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vixentheplanet · 10 months

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afterglow

“just don’t go, meet me in the afterglow.”

shuri x black!reader | 18+

Summary: You've been dating Shuri for a year. For a year, your relationship has evolved, revealing the challenges and joys of deepening connections.

A disagreement puts a momentary strain on your communication after the two of you fail to see eye to eye. You stop for something that will undoubtedly capture Shuri's attention before your next journey to Wakanda.

part one: heartbeat

word count: 4k

themes: heiress reader, little couple disagreement, make-up sex

warnings: sex

hi 💋 - idek what the summary was for this but LMAO the first time i posted this i never specified how long they were together and everyone was like typical lesbians 😭 BUT IT DOESN’T MATTER 🙄 they got married and had kids i’ll post the last part later.

also idk if i’ll post versace on the floor it doesn’t really add anything unless people want to read it

Since you and Shuri began dating, your time was divided between home and Wakanda.

You were now Esmé's Head of Interior Design back at home. Your father appointed you to the role after you assisted in overseeing the interior development of the Monaco Resort. The next step was to renovate the interiors of all Esmé Hotels one city/country at a time. That entailed a lot of flying between countries to look at furniture and meeting with a number of designers to help you get the aesthetic you wanted. Surprisingly, you enjoyed all the hard work that went into it.

Wakanda was breathtaking, the most gorgeous place you'd ever seen in your life. Shuri took you on a tour of her lab, telling you about its products and features. You had no idea what she was saying, but her face lit up as she spoke, and you enjoyed seeing that spark of excitement in her eyes. She took you to all of her favorite spots, and you got to meet Okoye and M'Baku. It pleased you that she had a support system when you weren't there. Now that you were dating, it made little sense for Shuri to fly to New York when you had more freedom to come to her; she could remain where she was needed.

By the end of this week, you’d be back in Wakanda for a two-week vacation. The two weeks were strictly no work, phone calls, or emails. You were going off the grid and away. You would never expect Shuri to do the same thing, but she always prioritized you.

There was an issue, as excited as you were. You and Shuri were fighting, not fighting but at an impasse. Making your relationship public was a tricky subject. On the one hand, Shuri's response was a firm no. You could understand at first, but as things progressed and became more serious, you brought it up repeatedly, a no. So you pushed and pushed and pushed until finally, Shuri raised her voice, which she never does.

Every couple argues. It's human nature to find yourself on opposing sides. Nobody will ever agree on everything. In those moments when things got heated, your fault, Shuri would tell you she’ll talk to you once you calmed down. Never did you think she would yell at you. In response, you did the first thing that came to mind and hung up on her.

Though, from the outside, Shuri would appear to be in the "wrong," you knew it was primarily your fault. You felt bad for bringing up the topic, but you wouldn't live in New York if you were afraid of otherworldly danger. You eventually cooled off and acknowledged that she had a point and that perhaps you hadn't been as reasonable as you could have been, but a week had passed without either of you apologizing or bringing up the incident.

She contacted you again to ensure you were still coming to Wakanda on Friday. Did she expect you to change your mind? Though you'd be back in each other's company, everything had been tense since that night. You hate it, and the distance wasn’t helping. You changed into your pajamas and went downstairs to the bar as soon as the call ended; it was more responsible than heading out to the club.

There were already people inside dressed in suits and designer clothes, presumably looking at you as if you were insane. Who cares what they think, this is your hotel. After all, you had more important things to worry about than the opinions of strangers.

"Marco, what do you do if you get into a disagreement with your significant other?" You whine as you stir the straw in your second Bronx Cocktail.

Macro paused in the middle of polishing a glass and placed a hand thoughtfully on his chin. "Well, Madam Esmé, I'd apologize."

The opportunity for apologizing had long passed. It was too late by the time you acknowledged you were being stubborn and that something this trivial wasn't worth it; there was tension in your relationship. "And when an apology isn't enough."

“Sex.” He responds as if it’s the most obvious answer.

You take another long sip of your drink. You're not drunk enough to start talking about your sex life in public. "Marco, be serious. I need a real solution.” Sex was tempting, but what if Shuri was too upset to consider it?

The bartender served a martini to an older woman seated a few seats apart from you. You figure she's alone until you notice a ring of at least ten carats on her finger. Impressive. Marco refocuses his attention on you, "That is a real solution. It's a way to reconnect after a fight, indicating that the relationship is still intact and that you still want the other."

"I don't mean to interrupt. I couldn't help but overhear." You look to see Mrs. Ten carats trying to interject herself into your conversation.

Well, she’s married, and at this point, no suggestion was a bad one, so why not listen? You turn your body to grant her implicit permission to continue. "Make-up sex is some of the most enjoyable sex you'll ever have."

“Sex can be an excellent way to reconnect with your partner if mixed with verbal communication to resolve your argument after," she explains.

Marco makes a sound of agreement. “Exactly! Sweat it out before you talk it out.” That makes you laugh. You can’t believe you’re having this conversation.

They were both making good points, but you had one other concern. “And what if this significant other isn't in the mood?” You say, frowning.

To be honest, you and Shuri fucked like rabbits. When the two of you were alone, you couldn't keep your hands to yourselves. You've lost track of all the places you and Shuri have spent private moments. A limo, her lab, the Sunbird, inside your purple Maserati, which was impressive considering how little the back seat was. Perhaps it was the distance, but every time you saw each other, you had to go through several rounds to get everything out of your system.

You could not believe you were doubting yourself, given your track record. You just wanted this resolved; this issue had you questioning everything and bringing up sex with Marco and strangers. Jesus.

Nonetheless, you needed to consider all the variables.

“You’ll just have to get very sexy.” The woman says, shrugging her shoulders. “Shouldn’t be hard for you.”

True. Still, you groaned. “Ugh, do you know how hard it is to already be sexy and have to be extra sexy?”

You down the rest of your drink, “You two be happy you don’t have my problems.”

