âÛȘÛȘàœŽàœ»âĄ for you, iâll try
Pairing - shuri/black fem!reader
Word Count - 9k (listenâŠ)
Contains - smut (18+), dom!shuri, sub!reader, fingering, thigh riding, cunnilingus, strap on, kimoyo bead sex toy, degradation, choking, throat fucking, angst (reader is really going through it), minimal fluff (if you squint real damn hard), cheating, mean!shuri, fuckgirl!shuri, crybaby!reader (she cries like 90% of the story, but cut her some slack lolll)
Key Words - nkosazana (princess), sthandwa (baby)
Divider From - @firefly-graphics
Sneak Peak - You werenât even exactly sure how you got in this position; pinned to the wall, completely under Shuriâs dominion. Your intention was to visit Shuri and talk to her about the problems you were having with your girlfriend, Kiyahnna. But Shuri was starting to get aggravated, annoyed with the way you consistently ran back to Kiyahnna even though she treated you so poorly. She was sick of hearing you rant and complain about problems you were too afraid to run away from when all she wanted was to shut your pretty mouth up and put it to good use
Song Vibes - get even (dvsn)
Tags - @inmyheadimobsessed @abenomeiiii @amplifiedmoan @heejayy @shurismainbxtch @shuriszn @shurislover @naomis-daydream @prettymrswright @pinkwright @gardenof-venus @vys-intentions @tiii-iiiiii @vampzxi @zayswriting @chunkybabygorl
Writers Note: I was definitely heavily inspired by @inmyheadimobsessed and âLies About How I Hate Youâ, Lyric really ate that up and left all of us speechless!! Shout out to you boo. This is for the WHORES.
âÛȘÛȘàœŽàœ»âĄ The room around you fades into a blur, your breathless pants becoming more and more agonizing as you find yourself pinned to the wall beneath Shuriâs menacing demeanor. Her palm firmly placed around your throat had you squirming, your face melting into your pleasure as Shuri played with your pussy over the fabric of your yoga pants. Her fingers glided through your juicy slit, causing the thick spandex to graze your clit. A pitiful moan to escaped your throat and Shuri grinned in pride, her perfect teeth subtly piercing through her salivating lips.
You werenât even exactly sure how you got in this position; pinned to the wall, completely under Shuriâs dominion. Your intention was to visit Shuri and talk to her about the problems you were having with your girlfriend, Kiyahnna. But Shuri was starting to get aggravated, annoyed with the way you consistently ran back to Kiyahnna even though she treated you so poorly. She was sick of hearing you rant and complain about problems you were too afraid to run away from when all she wanted was to shut your pretty mouth up and put it to good use.
Your trailing thoughts were interrupted as Shuri playfully hoisted you up by your throat, leaving you on your tippy toes as the oxygen struggled to enter your confined lungs. Your moans became heavier as she pushed further into your clit, sending a wave of heat beating through the nerves that surround it.
âShuri,â you moaned, unable to withhold the feeling coursing from the pit of your stomach down to your soaking cunt. Shuri said nothing with her mouth but her eyes told the story. They were hungry, provoking, her eyebrows furrowing together as she slipped her hand underneath your yoga pants and panties. She did not strip you down, you were still fully clothed, but something about the feeling of Shuri toying with you while you were completely covered made you throb. She slid her fingers down your slit once more, and she cursed at the feeling of your bare flesh.
âFuck, y/n.â
âSh-Shuri.â
âYes princess, just like that. Say my name. I wanna hear it.â She took her middle and ring fingers and pushed them into your snug entrance. You were tight, and you clenched around her as she pushed further into you. You were still on your tippy toes, upheld by Shuriâs tattooed-choking hand. She pushed and pushed, your inner lining began to spasm as she rubbed against you. Your moans were so soft yet soiled with impurity as you looked directly into Shuriâs eyes.
âYouâre so fucking tight, y/n, damn. Are you always this tight?â
âShuri.â
You couldnât answer, her aggressive thrusts forbade you. Shuri loosened her grip around your throat, allowing your feet to fully come back to the ground. It wasnât too long before you realized she had completely stopped moving her fingers, and you were just riding her out as she watched and enjoyed the sight and sound of you. You slammed onto her a few more times, finally liberating your fluids all over Shuriâs hand and your brand new yoga pants.
âShuri, oh my god, oh my god, Shuri. Mmmm. Yeah.â
She removed her hand from your wet pussy, licking her hand clean and your hole tightened at the sight.
âYou taste good,â she beamed, leaning into you as she took your lips onto hers. âBet it tastes better if you spill directly in my mouth.â You gave into her kiss completely, wrapping your arms around her neck as she gripped your waist. Her hold was addicting, a whiff of nicotine you found yourself breathing in. But the feeling didnât last long. You remembered who you were, who she was, and you were forcefully brought back to your miserable reality. âShit,â you curse, immediately freeing yourself of Shuriâs grasp.
âWhatâs wrong?â she asked, her voice stained with an overwhelming flush of self-confidence.
