#emerald haywood x black!fem!reader
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Title: touchin’, lovin’, fuckin’
Relationship: HBCU!Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader x HBCU!Emerald Haywood
Word Count: 12.8k
In Collaboration with @shinsousliya
Synopsis: Emerald and Shuri finally meet for the first time, and when coming to the realization that you’ve been keeping yourself away from them deliberately, the two women plan to give you exactly what you want.
Content: profanity, smut, use of drugs (cannabis), smut, mentions of greening out, and uhhhh more smut :)
A/N: let me preface this by saying that if you are not 18+...getcho ass off of this fic right neow. Not tryna catch any type of case, and neither one of us are responsible for you reading something you weren’t supposed to.
This fic first started out with Liya and I’s headcanons about the differences between how Shuri would treat you and then how Em would treat you. Then our thirst got the better of us, and well...here we are LMAO
NOW...this is my first time writing smut. First ever. With that being said...we hope you enjoy this, and Happy Valentines Day <3
Today is the day.
There’s a pool of anxiety forming in your tummy, and you’re not sure why. Not even your music can sway you into calmer waters, which tells you that the feeling in your tummy is nothing to play off.
You’re standing in the mirror, going over your figure once more. The three-piece cream lounge set you wore, complete with fuzzy shorts, cropped tank and long flow-y cardigan contrasted beautifully against your honey brown skin. Your braids had been pulled into a half-up ponytail, with two on each side left down in the front to frame your face. It was the set Emerald had bought you for your birthday, knowing that you’d love the fabric used. Ironically Shuri bought you the exact same one, color and all, saying that the color of it reminded her of you.
God, how did you manage to have Emerald Haywood and Shuri Udaku wrapped around your dainty little finger? Even you couldn't answer that question.
Looking at the both of them, who’s polaroid pictures had been taped lovingly on the fringe of your full length mirror, anyone could tell that you had a type. Dark skin, brown eyes, curly hair - the only thing making them different were their origins and occupations. And the one thing tying these two women of completely different worlds together, was you.
You remember the day you first met Emerald. You’d been shopping at Best Buy trying to find a new camera to take better pictures with for your photography class. Emerald was there, and from the moment she saw you, she knew she had to have you. Sparking up a conversation was easy, and the laughter that was shared in that camera aisle was one you’d never experienced before. Despite her brother cockblocking, as she would recall it, urging for them to go, Emerald took her sweet time typing her number into your phone. The wink she sent you had butterflies dancing in your stomach, and til this day, it still does.
Then, two weeks later, you met Shuri Udaku. Despite her wanting to keep her social status under tight lock and key, the air of regality and confidence she held did little to help her keep her identity under wraps. Not to mention, she’d seen you in her African American Literature class, and was immediately captivated by your intelligence. After class, Shuri didn’t hesitate to pull you aside, apologize for her abruptness, and ask you out on a date. She wanted to court you properly, and, if things went well, she would propose the option of making things official.
Suddenly, you found yourself catching feelings for both women, who wanted you just as much as you wanted them. And what made it harder to choose was that they not only said how much they wanted you, they thoroughly showed it in acts of service, giving you gifts, and taking on roles that previous partners of yours had never done before, and could never compare to.
At first, you believed you had to choose, but then the thought came to you; why choose, when you could have both?
You’d since begun your plot of making them both yours, and only yours, and step one had been to slowly introduce the idea of polygamy to each woman. Shuri was more susceptible to the concept, having grown up in an environment where queer relationships and polygamy were just as normal as heterosexual relationships and monogamy were. She verbally told you that she would be more than willing to give polygamy a shot, and you were more than happy that she accepted the idea.
Then, there was Emerald, who you had to put in a bit more work when talking about polygamy. She is in no way a stranger to queerness, but polygamy as a concept was something she found a bit hard to grasp. But after explaining it a few times, using a few analogies that pertained to her and her interests to better help her understand the concept, she, too, was all in for it.
Emerald and Shuri had met before, only over the phone via Facetime and in your shared group chat. The two got along swimmingly, becoming the fastest friends and soon enough shooting flirtatious words at each other within the month after confirming that they’d each be willing to give this three-person relationship a shot. The last part of this scheme, to absolutely make sure that all three of you were willing to put in the effort to make this work, was for Shuri and Emerald to meet in person.
And today was the day that Shuri and Emerald could be coming to your apartment to do just that.
You’d taken special care in your attire today, hence the lounge set you’d chosen to put on, as well as the purple diamond studded necklace with panther claws that Shuri had gifted you a while ago, and Emerald’s favorite scent on you - sage and vanilla bean, as the scent drove the woman insane.
A knock sounded at your door, breaking you from your daze and making you jog to the door to answer. It was none other than Shuri, who had also gotten the memo about loungewear, since this would be a pretty laid back and chill day. Sporting a simple dark gray sweat pant and hoodie set, and her hair in a fresh twist out letting her curls hand low on her forehead, and her ears sporting the same kimoyo earrings she always wore; Shuri looked so fucking attractive.
“Hi, usana,” She says, immediately reaching out to pull your frame against hers. Her arms instinctively snaking around your waist, her warm, slightly calloused hands feeling so warm against the small of your back as she pulled you in. Your arms instinctively went to wrap around her neck, embracing her back, and if it wasn’t in the doorway of your apartment, you’d stay there in that embrace forever.
“Hi, baby,” you whisper against her neck, the similar smell of sage and lavender ticking your nose, making you smile against her skin. You brung Shuri into your apartment, taking notice of the backpack she’d brought with her and ignoring the heat that trickled down your legs. Shuri knows your apartment by heart, and once she tucks her bag away in the storage closet, she makes her way to the couch with you.
“Where’s Em?” Shuri questions, noticing the missing presence in the apartment.
“She got held up with her brother on something, she should be here in, like, an hour.” You reply, to which Shuri acknowledges with a hum as she takes a seat on the couch. Her body sinks into the cushions, her legs spread, and she stretches, and you catch the tiniest glimpse of her toned tummy. The little sound she makes from stretching makes you giggle a bit, as you walk over to take your place on her lap.
Shuri’s hands are instinctive and skillful, positioning your body so you’re sitting across her lap, and her hands are on any bare skin she can get in contact with. She’s clingy, she normally gets like this after a long day of classes or doing her science projects. You go to embrace her once more, and her head finds comfort in your breasts, inhaling your scent, bringing her comfort.
“Missed you, my love,” she whispers against you.
“Missed you too, baby,” you reply, pressing a kiss to her temple.
The next hour is spent with the two of you just talking about your day. Your hand dances on Shuri’s undercut as she speaks, your nude acrylics creating soothing friction against the nape of her neck and the design in her undercut. It’s one of the mundane, completely normal things that turns her on the most, and while Shuri tries to keep her composure, you notice how her breath hitches ever so slightly, and the subtle shifts she makes under you.
There’s another knock at your door, and the only person it could be is Emerald. The anxious pool from before finds its way back into your stomach, as you quickly stand up to answer the door. Shuri follows after, albeit keeping a few feet of distance away to allow Emerald easy passage into the humble abode.
There in the doorway stands the last addition to your trio, in all her glory. She sports an oversized graphic t-shirt, baggy jeans and her signature Doc Martens. She has a chain dangling from her neck, and her curls also dance along her forehead beautifully.
Similar to Shuri, Emerald greets you with a “Hey, mamas,” as she brings you in by the waist, and you by her neck. After your embrace, you rush her inside, and you turn to see Emerald and Shuri greet each other warmly, with Em initiating a hand shake that Shuri gladly reciprocates, and it ends in the two women embracing each other.
“Man, you don’t know how good it is to finally meet you!” Emerald beams, showing off her killer smile to the young royal. “Wait- I ain’t gotta curtsy or none of that right? We cool off that?”
“It is good to see you, too, Em.” Shuri replies, her own smile, brighter than any sunrise you’ve ever witnessed, adorning her face. “And no, no curtsy needed. I’m just Shuri here.”
The anxiety that once pooled in your stomach disappeared the moment you saw them embrace each other. The two women took their positions on your couch (Emerald had also discarded the backpack she brought in your storage closet, and again, the heat that pooled in your core came back, more intense than before), and the two immediately made space for you between them.
“Ain’t you comin’ to sit, ma?” Emerald asked.
You shook your head, bringing the two confusion. “As much as I’d love to be in between my two favorite people - dinner isn’t gonna cook itself.” you replied, instead making your way into the kitchen, “But please, talk, get to know each other! I’m not even here!”
Your little chime brings laughter from both Emerald and Shuri, and they do as you wish, conversating amongst themselves and entertaining each other while you focus on dinner.
It’s sometime in the evening, determined by the way the pretty golden beams of the setting sun shine into your apartment through the large floor to ceiling bay windows.
Emerald had gone to fetch your bottle of wine from the kitchen, planting a quick kiss to your forehead and an even quicker swat at your butt, causing you to gasp in surprise. You shoo her out of the kitchen as she grabs two wine glasses for her and Shuri. As she approaches the couch once more, she catches sight of the way the sun does wonders to Shuri’s skin, making glow effortlessly, and damn, Emerald finds herself enraptured by this princess. And Shuri takes note of it, a small smirk plastering itself on her face.
“Something catch your eye, my gem?” Shuri asks innocently, using the nickname she had given to Emerald the moment the other became comfortable with the concept of polygamy, using it as a stepping stone to further the attraction.
Emerald scrunches her nose as she places a glass in front of Shuri, pouring the red alcoholic beverage into it, as she replies, “Shut up, princess.”
Her reply gains a chuckle from Shuri, who takes a sip of the wine when Emerald finishes pouring. She immediately recognizes the taste as the fruity bitterness slips down her throat, “Barefoot?”
“Aww, you know your liquor, aye?” Emerald sings, pouring her own class.
“It's the only thing I can keep down,” Shuri explains, “anything other than wine and I go bat-shit crazy. Learned that at my first college party.”
“Don’t tell me they gave you Henny right off the bat? No chaser?”
“Man, they didn’t even give me a warning of what would happen!” Of course, Shuri’s experience was not a laughable one, but the way she spoke of it brought a rumble of laughter from the other brown skinned woman.
“They did you wrong, princess. Don’t worry though, I ain’t gon’ set you up like that,” Emerald hums, “Besides wine, I only fucks with light liquor anyway, so that dark shit don’t even be up my alley.”
Shuri rests back on the couch as she takes in Emerald’s side profile. The sun that once shone on her skin now hit Emerald’s beautifully. The hoop earrings that hung from her ears, her fresh, shiny curls, her sharp jawline - Shuri couldn’t help but feel something warm pool into her stomach from the sight of such a beautiful woman. It’s a miracle she’s even able to be here now - her schedule had been hectic as of late, which is why the meeting between the two had been postponed until now - but she’s now grateful to be in the presence of both the women she loved.
“You look beautiful, Emerald,” Shuri suddenly blurts out, albeit confidently and not ashamed in the slightest. It catches Emerald off guard, not used to verbally hearing Shuri’s straightforwardness, but nonetheless, it excites her.
“You not bad lookin’ yourself, ‘ri,” Emerald replies, but she’d be lying if she said there wasn’t heat creeping up her neck from the sudden compliment. “Aye, do you smoke?”
“Not really, no,” Shuri replied, “I’ve only ever gotten contact high, thanks to that one in there,” she continued, gesturing to your figure in the kitchen, still cooking.
“You wanna? I got a couple of blunts on me.” Emerald offers. Shuri takes a moment to think, before shrugging her shoulders in indifference. “Wouldn’t hurt, I don’t think.”
With that confirmation, Emerald fishes out a blunt from her front pocket, as well as a lighter, and with swiftness and expertise, she lights the brown roll up and takes a pull from it. Soon after it leaves her lips, she emits a puff of smoke from them. Shuri watches intently, more so the other woman’s lips than the actions she took to pull the intoxicating smoke from the blunt.
“Aight, so, it's simple shit,” Emerald begins, turning her body to face Shuri, and the princess does the same, “you just put to your lips and inhale. Don't do it too deep, though, just do it a lil’ bit, and once you feel like you got enough, you just blow out. Aight?”
Shuri nodded in confirmations, as Emerald handed Shuri the blunt. Shuri took it, examining the roll quizzingly, before raising it up to her lips and doing as she was instructed. Her lungs took a slight burn from the intake of smoke, and when she released it from behind her lips, a cough also escaped as a form of relief to her stinging lungs.
“Aye, good job, princess!” Emerald praised, raising a hand to pat Shuri’s back to aid in her slight coughing fit. She took the blunt from Shuri’s hand, seeing that she may be good for another few puffs before it was handed back to her.
“Why did it taste fruity?” Shuri inquires, intrigued by the taste of grape being left on her lips.
“Oh, the roll is flavored. This is white grape.” Emerald explains as she takes another pull of the blunt.
Shuri could feel the effects of the cannabis already taking hold, or at least, feel the smoke beginning to muddle her mind. It was an interesting feeling, made her feel light and airy, and oddly clingy. The next couple of pulls from Shuri had her fishing for Emerald’s hand to hold, of which the other woman found adorable and endearing. It reminded her of the first time she got high with you, and how incredibly touchy and clingy you were, desperate for her touch. The first night you got high together was forever emblazoned in Emerald’s mind.
“You good, princess?” Emerald asked, to which Shuri nodded, her voice becoming non-existent as the cannabis took control over her mind. She now laid her head against the couch, still fiddling with Emerald’s hand, and an idea came to Emerald’s mind. “Sit up for me, baby.”
Shuri obliged eagerly, curious to what Emerald was doing. The smoker took a deep pull from the blunt, took Shuri gently by the throat, and brought the princess’s face closer to hers. Slowly, Emerald blew the stream of smoke right into Shuri’s lips, which had already formed an ‘o’ shape to receive it. Their lips were agonizingly close, and if it wasn’t for Emerald’s hand keeping her in place, Shuri would have leaned in to kiss Emerald.
Shuri withstood the smoke, feeling her mind becoming even more muddled by the drug. And as if her mind had been read, Emerald leaned in and connected her soft lips onto Shuri’s. Immediately, the princess melted into it, following Emerald’s guiding hand.
Emerald is the first to pull away, a smirk gracing her lips once she sees just how hooked Shuri is.
“Fuck, that was hot,” Emerald mutters, and Shuri couldn’t agree more.
A voice - your voice - calls from the kitchen, your tone amused and slightly worried by Emerald’s antics. “Are you done corrupting my baby? The food is almost ready.”
“We comin’, we comin’,!” Emerald says back, putting out her blunt and setting it on the ashtray on your coffee table, moving to stand up. Now that her mind isn't consumed with how pretty Shuri looks high and intaking the smoke from the shotgun, she notices that the princess is a bit too quiet for her liking. Giving Shuri’s figure a once over, Emerald’s expert eyes ntoice the slight tremble that’s overtaking Shuri’s body.
“A-Are you my hands suppose to be shaking, Emerald?”
“Shit-”
“Em, what’s wrong?”
Emerald is no stranger to green outs, witnessing and experiencing them alike, but the idea that she was too fast and too much for the princess to handle made a pang of guilt spring in her chest.
“Nothin’! Bring Shuri a glass of water, bae!”
Perplexed, you complied, reaching into the fridge for a bottle water and bringing it to the couch where Emerald and Shuri had made themselves at home, and you soon saw why Emerald requested the clear beverege.
“What the hell- Did you green her out?!”
“It was an accident, I swear!”
It takes a split second for you to take Emerald’s previous spot on the couch, immediately going into nurturing mode and examining the extent of Shuri’s trembles. It’s only her hands and legs that are shaking, not violently but also not slightly either.
“Em, help me take her sweatshirt off, she’s sweating,” you instruct, and in another swift motion, Emerald takes a seat behind Shuri on the couch. With care you strip the princess of her sweatshirt, leaving her in her black sports bra, her skin damn with a thin layer of sweat.
“Hey, baby, look at me,” you whisper softly to Shuri, who’s blown out eyes find yours with ease despite her current state, “you’re alright, okay? Just take some deep breaths, and drink this-” your hand gently pushes the small bottle of water into her own hands, which seemed to have calmed down from their light tremors, “-and I’ll bring you something to eat, okay?”
Shuri nods, taking in your words, though her mind is too foggy to comprehend much of anything else. Emerald embraces her from behind, and Shuri graciously finds comfort in leaning back into Emerald’s chest. The cotton fabric of her shirt is cool and refreshing against Shuri’s heated skin. As you stepped away to make your two lovers their plates, Emerald assists in bringing the water to Shuri’s lips to drink. The woman downed the liquid feverishly, and returns to her previous behavior of reaching for Emerald’s hand to ground her.
Once the bottle is done and discarded, Shuri goes to her wrist, pulling off the bracelet Emerald had been eying for its simple beauty. The princess places the beads on her chest, and before Emerald has a chance to ask what she’s doing, Shuri speakds;
“Griot, read me my vitals, please.”
“Hello, princess.” a male voice sounds out, spiraling Emerald further into confusion.
“Hol’ on, is your bracelet talkin’-?”
“Your blood pressure is 80/120. Your heart rate is 102 beats per minute, slightly higher than your average 90 beats per minute. All organ and artery functions are good. You seem to be experiencing Tetrahydrocannabinol (THC) overdose, specifically due to a potent strand of cannabis known as Indica. This can cause nausea, abdominal pain, and dehydration. Would you like me to recommend foods and beverages to counteract the Tetrahydrocannabinol (THC) overdose?”
“No, that is all, thank you-”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Emerald’s voice interjects, “your bracelet just fucking talked-!”
In Emerald’s astonishment, Shuri directs the AI to introduce itself to Emerald, as she’s still a bit far gone in her mind to fully concentrate on explaining her invention.
“Hello. May I register your name into my memory stores, so I know how to address you?”
“Uh….Em..-Emerald Haywood?”
“Hello ‘Em’. Is it alright if I address you as such?”
“Uh…sure?”
“Okay, Em. My name is Griot. I am an artificial intelligence designed by and to assist Princess Shuri in her scientific and engineering endeavors. My primary functions outside of laboratory duties are to read the Princess her daily vitals, generate answers to the Princess’s questions based on searches through the World Wide Web, and set and read out reminders for the Princess throughout her day.”
Emerald is too shocked to speak - never in her life had she encountered a piece of technology so advanced. She knew that Shuri was a pretty important person, and a literal genius, so it’s no surprise she would come in contact with one of her creations, but nothing like this ever crossed her mind.
“Thank you for the vital read, Griot,” you say, as you come from the kitchen holding two plates of food in your hand. You set them on the coffee table, one for each woman.
“Hello Ms. (Y/N). You are welcome for the vital read.”
“Does Shuri have any important messages from home?”
The AI beeps, stalls for a second, before responding, “No new messages, Ms. (Y/N).”
“Good, you can go on standby, then. We’ll take care of Shuri’s green out.”
The AI bids you farewell and beeps off, and Shuri sends you a look that says ‘thank you’ in reference to you checking her messages, something she’d been bad on doing as of late. You turn to Emerald’ who is still staring at the silver beads resting on her partners chest, then shoots a look back up to you.
“She got a talkin’ bracelet-”
“They’re called kimoyo beads, babe. And it’s an AI installed in it-”
“Do you got a talkin’ bracelet I don't know about?!”
You shake your head, instead bringing attention to a pair of earrings similar to Shuri’s. “I have earrings instead. They’re more discreet this way.”
“....so when can I get a talkin’ bracelet, or earrings, or whatever?”
“Oh my god, Em, just help Shuri eat something so the THC don’t eat away at her more than it already has.”
At that, Shuri makes a move to sit up on her own, slow and albeit a bit wobbly, still coming down from the unpleasant experience from the THC overdose. “I’m-I’m okay. I can eat on my own….I think.”
After you’ve gotten your food, the next hour is spent with Emerald and you practically doting on the princess as she recovers miraculously fast from her green out. Perhaps it is due to the vibranium herbal stores in the kimoyo beads, of which would have been released onto the skin and penetrate the surface level when Shuri’s body began displaying signals of distress. Or, it could be the enhancement the heart-shaped herb gave Shuri’s immune system when ingested long ago. The cause of her recovery didn’t matter as much as the fact that she was better, and was able to function without tremors disrupting her movements.
The three of you ate in peace while a movie played - Emerald’s commentary being more of the star of the show than the actual characters in the movie. In that time, you were able to take in both women in all their glory. Their warm, sun kissed skin which now glowed from the warm white light your LED’s were shining, the way they were so trained on the television, the way they interacted with each other. You couldn’t believe that earlier you had any doubts of the two not getting along once they’d met each other in person. If anything, they seemed like they’d already known each other their whole lives.
Once dinner was finished and another round of wine was shared, you took the dirty dishes in the kitchen and prepared to clean up what little mess was left from your cooking. Emerald watched your figure shrink away into the kitchen area, thinking of something.
“Hey, princess,” she calls to the other woman, who responds with a hum, as her lips were currently occupied with the red alcoholic beverage in her cup.
“You’re around here more, right? Cuz you go to the same college bae-bae does right?” Emerald asks, using her nickname for you. Shuri nods, confirming Emerald’s suspicions with another hum.
“So have y’all, like, fucked recently?”
The question takes Shuri off guard, but gets her to think as well. After a moment, the princess shakes her head. “I think the last time we were intimate was…a month ago?”
“Damn, a month?”
“Yes - but I believe she had a lot of important projects coming up for that one photography class of hers.”
“Hm. Interesting.”
Emerald peers over her shoulder to take a glance at you, still scrubbing away in the kitchen. Shuri follows her gaze, slowly catching on to what Emerald was insinuating.
“And you two? How long has it been, I mean?”
“Shit, probably like a month and a half. I been dealing with shit with my brother, but normally she goes crazy if she don’t get it, y’know?”
“Indeed, I do know. The longest we’ve ever gone without sex would have been two weeks. I was away at home, and when I came back…for lack of better words, she was quite feral.”
There’s another pause, and Shuri and Emerald share a look.
“You don’t think…it was deliberate, her making us wait this long?”
“I think that she thinks shit is sweet, tryna play us like this.”
Emerald takes a swig of wine from her glass, swirling the red liquid inside. Then, abruptly, she stops. A lightbulb goes off in her head, and it’s evident by the smirk that grows on her lips. Shuri catches this, and has an idea of what Emerald’s mind is already concocting.
“What’re you planning, my gem?” Shuri questions with a knowing look, a crooked smile of anticipation gracing her lips.
“Just thinkin’...we should give her what she wants…” Emerald replies, placing her glass back on the coffee table, her smirk increasing, “...or not.”
Shuri’s eyebrows raise, though not with surprise; more out of anticipation…excitement. Admittedly, as soon as she had caught onto what Em was insinuating, she had felt that bud of excitement slowly unfurl in her stomach, only furthered by the attraction she had quickly grown towards Em and the attraction she already had for you.
“Oh, we’ll give her something. Who knew our girl could be so schemeful?”
The sound of the sink turning off interrupts Em before she canspeak. They both hear you rummaging around, tidying up whatever you had used before presumably joining them. Em takes the chance to connect her gaze with Shuri’s, nodding subtly to the storage closet where they both had placed their bags…the bags that contained the items that would surely make you think twice about doing something like this again.
Shuri, her smile widening, stands and quietly makes her way over, opening it and grabbing both bags. Ever since she had seen Em walk in and deposit the bag in your storage, a small part of her had been constantly thinking about what could be in; now, her heart speeds up slightly at the thought of finding out soon enough.
The silence in the other room makes you pause, as only a few seconds ago you had heard their voices, slightly drowned out by the running water, but there nonetheless. Now…it was silent. Almost abruptly so.
You quickly wipe your hands on the nearest towel before turning and making your way back into the main room, your eyes instantly flickering between your two favorite women. The sight that you meet makes you pause in your tracks, your heart seeming to know what was going before you did as it speeds up slightly.
