#stud!riri x black!reader

[heejayy]

I Don’t Wanna Be Loved

Warning • shower sex, praising, cunnilingus, fingering, riri a lil mean in this but she falls in love in the end

Genre • smut, a smidge of fluff at the end (it’s not an Ary fic if I don’t add fluff)

Pairing • Riri x Black Fem! Reader

WC: 3.0K

Music Rec: Quickie - Miguel

A/n: LISTEN don’t jump me!!! The smut part beat MY ASS that’s why it took so long to write and I still don’t like it 💀🤚🏾.

You and Riri started this entire "friends with benefits" thing early on in your friendship, and you both felt an instant attraction to each other. It wasn't long after you moved into her apartment as her roommate that she caught a thing for you, and hooking up became the norm. It wasn't until you two started acting too couple like that it started to feel real. She would lavish you with affection and presents, you truly felt like you were her girl, until she would bring other girls around or you saw her chatting to one.

You learned Riri liked to have options but her hopping from girl to girl so quick would make your heart sink to your stomach. You can’t help it but you do this shit to yourself.

She was just talking to some chick on the phone and now she's buried between your thighs eating you out like her last meal. You couldn't bear to let yourself enjoy it because your mind kept racing over who she'd run to after she was done with you. Riri must've noticed something was wrong with you since she looked up at you with a puzzled expression.

“Yo what’s wrong ma? You not feelin’ it?” You blinked rapidly pushing those thoughts far away.

“Oh uh no it feels good.” She rolled her eyes fully sitting up wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, “you’re awfully quiet then” she joked.

You chuckled nervously “I’m sorry I just- nvm.”

“Nah baby tell me what’s up?” There she go making you feel all important “well I was just thinking about us…Riri what are we?” Fuck, as soon as those words left your mouth you regretted it. She sighed looking off, you could tell she was starting to get annoyed.

“Look y/n I told you before we just fuck that’s it, we can’t be catching feelings I-“ she was interrupted by her phone dinging, she checked it and took in a sharp breath.

“Look I gotta go I’ll be back later tonight ight” you rolled your eyes pushing her hands off you “ight” she gave you side look before hopping off your bed. You heard some rummaging next door in her room before she left the apartment slamming the door.

You groaned frustrated wanting to punch something “Fuck!”

“Ight so you catching feeling for her right?” You nodded sipping on your iced coffee “ok the best way to get over someone is to get under somebody else! Boom problem solved” your friend Angel cheered acting like she solved world hunger.

“Angel you know how I am I barley can order my own food without stuttering, you think I’m gonna find someone to fuck that quickly?” She shrugged rolling her eyes.

“Listen I have a list for you I’ll send you their instas, they’ll be at the party tonight so please please go! Show Riri what she’s missing out on” you sighed sitting back in your chair. On one hand you wanted to make Riri jealous and on the other you just wanted to crawl in bed and be left alone.

“Listen boo just think about it.” She was kinda of right, Riri had a plethora of women she’d fuck around with and you had none.

After going home from the café, you considered it and realized Angel is correct; it's time for you to have some options as well. You put on a black little dress, matching black shoes, and a throw jacket in case you got cold. Before leaving your room, you examined your reflection one last time. When you felt satisfied you left.

“Aye where you going?” you heard Riri’s voice echo through the hall of your apartment.

“Out to Rj’s house party” she eyed you up and down, she said nothing but her eyes spoke for her.

“You need me to take you?” You shook your head no “nah I’m good” before you turned to walk out the door you noticed how her facial expression changed. She looked pissed but it was quickly covered by one of her famous nonchalant shrugs.

"CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG!" As you made your way into the backyard, the chants from those around you became louder. You were starting to feel overwhelmed and irritated, and you were ready to go home. You were all alone at the crowded ass party and Angel was no where to be found.

“Lost?” A curious voice questioned from behind you, you turned to see Rj leaning against the frame of the glass slide door.

“Nah I’m kinda just ready to go” she furrowed her eyebrows “well damn is it that bad?” Feeling a little bad and embarrassed you shook you head “no I’m sorry if I offended you i- I’m just not the party type.”

She nodded pushing herself off the door frame making her way over to you “well if you’re not a party girl why’d you come?” You stayed silent thinking about an answer.

You sure as hell wasn’t going to tell her you came just to make a girl jealous who wasn’t even your girlfriend “I don’t know just wanted to change things up, but I kinda regret it” she chuckled shaking her head.

“Well if you’re not doing anything you wanna dance?” You turn to look at her with a grin “sure.”

Rj grinned as she took your hand in hers and led you to the living room, pulling your hips back and dancing to the beat. Being touched by someone other than Riri felt almost scandalous. While you weren't as buzzed as she was, you interlaced your hands with hers, slowly slipping them up your body as you leaned your head on her chest. You swayed to the music, pressing your ass against her. You felt

“I’m not gon’ lie you baby you turnin me on right now” you let out a giggle feeling her breath hit your ear. You smoothly turned around and wrapped your hands around her neck.

“So do something bout it then” taking that as a permission she grabbed you and took you upstairs. She swiftly walked down a hallway pulling you behind her completely ignoring the other couples pressed against the wall making out. She brought you to what you assumed was her bedroom and locked the door.

“You can relax and have a seat pretty girl I’m not gon pounce on you” she chuckled plopping on her bed. You giggle nervously taking a seat beside her, as soon as you sat down she grabbed your face smashing your lips together. It was rough and messy, something you weren’t used to. While mid kiss you felt her bite your lip, you groaned in pain pulling back but she didn’t let you go.

“Mmm wait Rj chill” you could barely breathe she was smothering you. Her being so forceful so fast turned you off, you started pushing against her chest but she wouldn’t let up.

“Rj i said stop damn!” she let go of you with an annoyed and confused face.

“What’s yo problem?”

“The problem is you’re being too fuckin’ rough” she rolled her eyes smacking her lips.

“Fuck outta here if you don’t like that shit” you looked at her appalled and scoffed.

“Nigga you ain’t shit” you snatched your phone and hand bag off her bed, before walking to the door you heard her mutter “upity bitch” you weren’t going to say anything but that small comment pushed you over the edge.

“I know damn well you not talking, you ain’t shit and yo party aint shit. If I wanted someone to bite my fucking face off I’d make out with a fucking dog. Fuck you!”

Now beyond irritated you slammed the door and made your way down stairs, you couldn’t give a less shit if you were leaving alone. You only wanted to be with one person right now and that was Riri. You waited outside the party anxiously pacing the front lawn waiting for her to pick up.

“Yo wassup…”

“Ri-“

“Kidding I can’t come to the phone right now I’m busy” You slammed the red button after grumbling at her stupid ass voicemail. You sat on the porch and sobbed, not out of sadness, but out of frustration. You simply desired to return home and sleep.

After roughly fifteen minutes, you called an Uber, and the ride home was calm and tranquil, just what you wanted. You arrived in front of your building and got out, exhausted after the events of the night, you just wanted to take a shower and go to bed. You grabbed your keys from your handbag and entered the dark flat, but you were stopped by violent moans.

“FUUUUUCK RI!! Right there!” You rolled your eyes kicking off your heels. You did not have the patience to deal with this shit tonight, you threw your purse in the counter and stomped to Riri’s room. You banged on the with every ounce of energy you had left “please shut the fuck up I’m tired and I don’t wanna hear y’all fuckin.”

Your outburst was met with silence, good. Before you walked off Riri room door swung open revealing a pissed off Ri.

“Yo what the fuck is your problem?”

“I don’t wanna hear this shit tonight please kick her out or be quiet.”

Riri could tell something was wrong with you because of your disheveled appearance, dried mascara on your cheeks, and quivering voice; she sighed and rolled her eyes, turning to the girl who was covering her naked body with a sheet and whispered, "Get out."

“You’re really gonna kick me-“

“I said get the fuck out!” She groaned grabbing her things and strutting out the room. You sighed uttering a ‘thank you’ before walking to your room and closing your door.

With a huff, you plopped on your bed, stretched out with your eyes closed, unable to move one inch. It felt good to just let your body relax, but your time was cut short by a tap on the door.

"Can I come in?" She asked, peering in, and you sighed and nodded. Riri entered your room slowly, as if she hadn't been in here a million times. She laid alongside you, with her hands resting on her belling in stillness.

“What wrong mama?” You didn’t answer, “Don’t give me that silent treatment shit” again you didn’t answer.

“Y/n/n don’t piss me off-“ you groaned long and loud cutting her off “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“The party was trash?” You scoffed “beyond.” She chuckled “tell me bout it princess,” you sat up and sighed for the ump-tenth time tonight.

"Well, I arrived at the party with Angel, but she left in less than five minutes, probably to get her back blown out somewhere," she laughed at your comment, "but anyhow, I wandered around drinking here and there for about an hour and a half, and when I was about to leave, Rj found me. We talked for a while before starting to dance, and then-" there was a brief moment of silence, you took a second to contemplate telling her you made out with Rj.

“Then what?” She asked noticing your hesitation.

“Well um me and Rj left the party and went to her room I was bit tipsy earlier so we started to make out” hearing that made Riri’s body stiffen.

“I couldn’t dare go further she was too rough and it was like kissing a wet dog with its tongue out ” she laughed a little too hard at your description “you’re such a dumb ass but I thought you liked it rough?” She said tilting her head.

“Well yeah but I only like it when you’re rough, she didn’t have a clue what she was doing.” She let out another chuckle, “awe my sweet clueless angel, everyone can’t please you like I do.”

You two were now resting in your elbows facing each other, face inches apart from each other. Your eyes flickered down to her soft plumps one and back up to her eyes. They held a dark lustrous look as she leaned in, your lips brushed against each other before you pulled back.

“What? What’s wrong?” You bit the inside of your cheek “you just had your little toy over and you think you’re about to kiss me with that mouth? No thank you” she smacked her lips moving back.

“So what do you suggest i do?”

You plastered a grin on your face “go shower nasty.”

“Well you need a shower too I’m not the only who’s been fuckin people tonight-“

“Correction! We didn’t fuck we made out” she shrug hopping off the bed “same thing.” Figuring she wasn’t wrong you got off the bed trailing behind her. It wouldn’t be too bad to wash the stench of spit and vodka off you.

In the bathroom, you both undressed, but not without her eyeing you down. Feeling a little shy, you hurriedly undressed and stepped in the shower. You put the water on as hot as it could go and stood under the steaming water, letting it trickle down your back. Just as you were beginning to relax, you felt two hands grab your waist and lips, kissing you on the back. You whimpered as you felt her fingertips run between your thighs. Her fingers glided between your folds, teasing your clit, and you heard a faint chuckle.

“Ri I said sh-shower first” She ignored you continuing to play between your legs.

"You this wet for me?" You didn't respond to her because your thoughts were jumbled and you couldn't focus on the sensation of her stroking circles into your clit "I asked you a question, answer me," you immediately nodded.

"Good girl," she said as she drew her hands away from you and pushed you up against the tile wall. Her gaze locked on yours as she began to kiss down your neck, sucking your skin between her teeth and leaving small bite marks, which took you by surprise normally she refuses to leave in marks on you. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation "mmm ri."

