drops when the dots fade away. you blink at your screen, waiting for them to reappear. after 5 minutes of nothing, you groan and shut your phone off, burying your face into your hands.

irritation creeps up your spine as you stare at your phone. was she really icing you out? whatever. you didn’t care. or she was probably busy at work, actively saving people, instead of listening to her girlfriend fuck herself. duty calls or whatever. your mind races through explanations so fast that your head starts to hurt.

you sigh and stretch across your bed, sleep creeping its way behind your eyelids. your finger hovers over the call button, contemplating. her contact image smiles back at you, squeezing your heart a bit as you remember her in her first ironheart suit, where she was too excited to even sit still. you took the picture before she successfully completed her first test flight, her eagerness evident on her face.

you sigh and decide against calling her, figuring she was busy. thinking it’ll be better to wait til the morning. surely she was too preoccupied to even pick up. you roll over, burying your face into riri’s pillow, letting her scent trace the inside of your nose. you inhale the cocoa butter smell, letting it lull you to sleep.

bang!

you shoot up, sleep clouding your mind as you rub your eyes. you fumble for your phone and wince when the light hits your eyes. 3:17am. “hello?” you call out into the darkness, fidgeting with your hair. silence answers you, making you bite your lip. you slide out of bed and tiptoe to your closet, grabbing the vibranium gauntlet that riri somehow managed to swipe from shuri. you laughed at her when she told you to keep it, but now you’re silently thanking her as you creep into the living room. you slip the gauntlet onto your wrist, holding it out in front of you as you feel the faint hum of the vibranium travel up your arm.

you notice the door hanging ajar, and you stiffen, gripping the glove tighter. “i…i have a weapon!” you squeak out, heart racing, “wakandan, too! you don’t wanna fuck with me!”

a soft chuckle emanates from the couch, and you whip your head around, using the soft blue glow of the gauntlet to guide you. you point it to the figure shrouded in darkness that was sitting comfortably on your couch. “last warning,” you keep your distance from the figure, but you know the power of the gauntlet will reach them in seconds.

“babygirl, put that shit down before you hurt yourself,” her voice makes your blood run cold, but you also basked in the relief she bought, “you know you clumsy.”

“shit, riri what the fuck?” you turn off the gauntlet and throw your hands into the air, “i thought i was bout to end up on a fucking true crime podcast. what the hell are you doing here?”

“uh, i live here?” you roll your eyes as you reach for the light switch, flipping it on. the sight of her manspreading on your couch made your knees weaker. her red hoodie and matching sweatpants did nothing to help. “i figured i’d swing by ‘cause you missed me so much.”

you laugh, taking the glove off and setting it on the kitchen counter, “sure. what happened to being an Avenger? don’t you have babies to save, or whatever they do?”

she sighs and stands up, taking two swift steps to you. her R-chain glints in your eye as she stares down at you, smirking, “i’m sure the Avengers will be fine without ironheart,” you smile as she shoots your words back at you, “you’re so damn needy, couldn’t leave you alone for long.”

she reaches out and wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you towards her. your cheek rests against her shoulder as you murmur, “i’m not needy.”

“you ain’t?” she reaches into her pocket, pulling her phone out, “you sure?”

you scoff and nod, “yo ass just wanted an excuse to come see me,” you pull away, “hold on, how’d you even get here?”

riri opens her phone, scrolling, “flew in that fucking suit you were talking about earlier…here it is,” she looks at you, her face unreadable, “ain’t this yo needy ass?”

you stare at her, puzzled, until the sounds reach your ears. amidst the panic of thinking there was an intruder in your home, you completely forgot what you had sent to riri. it all comes crashing back to you as your sultry moans emit from her phone, making your face hot. the noises of you playing with your wet cunt filled the room, your heavy breathing getting louder with each push of your fingers. “riri…i’m so close..” you hang your head, but riri grips your neck, forcing you to look at her.

“you was so vocal earlier…what happened, ma?” she turns up the volume, letting your voice echo through the living room. the splashing noises of you fucking yourself grow louder, along with your whines, as your gasps come through the mic. you press your thighs together, attempting to hide the arousal sliding down them.

the sounds end as you finish, and she shoves her phone back into her pocket, never breaking eye contact with you. her eyes boring into yours made you shiver, a smile playing on her plump lips. her hand tightens around your throat, and a moan slips from your mouth, “there it is.” her hand travels down to your underwear, prodding your clothed slit, “she’s so wet and i aint even touch her.”

your legs buckle as riri pushes against your clit, amusing herself with the way you lean into her. “fuck, ri,” you widen the gap in your legs, giving more access to your leaking cunt.

“hm?” she pulls her hand away, “what you want, ma?”

you’re too pent-up to put up a fight. you sigh into her shoulder, mumbling, “i want you, ri.”

riri’s hand returns to your underwear as she prods at your bud once more, making you whine into her ear. her jaw clenches as your whimpers fill her head, wanting nothing more than to see you crying under her as she sluts you out. but you had to earn it.

“use your words, mama,” riri moves your panties aside, sliding a singular digit into you with ease. your grip on her arm tightens as she slowly pumps her finger in and out of you, her brown eyes staring into yours.

“shit,” you tremble under her, “riri no more teasing, please. i need you to make me feel good. put me in my place. make me your bitch-i’ll take anything you give me, baby,” you throw your head back as she slips another finger in, her slow pace making your mind foggy, “fuck me, riri.”

“you gon’ be a good girl and make a mess for me, baby?” she quickens her pace, making it hard for you to keep your balance, “you gon’ let me tear this pussy up?”

you frantically nod, listening to riri play with your arousal. her eyes light up at the sight of her fingers disappearing into you, entranced by the sounds of your squelching pussy. “i’m your good girl, ri. i’ll do anything you tell me.” your walls clench around her fingers, eliciting a low groan from the back of her throat. the sound makes you quiver, hungry for more.

riri’s boxers are beyond damp as she listens to you. “so messy for me,” she kisses your head as she pulls her fingers out and you gasp at the absence of her digits inside you, “do me a favor, baby, and i promise i’ll give you what you want.”

you whine as she steps away from you and you stumble slightly, “you promise?”