“I would not dream of it, Madam.” And with that, you thank the woman and Marco for their advice and leave a generous tip before heading back upstairs.

The next day, you found yourself in a downtown luxury lingerie and bodywear store. You had your assistant call ahead to reserve the store so you could shop comfortably. You didn't need anyone in your business. Amaya was with you because shopping with a companion is always more fun, plus she was probably the only one you hadn't stopped talking to.

“Wow, you must really be in love.” Amaya is watching you with curious eyes.

“What?” You ask, confused at such a random outburst.

“At first,” she pulls something from the rack, stopping to look at it before shaking her head and putting it back. “Everyone thought you were joking about this relationship.” ‘Relationship’ in air quotes. “Because you never brought them around. Then you entered what I’ll assume is your honeymoon phase because you cut everyone off. Then you started working for your dad. You’ve changed.”

When you and Shuri began dating, you were enamored and wanted to spend as much time as possible with your girlfriend, which led to you spending a lot of time in Wakanda, away from everyone. While it is true that you cut everyone off, it was because you understood your worth and didn't want to be around people who took advantage of you. Furthermore, partying gradually faded from your daily activities, and your time was spent on more important matters.

You roll your eyes, “First of all, outside of you, I don’t know those people. Second, yes, I’ve changed. Sorry, I don’t want to take shots off of strippers anymore.”

“Don’t be so defensive. I’m not saying you’ve changed in a bad way. Whoever this is, it must be serious. You're clearly in love. They’re good for you.”

No doubt you're in love, and it was serious, but how serious? You'd never doubt Shuri's emotions, but you can't spend the rest of your life together, fearful of the outside world. It was a complicated matter which neither of you could agree on.

You were starting to feel overwhelmed. You had twenty-four hours before you had to depart, and you had far too many options before you. Everything looked stunning, with 24K gold hardware and satin elastic banding paired with various luxurious fabrics. It's a lot of choices.

“Do you think this is too much? We should just go to Victoria’s Secret or something.” You ask Amaya while admiring a garter on one of the mannequins. Interesting.

Amaya scoffs as if you said the most offensive thing in the world. “Cheap things like Victoria’s Secret are meant to be thrown off. Altier lingerie like this is meant to be admired. It’s an art, while your body is the canvas.”

She calls the sales associates over for assistance. “Let’s start with a color. Trust me, whatever you pick will drive whoever this is wild.”

Something was off.

Ayo, not Shuri, escorted you to Wakanda. "The Queen has been quite focused these past few days. She will meet you in the Golden City." Ayo explains. Fine, you could accept that. It happened in the past, so that wasn’t out of the ordinary.

However, when you arrived in Wakanda, Shuri was nowhere to be found. The personnel at the Palace recognized you for who you were and your close relationship with their Queen. Two attendants take your things.

"Uh, the pink box is a present you don't have to unpack," you tell one of the staff. The woman nods in acknowledgment.

When you enter the Citadel, two additional Dora Milaje members are waiting for you. "Miss Y/N, the Queen has arranged a spa day for you. These attendants have come to accompany you."

Spa day? “Where’s Shuri?”

“The Queen has business to attend and regrets not being here upon your arrival.” She says immediately. It almost feels rehearsed.

A relaxing day is fun and all, but you want your girlfriend. You put on a robe and a bikini. The facial and massage were comforting, but while you sat in the heated pool, you couldn't help but wonder. Nothing made sense. She didn't pick you up or greet you; now you're being pampered. Wow, she’s trying to distract you. What exactly were you expected to do? Can you imagine going two weeks without seeing each other? You sighed as you exited the pool and found your towel. How can you unwind while your girlfriend is avoiding you?

You put on the robe once more and proceed past the staff, who are prepared to attend to your needs. “I’m fine, thank you.” You say, despite their best efforts to care for you. You figured you would keep your distance and await Shuri in her chambers. You take the elevator to Shuri's floor and notice a familiar face entering the hall.

“Ah, Y/N, it is good to see you. I thought you’d still be in the spa.” Okoye said. So this was definitely planned.

"I was, but I won't be able to relax till I see my girlfriend." You say honestly. You didn’t mind opening up to Okoye. She has always been so kind to you, plus Shuri trusted her.

She hesitates for a moment as if carefully considering her response. "It's not my place to ask, but did something happen between you two?"

"Both yes and no, but yeah." You confess with a sigh. "I know she's avoiding me, but I need to find her and apologize."

"I think if you know your partner well enough, you know exactly where to find her,” Her tone is cryptic, allowing you to determine Shuri's whereabouts. Of course.

You smile. “Thank you, Okoye.” You both go your separate ways after she gives you a slight nod.

Inside, the pink box sat on the rectangular table in the living space. With more difficulty than you would like to admit, you change into the lingerie you bought. The Bordelle set matched perfectly with your YSL sandals. You take a second to admire it in the mirror before wrapping your silk robe over it to conceal what’s underneath as you travel down the hall and into the elevator to Shuri's laboratory.

“Panther, Y/N-“

"You're trying to avoid me." You accuse, cutting off Griot’s introduction of your presence. Shuri is sitting alone in front of the multiple displays, typing away at something. You can see her shoulders stiffen as she turns around at the sound of your voice.

You proceed to list all the things that are wrong with today. "You didn't come to pick me up. You didn't greet me, and the spa was a distraction." As much as you tried to be annoyed, she looked great in her black tracksuit, hair braided back, and the gold of her habitat peeking through the collar. She’s so fine, and it turned you on already.

Shuri lets out a heavy sigh rubbing a hand over her face. “I know. I’m sorry, my love.”

“I wanted to give you some space. I'm ashamed of how I spoke to you, and I wanted to do something nice."

Your heart ached as you saw Shuri's pained expression and realized how guilty she felt. You were so preoccupied with your thoughts that you didn't recognize how your argument affected her.