“Is everything okay?”
Shuri sets the bags her and Em brought on the ground, her gaze landing on you afterwards. There’s a knowing look in her eye paired with something you could only liken to the look she adopted whenever you did something that amused her or made her proud. Your body reacted on its own, the same ball of heat from earlier slowly gaining size where it rested in your core. Though, as soon as you turn your gaze to Em, that heat turns into something you can just barely contain.
Her eyes narrow as she gazes at you from her spot on the couch, the dark pools of brown harboring a look that you recognize immediately.
“You think you slick, don’t you?”.
The question paired with the smug tone in Em’s voice has your body clenching around nothing, the ball of eat moving to envelop your entire body. The next breath you take in is shaky as your eyes move to Shuri. She only cocks her head, her eyes appraising you from where she stood.
“Em, baby, what are you talking about-”
Emerald sets her wine glass down with a sigh, leaning forward and pulling herself to the edge of her seat. Her eyes connect with yours with an intensity that’s so strong that it practically has you shaking as she motions for you to walk closer. It's so intense and so heady that you don’t realize you’re being surrounded until you feel a solid line of heat against your back, effectively trapping you in front of Em’s sitting form in front of you.
A small gasp leaves your mouth as Shuri’s hands snake around your waist. One is pressed open-palmed against your stomach, holding you in place, while the other raises and presses right against the space beneath your breasts. Her hands are gentle, but firm enough to tell you that you aren’t going anywhere unless she lets you. Her hands don’t move an inch as she lowers her head, placing a kiss against the shell of your hair only to continue placing them down the length of your neck. Her actions make your eyes flutter slightly, every other breath of yours hitched and shaky.
“Don’t play that. You know exactly what we talkin’ about- tryna play us like we wouldn’t figure it out.” There's a hint of authority in Em’s tone as she speaks, and you’re no stranger to it, as you had heard it more than once. But if it isn’t her voice and her words that make the insides of your thighs slick with arousal, then its the way she suddenly grabs your hips and pulls you down, right onto the apex of her thigh. The feeling of her thigh against your clothed core is consuming enough to make you shiver, your hands raising and landing on her shoulder to give yourself more leverage.
“Keeping us away from you…makin’ up those excuses ‘bout being busy…and then gettin’ us to come here?” Every sentence is emphasized by her hands rocking your hips with a precision that's almost deadly. With every rock, the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs brushes perfectly against hers, making you curse.
“Thought you were doin’ somethin, huh?”
Shuri’s hands had shifted as you straddled Em’s leg, one raising to cup the underside of your jaw while the other slipped deftly under the cropped tank top adorning your top half. She cupped one of your bra-clad breasts, her thumb rubbing over the underside of it. The waves of pleasure emitting from your top and bottom half makes your eyes flutter until they close, your head falling back slightly to rest on Shuri’s chest.
“We’ll give you what you want, what you schemed so hard for…”
Shuri’s voice is almost raspy as she speaks into your ear, her lips brushing against your skin. The hand placed on your jaw reaches around until her slender fingers cover the expanse of your neck. Her hand presses into the diamond and vibranium encrusted necklace she had given you, the points of the panther claws digging slightly into your skin and only adding on another layer of pleasure.
EM’s hands tighten, increasing the speed with which she maneuvers your hips until you’re panting slightly, your throat bobbing with each breath under Shuri’s hand.
“But we’ll do it on our terms, now.”
Her sentence is almost close to a reprimand, making your eyes snap open right as Em’s hands stop, holding you in place. The pleasure that had been building quickly comes to a stand still, making a whine leave your mouth as you try rocking your hips once more. Em’s hands are unrelenting in their strength, not letting you move an inch as she stares up at you, a smirk slowly raising the corner of her mouth.
Any and all words you think of die on the tip of your tongue as Shuri’s hands pull you backwards, prompting you to stand on your feet once more. Your core throbbed as the pressure made by Em’s thigh disappeared.
Emerald watches as Shuri pulls you against her, one hand still on your neck while the other is placed on your hip. With a sound of frustration in your ear, Shuri quickly reaches for the cardigan hanging off your shoulders, pulling it until she all but rips it off your frame, and leaving you in the matching cotton shorts and cropped tank top.
“An entire month of nothing, and now you want to act shy. Why is that, usana? Hm?”
Emerald leans forward, blindly reaching for one of the bags that had been brought out, and the mere sight of her reaching in before pulling out the strap you had grown very comfortable with has your thighs clenching together and a whine crawling up your throat. It makes itself known as you breathlessly speak,
“Please. I just wanted-”
“We know what you want.”
Her movements are quick as her fingers wrap beneath the necklace adorning your neck, tightening it slightly. Every coherent thought of yours flies out of the window as Shuri’s hand suddenly delves beneath the waistband of your shorts, cupping your clothed core. The sudden sensation makes you jump, your ass pressing firmly into the front of her body as you bend over slightly.
“Shit-!”
She doesn’t give you time to recover or even catch your breath before her fingers are moving in tight circles over your clit, her other arm pulling you up until your back is pressed against her chest.
The feeling of Shuri’s fingers working you over while the other gently squeezes your neck makes your eyes roll back in pleasure, a drawn out moan leaving your lips. Her arm across your chest is strong enough to keep you standing on your shaky legs, as with each pass of her skilled fingers across the most sensitive part of you makes it harder to function.
It makes a tightness build in the pit of your stomach, one that only threatens to send out waves of pure pleasure and make you lose your bearings. One hand lands on her wrist where it disappears beneath your shorts, fingers wrapping around it while you soundlessly plead for her to keep going, while the other raises and grabs the back of her neck.
You can feel it building, the urge to let go and let Shuri’s hand alone work you through the orgasm cresting like a wave over your consciousness. Your mouth falls open and your breaths come quicker, pleas being mingled in with small cries…
And then Shuri wrenches her hand away, and the sound that leaves your mouth is borderline mournful as your orgasm is stopped abruptly.
Maybe you should’ve thought more about your little scheme and what would happen if they found out. You had been banking on them both being too worked up after a month or so to punish you like this, but that was obviously a mistake.
“Shuri, please…”
“You waited an entire month for this moment…I think you can wait a little longer.”
Her words make a whimper leave your mouth because…how much longer would you have to wait?
“Which one you want, princess?”
It's the sound of mischievousness and anticipation in Em’s honey smooth voice that makes your eyes snap open…and its the sight of the strap dangling from one hand while her go-to vibrator is in the other that makes your pussy clench around nothing.
This is it, this is how you die.
Em had at some point taken off her shirt and her pants, leaving her in a sports bra and a pair of boxers that hugged her hips. You swallow hard as she walks towards you, the toys in her hands taunting you with how much pleasure and punishment they could bring.
“I want something that’ll make her beg.”
Shuri’s words are emphasized by her hands turning you around before pushing you onto the couch, her and Em’s eyes appraising you as you lean back.
You wanted to tell them to hurry up and get on with it. You had been waiting for an entire month, albeit by your own willingness; but that entire month had been filled with you having to physically restrain yourself from jumping them whenever you saw them.
You weren’t in any position to make demands, though. You were completely and utterly at the mercy of both of your lovers…and it made you nervous and excited.
“We gon make her beg, alright.”
Sucking your bottom lip into your mouth, you watch with hooded eyes as Em drops the vibrator in its protective case on the table. She wraps her arms around Shuri’s waist from behind, her eyes holding yours as she lowers her lips to press a lingering, open mouthed kiss to where Shuri’s neck and shoulder meet.
Her hands spread Shuri’s legs slightly before hooking into the waistband of her sweatpants and pulling them down, all while continuing to press her lips against any skin she could reach. The sight of Shuri’s head falling back against Em’s shoulder, her strong jawline in perfect view as it clenches makes your hand act on its own accord. It slides down, running over your breasts and the tips of your hardened nipples before continuing its path to your leaking pussy. The warning in Em’s eyes makes your actions halt, your eyes instantly focusing on the sight of her hands skillfully wrapping the buckles around Shuri’s thighs before fastening them in the back. Her hand picks up a bottle that had been placed on the table, opening it and squeezing a generous amount of the lube into her hand.
“Look at her, ‘Ri.”
Shuri’s eyes follow Em’s words, connecting with yours right as Em’s hand closes over the shaft of the silicone dildo hanging between Shuri’s legs. She glides her hand up and down the length of it as the corner of her lips curve into a smile you know all too well; one that says she knows exactly what's about to happen but you don’t.
“Look how needy she is...after a month of playin, now she wanna act impatient.”
It only takes a few steps for Em to step around Shuri and make her way around the couch you’re on, your eyes following her until they physically can’t anymore. You crane your neck to try and get a glimpse of where she disappeared behind you, but your attention is quickly pulled back when you feel your necklace being grabbed.
Shuri’s eyes are hard when you look back, and she’s closer than she had been mere seconds ago. You rarely forget about the Black Panther’s abilities she had adopted, but her speed, agility, and endurance whenever you two fucked had always served as a good reminder.
“Take these off before I rip them off.” Her hands fist into the material of the cotton shorts adorning your bottom half, and you eagerly and quickly move to follow her directions, knowing full well that she could.
Your hips lift off of the couch and your hands scramble to pull them off, something you’ve been waiting to do ever since they both showed up, but your movements aren’t fast enough for the princess; that much is obvious in the way she growls before grabbing your hips, pulling them to the edge of the couch and quickly wrenching your shorts and underwear down.
The startled yelp that leaves your mouth quickly turns into a gasp as the air hits your pussy, the slickness making the air colder than it is as Shuri pushes your legs further apart. The sound of your folds separating with a squelch has a hissed breath leaving Shuri’s mouth, her eyes focusing on the part of you that she loved to bury her face into; the part of you that fed her when she was thirsting for you and gave her life while simultaneously making her want to stay until she could no longer breathe.
“How’s our girl looking, ‘Ri?”
Em’s question comes right before her hands abruptly pull your shirt up and reach beneath the cups of your bra, replacing them with her cold, firm hands. In a single motion, she has them spilling out, the straps of your bra falling down your shoulders. She rolls them in the palms of her hands, your back arching as her fingers tweak your nipples, rolling them between her fingers and gently pulling on them.
Shuri presses the pad of her thumb right onto your clit, the pressure making you jerk slightly. She drags it down between your folds, collecting the slick that’s gathered and just spreading it more, taking special care to spread it around your entrance. Your eyes threaten to close at her actions, your jaw becoming slack as heavy breaths leave your mouth; but you’re hellbent on watching everything they do to you. You had been waiting for this moment; you’d be damned if you didn't see everything.
Shuri’s voice is rough but proud as she answers Em’s question. She slows her motions, drawing out the sounds that come from her thumb swirling through your folds.
“She’s practically dripping, and its all for us.”
“And we not wasting a drop of it, are we?”
Instead of answering, Shuri separates her thumb from your clit before lifting it. Before she can get far, Em’s hand is reaching forward to grab it, lowering her head until she can wrap her lips around Shuri’s thumb. She’s positioned right over you, giving you the perfect view of how her jaw works as she swirls her tongue around Shuri’s fingers, collecting every inch of your arousal she could.
Em hums as she pulls back, the sound coming from low in her throat and shooting straight to your center.
“Oh, we not wastin’ that.”
Shuri lets go of your necklace, but its only to grab the backs of your knees and hike them into the air. She places a knee on the edge of the couch, pushing your knees towards your ears and just about folding you in half. As if they had communicated without speaking, Em’s hands replaced Shuri’s, keeping your legs suspended.
Needless to say, your flexibility had improved greatly after fucking around with Emerald Haywood and Shuri.
The position has your pussy bared to Shuri in its entirety, clenching around nothing in anticipation for the slight burn of being stretched.
Shuri’s eyes take it all in, dark and half lidded as if intoxicated from the sight, the smell, and the sound alone.
“What's your safe word?”
You can barely get the word out, your breath trembling. Her question only tells you that what's about to happen to you may warrant a safe word. It isn’t surprising, as it was a regular occurrence for both of them to ask for your safe word in separate settings…but being reminded of it while being in the clutches of both Emerald and Shuri had you trembling.
You have the nerve to think that she’ll continue even without you answering the question, but when her eyes, questioning and demanding at the same time, raise and meet yours…you know that it's in your better interest to answer.
“B-button.”
The word is barely out of your mouth before Shuri is wrapping a hand around the dildo and lining it up at your entrance, her eyes not straying from yours for a second.
“You good, ‘bae?”
Em’s voice is soft as she whispers into your ear, placing a kiss on your earlobe where your kimoyo earring sits. She shifts so that the crook of her elbow holds your leg, freeing her hand and letting it go back to your breast. She firmly cups your breast in one hand, her fingers rubbing over your nipple slowly. You can only nod in silence, your lips parting and your breath leaving you quickly. Shuri’s eyes meet Em’s as she braces her hands against the back of the couch.
A cry tears from your throat as Shuri snaps her hips forward, burying herself until the base of the strap brushes slightly against your skin. The burn is familiar, as well is the feeling of being stretched close to your breaking point…but it's welcomed.
There’s a slight burn in your legs as they start shaking already, but you don’t have to worry about them moving.
“Open your eyes, babygirl.”
“Look at me.”
Both Em and Shuri’s voices ring out at the same time and your eyes open, not wanting to disobey either one of them. You hadn’t even noticed that they had closed, too engrossed in the feeling of Shuri firmly situated between your walls while Em’s hands worked you over, adding a layer of pleasure that penetrated your entire consciousness.
Your lips move soundlessly, your breath being stolen by the waves of pleasure wracking your body and lighting every nerve of yours on fire. You want to beg Shuri to just move- you want to feel the length of her hitting every spot it could reach inside you…but she just stays still, buried fully inside of you.
“Use your words, mamas.”
Emerald’s voice reminds you that you answer to both of them tonight, and its with great difficulty that you find your voice.
“I want you. Fuck, use me. Use me, use me-”
That was evidently all Shuri needed to hear.
Her fingers close around the necklace she gifted you, pulling you forward just enough for you to have the perfect view of her disappearing into you before pulling out and slamming back in. Every stroke makes you jerk slightly, though you can’t go far due to both of their grips on you.
The desperation and lust in your voice makes a quick breath leave Em, her own pussy throbbing slightly as she watches her princess drill into her babygirl. She can hear her own breaths, slightly louder than usual, as she quickly raises her fingers to her mouth, quickly swiping her tongue over them.
She only has to lean forward slightly to reach what she’s been wanting to touch all day.
Your legs threaten to close as her fingers land on your clit, but Shuri’s hand grabbing your ankle stops that from happening. In doing so, it only allows her to hit a different angle…a different spot; one that has black spots entering your vision.
Incoherent words leave your mouth at the overstimulation that's quickly building, forming a ball of heat in your stomach. It’s almost too much, having that one spot hit over and over, relentlessly, while Em worships your clit with only her fingers.
“Oooh, baby. I’m bout…I can’t. Em, please, I can’t hold it…”
Your words are slurred as your head lolls back. It lands in the crook of Em’s neck and she takes the chance to wrap her slender fingers around your jaw, tilting your head back more to where she can whisper directly into your ear. Her breath is hot as it brushes against your skin, and the small sensation makes another whine leave your throat.
“Yes, you can. Take it. Take it, babygirl.”
Her words only push you closer to the edge, making your moans rise in volume until…well, until you’re sure you’ll have to apologize to your neighbors in the morning.
There are a multitude of sounds echoing through the space around you; the sound of Shuri’s thighs slapping against your ass, the soft squelching that comes from her strap entering your pussy, her heavy breaths that she emphasizes each stroke with, Em’s whispered words that alternated between demands and words of praise.
Shuri can’t stop the sounds of pure lust from leaving her own lips as she drills into you. Her eyes rake down your body, lingering on the way your bare chest heaves and how the thin layer of sweat reflects the lights above you. They zero in on the way Em’s fingers rub relentlessly at your clit, slipping slightly because of how wet you are.
They zero in on how your hand lands on the back of Em’s neck, your acrylics digging slightly into her skin to hold her closer…and they zero in on the look of pure adoration, love, and lust in your half-lidded eyes as you look at her.
She can tell by the way you’re mumbling incoherently, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, that your orgasm is close to washing completely over you. While she loves to hear you whimper and plead for sweet release, knowing that she had you right under her thumb, she has to admit that the sight of you cumming is a sight that she’ll never grow tired of. Its the desire to see exactly that which makes her push your leg back further, opening you up even more and drilling almost impossibly deeper.
“Shuri, ‘m bout to cum. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop-”
“You gon cum? Hm?”
Em’s fingers speed up, enough to make your bottom half tremble with how fast her motions are.
“Didn’t we say you have to beg for it?”
Shuri’s words don’t affect her motions at all; if anything, they only intensify. It makes the cry that had slowly been building in the base of your throat leave your mouth, hoarse and full of pleasure.
“Please! Please, can I cum- please, let me, I can’t-”
There are tears leaking from the corner of your eyes as they shut tightly, making you miss the look shared between Emerald and Shuri.
Its easy for the both of them to share in a feeling of desire, as they both harbored a need to take care of you…and to fuck you so well you wouldn’t be able to remember your own name.
They communicated silently, only talking to you after they both gave subtle nods to each other.
“Let go. Let go, usana.”
Almost immediately, your orgasm washes over you, stealing your breath and making your body lock up. Your back arches off of the couch as your hand scrambles to grab something, eventually landing on Shuri’s wrist. It feels like it lasts for a few minutes, at least, and the entire time, you have to focus on not passing out. Its so intense that you can barely hear both Shuri and Em as they talk you through it.
You can feel Shuri as she continues to slowly pump into you, every detail on the strap rubbing deliciously against your walls, and you can still feel Em as she slows her movements down, only slightly, as she continues rubbing at your overstimulated clit.
It’s only after your body sags against the couch once again, breaths heavy and hard to control, that they both stop their movements. Shuri slowly slides out of you, making a small noise leave your mouth at the empty feeling that follows.
She lowers herself onto the couch beside you, her eyes scanning your face for any sign of discomfort or dissatisfaction only to find nothing but something she would liken to ecstasy.
Em slowly brings her fingers to a stop, reveling in how slick they are, and reveling in the fact that it all belonged to you. She lets her wet fingers brush over any skin they come across as she drags her hand up your sweat covered body before gently lowering your legs . She uses the same hand to turn your face towards hers, your eyes fluttering as you tried to find her through your blurry vision.
“You good, ‘ma?”
You can only nod, an affirming tone escaping your throat. Ignoring the fact that your limbs are so heavy you can’t exactly move them yet and the realization that your legs will most definitely be nonfunctional tomorrow, you’d say that you were in a blissful state.
“How is she?”
Your vision clears just enough for you to see the satisfied smile on Em’s face as she looks at you, and it makes a groggy, tired grin appear on your face. She leans in, connecting her lips with yours for a few seconds before pulling back and planting another kiss on your forehead.
“She’s good. A lil out of it…but she’s good.”
‘Out of it’ is probably an understatement.
A soft laugh leaves Shuri’s mouth as her hand fixes your necklace around your neck, her fingers running gently over the small marks the necklace made in your skin. The sensation makes your head loll to the side to find her eyes, and when you do, her smile widens.
“What do you need, usana?”
You were coherent enough to recognize both of their questions as the same ones they asked after fucking you separately. The realization that you really had the best of both worlds within this relationship made your grin widen and made your heart soar.
“I’m okay. Just…stay here, both of you.”
That was something they both were eager to do, and it was evident in their actions. Shuri reaches down, grabbing her discarded sweatshirt before helping you sit up and pull it over your body. Em stands, making her way to the bathroom and grabbing a washcloth on the way only to quickly come back with it soaked in warm water.
She sits on the other side of you, taking notice of how quickly Shuri had unfastened the strap and set it to the side. The princess looks up and at Em, a fond and loving look on her face that’s undoubtedly a result of seeing the dopey smile on your face. Em shakes her head in amusement as she lowers herself onto the couch before using the wash cloth and cleaning between your legs. The feeling makes you jump slightly as it brushes against your sensitive bundle of nerves, Em gently reassuring you that she’s basically done before she even started.
The wash cloth is set somewhere, but you can only focus on the feeling of pure relaxation that's taking over your limbs, making a small yawn escape your mouth and your eyes close.
Your limbs are maneuvered by two sets of hands until you’re laying on someone’s chest, your body pressing along the line of theirs with their arm around your shoulders. The light scent of sage and lavender tells you that you’re laying on top of Shuri, and you look forward to the feeling of Em joining you, but a few seconds pass without that happening.
“How the hell we all gon fit on this couch?”
“We’ll figure it out. Come, my gem. You know you want to join.”
There’s a teasing tone in Shuri’s voice as she addresses Em, and you can feel one of her arms lift to presumably beckon her closer. Without even lifting your head, you reach out blindly until you grab onto her hand. You pull until her legs hit the couch, and only then do you scoot until you’re pressed against the back of the couch, making room for her to join.
“If I fall, I’m gettin on both of y’all’s asses.”
Your lips curve into a smile at her words and at the feeling of the couch dipping further. An arm is thrown around your waist, and the feeling of comfort intensifies as you’re embraced by the two people who hold your heart between them.
Shuri loves the early morning sunrise that your studio apartment gets in the morning. The floor to ceiling windows does wonders for allowing natural lighting into your space, and she’s found herself sitting in the space right in front of the clear glass, where the wooden floor of the main room meets the little one-two steps that lead into the tiled kitchen area. It’s where the light shines the brightest, where the heat of the suns beams is strongest.
Shuri communes with herself here, whenever she visits you. Early in the morning while you're still fast asleep, curled in your blankets and pillows just like you were now, Shuri takes the time to sneak away into the warm little spot on the floor, to meditate, to ground herself, to just think.
But sometimes, Shuri thinks too much.
She thinks of everything, and she thinks of nothing. Millions of thoughts plague her mind every day and every night, even protruding into her dreams, on the rare occasions she does have. It’s only in your arms that the thoughts quiet down, and the voices are held at bay, but they aren’t kept away for long. Because at some point, she’ll have to face them again, and they will consume her, and you aren’t always in her corner when she needs you to take them away.
So, she’s learned to sit with them. Let them overwhelm her brain like static. Eventually, they calm down, and she can breathe again. And it's mornings like these, where she sits in the glow of the morning sun, where the thoughts aren’t so loud, and Shuri’s mind is at ease, that she enjoys the most.
“What’chu doin’ up this early, princess?”
Her voice comes first - rich, smooth, slightly raspy from sleep, and for a moment. It’s addictive, especially now that she’s had the pleasure of hearing it in person, and not from her holographic screen next to her bed from the three of you falling asleep on call together.
Then, comes the gentle touch of her hand - short french-tipped nails brush against Shuri’s cheek and the warmth of her open palm causes the princess’s head to lean into it. She stands behind Shuri, and it takes all of her to not lean back into the other woman’s legs.
“Nothing, my gem,” Shuri assures Emerald, as she opens her eyes, greeted by the reflection of her lover caressing her face lovingly, “just thinking.”
Emerald is a sight to see in the morning. Sweats that hang dangerously low on her hips revealing the band of her boxers that are snug on her pelvis, and a loose cropped shirt that hangs off one shoulder. Her hair hangs low, curls obscuring her eyes, and it only makes her look more tempting to the princess.
“Thinkin’ ‘bout what?” Emerald asks, moving to take a seat next to you, her body pointed to Shuri’s, which faces the window.
The princess shrugs, not really knowing the answer herself. “I don’t know, really.”
“Do you think a lot?”
“Unfortunately.”
Emerald hums in response, her hand still resting on Shuri’s cheek. “What about?”
“A lot of things,” Shuri answers, “a lot of things that would certainly overwhelm you, or (Y/N).”