“yeah, baby, i promise,” you smile as she cups your face and kisses you gently, her breath tickling your upper lip. your tongue runs across her bottom lip and she grins against you. riri speaks in between kisses,“i need these,” she tugs at your underwear, “gone. and this?” she pulls at the shirt hanging from your body, “never wanna see it again.”

you giggle, rocking on your heels, “but this is your shirt.”

“i’ll be ight. it looks better on the floor anyways,” she watches as you slowly pull the shirt over your head, her eyes fixed on your erect nipples. she resists the urge to step forward and squeeze and lick at the brown buds, but she reminds herself to wait.

you toss the shirt onto the floor, and your panties are next. the fabric is borderline glued to your wet cunt as you peel them off and toss them in the same corner as your shirt. you look back at riri, curling into yourself as she stares at you. it’s been around a year since y’all got together, but her gaze still makes you nervous. you cross your arms over your chest, suddenly self-conscious.

“nah, baby, let me see you,” riri steps forward and moves your arms to your sides. her eyes fall to your chest again, and your breath falters as she reaches forward and envelops your nipple in her warm mouth. she groans under you as her other hand reaches up to fondle your other boob. you bite back a moan as you grip her braids, watching the way she kisses your chest.

“oooh! shit, ri,” she smirks as she bites on your nipple, making you wince. her wet tongue rubs over it, chasing away the sting she left.

she hums as she pulls away, leaving a spit trail connected to her lips and your nipple. her mouth travels to your neck, and she nips at it, adding to the collection of purple marks that already stain your brown skin. her hands cup your tits as she kisses behind your ear, “fuck, you’re so perfect, y/n,” her breath tickles your ear, and you shiver, smiling at the sound of your name. “i need you to go in the room and lay down, pretty girl. can you do that for me?”

“fuck you, ri” you gasp as you throw your head back and clench your thighs, the incessant buzzing between your legs driving you to tears.

as soon as ri stepped into the room, wearing nothing but her boxers, her R-chain, and a shit-eating grin, you knew she wasn’t done teasing you. “i’m making you work for this shit, you think i flew all the way down here just to give in to yo needy ass?” she chuckled, “you got me fucked up. hands above your head.”

“say that shit again, ma. i might just consider letting you go,” she uses her vibrator to apply more pressure to your clit, making your back arch off the bed. your hands squirm against your restraints as you cry out.

riri’s eyes are glued to your bloodshot ones, grinning so hard, you’re wondering how her damn face doesn’t hurt. “ri..fuck,” you pant, your sweat-slicked chest heaving, “i can’t. i’m gonna cum-ah!”

riri uses her free hand to slip 3 fingers into your puffy pussy, pumping at a rapid pace, “you can. and you won’t,” your overstimulated cunt clenches around her as she circles your sensitive clit with the vibrator, “not until you apologize.” a whimper tumbles out of your mouth as you buck your sore hips.

your eyes roll as another jolt of pleasure courses through you, making your stomach tighten. you grit your teeth in frustration as she bites at your trembling thighs, the stinging bringing you closer to your edge, “i..fuck!” you crane your head down, making eye contact with the grinning girl as her fingers continue to pound into you, “haah..kiss my ass.”

you smile weakly to yourself as you watch irritation cross riri’s face, “aight, bet,” she laughs, slowing her pace. you smirk as she pulls her fingers out, praying she’ll finally end the assault on your clit. but your prayers go unanswered as she increases the speed of the vibrator, making you flinch.

your voice cracks as she slips her fingers back into you, this time adding an extra one. she moans at the sound of you, relishing the way you crumble under her, “yeah, you was so big and bad earlier. what happened?” she curls her fingers into your sweet spot, and you can feel your orgasm starting to leak onto riri’s fingers.

“i’m sorry!” you wail, spit forming in the corners of your mouth, “ri, baby, i’m sorry! please, please, let me cum. i can’t hold it anymore.” hot tears cloud your vision.

“huh?” riri’s digits twist inside you, making your back arch once more. you wish your hands were free so you could smush that stupid ass grin off her face, “ian hear you, baby.”

“i’m sorry! i’m so sorry,” you start to babble, rutting your hips against riri, “i won’t do it again. i’ll be good. i was being needy because i missed you!”

riri’s fingers slow as she looks at you, “who’s my bratty girl?”

“i am,” you huff, the buzzing of the toy slowly creeping through your entire body.

“who’s pussy is this?”

“it’s yours, ri!”

riri hums and removes her fingers and the vibrator, making you sigh in relief. her lips gravitate to your swollen bud like a magnet, kissing it softly. “good shit, baby. let it out for me,” her tongue dances between your folds, “flood my shit.”

“fuck, i’m cumming, ri!” you squirm against your restraints and moan as riri’s fingers dig into your thighs, stopping them from closing as she licks you up.

her tongue grazes your clit and you squirt on her without warning, fat tears rolling down your face as your orgasm splashes onto riri. she opens her mouth, not letting a single drop go to waste. your arms burn from the strain of them hanging pathetically over your head as you struggle against them, watching riri continue to suck on your overstimulated cunt. “ri, baby-shit. i came, i came!”

“yeah.” riri mumbles into you as she sticks her tongue into your entrance, slurping you up. she eats you like your pussy is a drug, never stopping to come up for air. your legs twitch uncontrollably as she moans into you, the vibrations going straight to your core. she reaches up and tweaks one of your nipples, making your eyes cross.

your safeword is resting just behind your lips, ready to tumble out of your mouth, when riri presses one final kiss against your entrance and pulls away. “such a pretty pussy,” she coos, eyes locked on the wet spot on the bed, “could eat her all day.” your chest heaves as you struggle to catch your breath, and your cunt throbs as you watch her suck the rest of your release from her fingers, her chain winking at you in the dim lighting as she sits up.