âI shouldnât be here. I shouldnât have done that.â You became suffocated as you choked down your pathetic cries. Your stomach knotted in guilt as you remembered you had a girlfriend to go home too. A terrible, emotionally neglectful girlfriend, but still your girlfriend nonetheless.
âThen where should you be? Back home with that bitch whoâs cheating on you?â
âWe donât know that,â you snapped, gathering your things as you prepared to head back home.
âWe do. Youâre just annoyingly in denial.â
You paused, inhaling deeply as you continued to fight the tears that were itching to escape your tear ducts. Shuri was your friend, even though there was always an undeniable tension between the two of you that screamed at you everytime you saw her. You and Shuriâs friendship was always of the complicated sort. She would tease you, pick on you, and borderline bully you on a daily basis but there was an enchantment to her presence you couldnât ignore. She was charming, seductive, yet you refused to give into whatever emotions played tug-of-war with you and ruin both your relationship and your friendship. It didnât help that Shuri was who she was. She was notorious for being a âfuck-girlâ, claiming whoever she felt like, whenever she felt like it. She enjoyed messing around, and it was the complete opposite of what you were looking for. You wanted love and affection. Shuri wanted a good time and you refused to become one of her play-things.
âShuriâŠIâm gonna go home.â You approached the exit of her condo but got pulled back in as she quickly grabbed your wrist.
âLet me see you tomorrow?,â she hummed, her eyes high on sex.
You hesitated for a moment, getting lost in her depths as youâre sure a lot of girls did. And that thought alone is enough to pull you back out of her perpetual trance.
âGood night Shuri,â you reply, releasing yourself from her grasp as you make your way out.
Your drive back home was intentionally slow. The drive itself was all too familiar for you, driving from your house to Shuriâs and back again, you could probably do it with your eyes closed. But this time, you were coming back to your bed racked with guilt; guilt you know shouldnât even be there considering the shit Kiyahnna puts you through on a daily basis but you couldnât help but feel it.
âFuck y/n,â you whispered to yourself, hating the way you kept replaying Shuriâs touch over and over again in your mind. She was incredibly skillful and the thought of her made your stomach flutter.
âFuck.â
---
As you approach the driveway, you notice Kiyahnnaâs car isnât there, but this was no surprise to you. The argument you had before you ran to Shuriâs comfort was ugly, uglier than normal. You made your way inside, stepping foot into the empty house and you felt a sense of relief wash over you. The fact that she wasnât there almost absolved all feelings of guilt because you knew, deep down, Shuri was right. Your girlfriend was cheating on you. The tears you so strongly held back earlier came rushing down without fault. You cried silently as you got ready for bed, allowing yourself this moment of heartbreak in a space where neither Shuri or Kiyahnna could see you. Your bed was comfier than most nights and you werenât sure if it was because you were sleeping alone tonight or if it was because of Shuriâs message she sent you.
*Hey baby, can you come over tomorrow? We need to talk*
You let the text sit for a bit, not wanting to give Shuri the pride of seeing you text back immediately.
*I have work tomorrow Shuri, I canât do anything*
*After work?*
You canât help but let out a cheeky smile.
*Fine. Iâll be there at 6*
*Iâll see you*
*Goodnight Shuri*
*Goodnight*
---
You woke up to an empty bed, the catalyst to a painfully slow day. The hours dragged and you werenât certain if it made you miserable or thankful. Most likely a bit of both. Once you made it home, you were startled at the sight of Kiyahnna sitting on the couch, as if she was waiting for you to arrive. Your stomach dropped, a result of seeing how good she looked and remembering what she was doing behind your back. She walked over to you, bringing you in for a hug as if she forgot the messy argument you had not even 24 hours ago.
âHowâs my girl?,â she asks, the scent of her cologne taking over each and every one of your senses. You hadnât accused her of cheating directly to her face just yet, you wanted to be 100% sure before you ever did such a thing. You linger in her hold, granting yourself permission to feel her fabricated embrace.
âIâm okay,â you reply, your face seeping into her shoulder. âIâm leaving though. Iâll be back later.â
âWhat? Where the fuck are you going now?â Her voice was already starting to become aggressive, and you sighed in hurtful frustration.
âIâm just meeting with some friends for dinner, Iâll be back soon,â you lie.
âI haven't seen my girl for hours and sheâs already leaving me?â
âKi justâŠyou havenât seen me because you didnât come home last night after we had that big fight that youâre for some reason pretending didnât happen.â You spat your words out with attitude, leveling yourself to her playing field even though you both knew you would crack if she even slightly raised her voice at you.
âTf are you accusing me of, y/n?â And just like that, whatever feelings of content you felt even for a brief moment completely washed away.
âIâm not doing this right now Ki, Iâm leaving. Iâll be back later.â
She let go of you in irritation, slouching back into the couch. For a moment, you almost remembered what life was like when things between you two were ok, amazing actually. When you would help her maintain her locs you adore so much, when she would tickle you until you could no longer breathe, when you would sink into her grasp and the smell of her was enough to get you naked; but all of that was gone now. Nothing but a mere memory of something that will no longer be. You began to break as the memories pounded into you like a heavy weight, your tears no longer able to withhold themselves, and that was your signal to leave immediately.