Her hands returned between your legs, and she glided between your folds, softly entering you. Her fingers curled up against that area you need her the most.

"Fuuuck riri" While her fingers occupied your cunt, she took one of your breasts in her mouth and sucked on your nipple as her teeth lightly grazed it. The longer her fingers worked on you, the more intense your orgasm.

"Look at you, all fucked out just from my fingers, is this all it takes?"

“Ri you make me feel so good” you whined leaning your head against the wall.

“You look so pretty like this” you were close. Hands gripping the walls along with Riri’s shoulders.

“I- I wanna cum please let me cum.” Riri grins as she continues to pump in and out, placing her thumb on your clit again. Your eyes roll back of your head as your toes tingle with warmth. You can feel the nerves around your clit tightening and the muscles inside you begin to clench around her fingers. Your thighs trembled feeling your release so close you could taste it.

“Fuck I’m- nnhghhh ri!”

“There you go, such a good little slut for me” your moans echoed off the bathroom walls as you came undone on her fingers.

“Good girl, now suck” she cooed stuffing her cum covered fingered into your mouth. You sucked them clean as her fingers gagged you a bit.

After you came down from your high you two figured the shower wasn’t a good place to continue, you migrated to the bed and continued. Your legs were now entangled with one another as you, her on top and you below her. She had this loving look in her eye as she cupped your face stroking your cheek. You’ve never seen her look at you like this before.

As she continued to rub her soaking cunt against yours, she threw threw her head back letting out a throaty moan. The feeling of your clits bumping against each other drove you mad.

“You look so beautiful like this you know that?” She complimented leaning down as she took your lips in her. Her kisses were rough but never sloppy she took her time with you, kissing you like her life depended on it.

Her hands kneaded your thighs gripping them with every thrust, she let out the most angelic moans as she chased her high “Mmh you hear that shit? fuck that pussy sound good baby.”

All you could do was let out incoherent mumbles under her, just the way she liked it. A few more thrust and she was done, her moans became higher and thighs trembling as she kept going “fuck fuck fuuuuck!”

She held you down and finished riding out her high, she looked so beautiful coming undone on top of you. Breast bouncing with each movement with her mouth hanging open in pleasure. Her hips stuttered a little then she came to a full stop she left a weak kiss on your lips and laid beside you.

You pulled the covers over you turning to your side to face her, she glanced over to you and chuckled your eyes were drooping getting ready to close.

“Come here pretty” you tiredly slid over to her and laid on her bare chest, she left a kiss on forehead and held you close.

“You’re my one and only you hear me?” You hummed too tired to answer.

Her whispering “I love you” was the last thing you heard before falling asleep.

A/n: I hope you guys enjoyed my first Riri fic! 💜💜

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Riri’s Masterlist

[inmyheadimobsessed]

Worth the Wait || valentine's day piece #2

pairing: stud!riri ✘ plussize!black!fem!reader

summary: riri visits you for valentines day

word count: 3.4k

contains: again, smut (18+) with literally no plot. stud!riri, strap!riri, oral (both receiving), praise (if you squint it's there i promise), spanking (riri loves big booty bitches), dom!riri, fingering, riri is a little mean, overstimulation

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divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: soon as the stud!riri conversation started i ran to my google docs and this was a result of that. my first time writing riri smut so be nice to me! riri williams you will never beat them stud allegations, sorry boo i know what you are. also I slipped in some of y'alls hc's for extra fun! anywhos this has no plot, not even a dash. enjoy <33

Tipsy giggles escaped you as you stumbled clumsily down the hotel hallway, peering over your shoulder occasionally to assure Riri still followed you. She did, but her strides were nowhere near as graceless as your own. They were calculated, measured; Riri trekked behind you with the utmost confidence.

She hummed a tune, smirking only slightly with eyes that hung low. That stare made you keenly aware that she was only allowing you to lead the race back to your suite, she allowed you to believe you had the upper hand. The musk of her cologne followed you closely though, dizzying you along with the wine in your system.

You held tight to your bouquet of scarlet roses, clinging to it for dear life. One slight movement and they would tumble to the floor, and you along with them. Your little jog picked up speed and you ignored the four times your ankle twisted, you were in a hurry, a hurry to get away from her. Ultimately, every step you took was in vain.

Riri had the room key, there was no getting in without her. You halted as this realization dawned on you and pouted when she approached. It was still there, that sly smirk. The smirk lingered on her kiss-swollen lips, hiding behind the faint stain of your red lipstick there as well.

She stood before you, studying your frame intently, no doubt making a mental list of all the places her lips would caress once you got inside. Riri leaned in, pressing her front to yours and you gasped shakily. Her cologne clogged your brain. The aroma was strong, and it was rich. It was the most seductive scent you’d ever inhaled.

And that’s what it was doing, right now; Riri’s cologne was seducing you all by its lonesome. She met your eye line and licked her lips. Containing your need for her grew more impossible the longer she stood there, ogling you in the way she did.

Someone moaned. And when she laughed you were ashamed, but not in the least bit surprised to learn it was you. “You’re crushing my roses.”

It was all you could muster and thankfully it was enough to get her exacting gaze off you, be it only briefly. Eyes, seemingly only aware of you and your flustered demeanor, panned quickly to the flowers in your hold, and you took the opportunity to exhale quietly.

She flicked her gaze back to you again, then down to your heaving chest. “Move.”

One word, she shot it at you as one would a bullet, and you stumbled. Crimson flowers threatened a fall, one you didn’t allow. You held your ground, ignoring her tone, ignoring how sexy she looked.

You didn’t care about her loose-fitting camo pants, or about that green jumper she wore along with them, no. Her navy blue puffer coat did not matter, neither did her skully, even if it looked hot as hell sitting atop her fresh braids. Those gold chains, no one cared about those. White air forces were played out anyway, right?

The dampness at your core sang a different song. Your pussy cared, she cared a lot. “You gotta move ma, I need to open the door. Unless you tryna have these people watch us. I ain’t know you was into that.”

You groaned and stepped out of her way. “I might really want you to fuck me right now, but you mad annoying you know that?”

“Yeah, I know.” She pushed the door open, gesturing for you to enter and you did. “But you still gon let me hit so who’s really winning?”

You rolled your eyes at her. Stepping further into the room you took notice of the way she decorated it: Petals on the floor and on the bed. Heart-shaped scented candles adorned every surface, unlit but their scent carried. On the bed sat two cute teddies holding fluffy hearts.

“Aww babe, you did all this?” You pulled her in, kissing her face and she giggled into all of it. “You’re so cute, the cutest!”

Riri loved when you babied her, it was truly her weakness, and you enjoyed doing it.

“I need you out of those clothes, and between my legs like right now. It’s been too long since I got some good head.” Her words excited you and you began to strip, watching as she did the same.

The longer you stared at her, the more you realized just how much you missed her, just how much you needed her. Needing Riri was an all-consuming feeling, your entire being craved her when she wasn’t near, and when she was, that need amplified beyond reason, it surpassed understanding. “Not my baby putting on the dewey getting all sexy for me.”

“Girl, you think I’m finna sweat my hair out dealing with you?” She tried stifling her giggle, pulling you close and connecting your lips, desire spilling out of her and into you.

You kissed her back just as hard, letting the lust-filled air wrap your bodies tightly together. Wanting lips, hungry lips latched onto her neck as you pushed her toward the bed, letting her fall directly into the white sheets. You straddled her, thick thighs on either side of her muscular frame. It was your turn to smirk now, you had her exactly where you wanted her, trapped beneath your ass and thighs. And it was where she was happiest.

“These are sexy as fuck, too bad Ima rip them off real soon.” Her fingers snaked under the thin material of your baby pink lingerie, grazing your lace-clad skin tenderly, and you shuddered.

You pecked her lips once, twice, three times, before sliding all the way down her body, stopping at the spot you know she needed you the most. Riri helped you slip her briefs down rather swiftly and you laughed at her readiness. “Somebody’s eager.”

Two fingers glided through her watery folds and she hissed. You avoided her clit at all costs, opting to tease her entrance instead. Your fingers would hover right at the edge, brushing deftly, but you would never sink them inside. Not fully. Riri needed to beg for it, you needed her to plead for you. Her moans picked up once she caught wind of your plan and she twitched. “Mami please, I need it.”

“What do you need baby?” You kissed the inside of her thighs before biting a little, she always loved that.

“Your mouth, your fingers, please. Please, fuck I need it!” The e’s in her spitting of the word ‘need’ dragged out, and you gladly granted her wish. Your wet tongue dipped into her pussy, she was dripping and you’d barely touched her. A satisfied smile stretched across your features at the thought. Riri was just as desperate for you as you were for her.

“You taste so good Ri.” Your words came out muffled, and the way she twitched told you they pushed burly waves of shock throughout her body. Her clit was in your mouth and you sucked sloppily, earning loud whines from your girlfriend. All the while two fingers stretched her, causing her to curse as she shot her back off the bed. “Relax baby, relax.”

You pumped her hole swiftly, splashing around in the wetness she oozed for you, enjoying her taste on your lips. Riri’s whimpers were your favorite song, you looped them in your mind, knowing she would only make those sounds for you. “You sound so fucking sexy for me, moaning and shit. Am I making you feel good?”

“Yes ma, fuck. I’m so close.” Her hips jerked, confirming her admission and you smiled.

Your pace increased and another finger found its way into her, this time yanking a cry from her lips. “This pretty pussy gonna come for me? Huh? You gon come Ri?’

Her nods were vigorous, her eyes were slammed shut as she arched upward. “So fucking wet. Yeah come for me.” You returned your lips to her sensitive bud, swirling your tongue around, granting her no ease. You wanted to make her melt for you, needed her to come undone around you.

“Shit, I’m coming!” Digits nudged her nerves and her muscles clamped around you, locking your hand in that position. You continued sucking her through her orgasm, spitting on her already-soaked pussy and lapping her up best you could. The way her clit jumped in your mouth should've been your cue to release her, but you refused. “Fuck mami, okay, okay! Shit, okay!”

Riri pushed your head away and you climbed her body to meet her lips. Her pants, so pretty, so sinful, made you smile smugly before you kissed her. The kiss was long and heated, allowing her to taste every drop of her sweet nectar on your mouth and she moaned into your throat. “Nasty ass. You like how you taste on me?”

She nodded shyly, allowing you to inhale her neck. That fucking cologne would be your end. Without so much as a warning, Riri flipped you, and you gasped. She towered over you, rising like a shadowy figure in the night and you gulped. “You ready for me?”

“Mhmm.” Your grin was wide and she kissed it away.

“You ain’t ready for me.”

•••

The hotel bed creaked obnoxiously loud from the force of Riri drilling you. Greedy hands on your waist pulled you back, hard, against her thick strap again and again. She stretched you wide, so wide little red hearts bounced around behind your eyelids. God, you missed her, missed this. Missed the way she fucked you senseless.