“So, princess things?”
“Princess things…and then some.”
A soft chuckle escapes both of their lips, with a smile that stays on Emerald’s as she takes in Shuri’s appearance. She still had on the same sweatpants as yesterday, as well as the sports bra, but the sight couldn’t be any more delicious to the dark skinned woman. It didn’t help that her eyes were half-lidden and her curls were a mess, a sure sign that the princess was still riddled with sleep.
“I don’t like thinking sometimes,” Shuri mutters after a moment. Emerald hums once more, urging her to continue.
“It’s too much to think, sometimes. People expect me to, though. To think, to have all the answers. I do- well, not all the answers to everything, but I do get answers. But I also get overwhelmed. Sometimes…I wish someone else could do the thinking for a while. Let my brain get quiet for a bit. I can’t remember the last time I didn’t have to think, but I’m sure, compared to now, it was pleasant.”
Shuri mumbles on, and Emerald takes into account her body language as she speaks - she’s relaxed, but still slightly rigid. She can see it in the way Shuri’s stomach is tense, possibly with anxiousness. Emerald understands why, even though she jokes about it often; she knows the job of a royal isn’t easy, especially for Shuri. She think’s for everyone and has no outlet of her own to turn to.
“You don’t wanna think for a while, right?”
Shuri pauses for a moment, before nodding her head ‘yes’ in response.
“I can make that happen for you, princess.”
Before Shuri has a chance to question Emerald’s statement, she feels her other hand gliding against her midsection in a soothing, almost sultry motion. The low octave of which she spoke made warmth pool into Shuri’s stomach, into her core. Chocolate brown irises bore into each other deeply, tempting each other to lean in.
“I can help you stop thinkin’, is that what you want, baby?”
Shuri nods, this time her reaction is almost immediate. Emerald leans in and captures Shuri’s lips in a breathtaking kiss. It soon turns passionate; Emerald is on Shuri’s lap, and the princess’s grip on her hips is deadly as she whines into the kiss, heat pooling into Shuri's core, begging for attention.
Once the need for oxygen becomes too great, Emerald is the first to pull away, lips swollen and chest heaving from the intensity of the kiss. She stands, pulling Shuri up with her, and places a quick kiss onto the princess’s lips while tugging at her bottoms.
“Bed. Now.” Emerald demands. “And take these off, too. I’ma be right back.”
Shuri is quick to follow instructions - as Emerald goes to retrieve her strap from her bag in the storage closet, Shuri makes quick work at discarding her clothes and takes back her place on the bed, of which the three of you had retreated to at some point during the night after your previous lovemaking session.
It’s only when she’s back on the bed that she remembers your presence there, too, her eyebrows furrowed together. Although you were a deep sleeper, and can - and have - slept through violent storms and countless other loud actions, was Emerald seriously about to fuck her right next to you?
Out of her peripheral, Shuri sees Emerald return, her sweats discarded and now replaced with the boxer briefs needed for her strap. She makes a trek for the coffee table, grabbing the vibrator case that was discarded there the night prior, and from it, she produces one of the two vibrators from the set. A tiny bullet vibrator, and the sight of it alone forces Shuri to swallow the whine she desperately wants to emit, while she can feel her pussy leaking with anticipation.
Emerald climbs onto the bed, her presence demanding Shuri’s attention, knowing what the princess beneath her is thinking.
“Don’t think ‘bout her,” Emerald says, referencing your sleeping figure, your back turned to them as you snoozed soundly, deep in slumber, “don’t think, baby, just feel, can you do that for me?”
Fuck, Emerald is too good at this. Too good at taking command, too good at picking apart Shuri’s mind.
“Need you to let me in that pretty head of yours, princess. Let me take control,” Emerald leans down onto Shuri’s body, leaving kisses from her lips, trailing down her jawline, into the dip of her neck. It leaves the princess breathless, so much so that she doesn’t even hear when Emerald activates the vibrator.
“You gon’ let me in there, Princess?”
Shuri nods eagerly, but it’s nothing compared to the gasp that leaves her lips when Emerald presses the tiny bullet right onto Shuri’s dripping heat, the unholy noises that come from the vibrations and her slick meeting. The metal of the device is cold at first, but with Emerald’s skillful hands circling the device around Shuri’s clit in agonizingly slow motions, it’s not long before Shuri’s brain becomes muddled and weak.
“Fuck, fuck, Em, please…” Shuri whines when the device is place right onto her clit, which is only encouragement for the other woman to continue. There’s a slight tremble in Shuri’s legs already, and it gets Emerald excited.
“Princess is already goin’ dumb,” she hums affectionately right into Shuri’s ear, and the statement awakens something deep within her that she wasn’t aware was even present, “goin’ dumb over a lil’ vibe?”
Shuri’s ability to speak was stripped from her with Em’s words, even more so when she slipped a digit in between her seeping folds. A silent moan left Shuri’s lips at the added pressure, her head began shifting from side to side, overwhelmed from the littlest of contact.
Emerald pressed soothing kisses onto Shuri’s neck while her digit pumped in and out of Shuri’s folds, a gasp of her own slipping past her lips once she actually got a feel for how wet the princess was. Shuri’s pussy was practically sopping with slick, making her in and out motions seem effortless. There was so much, she was surprised her entire hand wasn’t covered with it. It was too tempting - Emerald had to have a taste.
Shuri’s eyes were closed, too caught up in the feeling of pleasure. The sudden absence of Emerald’s face in her neck made the princess whine, but it was soon replaced with a silent scream when the vibrator that had been abusing her clit for the past few minutes was removed, and replaced with Emerald’s tongue.
“Oh, fuck, n-no, Em, please-” but it was too late. The vibrator deactivated and discarded, Emerald’s now free hand went to place itself on top of Shuri’s abdomen, steadying the princess’s desperate attempts at shying away, but Emerald wasn’t having it. She added another digit, picked up the pace, and started curling her fingers inside Shuri’s velvety walls, trying to pinpoint the spot that would have her legs trembling. And when Emerald did find it, and started brushing it mercilessly while her tongue did wonders on Shuri’s clit, the princess couldn’t control the volume of her voice anymore.
“Em, em, I’m cumming-” Shuri whines, her eyes beginning to swell with tears of overwhelming pleasure, “please- please, I can’t- oh, Bast, I’m cumming, I’m cumming-!”
Emerald’s assault on Shuri’s pussy remained ruthless as the princess rode out her high, the blinding pleasure being taken out on the poor sheets and Emerald’s poor curls, but the sting only edged Emerald on further. It took everything in Shuri to not let the Black Panther strength overtake her as her legs closed around Emerald’s head, tremors racking through her limbs in waves. IT’s only when Shuri is coming down that Emerald’s actions begin to slow to a halt.
Emerald lifts her head to see Shuri, spent and breathless, her chest heaving from the intensity of her climax. She’s so effortlessly beautiful, it drives Emerald insane. She slowly pulls her fingers from Shuri’s fluttering core, making the princess’s legs close once again and her core clench around nothing. The lack of presence inside of her makes her whine, but Emerald has plans to fix that soon.
When Shuri opens her eyes once again, the sight before has the slick between her legs pooling once again. Emerald has brung the fingers which were previously buried deep inside of her to her lips, relishing in Shuri’s delectable taste. It’s a sight that has Shuri’s head falling back onto the pillow, desperate for Emerald’s touch once again.
Said woman climbs her way back up to Shuri’s face, taking care to glance at your figure to make sure you were still sleeping. Once your figure is confirmed to be still fast asleep, Emerald plants a series of kisses onto Shuri’s lips, of which the princess returns just as eagerly. “You good, princess?”
Shuri is too breathless to speak, so all that comes out in response is a nod and a short whine, which makes Emerald chuckle. “Got you so dumb, can’t even speak.”
Her words have an intense heat creep up Shuri’s neck, because she knew part of it was true. “That’s fine. I’ll just learn your body instead.”
Shuri jumps when the tip of the cool silicone brushes against her sensitive clit, another whine emitting from her lips. She’s about to question when did Emerald have time to slip the strap into place in her boxers, but the other woman is already a step ahead of her. She’s stroking Shuri’s thighs as she gets them into position, helping the princess relax, even though the events of her previous orgasm are still present in the light trembles that run through Shuri’s legs.
“Hold ‘em back for me baby,” it’s so embarrassing, but Shuri complies, holding the back of her knees in the crevice of her elbow, bearing her sopping wet heat to Emerald, and she all but gasps at the sight of such a pretty pussy on display just for her. It’s nothing compared to the pictures and videos she was blessed with until now, and Emerald takes her time drinking in the sight. Though it’s not long before Shuri gets needy again, and Emerald has to shush the princess with promises of taking care of her soon enough.
“Need you to do somethin’ for me, princess,” Emerald says, as she aligns the strap to Shuri’s entrance, lubricating the silicone with the other woman’s cum and slick, “Need you to focus on my strap, okay? Don’t think ‘bout nothin’ else, you hear me?”
Emerald’s hand rubs soothing strokes along Shuri’s inner thigh; the princess nods with a hum, but it’s not enough for Emerald this time. “Use your words for me, baby.”
“I will,” Shuri chokes out, “I’ll focus on the- oohh my god-!”
In the midst of Shuri’s response, Emerald pressed the silicone strap between Shuri’s folds, and she and Shuri watch as it disappears into the princess. Shuri wants to shout, scream, but nothing comes out of her throat, so she’s left in a silent scream as the overwhelming feeling of being filled by Emerald consumes her entire being.
Emerald buries herself to the base, her stomach brushing ever so gently against Shuri’s sensitive clit, and it makes the princess jerk and the strap inside of her to move ever so slightly, and Shuri is seeing stars.
She feels it, everything in its entirety. The veins that run the length of Emerald’s strap, the tip of it that is oh so close to brushing against that spongy spot of pleasure. And she’s full, so incredibly full and stuffed that there’s nothing else her mind can even begin to think about. Her brain has been emptied of everything else, and the only thing in it is Emerald, and how deliciously she's filling her.
Shuri can’t speak, and Emerald doesn’t force her to. Instead, she takes note of Shuri’s body language, allowing that to be her guide on how to proceed. Once Shuri has calmed down from the overwhelming sensation, and she begins to release noises of desperation, Emerald begins to move.
Her pace is slow and steady, but even so, it has Shuri belting out mewls of pleasure, incoherent babbles spewing from her lips, and it’s here that Emerald confirms she has officially made Shuri dumb for her dick, and the thought alone boosts her ego to incredible heights.
Though Emerald is enraptured by the pants and moans that are spilling out from Shuri’s lips, she can’t help but notice that there’s another spill of them, and when she turns to check on your supposedly sleeping figure, she finds you, in fact, not sleeping, but very much caught up in your own pleasure, with one hand fondling your breast, and the other rubbing circles into your own clit.
It causes her to chuckle, seeing you so easily worked up out of your sleep, and while she maintains her long, languid strokes into Shuri, she reaches over to you, surprising you when her two digits slip right into your slippery heat with ease.
Soon you and Shuri are moaning messes, so close to coming undone together, when Emerald has the best idea she’s ever had in her life.
“Shuri, baby, open your eyes for me,” and Shuri obliges, being met with the delicious sight of Emerald looking down at her with so much love and desire, and in following down her outstretched arm, she sees you, utterly lost on Emerald’s fingers pumping in and out of you as well.
“Can my princess come pleasure my babygirl? While I fuck you from behind? Can you do that for me?”
Emerald doesn’t even have to ask, because the minute she retracts her strap and her hands from both you and Shuri’s core, the princess makes quick work to settle herself between your legs, immediately dipping down to lick and suck at your clit, and you release a desperate, “Haaa, fuck, please…-!” when Shuri’s long fingers slip into your core to replace Emerald’s.
Not a moment passes before Emerald is right behind Shuri, once again aligning herself with the other woman's entrance, and Shuri releases a long, drawn out, “Fuuucckk,” when Emerald slips back inside of her with ease. She picks up her pace, her strokes causing the princess to jerk forward with every thrust, which in turn causes delicious friction against your clit as Shuri’s tongue laps and sucks as it with hunger. Heavy moans and high-pitched whines fill the tiny yet luxurious studio apartment, and as Shuri was still reeling from her last orgasm, it’s only natural that she’s also the first to feel the knot in her stomach tightening once again.
“Shuri, Shuri please, I wanna cum…!” you beg, which only insights her own spiel of whimpering for release, “fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, Em, I’m cumming again!”
And Emerald would be lying if she said she wasn’t feeling one coming for herself, too, because delivering these back shots to Shuri had the edge of the base of the strap brushing against her own clit just right in these boxers. She couldn’t hold out for long. None of them could.
“You gon’ cum for me, princess?” Emerald slurs, and Shuri’s hums of response in such a beautiful, lust filled voice has the dark skinned woman drunk, desperate to hear more. “You gonna make babygirl cum, too?”
“Pleeaaseee, wanna cum, wanna cum so bad, please!” Your squeal of desperation doesn’t go unnoticed by either woman, and it’s Emerald’s whispers of praise - ‘make us cum, princess’, ‘you’re doin’ so good, baby’, ‘fuck, you makin’ me feel that shit, baby’ - that drive Shuri over the edge.
Shuri cums once more, no, she squirts this time, her orgasm spraying all across the sheets and Emerald’s bottom half. You’re soon to follow, releasing right into Shuri’s mouth, and the princess drinks every last of your release. And Emerald is the last, her strokes becoming uncoordinated and unsteady as a sign of her impending climax, and it’s with one last thrust that she stills inside of Shuri, allowing herself to be overwhelmed by the intensity of her own orgasm.
It takes a moment, but all three of you collapse back onto your respective places on the bed - Shuri in the middle, you on the right, and Emerald on the left, closest to the wall. In synchronized heaving and shared glances of love and adoration for one another, a smile graces on each of your faces.
“Well, if I ain’t know any better, I’d say this is a great morning,” hums Emerald, who is the first to recover. You and Shuri, still spent - Shuri more so, as she endured not one, but two earth shattering orgasms - release breathless laughs of agreement to the dark skinned woman.
“Goodmorning, my love,” Shuri hums, “and yes, great morning, my gem.”
“G’morning…” you yawn.
And what a good morning it was.
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𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 ༊
pairing: emerald haywood x black fem!reader
word count: 2k
synopsis: you were missing your girlfriend so when she returned home, you showed her how much you missed her when she’d be away from you 25/8.
warnings: (18+ smut) & (cursing)
tags: @abenomeiiii @playhousedistee @vampzxi @heejayy @amplifiedmoan @sapphicvqmpires @oceean @everythingiseverythingl
A/N hey guys!!! this is just a lil sum sum because imma whore for emerald 🌚. anyways, hope ya like it! (also didn’t proofread so.. hehe— ignore any errors!) feel free to leave me any tips, iam very new to this so cut me some slack luvbugs.
emerald had been spending lots of time with her brother lately, not that you were against it, you admired that she wanted to be up hanging around her brother, it just simply felt like she didn’t have time for you. she’d be coming in late when you’d already been in bed, fast asleep. her working late almost every day didn’t make it any better. it had been this way for the past two weeks. two whole weeks you suffered, feeling quite lonely. truthfully, you missed her. you missed her touch, her kisses, her compliments, you missed it all.
it had been awhile since you and her have touched on each other in such intimate ways. as you were laying down in bed, you felt yourself heating up in between your legs as you thought about about her, flash backs from the times she had you on all fours, the times she had you begging to let you cum. the thought of her making you beg made your arousal scurry down your thigh. you squeezed your legs together, not making the sensation any better.
you continued, slightly opening up your legs and squeezing them closed again & again. the feeling becoming more pleasurable each time, causing your breathing to pick up. you stood up and walked over to the other side of the room, opening up a drawer. inside were a few of your favorite toys. you picked out your purple vibrator and hopped right back into your bed.
you pulled down your panties and cut on your vibrator, on the lowest setting. you huffed before spreading your legs a bit and placing the head of your vibrator on your clit. “fuck!” you hissed at the feeling. you let it stay there for awhile, as you began thinking about how emerald had you the last time you two had sex. her bending you over in shower popped up into your head, making you moan out louder. “mm fuck.” you turned it up higher, making you buck your hips upward, grinding against the vibrations.
you begin to move your vibrator in a circular motion, still grinding against it. “emerald! unnh.” you felt yourself getting closer, turning it up a bit higher. “shit, emerald! i’m so close, baby— fuck!”riding out your high, you moved your head slightly to right and—emerald?!
you powered off your vibrator and covered yourself up in your blanket. (yeah, as if em hasn’t seen every inch of your body already.)
“why you stop, mama?” emerald glared at you. “how long have you been standing there?” you say and itself muffled from hiding underneath the blanket. “a while.” she claimed and you swore you could sense her smirking at this very moment. “long enough to hear ‘unnh! emerald! unnh unnnh’” emerald mimicked. you sat up and threw the pillow behind you at her, missing terribly. “you’re not funny.” you frowned, crossing your arms. “aww, did my baby miss me? hm?” she walked over towards you, taking her index finger to your chin and lifting up your face to look up at her. “i did! you’re always gone, em.” you pout.
“i know baby, i know,” she leaned down to kiss your forehead. “oj’s going on a business trip for 3 weeks so you know what that means, pretty girl?” “hopefully that i get you to myself?” you say selfishly with no care in the world. “yes lover.” she brought her lips to yours. she tasted sweet. you would feel her kiss you in your sleep but this little peck, you missed and wanted more. when she pulled away, you pulled her back down to you, deepening the kiss. coming up for air, emerald backs away.
“you not off the hook, y/n.” she smirked, leaning against the wall. “finish what you started.” she crossed her arms. “you’re here now, so why don’t you finish what i started.” you got up, walking over to where emerald stood. “how bout,” emerald grabbed you by the waist and backed you up towards the bed. “you do as i say.” emerald challenged. “okay baby.” you accepted. “sit.” she said sternly.
you did as she said and sat down at the edge of your bed. “now finish what you started, like i said.” you nodded and grabbed your vibrator, turning it on. it had already been at a fast speed from earlier. you then spread your legs wider, making sure emerald had a good view before placing it back on your already sensitive bud, making you hiss at the impact. “shit!” emerald stood over you, smirking. you could already feel your orgasm building up as your vibrator dug into your pussy. “unnh! emerald.” the look on her face couldn’t have been more sexier. she loved that she had such an affect on you but knowing what you do to her makes you leak uncontrollably.
“my shit sound good in your mouth, say that shit again mama.” she praised. “fuck emmy! unnh. i’m so- fuck i’m so close baby.” you moaned out, bucking your hips over and over. emerald came back to reality and took away your vibrator from you, making you whine. she turned it off and put it on the dresser.
“what the fuck, em?” you shouted. “couldn’t have you cumming just yet, my love.” she grinned. emerald slipped off her pants and shirt.
leaving her in just her boxers and matching polo sports bra. emerald then walked over to you, pushed you back down onto the bed, laying on top of you. her thumb glided across your lip before she put her lips onto yours. you wrapped your legs around her waist and your arms around her neck, deepening this kiss. the kisses started trailing down your neck, letting out breathy moans.
her hand started to travel down to your dripping cunt. “p-please, em.” you whined. “please what? what you want me to do for you baby?” she said in between kisses on your chest. “make me cum please.”
her fingers landed on your clit in a split second. she started with slow circles on your sensitive bud. she removed her fingers, spit on them and then put them back onto your pussy. moving a bit faster now. “shit! em.” her fingers moved down to your hole, she circled her two fingers around it before inserting them inside you. “oh fuck-“ you moaned out. she started pumping them in and out of you and you were now a moaning mess.
“look at me pretty.” emerald sat up to hover over you as she fucked into you. you opened your eyes and looked up at her, making an o shape with your mouth as she rammed her fingers into you harder with her fingers slightly curved. “that’s my good girl. you’re so wet for me.” she praised. making you close your eyes again. she slammed harder into you. “look at me i said.” she demanded. your eyes shot back up to her. you held onto her shoulders. “fuck baby. baby i’m going to cum! unnh.”
emerald leaned back down to kiss you. her fingers went back to your clit, moving swiftly in an circular motion. making you moan in her mouth. you felt your orgasm was approaching. you mumbled cuss words into her mouth as you began to release. “that’s it my love, cum on me.” still rubbing your clit as your juices squirted all down your leg and onto the sheets. your back arched at the sensation.
emerald laid down on the bed next to you and pulled you into a hug to comfort you while you come down from your high. “how was that?” em questioned. “it was g-good.” you say, still out of breath. “was it? nah, i don’t think you had enough.” she smirked. emerald got up and lifted you up. you stood up and she turned you around, your back facing her front. she took her right hand and placed it on your boob and her other hand went down to your pussy. she rubbed her fingers through your slick and brought her fingers up to your mouth, you sucked like you knew you were supposed to and you moaned at your taste.
she removed her fingers and put them into her mouth, licking and sucking them. when she removed them she pushed you onto the bed and you landed flat on your stomach. you then felt her cold warm hands lift your ass up into the air, arching your back. “you know i’m not done with you right?” she laid on her kneeled down onto the bed behind you.
she smacked your ass, making you winch in pain. she grabbed your waist from the bottom and began licking your pussy from the back. her smooth tongue gliding around your pussy made you lose your arch. “unt unt, keep that ass up for me.” emerald said, tapping your thigh. you fixed your arch as emerald ate you out. she sucked on your clit, making you moan out. if you had neighbors, they’d surely know her name now. she stuck her tongue into your pussy, fucking in and out of your hole.
her grip on your waist got tighter and she started pulling you up closer into her face. “y- you feel so fucking- fuck! so good!” you managed to say. she dug into you even deeper, savoring your taste and moaning into you. sending vibrations into your pussy, making it wetter and wetter. your breathing started to pick up as you felt your next orgasm coming soon. “just like that baby. fuck! don’t stop!” you whined. her grip on you tightened as she made her way back to your clit, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “yes! i’m going to- i’m going to cum, fuck!”
after letting go, she continued eating you out. the overstimulation was too much to handle so you laid down on your stomach, legs beginning to shake. emerald sat up, face glistening from your release all
on her face she flipped you over and laid next to you again. you laid on her chest as she massaged you back, trying to calm you down. “you good, baby?” you took a while to respond, your chest was heaving up and down.
finally calm, you look down in emeralds eyes. “i’m okay.” you assure. emerald shut her eyes and smiled. when she didn’t open them again for a while, you thought she’d had been done with you and was going to bed. you weren’t done with her though. you got up and moved your hand up and down her thighs. “one more emmy, please?” emerald sat up and bit her bottom lip. “what do you want to do?” she raised a brow. you smirked and slowly pulled down her boxers while keeping eye contact, basically asking for approval.
the sight of her dripping pussy made you heat up in between your legs. you lifted up one of her legs and one of your and sat down in between her legs. feeling each other’s wetness. you reached for her bra and she helped you pull it over her head. you kissed her lips, tasting yourself on her. you kissed down her neck, on her breasts, sucking and licking on her nipples as you started to slowly grind against her. you rocked your hips, feeling a trail of her slick leak down your thighs. “fuck y/n.” she moaned. she then grinds in sync with you. you picked up the speed, making emerald make an o shape with her mouth. “you feel so fucking good.” she moaned beneath you.
“i missed you so much, em” you grind against her faster, your clits meeting every time, making you ache. “unnh. baby!” she moaned out, grabbing at your hips and bucking up against you. the sinful squelching noises echoing throughout the room only amped you up more, you fucked against her harder, nearly close to cumming. “y/n baby, i’m going to c- cum!” em whined, out of breath.
“cum baby, cum on my shit.” you huffed, gripping on emerald tighter. “i’m cumming!” emerald whimpered. you felt her releasing herself on you, the next time your clits met, you felt yourself cumming right after her. “fuck y/n, you’re so wet.” emerald breathed out. you collapsed on her chest once again, out of breath.