âLove you babe,â she said before you stepped foot out the door. Her tone was simple, holding absolutely no meaning behind the words she tossed around like it was easy.
âLove you Ki.â Your tone was the same.
---
Before you step foot into Shuriâs condo, you fix your appearance in your rear view mirror, reapplying your gloss and making sure your false lashes havenât grown damp after your crying. You pat down your face with powder, absorbing any evidence that youâre a crybaby so Shuri wouldnât have anything to tease you about. Once you feel presentable enough, you make your way up, hesitating to knock on her door after last night's encounter but you proceed anyway. Shuri opens the door and you get lost in her for a split moment before her harsh tone pulls you back out.
âYou gonna come in or what?â
âSorry, I justâŠI donât know.â
She raises an eyebrow in confusion and it frustrates you. Your evening with her has just begun and already sheâs acting as if last night didnât happen. You roll your eyes at her, taking a step inside and gasping at what you see. A candlelit dinner awaited you, and the sight was almost laughable. Shuri? Being romantic? You chuckled under your breath, hoping it wasnât loud enough for her to hear but Shuri always had ears of a panther.
âWhat? Shit, is it not good enough?â
You paused, sulking in the effort she put into the presentation before you. A small dinner, enough for two, and Shuri was always a great cook. The candles were spread evenly around the small table, lighting up the corner of her condo. Itâs not that you didnât appreciate her endeavors, it was just the thought of Shuri, the biggest fuck-girl you know and your best friend, putting together a romantic dinner for two was a funny image placed in your head. A confusing one as well. You turned around to face her, mere concern painted on her beautiful face. You werenât sure whether to comfort her in her worry or cuss her out for blatantly trying to move around the fact that her fingers were inches in your cunt not too long ago. You settled for something in between.
âShuriâŠwhat are you doing?â
âIâm spending time with youâŠare we not allowed to do that?,â she replies in feign ignorance.
âShuriâŠâ
âFineâŠI justâŠyou were heartbroken yesterday and I felt bad for not comforting you like I should have, even though itâs you who keeps running back to her, so I really donât even know why Iâm apologizing.â
Even in her apology, there was no mention of what happened, but you quickly came to the conclusion that that was the closest thing you were getting to a real apology, so you left it at that for now. You gave her a smile, as you both took your seats at her table. You noticed a detail in her kitchen that you havenât paid much attention to before, even though you have set foot into her space more times than you could ever recall.
âIâve never seen someone have a mirror placed above their island countertop before. It looks nice.â
âYouâve been here how many times and youâre just noticing it now?,â she laughs.
âTo be fair, Iâve never really used your island before.â
She chuckles, taking a bite into her food and you do the same. It was delicious, but you werenât expecting anything less because, as you said, Shuri was an incredible cook. The next twenty minutes were filled with your normal conversations, but the elephant in the room was gnawing at your stomach to the point you could not take it anymore. It was mind baffling, seeing her laugh and eat as if last night was nothing but a mistake. Not that it wasnât a mistake but it also wasnât unintentional.
âShuri, I canât just act like last night didnât happen,â you say, your gut immediately twisting at the way she paused her eating. She looked at you for a brief moment before proceeding to cut into her steak.
âI can.â She placed the steak in her mouth, chewing as she eyed you provocatively and you canât tell if her reply pissed you off or made you want to cry; neither was acceptable because both meant you cared about what she thought. Your throat closed in as you swallowed down emotions you truly wish you did not have.
âKiyahna ever tell you how pretty you look when youâre being fingered?â
Your heart skipped a beat and pushed it right back into your pussy.
âOr how pathetically pretty you sound when you moan?â
Another beat.
âShuri, Shuri, Shuri,â she imitated you, laughing as she took another bite of her food. Your face was boiling both in anger and embarrassment. You felt used as you smothered the tears fighting to come out.
âAre you gonna cry?â
âNo.â
âGoodness. You really are a fucking crybaby.â
âI knew last night was a mistake,â you spat between tears. You quickly remove yourself from the table, eager to make an exit from Shuriâs presence.
âY/n, donât be like that, baby. Get back here, Iâm sorryâŠkinda.â
You scoff, shamefully shedding tears as you attempt to make your way out the door.
âY/n.â
âShutup!â
You open the door, and when you thought your evening couldnât get any worse, circumstances chose to prove you ridiculously wrong. Kiyahnna was standing right at the threshold, her face soaked in disappointment.
âKi? WhatâŠwhy--â
Kiyahnna aggressively made herself welcome into Shuriâs home, her eyes bulging at the sight of a candle lit dinner as Shuri sipped the wine straight from the bottle in a presumptuous manner. Shuri and Kiyahnna eyed each other, not a tint of testosterone in the room but you imagined this is what it would feel like.
âKiâŠitâs not what it looks like. For real, we were just hanging out.â It wasnât a complete lie, but it wasnât entirely the truth either.