The sweet fragrance of roses slithered its way up your nose. Red petals glued to your face as she shoved you deeper into silk pillows, attempting to muffle your moans. The act proved to be useless when she hit your special spot. Riri was not one to enjoy failed attempts, but she relished in the idea of your screams coming from the sinister way she was blowing your back out.

“Fuck, you missed me?” Slick trickled down your legs, her thrusts creating a loud sloshing sound at your core. Riri wanted you to answer, the powerful way she bucked into your pussy made that abundantly clear. But words were lost on you, this she knew, which made her demand all the more menacing.

A babble emerged from your gut accompanied by a string of desperate whimpers, none of them coherent, none of them satisfactory for Riri either. Her right hand left your bruised hip, traveling under your center, and colliding with your dripping cunt. Her ringed middle finger found your swollen clit and swiftly began its assault. “I know you heard me mami, did you miss me?”

“Yes! Yes I m-missed you!” You gurgled up your response, but it seemed to please her. She placed a hot palm at the base of your spine, rocking into you with low grunts of her own. It wasn't hard to guess what she was doing, you didn't need to lift your head from the sheets to know. Your girlfriend was fond of watching herself work you. Riri enjoyed seeing her strap glide through your folds. She loved pushing in deep until the base hit your ass, witnessing your hole devour the toy before her eyes.

Your clench mesmerized her, and the emergence, that was her favorite part. It left her in awe every single time, the way your pussy would spit the dildo back out covered in all your creamy juices. And you were certain she was doing that now, allowing herself to be amazed by the way you performed for her as if she'd given you a choice in the matter.

“Shit, look at you baby.” She pulled out, slapping the strap against your sopping core, and kneaded your butt roughly. It made you wince, you were already so tired, it wouldn't be long before your legs gave out. “I know this pretty pussy missed me.”

You whined, allowing her to dig deeper into you. Salty tears were spilling from your sockets, dampening the pillows stuffed in your face and you could taste the flowers clinging to you. Wails made your mouth open wider; every sound you released was a cry for more. More of her touch, more of her stretch. More. More. More.

“M-missed you s’much!” Your head lifted only slightly to regard her before your teeth sunk into the tear-stained pillows once more. Riri knew you wouldn't last much longer, but she loved pushing you far, and you were certain that's where the night was headed.

“Yeah? You gon show me how much mami? Show me how much you missed me.” She let your hips go and you couldn't help your sigh of relief. Riri’s hold on your waist was firm, she was immensely strong for her size, and months apart had helped you forget just how strong. The pressure from her grip and the pressure from her thrusts were too immense when combined.

She pushed your back down, somehow managing to bury you deeper into the linens. Your arch was sharp, almost spine cracking as you began to throw your ass back for her. She let you take control, allowed you to slam against her abdomen over and over. This, the image of your flesh jiggling for her, was another one of her favorites.

“That's it mamas, go crazy on that dick for me, just like that. Shit.” A hard smack to your ass made you scream out and another one made you clench around her. You paused, needing a second to recuperate. “Keep going, I ain't tell you to stop.”

She spanked you again, this one harder, punishing. It didn't derail you though, and she cooed praises into your back. You continued rocking yourself up and down the shaft of the dildo, making your ass jump each time. Your thighs quivered and your knees felt like they were sinking, sinking deeper into the mattress as you fucked yourself on the length of her.

Another hard hit vibrated through you and your body spasmed, “Ahh!”

“What you screaming for pretty? You want me to do it again?” Riri did not wait for a response, and you hadn't expected her to, this was her normal. She smacked your ass again, this time squeezing before she let go. Your clench was involuntary, it grew stronger the closer you got to a release and the tingling in your toes let you know you weren't far off.

You bounced back on her again, this time sloppier as you screeched. “Fuck, baby I'm so close.”

“I know. Keep going.” Fingers found your clit again and you were sure the entire floor heard your cry. She pressed her front onto your sweaty back as she rubbed your bud harshly. Your eyes rolled and spit bubbled from your mouth, mixing with your warm tears. She did this to you every time. Long distance was hard, going to school in different states was hard, but the way she fucked you like a mad woman when reunited made it worth it. It was all worth it in the end.

You groaned, teeth sinking into your bottom lip in attempts to alleviate some intensity. You worked her still and Riri continued to electrify your body with spank after spank. “Baby I'm gonna come!”

“Not until I say so.” Riri pulled her hands from your sore pussy and you listened for the suck, her hum at the taste of you, and the soft pop from her slipping her fingers out her mouth. It made you smile some, every time without fail.

Those same hands were on your aching hips again, snatching, squeezing and you relinquished control of your body, surrendering your exasperated form over to her with ease. Her hips snapped into you with fierce precision, not caring about your screams or your whines. She was fucking you how she wanted and you would just have to take it. Her chains clinked, knocking into each other like the way she knocked into you. Your pussy clamped around her, firm and unrelenting in its ridgid hold and she chuckled darkly.

You were aware this made her task all the more tedious, the task of ramming into you at the speed she desired, but you were also privy to her enjoyment. “Fuck baby, you know I love when you do that shit.”

The tip of the strap crashed into your g-spot, ripping a breathy howl from your depths and it was then that your knees gave out entirely. You prepared for the fall, to have your body plummet into the soaked and rumpled comforter, but that occurrence never came. Instead, Riri’s arm slung under your stomach and she held you up, fucking you all the while. "Riri, please!"

“Yeah, go head and come for me ma.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you permitted your stifling orgasm to swim through you. There was a scream, one that rawed your throat. You remembered a huff of air leaving your body when you came, soft pecks trailing your spine, and the caring way Riri eased out of your hole. Cum leaked from you, you felt it, it was everywhere. You were barely breathing, barely conscious when Riri’s tongue darted into your cunt.

“Wait, Ri, baby wait.” You were shivering, you tried your best to crawl away, but it was no use. You lacked the strength, the stamina.

She clutched your thighs, pulled your ass up, and kept your face down on the bed. Foolish, that's what you thought. You were foolish to believe for a second that she was finished with you. “Nah, don't run. What you running for?”

She slurped your cum hungrily and your extensive wetness echoed throughout the hotel room. You hadn't the strength to moan for her, only expelling quiet little whimpers. Her tongue circled your hole continuously and you shook. Your poor clit, so sore, so used. Riri sucked it gently, in what you assumed was her way of easing up. You backed your ass into her face unconsciously and her lips let your folds go to laugh.

“Riri… I–”

“Lay down mami, lemme take care of you. I just need one more, you can do that for me right?”

Once on your back, you gave her a tired nod, barely able to hold your eyes open.

Riri kissed your sticky pussy, lapping at the cum seeping from you. “You so damn messy baby, fuck look at all this.” She kissed your inner thigh, tongue dragging along the streaks of wetness there.

You whined in response, pressing fingers into her silky black durag, trailing them along the dips and dents of her braids underneath. Your bruised hips jerked as you bucked into her mouth and she hummed, sucking your clit harder. Wiggling out of her hands had never worked for you in the past, but you tried it still.

Her smile, there it was, that's why you did it. That conniving smile was why you tried escaping her, because you knew she took pride in your inability to. She was condescending about it, cocky, and you loved it.

She pushed her way inside you again, and the coolness of her rings made you hiss. The sensation was soothing in a way, it was sort of what your hole needed. You needed something icy in the area, something to pamper the soreness. “You doing so fucking good for me. Almost done, okay?”

Another nod, this one less convincing than the first. If you were being honest, you weren't sure your body could hold still to consciousness if you came again. But you would try, you would try for Riri. Her digits curled inside you and you twitched. “C-close.”

She bobbed her head, but her speed didn't increase. Her thrusts were easy, loving. They diverted every sensation you were feeling to a center point, connecting and tangling them together. There were knots being tied for the sole purpose of breaking, unraveling. Your breathing picked up and you could feel every bead of sweat that formed on your body. They rolled down your back, your shoulders, in between your curves and rolls. They sped up with each heave of your chest, tensing your knots, testing their limits.

“Fuck! Right there Ri baby!” You lurched off the bed, grinding deep on to her working fingers.

“That's the spot mamas, hmm? Right here?” Riri slammed into your sensitive nerves over and over until you were bawling her name. Fractured, weak, tired. Your voice crawled out of your raw throat fractured, weak, and tired. It hurt to moan, but you did it anyway. Ecstasy surged through you like a strong current, threatening to yank you underwater as you came again.

Lucidity slipped away from you the moment Riri’s lips met your tender hips, placing soft pecks along your gorgeous blemishes. “These gon be there for a minute, I’m sorry.”

“S’okay.” You managed to croak out and she pulled you into her arms. Riri kissed your temple whilst rocking you from side to side to calm you. “I-I’m glad you're here, missed y-you. Love you.”

“I love you too. I'm right here baby, I'm not going nowhere.”

You tilted your head, peering up at her through sleepy lids, tugging on her necklace to get her attention. Riri’s eyes met your face and her smile was instant, she knew what you wanted.

She leaned in, pressing her lips to yours carefully, considerately. The kiss was quick, but it was exactly the thing you needed. The gentleness of it, the affection that powered it was the last thing you felt before the lastings of your release made good on its promise to pull you into a deep sleep.

[axailslink]

Cocky Bitch

Stud!Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Summary: you were talking like you were big and bold and now Riri wants you to be bold in front of her. She calls you and you tell her your true thoughts.

You're a giggling mess as you look at your phone and send the message you've been pondering on for about a good five minutes. You’d paced the room for a while in hopes that you'd send it eventually but it took a while Riri ain't one to play around with you especially if you are trying to rile her up. You take a deep breath and send it with a wide smile on your face as you do so.

you keep doing all this talking when you could really be putting your mouth to better use.

You never received a message back and your anxiety is off the walls. This ain't the first time you've texted her something like this so why is she not answering? Before you can let yourself get too in your thoughts and feelings there's a knock on your dorm room door you're quick to answer it as you were already standing. Behind the door a smiling Riri is revealed and you immediately try to close it back but she's already let herself in. "So what was with all that I should put my mouth to better use talk? Cause I'm here I brushed my teeth, I filed my nails down and I got my book bag. So what was up with all that shit you were saying?" You laugh and shrug “I was just playing it ain’t even that serious” Riri nods and watches as you try to put some distance between you and her but she doesn’t let you get far because she grabs you by your waist keeping you within kissing distance. “Tell the truth you knew you weren't playing. We both know you weren't playing, matter of fact I’m pretty sure you get off to the sound of my voice so if you about it I’m about it.”

Oh this cocky bitch.

She’s so hot yet she’s so cocky and arrogant but why the fuck does she wear it so well? You’re a little annoyed now simply because she’s right you could get off to the thought and sound of her. It's disgusting but if this theory were tested it would be true. “Get off to the sound of your voice?” she nods as she licks her lips and lets her eyes run down your form, her gaze perverted as if she can see right through your clothing. Your stomach does backflips but you’re trying to prove that she’s a cocky bitch right now so now is not the time to fold instead you mumble “and what makes you think that?” She smiles before she speaks because she knows she’s about to read you down to the last page. “I mean maybe it’s the way when we’re on the phone approximately around twelve I start to get sleepy so I nod off and you go “baby talk to me” and I’m just humming as a reply but when I do speak I don’t have much energy… However I am wide awake when I hear you start to whimper my name or when you suddenly mute yourself and I can no longer hear that raggedy ass fan in the background. So yeah I know you could get off on just my voice, maybe even just the thought of me.” You want to disagree but why lie about something she already knows the truth about? You stand there as still as a statue until she sits her bag down beside your feet and it thuds against the ground bringing you back to reality.