"I've been putting something together for you." She motions to the panoramic screen as if you comprehend anything on it. You'll ask afterward. "I planned on finishing it before dinner so I could properly apologize, but I see my actions have made matters worse."

You sit on one of the empty surfaces making sure to keep everything intact. With a crooked finger, you beckon Shuri over, and she comes, stopping right in front of you but not close enough. “We can talk about it later. Right now, I don’t want space. I want you.”

You take her hand in yours, putting it underneath your robe so her fingers can brush against the garters on your thigh. Shuri bites her lower lip. “You have five minutes to join me in your bedroom, or the next two weeks will be hell when you can only look but not touch.” With that, you remove Shuri's hand. Her eyes widen at your boldness before smirking, and her pupils dilate, signifying arousal.

It took everything you had to get up from the lab table and walk away from her. As much as you didn't want to, you knew you had to. "Five minutes, Shuri," you call out.

With that, you left, making the journey back to Shuri’s bedroom. You hadn't even gotten past the entryway when you felt a pair of arms lift you from behind. "How long was that?" Shuri whispers into your ear. All you can do is giggle as she carries you inside and places you softly on the bed. She watches you curiously from a distance.

“Want to show me what’s hiding under that robe?” You smirk, making a show of untying the knot in the front and letting the satin fall open and slip down your shoulders. Shuri bites her lip, her eyes roaming all over your body. Your body truly is the canvas showcasing the art of the intricate designs of this atelier body wear.

“Griot,” Shuri called to the AI, flinging off the jacket to her tracksuit. “Please inform everyone in the Palace I will not be disturbed for the rest of the evening.”

“Yes, Panther.”

“All this for me?” She asks, placing her kimoyo beads on the side table.

“Only for you.” You tell her biting your lip.

Shuri comes back in front of the bed. “You look so beautiful, angel.”

You raise your eyebrow. “Are you just going to stare?” She was taunting you, and god, you needed her now.

“I’m just admiring how gorgeous you look before I ruin you.” And that does. You moan while the moisture between your legs grows. The power she has on you, and she hasn't even touched you.

Shuri spent the first part of your evening activities between your legs, using her tongue to coax some of the most delightful screams out of you. You had no idea how long this had been going on; your mind clouded. Shuri adored the sounds you created so much that once was never enough. She took her time taking you apart. Her warm, wet tongue spread you open and greedily soaked up everything your body had to offer.

“Baby,” Your fingers rest on top of her head as your breath hitches. You weren't sure whether to push her away or fully surrender to the pleasure again as she sucked and licked all your most sensitive spots.

Shuri wouldn't let you go when the sensation finally became too much for you. You attempted to escape, but she grabbed hold of the elastic straps that covered your thighs and dragged you back. The flutter in your abdomen grows into a warm pressure, and you know you're coming again.

On instinct, your thighs close around Shuri’s head. She slaps your legs as a warning, and you let go, leaving them parted. As if to reward you, your girlfriend slips two fingers inside you, finding a rhythm that creates the right amount of pressure.

You have another moment of euphoric bliss as you grind down on Shuri's face and fingers. Shuri's palm has a solid hold on your trembling thigh, but it's spread just enough that it doesn't restrict her access. She doesn't stop until you're gasping for air, and you can only say her name as if it were a prayer.

Instead of getting up, she licks her way up your body, and a trail of moisture follows behind her tongue as she stops at your lips. You waste no time bringing her lips to yours, tasting yourself on her lips. Intoxicating.

When it comes time for you to take charge, you're still a little dazed and sensitive. Shuri is relaxed and lets you do all the work as you sink into the strap. With the strap being designed to fit inside you, the stimulation is instant. Not only was it ideal for you, but Shuri created it to provide the optimal pressure level for your girlfriend, which you can control based on the pace and depth of your movement.

“You’re doing so good, baby.” Shuri encourages you while you ride her. As you bounce up and down, you place your hands on the bed above Shuri's head for leverage. Shuri breaks your rhythm when she pulls you close to her.

Even though the bra is sheer, she tugs it down just enough to expose one of your breasts and begins sucking on the nipple. You groan at the suction. Your new position forces you to change your movement, slowly swirling your hips. "Fuck," you gasp, overwhelmed. You sense another climax near and decide to shift angles.

Leaning back slightly, you press both palms on Shuri's thighs behind you. “Mmm, such a good girl.” Shuri groans. The praise makes you throw your head back and work harder.

Your hips stutter as you cry out. The feeling is too strong, and you know your body will stop you, rejecting the possibility of another orgasm. Shuri draws you back to her as if she understands your hesitation.

"Baby, come here." Shuri rises and brings you in closer. You wrap your legs around her waist. Your arms encircle her, and you nuzzle her neck with your face. It was the closeness you had been desperately craving. You were so blissed out that you couldn’t speak anymore.

Shuri guided your hips to create a steady and consistent rhythm. It was slow, but you could feel the warmth increasing with each rock of your hips. Your entire body quivered. “You did so well.” Then she tells you how beautiful you are and how hard you've worked.

“Are you going to come again for me?” You nod.

"You don't have to say anything, but you have to look at me." Shuri rasped, her breath heavy as you let out gentle gasps as you felt her moving inside of you, the heat flowing through your body again, and you wanted to cry. It's way too good.

You lift your head from her neck and stare into Shuri's dilated pupils. Everything is heightened because you can see the intensity in her chocolate-colored eyes and how fixated she is on you. This position is less physically demanding, enabling you both to concentrate on how the pressure is affecting you.

When you come, your sighs become moans, then screams, as the hand on your waist rocks you back and forth faster and faster, driving you further into oblivion. It's pure desperation. Your head is flung backward, and your spine arches as your body spasms. When Shuri comes, the hand guiding you freezes as a loud shout of your name fills the room.

As you melt into Shuri's arms, your body becomes light. The intense orgasm and overwhelming intimacy take you over the edge, and you find yourself crying. "I know, baby," Shuri replies as she strokes your back. "You did amazing."