“you really did miss me, huh?” emerald chuckled. “yes, yes i did.” you replied. “my baby.” she massaged your back. “let’s go shower, alright?” “who said i was done?” you sat up and smirked. “who said you couldn’t finish in the shower?” she challenged. “race ya!” you got up and tried to run, forgetting you just came a few times and your legs were numb. you sat your wobbly behind down on the floor before you bust your ass.
“see look at you, fiending.” she laughed. “shut up and come help me.” you pouted.
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Chapter 1
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Devin, New Jersey
Early November
“Mina?” I heard kaylina call out. I was in the back room changing for tonight. “Here you are Mina! I’ve been looking for you.” She said with an upset voice.
“Sorry girl but I have to get dress and then help Ryan set up the bar for tonight. It is bad enough I was late.” I said walking to my locker for my hair tie. Kaylina came up behind me and helped me put my hair in a ponytail. “What happened! Normally I am the late one but today is you. Is everything alright.” She finished putting my hair back and took a step back. I closed my locked and took a deep breath.
I turned around I nodded my head and walked to the door after checking myself out. Once we walked out I seen Ryan cleaning glasses. I walked over there while Kaylina walked to other side. “Ugh! I need a drink. Ryan! give me my normal.” Kaylina said waving her hand back and forth. Ryan rolled her eyes and gave her a sweet tea out the mini fridge. Kaylin’s rolled her eyes taking the drink and walking away.
When I looked to see where she was going i seen Emerald walked over after saying something to one of the dancers. She came over to the side of the bar and gave me a hug a small kiss on the forehead “Hey Mymy. Why didn’t you text me to come get you.”She smiled softly looking down at me. “Sorry Emmy. I just had a lot to do and Zy wouldn’t go to sleep unless I was there with him. So I was late and had to uber. Sorry I didn’t call you but weren’t you in a meeting anyway.” I said restocking the liquor on the shelves. “That didn’t matter Mymy! It’s late at night and you ubering is not safe! Don’t make me hurt you girl. I know you’re smarter than that!”
Emmy took my hand a smacked it like I was a child. I took my hand out of hers, rolled my eyes and walked to the back of the bar where we keep the liquor. Today was Friday and we are mostly busy over the weekend so I wanted to make sure we had enough liquor in the front for tonight.
A little later
“Girl my feet hurt. Those heels are not for the weak. Aren’t you glad you aren’t a stripper Mina.” Kaylina said seating down behind the bar. We have been open for about 2 hours at the club is busy.I’ve been running around trying to make sure i get everyone’s drink orders. “Yeah, I am but my feet hurt too from running around. Im kinda upset that I didn’t get to see you perform.” I said grabbing drinks and putting them on my tray. I didn’t even get to her what she said before I walked away to give this table of girls their shots. “Here you guys go sorry about the wait ladies.” I said smiling at the group of girls. It was someone birthday so they get free shots on the house.
“Oh my gosh! thank you so much. Guys we have to tip her good!” They drunk birthday girl said. She was on her 5 drink and I don’t even know what shot number she was on but drunk was a understatement for what she was. Walking away from the group I made it back to the bar and took a sit.
I went to messages and seen my brother texted me a picture of Zylus still sleep. I hearted the picture and put my phone in my pocket when I heard someone call my name. “Mina! I need you to be the bottle girl for the VIP room tonight. Mia called out so it just Layla but she didn’t want to do it. Ryan said looking at the tablet in her hand. She been stressing all night because people keep calling out so it’s just 3 of us tonight.
“Um, sure i guess it’s like i have a choice” I said getting up and walking to where she was. She handed me a tray with dark liquor and a tray with light liquor. “ Ok it’s the VIP room on the third floor so you can use the elevator and the cart to help you. Just swipe your card and the elevator should work if not here is mines. Once’s you get up there knock 4 times before entering so they can know you are coming in.” She said handing me her id card and the cart. Once’s I put the trays on the cart i walked over to the back of the club and used her id card to get in.
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“I’m telling y’all she wants me.She just playing with me.” Nawi said passing the blunt to Emerald. She telling us about this girl that she met who is playing hard to get. I don’t know why she thinks we give a fuck but we really don’t care.
“I don’t think she play Nawi.Its been about 2 months now.If she was playing hard to get she would have been told you now.” Izgoie said with a smirk on her face.
After she says said that we hear 4 knocks at the door. “Come in” i said looking down at my phone. “Sorry to interrupt but I am Mina your bottle girl for today.” I hear this sweet smooth voice say. When I looked up I seen who was talking. She looks new because i’ve never seen her before. She looks about 5’5, with the softest brown skin. As she walks in and puts the bottles on the table I look over to Izgoie and she looks her up and down with this subtle expression.
“Mina! you not no bottle girl you’re a bartender. What you doing up here. Emerald said getting up. I looked at her confused.How the fuck she know her. Emerald grabs the girl “Mina” hand and walks to the corner of the room. I look back over to Izgoie and she looks at me “She beautiful. How come i’ve never seen her before.” she said looking at me than back at her
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen her before either.” I said looking at her fully. She had the prettiest curly hair with baby hairs out into swoops. Her eyes were 2 different colors, light brown and hazel.
And man let’s not forget her body. I can tell she had a little pug but it didn’t look bad on her.
“you know i don’t like you coming up here mina” Emerald said with an attitude.
They talked for a while before mina looked around and looked at me. We held eye contact before she looked at Izgoie.She smiled at her before putting thebottles in her hand on the table, hugged Emerald and walk out..
THE END
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Sure Looks Strange to Me I
You met Emerald Haywood purely by chance. You didn’t expect to go through a near death experience with her but stranger things have happened.
WARNINGS: Mature, NOPE spoilers, swearing, crude jokes, drug use (weed), death mention, suggestive language, mentions of oral sex (female receiving), this story is lesbian so yes the relationship moves very fast for no reason, written like a romcom, not proofread
Dividers by: Firefly-Graphics
Part 1 Part 2
“Hey! I’m gonna need help setting these cameras up”
“Why can’t Nessie help?”
“Because she’s retail plus you’re the only other person who knows the system like I do”
“Come on Angel I’m off in 30 minutes” you reasoned. It’d been a long day of monotonous transactions and backroom stocking. There was nothing more you wanted to do than go home and get some much needed rest.
“Dude, stop being a crybaby and just help me out. You can write it off as overtime. Plus you’ve been talking about wanting the new AirPods” he wiggled his eyebrows at you, trying his hardest to sell you on this.
“Ew stop it” you laughed “let’s just get this over with” Angel shot you an appreciative smile as he exited the backroom. You followed behind your coworker turned best friend already counting down the minutes until you were back home and in bed.
After you helped Angel load the newly purchased camera system in the company owned van you two were off.
“…I mean she didn’t even call me after. Not even for the final closure fuck” Angel slammed his hand against the leather steering wheel. The two of you had been driving for almost an hour out to the Haywood ranch. Angel spent maybe 15 minutes of that talking about UFO’s and the rest of the time crying over his ex.
“Dude you complained about her every. day.” you loved your best friend but boy was he delusional. His tumultuous relationship with his now ex-girlfriend was anything but happy. You silently wondered why he was grieving its end so hard. You looked to him — maybe he wasn’t delusional. Maybe he was just in love. What’s the difference anyway?
“Yeah but she was the one” he exclaimed once again “what great couple doesn’t go through shit. Look at Beyoncé and Jay-Z!”
“They’re millionaires! They can afford to be unhappy.”
“Ah you don’t get it” he grumbled gripping the steering wheel. After a beat of silence he turned to you and opened his mouth once again “do you think these guys are in a UFO hotspot?”
“What?” you turned from your phone looking at him incredulously “is that what they told you?”
“They didn’t tell me”
“Oh…”
“But they ‘told’ me alright”
“Dude.”
He clamped his mouth shut settling back in his seat.
“I don’t know I’ve got a feeling” he added “plus I trust them”
“Yeah me too could you turn the radio on?” you asked before stifling your laughter. He shot you a look that said ‘stop being mean to me’. You patted his shoulder in reassurance “love ya dude.”
“Yeah yeah” he quirked a smile “when we get abducted you won’t be laughing.” Angel never held grudges or took things too seriously. That’s probably why your friendship had lasted so long.
After a short stretch of silence he eventually began drumming his hands on the wheel to the song playing on the radio.
“You’re a strange animal…” he hummed “hey you remember this song? Gordy’s home theme song”
“What?“ you didn’t bother looking from your phone this time.
“Aw come on. You’re a strange animal that’s what I know” he excitedly continued “with Jupe from Kid Sheriff”
“I was born this century you know?”
“You’re just uncultured”
“Nobody remembers that show man” you laughed going back to your word scrabble app.
The two of you soon turned down a long stretch of dirt road. Down the long and winding pathway a sizable house peaked into view. It sat smack dab in the middle of a substantial piece of land.
“Okay, now be on the lookout for UFO’s” Angel muttered eyes to the sky. You quietly laughed at your friend remembering just how much you loved him and his quirks.
You and Angel had known each other since middle school. You both decided early on that the two of you were going to be glued at the hip. You just worked together. It made sense.
He was the first person you told about your sexuality. You half expected him to change or to say something weirdly sexual like most boys that age, but he only smiled. His freshmen face stretched around his newly acquired braces and with a simple sentence he whisked away all of your anxieties.
“Who do you think can kiss the most girls by the end of the year, you or me?”
It was history from there. He won by the way.
That memory was just a fading melody that echoed in the back of your mind from time to time. Your friendship had been through much more since then. From pointless fights to late night bonding. At some points the two of you spent so much time with each other that you couldn’t stand each other. Nonetheless you were like siblings in every sense of the word. You couldn’t live with him and you couldn’t live without him. You liked to think he felt the same about you.
As Angel unloaded the truck you were caught up staring up at a cloud that wasn’t moving. And no you weren’t bugging, the shit literally wasn’t moving. It was standing still amongst the other clouds, like a fixture.
“Imma pop out” you faintly heard behind you.
After a few more minutes you weren’t alone anymore.
“Like the view?”
You turned to the person who spoke. She smiled at you once you made eye contact.
“I uh” you turned back to the cloud before shaking your head and looking to the client “I apologize. Um yes its beautiful Ms. Haywood”
You took her soft hand in yours noting how firm her handshake was. She didn’t let you go as you you took a step down from the rock you’d been standing on.
“No need to apologize pretty lady” she quirked a smile at you “and Em is fine”.
You felt warm all over as her eyes trailed your movements. You looked to your hands surprised to see that they were still connected. You shyly pulled your hand back and flexed your fingers. They tingled — you already missed the warmth Em’s hand gave you.
“I better go help Angel”
“Dudes weird” she said with no real heat behind her words.
“Yeah but he’s my weirdo” You continued your walk towards Angel who was using the dolly to move the camera equipment inside the clients house. Mr. Haywood led the way.
“What’d you mean by that?” She asked stopping in her tracks.
You glanced behind you before eventually coming to a stop and turning fully towards her.
You took note of how she looked. She wore a pair of cut off jean shorts that showed off her legs. A bit of sweat was gathering at the collar of her Coyote top. You couldn’t help the feeling of fondness blossoming within you as you surveyed the sight before you. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from blurting out something stupid. Like calling the stranger who was also a client cute.
“Im sorry?”
She chuckled to herself taking a few steps towards you. You stayed put, using your hand to shield your eyes from the sun. You thought you caught a glimpse of an object darting behind a cloud but Em’s voice brought you back down to earth.
“Is he your friend, boyfriend… life partner?”
It took you longer than you’d like to admit to catch her subtlety. It was so obvious now. Everything about her was calling out to you. Pulling you closer. You soon realized why she wanted to know the information so timely.
“Oh” you laughed nervously “he’s uh my friend”
“Just friends” she raised her eyebrows eyeing you from head to toe. The hot drag of her gaze down your body took your breath away. “that’s great news!”
“Why is that?” You coyly questioned, looking up at her from under your lashes.
“Because” she simply stated. Her knowing smile and charming eyes filled you with desire. Before you knew it she was turning away to walk to her truck.
“Because?” you called behind her not bothering to follow.
“Because I wanna be your friend too” she called back without turning around.
“Cryptic” you replied through a surprised laugh. She threw a peace sign behind her before hopping in the Haywood truck and driving away.
“Hey are you gonna keep flirting or help me with this?” Angel teased. His words didn’t deter you from longingly staring at the flying dust Em left behind.
“I wasn’t flirting” you retorted feeling your face heat up.
After installing the system Angel and Oj, who asked you to not call him Mr. Haywood, took to the grounds to adjust the cameras. You watched curiously from the computer room as the bright blue sky came into view. You hummed curiously wondering why Oj had you and your friend carry out the peculiar request.
There was that cloud again. In full view not moving an inch. You peered closer to the screen trying to see some form of movement. Anything to show that the cloud was real and you weren’t going crazy.
“Havin’ fun” you jumped out of your skin at the unexpected visitor. Whipping your head around a flutter of butterflies erupted in your belly as you seen the younger Haywood smiling at you.
“I uh sorry I was just making sure the cameras were set up correctly”
“Why are you apologizing” she chuckled stepping closer to you “it’s your job, no?”
“Uh yes it is my job” you scratched the back of your ear nervously turning back to the monitors. You heard her steps near you until she stood next to you.
“What’s up there?” You eventually asked turning to her. You were surprised to find her eyes already on you.
“Who knows” she finally ripped her gaze from you and to the monitors “but we gone find out”
You raised an eyebrow wondering if Angel wasn’t so crazy after all. What are the odds that these strangers are also looking up searching for more.
“Angel thinks you guys are in a ufo hot spot” you laughed but soon faltered when you realized she want joining in “holy shit are you guys?”
The younger Haywood laughed a bit before shrugging and looking back to the monitors. She squinted her eyes searching for something. You assumed she searched for what you were searching for.
You watched her. It was kind of hard not to. There was something about her. Something that piqued your interest. You wanted to bury your nose in her fluffy hair and inhale her scent. You wanted to kiss her soft neck and hear what sounds she made. You wanted to taste her lips. God did you want her lips. You drunk her in, staring at the long expansion of her neck when someone interrupted your fascinated stare.
“Hey it’s time to head out”
You turned to Angel who looked at you like he’d just caught you red handed. His teasing smile made your face heat up in embarrassment.
“Leaving already?” Em questioned turning back to you a frown on her face “that was quick”
You decided not to mention how it took about an hour to get everything set up. But she was gone for most of the set up so there was no real way she’d be able to know.
“She’ll take your number” Angel interjected, already grabbing your phone from your back pocket. He ignored your hushed protests and handed your device (unlocked) to Em who chuckled at the two of you. You resisted the urge to sink to the floor as she winked at you.
“Thank you Angel” she smiled to you as she handed the phone back to him “I’ll be in touch”
“Sounds good” you squeaked before grabbing your phone and scurrying to the waiting van. Once inside you exhaled finally getting a good look at the newly acquired contact.
Em Haywood ❤️🐎
“Those guys are kinda dicks” Angel said once he closed his car door “if they don’t give me a good review Al is gonna be on my ass”
“Hey I’ve been waiting in the car for like 30 minutes. What took so long? Also, since when do you care what our manager thinks?”
“They needed help setting up a decoy for horse training or some shit” he shrugged pulling out of the driveway “and I care about what Al thinks since he threatened to fire me if I got one more bad review”
“You just talk too much” you snickered teasing him.
“What am I supposed to do? Sit there in silence and work?”
“Uh yes?”
“At least I’m not like you. Trying to get laid on the job”
“I was not”
“Dude you were looking at her like you wanted to go down on her”
“Jesus Christ angel”
“What?” He laughed narrowly dodging your playful shoulder slap “if it makes you feel any better she looked at you the exact same way”
“Well that’s good to know” you sarcastically retorted “I don’t even think she’s gonna text-“
Ding!
Em Haywood ❤️🐎: ‘So when can I see your pretty self again?’
“Don’t tell me that’s the carpet muncher”
“Shut up” you landed your shoulder slap this time “are you even allowed to say that?”
“Hey!” he swerved a bit before straightening the van back up “also, yes my best friend is a lesbian I get a pass or two”
“She asked when can she see me again” you smiled down at your phone.
“Tell her tonight”
“No” you scoffed “I don’t wanna seem too desperate”
“But you are…” he raised an eyebrow to you.
“Look at the road dude” you sighed when he complied “I am ugh I don’t know”
“Just say tonight. It’s okay, she’s the one who text you first. Plus we left her house like 15 minutes ago. If anything it’s her that’s desperate”
“Okay okay okay” you worried your bottom lip as you hesitantly typed a reply.
You: ‘How about tonight?’
“If she thinks I’m a creep you’re dead”
“You’re awesome nobody will think you’re a creep” Angel promised.
Em Haywood ❤️🐎: ‘Sounds good. Come over to mine?’
You: ‘See you after 7?’
Em Haywood ❤️🐎: ‘See you then 🤩’
You stayed mostly silent the rest of the car ride; occasionally cracking a joke with Angel or singing along to a song on the radio. Truthfully, you were in a daze.
It was strange actually. How could a girl you’d met an hour ago and who you exchanged barley 10 words with have you so hung up and nervous. There was something different about this one. Or maybe you were becoming delusional like Angel and his ex.
“Dude you are the worst when you have a crush” your best friend teased as you pulled back into Fry’s Electronics “you’ve been giving googly eyes to your phone since she text you”
“Do you think her strap is big?”
“Okay this conversation is over” he waved you off ignoring your delighted laughter.
You cursed quietly to yourself as you pulled up to the Haywood ranch. So many things rushed through your head. Anxiety had you strung tight, how long would it be before you snapped? You had the right to be anxious after all. You were in the middle of nowhere meeting up with a stranger who was probably going to kill you. You barley even thought this through. Why do pretty girls render you useless?
What if she’s a bad person? She could have lured many unsuspecting girls here. With her undeniable charm and convincing smile, she could’ve convinced you to do anything.
What if she thinks you’re a bad person? Or worse, boring. You placed your hand on the gearshift contemplating putting the car in reverse and hightailing it out of there, never to return. The generic jingle of your ringtone snapped you from your thoughts.
“Hello?”
“Don’t do it” Angel said without even greeting you.
“What are you talking about?” You took your hand from the gearshift and leaned back in your chair.
“I know you and I know you’re thinking about not going in right now”
“How did you know that?”
“Because I know you!”
“I can’t do this Angel” you confessed “I’m too nervous I don’t wanna embarrass myself”
“See now that’s literally impossible. You’d embarrass yourself by not walking in that house.” He was right. You hated when he was right. “Just talk to her about movies, you love movies”
“I don’t wanna talk her ear off.”
“It’s a first date who cares?”
“Date?” You shrieked “this is not a date!”
“You’re so bad at this.”
“I can’t do this, nah” you mulled over your choices: you can either go in and embarrass yourself or leave and embarrass yourself “Nope.”
“You didn’t even give yourself a chance” he offered “give yourself a chance”
“But what if it goes wrong”
“Let’s make a deal in 15 minutes I’ll call you and give you an excuse to leave if it’s going good just stay! Simple”
“Simple…” you nodded “okay yeah sounds good I’ll just do that” you took your keys out of the ignition “15 minutes Angel.”
“15 minutes and I’ll E.T phone home you”
You stopped your movements “you know you can just say phone home I know what the reference is”
“Of course you do…” your friends voice dipped out. The lights in your car dimmed until you were shrouded in darkness. You whipped your head around as the hair on the back of your neck stood up. Something within you stirred, somehow you knew you weren’t safe in that moment. It felt almost like a centuries long instinct within you was rising up. Telling you to get out of there. You breathed out slowly searching for the newcomer, you were quickly realizing that you weren’t alone anymore. The warm glow from the house became more and more muted until darkness overtook the structure. The incessant low buzz of electricity was absent. The emptiness of the countryside made the ringing silence all the more noticeable.
You took a shaky breath as you gripped your keys, ignoring the sharp metal digging into your palms. The dirt beneath your feet sunk under your weight as you stepped out of your car and surveilled your surroundings. Nothing. Nothing but darkness.
After a beat the house began emitting a warm glow lighting the area enough for you to see Em standing on the porch.
You faintly felt the vibrations of your phone turning back on.
“I thought I heard somebody out here”
“The power went out?” You sauntered over to her taking in how cute she looked under the stars.
“Yeah it does that sometimes” she supplied before turning back to the house. You shook your head ridding your mind of the odd occurrence and stepped into the antique house behind Em. The two of you soon stood before a liquor cabinet “would you like a drink? I got bourbon, tequila, vodka…”
You eyed the wooden cabinet before you as Em grabbed a couple of glasses and ice.
“I don’t really drink” you hummed turning to the girl as she sat the glasses on the table.
“I got weed” she tried.
Your matched smiles led the two of you to standing in a random room upstairs listening to records with the window open.
She took a long drag before handing the joint to you. She eyed whatever it was outside of her window as you stared at a poster on her wall.
“That horse is just hard headed” she shook her head as she sucked her teeth “I just wanna know how that nigga got out”
“How many horses y’all got?”
“Shit I don’t know at this point. Oj dumbass stay selling my daddy’s horses”
Your gaze was kept on the poster showing a clip of their great great great grandfather on a horse. Em gave you the rundown of her family as she rolled the joint the two of you were smoking.
You were so distracted that you hadn’t realized your companion moving from the window to the space just behind you. You felt a comforting heat radiating from her body as she lightly pressed against the back of you. Her hand stretched past you and pointed to one of the frames.
“Allegedly this frame got fucked up, but they decided to keep it in” her breath brushed against your sensitive ears. She smelled like vanilla and cherries mixed with fresh wood and weed. You deeply inhaled letting her scent intoxicate you. You slowly turned around, words dying on your lips finding her closer than you expected. Her nose brushed against yours as her hands softly gripped your hips.
Her lips were as soft as they looked you realized once they covered yours. She breathed you in, pulling you closer than you were before. Your begging hands tangled in her fro as you repeated her movements and pulled her closer. Electricity surged down your body as she walked you back to the waiting bed. The two of you refused to pull away from each other as your back pressed against the cold plush linen. Your mouths continued moving against each other — soft wet tongues massaging the other. Her kiss was so passionate it felt as if she was stealing the oxygen from your body. But you weren’t complaining. She briefly pulled away, her chest heaving as she took you in.
“I’m sorry I just-“ she cut herself off pressing her mouth back against yours. Her skilled tongue slipped into your mouth once again, this time with more vigor. Your bodies pressed heatedly against each other as your heartbeats began drumming in tandem. You could taste her desperation you could feel her desperation as her hands began pulling your shirt up. Her warm hands lingered on your belly, she ran her finger tips across your warm skin. Butterflies fluttered in their wake. Her sensual touch dragged across your belly before moving up to your breast.
A melodic sound filtered through the air. It pulled you from the pleasure you were receiving but only for a second. Soon the sound was gone and you were plunged back into the promise land of bliss. She didn’t waste time going back to feeling every exposed part of you. Her hand slipped under your bralette. Warm fingers brushed against your nipples making them hard. A long awaited moan climbed up your throat. She smiled against your lips.
I smiled once again hearing your desperate moans fill the air. They sounded like music and I was prepared to listen to your song forever. You felt so right beneath me. Like you were meant to be there.
I couldn’t help myself from trailing my lips down to your waiting neck. Inhaling the sweet scent you gave me only made my panties grow wetter in anticipation. I resisted the urge to grind my hips down against yours. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t searching for some sort of relief. From the moment I saw you standing there staring off into the clouds I knew I had to be near you. I had to say something to you or I feared the moment would have passed me by.
