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Cruel Summer (Part 2)

pairing: riri williams x black!fem!reader

word count: 4.0k

summary: in the summer of 1995, a heartbreaking betrayal between you and your lifelong best friend riri williams erupts into a storm of buried feelings, painful truths, and a kiss that changes everything.

contains: heavy angst, closeted lesbianism, internalized homophobia, description of panic attacks

a/n: ngl this chapter lowkey did a number on me. but i always like for my stories to have depth, so it felt necessary to make it as authentic as i could. part 2 contains a lot of internalized homophobia and a descriptive panic attack towards the end, so if those two things could be potentially triggering for you (hell it was almost triggering for me to write) then tread carefully if you decide to read. and thank you for all the love on part 1 🫶🏽

tags: @riris-heart @mitchesmoon @impinkalicious @riridefender @theyna-will-happen

iii.

The heat lingered, even at dusk. A sticky kind of warmth that made every inhale feel like swallowing smoke. It clung to Riri’s skin and coiled around her ribs, squeezing every time she so much as thought your name.

Which was always.

She hadn’t slept right in almost two weeks.

Not since that fateful Sunday morning. Since you slammed the door in her face, simultaneously closing the door on your friendship forever. Since your voice—once the softest place Riri had ever known—cut through her like a blade and left her bleeding out on your front porch with iced coffee on her shirt and glazed donuts crushed under her sneakers. Since the slap that still echoed in her cheek every time the wind hit just right.

But none of that compared to the words you left her with.

“We’re fucking done. Forever!”

Not even her worst nightmare had sounded like that.

The words followed her everywhere. She heard them as she locked her front door. When she passed the park bench where you two used to sit together after school. While filling up her tank at the gas station where you once held her hand during a thunderstorm—not because you were scared, but because you knew she was.

Twelve days…

It was the longest she’d ever gone without speaking to you. Not since elementary school. Not since your first loose teeth and shared Halloween costumes. Not since that fourth-grade spelling bee where you cried in the girl’s bathroom after losing and Riri gave you her trophy just to see you smile again.

You were her person. You had always been her person.

For as long as she could remember, it was you and Riri. Riri and you. Thick as thieves since the third grade. Block parties, public pool summers, corner store candy runs, double Dutch ropes cutting through hot air.

People didn’t say your name without hers attached. It was just how it was.

But now?

Now all Riri got from her former best friend was the cold shoulder and complete radio silence. You ignored her calls, her texts, her knocking.

Even the city felt quieter without you.

She wanted you back.

God, she wanted you back.

But you weren’t making it easy.

You were everywhere and nowhere at once — haunting the places you both used to go together, but never staying long enough for her to get near. She’d pull up to the corner store and hear someone say you’d just left. She’d stop by your cousin’s house and catch the faint smell of your perfume lingering in the air. Once, she passed the White Castle in your neighborhood and saw your jacket on a booth by the window, but when she stepped inside, the seat was empty and the bell above the exit was still ringing.

Riri had lost people before — her first best friend Natalie and her stepdad Gary. Gone without warning. Both gunned down right inside of the old car garage they’d called a second home. That pain had nearly eaten her alive. But what she felt now? This fresh ache hollowing her chest and tightening her throat every time she looked at her hands?

This was worse.

Because this time, she’d caused it.

This time, she was the bullet.

You were a ghost. And she was the one who killed you.

Even driving past your house hurt. Which sucked, considering her mom had her running errands every other day now. Every time she passed your place — like she was doing now, behind the wheel of Gary’s old red Barracuda — her chest clenched so tightly she had to press a hand to her sternum to remind herself to breathe. She wasn’t even sure why she still took this route.

Maybe because every other road led nowhere.

She ran a hand over the steering wheel, the cracked leather familiar beneath her fingers. She thought about all the times you rode passenger side with the windows down, hair whipping in the wind, music blaring as you shouted lyrics to songs you half-knew.

Now even the car felt too quiet.

She glanced at your window as she passed.

Lights off. Curtains drawn. Cold silence.

You’d made damn sure she couldn’t get close again.

You hadn’t just shut her out.

You had erased her.

“You’re fucking dead to me.”

And damn it if it didn’t make her almost wish she was dead.

Riri gripped the steering wheel tighter as she made a right turn. That morning she had woken up with the bitter taste of memory in her mouth. The taste of him. Damon. The kiss. That room. His hands. Her guilt.

Her stomach twisted violently.

She remembered every second of it.

It was like watching someone else wearing her skin. Like she’d blacked out and watched the wreckage in slow motion.

She remembered going into that room just to breathe. To get her head right. To stop thinking about the way your body had felt against hers when you’d stumbled on the dance floor. How close your face had been. How badly she’d wanted to kiss you.

And then Damon had walked in. Said she looked like she’d seen a ghost. Asked if she was good.

She should’ve told him to leave.

But she didn’t.

Because in that split second, something broke. Something selfish and twisted and scared.

She was the one who kissed him first.

And for what?

She didn’t even like Damon.

Every time she replayed it—sweaty palms, a pull of hair, a nauseating moan that didn’t belong to her—she felt sick. The way he looked at her like he expected something she couldn’t give. The way his lips moved like they were trying to suck the truth out of her. She had gripped him out of impulse, trying to chase something that would make sense of the feelings rotting in her chest. Feelings for her best friend. Feelings for you.

But she felt nothing.

No butterflies. No clarity.

Nothing but regret. Nothing but self-disgust.

Why Damon?

Why risk a decade of friendship for a boy who did nothing for her?

Maybe because that’s what she thought she was supposed to want…

Boy meets girl. Boy kisses girl. Girl forgets girl.

It had been drilled into her since forever. Girls like boys. Girls date boys. Girls marry boys. Even when it didn’t feel right. Even when it didn’t feel like anything.

But you — you had always made her feel everything.

And that was the part that terrified her the most.

She hadn’t been drunk that night. She wasn’t high. There were no excuses. Just a broken, scared version of herself desperate to destroy the feelings she had been choking down for years.

That kiss was supposed to be an escape. A test. Something to prove she was normal. A way to convince herself she didn’t want you as anything more than a best friend. And she’d pretended—for one devastating moment—that he could give her what she wanted. That maybe if she let a boy put his hands on her—if she played it straight, just for once—everything she felt for you would go away.

It didn’t.

And when she imagined you catching her like that—her gut dropped. She wanted to scream. She wanted to shove Damon away and beg the universe to rewind time.

But instead she let it happen.

She let him touch her. She let herself drown.

Because the honest truth was… in some messed-up part of her mind, she thought kissing Damon might be the closest she would ever get to kissing you.

But it wasn’t close at all.

It wasn’t anything.

The whole time his mouth was on hers, she was thinking of you. Wanting you. Needing you.

It was pathetic. It was shameful. It was cowardly.

And now she had to live with it.

Every memory she had of you — of late-night talks under pillow forts, of playing Street Fighter on your Sega, of the way your laugh made her knees weak — was twisted now. Corrupted.

Riri didn’t even have the guts to tell her best friend what happened. She knew that only broke your heart more.

And when you threw that coffee in her face, when your palm cracked across her cheek, it was the exact punishment she deserved.

It was the worst thing she had ever done.

The guilt sat on her chest like a cinderblock. It followed her everywhere. When she brushed her teeth. When she picked up groceries for her mom. When she folded her laundry earlier that day and pulled out the hoodie you’d given her two birthdays ago.

It didn’t smell like you anymore. Nothing did.

iv.

Gary’s garage was only a few blocks further. She pulled in without thinking, killing the engine and sitting there in the quiet for a moment. The red paint of the Barracuda gleamed under the last light of the day, untouched and sharp like everything Gary ever owned.

She slid out of the car and walked inside. She wanted to build. Needed to build. That’s what she always did when the world got too loud or too ugly. When her thoughts and feelings became too much to handle.

The scent hit her instantly — motor oil, old sweat, rusted metal, and faint traces of the peppermint gum Gary used to chew. The same scent that made her feel safe once. Now, it only reminded her of everything she no longer had. Everyone she no longer had.

Gary.

Natalie.

And you.

It always came back to you.

Even now, her mind betrayed her — flashing back to the day when this internal mess all started. It was a few months after the drive-by. Riri sat alone in Gary’s garage for the first time since his and Natalie’s deaths. The hot scent of burning rubber and the metallic taste of blood clung to the back of her throat as she polished a socket wrench. Fourteen years old. Sweaty. Tired. Grieving. And then you showed up out of nowhere in vintage Levi jeans and a faded Boyz II Men tee, holding your busted Walkman and a bag of gummy bears. You said you wanted to hang while your mom ran errands.

You stayed with her all day.

You sprawled out on the hood of a junked Mustang while Riri tweaked the carburetor, tossing gummy bears into her mouth and humming softly to the mix tape she had made for you both — old SWV and TLC songs scratchy with overuse.

And then you looked at her.

Not with pity. Not like she was weird. Not like she was some tomboy grease monkey with a sob story. You looked at her like she mattered.

And that was the first time Riri realized she might be in trouble.

But it was never clearer than the following summer before sophomore year.

⸻

You were fifteen.

It was the first real day of summer break — no jackets, no homework, no parents breathing down your necks. You’d just come from the park with push pops dripping down your fingers, and on a whim, you and Riri ran straight into the open spray of a busted fire hydrant.

No one was out yet. The street was still waking up.

But you laughed so hard — mouth open, soaked through your T-shirt and cut-off jean shorts like you didn’t care about anything but the water and the heat and the girl next to you.

You had dared her to slide across the slick patch of asphalt in her socks. She did. You screamed, clapped like it was the funniest thing you’d ever seen, and tried it yourself—only to slip and land flat on your back, laughing so loud the birds scattered from the wires above.

Riri dropped beside you on the wet concrete, water pooling in her shirt, socks ruined, and the two of you just laid there. Side by side. Sunlight hitting your faces. Your fingers brushing hers.

You turned to her, eyes squinting from the light. “This is peak dumbass behavior.”

She grinned. “You’re the one who fell on your ass.”

“And you’re the one who followed me.”

“Always.”

You laughed again, freely and fully, and Riri couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t breathe.

That was when it clicked.

Because in that exact second, with your cheeks flushed and your curls stuck to your forehead, teeth biting into a push pop, laughing like nothing in the world could touch you—

That was the moment Riri Williams realized she didn’t just love you.

She was in love with you.

Not like she said she loved you when you gave her half your fries. Not like the way kids said it to each other before hanging up the phone. Not the childish crushes she pretended to have. Not the ones she forced herself to imitate just to blend in.

Real love.

The terrifying, steady kind that grabs you by the ribs and doesn’t let go.

And it scared her so bad, she shoved it deep down and told herself it wasn’t real. Buried it under layers of “best friend” and “just close” and “you know how girls are.”

The way she looked at you wasn’t the way girls were supposed to look at girls—not in 1995. Not in their neighborhood. Not with their parents, their teachers, their world. She grew up in a society that didn’t talk about girls loving girls unless it was in whispers or locker room jokes. She didn’t know how to name what she felt. So she boxed it up, tied it shut, and stuffed it into the farthest corner of her mind. Of her heart.

She built a fortress around it. Smiled when you dated boys. Kept her hands to herself when you shared a blanket during movie nights. Pretended she wasn’t looking when you changed in front of her like it was nothing.

She locked herself in the closet and threw away the key.

Until that night.

Until that party.

Until she broke everything with her filthy mistake.

Until Damon.

Fucking Damon.

Who never made her laugh so hard she had to hold her ribs. Never picked her over everybody else. Never brought her candy cigarettes from the corner store just because she liked the fake puff of sugar smoke. Never held her as she cried her eyes out at Natalie’s funeral, then Gary’s two days later. Never told her that they’d have joint weddings one day just to stay in each other’s lives forever.

Because he wasn’t you.

He was the placeholder. The substitute. The closest solution to a problem she didn’t know how to explain, let alone solve.

Because what she really wanted — who she always wanted — was something she didn’t have the language to say out loud.

v.

Riri pulled out her tools and got to work. For hours, her fingers moved on their own, sanding, welding, carving metal. Her only refuge. She didn’t eat. Didn’t drink. Didn’t even blink, really. Only when the shape finally started to emerge—small, imperfect, but unmistakably hers—did she pause.

On that twelfth day, she built something small. Delicate. Pointless, really, in the eyes of anyone else. But to her? It meant everything.

It was a wind chime.

Your favorite kind. The kind made of scrap metal and flattened bottle caps. The kind you both used to make when the two of you were kids, sitting on the garage floor with Gary humming in the background and your laughter bouncing off the concrete walls.

This one was different, though.

It was the exact design you’d built together on your sixteenth birthday. She remembered how your hand had brushed against hers that day and how she nearly dropped a wrench because of it. You’d caught it, laughed it off, said “clumsy ass” and kept going.

And now she held up the replica in her hands — this small, useless little trinket that nobody would ever see.

She smiled, just barely. And then the smile vanished.

Because along with the memory came the guilt.

And the shame.

And the grief.

Riri had spent years wishing she’d said something back then. Told you. Admitted it.

But she never did.

And now, all she had was silence. Cold, unforgiving silence.

That wind chime didn’t matter anymore. You’d never take it from her hands. You’d never even let her close enough to hand it over. You’d never hear her say the things she should’ve said years ago.

Because she ruined everything.

She didn’t know what she was going to do with it. But she needed to make something that could hold a piece of you close to her. Something real. Something that hadn’t been tainted.

She thought about the spray of the hydrant. The wet socks. The way your smile felt like it could bend time. Damon might’ve meant the world to you, but you were Riri’s whole universe. You were everything.

And now, she was nothing more than a ghost haunting the edges of your life.

Riri rubbed at her eyes and stood up, the wind chime dangling from her fingertips. The metallic pieces clinked together softly, the sound almost swallowed by the emptiness of the space. She was about to hang it up on one of the hooks by the workbench when a sudden, sharp ache bloomed in her chest—so fierce and immediate it nearly knocked the air out of her.

It wasn’t the usual dull weight she carried around since losing you. This was something else—a restless hum beneath her ribs, growing louder by the second. One she recognized with quiet dread.

Her body froze. Completely. As if someone had yanked a plug out of socket and every working mechanism inside her just… jammed. The first thing to come was the ringing in her ears—thin, high, and relentless. Her palms began to sweat, and not just from the heat of the garage. Her heart rate spiked sharply, each thud pounding heat into her bloodstream until it felt like her veins were boiling.

She tried to take a step forward, to shake it off, but her legs wouldn’t obey. When they did move, it was only to stagger her backward in an unsteady, jerking motion. Her heartbeat became a full-blown thunderstorm in her eardrums. Her vision started to mist over, shapes blurring into shadows. She backed up again—too far, too quickly—and her spine met the cool, unyielding wall of the garage.

Now there was nowhere else to go.

The outside world faded—the faint hum of traffic, the creak of the garage roof in the summer heat—drowned out by the blood-rush pounding in her head. Her breathing grew faster and faster until it dissolved into uncontrollable gasps.

Her eyes squeezed tight, snapping closed like shutters. But behind closed lids, she could see everything. Hear everything. Feel everything. 

She could see your smile — warm and unguarded as you laughed and spun around in her hands, fingers laced through hers.

She could hear the moan she let out when Damon’s tongue slid into her mouth that same night — a sound that made her stomach lurch with nausea.

She could taste the bitter iced coffee as it ran down her lips — the wet shock freezing her skin after you threw it in her face.

She could feel your palm collide with her cheek — the blow backed by the pure, unfiltered weight of your rage.

“You’re a two-faced treacherous bitch, Riri!”

Her knees buckled. Tears streaked hot down her face as she slid down the wall and folded in on herself, curling into a small, protective ball on the oil-stained concrete. The wind chime rolled from her palm and landed with a soft, metallic clatter.

Her breath came in ragged bursts, chest rising and falling like she’d been running for miles. The ringing in her ears grew so loud it was painful, and her heartbeat… it didn’t just race now—it hurt.

Aside from Natalie, there had only ever been one person who could calm her down when her body and soul reached their breaking point.

You.

But Natalie was gone. Dead.

And as far as you were concerned, so was Riri. Dead to you, that is.

She had tried to cope. Told herself she deserved the distance. Convinced herself that giving you space was the only decent thing left she could do after what she’d done.

But space wasn’t healing anything—it was tearing her apart. Destroying her from the inside out.

And if this was how she was feeling… she could only imagine what you were going through.

Every time she passed your block and didn’t see you on the porch, every time she caught herself reaching for her phone only to remember you weren’t answering, it twisted something in her chest until it felt like she couldn’t breathe.

Like how she felt now.

It wasn’t just the guilt anymore. It was the absence. The empty place you used to fill so completely. And Riri couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t bear the distance anymore. Not another day. Not another hour. Not even another minute. The need to see you again was clawing at her ribs—to look you in the eye and just… exist in the same space, even if you still hated her.

But no matter how much she wanted it—hell, yearned for it—she didn’t know how or when she’d ever get the opportunity. Not when you were avoiding her like the plague—bending over backwards to ensure there was absolutely no reason, no excuse whatsoever for your paths to ever cross.

Riri stayed there against the wall until her breathing finally slowed, until the burn in her chest mercifully dulled into a lingering ache. With trembling fingers, she wiped away her tears, a heavy, raw resignation settling in her bones. She didn’t have the how, but she had the want. Desperate, aching, reckless want.

And then, almost a week later, she finally had an opening.

She overheard a conversation outside the corner store — two neighborhood girls chattering over now & laters and Bubblicious, running their mouths loud enough for the whole damn block to hear.

“You going to that party on Friday?”

“Girl, hell yeah! It’s at Y/N’s place. Pretty sure she ain’t thrown a bash since middle school.”

Riri’s heart stopped mid-beat.

You were throwing a party?

After all this?

The same girl who used to say she hated hosting anything because “too many people in one space gives me hives”?

But now?

Now you were planning a whole damn party?

And you hadn’t told her…

You used to tell her everything…

Riri stood there, her breath trapped in her throat. The wind chime she’d started carrying around in her bag suddenly felt like a weighted anchor. She swallowed hard.

It was something.

Maybe nothing.

But maybe, just maybe, a chance.

Her one shot.

And she was going to take it.

Riri didn’t know what the hell she was going to say. Or if you’d even let her say it. She didn’t know if she’d cry or scream or freeze. Didn’t know if she’d show up and be immediately thrown out.

But she had to show up.

Because you were her best friend.

Because you were more than that, even if she never got to say it out loud.

You had every reason in the world to hate her — but Riri only had you.

She wasn’t trying to be forgiven. Not yet. She didn’t deserve that.

She just needed to see you.

To say something.

Anything.

Because the silence was killing her.

And even if you screamed, even if you hit her again, even if you never looked at her the same way—she couldn’t keep pretending the world still made sense without you in it.

So she’d go.

To your party.

Even if she had to climb through your window or beg on her knees or look like a damn fool in front of the whole block—Riri would show up.

She was ready.

Because somewhere deep down, she still hoped you hadn’t thrown away that wind chime.

Somewhere deep down, she prayed that you hadn’t thrown away her.

[lyricficrecs]

Cruel Summer (Part 1)

pairing: riri williams x black!fem!reader

word count: 3.5k

summary: in the summer of 1995, a heartbreaking betrayal between you and your lifelong best friend riri williams erupts into a storm of buried feelings, painful truths, and a kiss that changes everything.

contains: angst, slut-shaming, internalized homophobia, closeted lesbianism

a/n: this story is set during the 90s when homophobia and slut-shaming were a lot more normalized by society. nothing too extensive, but still could be potentially triggering for some people.

tags: @riris-heart @mitchesmoon @impinkalicious @riridefender @theyna-will-happen

i.

Chicago, Summer 1995

The air was thick with heat and the scent of barbecued ribs, sweet corn, and charcoal smoke. Music spilled into the streets from someone’s boombox — This Is How We Do It was blaring as kids ran through open fire hydrants and grown folks danced on cracked sidewalks with paper plates in hand. It was the kind of summer night that only Chicago could conjure: too hot, too alive, and too familiar. It was the kind of summer night made for memories.

You had barely been back in the city for a week. Freshman year of college had chewed you up and spit you out, and all you wanted was home — your mama’s cooking, your old bedroom, and long lazy afternoons on the porch with your best friend, Riri Williams.

Since transitioning into early adulthood, everything felt different now. But Riri was the one part of your world that hadn’t changed. She was still the same motor-mouthed, curly-haired genius you’d grown up with, still wearing those baggy jeans, beat-up sneakers, and her signature mischievous grin like armor.

Riri had been a part of your life for as long as you could remember. Ten years of friendship. Since y’all were kids riding bikes and scraping knees together on the South Side. Since the sleepovers. Since the lemonade stands. Since before either of you knew what true heartbreak even meant. The two of you had been inseparable since you were eight years old. Your families became intertwined — holidays, birthdays, even funerals. If you weren’t at her place, she was at yours. A decade of secrets, of loyalty, of dreams whispered on rooftops and blood oaths sealed with pinky promises.

Now you were both eighteen. Different colleges, different majors, different campuses — yet still the same when you reunited. Still you and Riri.

“Girl, come on!” Riri grinned, already tugging you toward the crowd gathered around the speakers. Her braids bounced behind her as she weaved through bodies, her silver hoop earrings catching the light every time she turned back to make sure you were still following. “They playin’ our song!”

You laughed, breathless. “You didn’t even let me finish my popsicle.”

She gave you a smirk over her shoulder. “Cry about it on the dance floor.”

You rolled your eyes but let her pull you into the crowd, where bodies moved in waves to the beat of Groove Thang. Somewhere behind you, Damon was trailing. Your boyfriend of one year. You turned to glance at him just before Riri’s hands found your hips, swaying in time to the music.

Damon wasn’t looking at you. He was already scanning the party for his boys, immediately lighting up when one of them shouted from across the lawn. Before you could say anything, he turned to you with a quick “Yo, babe,” and leaned in to kiss you—slow and lingering like he had something to prove. You let it happen, lips pressed awkwardly while his hand settled too firmly on your lower back.

“I’ma catch up with you later, alright?” he whispered.

And just like that, he was gone. Again. Practically sprinting toward his friends like he couldn’t get away fast enough.

You blinked after him, trying not to let your disappointment show. As he made a beeline for his crew, you caught movement out the corner of your eye. Riri was watching the exchange with an expression you couldn’t quite place.

Her smile faltered—just for a second. A tight little scowl had flickered across her features when Damon kissed you. It was gone almost as quickly as it came, wiped clean by that bright, blinding smile you knew so well—as if the shadow had never existed. But it had. And it was long enough to catch your attention.

You blinked. Jealous? No. That couldn’t be right. You were probably imagining things. It was too hot. The music was too loud. She was your best friend, not—

“Let’s dance!”

She spun you around without warning, laughing as you yelped, her hand firm in yours.

You shook off the weird moment, chalking it up to nothing. Riri always had a complicated relationship with Damon—never liked him, never trusted him. But she tolerated him for you. Because that’s what best friends did.

You let yourself forget everything else. All your questions were drowned in laughter as you allowed your body to fall into the rhythm of the music. Riri danced like she wasn’t afraid to be ridiculous — like every beat was a joke she was in on. Her tank top clung to her in the heat, dark jeans riding low on her hips as she moved, and her joy was infectious. You matched her energy move for move.

Time slowed into a blissful blur. You danced with Riri like no one else existed. Damon was off somewhere — you barely noticed. You didn’t care. Not when Riri had you doubled over laughing, gripping your hands to keep you from toppling over during a clumsy attempt at the running man. The two of you twirled and dipped and swayed, your bodies falling into a rhythm that felt older than both of you. You’d never felt more alive. Or more free. You lost yourself in the beat, in Riri’s laugh and the way she sang every word slightly off-key but with her whole chest. She twisted you under her arm like you were still kids in your bedroom blasting the radio.

Then it happened—your foot caught on the edge of someone else’s sneaker. Your balance tipped backward with a startled gasp. But before gravity could claim you, Riri’s hands found your arms in an instant. She yanked you forward, quick as ever, the reflexes of a girl who once caught you when you nearly fell off a jungle gym at age eleven. But this time, you didn’t just right yourself. You crashed into her—full weight colliding, chests pressed together, faces so close your noses nearly touched.

Your arms instinctively wrapped around her waist. Hers found your back. The laughter from your near fall got trapped in your throat, replaced by something quieter. Deeper.

For a moment, the two of you just… stayed there. Caught in each other’s orbit. She smelled like coconut oil and cherry soda. Her arms around you were solid, grounding. You didn’t move. You didn’t want to. You felt a smile stretch across your face — one of those honest ones that came from someplace warm and safe. Riri mirrored it, leaning her forehead against yours briefly. Her fingers trembled lightly against your back, like she wasn’t sure if she was holding on or letting go.

The world slowed to a breathless pause.

Something passed between you. Something wordless.

Your heart beat too loud in your chest.

And then you both laughed — nervous, ridiculous giggles bubbling out as you pulled away slightly. But not all the way. Never all the way.

“That was almost real tragic,” she said, brushing curls out of your face.

“You would’ve broken my fall,” you joked, giving her a lopsided grin. “You always do.”

She held your gaze for just a second too long. Then she cleared her throat, stepped back, and tugged her tank top straight. “I gotta hit the bathroom real quick. Hold it down for me, okay?”

You nodded, still dazed, not questioning it as she disappeared into the house behind the party. Your heart fluttered, skin still buzzing from where her hands had been. You stayed outside, letting the air try to cool the heat spreading across your face.

And you waited.

Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen. You scanned the crowd. Still no sign of her. You looked around the yard, craning your neck above the crowd. Damon was still nowhere to be found either. You hadn’t even noticed he was gone. Hadn’t seen him since he kissed you goodbye.

After twenty minutes, you started toward the house, concern pricking at your chest. You slipped inside, figuring maybe Riri had gotten caught up or ran into someone she knew. But the more you searched, the more an uneasy knot began to coil in your stomach. One you couldn’t name yet.

You weren’t looking for Damon. You told yourself that over and over. This was about finding Riri.

It was quieter indoors, only muffled music seeping through the walls. You called Riri’s name once. No answer. Checked the downstairs bathroom. Empty. Eventually, you made your way upstairs into the dark hallway. The first two bedroom doors were cracked open. Empty. Upstairs bathroom? Door wide open. Light off.

Then the last door.

Closed.

You stood in front of it, suddenly aware of how quiet the hallway was. But your pulse was loud in your ears.

You didn’t knock.

Instead, you pressed your hand to the doorknob. It turned without resistance. You pushed the door open—slow, quiet, the kind of quiet that said you weren’t even sure why you were sneaking.

Until you saw them.

Saw her.

And the world stopped.

Riri.

Your best friend. Your girl. The one you trusted more than anyone on earth.

On her back. On the bed.

With your boyfriend.

Damon’s body was on top of her, hands tangled in her braids, his mouth crashing into hers like he couldn’t get enough. Like he was trying to consume her. His hands were everywhere. Gripping. Touching. Owning. Her hands were on his chest, not pushing him away, not even hesitating. She arched up into him, a low sound escaping her throat. And then—

Riri let out a soft moan.

Something in you shattered.

You couldn’t breathe.

Your breath caught in your chest so hard you thought it might tear straight through your ribs. Your eyes burned, wide and unblinking. Your chest caved in. You didn’t speak. You didn’t scream. You didn’t move.

You just stood there, your heart cracking open, piece by piece, until all that was left was a hollow shell where something bright used to live.

And still—neither of them noticed you.

Maybe that was the worst part.

And sure, you could interrupt and make a scene. You could slam the door or somehow alert them to your presence. But you don’t. Instead, you watch them for longer than you should — watch her closely — before doing the only thing your fractured soul could manage.