It takes a few minutes for you to let Shuri separate from you so she can get you both comfortable. It was a normal part of your routine to practice aftercare, but today you found yourself overcome by emotion. When Shuri returns, she removes the remainder of your garments and wraps you in her arms.

Later, when your bodies are intertwined under the tangled sheets, you start talking. You look at Shuri and whisper, "Hi," to find her looking down at you with such tender eyes.

“Hi,” she says, kissing your forehead.

Though you regained your voice, the rush of the orgasm has you fuzzy, so you speak whatever comes to mind. "I'll never have sex with anyone but you." Shuri laughs and shakes her head slightly.

"I hope so," she replies, reaching out a hand to caress the side of your face. "I apologize, my love."

"I'm sorry too." You pout because you adore her.

Shuri intertwines your fingers and brings your hand to her lips, leaving a warm kiss on the skin. "I love you, and your safety is something I will never bargain with. That's why I got angry, but I shouldn't have yelled at you."

“But, I realized instead of saying no, there are other options. So, when you're ready, I'd like you to live here with me." Shuri says it plainly as if she isn't proposing that you spend the rest of your life with her without a ring.

“What?” You can’t believe what you’re hearing.

"I know you want to make our love public, but I can't protect you if we're thousands of miles apart. I'll know you're safe if you live here." Not only does Shuri agree to publicize your relationship, but she's also asking you to move in with her in exchange. Did your orgasm transcend you to a parallel universe?

“I was working on an A.I. for you. If you agreed to live here primarily, I wouldn't expect you never to leave, but significant security precautions would be put in place. Non-negotiable.” She watches you, waiting for a response.

You don't realize how much you're grinning until your cheeks ache. "I'm going to require a closet with an elevator." Shuri rolls her eyes and leans in, your lips joining for a kiss sweeter than any you've shared tonight.

"You can have whatever you want, angel."

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green-ajah-aes-sedai · 1 year

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Okoye x Attuma

Stripper x Bodyguard AU

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xgoddessoffandomsx · 1 year

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For the unity of Talokan and Wakanda

Attuma x Okoye wedding aesthetic for @axelwolf8109

#attuma x okoye #okoye #attuma #my aesthetic

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shurisbathwater · 1 year

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::𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄

PART 1

"--𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄"

Riri Williams x black fem ! Reader

𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 :: smoking weed , slight smut , cussing , friends w benefits 😛(fav trope)

A/n:: imagine y/n in the bohemian aesthetic 🤞🏾🤞🏾 idk she just gives me that vibe

Favourite by nicki minaj & jerimih

"--𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐎, baby." Your girlfriend, shuri said as you sat on her lap, pouting at her. Shuri had been your girlfriend for about a month now, she certainly had the looks ... from her two toned plump lips to her dark skin and curly hair. She was exactly your type, but sometimes you felt like she wasn't being exactly truthful.

Alot of the time, actually.

"Okoye called me over." She chuckled lightly at your face. "You said we'd chill at home today. You always go out." You rolled your eyes as you got up from her lap. Though you knew it wasn't her "okoye".

"cmon love, don't be like that." She got up to caress your cheek. You looked up at her as she did it. She was quite tall. You were only 5"7. "Ill be home by ten." She pecked your cheek and walked out of the room, heading to the door.

Yeah, she was 100% lying to your face.

You heard a slam coming from the main door, of course. You sighed as you sat on the bed, alone once again. Fuck, you needed a smoke. With your favourite person, Riri Williams.

You : you tryna roll up or what?

Riri : you already know the answer babe

You grinned to yourself , but quickly stopped. You had a girlfriend. But the most attractive thing about Riri was that she always had your back, and the fact that she was so persistent with you.

You had led her on a couple of times, which you had regretted. Bit by bit it would eat you alive. Yet you still felt an itch of irritation when she talked to other girls.

I dont wanna hype ya

But you a lucky nigga

If my mean ass like ya

You grab your keys and walk to Riris, she lived a few floors down , all it took was a simple elevator.

You close the door behind you and dust off your outfit, a skirt and tube top you made yourself.

The Elevator opened within seconds and now you were on Riri's floor.

You took a couple of steps to Riri's apartment and knock on the door. She opens within seconds and you take a minute to admire...her in general.

She had just got her Knottless braids done , edges laid and a simple white tank top with some sweats. "Hey bae" you say as you come in to hug her. You always called eachother pet names, though Shuri didn't really like it.

Her hand traced your hips, all the way down to your...

Nevermind.

"Let me get a blunt." You giggled as you clapped your hands jokingly.

'Cause if its you I would change for

You always make sure ...

I just wanna be your favourite.

You headed to her room to roll up, of course. And thats what you did--before you knew it you were couped up on one of her balcony chairs, her sitting beside you.

You looked at Instagram and clicked on Shuris story, that wasn't Okoye's house. At all. You saw another girl, faceless due to her back facing the screen.

"Oh." You said as your voice cracked. "Pass the blunt. Quick I need it."

"Couldve been a bit more discreet." You muttered. "Whats up?" She asked. To turn the phone to her and she raises her brows. "I was right about her ass." She scoffed as she took a hit of the blunt.

"You never liked her, Riri."

" And I hope she knows it. Ion like seeing anyone with you."

You chuckled lightly as you turned off your phone, she always knew how to make you feel better. Riri passed the blunt to you and you held it in your hand for a minute. "She's a liar. I told you"

"Forreal, fuck out my face, you know what I mean?" You said as you exhaled, letting the smoke from the blunt leave your mouth. You passed it back to Riri, your eyes starting to feel heavy.

"I feel you." She replies,taking the blunt in her hands and getting a hit. "Mhm." You hummed as you adjusted yourself in the chair. "I cant believe i let her fuck on me." You mumbled as you look at the time on your phone.

"who wouldn't fuck you though?"

"You would?"

"Yeah."

"You tryna test that theory?"

"I think your already high, let's put this out..." you say as she takes another puff. This time the smoke blows straight into your mouth.

