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Yes, Daddy pt. 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then came along Shuri Udaku.

And Riri had her first sleepover since childhood.

And her first friend.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You seen this?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the hell?”

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

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

“You okay with her catching ass from Kehlani?”

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

“Nigga, it’s Kehlani-”

“So?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And you’re okay with that?”

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

“We who?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Riri had never been so silent, so unsure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Riri started again. “I didn’t think-”

“Clearly-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you didn’t.

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

This time, she hated it.

It felt so empty, so final.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her knuckles rapped against the solid door with urgency.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What happened, Ri?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Over a week ago-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not until she learned it upset you.

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

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

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

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

You, pacing the room, looking absolutely heartbroken.

You, on your knees, picking up your things.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was eerie how right she was.

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

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

Shuri winced. Yeah, they had done that…

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

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

“Okay, what?”

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

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

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe whoever it was would take the hint and leave.

They didn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then your eyes closed.

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

You remembered why you were avoiding Riri, ignoring Shuri.

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

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

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

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

“Y’all broke into my room?”

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

“Not breaking in if I have the spare.”

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

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

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

“Shouldn’t have come at all-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were still.

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

“Silent treatment, baby? Forreal?”

The room was quiet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Poor you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slap. “Sound like a plan, Ri?”

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

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

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

“That sound like a plan, baby?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Red,” you spat at her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You got a harem, Shuri? Hm?”

“No-” Her words were drowned under yours.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Getting ready for what?”

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

“Like hell you do.”

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

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

“Y/n, you play too fucking much-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course, I do, sana-”

“Good, then go do it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They kill for all your hoes?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who they taste like?” She demands.

“You,” you reply breathily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod, “Shuri, I-”

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

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

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

“D-daddy-” you manage to stutter out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You wore these for him?”

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

“How-” Shuri starts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“There you go, baby. Let it out.”

You began to splash around her fingers.

“Good girl, nkosazana yam, keep going.��

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck, she was about to tear you apart.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shrugged, “It’s there.”

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

#shuri x reader #riri x reader #black panther #shuriri x reader #riri williams x reader #shuriri #letitia wright shuri #quintessencewrites #shuri smut #riri smut #letitia wright smut #letitia wright #dominique thorne #kehlani

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pvnks0ul · 10 months

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downtime (18+)

✪ riri w. x fem!reader

sypnosis: Riri having to pause her game and tend to you...

⚠︎: plot⁴🌽, smuttt, fingering, talks of overstimulation, lil bit of dirty talk, very short + ! amateur writing !

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She'd been playing some kind of story mode video game all day and you'd missed her touch for too long. So instead of further annoying her and asking when she'd be finished or take a break, like you'd done many times before, you plop down beside her on the plush sofa, she doesn't even spare a glance.

Her thumb and pointer finger steady their rumble against the buttons of her controller and you swear you've never felt such envy over an inanimate object.

You muster up the most dramatic sigh you could, curling into her side and your head searching for relief on her shoulder.

"Riri.." you finally find your voice– pitifully hid in her clavicle now but, it still counts for something.

She hums in response, no proper acknowledgement of you seated next to her.

"What're you doing?" rolls meekly off your tongue, the forlorn attempt for even a sliver of her attention was painfully obvious.

Riri side eyes you, her rosy tongue swipes across her bottom lip, a smirk bubbling under the surface because she knows you know and there's no way you didn't because she's seen you see her each time you walked directly infront of the tv.

"Trying to play my game."

“Ohh..” You frown at the impassive answer but continued to press on until she caved.

You brought your legs up under yourself, allowing you to lean further into her space and shrouding half of her torso, wrapping one hand around her neck to support yourself and the other sitting at the mid drift of her tank.

Riri peers down to your hand scraping at her lower stomach, fiddling with the band of her boxers, a very dry, “..yup..” Slips past her lips before she’s snatching her buried arm from under you.

While she's acting distracted, sneaky fingers play their way up her tee, whisking over the toned skin of her abs nonstop as you awaited that familiar tense and gauge that lets you know you got her backed into a corner.

Riri clears her throat at your teasing, trying to blink the blooming lust out of her system. You push her controller down into the center of her lap, nudging the structure of her neck with your temple, you carp sweetly, "...Play with me instead."

That tantalizing attitude is exactly what got you pushed deep down into the seats of your couch, legs splayed on either side of Riris body as she coached you towards your first orgasm of the night, your fitful moans nothing but music to her ears.

"mmnh, mmhm, was it worth it?" her syrupy tone contrasts greatly from the way she aggressively scissored your pussy open with her middle and index so she could fit another.

And shit—!.. you were already so fucking wet from the ample thrusts she provided, clear sap glazing each length down to the center of her open palm, she probably would’ve been able to make do without the prepping.

“Distracting me all day long cause you wanna be fucked open…” she huffs, her wrist angling deeper into you for just that moment.

You nod and rut desperately into her curved fingers, finally rewarded with her ring joining your sloppy cunt. thumb rubbing at your puffy and overtly sensitive clit in tandem till your hips were rising shakily off the pillows, “so tell me, was it worth it baby?”

Your mouth gapes but no audible words are spoken, just broken whimpers & pleads for more as your hand met her flat tummy again. Tears actively lining within your waterducts when riri started to mock your uneven breathing back onto your parted lips.

How did she expect you to answer when she was fucking you so good your eyes refused to stay open for longer than a mere second? You were too far gone.

Riri loves the way you cling onto her biceps as she finally brings you over the edge, your sticky cream coating each finger that helped deliver you. She hums while kissing your sweat prickled temple, pursed lips marking their way to your warm cheeks whispering praises deep into your skin, she wasn’t done with you yet and you knew it.

She was going to keep you cumming over and over and then some till you physically couldn’t no longer, all because you interrupted her day.

Those disgustingly wet but ever numbing massages at your inner thigh get interrupted by her middle finger revisiting your ribbed walls. A loud whine cracks, more like pokes, through the air as you ignorantly clenched your weak legs around her hand. She slaps the smooth skin, holding one down flat with ease, so all you’d be able to do was take it.

If only you’d just sat back and let her enjoy her downtime..

a/n: idk if I like this but here’s something slight while i touch up on stuff n'… things… <333

🔖: @shurislover @ririswife @s0lam33y

#𝓴𝓲𝔀𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓼 ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱#riri williams x reader #riri fic #ironheart x reader #dominique thorne x reader #riri x you #riri williams smut #riri williams fic #marvel wlw #marvel fanfiction #marvel lgbt #marvel smut #domiiiii

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wonton4rang · 3 months

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i love u 3000 ¡!

pairing: riwoo x reader.

warnings: +18, smut, fluff, some angst maybe, kissing.

summary: short scenarios of firsts with riwoo.

note: this is a series! you can find the other ones here <3 i am OBSESSED with those riwoo's pics because omg he looks so cute and soft :(((

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first time he realises he's in love; the cliché would be you guys having dance lessons together but we are better than that so imagine you are at a convenience store, getting some ramen, sausage and a cold drink to ease the stress of your day while you listened to some music. you would be so focused on the songs blasting on your earphones that you didn't even hear the soft voice calling for you until you felt a hand tapping your shoulder and looked up. pretty eyes staring into yours and a sweet smile greeting you before he spoke up, informing you that the store was supposed to close an hour ago but he didn't want to disturb you. tbh you thought he was the cutest and nicest person ever and he got curious about the way you looked so tired yet so beautiful, so you can bet you kept going there and both of you grew feelings. he knew it from the beginning because ain't nobody doing an extra hour until 1am for almost a MONTH just for fun, bffr. you even thought the store closed at 1am because he never said anything but today he noticed you looked too tired so he spoke up </3

how would he confess; after you guys had your first meeting and actually spoke to each other something more than just a simple "hi, yes, thank you, please" when he was at the register, you quickly tried to appeal more to him as you noticed he was kinda shy. which lead to you waiting for him to finish his shift and walk together to the bus stop while you talked about anything and everything, he was just so fun to be around and he felt the same way. so that day after you left the store and walked through the streets during winter, he held your hand so he could make you stop and look at him before he laughed softly and got closer to you, explaining how happy he felt by your side and that even if he wasn't the best boy in the world, he would like you to give him a chance to make you as happy as you made him.

officially dating w riwoo; do you know about those really clingy yet shy and retracted type of boyfriends that might be mistaken as really dumb and blindly in love and would be so funny to be around, making all sorts of jokes but just to you and with you because he just feels comfortable enough by your side? yeah, well, hi riwoo <33 he would always be making those dad jokes while he looked right into your eyes and waited for you to laugh at the most awful thing ever said by a human being. he would be really clingy, kisses all over your face, cuddles for hours and hours while he just softly caresses your hair and kisses your cheeks, even falling asleep for a while with you on his arms because that's just how much peace you gave him. you obviously did karaoke night every once in a while while singing your lungs out and dancing till your feet hurt.

first kiss; it would just be so cute, he would be so nervous yet decided to do it that it would make him flustered the moment he gets you alone, finally back at home (probably on karaoke night), he would sit besides you and you felt his hands shaking when he grabbed your arm and barely held your stare before looking at the ground. "is something wrong, riri?" his head denied your words but the way he kept shaking made you a little bit sceptical about his answer so you tried to make him look at you only to find his blushed face. "i feel so ashamed right now and i don't know how to ask but-" , "can i kiss you?" riwoo saw heaven's gates opening up when he heard that because he couldn't manage to say it himself. he just nodded and you were already leaning in to hold his face and lock your lips together in an innocent yet slow kiss without tongue that made both of your knees weak.

first time he wanted to do more than just a peck; even though he would be really shy during the first kiss, i do think that after the first was done he would gain confidence and kiss you a lot. so the day you guys were just watching some anime while sharing little pecks and giggles and you felt his hand hold your thigh, you knew that something was gonna happen. specially when you looked up and he just stared down at you with a soft grin, making you move until you were sitting on his lap so he could hold the back of your neck and kiss your lips like he never did before. he would have one hand on your waist and the other one on your nape, his tongue playing with yours in such a sensual way that you couldn't help but start grinding down on him. and even though things were getting hotter with each second that passed by, he managed to giggle during the kiss, pulling away to caress your hair and then your flushed cheeks before saying "i really, really like you, y/n" :((

first time meeting your family; i feel like he would try to pretend like he ain't that nervous but he literally has a notebook with notes about everything you've said to him about your parents, sheets and more sheets of recommendations, things to say, topics of things that were trending when your parent's were young, songs from your parent's favourite singers, he had everything wrote down and yet his hands were sweating and his throat got blocked when he tried to say "hi" to them. it was funny for you because you knew how nervous he was and he had no reason to be because honestly? your parents already loved him, they have heard and seen him multiple times when they video called you and riwoo didn't even notice when he kissed the top of your head and told you to come join him at bed so you could rest. so when they said those little details they have seen, he would nervously laugh and then start to get loose and make those really bad jokes that only him and your dad would laugh about. "i hope you guys get married soon, i want grandchildren" your mom would say without the two males listening "i just hope the kids don't get his sense of humour"

first time w riwoo; when you guys get to the point were this is gonna happen, riwoo is going to look so happy, so smiley and yet looking so hot that it's just crazy. you can't seem to understand the way he looks at you with such adoring eyes while his hands caressed your body. he would be the type to hold your hands while he deeply pounds into your cunt and sweetly smiles at you, kissing your cheeks, your lips, your nose, and even your forehead, brushing his nose against the crook of your neck before sucking lighlty the skin there and making you mewl, your legs trying to shut close but his hips stopping you. "i love you so much" he would whisper every time but the first one would be engraved in the crooks of your brain, always causing a swirl in your stomach and making you blush each time you remember it.

overall, riwoo is a very loving, caring and sweet boy, you could expect the same thing with him as a lover. he is very loyal, extremely, in fact, and has a sense of duty and responsibility that is almost crazy. i also find riwoo to be an observer, not much of a talker yet he always likes to light the mood with a few jokes that are not funny but you end up laughing at his laugh.

i don't think you guys would argue much but when it happens it would probably be over some moral stuff like you wanted to do something or said something that he doesn't find to be kind or actually morally correct. it could you defending an infidelity or someone lying over something so he would definitely speak up and be so offended that he could even say "so you would cheat on me or lie to me because is not such a big deal?" the argument would end in that moment and both of you would apologize for even discussing about it.

he would be close to your parents but not super close tho, he would love you blindly, make you food, take care of you when you're sick, always lighten the mood w silly jokes and definitely introduces you to his friends.

so if you need a puppy like lover but a little bit more introverted, that only has eyes for you but wouldn't fall in the boredom of being too complaint, someone who your parents will love and, eventually, so will your friends, someone with the one you can keep your health due to good alimentation and regular physical activity, and last but not least, someone who will not be the most secure person ever but will make sure to work on it and make you feel the best, then riwoo is your best choice !!

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i think i went overboard with some of those but i'm going through such a riwoo root rn that i couldn't help it 😔 hope y'all enjoyed tho !! 🫶

#boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor scenarios #boynextdoor x reader #boynextdoor smut #riwoo imagines #riwoo smut #riwoo x reader #riwoo scenarios #boynextdoor riwoo #riwoo

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soulwrit3s · 10 months

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Riri Williams HCS

a/n: I have been extremely busy YALL. I’ve been working, sleeping, studying and repeating this cycle for the last two months. This has been in my drafts for weeks and I can finally complete it. It’s not much but more will be coming soon 💙

Stays up at night and watches TikToks and Netflix series when she should asleep. She tries to go back to bed and act like it never happened when you wake up.