With a steadiness you didn’t know you had, you slowly backed away and closed the door.

Softly.

Gently.

So quietly, it didn’t even creak.

Like you were afraid it might wake you up from a nightmare you didn’t want to be real.

There was no need for a confrontation. No point in asking why or how or when. The answer had been in the way she scowled when he kissed you, in the way Damon always looked away just a beat too soon.

And then you left.

Down the stairs. Through the crowd. Past the grill smoke. Past the laughter. Past the music. Past the life you’d built in your head with the two people who just destroyed it.

Outside, the air was still thick with heat. But your skin felt cold.

You didn’t stop walking. You couldn’t. Because if you stopped, you’d fall apart right there on the cracked sidewalk.

Only when you were a full block away did the tears start to fall. Silent at first, then violent. Cars rolled past with bass-heavy speakers and headlights blinking in rhythm with the beat of your broken heart. But you couldn’t hear anything over the ringing in your ears. You clutched your arms around your ribs like it could hold you together, like it could keep your soul from shattering completely.

But it couldn’t.

You didn’t know where you were walking to.

But you knew you couldn’t stay.

Not here.

Not with them.

Not with the echo of her laugh in your ears and the sound of her moan replaying like a skipping record in your mind.

Your tears continued to flow uncontrollably, blurring the sidewalk and soaking into the collar of your tank top. You felt something inside you die — something sacred. A part of your soul you’d always entrusted to Riri Williams.

Your best friend.

The girl you never thought would hurt you.

The girl who just did.

It was the kind of betrayal that didn’t feel sharp—yet—but dull and smothering. A weight you couldn’t breathe under.

She took that piece of yourself you’d trusted her with…

And she’d given it away.

To him.

To Damon.

To the boy who said he loved you.

And the girl who you’d loved, in ways you never let yourself name.

Until now.

Until it was far, far too late.

ii.

Two days passed.

Two days since the block party.

Two days since the betrayal.

Two days of silence where your heart used to live.

You hadn’t answered a single one of her calls. Hadn’t opened her voicemails. Every text message on your little Nokia phone sat untouched and unread. You couldn’t bear to see her name lit up on your screen without feeling sick.

You’d spent the weekend trying to scrub the image from your mind — Riri’s legs tangled with Damon’s, his hands all over her, the sound of her moan ringing louder than any memory of laughter the two of you had ever shared. But no matter how hard you tried, the betrayal sat heavy in your chest like a swallowed brick. It didn’t budge.

Sunday morning came anyway, humid and gray, cicadas buzzing in the trees like static in your brain. And right on cue, there was a knock.

Three quick taps. The same every week since you were thirteen.

Like clockwork. Like nothing happened. Like nothing’s changed.

You didn’t move at first. Maybe if you stayed quiet, she’d leave. Maybe she’d get the message.

But then she said it—cheerful and sunny, like she hadn’t ripped your entire fucking world apart:

“Open up, sleepyhead! I got your coffee and chocolate frosted!”

Your blood turned molten.

You threw open the door.

And there she stood. Riri Williams. Your ride-or-die for the past decade. The girl who knew every shade of your laugh, who’d seen you cry during movies, who’d helped you sneak out your bedroom window in middle school just to dance in the rain.

And now, the girl who had made out with your boyfriend behind an unlocked bedroom door while you danced outside like a fool.

She looked the same as always. Braids tied up in a messy bun, gold hoops gleaming in the morning light, baggy cargo shorts, and that goddamn oversized Fresh Prince of Bel-Air t-shirt she always stole from your closet. She held a pink Dunkin’ Donuts box in one hand, two iced coffees balanced in the other. Her smile was infuriatingly innocent. It gleamed like a weapon.

“Damn, girl,” she said, grinning. “You look like you ain’t slept all weekend. Where you been hiding, huh?”

Her voice was light, teasing. That soft Sunday energy. That routine between you two. She had no idea.

You stared at her—expression hard, teeth clenched, arms stiff at your sides.

She tilted her head, brow furrowing slightly. “…You good?”

Your gaze flicked down to the drinks.

“Is that my French vanilla swirl?” you asked, your voice tight and brittle.

Riri blinked at the abrupt question. Then she nodded, flashing that infuriatingly perfect smile again. It took everything ounce of self control you possessed not to give her a black eye.

“You know it, baby,” she said brightly, as if nothing was broken between you two. “The Y/N special, as always. Just how you like it—“

You didn’t hear the rest. Rage boiled in your chest so fast and so violently you could feel it in your fingertips.

You snatched your usual order from her hand with trembling fingers, your entire body vibrating from the effort to keep your anger contained. You took a long pull from the straw, the chilled brew sliding down your throat in a useless attempt to cool the fire inside you.

Then Riri stepped forward. One foot over the threshold. One breath into your space. About to waltz into your house — your home — where every room held pieces of your bond like family heirlooms. Where the walls still echoed with ten years of laughter, all-nighters, and whispered secrets in the dark. Where she’d built a lifetime of memories with you that were now tainted forever thanks to her betrayal.

And something in you snapped.

Without thinking, you ripped off the plastic lid and threw the entire drink in her face.

Riri shrieked as she stumbled back, dropping her own drink and the donut box in the process. The coffee splashed everywhere—into her braids, soaking her shirt, dripping onto her sneakers. The pink box tumbled to the porch, donuts rolling out like casualties of war.

“The FUCK is wrong with you?!” she yelled, scrubbing her eyes, her voice sharp with fury and confusion.

You didn’t flinch. You didn’t feel bad. If anything, a savage part of you wished the coffee had been scalding hot. Hot enough to leave a scar. Hot enough to burn a hole through her skin the way she’d burned one clean through your heart.

“You think you can play in my face like I’m fucking stupid?!” you shouted, voice cracking with the weight of your rage.

Her eyes widened in shock, but you didn’t give her a second to speak. You stepped forward, voice climbing, venomous.

“You got the fucking nerve to show up on my doorstep? Acting like everything’s all fine and shit after what you did?! You think you can cheat with my man one day and come skipping over the next like you’re not a trifling ass ho?!”

Riri froze. “Wait—hold up—”

“Don’t,” you spat, voice blistering. “Don’t you dare even think about trying to deny it. I saw you. I fucking saw you.”

Riri’s mouth went utterly slack. Her face morphed into sheer horror, the color draining from her skin like the coffee dripping down her cheeks. “Y/N, I—“

“NO!” you cut her off viciously, eyes burning with the pressure of tears you refused to let fall. “Ten years! I gave you TEN YEARS of my life! And you were sneakin’ around behind my back so you could fuck Damon?!”

“I didn’t sleep with him!” Riri stammered out, shaking from more than just the wet t-shirt clinging to her skin. “I swear—I swear on my life—I didn’t sleep with Damon! I know that don’t fix shit, I know it doesn’t, but I would never do that to you—”

“I don’t care!” you screamed. “I don’t care if you fucked him or not, Riri! You let him touch you! You wanted him to! That’s worse!”

She looked wrecked with shame, lips parted but no sound coming out. You barreled forward.

“I loved you,” you bit out coldly, though the tremor in your voice betrayed you. “With everything I had. You were my person, Riri. But you—” You laughed bitterly. “You couldn’t keep your hands off my boyfriend long enough to remember that.”

“It was a mistake!” she cried, panic lacing her words. “I didn’t mean—it wasn’t like that—”

“Shut the fuck up!” you snapped. “Like I’d ever believe another goddamn word out your lying-ass mouth again. As far as I’m concerned, you and that limp dick cheating fuck don’t exist anymore. You’re fucking dead to me. Both of y’all.”

She stepped forward again, her sneakers squelching in spilled coffee. “Wait! Y/N—just let me explain, please—”

You turned sharply to go back inside.

But her hand shot out, grabbing your arm.

It was instinct. Reflex. Familiar. Her touch, so soft and desperate, almost unraveled you. For a second, the feel of her skin against yours was a memory you wanted to believe in.

Until it wasn’t.

You wrenched yourself free from her grasp, whirling around with fire behind your eyes. And in a blind flash of rage, you slapped her. Hard.

The sound cracked through the humid morning air like thunder, louder than your own heartbeat.

Riri gasped, her hand flying to her throbbing cheek, mouth trembling. You could already see the red bloom across her dark skin, see the glossy shimmer in her eyes. They searched yours like she was looking for the girl who used to love her.

But she was gone.

And you didn’t feel regret. Not in that moment. All you felt was the heat of betrayal. The weight of your world collapsing piece by piece.

You pointed a trembling finger at her. “Don’t you ever put your fast-tailed ass hands on me again! You don’t get to grab me. You don’t get to fix this.”

You felt a vindictive sense of pleasure when she recoiled, chest heaving, eyes wide with disbelief—no, fear.

“You’re a two-faced treacherous bitch, Riri! And I swear to God, if you ever come near me again, you’ll be lucky if the next thing you catch is just a backhand.”

Her own eyes brimmed with tears, but you didn’t care. You were too far gone. Too hollow. Too broken to be anything but cruel.

“We’re fucking done,” you whispered, then screamed it for the whole neighborhood to hear. “Forever!”

And before she could say a damn word, you slammed the door in her face.

The sound echoed like a final nail in the coffin.

The tears came before the lock even clicked shut.

You didn’t care that your iced coffee was still staining the porch.

Didn’t care that the donuts were ruined.

Didn’t care that your palm still stung from the force of the slap.

You slid down to the floor, breath ragged as shaking sobs racked your entire body. You leaned against the closed door, and you didn’t care if she heard you crying from outside. Because if she did — maybe then she’d understand just how badly she’d broken you.

What you didn’t know — couldn’t know — was that on the other side of the door, Riri was crying now too, tears pouring down her own face.

Silent.

Stunned.

And shattered.

Neither one of you moved.

Not for a long, long time.

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⎊ RIRI WILLIAMS | IRONHEART ⎊ (mcu | ironheart 2025)

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“Crash Back” (Riri Williams x Fem!Reader)

| Riri comes back to Chicago and the part of you that's always untethered when she’s gone finally settles.

| SFW, fluff, slice of life, a pinch of angst, common mcu civilian shinanigans, established relationship

| A little bit of mutual pining for my best girl. (Pic source: Ironheart S1EP1; “Take Me Home”)

| 2k+ words

Watching the kids playing in the street beyond the suggestion of a gate around the front of your house always makes your gut pang in warning.

No matter that it would’ve been you on the road a few years ago, feet aching with a big ass smile on your face. A few years ago aliens weren’t so much the norm that the world was having placement disputes over them, though — disputes you know won’t go anywhere good for a long time considering in America alone the interim president’s penchant for human deportation was ghastly and the fact that you all’s last three presidents have either been murdered or are in jail all now. Shit, a few years ago dangerous shit falling from the sky that could obliterate a whole block in a blink was still the stuff of nightmares only (so long as you didn’t live in New York).

Now, though?

Now there was a laser in one of the boys’ hands across the way, playing with it like it was a toy, and you were busy answering emails while caught between the decision to call the cops or rely on the daddy the lil Jackson boy got the laser weapon(?) from to properly put the shit away next time.

What a fucking mess.

From here you can’t really tell what it is, but considering his dad was always hanging around Stuart’s forever-up-to-something ass you weren’t confident it wasn’t real. You just weren’t sure enough to act on anything in any direction either, and weren’t willing to sound unnecessary alarms because a thirteen year old was using his imagination to play tag with an over designed but harmless laser pointer.

Whirring makes you look up, head snapping towards the boys still playing in the street before you quickly realize the sound is coming from overhead.

They stop too, but you don’t pay them any mind, too busy trying to catalog the sight of a flying object in the shape of a person hurtling through the sky.

Not the oddest thing you’ve seen in the last month alone, but certainly unusual this close to home.

For a moment all you can think outside of your confusion and mounting unease is: ‘damnit, what now?’

The shape of the suit rings familiar. Tony Stark and Iron Man were known by even the non scientifically minded amongst the population, though, so no surprise there. But you don’t realize just how familiar you are with the suit itself — that suit, not just the style of it — until it gets closer and the unique head shape and simple color scheme strikes through you like lighting.

What the fuck was Riri doing back here?

A different kind of anxiety pulses through you then, mercilessly winding you up.

The girl you’d once kind of, maybe, had a thing for (and maybe even with, but you weren’t the type to stay hung up on the shit you did in your underclassmen days before she surpassed you and skipped straight to college) should pretty firmly be at school right now.

MIT was a big fucking deal even if the amount of monetary accolades a college had meant little to you.

Not that the prospect of seeing Riri again didn’t have its appeal. She’d been offline for a few months now, even with you and Xavier, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t worry. Or want to know what she’d been up to.

Riri was a certified genius and when she got caught up in a project everything else became pretty secondary, but this past year had been the longest she’d ever gone without calling you. Let alone while consistently answering your texts days after you’d sent them.

Everybody had bouts of being a shitty friend, though, and you had a life to live and bills to pay, so you’d left her alone.

All bets were off if she was back though.

Fuck giving her space.

Riri—

A loud, whining zap and a red flash of light comes and a more pressing issue pounds at the back of your eyes as the sight of eight preteen boys settled frozen across the street from Mrs. Lydia and staring at her smoking mailbox greets you.

Shit.

Definitely not just a fancy laser pointer then.

Shit shit shit.

“Aye!” The woman herself slams out her house, pricklier than ever. This time you can’t blame her though. “What the fuck you boys doing out here?”

A minute passes after the moment the older lady caught sight of her destroyed mailbox and singed grass, and she’s starting to yell loudly enough your neighbors have started to come out to sweep their porches and blinds have started to shift, before you finally decide to intervene lest she pops something.

“Alright!” You yell, heaving yourself up from the steps and setting your laptop under the pillow of the patio bench to your left. Still talking, you rush over to the group, legitimately not wanting Mrs. Lydia to work herself up enough she ends up in the hospital with her hypertension or ends up waving Troy’s bad ass off through the window of a cop car. Likely both. “Troy gimme your phone! Let me talk to your daddy!”

Now did you want to talk to Matthew Jackson? Fuck no. Especially not with who you figured was Riri back in town, and with her suit. But better to live another day without the boy you used to let talk circles around you when you walked home from school follow his mother to an early grave after rotting in a jail cell.

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The sun has set, but it’s not too late into the night by the time you’re free enough to make your way to Ronnie’s place.

Xavier notices you first, catching sight of you over Riri’s shoulder— and you know it’s Riri’s lil ass standing in front of him. Would recognize that wide stance and raised chin anywhere; like she’s trying to make herself as big as possible so everyone can see she’s greater than their little perceptions of her.

He nods to you before continuing to excuse himself like he looked to be doing when you banked the corner, and it’s while he’s climbing the steps back to his apartment that Riri turns your way.

“Who—?” She starts to question, unsatisfied with Xavier only shrugging at her when she no doubt questioned his look to you, but she stops the second those busy eyes land on your quiet frame.

When she calls your name it’s with the air of someone who’s less shocked than they should be. Although, her jaw’s damn near dropped despite that, and her eyes stick to you sharply.

The pinpricks of her scrutiny prickle against your skin.

Those shoulders curl inward a little when she eventually tosses you this half smile, hands shoving into the pockets of her maraschino red jacket that sits a bit oversized over her body.

“I see those crash landing protocols you were working on the last time we talked came in handy,” you volley back, voice light.

“Hn,” she scoffs, glancing away from you while a slow grin pulls at her sealed lips. “Yeah, you know? Not my proudest moment, but they really did.”

“Good,” you smile at her. When she looks back at you it gets a bit bigger. “I’m glad. I miss you enough already as is.”

Too forward. Maybe. Definitely. But you have missed her and you’re not entirely above pointing out that she’s been ghosting you.

She cringes right on cue, too, expression steeping as she no doubt flushes beneath the rich tones of her skin.

“Aw, yeah,” she laughs, eyes widening some as she shuffles in place. “I have been kinda absent lately, haven’t I?”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.”

Riri giggles, but she looks seconds away from melting into a puddle the entire time.

You hold back your own laughter because you’re nice like that.

As you’ve talked you’ve taken those moments to step closer to Riri. It’s her who closes the gap between you both, though, ambling over the last of the space between you with her hands twisting in her pockets.

When your gaze snags on them you want to hold them. Let her fiddle with your fingers instead while that brilliant brain of hers runs a mile a minute.

You bite your lip, force your glinting eyes up and away, and don’t give into that stray desire.

Damn, you really had missed her using you as a sounding board as she brainstormed.

“Do you wanna hang a little? Maybe?” Your eyes flint around the planes of her small face and bright cognac eyes. “We don’t have to do anything crazy. Could just go back to my place.”

Those eyes glitter and pool like liquid diamonds. Riri rocks on her heels.

“Yeah!” She exclaims softly. “Hell yeah. I don’t mind.”

“Really?”

The woman takes a second, deliberation creasing her features and making her scrunch her cute broad nose and purse plush lips.

When she meets your gaze next there’s a weight to her look that makes the breath in your lungs stutter and freeze for a moment.

“…Definitely,” she finally settles on— voice soft and pointed. She nods to herself for a second before grinning at you. “I missed you too.” She shrugs. “Just so you know and shit.”

The smile you’ve been halfheartedly biting back spreads across your plush lips like an inevitability. Big and wide and pure.

Riri rolls her eyes and reaches out to knock you on the arm, starting to edge onto the sidewalk so you guys can start the familiar trek back to your place.

The spot she hit tingles pleasantly.

To say you were down bad would be an understatement at this point.

“Alright,” she draws out, teeth flashing in the streetlights as she grins, both her hands shaking free of their fabric confines, “don’t let your head get too big now.”

You snort.

“Oh, you big-headed enough for the both of us, don’t worry.”

She squeals her affront and you throw your head back to cackle, mild breeze brushing over both of your thick curls as you guys rush to cross the vacant street with laughter ringing from your mouths.

For that slim second of time it’s almost as if nothing’s changed.

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“Hm,” she chuckles once you’ve entered your childhood home and she’s taken a very brief look around, sneakers squeaking against the well-worn wood varnish. “Not everything is different now at least. You still get that good bread from Papa’s?”

Brow bouncing up, you watch as Riri quite actively starts to look around with purpose, gaze quickly locking on the kitchen.

“Oh no,” you start, reaching for her as she closes in on the bread box sitting pretty on the counter. “Riri, don’t you dare.”

She glances at you from over her shoulder, one of her braids sliding down to her back and framing her face in a way that makes your stomach flutter.

“I meannnn,” she squints at you, “I could go far some cheese and bread.”

“You’ll live,” you sneer quietly, ignoring the urge to laugh at her shit, and reaching over to snatch her wrist up.

When Riri looks back at you it’s with a grin splitting her features, only the light from the streetlights and some from the moon outside making her face visible.

The glow is all hers though.

“I fear I won’t,” she deadpans, jerking out of your hold as you’re guffawing.

“Riri—!”

The two of you pause mid lunge, feet stumbling, as your hand slaps over your mouth hard enough to sting and your eyes go wide as saucers.

‘Girl’ your partner in crime’s eyes say, wide and fluttering as they are with her raised brows. A chastisement you will not stand for.

Glaring, you hope she can read you telling her about herself in your head through your eyes alone, this was her fault after all, and when she huffs a laugh where she caught herself from falling on the edge of the counter you know you at least succeeded in that.

The two of you wait a few beats. Breaths booming in the darkness while you wait for your penance, but when your parent doesn’t stir your shoulders slump in tandem.

“Bitch,” you whisper, grin of your own curling up the corners of your mouth despite yourself.

The woman ahead of you snickers and sticks her tongue out at you.

All of it sends a pang through your heart that you can’t blame on the fact she’s easing her way towards your bakery bread like she thinks she’s slick. Not convincingly. Not even to yourself.

It was nice having her back in your space and smiling. To say things had been somber the last time you saw her in person for more than thirty minutes, no matter how well you’d stayed in contact throughout her later college years and your working, would be an understatement.

Soft, comfortable Riri wasn’t something you got often.

The urge to ask her how she’s doing, if she’s ‘okay’, pounds against the backs of your teeth. With the stray, squinty, looks she thinks she’s hiding that she’s tossing you — like she’s just waiting to clam up the second you pry — you stop yourself from posing that million dollar question though.

But only just.

Watching her greedy little fingers, littered with tiny nicks and scratches from her crash landing and the scars of nicks past from her tinkering, unwrapping your bread and it’s baked in dried fruit and spices from the brown bag it’s in, you realize you missed this.

Missed her.

“You gon let me steal some cheese too? Or am I just supposed to eat this raw?” She asks, tossing that glittering smile your way and breaking the tastefully browned bun in two.

You roll your eyes, perfectly content to admit defeat with how eager you are to get closer to her. Leaning against the counter, both your oak colored eyes meeting, you take the half of the round bun she offers.

“The bread tastes just fine on its own,” you mutter, trying not to fiddle with the food in your hand. Riri’s impatient enough that while she waits for you to give her what she wants she nibbles on the corners of her slightly smaller half. You sigh, “Fine. Yeah. Cut some off the block for me too.”

Maybe all this wasn’t idle bonding time to some people, but fuck them anyway. Being able to have any time with Riri and her ever overeager mind was something you cherished, rare as it was.

So you let her eat your damn bread and pretend like you don’t shiver every time her deep eyes meet yours. Pretend like you haven’t spent the last couple years yearning for what was and for what could be.

Pretend like you aren’t hanging onto every single lingering glance you catch her giving you and storing those instances away in your memory bank to agonize over later.

“Can’t believe you’re still stealing my food at your big, grown age,” you grumble, taking the stuffed bun she gives you with little hesitation.

“You love it,” Riri says around her most recent mouthful. She flips you off for good measure too, the mischief on her face clear as anything despite the darkness as she snickers, and you can’t even be mad.

Riri’s right, after all.

You do love it.

Love her. Broken heart and all.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!! This one is very chill (and it was also really hard to find good shots of this show to make the banner).

I know she’s not wearing it in this fic, but please can we get a round of applause for her under-suit from episode three. 😫😫😫😫

Her and Tony in those lil matching slim fitting suits they wear under their armor get me every time.

Anyway, season one only being six episodes is a fucking crime. Tf was that? And also, cheese and bread rep (cause if I said I called it ‘bun and cheese’ I’d be a full ass liar).

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

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auction pt.1

“i know i’m trouble, know ur way around so just stay around”

when riri returns from MIT and gets introduced to the crew —your crew, all your worst fears are more likely to come to life than ever before. riri’s return, her getting hurt, you being stuck in the crew forever; its all too much. every escape plan you create keeps failing, or is it being sabotaged? the death of your best friend has found a way to haunt you again, and one crew member is constantly on your tail about secrets you don’t have. but even through all the chaos, you can’t stop running back to riri, and she’ll always fall into your arms.

a/n: this is gonna be a long series and im SO EXCITED FRIENDS. this is abt 2.5k words and written in (semi) chronological order. theres some flashbacks. lesbian. riri williams x black!fem!reader. everyone is an adult. tension. mentions of death (natalie and gary). john being an instigator. tension. tiny bit of angst. comment to join taglist. tension. this part sets up a lot for the rest of the story so theres not a TONN of action but yur

"Damn, she's good." Slug smiles, popping a kernel in their mouth.

"Duct tape. She’s totally gonna use it." You look at Roz, who obviously doesn't know the girl on the screen; the girl you haven't expected to see for the rest of your life.

"Nah," The word escapes your lips as a whisper, as words you debated to say aloud. "She's probably gonna use the wires to start the elevator back up." A slurp erupts from your cup as you take a swig of your drink. "She doesn’t mess with bombs like that.” You shift uncomfortably, arms crossed and a finger tapping on your cup.

John's eyes bore into you. He watches your every movement: your eyes lying stuck on the screen, your fast breaths, your hands dropping to rub against your pants and rid of sweat.

You were the calmest person on the team. A level-headed logician, you planned missions with ease. You knew a way in and a way out. You knew people's strengths and their weaknesses. John considered you an equal – he sometimes considered you more intelligent than him. The hell is your reaction to Riri?

"What, do you know her or something?" John's gaze refuses to break from you. He questions and expects you to answer honestly.

Your body contorts. By lifting your once-leaning hips, you try to shake the discomfort storming through your chest. You stood tall, arms stiffened across your chest. The computer was no longer in your eye view. Instead, your gaze locked with his.

"Not anymore." You grabbed your now-empty cup and raced past him to throw away your drink. John's brows furrowed.

John’s eyes followed you."This girl and her weird ass riddles.”

…

Tense. Your body was tense. Every time you moved. You felt like you were pulling 1000 pounds with each limb. What was she gonna do when she saw you? Would you drive her away more? Maybe she should be driven away. Parker's commune wasn’t a place for Riri. She’s many things, but not a criminal. Soft-hearted, curious, ambitious; too ambitious. Parker would abuse her genius and therefore make her more curious. A combination like that makes for a shitty end result.

Your foot is already halfway out the door with no sign of looking back. You had been planning to leave the crew for months now. Silently. With haste. With ease. There was no other way to plan an exit. Past members came and went never to be heard from again. You hoped to keep your life, to escape the wrath of Parker’s hood. But with Riri back? Fuck, plans have changed. She needed protection and guidance. Someone had to be the one to do it.

Applause erupts from the other side of the room. Shit. A part of you was hoping Riri wouldn’t make it out of that elevator. Maybe then you’d still have a reason to fight, to seek revenge. Maybe then you’d have a reason to see the woman who raised you. But now you’d have to face Riri. And god knows what she’d have to say.

The metal of the elevator door creaks as Riri emerges through. And you see her. Damn, it’s really her. All the memories come rushing back. The days you spent braiding her hair, the sleepovers you held each other a little too close, the promise you made the last time you saw her:

“No matter what happens or who we become, it’s only us.” You tightened your pinky around hers. If only she knew the lengths you’d have to take. Would it still be “us”?

Riri’s hand cups your chin, bringing your eyes to meet hers. “You know I love you,” The words rung heavier than they should’ve. You guys said ‘I love you’ all the time. Why did it feel different now? “right?”

Your gaze flickered down to her lips. You wanted to stay like this forever. In her arms, loved by her, under her gaze. “I love you too, more actually.” But you knew it would never last. And it didn’t.

She was supposed to be at MIT right now. You were supposed to be at NCAT. You both have truths to confess to.

All your body allows you to do is sigh in anticipation. Your legs eventually take control, slowly inching over to the table to stand with the rest of the crew. The wooden desk croaks under your body as you lean on its stature, and you wait.

“I heard Riri Williams was a genius,” Parker claps. You look down at your feet, inspecting the floor below you. Riri looks at the team of people in front of her once over, then twice. She sees you but doesn’t know if it is you. “but I said to myself… I gotta meet this kid up close.”

She isn’t allowed to decipher the contents of your face, its orgins, its ancestry before her impulsiveness pulls at her heartstrings. Immediately, Riri erupts, “What makes you think you think you can trap me-”. She knows. You know she knows.

“Please,” Parker insists, “it wasn’t personal.” Your face slips her mind for a moment. It was all too much. She doesn’t wanna be here; she shouldn’t be here. Riri’s face contorts. What the fuck is he talking about? He continues, “Does it matter why I did what I did? What matters is you did what you did. You beat Stuart’s time.”

Stuart's lips pull into a line. He shyly raises his hand and confesses,“Present”

Overwhelmed with everything, everyone, all at once, you panic. “Fuck.” The words slip louder than you expected. “Can we just get this over with?” Riri’s gaze locks on you. Your voice alone was enough confirmation. Panic flooded her irises. She froze. There was nothing else to do but freeze the same way you froze when you saw her on the monitor.

“Nah,” she mutters, her voice riddled with denial. Your eyes stay locked in each other for longer than you’d like to admit. Silence filled the room, but what was there to say?