âOh yeah, just hanging out with a bunch of pretty candles, dinner and wineâŠdonât play stupid y/n.â
You swear the lump in your throat grew big enough to block your windpipe. âNo seriously, I didnât know she was gonna do all this!â
âSo what happened to âIâm gonna go hang with some friendsâ, you lying little shit.â
Shuri shifted in her seat at your girlfriendâs insult.
âI technically didnât lie, Shuri is my friend,â you defend yourself as you begin to cry pathetically. You were never one to handle anyone raising their voice at you, even in the slightest.
âYou know I donât like this bitch, so why do you keep seeing her behind my back?â
Shuri, who has already had enough of the wretched sight, stood up from her seat. She nudged Kiyahnna in passive-aggressiveness, forcing Kiyahnna to shift her attention from you to her.
âDonât fucking touch me.â
âOr what?â
âShuriâŠdonât,â you said, not wanting to make this scene any uglier than it has to be. âWeâreâŠweâre gonna go home now. Right baby? Letâs go home.â You attempt to take Kiyahnnaâs hand and make your way out, but Shuri decides to take matters into her own hands.
âWho are you fucking behind y/nâs back?â
Kiyahnna turned around to face Shuri, fearlessly walking towards her until their faces were inches away from each other. Shuri smirked in satisfaction, backing away in pride.
âWhat the fuck did you say to me?â
âOh, I think you heard me loud and clear.â
âShuri, please.â
âShut the fuck up, y/n. You gotta stop taking shit from this useless piece of trash who clearly doesnât give a fuck about you.â
âAnd what in the hell would you know about y/n and Iâs relationship???,â Kiyahnna taunts, her voice seeped in nothing but animosity and you were scared for the both of them. You knew them both all too well.
âOh well ask your little girlfriend who comes running to me after every argument you guys have about how much she canât fucking stand you.â
Kiyahnna shifts her attention to you once more, observing you as you break down. âNo, not like that! She didnât mean it like that, I just come to her as someone to talk to, please ju--â
âEnough y/n, stop apologizing for her shitty behaviour!â
âYou know what? Fuck you Shuri. Letâs go Ki, I donât wanna be here anymore.â You forcefully grab Kiyahnnaâs hand, making your way out of Shuriâs condo with no intention of stopping for any more of Shuriâs games, but Shuri was just as adamant as you were to get what she wants.
âYour girlfriend is really fucking tight, you know that right?â
You almost swore the oxygen in the room stopped flowing as your stomach literally dropped to the soles of your feet.
âShe was so tight, I could hardly tell you ever fucked herâŠI mean, you have fucked her right? Didnât seem like it with the way she so easily screamed my name last night. Right baby?â
She made eye contact with you, as she eyed your body up and down, sulking in your beauty even as you were weeping uncontrollably in rage and embarrassment.
âAnd I didnât even strap her down yet. Wonder how tight sheâll be then,â she states, milking out that last statement with an evil smirk. Kiyahnna wastes no time approaching Shuri and meeting her fist to her jaw with a smack so loud, your eardrums pop. You gasp, running to Kiyahnna before she causes any more damage. You grab your girlfriend, watching Shuri as she gets up with blood smeared on the left side of her sharp jaw. She smirks at you, pleased with the way she got under your girlfriend's skin.
âFuck! You!,â you spat, your tone harsher than the words themselves. And with that, you and Kiyahnna finally made yourselves out, leaving Shuriâs presence as you bottled up the rest of your tears. Truthfully, you did not want to see Kiyahnna or Shuri ever again, but you had nowhere else to go and right now, for the first time ever, Kiyahnna was the better option.
The rest of the night was filled with the most deafening silence you had ever experienced. From the car ride, to your bed, not a word was spoken. You didnât even attempt to explain yourself because there was no use in the matter. You were caught, and for a moment you were almost thankful for Shuriâs untimely bluntness because you couldnât take another moment of the guilt you had for allowing Shuri to touch you the way that she did.
You had the bed to yourself tonight, and this time, it wasnât because Kiyahnna didnât come home. She was home, just not with you. She decided to sleep on the couch tonight, and you were thankful. It allowed you time to cry without prying eyes judging you as your body exploded with emotions. Your phone buzzed.
*Come over tomorrow?*
Is she being for real?? You ignored her, refusing to give her the satisfaction she was so clearly desperate for.
*Please?* she added.
You held your ground as you finally fell asleep. You basked in your unconscious state because it was the only escape from the heaviness that poured all around you.
The next day flew by swiftly. You woke up to an empty house, as you gathered yourself for another day. Work was what it always was, but different. You were actually happy to be at work, away from both of them. As you clocked out, you drove back home agonizingly slow, not wanting to come home to Kiyahnna but also scared to open the door to an empty house. When you got home, Kiâs car was nowhere to be found, and you decided you were grateful. You would rather an actual empty house than a house that wasnât empty but felt like it. Your gratefulness was cut short as you propped the door open, clear that Kiyahnna was home, her shoes tattered across the carpet. But she wasnât on the couch, in her usual position.
âKi?,â you called out. âKi, you home?â
And thatâs when you heard it.