“let me go?” you mumble, head swimming. she finally looks back at you, taking in your blissed-out state. she smiles and kisses you deeply as you moan into her mouth.

“where you at, mama?” she looks down at you, concern swimming in her eyes, “just say the word, and i’ll run you a bath.”

while you would appreciate the warm water soothing the welts riri left behind, you also can’t get enough. you shake your head, “i..want more,” you look at her, a lazy smile playing on your lips, “wanna taste you,” you watch her bite her lip as she listens to you, “please, riri.”

riri rubs circles on your stomach, pecking your temple and humming, “you think you deserve it? have you been good?”

you nod quickly, “did so good for you…” she leans over you and reaches for the rope around your wrists, her low-hanging necklace brushing against your face.

as your arms are released, she gently takes your wrists and kisses them, alleviating the burn of your restraints. you sigh as you relax into riri, wrapping your arms around her. “thank you for being such a good girl baby,” she kisses you again, “you gonna let me sit on your pretty face?”

her words send shivers down your spine, and you whimper as you nod. “tell me how bad you want it,” she rubs her hands over your thighs, coaxing the plea out of you.

“please…riri. i wanna taste you so bad, i want you to smother me, i want your pretty pussy on my face. make a mess in my mouth and ruin me,” you babble desperately.

riri swallows a moan as she listens to you, trying to keep herself from becoming undone with just your words. “shit, ma. you got me so wet,” she admits, “you wanna see?”

she grins as you rapidly nod, giggling at your eagerness. her finger traces your belly button as she leans closer to your ear, her breath making your body quiver, “lay on your back for me, baby.”

“just sit down, ri,” you coo, her thighs straddling your face as her glistening pussy hovers above you, “please, mama.”

“say ahh for me,” riri’s voice barely registers to you, as you’re too focused on the line of arousal slowly trailing from her cunt, your breath catching in your chest as you suppress yet another needy whine. your attention snaps back to riri as she pops your thigh, the sting making you suck your teeth, “open your fucking mouth. you ain’t have a problem keeping it wide open earlier.”

“shut the hell up and sit down,” you mutter impatiently.

“i don’t know who the hell you think you talk-shit“ riri’s cut short by you as you push down on her waist, letting her drenched pussy fall into your mouth. an abrupt moan escapes her as your nose brushes her clit.

“shit, baby, right there,” riri throws her head back as you suck on her folds, savoring the way your tongue fits perfectly in her. she tastes better than anything you’ve ever eaten, like nectar to a bee. ambrosia to a goddess. she writhes above you as you lap her up, eyes rolling to the back of your head. your grip on her thighs tighten as her hips rock, letting her cunt slide across your face as she hums, “you like this, don’t you? needy slut.”

you dig your fingernails into riri’s thighs, leaving small, crescent-shaped marks as her insult sends a shudder down your spine. you look up at her, watching how her face contorts as your lips wrap around her swollen bud. her jaw hangs open as she continues to ride your face, her chain swinging with each rut of her hips.

“fuck, i’m bout to..” riri tries to bite back a whimper, but your ears catch it. you slide your tongue into her, drawing out a long moan from the prodigy on top of you. her thighs tremble as she grabs fistfuls of your curls, grinding her hot cunt further into your mouth.

“you gon let me flood your pretty face, baby?” riri smiles as you hum your confirmation, the vibration of your voice making her head spin, “let me cum in that dirty mouth, yeah?”

you look up at riri as you press sloppy kisses onto her pussy, relishing the way she bounces on your face. “fuck, baby. feels so good..shit!” her back arches as you gather her clit in your mouth once more, sucking on it, “im cumming! im-“

riri’s hands fly to her tits as she gropes them, riding her orgasm out on your face. you moan as you watch, maintaining eye contact with her as she creams in your mouth, the thick liquid coating your throat. her legs twitch as you continue to lick her clean, your tongue traveling over her folds. “aight, baby, i’m done, i’m done, fuck!” she cries out as you release your grip on her thighs.

riri lifts off of you and plops onto the bed, chest heaving, “how i taste, ma?”

you roll over and press a long kiss onto riri’s lips, hands trailing down her body. she moans into your mouth, wrapping her arms around you to pull you closer. her tongue slips into your past your lips, swirling around your mouth. you push your hips into her, your throbbing clit brushing against her leg.

riri grins against your mouth before rolling on top of you and bringing her knee up to your cunt, “you want me to keep going?” she laughs as you nod vigorously, “needy ass.”

she slides off the bed and walks into the shared closet, disappearing for a bit. you sit up as you watch her walk back to the bed with her most prized possession.

“where’d you get that one from, ri?” you watch as she steps into the harness of her strap, staring curiously at the purple-veined appendage.

“don’t worry bout it,” riri fastens the strap to her and looks up at you, mischief dancing in her eyes, “hand me my phone.”

you knit your brows in confusion as you reach for her long forgotten hoodie and fish out her phone from the pocket. you toss it to her, “for what?”

“you’ll see,” she smirks at you, “you already know what position i like you in. bend over.”

your eyes screw shut as riri aligns the strap with your hole, the tip brushing against your overstimulated clit.

“ri…please,” you mumble, squirming against the rope tied across your wrists once more. she uses one hand to dig her nails into your hip while she uses the other to stroke the tip between your folds.

“please what, baby?” riri coos, her voice dripping with disdain, “ask the camera. you had no problem doing it earlier.”

you shut your eyes tighter, mortification burning through your cheeks. riri had propped her phone up on the pillows in front of you after tying your hands behind you, letting them sit snugly on your lower back.

your eyes shoot open as riri’s hand slams down on your ass and you wince from the impact. “i know you heard me,” she grabs a handful of your curls and tugs at them, forcing you to stare straight at yourself in her phone camera, taking in your pathetic state. eyes puffy, tears staining your cheeks, your messy hair sticking up in various directions. riri takes pride in knowing she’s the cause of your current state.

her cold chain drags against your burning back as she leans over to whisper in your ear, “don’t act brand new. tell them how bad you want me to fuck your pretty brains out.”

panic seizes your chest as you crane your head away from the camera to look at riri, “‘them’? you’re gonna show this to people? what the fuck, ri?” you splutter.