She kinda likes to chase so even if you ain’t into her the first time y’all meet it kinda boosts her ego.

Stalks your Instagram and tells all her friends about you but plays all nonchalant when she sees you.

Refuses to slide into your DMS if you aren’t even friends.

Is a horrible liar. By far one of worst you’ve ever met.

Genuinely gets irritated but holds back when you do outlandish shit.

She does your hair for you and always jokes about you paying her.

If YOU hate someone, SHE hates them too.

you actually can’t stand her sometimes because she references tech shit you don’t know about.

You gave her access to your Instagram account and she reposted all your posts, all of your friends were extremely lost as to why you called yourself fine from posts from a year ago.

She offers to do your homework and you let her.

You’ve gotten images of her from her friends when you text her, her legs start swinging and her face is pressed to her screen.

By far one of the worst texters none to man. She texts dry asl, you’d expect someone in technology to know but…she doesn’t and she texts late.

Always making stupid jokes that make you cringe.

Is actually a party-goer and loves to turn up but hates the smell of alcohol.

Hates chocolate flavored-anything so you’re stumped for what candy to get every Valentine’s Day.

Owns so many compression shirts and white tees that you begin to lose count.

Will eat her food scorching hot even though you try to stop her.

Doesn’t remember a thing so half of your tea-spilling sessions consists of you giving her a recap.

Hates Dunkin’ Donuts. Anything from there.

She never lets you drive her car at all.

Dogs you if you don’t know any meek mill songs.

Every time she picks you up from somewhere, she rolls the windows down and blasts the loudest music she can on purpose.

She so awkward when she’s with your friends because she’s worried that they don’t like her.

She’s always sleep deprived. Like constantly.

She can never stick to a single sport and has played so many different ones that she’s lost count.

Once you went to the gym together and you never went with her ever again after seeing how heavy and difficult her routine is.

As much as she appreciates your help if you ever choose to clean her dorm, she likes everything a specific way and will complete redo it herself.

She never questions how or why her clothes have gone missing.

Deadass thought Netflix and chill meant to watch Netflix and chill.

#riri williams #riri x reader #riri williams x reader #black panther

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blacklesbothatlovestowrite · 5 months

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On My Mama Pt. 6

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“Yo, ya’ll be doing too much.” Riri grumbled to Shuri as she sat at the kitchen island; eating a bowl of cereal. She looked exhausted. Shuri chuckled, as she drank the last of the orange juice straight out of the carton.

“My bad, Ri.” Shuri clasped a hand on Riri’s shoulder. It had been two days since the diner scene and She’d finally unlocked the lab. You and Shuri had returned back to the apartment the night before and had spent the entire night fucking.

Shuri had energy that never seemed to go down whilst you were running on the power of pure pettiness. Your moans, cries and screams the work of Shuri’s talented tongue, lips, hands and strap. You didn’t have to fake shit, Shuri worked the sounds out of your throat with little effort.

“When the fuck did this even happen? How?” Riri asked, she wanted to know how you came to fuck Shuri.

“We just talked everything out and then it just happened and kept happening.” Shuri shrugs. She tossed the empty carton in the trash before grabbing some fruit. She rinsed them and started to peel and cut them before placing them into a bowl.

She’d watched you enough to know you loved fruits. Your main favorites being mangoes, pomegranates, pineapples, kiwis, peaches, grapes, tangerines, oranges, and berries.

“Why did you lock me out of the lab?” Riri asked, still pissed about that.

“Riri. I locked everyone out of the lab. Y/n and I were fucking all over the place, why would I keep the lab open to everyone including you?” Shuri raised a brow, as she stared at the smaller girl.

“You’ve never banned me from the lab before.” Riri had a look in her eye.

“I didn’t ban you. I shut the lab down for a few days. Y/n is entitled to privacy. You may like exhibitionism but she doesn’t.” Shuri’s tone was very matter of fact and the look she gave Riri, had her realizing that Y/n had told her everything that had transpired between them fully.

“I wasn’t thinking. I was angry and hurt and…” Riri bit her lip as she felt the overwhelming urge to cry. She’d never felt this out of control and lost before. She didn’t know what to do or how to fix what she’d done.

Shuri frowned. Riri had never in all the time she’d known her been so emotional. Yes, Riri had her moments where she was angry and let her temper tule her but she’d never been so sad. She wasn’t used to seeing this side of Riri.

“I hurt Y/n and it’s killing me because she didn’t deserve that. She’s so sweet and kind and full of love underneath that bitchy, tough demeanor she has going on.” Riri sighed in frustration. “I care about her, more than I thought I ever would care about anyone let alone her. She hates me and I deserve that. I fucked up.”

“I’m not going to lie to you. What you did was fucked. However, I know you. You don’t have a malicious bone in your body. You were wrong and you did hurt Y/n but you can’t wallow in pity. You want her forgiveness, earn it. Stop feeling sorry for yourself, it won’t fix anything.” Shuri insisted, before grabbing the bowl of fruits and a bottled water. She headed for her bedroom, to see you seated on the bed.

She’d heard you run from the door to the bed as she came over. You were eavesdropping. She closed the room door behind her, and walked the items over to you. You have her a small smile in thanks before placing the food on the nightstand.

What Riri had said struck you. You hated the fact you felt bad. Why should you feel bad? She’d done something so fucked up and now she was sorry? She should have thought of this before she did what she did.

You felt a pang of guilt at the thoughts that ran through your head.

The next few weeks passed with you having very few interactions with Riri. She went back to her same old song and dance of ordering you food, leaving out notes for your classes, doing your laundry and leaving notes.

Each note was heartfelt and full of remorse but you hated them. You felt torn between forgiveness and resentment. She made herself scarce whenever you were around, locking up in her room or heading to the lab. The longer you went without seeing her, the more you felt bad.

You hated how much you liked the girl who'd disrespected you in a way you'd never been disrespected. Were you a glutton for punishment?

After a while fucking Shuri got to be draining. While you loved fucking her, you had no feelings for her and it felt passionless despite her setting your body on fire each time. You needed feelings and fucking, not just one but both.

You still slept in Shuri's room despite not having sex, liking her company. You both talked and it was eye opening because you learned so much about her. She told you about her family; her father, brother and mother.

Things many people didn't know and you were shocked she was so candid with you. She told you about how she'd met Riri, and the events leading up to the loss of her mother. Why she'd bonded with Riri as much as she had and why she felt she was cursed or paying for sins she was unaware of.

The more Shuri expressed herself, the more you realized just why she was the way that she was. She'd lost so much so young and it made your heart ache. You felt like your world had ended when you lost your father but Shuri had lost her whole family, a whole support system of people that loved and cared for her no matter what.

You'd only ever had your father once your mother decided your sexuality was something she couldn't look past, the hypocritical bitch. The more you hung out and talked, the less Shuri partied, drunk or smoked. She was laser focused on her goals, whilst turning to exercising for an outlet.

You were proud of her, seeing her get herself together and let go of her demons. She'd recently enrolled in therapy virtually with a Wakandan Doctor and made plans to visit her brother's ex lover. You knew both were big steps for her as she'd never taken mental health seriously before, and she hadn't seen her brother's ex lover since shortly after the death of her mother.

Whilst the two of you formed a friendship, you were forced to watch Shuri get her shit together. You realized you no longer had a choice to wallow in self pity or be drowned with your anger, bitterness and resentment.

Shuri helped you sign up with a Wakandan Doctor separate from her own, but you'd bailed each time the appointment was set and the call came through.

You were scared. You could admit that. You didn't want to have to dive through the several layers of fuckery that plagued your mind and your heart.

"Hey..." You looked up to see Riri standing in the entry way of the kitchen as you did your homework at the kitchen island.

"Hi." You said, dryly.

"How are you?" Riri asked, her body language showing just how uncomfortable she was.

"Peachy." You responded, looking back down at your notebook before continuing your writing.

"I um... I've been meaning to talk to you--"

"To apologize?" You snorted before looking up at her. "I don't need another apology, I've had plenty. You showed me exactly who you are and what you're capable of. I'm not even mad anymore, it was my mistake to think you were someone I could trust."

"Y/n..." Riri sighed, running her hands over her freshly done marley twists.

"Is that all you needed?" You asked.

"I... yeah." She looks down before turning around, defeated. Your attention went back to your homework, frustrated at the smallest tinge of excitement you got from seeing her. It'd been weeks since you'd seen her face to face.

"No." You hear and frown as you look up. "I was wrong, I admit that. I can't say anything that could ever take away what I did, I know that but I like you and I know you like me too. I can't pretend like these feelings don't exist, I've never cared about someone the way I care about you and it's killing me knowing I hurt you the way that I have, Ma..."

Your breath hitched as you listened to what she said. Each word making you more confused.

"Tell me you don't like me, look me in the eyes right now and tell me that you don't care about me..." Riri said, her eyes locked with yours as she walked towards you.

"You don't get to---"

"Shut. Up." Riri growled, her eyes hooded as she pulled you to face her and kissed you. Her hands gripping your face as she tried to convey the way she felt in the kiss.

"Stop." You fought against her, hating how your body was melting into her touch.

"I'm sorry, Ma." She whispered against your lips. "I'm so fucking sorry."

She continued apologizing between kisses, while holding you close to her. You felt your resolve growing weak as you moaned into her mouth. This kiss was unlike any kiss you'd ever had before and it made you angry.

"Ya'll gonna fuck in the kitchen?" You hear and Riri reluctantly moves away and you both take breaths.

"And if we were?" Riri asked her, raising a brow.

"Odd considering you know me and Y/n are kicking it." Shuri huffs.

“I didn’t realize you two were exclusive.” Riri raised a brow though it was clear the statement was a dig at Shuri.

“At the very least we’re closer than the two of you.” Shuri responded, and even though she was wearing shades it was obvious she was glaring at Riri.

“Hi, Hey, Hello?!” You wave a hand at the pair. “I’m single and can very much do whatever the fuck I want.”

“And Riri, it’ll take more than an apology and some kisses to get in my good graces. I’m tolerating you, don’t get cocky.” You level her with a stare that you hope conveys how much you did NOT like her at the moment.

Shuri smirked, and you rolled your eyes. They were acting like children. You weren’t some shiny new toy they could play with and fight over. You were a human being with real needs and emotions. It was pissing you off that they seemed to think they could do whatever to you and you’d allow it.

Forgiveness didn’t mean letting either of them continue to play you for a fool. You used Shuri for sex, and she was great to talk to but that’s as far as things went in your head. Your heart was a different story, you had a soft spot for the both of them in different ways but you refused to ever become vulnerable with either of them because you had not faith or trust in them.

Sex was simple. Fun, addicting. But anything else was just not happening. You weren’t ever going there again. Love was bullshit, and while you didn’t think you ever loved anyone before you could admit Riri made you feel things that made you second think that thought. While you could admit you were growing to like their ex, she played you worse than either of them. And to add insult to injury she never even liked you. Just used you.

“If this is going to be a problem, I can easily go back to fucking the bartender.” You say to Shuri, and the both of them glare at you. You smile, turning to head to your room. “Maybe I should hit her up again.”

A hand snatches your hips quickly, stopping you in place.

“No one can compare to me, and you know that.” Shuri says as she kisses your neck. Her hands grip your hips possessively.

“True.” You agree, holding back a moan as she sucked on your spot. Out of any one you’d fucked, Shuri had been the best and you were certain of that.

Riri scoffs to herself as Shuri turned you and lifted you up with ease and you wrapped your legs around her. A small part of you relished how uncomfortable and envious Riri felt. You knew she was pissed and the mere satisfaction of her feeling some of the hurt you felt, seemed to boost your eagerness as you moaned out.

A knock sounds at the door, and you hear Riri heading for the door as Shuri bit down on your pulse point. Your clit throbbed as she pressed you tighter against her.

“Well, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Does it love ?” A familiar voice says and you freeze as Shuri’s head whips up to look towards the door.

“It’s like looking in a mirror….” Riri whispered to herself, as she stared at the woman that resembled an older, taller you.

You turned slowly and stared.

“Well aren’t you going to invite your mother in?” She questions, looking between you, Riri and Shuri.

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Just a short little update to shake things up a bit 😉

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kisskourt · 1 year

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24/7 (drabble)

pairing: shuri x riri

contains: smut (18+)

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it was a lazy sunday afternoon; the sound of rain and thunder dancing together could be heard in the distance. with her back facing shuri’s front, riri allowed herself to fully lean into shuri’s embrace.

bare faced, fro pointing towards the sky – this version of the chicago native was her favorite.

“your hair always smells so heavenly,” shuri proclaimed, as she placed a delicate peck behind riri’s ear.

“you always smell divine.”

the royal’s tone leaked of desperation; she needed riri to understand every word that fell from her lips.

“you smell good enough to eat.”

“can i? can i devour you, my love?”

the energy in the air was so intense that the shorter of the pair could barely hear herself think. biting her lip, riri began to contemplate what to do next. this game she was playing eventually had to come to an end.

a gasp departed riri’s mouth as her eyes closed.

shuri no longer felt the need to be gentle; every ounce of patience left her body the moment she noticed the visible dampness that formed in between riri’s thighs. using her right hand, the royal wrapped her hand around riri’s neck, applying slight pressure. her left hand found its path by toying with the band of her briefs.

riri wore a cropped tank accompanied by a pair of shuri's briefs.

undoubtedly, shuri could feel how much riri needed her — she felt everything.

but shuri needed riri like she needed air; the panther was famashed.