“Since you know so much how about you go sit down. You know I think about you when I touch myself but you don’t know what I’m imagining so I confess…” You gently push Riri towards your bed while you lock your door “I imagine you underneath me being as pretty as you are right now except you’re crying from the overstimulation this whole cocky facade you put on it’s gone. I want to get rid of it. I want to see you in shambles underneath me. Would you like to be in shambles underneath me?” Riri just sits on the edge of your bed not expecting such words to come out of your mouth not once have you ever said anything of the sort to her about this little fantasy of yours. It makes her look at you differently. She's never had anyone talk to her the way you just had and she’s interested she wants to know more about these little fantasies of yours. Maybe even experience them. “I asked a question. Riri I would love an answer in return” Riri nods but she’s finding it hard to answer because how would she? What should she say? What should she do?

“Yeah.”

A/n: as y'all know my FICS do not be edited well so if you see something confusing let me know via messaging I'll fix it.

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[ctrleuphoria]

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵

𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥!𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘟𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

-𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘺 : Riri’s past relationships will always continue to build a wall between the relationship y’all have now. Riri never took the time to be open with you or express her feelings towards you properly out of fear of being hurt again. One day you get tired of how nonchalant she is during certain situations, which being nonchalant in is uncalled for. It takes Riri almost losing you to realize you’re different, and understanding. So Riri shows you how much she actually cares, and how much love and emotion she actually has for you.

-𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 : strap!slinger Riri, smut, 18+, oral (reader receiving), angst (js a lil), fluff at the end, a little toxic riri,overstimulation, language, nonchalant Riri, toxic exes (riri’s past relations), Rough sex.

You were tired. tired of rethinking your whole relationship with Riri.

Tired of being dismissed. You were tired of thinking she didn’t take your conversations seriously.

You just wanted it to stop. You sat on the bed you two shared thinking on your way to address Riri because of her recent behaviors.

You think to yourself “is it really worth it”?, “will she try to understand”? The knob of the main door to y’all’s apartment opened interrupting your train of thought.

“Yo” Riri’s voice yelled throughout the walls of the apartment bombarding your thoughts. “Y/n”? Riri called your name with a questionable tone assuming you weren’t home.

She came into the room to see you sitting on the bed. “Hey ma” Riri said as she came up to kiss you but you curved her leaving her with a confused expression along her face.

“You good?” she asked taking off her grey Nike tech jacket to reveal her basic white tee and letting her gold chains fall against her chest.

“ask yourself that riri”. she still stood glued in place with a confused expression. “And why should I do that”?, her expression slowing changing to an annoyed one.

You couldn’t believe her. As smart as she is she has the audacity to ask such a dumbass question. “Ok there you go again”.

Riri was really starting to piss you off. “What are you talking about?” Something that also pissed you off about Riri is that she continues to ask the same question every time she’s confronted ,which pisses you off more in this situation.

“Every fucking time I try and have a genuine conversation you sit there with that bored expression on your face and it pisses me off because you act like you don’t do anything wrong”.

“Or you just don’t fucking listen at all”. Riri stood there taken aback about your tone. “Aye yo ass really needa watch the fucking attitude”. “Riri be fucking for real for once and actually listen”.

Riri stands there taken aback by your tone which pisses her off more. “I’m not finna sit here listen to you bitch about something that probably don’t even matter. She says as she shrugs and removes her ‘cool grey 4’s’. All you could do is scoff.

“Ok”. That’s all you said before you got up and took your purse and grabbed your keys and head out the door. Riri was tempted to run after you, but she stopped herself. Riri didn’t know where you where going all she knew was that you’ll be back… She was wrong.

1 hour turned into 3, and 3 turned to 5, and 5 turned to 8. She was getting worried she didn’t know where you were. Her thought turned against her causing her to think of the worst. She kept worrying until she heard the front door open. It was you. She was happy and relieved, but all of the happiness turn into aggressiveness.

“Where the hell have you been” Riri asked pissed of

that you left without even telling her where you were.

“Why should you care”? Riri scoffs at your attitude after you have been gone almost all day.

“Because y/n you scared the shit outta me, you’ve been gone for 8 fucking hours.

Anything could have happened. “Ok and why you starting to care all of a sudden”?

You walk passed her taken aback figure, but as you were walking away she grabs your arm. You forgot how strong riri is.

“I’m not gon tell you no more to watch your fucking attitude. You chuckled. “ or what”?

Riri uses her free hand and puts it around your neck. You don’t know how long it took me to get yo mouth in check? “Maybe you could use a reminder”. Riri starts kissing your neck, leaving faint hickies. ~Ri~ you moan which made riri’s pussy soaked.

She undoes your belt, slow trickling her fingers down your abdomen. Her free hand removes from your neck and trials up you shirt and pinches your pierced nipples.

Her other hand makes it way down to your soaking panties, playing with your clit through them. “Ohh fuck” you moan, you hated being teased a riri knows this.

“I’m finna cum ohh shit”

All of a sudden she stops and you are left there being edged.

“Why did you stop?” You asked confused

Riri raised a brow “you really think I’m finna let yo ass cum after that”? you were disappointed, because you know Riri doesn’t tolerate your smart ass mouth.

“RI”! you squealed as Riri threw you over her shoulder, again you forgot how strong she was.

She threw you on the bed that you both shared. The fact she always use to make dirty jokes about how she really wants to make you turn y’all’s black sheets white. Now she really finna go through with it.

She grab your ankles, pulling your pants off. “Look at this shit so fucking wet”. She said in amazement. She slowly pulled your panties off playing with your clit to keep you stimulated. “Oh my God” you moaned.

Riri lowers her head in between your leg and takes kitten licks at your soaking wet pussy. “Stop teasing please Ri”. She did as you requested, and dives right in like she was starving.

“fuck Riri please”? you moaned as you griped on her braids “Please what ma”? she asked a little muffled. “Please fuck me”. “Good girl”. Riri Says as she gets up and leaves you on edge for another time.

“Turn over”. she flips you over leaving you face down ass up. “And stay like that”. She says leaving a good smack to the flesh of your ass.

she comes back but since it dark in the room, it kinda hard to make out what she has when she comes back. You feel the bed dip behind you and feel something cold against your ass. She had her strap.

Riri rubs the tip of the faux dick along your folds. “You ready ma”? “Ouu yes”. She slowly guides it in earning a loud drawn out moan from you. “Shit”.

“Mhm”. Riri groans

“Oh shit right there”. “Yea”. Riri says leaving another smack to your ass. “It feels good baby”? She asks. “So good baby oh fuck”.

Riri Starts going at Speed which is to much to handle for you, so u decide to move forward from the fast and deep strokes she was giving you. “Why you running”? “Uh uh bring that ass back here”. She said as she grabbed your hips to bring you back.

“I’m finna cum ouu shit”. “yea cream on my dick baby”. “Taking my dick so good mama”.

“Im cumming baby”. You said on the brink of tears

“There you go”. “Let it out baby”.

you plopped down on the bed wore the hell out. Riri goes to the the bathroom a cleans up on cleans off the materials used(iykyk).

she comes back in the room with boxers and a sports bra abd checks up on you. “You good”? “Yea”. You said muffled since your face was in the sheets.

“Can you explain to me why you were mad again please mama”? Riri askes “because you never express your feelings, you’re just so nonchalant about everything and it makes me as if you don’t care”. You say as you turn over still unable to move your bottom half.

“I’m sorry ma it’s just I’m scared”. Riri says. “Scared of what”? You say sitting up. “Scared of getting hurt again, my exes did me dirty and I’m just scared I might hurt you and you use my emotions against me”. “Ri baby you could have always talked to me about it”. “I know but I didn’t want you to see me as naive or weak for expressing my emotions to you”.

You get up to kiss her, she kisses back, but you stop before it turns to something and have you paralyzed from the neck down. “Riri I would never do you like that, I love you too much for that”. “I know baby”. Riri agrees. “But, promise me you will be open with me”?

Riri looks at you with hesitation on her face. “Promise me”? “I promise”. Riri says as she kisses you. “Ok ok let’s get cleaned up. She says and she leads you to the bathroom to take a nice warm bath.

Ok so I did my best. This is my first time writing ever so can I get some tips. 😴

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[shurislover]

y/n with stud!riri or stud!shuri

[peachesfather]

Omg can you do a Shuri fic where Shuri and reader are together and let’s say the reader accomplished something and is having a dinner and Shuri misses it because she’s busy in her lab and then just like angst with some smut or fluff

I love this sm

Warning: +18 Shuri being a disrespectful prick, grammar errors, angst, and fluff at the end of the fic (freaky gyal)

note: this a short one so please enjoy :D

summary: Y/n celebrating her time as the biggest journalist of the week, but while doing her speech, she didn't see her own girlfriend in the crowd clapping for her. The end gets so interesting.

You are in your bathroom, getting ready for the event of the night to spark a new future that could bring everything you always wanted. You step out to see your girlfriend getting a few things, and you give her an unamused face.

She stops midway to stare back but continues doing what she has to do to leave to go to the lab. I signed and stopped looking at her, and got my clothes on and makeup on. I spray my favorite fragrance on myself while then a little twirl.

The door shuts in the next room; this could mean Shuri left to go to the lab already. I got upset because it was too loud, but she couldn't even make it to my important event today. I wanted her to cheer for me and clap about how proud she is, but instead she just did her thing to make experiments for Wakanda.

I got out of the chair in my room and made my way to my car to drive to the event. When I got there, I saw everyone greeting me and other nonsense that they threw my way towards the time for my speech.

When time went by, i started to drink before my speech. I went up on the stage with a glass in my hand while talking gibberish and limping. i fell down, someone in the crowd had to call my girlfriend so she had to pick me up.

I was in bed while still being drunk, I saw shuri on the edge of the bed drinking something but my eyes were kind of blurrly. I went to her on the bed and said "why didn't you come to my celebration?" i looked at her and she gave no emotion at all.

"Y/n..you already know" she signed and continues drinking her beverage, she face palm herself.

"NO I DON'T, YOU'RE ARE MY GIRLFRIEND *hiccup* YOU SHOULD AT LEAST SHOW UP TO EVENTS LIKE THESE *hiccup* BUT NOO YOU ARE IN THE LAB like bro make up your mind if you want to be together or not.."

Her face started to soften while she saw tears run down my face to my nose, making boogers form. She hugs me and says, "I promise I won't ever do that again in my life. I shouldve have thought of you more than my work."

"Pinky promise?" I said with me holding her hands together

"yes, pinky promise love" She said while kissing my forehead and holding me tight.