“nah, i bet you would like that though, huh?” she chuckles, “wanna show everyone how much of a needy whore you are? want them to see how pretty you look when i fill you up?”

she turns your head back to her phone as you whine, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach. “ri…”

your whimper makes her laugh, “speak up, babygirl.”

the way your nickname rolls off her tongue pushes you to the edge, “SHIT, ri. just fuck me, please. i want you inside me, fuck me stupid. i wanna feel y-“

your words die at your lips as riri rams into you, the tip of the strap brushing against your cervix. “you talk too much,” riri mutters as you cry out. you can’t form a coherent response as she continues to thrust into you at rapid speeds, her groans making you clench around the faux dick buried in you. “she’s so fucking tight for me..god.”

“you..you can feel me?” you struggle against your restraints and wince as the rope digs into your skin.

“yeah…was working on it before…fuck, mama keep squeezing my shit just like that!” riri gasps as she digs into your g-spot.

“YES, riri, right there,” you watch your body in the camera, shaking from the impact of her thrusts, “i can’t…hold it” tears swim in your vision, and you fight against them, “please let me cum..oh fuck!” you choke out a sob as her hand slithers to your neck and her fingers tighten around your throat.

“hold that shit,” ri’s says through gritted teeth as her pace becomes sloppy. your pulsating cunt continues to constrict around her, causing her to emit a low groan, “you look so pretty when you’re full of dick.” the corner of her mouth quirks up into a smirk as she listens to your whimpers, “now tell the camera how good i feel.”

“please, ri,” you whine. she tightens her grip around your throat as a warning, and you involuntarily moan. “shit, riri fucks me so good. she makes my pussy feel so good!”

“yeah, good shit, baby.” riri’s hips kiss yours as she continues to slam into you, her dick burying into your core. you feel your orgasm approaching, the familiar tug in your stomach becoming stronger with each push into your puffy pussy. riri bites her bottom lip as your walls tighten around her, making her eyes roll to the ceiling, “can i fill this you up, mama? you gon let me cum in this pretty pussy?”

riri knocks into your g-spot and you finally let your tears fall as you moan, “YES, riri. please fill me up. flood my shit, baby!” your voice cracks as you yell, desperately wanting to break free of the rope binding your wrists.

“oh my god..are you fucking crying?” riri looks at your wet cheeks and scrunched face as she pumps into you. she removes her hand from your neck and grips your curls, turning your tear-soaked face around to look at her. she leans forward and presses her tongue flat against your cheek, letting the salty fluid settle on her tastebuds as she moans. “you see how lame you look? you’re so goddamn needy,” she smirks, dragging her tongue across your cheek, “i knew i couldn’t leave you alone for long.”

“ri…i’m so close-please,” you blubber, “been so good..for you.”

riri resumes her rapid pace and you chomp down on your bottom lip. “yeah? who’s the only one that makes you feel this good?”

“you, riri, only you!” your eyes cross as her palm smacks your ass, with riri fascinated by the way it jiggles.

“who’s pussy is this?” riri’s chest heaves, her pounding becoming erratic. her orgasm is quickly approaching, but she wants to watch you become undone first.

you scream in response, your back arching as you squirt onto riri. your release splashes on her as you moan, throwing your head into the sheets. “shit, baby, im..fuck, i’m about to cum!” riri groans, digging her fingernails into your hips, “ke-keep squeezing me like that. wanna feel your pretty pussy.”

“fill me up, ma,” you plead, throwing your ass back on the Avenger, “please, baby! wanna feel yo-”

“shut up!” riri says with a snarl as she shoves her fingers in your mouth, making you clench as she gags you. riri moans, throwing her head back as she drills her strap deeper into you, “fuck, baby. just like that! i’m…i’m bout to..”

your eyes roll to the back of your head as her seed shoots into your cunt, relishing the warmth that fills you. you bite down on her fingers and moan in sync with her, relaxing your body.

as she pulls out of you, her creamy release pours out of you, dripping onto the sheets. you collapse onto the bed, breathing heavily as your eyes flutter closed. riri chuckles and steps peels the strap off, tossing it into a forgotten corner of the room. she rubs small circles into your back and places her lips on yours, kissing you deeply. “you did so good for me, my beautiful girl,” you smile at the compliment, feeling her scatter sweet kisses across your face.

“can you walk, baby?” she asks softly, starting to untie the rope at your hands. you don’t even have the energy to talk, much less stand. riri understands your silence and let’s out a soft laugh, rubbing your wrists and easing the ache that your restraints left behind.

“i’m gonna run you a bath, then i’ll be right back,” you nod drowsily as she presses another kiss to your temple and walks to the bathroom, humming. you envy her endurance, the way she’s able to bounce back after leaving you strewn out across the bed. you turn your head, watching the muscles in riri’s back shift with each step. riri disappears into the bathroom and you let the sound of running water lull you to sleep.

“you never answered my question,” you say as riri plays in your wet curls as your back lays against her chest. you’re positioned between her legs in the tub, letting the smell of the floral bubble bath and the sound of Raveena’s Still Dreaming surround you as you lean into her touch.

“you ask a lot of questions, baby,” riri chuckles and slides her hands to your thighs and starts to rub them. you relax into her, relishing the sensation of her fingers kneading into your soft skin.

you roll your eyes as she massages your legs, “okay, yeah, but you never told me where you got that strap from,” you huff, “like what was that?”

riri’s hands falter slightly at your question, but she catches herself and resumes rubbing your thighs. you pretend not to notice. “it, uh..” she sighs, “don’t laugh.”