“you don’t hear me talking to you, mama?”

releasing a sigh, riri opened her mouth, only to close it again. riri was just as desperate as the royal; the undeniable desire for shuri’s touch had been marinating for a week. this week consisted of the same pattern – shuri’s spends the night in her lab, comes home in the morning, and behaves as if everything is splendid.

the love that shuri has for science is one of the things that riri adores about her. yet sometimes, she hated how consumed shuri was with her passion. she wanted shuri 24/7; not when it was convenient to her insatiable need to create.

because of this feeling, riri wanted to prove a point.

if shuri could blow her off for a week, she could deny her for just as long.

this was only day 3 of her game.

“riri.” shuri purred, as she ghosted her hand over riri’s center.

“i know you’re upset with me,” the royal established.

“and i know you’re trying to deny me…” she slapped riri’s cunt through her briefs, taking mental note of how her left leg twitched.

“but she,” another slap, harsher this time.

“simply can’t.”

as riri attempted to squirm out of shuri’s hold, shuri removed her hand from riri’s throat.

“you dare deny your panther?” she chuckled in disbelief.

riri didn’t want to break. she wanted to hold out longer but shuri was making it hard. her cat-like eyes stared at riri with so much yearning.

if not her eyes, it would be her voice that finally broke riri.

the royal's voice oozed confidence; honey filled vowels and demands trickled from her lips.

“no…” riri whispered, loud enough only for prey to hear.

shuri smirked.

she was circling riri’s clit now, painfully slow.

“it’s gonna be a long night for you, my love."

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writingintheshadowsforever · 2 years

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The Vending Machine Incident

Today was the day.

Shuri finally had enough free time and a clear schedule for the next couple of days, so she was making the trip to Wakanda to see her favorite girls.

You and Riri.

Riri reminded you last night and this morning before you left her dorm for class. The Princess should be arriving around noon with three 'o' clock being the latest time. Both of them loved you to death, but time was a concept you truly didn't understand. You had a really bad habit of being late to everything. Last year you were late to your own birthday party. It was supposed to be a surprise party in the beginning, but Riri was afraid of you coming home too late. She didn't want the guests to grow tired of waiting for you, and end up leaving.

So she decided to plan the party with you and let you pick the time. The party was set to start officially at nine-thirty p.m. giving you enough time to relax a little bit after your last class. Before showering and getting ready for the event, somehow you still managed to show up almost two hours late.

Riri made sure to set an alarm in your phone for you, and made you pinky promise not to be late. Figuring it wasn't enough and you needed extra incentive. Riri gave you a late penalty.

If you were more than ten minutes late to greet Shuri when she arrived. No kisses for a week.

The thought of being so close yet unable to feel those soft and tender lips on your own was a nightmare, and she knew after seeing the absolute panic and fear on your face. This time you would make sure to be on time, and that was the plan. But unfortunately the universe just wasn't working in your favor.

You had a twelve 'o' clock class that usually got out at one-fifteen to one-thirty. Both Riri and Shuri knew this a text came through letting you know. She would be getting there for sure at two-fifteen giving you forty-five minutes to an hour to get to Riri's dorm. After your class came to a close more than enough time to get across campus.

But today just had to be the day the Professor decided to keep his students a little longer going over a quite e simple equation. You blamed Mister Efficient Trey who insisted the Professor should demonstrate how to solve the problem step-by-step. Just in case some of the other kids in the class wouldn't know how to do on their own later tonight with the homework. The step-by-step process was going to cost you fifteen minutes, and not only were you ready to see your girlfriends, but your stomach was growling. You were hungry cursing yourself for not eating breakfast, or taking the muffin Riri offered you this morning.

He was getting in the way of your love life and starving you to death. All at the same time, and he didn't even know it. Your impatience mixed with irritation got the better of you causing you to make a smart remark. About there being such a thing called a tutor, and the rest of the class shouldn’t have to suffer. Because a couple of students couldn't do basic calculus.

The outburst got various reactions including mutters of agreements from your fellow peers who felt the same way. A few glares from the students who actually needed the breakdown. A few laughs and "holy shit" from the ones surprised at your words. And Trey turning to you with a raised eyebrow ready to go into a lecture. The Professor demanded order and made it clear your inappropriate statement would be addressed in private.

Which means he told you to stay back after he dismissed everyone else to give you a stern talking to. It drug on for an extra ten minutes, and in that time your phone pinged twice. Your gaze drifted to the device nestles in your front pocket in desperation. Of course the Professor noticed you swore he could sense you itching to leave, and carried out his lecture a tad bit longer to torture you.

It was one-fifty by the time you exited his classroom, and the second your feet hit the door. You were gone putting four years of track and field, and basketball to good use. Running through the halls of the building, hitting every sharp turn with ease, literally leaping over a student bent down tying her shoes, and dodging anyone in your way without ever bumping into them.

Your quick pace definitely drew some gazes but you didn't care. Some of them even cheered you on having no clue what you were running to, but still wanting to show support. You were making good time but did your stomach growled right as a vending machine came in sight. You were on the second floor about twenty-steps for the last set of stairs. After that the first floor, the courtyard, and three flights of stairs would bring an end to your destination. It was one fifty-five you could clear the distance in seven minutes or less with ease. You could spare the two minutes for a quick candy-bar. Heck there was a possibility you wouldn't make it that far without the sugar. Your body craved it and needed it.

You came to a halt to slide a one dollar bill into the slot, and pressed the buttons for a Twix, but of course this was the a faulty machine. Thank you and enjoy popped up on the small rectangle clear screen. Even though the candy bar haven't moved from its place. You grumbled under your breath, but decided it was best not lose your cool over one lost dollar. You put in another.

And got the same result.

You lost your cool this time dropping to your knees with a growl slipping your hand into the giant slot where the candy was supposed to be. You guide your hand into the machine pressing your face to the glass, as your arm went in deeper. The Twix was located at one the second row at the bottom. It shouldn’t be that hard to swipe, and you had done this in the past growing up. Whenever a kid in the neighborhood wanted a snack. They didn't beg their moms for quarters, they came to you begging for your assistance, and you gave in.

But you seem to forget that had been years ago when you smaller, and you stopped doing it because it actually got more harder as you got older, and grew up. Pain shot through your arm just as your fingertips reached for the candy bar, and immediately you attempted to pull your arm back out. Once again pain coursed through your now trapped limb making you cry out, and stop.

It finally dawned on you that your arm was now stuck which means you were stuck until help came along.

Crap was all you could think.

Time was no longer your main concern as you sat there in an empty hallway tugging on your arm as gentle as possible. But even the slightest movement caused pain at some point you gave up. You didn't even bother to check your phone not wanting to see how late you were. Riri would probably give you to at least two-thirty before the penalty kicked in.

It hadn't been thirty-five minutes yet so you were safe for now. You were ready to start calling out for help when a familiar voice called out your name from behind.

"Y/N is that you?"

You were sitting with your back resting against the machine, so you were able to turn your head to see who it was. Lauren a good friend and your unofficial roommate. See after you and Riri start dating and taking the relationship seriously. You spent most nights at her dorm room only returning to your own for clothes, and other little necessities. While the young engineer loved you to death her dorm wasn't big enough to hold her own belongings, and all yours as well.

But your absence didn't bother Lauren the least she got her own room, and was loving it.

"Lauren thank God can you give me a hand" You pleaded instantly.

"How the hell did you manage this?" She asked not hiding the amusement in her voice.

"I just wanted my candy bar alright I paid for it twice" You insisted.

"Everyone knows this machine has a history of stealing people’s money. Why not just use the one in your girl's dormitory? It never malfunctions." Despite her criticism she rushed over dropping to her knees beside you.

Lauren lifted up the little door careful to not hurt you, and slipped a hand inside. She did her best to work your arm free but kept coming up short.

"Ow" You muttered as she gave your arm a sharp tug.

"Sorry" she whispered back.

"Its okay keep trying I think you almost got it" You encouraged her. Two seconds later you screamed out in pain as you felt a sharp pinch on your arm, and agony tore through it. You shoved her shoulder with another yelp. Lauren yanked her own hand a spew of apologies tumbling out of her mouth.

"Got damn it" You cursed kicking your legs up and down.

Lauren got back to her feet "alright I'm going to get help. I think this building has an RA."

"Wait who is it?"

"Trey Simmons" she exclaimed after thinking for a minute before going to leave, but you threw out your free hand shouting for her to stop. She did turning back to you in confusion.

"Not him he's a stuck up goody two-shoes who will try to accuse me of stealing, and having mopping floors or something after reporting it to the dean."

Lauren frowned. "Sure he's a stickler for the rules but I don't think he's that bad y/n. You're overreacting."

"No I'm not I called him out like twenty minutes ago in class for opening his big mouth. A guy like him is definitely waiting for the perfect moment for revenge to arrive. I'm not about to give it to him" You told her.

"Fine then I'll find the school janitor he might have a master key for to open it. That should make it easier right" she suggested.

You shook your head. "The janitor will report too."

"Then what do you want me to do? I can't just leave you here and I have class in ten minutes" Lauren snapped out of patience.

You shrugged your shoulders.

The two of you stayed put for a few more minutes both thinking in silence. Until Lauren's eyes lit up as if a light bulb had appeared over her head like in cartoon. Whenever the character had an idea.

She dug her iPhone out of her pocket and proceeded to hold it up on you.

You straightened up in alarm. "What are you doing?" You asked her in suspicion.

"I'm taking a picture to send to Riri your girl is a genius and will no doubt know. How to get this thing open she'll come and get you out in no time." Lauren tapped her phone and the little sound effect went off for each picture she took. "Do you maybe want to pose and turn this into a cute and funny moment?"

"No I don't want to pose don't send those to her" You shouted.

Lauren flinched bringing her phone down. "Why not? Its not like we have another option y/n."

The thought of Riri getting receiving those pictures of you with Shuri no doubt looking over her shoulder made you groan. Neither of them would ever let you live this down, and it was just embarrassing. Like on a whole new level.

"Go get Trey I don't care what happens to me just don't send those to Riri please" You begged.

"I don't have time to look for him anymore, and a good friend wouldn't leave you like this sorry babe." Lauren sent the pictures and went on her way after getting a text from Riri with a thumbs up.

"She's on her way bye y/n"

Across Campus

As soon as Riri unlocked her phone after getting a message notification, and her eyes landed on the message. She fell back onto her back overcome with laughter as her frustration with your tardiness faded away in that instant.

Shuri jumped a little bit caught off guard at the sudden change in the atmosphere. Literally two seconds ago Riri was pacing back and forth in front of her raging about you lacking the ability to show up on time for anything. She was a little ball of fury sending you numerous text messages threatening everything from making you study alone to sleeping in your own dorm again. Knowing she wouldn't go that far with your punishment. Not even Riri could go that long without seeing you, or holding you.

"Usana what happened does this mean y/n is okay" Shuri asked getting to her feet.

"She's definitely not okay" Riri managed to say before the hilarity continued with tears peeking out of her closed eyes.

"What's wrong? Why do you find her not being okay so funny?" Shuri pushed with a hint of anger in her voice. No matter how late you were Riri shouldn't find your displeasure so amusing.

"Look" Riri cried doubling over to hold her stomach as more pictures came through.

Shuri took the phone out her hand to see what the issue was, and couldn't help but feel amused and annoyed at the same time. "Oh for Bast's sake let's go get her."

The Princess hauled a still giggling Riri to her feet wrapping a secure arm around her waist, and practically carried her out of her dorm. "Stop laughing and give me directions Riri."

Fifteen Minutes Later

You were still sitting with your back against the vending machine pondering rather or not. Lauren had actually sent those pictures to Riri, because wouldn't your girlfriends be here by now if she did?

Maybe they were going to leave her for an hour or two let you stew in the consequences of your actions. Would they do that to you?

Not even three seconds later you got your answer in the form of Riri's voice filling your ears. "Yo ma did you call for a handy girl." She had a tool in hand and a bottle of lotion appearing in your line of vision. A smirk on her face with amusement in her eyes.

Shuri knelt down beside you pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. "I'm sorry sithandwa sam we would've arrived sooner, but one of us waited until we were halfway here to tell me. We needed to double back for the necessary supplies."

Riri let out indignant chuckle when both of you looked up at her with glares. "Uh-uh you don't get to be mad with me we're always waiting for you." She directed the statement at you before turning to Shuri. "And I thought I said no kisses for her from either of us."

"Wait no you didn't" You cried out in panic.

"It was implied if it was just me the threat would've been less effective considering. We're going to be with her for the next week" Riri said.

"Shuri no this isn't fair please don't withhold kisses from me" You pleaded with your puppy-dog eyes. The tactic always worked on the Princess who just couldn't resist the sad look.

But this time Shuri regarded you with sympathy but behind was another layer of emotion. You couldn't quite pick out.

"Why are you in this predicament in the first place?" Shuri asked with a raised eyebrow.

Heat rose up on your cheeks and you were grateful it wasn't visible as you looked away. Riri had went to work tinkering with the lock to the vending machine. She decided to let Shuri handle the scolding.

Shuri grabbed you by the chin turning your face back to hers with a gentle by firm grip. "Answer the question usana."

"I was hungry because I didn't eat this morning." The confession earned you disapproving looks from both of them. You wanted to disappear now more than ever.

"Keep going" Riri ordered.

You sighed in defeat "I was on my way to the dorm and I was going to be on time by the way."

Riri snorted and Shuri reached over to land a hard slap on her ass making her yelp. "Let her finish."

You were tempted to tease her but decided against it. "I stopped for a quick candy bar, but this stupid machine took my money without giving me my Twix. That's highway robbery so I tried to get it out myself."

Both of them stared at you unimpressed with your story. Shuri shook her head while Riri finally got the door open. "Alright let's do this."