Riri’s eyes scanned your body. You looked different. Different in a way she couldn’t put her finger on. Different in a way that made her heart skip five beats per minute. Different in a way that made her hands drip with sweat. You had gotten piercings since senior year of highschool. Her bare face felt naked looking at yours. Your afro decorated your shoulders and chest. It had grown. A lot. Maybe she needed to invest in some of that hair growth serum you were always talking about.

You scanned Riri’s body. She was always fit but damn, was she this fit? Her biceps and abs stuck out to you and just you apparently. Riri wasn’t one for cardio but she was one for working in the garage. You could tell she’s been spending more time there — for the better or worse. Her cornrows enhanced her bone structure in a way they hadn’t before. Or maybe she’d just gotten more mature, so her face naturally looked like that. Regardless, maybe you needed to get some cornrows to snatch you up a bit. Your eyes traveled back down to her abs. Maybe you needed a cardio routine too.

She shouldn’t be here. As if being trapped in a bomb laced elevator was enough, she shouldn’t be here.

“I’m out.” She proclaims with an exasperated sigh. She walks towards a door, yanking on its knob.

“That’s a closet.” John warned, scratching his head. He walked toward Riri and guided her to a door.

“I knew that!”

…

10pm struck the clock. Water soaked your body. Droplets fell down your back and caressed your shoulders. Even under this hot ass shower, your body couldn’t relax. It couldn’t let go of earlier. It couldn’t let go of Riri.

When she looked at you, all the air left your body. It was like you never left, like she never went to mit, as if you guys never stopped talking. You never meant for it to be this way, for you to be this way.

It was once you, Riri, and Natalie; the three musketeers. Since childhood you guys were neighbors and best friends. Every day was spent at Riri’s house or in her dad’s garage. So when you came back from a corner store run to find your best friend and the man who treated you like his own in a pool of their own blood and Riri crying over them, helpless, something in your brain’s hardwire changed.

After Nat, you couldn’t bear to see Riri’s pain. You couldn’t bear to see her cry, her grief. Sure, for you it hurt but for Ri? She never seemed to process it all.

All you wanted to do was avenge Natalie. It wouldn’t fix a thing, you knew that. Revenge would never change Riri’s tears but it would give her clarity, right?

The journey to revenge drove you insane. Wild goose chases, dead ends. Eventually you found the identity of the shooter. But what could you do? Turn them in? When you handed over evidence the fuckers only got 5 years in jail. The hole in your heart as well as the grief Riri constantly endured somehow grew larger.

The case closed two years ago, the same day you turned 18. You needed a job. Clown was a friend of a friend. She specialized in explosives and you knew strategy, management, and law. She said she knew a guy. So you ended up here. Parker said he was beginning a start up company and he needed a manager and some tech guys to compare to the competition. You vastly underestimated what he meant. Obviously.

…

After John guided Riri to a door you assumed she left. She didn’t. You were packing up your stuff when you saw him talking to her in that big ass not so secret glass room he calls an office.

Did she take the deal? What has she gotten herself into? Parker really flashed a wad of cash and she came like a mouse to a cheese trap.

The light from the TV reflects on your wooden floor, changing colors every few seconds from you changing channels. Sounds fill your ears, quieting your thoughts but not your mind. You couldn’t shake the anxiety that riddled your body.

Riri being home in the middle of the school year means one of two things: she dropped out, or she got expelled. Knowing her, both are equally possible, but it’s most likely the latter since she’d never willingly miss out on MIT’s resources. So if she got expelled, the real question is: what the fuck did she do?

And her energy, her face, her body. It wasn’t just you that had changed, that had grown. When Riri saw you it was as if she saw a thousand worlds collide. Your thousand worlds came together at that moment too. Lost possibilities, tear stained prayers meshed into one singular moment. Just to see her. A changed Riri, a Riri without you.

You couldn’t stop thinking about her. Every thought was her.

You bring your hand to your face, rubbing your forehead and temples to wake yourself up. “Fuck, should I just go see her?” A sigh leaves your chest, “I don’t even know where she’s at,”

…

You knew where she was at. There was only one place she could be. You walk up the pavement and see the steps you haven’t seen in years just to open the door to the complex, walk up some more steps, and see the door to the apartment you haven’t seen in years. This isn’t a good idea. Nothing about this is a good idea. Riri being in the crew, you being here. Its not a good idea.

John is already on your ass. He knows. “No prior outside connections” your ass. He didn’t do his job correctly. Anyone with a Facebook and 3 minutes of free time can see we know each other. Ms.Williams has you plastered all over her page. But John won’t like this. He will do whatever it takes to stop it.

..

You couldn’t do it. Blood pooled at your feet and your whole body pulsed, nearly making a heartbeat of its own. Your hand hadn’t even touched the handle and you were chickening out. You just couldn’t.

You snuck around the back patio. It had only gotten easier since you guys were younger; sneaking around. Oddly, it felt like old times. Like when riri made you sneak into her room so you guys could be together. Or when you, natalie, and ri snuck back in the apartment when you were all supposed to be sleeping. You snuck into Riri’s apartment so much that it became a habit, it became home.

The house appeared empty when you looked through the glass door. But if everyone’s sleep, why are all the lights on?

BANG!

“Shit! Sorry, Mom!”

You look through the door again to see Riri dragging her ironsuit through her kitchen. You bite back a smile and stepped a few inches backward. Back facing the wall, you fall, body sliding down the brick and arms resting on your knees.

All these years and she’s still working on that ironsuit.

Cicadas serenade you for a while. After all these years you never realized how pretty the view was from this patio; how you can see into the chi at night.

“I see you still haven’t shaken the habit of sneaking places you ain’t supposed to be, huh?” Her voice is gentle, almost hum-like. You look up. Leaning against the doorway, Riri’s sweatshirt sleeves are rolled up and hair is tied back.

Wrinkles appear between your brows when you furrow them and cross your arms. A grin sneaks on your lips; you’re really with her. “I see you still haven’t shaken the habit of getting into trouble you don’t need to be in.. huh?” Your voice was low. Riri noticed the drop. You slowly rose to meet her gaze. She inhaled sharply, looking you up and down. Not only did she forget how tall you were, but the white shirt you wore was loose. It hung off your shoulder and exposed your stomach. The sweatpants you wore hung low on your hips, your tattoos and boxers peaking through.

She straightens her back, attempting to stand as tall as you. After clearing her throat, she begins, “Did seeking revenge mean you lost all your clothes?” She looks you up and down once more, raising her hand to pull at the hem of your shirt. The air seemed to leave your body, eyes snapping to the girl in front of you. “You broke or somethin'?” Her eyes finally met yours again. She didn’t know why, but her volume got lower and lower as she continued talking.

A pause followed her words but neither of you seemed to notice, you were too caught up in the girl in front of you. It was only when you began to speak when you realized how little space was in between you and Riri, how she was looking up at you expecting an answer, how your neck was craned downward not wanting to look away from her doe-like eyes.

It was all to much, the racing hearts, the heat radiating off each other's body, the knowing you weren’t supposed to be here but wanting more.

You pull back with a grin returning to your face, only in an effort to forget your nerves - “You know I look good.” You pushed past Riri and walked into the house, the place you used to call home. Her head peeked over her shoulder, watching you as you stroll into her home like it’s your own, as if you never left.

“Yea, alright.” Riri pulled the glass door closed and followed behind you. It’s gonna be a long night.

ok hi so i hope u enjoyed lmao. pt2 coming out in the next week or so hopefully

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vampire!riri headcannons ☾

taglist— @mitchesmoon @onyxstones-world @pvnks0ul @shuririsart @newctrll @mariquitaaa @mrsudakuwilliams99 (comment to be added)

vamp!riri who immediately had to give in and confess to her being a vampire because she was horrible at hiding and lying about it.

“sooo.. can i come in?.. ima need to hear you say it. it’s more… reassuring”

“ma.. i’m not a big fan of taking mirror pictures… i don’t like the way i be looking..”

“a beach date? in this heat? and as bright as it is?? how about if we go at night?”

you also kinda suspected it because she would always become distant when you wore silver jewelry.

“ma, you gotta stop wearing that jewelry…. gold is the best anyway.”

vamp!riri who eyes turn into different shades of red depending what mood’s she’s in.

vamp!riri who refused to feed off you unless you were ready to be 100% end game.

“you sure you want this? because i promise you ain’t no going no where after this.”

vamp!riri who likes to hypnotize you/play with your mind for fun and because she can. (harmless hypnotizing, she’s a tease)

vamp!riri who’s incredibly strong and fast. getting hurt/falling around riri is such a negative. she’s always quick on her feet to catch you to make sure you’re good.

“you are blessed to have me y’know? as clumsy as you are, you’d have so many broken bones by now if it weren’t for me.”

vamp!riri who’s vangs always pop out when you start to piss her off. sometimes she doesn’t even know they appeared until you told her to ‘put those teeth up’

vamp!riri who can always tell when you’re horny. her smell is so enhanced she always knows when those panties are dripping.

“baby, if you wanted your pussy ate or something you could’ve just told me yeah? i can smell you from all the way over here.”

vamp!riri who never blinks. she doesn’t really need to. you had to get adjusted to it. especially during heated arguing. you would always have to look to the floor because those still red eyes would always put you in a frenzy.

vamp!riri who eventually marked you and turned you because there was no way she was living an eternal life without you.

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Meet the Crew

These are my original characters for Killswitch! I've spent so much time brainstorming about them and im sooooooooo excited to finally share them with you! I love this lil found family that I created and I hope you do too. Now, these are my characters that I designed and drew myself! So please do not share them anywhere without crediting me, thank you!

🏷️: @bubbleblowinggirl @blkgworlamplified @solanaszn @pvnks0ul @onyxstones-world @inmyheadimobsessed @mitchesmoon @riris-heart @shurisbathwater @lvmxih @rheas-ripley @mrsudakuwilliams99

Kayla

21

likes: exercise, sarcasm, piercings, alone time

superpower: super-strength

Kayla is very......bitchy, BUT that's my baby so not too much. She's very standoff-ish at first, but I promise she's really a softy when she warms up to you. Even though she has superhuman strength, pumping iron isn't all that she likes to do. Did yall know she can play the clarinet? She has a very bad habit of playing with her lip piercing. It drives LJ crazy because he hates the sound of it scraping against her teeth.

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Eva

20

likes: animals, makeup, annoying kayla

superpower: telekinesis

Eva is the textbook definition of cinnamon roll. Like, the girl couldn't hurt a fly. A stray animal hates to see her coming. Kayla's allergic to cats so she can't bring em inside, but there is a whole army of them that wander in the yard because she won't stop feeding them. She hates when you ask her to help patch someone up because she can't stand the sight of blood. She will quite literally throw up. Whenever Kayla needs her hair rebraided, Eva always does it. there's never a hair out of place when she touches someone's head.

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LJ

22

likes: photography, fashion, smoking

superpower: super speed

Big brothers don't got SHIT on LJ. Although he is very loving and caring, he is strict as hell. Every fight or mission ya'll go on, I promise you he's gone over the plan a thousand times. Being the only man in the house, he gets overstimulated with the three of yall quite often. If someone isn't in the shower for hours at a time, yall are in his room annoying him and touching shit. he won't admit it, but he would'nt have it any other way. He absolutely HATES when someone brings up his arm or stares at it. Most times he'll wear a longsleeve to cover it. After losing it, he was so excited when you made his bionic limb.

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KILLSWITCH

Between juggling being a full time college student and Chicago’s own Ironheart, Riri Williams has more than enough on her plate. Fighting villains by night and having to drag herself to her dorm to finish homework took more than a toll on the young genius’s life. You on the other hand, had a big part in keeping the city safe behind the scenes. When an unfortunate battle leaves the hero in the care of your unusual friend group, Riri has to heal and regain her strength under the care of you. Two strong personalities in one house couldn’t be too bad, right?

This series contains: violence, angst (of course), fluff, slow burn, mentions of death.

billy’s babble 🕷️: omgomgomg! this is the first series i’ve ever written, and i’m saurrrrrrrrrr excited to share it with y’all! this is an idea i been sitting on since last summer, but I was scared I wouldn’t do it enough justice. I hope y’all enjoy!

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Meet the Crew

-bios of the main characters that will accompany riri and reader in this series.

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Loner

Shuri x Riri

Shuri’s gaze lowered, and her plump bottom lip rolled between her teeth. “Hamba.” “Nigga, I don’t know what you just said, but I’m going, I’m going,” Riri sloppily raised her arm to shoo Shuri off before turning her back on the Wakandan fully. "Watch and learn, niggas!”

Warnings: Explicit language (duh), underage drinking, angst(?), mention of death, fluff!!!, probably some I missed Word Count: 4.6k+ Tags:@percsane @zestgodtj @k3nn3dyxo @mlmilani @letitias-fav @doms-fav @sweetalittleselfish-honey @g4yforu @widowmakker @becauseimswagman1 @zayswriting @inmyheadimobsessed @laurensmabel1 @malltake12 @msudaku @faeriah-thv @fetchyourlife @mbakuetshurisprincess @sinsikoxo @honey-teaaaaaaaa @rxcently @pinkcorns @takeyaki @yamsthoughts @thethickerside @0hshoot1tsl4ni @shurisbathwater @shurismainbxtch @luvrzhearts @sadfreakx @shuri-my-love @justariellove @heartsforjojo @blackgirlfariy @tuesdaylovesu @chocoflagcutii @taiiunknown @zhanylai @ziayamikaelson @verachii @taiiunknown @beautybyfire @soearthquakequeen @remwritess @pinkwright @jenlouvre @letitiasleftfoot @6-noir @kya-rose @saintwrld @someshuriposts @jessiap @ilikegecos @iiluvl4n @katymae12344 @shurismainbxtch @crookedsaladlover @motheroffae @saintwrld @marsolgy @ogbells16 @verachii @shuriszn @playgurlxoxoo @ashleighshaw @te-23 @dominquesheart @shuridefenselawyer @iminlovewithdomandtish @limbozqueen @cansah2002-blog A/N: We backkkk yall!!! I missed it here <3

Enjoy!!!

Shuri Udaku was the friendliest “loner” Riri had ever met. 

 Riri was the real type of loner. The one who could walk through the halls of MIT like a ghost, unnoticed. You might spot Riri at a few campus parties, tucked away in a corner with a drink in her hand. She danced, she vibed, and then she left. Riri was the person in the room observing everybody else silently, and she was fine with that most of the time. Can’t lose somebody you never get attached to, right?

It was the times when the grief got too heavy to carry that she wished she weren’t so alone. Times like several weeks ago, when she crumbled to the floor in the middle of the hall because the grief began to weigh more than she could bear. It crushed her beneath a massive mound of sadness, and her legs buckled as she fell. So many pairs of feet, some slowed, others pacing, passed her by as if she weren’t an anomaly, sobbing too loud to ignore. But they were ignoring her. She quietly begged for somebody to stop, to see her, to help.

No one did.

No one except the goddamn Princess of Wakanda, that is.

“For somebody with no friends, everybody seem to know you,” Riri murmured under her breath.

She trailed a few steps behind Shuri, unable to keep up with the pace of the taller girl as they trekked across campus with no real destination in mind. They were just walking together, wanting to be in each other’s space, but not wanting to admit it. 

Shuri nodded a silent greeting back to the group of girls who had just passed, giggling their “hello’s” with hearts in their eyes. 

Shuri was lonelier than Riri could even fathom. She missed her mother and her brother. Missed the country she called home for her entire life. Wakanda housed everything Shuri held dear, yet she couldn’t bring herself to go back. It hurt too much to return home and not have her father waiting for her. To see her T’Challa struggle to carry the burden their father left behind in a position he wasn’t supposed to hold for many more decades, at least.

Within moments, everything Shuri had ever known was torn from her gentle hands. Her father, her family, her pride. How ashamed he would be if he knew of the coward he’d raised. He died, and everyone else assumed the roles they were expected to fill. Everyone except Shuri. 

She ran away from her country, from feelings and emotions she wasn’t quite ready to process, to a new world where everybody was fascinated by her. 

They all knew of Shuri Udaku. Her name held meaning and status, especially when you threw “Princess” in front of it. Her accent was captivating; everybody wanted to hear her speak, as if she had something to say. Her brain was brilliant, thinking up new gadgets and inventions not even her professors could comprehend.

“They know my name,” Shuri responded thickly. “They don’t know me.”

They didn’t bother to. Being able to say ‘I go to school with the princess of Wakanda’ got them far enough. No need to actually know the princess.

“Wow, nigga. That was deep.”

Shuri turned slightly to face the smaller girl, unamusement swimming in her vision. She didn’t grace Riri with a response, though she wanted to chastise her for the slur she used so casually. Instead, she stood to face Riri fully, stepping directly in her path to stop her from going any further.

A smirk danced across Shuri’s lips as she tucked her hands away into her pockets. Her eyes drifted upwards before she spoke again, unable to meet the question behind Riri’s stare. “There’s some party happening over in East Campus tonight. You tryna go?” Nerves bounced around in Shuri’s abdomen, fluttering like butterflies as she awaited a response. Butterflies! Like she was a damn American high school girl with a crush. 

Shuri had only ever had one crush in her life. It was many, many years ago, on a girl who interned in her lab back in Wakanda. It was the first time Shuri had ever felt those little flutters in her stomach. 

She’d run home, straight to her brother. “It must be an illness, right? I’m dying! These are my final days-”  

He’d held up a hand to his little sister while the other hand attempted- and failed- to wipe away the smile hidden behind his lips. “Slow down, Shuri, slow down! You are not dying.”

“I must be! My stomach is turning over itself, and it only happens when Sade is around, and-”

“Does your heart beat a little bit faster?”

“Yes! And-”

“And your cheeks grow hot, and you feel nervous. Like you will stumble over your words and freeze?”

Tears welled in a young Shuri’s eyes as her panic grew. “Am I dying?”

T’Challa stood over his little sister, his laughter finally breaking free. “You are not dying. You have a crush.”

“A crush?”

Mhm, he hummed. “You like Sade.”

“I like Sade?” Shuri whispered, trailing off.

“Yes-” T’Challa started, but Shuri spoke first.

“I can not like Sade.”

His brows furrowed together, and he put his hands on her shoulders, his tone shifting as he bent at the waist. “Why not?”

Shuri’s long braids swung with a vibrant force as she shook her head back and forth. “Because Sade is a girl.”

“And?”

“And I am a girl-”

Several beats of silence passed between the siblings before T’Challa spoke again, riddled with confusion. “And-?” 

Shuri stilled, turning her brother’s words over and over again in her mind, inspecting them as though they held the answer she searched for. Their father had married their mother. T’Challa was sneaking off with Nakia, though they thought no one knew. Her liking Sade wouldn’t fit the status quo. It couldn’t be.

He could read the bemusement on his sister’s features. He lowered to her level, looking her in the eyes with a profound sincerity. “Shuri, it is okay for you to like a girl. It’s okay for you to love a girl if that’s what you feel.”

“Is it?” She sounded so small, so scared. “Nobody else does, and I don’t want to be different. Ubhuti, I don’t want to be wrong.”

Brother and sister, standing together with broken hearts at Shuri’s confession. T’Challa inhaled deeply, his lungs collecting what seemed like all the air in the room to hold his tears at bay before responding. “You will never be wrong, my Shuri. You are only wrong if you hide yourself, allow yourself to live a life of unhappiness because of what is ‘right’.” He paused, allowing his words to sink in. “Have you ever felt this way over a boy?”

Shuri’s “no” in response was meek.

“Then this is what is right for you, usisi. It is right, and that makes you right, just the way you are.”

He stood back to his full height, demanding Shuri’s eyes to flit up to follow his figure as the tears rolled down her face. “And for you to be this country’s genius, Bast Shuri, you’re oblivious as hell.” His humorous tone returned, permeating the space as he headed toward the exit. 

Shuri’s jaw dropped, a chuckle escaping through her sobs. “And what do you mean by that?” She demanded after him, the bass and confidence returning to her voice.

He turned smoothly, walking backwards out of the doorway. “Aneka and Ayo, Shuri? Sure they would love to hear how you just declared yourself the only lesbian in Wakanda.” And with that, he was gone.

“Aneka and Ayo?” Shuri questioned with a whisper. Realization washed over her all at once, chilling her nerves and turning her cries to a crow. “ANEKA AND AYO?!”

Riri’s response to Shuri was a smart-ass one, but the poor girl was genuinely puzzled. “Do I want to go to the public party that’s taking place on the campus of the college that I pay to attend? Did I need an invite?”

Shuri couldn’t do anything but blink down at the girl standing before her. It took too many moments for the Princess to realize Riri’s question was real, and when she did, laughter charged her belly as the butterflies flew away. “Really, Ri? You gon make me ask?”

“Ask what, nigga?”

All it took was one tiny step for Shuri to enter into Riri’s personal space. She stood too close, with Riri’s breasts barely grazing Shuri’s abdomen through her loose top. Riri’s breathing hitched, but she didn’t move away; instead, she leaned forward a bit to beckon Shuri closer.

Shuri bowed until her lips were right next to Riri’s studded ear. “You gon stop calling me that,” she whispered loud enough for just the two of them to hear, as though they were sharing a secret.

Before Riri could regather her wits, Shuri was already standing upright once again, not moving to put any space between them.  “Do you want to go to the party with me?”

A thick silence suspended between the two girls like a fog until Riri’s shaky voice dissipated it. “Like a date?”

Dimples decorated Shuri’s cheeks, a too goofy grin threatening to plaster itself onto her face. Instead, she rolled her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down hard, an action that Riri’s hypnotized gaze followed. “Yeah, Ri. Like a date.”

The butterflies returned, swarming Shuri’s intestines as she waited for Riri to respond. She wished so badly that reading minds were a part of her powerset. Ri had perfected her poker face long before she met the princess, a skill she’d learned from her father after losing one too many games. She was a master at masking her expression to give away her thoughts.

“Why me?”

The question threw Shuri for a loop, and she blinked hard, unsure of how to react.

“What you mean ‘why you’?”

Riri was tense, eyes downcast like she was embarrassed. Shuri finally untucked a hand from her pocket, slipping it beneath Riri’s chin and guiding her head back up until their visions aligned. “Why wouldn’t it be you, Ri?”

This tender shit had Riri’s nerves vibrating. Her body’s natural reaction was to flee and escape what her heart was reaching out for. She tried to take a step back, to bolt from the suffocating atmosphere surrounding them both, but Shuri’s next question left Riri immobile.

“I told you we was gon go together, didn’t I?”

It was a memory Riri hadn’t been able to ignore. It slipped back into her mind with ease, just like it had in her dreams for several nights before. 

The recollection was hazy due to their inebriated state at the time, but the feeling was genuine. It caused a low warmth to start in her middle and crawl all the way down to her toes, taking her voice with it; she could only nod her retort. 

Shuri’s touch parted from Riri’s chin to wrap around her shoulders, joining the other hand that was hiding away in her pocket. “Good, I’ll pick you up at 9.”

Riri rediscovered her words then, and with a smile she couldn’t bite back, stretching across her face from ear to ear, she declared, “I’ll be ready at 10.”

The drink in Riri’s hand was rancid. “You mixed this shit?” She shouted over the music thumping through the house, hammering at the foundation. 

Shuri rolled her eyes, curls dancing along to the beat as she swayed. “Yep!” She called out in response, plucking the cup out of Riri’s hand and taking a mouthful before the taste even had time to register on her tongue. “Just how I like it!” 

“That type of shit gon put some hair on your chest, nigga!”

“Nah, you just drink that weak shit! Might as well be drinking a juicebox,” Shuri downed the remaining drops of the red solo, tossing it to the sea of other empty cups that already littered the floor. She threw an arm around Ri’s neck, guiding her to the kitchen and bending to ear level to speak at a tone that wouldn’t strain her voice. “That’s okay, though. Imma fix that shit.”

The kitchen island was packed tightly with bottles, both light and dark, some half empty, others untouched. Shuri plucked two fresh cups and filled them with a bit of whatever was within her reach. She took one for herself and handed the other to Ri. “Take a sip. Loosen the fuck up.”

She threw back the liquid like it was water, waiting for Riri to do the same. 

The damn thing burned as soon as it touched Ri’s tongue and she hesitated for a second too long before swallowing. It scorched her throat going down, and the cough that followed was robust. Shuri was already refilling the cup, shaking her head in disappointment. “You took that like a bitch.”

“Nigga, fuck you-”

Shuri thrust the cup back into Riri’s hands. “Do it again.”

The fire in Riri’s throat was now in her eyes. “Why the fuck would I-”

“Because you know you can do better than that weak shit,” Shuri’s words silenced Ri. “Again,” she instructed.

Riri downed the liquid again, trying and failing to contain the coughing fit that followed. Shuri had already refilled the cup once more.”Kwakhona.”

Riri did it again, and again, and again. The burn in her esophagus spread, settling in her chest. Her buzz was building, blurring her vision and relaxing every knot in her neck. “Again,” Shuri said for the sixth time, boredom lacing her tone.

This time, it did go down like water, pooling in Riri’s chest with a burn, but no cough. Shuri took the cup back out of Riri’s hands slowly, with a smile that made more than Riri’s chest hot. “Good girl.”

Riri froze, stuck in a trance from those two little words. Her glossed-over eyes were glued to the Wakandan royal, mouth hanging open. Shuri’s head fell back as her face broke into two with a smile that spread across it. “What, you ain’ never been called that before?”

The ringing of Shuri’s laughter snapped Riri free, and she shook off the remaining nerves. “So what now?”

Shuri set her empty cup down on the only vacant spot left on the counter and stepped forward. Slipping her hand into Riri’s felt too easy, like it was already a habit. She tugged on it gently, lacing their fingers together and leading Riri out of the kitchen. “Now, we dance.”  

Riri had a stupid grin on her pretty face, and it spread to Shuri’s like a disease. “Nigga, who dancing?”

“You telling me you don’t dance?”

“What kinda dancing you want?” Riri countered, letting her body sway with the bass that filled the room. The concoction of alcohol spiked through her system, her muscles slacking, and her brain long gone.

Shuri had just as much liquor pumping through her blood, if not more, though she wasn’t sure she could blame her dizziness on the drinks. It had to be the smaller girl standing before her. Her clothing was simple: a pair of low-rise black cargo pants that hung dangerously low and a white cropped top. The gold chain around her neck couldn’t be worth much, and her braids had gone a bit fuzzy around the edges due to sweat, but goddamn, it pained Shuri to look away. 

The moment she did, her eyes landed on a petite girl across the room who seemed to have gathered the attention of every partygoer in attendance. She danced like no body else mattered, and a handful of niggas had embarrassed themselves trying to keep up.

Riri’s blurry vision followed Shuri’s, sharing the view. “Damn,” Riri whispered, not realizing her body had gone limp and was now leaning against the princess. Shuri gave in, pressing her front against Riri’s back, their hands still intertwined, when a lightbulb went off atop the genius’s head. 

The frizzy curls that swung in her face bobbed with the slight nod she gave. “Go,” Shuri spoke lowly, lips brushing against the shape of Riri’s ear.

“Go?” she questioned, unable to comprehend Shuri’s command. 

Riri stifled a drunken whine when she felt Shuri’s hand fall from her own. “Go. Catch it,” Shuri said, pressing her delicate fingertips into the curve of Riri’s back to urge her forward.

“What? You some type of exhibitionist?” Riri wondered aloud as her foot took the tiniest step in the direction of the dancing vixen.

Shuri’s gaze lowered, and her plump bottom lip rolled between her teeth. “Hamba.”

“Nigga, I don’t know what you just said, but I’m going, I’m going,” Riri sloppily raised her arm to shoo Shuri off before turning her back on the Wakandan fully. "Watch and learn, niggas!”