“why would i laugh?” you scoff, turning your head to look at her.

“cause yo ass always giggling about something,” ri swats at you, and you smile, “don’t try and hold it back now. look at you, always ready to laugh at someone.”

“just answer the question, ri,” you say impatiently. riri sighs and moves her hands to your shoulders, gripping them firmly.

you sigh and melt into her touch as she rubs circles into your shoulders, “it’s just a project i’ve been working on for a minute,” riri’s hands glide down your back as she rubs your sides, “it started as a joke, but when i met you...i guess i actually had a reason to finish it.”

you bite back a giddy giggle as you turn around in riri’s lap, looking at her. she stares back at you, her eyes gleaming. your chest grows warm as you watch her smile, her perfect set of teeth on full display. “i told you not to laugh,” she pushes a curl from your head.

“i know, i’m sorry, baby,” you plant a kiss onto her forehead, “you’re just so fucking smart, like damn. how’d you even come up with that?”

riri’s eyes widen at the compliment as her grin grows wider. you know how self-critical she is towards herself, so watching her become undone with a simple compliment makes you melt. “thank you, mama,” she reaches up and grips your chin, her wet palm pulling you towards her lips. she kisses you fondly, relishing the way your arms wrap around her waist. the music and the smells fade around you as you get lost in riri’s touch, committing the way she tastes to your memory.

you shiver under her and riri breaks the kiss, leaving your lips cold. you pout at her and lean in for another one, missing her warmth. but she softly pushes you away, “the water’s getting cold, baby,” she smiles, “come on,” she motions for you to get out of her lap.

you climb out of the tub as she lets the water out, watching the bubbles disappear down the drain. you turn around, and riri startles you by wrapping you in a towel and throwing you over her shoulder. you shriek, swinging your feet and laughing, “ri!!”

laughing, she flips you onto the bed and kisses you, intertwining her fingers with yours. you giggle into her mouth and throw the blanket over your naked bodies.

riri groans as her phone starts to ring, breaking the kiss. “hold on, baby, i think that’s work.” you roll your eyes and huff as she reaches over to grab her phone, putting it on speaker. “yeah?”

“riri, where the hell have you been?” smooth xhosa comes from the other side of the line, “you left without saying anything…again.”

“hey, shuri,” riri runs her hands through her braids, “i uh…” she looks at you smirk, “family emergency?”

“i didn’t get this primitive device just for you to lie in my face,” shuri sighs, “hi, y/n.”

your eyes widen as riri rolls hers, “she ain’t even here, you trippin.”

“hi,” you say, giggling when riri scowls at you.

“right. anyways,” you can practically hear shuri’s eye-roll through the screen, “fury’s pissed and he has kamala and me out looking for you. i’ve been trying to cover for your ass but we need you. kamala’s getting annoying.”

“yeah. i’ll be there tomorrow,” riri ignores you when you swat at her arm, frowning, “tell fury i’m busy. ion even need to be there, for real, but aight.”

“yeah, okay,” shuri sighs, “he’s gonna chew you out for missing patrols again.”

“man, ion give a fuck,” riri laughs, “but i’ll hit you back later?”

“yeah. bye, riri. bye, y/n. don’t keep her up too late.” before you can object, shuri hangs up the phone.

“‘be back tomorrow?’” you cross your arms and pout, your frown growing deeper as riri laughs.

“baby, i’ll be back the night after,” riri scoots closer to you and spoons you, letting your hair tickle her nose, “and then no more trips for the rest of the year, unless it’s with you.”

“good.” you smile, relaxing into her arms.

“so fucking needy,” she whispers, laughing and kissing your cheek.

you both drift off to sleep together, with riri snoring softly. riri ended up oversleeping, causing her phone to constantly go off with calls from nick fury, shuri, and even kamala. both of you were oblivious, too busy snoozing in each other’s arms.

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𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 ? (𝚜𝚞𝚋!𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚒 ; 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ; 𝚍𝚘𝚖!𝚛𝚒𝚛𝚒)

word count: 3.5k+

a/n: no plot because i was in a writing funk 😞 i swear one of these days i’ll write something other than smut…i know how to write guys!! i promise!! 😭there's fluff at the end!! i'm sorry for the wait but thank you guys for being patient! (some of you anyways LMFAOO) also special tags to @prinxeali for inspiring this! and special tag to @letitias-fav for being annoying

taglist: @letitias-fav , @shuriszn , @pinkwright , @shuriris-stuff , @abenomeiiii , @beautybyfire , @sediis-world , @prinxeali , @ccharrrr , @icespiceluva , @pocketsizedpanther , @shuris3leg , @chocoflagcutii , @andibecamethestars , @puppykitt , @generallysapphic , @her-nostalgiaaa , @ririslove , @zayswriting , @marsolgy , @iotusroses , @alpaca-thingy , @shurislover , @dejaonline , @randomhoex , @shuriristan22 , @heejayy , @golooktheotherway , @prettymrswright , @ihearttish , @vixentheplanet , @inmyheadimobsessed , @mbakuetshurisprincess (so sorry if i forgot you or didnt add you! some tags wouldnt pop up when i typed them) divider by @firefly-graphics

tags: sub!shuri, brat!shuri, dom!riri, switch!reader, thigh riding, nipple play, cunnilings, strap slinger!riri, pillow princess shuri, begging, dirty talk, cussing, fingering, teasing, voyeurism (again. sorry.), edging, choking, throat fucking, praise, brat tamer!riri, gagging, crying, facial, back shots (lol), softdom!reader, lots of foreplay (prob too much ngl), scratching, aftercare, fluff at the end, umm probably more that i forgot. sawhry

"let me hear you, sithandwa."

shuri’s legs tremble around yours as your hands sit firmly on her waist, her bare ass on your thigh. she tucks a moan into her bottom lip and closes her eyes as her brows furrow. she loves the way her native tongue slides out your mouth, but she can’t let you know that.

riri leans from behind you, cupping shuri’s chin. "she talkin to you, Princess." she pulls shuri’s face down, making her look at the two of you.