"Completely sober."

You both lean in and kiss, her tounge swirling in your mouth. She starts off at a steady pace and leans in a bit more and kisses harder. You gasp throughout the kiss.

I just wanna be your favourite.

Your heart beat quickened as you realised this is all you've been dreaming about ... this exact moment. She goes down to your neck and you wince at her touch, knowing she's going to take out all of her internalised feelings on you.

"Am I your favourite y/n?" She asked as she slipped her hand up your thigh, your knee length skirt getting in the way. You didnt reply, you knee what you were doing. You were doing something so bad, but it felt so good.

"Say it."

"Yes." You said breathlessly.

#riri x black!reader #riri williams #riri x reader #x fem reader #shuri black panther #riri imagine #riri smut #shuri x riri #bpwf #black panther imagine #iron heart

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mal-urameshi · 11 months

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Chronicles of Mama Okoye and Riri! XVI

Requested by: @somethingcleaverandwhitty

That One Time Riri Got Grounded But Snuck Out To Have A Lit Time Instead.

"Ma! Mama! You can't do this to me!" Riri trailed behind her mother who was currently, very angrily, picking up the dirty laundry. Something Riri was responsible for, but Okoye took it upon herself to do.

"Don't give me that, Riri. I gave you many chances. But clearly you never learn." Okoye sucked her teeth in annoyance.

"But I was busy with one of my inventions! You know how important they are!"

"I'm not saying that your inventions aren't important, but you have responsibilities that I expect you to uphold. But clearly you disregard what you are supposed to do." Okoye separated her darks from whites as Riri anxiously paced.

"Ma, I swear I was gonna do it!"

Okoye held her arms akimbo, "Oh, really?" She gestured to Riri’s attire which consisted of mismatched socks, discolored shorts and a white tank top.

Riri looked down at her attire, "I like the aesthetic. Vagrant couture."

Okoye sucked her teeth, "Four days! I told you to do the laundry four days ago before I left! Clean the house! Make sure everything is tidy. That is all you had to do, Riri! But I have to come back home to be up your behind like a tic! And the worst part is that this isn’t the first time."

Riri groaned, "Bast! This is so unfair!"

"Bast nothing. Unfairness is me coming home to you doing not a thing I asked of you. There are consequences for your actions. You are not going and that's final!"

"Ma, please! I've been excited about this for months! All my friends are gonna be there! I told Shuri I'd come to keep her company!"

"No, Riri. End of discussion. Call Shuri and the rest of your friends and tell them you can't make it." Okoye slammed the washer shut and watched as Riri stomped out of the laundry room.

Riri slammed her bedroom door and flopped onto her bed. She ground her teeth before screaming into her pillow. Shit!

“She knows how fucking excited I was for this and she’s not making me go! What the fuck!” Riri screamed into her pillow again until her voice was hoarse.

When she finally raised up from the pillowcase, she saw a wet spot. She was so frustrated she didn’t realize she was crying. Riri sniffled and wiped her eyes before she called Shuri on her Kimoyo beads.

Almost immediately she picked up, “Riri! I’m just now picking out my change of clothes for later today! I’m dreading wearing my ceremonial outfit, but I’ll suck it up. I can’t wait for us to enjoy the festivities! Look!” Shuri showed Riri the top she was planning to change into.

Riri smiled at her friend’s excitement, “Uh, about that, Shuri.”

Shuri immediately frowned when she heard Riri’s tone of voice, “No, no. You said you were coming! Enzi Nuru only happens every 4 years! It’s going to be amazing this year! We were looking forward to this!”

Enzi Nuru. The Wakandan celebration lasting from evening to early next day. It’s an entire event dedicated to all the tribes that make up Wakanda. An extravagant party that celebrates each tribe's unique culture and contributions to their great nation. There was music, food, games, dancing, workshops, storytelling, live performances. You name it.

Riri’s frown deepened. She couldn’t attend last time because by some stroke of fucked luck, she’d fallen extremely sick. How the heck was it possible with their healthcare, she didn’t know. But she had been so miserable. Luckily her mother was at her side to make things a bit more bearable. Unfortunately, that meant that Shuri was by herself. Sure, she had her parents and T’Challa to hang around, but it wasn’t the same, she’d lamented.

“Mama told me that I can’t come.”

“What! Okoye said that? But she knows how excited you are about it! And knowing how sad you were because you couldn’t attend last time…” Shuri’ furrowed her brows, “What happened?”

Riri flopped backwards on her bed, “I kinda didn’t do my chores that she told me to do like…a billion times. And I guess she had enough.”

“So..she grounded you?”

“Yea! What kinda white people bullshit is that?! I have half a mind to tell her just whoop my ass and let me go.”

Shuri giggled, “You know Okoye would never put her hands on you.”

Riri groaned and paced around the room, feeling restless, “Everybody in Wakanda is gonna be there! Ugh! I’m so fucking pissed off right now. How could Mama do this to me? This is one of the biggest nights of the year and she just does me like that!”

“Maybe you should try apologizing? Anything! I want us to have fun together. Last time was so boring without you there.”

Riri nodded, “Okay, okay. I’ll call you back to tell you what’s up.”

Riri slowly opened her bedroom door and peeked outside. She walked out into the hallway on a search for her mother. She found Okoye mopping the living room with a scowl on her face.

“Ma?”

Okoye wrung out the mop before getting on a knee to clean under the couch.

“Ma-”

“What is it, Riri?”

Riri wrung her hands while rocking on her heels, “I’m sorry.”

“I am supposed to be resting for later today. But I can’t rest knowing my home is a pigsty. If you were sorry you wouldn’t have done it to be sorry in the first place. Or you would have picked up a broom to help!”

Riri closed her eyes and rolled her eyes to the back of her head. Oh fuck.

“I’ll help you clean. And then we can finish in time for you to rest so we can head on over to Enzi Nuru.”