My phone began ringing again. This time I groaned in frustration, pulling away from my honey suckle I put my phone to my ear.
“What?”
“There is a bug on camera 1”
“What?” I rolled my eyes as I realized what the peculiar tech guy meant “man I told you to stop watching our shit”
I stood up shooting an apologetic look to you. You only shook your head a bashful smile on your face. I watched as you sat up and straightened your shirt then you moved to fixing your hair. We’d only been kissing for 5 minutes and you already looked fucked out. I wanted to see how you’d look after I had my way with you. Showing you just how much I like you. Showing you how pretty you are to me.
“Yeah but camera two is out” he exclaimed nervously “like ancient fucking aliens out”
“Shit!” My heart dropped to my stomach as I sprinted out of the room only Oj on my mind.
You could only sit and watch as Em abruptly left the room phone in hand. You wanted to be angry but there was something in her voice that made an uneasy feeling stir in your body.
Staring out of the window you saw what looked like sand and dust falling from the sky… or being sucked up into it. No. That can’t be it.
You squinted your eyes trying to catch a better glimpse. Em’s vocie echoed from outside.
“OJ ITS IN THE CLOUDS” her urgency startled you “RUN OJ RUN!” She continued with renewed exclamation.
Fear circle your body as you watched Oj run away from something you couldn’t quite see. Whatever it was it was big. It was angry and it was trying to suck Oj up into the sky.
You stood frozen watching the scene before you play out. Surely you had to be hallucinating. Were you simply sleep deprived. Was the weed you smoked laced with a foreign substance?
You didn’t have the chance to puzzle together what you were seeing because you were soon blacking out.
“Shit is she okay?”
“How the fuck am I supposed to know I ain’t a doctor” Em brushed some of your hair back “first fine girl I get back to the ranch and this bullshit”
“We need to wake her up somehow” Oj’s gruff voice vibrates your ears.
“I’m gonna go get some wet towels”
A sharp pain shot through your head. Bright light poured into your retinas making a pain you never felt before rush through your head.
“Em come back she’s waking up”
“I’m coming I’m coming”
You groaned watching as 3 Oj’s changed to 2 then eventually 1. Em soon came into view. She dabbed your forehead with a cold wet towel.
“You okay pretty girl?” She frowned continuing her actions.
“Angel” you muttered.
“That’s cute she thinks I’m an angel” Em cooed, her eyes growing soft as she felt her heart melt.
“Angel” you groaned again still struggling to regain consciousness. Your phone was vibrating off the hook. No doubt it was Angel calling to check on you.
“I think she talkin’ about Angel”
“Oh.”
You dragged your phone from your back pocket and wearily dragged your finger across the screen to accept his call.
“Oh my god you’re alive!”
“Did you get that on film?” You croaked eager to see if your friend had also witnessed the spectacle.
“No. There was a fucking praying mantis!” He replied.
“Fuck.”
#idk if I’m gonna do another part this lowkey turned out longer than I wanted lol#i would’ve posted it 3 days ago but I keep adding and editing lol#this story kinda has more reader x angel#not intentionally I just love writing friends#i love a good bestie relationship in a fic idk do y’all?#i had to physically stop myself from editing this#Em Haywood#Emerald ‘Em’ Haywood#NOPE#Angel#OJ Haywood#NOPE spoilers#em haywood x reader#em haywood x fem!reader#black!fem!reader#keke palmer#I feel like she lurks so if you come across this gif I love you and I’m free on Saturday nights#i wasn’t gonna do part 2#but I realize that reader didn’t really go through a near death experience with em like the description says
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Red’s M.list
“Cat got Your Tongue?” Series
Pt. 1
Pt. 2
Pt. 3
Pt. 4
“Mo Baby”
Baddest in the west
Milk N Honey’
“Suga and Sunflower”
“Rosie”
“Vanilla”
“Emerald Haywood”
“Who Says I Don’t?”
“Don’t nobody wanna hear that”
“Oj Haywood”
“Who Says I Don’t?”
“Pretty Girl”
“Just for a moment”
“Don’t nobody wanna hear that”
“Shuri Udaku”
Nothing yet!
#letitia wright#letitia wright surrounded#mo washington#rosalie otterbourne#surrounded movie#shuri udaku#mo baby#death on the nile#letitia wright x black!reader#mo washington x reader#emerald haywood#emerald haywood x reader#oj haywood x reader#oj haywood#nope film#nope spoilers#nope movie#nope 2022#suga and sunflower#surrounded 2023#mo washington x black fem reader#wakanda forever#black panther wakanda forever
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ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜɪɴ', ʟᴏᴠɪɴ', ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴ'
Characters: HBCU!Emerald Haywood, HBCU!Shuri Udaku x Black!Fem!Reader
From: NOPE (2022) Dir. Jordan Peele & Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022) Dir. Ryan Coogler
Type: Fic
Word Count: 12.8k
In Collaboration With: @babyboiboyega
Synopsis: Emerald and Shuri finally meet for the first time, and when coming to the realization that you’ve been keeping yourself away from them deliberately, the two women plan to give you exactly what you want.
Warnings: cursing, mentions of drug usage (cannabis), mentions of greening out, suggestive themes, smut
A/N: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ‼️ this is an 18+ rated fic, you have been warned. I ain't responsible for scarring yall asses. But yeah, this is my first time writing sex...particularly wlw sex so I hope that it makes sense and actually sounds accurate. This Is the product of Quin and I's heavy thirsting one cold night in early January....This is also inspired by the great @generallysapphic and their amazing catalog of expertly written wlw smut with our favorite Wakanda Forever geniuses. With that being said, I hope you all enjoy this one. Strap in, this is a long one(no pun intended)!
Tags: @inmyheadimobsessed @badass-dora-milaje @babyboiboyega @verachii @heartsforjojo @letitias-fav @kingstormpostsshit @shurismainbxtch @zayswriting @rxcently @nzia-writes @writingintheshadowsforever @hufflehans @kokichiis7 @xxmilli @typicalme13 @zestgodtj @generallysapphic @ziayamikaelson @shuriszn @percsane @justariellove @n7cje @mbakuetshurisprincess
Today is the day.
There’s a pool of anxiety forming in your tummy, and you’re not sure why. Not even your music can sway you into calmer waters, which tells you that the feeling in your tummy is nothing to play off.
You’re standing in the mirror, going over your figure once more. The three-piece cream lounge set you wore, complete with fuzzy shorts, cropped tank and long flow-y cardigan contrasted beautifully against your honey brown skin. Your braids had been pulled into a half-up ponytail, with two on each side left down in the front to frame your face. It was the set Emerald had bought you for your birthday, knowing that you’d love the fabric used. Ironically Shuri bought you the exact same one, color and all, saying that the color of it reminded her of you.
God, how did you manage to have Emerald Haywood and Shuri Udaku wrapped around your dainty little finger? Even you couldn't answer that question.
Looking at the both of them, who’s polaroid pictures had been taped lovingly on the fringe of your full length mirror, anyone could tell that you had a type. Dark skin, brown eyes, curly hair - the only thing making them different were their origins and occupations. And the one thing tying these two women of completely different worlds together, was you.
You remember the day you first met Emerald. You’d been shopping at Best Buy trying to find a new camera to take better pictures with for your photography class. Emerald was there, and from the moment she saw you, she knew she had to have you. Sparking up a conversation was easy, and the laughter that was shared in that camera aisle was one you’d never experienced before. Despite her brother cockblocking, as she would recall it, urging for them to go, Emerald took her sweet time typing her number into your phone. The wink she sent you had butterflies dancing in your stomach, and til this day, it still does.
Then, two weeks later, you met Shuri Udaku. Despite her wanting to keep her social status under tight lock and key, the air of regality and confidence she held did little to help her keep her identity under wraps. Not to mention, she’d seen you in her African American Literature class, and was immediately captivated by your intelligence. After class, Shuri didn’t hesitate to pull you aside, apologize for her abruptness, and ask you out on a date. She wanted to court you properly, and, if things went well, she would propose the option of making things official.
Suddenly, you found yourself catching feelings for both women, who wanted you just as much as you wanted them. And what made it harder to choose was that they not only said how much they wanted you, they thoroughly showed it in acts of service, giving you gifts, and taking on roles that previous partners of yours had never done before, and could never compare to.
At first, you believed you had to choose, but then the thought came to you; why choose, when you could have both?
You’d since begun your plot of making them both yours, and only yours, and step one had been to slowly introduce the idea of polygamy to each woman. Shuri was more susceptible to the concept, having grown up in an environment where queer relationships and polygamy were just as normal as heterosexual relationships and monogamy were. She verbally told you that she would be more than willing to give polygamy a shot, and you were more than happy that she accepted the idea.
Then, there was Emerald, who you had to put in a bit more work when talking about polygamy. She is in no way a stranger to queerness, but polygamy as a concept was something she found a bit hard to grasp. But after explaining it a few times, using a few analogies that pertained to her and her interests to better help her understand the concept, she, too, was all in for it.
Emerald and Shuri had met before, only over the phone via Facetime and in your shared group chat. The two got along swimmingly, becoming the fastest friends and soon enough shooting flirtatious words at each other within the month after confirming that they’d each be willing to give this three-person relationship a shot. The last part of this scheme, to absolutely make sure that all three of you were willing to put in the effort to make this work, was for Shuri and Emerald to meet in person.
And today was the day that Shuri and Emerald could be coming to your apartment to do just that.
You’d taken special care in your attire today, hence the lounge set you’d chosen to put on, as well as the purple diamond studded necklace with panther claws that Shuri had gifted you a while ago, and Emerald’s favorite scent on you - sage and vanilla bean, as the scent drove the woman insane.
A knock sounded at your door, breaking you from your daze and making you jog to the door to answer. It was none other than Shuri, who had also gotten the memo about loungewear, since this would be a pretty laid back and chill day. Sporting a simple dark gray sweat pant and hoodie set, and her hair in a fresh twist out letting her curls hand low on her forehead, and her ears sporting the same kimoyo earrings she always wore; Shuri looked so fucking attractive.
“Hi, usana,” She says, immediately reaching out to pull your frame against hers. Her arms instinctively snaking around your waist, her warm, slightly calloused hands feeling so warm against the small of your back as she pulled you in. Your arms instinctively went to wrap around her neck, embracing her back, and if it wasn’t in the doorway of your apartment, you’d stay there in that embrace forever.
“Hi, baby,” you whisper against her neck, the similar smell of sage and lavender ticking your nose, making you smile against her skin. You brung Shuri into your apartment, taking notice of the backpack she’d brought with her and ignoring the heat that trickled down your legs. Shuri knows your apartment by heart, and once she tucks her bag away in the storage closet, she makes her way to the couch with you.
“Where’s Em?” Shuri questions, noticing the missing presence in the apartment.
“She got held up with her brother on something, she should be here in, like, an hour.” You reply, to which Shuri acknowledges with a hum as she takes a seat on the couch. Her body sinks into the cushions, her legs spread, and she stretches, and you catch the tiniest glimpse of her toned tummy. The little sound she makes from stretching makes you giggle a bit, as you walk over to take your place on her lap.
Shuri’s hands are instinctive and skillful, positioning your body so you’re sitting across her lap, and her hands are on any bare skin she can get in contact with. She’s clingy, she normally gets like this after a long day of classes or doing her science projects. You go to embrace her once more, and her head finds comfort in your breasts, inhaling your scent, bringing her comfort.
“Missed you, my love,” she whispers against you.
“Missed you too, baby,” you reply, pressing a kiss to her temple.
The next hour is spent with the two of you just talking about your day. Your hand dances on Shuri’s undercut as she speaks, your nude acrylics creating soothing friction against the nape of her neck and the design in her undercut. It’s one of the mundane, completely normal things that turns her on the most, and while Shuri tries to keep her composure, you notice how her breath hitches ever so slightly, and the subtle shifts she makes under you.
There’s another knock at your door, and the only person it could be is Emerald. The anxious pool from before finds its way back into your stomach, as you quickly stand up to answer the door. Shuri follows after, albeit keeping a few feet of distance away to allow Emerald easy passage into the humble abode.
There in the doorway stands the last addition to your trio, in all her glory. She sports an oversized graphic t-shirt, baggy jeans and her signature Doc Martens. She has a chain dangling from her neck, and her curls also dance along her forehead beautifully.
Similar to Shuri, Emerald greets you with a “Hey, mamas,” as she brings you in by the waist, and you by her neck. After your embrace, you rush her inside, and you turn to see Emerald and Shuri greet each other warmly, with Em initiating a hand shake that Shuri gladly reciprocates, and it ends in the two women embracing each other.
“Man, you don’t know how good it is to finally meet you!” Emerald beams, showing off her killer smile to the young royal. “Wait- I ain’t gotta curtsy or none of that right? We cool off that?”
“It is good to see you, too, Em.” Shuri replies, her own smile, brighter than any sunrise you’ve ever witnessed, adorning her face. “And no, no curtsy needed. I’m just Shuri here.”
The anxiety that once pooled in your stomach disappeared the moment you saw them embrace each other. The two women took their positions on your couch (Emerald had also discarded the backpack she brought in your storage closet, and again, the heat that pooled in your core came back, more intense than before), and the two immediately made space for you between them.
“Ain’t you comin’ to sit, ma?” Emerald asked.
You shook your head, bringing the two confusion. “As much as I’d love to be in between my two favorite people - dinner isn’t gonna cook itself.” you replied, instead making your way into the kitchen, “But please, talk, get to know each other! I’m not even here!”
Your little chime brings laughter from both Emerald and Shuri, and they do as you wish, conversating amongst themselves and entertaining each other while you focus on dinner.
It’s sometime in the evening, determined by the way the pretty golden beams of the setting sun shine into your apartment through the large floor to ceiling bay windows.
Emerald had gone to fetch your bottle of wine from the kitchen, planting a quick kiss to your forehead and an even quicker swat at your butt, causing you to gasp in surprise. You shoo her out of the kitchen as she grabs two wine glasses for her and Shuri. As she approaches the couch once more, she catches sight of the way the sun does wonders to Shuri’s skin, making glow effortlessly, and damn, Emerald finds herself enraptured by this princess. And Shuri takes note of it, a small smirk plastering itself on her face.
“Something catch your eye, my gem?” Shuri asks innocently, using the nickname she had given to Emerald the moment the other became comfortable with the concept of polygamy, using it as a stepping stone to further the attraction.
Emerald scrunches her nose as she places a glass in front of Shuri, pouring the red alcoholic beverage into it, as she replies, “Shut up, princess.”
Her reply gains a chuckle from Shuri, who takes a sip of the wine when Emerald finishes pouring. She immediately recognizes the taste as the fruity bitterness slips down her throat, “Barefoot?”
“Aww, you know your liquor, aye?” Emerald sings, pouring her own class.
“It's the only thing I can keep down,” Shuri explains, “anything other than wine and I go bat-shit crazy. Learned that at my first college party.”
“Don’t tell me they gave you Henny right off the bat? No chaser?”
“Man, they didn’t even give me a warning of what would happen!” Of course, Shuri’s experience was not a laughable one, but the way she spoke of it brought a rumble of laughter from the other brown skinned woman.
“They did you wrong, princess. Don’t worry though, I ain’t gon’ set you up like that,” Emerald hums, “Besides wine, I only fucks with light liquor anyway, so that dark shit don’t even be up my alley.”
Shuri rests back on the couch as she takes in Emerald’s side profile. The sun that once shone on her skin now hit Emerald’s beautifully. The hoop earrings that hung from her ears, her fresh, shiny curls, her sharp jawline - Shuri couldn’t help but feel something warm pool into her stomach from the sight of such a beautiful woman. It’s a miracle she’s even able to be here now - her schedule had been hectic as of late, which is why the meeting between the two had been postponed until now - but she’s now grateful to be in the presence of both the women she loved.
“You look beautiful, Emerald,” Shuri suddenly blurts out, albeit confidently and not ashamed in the slightest. It catches Emerald off guard, not used to verbally hearing Shuri’s straightforwardness, but nonetheless, it excites her.
“You not bad lookin’ yourself, ‘ri,” Emerald replies, but she’d be lying if she said there wasn’t heat creeping up her neck from the sudden compliment. “Aye, do you smoke?”
“Not really, no,” Shuri replied, “I’ve only ever gotten contact high, thanks to that one in there,” she continued, gesturing to your figure in the kitchen, still cooking.
“You wanna? I got a couple of blunts on me.” Emerald offers. Shuri takes a moment to think, before shrugging her shoulders in indifference. “Wouldn’t hurt, I don’t think.”
With that confirmation, Emerald fishes out a blunt from her front pocket, as well as a lighter, and with swiftness and expertise, she lights the brown roll up and takes a pull from it. Soon after it leaves her lips, she emits a puff of smoke from them. Shuri watches intently, more so the other woman’s lips than the actions she took to pull the intoxicating smoke from the blunt.
“Aight, so, it's simple shit,” Emerald begins, turning her body to face Shuri, and the princess does the same, “you just put to your lips and inhale. Don't do it too deep, though, just do it a lil’ bit, and once you feel like you got enough, you just blow out. Aight?”
Shuri nodded in confirmations, as Emerald handed Shuri the blunt. Shuri took it, examining the roll quizzingly, before raising it up to her lips and doing as she was instructed. Her lungs took a slight burn from the intake of smoke, and when she released it from behind her lips, a cough also escaped as a form of relief to her stinging lungs.
“Aye, good job, princess!” Emerald praised, raising a hand to pat Shuri’s back to aid in her slight coughing fit. She took the blunt from Shuri’s hand, seeing that she may be good for another few puffs before it was handed back to her.
“Why did it taste fruity?” Shuri inquires, intrigued by the taste of grape being left on her lips.
“Oh, the roll is flavored. This is white grape.” Emerald explains as she takes another pull of the blunt.
Shuri could feel the effects of the cannabis already taking hold, or at least, feel the smoke beginning to muddle her mind. It was an interesting feeling, made her feel light and airy, and oddly clingy. The next couple of pulls from Shuri had her fishing for Emerald’s hand to hold, of which the other woman found adorable and endearing. It reminded her of the first time she got high with you, and how incredibly touchy and clingy you were, desperate for her touch. The first night you got high together was forever emblazoned in Emerald’s mind.
“You good, princess?” Emerald asked, to which Shuri nodded, her voice becoming non-existent as the cannabis took control over her mind. She now laid her head against the couch, still fiddling with Emerald’s hand, and an idea came to Emerald’s mind. “Sit up for me, baby.”
Shuri obliged eagerly, curious to what Emerald was doing. The smoker took a deep pull from the blunt, took Shuri gently by the throat, and brought the princess’s face closer to hers. Slowly, Emerald blew the stream of smoke right into Shuri’s lips, which had already formed an ‘o’ shape to receive it. Their lips were agonizingly close, and if it wasn’t for Emerald’s hand keeping her in place, Shuri would have leaned in to kiss Emerald.
Shuri withstood the smoke, feeling her mind becoming even more muddled by the drug. And as if her mind had been read, Emerald leaned in and connected her soft lips onto Shuri’s. Immediately, the princess melted into it, following Emerald’s guiding hand.
Emerald is the first to pull away, a smirk gracing her lips once she sees just how hooked Shuri is.
“Fuck, that was hot,” Emerald mutters, and Shuri couldn’t agree more.
A voice - your voice - calls from the kitchen, your tone amused and slightly worried by Emerald’s antics. “Are you done corrupting my baby? The food is almost ready.”
“We comin’, we comin’,!” Emerald says back, putting out her blunt and setting it on the ashtray on your coffee table, moving to stand up. Now that her mind isn't consumed with how pretty Shuri looks high and intaking the smoke from the shotgun, she notices that the princess is a bit too quiet for her liking. Giving Shuri’s figure a once over, Emerald’s expert eyes ntoice the slight tremble that’s overtaking Shuri’s body.
“A-Are you my hands suppose to be shaking, Emerald?”
“Shit-”
“Em, what’s wrong?”
Emerald is no stranger to green outs, witnessing and experiencing them alike, but the idea that she was too fast and too much for the princess to handle made a pang of guilt spring in her chest.
“Nothin’! Bring Shuri a glass of water, bae!”
Perplexed, you complied, reaching into the fridge for a bottle water and bringing it to the couch where Emerald and Shuri had made themselves at home, and you soon saw why Emerald requested the clear beverege.
“What the hell- Did you green her out?!”
“It was an accident, I swear!”
It takes a split second for you to take Emerald’s previous spot on the couch, immediately going into nurturing mode and examining the extent of Shuri’s trembles. It’s only her hands and legs that are shaking, not violently but also not slightly either.
“Em, help me take her sweatshirt off, she’s sweating,” you instruct, and in another swift motion, Emerald takes a seat behind Shuri on the couch. With care you strip the princess of her sweatshirt, leaving her in her black sports bra, her skin damn with a thin layer of sweat.
“Hey, baby, look at me,” you whisper softly to Shuri, who’s blown out eyes find yours with ease despite her current state, “you’re alright, okay? Just take some deep breaths, and drink this-” your hand gently pushes the small bottle of water into her own hands, which seemed to have calmed down from their light tremors, “-and I’ll bring you something to eat, okay?”
Shuri nods, taking in your words, though her mind is too foggy to comprehend much of anything else. Emerald embraces her from behind, and Shuri graciously finds comfort in leaning back into Emerald’s chest. The cotton fabric of her shirt is cool and refreshing against Shuri’s heated skin. As you stepped away to make your two lovers their plates, Emerald assists in bringing the water to Shuri’s lips to drink. The woman downed the liquid feverishly, and returns to her previous behavior of reaching for Emerald’s hand to ground her.
Once the bottle is done and discarded, Shuri goes to her wrist, pulling off the bracelet Emerald had been eying for its simple beauty. The princess places the beads on her chest, and before Emerald has a chance to ask what she’s doing, Shuri speakds;
“Griot, read me my vitals, please.”
“Hello, princess.” a male voice sounds out, spiraling Emerald further into confusion.
“Hol’ on, is your bracelet talkin’-?”
“Your blood pressure is 80/120. Your heart rate is 102 beats per minute, slightly higher than your average 90 beats per minute. All organ and artery functions are good. You seem to be experiencing Tetrahydrocannabinol (THC) overdose, specifically due to a potent strand of cannabis known as Indica. This can cause nausea, abdominal pain, and dehydration. Would you like me to recommend foods and beverages to counteract the Tetrahydrocannabinol (THC) overdose?”
“No, that is all, thank you-”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Emerald’s voice interjects, “your bracelet just fucking talked-!”
In Emerald’s astonishment, Shuri directs the AI to introduce itself to Emerald, as she’s still a bit far gone in her mind to fully concentrate on explaining her invention.
“Hello. May I register your name into my memory stores, so I know how to address you?”
“Uh….Em..-Emerald Haywood?”
“Hello ‘Em’. Is it alright if I address you as such?”
“Uh…sure?”
“Okay, Em. My name is Griot. I am an artificial intelligence designed by and to assist Princess Shuri in her scientific and engineering endeavors. My primary functions outside of laboratory duties are to read the Princess her daily vitals, generate answers to the Princess’s questions based on searches through the World Wide Web, and set and read out reminders for the Princess throughout her day.”
Emerald is too shocked to speak - never in her life had she encountered a piece of technology so advanced. She knew that Shuri was a pretty important person, and a literal genius, so it’s no surprise she would come in contact with one of her creations, but nothing like this ever crossed her mind.
“Thank you for the vital read, Griot,” you say, as you come from the kitchen holding two plates of food in your hand. You set them on the coffee table, one for each woman.
“Hello Ms. (Y/N). You are welcome for the vital read.”
“Does Shuri have any important messages from home?”
The AI beeps, stalls for a second, before responding, “No new messages, Ms. (Y/N).”