"i have ears," shuri snaps at ri. her hungry eyes lock on yours, smirking, "work for it, usana."

irritation flares through you at her defiance, and you can feel riri’s patience thinning too. you bounce your leg, sending a jolt through shuri. your thigh becomes damp as she leaks onto you and a moan slips out of her as she tightens her grip on your shoulders. "oh, so we got you like that?"

before shuri could respond, riri lets her hand fall from her chin to her chest, fondling her boob and slightly tugging on her pierced nipple. shuri's breath hitches as she leans into riri's touch, biting her lip to stifle a moan. she opens her mouth to speak, but the words get caught in her throat as riri leans down and places her lips around her nipple, sucking on it. you look at her, "that was a question, my love," shuri pokes her bottom lip out and pouts, making you laugh, "you not gon let me hear that pretty mouth?" riri's hand slides down shuri's stomach, teasingly circling her belly button before slipping lower. you watch as shuri arches her back in response, a soft groan escaping her lips.

riri gives shuri’s nipple a final kiss before rising to meet your lips. she slides her tongue in your mouth as you deepen this kiss, moaning into her mouth. her hand continues to squeeze shuri’s breasts, making shuri grind and squirm on your thigh. the sensation of her slick pussy sliding against your leg and riri’s tongue down your throat sends waves through you, making you wetter by the second.

you pull away from riri’s mouth with a smirk. you look at shuri, her eager eyes locked on the trail of spit connecting you and ri. you press your thumb against her lower lip, inspecting her bottom grills as the gold twinkles back at you. "ready to stop playin with me, usana?"

shuri moves your thumb into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around it and sucking it. "you’re so cute when pretend you’re in charge, my love," she grins.

"oh, you bout to see who in charge," riri swiftly wraps her fingers around shuri’s neck, making shuri’s smile fall as she gasps. riri leans down to shuri’s ear, "on the bed, Princess," she releases her tight grip on shuri’s throat, leaving her spluttering and coughing.

you smile to yourself as shuri obediently stands up and slides onto the bed, in shock. you observe the wet spot she left on your leg, causing your stomach to tighten. you stand up and face ri, who immediately pulls you in for another kiss. you gasp into her mouth as she smiles against your lips. "you gon show our princess how to be a good girl?" her hand trails to your dripping pussy, sliding a finger in with ease. your legs buckle as she inserts another one, pumping them in and out of you.

her kisses trail along your neck, nipping the brown skin until it turns purple. you moan and lean into her touch, your chest shuddering. your eyes drift over to shuri, relishing the lust that dances in her eyes. "are you serious? without me?" her pout deepens into a frown as she moves to get off the bed.

"you better stay your bratty ass on that bed," riri curls her fingers against your g-spot, making your vision white as you cry out, "you gotta beg for this shit, baby."

riri slips a third finger in and pumps into you, the squelching noise of your pussy and your moans filling the room. "ri, please..fuck," your knees buckle. riri's eyes darken with desire as she watches you writhe under her touch, her skilled fingers bringing you closer to the edge.

"yeah, just like that baby," riri’s breath flutters against your neck, "stand up straight, ma."

"ri, please. i’m sorry," shuri whines, "i’ll be good."

riri presses her thumb against your clit as she laughs, making your stomach tighten more. you tuck a moan into your lip as she continues to finger fuck you. "you gon have to do better than that Princess. what you want?"

"r..riri..i’m so close.." you thrust your hips into her fingers as she pumps into you, your arousal sliding down riri’s fingers and your thighs. you throw your head back and let out a guttural moan, your fingernails dragging down riri’s back as your walls tighten around her.

"be a good girl and hold that shit," riri snaps, quickening her pace. you and shuri whine together, eliciting a grin from ri, "my girls sound so pretty for me."

"riri, ndiyacela (please), i need you," shuri babbles, "i need both of you to fuck me just please..please. i’ll be your good girl, i’ll obey-i’ll do anything. please, usana."

shuri’s frantic begging mixed with her smooth xhosa sends you over the edge. your legs quiver and your chest heaves as you gush on riri’s fingers with a drawn out moan. as riri continues to pump into you, she looks up at you, her amber eyes flickering with lust. "what’s my name, baby?"

"riri!" you shout, riding out the rest of your orgasam on her fingers. she leans down and whispers a quick good girl in your ear before sliding her drenched fingers out. you stumble onto the bed and plop next to shuri, gasping for air.

riri grips shuri’s chin and presses a kiss against her lips. shuri groans into her mouth, excited to finally be touched. riri pulls away, grinning. "open," she demands, tapping a finger against the Panther’s mouth.

shuri obeys and riri thrusts the same fingers she used to fuck you down shuri’s throat. as shuri gags around riri’s fingers, you roll over and start to kiss her neck. "hmm..you sound so good, sithandwa sam," you coo into her ear as you bite at her beautiful brown skin. shuri’s eyes start to water as riri sticks her fingers further in her mouth.

"how they taste?" riri asks as she pulls her fingers out of shuri’s mouth and sticks them in her own. shuri’s chest heaves as she catches her breath, tears sliding down her cheeks. the sight of the two tasting your release sends you into euphoria.

your fingers trail down to shuri’s soaked front, taking pleasure in the way her back arches. you use your finger to circle her clit and pepper kisses along her neck tattoo as she whines. "what’s wrong, usana?" you smile into her neck, "use your words for me."

she thrusts her hips into your fingers as she murmurs something. you brush away the curls stuck to her damp forehead and place a tender kiss to her temple, "cmon, baby, you know i can’t hear you."

riri positions herself between shuri’s feet, staring at her expectantly. she slides a finger along her slit, watching the way shuri’s eyes roll to the back of her head with delight. "what happened to all that shit you was talking earlier, huh?" riri swiftly slaps shuri’s cunt, making the Princess beneath you cry out and grip the sheets.