[222euphoria]

~𝐄𝐮𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩

~ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 ❥ @ctrleuphoria

~ 𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞?

[quintessencewrites]

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)

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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.”

[fentibeauty]

𝐫𝐢𝐫𝐢 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 ✰

you walked out of the steamy bathroom, your hair tied up with one of riri’s durags. you cut the bathroom light off and looked at riri who was propped up on the head board. putting her attention to both her phone and tv.

you went to your perfume stand and grabbed one of your choice and applied it. you turned around and riri was now staring at you.

“yes?” you giggled when her eyes didn’t leave your body. you had on one of riri’s tank tops and her boxers. “you cold ma?” riri asked you.

you were confused on the question, “no? i’m actually hot. i’ve been in that hot ass bathroom for too long.. why?”

riri chuckled, before looking back at her phone.

“what riri? why are you laughing?” riri looked back at you, her eyes lowered before they went back to your eyes. “you sure you not cold?”

“yes! why do you keep asking me that?!”

“because i’m just tryna figure out why your nipples are looking at me.”

you raised your eyebrows in confusion before looking down. your nipples were indeed rock hard, bulging through the thin shirt. you looked back up and riri has she had a sly smirk on her face.

“now let me ask you again..”

[heejayy]

I just want stud!Riri to flip and dip me she so fine 😩😩

[badbitchandrea]

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

[axailslink]

Oh so you pussy whipped?

Stud!Riri x poc FEM reader

Summary: A conversation shared between you (Riri's current hookup), Riri and her best friend/ roommate about her current hookup (you.)

"Ooooh so you pussy whipped?" Riri curls her top lip in annoyance because she's known to fall head over hills for a girl even if they're just casually hooking up "I ain't pussy whipped she just cute and she got this smile it ain't got noting to do with the sex" both your roommate and you make eyes at each other before you both yell simultaneously "pussy whipped" Riri rolls her eyes and groans. "Both of y'all nasty real shit it ain't got nothing to do with what's in her pants-" Riri looks at you and smiles "oh so what you in love now Ri?" "Love is something you see all the time. One can fall in love in an instant and one can be disgusted the next day. It's just a feeling so no I don't love her. I like her a lot is all maybe a little more than just something casual. Plus afterwards we both baby each other take long baths and cuddle you know cute shit..." Both you and Riri get quiet before her roommate bursts out laughing "nah sis you pussy whipped."

"ohmyfuckinggodgetout!" Riri pushes her out of their shared room leaving you a giggling mess on her bed. "Awn you like me?" "You can easily get put out too" you continue to laugh "oh c'mon it's cute."

[ctrleuphoria]

Something I’ve been working on 🤭

@inmyheadimobsessed @quintessencewrites @verachii @shurisbathwater

[liyawritesss]

riri x reader going to a game or playing video games together late at night

ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʀᴇʟᴀx ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ

Characters: MCU!Riri Williams x Black!Fem!Reader

Type: Drabble

Synopsis: Finals are here and you've been studying non-stop for the past few weeks. Riri gets you to unwind in the only way you can’t refuse.

Warnings: cursing, riri gets a bit upset cuz you're not taking care of yourself, one mention of the word 'depression'

A/N: a mix of a drabble + textfic style that I thought would fit for this request. It's also been a minute since I actually wrote for riri but I have engaged in a lot of the his floating around for her. Particularly the stud!riri ones....if you squint you'll def see the inspiration lmaoo.

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Ten forty-seven.

That was the time on your phone, printed in white against the background of your lock screen. You had been studying for four hours, since the second you got back to your dorm after your last class ended for the day. There had barely been a moment’s rest for you, and after the realization hit that you had been sitting in your seat for four fucking hours rereading the same study guide and notes over and over, you became increasingly aware of the sting your eyes and the soreness of your butt in your desk chair.

Finals were around the corner, and quite frankly, you couldn’t afford to not study. This semester had been exceptionally hard course wise, with the materials for many of your classes being dense and intense. The professors as well were not the kindest, and would make it all too easy for a student to slip up and fail, and you refused to be one of those students.

Your phone buzzes against the wood of your desk, and against your better judgment, you choose to pick it up and see the notifications you have. As you suspect, ignoring your phone and all other electronics for four hours straight garnered you a lot of notifications from the various apps you used on a day to day basis for entertainment and communication. And the first to sit at the top of your notifications column was from none other than your precious girlfriend herself.

riri baby ❣️

babe

babe

baaaaaabbbeeee

let me know you’re alive goddamn

Imyyyyy

like a lot

you know you wouldn’t be stressing like this is you just let me help you study

you know im a good teacher :D

pls answer your goddamn phone

you act like i wont spam your shit you know i’m crazy like that

…..now if i send you sumn imma be in the wrong

you

jesus christ ri

riri baby ❣️

wooooooowwww so you respond to the threat of me sending you nudes but not me being lovey dovey n shit

i see how it is

you

you know what they say

a tit pic a day keeps the depression at bay

riri baby ❣️

I wish my phone wasn’t fucked up so i could send that raven simone gif of her saying ‘ya nasty’

cuz that’s what you are

n a s t y

you

you offered??????

riri baby ❣️

pls tell me you’re not still studying

you been doin that shit since last week 

did you even eat anything when you got back to our room

you

I can neither confirm nor deny either of those questions

riri baby ❣️

omfg

ikyfl

Really (Y/N)?

you

that's not my name :(

you make it sound like i’m in trouble or sumn

riri baby ❣️

cuz you are????

bae its finna be eleven at night and you aint eat or take a break since you got back

you

ik ik ik

i tried to take one i really did

but i was just starting to understand some stuff and I didn't want my stupid brain to forget it just as i was already beginning to relearn it

and I still have so much to go….

riri baby ❣️

put you sumn on

im finna come pick you up and we finna go get sumn to eat

then i’mma spend the night with you and make sure you chill tf out on that studying shit bc you gon fuck around and make yourself sick from all that stress

aight?

you

okay…..

can we get

idk

tacos?

riri baby ❣️

yes we can get tacos pretty girl

And baby?

you

Yes?

riri baby ❣️

i love you

you’re doing great

you 

thank you….n I love you too

can we also play the game when we come back?

riri baby ❣️

yes baby we can play the game

im suppose to be teaching you how to play 2K anyway

i’m downstairs mama

hurry up campus security be out here actin shady n shit

You were thankful that Riri had texted you in the end. You probably would be past out in your desk chair right now if you chose to ignore your phone again, but knowing Riri, she wouldn't have let that happen anyway. The trip to your favorite taco spot wasn’t long, and the cashier there who had memorized your orders made the process swift and painless. 

Returning to your dorm room, Riri wasted no time in shoving your study materials into the drawer of your desk to be forgotten about until tomorrow. You just sat on your bed, as you watched her move about your room with precision, cleaning up your discarded shoes, jacket and backpack, and turning on your gaming console, slipping the 2K23 disc into the game disc slot and loading up the application.

“C’mere,” Riri mutters as she takes you by your hand and pulls you onto her lap after you’ve finished eating. The warmth from her hoodie warms your body that's littered in goosebumps, and she all but ages you against her by wrapping her arm around her waist to connect with the other handle of the controller. You find yourself paying much more attention to her tutorial of the game than any of the course material from any of your classes, her soft voice coaxing relaxation into your mind. And of course, as the ever so appreciative girlfriend you are to her, you make sure to feed her as well while she’s teaching you. 

You’d save study for tomorrow. For right now, you were content with your girlfriend holding you close while she played her game, and you watched attentively, delivering her a victory kiss for every match she wins.

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[nut4shuri]

Shuri x reader with reader wearing lingerie to see if shuri will finally look up from labwork

LOOK UP(18+)

_________________

~

Snapping the last clip on the pieces of satin black lingerie i took my long wool coat and tied it around it securely.

Pairing it with black pumps i then fluffed out my curly hair,moisturizing it and fixing it the way shuri would like.

I've tried everything this week to get her attention,to just have a moment more with her,but she was always in the lab working away. Typing at her kepyboard and calculator like a robot and i hated it.

"You sure this is gonna work" i whispered into my keymoye beads as riri's voice sounded out through them.

"I mean it worked for my girl." She spoke out with a snicker.

"only bast knows the things that went on in that bedroom that night."

I groaned and rolled my eyes.

"Nasty ass."

"But really,just make sure to keep your head up straight,and when she'd least expect it. Whip em out"

"Whip what out?"

"Them Ta-Ta's girl"

I let out a loud laugh through my room walking towards the tall mirror that laid infront if me and shuris bed eyeing myself.

Placing my hand in my pockets i walsed out of the room.

As soon as i did i felt a cool breeze flow underneath the coat,naking my nipples stiffen up.

"god i apologize for what im about to do." I whispered silently hearing rirs loud laughs on the other end.

As i neared the hall way to shuirs lab i whispered a silent prayer watching as the two guards eyed me like a piece of meat.

"Gotta go" i whispered into my beads before ending the call using my earings.

They nodded their head before pressing something against their beads and the door clashed open with a loud tick.

My heels clicked firmly against the cold metal floors, i haistly walsed towards suri and she stood in an suit,all black with gold studs and a gold chain to match, her curls draped over her face as she studied her art not even noticing my presence.

Griot then sounded out into the room.

"Queen Ms.Y/N has just-"

"I know" she spoke annoyed.

She turned to me with a sly grin.

"Hey ma"

I walked over to her smiling.

"Hey-" i said and hugged her.

She pushed her lips against my fingers and picked me up placing me on the table.

"You know i have to work baby. You can't be in hear"

"I know i just wanted your-"

"Attention." She finished i looked up at her as she eyed the coat wrapped around my body tight.

My boobs popped out of the top and it wrapped around my figure nicely,and when i moved my nipples brushed against the wool.

The room then became suddenly hot as shuri laid soft kisses on my neck.

"Im sorry baby" she whispered in my ear as she rubbed her hands against my thighs,moving up teasingly.

"I know i haven't been giving you enough attention lately doll. But I've been so busy but that's not an excuse i shoulda made time for you. Your my everything" she said as her hands moved closer and closer to my pussy.

I smiled lightly at her and wrapping my arms around her neck.

"Your my everything to."

"Baby.."

"Huh"

"You naughty girl.."she said and smirked at me as her cold fingers brushed against my clit.

I jumped and whimpered lightly.

"H-how-"

"Camera's." She said and smiled and rubbed me lightly.

Taking her mouth she skillfully untied the coat and pushed me back on the table.

Her finger's slipped inside of me as i pulled up against her tounge.

She slipped her fingers in and out of me making me moan lowly and grip her hair,thrusting my pussy against her face.

I could feel her smile against me as she began to speed up pumping in and out quickly.

"you wanted my attention now you got it."

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Jay🤎-short but i hope you don't mind i changed it up a bit💓

[quintessencewrites]

Yes, Daddy

stud!ShuRiri x black!fem!reader

“I’m daddy,” Shuri growls and you sink into her body, melting at her vernacular. “Understand, baby?”

You make the mistake of nodding first, catching yourself quickly. “Yes,” you correct. 

“Yes, what?”