“Good, you can go on standby, then. We’ll take care of Shuri’s green out.”
The AI bids you farewell and beeps off, and Shuri sends you a look that says ‘thank you’ in reference to you checking her messages, something she’d been bad on doing as of late. You turn to Emerald’ who is still staring at the silver beads resting on her partners chest, then shoots a look back up to you.
“She got a talkin’ bracelet-”
“They’re called kimoyo beads, babe. And it’s an AI installed in it-”
“Do you got a talkin’ bracelet I don't know about?!”
You shake your head, instead bringing attention to a pair of earrings similar to Shuri’s. “I have earrings instead. They’re more discreet this way.”
“....so when can I get a talkin’ bracelet, or earrings, or whatever?”
“Oh my god, Em, just help Shuri eat something so the THC don’t eat away at her more than it already has.”
At that, Shuri makes a move to sit up on her own, slow and albeit a bit wobbly, still coming down from the unpleasant experience from the THC overdose. “I’m-I’m okay. I can eat on my own….I think.”
After you’ve gotten your food, the next hour is spent with Emerald and you practically doting on the princess as she recovers miraculously fast from her green out. Perhaps it is due to the vibranium herbal stores in the kimoyo beads, of which would have been released onto the skin and penetrate the surface level when Shuri’s body began displaying signals of distress. Or, it could be the enhancement the heart-shaped herb gave Shuri’s immune system when ingested long ago. The cause of her recovery didn’t matter as much as the fact that she was better, and was able to function without tremors disrupting her movements.
The three of you ate in peace while a movie played - Emerald’s commentary being more of the star of the show than the actual characters in the movie. In that time, you were able to take in both women in all their glory. Their warm, sun kissed skin which now glowed from the warm white light your LED’s were shining, the way they were so trained on the television, the way they interacted with each other. You couldn’t believe that earlier you had any doubts of the two not getting along once they’d met each other in person. If anything, they seemed like they’d already known each other their whole lives.
Once dinner was finished and another round of wine was shared, you took the dirty dishes in the kitchen and prepared to clean up what little mess was left from your cooking. Emerald watched your figure shrink away into the kitchen area, thinking of something.
“Hey, princess,” she calls to the other woman, who responds with a hum, as her lips were currently occupied with the red alcoholic beverage in her cup.
“You’re around here more, right? Cuz you go to the same college bae-bae does right?” Emerald asks, using her nickname for you. Shuri nods, confirming Emerald’s suspicions with another hum.
“So have y’all, like, fucked recently?”
The question takes Shuri off guard, but gets her to think as well. After a moment, the princess shakes her head. “I think the last time we were intimate was…a month ago?”
“Damn, a month?”
“Yes - but I believe she had a lot of important projects coming up for that one photography class of hers.”
“Hm. Interesting.”
Emerald peers over her shoulder to take a glance at you, still scrubbing away in the kitchen. Shuri follows her gaze, slowly catching on to what Emerald was insinuating.
“And you two? How long has it been, I mean?”
“Shit, probably like a month and a half. I been dealing with shit with my brother, but normally she goes crazy if she don’t get it, y’know?”
“Indeed, I do know. The longest we’ve ever gone without sex would have been two weeks. I was away at home, and when I came back…for lack of better words, she was quite feral.”
There’s another pause, and Shuri and Emerald share a look.
“You don’t think…it was deliberate, her making us wait this long?”
“I think that she thinks shit is sweet, tryna play us like this.”
Emerald takes a swig of wine from her glass, swirling the red liquid inside. Then, abruptly, she stops. A lightbulb goes off in her head, and it’s evident by the smirk that grows on her lips. Shuri catches this, and has an idea of what Emerald’s mind is already concocting.
“What’re you planning, my gem?” Shuri questions with a knowing look, a crooked smile of anticipation gracing her lips.
“Just thinkin’...we should give her what she wants…” Emerald replies, placing her glass back on the coffee table, her smirk increasing, “...or not.”
Shuri’s eyebrows raise, though not with surprise; more out of anticipation…excitement. Admittedly, as soon as she had caught onto what Em was insinuating, she had felt that bud of excitement slowly unfurl in her stomach, only furthered by the attraction she had quickly grown towards Em and the attraction she already had for you.
“Oh, we’ll give her something. Who knew our girl could be so schemeful?”
The sound of the sink turning off interrupts Em before she canspeak. They both hear you rummaging around, tidying up whatever you had used before presumably joining them. Em takes the chance to connect her gaze with Shuri’s, nodding subtly to the storage closet where they both had placed their bags…the bags that contained the items that would surely make you think twice about doing something like this again.
Shuri, her smile widening, stands and quietly makes her way over, opening it and grabbing both bags. Ever since she had seen Em walk in and deposit the bag in your storage, a small part of her had been constantly thinking about what could be in; now, her heart speeds up slightly at the thought of finding out soon enough.
The silence in the other room makes you pause, as only a few seconds ago you had heard their voices, slightly drowned out by the running water, but there nonetheless. Now…it was silent. Almost abruptly so.
You quickly wipe your hands on the nearest towel before turning and making your way back into the main room, your eyes instantly flickering between your two favorite women. The sight that you meet makes you pause in your tracks, your heart seeming to know what was going before you did as it speeds up slightly.
“Is everything okay?”
Shuri sets the bags her and Em brought on the ground, her gaze landing on you afterwards. There’s a knowing look in her eye paired with something you could only liken to the look she adopted whenever you did something that amused her or made her proud. Your body reacted on its own, the same ball of heat from earlier slowly gaining size where it rested in your core. Though, as soon as you turn your gaze to Em, that heat turns into something you can just barely contain.
Her eyes narrow as she gazes at you from her spot on the couch, the dark pools of brown harboring a look that you recognize immediately.
“You think you slick, don’t you?”.
The question paired with the smug tone in Em’s voice has your body clenching around nothing, the ball of eat moving to envelop your entire body. The next breath you take in is shaky as your eyes move to Shuri. She only cocks her head, her eyes appraising you from where she stood.
“Em, baby, what are you talking about-”
Emerald sets her wine glass down with a sigh, leaning forward and pulling herself to the edge of her seat. Her eyes connect with yours with an intensity that’s so strong that it practically has you shaking as she motions for you to walk closer. It's so intense and so heady that you don’t realize you’re being surrounded until you feel a solid line of heat against your back, effectively trapping you in front of Em’s sitting form in front of you.
A small gasp leaves your mouth as Shuri’s hands snake around your waist. One is pressed open-palmed against your stomach, holding you in place, while the other raises and presses right against the space beneath your breasts. Her hands are gentle, but firm enough to tell you that you aren’t going anywhere unless she lets you. Her hands don’t move an inch as she lowers her head, placing a kiss against the shell of your hair only to continue placing them down the length of your neck. Her actions make your eyes flutter slightly, every other breath of yours hitched and shaky.
“Don’t play that. You know exactly what we talkin’ about- tryna play us like we wouldn’t figure it out.” There's a hint of authority in Em’s tone as she speaks, and you’re no stranger to it, as you had heard it more than once. But if it isn’t her voice and her words that make the insides of your thighs slick with arousal, then its the way she suddenly grabs your hips and pulls you down, right onto the apex of her thigh. The feeling of her thigh against your clothed core is consuming enough to make you shiver, your hands raising and landing on her shoulder to give yourself more leverage.
“Keeping us away from you…makin’ up those excuses ‘bout being busy…and then gettin’ us to come here?” Every sentence is emphasized by her hands rocking your hips with a precision that's almost deadly. With every rock, the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs brushes perfectly against hers, making you curse.
“Thought you were doin’ somethin, huh?”
Shuri’s hands had shifted as you straddled Em’s leg, one raising to cup the underside of your jaw while the other slipped deftly under the cropped tank top adorning your top half. She cupped one of your bra-clad breasts, her thumb rubbing over the underside of it. The waves of pleasure emitting from your top and bottom half makes your eyes flutter until they close, your head falling back slightly to rest on Shuri’s chest.
“We’ll give you what you want, what you schemed so hard for…”
Shuri’s voice is almost raspy as she speaks into your ear, her lips brushing against your skin. The hand placed on your jaw reaches around until her slender fingers cover the expanse of your neck. Her hand presses into the diamond and vibranium encrusted necklace she had given you, the points of the panther claws digging slightly into your skin and only adding on another layer of pleasure.
EM’s hands tighten, increasing the speed with which she maneuvers your hips until you’re panting slightly, your throat bobbing with each breath under Shuri’s hand.
“But we’ll do it on our terms, now.”
Her sentence is almost close to a reprimand, making your eyes snap open right as Em’s hands stop, holding you in place. The pleasure that had been building quickly comes to a stand still, making a whine leave your mouth as you try rocking your hips once more. Em’s hands are unrelenting in their strength, not letting you move an inch as she stares up at you, a smirk slowly raising the corner of her mouth.
Any and all words you think of die on the tip of your tongue as Shuri’s hands pull you backwards, prompting you to stand on your feet once more. Your core throbbed as the pressure made by Em’s thigh disappeared.
Emerald watches as Shuri pulls you against her, one hand still on your neck while the other is placed on your hip. With a sound of frustration in your ear, Shuri quickly reaches for the cardigan hanging off your shoulders, pulling it until she all but rips it off your frame, and leaving you in the matching cotton shorts and cropped tank top.
“An entire month of nothing, and now you want to act shy. Why is that, usana? Hm?”
Emerald leans forward, blindly reaching for one of the bags that had been brought out, and the mere sight of her reaching in before pulling out the strap you had grown very comfortable with has your thighs clenching together and a whine crawling up your throat. It makes itself known as you breathlessly speak,
“Please. I just wanted-”
“We know what you want.”
Her movements are quick as her fingers wrap beneath the necklace adorning your neck, tightening it slightly. Every coherent thought of yours flies out of the window as Shuri’s hand suddenly delves beneath the waistband of your shorts, cupping your clothed core. The sudden sensation makes you jump, your ass pressing firmly into the front of her body as you bend over slightly.
“Shit-!”
She doesn’t give you time to recover or even catch your breath before her fingers are moving in tight circles over your clit, her other arm pulling you up until your back is pressed against her chest.
The feeling of Shuri’s fingers working you over while the other gently squeezes your neck makes your eyes roll back in pleasure, a drawn out moan leaving your lips. Her arm across your chest is strong enough to keep you standing on your shaky legs, as with each pass of her skilled fingers across the most sensitive part of you makes it harder to function.
It makes a tightness build in the pit of your stomach, one that only threatens to send out waves of pure pleasure and make you lose your bearings. One hand lands on her wrist where it disappears beneath your shorts, fingers wrapping around it while you soundlessly plead for her to keep going, while the other raises and grabs the back of her neck.
You can feel it building, the urge to let go and let Shuri’s hand alone work you through the orgasm cresting like a wave over your consciousness. Your mouth falls open and your breaths come quicker, pleas being mingled in with small cries…
And then Shuri wrenches her hand away, and the sound that leaves your mouth is borderline mournful as your orgasm is stopped abruptly.
Maybe you should’ve thought more about your little scheme and what would happen if they found out. You had been banking on them both being too worked up after a month or so to punish you like this, but that was obviously a mistake.
“Shuri, please…”
“You waited an entire month for this moment…I think you can wait a little longer.”
Her words make a whimper leave your mouth because…how much longer would you have to wait?
“Which one you want, princess?”
It's the sound of mischievousness and anticipation in Em’s honey smooth voice that makes your eyes snap open…and its the sight of the strap dangling from one hand while her go-to vibrator is in the other that makes your pussy clench around nothing.
This is it, this is how you die.
Em had at some point taken off her shirt and her pants, leaving her in a sports bra and a pair of boxers that hugged her hips. You swallow hard as she walks towards you, the toys in her hands taunting you with how much pleasure and punishment they could bring.
“I want something that’ll make her beg.”
Shuri’s words are emphasized by her hands turning you around before pushing you onto the couch, her and Em’s eyes appraising you as you lean back.
You wanted to tell them to hurry up and get on with it. You had been waiting for an entire month, albeit by your own willingness; but that entire month had been filled with you having to physically restrain yourself from jumping them whenever you saw them.
You weren’t in any position to make demands, though. You were completely and utterly at the mercy of both of your lovers…and it made you nervous and excited.
“We gon make her beg, alright.”
Sucking your bottom lip into your mouth, you watch with hooded eyes as Em drops the vibrator in its protective case on the table. She wraps her arms around Shuri’s waist from behind, her eyes holding yours as she lowers her lips to press a lingering, open mouthed kiss to where Shuri’s neck and shoulder meet.
Her hands spread Shuri’s legs slightly before hooking into the waistband of her sweatpants and pulling them down, all while continuing to press her lips against any skin she could reach. The sight of Shuri’s head falling back against Em’s shoulder, her strong jawline in perfect view as it clenches makes your hand act on its own accord. It slides down, running over your breasts and the tips of your hardened nipples before continuing its path to your leaking pussy. The warning in Em’s eyes makes your actions halt, your eyes instantly focusing on the sight of her hands skillfully wrapping the buckles around Shuri’s thighs before fastening them in the back. Her hand picks up a bottle that had been placed on the table, opening it and squeezing a generous amount of the lube into her hand.
“Look at her, ‘Ri.”
Shuri’s eyes follow Em’s words, connecting with yours right as Em’s hand closes over the shaft of the silicone dildo hanging between Shuri’s legs. She glides her hand up and down the length of it as the corner of her lips curve into a smile you know all too well; one that says she knows exactly what's about to happen but you don’t.
“Look how needy she is...after a month of playin, now she wanna act impatient.”
It only takes a few steps for Em to step around Shuri and make her way around the couch you’re on, your eyes following her until they physically can’t anymore. You crane your neck to try and get a glimpse of where she disappeared behind you, but your attention is quickly pulled back when you feel your necklace being grabbed.
Shuri’s eyes are hard when you look back, and she’s closer than she had been mere seconds ago. You rarely forget about the Black Panther’s abilities she had adopted, but her speed, agility, and endurance whenever you two fucked had always served as a good reminder.
“Take these off before I rip them off.” Her hands fist into the material of the cotton shorts adorning your bottom half, and you eagerly and quickly move to follow her directions, knowing full well that she could.
Your hips lift off of the couch and your hands scramble to pull them off, something you’ve been waiting to do ever since they both showed up, but your movements aren’t fast enough for the princess; that much is obvious in the way she growls before grabbing your hips, pulling them to the edge of the couch and quickly wrenching your shorts and underwear down.
The startled yelp that leaves your mouth quickly turns into a gasp as the air hits your pussy, the slickness making the air colder than it is as Shuri pushes your legs further apart. The sound of your folds separating with a squelch has a hissed breath leaving Shuri’s mouth, her eyes focusing on the part of you that she loved to bury her face into; the part of you that fed her when she was thirsting for you and gave her life while simultaneously making her want to stay until she could no longer breathe.
“How’s our girl looking, ‘Ri?”
Em’s question comes right before her hands abruptly pull your shirt up and reach beneath the cups of your bra, replacing them with her cold, firm hands. In a single motion, she has them spilling out, the straps of your bra falling down your shoulders. She rolls them in the palms of her hands, your back arching as her fingers tweak your nipples, rolling them between her fingers and gently pulling on them.
Shuri presses the pad of her thumb right onto your clit, the pressure making you jerk slightly. She drags it down between your folds, collecting the slick that’s gathered and just spreading it more, taking special care to spread it around your entrance. Your eyes threaten to close at her actions, your jaw becoming slack as heavy breaths leave your mouth; but you’re hellbent on watching everything they do to you. You had been waiting for this moment; you’d be damned if you didn't see everything.
Shuri’s voice is rough but proud as she answers Em’s question. She slows her motions, drawing out the sounds that come from her thumb swirling through your folds.
“She’s practically dripping, and its all for us.”
“And we not wasting a drop of it, are we?”
Instead of answering, Shuri separates her thumb from your clit before lifting it. Before she can get far, Em’s hand is reaching forward to grab it, lowering her head until she can wrap her lips around Shuri’s thumb. She’s positioned right over you, giving you the perfect view of how jaw works as she swirls her tongue around Shuri’s fingers, collecting every inch of your arousal she could.
Em hums as she pulls back, the sound coming from low in her throat and shooting straight to your center.
“Oh, we not wastin’ that.”
Shuri lets go of your necklace, but its only to grab the backs of your knees and hike them into the air. She places a knee on the edge of the couch, pushing your knees towards your ears and just about folding you in half. As if they had communicated without speaking, Em’s hands replaced Shuri’s, keeping your legs suspended.
Needless to say, your flexibility had improved greatly after fucking around with Emerald Haywood and Shuri.
The position has your pussy bared to Shuri in its entirety, clenching around nothing in anticipation for the slight burn of being stretched.
Shuri’s eyes take it all in, dark and half lidded as if intoxicated from the sight, the smell, and the sound alone.
“What's your safe word?”
You can barely get the word out, your breath trembling. Her question only tells you that what's about to happen to you may warrant a safe word. It isn’t surprising, as it was a regular occurrence for both of them to ask for your safe word in separate settings…but being reminded of it while being in the clutches of both Emerald and Shuri had you trembling.
You have the nerve to think that she’ll continue even without you answering the question, but when her eyes, questioning and demanding at the same time, raise and meet yours…you know that it's in your better interest to answer.
“B-button.”
The word is barely out of your mouth before Shuri is wrapping a hand around the dildo and lining it up at your entrance, her eyes not straying from yours for a second.
“You good, ‘bae?���
Em’s voice is soft as she whispers into your ear, placing a kiss on your earlobe where your kimoyo earring sits. She shifts so that the crook of her elbow holds your leg, freeing her hand and letting it go back to your breast. She firmly cups your breast in one hand, her fingers rubbing over your nipple slowly. You can only nod in silence, your lips parting and your breath leaving you quickly. Shuri’s eyes meet Em’s as she braces her hands against the back of the couch.
A cry tears from your throat as Shuri snaps her hips forward, burying herself until the base of the strap brushes slightly against your skin. The burn is familiar, as well is the feeling of being stretched close to your breaking point…but it's welcomed.
There’s a slight burn in your legs as they start shaking already, but you don’t have to worry about them moving.
“Open your eyes, babygirl.”
“Look at me.”
Both Em and Shuri’s voices ring out at the same time and your eyes open, not wanting to disobey either one of them. You hadn’t even noticed that they had closed, too engrossed in the feeling of Shuri firmly situated between your walls while Em’s hands worked you over, adding a layer of pleasure that penetrated your entire consciousness.
Your lips move soundlessly, your breath being stolen by the waves of pleasure wracking your body and lighting every nerve of yours on fire. You want to beg Shuri to just move- you want to feel the length of her hitting every spot it could reach inside you…but she just stays still, buried fully inside of you.
“Use your words, mamas.”
Emerald’s voice reminds you that you answer to both of them tonight, and its with great difficulty that you find your voice.
“I want you. Fuck, use me. Use me, use me-”
That was evidently all Shuri needed to hear.
Her fingers close around the necklace she gifted you, pulling you forward just enough for you to have the perfect view of her disappearing into you before pulling out and slamming back in. Every stroke makes you jerk slightly, though you can’t go far due to both of their grips on you.
The desperation and lust in your voice makes a quick breath leave Em, her own pussy throbbing slightly as she watches her princess drill into her babygirl. She can hear her own breaths, slightly louder than usual, as she quickly raises her fingers to her mouth, quickly swiping her tongue over them.
She only has to lean forward slightly to reach what she’s been wanting to touch all day.
Your legs threaten to close as her fingers land on your clit, but Shuri’s hand grabbing your ankle stops that from happening. In doing so, it only allows her to hit a different angle…a different spot; one that has black spots entering your vision.
Incoherent words leave your mouth at the overstimulation that's quickly building, forming a ball of heat in your stomach. It’s almost too much, having that one spot hit over and over, relentlessly, while Em worships your clit with only her fingers.
“Oooh, baby. I’m bout…I can’t. Em, please, I can’t hold it…”
Your words are slurred as your head lolls back. It lands in the crook of Em’s neck and she takes the chance to wrap her slender fingers around your jaw, tilting your head back more to where she can whisper directly into your ear. Her breath is hot as it brushes against your skin, and the small sensation makes another whine leave your throat.
“Yes, you can. Take it. Take it, babygirl.”
Her words only push you closer to the edge, making your moans rise in volume until…well, until you’re sure you’ll have to apologize to your neighbors in the morning.
There are a multitude of sounds echoing through the space around you; the sound of Shuri’s thighs slapping against your ass, the soft squelching that comes from her strap entering your pussy, her heavy breaths that she emphasizes each stroke with, Em’s whispered words that alternated between demands and words of praise.
Shuri can’t stop the sounds of pure lust from leaving her own lips as she drills into you. Her eyes rake down your body, lingering on the way your bare chest heaves and how the thin layer of sweat reflects the lights above you. They zero in on the way Em’s fingers rub relentlessly at your clit, slipping slightly because of how wet you are.
They zero in on how your hand lands on the back of Em’s neck, your acrylics digging slightly into her skin to hold her closer…and they zero in on the look of pure adoration, love, and lust in your half-lidded eyes as you look at her.
She can tell by the way you’re mumbling incoherently, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, that your orgasm is close to washing completely over you. While she loves to hear you whimper and plead for sweet release, knowing that she had you right under her thumb, she has to admit that the sight of you cumming is a sight that she’ll never grow tired of. Its the desire to see exactly that which makes her push your leg back further, opening you up even more and drilling almost impossibly deeper.
“Shuri, ‘m bout to cum. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop-”
“You gon cum? Hm?”
Em’s fingers speed up, enough to make your bottom half tremble with how fast her motions are.
“Didn’t we say you have to beg for it?”
Shuri’s words don’t affect her motions at all; if anything, they only intensify. It makes the cry that had slowly been building in the base of your throat leave your mouth, hoarse and full of pleasure.
“Please! Please, can I cum- please, let me, I can’t-”
There are tears leaking from the corner of your eyes as they shut tightly, making you miss the look shared between Emerald and Shuri.
Its easy for the both of them to share in a feeling of desire, as they both harbored a need to take care of you…and to fuck you so well you wouldn’t be able to remember your own name.
They communicated silently, only talking to you after they both gave subtle nods to each other.
“Let go. Let go, usana.”
Almost immediately, your orgasm washes over you, stealing your breath and making your body lock up. Your back arches off of the couch as your hand scrambles to grab something, eventually landing on Shuri’s wrist. It feels like it lasts for a few minutes, at least, and the entire time, you have to focus on not passing out. Its so intense that you can barely hear both Shuri and Em as they talk you through it.
You can feel Shuri as she continues to slowly pump into you, every detail on the strap rubbing deliciously against your walls, and you can still feel Em as she slows her movements down, only slightly, as she continues rubbing at your overstimulated clit.
It’s only after your body sags against the couch once again, breaths heavy and hard to control, that they both stop their movements. Shuri slowly slides out of you, making a small noise leave your mouth at the empty feeling that follows.
She lowers herself onto the couch beside you, her eyes scanning your face for any sign of discomfort or dissatisfaction only to find nothing but something she would liken to ecstasy.
Em slowly brings her fingers to a stop, reveling in how slick they are, and reveling in the fact that it all belonged to you. She lets her wet fingers brush over any skin they come across as she drags her hand up your sweat covered body before gently lowering your legs . She uses the same hand to turn your face towards hers, your eyes fluttering as you tried to find her through your blurry vision.
“You good, ‘ma?”
You can only nod, an affirming tone escaping your throat. Ignoring the fact that your limbs are so heavy you can’t exactly move them yet and the realization that your legs will most definitely be nonfunctional tomorrow, you’d say that you were in a blissful state.
“How is she?”