Arms crossed and tongue swiping across her lips, Shuri stood back, surveying the reaction of the room as Riri took center stage. With one arm up and her body bent to fit the other girl’s body just perfectly, Ri was letting loose just as Shuri had asked. 

For Riri, it was a night of drunken mischief; for Shuri, it was a test. An exercise of discipline, if you will. How long would Shuri be able to stay idle and just watch before her muscles moved on their own to claim the person she’d had on her mind for weeks?

Shuri watched, stuck in a daze with a slick smirk pasted on her face. She counted the seconds that passed, waiting for the ugly feeling of jealousy to creep its way in.

But it never came. The only emotion Shuri could feel through her inebriated state was pride. It billowed in her chest, watching Riri be able to let go and have fun in a way she’d yet to see in the small girl.

In the brief weeks that they’d known one another, the two lonely souls had found happiness. It was the type of joy that they only felt when the other was around, despite being around everyone else. It was just the two of them.

Riri and Shuri. 

The noise of the party started to drift, growing fainter the further their footsteps took them in the opposite direction. 

Shuri’s arm was thrown over Riri’s shoulder, more for support than affection. The alcohol still in their systems was weighing heavily on their muscles as they trekked slowly through the night. 

“Where we goin', Ri?” Shuri slurred sloppily.

Riri snickered, a loud and awkward sound intruding on their silence. “Nigga, you sound stupid,” she swirled over her words just as badly as Shuri had.

“I’m smarter than you, though,” Shuri shot back, leaning further into Riri’s small frame.

“Shidd, I’d be a genius too if I had my country’s taxes funding my projects.”

Shuri stopped abruptly, causing poor Riri to stumble from the jerky movement. She was heading straight for the ground, her reaction time inebriated with the rest of her, until a slender hand wrapped around her torso before her pretty brown face could kiss concrete, pulling her back upright.

“Eh?” Shuri questioned once Riri was standing on her own two feet once more. “I could fund every single one of your projects, Ri, and you still wouldn’t hold a candle to me.”

Riri’s brows jumped to her hairline as shock spread its way across her face in a devious grin. “Oh word? That a promise, baby?” The pair kept walking in the moonlight, the air surrounding them light and measured. 

“I’d almost rather you call me the slur-” Shuri started, steps slowing as they approached a large metal door locked with a deadbolt. “Riri, where we at?”

She was met without a response. It took all of Riri’s focus and energy to bend at the waist and grab the lock in her small hands, reaching into her pocket to fish out the key.

“I don’t do breaking and entering, Ri-”

“Nigga, will you shut up?” Riri put the key into the mechanism, turning it until she heard the satisfying click. “How we gon break into something I own?”

“You own?” Shuri followed Riri into the space, eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. “What the hell is this?”

“My garage,” Riri responded, flipping various switches to encase the entire room in LED lights.

A whiteboard full of indecipherable scribbles took up much of the area. Next to it sat a desk below a sea of scattered papers that extended onto the couch behind the desk. In the distance, Shuri could make out the outline of a car collecting dust.

“Your garage?”

Mhm, Riri hummed, sweeping the sheets off the couch and onto the floor. A loud huff escaped her lungs as she collapsed onto the cushions. “This where my genius comes to life.” 

Shuri made her way towards Riri, dropping into the seat beside her. Her eyes were scanning the room in awe, from one thing to the next. “You built all this?”

“Hell nah,” Ri started, throwing her little legs into Shuri’s lap as she sat back, leaning her head against the side of the armrest. “I built some of it.” She pointed to the papers beneath them. “Blueprints, schematics, calculations.” Her finger trailed over to the scraps of metal in the opposite corner. “I collected those from a few junk yards around the city. Some of them are thrown out by the university,” She shook her head. “They don’t even know how much shit they wasting.”

Shuri nodded towards the car in the distance behind them. “And that?”

A tone of somberness cast itself onto Riri’s face as she met Shuri’s gaze. “It was my pop’s car,” she stated quietly. She turned to face the vehicle fully, and Shuri could almost see the memory playing out behind Riri’s eyes. “Me and him would spend summers rebuilding it. Man, it took us so long just to get the damn thing running,” she recalled with a light laugh. “I had to beg to drive it once I finally got my license, and for months after that. I wasn’t ever allowed to take it out the driveway.” Shuri could see the tears swell, and she sat with Riri in her grief, wondering if she would let them fall. “I finally got to ride it around the block with him, the night before he got shot,” she gulped hard, trying to swallow past the lump in her throat. “Ma dukes drove it here for move-in day. Said he woulda wanted me to have it.”

“You drove it since that night?” Shuri asked, tightening her hold around Riri’s legs in her lap.

“Nah,” she shook her head sharply, blowing out a steady stream of air. “Can’t bring myself to.”

Shuri nodded in understanding. “Speaking of cars,” she said plainly, “We gotta go back for mine tomorrow.”

Riri smiled at Shuri, grateful for the space to talk about her father and move on.

“And the second date is for you to plan.”

“Who said you get a second date?”

Shuri slipped her hand under Riri’s thighs, pulling her legs to either side of her body until Ri was straddling the princess. 

Riri relaxed into this new position, sitting fully so her cheeks were pressed into the top of Shuri’s thighs. “You saying I don’t get a second date?” Shuri asked, head thrown back into the couch, and hooded eyes swimming with want.

“Nigga, stop looking at me like that,” Riri’s head swung to the right, trying to avoid Shuri’s gaze. It was doing something to her that Ri was scared to explore further. 

Shuri didn’t tear her eyes away from the pretty girl sitting on her, and the butterflies were back with a vengeance. She pushed past them, grabbing Riri’s hand and planting a kiss on the palm. “I don’t get a second date, Riri?”

Riri’s free hand rose to cover the blush that was spreading across her face, until Shuri took hold of that hand and kissed it as well. “Ri?” She asked gently.

“Yes, Shuri,” Riri mumbled so low, the panther couldn’t hear.

“Speak up, sana,” Shuri said, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth and using Riri’s captured hands to pull her closer. They were face to face with Riri’s breasts pressed into Shuri’s, only separated by their thin tops. Shuri guided Riri’s hands to lock behind her head, while her own tattooed hands rested on Riri’s lower back, tracing small circles into the exposed skin. 

They were glued together, entranced by one another. Riri leaned forward even further, her lips hovering over Shuri’s, tracing out the word “yes” once more. 

Shuri pulled back, not allowing Riri to take the kiss she so desperately wanted. “Yes, what, Ri?”

Riri’s bright brown eyes rolled, heavy annoyance rushing through her system. “Are you fucking forreal?”

Shuri shrugged, tightening her grip around Riri’s waist. “I wanna hear you say it.” She rested her forehead against Ri’s, waiting.

Riri’s nerves were buzzing, and she was sure this moment had sobered her up. “Yes, Shuri, you get a second date,” she finally admitted after a stare-off with the princess. She leaned in, attempting to claim the kiss she so badly needed, but Shuri pulled away again.

“Ugh, nigga, what now?” Riri shouted angrily, ready to jump out of Shuri’s lap and say fuck it.

“And?” Shuri asked, ignoring Riri’s outburst.

“And? Fuck more do you want?”

“I get a second date, and you gotta plan it,” Shuri reminded her.

If looks could kill, Shuri would have been six feet under, and then some. 

“Shuri fucking Udaku-”

“That is not how my mother intended my name be used when she gave it to me-”

“Shuri if you don’t fucking kiss me-”

“Y’know what, Ion really like hearing my name come outta your mouth at all,” Shuri said, sitting up fully, arms still around Riri to keep her from shifting,

“What the fuck else am I supposed to call you?” Riri asked, fully irritated at this point.

Shuri’s lips curved into a too-sexy smirk, her brows wiggling at Riri seductively. “Call me daddy,” she instructed with a squeeze to Riri’s ass seated so prettily in her lap.

Riri swung one leg to the floor, preparing to stand and walk away from the girl underneath her. “Yeah, nigga, you don lost your goddamn mind-”

“Wait,” Shuri’s laughter pissed Riri off further, and she hopped off the panther’s lap entirely, turning on her heel to spend her attention elsewhere. 

It didn’t take much effort for Shuri to reach out and grab Ri’s arm, pulling her back. Before Riri could protest, Shuri had her lifted from the ground and seated atop sheets of foreign formulas on her desk. 

Ri’s legs spread on their own, allowing Shuri to step between them with one hand placed on each side of her. “Ight, ma, I’m done,” Shuri spilled her apologies sloppily, pleading with Riri for forgiveness. “I still get that second date?”

Riri’s arms were crossed in front of her, a pretty pout poking out her bottom lip. “Yeah, Shuri, you still get that second date,” she stated easily. Her want for a kiss overtook her want to drag out her anger.

“And?” Shuri pressed her luck, digging her fingers into Riri’s waist, sliding her across the desk, their bodies so close, they were practically one. Papers floated to the ground like snow, going ignored.

“And I’ll plan it, nigga, damn,” Riri admitted with a grumble, followed by an eye roll so large it could be seen from Wakanda.

Shuri didn’t try to contain the smile that overtook her features or the way her heart swelled for the young genius in front of her. The butterflies surged, and she didn’t try to push them away. 

“My girl,” she whispered, finally pressing her lips to Ri’s in the kiss they’d craved all night.

[lyricficrecs]

ꜱʜᴜʀɪ ᴡ/ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Characters: MCU!Shuri Udaku x Black!GN!Reader

Type: Headcanons

Synopsis: It’s summer vacation, and Riri finally convinces Shuri to come to Chicago for it! However, there’s not enough sunscreen in the world that will prepare Shuri for the onslaught of heat she’s about to endure…

Warnings: vague mention of nudity (you’re changing after your shower and shuri accidentally walks in on you), mentions of cursing, vague mention of a fight, summer fling-esque type vibe until it’s not

A/N: I read some college!au shuri hc’s a while ago and I can’t for the life of me remember who wrote them, but lawd the thoughts that have been swirling in my brain because of them….yall might as well just read it.

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The first time Shuri meets you is when she finally succumbs to Riri’s pleas of visiting, and decides to help the young engineer move out of her dorm for the summer. Riri does make a point to slightly mention you, but she can be forgetful at times, and this time may have caused a slight kerfuffle.

Majority of the room was packed in boxes, save for a couple of bags you and Riri had left out with some clothes to change into day of the move, alongside other necessities. Needless to say, Riri forgot you had went to take a shower, and when she came up with Shuri and the princess saw you in low hung sweatpants and your shirt half on, it might have taken Bast herself from keeping Shuri from running out of the room in pure embarrassment.

You definitely scolded Riri, cuz really, how could she be so absent minded? It certainly wasn't the first time a situation like that had occurred…at certain times you thought she was doing it on purpose to try and put you on with someone, but no - homegirl is just scatterbrained as hell.

Shuri didn’t talk much around you at first. She wanted to feel you out, judge for herself if you were a friend or foe. Your personality was similar to Riri’s, if not a bit more rugged from the street influence that still held a grip on you. You had a sailor’s tongue that she wasn’t all too familiar with, but the way you spoke without a care in the world was something she found endearing.

Shuri admitted that her sta in Chicago was made more enjoyable with your presence.You made her laugh in a way that she hadn’t been able to in so long. Besides Riri, you sympathized with her in a way that made her feel human, and not like some royal child expected to take up the throne or some crazy scientist expected to delve into her work like she did previously.

She also admits that the casual dominance that you performed with her had a bit of influence on her as well. You always put it under the guise of ‘You’re new here, it’s easy to get lost in the city.’ as if she hasn’t lived in a technologically advanced metropolis her whole life. Yet when you’d offer her your jacket when she was cold, or guide her with a hand on the small of her back, or allow her to snuggle into your side on the couch whenever the two of you were near; Shuri just knew that there was something…more there.

There would be longing stares after having one too many shots on your end, where you’d sit and watch Shuri as she spoke to Riri or another close friend of the two of you, and you’d wonder how it would be like to wake up to her in the morning, how her lips would feel against yours, wondering how far you could take this little unspoken arrangement before a boundary had to be set.

Shuri’s smart, so she doesn’t miss these kinds of stares. They make her flustered, her chest feels warm and fuzzy, her stomach churning with yearning. But she’s still in that part of grieving where everyone must stay at arm's length, because as quickly as one could enter her life, they could leave, and Shuri was still repairing the damage dealt to her from her family’s passing.

So the two of you engaged in this unspoken romance, this platonic intimacy where you’d hold her close on a walk in the neighborhood, and she’d cook some Wakandan food for you (and Riri, since she’s there as well and she’d never forget her friend, but Shuri has you in mind when she’s cooking); where you’d braid her hair for her before a night out and she patches you up after getting into a fight with a hater, who ended up much worse than you and your couple of scratches and bruises.

For the three months of summer vacation, everything seemed perfect. Too good to be true. You had this beautiful woman who woke you up via facetime calls almost every morning, and you had the privilege of witnessing the side of Wakanda’s last standing royal that no one else got to see - not even Riri. The ghosting touches and stolen kisses became something you craved more and more, but for her sake, you held back.

Alas, the blissful unnamed summer romance had to end at some point. You and Riri would be returning to school, and Shuri had business to attend to back home. It was a bittersweet end to a romance that never made it past the talking stage, both of you wanting so much more but held back by your responsibilities…

Unless, a certain engineer can pull some strings to get her oblivious friends to see just how hopelessly in love they are for each other.

[lyricficrecs]

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ for you, i’ll try

Pairing - shuri/black fem!reader

Word Count - 9k (listen…)

Contains - smut (18+), dom!shuri, sub!reader, fingering, thigh riding, cunnilingus, strap on, kimoyo bead sex toy, degradation, choking, throat fucking, angst (reader is really going through it), minimal fluff (if you squint real damn hard), cheating, mean!shuri, fuckgirl!shuri, crybaby!reader (she cries like 90% of the story, but cut her some slack lolll)

Key Words - nkosazana (princess), sthandwa (baby)

Divider From - @firefly-graphics

Sneak Peak - You weren’t even exactly sure how you got in this position; pinned to the wall, completely under Shuri’s dominion. Your intention was to visit Shuri and talk to her about the problems you were having with your girlfriend, Kiyahnna. But Shuri was starting to get aggravated, annoyed with the way you consistently ran back to Kiyahnna even though she treated you so poorly. She was sick of hearing you rant and complain about problems you were too afraid to run away from when all she wanted was to shut your pretty mouth up and put it to good use

Song Vibes - get even (dvsn)

Tags - @inmyheadimobsessed @abenomeiiii @amplifiedmoan @heejayy @shurismainbxtch @shuriszn @shurislover @naomis-daydream @prettymrswright @pinkwright @gardenof-venus @vys-intentions @tiii-iiiiii @vampzxi @zayswriting @chunkybabygorl

Writers Note: I was definitely heavily inspired by @inmyheadimobsessed and “Lies About How I Hate You”, Lyric really ate that up and left all of us speechless!! Shout out to you boo. This is for the WHORES.

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ The room around you fades into a blur, your breathless pants becoming more and more agonizing as you find yourself pinned to the wall beneath Shuri’s menacing demeanor. Her palm firmly placed around your throat had you squirming, your face melting into your pleasure as Shuri played with your pussy over the fabric of your yoga pants. Her fingers glided through your juicy slit, causing the thick spandex to graze your clit. A pitiful moan to escaped your throat and Shuri grinned in pride, her perfect teeth subtly piercing through her salivating lips.

You weren’t even exactly sure how you got in this position; pinned to the wall, completely under Shuri’s dominion. Your intention was to visit Shuri and talk to her about the problems you were having with your girlfriend, Kiyahnna. But Shuri was starting to get aggravated, annoyed with the way you consistently ran back to Kiyahnna even though she treated you so poorly. She was sick of hearing you rant and complain about problems you were too afraid to run away from when all she wanted was to shut your pretty mouth up and put it to good use.

Your trailing thoughts were interrupted as Shuri playfully hoisted you up by your throat, leaving you on your tippy toes as the oxygen struggled to enter your confined lungs. Your moans became heavier as she pushed further into your clit, sending a wave of heat beating through the nerves that surround it.

“Shuri,” you moaned, unable to withhold the feeling coursing from the pit of your stomach down to your soaking cunt. Shuri said nothing with her mouth but her eyes told the story. They were hungry, provoking, her eyebrows furrowing together as she slipped her hand underneath your yoga pants and panties. She did not strip you down, you were still fully clothed, but something about the feeling of Shuri toying with you while you were completely covered made you throb. She slid her fingers down your slit once more, and she cursed at the feeling of your bare flesh.

“Fuck, y/n.”

“Sh-Shuri.”

“Yes princess, just like that. Say my name. I wanna hear it.” She took her middle and ring fingers and pushed them into your snug entrance. You were tight, and you clenched around her as she pushed further into you. You were still on your tippy toes, upheld by Shuri’s tattooed-choking hand. She pushed and pushed, your inner lining began to spasm as she rubbed against you. Your moans were so soft yet soiled with impurity as you looked directly into Shuri’s eyes.

“You’re so fucking tight, y/n, damn. Are you always this tight?”

“Shuri.”

You couldn’t answer, her aggressive thrusts forbade you. Shuri loosened her grip around your throat, allowing your feet to fully come back to the ground. It wasn’t too long before you realized she had completely stopped moving her fingers, and you were just riding her out as she watched and enjoyed the sight and sound of you. You slammed onto her a few more times, finally liberating your fluids all over Shuri’s hand and your brand new yoga pants.

“Shuri, oh my god, oh my god, Shuri. Mmmm. Yeah.”

She removed her hand from your wet pussy, licking her hand clean and your hole tightened at the sight.

“You taste good,” she beamed, leaning into you as she took your lips onto hers. “Bet it tastes better if you spill directly in my mouth.” You gave into her kiss completely, wrapping your arms around her neck as she gripped your waist. Her hold was addicting, a whiff of nicotine you found yourself breathing in. But the feeling didn’t last long. You remembered who you were, who she was, and you were forcefully brought back to your miserable reality. “Shit,” you curse, immediately freeing yourself of Shuri’s grasp.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice stained with an overwhelming flush of self-confidence.

“I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have done that.” You became suffocated as you choked down your pathetic cries. Your stomach knotted in guilt as you remembered you had a girlfriend to go home too. A terrible, emotionally neglectful girlfriend, but still your girlfriend nonetheless.

“Then where should you be? Back home with that bitch who’s cheating on you?”

“We don’t know that,” you snapped, gathering your things as you prepared to head back home.

“We do. You’re just annoyingly in denial.”

You paused, inhaling deeply as you continued to fight the tears that were itching to escape your tear ducts. Shuri was your friend, even though there was always an undeniable tension between the two of you that screamed at you everytime you saw her. You and Shuri’s friendship was always of the complicated sort. She would tease you, pick on you, and borderline bully you on a daily basis but there was an enchantment to her presence you couldn’t ignore. She was charming, seductive, yet you refused to give into whatever emotions played tug-of-war with you and ruin both your relationship and your friendship. It didn’t help that Shuri was who she was. She was notorious for being a ‘fuck-girl’, claiming whoever she felt like, whenever she felt like it. She enjoyed messing around, and it was the complete opposite of what you were looking for. You wanted love and affection. Shuri wanted a good time and you refused to become one of her play-things.

“Shuri…I’m gonna go home.” You approached the exit of her condo but got pulled back in as she quickly grabbed your wrist.

“Let me see you tomorrow?,” she hummed, her eyes high on sex.

You hesitated for a moment, getting lost in her depths as you’re sure a lot of girls did. And that thought alone is enough to pull you back out of her perpetual trance.

“Good night Shuri,” you reply, releasing yourself from her grasp as you make your way out.

Your drive back home was intentionally slow. The drive itself was all too familiar for you, driving from your house to Shuri’s and back again, you could probably do it with your eyes closed. But this time, you were coming back to your bed racked with guilt; guilt you know shouldn’t even be there considering the shit Kiyahnna puts you through on a daily basis but you couldn’t help but feel it.

“Fuck y/n,” you whispered to yourself, hating the way you kept replaying Shuri’s touch over and over again in your mind. She was incredibly skillful and the thought of her made your stomach flutter.

“Fuck.”

---

As you approach the driveway, you notice Kiyahnna’s car isn’t there, but this was no surprise to you. The argument you had before you ran to Shuri’s comfort was ugly, uglier than normal. You made your way inside, stepping foot into the empty house and you felt a sense of relief wash over you. The fact that she wasn’t there almost absolved all feelings of guilt because you knew, deep down, Shuri was right. Your girlfriend was cheating on you. The tears you so strongly held back earlier came rushing down without fault. You cried silently as you got ready for bed, allowing yourself this moment of heartbreak in a space where neither Shuri or Kiyahnna could see you. Your bed was comfier than most nights and you weren’t sure if it was because you were sleeping alone tonight or if it was because of Shuri’s message she sent you.

*Hey baby, can you come over tomorrow? We need to talk*

You let the text sit for a bit, not wanting to give Shuri the pride of seeing you text back immediately.

*I have work tomorrow Shuri, I can’t do anything*

*After work?*

You can’t help but let out a cheeky smile.

*Fine. I’ll be there at 6*

*I’ll see you*

*Goodnight Shuri*

*Goodnight*

---

You woke up to an empty bed, the catalyst to a painfully slow day. The hours dragged and you weren’t certain if it made you miserable or thankful. Most likely a bit of both. Once you made it home, you were startled at the sight of Kiyahnna sitting on the couch, as if she was waiting for you to arrive. Your stomach dropped, a result of seeing how good she looked and remembering what she was doing behind your back. She walked over to you, bringing you in for a hug as if she forgot the messy argument you had not even 24 hours ago.

“How’s my girl?,” she asks, the scent of her cologne taking over each and every one of your senses. You hadn’t accused her of cheating directly to her face just yet, you wanted to be 100% sure before you ever did such a thing. You linger in her hold, granting yourself permission to feel her fabricated embrace.

“I’m okay,” you reply, your face seeping into her shoulder. “I’m leaving though. I’ll be back later.”

“What? Where the fuck are you going now?” Her voice was already starting to become aggressive, and you sighed in hurtful frustration.

“I’m just meeting with some friends for dinner, I’ll be back soon,” you lie.

“I haven't seen my girl for hours and she’s already leaving me?”

“Ki just…you haven’t seen me because you didn’t come home last night after we had that big fight that you’re for some reason pretending didn’t happen.” You spat your words out with attitude, leveling yourself to her playing field even though you both knew you would crack if she even slightly raised her voice at you.

“Tf are you accusing me of, y/n?” And just like that, whatever feelings of content you felt even for a brief moment completely washed away.

“I’m not doing this right now Ki, I’m leaving. I’ll be back later.”

She let go of you in irritation, slouching back into the couch. For a moment, you almost remembered what life was like when things between you two were ok, amazing actually. When you would help her maintain her locs you adore so much, when she would tickle you until you could no longer breathe, when you would sink into her grasp and the smell of her was enough to get you naked; but all of that was gone now. Nothing but a mere memory of something that will no longer be. You began to break as the memories pounded into you like a heavy weight, your tears no longer able to withhold themselves, and that was your signal to leave immediately.

“Love you babe,” she said before you stepped foot out the door. Her tone was simple, holding absolutely no meaning behind the words she tossed around like it was easy.

“Love you Ki.” Your tone was the same.

---

Before you step foot into Shuri’s condo, you fix your appearance in your rear view mirror, reapplying your gloss and making sure your false lashes haven’t grown damp after your crying. You pat down your face with powder, absorbing any evidence that you’re a crybaby so Shuri wouldn’t have anything to tease you about. Once you feel presentable enough, you make your way up, hesitating to knock on her door after last night's encounter but you proceed anyway. Shuri opens the door and you get lost in her for a split moment before her harsh tone pulls you back out.

“You gonna come in or what?”

“Sorry, I just…I don’t know.”

She raises an eyebrow in confusion and it frustrates you. Your evening with her has just begun and already she’s acting as if last night didn’t happen. You roll your eyes at her, taking a step inside and gasping at what you see. A candlelit dinner awaited you, and the sight was almost laughable. Shuri? Being romantic? You chuckled under your breath, hoping it wasn’t loud enough for her to hear but Shuri always had ears of a panther.

“What? Shit, is it not good enough?”

You paused, sulking in the effort she put into the presentation before you. A small dinner, enough for two, and Shuri was always a great cook. The candles were spread evenly around the small table, lighting up the corner of her condo. It’s not that you didn’t appreciate her endeavors, it was just the thought of Shuri, the biggest fuck-girl you know and your best friend, putting together a romantic dinner for two was a funny image placed in your head. A confusing one as well. You turned around to face her, mere concern painted on her beautiful face. You weren’t sure whether to comfort her in her worry or cuss her out for blatantly trying to move around the fact that her fingers were inches in your cunt not too long ago. You settled for something in between.

“Shuri…what are you doing?”

“I’m spending time with you…are we not allowed to do that?,” she replies in feign ignorance.

“Shuri…”

“Fine…I just…you were heartbroken yesterday and I felt bad for not comforting you like I should have, even though it’s you who keeps running back to her, so I really don’t even know why I’m apologizing.”

Even in her apology, there was no mention of what happened, but you quickly came to the conclusion that that was the closest thing you were getting to a real apology, so you left it at that for now. You gave her a smile, as you both took your seats at her table. You noticed a detail in her kitchen that you haven’t paid much attention to before, even though you have set foot into her space more times than you could ever recall.

“I’ve never seen someone have a mirror placed above their island countertop before. It looks nice.”

“You’ve been here how many times and you’re just noticing it now?,” she laughs.

“To be fair, I’ve never really used your island before.”

She chuckles, taking a bite into her food and you do the same. It was delicious, but you weren’t expecting anything less because, as you said, Shuri was an incredible cook. The next twenty minutes were filled with your normal conversations, but the elephant in the room was gnawing at your stomach to the point you could not take it anymore. It was mind baffling, seeing her laugh and eat as if last night was nothing but a mistake. Not that it wasn’t a mistake but it also wasn’t unintentional.

“Shuri, I can’t just act like last night didn’t happen,” you say, your gut immediately twisting at the way she paused her eating. She looked at you for a brief moment before proceeding to cut into her steak.

“I can.” She placed the steak in her mouth, chewing as she eyed you provocatively and you can’t tell if her reply pissed you off or made you want to cry; neither was acceptable because both meant you cared about what she thought. Your throat closed in as you swallowed down emotions you truly wish you did not have.

“Kiyahna ever tell you how pretty you look when you’re being fingered?”

Your heart skipped a beat and pushed it right back into your pussy.

“Or how pathetically pretty you sound when you moan?”

Another beat.

“Shuri, Shuri, Shuri,” she imitated you, laughing as she took another bite of her food. Your face was boiling both in anger and embarrassment. You felt used as you smothered the tears fighting to come out.

“Are you gonna cry?”

“No.”

“Goodness. You really are a fucking crybaby.”

“I knew last night was a mistake,” you spat between tears. You quickly remove yourself from the table, eager to make an exit from Shuri’s presence.

“Y/n, don’t be like that, baby. Get back here, I’m sorry…kinda.”

You scoff, shamefully shedding tears as you attempt to make your way out the door.

“Y/n.”

“Shutup!”

You open the door, and when you thought your evening couldn’t get any worse, circumstances chose to prove you ridiculously wrong. Kiyahnna was standing right at the threshold, her face soaked in disappointment.

“Ki? What…why--”

Kiyahnna aggressively made herself welcome into Shuri’s home, her eyes bulging at the sight of a candle lit dinner as Shuri sipped the wine straight from the bottle in a presumptuous manner. Shuri and Kiyahnna eyed each other, not a tint of testosterone in the room but you imagined this is what it would feel like.

“Ki…it’s not what it looks like. For real, we were just hanging out.” It wasn’t a complete lie, but it wasn’t entirely the truth either.