âOh my god, yeah. Just like that Ki, just like that, FUCK. UNH.â
You did not hesitate to run to the bedroom, prying the door open to the most jaw-dropping, heart-breaking obscenity that made you freeze in place. Your girlfriend was there, fucking someone that wasnât you; and even though you knew for a while now, you were never prepared for the confirmation of it all and how much it would hurt.
âKi?â
âY/n? Shit,â she cusses, removing her strap from the other girl. Itâs the same strap she fucks you with, well used to fuck you with. She hasnât touched you in what seemed like a month now.
âBaby, I thoughtâŠwerenât you working?â
âI wasâŠnow Iâm off.â You were numb, as tears fell from your dead eyes.
âShitâŠhey lookâŠIâm sorry.â
âYouâre sorry?? Thereâs a naked girl on my bed right now.â
âYeah babyâŠuhhh. Shit.â
You look at the girl, holding her gaze as you try to keep your cool.
âHow long has this been going on for?,â you ask her.
âShit, I donât knowâŠhow longâs it been Ki? Three months?â
âThreeâŠthree months??â
You look over at Kiyahnna, her face covered in shame but she tries to keep her âcalm, cool, and collectedâ composure.
âFuck you.â
âY/n, come on. Donât be like that. Letâs work this out.â She reaches out for you, attempting to bring you in for a hug but you slap her across the face and it takes all three of you by shock.
âDAMN,â the girl says.
You felt a sense of pride, finally able to stand up for yourself in the midst of mistreatment.
âDonât fucking touch me, you fucking skank!â
You looked over at the girl on your bed, still naked.
âWhatâs your name, pretty?â
âUh, Mikayla?â
âFuck you too Mikayla.â
You put your shoes back on and headed out the door. You didnât even try to hold your tears in, you found it useless at this point. You knew you didnât have the strength or the willpower to battle emotions that were stronger than you. You hopped in your car and drove, and you knew exactly where you were headed. As much as your mind was screaming at you not to go back there, your heart always found a way to convince you otherwise. And right now, you did not care. You wanted her. All of her.
---
âOpen the fucking door Shuri,â you whispered to yourself after Shuri neglected to open the door after your 5th knock. You remember the spare key Shuri gave you in case of emergencies, and you didnât hesitate to come to the conclusion that this was, in fact, an emergency. You rummaged through your bag, finally inviting yourself into her place. You opened the door to what seemed like an empty space.
âShuri?,â you lightly called out, but she was nowhere to be found. You crept in further and further, still unable to find her, but thatâs when you heard it. At first it sounded like someone had been wounded and you reacted instantly, running towards the broken cries. As you crept closer, you realize what you barged into.
âUNH, ShuriâŠShuri, ohmygod. Unh, unh, UNH. FUCK.â
The woman cried out in pleasure, singing Shuriâs name behind the closed bedroom door. You didnât know what to do but what you did know was that you refused to go back home so you decided to wait patiently in Shuriâs kitchen until she came out.
âMmm, yeahâŠYEAH. FUCK, ohmygod, youâre so big, I canât.â
You begin to listen attentively, becoming intrigued by the way the other girl moans Shuriâs name as if sheâs experiencing the most out-of-body experience. You step into the living room, placing yourself on the couch as you listen to the way Shuri makes her scream.
âFUCK. GOD.â
You reluctantly crossed your legs, aware of the slow throb that began to creep in your core. You were slightly turned on and you couldnât help but notice that you were even a little jealous. You werenât sure if the jealousy came from the fact that your garbage-of-a-girlfriend didnât touch you in weeks or if it was because it wasnât you underneath Shuri at this very moment.
The sound of moans blended in with Shuriâs palm slapping down on flesh, the girl screaming in response.
âShut up and take this dick, baby. Youâre such a slut, yeah?â
âYeah, yeah I am. Only for you Shuri, keeping fucking me just like that. FUCK. Iâm gonna cum.â
âCum on my dick, give all that good shit to me.â
âShuri. Shuri.â
Your mind begins to travel to sinful places, your stomach knotting in jealousy you choose to accept. It was useless to keep pretending you didnât care anymore. You wanted Shuri. You wanted her to make you feel the way she made all her girls feel, truly understand why girls run back to her in desperation even though they mean nothing more to her than a good time.
âWho are you?â You were abruptly interrupted by the girl who was Shuriâs one night stand. She was wrapped in a purple bathrobe, headed to the bathroom. She was beautiful, even with the mascara running down her eyes and the limp she had in her step as a result of Shuriâs work. Yeah, you were definitely jealous.
âIâm y/n. IâmâŠIâm here to see ShuriâŠâ
âOh shitâŠare you her girlfriend? Shit I didnât know, I swear.â
âUhhhâŠâ
âY/n?â There she was. Clearly fucked out as she adjusted the waistband of her basketball shorts. âThe fuck are you doing here?â
âYou couldâve told me you had a girl.â
âSheâs not my girl.â
Your heart sank a little at her words, and you're annoyed at how you let her get under your skin just like that. You began to choke up, tears welling up and she immediately understood the brokenness in your eyes.
âGet out,â she says to the girl, hostility locked in her tone.