“Oh no, didn’t I tell you that you aren’t going anywhere?”

“But Mama!” Riri whined, “You know how much I wanted to go! And last time I went I was so freaking little I barely remember anything! I was sick as a dog last time and you know how miserable I was.”

“There are consequences to your actions, Riri. I know how much you want to go but going to Enzi Nuru is a privilege. And right now, your privileges are suspended.”

Riri bit the inside of her cheek and walked off while she grumbled, “Man, fuck this bullshit.”

The mop in Okoye’s hand snapped under the sheer force she held it with, “Oh, Bast..so help me.”

Okoye closed her eyes and breathed, “Keep that attitude up and you’ll see where it gets you, young lady.”

“Riri! Okoye might as well smack you upside the head. You’re lucky she didn’t use that mop as a makeshift spear. You know how good her aim is.” Shuri yanked a palm down her face in frustration, “You were supposed to be apologizing! Not provoking the Lion!”

“I tried to apologize, but she did the whole Mom thing where she just went on and on and on. It was pissing me off.”

Shuri’s distracted expression had Riri calling for attention, “Yo. You with me?”

“Oh yes, I’m with you. I was just double-checking to make sure you were not on your period. Because, Bast.” Shuri gave a low whistle.

“Fuck it. I’ma sneak out.”

Shuri’s eyes bulged, “You’re sneaking out?”

“Yea. She’s gonna be busy anyway. She ain’t gonna be home.”

“Yea. Because she’s going to be at Enzi Nuru with the other Dora Milaje!”

“Exactly! She isn’t gonna notice me with all those people around. So I can come and party and have a good time! Then when it’s over, I’ll sneak back in at dawn, she won’t know shit.”

“Uh…huh.”

“What, you ain’t think I can pull it off?” Riri crossed her arms.

“You know Okoye has the eyes of a hawk. She’ll sniff you out.”

“Please. I’ll sulk all day up until she leaves, she won’t notice a thing. Have some faith in your girl!”

Shuri shrugged, “Okay. I’ll see you there.”

Riri sulked the entire afternoon as her mother went about her business. At lunch, she played with her food, feigning depression. After that she morphed herself into the couch as her mother occupied herself with some television.

Riri thought she was doing a pretty good job.

“Ma, you don’t love me.” Riri sighed as she walked into Okoye’s bedroom as she was donning her uniform.

Okoye threw a glance at Riri who flopped onto her bed, “You got me in the house on some Cinderella vibes while everyone is basically gonna have a lit time at the ball.”

Okoye slipped on her bracelet, “You know, I was going to allow you to go, but after your attitude this morning, I decided against it.”

Riri sat up and pouted, looking at her lap in shame. Damn! She coulda went, for real?

”I’m sorry for cussing. Even though it was under my breath.”

“Oh, so that’s your apology?” Okoye stared at her daughter through the mirror while adjusting her neck-cuffs.

Riri took a deep breath, “I’m sorry for being disrespectful, Mama. It was wrong of me to behave that way.”

Okoye walked over to Riri and pressed a kiss to her forehead followed by a hug, “I still love you no matter what you think, Riri.”

Riri hugged her mother back, “Yea, I know you do. I love you too, Mama.”

“Have fun leading the parade and kicking off the festivities. While I rot here. Alone, in this house. All by myself. Watching with want as I stare at everyone else have a good time on WakandaVision.”

Okoye sighed, “Have a good evening, Riri.”

After seeing Okoye off, Riri waited for a half-hour to pass before she quickly got ready and jumped out of her bedroom window. Not because she was afraid somebody would see her, but because she wanted to get in the spirit of sneaking out.

Riri walked to the heart of Wakanda where by now the festivities should be in full swing.

“Where’s Riri?” Ayo queried Okoye as she brought a drink over to her friend.

“I grounded her.” Okoye took a sip from her drink as the other woman looked at her like she grew a second head.

“You did that to Riri?”

Okoye just nodded.

A soft slap to her arm had her looking in the direction of Aneka, “You punish my niece on one of the most exciting days of the year? What a coldblooded serpent you are! Couldn’t you have postponed it until tomorrow?”

Ayo butt in, “Or maybe suspend her technological privileges?”

Okoye sighed through her nose, “I can’t do that to her. What if she fell into a depression or something? But I had to put my foot down. I’m always so soft on her. Talk is cheap. So I made sure to let her know that there are repercussions for her actions.”

“You went full General on her I see.” Ayo hummed and sipped from her cup.

Aneka folded her arms, “Well I still think what you did was cruel. Oh, I still remember how she cried last time because she was so ill.”

Okoye shook her head, “No. She needs to be punished. I will not go back on my stance.”

“Woo! Let’s get it!” Riri barely had time to catch what her friend threw back on her in jest.

“Riri! You made it!” Imani grinned after she stood up straighter and hugged her.

“You know I wouldn’t miss this for the world!”

Another girl, Abena, came out from the sea of bodies and pulled Riri in, “Let’s have some fun!”

“You don’t have to tell me twice!” Riri grinned and shaked her waist in time with the music as the Border Tribe drummed an energetic beat.

After the song concluded, Riri turned on her beads to contact Shuri. A good bit of time had passed, so all the formalities the Golden Tribe had to go through should be over and done with.

Shuri answered on the third ring, “Riri! Hi!”

“Hey! I made it! Where are you?” Riri grinned.

“Huh? What?”

Riri tapped on her kimoyo earrings to cancel out the surrounding sound, “I asked where are you?”

“I’m at the Golden Grove. I haven’t left yet! But I’ll meet you at the River Tribe’s section? The Maji Oasis.”

Riri nodded and headed to where Shuri told her she’d be. Riri was encapsulated by one of the traditional dances being performed on the River Dance Pavillion. The way the water splashed, danced and sparkled around the women’s bodies that moved with such fluidity was absolutely hypnotic.

“Found you~” Someone whispered in her ear before she felt her ribs get tickled.