She passed Shuri the bottle of lotion and started to pull the door open. Shuri moved your body along and once it was open enough. She started lathering your arm up with lotion, and gave it back to Riri who did the same on the other side.

"Are you guys sure this is going to work?" You said with a whimper imagining the pain and your arm breaking.

"Yes mamas we got you alright frustrated or not we not going to let anything happen to you." Riri reassured you even breaking her own rule to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. You leaned in for one on the lips in hope.

"Nahhhhh you're not off the hook that much" she refused.

You pouted but watched in anticipation as Shuri lifted the door, and Riri started to guide your hand out, and Shuri pulled on it from the other side. With the two of them working together and the slippery substance acting as a lubricant. Your arm slid out of its prison with ease and not even the smallest pinch. You let out a cry of joy throwing your arms around Shuri's neck whispering thank you in her ear.

She chuckled returning the hug, rubbing circles into your back. A second later you pulled back to hug Riri who let you have it, and in all truth was happy you were okay. Now she could really make fun of you later on. The photos were definitely going in a photo album.

"I'm sorry I was late" You apologized pulling away to look her in the eyes.

"Nahh why did ole homegirl have to text me? You never let your phone go dead."

"I did't want either of you to know because I knew you would laugh" You admitted sheepishly.

"Why did you think that was a good idea y/n. You haven't been able to pull that trick off since you were sixteen" Riri reminded you.

"I was hungry."

"What I want to know" Shuri started waiting for both of you to turn to her before continuing. "Is why didn't you just come to us either me or Riri could've easily gotten into this pathetic machine. You could’ve gotten your money back and the candy without so much trouble."

When she put it that way you dropped your head in shame as Riri burst into laughter. Shuri shook her head "for that reason alone I have to agree with Riri no kisses for a week."

Your head snapped back up with your eyes wide in panic. "No no no not you to Shuri please I promise to never be late to anything again."

"Sorry my love I have to stand firm."

You turned to Riri eyes pleading for her to do something. Riri just shrugged going to shut the vending machine door.

"Ri wait" Shuri told her walking over. The young girl paused watching in curosity as The Princess swiped not one or two, but five Twix, two Reese's, and a Snickers bar.

"Shuri really" she said in mild disbelief.

"Y/N is still hungry and we're only getting justice for all the students it stole from" Shuri argued.

"What about the Reese's and Snickers?"

"I'm hungry as well and one of these is for you now come on close it so we can leave." Shuri turned around to pull you into her arms letting you take the candy bar. She nuzzled her face into your neck with her lips grazing your cheek to tease you.

"No kissing" Riri insisted joining the two of you taking Shuri by the hand.

"I wasn't planning on it" Shuri stated.

You would find out later while they said no kissing there was no rule against touching you, and making you come undone in the best ways.

You still missed their lips and after that you were never late again if anything you were early. Riri framed the picture and put it on her nightstand as a constant reminder after all.

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badbitchandrea · 1 year

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Fuck Enemies

— pairing : HOOD!MidProtective!bitchy!Stud!Riri Williams x cocky!black!fem!reader

— word count : 2.4k !!

— synopsis : y/n and riri grew up in Chicago together at the ages 8-9 but always stayed as enemies and riri never looked at her the same ever since. til one day riri texted you out of the blue trying to take you to the house party that you and her BOTH were invited to, in the pool..plus the backseat of her truck and found you cute for that one night and fucked you while drunk, but while she’s drunk she remembers more than you think. both of your minds were hazy. The next day you acted like nothing happened and acted like enemies again when actually y’all was fucking on the low and never told nobody. might as well take it to the grave, yeah? .

— warnings : Public sex, fingering ( reader receiving ) , humiliation, thigh riding, car sex , dramatic reader , blunt blowing, reader is being called out for something that’s stupid, reader has her n*pples pierced but it’s not mentioned. and I believe dats it, etc.

— taglist : @oceean @all4lovemami @pantherheart @f4t3lunts @jordisblogg @shahanaazsoumah ( I’m open to add more people! )

— authors note — just wanted to say, I stayed up until 12-1 to finish this . 🤷🏽‍♀️

• Riri

• y/n or bold white

• Lo - riri friend also

• Riri’s Boy Bestfriends

• y/n friend - vickey - bold white also ?

you were getting dressed for your friend’s house party shes throwing, it was starting a couple of minutes and you weren’t that far away. a message popped up on your phone “riri😹” you looked confused cause she never texted you. Well, not in years but how she did she text you when you blocked her?

“I’m picking you up to go to the party, be ready in 10.” was she being serious, she texted you randomly now she picking you up? Something fishy and suspicious was going on. you really thought this was a set up or riri was just being nice all out of the blue. but you went with it cause free ride, Hell yeah? so you got ready quick and fast but not that fast to the point where you felt like you rushed for no reason .

••• actually 10 minutes later

she was already outside blasting hardcore rap music, she does that on purpose because when you and her used to talk she knew that used to get on your nerves. And it still does, you got in the front seat and adjusted your sparkly dress, stuffing your bathing suit into it. “what’s in that purse.” She pulled off from Infront of your house .

“none of your business.” You gave her a rictus smile holding your purse on your lap. “I know you, no need to hide things from me.” She chuckled . “now if I had a weapon In here then I’ll be wrong right? Oh aight then.” You snapped back at her . “I got one to, I’m not worried bout that.” Riri tapped on her secret department . “you look- nice today if no one told you that” she smirked, looking down at your shoes . “Today?” You gave her a look. ”you must think you look good every day then, you better be lucky I even complimented you.” She rolled her eyes . “yeah mhm.” you said in guilt .

you and her talked the whole ride their and actually had some good conversations, but that didn’t change anything. but she did open the door for you like she WAS your girlfriend . you and her walked in together and your friend spotted you and her thinking you and riri squashed everything that has been going on for 10 years but eventually you and her went yall seperate ways going to hang out with other people. some people were there before it even started but you were only 2 minutes late because of riri ! “Soo what’s going on with you and ri..” she grinned sipping on her straw .

“Don’t play wit me vickey” you nudged vickey’s shoulder . “I’m just playing im just playing, but forreal are you and her you know…” she whispered the last parts. “nah, she just randomly texted me she was gon ride me here out of the blue.” “hmm, seem like some freaky shit going on.”

She shrugged and walked off to get more of her drink. after she walked off you turned your head to see where riri went, she went to go sit with her home boys and a one girl was sitting right next to her but she was already eyeing you when you turned that way with the joint in her mouth .

she looked away smiling putting down the blunt and laid back on the couch . you didn’t mind her hanging out with other people y’all don’t even talk anyway, right? . “Hey y/n , come here!” One of riri’s friends called out for you . You rolled your eyes walking over there, riri did the same . but you can tell in her face she slowly is starting to enjoy you being around . “wassup.” You tapped on his shoulder. “come have a sit.” He grinned looking up at riri, he knew riri and you were beefing at the time but obviously he didn’t care. “so what’s going on with you and riri.”

He puts down the blunt smacking the ashes off of his hands onto his pants . “no comment.” You pursed your lips nodding slowly. everyone’s eyes were on you making you feel uncomfortable and uneasy. “what? I only said no comment, it ain’t shit to talk about.” the girl that was next to riri had her hand right on her spot, side eyeing you. “you scared to tell us what happened, like?” you could tell she was getting smart because some of the boys were trying to hold in their laugh including her .

but the only two people that weren’t laughing were you and riri. Because nothing is funny when you disrespect somebody you haven’t even got to know yet . “bitch what?” the look on your face was so serious and she wouldn’t take it serious . “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t know that would’ve offended you.”

She said trying to be sarcastic. you expected riri to say something but y’all were ‘beefing’ at the time, and the look on her face you could tell she was high or drunk. but she just sat there letting her talk and talk. You were just about to get up to leave until your heard riri’s voice speak up. “Lo shut up talking to her like that, come on now.” She nudged her shoulder with her hand . “thank you ri, get these bitches in line.” You got up and walked towards the back of the house where you friends were.

— riris pov

“Lo! whyyy? You talk to fucking much you made the girl and everything.” she gave her a stank face . then looked up waiting for her boy best friends to response also. “Forreal-” riri cut off her friend by her getting up and eyeing Lo and her boy best friends, she was getting up to see where you were to make sure you were okay. “Have you seen y/n.” Riri was asking your close friends where you were until she saw you talking to your bestfriend and her brothers . you was just watching you have a good time talking to new people and not starting no drama . She was just about to walk up to you til your other friend got in the way right In front of you, Riri knew you sensed someone presence behind you, which it was her .

•••

“Hol on vickey, I’ll be right back.” You followed Riri with her holding your hand leading you to a more private spot “did you bring any swim clothes?” that was a random question but yes you did bring one because you knew it was a pool in the backyard . “Uhm yes I did..” “okay good, change and I’ll meet you in the pool.”

5 minutes later both of you were dressed in y’all’s bathing suits but she had on trunks and a white plain sleeve-less shirt and tied her braids in a buns in the back of her head . you had a 3 piece on showing your belly button with a sparkly skirt piece hanging on the side you put your braids up in a bun just like riri did . you were moving your arms in the water while waiting for riri, she walked into the pool from the steps to you .

“I’m sorry for what happened.” Riri apologized . “It’s okay just tell that bitch to not talk to me.” You smiled “I gotchu” she laughed and you laughed along with her . Riri looked away smiling before she said something else, she used to always do this when she was up to something .

You were quite scared of what she was finna say because she always up to some bullshit especially when she’s high or drunk. She swayed towards you causing you to back up against the pool’s wall, making you grunt. you were so lucky nobody was in that pool or outside in the back yard no where, but you two and the speakers playing music .”you’ve ever been fucked in a pool before..”

she tilted her head slowly waiting for your response, blinking slowly. making you gulp deeply and loudly eyes getting wider knowing what she’s about to do next . “riri? I don’t- think we should be doing this..uhm” you questioned her, smiling awkwardly then pursing your lips. feeling her hands rub against you so softly and lovely just felt like you were on cloud 9 but without being high at all. “you like that, don’t chu?.”

she whispered in your right ear having a good grip around your waist making you arch your back like a cat . she came up by your mouth kissing you cupping your cheekbones with one hand and the other in your bottoms . the tingles were shooting straight through you, your emotions were everywhere you wanted to touch her so bad.

but riri was in control now. you felt 2 fingers glide into you making you gasp and pull away from the strong sloppy kiss “fuck!” a finger came to your mouth, riri’s finger telling you to shush. But you couldn’t handle it.

you were being fucked like this in a silent and huge pool by your enemie riri williams, who could’ve thought. she was very good with her hands she was curving into your inner walls she kept pushing against the sponge texture inside of you making you shake and bite your finger to keep quiet . “p-please.” you whimpered throwing your heard almost giving yourself whiplash . “please what y/n.”

She said staring into your eyes with her blood shot ones . “more.” You couldn’t even get a proper sentence out by all of the pleasure then she hit your g-spot making you jerk “mhmm, oh fuck I’m-” your facial expressions said it all, you were coming but it washed away on riris wet and wrinkled fingers .

“that’s my girl, you were so good mami.” She smiled kissing your forehead . “let’s take this to my car, yeah?” She got out of the pool helping you get to the stairs holding your hand grabbing your purse so she doesn’t forget it, and brung it to the car .

you and her ran across the street hurrying to open up the back door . She fixed her car so she only has to say car tint but she was so high on sex she didn’t even say car tint so you weren’t surprised if someone walked pasted and saw you getting fucked in the backseat of a truck . “take this off.” She tugged at your bottoms, she didn’t care for the top but the bottoms so she can have more access and view .

“she’s so pretty and wet isn’t sheee..?” Riri complimented your slickness and view . She stared at your pussy admiring her beauty she played with your clit also playing with the slickness from it stretching it across her fingers then sucking her fingers. Just by the taste and sight it made both of you moan.

Your legs were stretched across this seat waiting for riris next move . she lowered her head to yours kissing you once again rubbing your swollen and puffy clit pushing her knee at your wet and throbbing hole putting pressure in that certain spot making you move backwards trying to escape, just by her rapidly rubbing your clit at a dangerous speed . “shitt—” you closed your eyes tears staining your face from all of this over whelming pleasure she was giving you “don’t run now precious .”

then she stopped making you confused but you were to weak to move your head to see what she was doing. she was lowering her head and moving you upward some more so she has space . She licked your clit and cunt clean making you hiss by her stinging touch “mhm.” You gripped at her braids making her grunt follow along with your whined out moans . “oh my- riri!” She slipped some of the tip of her tongue inside of you making you moan more louder than the first time . “you taste so sweet mi amor” the name mi Amor from riris mouth would do it to you all the time .

“you close?.” She asked you, rubbing on your inner thigh Kind of muffled . you heard her but stuttered in your answered and Riri expects fast responses “I asked you a question y/n.” She sent a harsh smack to your ass making you answer with quickness “y-yes.” You nodded fast. the last tongue fuck and finger fuck she did to you caused you to explode onto her backseat she licked you clean once again, giving you kisses all down your stomach. to your lips to your waist line . Soft satisfied moans leaving your lips from her soft and sweet touch.

••• next day ..!

you woke up in the bed hair looking crazy and makeup all over your pillow case. “oh my fucking god bro.” You groaned because you literally just washed your sheets and pillow case the day before last night You checked your phone to see what time it was, instead of you looking straight at the time you saw a “The Shade Room.” Post with you @ed in it curiousity got to you and you put in your password and went to Instagram and you clicked on the notification in your inbox and you were spotted in the pool and car with riri together, who the fuck took those pictures? .