âShit, my bad. Iâm leaving now.â The girl scurried around to grab her things, running out in her bathrobe as she almost trips out the door. âIâm sorry,â she repeats to you, before shutting the door behind her. The room went silent as Shuri stood there in anticipation. The gap between you and her was far too big for your comfort, when all you wanted to do was jump in her arms and speak from the heart. But you knew Shuri. She would probably laugh at you, and brush it off like nothing.
âWhat happened now, y/n?,â she asked in slight annoyance. âWhatâd your bitch you love so much do now?â
You almost didnât want to admit it because the last thing you needed from Shuri was her scolding âI told you soâs.â
âKi is cheating on me.â
âOh for real??,â she replies in an insulting form of sarcasm.
âShuri, stop.â
âCanât say I didnât tell your stupid ass.â
âNo but I actually caught her, she was fucking some bitch named Mackenzie or whatever on my bed. MY BED. And that dumb bitch tried to apologize to me like ITïżœïżœS NOTHING! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT??â
âActuallyâŠyes. Yes I can believe it.â
âI didnât want to believe it though.â
âDo you do anything besides cry all day?â
âShit Shuri, Iâm heartbroken. At least pretend to care about me!â
âI do care about you.â
âThen fucking act like it!â
âWhat do you want me to do?? Give you a hug??â
âHonestly yeah, thatâd be really nice right now.â
Shuri laughs under her breath, her hands stuffed in the pockets of her basketball shorts. âYou tripping.â
âCan I atleast kiss you??,â you ask and it came out more like begging than you assumed it would. Shuri froze, her throat bobbed as she swallowed.
âYou want me toâŠkiss you?â
You nod.
âAnd then what? You want me to hold your hand and tell you everything is gonna be ok? And then âmake loveâ to you, or whatever the fuck. All that lovey dovey shit. Sorry y/n, thatâs you, that shit ainât for me.â
âThen what the fuck was that candle lit dinner you made me yesterday?? Youâre gonna tell me you did that all for nothing??â
She went silent.
âTalk to me Shuri, stop acting like you didnât fuck me the other night and then made me a cute little dinner the next day!â
âI didnât fuck you,â she chuckles. She licks her lips, her eyes wandering everywhere around the room except for you.
âYeah, you kinda did.â
âYou call that fucking?,â her tone shifted, low and husky as she continued to caress your tear-stained cheeks.
Shuri breathes in frustration, making her way towards you as her mood shifts. Her toned body hovers over you as she stroked your cheek with her index finger. You admire the tattoo that trails down her right arm and trickles to her fingers. Her perfectly coiled hair accentuated her chiselled face, paving way to the bruise that sat on her left jaw from yesterdays fiasco. Her cologne, smothered your senses and lingered in her touch. That was so minimal yet started a bonfire in the cavity of your chest. She was attractive, this wasnât news. You always found Shuri attractive. Hell, if your memory could recall correctly, you approached her first, because you found her attractive yet your paths decided you would work best as friends; granted, it was definitely not your average friendship, but there is a love you had for each other that couldnât be ignored. ïżŒ
You closed your eyes, savoring her gentle touch as long as she would allow it. It felt so real, so loving, even though you know it meant something completely different for Shuri.
âShuriâŠ?â
âMhmm?â She was admiring you, her eyes sulking in your beautiful facial features Shuri loved but never cared to admit.
âCan you--â
âCan I do what, baby?â
You close your eyes once more, questioning yourself on whether you should proceed or not; because once you dive in, there is no turning back. Shuri would have you completely, in all ways and every way she desired and you would do nothing but allow it as you fall in love with her completely, unsure if she feels the same.
âFuck me,â you beg, your voice shaking through your plea. âFuck me like Iâm one of your play-things, I swear Iâll be good. Just fuck me please.â
A crooked smile pierced through Shuriâs mouth, rubbing your bottom lip with the pad of her thumb and it made you ache. You crave her.
âAre you sure?â
You nod.
âI need you to understand something y/n.â
You say nothing, using your eyes as a method to pull her into you.
âI donât just fuck, nkosazanaâŠâ The use of her native tongue caught you completely off guard. âI degrade and disrespect.â
You gulp as your body temperature rises.
âIâll fuck you senseless for my pleasure, and then I might just act like it never happened.â
You hesitate, but eventually nod in agreement.
âAnd Iâm only telling you this because I know you and I care about you. I know what you crave. You want someone to love you and give you the world, make you feel cared for. And I just canât give that to youâŠnot yet anyway.â
âShuri please--â
âBut I donât know, I never fucked someone I loved before.â
Your eyes grow wide at her confession. You knew she loved you in a friendly manner but never did it cross your mind that her love went beyond the friendly type.
âShuri please, just take me already. Use me, I donât give a fuck. I just want you. All of you.â
She smiles. âYour words, sthandwa, not mine.â
And with that, she picks you up, gripping your ass as you wrap your legs around her waist. She takes your mouth into hers, building a road to the night she had in store for you; the night sheâs waited forever for.
---
Your bare pussy pressed into the smooth flesh of Shuriâs left thigh, your skirt bunched around your waist as you begin to grind your tender clit on her bare leg, leaving a trail of your wet desire on her.