“Oh yeah, just hanging out with a bunch of pretty candles, dinner and wine…don’t play stupid y/n.”

You swear the lump in your throat grew big enough to block your windpipe. “No seriously, I didn’t know she was gonna do all this!”

“So what happened to ‘I’m gonna go hang with some friends’, you lying little shit.”

Shuri shifted in her seat at your girlfriend’s insult.

“I technically didn’t lie, Shuri is my friend,” you defend yourself as you begin to cry pathetically. You were never one to handle anyone raising their voice at you, even in the slightest.

“You know I don’t like this bitch, so why do you keep seeing her behind my back?”

Shuri, who has already had enough of the wretched sight, stood up from her seat. She nudged Kiyahnna in passive-aggressiveness, forcing Kiyahnna to shift her attention from you to her.

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

“Or what?”

“Shuri…don’t,” you said, not wanting to make this scene any uglier than it has to be. “We’re…we’re gonna go home now. Right baby? Let’s go home.” You attempt to take Kiyahnna’s hand and make your way out, but Shuri decides to take matters into her own hands.

“Who are you fucking behind y/n’s back?”

Kiyahnna turned around to face Shuri, fearlessly walking towards her until their faces were inches away from each other. Shuri smirked in satisfaction, backing away in pride.

“What the fuck did you say to me?”

“Oh, I think you heard me loud and clear.”

“Shuri, please.”

“Shut the fuck up, y/n. You gotta stop taking shit from this useless piece of trash who clearly doesn’t give a fuck about you.”

“And what in the hell would you know about y/n and I’s relationship???,” Kiyahnna taunts, her voice seeped in nothing but animosity and you were scared for the both of them. You knew them both all too well.

“Oh well ask your little girlfriend who comes running to me after every argument you guys have about how much she can’t fucking stand you.”

Kiyahnna shifts her attention to you once more, observing you as you break down. “No, not like that! She didn’t mean it like that, I just come to her as someone to talk to, please ju--”

“Enough y/n, stop apologizing for her shitty behaviour!”

“You know what? Fuck you Shuri. Let’s go Ki, I don’t wanna be here anymore.” You forcefully grab Kiyahnna’s hand, making your way out of Shuri’s condo with no intention of stopping for any more of Shuri’s games, but Shuri was just as adamant as you were to get what she wants.

“Your girlfriend is really fucking tight, you know that right?”

You almost swore the oxygen in the room stopped flowing as your stomach literally dropped to the soles of your feet.

“She was so tight, I could hardly tell you ever fucked her…I mean, you have fucked her right? Didn’t seem like it with the way she so easily screamed my name last night. Right baby?”

She made eye contact with you, as she eyed your body up and down, sulking in your beauty even as you were weeping uncontrollably in rage and embarrassment.

“And I didn’t even strap her down yet. Wonder how tight she’ll be then,” she states, milking out that last statement with an evil smirk. Kiyahnna wastes no time approaching Shuri and meeting her fist to her jaw with a smack so loud, your eardrums pop. You gasp, running to Kiyahnna before she causes any more damage. You grab your girlfriend, watching Shuri as she gets up with blood smeared on the left side of her sharp jaw. She smirks at you, pleased with the way she got under your girlfriend's skin.

“Fuck! You!,” you spat, your tone harsher than the words themselves. And with that, you and Kiyahnna finally made yourselves out, leaving Shuri’s presence as you bottled up the rest of your tears. Truthfully, you did not want to see Kiyahnna or Shuri ever again, but you had nowhere else to go and right now, for the first time ever, Kiyahnna was the better option.

The rest of the night was filled with the most deafening silence you had ever experienced. From the car ride, to your bed, not a word was spoken. You didn’t even attempt to explain yourself because there was no use in the matter. You were caught, and for a moment you were almost thankful for Shuri’s untimely bluntness because you couldn’t take another moment of the guilt you had for allowing Shuri to touch you the way that she did.

You had the bed to yourself tonight, and this time, it wasn’t because Kiyahnna didn’t come home. She was home, just not with you. She decided to sleep on the couch tonight, and you were thankful. It allowed you time to cry without prying eyes judging you as your body exploded with emotions. Your phone buzzed.

*Come over tomorrow?*

Is she being for real?? You ignored her, refusing to give her the satisfaction she was so clearly desperate for.

*Please?* she added.

You held your ground as you finally fell asleep. You basked in your unconscious state because it was the only escape from the heaviness that poured all around you.

The next day flew by swiftly. You woke up to an empty house, as you gathered yourself for another day. Work was what it always was, but different. You were actually happy to be at work, away from both of them. As you clocked out, you drove back home agonizingly slow, not wanting to come home to Kiyahnna but also scared to open the door to an empty house. When you got home, Ki’s car was nowhere to be found, and you decided you were grateful. You would rather an actual empty house than a house that wasn’t empty but felt like it. Your gratefulness was cut short as you propped the door open, clear that Kiyahnna was home, her shoes tattered across the carpet. But she wasn’t on the couch, in her usual position.

“Ki?,” you called out. “Ki, you home?”

And that’s when you heard it.

“Oh my god, yeah. Just like that Ki, just like that, FUCK. UNH.”

You did not hesitate to run to the bedroom, prying the door open to the most jaw-dropping, heart-breaking obscenity that made you freeze in place. Your girlfriend was there, fucking someone that wasn’t you; and even though you knew for a while now, you were never prepared for the confirmation of it all and how much it would hurt.

“Ki?”

“Y/n? Shit,” she cusses, removing her strap from the other girl. It’s the same strap she fucks you with, well used to fuck you with. She hasn’t touched you in what seemed like a month now.

“Baby, I thought…weren’t you working?”

“I was…now I’m off.” You were numb, as tears fell from your dead eyes.

“Shit…hey look…I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?? There’s a naked girl on my bed right now.”

“Yeah baby…uhhh. Shit.”

You look at the girl, holding her gaze as you try to keep your cool.

“How long has this been going on for?,” you ask her.

“Shit, I don’t know…how long’s it been Ki? Three months?”

“Three…three months??”

You look over at Kiyahnna, her face covered in shame but she tries to keep her ‘calm, cool, and collected’ composure.

“Fuck you.”

“Y/n, come on. Don’t be like that. Let’s work this out.” She reaches out for you, attempting to bring you in for a hug but you slap her across the face and it takes all three of you by shock.

“DAMN,” the girl says.

You felt a sense of pride, finally able to stand up for yourself in the midst of mistreatment.

“Don’t fucking touch me, you fucking skank!”

You looked over at the girl on your bed, still naked.

“What’s your name, pretty?”

“Uh, Mikayla?”

“Fuck you too Mikayla.”

You put your shoes back on and headed out the door. You didn’t even try to hold your tears in, you found it useless at this point. You knew you didn’t have the strength or the willpower to battle emotions that were stronger than you. You hopped in your car and drove, and you knew exactly where you were headed. As much as your mind was screaming at you not to go back there, your heart always found a way to convince you otherwise. And right now, you did not care. You wanted her. All of her.

---

“Open the fucking door Shuri,” you whispered to yourself after Shuri neglected to open the door after your 5th knock. You remember the spare key Shuri gave you in case of emergencies, and you didn’t hesitate to come to the conclusion that this was, in fact, an emergency. You rummaged through your bag, finally inviting yourself into her place. You opened the door to what seemed like an empty space.

“Shuri?,” you lightly called out, but she was nowhere to be found. You crept in further and further, still unable to find her, but that’s when you heard it. At first it sounded like someone had been wounded and you reacted instantly, running towards the broken cries. As you crept closer, you realize what you barged into.

“UNH, Shuri…Shuri, ohmygod. Unh, unh, UNH. FUCK.”

The woman cried out in pleasure, singing Shuri’s name behind the closed bedroom door. You didn’t know what to do but what you did know was that you refused to go back home so you decided to wait patiently in Shuri’s kitchen until she came out.

“Mmm, yeah…YEAH. FUCK, ohmygod, you’re so big, I can’t.”

You begin to listen attentively, becoming intrigued by the way the other girl moans Shuri’s name as if she’s experiencing the most out-of-body experience. You step into the living room, placing yourself on the couch as you listen to the way Shuri makes her scream.

“FUCK. GOD.”

You reluctantly crossed your legs, aware of the slow throb that began to creep in your core. You were slightly turned on and you couldn’t help but notice that you were even a little jealous. You weren’t sure if the jealousy came from the fact that your garbage-of-a-girlfriend didn’t touch you in weeks or if it was because it wasn’t you underneath Shuri at this very moment.

The sound of moans blended in with Shuri’s palm slapping down on flesh, the girl screaming in response.

“Shut up and take this dick, baby. You’re such a slut, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah I am. Only for you Shuri, keeping fucking me just like that. FUCK. I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum on my dick, give all that good shit to me.”

“Shuri. Shuri.”

Your mind begins to travel to sinful places, your stomach knotting in jealousy you choose to accept. It was useless to keep pretending you didn’t care anymore. You wanted Shuri. You wanted her to make you feel the way she made all her girls feel, truly understand why girls run back to her in desperation even though they mean nothing more to her than a good time.

“Who are you?” You were abruptly interrupted by the girl who was Shuri’s one night stand. She was wrapped in a purple bathrobe, headed to the bathroom. She was beautiful, even with the mascara running down her eyes and the limp she had in her step as a result of Shuri’s work. Yeah, you were definitely jealous.

“I’m y/n. I’m…I’m here to see Shuri…”

“Oh shit…are you her girlfriend? Shit I didn’t know, I swear.”

“Uhhh…”

“Y/n?” There she was. Clearly fucked out as she adjusted the waistband of her basketball shorts. “The fuck are you doing here?”

“You could’ve told me you had a girl.”

“She’s not my girl.”

Your heart sank a little at her words, and you're annoyed at how you let her get under your skin just like that. You began to choke up, tears welling up and she immediately understood the brokenness in your eyes.

“Get out,” she says to the girl, hostility locked in her tone.

“Shit, my bad. I’m leaving now.” The girl scurried around to grab her things, running out in her bathrobe as she almost trips out the door. “I’m sorry,” she repeats to you, before shutting the door behind her. The room went silent as Shuri stood there in anticipation. The gap between you and her was far too big for your comfort, when all you wanted to do was jump in her arms and speak from the heart. But you knew Shuri. She would probably laugh at you, and brush it off like nothing.

“What happened now, y/n?,” she asked in slight annoyance. “What’d your bitch you love so much do now?”

You almost didn’t want to admit it because the last thing you needed from Shuri was her scolding ‘I told you so’s.’

“Ki is cheating on me.”

“Oh for real??,” she replies in an insulting form of sarcasm.

“Shuri, stop.”

“Can’t say I didn’t tell your stupid ass.”

“No but I actually caught her, she was fucking some bitch named Mackenzie or whatever on my bed. MY BED. And that dumb bitch tried to apologize to me like IT’S NOTHING! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT??”

“Actually…yes. Yes I can believe it.”

“I didn’t want to believe it though.”

“Do you do anything besides cry all day?”

“Shit Shuri, I’m heartbroken. At least pretend to care about me!”

“I do care about you.”

“Then fucking act like it!”

“What do you want me to do?? Give you a hug??”

“Honestly yeah, that’d be really nice right now.”

Shuri laughs under her breath, her hands stuffed in the pockets of her basketball shorts. “You tripping.”

“Can I atleast kiss you??,” you ask and it came out more like begging than you assumed it would. Shuri froze, her throat bobbed as she swallowed.

“You want me to…kiss you?”

You nod.

“And then what? You want me to hold your hand and tell you everything is gonna be ok? And then ‘make love’ to you, or whatever the fuck. All that lovey dovey shit. Sorry y/n, that’s you, that shit ain’t for me.”

“Then what the fuck was that candle lit dinner you made me yesterday?? You’re gonna tell me you did that all for nothing??”

She went silent.

“Talk to me Shuri, stop acting like you didn’t fuck me the other night and then made me a cute little dinner the next day!”

“I didn’t fuck you,” she chuckles. She licks her lips, her eyes wandering everywhere around the room except for you.

“Yeah, you kinda did.”

“You call that fucking?,” her tone shifted, low and husky as she continued to caress your tear-stained cheeks.

Shuri breathes in frustration, making her way towards you as her mood shifts. Her toned body hovers over you as she stroked your cheek with her index finger. You admire the tattoo that trails down her right arm and trickles to her fingers. Her perfectly coiled hair accentuated her chiselled face, paving way to the bruise that sat on her left jaw from yesterdays fiasco. Her cologne, smothered your senses and lingered in her touch. That was so minimal yet started a bonfire in the cavity of your chest. She was attractive, this wasn’t news. You always found Shuri attractive. Hell, if your memory could recall correctly, you approached her first, because you found her attractive yet your paths decided you would work best as friends; granted, it was definitely not your average friendship, but there is a love you had for each other that couldn’t be ignored. 

You closed your eyes, savoring her gentle touch as long as she would allow it. It felt so real, so loving, even though you know it meant something completely different for Shuri.

“Shuri…?”

“Mhmm?” She was admiring you, her eyes sulking in your beautiful facial features Shuri loved but never cared to admit.

“Can you--”

“Can I do what, baby?”

You close your eyes once more, questioning yourself on whether you should proceed or not; because once you dive in, there is no turning back. Shuri would have you completely, in all ways and every way she desired and you would do nothing but allow it as you fall in love with her completely, unsure if she feels the same.

“Fuck me,” you beg, your voice shaking through your plea. “Fuck me like I’m one of your play-things, I swear I’ll be good. Just fuck me please.”

A crooked smile pierced through Shuri’s mouth, rubbing your bottom lip with the pad of her thumb and it made you ache. You crave her.

“Are you sure?”

You nod.

“I need you to understand something y/n.”

You say nothing, using your eyes as a method to pull her into you.

“I don’t just fuck, nkosazana…” The use of her native tongue caught you completely off guard. “I degrade and disrespect.”

You gulp as your body temperature rises.

“I’ll fuck you senseless for my pleasure, and then I might just act like it never happened.”

You hesitate, but eventually nod in agreement.

“And I’m only telling you this because I know you and I care about you. I know what you crave. You want someone to love you and give you the world, make you feel cared for. And I just can’t give that to you…not yet anyway.”

“Shuri please--”

“But I don’t know, I never fucked someone I loved before.”

Your eyes grow wide at her confession. You knew she loved you in a friendly manner but never did it cross your mind that her love went beyond the friendly type.

“Shuri please, just take me already. Use me, I don’t give a fuck. I just want you. All of you.”

She smiles. “Your words, sthandwa, not mine.”

And with that, she picks you up, gripping your ass as you wrap your legs around her waist. She takes your mouth into hers, building a road to the night she had in store for you; the night she’s waited forever for.

---

Your bare pussy pressed into the smooth flesh of Shuri’s left thigh, your skirt bunched around your waist as you begin to grind your tender clit on her bare leg, leaving a trail of your wet desire on her.

“Unh,” you moaned softly, as Shuri grabbed your waist, guiding you through it.

“Shut up baby, I don’t wanna hear you. Just wanna hear how wet your pussy is. You think you can do that for me?”

You nod, your face diminishing into agony as you choke down your moans.

“Good, cause you didn’t have a choice.”

She presses your hips harder into her thigh, sending a wave of shock to your clit at the impact, and you shut your eyes as you fight the sounds you need to release.

“What’s wrong, nkosazana? Don’t tell me you’re already gonna cum.”

“Shuri.”

“I said shut up.” She reaches into your back pocket, pulling out your phone. “What’s your password, baby?”

“What?”

She waves the screen in front of your face as if she’s unaware of the pressure she’s putting on your sensitive clit as you suffer, trying to hold in your desperate groans of pleasure.

“It’s…1234.”

“Geez, couldn’t get any more predictable?”

“Shuri?”

“Did I say you can talk??”

You shake your head.

“Then shut the fuck up.”

She scrolls through your phone, clicking on keys as before she places the phone on the armrest of her sofa. The phone is on speaker phone, ringing as she waits for them to pick up.

“Y/n? I didn’t think you would call.”

Your eyes bulge as you realize who it is, and Shuri holds you firm, rocking your hips violently as you become overwhelmed with the feel of her.

“Ki? Hi baby.”

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m ok. Mmm, yeah.”

Shuri is keeping direct eye contact with you as do the same, eye fucking you as she puts more pressure on your oversensitive clit, digging her flesh in between your wet folds.

“Y/n, where are you? What’s going on?”

“Oh my god.”

Your eyes begin to roll as the warmth in your stomach creeps lower down your body, finding its way to your bundle of nerves as you squirm beneath Shuri’s tight grip. Her fingers dig into your flesh right before she takes two of her fingers and slips them beneath her own shorts and boxers, swishing through her wet pussy. The sight of her playing with herself is driving you to your edge.

“Where are you y/n? I’ll come pick you up.”

You look at Shuri, waiting for permission to release yourself but she shakes her head left and right. No. She removes her fingers from her wet cunt, and shoves them down your throat, gagging you as she does it again, and again.

“You hear that Kiyahnna? That’s your bitch, being a little slut for me.” She shoves her fingers down your throat once more, tears staining your cheeks as you gasp for air.

“Shuri?,” you moan, unable to hold in your pleasure any longer.

“Go ahead baby, show her how good of a girl you are. Let her hear it.”

“Oh my…fuck. Oh my god Shuri, oh my god.”

“The fuck is wrong with you guys??”

“Baby? You still there? Unh.”

“Fuck this shit, ya’ll are sick.”

Shuri gags you once more, making sure she Kiyahnna hears it loud and clear before she hangs up.

“Shuri, holy fuck Shuri. UNH. SHIT. FUCK. YEAH.”

She holds you down, making sure you’re unable to remove yourself from her grasp. “You like that?”

“Yeah, yeah you feel so good. I want more. Give me more. Gag me again, I wanna taste you.”

Shuri yanks your hair, tilting your head back as your neck is exposed to her. You feel so dirty, as she twirls her fingers through her own pussy once more, gathering her juices before she plunges into your throat. She pushes farther, your throat closing in around her and your tongue sticks out as you choke on her slender fingers. The tears cease to stream down your face, your saliva pooling out of your mouth as your pounding pussy slows its throb. She pulls out, and you already look fucked out. Tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes are met with Shuri’s dark, lustful ones, bringing you in for a kiss as she grasps your ass.

“Ki?”

“She’s gone, sthandwa. You scared her away.”

You giggle, trailing your fingers to your clit as you starve for more but Shuri grabs your hand before you get anywhere near your pussy.

“What? I can’t touch myself?,” you ask, challenging how far Shuri is willing to go with you. She notices this, the way you attempt to test her dominance.

“You wanna know what I think, y/n?,” she asks, kissing your neck as you surrender to her sweetness. She’s never even touched you like this before and yet it seems as if she knows you all too well, like she’s fucked you a million times. Your body responds to her in ways your body has never behaved for anyone prior, not even Kiyahnna.

“What do you think, baby?”

“I think you like the bad girls.” She continues to suck on your neck, leaving fuck marks in a territorial manner. “You like when girls treat you like shit because you know they’ll fuck you like they don’t care. You like being treated like a slut, because it makes your cunt ache.” She slips two fingers between your folds, caressing your clit in slow, torturous loops. “Because underneath this pretty princess facade you got going on, you're really just a useless whore, right baby?”

You’re unresponsive, holding in any sound trying to escape your throat as Shuri plays with your pussy.

“You really are stupid, huh?”

You continue to fight and Shuri smirks with pride, arrogantly pleased with the way she has you writhing in distress as you await her orders.

“It’s ok. I’ll fuck the stupid right out of you.”

“Fuck,” you gasp. “Shuri, I can’t.”

She grabs your throat, squeezing tightly as her palm presses against your windpipe. A restrained choke comes from the back of your throat as you open your mouth wider to allow for more oxygen flow.

“Speak one more time, and I swear to Bast himself…” She lets you go, and you cough a little as your lungs are fully exposed to the air it needs. “How’s this pussy of yours? Is she ready to grind some more?”

You nod, your stomach knotting once more at what’s to come.

“Good girl.”

She removes you from her lap, laying on her back as she motions you to get on top of her and you obey without question. You remove your shirt and bra, leaving yourself in your skirt as it stays hunched around your waistline. You relax in Shuri’s grasp, sulking in her beauty and what she looks like underneath you. She was always attractive, but this side of her was a vision you swear would have girls falling in love at first sight; it was the first time you truly understood why women ran back to her, begging for more and why she would never give it.

“Sit on my face,” she mandates, interfering with your dangerous thoughts. “Put my tongue to use y/n, sit on my damn face.” You oblige, hovering your pussy right over her mouth. She pushes your hips down, forcing you to put your full body weight on her and you moan almost instantly at the contact of her lips on yours. Your back slowly begins to arch, as Shuri wastes no time using her skillful tongue for sinful pleasures. The feeling was euphoric, her warm tongue flicking and sucking your clit had you singing Shuri’s name like an ensemble of one.

“Yeah, baby just like that. Just like that. Keep going. Keep fucking me like that, holy fuck. Holy shit, Shuri.”

She clasped your hips, rocking you back and forth as she tongue-fucked your pussy entrance and your throbbing bud. Her tongue made the most irresponsible movements against you, and your pussy nerves were reacting in ways you had no control over. She continued, using her nose and chin as tools for your pleasure as well. She was deep into you, your thighs tightening as you put her beautiful face to work.

“Fuck Shuri, I’m so close, it’s right there. Right there. Don’t stop.” You grasp onto the couch, your fingers digging into the material as you brace yourself. “Keep fucking this pussy, she wants you. She needs you so bad. Unh. UNH.” You release yourself into her mouth, fucking you through your orgasm and you fight it, trying to break free from Shuri’s grasp but she won’t let you. She takes your pounding clit into her salivating mouth once more, sucking as you struggle to overcome your orgasm but Shuri’s tongue only prolonged the pulse vibrating through your overwhelming pussy nerves.

“Shuri. Shuri. Shuri!,” you scream one last time before she finally lets you go. You collapse, both of you catching your breath as your minds and bodies return to your surroundings. You straddle her once more, kissing her as you taste your juices that stain her face.

“Damn, I taste good,” you moan into her mouth.

“Yes you fucking do, baby. Like I said, tastes better coming straight out of you.”

“I want more. Give me more.”

“What do you want, nkosazana?”

“Strap me down. I heard that girl earlier…she said you were big. I wanna feel it. Show me how tight I am, Shuri.” You didn’t hold a single care in the world for how needy you were coming across, because you wanted her. Every ounce of her. “Please Shuri, please. Please?”

“Please Shuri, please,” she mocks, chuckling at the sight of you.

“Stop, I’m not playing right now, baby. Or I swear I’ll touch myself, I’ll give myself my own orgasm and make you watch.”

“Oh y/n, you’re playing with fire.”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

She cocks her head to the side, like she’s planning a million ways to discipline you and remind you who’s in charge. She lifts you off of her, placing you on the couch in a regular sitting position, the fabric of her sofa coming in contact with your exposed ass. She hovers over you, grabbing your jaw in her hand as she tightens her grasp. It was almost painful, but you knew you deserved it. Your face gave out, settling back into submission without her having to say a word.

“There’s my girl,” she says, heading into her bedroom. “Stay here. Don’t fucking move.” She comes out, wearing a bracelet you’ve never seen her wear before.

“This is a kimoyo bracelet. These are kimoyo beads.”

You shrug your shoulders, uninterested but that disinterest slipped away as soon as she tapped on one of the beads, revealing the strap that hugged her crotch. It was detailed, every crevice and vein placed perfectly.

“This isn’t the same strap I use on other girls, I wanted to save this for someone special. It’s made from vibranium, remember I told you about vibranium?”

You nod. You remember little of what she said about it, she barely gave you any details about the metal, but you do recall her mentioning it once or twice. Shuri bends down, meeting your eye level.

“Listen to me carefully, y/n. This strap is going to go inside you and literally collect data from you. It’s going to remember every crevice, every contour, and most importantly your g-spot, and it’s going to mold to fit into you, and only you…let me know if you’re ok with this. If not, it’s ok…I’ll go grab one of my other straps and fuck you all the same, my pretty girl.”

You ponder for a moment. “Will it hurt, when it…you know, molds into me?”

“No sthandwa, it won’t. It’ll feel amazing actually, I made sure of it. I promise you.”

You begin to smile uncontrollably, your face flushing with warmth. As smutty as it was, it almost seemed romantic, in a weird, twisted sense; because even though Shuri has fucked too many women to even recall, she wanted you fully. She wanted to make you hers, fuck you like whore as she quite literally molds you.

“I want you, Shuri. I want all of you.”

“Ok baby, ok.”

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In one sweep, you find yourself on your back, plastered to the cool marble of Shuri’s island countertop. She aggressively removes your skirt from your body, leaving you completely bare. She spread your legs open in eagerness, impatient to get inside you and fuck you until you gasp for air.

“You're so sexy, y/n. This pussy is so sexy.” She slaps your pussy, your back softly arching on the marble beneath you. She plays with your folds, purposely avoiding your clit as you groan in frustration. “Be patient. No one likes an impatient slut. You can be patient for me, right my love?”

You don’t respond, resulting in Shuri slapping your pussy once more, sending a coursing sting to your clit.

“Yes Shuri,” you pant. “I’ll be patient with you.”

“That’s right.”

She removes one of the beads from her bracelet, sticking the circular metal to your clit and you wince at the contact. Immediately, Shuri fidgets with her kimoyo bracelet, activating the bead as it trembles in low vibrations. Your eyes shut, as you clench onto the sides of the island.

“Spread your legs as much as you can, let me watch your pussy twitch baby.”

You obey, spreading your legs to your highest extent, making more room for the buzzing kimoyo bead to roll through your lips. You looked up, understanding the purpose of why Shuri put a mirror on top of her island. The image was incredible, your face was fucked out as you watched the way the kimoyo bead maneuvered its way through your throbbing cunt. The sound of you was music to Shuri’s ears. You were drenched.

“You see what you look like? Look at how fucking sexy you look like this, y/n. Bast.”

“Shuri, holy fuck. I’m going to cum, holy shit.”

She fidgets with her bracelet once more, the pressure of the bead on the brink of being painful, as it vibrates heavily into your bundle of nerves. You keep your eyes open, looking at the reflection of your puffy pussy as you cum once again.

“GOD, HOLY SHIT. SHURI, SHURI.”

Shuri makes no effort to ease your suffering. Instead she steps closer to you, lifting your legs over her shoulders as she begins to tease your entrance. She coats her tip with your pearly cum, easing her way into you as your pussy welcomes her in.

“Oh my god.”

She thrusts.

“Shuri, good god, Shuri.”

“Shut the fuck up, you bitch, and let this pretty pussy do the talking, that’s all I need to hear. How wet you are for me. How slutty you are..”

Her thrusts seep deeper and deeper, your pussy clasping onto her length.

“You’re so fucking tight, y/n. Bast.”

You bite down on your hand, suffocating yourself as you refuse to disobey Shuri’s orders for you to keep quiet. You were trying your absolute hardest, but the feeling of Shuri’s dick hammering into you and the reflection of your pleasure coating her is making her commands damn near impossible. Your breathing becomes scattered, your eyes subtly going cross eyed as you feel your pussy sculpting the vibranium inside you. The kimoyo bead never fails to violate your clit, and you let out a strangled noise as you choose to ignore Shuri’s orders to keep quiet.

“I can’t Shuri, I can’t. I’m sorry but…SHIT. You feel so good. This feels so good.”

She lets you scream, immensely turned on by the control she has on your body.

“That’s it y/n. Such a fucking whore. My whore.”

“You’re whore,” you echo. “Only yours.”