"shit," shuri’s chest heaves as she stares at riri, "please, zintanda zam (my loves). please touch me. i need you both to..make me feel good."

you smile as you press a kiss against shuri’s lips, loving the way her cool grill felt against your hot mouth. you then join riri between shuri’s legs, salivating at her soaking pussy. "you look so beautiful like this, usana."

you and riri waste no time diving in, as riri’s fingers pinch at her bud and your tongue slips into her. shuri gasps and tightly grips your ginger curls, pushing you deeper into her. the nasty noises leaving her mouth only spur you on more as your tongue continues to explore her folds.

riri’s tongue soon joins yours as the two of you lap up shuri’s arousal. the Princess moans as you suck her clit and riri presses a messy kiss on her hole. riri catches your tongue and sucks on it, making you whine against shuri; the vibration making her hips buck. riri kisses you sloppily, the taste of shuri making your head swim.

you feel shuri’s legs start to twitch and you hum against her, drawing out a moan from the Panther, "you’re doing so good," you coo, watching riri lick along her slit, making shuri whimper. "louder, baby," you wrap your lips around her sensitive clit and suck on it, savoring the cries that leave her mouth.

"i’m…i’m so close," shuri whimpers, "keep going. please..right there."

"nah," riri laughs and sits up, "what’s that you said earlier? ‘work for it, usana.’" she mocks shuri with a grin on her face.

shuri whines and clenches at nothing as tears start to form in the corners of her eyes, "please let me finish…i want to cum for you." she pleads, drawing out each syllable with a whimper.

her begging sends chills up your spine and you tuck a moan under your lip. you scatter kisses along her happy trail, up to her belly button, "patience, my love," out of the corner of your eye, you watch riri walk to your shared closet and you smile to yourself, "bend over for me, baby."

"say please, usana" shuri murmurs, smirking. you sigh and raise up.

"you know i don’t like repeating myself," your hand traces her collarbone as you gaze into the eyes that you could get lost for hours in. shuri squirms and looks away as you stare at her, but you grip her chin and kiss her gently, "intombi yam entle (my beautiful girl)," you whisper into her mouth.

she melts under your touch as you run your tongue along her grill and hum, "don’t make me say it again, nkosazana (princess)."

she playfully rolls her eyes, and you slide off of her and turn around. your breath catches in your throat as you watch riri fasten the last band on her harness with a long, girthy, purple, Vibranium strap attached to her waist. the tension in your stomach increases as you watch her take a step towards shuri, her tongue sliding over her lips in anticipation. shuri’s eyes remain locked on the appendage hanging between riri’s thighs. "what happened to that smart ass mouth?" riri grins.

shuri's gaze slowly moves up to meet riri's eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. "it's still here, waiting for you to do something about it," shuri taunts.

shuri opens her mouth to speak again, but riri firmly grips her curls and shoves her mouth into the toy, thrusting her hips. the sight of shuri gagging on riri sends shivers down your spine, making you wetter than you already are. you kneel next to shuri, kissing her neck tattoo, "take it, baby. you sound so pretty for us, sithandwa sami."

your praises cause shuri’s eyes to flutter close as she moans around riri’s dick. riri continues to thrust into her mouth, relishing the way shuri’s mouth felt around her. shuri places her hands on riri’s hips to steady herself as riri continues. “shit, baby, you feel so good for me. you gon let me finish on that pretty face?”

shuri’s curls bounce as her head bobs on riri’s cock. riri lets out a low moan at shuri’s confirmation, the sound making you delirious. your fingers drag down shuri’s stomach and slip into her wetness, making her moan around the appendage strapped to riri’s waist. she gasps as your fingers pump into her, but riri thrusts deeper into her throat, relentless. the sounds coming from shuri’s mouth intoxicate you as she leaks on your fingers. “hold it, usana,” you curl your fingers into her core, drawing out a whine, “almost there.”

spit drips from the corners of shuri’s mouth as riri’s thrusts become sloppy. riri’s breathing becomes shallow, and she tucks her bottom lip into her mouth as her brows furrow. you smile up at her, “make a pretty mess on our intombi entle (pretty girl), ri,” you rub on shuri’s clit, enjoying the way her hips buck against you as her saliva drips onto your fingers while shuri slobbers on riri’s dick.

“fuck,” riri sighs as she pulls out of shuri’s mouth, a line of spit trailing from her lips, “come on babygirl,” she huffs as she rubs on her strap, groaning.

shuri’s eyes roll to the back of her head as her tongue falls out of her mouth. you slip another finger into her, causing her knees to buckle as she leaks onto your hand. “ndiyacela (please), baby i can’t hold it anymore…”

you can tell riri is about to finish as she watches shuri, so you curl your fingers into her g-spot again, making her cry out. you flatten your tongue against her tattoo and drag it up to her ear, “let it out like the ihule (slut) you are,” you whisper to her.

she whines as you finally give her the release she’s been chasing all night. she floods onto your fingers, her warm cum pooling around her knees, onto the mattress. with a groan, riri strokes her cock one final time before she finishes on shuri’s face. her cum shoots onto shuri’s tongue and cheeks, coating her face in white streaks.

you pull your hand out of shuri, making her whimper. “good girl,” you lean over and lick riri’s seed off shuri’s cheek, letting the smooth, white substance coat your tongue. shuri shudders under your touch as she swallows what riri released on her tongue.