âUnh,â you moaned softly, as Shuri grabbed your waist, guiding you through it.
âShut up baby, I donât wanna hear you. Just wanna hear how wet your pussy is. You think you can do that for me?â
You nod, your face diminishing into agony as you choke down your moans.
âGood, cause you didnât have a choice.â
She presses your hips harder into her thigh, sending a wave of shock to your clit at the impact, and you shut your eyes as you fight the sounds you need to release.
âWhatâs wrong, nkosazana? Donât tell me youâre already gonna cum.â
âShuri.â
âI said shut up.â She reaches into your back pocket, pulling out your phone. âWhatâs your password, baby?â
âWhat?â
She waves the screen in front of your face as if sheâs unaware of the pressure sheâs putting on your sensitive clit as you suffer, trying to hold in your desperate groans of pleasure.
âItâsâŠ1234.â
âGeez, couldnât get any more predictable?â
âShuri?â
âDid I say you can talk??â
You shake your head.
âThen shut the fuck up.â
She scrolls through your phone, clicking on keys as before she places the phone on the armrest of her sofa. The phone is on speaker phone, ringing as she waits for them to pick up.
âY/n? I didnât think you would call.â
Your eyes bulge as you realize who it is, and Shuri holds you firm, rocking your hips violently as you become overwhelmed with the feel of her.
âKi? Hi baby.â
âAre you ok?â
âYeah, yeah Iâm ok. Mmm, yeah.â
Shuri is keeping direct eye contact with you as do the same, eye fucking you as she puts more pressure on your oversensitive clit, digging her flesh in between your wet folds.
âY/n, where are you? Whatâs going on?â
âOh my god.â
Your eyes begin to roll as the warmth in your stomach creeps lower down your body, finding its way to your bundle of nerves as you squirm beneath Shuriâs tight grip. Her fingers dig into your flesh right before she takes two of her fingers and slips them beneath her own shorts and boxers, swishing through her wet pussy. The sight of her playing with herself is driving you to your edge.
âWhere are you y/n? Iâll come pick you up.â
You look at Shuri, waiting for permission to release yourself but she shakes her head left and right. No. She removes her fingers from her wet cunt, and shoves them down your throat, gagging you as she does it again, and again.
âYou hear that Kiyahnna? Thatâs your bitch, being a little slut for me.â She shoves her fingers down your throat once more, tears staining your cheeks as you gasp for air.
âShuri?,â you moan, unable to hold in your pleasure any longer.
âGo ahead baby, show her how good of a girl you are. Let her hear it.â
âOh myâŠfuck. Oh my god Shuri, oh my god.â
âThe fuck is wrong with you guys??â
âBaby? You still there? Unh.â
âFuck this shit, yaâll are sick.â
Shuri gags you once more, making sure she Kiyahnna hears it loud and clear before she hangs up.
âShuri, holy fuck Shuri. UNH. SHIT. FUCK. YEAH.â
She holds you down, making sure youâre unable to remove yourself from her grasp. âYou like that?â
âYeah, yeah you feel so good. I want more. Give me more. Gag me again, I wanna taste you.â
Shuri yanks your hair, tilting your head back as your neck is exposed to her. You feel so dirty, as she twirls her fingers through her own pussy once more, gathering her juices before she plunges into your throat. She pushes farther, your throat closing in around her and your tongue sticks out as you choke on her slender fingers. The tears cease to stream down your face, your saliva pooling out of your mouth as your pounding pussy slows its throb. She pulls out, and you already look fucked out. Tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes are met with Shuriâs dark, lustful ones, bringing you in for a kiss as she grasps your ass.
âKi?â
âSheâs gone, sthandwa. You scared her away.â
You giggle, trailing your fingers to your clit as you starve for more but Shuri grabs your hand before you get anywhere near your pussy.
âWhat? I canât touch myself?,â you ask, challenging how far Shuri is willing to go with you. She notices this, the way you attempt to test her dominance.
âYou wanna know what I think, y/n?,â she asks, kissing your neck as you surrender to her sweetness. Sheâs never even touched you like this before and yet it seems as if she knows you all too well, like sheâs fucked you a million times. Your body responds to her in ways your body has never behaved for anyone prior, not even Kiyahnna.
âWhat do you think, baby?â
âI think you like the bad girls.â She continues to suck on your neck, leaving fuck marks in a territorial manner. âYou like when girls treat you like shit because you know theyâll fuck you like they donât care. You like being treated like a slut, because it makes your cunt ache.â She slips two fingers between your folds, caressing your clit in slow, torturous loops. âBecause underneath this pretty princess facade you got going on, you're really just a useless whore, right baby?â
Youâre unresponsive, holding in any sound trying to escape your throat as Shuri plays with your pussy.
âYou really are stupid, huh?â
You continue to fight and Shuri smirks with pride, arrogantly pleased with the way she has you writhing in distress as you await her orders.