She loses tempo for a second, lost in your dirty mouth. You look at your reflection once more, hypnotized by Shuri’s curls and the way she grips your thighs as she mercilessly buries herself into you. Your breasts are bouncing to her inhumane rhythm, sweat glistening against your brown skin. She’s tapping your g-spot, making sure the vibranium makes note of every outline and curve inside you, claiming you as her own.

“You like when I play with you, huh?”

“Mhmmm.”

“Then cum for me, y/n. Spill that shit all over me.”

Your eyes roll back until they’re completely shut, grasping onto the edges on the countertop as a sense of relief. Your clit is aching, your pussy clenching harder and harder around her girth. The ache ripples into your knotted stomach as the palms of your hands and the soles of your feet tingle. You grow light-headed, your body overcome by the works of Shuri.

“Holy shit, baby. I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop. Keep going. Just like that, you’re doing so well. Fuck.”

With the buzz of her bead, and the stroke of her dick, you combust. You’re overtaken by everything that surrounds you, dissolving into the pleasure as Shuri fucks you through it.

“I can feel you baby, I can feel you pulsating around me.” Shuri spills into you, her own orgasm overcoming her state of dominance as your pussy twitches through her pleasure. “Fuck, y/n. Shit, baby. Look what you do to me.”

“SHURI.”

“FUCK.”

The room becomes filled with your moans, curses, and each other’s names as you mutually struggle to come down from your high. Shuri pulls out, a line of your slick staying connected to her strap until she tugged far enough to fully sever the tie from you. She bends down, putting her mouth at your cunt and you almost don’t realize what’s happening but then you understand, as you hear her native tongue fall from her mouth. She’s speaking xhosa into your cunt, and although you have no idea what she’s saying, you are completely turned on by the action as the vibrations of her voice pulsate through you. Shuri plucks the kimoyo bead from your clit, connecting it back to the bracelet allowing you to fully exhale in relief.

Shuri pulls your body from the island, and you go limp, nearly collapsing as your feet hit the floor. Shuri picked you up, bringing you to her bedroom as she put one of her oversized t-shirts on you, and the scent almost fully brought your mind back to the real world.

“You’re a mess,” she comments, pushing your messy curls off your face.

“Fuck,” you groan, still trying to collect yourself.

“How are you doing? Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m ok.”

Shuri smiles. “Good.”

You’re beginning to trail off into a deep sleep, fed up and fucked out as you cuddle into Shuri’s bedsheets. Shuri rests her body beside you, your heart jumped at the gesture as you were on the brink of passing out.

“What if I tried?”

“Hmm?” You hear her, but your body is too tired to collect her words.

“I could be good. Let me be good for you, nkosazana.”

And those were the last words you heard before you drifted off into a comfortable sleep, the best sleep you’ve had in months.

“I’ll try. I promise I’ll try y/n.”

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♪ riri williams music taste headcannons ♪

a/n: a lil sumn silly while I finish these two ffs in my drafts

key:

riri dialogue

shuri dialogue

reader dialogue

♪ listens to songs she can get high to (or feel high to, she mostly gets high socially rather than alone)

♫ on some cloud nine type things, Don Toliver, Travis Scott, A$AP Rocky, Childish Gambino, Kid Cudi

♫ but not limited to psychedelic indie or rock like Mac Demarco, Jimi Hendrix, TV Girl, Yves Tumor, Tame Impala, Men I Trust, that one Lil Yatchy album counts too ig lmao

♪ stem!riri? yeah she’s def on that Canadian Nigga Trio HEAVY (Drake, PND, The Weeknd)

♫ toxic stem!riri? Brent & Bryson in rotation

♪ gang gang w/ some Pierre Bourne, Lucki, Ken Carson, Young Nudy

♪ she likes a lot of pluggnb/trap, especially the girls

♪ Bktherula her baby frrr

♪ she DID have an XXXTENTACION phase for about 2 years in middle school

♪ a huge rnb girlie ofc, with your SZA, Summer Walker, Jhené Aiko, Victoria Monet, Teyana Taylor, Ari Lennox things naturally

♪ HEAVY ON KEHLANI

♫ probably her top artist

♫ like she’ll kick your ass if you dare skip a song by her TOP ARTIST

♪ she hates Justin Timberlake because of Janet Jackson but she can’t deny his first two albums being in rotation

♫ she still rides for Janet Jackson OF COURSE though, that’s her queen

♪ definitely some 90s and 00s rnb, rap, and neo soul

♫ definitely some 90s and 00s rnb, rap, and neo soul when she’s up in it-

♪ speaking of neo, she’s on Neyo HEAVY

♪ goes hard for the rap girlies, Flo Milli, Ice Spice, Bree Runway, Rico Nasty, Monaleo

♬ “DOECHIIIIIIIIII!”

♫ if there’s one thing about riri, it’s Doechii

♫ Spooky Coochie>>>

♪ COLE WORLD, a middle school favorite

♬ “Now put a finger in the sky if you want it nigga!”

♪ definitely on her Kendrick things too

♪ spotify user to the fullest

♪ fuck Sony headphones, she made her own lil’ bluetooth noise canceling headset with good bass to not only make sure she can listen to music but FEEL that shii 

♪ also she didn’t feel like paying $300+ for that so…

♪ she can’t ever listen to an album on shuffle, she feels it ruins the “cinematic experience”

♬ “I know you did NOT just skip that shit.”

♬ “Riri, it was literally an interlude.”

♬ “I said turn that shit back!”

♪ she’ll backhand slap you if you dare try it with a Weeknd album, that’s just an unspoken rule for her never to skip a Weeknd song in an album (a/n I may be projecting w/ this one lmao)

♪ is an avid playlist maker and has playlists for every single mood and activity

♬ “Tryna smoke? Lemme pull up this playlist i got-”

♬ “You goin’ to the store? Wait, lemme hook up my driving playlist-”

♬ “You having trouble studying? Hol’ on- I got this good playlist I use for when I’m doing my math homework!”

♬ “Okayyyy some chill rnb so far, Sade, Erykah Badu, D’Angelo, Alicia Keys… Rico Nasty, Bktherula, Destroy Lonely, Carti???

♬ “What? I tend to get pissed off about an hour in! Especially if it’s word problems!”

♪ she listens to both, but she keeps the “Cochise >>> Carti” opinion to herself

♪ Frank Ocean makes her tear up for no reason so she barely listens to him unless she’s in the mood to cry

♪ she was a Nicki fan… she still IS one, who you frontin’ on?

♬ “R-R-R-Roman!”

♪ honestly, she was on everybody part of Young Money, Bedrock was a moment in time

♪ she was definitely an Ariana Grande fan in middle school tho, don’t play with her

♫ she still gon’ blast her My Everything and Yours Truly albums in her garage, don’t get it twisted

♪ she was a 1D fan in elementary school but she’ll forever deny it happened

♫ she’ll blast Big Time Rush like a bitch tho (Boyfriend is a hood classic)

♪ MINDLESS BEHAVIOR RIDER

♪ she still has their CDs stowed away in her garage somewhere

♪ (cannon) anime watcher on her jpop/jrock shii

♫ and we can’t forget the OSTs in her playlist

♫ Ouran High School host club outro>>>

♪ Lamp listener, definitely a comfort artist for her

♪ she fucks w/ Shuri’s kpop (cannon) stuff too tho she’s not a fan

♫ she’ll shake ass to Kick It by NCT on the low, though

♪ she’s on plugging/trap so you know she definitely on her hyper pop shit too

♪ her top 10 artists: Kehlani, Lamp, J. Cole, Bktherula, Janet Jackson, PARTYNEXTDOOR, Mac Demarco, Victoria Monet, Doechii, Rico Nasty

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Cat and Mouse [+18]

summary- you two had the same little game Cat and Mouse. You were the mouse and Shuri was the naughty little cat. This time however, the mouse was caught in the trap.

Warning- shuri x blk!fem reader. SMUT! Shuri is a munch and a strap slinger. Deal with it! Lol vulgar language! Reader and Shuri are buzzed.

Note: first time writing smut. I just wanted to have a little fun with it! I hope everyone enjoys! I love yaaa!

Word count- 2k

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Your drunk giggles could be heard through the big hallways of the palace as Shuri chased . It was as if you guys were playing a fun game of cat and mouse. Shuri would catch you and corner you. Then she would kiss on your neck until you squirm and slip out of her hold and dash away from her.

Shuri liked this game. Especially when you both were a little intoxicated. She liked the fact that she keeps you on your toes. The power she felt like she held to keep you running from her was the best.

She took long strides after you with a slight smirk on your face and you continued to run down the hallway. You were heading to the only place that she wants you. Where you wouldn't be able to squirm your way out of her hold. Her bedroom.

Once you reached the door she closed in on you making you squeal and laugh again. This gained a chuckle out of Shuri.

She placed her hand on your chin moving your lips up to hers. Placing her lips softly on yours. You let her in. That was your mistake. You melted under her as her lips made love with yours. She grabbed your hands and put them above your head— restricting you.

The kiss intensified and the hall became hot and your hands became clammy under her hold. Her kisses started to get rough and for some reason you craved more of it. The Queen pulled back and took a look at you— eyes filled with lust. You felt small under her, almost like she towered over you.

She then leaned in on you— taking in a whiff of her cologne that was addicting. She raised her wrist to the door and the door unlocked. You smiled at Shuri and turned around and started your running again but this time Shuri didn't let you.

"No, no more running sithandwa." She spoke in her native tongue and held on to your waist. This time you allowed her and nodded not putting up a fight. This didn't please Shuri however. She squeezed at your hips earning a whimper out of you.

"Yes..." you said shyly. She looked at you and raised her eyebrow. "Yes? Who?". You looked at her. Your mouth running dry. A light went off in your head. This was the first time you and Shuri was ever in this predicament. You've never even been in her room honestly. You said it though. Without hesitation — "Panther" you said barely above a whisper.

Shuri eyebrows shot up in surprise as her lips found yours again. Her hands cupping your face. She pushed you softly backwards toward her ginormous bed. Once you hit the sheets she went further— kissing on your neck. You let out a soft moan.

"Music to my ears." She growled out. Her soft kisses tracked down to your boobs making your nipples erect immediately in your tight crop top. Shuri took this as a chance to pull your shirt off making your big boobs fall.

Her mouth watered at the sight of you. "How beautiful are these" she smiled taking one into her moth and playing with the other. Your head flew back in pleasure as your legs fell open. Welcoming her into laying in between them.

She pulled at your nipple making a 'pop' noise when she let it go. She then continued her assault on your other nipple this time earning a moan out of you.

"Ohhh— S-Shuri.. please..." you whimpered out. She looked up at you and smiled. She continued her way down leaving love bites on your skin. She reached the place that you've been wanting. Unbuckling your shorts and sliding them down reveling your lace pink panties.

She slid her index fingers over your pussy earning yet another whimper out of you. Your hands had fist full of the silk sheets that were under you two. You were getting frustrated and impatient with her.

"Shuri..." you complained, earning a bite on your inner thigh making you shriek "Be patient!". The Panther took a look at your panties smiling at how cute they were. She hooked her finger on the thin strap on your hips and pulled them down. Your slick lining the inside of your panties.

She took a look at your pussy, her mouth watering at the sight. She took a look up at you making eye contact as she stuck her tongue out and look a long lick of your slit.

"Ohhh" your mouth fell open as you watched her. The panther moans at the taste of you. She then places a kiss on your cunt. She kneels on the floor and pulls you close to the end of the bed and pushes your knees back.

"Mm f-fuck Panther!" You moaned out as her lips sucked at your clit. She reached her hand up as her fingers twisted and played with your nipples.

"You taste so good baby" she groaned at the taste of you as her tongue flicked on your clit. "How do you feel about this?" She questioned as she inserted two fingers inside. Your hole immediately squeezing on to her fingers making the panther bite on to her lips. "Look at this, you take my fingers so well nkosazana". There it was again.

"Ugh s-shit! Shuri!" You yelped out trying to close your legs. The panther didn't like this. Shaking her head in disapproval. She pushed your legs open with her free hand and continued to assault your hole with her fingers curling them into a 'come here motion.

"Just like that...ughhh just like that" your moans grew louder and Shuri knew what was to come. You were coming— quickly. Her fingers went faster. Reaching—reaching to places that you never seen anyone touching. She slurped at your pussy making you sob out in pleaser.

"I'm cominggggg!! Fuck Panther! I'm coming" you howled out as you released on to Shuri's fingers. Moving your hips as you fucked her tongue, riding out your orgasm.

She came up and her lips immediately connected with yours. Groaning at the taste of yourself. You felt sleepiness starting to take over you— but the Panther was nowhere near finished with you. "Flip over, all fours for me yeah?". You nodded tiredly and you flipped over as the princess walked away into her closet.

She came back with her strap hugging her hips with just her briefs and sports bra on. You looked over at the thing and it was quite big. Shuri saw the worry and your eyes and she kissed your shoulder.

"I'll be as gentle as you want me to be." She reassured making you smile. She kissed down your sides and then placed her lips on your left ass cheek. She aligned herself with your entrance and looked at you. "You okay?"

You bit your lip. Not wanting anything more than for her to just slide it in you. You got so impatient you reached under you and slipped the tip into you getting a chuckle out of her.

"Eager?" She joked. You smacked your lips getting frustrated with Shuri antics. You held on to the sheets and started to go back and forth on her shaft. Your ass hitting her hips making that 'slapping noise'

"Bast" the princess said out of shock. Not knowing you had something like this in you. You looked over your shoulder as you quickened your pace.

"Shitttt. Panther you feel so good in me. I feel so full" you moaned louder. You were sure everyone roaming the halls could probably hear you as of now. You continued to fuck Shuri's strap pleasing yourself as she watched in pure bliss.

All that could be heard was Shuri groans, your moans and that sound. The sound that Shuri loved to hear, especially from you. You put your fingers on your clit choosing to please yourself some more.

Shuri didn't like this. She moved your hand and placed it behind your back. She placed her other hand on your spine. Shuri hips snapped as she went in and out of you at a fast speed. This is what you wanted.

"Just like that Panther oh godd" you screeched out from under Shuri. Your ass clapping back on to her hips. Shuri took this as a opportunity to slap her hand down on to your ass. "Fuck!" You shrieked from the stinging. "You know how long I've been waiting for this?" Shuri questioned "Oh, how long I couldn't have waited to show you how much of a little slut you are. Just look at how well you take me" she says in your ear.

You couldn't take her. Her words. Her strap. Her fingers. None of it, but you wanted it so bad.

"All them little games of cat and mouse. You like to play games huh?" She questioned pulling at your hair so that you would make eye contact with her.

You nodded. This didn't please Shuri at all. She pulled you up and placed both of her hands on your neck fucking into you deeper.

"Ugh, yes! Yes Panther I do!" You yelped. Shuri sucked on your neck letting you melt under her. Her groans were so addictive. She placed her fingers on your clit and circled them earning a scream out of you as your legs grew weak.

"P-Panther.. I'm coming.." you whined feeling your stomach knot, your body grew chills even though the room was hot.

"Give it to me." She demanded. You did. You released on her strap falling forward right into the pillows.

You felt her wet muscle immediately on your clit earning a whine out of you. She moved your hips on her tongue helping you ride your orgasm out.

Shuri took off the strap and climbed on top of you. "Can you go one more time for me princess?" she asked making sure that you were okay. You nodded and smiled at her.

Shuri slid her briefs off as she kissed you. She rolled you over on to your back as she got on top of you. Then she sat down having both of your clits touch each other.

"Fuck" you both moaned out in unison. You placed your hands on Shuri hips while you looked up at her. You then swayed her hips back and forth.

"That's it, yesss" She moaned making you smile. You started to move your hips on your own earning moans out of the both of you.

"Bast, baby you making me feel so good. Your pussy feels so good ugh" she moaned out gaining a whine from you.

Shuri grabbed on to the headboard as she quickened her hips making your clits rub against each other quicker. That noise. The 'wet' noise filled the room from the both of you.

Your head flew back as you felt that feeling in the pit of your stomach again. You moved your hips faster chasing that feeling.

"Shuri, I'm coming again oh god!" You screamed.

She reached her hand down and wrapped it around your throat and pulled you up to her. Her lips connected with you sloppily. Your mouth hung open and she allowed a line of spit to drop right into your mouth and she went in and kissed you.

This sent you over the edge making you scream as all you could see was stars as Shuri continued.

"Ughhh" you moaned out gripping Shuri's hips. Shuri followed suit right after you. Letting out soft moans as she slowed her hips down.

She climbed off you and fell next to you. As you both laid out of breath.

" I see you can do more than just run from me and giggle" she spoke up looking over at you.

Although you were still a little buzzed you smiled at Shuri tiredly. You laid your head on her chest and let out a soft giggle.

She chuckled and shook her head. She moved your hair from out of your face and placed a kiss on your forehead.

Sleep took over the both of you as the sun began to rise.

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right my wrongs : ✶ | shuri u.

pairings : ex!shuri x ex!reader

warnings : possessive!shuri, mean!shuri, toxic!shuri (she's changing guys)

summary : shuri struggles to get her priorities straight, but she knows her top one is you.

taglist : @rxcently @verachii @shurislover @saintwrld @playhousedistee @jnkgrnde @shuriszn@youralphawolf72 @zaiiwrotethat @prettymrswright @naomis-daydream @ihearttish @pinkwright @inmyheadimobsessed @zayswriting

notes : this is actually so ass, idk if this shld be a series pls lmk

shit.

shit.shit.shit.

those were the only thoughts going through your mind as you watched the scene before you unfold. the hard liquor in your system and the bright strobe lights made your already pounding heart pound even faster. you knew you should’ve stayed home, you should’ve declined riri’s sweet offer to wind down, have fun, and forget. but how could you forget if the exact thing or person you were supposed to be forgetting was right in front of you.

shit.

you watched with wide eyes as your ex girlfriend held on closely to a gorgeous brunette, one who was currently shaking all she had on the panthers lap. you weren’t mentally prepared to watch this. so you walked away. you made your way to the bar and ordered whatever drink sounded the sweetest and strongest. you downed at least three glasses before making your way back to the dance floor. you needed to forget, forget shuri, forget the relationship, and even forget where you are. you started dancing the beat of the music, the alcohol pumping through your system letting you close your eyes. you felt a soft presence behind you and you giggled a bit. dancing with the stranger who’s name you learned was robyn. she was a tall dark skin girl. she wore a gorgeous afro and a beautiful blue set. you and the girl danced as they songs changed and the rhythm moved. your ass was pressed against her crotch and her lips against your neck. it seemed as if they night would actually turn to something good, which was much needed.

you turned around to ask the woman behind you if she was free this afternoon, but the following words that filled the air were not your own. “may I borrow her” shuri’s words may have sounded polite but her tone made it clear it wasn’t a question. you watched as the girl in front of you nodded and walked away. the next hands to touch you were cold and clad in metals. “hello, sithandwa sam” your heart melted at the words, forever longing to hear her call you something so endearing. you almost let yourself lean into her touch but moved away. "do you need something shuri?" you tried to look up into the girl's eyes but they were being shielded by a pair of gold shades. "I missed you" your eyebrows rose at the sentence and immediately they sat back down in a frown, only deepening when you noticed the smirk plastered on her face.

"missed me? forgive me if I'm wrong, but the last time we spoke you were kicking me out of your precious lab with the words 'stop acting like a godamn child, if you feel so neglected then just leave.'" you spat her words back at her face, the night those words were directed at you had almost been a month ago. and you had done just as she said, packed up your belongings and left. the following days consisted of shuri sending you long messages, and gifts and practically begging for you to give her a second of your time. but you didn't, you had pushed through so many times with her were you felt as if you were the third person in your own relationship. if it wasn't for her being busy at the lab, she simply ignored you opting to parade around with her friends, friends you had told her made you uncomfortable, friends who constantly push boundaries, and you were sick of it. you knew shuri could love, you knew she loved you but it was getting harder and harder to believe with every ignored text, missed date, and unkept promise.

you would have given her a chance but she knew better, when the two of you started dating you had told shuri about your past relationship, one where you were being constantly cheated on right under your nose and her knowing that and still treating you this way made the act unforgivable. shuri let out a sigh before quickly hooking an arm under your legs, picking you up, and walking across the room and towards the exit. "shuri what the hell! put me the fuck down!" the panther ignored you moving quickly and only stopping when she reached her car. "are you fucking kidnapping me? what the fuck put me down you insane bitch!" you were smacking and hitting her as hard as you could and all she did was laugh. "I'm not kidnapping you, I wanted to apologize in a more private space" she set you down and opened the car door, you looked between her and the vehicle before huffing and sitting down in the passenger seat. not even a breath later you could feel her open her own door and sit next to you. "speak, and fast. I was hoping to see someone later" at least you hoped robyn hadn't ran away.

you noticed shuri's features hardening at the mention of the broad from before. "I just want to apologize, and sincerely. You mean so much to me y/n and I was and still am so stupid for the way I treated you. there is no reasonable excuse or explanation for the things I did or the words I said." she took a breath and took off her shades, and what you were met with were bloodshot eyes. "i know i fucked up, i wish I knew it before it happened but I know now, and i will do anything, anything. to get you back. I'm taking a break from my lab, I've cut off all those other women and I've started to get help, to get answers for not only you, but for myself, so i can understand better ways to deal with problems rather than just hurt the one i love the most." you listened to her quietly, your lips slightly parted as you took in her words.

forgiving shuri was something so hardwired in your brain, so constant that it became muscle memory that when you stop and think of the gravity of the situation and the legitimacy of her words you have to ask yourself if you plan on forgiving her because you believe in her words, or because you’ve gotten so use taking her back. “listen shuri, i can’t say i forgive you. but im willing to give you one last chance. we can start off as friends again and you can try to regain my trust but i wont make it easy for you. i was really hurt and disappointed by your actions.” shuri’s head nodded as you spoke soft shine coming into her eyes as she practically lunged over to hug you. “thank you so much y/n, i’ll do anything to right my wrongs”

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ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜʙᴄᴜ!ꜱʜᴜʀɪ

Characters: HBCU!Shuri Udaku x Black!GN!Reader

Type: Headcanons

Synopsis: What would a first date withHBCU!Shuri entail? Can you make it past the texting stage, or will you be stuck imagining it all in your head?

Warnings: mild cursing, but other than that, nothing but pure fluff.

A/N: it’s been a minute since i’ve seen anything HBCU!Shuri related, sooooo I decided to take my stab at it. Just a cute lil idea I’ve had for a while now, and thought to finally put it into words.

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The two of you meet by chance in a campus cafe. Shuri was there working on assignments for class, and you’d asked to sit at her table as all the other chairs in the cafe were taken. In engaging in light conversation, the two of you found comfort in each others company. Shuri was surprisingly easy to talk to, which soothed your worries when engaging with the royal.

You noticed that the particular assignment she was struggling with dealt with Literature, and in an effort to befriend toe royal, you offered to tutor her. Shuri graciously accepted your offer, and so, the two of you traveled back to your dorm for the impromptu study session.

Before either of you knew it, night time had come, and you’d been ‘studying’ for hours, which was more of watching random tik toks and getting to know one another.

To return the favor, Shuri asks you out on a date. Though her tone is nervous, she expresses that she thinks you’re cute and your company soothes her, and she would like to take you out sometime. The two of you agree that the next day would be the best, to avoid any unwanted anxiety from the prolonging of the occasion.

When the next evening rolls around, Shuri shows up to your door dressed comfortably yet stylish. She wears a cream colored hoodie with a white tee underneath, a pair of black shorts and cream sneakers to match. It was ironic, because you wore the same color palette for your outfit. A sheepish laugh was shared between the two of you at the realization of your unintentional matching.

Shuri brings flowers, because she’s got such good manners. She’s not basic, however, so in an attempt to make a good impression, she researches the meanings of certain flowers, and has a bouquet made at a local florist to make it extra special. It’s a mixture of purple tulips and daisies, to signify the start of whatever relationship the two of you may have, be it romantic or platonic, and the excitement that comes with it for her.

I believe Shuri would be the kind of person to prefer chill dates to ones that are extravagant or heavily thought out. You’ll probably drive to a nearby corner spot or late night food truck to grab a bite, and either sit at a trail overlooking a body of water or a beachfront. She’s taking it slow purposefully, as the two of you are still getting to know each other and don't want to push you into anything that may make you uncomfortable.

Doesn’t mind handing you the aux cord as the two of you eat in the car - in fact, she more than encourages it. She thinks that a person's taste in music tells a lot about them, so whatever happens to slip from the conversation, she’ll probably pick it up from whatever music you decide to play.

After eating the two of you will just sit at the spot, talking as if you’re two souls reuniting again and catching up on centuries lost. She’s quite the schemer though; will definitely slip your hand into her while you’re so engrossed in what youre talking about, or ghost a hand on your thigh while she maintains interest in your words. Licking her lips, maintaining eye contact, she does it all with intention. She knows it can be intense sometimes, though, and tries to dial it down for the first date at least. But if you reciprocate? She’ll absolutely melt into it.

The date will end with a sweet kiss at your dorm door. Depending on your body language, she’ll either give you a kiss on the forehead, cheek, or lips; she asks first in any case of course. ‘They’re sweeter that way’ she says, which makes you laugh and the heat creep up your neck menacingly.

Shuri texts you to let you know that she’s made it home, as to not have you worry, and throughout texting until you fall asleep on the phone, she definitely hints that she has another date in mind already.

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[lyricficrecs]

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ seven wonders

Pairing - shuri x black!fem reader

Word Count - 7.3k

Contains - smut (18+), soft!dom shuri, sub!reader, cunnilingus, fingering, tribbing, edging, choking/breathplay, overstimulation, clit play, shuri is a tease, praise kink, fluff

Divider From - @firefly-graphics

Sneak Peak - “What life took away from me, Bast replaced with you. You, my angel, are my gift.” She places a kiss on your cheek, the salt of your tears lingering on her lips and she allows it because she wants to stay here forever, wants to sulk in everything she’s feeling as a reminder that this is not a dream. She begins crying with you, overwhelmed with the gift that was you, overwhelmed that she had explored the world’s most intricate of beauties and yet you were still the most beautiful to her.

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Song Inspiration - another heartbreak: giveon, pov: ariana grande (readers pov), favorite song: toosii, reflections: dustystaytrue ft. toosii (shuri’s pov)

Writers Note: this fic is me self projecting in both of these characters. I just wanna love and be loved. This fic lowkey kicked my ass, why is writing fluff lowkey hard?? But shuri loves her baby girl so much in this one like whew, I need herrr. Anyways, as always, I hope you all enjoy my lovessss :)

♪ ༘⋆ Tears don’t fall when you’re right here, Perfect for me that’s my fear ♪ ༘⋆ (another heartbreak - giveon)

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ The evening is nothing short of perfect, sitting on a rooftop in Rio de Janeiro while the sun sets in the distance, a perfect image of the panoramic painting you sat in. Vibrant hues surrounded you as you sat in front of a small circular table that came alive with the flickering glow of candle light, a vibrant bouquet of exotic flowers and the fresh aroma of Brazilian cuisine. There were the sweet sounds of Bossa Nova playing in the distance, mixing in with the gentle rhythm of waves that settled in the not too far shore. To complete the picturesque view is what you were in this city for in the first place: the Christ the Redeemer Statue.

It was at this very moment that you found yourself at the final stop of your trip around the world. It was a trip orchestrated by your beloved girlfriend, Shuri, who cherished you deeply and wanted to show you what beauty the world had to offer. You had visited the Seven Wonders, each destination bringing you that much closer to the true joy you deserved. Shuri understood that before her arrival, you did not get out much. Not because you had no desire, not because you didn’t have the funds to, but because you simply had no one to share the world with. Life has presented you with hardships, constructing barriers that made you wary of the genuine splendor life had to offer. It obscured your understanding of what love truly entailed, as your past relationships, be they platonic or romantic, introduced individuals who made you question your self-worth. However, once again, you found yourself on a rooftop, accompanied by your girlfriend who quite literally gave you the world, even within the few fleeting months you two had spent together. Her love for you surpassed any other person you had encountered, and it was precisely all of this that frightened you.