Instagram - TheShadeRoom

caption - they got down and dirty, no tints!! #woah #wow #thisissomerealshit!

“oh you gotta be fucking kidding me.” you were groaning in annoyance. Thinking about who to call. Riri? but you forgot her phone number was blocked. So you unblocked her of course to get to the bottom of this but she didn’t answer until your friend, Vickey called you. “girl..you and Riri are on the shade room! That’s why you and her were outside I was looking all over for you.” “please, I don’t wanna talk anymore or at all I’m pissed and tired. I haven’t even got a good morning start plus look-“ you pointed at your messy ass puff ball on your head it was fuzzy and frizzy all over the place makeup smeared on the case and on the side of your face. “well, okay I hope you’re okay! Call me back when you get yourself together okay? love you boo.” you said love you back and hung up the phone. This was the most shittest morning ever . You haven’t even got up to take a shower yet or brushed your teeth you woke up to be on the shade room with your WORST enemie. Legs we’re shore and you were weak so you fell back asleep thinking everything would go away, when everything got worse. you woke up to a loud call by riri, what does she want now..?

Maybe not doing no Part 2

#riri smut #riri x you #love your enemies #riri wiliams x reader #house party .

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liyawritesss · 7 months

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ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎEᔕ ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

Ｄａｙ２６－Ｎｏｔｅｓ

－ A Penny For Your Thoughts - Riri Williams - Marvel's Ironheart

－ In which Riri wrote you notes in highschool as friends. You find one as you’re cleaning out your closet and show it to her, now that she’s your girlfriend.

－ Check out more prompts and other activities on the Flowers In Bloom Event Masterlist!

You were expecting to find some old stuff in your closet during your usual spring cleaning session. After moving out to your own apartment for college, you surprisingly didn’t go through much of your things, honestly never having the time between work and your studies. Though, finally with some downtime, you figured there was no time to start like the present, and began going through heaps of clothes and old containers of documents to see what could be tossed, donated, or kept.

It was in one particular box - an old Nike shoe box with faded coloring and weathered cardboard - that you found what was essentially a time capsule from your highschool years, primarily freshman and sophomore year given by the immaturity of the items inside. You say on your carpet floor in your bedroom, rummaging through the mass of notes, pictures, birthday cards, and more, smiling fondly at the memories that were awoken at the sight of each of them.

One stood out to you the most, however. It was an old, faded scrap piece of notebook paper with scribbling on it that matched Riri’s signature handwriting. You remembered the day clearly - it was before she got accepted into MIT early, being one of very few gifted children to be accepted into the school at 15. Stuck in science class on a hot day in May, the two of you opted to pass notes to kill the time left before the end of the day, just barely escaping the teacher’s scrutinizing gaze.

link up at the park tonight? wanna show you smth cool :)

“Why you got all this stuff out on the floor?” Came the voice of said mechanical genius as she made her way into the room, nearly tripping over a pile of clothes you had somewhat forgotten when you picked up the box of memories. “Tryna kill me or somethin’?”

“You’re fine, hush.” You respond, turning your body to the side to face the doorway, and to Riri. She’s got on her dark blue overalls, meaning she’s been out working on one of her many projects, confirming your suspicions of where she might have disappeared to earlier in the day. “I’m just going through some stuff.”

“What’s that?” She asks, wiping her hands on her pants as she bends down to your level.

“The note you gave me sophomore year.” You answer. “You remember the night you told me about the whole Ironheart thing?”

“You kept that?” The engineer asks, head tilted to the side slightly.

“I kept everything you gave me, Ri,” you answer, “considering I had a massive crush on you at the time and all.”

She laughs a little with you, pressing a kiss into your temple, “Good thing you don’t gotta daydream about being my girl anymore then, huh?”

“Fuck you,” you pout, “how you don’t know if I still do? Hm?”

“Are you trying to one-up me or flatter me?” Riri questions with a raised eyebrow. “Both are working by the way.”

The hearty laugh that leaves her after you playfully push her away warms your heart, even if she is teasing you. She has a point though, so it’s not like you can argue. You set the piece of paper aside in your ‘keep’ pile - maybe you’ll scrapbook it at some point. It’s got too many memories for you to let go.

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pvnks0ul · 1 year

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NSFW ALPHABET WITH RIRI

⚠: Obvi 18+!! almost every piece has SMUTTT or implied smut, amateur smut writing (a legitimate warning🙇🏾‍♀️), kinky stuff, reader kinda has a pain kink oops-, oral/tribbing/fingering/strap on sex, this is not for everyone!!!, mean!riri makes a few appearances, real long, little to no dialogue (sawry), dom!riri supremacy, sub!f!reader, kinda pillow princess reader but also nawt really, skimmed but not proofread!

Reminder that these are all my opinions & headcannons!! if you see something you don't agree with, ignore or don't read/nm

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If you're riris girl, then there's no such thing as one-sided.

First things first tho, she's definitely not the kind of person who believes in using a wet towelette or wipes because...no

Riri is completely aware to the fact that sometimes she goes a little overboard and might've left you a little jelly legged so she never has a problem carrying you to the bathroom even when she can tell you just want to be carried, after she'd gotten a warm bath going.

Once she's in the tub, you'd be leaning back on her bare chest for support as she used your loofah to rid your skin of sweat and the sticky globs of cum between your legs & sometimes breast,applying your favorite soap to the scrub before coating over every incqh of your body with it. You were nodding off when she nudged you a bit while kissing the back of your neck, a signal that you knew meant it was her turn.

You found yourself facing riri while sitting on your knees, maneuvering slower than average and a lot slower than riri was as you used her rag to clean around her small tits, swiveling down her toned stomach, snickering to yourself when you got down her happy trail, hovering over her mound and caught her getting a little jumpy before she winced.

When you were done though, she rewarded you with one sloppy kiss to the lips and a sleep coated, "thank you, baby." her breath fanning against your wet mouth before she gripped the edge of the tub to support her as she stood.

B = Body part (their favorite body part on their partner’s)

thighs, thighs, thighs.

Riris hands always seem to find their way atop your clothed thighs, squeezing them when she's bent over laughing at something you said (it wasn't even funny foreal and left you feeling really confused), rubbing them up and down unconsciously and you let her until they start to turn into the space between them and that's when you reach for her fingers and entangle them with yours, it's your slick way of telling her to stop her teasing.

Riri loves watching the fat of your thighs spread when you sit down(specifically on her).

Imagine you'd just spontaneously decided to spend the night at riris after chilling with her for the day and having no other choice but to slip on her big Chicago's Bull shirt & a pair of her boyshorts that seemed to always fit you more than snug. That dangerous combination results in her eyes never leaving your soft thighs in the black fabric when you exit her bathroom with them on.

She's eyefucking you so hard, her tongue poking out over her bottom lip and the sad part is she thinks you don't notice at all- You do!

Riri doesn't even realize she's been caught till you're pushing her back on the full size mattress and climbing ontop of her with your legs set on either side of her.

When she looks up, you're smirking slyly at her, her shirt on you tied behind your back with a rubber band and she can make out small indents of your nipples hardening in real time against the polyester piece. Her breath catches in her throat at the sight and she swears she's in heaven at this very moment.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She'd make sure to get a taste every single time 🫠

Thinking about how Riri would be talking you through your orgasm, your legs spasming on her shoulders as she continued to fuck her fingers into you, curling them whenever your pussy would clenched around her pointer & middle so hard that she couldn't push them in any further than the knuckle, your back arching off the bed when she started petting your gspot with as much aggression as she could with just her fingertips.

She feels the small spurts and knows what's coming so she lowers her head right over your pussy, opening her mouth, You scream out her name when you finally feel that knot snap and jerk forward as squirt all over her sheets, chest and lower face ; she's caught a good amount, relishing in the tangy taste before moving up to kiss you, shoving her tongue in your mouth so you could get a taste while simultaneously lowering you back down against the mattress, rubbing your belly till your breathing patterns finally returned back to normal.

Definitely one of her favorite parts of the ordeal.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It's not that dirty but, she likes watching you change.

It's supposed to be innocent...so she can't help feeling so unclean when she feels her lower half getting all jumpy & hot at the thought of it but it's also kinda like a strip tease for her eyes only...and when you ask her to help you pick out what to wear it doesn't make it any better, she'd be biting her lips the whole time, eyes slowly raking up and down your almost naked figure as she twitched on the edge of her seat.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

honestly, as much as I'd like to lie and say you were her first for the sake of me wanting to be riris everything- she's probably not a virgin because she'd definitely have quickies or flings (with the same 1 or 2 ppl).

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position that gives her access to comfortably gauge your reactions and simultaneously grip, knead, and smack at your plush ass or whatever else she wanted to do with it

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

A healthy mixture of both.

If Riri says something that sounds too outlandish for her even she's gonna crack- she has to take a second to rethink everything as well because there's no way she was so horny she just said that shit- and when she sees your lips flattened to a thin line trying not to laugh at her she's asking you "what's so funny?", she brings her face closer to yours, "you laughing at me, girl?" You shake your head, throwing your hand over your mouth to muffle your chuckling before she rolling her hips into your pelvic bone, the thick dildo attached to her strap scraping the surface of your gummy walls so deliciously, and she's there marveling in the way it makes your eyes roll to the back of your head almost immediately with a smirk already gracing her lips, "mhm."

"That's what I thought."

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

The landing strip or Well trimmed ; like i don't mean she just cuts it short but not bald, I mean she actually grooms her shit- not with a brush or comb or anything but you can tell some care & thought went into the trimming process...

preserve the happy trails

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Kinda like what I said in E but I'm happy to elaborate;

with Riris old flings she never had a reason to do the little things that shows she cared ; holding their waist to help them get situated, any kind of foreplay that required kissing, letting them stay till they get theirselves together, not even facing them half of the time, it wasn't anything personal but if you came over for a quick fuck you shouldn't be expecting a warm bed to sleep in after, from her. She didn't want to be in their visual vicinity so what makes them think-

It really depends on the connection she has to that person! No one who's messed with riri gets pampered like you.

When it comes to the intimate aspect with you though? she's never done any of what she does before you; entangling your fingers together for support when she's on top grinding her viscid clit over yours, feeling your hands desperately grasp at her face for a kiss and actually granting it, kissing away the salty tears before they could reach your chin, and it's worth it in her book because for the first time since you've been together you're not covering your face from her when she's drilling your guts (basically) with her strap and it makes her feel like you're trusting her more, it warms the heart in her chest- & vagi- It's incredibly new to her and the freshly developed soft side for you always seems to surprise her more each & every time.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Her go to would definitely be a vib or something with suction like a rose. Even though she'd prefer to wait for you, if you're not around or just not in the mood she's a big girl; she knows how to take care of herself- which is rare but that doesn't mean nonexistent.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Power play, mommy kink, and hear me out...Erotic Asphyxiation

It honestly wasn't her thing until she heard it coming from your mouth.

She was at your dorm immediately after you told her you didn't have any plans for the rest of the day besides studying, your leg was thrown over her waist, as your hands cascaded up and down her toned stomach, eyes feeling heavy with lust as you kissed at her neck.

Riri closed her eyes each time, letting her mind drift off to very unholy places. She wasn't even trying to resist because how could she? You were trying to convince her to strap you again to which she said she didn't bring it but of course you knew that was a lie because her backpack was staring right at the both of you from across the room.

You used a single finger this time, dragging it all across her chest as you licked up her face to her ear, not before blowing over it with your cool breath, once you heard a soft "fuck" tumble out from Riris plump lips, you took a chance, "Please mommy..." you whined before gripping the edge of her waist, "so wet, already." you pouted against her jawline before blowing out your nose, the warm air hitting a nerve under her ear and she couldn't contain the moan that escaped, "Shit baby.", She was gonna give in.

"Get my bag."

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The safety of her dorm.. Or yours, or...

The backseat of her revamped Baracuda!! She doesn't even trust most people in there but, she'll lay whatever shirt or jacket down and have her way with you when you're out on your little roadtrips together. Car parked in the middle of nowhere as she presses your naked chest so tight against the tinted windows that your nipples are starting to get hard from the cold and your arch is borderline cracking while she blows your back out, the car shaking with each thrust...

Let's be real, she'd probably have you whereever if the risks of getting caught aren't exceedingly high

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Whispering in her ear, looking right into her eyes for too long, talking to her in a soft voice, brushing up against, kissing the spot right behind her defined jaw or blowing air on it.

Little things too; sitting on her lap, rubbing her thigh when she's driving, throwing your leg over her and wrapping your arms around her middle with your head resting on her chest when you want to cuddle, laying your head on her shoulder when you're watching her play her game because she definitely has one!

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

This didn't require much thought since I'm sure Riri would be down to try anything if you were but

Something she wouldn't do: Gunplay

Something that'd turn her off: blood kink, cnc

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Hello ?

Riri has no problem giving head, infact she prides herself on the way only she can get you to start acting up whenever she's tongue deep into your walls but, receiving it? She's in fucking heaven.

You were so pussy drunk on her, pawing at her sweatpant clad thighs while you laid on your stomach, back arched for her viewing-pleasure

Riri wanted you to beg her to let you eat her out so that's exactly what you were doing.

It didn't take too much convincing either since she clearly wanted you just as much.

You bat your lashes up at her once her sweats are past her knees, licking a fat stripe up her slippery folds and already tasting her sacharrine flavor on your lips because she's that wet.