“Haha! Shuri!” Riri turned around and hugged the taller girl, “I’m so mad I missed your performance. I wanted to record your pigeon-toed ass trying to dance on stage.”

Shuri chucked at the dig,”Please, you wish you had my moves. The only thing you know how to do is bump and grind like those Americans.”

“I’m my mother’s daughter! I can shake my waist for days, thank you!”

Riri grabbed Shuri’s hand and weaved through the mesh of bodies, “The Nkosi Waterfront has these really tasty looking shrimp skewers I wanna try!”

Shuri threw her arm around Riri’s shoulder as she walked in time with her, “I myself would like to try their coconut rice pudding!”

“You are funking up the mood, Okoye. It’s a time to have fun!” Aneka danced on Okoye which coaxed a smile out of the woman.

Ayo nodded, “Yes. Us Doras are allowed to have fun as well.”

Aneka grinned, “Exactly!” She grabbed her wife and swayed with her, “Let’s go get something to eat! We can pack up some stuff for Riri too.”

“Here!” Riri placed her stick of shrimp to Shuri’s mouth so she could taste, “This shit is bomb!”

Shuri slid one off of the skewer with her teeth as she fed Riri a spoonful of her rice and beamed through a full mouth, “This is the bomb-diggity!”

Riri’s palm flew to her mouth to prevent food from spilling out. Yet she ended up coughing a bit, “Never,” Riri laughed through her coughs, “Never say that again! The bomb-diggity?”

Shuri nodded with a shrug, “Yes! The slang is correct, yes?”

“I mean, yea. But you gotta say it with the American accent. Our regular accent makes it sound dorky as heck,” She chuckled.

“Nope! I’ll say it like I am right now!”

Riri stuck her tongue out at Shuri as they walked over to the Jabari Tribe’s section: The Jabari Enclave. Riri pointed to one of the finely crafted gorilla masks before she circled Shuri with mock intimidation.

“Hu! Hu! Hu!”

Shuri grinned and puffed out her chest, “Mayafa!”

“Ya!”

“Hu!”

“Mayafa!”

“Well, if it isn’t Riri and T’Challa’s baby sister.” M’Baku emerged from behind the curtain of the tent. He towered over the two girls with crossed arms.

“‘Sup, Mimi? We was just checking out your exhibition. You guys have some really exceptional craftsmanship.”

“Of course we do. Only the best of the best amongst these other exhibits.”

“Relax.” Shuri tsked, “It is no competition.”

M’Baku ushered the girls inside the tent, “Come, come. You are just in time for the storytelling. It won’t disappoint.”

Just as Riri and Shuri were ushered inside, Okoye, Aneka and Ayo walked past the tent.

“The merchant tribe makes the best pastries, I swear to Bast.”

Aneka tried to break off a piece of Okoye’s pie but got a vicious smack to her wrist, “You have your own."

“Ouch! You have a different flavour to mine. I was just curious about what it tastes like.” Aneka whined.

“We have to get back to Warrior’s Haven. We’re due for a friendly sparring match with any willing attendees.”

Aneka grinned and gave Okoye suggestive eyes, “How many men do you think are going to be falling at your feet for your attention and to be laid out by you?”

Ayo joined in on the teasing, “Maybe you might fall for someone? In the literal and figurative sense?”

Okoye swiped some of Ayo’s ice-cream out of her cup, “In both of your tiny-brained dreams. Aneka, make sure when you give your motivational speech to the young ones, try not to get tongue tied.”

“It is not my fault! Their beady little eyes scare me. They stare into your soul. How could I not trip over myself.”

Ayo gave Aneka’s shoulder an encouraging rub, “Don’t worry, my love. Just pretend they are a bunch of baby Riris.”

“That makes me feel much better.” Aneka became starry-eyed thinking of her sweet niece.

“Holy moly, those Jabari women are something else. Like…oh my god.” Riri fanned herself as she walked out of the tent.

Shuri nodded, “They’re….wow. Such fine specimens. A work of art, really.”

“You think I can bag myself a Jabari girl? They’re so bad!” Riri joked.

Shuri silently shrugged, “I mean…if you put your mind to it.”

Riri scratched the back of her neck, “Forget I said anything.”

“Where are you girls going? The next show is about to start!” M’Baku called after them.

“Nah! Me and Shuri wanna see what the other tribes got! Thanks for getting us in the front row, though!” Riri grabbed Shuri’s hand and walked over to the Border Tribe’s section: The Sentinel Outpost.

“Yoo! They’re teaching the Guardian’s Shuffle! It’s been a while since I did it.”

Shuri’s snickering had Riri looking over at her, “Sorry, sorry. But the name gets me every single time.”

“Whatever! Let’s just hop in the fray!”

Aneka tugged Okoye over to the Sentinel Outpost, “Look! The Guardian Shuffle is going on! Let’s join! You know how you tear up the dance floor, Okoye! Show them who's boss!”

“I’m getting my beads ready for this!”

“Go Riri! Go Riri!” Shuri hyped Riri up as she slid along with the other dancers as they went through the choreography.

Okoye joined the mix and spun as everybody else did, almost immediately getting lost in the motions. Ayo started recording when Aneka joined Okoye.

Riri laughed along with Shuri as they shuffled around each other she spun and took three steps back when a flash of gold and red caught her peripherals. She turned while still grooving, but her jaw hung open when just a few feet away, her mother was cutting it up on the dancefloor with her two Aunties.

Her eyes bulged before she took a few steps back as everyone else did to not be noticed by her mother.

“Code G! Code G!” Riri told Shuri.

Shuri grabbed Riri’s hand and spun her around, “What is Code G? We never discussed any codes.”

“General Mama is like 20 feet away from us! I gotta disappear!” She frantically jerked her thumb behind her.

Shuri looked into the sea of people and spotted the three Doras, “Oh! That’s bad! Let’s go mingle somewhere else!”

The girls ran over to the River Tribe’s section and disappeared into one of their tents.