“What’s on your mind, sthandwa sam?” Her voice held a gentle quality, infused with a subtle rasp that made you dizzy. It was flawless. Almost unnaturally flawless.

“Kwenzeka ntoni kula ntloko yakho intle?” (“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”)

Being with Shuri was the most transparent you had ever been. She consistently motivated you to express yourself fully, urging you to share your emotions openly and honestly. She possessed a deep understanding of your thoughts and the fears that were buried in your heart, which often hindered your ability to fully embrace the love she shared with you. Nonetheless, Shuri loved and respected you unconditionally. She yearned to hear your emotional release, offering her unwavering support to catch and discard them, surpassing any previous support you had ever received. She aspired to be there for you, her princess, in ways that no one else had ever been. And this is why it wasn’t terribly challenging to open up to her.

“Shuri, you know what I’m thinking.”

“I know, nkosazana, but I wanna hear you say it. Thetha nam ndimamele.” (“Speak to me and I’ll listen.”)

“Shuri-”

“Please, y/n. Please.”

You observe her, appreciating the exquisite features that decorated her face. She was so beautiful, so full of love in a body that has also been through pain and suffering. Shuri intimately understands the harsh realities of life, having experienced her own share of adversity. That's precisely why she gently encourages you to release the emotions you've kept bottled up. Her intention is never to cause discomfort or obligate you to share your past traumas. Rather, she seeks to help you acknowledge and process the feelings your mind and body are urging you to confront, enabling you to progress forward.

You bask in her warm glance for a few moments longer before you softly exhale, preparing your heart for what’s to come.

“It’s just a lot, Shuri. Not in a bad way. It’s never in a bad way when it comes to you. You’re so perfect, your love is overflowing and shit. It’s just…I’m just…”

“Yitsho.” (Say it.)

You sigh.

“Shuri, I-I just…”

Shuri notices your struggle, the way your voice breaks off and she immediately runs to your side, placing a kiss on your forehead before she lowers herself on one knee in front of you. She takes your hands, running her soft lips against your knuckles and you could cry. You loved her so much and it scared the shit out of you that you knew she deeply loved you too.

“I’m scared, Shuri.”

“Mhmm. Keep going, my love, I’m right here. Let it out.”

“I’m scared that…” Your voice gradually faded with your words becoming entangled in your throat, making it harder to breathe. You took a brief pause, collecting your thoughts so that they could flow effortlessly from your lips. “I’m scared that one day you’re gonna look at me and not love what you see anymore.”

You stopped there, curious as to what kind of response she would give you. But of course, she only encouraged you to proceed.

“You’re doing so good, y/n. Keep going…I know there’s more in that big heart of yours.”

You let out another sigh, not born out of annoyance or frustration, but rather a sigh of relief.

“I’m just worried that one day you’re gonna get tired of me, that I’m going to be…I don’t know…I guess just too much. To be fair, I am kinda a lot to be around…I-I understand that I’m not the easiest person to love, and that I can be a handful…”

You were on the verge of tears, but you didn’t allow them to escape you just yet. “I’m just scared you’re gonna get tired of me and I’m just not sure I can handle that, Shuri.”

“Mmm,” Shuri hummed, not once taking her gaze off yours as she continued to kneel in front of you. She brought your hands in for a kiss, loving lips attaching themselves to your soft, brown skin. She lifts herself up to reach your forehead, placing one last kiss before she speaks.

“You know why I chose you, y/n?”

You shake your head, unable to speak in fear that your emotions might overwhelm you and you did not want to ruin this perfect evening with Shuri more than you already felt you had. Shuri lets out a soft chuckle, her pearly teeth revealed through a crooked grin that placed butterflies in the depths of your stomach.

“It’s actually quite simple, nkosazana. I chose you because I love you. I love everything about you. I love your dimples when you smile, and those beautiful eyes, sthandwa. I love your body, everything about it is perfect. Your stomach, your thighs…what’s in between your thighs-“

“Shuri, you’re just talking about my body--”

“Ssshhh, I’m not done. I love your sense of humor, how you’re always laughing and it makes me laugh. Puts a smile to my face when I have no smile to offer. I love your strength and your capability to love even though the world has not been so kind to you. I love your creativity and how artistic you are, it balances me out because you know I love my science. It's nice to have an artist to level the plane. I love your beautiful dark skin and all its simplicities and complexities. I love how you encourage me to be my best, and you push me to be better, for you but most importantly for myself…”

“Shuri…”

“Wait, sthandwa, I have more to say. When…when I lost my brother, I felt as if the world came crashing down on me…he was my favorite person to be around and when he was gone…there was just…nothing…”

Her voice started to falter, unveiling the enduring pain that Shuri carries within herself each day, concealed by the smile she presents to you. A solitary teardrop escaped from her eye, though she hastily wiped it away. She wasn't prepared to break just yet, and neither were you.

“Shuri, you don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to.”

“I want to…and I need to. And you need to hear it.”

You offer a tender smile, conveying to Shuri that everything would be alright. Shuri breathes in, lightly grazing her lips against your hands before proceeding.

“And then…when my mother died…I just…”

“Shuri-”

“I had no will to live anymore because what was the point? I had no one. Nothing. Until…until you.”

You choked down a sob, one that would undoubtedly have torn through your entire being had you let it fully consume you.

“You reminded me of what it is to be happy, to laugh, like genuinely laugh…haven’t done that since my brother, I almost forgot what it felt like. You showed me that there’s so much more to live for, so much the world has to offer and I wouldn’t have it any other way, nkosazana.”

You offer a subtle nod, tears streaming down your face with an unrestrained flow, and this time you permit it. She was utterly flawless, an exquisite fusion of affection and happiness, seamlessly mending the shattered fragments of your own existence. Her embrace provided solace, her gaze offered a sense of security, and there was no place in the world you'd prefer to be at this very moment, and no one else you'd rather be with.

“Umhle kakhulu, y/n,” ("I love you, y/n”) she says with one last kiss before she stands, gesturing to you to stand as well. She pulls you into her embrace, a hug that engulfs every fiber of your being, immersing you in the warmth emanating from her body and permeating back into yours. She placed a firm kiss onto your forehead before you pressed your face into her chest, allowing gentle tears to cascade down your cheeks and onto the fabric of her shirt. Yet, she doesn't mind. She wanted to catch every single droplet that escaped you and tuck them away so you were no longer burdened by fears that weren’t truly there. She hated that you felt scared, apprehensive about the future and the uncertainties it holds, because she will never abandon you. She needs you just as much as you need her. Perhaps even more so.

She cupped your face in the palm of your hands, looking down at puffy eyes and puffy lips as you sniffled.

“You’re literally so beautiful, y/n,” she promises, pressing a kiss into your nose. “Just pour it out, let yourself feel the things you feel, my love. You have to let it out, y/n. Do you understand me?”

You nod, your lips forming a pout before more tears fell from her words.

“I’m not saying you have to explain things when you don’t feel like it. But what I am saying is I am your partner, your girlfriend and I’m here for you. I love you. And I want you to know that I love you, more than anything or anyone else in the world, and that I need you just as bad.”

If you hadn't been a tearful wreck before, you most certainly were now. Cheeks marked with traces of tears remained within Shuri's grasp as you drew her closer for another kiss.

“That’s it, y/n. Just let it out…I’m right here. Ndizohlala ndilapha.” (I’ll always be right here.”)

“I love you so so much, Shuri,” you promise, your voice broken from the lump in your throat.

“You know what the best part of this trip was, sthandwa sam?”

“Hmmm, what could that be, baby?”

A beautiful smile adorned her face as she lifted you up and twirled you around, dancing on a rooftop while your laughter echoed with genuine delight. She sat down on the chair, bringing you into her lap as you straddled her, holding her like it was your last time.

“We may have just traveled the world and its most exquisite landmarks, but you…you were my favorite part. No building or ancient structure is as beautiful and strong as my girl.”

The smile that graced your face was a sight of pure bliss in Shuri's eyes, as she cherished nothing more than the radiance of your beautiful smile. She buries her face in the nape of your neck, gently pressing her lips against your firm yet sensitive skin.

“Every morning I woke up next to you…every dinner I shared with you…every night I had my way with you…”

With each declaration, her kisses grew more fervent, targeting the places she knew weakened you. You wrapped your arms around her neck, fully embracing how much she rendered you powerless through every movement she made and every word she spoke. She was addicting, all consuming, fogging each and everyone of your senses but your pounding heart was a reminder as to where exactly you were.

“Shuri…we-we’re on a public rooftop,” you stuttered, trembling beneath her passionate kisses as you struggled to contain the pulse that found its way between your thighs.

“No one is coming. I made sure of that,” she replies, her face still sunken into your neck as she begins lifting your dress up to bunch around your waist. The light pulsing between your thighs transitioned to heavy throbbing, as melanated bodies grew more eager to feel one another.

“Let me know if you’re ok, y/n,” Shuri says, wanting to make sure that your head and heart is in the right place to proceed with her intimacy. You were more than ok, because even though your heart was often troubled and your mind was in constant battle, your body was always willing to receive whatever obstacle Shuri would give you.

“I’m ok, Shuri,” you reply desperately, slowly grinding your crotch in her lap. Shuri notices this, wasting no time in cupping your saturated cunt, casually stroking you over the thin lace of your panties. It was torturous, how close yet so far she was from where you needed her.

“Shuri,” you whined, a wounded sound that made Shuri smile.

“That’s it, sthandwa. Yilangazelele.” (That’s it, baby. Be desperate for it.”)

“Mmmm,” you moaned as she carefully pulled the fabric to the side, gliding her fingers through your folds, grazing your pulsing clit and it made you frantic. “Sh-Shuri.”

Her strokes came to a halt as she pressed into your clit, a shocking sensation radiating through your thumping nerves.

“Show me how you do it,” she whispered into you.

“Hmm?” you moaned in question.

“Show me how you do it, my pretty girl. Rock on me. Be desperate for it.”

She gently caressed your clit for a few more beats before ceasing, signaling your cue. Gradually, you widen the space between your thighs, allowing her more room to tenderly touch your delicate clit with the pads of her fingers, exerting a firm pressure as you slowly but surely start to grind in response. She wanted to watch you work for it, observe your struggle as you ascended towards your own pleasure.

“Shuri, baby. Ah.”

The feeling was deeply fulfilling, your clit fluttering with each swipe as your soft moans pleased Shuri’s senses. A grin appeared on Shuri's lips as she observed how your pleasure radiated through your facial expressions. Your eyelids grow heavy, your eyebrows relaxed as your mouth falls open. The knot in your stomach tightened as your grinds became harder, your pussy getting louder as you soaked her fingers.

“Look at you go.”

“Unh.”

“Yeah that’s right,y/n. Mntana oyimtombazana.” (“Work for it.”)

“Shuri, unh..shit.”

Shuri gently grabs your throat, not enough to hinder your breathing but enough to get your attention. She entices you closer, pulling you in as she presses her lips to your ear, her words eliciting a shiver that surges through your body, infusing your pounding clit with waves of pleasure, as if it wasn’t already too much on your body.

“Such a needy little pussy, huh?”

“Mhmm. Yeah.”

“So slippery, nkosazana. All this just for me, yeah?”

“Yes, baby yes.”

It was absolutely sensational, her fingers coming in contact with your body as you rubbed against her created a knot in your stomach as the heat coursed through your legs and Shuri’s gaze remained on you, shifting from your pleasured face to your tired cunt.

“Your pussy is so pretty, look at how swollen you are…Bast.”

“Sh-Shuri,” you tremble, a warning that you were close. “I..I..I’m close. Mmm…uhn.”

“Hold it, sthandwa. I know you can.”

“B-but I can’t. I need to.”

“You can do it. Cuz you got no choice, my pretty girl. The most beautiful girl.”

Her carefully selected words seamlessly intertwined with your every gesture, engulfing you in a sensation that overwhelmed your mind and your pussy. The intensity compelled you to surrender, to embrace the fiery passion swirling within your core, while your pussy delicately throbbed.

“Shuri, stop talking like that…you’re gonna make me…f-fuck. Shit.”

“What is it, y/n? Can’t handle being my pretty princess?” She gained pleasure from teasing you, relishing in the sight of your blissful torment while you writhed on top of her, fighting hard to obey her and not cum until she let you. “Would you rather be my pretty slut?”

“Baby…please,” you begged.

“Mmmm,” she hummed low. “You can be both.”

“Shit,” you whined, unintentionally slowing your movements down to give your swollen clit a moment to wind down.

“Khange ndithi ungacotha. Qhubeka uhamba. Ndibonise ukuba ufuna embi kangakanani.” (I didn’t say you can slow down. Keep going. Show me how bad you want it.”)

“Shuri..I-I…”

As you were at the threshold, a few more swipes away from releasing onto her, she removed her fingers from you, a long sticky line connecting with her fingers until she drew them into her mouth, cleaning them dry as she kept her eyes on you.

“Wh-why did you do that?,” you struggled to say as your impending orgasm remained trapped between your legs, so close to being released from your body before she denied you. Shuri chuckles before kissing your cheek, still tear-stained from earlier.

“Ssshh, my love. You’ll get it soon. Don’t worry.”

Gently raising you from her lap, she clasped your hand as the two of you headed back to your hotel room. Your tense pussy nerves made walking a challenge, causing you to falter occasionally, but Shuri guided you every step of the way.

♪ ༘⋆ You love my lips ‘cause they say the things we’ve always been afraid of, I can feel it starting to subside, learning to believe in what is mine ♪ ༘⋆ (pov - ariana grande)

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

"Oh my god, Shuri!" you exclaim, caught off guard, as Shuri effortlessly lifts you off the ground and twirls you around, cradling your body in her embrace as you walk down the hotel corridor. With a playful gesture, she plants several kisses on your cheek, eliciting another burst of laughter from you. “Shuri, put me down!,” you manage to utter amidst your genuine laughter, even though your plea for her to let you go was anything but.

“Absolutely not, nkoszana,” she teases, spinning you once more before you make it to your hotel door. It was then Shuri placed you down, trapping you between the door and her body as her mouth traveled back to that sweet spot on your neck. Your hand made its way to the back of her head, gently grasping her soft curls as her passionate kisses milk a moan off your lips. Her hands creep down your body, caressing your curves before her fingers slowly find their way between your legs again, causing your knees to give out for a split second as you were still sore from your unreleased orgasm.

“Wait-Shuri…shit.”

The instant her fingers stroke you over the drenched material, a familiar sensation stirs within you, beckoning your orgasm to well up once more, eager to escape from your body.

“Shuri…please.”

“Hmmm?”

“Shuri…I…inside please, let’s go inside?”

She lifted her face from your neck, her hungry eyes meeting your pained ones as she continued her assault on your pussy. She dips her ring and middle finger beneath the fabric, coming in pure contact with your swollen clit once again, sending an electric pulse swimming through your aching cunt.

“Shuri-ah!,” you moaned loudly, most likely audible to anyone that may have been occupying any other of the hotel rooms. Shuri lifted a finger to your lip, a gesture that told you to keep quiet.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whispered, struggling to keep your heavy moans at bay.

“It’s ok, sthandwa, you’re ok. Let’s go inside now, yeah?”

You nodded, the only response you could give because if you dare to speak, coherent words would not fall out. Shuri only smirked at you, opening the door before lifting you up once again, shutting the door behind her aggressively while the two of you passionately kissed until your back gently pressed onto the bed.

Shuri was delicate in removing your dress from your body, gliding the zipper downwards and gracefully allowing the slender straps to slip off your shoulders. Your panties, she was not so gentle with, hooking her fingers underneath the lace that hugged your hips and tearing them, causing a whine to escape your lips.

“Shuri!”

“I’ll get you another pair, my love, do not worry.”

You yearned one another intensely, craving Shuri's touch with a deep hunger, and she desired you just as deep. For a moment, she got off the bed, allowing herself to become entranced with the way your slick glistened your inner thighs, doing all this as she unbuttoned her dress shirt and rolled up her sleeves, her small gold chain crystalline against her ebony skin. She was so beautiful and the sight of her only heightened your arousal, your core pulsing beneath her gaze.

Shuri got on the bed, resting herself on the headboard before motioning you to sit on her lap and you oblige, spreading your legs over hers as your pussy lingered above her crotch. She wasted no time sinking her eager fingers through your folds, her digits getting lost in your thick, swollen pussy as you feel the coolness of her rings up against you. She occasionally brushes over your clit and you flinch every time, still sensitive from her lingering touch.

“Shuri, stop playing baby,” you whine, completely unashamed of how needy your plea sounds.

“Where do you want me?”

“Inside…pl-please?”

“Mhmm….” Shuri pressed into your clit once more, pushing loving circles into you before she made her way down to your clenching hole. You were drenched, desperate for her touch but Shuri desired to savor this moment as if it were a rare occurrence, aiming to reaffirm that you were more than what others perceived you to be because in her eyes, you meant everything and even more.

She traced her fingers over your entrance, feeling the way your pussy chased after her in desperation. The relentless teasing she subjected you to was unbearable, driving you to the edge of exhaustion as your impatience mounted, begging her to put an end to it.

“Shuri, pleeease.”

With a sly expression, Shuri's crooked grin compliments her fingers as they firmly dig into you, using her free hand to guide your body onto her as if you were sitting onto her strap. She continuously pushes into you until her knuckles kiss your pussy lips, Shuri’s fingers are well acquainted with your body, swiftly linking the pads with that special spot inside you that makes your pussy walls convulse violently, prompting you to bury your head into her as you moan into her shoulder.

“Oh yes, Shuri, unh.”

“I want you to bounce, nkosazana. Ride me like you ride my dick.”

With her words infused with the depth in her tone, it provided all the motivation you required. A shiver rushed down your spine, intertwining with the shiver that surged through your pussy walls, instantly targeting your g-spot as you milked Shuri’s fingers.

Raising your head from her shoulder, you met her gaze fixed not on your eyes but on your body, observing every reaction you had to her touch. The way your breasts bounced frantically in tempo with her thrusts, and the way your pussy lips swelled from the stimulation made it evident just how much you desired her and how eager you were to surrender to the woman below you. Shuri brought her lips to your face, her eyebrows scrunched together as she planted fervent kisses on your temple before softly whispering words of reassurance into your ear, causing your walls to clench around her with urgency.

“Injalo, ntombi yam entle. Yileqe.” (“That’s right, my pretty girl. Chase it.”)

“Shuri, please.”

“Ukhangeleka umhle ngolu hlobo. Intle kakhulu xa uyinqwenela.” (“You look so pretty like this. So pretty when you’re desperate for it.”)

It’s moments like these where you’re thankful that you learned to speak Xhosa fluently, your mind becoming foggy with the native words that spill off of Shuri's tongue as her thrusts and your bounces simultaneously find each other in your g-spot. It was nothing short of pure bliss as your orgasm crept through you, the heat in your stomach igniting as your wet pussy echoed through the hotel room.

“Sh-Shuri…I’m gonna cum, Shuri.”

“Then do it.”

“Ah!”

For a few moments longer, Shuri showers you with praise, extolling your body and emphasizing how flawlessly your pussy compliments her, designed to take her and listen to her and this was all made clear with how her voice radiated through her next words, instantly pushing you to your orgasm.

“Cum, baby. Let this aching pussy have what she’s been begging for all night.”

And with her words, the pressure built to your breaking point as you released right onto her, oozing onto her hand and trailing down to her crotch. Your orgasm crashed through you wave after wave as Shuri continued to praise you through it, making promises of forever and how much she loves her pretty girl.

“Shuri, yeah,” you trembled, moans shattered and delicate, struggling to articulate thoughts while your mind and pussy absorbed everything.

"Ngokwenyani ungoyena mntu umhle ndakha ndambona. Ndifuna nje ukwenza ukuba ube cum ngokuphindaphindiweyo." ("You're literally the most beautiful person I've ever seen. I just wanna make you cum over and over again.")

“I..fuck.”

“Will you let me do that, y/n? Make you cum all the time? Whenever I please?”

You nod frantically, the pulse in your walls growing as Shuri continues to fuck you through it, switching between rubbing your clit and thrusting into you as you struggle to come down from your blissful state.

“Fuck, I love you,” she mumbles, repositioning you so your on your back, almost unaware of where you were but you snapped back to reality as you feel Shuri spread your legs open and place her mouth inbetween them, grazing her lips over your still sensitive clit and your whole body spasmed at her touch, absolutely fragile from your lingering orgasm.

“W-wait Shuri…I can’t…please,” you whimper, placing your hand over your aching pussy.

“Yihambise.” (“Move it.”)

“Baby…I-I…”

“Y/n…I said move it.”

You shake your head from side to side in protest, your face contorting in a mix of desperation and fatigue as your delicate pussy continues its rhythmic throb. Shuri removes herself from between your thighs, leaning forward to meet your gaze as she gently pinches your chin to redirect your attention to her. Cradling the back of your head, she holds you close, her light chain dangling inches from your face.

“There isn’t a woman in the world as strong as my baby girl. You can take anything. I promise. Do you understand me?”

You vigorously nod and she chuckles at the sight of your vulnerability, noticing how your responses have been reduced to mere head gestures, as you grapple to form coherent sentences.

“I know what your pussy needs, and from the way you’re still leaking onto these sheets like a slut, I know she wants more. Am I right?”

Another nod.

“Uze ube yintombazana elungileyo kum, nkosazana, wenze le nto ndiyithethayo. Hambisa isandla sakho.” (“Then be a good girl for me, princess, and do what I say. Move your hand.”)

You hesitated at first before you obeyed her words. You removed your hand from the heat between your thighs, revealing your pussy that continued to drip for her. Your pussy lips were puffy, your clit enlarged as you opened your legs wider for Shuris devour and she practically salivated at the sight of you before she dove into her meal with one flat lick through your folds. Instantly, your hand gravitates to your pussy again but Shuri lightly pushes it out the way, allowing nothing to get between her and what belongs to her.

“Ungakhe ucinge ngayo.” (“Don’t even think about it.”)

Finally, she takes your clit into the swells of her lips, pulling you into her mouth as she sucked and slurped both in and around you. Your legs rest on her shoulders, her hands hooked around your thighs, your toes perfectly pointed. It was overwhelming, her mouth on you as she moaned into your pussy and connected her gaze with yours. You brought your hand to gently fist her curls, using them as a handle to grind down on her tongue.

“Shuri, oh my god, baby yes,”

“Take it easy, sthandwa. I don’t want you cumming just yet.”

“Oh…okay…fuck.”

The squelch of your pussy resonated loudly, wet lips meeting wet lips as you sensed your impending climax. Your stomach started to twist into knots, the soles of your feet and palms of your hands tingle while your pussy hole tightened. You weren’t certain with how much longer you could keep it in as Shuri’s tongue work seemed to intensify, causing your cunt to clench repeatedly.

“Baby…I’m gonna-you’re gonna make me-”

Once again, Shuri moaned into your pussy, a sound that added to your already soaked cunt before reluctantly letting go. The physical and mental turmoil of nearing the threshold, only to be abruptly pulled away was agonizing. But Shuri had a different plan for the both of you. She wanted to experience your body entirely, to witness your release directly onto her as your body completely unraveled and understood that you belonged to her and it will remain so as long as you allow it.

She locks eyes with you while standing by the bed. With elegance and sexual frustration, she begins to unbutton the rest of her dress shirt, meticulously lifting the fabric from her body. Her perky breasts rest beautifully on her chest, her dark skin seemingly eager to intertwine with yours. As she begins to undo her belt buckle, you shift your position to sit at the edge of the bed in front of her, wanting to take over and complete the task yourself.

“Here baby, lemme take these off of you,” you plead. She nods in agreement, making room for you to complete the job. You earnestly unbuckle her belt, undoing each button one by one as you press your lips against the valley in her breasts. When her pants were undone, you slipped your hand beneath her boxers, your palm coming in direct contact with her dripping pussy and she took a sharp inhale as you glided through her folds.

“So wet just from tasting me,” you whispered with a smirk.

“Ndimanzi kuba ndikuthanda,” she replied. (“I’m wet because I love you.) She completely removes her pants and boxers from her body, standing before you fully bare in her petite yet toned body. “Lala phantsi ngenxa yam.” (“Lie back down for me.”)

In no time, Shuri grips your calf, guiding you into a perfect position where her pussy can meet yours. The moment she touches you, the instant her aching bud kisses yours, a surge of immediate pleasure overwhelms you, your jaw falling open as you sing soft melodies of praise meant for her ears only.

“Fuck baby.”

She embraces you, swaying back and forth until it feels like the entire universe is within your grasp. Your melanated skins meld as one, two feminine bodies intertwining to form the most exquisite shades of brown.

“Sh-Shuri, un-UNH.” Your moans escalated, becoming filthier by the second and you couldn't help but feel a tinge of embarrassment with how easily aroused you became and so you bit your bottom lip to try and contain the shameful moans that sat in the pit of your throat. Shuri's face was concentrated, eyebrows furrowing as she was captivated by the sight of your puffy pussy on hers; concentrated on sloshing cores and the friction created below. But she was determined to hear you, reveling in your inability to keep quiet as she pleased you with her body. She allowed muffled moans and gentle whimpers to linger on for too long, fully aware that you wanted to completely unleash yourself. And she would make you.

“No, don’t do that.”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t hold back.”

No matter how many times she saw you naked, how many times she’s fucked you into oblivion, you always became embarrassed with how effortlessly compliant your body was, how loud your mouth and your pussy desperately became.

“What’d I say about holding it in?”

You shake your head in defiance, struggling to muffle the pitiful moan welling up within you. It's almost as if you're testing her, curious to see how she'll respond and whether she'll get her way. Shuri doesn’t hesitate to snake her palm around your throat, almost in a loving manner as she grins. She presses lightly, again, not enough to hinder your breathing pattern but enough to get your attention on her.

“Answer me, princess. What’d I say about holding it in?”

“Y-you…fuck. You said n-not to,” you struggled to say amidst Shuri’s heavy grinding.

“Injalo, ntombi yam entle,” she responds (“That’s right, my pretty girl). Still, you resist her, intrigued to witness the depths of determination in your normally tender and affectionate Shuri, to see how far she'll go in pursuing her own desires. You feel the compression on your windpipe escalate much harder than it was, oxygen struggling to move down your throat and it makes you soak as you moan in unison with your guttural gasps. You clasp her wrist for support, a soft smile appearing on your face as you get lost in your dwindling breathing pattern.

“I…Shuri…AH!”

“That’s it, y/n. Pour it out, just like I said. Let yourself feel the things you feel. Let me give your pretty pussy what she deserves…shit.”

“UNH.”

“Nantso ke sthandwa sam, mandikuva.” (“That’s it my love, let me hear you.”)

Your pussy entrance clenched frantically, your used clit beating like rapid thunder as your orgasm awaited you. And it was no different for Shuri. It was written all over her face. The more she spoke, the more broken and disheveled her sentences became, her jaw twitching and abs contracting as she chased her own high, absolutely desperate to feel your pussy cum all over her palpitating clit.

“Sh…Shuri! Ooooo fuck baby…I-I’m gonna…”

“Do it. Flood m-me…unh.”

Both of your moans were messy, filling the air with cries of each others names as Shuri continued to fuck you with her drenched pussy. It was exhilarating, a rush of warmth that surged through your body, starting as a tight ball of heat in your sex and radiating outward. The thump between your dewy folds pulsed at a faltering rhythm, one beat upon another, as you felt Shuri's clit continuously twitching and teasing against you.