“Y-yes, daddy.”

Warnings: 18+!!!!! SMUT HEAVY, dom!Shuri, brat!tamer!Shuri, brat!tamer!Riri, switch!Riri, sub!reader, brat!Riri, brat!reader, multiple orgasms, fingering, tribbing, oral sex, squirting, EXPLICIT language, semi-public sex, car sex, edging, HEAVY praise kink, drinking, slight degradation, drunk!Riri, drunk!Shuri, drunk!reader, twerking, stud!Shuri, stud!Riri, fem!reader, possibly some that I missed...

Word Count: 6.3k+

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A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, my loves!!! Loosely based on Riri's Love Letter. I got a little carried away, so she's kinda long, but yall, she is filthy. Enjoy <3

“It’s no way I just let you drag my ass to this party. And on Valentine’s day too? I don’t wanna be around all these damn couples.”

The space was overcrowded, bodies gyrating everywhere. Too many people in a too-small room.

“I did. If I need space away from my lab, your little ass surely needs to get out of your garage.”

Riri’s tiny frame was fuming. If she could have rolled her eyes any harder at Shuri, the pretty brown orbs would have rolled right out of her head. 

“Whatever, man. If you need me, I’ll be in that corner over there.” She pointed to the only empty spot in the building, right next to the trash cans. Riri barely made it two steps away before Shuri grabbed her back by the hood of her jacket.

“Nigga, what?” Ri’s small body jerked hard at Shuri’s swift movements. The Panther’s brow cocked at the irate girl’s words.

 “I spent hours getting you to look decent enough to roll with me. You not bout to hide my hard work in the corner. Go get us some drinks.” Shuri’s dominant tone left no room for defiance, despite Riri’s attitude at the moment. 

She parted from the Wakandan with another eye roll as Shuri swaggered her way through the entanglement of people. 

“Gonna send me for drinks like I’m her damn bottle girl. I know she got actual servants for shit like this,” Riri’s words were mumbled and grumbled, the heavy bottles of liquor unfamiliar in her sober hands. “Why the hell we drinking anyway? We could’ve just rolled up in the car.”

“Hey, Riri,” a candy-coated voice greeted. “Wassup?” Riri never tore her eyes away from the cups, silently cursing them for filling so slowly. 

The stranger wasn’t deterred. “You look good tonight. You got a Valentine?” Cue the third eye roll of the night. Ri didn’t bother responding this time. From her peripheral, she saw the unknown girl step closer, way too close for Riri’s comfort. 

Whoever she was, the bitch was bold. She took Riri’s chain in her index finger, tugging a bit. “This chain look good. I bet it look just as good hanging over me when-”

Riri was beyond irritated now. She stepped in, closing the gap between her and the girl she vaguely recognized from her chemistry class. Vanessa? Victoria? Whatever, she knew it started with a V. 

Her voice dropped several octaves, eliminating any risk for her threats to be heard over the booming music. “Get your hands off me. Now.”

A challenge? Or was V-whatever too drunk to hear the venom behind Riri’s words? “I like a bitch that can take control, daddy. Come on, Cupid ain’t shoot you yet?”

Fourth eye roll in twenty minutes, followed by an almost audible gag. Rather than wasting her breath responding, Riri roughly released the vixen’s grip from her chain and walked off in search of Shuri. 

Her tall frame wasn’t hard to spot. Where else would Shuri be but center stage amongst drunken dancers? “Where the drinks at?”

Shit. Riri’s mind wandered to the forgotten cups. Won’t no way she was going back alone. “C’mon,” she grabbed Shuri’s wrist, dragging her into the mostly empty kitchen. Horny V was nowhere to be seen, Thank Bast. 

“This didn’t need to be a two-person job,” Shuri stated, reaching for fresh cups. 

“It did when I couldn’t pour in peace. Bitch came in here so cocky, so close, I thought she was gon fuck me right here on the island.”

Shuri snickered an amused sound. “So when I try to fuck you in public, it’s an issue-

Riri was not amused, neither by her friend’s tone or accusations. “Shut the fuck up, man. She called me daddy.”

“So?”

“So? Nigga, do I look like the ‘daddy’ type to you? That’s your shit. I’m ma, mamas, hell, I’ll even take mami, spelled with an I to be exact.”

This time, the eye roll wasn’t from Riri. “Tell me you have mommy issues without telling me you have mommy issues.”

“Yeah, ight, daddy issues.”

Shuri’s eyes narrowed, but she ignored the slick remark. “Here,” she threw a half-full cup into Riri’s empty hands. “You working my nerves. Get this shit in your system and loosen the fuck up.”

The sound of Riri sucking her teeth was louder than intended. “Loosen up, I’ll loosen you the fuck up.” The remark was childish, but it was better than letting Shuri have the last word. 

“Ight, ma,” Shuri tapped Ri’s chin. “Open up.”

Riri obeyed, no longer in the mood to argue. Her head tilted and her lips parted, allowing Shuri to pour the contents of the cup down her throat. 

The liquid felt like fire against Riri’s esophagus. The need to cough, to gag, to breathe became hard to ignore. “Swallow. You almost done.” Shuri commanded. 

The pouring finally ceased and Riri gasped, lungs begging to be filled with air. Coughing made her throat burn all over again. 

“You took that like a bitch.” Shuri was already refilling the red solo.

“Fuck you,” Riri spat, another childish comeback.

The Wakandan royal just slid the cup toward Ri and sauntered back into the crowd, drink in one hand, the other swaying to the beat.

It was clear they wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. “It’s no way Imma be able to enjoy this shit without something in my system,” Riri was getting into the habit of talking to herself tonight. “Bottoms up.” The girl quoted Trey Songs before knocking back the contents of the cup.

There was a noticeable buzz building at this point, but it wasn’t enough. Riri filled the cup again, downing it much easier than the previous times. 

She was halfway through her fourth cup when she started to sway. There it was. That’s what she wanted to feel. 

Where was Shuri? Ri was suddenly in the mood to dance. She abandoned her cup on the counter and willed her feet to move. Her steps were surprisingly steady as she entered the main room, where bodies swam on top of one another. 

Shuri’s curls waved on top of the crowd, and Riri used them as her guide. The tall girl was preoccupied, in the middle of an intense dance battle that Ri wanted no part in. 

 Riri found solace in a less crowded part of the makeshift dancefloor and allowed her body to bob to the beat. Her right hand hung at the crotch of her sweats while her left hand conducted an imaginary orchestra. The shiny gold chain that hung around her neck swung in her movements and the ends of her long cornrows hit the back of her thighs each time she swayed. 

Ri’s entire focus was on the music, on the way her lonely body rocked. The alcohol in her system was doing just what Shuri had wanted. Riri was loosening up, even beginning to enjoy herself.

Eyes closed, heart thumping to the bass, Riri’s anger, irritation, her stress, all washed away. Her vision was still dark when she felt a body heat that wasn’t hers. A sweet perfume filled her nostrils and a pressure presented itself at her crotch. Ri opened her eyes and looked down, vision blessed to see ass pressed against her, grinding slowly. 

She didn’t know who the ass belonged to, but shit was being thrown, and Riri be damned if she didn’t catch it. 

When the song’s tempo changed, so did your movements. You didn’t know the stranger you were twerking against. She looked good from across the room and she was mouth-watering up close. Your actions were liquor-induced and the way you threw shit at Riri had her thinking you did this on the regular. 

A slower song rang through the speakers and Riri was speechless. You practically had her drunken mind drooling. She was enticed, by your aroma, your body, and the way you maneuvered it. Her hand snaked around your waist and pulled you flush against her. 

She knew the next words out of her mouth would be stupid. “Do you have a name, or can I call you mine?” Her heart swelled with pride when your laughter rang out. It chimed in her ears, the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard. 

Your body shifted beneath her hold as you swung to face the corny-ass girl. Riri’s mouth fell, and her gasp became the loudest thing in the room. You’d taken her breath away. Her eyes never left your face, studying your features as if she would be quizzed on them. She loved what she saw. She loved it all. Your eyes were striking and intense, gazing at her with a look that made her want to take you right then and right there. Your bottom lip was rolled back into your mouth, between your teeth in such a seductive way. She wished so deeply that it was her biting those lips instead. 

Riri stood there, hands never leaving your hips. Her mouth gaped and she struggled to find the words, any words, to say. Your beautiful eyes rolled at her overused pick-up line. “I have a name-”

She found her words at that moment and interrupted yours. “I don’t care. I’d rather call you mine.” Her grip on you tightened and your bit lip suppressed your accidental moans. 

“‘Mine’ isn’t what my mama named me.” The bark behind your words was just that. All bark, no bite. Unless it was her. She could bite you where ever she wanted.

Ri’s head tilted to the right and her playful eyes challenged you. The heart beating in your chest stopped, but only for a moment. You knew nothing about this girl, but God, the things she was already doing to you. “What did your mama name you then?”

“Y/n,” it came out whispered. Any louder would’ve revealed the moans you were trying so hard to conceal. 

Riri’s brows furrowed but her smile widened. “Pretty name for such a pretty girl.”

“You think I’m a pretty girl, then?”

Her head shook slowly and her eyes traveled your body even slower. “Nah, pretty don’t do it justice. I’d have to invent a new word to describe your beauty.”

Another laugh released from you. She was laying it on thick. Matching her energy would mean stepping out of your comfort zone but that had vanished two drinks ago. “What’s your name?”

“You can call me Ma. Mamas or Mami if you feeling me.”

Mhm, hummed from behind your pretty lips. “What your mama name you?”

Her laughter was deep and it vibrated through you. Your thighs involuntarily squeezed together as you willed your cunt to calm itself. “My mama named me Riri.”

“Riri,” you purred. It was befitting. She bore her name like a badge of honor. Her name rolling off your tongue caused an obvious pain to flash her features. “It sound so good when you say it”

Her words… If you bit your lip any harder, it would bleed. Your self-control was crumbling. 

Riri leaned in, fingers digging into your hips like she was trying to ground herself. Her lips were close, brushing against your ear. “I could fucking devour your fine ass right now, y/n.”

Oh, that was it. That’s all it took. 

The look you gave her said ‘fuck me’ and your words weren’t too far behind. “Devour it, then, ma.”

She smirked and you felt your legs weaken under her hold. Her cornrows bounced when she nodded her head, beckoning you away from the music and through the crowd. 

Where was Shuri? Riri scanned the bodies, searching for those signature curls. She was never hard to spot, and with your hand in hers, Riri led you to the tall girl. 

“Shuri, gimme the keys.”

The Princess had reached a point beyond drunk. She danced amongst people she didn’t know, preoccupied with ass coming at her from every direction.

The small girl’s irritation was growing again. She tapped Shuri on the shoulder, hard. “Nigga, give me the keys.”

If looks could kill, Riri would be six feet under, and then some. Shuri begrudgingly parted from the plump behind pushing up on her. “What I tell you bout calling me that shit? You not getting my damn keys.”

Riri could handle Shuri’s dominance in any other scenario, but not this one. She wasn’t about to take this shit, especially not in front of you. 