Ayo was replaying the video of Okoye and Aneka having their fun, “You have to send me this, Ayo. The lighting is so nice too!”

“I’m outdancing you though, Okoye.” Aneka teased with a mancing snicker.

Okoye continued to watch when something in the background caught her eye, “Ayo. Can you rewind for me?”

Ayo did as was told, “Look!”

Okoye pointed to Riri dancing in the background before she froze momentarily after catching sight of her before she danced off screen.

“Was that Riri?” Aneka grabbed Ayo’s wrist to get a closer look at the replay.

“She snuck out!”

“She unearthed a rebellious streak!” Aneka mused.

“Now, Okoye. She just wanted to have some fun.” She tried to placate.

“She disregarded my orders to stay home.” She marched off to go find her daughter, “When I get my hands on her…” Okoye fumed.

“Oh crap, oh crap! What do you think she’s gonna do to me if she catches me?” She nervously played with a braid.

“You have to go home either way.” Shuri shrugged.

“You right, you right. I should make the most of my time out here, yea?”

Shuri grinned, “Yes! We get turnt up for as long as we can because who knows when you’ll see the light of day again.”

Okoye made her way through the different Tribes’ sections in search of her elusive daughter, but her efforts were fruitless for now.

“Okoye, don’t get too angry. You’ll raise your blood pressure.” Aneka tried to soothe.

“When I get my hands on her she’ll be wishing Bast herself intervenes!”

“Okoye just take some deep breaths, okay?” Ayo tried to reason.

Riri and Shuri found themselves in the club-like setting of the Mining Tribe’s section. The entire space was dark save for the colorful flashing lights. The bass reverberated against Riri’s chest as she danced against Shuri who was recording them both. She activated her noise canceling in her earrings as she talked into the camera.

“We’re enjoying Riri’s last night of freedom! Her first and maybe last act of rebellion before Okoye crucifies her!”

Riri grabbed Shuri’s wrist and shouted into the camera, “I’m too savage to be grounded!”

Okoye found her way over to the Mining Tribe’s section, the flashing lights obscuring her vision at first.

“What if she went home?!” Aneka queried.

“Please, I know my child. Home nothing!”

Riri held her head back with the help of Shuri as Shuri poured a cup of Fruit Punch into her mouth, “Drink, drink, drink, drink!”

Riri tapped Shuri’s hand to signal that she had enough before she wiped her mouth, “Feels good living life on the edge like this.”

Shuri knocked back the rest of the drink, “Oh yes. Living life on the edge! I’m dangling my feet!”

Riri grinned as she bobbed her head to the imaginary beat, “I tried to pay attention but attention paid me. I’m rockin’ like-”

“I should rock some sense into you, young lady!”

Riri jumped when she heard her mother’s voice behind her. She didn’t even look back before she slapped Shuri’s arm, “Run for it!”

Both girls weaved through the sea of people before making it out into the open again.

Okoye was taken completely off-guard by the two teens booking it out of there as quick as they did.

“Wow. I wasn’t expecting that.” Ayo laughed.

Okoye chased after Riri who ended up diving into one of the insanely large bouncy castles. Okoye groaned. Those things were more of a labyrinth than anything else. All that sliding and climbing, it was a wonder how no kids turned up missing in there. She followed inside, almost immediately having to dodge hyper children who seemingly came out of nowhere.

“Riri! If you hear me, just know that you’ll wish you stayed home when I catch you!”

Riri snickered, hearing her mother's partially muffled voice, “If you catch me!”

Okoye shook her head as she flipped and rolled and jostled around the bouncy castle, trying to locate her daughter. She couldn’t help but reminisce of times not so long ago where she had to climb into these very bounce houses to collect Riri because the child was too stubborn to come out on her own. Okoye couldn’t help the smile that sneaked its way onto her face.

Riri’s foot snagged in one of the mesh nets and it seemed like the more she fought, the more tangled it became and it didn’t help when a bunch of kids kept trampling over her body, “Oh, shit!”

Okoye had found Riri soon enough, “Aha! You thought you could get away, eh?”

Okoye tackled Riri who screamed at the attack, “No! Mama! No! Please!”

Tears pooled at the corner of Riri’s eyes as Okoye attacked her with tickles, “I’ve been drinking a bunch of stuff all night, don’t make me pee my pants, Mama! Hahahaha!”

“This is what you deserve! For disobeying direct orders!” Okoye grinned as Riri writhed against the stimulation.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Hahaha! I just wanted to have some fun!”

Okoye relented and allowed Riri room to breathe. Riri eventually went limp and looked up at Okoye, “I’m too weak to move.”

Shuri was standing at the entrance of the bouncy castle where she saw Okoye dragging Riri out.

“You’re alive! I almost thought she sent you to meet the ancestors.” Shuri smirked as Riri stood on wobbly legs.

“She loves me too much to kill me.” Riri then turned to her mother and held out her wrists, “I’m ready for jail.”

Okoye rolled her eyes, “When we get home, I’ll deal with you properly. But for now, go ahead and have your fun.”

Okoye couldn’t find it in herself to be extremely pissed off at the moment. You could blame it on the good vibes.

Shuri jumped in excitement, “Yes! A few more hours awarded before your untimely death! Let’s make the most of it!”

Riri hugged her mother and jumped up to give her a kiss, “Thanks Ma! You can chew my ear off as much as you want when I get home. I appreciate you!”

Riri then smiled and held Shuri’s hand, “Want to go get some ice-cream from the Merchant Tribe?”

“Sure!” They both ran off into the distance.

“You’re such a softy, Okoye.” Ayo rubbed Okoye’s shoulder.

“Yes. If it was my mother, the entire population would have heard her mouth. I wouldn’t have been able to show my face ever again.” Aneka shivered.

Okoye wrapped her arms around both women, “I’m in the mood for some shrimp skewers. How about the both of you?”

“Me! Me!”

“I have been craving seafood.”

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