She slaps your cheek lightly as a warning; you're not moving fast enough. So you hurriedly use your fingers to pull apart her slick covered lips to get better access to her hardened nub, suckling it into your mouth in one breath, you glance up at her to sneak a look at how she was handling it and her head was already thrown back, her hands finding their way into your hair pushing you down more as she thrusted her hips up, you blinked slowly as you relinquished control to her, letting her use your mouth while she smeared her juices all over your face.

If Heaven is a paradise, this was her Utopia

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow & rough, fast & rough

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Something I also stated in E, Riri'd be down for quickies aslong as you're both getting something from it.

Riris a busy girl, even if she graduated I don't see her life calming down in the slightest.

If the opportunity approachs her even when she's fresh off a 12 hour shift she's not gonna turn it down and you for her- though the pleasure doesn't last aslong as she'd like, if both of your bodys are satisfied then so is she.

Riri'd always makes sure to make it up to you (and vice versa) when your schedules finally aligned, anyways.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Ie T for toys

The spiked paddle.

She did have a regular one but, Riri was no fool. It didn't take her long to catch onto the fact that it was giving you more pleasure than discipline.

The whole week you'd been nothing below bratty & obnoxious towards her, after giving you multiple warnings which consisted of Riri pulling you to the side and telling you to "calm down with that shit." which only lasted until you made it back home.

Riri decided enough was enough...she also had a surprise for you.

The night started as most of your retributions did.

You sprawled across Riris lap as she made you count for her and she never said to what number till she wanted you to stop.

It seemed that no matter how hard Riri hit the warm skin of your cheeks, your arch would deepen to rival it, your voice scarce as you counted 15 for her but yet, you were rubbing your ass against her semi-raised hand, your hole leaking so much there was a small puddle of your sticky juices on her boxers- and it was so hot but it also pissed her off, so she moved you into the sheets of her mattress going off to get fetch the last resort she had.

when she returns, you don't even get to see with what it is, she's already pushing her hand into the middle of your back, a clear signal to arch for her again.

This time she's on her knees right behind you, kneading the hot skin over before her hands are gone completely.

*SMACK* you don't even get time to process the brief hit because she's already flicking her wrist and stinging you with another, you somehow managed to whine out a pathetic, "OW- fuck!" and that's when your arms gave out, no longer supporting your upper body as you slumped into the pillows below you. You look back to see what that was ; you could already feel it imprinting on you as you blinked back tears.

You decided it didn't fucking matter anymore as you tried to plead with riri that you were starting to understand but all you got in return was her taunting voice of mock pity when she shushed you, "Nah, it's okay baby." she cooed, her thumb reached down to wipe at your tears, you watched as best as you could through clouded vision, mouth wide open as she stuck her wet thumb into her mouth grumbling around the salty taste, "I'm gonna get your shit right, this time."

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

As many as she can push you for and she'll always try to drag out the process but for how long depends on the position.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

... Yeah she has toys. A very impressive collection infact ; sticky dildos, wands, straps(including her breeding strap), egg vibrators, restraints varying from simple knot-tying ropes to the leather ones, one being pink because she made the mistake of letting you pick it out ending with the exception of her spiked paddle that she rarely brought out unless absolutely necessary.

What makes these so impressive though is that, Riri, unlike the normal person, when she sees something that she wants to try or knows you'd like she remakes it herself based on the picture and description. No instructions whatsoever. This applys more specifically to the straps and vibs ; all the vibrators have a few extra settings that include but are not limited to at least 4 extra currents of electric pulsating & swiveling setting that riri controls with a small remote, the dildos that attach to her strap are designed with a deep girth so she can hit that one spot that has you seeing white much easier, motion sensory that sends every little clench,

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Unbelievably too much.. Like it's unreal

She could tease you relentlessly for hours, making you lay back against her chest as she rubbed you through your panties with her middle & index, palming your puffy nipples from above the thin cloth with her other hand until they were sore & the cotton of your underwear was so wet it was sticking to your lips- so soaked that the material started changing to a noticeably darker shade, having you apologize for whatever she felt warranted it with her lips grazing your earlobe as she spoke and don't think you can just close your legs to escape from her punishment either because she's already thought of that, keeping yours spread with hers hooked from underneath.

And if she doesn't think you've earned it, she will literally fuck over any negotiation she laid beforehand; You cum when she wants you to.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Riris for sure the type to start mocking your moans when she's getting off even more if it's hitting her how it's supposed to but everyone moans, mewls, hell even squeals, and she was not the exception!

She'll settle for low panting and cursing- it's so fucking dirty- but she never makes a sound louder than what can be heard beyond whispering distance.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She likes reminding you that just cause she's small doesn't mean she can't fold you, bend you over, pick you up anyway she sees fit.

And your squeals of surprise only egg her on more...

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Extremely toned abs that could pass as a soft six pack, small breasts with an even tinier brown areola circling her chocolate buds, track star thighs that will make themselves known no matter what material or length of cloth she's wearing, and omg- the biceps.. They're so fucking huge it doesn't make any sense and best believe Riris gonna show them off in a nice wifepleaser every once in a while *insert that montage of her building her mk2 & there was literally sweat droplets falling from them and the shirt was so slick that her abs were more defined and almost visible in general???* I would so clean them off for her I'm sorry

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Impossibly high, the fastest she's gotten there was 5 or so minutes and that was with you eating her out while her vib was thrumming over her clit.

In a way it explains why she doesn't have a need to cum over and over when she can just have a longer and more fulfilling journey to pleasure.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Don't come for me but the only thing I see putting riris lil strong ass out is a good tribbing sesh.

It's the first time she's letting you on top and you were feeling quite nervous it wouldn't feel as good for her yet still, you position your body doggy style on the opposite side of her waiting for Riri to lift her legs so you can push against the back of them till you're hovering over her sopping cunt. She grabs your back dimples puting her thumbs in them as she guides you down onto her with a hiss when your clits finally greet the other with a disgustingly gooey kiss.

She wouldn't be done after just one nut either but she also wouldn't have the strength to keep guiding you through it, she'd be mumbling out nonsense praises that she knew would keep you going.

In conclusion, to whatever Riri Williams wants or says I

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caught your attention +18 (shuri x reader)

youve noticed it before— the lingering stares, the intense firm grip she uses with you, how close she is to you, how frequently you are with her, how she looks at people when they stare at you. you hadn’t put two and two together until an incident that made you come to terms with just how much you mean to the queen.

possessive shuri my love <3 i’m all for slight power imbalances in relationships especially that in the fucking black panther whewww. she too fine and i know she’s crazy , okay!

warnings : possessive shuri x unaware reader, name calling, slight bullying, some violence (not towards the reader), maybe a little toxic shuri, overstim, crying, squirting, strap on sex, multiple orgasms, praise kink, shy reader, pet names, spoiling, soft dom! shuri, sub! reader, possessive sex, semi public sex, public teasing, groping, slight breeding kink, masturbation.

translation: molo ekuseni, sthandwa : good morning my love

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you couldnt put your finger on it, but something was up with the queen.

shuri had been acting strange around you, holding your gaze, and looking deeply into your eyes. she was always on the verge of saying something, but then holding back and hiding behind a laugh. she would touch you often, holding your hand when you walked by her side, holding your waist if you got too close to her equipment and moving you very easily, she would lay her head on your shoulder when she got tired, place your leg over hers when you sat together, it was all the time, anywhere you both went.

and you accompanied her a lot.

you didn’t know why, you were just a scientist trying to serve your country the best way possible, but shuri took you everywhere with her, day trips to the market, nightly walks around the palace, to the lab just to talk, her office where she showed you new improvements to the black panther suit before she showed anyone else. and don’t be mistaken, working beside shuri had been a blessing so you never found these touches anything but a sign of her respect and appreciation for you, but they got more frequent, more… needy.

she would be so close so often, holding you and telling you secrets in the night like you were her most trusted confidant. and maybe you were, you had decided. besides riri, no one was on the level shuri was when it pertained to science and technology like you. you both understood the language better than most and when you had won the contest to work beside her, she whispered to you on the grand stage, “i knew it’d be you,”

you remember that day so fondly— the shudder that went through your body, how much you wished you couldve pulled away to find some release but the day wasn’t over; and neither was shuri. she was next to you the whole day, whispering and joking with you, holding you too close for comfort. the pictures that came out that night looked as if you were two were two steps away from pawing and fucking each other every moment.

but you steadied yourself, no way. there’s no way the queen of wakanda wanted you. not that you were bad but it’s just so unseemly, unprecedented. she could have any woman in wakanda, so a shy scientist who happened to know about ionic diffusion isn’t her likely soulmate, let alone someone she wanted.

but it still excited you, the thought that the queen of wakanda touches you, she whispers in your ear like she didn’t want anyone else to know, that someone that powerful and strong may have gotten weak in the knees because of you. it always had you under your sheets, sighing softly and trying to keep your voice down, your kimoyo beads shaking in your wrist with the added pressure on your clit.

you moaned softly, mind full of shuri— so strong and resilient, so kind and beautiful, it was such a lovely combination. you added more pressure, whimpering lowly, thinking of your last interaction with her in the lab.

during a late night the queen comes up behind you as you worked with tweezers in your hand, moving another molecule on the diagram on the lab table. shuri sighs, “you work so well with your hands, you know?” she says lowly, almost right at your ear and watching you carefully. your knees get weak, Bast, why did she say it like that? so sultry and captivating, you bite your lip and nod, “thank you, my queen, i learned from the best,” you whisper back and she smirks a bit.

she moves her hands against yours, her tattooed skin covering your gloves, “it’s too low,” she says, moving your tweezers up and you nod, listening and watching her hands move slowly against yours. “if you held your position, the whole thing would corrupt in on itself. so much time and work would go to waste if we let that happen, hmm?”

you let out a shaking breath and nod, moving it with your other hand in tandem with hers and then setting your tweezers down. the molecules light up a bright green color, your sequence was complete. you sigh out a breath of relief and turn to shuri and smile, “thank you,” you say sweetly and you see her lick her lips, holding eye contact with yours. “of course, princess,” the nickname leaving her lips as it’s done many times before.

shuri’s insistence on calling you ‘princess’ has you gasping. she had adopted the name quickly, whispering it in your ear and asking for ‘her princess’ over the kimoyo beads whenever she could. you toss your head back, feeling your thighs flex a bit as your clit pulses under your fingers. you let out a sigh, Bast, what would shuri think of you right now? her princess doing something so sinful as this, and the thought of getting caught has you moaning and moving your fingers faster and you feel it as you replay shuris voice in your head, “princess,” over and over and over again loops until—

“haaaa— shuri—!” it’s a long drawn out whisper of her name that causes you to cum, your body twitching and you whimper out as you feel your pussy pulse around nothing. you whimper once it over, body settling and mind still reeling. you lay back and exhale deeply, trying to steady yourself, before the guilt creeps back into your veins.

Bast, what would shuri think of you? she’d probably be so disappointed in you, how easy it was to throw you off with just a couple of simple of touches over the course of some weeks. you were so weak for her and she’d see it immediately.

you sigh and throw the covers from over you and decide to get some work done. the sun was peaking through your blinds and you check the time, barely 10 am. shuri always wanted you awake before 9 am but over the weekend she was more lenient about it. you opened your blinds and walked to your bathroom, washing your hands and turning on the shower.

you sighed again, trying to keep your thoughts together before you feel your kimoyo beads go off on your wrist,

shuri : good morning, princess, would you care to accompany me on a walk to the market? i need some things.

you blush, the text itself giving you butterflies. even early in the morning she’s thinking of you, using that silly nickname. you sigh and respond, of course, i can get ready now if you’d like.

causal, simple, you decided, undressing and stepping in the shower. she responds just as fast, i would, thank you, i’ll be in the lab.

you wash up quickly, not wanting to keep your queen waiting.

shuri’s in a simple tracksuit and shades once you meet her in the lab. you wear a pleated skirt and small top with some shoes, prepared to walk for a bit, as you know how long shuri’s market trips often last.

“good morning, did you sleep well?” she says, extending her hand and you take it, face hot and skin tingling, “yes, i did, thank you,” you say back and she smiles, tilting her head for you to follow, and of course you do.

she walks so close to you, your hand still in hers. you walk towards the markets and she holds a normal conversation with you like she always does and you have to keep your brain from melting to comprehend what she’s saying. “did you want to join me for dinner tonight?” she says to you lowly, now that the dora milaje are around.

you blink a couple of times, youve gotten dinner together before but so rarely did she ask you over the weekend. your mind wonders what could she have planned? does she have something planned? no, no she doesn’t see you that way, stop it— “y/n? are you alright?” she asks and she tilts your head towards hers with a soft grip of your chin and you gasp a bit. shuri holds your gaze, “what’s wrong?” she whispers again and you watch her lick her lips, and you stutter, “nothing.. nothing, i’m sorry i’m — im not fully awake, my queen, i’m.. im fine,” you say and she sighs. she strokes your cheek, “i told you, you can call me my name, princess. can you?”

and you want to fall over, your knees are weak and you feel it in your stomach, you lick your lips and sigh again, “yes. sorry, shuri,” and it comes out all breathless, like she’s taken the wind all out of your lungs (and she has) and she smiles, dropping her hand and walking with you once more. you exhales, that, you thought. it was that, that eye contact, the whispering, the touches, the way she says your name, it has to mean something. you want it to, at least.

shuri walks ahead of you to the first shop you reach, always asking if you wanted anything. you always shake your head no, insisting that the queen shouldn’t spend money on you and she always retorts, “i’d love to give you whatever you want,” in that hushed tone like she doesn’t want anyone to hear.

she has her hand around your waist all day, keeping you close and holding your hand. whenever she wants you to try something she feeds it to you, even going as far as wiping your mouth if it spills. and it’s nothing new; she’s done this whenever you two go on market dates — fuck, not dates but market trips, and it’s always so intense, her proximity so often. she laughs at nearly everything you say and it makes you smile.