“Fuck, y/n. You make my pussy feel so g-good,” Shuri moaned, struggling to descend from her own state of bliss. And she was a sight to see. Her dark skin glistened with perspiration, the chain adhering to her body due to the sweat. Her curls were ruffled, their natural pattern still discernible but marred by the droplets of sweat that trickled down her forehead. And you could always tell how hard her orgasm was rushing through her body with the way her abs tightened and her jaw clenched, her pussy puffed out as her clit jolted with pleasure. Your girlfriend was ridiculously sexy and the way her body reacted to yours was a testament in itself with how much she loved you.

Before you were able to come back to earth, you felt one last lick up your folds and you shuddered violently forcing Shuri to grip your thighs tightly in order to keep you still. You were still so achy, pulsations still finding a way to decrease as Shuri pressed her mouth onto you, kissing your pussy lips like they’re the lips on your face.

“Ugqibelele kakhulu,” she hums into your cunt before licking your juices up (“You’re so perfect,”). “Intwana yakho igqibelele.” (“Your pussy is so perfect.”)

Another lick through your folds that makes you jolt and you consider trying to squirm out of her grasp but the sight of Shuri worshiping words of praise into your pussy in her native tongue is enough to let you keep her there.

"Ndifuna ukudlala kwi intwana yakho ngalo lonke ixesha.” (“I want to play in your pussy all the time.”)

“Ufuna ukwenza ukuba uze ngapha nangapha nangaphezulu kwakhona.” (“Wanna make you cum over and over and over again.”)

“Nanini na ndifuna.” (“Whenever I want.”)

"Kuba ndiyakuthanda." (“Because I love you.”)

“Intwana yam.” (“My pussy.)

“Umntwana wam oyintombazana.” (“My baby girl.”)

They were words of promise, words of desire as you cum once more. The waves of her husky voice surged through you as her mouth wrapped around your clit and you whimpered through your overwhelming orgasm, legs trembling as you trapped Shuri between the thickness of your dark thighs.

“Sh-Shuri…please. I-ah…I can’t take it anymore.”

“I know, baby.”

“Then…please.” You were shaking, completely overtaken by it all. “Please Shuri…I can’t.”

Shuri plants one last kiss onto your clit and you shudder, breasts and thick thighs jiggling one last time before Shuri removes herself from the heaven between them. You were her baby girl, her princess, her everything and she didn’t want you to feel anything less. She comes back up to face you, caressing your cheek as sleep crept through your mind.

“Y/n…are you able to wash up yourself?”

You nodded and Shuri smiled, proud of you.

“Then go do it, please. I’ll be out here waiting for you.”

“W-wait…why can’t we wash up together? We always do it together,” you pouted.

“Sshhhh,” she whispered, still caressing your beautiful face. “Kukanye nje, sthandwa sam. Ndiyacela." (“Just this once, my love. Please.”)

You hesitate, but nod, bringing her in for a kiss as you taste the remnants of your pleasure on Shuri’s lips.

“Good girl. Always my good girl.”

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

♪ ༘⋆ Open up those gates to your heart, Only if you’ll let me ♪ ༘⋆ (favorite song - toosii)

After finishing your shower and changing into pajamas, you step out of the bathroom only to be greeted by a heartwarming sight that leaves you holding back tears. A trail of rose petals leads from the bathroom door to the neatly made hotel bed, where you and Shuri shared your intimate moment. Placed on the bed is a large stuffed panda bear, a thoughtful reminder that Shuri noticed your love for these creatures during your trip to China to visit The Great Wall. Right in front of the bear sits a beautifully wrapped box. Shuri's smile warms your heart, and you rush into her arms, straddling her with a passionate kiss. She changed into low waisted black joggers with a matching black crop top, showing off her sculpted body and toned arms as the subtle gold chain remained on her neck. She looked damn good.

“Baby, you didn’t have to do all this.”

“Of course I did. You’re my girlfriend.”

“Shuri…”

“Sshhh, y/n, just open it.”

“But I didn’t get you anything.”

“Y/n…I don’t get you things to get things in return. I get you things because I love you and because I can. Now open it…please?”

"Mmmm okay!," you giggled, playfully pecking Shuri's nose before removing yourself from her lap. You picked up the gift, giving it a little shake before eagerly unwrapping it. Inside, you found exquisite souvenirs from each of the stops you and Shuri had made on your trip to the Seven Wonders. The items looked rare and valuable, serving as a beautiful memento of the precious time you had spent with the woman you cherished the most.

“Shuriiiiii! Where-how? How did you get these??”

Shuri shrugs her shoulders, a half cocky grin painting her face. “I have my ways.”

You rolled your eyes in a playful manner, proceeding to dig through the gift. Along with it all was a kimoyo bracelet, and you smiled at the gesture.

“Thank you babyyyy,” you squeal, wrapping your arms around her neck. “Now I can do all the things you do!”

“Welllll not quite. Wouldn’t want you hurting yourself now,” she chuckled. “I made this mostly so I can keep you safe even when I’m not around. That amongst…other things.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“What things?”

“Oh you know…like…things…like I can give you orgasms with it.”

“Oh my god, Shuri!,” you laugh, playfully hitting her once more before proceeding to look in the box, finding a folded piece of paper at the bottom.

“Oooo, what’s this??,” you ask before Shuri takes the paper from your hand, laughing in your state of confusion.

“I wanna read this to you myself,” she says, her voice smooth as silk.

“What is it?”

“Just relax for me. Here…hold this,” she says, placing the panda plush in your arms. It was so cute.

Shuri slowly unfolded the paper, kissing your lips before inhaling deeply.

“I call this piece ‘Seven Wonders’.”

“Piece? Shuri, what is this?”

“Just…listen...”

✎✯ “They say the world contains wonders, I heard there were seven

But what wonders do they speak of if we don’t live in heaven?

They say the world contains beauty, but for me it was tragic

And though I don’t believe fables, I believe you are magic

I say the world contains death, yet in you I find life

And though now I’m your girlfriend, I hope one day I’m your wife

I say the world is but hell, yet you are my heaven

And if the world contains wonders, then you are all seven” ✯✎

With each word, each stanza and rhyme, you were brought to a state of healing. A state where you could feel Shuri’s words pick up the pieces for you and mend them back into one. You were an emotional wreck, tears falling down your cheeks uncontrollably to a point where softs sobs ripped out of your mouth. Your chest felt heavy and light all at once, as you were overtaken and consumed by the love you had for your girlfriend.

“Shuri, what the fuck???,” you cried, basking it all in. “That was so fucking beautiful, what? I don’t even know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, nkoszana. You just have to believe it.”

“Shuri I…I didn’t even get you anything.”

"Baby, come here," she murmurs gently, gesturing for you to return and settle back into her lap, and you comply willingly. With your puffy eyes meeting hers, she can't help but be overwhelmed with love for you.

“You are my gift.”

Your lips form a pout, eyes twinkling with your tears.

“What life took away from me, Bast replaced with you. You, my angel, are my gift.” She places a kiss on your cheek, the salt of your tears lingering on her lips and she allows it because she wants to stay here forever, wants to sulk in everything she’s feeling as a reminder that this is not a dream. She begins crying with you, overwhelmed with the gift that was you, overwhelmed that she had explored the world’s most intricate of beauties and yet you were still the most beautiful to her.

“Thank you my love,” you whisper for her ears only, nuzzling your face into the warmth of her neck as she kisses your temple in longing. “You’re my everything, Shuri.”

“Nawe ungowam.” (“And you are mine.”) ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

♪ ༘⋆ I see reflections of me when I look at you, and I ain’t never felt this way, and I can’t lie girl you got it, and I got pain all in my body you helping me heal from, lil’ mama a real one ♪ ༘⋆ (reflections - dustystaytrue ft. toosii)

[lyricficrecs]

prove it pt. 2

pairing: shuri udaku x black!fem reader

contains: smut (18+), fluff

word count: 2.1k

vibes:

taglist: @inmyheadimobsessed @shurislover @phantomof-themcu @sapphicvqmpires @sapphicjunglefever @playhousedistee @thtgirlllmona @vixentheplanet @dejaonline @prettymrswright @prettypink-princesss

author's note: this is just pure filth. i had a fun time writing this lol. enjoy! :)

a shiver rippled through your body as your legs made contact with the breeze that swept through the night's sky. your fingers were intertwined with shuri’s as she lead you down the stairwell to the exit.

the familiar grip on your waist pulled you away from your thoughts as shuri stepped forward and placed her head in the crook of your neck.

“the view is spectacular but sthandwa, you know you're anemic.”

a chuckle fell from your lips as you playfully elbowed the woman behind you.

“i’m not even that cold! i haven't complained once tonight!” you protested.

that was a lie. you were cold the minute you walked into the club. the possibility of you ending the night shivering was inevitable yet you did not care. you wanted to be seen.

the distance between you and shuri was eating away at your confidence. you did not need shuri to be confident, but you did need her lust. her lust and desire for you had been absent for days prior to now. so, as your best friend suggested, you went out of your way to purchase a dress that showed more skin than you usually would feel comfortable wearing. the high rise slit was your favorite part of the dress—it showed just the right amount of thigh that you knew would make any woman feral. your breasts were on full display, in contrast with your arms.

peppered pecks turned into demanding kisses as shuri removed her hands from your hips, allowing them to cascade down your thighs, further examining what your dress failed to hide.

“when did you buy this?” she questioned.

her tongue was delicately circling your earlobe and you were certain she could feel each strand of hair that stood upon your neck.

you scoffed. “does it matter?”

with a sigh, shuri grabbed a handful of your ass.

“must you test me?”

your breath hitched as shuri’s grip hardened, her fingers digging into the plush of your skin with unspoken intent. the cold press of her rings against you became impossible to ignore. each one, etched with wakandan jewels and worn with quiet pride, imprinted a distinct heat where metal met flesh.

a rush of warmth flushed through your body—from the way her lips hovered at your ear, from the weight of her attention finally settling on you, wholly and unforgiving.

“i asked you a question,” she said lowly, her voice sending a tremor straight to your core.

you tried to answer, but the words dissolved into a quiet moan as her thumb brushed along the faint indent her rings left behind.

“shuri…” you swallowed, back arching into her. “s-stop, you’re gonna leave a mark.”

she pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, her gaze dark, unreadable, and hungry. a slow smirk spread across her lips. “apparently not one big enough, since you still feel inclined to leave the house dressed like this.”

without warning, her hand traced back up, lifting the hem of your dress further as her lips found your jaw, your neck, and then—just below your ear—she bit, hard enough to make you gasp.

“tell me,” she murmured against your skin, “is this what you wanted, sthandwa?”

as if on cue, a freshly waxed maybach pulled up, shining and silent like a promise.

she opened the door, her hand warm and firm at your back. the moment you slid into the buttery leather seats, the world outside ceased to matter. she joined you, hit a switch on the center console, and the partition rose—sealing the two of you off from the front.

no words. just the click of the divider. and then her voice, smooth as velvet.

“spread your legs.”

“shuri, wait—what about the driver—”

she just shrugged, already sinking to her knees between your thighs.

you froze. “shuri—”

but her hands were already parting your legs, sliding up your thighs like they belonged there. your panties were tugged aside with practiced ease, and before another thought could form, her mouth was on you.

her tongue was warm, slow at first, just enough to tease, then you felt it, the cool graze of her diamond grills catching your most sensitive spot, and your hips jumped in response.

“relax,” she murmured against your skin, the vibration making you shiver. “don’t fight it.”

you bit your lip hard as her fingers joined the rhythm, sliding into you with a patient thrust. she curled them just right—deep and slow and unrelenting—while her mouth never stopped moving.

“that’s it,” she whispered, breath hot as she licked again, lips closing around your clit with a sinful pull. “you’re already so close, aren’t you?”

you nodded, too exasperated to speak. your thighs trembled as she picked up the pace, her digits gliding in and out of you with slick, obscene precision.

“let it happen,” she said, tone low, controlled. “don’t hold back. i want to feel you fall apart on my fingers.”

you whimpered, head thrown back, hands tangled in the leather seat. the sound of your own wetness, the wet suction of her tongue, the steady pulse of her rings pressing into your skin—it was all too much.

“look at me,” she demanded.

your eyes opened, watery and dazed, and you met her gaze. her mouth glistened, eyes locked on yours like she wanted to consume every second of your unraveling.

“cum for me, now.”

her voice, her fingers, her mouth, it all crashed together and sent you spiraling. the orgasm ripped through you, sharp and blinding, your moan splitting the air. your thighs clamped around her head, and she didn’t stop—not until you were twitching, overstimulated, whining for her to slow down.

when she finally pulled back, you were a panting mess, your skin flushed and damp.

shuri wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. a smug smile tugged at her lips as she leaned back into the plush leather seat.

“you really let me do that… knowing he could hear us?”

your eyes widened, panic bubbling up.

“shuri, what?!”

she chuckled, leaned forward to kiss your trembling thigh.

“relax,” she whispered, dragging her thumb in lazy circles over your oversensitive skin. “i soundproofed the back of the vehicle. i was expecting more of a challenge but it didn't take long at all.” of course she did.

“i’m not done,” she murmured, voice dark again, but softer this time—coated in guilt, in tenderness.

her fingers slid between your folds, dragging through your slick with a low hum of satisfaction.

“you never stop wanting me, do you?”

you shook your head as her fingers pushed into you slowly, curling deep, and you gasped into the crook of her neck.

“ride it,” she breathed. “ride my fingers, baby.”

you moaned at the words, rolling your hips down, the angle perfect, her fingers hitting a spot that made your mouth fall open. you braced your hands on her shoulders as you moved, grinding, gasping, chasing something more.

“that’s it,” she murmured, voice thick. “take what you need.”

you started slow, letting her fill you deep, letting her thumb circle your clit in lazy, patient strokes. but it wasn’t enough. not when she was looking at you like that. not when her eyes said i’m sorry before her mouth ever did.

so you rode her fingers harder, the slick sound of you echoing in the backseat. your dress was bunched at your waist, her free hand squeezing your ass, guiding your rhythm with firm, steady control.

“you feel that?” she asked, voice right against your ear.

“that’s me, all of me."

your head fell to her shoulder as your pace stuttered.

“don’t hold back,” she whispered. “cum for me again. make a mess on my hand.”

your body obeyed before your brain could, your thighs shook, and she held you steady as you fell apart in her lap.

but she didn’t stop.

you whined, nails digging into her shoulders as her fingers kept moving, slower now, but just as deep.

“sh-shuri,” you gasped.

her fingers stayed inside, dragging against the spot that made your back arch. her thumb was still ghosting over your clit, drawing out every last tremor from your shaking body.

and through it all, her voice stayed close. soft. raw.

“i’m sorry, baby.”

you clenched around her fingers at the sound of her voice.

“i’ve been buried in work, in tech. in trying to make shit perfect.”

she kissed your temple.

“but what’s the point if i’m losing you in the process?”

you whimpered again, overwhelmed by the pleasure, by the weight of her words, by the way her fingers were still coaxing little aftershocks from you while her mouth soothed every inch of your skin.

“you didn’t lose me,” you whispered. “and you never will.”

her hand stilled then, fingers still deep inside you. her eyes locked on yours.

she slowly eased her fingers out, lifting them between you, slick and shining in the dim light. she brought them to her mouth, never breaking eye contact as she sucked each one clean. you exhaled shakily, heart pounding.

the soft purr of the engine was the only sound between the two of you now. shuri sat back, legs spread slightly, one arm resting on the leather as she watched you recover with quiet satisfaction. her lips glistened, her chest lifted calmly, and her fingers idly played with the rings that had just been inside of you.

knees hitting the floor between her thighs, palms resting gently on her knees, you looked up at her, eyes wide, lips still parted, body still flushed with heat. shuri raised an eyebrow.

“what are you doing?” she asked, her voice cautious.

you didn’t answer. you leaned in, pressing your cheek to her thigh, lips ghosting over the fabric of her pants. your fingers moved with purpose, toying with her belt.

her breath caught just slightly.

“you don’t have to,” she said, voice firmer now.

“tonight was for you.”

you looked up, eyes glassy, pupils wide with want. “please,” you whispered. “i need to taste you. i need to feel you on my tongue.”

shuri stared, unreadable for a moment. then your hands tugged the belt loose, and you leaned in further, resting your head on her lap, eyes still pleading.

“i wore the dress for you,” you confessed, voice breaking as your fingers moved to undo her fly. “i just… i missed you. i missed this. i missed your pussy, shuri. i think about it all the time. i needed you to want me again.”

a breath shuddered from her chest. she grabbed your chin with one hand, tilting your head up.

“don’t say that,” she murmured. “i always wanted you. i’ve just been—”

you kissed the inside of her thigh, slow and soft.

shuri cursed under her breath. “fuck… okay.”

she leaned back against the seat, shoving her briefs down and pulled you forward by your throat until your face was right where she wanted you. her thighs framed you, warm and smooth and trembling just slightly.

“hold still,” she ordered, then placed one hand on your head and sank down onto your mouth.

her taste hit you instantly, just as addictive as you remembered, and you moaned against her, tongue flattening as she rolled her hips forward, guiding the pace. she was already wet, already aching for release, and now she was letting go.

“just like that,” she gasped, her grip tightening in your hair. “you always know exactly how to—shit.”

you moaned again, sucking her clit just right, and her hips bucked in response. she grinded against you with reckless rhythm. your face was slick with her arousal as your tongue worked desperately to match the speed she needed.

“you missed this?” she panted, voice strained.

“missed having me ride your face like this?”

you hummed against her, eyes closed, hands holding onto her thighs like you might fall apart all over again.

“then take all of it,” she growled. “don’t stop. don’t—fuck—don’t stop.”

her breathing hitched, thighs beginning to shake as she lost her rhythm, grinding harder, riding your face like she needed it—like she’d been starving.

when she came, it was loud and long, her whole body trembling, hips stuttering as she let wave after wave crash through her. your tongue never stopped though, even as she whimpered, even as her grip on your hair tightened like a lifeline.

she slumped forward after, chest heaving, hand still resting in your curls as she caught her breath.

after a few silent seconds, she looked down at your flushed cheek, your wet chin, admiring how soft your eyes were.

“damn,” she whispered, voice rough. “you really meant it.”

you nodded, lips pressing softly to her thigh.

she tucked a damp curl behind your ear. “i’m sorry again,” she whispered softly. “for not being around. for making you feel like you had to prove something. i’ve just been in my head… too much. but you, you’re everything, sthandwa. you're my everything.”

you leaned up into her touch, resting your head on her thigh once more. “then be here now,” you murmured.

“i am,” she promised, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “i’m not going anywhere.”

[lyricficrecs]

Supermodel (I Still Choose You)

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This contains, LOTS of angst (not really im exaggerating) and fluff, cheater!riri, but it’s okay bc she grows n learns, oblivious!Shuri, she’s a bit of a dumbass but it’s gonna b okay, 18+ contains a bit of smut but ntm yk, I hope yall enjoy it tho !!!

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Tag list: @chivgf @inmyheadimobsessed @letitiawrightswifey

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Shuri always said love was a science.

That it could be predicted, understood, measured by moments and reactions. Riri had laughed the first time Shuri tried to explain attraction like a chemical equation, their fingers barely brushing as they sat side by side on a vibranium bench outside the Wakandan Design Group.

“Guess I’m just your favorite reaction, huh?” Riri teased, grinning.

Shuri rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed anyway. “Maybe. Or maybe you’re the anomaly I haven’t figured out yet.”

They were sweet like that. Witty. Brilliant. Riri, with her Chicago heart and unapologetic attitude. Shuri, royal and sharp, eyes always searching for a new problem to solve—until Riri had become one.

At first, it was bliss. They balanced each other. Mornings tangled in silk sheets. Lazy Wakandan sunsets. Riri building suits in Shuri’s lab, Shuri watching her with barely concealed awe. They laughed. Teased. Loved.

But then Shuri got busy.

Not in the way that annoys someone once or twice. She got Wakanda-busy. Diplomatic meetings. Tech upgrades. Council drama. Her brain never shut off. Even when they were together, she was somewhere else.

Riri noticed the shift when Shuri stopped texting back right away. When “I love you’s” turned into distracted nods. When date nights became postponed plans and last-minute cancellations. She wasn’t petty…not at first. She was understanding. Patient.

But patience has a limit. And loneliness has claws.

———

Riri met her at a tech summit in Nairobi. A girl named Asha. Smooth skin. Sharp tongue. She laughed at Riri’s jokes, asked about her arc reactor mod, leaned in a little too close when they walked down the hotel hallway.

One mistake.

One night.

The next morning, Riri didn’t feel strong. She felt hollow. Like something beautiful had cracked inside her.

———

Shuri didn’t find out right away. But Riri wasn’t good at hiding guilt. Her jokes stopped landing. She flinched when Shuri touched her. The distance that used to be one-sided became mutual.

It came out during an argument.

“You don’t even see me anymore!” Riri shouted, arms crossed, lip trembling.

“I have responsibilities—” Shuri began.

“I KNOW! But I’m not one of them anymore, am I?” Riri’s voice broke. “You don’t make time for me. You don’t ask how I am. I needed you, Shuri. And you weren’t there.”

Silence.

Shuri blinked, something fragile in her expression. “What are you saying?”

Riri’s voice was a whisper. “I cheated.”

The word was a bomb.

Time froze. Shuri’s face hardened. Her fingers curled into fists.

“You what?”

“One time. It didn’t mean anything—”

“But it meant enough,” Shuri snapped. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying! I was just—so alone. You made me feel invisible.”

“And so you decided to destroy us?”

Riri felt the tears come hot and fast. “You weren’t there! I wanted to hurt you, maybe. I don’t know. I didn’t want to feel worthless anymore.”

Shuri’s voice cracked. “You were never worthless.”

“But you made me feel like I was.”

Days passed.

Weeks.

They didn’t talk.

Shuri buried herself in work. Riri went back to MIT for a while, trying to focus, trying to forget the way Shuri’s voice had sounded when it broke. Every night she listened to Supermodel on a loop.

“I could be your supermodel if you’d believe, if you see it in me, see it in me, see it in me…”

She didn’t know if she wanted forgiveness or if she even deserved it.

When they saw each other again, it was because of a crisis—something small compared to what they’d been through. A security breach. Riri flew in to help, suit gleaming. Shuri barely looked at her at first.

But the silence between them wasn’t hate. It was pain.

After the work was done, Riri found her in the garden, staring at the stars. Just like that first night, before they’d ever kissed.

“I’m sorry,” Riri said, quietly.

“I know,” Shuri replied.

“I didn’t mean to ruin us.”

Shuri turned, eyes glossy. “I didn’t mean to neglect you.”

Riri sat beside her. “I missed you. Even when I was with her, I was thinking about you.”

“That hurts more than it helps,” Shuri said, but her voice wasn’t angry.

“I don’t want anyone else,” Riri whispered.

“I don’t want to be with someone who doesn’t fight for us,” Shuri said. “But I also don’t want to be without you.”

Silence again.

But it felt different.

Riri reached out. Shuri didn’t move away.

“Do you still love me?” Riri asked.

Shuri nodded. “Too much.”

They sat there, knees touching, the air thick with all the things they hadn’t said.

“I don’t want perfect,” Riri murmured. “I just want real. Even if we mess up.”

Shuri finally looked at her. “Then be real with me. From now on.”

“I will.”

A long breath.

Shuri leaned in. Their foreheads pressed together. No kiss yet—just a shared warmth. A beginning again.

They didn’t go back to how things were.

They went forward.

Riri still had guilt. Shuri still had scars. But they chose to try again, every single day. Sweetheart moments returned, slow walks, late-night coding sessions, shared tea under starry skies. Shuri learned to make space. Riri learned to speak up before it was too late.

Sometimes love isn’t about the fairytale.

Sometimes it’s about choosing each other even after everything breaks.

And maybe, just maybe, that’s stronger than perfection.

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Three weeks.

That’s how long it had been since they sat in the garden, forehead to forehead, hearts still cracked but open. Since they agreed to try.

It wasn’t a smooth road.

Healing never is.

Shuri started therapy.

She didn’t announce it with fanfare, didn’t tell anyone except her mother and Okoye. But something shifted after that. Her voice became more present. She stopped disappearing into her lab for 72-hour stretches. She answered texts, even if it was just a “thinking of you.”

Riri saw the effort.

She matched it.

Started journaling, writing all the things she never said out loud. Started walking away from people who made her feel less than. Said no to the parties that drained her and yes to solo nights with her own mind. She started seeing her reflection again—and not hating it.

The first time they hung out again, it was awkward.

A rooftop in Birnin Zana. Quiet. Cold tea between them.

Riri broke the silence. “I don’t want to pretend nothing happened.”

Shuri nodded. “We won’t. But we also don’t have to bleed forever.”

They made new rules. Not strict ones. Just small promises.

Talk when it’s hard.

Touch without asking only if it’s wanted.

Take time alone without guilt.

Tell the truth. Especially the ugly kind.

It was clumsy sometimes.

Riri still flinched when she felt too loved. Shuri still tensed when Riri’s phone lit up with a name she didn’t recognize.

But they didn’t run anymore.

The real makeup came on a rainy night, inside Shuri’s quarters. Lightning outside. Music low—some old Sade album spinning on vinyl.

Shuri lit candles.

Not because she wanted to be romantic. But because the lights flickered and she liked the warmth of real flame.

Riri was pacing. “You’re gonna think I’m soft for saying this…”

Shuri tilted her head. “Try me.”

Riri inhaled. “I’m scared. Like, I finally feel like I’m getting better, and that should be enough, right? But then I look at you, and I want everything back now. And it makes me panic.”

Shuri stepped closer. “You don’t need to rush the good parts. We’re already in them.”

Riri blinked. “You think this is a good part?”

“I think it’s the part where we choose each other even when it’s hard. That makes it good.”

Riri laughed, then cried a little. “Why do you always say the right thing?”

“Because I’ve said all the wrong ones before.”

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They kissed.

Not like old times—wild and hungry.

This one was slow. Careful.

It tasted like forgiveness. Like breath held too long and finally released.

Shuri pulled back, her voice soft. “Do you still want me?”

Riri leaned her forehead into hers. “I never stopped. Even when I messed up. Especially then.”

There was a silence after that. A different kind. Heavy with permission.

Shuri reached out and softly caressed Riri’s face, her thumb brushing over her cheek like she was afraid the moment might vanish if she touched too hard. Riri’s eyes fluttered shut at the tenderness.

“I missed you like this,” Shuri whispered.

“Then show me,” Riri murmured, voice breathy.

They moved slowly—every kiss, every caress, deliberate. Riri let herself be guided backward until her spine met the edge of the bed. Shuri’s hands were warm, grounding. Reverent. Like she was memorizing her all over again.

No rush.

Just discovery.

Their clothes came off in layers, like secrets being shared one at a time. There was no shame, no hesitation. Just skin against skin, hearts syncing like they were meant to.

When Shuri kissed down her collarbone, Riri gasped, threading her fingers through her hair. “God, I forgot what it felt like… to be touched like I matter.”

“You always mattered,” Shuri said into her skin. “Even when I didn’t act like it.”

The night became slow fire—soft sighs and whispered promises. Fingers learning again. Mouths confessing things words hadn’t yet. Every movement said, I still choose you. Every moan, I want us.

And when they finally collapsed into each other, warm and quiet, there were no walls left between them.

Only peace.

Only breath.

Only love, real and raw and rebuilt.

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Later, curled under Shuri’s silk sheets, Riri smiled into her chest. “So, what now?”

Shuri kissed her forehead. “Now we don’t start over. We keep going. Together.”