Your vision clears just enough for you to see the satisfied smile on Em’s face as she looks at you, and it makes a groggy, tired grin appear on your face. She leans in, connecting her lips with yours for a few seconds before pulling back and planting another kiss on your forehead.
“She’s good. A lil out of it…but she’s good.”
‘Out of it’ is probably an understatement.
A soft laugh leaves Shuri’s mouth as her hand fixes your necklace around your neck, her fingers running gently over the small marks the necklace made in your skin. The sensation makes your head loll to the side to find her eyes, and when you do, her smile widens.
“What do you need, usana?”
You were coherent enough to recognize both of their questions as the same ones they asked after fucking you separately. The realization that you really had the best of both worlds within this relationship made your grin widen and made your heart soar.
“I’m okay. Just…stay here, both of you.”
That was something they both were eager to do, and it was evident in their actions. Shuri reaches down, grabbing her discarded sweatshirt before helping you sit up and pull it over your body. Em stands, making her way to the bathroom and grabbing a washcloth on the way only to quickly come back with it soaked in warm water.
She sits on the other side of you, taking notice of how quickly Shuri had unfastened the strap and set it to the side. The princess looks up and at Em, a fond and loving look on her face that’s undoubtedly a result of seeing the dopey smile on your face. Em shakes her head in amusement as she lowers herself onto the couch before using the wash cloth and cleaning between your legs. The feeling makes you jump slightly as it brushes against your sensitive bundle of nerves, Em gently reassuring you that she’s basically done before she even started.
The wash cloth is set somewhere, but you can only focus on the feeling of pure relaxation that's taking over your limbs, making a small yawn escape your mouth and your eyes close.
Your limbs are maneuvered by two sets of hands until you’re laying on someone’s chest, your body pressing along the line of theirs with their arm around your shoulders. The light scent of sage and lavender tells you that you’re laying on top of Shuri, and you look forward to the feeling of Em joining you, but a few seconds pass without that happening.
“How the hell we all gon fit on this couch?”
“We’ll figure it out. Come, my gem. You know you want to join.”
There’s a teasing tone in Shuri’s voice as she addresses Em, and you can feel one of her arms lift to presumably beckon her closer. Without even lifting your head, you reach out blindly until you grab onto her hand. You pull until her legs hit the couch, and only then do you scoot until you’re pressed against the back of the couch, making room for her to join.
“If I fall, I’m gettin on both of y’all’s asses.”
Your lips curve into a smile at her words and at the feeling of the couch dipping further. An arm is thrown around your waist, and the feeling of comfort intensifies as you’re embraced by the two people who hold your heart between them.
Shuri loves the early morning sunrise that your studio apartment gets in the morning. The floor to ceiling windows does wonders for allowing natural lighting into your space, and she’s found herself sitting in the space right in front of the clear glass, where the wooden floor of the main room meets the little one-two steps that lead into the tiled kitchen area. It’s where the light shines the brightest, where the heat of the suns beams is strongest.
Shuri communes with herself here, whenever she visits you. Early in the morning while you're still fast asleep, curled in your blankets and pillows just like you were now, Shuri takes the time to sneak away into the warm little spot on the floor, to meditate, to ground herself, to just think.
But sometimes, Shuri thinks too much.
She thinks of everything, and she thinks of nothing. Millions of thoughts plague her mind every day and every night, even protruding into her dreams, on the rare occasions she does have. It’s only in your arms that the thoughts quiet down, and the voices are held at bay, but they aren’t kept away for long. Because at some point, she’ll have to face them again, and they will consume her, and you aren’t always in her corner when she needs you to take them away.
So, she’s learned to sit with them. Let them overwhelm her brain like static. Eventually, they calm down, and she can breathe again. And it's mornings like these, where she sits in the glow of the morning sun, where the thoughts aren’t so loud, and Shuri’s mind is at ease, that she enjoys the most.
“What’chu doin’ up this early, princess?”
Her voice comes first - rich, smooth, slightly raspy from sleep, and for a moment. It’s addictive, especially now that she’s had the pleasure of hearing it in person, and not from her holographic screen next to her bed from the three of you falling asleep on call together.
Then, comes the gentle touch of her hand - short french-tipped nails brush against Shuri’s cheek and the warmth of her open palm causes the princess’s head to lean into it. She stands behind Shuri, and it takes all of her to not lean back into the other woman’s legs.
“Nothing, my gem,” Shuri assures Emerald, as she opens her eyes, greeted by the reflection of her lover caressing her face lovingly, “just thinking.”
Emerald is a sight to see in the morning. Sweats that hang dangerously low on her hips revealing the band of her boxers that are snug on her pelvis, and a loose cropped shirt that hangs off one shoulder. Her hair hangs low, curls obscuring her eyes, and it only makes her look more tempting to the princess.
“Thinkin’ ‘bout what?” Emerald asks, moving to take a seat next to you, her body pointed to Shuri’s, which faces the window.
The princess shrugs, not really knowing the answer herself. “I don’t know, really.”
“Do you think a lot?”
“Unfortunately.”
Emerald hums in response, her hand still resting on Shuri’s cheek. “What about?”
“A lot of things,” Shuri answers, “a lot of things that would certainly overwhelm you, or (Y/N).”
“So, princess things?”
“Princess things…and then some.”
A soft chuckle escapes both of their lips, with a smile that stays on Emerald’s as she takes in Shuri’s appearance. She still had on the same sweatpants as yesterday, as well as the sports bra, but the sight couldn’t be any more delicious to the dark skinned woman. It didn’t help that her eyes were half-lidden and her curls were a mess, a sure sign that the princess was still riddled with sleep.
“I don’t like thinking sometimes,” Shuri mutters after a moment. Emerald hums once more, urging her to continue.
“It’s too much to think, sometimes. People expect me to, though. To think, to have all the answers. I do- well, not all the answers to everything, but I do get answers. But I also get overwhelmed. Sometimes…I wish someone else could do the thinking for a while. Let my brain get quiet for a bit. I can’t remember the last time I didn’t have to think, but I’m sure, compared to now, it was pleasant.”
Shuri mumbles on, and Emerald takes into account her body language as she speaks - she’s relaxed, but still slightly rigid. She can see it in the way Shuri’s stomach is tense, possibly with anxiousness. Emerald understands why, even though she jokes about it often; she knows the job of a royal isn’t easy, especially for Shuri. She think’s for everyone and has no outlet of her own to turn to.
“You don’t wanna think for a while, right?”
Shuri pauses for a moment, before nodding her head ‘yes’ in response.
“I can make that happen for you, princess.”
Before Shuri has a chance to question Emerald’s statement, she feels her other hand gliding against her midsection in a soothing, almost sultry motion. The low octave of which she spoke made warmth pool into Shuri’s stomach, into her core. Chocolate brown irises bore into each other deeply, tempting each other to lean in.
“I can help you stop thinkin’, is that what you want, baby?”
Shuri nods, this time her reaction is almost immediate. Emerald leans in and captures Shuri’s lips in a breathtaking kiss. It soon turns passionate; Emerald is on Shuri’s lap, and the princess’s grip on her hips is deadly as she whines into the kiss, heat pooling into Shuri's core, begging for attention.
Once the need for oxygen becomes too great, Emerald is the first to pull away, lips swollen and chest heaving from the intensity of the kiss. She stands, pulling Shuri up with her, and places a quick kiss onto the princess’s lips while tugging at her bottoms.
“Bed. Now.” Emerald demands. “And take these off, too. I’ma be right back.”
Shuri is quick to follow instructions - as Emerald goes to retrieve her strap from her bag in the storage closet, Shuri makes quick work at discarding her clothes and takes back her place on the bed, of which the three of you had retreated to at some point during the night after your previous lovemaking session.
It’s only when she’s back on the bed that she remembers your presence there, too, her eyebrows furrowed together. Although you were a deep sleeper, and can - and have - slept through violent storms and countless other loud actions, was Emerald seriously about to fuck her right next to you?
Out of her peripheral, Shuri sees Emerald return, her sweats discarded and now replaced with the boxer briefs needed for her strap. She makes a trek for the coffee table, grabbing the vibrator case that was discarded there the night prior, and from it, she produces one of the two vibrators from the set. A tiny bullet vibrator, and the sight of it alone forces Shuri to swallow the whine she desperately wants to emit, while she can feel her pussy leaking with anticipation.
Emerald climbs onto the bed, her presence demanding Shuri’s attention, knowing what the princess beneath her is thinking.
“Don’t think ‘bout her,” Emerald says, referencing your sleeping figure, your back turned to them as you snoozed soundly, deep in slumber, “don’t think, baby, just feel, can you do that for me?”
Fuck, Emerald is too good at this. Too good at taking command, too good at picking apart Shuri’s mind.
“Need you to let me in that pretty head of yours, princess. Let me take control,” Emerald leans down onto Shuri’s body, leaving kisses from her lips, trailing down her jawline, into the dip of her neck. It leaves the princess breathless, so much so that she doesn’t even hear when Emerald activates the vibrator.
“You gon’ let me in there, Princess?”
Shuri nods eagerly, but it’s nothing compared to the gasp that leaves her lips when Emerald presses the tiny bullet right onto Shuri’s dripping heat, the unholy noises that come from the vibrations and her slick meeting. The metal of the device is cold at first, but with Emerald’s skillful hands circling the device around Shuri’s clit in agonizingly slow motions, it’s not long before Shuri’s brain becomes muddled and weak.
“Fuck, fuck, Em, please…” Shuri whines when the device is place right onto her clit, which is only encouragement for the other woman to continue. There’s a slight tremble in Shuri’s legs already, and it gets Emerald excited.
“Princess is already goin’ dumb,” she hums affectionately right into Shuri’s ear, and the statement awakens something deep within her that she wasn’t aware was even present, “goin’ dumb over a lil’ vibe?”
Shuri’s ability to speak was stripped from her with Em’s words, even more so when she slipped a digit in between her seeping folds. A silent moan left Shuri’s lips at the added pressure, her head began shifting from side to side, overwhelmed from the littlest of contact.
Emerald pressed soothing kisses onto Shuri’s neck while her digit pumped in and out of Shuri’s folds, a gasp of her own slipping past her lips once she actually got a feel for how wet the princess was. Shuri’s pussy was practically sopping with slick, making her in and out motions seem effortless. There was so much, she was surprised her entire hand wasn’t covered with it. It was too tempting - Emerald had to have a taste.
Shuri’s eyes were closed, too caught up in the feeling of pleasure. The sudden absence of Emerald’s face in her neck made the princess whine, but it was soon replaced with a silent scream when the vibrator that had been abusing her clit for the past few minutes was removed, and replaced with Emerald’s tongue.
“Oh, fuck, n-no, Em, please-” but it was too late. The vibrator deactivated and discarded, Emerald’s now free hand went to place itself on top of Shuri’s abdomen, steadying the princess’s desperate attempts at shying away, but Emerald wasn’t having it. She added another digit, picked up the pace, and started curling her fingers inside Shuri’s velvety walls, trying to pinpoint the spot that would have her legs trembling. And when Emerald did find it, and started brushing it mercilessly while her tongue did wonders on Shuri’s clit, the princess couldn’t control the volume of her voice anymore.
“Em, em, I’m cumming-” Shuri whines, her eyes beginning to swell with tears of overwhelming pleasure, “please- please, I can’t- oh, Bast, I’m cumming, I’m cumming-!”
Emerald’s assault on Shuri’s pussy remained ruthless as the princess rode out her high, the blinding pleasure being taken out on the poor sheets and Emerald’s poor curls, but the sting only edged Emerald on further. It took everything in Shuri to not let the Black Panther strength overtake her as her legs closed around Emerald’s head, tremors racking through her limbs in waves. IT’s only when Shuri is coming down that Emerald’s actions begin to slow to a halt.
Emerald lifts her head to see Shuri, spent and breathless, her chest heaving from the intensity of her climax. She’s so effortlessly beautiful, it drives Emerald insane. She slowly pulls her fingers from Shuri’s fluttering core, making the princess’s legs close once again and her core clench around nothing. The lack of presence inside of her makes her whine, but Emerald has plans to fix that soon.
When Shuri opens her eyes once again, the sight before has the slick between her legs pooling once again. Emerald has brung the fingers which were previously buried deep inside of her to her lips, relishing in Shuri’s delectable taste. It’s a sight that has Shuri’s head falling back onto the pillow, desperate for Emerald’s touch once again.
Said woman climbs her way back up to Shuri’s face, taking care to glance at your figure to make sure you were still sleeping. Once your figure is confirmed to be still fast asleep, Emerald plants a series of kisses onto Shuri’s lips, of which the princess returns just as eagerly. “You good, princess?”
Shuri is too breathless to speak, so all that comes out in response is a nod and a short whine, which makes Emerald chuckle. “Got you so dumb, can’t even speak.”
Her words have an intense heat creep up Shuri’s neck, because she knew part of it was true. “That’s fine. I’ll just learn your body instead.”
Shuri jumps when the tip of the cool silicone brushes against her sensitive clit, another whine emitting from her lips. She’s about to question when did Emerald have time to slip the strap into place in her boxers, but the other woman is already a step ahead of her. She’s stroking Shuri’s thighs as she gets them into position, helping the princess relax, even though the events of her previous orgasm are still present in the light trembles that run through Shuri’s legs.
“Hold ‘em back for me baby,” it’s so embarrassing, but Shuri complies, holding the back of her knees in the crevice of her elbow, bearing her sopping wet heat to Emerald, and she all but gasps at the sight of such a pretty pussy on display just for her. It’s nothing compared to the pictures and videos she was blessed with until now, and Emerald takes her time drinking in the sight. Though it’s not long before Shuri gets needy again, and Emerald has to shush the princess with promises of taking care of her soon enough.
“Need you to do somethin’ for me, princess,” Emerald says, as she aligns the strap to Shuri’s entrance, lubricating the silicone with the other woman’s cum and slick, “Need you to focus on my strap, okay? Don’t think ‘bout nothin’ else, you hear me?”
Emerald’s hand rubs soothing strokes along Shuri’s inner thigh; the princess nods with a hum, but it’s not enough for Emerald this time. “Use your words for me, baby.”
“I will,” Shuri chokes out, “I’ll focus on the- oohh my god-!”
In the midst of Shuri’s response, Emerald pressed the silicone strap between Shuri’s folds, and she and Shuri watch as it disappears into the princess. Shuri wants to shout, scream, but nothing comes out of her throat, so she’s left in a silent scream as the overwhelming feeling of being filled by Emerald consumes her entire being.
Emerald buries herself to the base, her stomach brushing ever so gently against Shuri’s sensitive clit, and it makes the princess jerk and the strap inside of her to move ever so slightly, and Shuri is seeing stars.
She feels it, everything in its entirety. The veins that run the length of Emerald’s strap, the tip of it that is oh so close to brushing against that spongy spot of pleasure. And she’s full, so incredibly full and stuffed that there’s nothing else her mind can even begin to think about. Her brain has been emptied of everything else, and the only thing in it is Emerald, and how deliciously she's filling her.
Shuri can’t speak, and Emerald doesn’t force her to. Instead, she takes note of Shuri’s body language, allowing that to be her guide on how to proceed. Once Shuri has calmed down from the overwhelming sensation, and she begins to release noises of desperation, Emerald begins to move.
Her pace is slow and steady, but even so, it has Shuri belting out mewls of pleasure, incoherent babbles spewing from her lips, and it’s here that Emerald confirms she has officially made Shuri dumb for her dick, and the thought alone boosts her ego to incredible heights.
Though Emerald is enraptured by the pants and moans that are spilling out from Shuri’s lips, she can’t help but notice that there’s another spill of them, and when she turns to check on your supposedly sleeping figure, she finds you, in fact, not sleeping, but very much caught up in your own pleasure, with one hand fondling your breast, and the other rubbing circles into your own clit.
It causes her to chuckle, seeing you so easily worked up out of your sleep, and while she maintains her long, languid strokes into Shuri, she reaches over to you, surprising you when her two digits slip right into your slippery heat with ease.
Soon you and Shuri are moaning messes, so close to coming undone together, when Emerald has the best idea she’s ever had in her life.
“Shuri, baby, open your eyes for me,” and Shuri obliges, being met with the delicious sight of Emerald looking down at her with so much love and desire, and in following down her outstretched arm, she sees you, utterly lost on Emerald’s fingers pumping in and out of you as well.
“Can my princess come pleasure my babygirl? While I fuck you from behind? Can you do that for me?”
Emerald doesn’t even have to ask, because the minute she retracts her strap and her hands from both you and Shuri’s core, the princess makes quick work to settle herself between your legs, immediately dipping down to lick and suck at your clit, and you release a desperate, “Haaa, fuck, please…-!” when Shuri’s long fingers slip into your core to replace Emerald’s.
Not a moment passes before Emerald is right behind Shuri, once again aligning herself with the other woman's entrance, and Shuri releases a long, drawn out, “Fuuucckk,” when Emerald slips back inside of her with ease. She picks up her pace, her strokes causing the princess to jerk forward with every thrust, which in turn causes delicious friction against your clit as Shuri’s tongue laps and sucks as it with hunger. Heavy moans and high-pitched whines fill the tiny yet luxurious studio apartment, and as Shuri was still reeling from her last orgasm, it’s only natural that she’s also the first to feel the knot in her stomach tightening once again.
“Shuri, Shuri please, I wanna cum…!” you beg, which only insights her own spiel of whimpering for release, “fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, Em, I’m cumming again!”
And Emerald would be lying if she said she wasn’t feeling one coming for herself, too, because delivering these back shots to Shuri had the edge of the base of the strap brushing against her own clit just right in these boxers. She couldn’t hold out for long. None of them could.
“You gon’ cum for me, princess?” Emerald slurs, and Shuri’s hums of response in such a beautiful, lust filled voice has the dark skinned woman drunk, desperate to hear more. “You gonna make babygirl cum, too?”
“Pleeaaseee, wanna cum, wanna cum so bad, please!” Your squeal of desperation doesn’t go unnoticed by either woman, and it’s Emerald’s whispers of praise - ‘make us cum, princess’, ‘you’re doin’ so good, baby’, ‘fuck, you makin’ me feel that shit, baby’ - that drive Shuri over the edge.
Shuri cums once more, no, she squirts this time, her orgasm spraying all across the sheets and Emerald’s bottom half. You’re soon to follow, releasing right into Shuri’s mouth, and the princess drinks every last of your release. And Emerald is the last, her strokes becoming uncoordinated and unsteady as a sign of her impending climax, and it’s with one last thrust that she stills inside of Shuri, allowing herself to be overwhelmed by the intensity of her own orgasm.
It takes a moment, but all three of you collapse back onto your respective places on the bed - Shuri in the middle, you on the right, and Emerald on the left, closest to the wall. In synchronized heaving and shared glances of love and adoration for one another, a smile graces on each of your faces.
“Well, if I ain’t know any better, I’d say this is a great morning,” hums Emerald, who is the first to recover. You and Shuri, still spent - Shuri more so, as she endured not one, but two earth shattering orgasms - release breathless laughs of agreement to the dark skinned woman.
“Goodmorning, my love,” Shuri hums, “and yes, great morning, my gem.”
“G’morning…” you yawn.
And what a good morning it was.
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I write about characters, not real people. For example, I will write for Shuri and Jamie, but not Letitia Wright herself. I'm just not comfortable with it.
I admittedly mostly write for Shuri and Riri, unless otherwise stated, but I will absolutely write for someone else if you guys have any suggestions.
I AM A BLACK WOMAN WHO LOVES BLACK WOMEN (and they/thems, she hers/, he/his, I don't care really)... I write for POC readers, unless otherwise stated.
I do take requests and try my best to respond to them in a timely manner, HOWEVER, I am a nursing student with a full-time job. With that being said, just bear with me, your requested story is coming.
I WILL NOT WRITE ABOUT DISTURBING TOPICS, for example, (TW!!), incest, domestic violence, sexual assault, etc.
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ShuRiri x OC (Sade Davis) Series
*REWRITE IN PROGRESS*
Put Me in My Place
Riri Williams x OC (Sade Davis)
I feel my body tense, realizing I’m in the arms of my biggest competition throughout high school. I try to pull away, but Riri holds me tighter. “Please,” she starts. “Don’t go.”
You Up?
Riri Williams x OC (Sade Davis)
“I told you to take it off. I’ll buy you a new one.”
Sorry For Breaking Your Hearts
Riri Williams x OC (Sade Davis)
“No, no, please! My girlfriend, I-I haven’t seen her all day, I haven’t heard from her. I think something’s wrong.”
Two is Plenty, Three’s a Crowd
ShuRiri x OC (Sade Davis)
“Sade, it is nice to meet you finally,” came the voice again, and at this point, the speaker was back on the table.
Somehow, I found my voice. “Pr-Princess Shuri.”
Ally? Ally.
ShuRiri x OC (Sade Davis)
I face her and evenly reply “You drowned, huh?” Riri’s face flushes and she stammers, struggling to gather her words.
My Love, My Fury
ShuRiri x OC (Sade Davis)
“What’s it say,” I ask. Shuri’s smile grows genuine and she responds, “Sade, sithandwa Sam. Sade, my love in my country’s alphabet.”
Breathe
ShuRiri x OC (Sade Davis)
"It's like deja vu, isn't it baby?" Riri questions giddily, arms thrown around my neck.
Vanish-Giveon
Vanish
ShuRiri x reader
"Nisale kakuhle zinkosi zenu (Goodbye, your majesties.)” You bow and exit, leaving the Queens in their despair.
Vanish pt. 2
ShuRiri x reader
“Aneka, you will lead this mission.
General,” the word comes off her tongue like a tease, knowing she’s driving a spear through Okoye’s heart. “Fall back.”
Yes, Daddy
Y-yes, Daddy
stud!ShuRiri x black!fem!reader
“I’m daddy,” Shuri growls and you sink into her body, melting at her vernacular. “Understand, baby?”
You make the mistake of nodding first, catching yourself quickly. “Yes,” you correct.
“Yes, what?”
“Y-yes, daddy.”
Y-yes, Daddy pt. 2
stud!ShuRiri x black!fem!reader
Hmm, Shuri hums. “You look so damn good walking away, y/n, but that don’t mean I like it when you walk away from me. You wanna explain that shit?”
Escapism
Shuri x Riri
Shuri brought her hand up between their too-close bodies, tapping at Riri’s chin, then her cheeks. “Alright, alright. You’ve proven yourself. Breathe before you pass out.”
Y-yes, Daddy pt. 3
stud!ShuRiri x black!fem!reader
Her eyes sent the message that her lips didn’t; they couldn’t, too busy being bitten to the flesh between Riri’s perfect rows of teeth, the gold on her lower set mirroring the gold around her neck.
Jordan Peele’s Nope.-Emerald Haywood
What’s Up, Doc?
Emerald Haywood x reader
"You see a therapist?" OJ asks. "I fuck one," Emerald responds dismissively.
Desire
Desire Pt. 1
Shuri x Stripper!reader
"Ladies and Gents, we got a treat for yall tonight! So much cake, it'll make you want to lick the icing first."
"Please help me in welcoming Desire to the stage!"
Desire Pt. 2
Shuri x Stripper!reader
“Ndiyakunqwenela.”
“I desire you.”
“Kudala ndikurhalela.”
“I-I’ve been craving you"
SOS-SZA
Nobody Gets Me
Riri Williams x fwb!reader
How am I supposed to tell ya?
I don't wanna see you with anyone but me
Nobody gets me like you
Happy Valentine's Day
Riri's Love Letter
Riri x black!fem!reader
Do you remember what I said to you?
I know you remember that corny ass pickup line.
“Do you have a name, or can I call you mine?”