“how about this one?” shuri suggest, the fifth necklace shes held to you at this shop alone. you’ve already got four bags in your hands already, and you sigh out a laugh, shaking your head, “no my queen, oh, shuri, no thank you, i have enough from our last trip.” and you did, she had bought you five necklaces you had been eyeing, not even knowing she was looking at you.

shuri sighs again, “how can you be my princess if you won’t let me spoil you?” she says it so casually and sets the piece down, your stomach flipping and your head spinning. her princess, there it was again, and you sigh as she grabs another. “this one, then, hmm?” and it’s gorgeous, you tilt your head at it, somewhat interested. it’s a long, silver chain with a gorgeous heart crest shaped ornament at the end. you smile, it is very lovely.

“excellent choice,” says the curator at the booth, you blinking a couple of times after you had forgotten he was there. “that pendant is a symbol of everlasting love and partnership,” shuri hands it back to him once he gestures towards her and he uses a small tool to pry it open, reveling an even smaller pendant inside, two rings interlocking with the other. you gasp a bit, looking fondly at it. “it’s lovely,” you sigh out and shuri nods to agree with you, “we’ll take it,”

you look at her, “shuri, it’s lovely but you don’t have to—” you start, but she holds up her hand to silence you, “it’s fine, sthandwa, i want to, alright?” and you nod, that obviously being the end of the conversation. the curator boxes up the necklace neatly, handing it to your queen with a gracious thank you, before nodding to you and walking off.

you stir, “you really didn’t have to,” you gnaw at your lip saying it, and she laughs a bit, sliding the box in one of her pockets then immediately putting her hand back in yours, “i know. i don’t ‘have’ to do anything, but i wanted to. can you accept that? that i want to spoil you?” she whispers it and you smile, your stomach fluttering at her words. “yes, i can it’s just—”

but you can’t get the rest out, there’s some commotion up ahead, right before the palace and shuri looks away from you to see what’s wrong. someone’s fighting, you can see it, upset and rambling about something and shuri frowns and looks back at you, “stay here,” and you nod as she taps twice on her necklace and her suit comes on top of her clothes, mask forming but you can hear her tell the dora “keep her safe,” before she walks into the crowd. some people begin running away, the panther easily putting an end to the reckless harm the person is causing.

you watch shuri fight, mesmerized, before aneka comes to your side, “come princess, the queen requested you be taken away from all this madness,” and you nod, following her and picking up your bags. you make it to safety quickly, aneka’s spear ready and waiting as she looks around to double check.

“aneka, what’s going on?” you whisper, looking with her, and she sighs. “it’s another riot, has the queen not told you?” and you shake your head, surprised. “a riot? whatever for?” and aneka blinks and purses her lips, “if shuri didn’t tell you, i won’t either,” and you frown at her, crossing your arms a bit, “if i’m supposedly this princess as shuri and you keep saying, why won’t anyone tell me anything! i demand to know,” you say back, frustrated that something so much as a riot could go down in your own city and you not be aware.

aneka sighs again, looking at your eyes and exhaling. “that’s just it, it’s you. you’re causing all this commotion, princess.” your eyebrows raise, me? you think. who could be fighting over me? you’re about to speak again but shuri finds you both, breathing hard and collecting herself, “are you alright?” she asks you and you alone, like aneka isn’t standing right there. you see her wounds first and your brain shifts into a panic, “yes, i’m fine, but you— you’re hurt,” you say softly, walking towards her and wanting to help.

shuri stifles a laugh and puts her hand up, “i’m fine. let’s go back home,” and you nod, looking at aneka who nods towards you and you follow them both, feeling more confused than ever.

it keeps you up that night, that there are riots seemingly over you. it just doesn’t make sense, you think pacing around your bathroom as you ready yourself for your dinner with shuri.

tonight, you nod in the mirror, tonight i’ll ask her. and she’ll have no choice but to tell me.

you walk out after adjusting your necklace once more, fixing your earrings and checking your dress. dinners with shuri always entailed the most romantic outfits and settings you could think of so you kept up with the tradition it seemed, wearing heels and shaving a bit like you might get something.

you sigh once you reach the main room, hearing the fireplace crinkling from the outside of the doors. she’s already there, you think to yourself, and push the doors open. and you were right, shuri was leaning against the table, dinner already set, wearing a shapely suit with the most dangerous v-neck in the world. she smiles at you once she looks up from her beads, coming up to you, “you look lovely, princess,” and the nickname makes you shudder but you try to keep it down, nodding and moving past her towards the table. you didn’t take her hand and you tried to miss the hurt she had on her face once you reach your seat, which she naturally pulls out for you.

“are you okay?” shuri says leaning down once you’re sat and you turn away, mock looking at the fire but it’s mostly because she’s too close again and she smells so lovely— “yes, i’m fine. tired, is all,”

and shuri sits from across you, sighing, “yes our date got cut short today, didn’t it? i’m sorry, sithandwa, we can go out again tomorrow,” and she sounds sincere, like she knows today upset you and that she knows you were looking forward to going out with her, like she knows you hated that it was cut short. you heart races, but you try to keep calm, “i was going to ask,” you start, picking at the dinner on your plate to avoid her gaze. “what was that riot about anyways?”

you look up once the question leaves your mouth and shuri’s holding your gaze, smirking a bit, “why, what did aneka tell you?” she says, softly, encouraging you to continue but it feels dangerous, and you don’t know where to go from here. you stammer, revealing yourself, “she— she hadn’t said anything, really. which is why— mainly why i was confused because even she didn’t know, is all,” and you feel small under her gaze and shuri chuckles a bit, before standing and making her way over to you.

shuri leans against your side of the table, tilting your head up to look at her once more. “did she say they were about you, love?” and you blink and try to look away, but she keeps your head still, continuing, “because if she did, she wasn’t lying. those riots— they are about you, every single one of them,” and your eyebrows lower, more confused than ever and before you can even say anything shuri cuts you off again, “but you’re safe, if that’s what you’re worried about. i wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you, my love,” she says it like a promise.

you shudder at her tone, flexing your legs together to hide your arousal and control yourself, “why— what did i do?”

shuri smiles, “you got my attention.” and she says it like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

you blink a couple of times, trying to understand her and shuri sees the visible confusion on your face and laughs a bit, “my love, don’t tell me you didn’t know that?” and you shake your head, honest and spinning, what feels like, and shuri sucks her teeth a bit before finishing, “you won that contest, yes? to work beside me for a week, come up with new textiles and live here for a moment. y/n, you’ve been here for three months, almost. you didn’t think that was just an accident, did you?” she’s talking to you but your body is still floating, shuri wanted you, and she has for a while it seems, long enough for your entire country to notice before you did.

“and all those touches, all the times i kept beside you and whispered to you, did you think i was doing that to be friendly?” you lick your lips, shrugging, still speechless, it did mean something, she was doing it on purpose— “and i even call you princess. i thought that’d be the biggest clue in the world! but it seems you need me to be more explicit, right?” and you gasp a bit, Bast, how explicit was she planning on getting, you thought, trying to keep your legs closed and your soul intact with all this new information.

shuri calls you back to earth softly and you blink up at her again, “do you want me to say it then? since you haven’t know all this time, do you want me to tell you how badly i need you?” you swallow and stammer but shuri pays you no mind, leaning down to your eye level and she keeps going, “i can. i can tell you whatever you want. i need you, y/n. more than i have ever needed anyone else. and when you won that contest, i swore to myself i’d make you mine, that you were already mine. because you are, aren’t you love?”

you whimper closing your eyes, letting her words sink into your body, “you always have been, haven’t you? i know you felt it too— every time i touched you, i know you knew deep down, it meant more,” shuri whispers at you like you two aren’t already alone, like she doesn’t have your full attention yet and she does, Bast, you can’t think of anything but her, and you can hear her smile, “can you say it, princess? that you’re mine?”

it doesn’t take you long to gasp out, “yes, yes. i— i’m yours, shuri, all yours and i always have been,” finally opening your eyes again and she’s smiling down at you, stroking your cheek. “good girl,” she praises and you feel the floodgates open in your underwear, not even bothering to hide it anymore. she leans down and kisses your forehead, you lean up, wanting much more but shuri pulls away all too fast, moving away from you to sit back down.

you blink at her, missing her intoxicating touch, “i thought.. shuri,” you whisper and she looks at you, folding her napkin over her lap, settling to eat, “you’re not going to..” her eyebrow arches, and she gets it, smiling a bit. “oh, no love, i’ll fuck you good in bed, not here. i’ve wanted you in my bed for a while now anyways. can you be patient for me?” and you stir at her boldness, how explicit she is, but nod nonetheless, picking up your fork with shaking hands and letting your body cool down.

she wanted you. she wanted you, shuri wanted you, she wanted you so bad you already belonged to her before you even knew it, your mind is reeling as you try to eat, shuri keeping a normal conversation with you that you can’t comprehend, “i think we should go out tomorrow, do the rest of our shopping, yeah?” and you stir in the seat, the dampness of your underwear becoming uncomfortable. you nod, eating your salad quietly and shuri laughs.

“don’t tell me you’re that distracted, love. i barely said anything,” you gape at her, that was barely?! you sigh out, “well it was a lot for me,” you say, honestly. she cocks her head at you, “really? i’ll have to keep that in mind, do you want me to slow down then?”

no, yes, your mind wonders and shuri keeps talking, “because i can be a lot more explicit than that, of course. but if you don’t like it, let me know,” and you shake your head, “no, i like it! i — i don’t hate it, i just— it’s a lot,” you reiterate and shuri laughs again, “understood, are you finished eating then?” shuri’s looking at your plate, salad picked apart and few vegetables left. you nod as does she and stands, walking over to you and giving you no attention, grabbing your plate instead and handing it off to a small window.

she beckons you over to her at the doors, and you rush up, nearly tripping over yourself and following her, she holds your hand, keeping you close as your thoughts rampage through your head, queen shuri is taking you to bed, to her bed, to hold you down and keep you there, for who knows how long, Bast, she’s never going to let you go—

and suddenly you’re at your door, blinking. “we’re not—” and shuri smiles, “we are, just get your stuff, can you love?” and you nod, craving her approval and appreciation and she nods, you walk in your room grabbing all that you could think you needed for the night— your bonnet, a set of pajamas, your notepad that you took everywhere, some socks.

once you had everything you walked with shuri to her bedroom, a room you hadn’t been too acquired with but you were dying to know more. to be surrounded by the queen all in all had your knees weak, shuri noticing and smiling at you, “is it that exciting?” and you nod shyly, and her doors open.

it’s a lovely room, one entirely fit for a queen, as the saying goes. her bed has a beautiful duvet, white sheets just brushing the floor and so many soft pillows. you sigh and think about how good of a sleep you’ll get here every night, how good shuri will make love to you there every night. it makes your face heat up, all the implications conjuring in your mind before shuri comes up behind you, wrapping her arms around you waist once your stuff is settled, “you alright?” she whispers and you nod, feeling her breath on your neck and it makes you shudder.

she smiles and kisses the back of your neck, “go lay down for me love, i’ll be right back,” and you nod again, breathless and compliant, following her damn near blindly. you separate, already missing her touch and you do as she says, settling on the bed and taking your heels off and removing your jewelry, opting to keep the necklace she had gotten you today on.

she comes back with a small bag, smiling, “you look so beautiful, my love, like you were meant to be there.” and her words hit you deep in your core, as they often do and you let out a breath, nodding. “thank you,” is all you can really say and she chuckles a bit, “you have already told me i can be a lot, so if it gets too much, just say ‘peach’ alright? i’ll stop regardless,” you smile a bit, “why peach?” and shuri shrugs, coming towards you and leaning down, faces not even two seconds apart.

you want to lean forward, close the space between the thing you had been craving for so long and shuri just smirks at you, “you’re mine, right, sithandwa?” and you sigh out a breathily, “yes,” and she leans forward the second it leaves your mouth, finally connecting your lips with hers and it takes you aback, moaning softly into her mouth.