“Shuri.” It came out like a hiss, in such a tone that Shuri could not disregard. “Give me the fucking keys.”

“For what, Ri-? Oh?” Shuri was facing Riri, now in full view of you. “Oh, shit.” A sly smirk parted her lips, revealing a row of gold grills that glimmered at you. Your stomach somersaulted. No way this already gorgeous girl had a just as gorgeous friend. 

“You gon share?” Shuri asked, her eyes raking across your body, tracing your curves with her gaze.

“I can’t share shit if you don’t give me the keys.”

“So that’s a yes then?” Shuri never takes her eyes off of you, tossing the keys to an anxious Riri.

As soon as they touch her hand, Ri spins on her heels towards the door, dragging you along with her. 

“I thought you was gonna share!” You can hear Shuri’s cries above the thumping bass and Riri just throws her middle finger up in response. 

She walks you to a blacked-out SUV that chirps when she unlocks the doors. 

Riri opens the back door, gesturing for you to get in. “Such a gentleman,” you tease.

“Only for you,” is her quick response. 

The heavy door barely swings shut behind her before you’ve got your lips on hers. Shock is her initial reaction, but it’s quickly washed away. She kisses you back gently as if afraid she would break you.

Nah, fuck all that soft shit. You swing your leg over her lap to straddle her, your dress riding up around your hips. Underneath is a thin string that barely qualifies as a thong. Riri hardly has to utilize any strength to rip it apart, exposing your wetness to the cold February air. 

Her self-control melts at the sight of you on top of her. Your pussy exposed, dripping, begging to be caressed. Your perfect breasts sat in her face, grazing her chin. Riri rested her hands on your ass, overwhelmed by which part of you to devour first. 

Your hand cups her face, pulling the pretty features up to yours before your lips take control again. Your tongues intertwined, hers feeling so soft, so warm against yours. Riri tilts her head, deepening the kiss and forgetting the need for air. 

When you two pull away, a thin string of saliva keeps your lips connected. “Damn,” you gasp, chest heaving. 

Riri’s eyes are back on your bosom, bouncing in her face with each breath you take. She can’t take it anymore. Within seconds, she has the top of your dress pulled down, gathering the garment around your midsection. Your breasts are standing front and center, your nipples aligned with Riri’s mouth.

She glances up at you, awaiting your permission. “Go ahead,” you whisper, yet Ri doesn’t budge. “Take me, mamas.”

“Mamas?” She asks, pulling your pierced nipples to brush her lips. They harden in response and you gasp, wanting so badly for Riri to just devour you as promised. “So you feeling me?”

“Ask me again in twenty minutes.”

Her deep laughter rings out again. “Twenty minutes? You think Imma be done with all this in twenty minutes? Nah, you better strap in, baby girl.”

Riri gives you no time to respond, finally taking your nipple in her mouth and biting down, hard. “Ahh,” you hiss out, pain mixing with pleasure. She’s quick to lick the same spot, washing away the sting it gave you. “Ooh, Ri.” 

“I really like the way you say my shit. Say it again,”

You were never one to just obey like that. She was going to have to work for it. 

Your lips stayed sealed and Riri’s expression dropped when she realized you weren’t gonna give in. “You not gon say my name, baby?”

Boldness ran through your veins (it was probably just the liquor). You fell from her lap, dropping onto the long bench seat underneath you. You wiggled the dress down past your hips, exposing your now fully naked body to the girl staring in awe above you. “Make me.”

Her golden chain glimmered in the passing headlights, swinging over you. Riri loved a good challenge and she was going to have fun taming that brat in you. 

Ri grazes her hand down your slit, barely touching you, though her hand comes back soaked. “Damn, I got you like that?”

You groan at her touch, craving more than she was giving you. “Yeah, yeah, you got me like that.”

“You must want me then?” Her thumb is circling your swollen clit, drawing your back into an arch. Riri’s free hand slides underneath you, snaking the length of her arm around your waist, gripping you hard, and pulling you close. 

“Y-yeah, I want you. I want you,” your cries were pathetic.

“You must not want me too bad, you can’t say my name.”

Ugh, her damn pettiness. It was no match for your stubbornness, though. You refused, saying once again, “Make me.”

“Oh, Imma put that ‘make me’ shit to rest.” Riri removed her hand from your bud. 

“Are yo-ooh my God-” your smart-ass remark was silenced, Riri slipping two fingers straight into your wetness. They curved into you with ease, like they were meant to be there. 

The way they pumped in and out of you was sinful. You splashed around her, clenching under her touch. “You nasty girl. Pulling me in like that.”

If she didn’t stop talking, you’d come undone right then and there. “Ahh,” you moaned out, chest heaving, bosom bouncing. 

Your arms flail, wrapping around her neck and pulling her down, connecting your lips once again. This kiss is deep, more passionate. Riri sinks into your touch, slipping a third finger into you with ease. 

The sudden rush of pleasure electrocutes you and you pull away from the girl with a  cry. “Oh, Shit, Riri!” 

A dry chuckle escapes her. “See, baby, how hard was that?”

The car door opens and shuts again, pulling Riri’s attention away from you. “What do you want?” she asks, though her fingers never let up. You should be concerned by the third presence, but the building of your orgasm is otherwise distracting. 

“You in my car, fuck you mean what I want?” Shuri responds, climbing into the large vehicle. 

Her accent sends a shiver down your spine, one that doesn’t go unnoticed by either girl. Ri adjusts her hand, those skilled fingers now reaching deeper than before. You can feel her and Shuri’s eyes on you as your juices splash back each time Riri thrusts. 

The band in your stomach is tightening, threatening to snap. Your hands feel hollow, needing something to grab hold of as you come undone. Without thinking, they retreat to your breasts, your index finger taking place on your swollen nipples, pulling hard on them. 

Riri’s demeanor is full of lust. This was just foreplay to her; she couldn’t wait to have you cum over and over again throughout the night. Shuri’s mouth watered at Riri’s hand buried deep in your pussy, biting her lip at how well you took them. 

“Demethi (Damn),” Shuri’s gasped at the sight before her. Damn, her native tongue was sexy. Riri tried to shake off the effect it had on her, not wanting to lose focus of your impending orgasm. “Umenze cum, usana (Make her cum, baby).” It rolled off Shuri’s tongue with force, and whatever she said got Riri’s fingers twisting and thrusting in you at an inhumane speed.

“Shit, Ri, I’m cumming!” is what you were trying to say. The words came out slurred; your original intoxication amplified by the girl in front of you.

Riri just hummed a response, eyes fixated on the mess between your legs. Everything was wet; Shuri’s seats were for sure soaked. 

The taller girl of the two chuckled as you squirted all over her luxury vehicle. The smaller one’s fingers never stopped, splashing your wetness everywhere with her tongue out, mouth wide open. 

She didn’t pull away until your writhing stopped and your squirting subsided. Ri plopped onto the seat, reaching over to pull your limp body into her lap so that your legs wrapped around her waist. 

You should have felt shy, maybe even ashamed, to have made the mess you did in Shuri’s car in front of her, but you didn’t. And she clearly didn’t feel bothered by it. 

Shuri climbed into the spot you were previously in, adjacent to you and Riri, your back facing her as you buried your head into Riri’s neck. She rubbed small circles into your back. “You can take a second to catch your breath, but I’m not done with you yet.” 

She turned to Shuri, an entirely different tone dripping from her words. “Nigga, what do you want? I’m busy.”

Shuri ignored the slur that came from Riri’s mouth with such ease. She leans forward, reaching for your resting frame but stopping short right before she makes contact with you. “Sithandwa sam (My love), is it okay if I touch you?” she asks gently.

You nod slowly, without lifting your head. She didn’t have to ask, but the fact that she did meant something to you. 

“Use your words, usana. We do verbal consent around here.”

Wow, that meant so much more. “Y-yes. You can touch me. It’s okay.”

Her “Good girl” was dismissive but pleased. Within seconds, you were pulled away from Riri’s warm body and seated between Shuri’s legs, your back pressed to her clothed chest, your legs propped open by either of the Panther’s hands, exposing your still-sensitive wetness to the girl who caused it.

“You let her call you by your name, Ri?”

Call her by her name. What was she talking about?

Riri must’ve known because her jaw hardened, eyes set with annoyance. 

Shuri brought her hand up to cup your chin, caressing it gently. “What’s your name, entle (beautiful)?”

She switched languages with ease and it sent your heart flying and your pussy throbbing. “Y/n,” you stated, leaning your head back to look into the gorgeous girl’s eyes. 

Her smile down at you was oh-so-sexy. Shuri removed her hand from your face and dragged it down your body, stopping just inside your thigh. 

“Where can I touch you, y/n?”

“Where ever you’d like, Shuri.”

Darkness flashes behind her gaze. Her hand leaves your thigh, brushing gently over your clit, causing you to jump. “Can I touch you here, y/n? Can I touch your clit?”

Her fingers continue to brush over the bud, never applying pressure and touching so slowly, it's torture. “Y-yes.”

Shuri’s brows raise. She’s expecting more. “Yes, Shuri. You can touch my clit.”

“Good girl.”

She massages the little button, picking up speed until you’re a moaning mess squirming in her lap.

“Y/n,”

“Ahhh,” is the only response you give so Shuri tries again, easing up on her movements enough to leave you coherent. 

“Y/n, answer me when I’m talking to you, baby.”

Damn, these two were fucking filthy. It’s like they wanted you to cum off their words alone. 

“Y-yes, Shuri?”

“Yeah, baby, let’s fix that.” She grips your chin with her free hand. The hand playing with your pussy regains its original speed, causing you to jump and try to writhe away. “Uh-uh. Sit still. Take it like you was before. Look at me,” Shuri commands. 

It only takes her telling you once. When your eyes reach hers, they seem so gentle, so kind, a stark contrast to how she was treating your cunt at the moment. 

“Forget my name. Act like you never knew that shit.”

Your brows furrow in confusion, but any attempts at speech turn up empty. She leans close to you, and you notice the grills on her bottom row again, as well as two on her upper, only on her canines. 

Oh, this bitch better bite you at some fucking point tonight.

“I’m daddy,” Shuri growls and you sink into her body, melting at her vernacular. “Understand, baby?”

You make the mistake of nodding first, catching yourself quickly. “Yes,” you correct. 

“Yes, what?”

“Y-yes, daddy.”

“Good girl,” Shuri drawls, slipping one long, slender finger into your center. 

“Shittt.” Your eyes begin to roll at the pleasure until Shuri administers a light tap on your cheek.

“Uh-uh, usana. Not done yet. Open them pretty eyes for me. Riri, come here.”

Ri is still seated across from you, eyes glued to your pussy collecting juices, wanting nothing more than to taste them. She doesn’t move when Shuri calls.

“Riri, apha, ngoku (Riri, here, now).” This command comes out sharper and Riri does as she’s told, but not without a grumble or two. 

She slides closer to you, hands caressing your thighs as Shuri pumps into you with no mercy. 

“Y/n, look at Ri.” 