Little Panther
Little Panther
Shuri x black!fem!reader
And collect my son I do, adorning his little fluffy figure in kisses. "None for me?" Shuri pouts, eyes begging.
"Uh, uh. You told me to collect my son, not my girl."
Brain-Break
Brain-Break
ShuRiri x Wakandan!fem!reader
“No, my Queen. If you will not indulge my idea for a moment to give you peace, then you will, at the very least, not work in such silence that you stress yourself anymore. Understood?”
Riri stifles a giggle at your words, sending Shuri to return to her work obediently, grumbling under her breath as she did. “-going to speak to me like that in my own lab.”
She Loves Me-Valkyrie
She Loves Me
Shuri x reader; Valkyrie x reader
She loves me. Even though whenever I say it, she doesn't say it back.
Heavy is The Head-Queen Ramonda
Heavy is the Head
Queen Ramonda x Wakandan!reader
The nonchalant shrug makes a return. "She said I'm not a doll."
Your hands raked through her tight curls, expertly. "You're my doll."
Save Her
Save Her
ShuRiri x Wakandan!reader
“Griot,” she started slowly. “Who is piloting Fighter 009?”
“Y/n, Your Majesty.”
Finally
Finally
ShuRiri x black!fem!reader
“Remember that promise I made you?”
Riri nods, hands running through Shuri’s curls, lips tucked between her teeth in excitement.
“I’m ready to act on it.”
My Princess
My Princess
Shuri x black!fem!plus size!reader
“You heard her,” she started to the stunned girl on the other end. “So we good on whatever shit you was trying to offer her. It ain’t nothing compared to what I got.”
King-Queen Ramonda
King
Queen! Ramonda x King!reader
“Your Highness-”
“King. Do not be afraid to say it.”
I'm IronHeart
I'm IronHeart
college student! Riri x college student!fem!black! reader
“You gon stop fucking up my pretty face-”
“You only like it when its pretty?”
A smile broke across both your faces, her shiny rows of perfectly white teeth winking at you from between the prettiest brown lips you’d ever seen. “It’s always pretty,” you ran your fingers down her cheeks once more.
Mama Shuri
Unyana
Mama!Shuri x Mommy!reader
"Shuri, put your child to bed," you exclaim, bouncing down the stairs.
"Huh?"
Man-Man
Man-Man
drug dealer!ShuRiri x black!fem!single mom!reader
“Hey, baby,” your soft voice cooed. You had his undivided attention and his wide eyes followed the index finger of your free hand as you gestured to the girls standing above him.
Pernicious
Pernicious
toxic!Shuri x reader; OC x reader
“Nah, baby, just getting a taste.
“Fuck y-”
“I told you, you can’t do this shit better than me.”
Lil Hobie- Hobie Brown
Lil Hobie
atsv Hobie x thick!black!fem!reader
“God dammit, Hobie!”
“‘Hobie dammit, Hobie’ is kinda a redundant statement, love, don’t ya-”
#riri x reader#shuri x reader#black panther#riri x oc#shuri x oc#shuriri#smut#black panther smut#blackpanther2#blackpantherwakandaforever#blackgirlmagic#letitia wright#dominique thorne#original character#riri williams x reader#letitia wright shuri#original story#queen shuri#riri#riri x shuri#riri williams smut#shuri#princess shuri#nope movie#nope film#emerald fic#emeraldhaywoodfic#emerald haywood#emerald#18+
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Dating OJ Haywood Would Include
Pairing: OJ x black fem reader
Summary: things that come with dating our favorite cowboy
A/n: Daniel Kaluuya pls marry me
He was probably real shy to ask you out at first
Emerald would tease him and say if he wasn't gonna ask you out then she would
However if you confessed first he'd be chill about it and very flattered as he accepted your affections
Love language is definitely quality time
A movie night snuggled together on the couch is his idea of a perfect date
Whether it's eating together or taking care of the horses during the day he's just glad whenever you're around him
He's also a great listener and could follow along your rambles and rants for hours
He can be a bit awkward with physical affection
Not that he doesn't like it he just overthinks it
But that usually doesn't happen if you're feeling particularly needy
He'll hold you for as long as you need
And when he is affectionate he holds you and kisses you like he needs you to survive
He's strong and silent but inside he's just all warm and fuzzy for you
And the longer yall date the more it starts to slip out
He likes being silly and messing around with you
Mostly so he can hear you laugh
Every once in a while he might hold something over your head and chuckle as you jump trying to reach it
He'll also realize that he loves making out with you
Holding you close to him and letting his hands wander as he comepletly loses himself in you
Best thing in the world to him
He'll flip through a few pet names before landing on one that's yours
Methinks it's "sugar"
At some point it replaces your actual name
He'll be talking to em or angel and all of sudden goes "I was talking to sugar the other day" like it's what your mother named you at birth
If you ever need comfort he's definitely a solution giver but gives the best hugs
If you're crying he'll have you sit on his lap and wipe your tears while he shushes you
#oj haywood x reader#oj haywood hcs#oj haywood fluff#oj haywood#nope movie#nope 2022#nope oj#oj haywood nope#nope#black characters#fluff#black reader#nope film#nope fanfiction#oj haywood fanfiction#fanfic#writing#my writing#writeblr#black writers#writers on tumblr#comfort#emerald haywood#angel torres
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Oops I almost forgot to request but idm waiting!! could you make an oj haywood x black/fem reader who's a model (and pretty bold lmao) and they meet cus they needed his horses for a photo shoot? idk if that's too specific I don't wanna step on ur toes or anything snfnskfn 😭😭
covergirl | OJ Haywood x black! Reader | October prompts !
A/N: Thank you for your patience! I didn’t forget about this! Now that we’re in my favorite season of the year I decided to add something else to the mix and include this in my October prompts for 2022! It’s a short one but hopefully a good one.
+ Prompt: 6. “Is it just me or did it just get really cold in here?”
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attention was never something you turned away from. You loved it. It was always all eyes on you, you know, like Tupac’s fine ass once said. Ask any of your siblings and cousins growing up, you were the main one who oozed star quality. Sorry. So you took that to your advantage, gaining tumblr fame quite quickly in your tumblr teen girl era and that later brought you to high-end modeling.
The only time your photo shoots were early was if you were overseas and it always ended up eventful. You weren’t much of a morning person but you adjusted once you were fully up. Plus you didn’t enjoy wasting anyone’s time; especially your own. Now that you were back in California, your agents knew to only schedule you for early afternoon shoots. Not to mention that you’ve grown to have insomnia once your career began to take off and a hint of sleep apnea when your body allowed you to disconnect for a few hours.
So sure sleep was a huge question mark when it not only came to modeling but you loved having “me time,” when you weren’t out with your friends.
Letting out a small yawn that you covered with a few of your fingertips, you glanced up at the ceiling for a moment longer as the makeup artist patted the setting powder underneath your eyes then gave you your space.
“Here you go!” A voice chirped shortly afterwards, “looks like I’m right on time too.”
Continuing staring upwards as you lounged on a faux fur multi-colored stool, you spotted a curly haired girl in baggy clothing as she held out a iced tan tea to you. “Heard you enjoy that London fog tea shit, it’s giving clay but to each their own I guess!”
Taking it from the familiar face you smiled around the straw before you sipped your beverage, “Emerald Haywood. Thanks for this, I didn’t know you worked behind the scenes?”
“Oh please, with a face like this? And charisma like mine?! You already know I’m in front of the camera just like your pretty self.” The brown skinned girl winked while you smirked.
“My apologies sis, I should have known.” You stretched, putting a arch in your back while Emerald shamelessly checked you out in your outfit, “what are you doing here?”
“I’m wherever the money is. Just ask your cousin,” Em raised one arm in the air, leaning over slightly as her hips rotated before she continued, “OJ and I had to keep the business running when daddy passed. After our asses got fired from a failure of a previous shoot, I did some research and found out somebody else needed horses. And you so happened to be here.”
“Riiight,” you pointed, “and here I was thinking you gained some sense and became obsessed with me instead of messing around with my cousin.”
Em quirked up a brow, “don’t tempt me with a good time…either way I talked to my therapist and we both agreed that it’s time for me to focus on myself.”
You hummed at that, not saying what you thought on it. You knew Em for a couple of months now, ever since your cousin, who happened to work at a strip club, began bringing em around. They were casual in the beginning—it seemed since your cousin had a issue when it came to dating; either the girls or non-binaries she dated got jealous over her profession/no longer felt comfortable with her line of work, turned out abusive, or decided to start sleeping with their therapist right after putting their relationship on a break.
Nonetheless you kept your mouth shut since your cousin said she would figure it out. So you respected it and you actually liked hanging out with Emerald Haywood. Your energies meshed well together and you hung around the same group of people. She was cool in your eyes minus the whole sleeping with your therapist two days after she called it quits with your cousin…but hey it was none of your business.
“Okay everyone, let’s clean up and get the horse in for the final shots of the day! I want to leave and get fucked up like the rest of you!” The photographer announced.
Pushing off the stool, you continued downing your tea as the assistants on the set removed the stool and large potted flowers out of the way. “That’s great, em. I’m sure it’ll all be worth it in the end.”
“You see the vision.” Em snapped her fingers, “I had no doubt you’d get it.”
“Of course,” you shrugged as another assistant came over to you, suddenly picking at your roots gently before placing a metallic cow-girl hat over your head, “self-love is the best love and whoever you decide to share that with and they understand? It’s even better.”
One of the assistants, Stella, you believed her name was, held out her hand to take the leftover drink before you lightly turned to see a dark skinned man catering to a white horse.
“I think I just found that someone.” You whispered, beginning to strut over to the man and your supposed prop for hopefully the next thirty minutes.
Em titled her head to the side in confusion as she watched you make your way over to her brother. It only took her a second to realize what was going on as you gently began stroking ghost’s fur who swayed his tail in response.
“Who’s the lucky guy?” You asked.
OJ peeked up and over from his side next to the horse and moved to stand in front of; to continue caressing it’s nose. He barely glanced at you as he responded, “this is ghost.”
“I’m not talking about the ghost, handsome.” Your voice was as sultry and light as you patted the horse, arm going up to rest along it’s spine comfortably.
OJ blinked, “oh. I’m just the guy with the horses.”
“No. There’s always more than what meets the eye,” you smiled, “I’m Odette and you are?”
“I’m aware,” OJ had his attention back on the white horse continuing to provide comfort, “your manager told us you go by Detty, that you’re gonna be on your Beyoncé shit and gave us a whole run down of what not to do in your presence. Which I understand boundaries…I just want to let you know that these horses—
“Deserve the same amount of respect as any decent human being,” you said, “I get it. I know a thing or two about horses and bulls. It was my grandfather’s thing. Sure he loved his bulls more than horses but trust me, I won’t hurt him. I’m capable of being gentle.”
That’s when OJ looked at you to see you slightly biting on the corner of your lip. He didn’t know much about you coming into this gig but his sister did. All OJ needed to know was the time, to provide reassurance for whichever horse he thought would be best for this, and the price. He wanted to bring lucky but this photoshoot requires a white horse for whatever reason and Ghost could be a bit finicky at anything lately. He was the last one Otis Sr. Was on when he was attacked so OJ knew that Ghost was going through a bit of PTSD at the moment.
“OJ! Get out the way and let the girl do her thang! Ghost also knows what to do!” Em called out to OJ, who cautiously stepped back as the assistants came over with another stool to help you onto ghost.
However OJ still found himself lingering close by while Em chatted away with others on set. OJ watched you as you carried on so elegantly, in your flowy attire as you seemed to be chatting with the horse here and there every time you shifted to a set poses. It did not take the photographer long to get multiple shots and finally the winning one.
“I think we got it!”
Claps started to surround until you asked; now sitting up from ghost, “you think or do you know? I still think outside for this scene would be better.”
“It’s not the look the magazine was looking for babe. We got the floral backdrop and your gorgeous face, that’s all we need.” The photographer answered, “that’s a wrap everybody!”
OJ watched as you rolled your eyes then shrugged. He moved over back to ghost as the stool was placed down again for you. Carefully you climbed down and moved to stand by ghost’s head. You caressed him once more, “thanks for your time, buddy.”
Everyone slowly began to clear out as you flicked your eyes over to OJ who was actually staring at you this time, “and thank you for lending us ghost…OJ, was it?”
“Mhm,” he dipped his head, “you’re welcome.”
Quickly learning that he wasn’t a man of much words you breathed out a small laugh. Normally most guys that couldn’t hold a conversation you lost interest. However there was something about OJ that made you have a little bit of time.
“What’s the O stand for in your name?”
“…Otis.”
“Odette and Otis.” You let it roll off your tongue, “Look at us sounding like somebodies grandparents. Doesn’t that have a nice ring to it?”
“Sure.”
“I think we could do something big with that.”
“Yeah? Like be somebodies grandparents?” He snorted, picking up that you were flirting with him.
“That and much more.” Your voice lowered as you held OJ’s stare.
The stare down was broken off once the lights suddenly shut off on you two. It only took seconds for a blur of white to fly by your sight followed with the clunking of Ghost’s hooves.
“Aye! Ghost!” OJ watched as the ghost ran around in circles in distress, the brimmed man trying his best to click his tongue to get the horses’ attention.
A side door suddenly opened, giving Ghost the opportunity to rush through it.
“Whoa! What’s wrong with ‘im?” Em asked, shades lowered as she glanced away from her phone.
OJ huffed as he began jogging over to the door which clicked behind the horse. Sighing you began peeling off the boots, wiggling your feet as you let out a yawn again.
“Did he get your number yet? ‘Cause we need to go and get some real food. What y’all had here ain’t enough to feed a damn fish.” Em muttered to you as you made your way over to her.
Before you could respond you listened to the rattling of the door handle that OJ pressed on.
It didn’t appear to be budging.
“The doors stuck.” OJ bluntly stated.
“You mean to tell me you don’t know how to open doors? You just push it!”
“I’m doin’ that!” OJ yelled back, “i’m guessing this is one of those doors that locks behind you.”
Em grimaced after attempting to get it open herself, “ohhh.”
Carrying the boots in one hand and lightly rubbing on your arms with the other, you began looking around the building. It felt much smaller with the lights out and not as comforting.
“Is it just me or did it just get really cold in here?” You asked, eyes wide as your eyes darted around the room.
Footsteps moved to stand beside you. Em tested your realization blowing into the air and found a puff of cloud went towards the air. It was on the tip of her tongue to just brush it off, assuming that the air temperatures increased when no one was around.
However…something felt like it was.
The three of you were quiet, picking up on the sound of something almost spluttering from above. Instantly you were holding your breath and you weren’t sure why as all three pairs of eyes shot up to the ceiling above their heads.
“What the hell—
“I think we should move. Now.” OJ ordered, not liking how that sounded and given what he previously witnessed with shit falling out of the sky with his own father, he knew this didn’t feel or sound right either.
Briefly he touched your elbow, guiding you and Em away from the center of the room to the bathroom door. All three of you crouched down in the doorway, peering out and wondering what that noise was. It sounded as if something was leaning, almost like a electrical tower about to give way to the ground. Not long after, objects came crashing through the ceiling but the most noticeable one…happened to be a traffic light pole along with a camera attached.
The object appeared to be damp from what you could tell in the dark surrounded by other miscellaneous items. Cautiously the three of you made your way by the fallen item with Em kicking at it and OJ peering up at the newfound hole in the ceiling.
“That’s strange.” You spoke, not knowing what to make of this.
Em nodded, “uh huh! Shit’s just falling out the sky for fun lately? This is honestly giving me the heebie jeebies.”
“Ghost.” OJ muttered, “he had to have known…he wouldn’t of just ran off like that if he hadn’t.”
“OJ…let’s not go there.”
“What?” You asked watching as the two shared words with their eyes, “hey, I’m here too! Whatever you’re thinking you can just say it.”
“…it’s nothing,” OJ decided, his eyes meeting yours. He could tell you didn’t believe that and something inside of him wanted to tell you about his dad but he wasn’t fully sure himself. It was a feeling that told him to get everyone out of dodge, “we should find a way out of here—
That’s when that same jammed door slowly creaked open, automatically making you take a step back, hand latching out to yank OJ back by his shirt.
Em already had her taser out, pulled from her crochet cross-body bag. The three of you waited for someone to peek in at you but after at least a minute, no one did.
“Yeah, I don’t know about y’all. But I’m gettin’ the fuck up outta here before these rich condescending folks think we did this mess so!” em chucked up the deuces before she jogged over to the door, crouching down as she had her taser ready.
Once she disappeared behind the door she yelled out to you two, “we’re good! I’ll be in the car, OJ!”
Puffing out a breath, you quickly let go of OJ’s bunched up shirt and returned your hand back to rub at the goosebumps on your forearm.
“I’ll count this as my weirdest day on set and I’ve had a lot of those.” You commented.
OJ hummed as he slowly turned to face you.
“I think it’s about to get weirder around here.” OJ mumbled glancing at the traffic light that fell through the sky, “no I won’t elaborate but I think we should all be careful.”
“Are you saying we just walked into the twilight zone?” You tried to joke but it also fell flat to you.
“I don’t think that was just some miracle.”
“What—never mind you don’t seem like you want to completely share your thoughts with me right now. Which I guess is fine, maybe it aligns with the whole introverted horse-loving tall dark and handsome thing you got going for yourself.” You ranted, “but this isn’t how I imagined the end of the shoot going either so we should head out. I feel like we’re being watched.”
“Okay, covergirl.” OJ nudged his head towards the door, waiting for you to fall into step beside him.
Both of you cautiously stepped outside to California’s humid air, sunny and as if nothing just occurred. Up ahead you could see Em waiting in the passenger side as you and OJ stood in the parking lot.
“On the bright side…I told you so.”
“Told me what, Odette?”
Keeping your arms folded you smiled, “that we’ll be apart of something much bigger together.”
Spinning you began walking backwards digging into your boot to grab your car keys, “you’re not getting rid of your future wife just yet. You and I both sense that by now don’t we? I’ll see you soon won’t I, Otis?”
OJ wasn’t sure how to answer this as he slowly trailed after you. He just shared a experience that was a bit strange with you and here you were trying to turn this into some possible dating adventure? He didn’t know how to take you so he just tipped the brim of his hat which made you scoff out a laugh, fully turning to your expensive car.
He moved to get into his own truck after he took his eyes off the sway of your hips, beside his sister and started the engine, just as the camera on the fallen traffic light flashed in the dark room.
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Continue along with my anthology fall prompts here
#nope x reader#nope 2022#nope film#nope jordan peele#oj haywood#oj haywood x black! reader#oj haywood x black! f! reader#oj haywood x oc#daniel kaluuya#emerald haywood#em haywood#october prompts#requested#keke palmer
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ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᶠᵘˡˡ ᵒᶠ ˡᵒᵛᵉ, ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗᵃʳˢ! ✰
꩜ hey luv! I'm Ché:)ᡣ𐭩
long story short (quick info)!
BLK✰
19 (Nov. 14)
genderfluid transmasc, they/he/she prons. (pls try not to neglect any of them)
spiritual gyal 𓋹
lesbian (just don't talk about Daniel Kaluuya around me lmaooo)
very very neurodivergent
yes I'd love to be mutuals🤭✰
DMs are absolutely open to people who:
are open-minded, are on the right side of history (FREE PALESTINE, GAZA, AND SUDAN), support LGBTQIA+ people, are NOT racist, & LIKE PEOPLE WHO CAN CONSENT TO THEM (aka don't like children or praying on people under the influence), don't proship
short story long !
omg not you caring enough to look, ur so sweet bookie ✮⋆˙
-> I'm eventually gonna start writing on here, I just wanna get introductions and what not out of the way. I'll have it relisted when I get a masterlist set up in the future, but here are characters & genres I'll be writing for:
genres - fluff (fl.), angst (ang.), hurt/comfort (h/com.), suggestive (sug.), smut (sm.), AUs, & lgbtq.
* Keep in mind I do not and will not age characters up! and also in terms of the "reader", I won't go into specific features (ex. eyes, nose, lips/teeth, etc.), BUT brown skin will ALWAYS be mentioned & they'll always be black.
characters
ATSV
HOBIE BROWN! - accepting all genres
Miles Morales - NO SUGGESTIVE OR SMUT!! no romantic "x readers" will be written for Miles because I don't write for underage audiences. accepting the rest.
Peter Parker - accepting all genres, the reader will bounce between being an MJ or Felicia Hardy type character
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Nope
Otis "OJ" Haywood Jr. - all EXCEPT angst, I'm weak y'all I'm sorry he's been through enough lol!
Emerald Haywood - same as OJ, only thing is reader will always be fem/non-male (unless otherwise is requested).
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I'll add more to the list later probably? but Spider-Man is a forever fixation & I love Nope so yeah def writing for those immediately.
thanks for reading allat! it's almost as if you wanna be my friend or something🤭 (wink wink)! I'll be seeing y'all soon, be it posting myself or reposting lol✰
– w/ love, Ché ᡣ𐭩
#ChéGabs✰#get to know me✰#black writers#hobie x reader#oj haywood x reader#emerald haywood x reader#atsv fanfiction#nope fics#requests open✰#asks open#genderfluid writer
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this was NOT an easy choice
cus they be eating i come back to these every month fr @generallysapphic @shinsousliya @babyboiboyega
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so what y’all think…👀👀
also i will be adding emerald haywood from nope and other characters as the story goes one
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Backgrounds
Mina
Mina- had a baby at 13 on accident
works at a night club to save for her own place.
still in high school and still lives with her loving parents.
been at the job since she was 16…she was almost 17 y’all….
birthday is February 14th..
wants what best for her and her son so she works like a dog..
loves to cook
quite
kind hearted
sweetheart
loves nature
Races-Haitian Creole
Shuri
shuri- does nothing but work.
like to be in charge
does not like to get attached
lost her family
Big on respect
does not like to be played by
does not play about her money
when she likes something she will do anything to get it
Race- African
Izgoie
Izgoie-was in the military(she was a Agojio)
BIG ON RESPECT
has a open mind set
street smarts
acts like some one dad
quite
does not to be bothered
doesn’t have family but shuri is her family
race-african
zylus
Zylus-loves his mommy
doesn’t like to meet new people
very quite
likes to go to the park and get ice cream
doesn’t like to go to school
hates getting his hair done
zavion-
zavion-overprotective
works for shuri and izgoie
does anything for his sister and nephew
most of the time he is high
emerald
emerald-quite
keep to herself
always high
has some trauma but we working on it
loves mina(as a friend)
sweetheart
always there for mina
kaylina
kaylina-independent
loves her son
in college
has a dislike for drugs
HATES HER BD
outgoing
big personality
nawi
nawi-
big personality
player
she gets around baddddd
stays out the way
always involved at the club
loved the beach
hated men( that’s why she gay)
riri
riri- just like she was in the movie
that’s all i got for yall right now 😞
#emerald haywood x reader#letitia x reader#mo washington x black fem reader#riri wiliams x reader#rosalie otterbourne × black!fem!reader#shuri smut#shuri x reader#shuriri x reader#riri williams x reader
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#shuri x reader#shuri smut#letitia x reader#emerald haywood x reader#riri wiliams x reader#mo washington x black fem reader#shuriri x reader#rosalie otterbourne × black!fem!reader#trevante rhodes x reader#trevante rhodes
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Heyy guys..ik i said the chapter would be drop a month ago but i got yall today..i promise
#emerald haywood x reader#letitia x reader#mo washington x black fem reader#riri wiliams x reader#rosalie otterbourne × black!fem!reader#shuri smut#shuri x reader#shuriri x reader#riri williams x reader#letitia wright x reader
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hey y’all…i have forgotten about yall but i wanted to make sure the first chapter was long enough because idk when i will make the new one 😭🤭. i promise i got yall by the end of the weekend
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