Bast, it’s incredible, kissing shuri has got to be the most addictive thing in the world. the way she moves against you, the way her hands hold you steady, her lips are soft and sweet, and she opens yours with a gentle push of her tongue and even her tongue feels like silk, smooth and working against yours like she knows what you want before you even say it.

she tastes like fruit, you think, mind hazing over and body moving on its own. shuri leans you both back until your head hits the pillows and shuri is completely over you now, moving her legs against yours until her knee is right at your pussy, she pulls away sighing and you let out a gasp of air, not even realizing how long you had been kissing and how much it had an effect on you. you feel her knee move against you, the dampening you felt earlier turning into an entire flood and shuri feels it, too. you try to close your legs as you gasp, embarrassed, but shuri shushes you, “no, no, let me see,” she whispers lowly against your neck, and you moan, feeling her suck and bite there. your legs fall open nearly on command holding on to her forearms as her hands work against your breasts and fondle you out of your dress.

you gasp once your nipples hit the cold air and shuri pulls away to look at you, curls frenzied and mouth still wet. she smiles, “look at you, so beautiful, aren’t you?” you turn you head away at the praise and she chuckles again, taking your nipple in her mouth as she toys with the other one, moving her teeth against the sensitive skin. you whine, moving your hands against the sheets for some grounding. Bast, she was barely touching you and you felt like every part of your body was on fire, just from her kiss alone.

and shuri all too suddenly stops, pulling away and calling your name. you whine in sincere disappointment, dazed and foggy, “sthandwa, look at me,” and you do, eyes glazed over. “i intend to make you mine in this bed, alright? i am very serious about that safe word, because i don’t plan on letting you leave,” you nearly moan aloud at her words, squeezing your legs around hers and you nod, “yes, yes, i understand, shuri, please— i want to be yours, touch me,” you beg and shuri smiles again, that deep affectionate smile and takes off her own shirt, before moving down to your dress and slipping it off you with ease.

you lay in your underwear, on the queen’s sheets, naked and wet beyond your own comprehension and shuri looks at you like you’ve hung every star in the sky. she smooths over your legs sighing, kissing your skin and keeping your legs apart with a firm grip, some of her panther strength preceding her. she reaches your underwear and you sigh out a breathily moan, pushing your heat towards her face. she kisses around the skin of your underwear and you whine, “please.. i— i need you, please shuri,” it’s all you can beg, your mind spinning.

shuri nods, lifting your thighs up and pulling your underwear off and, finally finally, you feel your pussy under the exposed air, sighing as shuri looks at you and she sighs, rubbing up your thighs right near your lips. “all mine, right, sthandwa?” and you nod, pushing yourself towards her, begging for some stimulation. “yes, yes, all yours please—” you beg sweetly and she sighs again, leaning down and kissing your lips. you moan out breathily, as shuri adds more pressure, sucking at your clit and keeping your thighs apart, her hands flexing against your flesh.

she brings her fingers to your entrance, coaxing them inside you with ease. you whine at the feeling, her mouth on your clit and her fingers moving on top of your g-spot, and it causes you to toss your head back, mind spinning as your hands sink into the sheets. you moan out breathlessly, calls of shuri’s name falling off your lips. she licks all over you, what feels like her entire mouth swallowing your pussy as her fingers work. she adds pressure to your stomach with her other hand, and you jerk, twisting your body against her and moaning lowly, trying to take all that she gave.

you gasp once you feel it, the low buzzing in your core that has your legs shaking, “oh—! shuri, shuri, my love, i’m cumming, please…! i’m—!” and shuri pays you no mind, enthralled with your pussy and continuing her assault, fingers moving faster inside you and you can hear yourself in her tongue. your thighs clench as you moan, your orgasm flowing all the way inside you, your clit swelling under her tongue and your entrance fluttering around her fingers as you cum. you let out a breathless moan once you’re done, moving yourself away from her mouth slightly to stop the stimulation once you’re done.

shuri finally pulls away breathless and mouth nearly dripping, and you whine, legs twitching and head still spinning as you try to recover from your orgasm. shuri comes to you face, capturing your mouth with no regard how messy hers is and kisses you sweetly, making you taste yourself. you moan softly, wrapping your arms around her and she sighs. “you’re so perfect, nkosazana, so perfect,” she emphasizes against your lips and you nod, high on her words alone. shuri smiles a bit, pulling away and grabbing the black bag she had set aside, pulling out her strap and harness, and you exhales softly at the view of it.

shuri settles you with a touch of her hand against your thigh. “my love, are you okay with this?” she asks and you nod before she even finishes, leaning up a bit and watching her as she puts it on. she smiles, albeit shyly, and captures your mouth again, mostly to keep your eyes off her. you smile against her mouth, she gets shy, you concluded as she leans you back down against the bed, grabbing the lube and coaxing it over herself.

she works her fingers inside you with the other hand, moving them against your g-spot once more and you pull away from her mouth and moan, grabbing the sheets once more and shuri comes to your ear, whispering, “that’s it, love, let it out for me, let me hear you,” and you moan lowly, closing your eyes and leaning back again, letting her work inside you once more before you grow impatient, whining against her mouth once you’re connected again, “shuri, please, make me yours, i’m ready,” you whine and she blinks at you, surprised by your words but she groans and nods, rushing into place with a “of course,” softly leaving her lips.

she adjusts herself right in front of your pussy, leaning down and taking a portion of your thigh in her hands to hold you open. shuri enters you slowly, the strap stretching you open and pushing against you. you curse, head falling right against the pillows as she pushes into slowly, your eyes squeezing shut and you groan as you grab the sheets. shuri’s dick felt incredible, rigged on both sides and long enough to feel like it was in your stomach, stretching you and holding you open.

shuri’s is breathing deeply, trying to let you adjust, but the sight of your pussy full of her has her sighing and biting at her lips, “my love,” she says all too seriously to get your attention, “tell me i can move,”

and you sigh and nod, seeing the desperation on her face. she leans down and kisses you briefly as a thank you, before moving one hand to grab the headboard, the other hand still on your hip. she pulls out and pushes back in with force, taking the air from your lungs and you gasp, back arching and sheets ripping from under your hands, “oh, shuri—!”

and it’s all she needs.

shuri fucks against you, deep and slow, moving all the way inside you as your clit brushes against her abdomen. your eyes rolls back as she settles right on your g-spot, thrusting and unrelenting inside you. you let out breathless moans as your tits shake against your chest, the sound of slapping of skin echoing in your ears. shuri moans in tandem with her thrusts, “fuck, you sound so good, my love,” she whispers right in your ear and your back arches, wanting to be closer to her and she gets the hint, wrapping her arms around you waist and picking you up, pulling you into a different position entirely, thrusting up against you, now in her lap and shaking.

“shuri, shuri, shuri—!” you slur out against her, holding on to her shoulders for near dear life, her thrusts growing harder and harder. she moves you around so that your face is against her, continuing her thrusts, whispering, “you’re all mine, arent you, nkosazana?” and you nod deliriously, drunk on her dick and so close to cumming again, but shuri doesn’t let up, “say it, love, tell me,”

you gasp out, her speed unrelenting, and you feel like your crying, “i— oh, gods, i’m yours! shuri, i’m yours, i’m all yours— please, please don’t stop, i’m SO CLOSE—!” and shuri sighs out, “please, cum for me my love, show me how good i make you feel, love,” and it’s so much; her words piercing your skull, her hands gripping at your ass and her dick, stirring you up and causing you to lose all your senses, only filled with shuri, shuri, shuri—

your pussy pulses once more, sucking in more of shuri’s dick as your orgasm pulls on your body and you moan, scratching at her shoulders and she moans with you, “that’s it, that’s it, love, cum for me,” and it’s everything you need to push you over, crying out once your pussy finally releases, squirting subtly against her strap and twitching against her as your whole body shakes. you sigh once it’s over, falling into her entirely as she stops her thrusts, rubbing your back as you calm down, whining and quivering.

shuri chuckles a bit, leaning you up and kissing you, laying you back down and pulling out slowly, faintly you can hear your pussy as she leaves you. you sigh out when she pulls away, “thank you, my love. do you think we can go again?” and you sigh, licking your lips and nodding, and shuri kisses all over your face, thanking you before she’s moving you once more, flipping you over until you’re on your stomach, pussy leaking and presenting for her.

she smiles behind you, kissing your back and whispering against you, “your pussy is twitching baby, are you okay?” she teases and slides her fingers against your lips, adding slight pressure to your clit. you let out a gasp and keep your weight on your forearms, moaning and nodding, “yes, yes, please shuri, i’m okay, please..!” and shuri agrees, lining up inside you once more and entering you slowly, still being kind enough to let you adjust.

you moan out lowly, mouth hanging and eyes rolling shut, the new angle shuri has you in makes you gasp, feeling her deeper. she kisses your back as a precursor to thrusting, harshly slapping against your skin and making you claw at the sheets. you moan, “oh, shuri—baby! unnffhhhh, right, haaa right there—!” your whole body moving with her thrusts. and shuri doesn’t let up, her whole body moving with yours, her hand coming around and rubbing against your clit while the other holds your hip against hers.

it feels like she doesn’t want you to go anywhere and the thought of the queen herself, keeping you still and marking you with her claws makes your head spin, moans changing in pitch, your orgasm already approaching. shuri whispers, “are you gonna cum?” and you nod, breathless mouth hanging open, moaning unapologetically now, feeling your whole body squeezing against her. she leans forward towards your ear, clit still in her palm and thrusts still so deep. “you’re all mine, y/n,” she whispers lowly and you nod and agree, you don’t think you could go to anyone else who made you feel the way shuri did.

she had completely ruined you.

“say it, baby, one more time for me,” she whispers again and you moan out, “i’m yours, i’m all yours, please, please baby, let me cum, please i’m so close, i’m yours!” and shuri sighs in your ear, “good girl, nkosazana, cum for me, give it to me, baby,” and you whine, some tears spilling from your eyes, thanking her as your orgasm washes over you again, your body twitching once more. shuri doesn’t stop this time, still thrusting and fucking you through it and rubbing your clit in tandem, you moan, high pitched and overstimulated, moving away from shuri and her strap slips out. you fall to the bed, sighing and whining, trying to collect yourself.

shuri leans down and kisses your back, rubbing your butt to calm you down and you twitch away from her sighing out, “p-peach, peach,” and she comes to you face immediately, holding you and kissing your mouth and cheeks, checking in. “you alright, sthandwa?” and she sounds concerned, like she wants to make sure she didn’t hurt you in some way. you nod, holding onto her upper body for dear life, whispering, “i— i just needed a break…” you sigh out and shuri smiles, pulling you up into her lap and she holds you, rubbing up and down your sides and kissing you slowly.

“good?” she whispers to you once you’ve calmed down and you nod, sighing, and her hand finds your clit once more, and you moan out, gasping, holding onto her shoulders again. this more personal it feels, you think, moaning softly as shuri bites at your lips and keeps you close in her lap, just rubbing your clit in small circles. “you’re so gorgeous, my love. and so is your pussy, you respond to me so well,” she whispers right into your mouth and you whine, tossing your head back, legs twitching at the praise.

your mind is complete mush, “all for you, shuri, all yours,” you whimper back knows it’s exactly what she wants to hear. and you can feel her reaction with your closed eyes, she leans forward and captures your mouth again, sucking on your bottom lip and adding more pressure to your bud, and you cry out, feeling a wave of your orgasm crash over you once more. she talks you through, “that’s it, go ahead love, cum for me,” again and again, and it’s just as intense as the first time she’s talked you through an orgasm. you fall into her after it’s done, twitching and whining, now completely spent and shuri sighs, pulling you into her arms totally now, laying you down as you settle on her chest. you whimper out as you relax, pussy still twitching.

shuri shushes you, “it’s alright, love, we’re done now, calm down,” and she whispers it and you nod, moving against her more comfortably and you sigh. you finally blink and look at her, brain high on dopamine and smile out a “thank you,” and shuri smiles, “trust me it was my pleasure,” and shes definitely telling the truth.

you close your eyes as sleep overcomes you, shuri kissing you all the way there, much like she has the whole night.

shuri fucks you again when you wake up that morning.

it’s still the weekend, so shuri doesn’t have anywhere to be. she wakes you up with kisses against your skin, rubbing into your thighs and stirring against you. “molo ekuseni, sthandwa,” she says lowly, her xhosa sounding more sexier in the morning. you sigh once you feel her fingers find you clit under the covers, softly adding pressure against it.

you twitch against her, but shuri doesn’t let up, kissing your cheeks and opening your legs with her other hand. you let out a breathily moan, completely giving into her, and she praises you for it, “that’s it love, let me feel you,” and she whispers it in your ear, and you huff, head tilting back, and eyes closing.

you breathe through your nose deeply, your pussy still overstimulated from the night before and your orgasm comes quickly. you whimper, “i’m— im cumming shuri, oh, please—” and she nods, acknowledging you and adding more pressure, circling your thighs as encouragement. you whine out a long drawn moan, your pussy squeezing around nothing and your clit pulses. shuri smiles against your cheek as you cum, thanking you softly and kissing your neck.

your legs are twitching when she asks you, “you’re mine, right, my love?” and you nod, dazed and not even awake, leaning towards her to kiss her.

she fucks you again in her office. she was nearly groping and pawing at you during the meeting they held this morning, her hands on your ass at all times, she keeps you close and whispers to you, sliding her hand through your lab coat and reaching towards your panties. every time you try to sway her away she’ll whisper lowly, “isn’t this pussy mine? cant i have you wherever i want?” and her boldness makes me you give in, dragging her into her office.

shuri opens up your lab coat like she’s starving for you, like she hadn’t had you last night or the morning of. shes already strapped and ready to go, so she fingers you open for a bit before thrusting inside and holding you still on her desk.

you have to keep your voice down, holding a hand against your mouth, as you don’t want the other scientists to hear you. shuri takes full advantage of this, whispering lowly in your ear, “they already know you’re my princess, love. no use in hiding it now,”

but she doesn’t mean it, you know she doesn’t mean it, you whimper and shake your head, moving your hand a bit, “only— only for you, shuri, just for you—!” and you toss your head back, exposing your neck as your nail dig into the wood of the table. shuri smiles, leaning down to capture your mouth, “that’s right, nkosazana, all mine,” and her thrust grow more impatient, obviously eager to have you cum.

you whine against her, biting your lip until it bleeds as you’re cumming again, maybe the fourth time this morning alone. you whimper as your pussy twitches around shuri’s dick, you know she can feel it and she groans too, sighing in your neck and thrusts coming to a halt.

you sigh and fall on the desk, tits out and lab coat ruined. your skirt is pulled up, and there’s no telling what your makeup looks like. you feel your pussy twitch once shuri pulls out of you and she sighs, taking a step back to look at you, smiling. “it looks like i’ve completely ruined you, my love,”

and you sigh and smile because, yes, you think, you have.

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anyways i hope you guys enjoyed this took a lot bruh i’m tired lol, love your shuri okay bye

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