When you do, Shuri adds another finger as your reward. Riri almost cums from the sight of you alone, body soaked with sweat and cum and they were just getting started with you. 

“You don’t know her name no more either. It’s ma. She’ll also accept mamas or mami, spelled with an I to be exact.”

Riri smirks at Shuri’s callback to their earlier conversation. She leans her face closer to yours, gaze flashing from your lips to your eyes and back. 

“Understood?” Ri’s deeper voice husks.

“Yes, mamas,” you whisper, praying that Riri will kiss you and kiss you hard. 

The ‘good girl’ comes in unison this time and Ri sits back, much to your dismay.  She watches you for another moment before stripping, pulling the black hoodie over her head, followed by her sports bra, but leaving the chain. 

She gets up to remove her sweatpants as you and Shuri watch. “Shoulda took all that shit off before you made her cum the first time. Those shits were expensive.”

Riri’s wet core is exposed by the time she opens her mouth to respond to the Princess. “Man shut the hell up.”

The two of them talk amongst each other as though you aren’t a babbling mess, growing close to your second orgasm.

Shuri’s smirk reappears, “Yeah, it's that pretty mouth right there we fixing next, aren’t we, y/n?”

You can’t respond, your orgasm is on the brink. Your gasps and moans are closer together, more high-pitched, and both girls grow wetter at your lewd sounds. 

Riri drops to her stomach, face to face with your wet pussy, glistening in your juices. She looks to Shuri with a question burning behind her eyes. Shuri picks up on it and nods, turning to face you, quickening her already furious speed. “Can Riri taste you, baby?”

The thought of Riri’s tongue on your most sensitive area made you jump. “Y-yes, God, yes, ma, taste me, eat me, fucking lap me up.”

Did that string of dirty words just come from your mouth? It did indeed, and Riri’s mouth was on you immediately after. Shuri pulled her fingers away and Ri’s tongue replaced it, stiffening and entering you, licking every inch of your cunt. 

The sounds she made were so unholy, slurping like it was her last meal. She stayed away from your clit, not wanting you to cum yet, though her nose continued to brush it lightly. “Damn, Ri, look at you go,” Shuri whispered, her fingers now focused on twisting and gently tugging at the piercings in your nipples.

Look at her go. She was a fucking munch, flattening her tongue to lick as much of you as she could. You whined and whimpered under her, gyrating your hips, attempting to grind your clit against the girl.

She picked up on your movements and gave in, encapsulating your clit in her lips and sucking lightly. The moment her tongue flicked your bean, you came undone, squirting without warning. Your juices coated Riri’s face, but there she stayed, mouth wide open, drinking you in. She stayed that way until you finished, coming up with a dripping face. Ri coughed slightly, trying to catch her breath after drowning beneath you. 

Shuri suppressed a giggle. “I told you, you take that shit like a bitch.”

“I’m getting real fucking sick of you-” Riri doesn’t even get to finish her sentence. Shuri slips from behind you and makes her way to Ri, pushing the girl down so she's laying in your wetness. 

“Oh, are you? Ight, let’s fix that. Y/n, usana, come here, please,”

The way she speaks to you and the way she speaks to Riri is entirely different. It takes a lot to will your body to move, but you do, not wanting to disobey Shuri. 

“You got one more nut in you, baby girl?” 

Now it’s your turn to smirk, the urge to please the Princess at the front of your mind. “Only one?”

Shuri beams at your words. “Good fucking girl, baby. Can you do something for me then?”

You nod and Shuri’s brow raises. Right, verbal consent. “Yes, daddy.”

Another good girl is your reward. You’re starting to like the praise. “Sit on Ri’s face for me, baby.”

Oh, she didn’t have to tell you twice. That tongue was heaven and while she talked a big game, you couldn’t wait to see her come undone. “Yes, daddy,” you mew, crawling over to an awaiting Riri. She says nothing to you as you take place, hovering your pussy right over her awaiting mouth. 

Riri’s hands grip your hips roughly and bring your cunt all the way down. “She said sit, not hover,” Ri mumbles, words muffled by your fat lips around hers.

“Yes, ma,” you moan as her tongue presses firmly to your clit. 

Your hands fly out to her torso, scratching and squeezing, attempting to steady yourself. In front of you, Shuri pulls Riri’s legs apart, taking her place between them. She brings her face close to yours, stopping just short of your lips. “Can I kiss you, baby?”

“No,” Riri’s muffled cry comes from underneath you. Shuri raises her hand, dropping it back to administer a gentle slap to Ri’s cunt. “Eat, Ri. Your mouth is your damn problem as is.”

“Y/n, baby girl, can I kiss you?” 

Your nods are furious, so quick they make you dizzy. “Y-yes. You c-can kiss me, d-daddy,” you stutter. Riri’s tongue beneath you is doing something heavenly to your clit.

Shuri smiles, happy at your obedience. It’s a breath of fresh air compared to Riri’s usual defiance. When her soft lips finally touch yours, you sink into the feel. 

“Oh, my God,” you moan against her mouth, eyes shut, overwhelmed by both girls’ mouths. The chill of Shuri’s grill sends a shiver down your spine and Riri’s hands creep to your thighs to hold you in place.

Shuri bites your bottom lip when she pulls away, her canines sinking into your flesh. The sudden pain brings forth a moan you didn’t know you were capable of producing. 

When your eyes flutter back open, they peer at Shuri, seated between Riri’s legs, fingers toying with her dripping lips. “You lucky I left the strap at home.”

Mhm, the girl moans underneath you, sending vibrations straight through your center. Without warning, Shuri pushes two fingers into Riri, bringing forth more moans from the girl, followed by your own. 

“Damn, my girls sound so good for me,” Shuri’s proud voice rings as she inserts a third finger into Ri. She’s so wet, it slips in with ease. 

As soon as both Shuri and Riri are adjusted, the thrusts begin, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the dark vehicle. Beneath you, Ri’s pretty, round tits bounce at Shuri’s force, giving you such a show, you’re afraid you’ll drown the poor girl. 

Shuri is fucking Ri with much more vigor than she fucked you with. When it came to you, her thrusts were calculated and gentle. Furious and deep, but still, very clearly skilled. Riri was receiving thrusts that were sloppy and hard, reaching further into her than Shuri had with you. And the way Riri took it was delicious. 

The part in her legs widened, giving Shuri better access. Her licks to you grew sloppy, allowing you to grind into her face to chase your high. 

“Ooh, big girl, Ri. Big fucking girl. Squeeze on my fingers, just like that,” Shuri cooed praises that had you coming close, despite them not being directed at you. 

She hadn’t forgotten you, though. Shuri watched your grip on Ri tighten, your moans climbed octaves. You sounded angelic. “Y/n, my pretty girl. You’re doing so well, sithandwa sam.”

“A-ah,” your mouth fell open, ecstasy swelling within you. 

“Don’t cum yet, okay baby? Hold it for me.”

Hold it? It was right there; you were so close to release. “D-daddy, I can’t.”

“You can. I know you can. Wait, just a minute or two.”

Hmmm, you whined, attempting to hold back the cum that was already leaking from your folds. 

Shuri adjusted her hold on Riri’s core, adding a fourth and final finger and thrusting hard. You felt Ri grow tense in your hold, stomach tightening. She was close and Shuri wanted the two of you to cum together. 

With each grind, you squirted just a little, struggling to hold back the floodgates any longer. “Sh-daddy,” you quickly correct yourself. “I’m gonna cum. I-I’m cumming.”

Riri barely got a word out before your juices overcame her. You came hard on Ri, screams possessing you as you did. 

Riri’s own liquids began to leak from her center around Shuri’s fingers. “You better fucking not,” Shuri threatened, not losing her speed in Ri’s cunt. 

Her whimpers beneath you were pitiful and she writhed as your orgasm finally subsided. Your exhausted body slumped over in the wet seats. Riri was right behind you, unable to hold it any longer. “Sh-Shuri-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, baby. Go ahead.”

With that, Riri’s little body convulsed, finally releasing everything she’d built up. She rode her big O out on Shuri’s fingers, body going limp when she finished. 

The Princess removed her hand from Ri’s swollen pussy, bringing them to her lips and plunging them into her mouth for a taste. Mm, she hummed. “You taste good, as always. You finally got that mouth in check?”

Riri could barely nod in response, letting out a breathy “Y-yeah.”

“Good. Gimme a kiss?”

“Y-yeah,” she said again, prompting Shuri to bring her lips to Riri’s and give her a slow, tender kiss. 

“You know you my forever Valentine, Ri. You did good. I know you done for the night, gon ahead and rest.”

Shuri turned, settling her eyes on you. “Y/n.”

“Y-yes, daddy?”

She crawled over and wrapped you in her arms. Pulling you into her lap, she planted gentle kisses across your face. 

“You came?”

“Y-yes, daddy…”

Mhm, she hummed. “I thought I told you to hold it.”

Shit, she had. You stay silent, awaiting her next move. She shifts slightly, placing you on the seat and throwing one leg over yours, aligning your clits. 

“Can you give me one more? Last one, baby, I promise.”

You were spent, your body exhausted, but you were sure you could. “Yes, daddy. I got one more in me.”

“Good girl, y/n. You’re such a good fucking girl for me. Go ahead, make a mess on me the same way you did on Ri, okay?”

She kisses her bud against yours, not allowing you anytime to answer. The motion of her hips is intoxicating. You throw your head back, grabbing at her leg to steady yourself. 

“Gah, damnnn.”

“Ooh, yeah. Talk to me, baby. Let me hear that pretty ass voice.”

How could you say no when she asked so sweetly? “Shit feels so fucking good, daddy.”

“What, baby? What feels good?”

She wanted you to be vulgar, and it would be a new territory for you to explore, but you were open and willing. “Y-your clit, daddy. Your clit on mine. It feels so fucking good. I’m so fucking sensitive.”

Mm, Shuri responded. “Are you gonna squirt on me, baby? Flood my shit?”

Most of the mess in her car was caused by you; there was no point in holding back. You wanted to make Shuri proud, to do what she asked. Your movements sped up, a buzzing running through your clit and sending shivers through the rest of you. It didn’t take long for you to come close, so, so close. 

Slick formed beneath the friction you and Shuri produced. “Ahh, y-you gonna cum, baby?” she asked, stutters forming at her own impending release. 

“I-I’m gonna cum, Yeah, daddy, I’m gonna cum.”

Shuri flicks your bejeweled bosom. “Yeah, go ahead, baby. Cum for me.”

Obedience is your repertoire when it comes to Shuri and you do as you’re told, liquid splashing between your still-humping forms. 

Shuri’s orgasm follows close behind, mixing your juices. Her teeth grit, giving you another look at those gold adornments in her mouth. 

You certainly don’t have any more left in you. Your body goes limp, sinking into Shuri’s lap, which she welcomes with open arms. 

“Hey, Ri,” she calls out. 

Hmm? Riri responds without looking up.

“I like this one,” Shuri’s fingers are running through your hair as you settle in, sleep threatening to overtake you.

Mhm, Ri hums. “Me too.”

“Thinking we better make her ours before somebody else snatch her up.”