“tell me how i taste, baby,” riri coos, dragging her finger down shuri’s cheek and sliding it in her mouth, grinning.

shuri sucks on riri’s finger, looking up at her. “amazing, sithandwa,” she breathes, “so good, usana.”

riri removes a hair tie from her wrist and pulls her braids into a ponytail, “you want more?” shuri nods enthusiastically, but riri shakes her head, “beg for me, baby.”

this time, shuri doesn’t hesitate to get on all fours and bend over, exposing her glistening pussy to riri, “riri, please. i need you in me. i’ll be your intombi elungile (good girl), you can do whatever you want to me. just please fuck me until i-“

she’s cut off by riri leaning over and covering shuri’s mouth with her hand, her strap resting on shuri’s ass. shuri gasps from the sudden action as you slide to sit in front of her. riri positions her mouth against shuri’s ear, “if you want me to do allat then i’m gonna need a safeword, babygirl.” she slides her hand off shuri’s mouth, pressing kisses along her back.

shuri bites her lip, thinking. her eyes land on your hair and she smiles, “orange,” she murmurs.

“speak up, Princess.”

“orange, riri.”

riri leans back, aligning her dick with shuri’s entrance, ”mm, i love the way you say my shit. do it again.”

“riri please…” shuri whines.

riri’s hands slide to shuri’s hips, gripping her, “again.”

shuri’s eyebrows furrow in irritation and impatience. with a huff, she clutches the sheets, “demethi (dammit), riri. i’m not gonna-fuck”

shuri’s body rocks as riri pushes all 10 inches into her, drawing out a low moan from the princess in front of you. her mouth hangs open as riri continues to thrust into shuri, grinning, “what was you gonna say?”

whatever words shuri attempted to say got drowned out by the whines coming from her mouth. you run your fingers through her hair as she trembles, “tell me how she feel, shuri, baby.”

“s-so…good. i,” she gasps as her eyes roll to the ceiling, “i’m so full.”

“hm. it don’t sound like it,” you look up at riri, “the hell you waiting for, ri? fuck her.”

your words cause shuri’s eyes to widen as riri’s eyebrows shoot up her forehead, smirking, “is that what you want, Princess?” her hips stop thrusting as she looks down at shuri.

shuri nods frantically, curls bouncing. you wrap your fingers around her neck, "how many times we gotta tell you to open your mouth?”

shuri bites her bottom lip as riri readjusts her grip on shuri’s waist, “ri…” shuri stammers, “i need you to fill me up. please, usana. i want you to fuck me until my voice goes hoarse; blow my back out. make a mess in me, riri, please, i just need you. no more teasing.”

shuri’s pleading washes over you, making your stomach tighten. you can tell her words have the same effect on riri because she buries her nails into shuri’s hips. before shuri can react, she shoves the toy into her again, thrusting her hips quickly. shuri’s elbows buckle as riri’s hips slam into her ass at a rapid pace, eliciting shouts from shuri. her eyes snap shut as the Vibranium toy kisses her cervix repeatedly, causing her to squeeze her walls around riri. “fuck, shuri” riri huffs, “keep squeezing my shit just like that. you feel so fucking good.”

riri shakes the bed with the amount of vigor she’s fucking into shuri. you watch them hungrily, focusing on shuri’s face. you grip her chin and force her to look at you, “you look so pretty when you’re taking dick like the little ihenyukazi (whore) you are,” you giggle. shuri opens her mouth to respond but lets out a deep groan instead. you watch as her pretty tits bounce with each quick jolt into her.

you brush away the hair stuck to her forehead. “riri,” shuri cried, “i’m so close, usana, please,” she says, her barely intelligible words tumbling out of her mouth.

riri’s sloppy thrusts are evident that she was reaching her limit too. she grits her teeth and continues to pound into shuri, “who’s dick is this?”

“yours, riri.” shuri cries.

“who got you screamin like this?”

“you do, riri.”

“yeah, that’s it. what’s my name, again, babygirl?”

“riri!” shuri shouts as she squirts on ri’s dick, the fluid splashing onto riri’s abdomen. with deep moan, riri floods into shuri, her warm seed filling her pussy. she slides the purple toy out, allowing their juices to drip onto the already wet mattress.

shuri collapses onto the bed, her body sprawled out in front of you. you smile and rub circles into her back, “you did so good, usana,” you lean down and kiss her curls as she gasps for air.

shuri mumbles something intelligible back, but you shush her as her eyes flutter closed. you look back up at riri, catching her eyes. you smile as she slides out of the harness and walks into the shared bathroom, “ri, where are you going?”

“running some water for the lil pillow princess. wake her ass up and get her in here.”

shuri sits comfortably in your lap as riri presses a tender kiss against her lips. shuri smiles against her as riri pulls away and stares at her. the warm water and floral soap fill your nose as you reach over and pluck a grape from the bowl next to you, bringing it to shuri’s mouth, “say ahh, usana,” you tease, giggling.

shuri rolls her eyes and eats the grape from your hand, “i’m not a child.”

riri leans over you and reaches for a strawberry in the bowl, her chest right in your face. you can’t help yourself as you extend your hand and flick one of her boobs, laughing when she glares down at you.

she snatches a strawberry from the bowl and splashes the sudsy water at you, “i will throw yo ass out of this tub so quick.”

you mutter a sorry and lean down into shuri’s ear, grinning, “so violent…”

as shuri giggles, riri shoots you another glare, “what you say?”

you scoff, “i was just telling shuri how much i love you.”

“yeah, whatever,” riri rolls her eyes, trying, and failing, to suppress an amused smile.

“can you pass the soap, please, sithandwa sami?” shuri asks riri, reaching her hand out.

riri hands her the sweet smelling soap, “of course, usainah,” she smiles.

before you can catch yourself, the question comes tumbling out of your mouth, “what the hell does that mean?” riri frowns, “don’t it mean baby or something…y’all be saying that shit all the time.”

you and shuri bust out laughing, throwing your heads back. riri furrows her brows as she watches you giggle, “the hell is so funny?” “It’s usana, riri,” shuri says in between giggles, “it’s okay, we can work on it some more.”

“nah, don’t try that shit again, usainah,” you say, snickering to yourself. shuri laughs again too, as riri rolls her eyes.

you spend the rest of the night peppering kisses along shuri’s neck and cuddling riri as an apology.