âItâs ok. Iâll fuck the stupid right out of you.â
âFuck,â you gasp. âShuri, I canât.â
She grabs your throat, squeezing tightly as her palm presses against your windpipe. A restrained choke comes from the back of your throat as you open your mouth wider to allow for more oxygen flow.
âSpeak one more time, and I swear to Bast himselfâŠâ She lets you go, and you cough a little as your lungs are fully exposed to the air it needs. âHowâs this pussy of yours? Is she ready to grind some more?â
You nod, your stomach knotting once more at whatâs to come.
âGood girl.â
She removes you from her lap, laying on her back as she motions you to get on top of her and you obey without question. You remove your shirt and bra, leaving yourself in your skirt as it stays hunched around your waistline. You relax in Shuriâs grasp, sulking in her beauty and what she looks like underneath you. She was always attractive, but this side of her was a vision you swear would have girls falling in love at first sight; it was the first time you truly understood why women ran back to her, begging for more and why she would never give it.
âSit on my face,â she mandates, interfering with your dangerous thoughts. âPut my tongue to use y/n, sit on my damn face.â You oblige, hovering your pussy right over her mouth. She pushes your hips down, forcing you to put your full body weight on her and you moan almost instantly at the contact of her lips on yours. Your back slowly begins to arch, as Shuri wastes no time using her skillful tongue for sinful pleasures. The feeling was euphoric, her warm tongue flicking and sucking your clit had you singing Shuriâs name like an ensemble of one.
âYeah, baby just like that. Just like that. Keep going. Keep fucking me like that, holy fuck. Holy shit, Shuri.â
She clasped your hips, rocking you back and forth as she tongue-fucked your pussy entrance and your throbbing bud. Her tongue made the most irresponsible movements against you, and your pussy nerves were reacting in ways you had no control over. She continued, using her nose and chin as tools for your pleasure as well. She was deep into you, your thighs tightening as you put her beautiful face to work.
âFuck Shuri, Iâm so close, itâs right there. Right there. Donât stop.â You grasp onto the couch, your fingers digging into the material as you brace yourself. âKeep fucking this pussy, she wants you. She needs you so bad. Unh. UNH.â You release yourself into her mouth, fucking you through your orgasm and you fight it, trying to break free from Shuriâs grasp but she wonât let you. She takes your pounding clit into her salivating mouth once more, sucking as you struggle to overcome your orgasm but Shuriâs tongue only prolonged the pulse vibrating through your overwhelming pussy nerves.
âShuri. Shuri. Shuri!,â you scream one last time before she finally lets you go. You collapse, both of you catching your breath as your minds and bodies return to your surroundings. You straddle her once more, kissing her as you taste your juices that stain her face.
âDamn, I taste good,â you moan into her mouth.
âYes you fucking do, baby. Like I said, tastes better coming straight out of you.â
âI want more. Give me more.â
âWhat do you want, nkosazana?â
âStrap me down. I heard that girl earlierâŠshe said you were big. I wanna feel it. Show me how tight I am, Shuri.â You didnât hold a single care in the world for how needy you were coming across, because you wanted her. Every ounce of her. âPlease Shuri, please. Please?â
âPlease Shuri, please,â she mocks, chuckling at the sight of you.
âStop, Iâm not playing right now, baby. Or I swear Iâll touch myself, Iâll give myself my own orgasm and make you watch.â
âOh y/n, youâre playing with fire.â
âI donât give a fuck.â
She cocks her head to the side, like sheâs planning a million ways to discipline you and remind you whoâs in charge. She lifts you off of her, placing you on the couch in a regular sitting position, the fabric of her sofa coming in contact with your exposed ass. She hovers over you, grabbing your jaw in her hand as she tightens her grasp. It was almost painful, but you knew you deserved it. Your face gave out, settling back into submission without her having to say a word.
âThereâs my girl,â she says, heading into her bedroom. âStay here. Donât fucking move.â She comes out, wearing a bracelet youâve never seen her wear before.
âThis is a kimoyo bracelet. These are kimoyo beads.â
You shrug your shoulders, uninterested but that disinterest slipped away as soon as she tapped on one of the beads, revealing the strap that hugged her crotch. It was detailed, every crevice and vein placed perfectly.
âThis isnât the same strap I use on other girls, I wanted to save this for someone special. Itâs made from vibranium, remember I told you about vibranium?â
You nod. You remember little of what she said about it, she barely gave you any details about the metal, but you do recall her mentioning it once or twice. Shuri bends down, meeting your eye level.
âListen to me carefully, y/n. This strap is going to go inside you and literally collect data from you. Itâs going to remember every crevice, every contour, and most importantly your g-spot, and itâs going to mold to fit into you, and only youâŠlet me know if youâre ok with this. If not, itâs okâŠIâll go grab one of my other straps and fuck you all the same, my pretty girl.â
You ponder for a moment. âWill it hurt, when itâŠyou know, molds into me?â
âNo sthandwa, it wonât. Itâll feel amazing actually, I made sure of it. I promise you.â
You begin to smile uncontrollably, your face flushing with warmth. As smutty as it was, it almost seemed romantic, in a weird, twisted sense; because even though Shuri has fucked too many women to even recall, she wanted you fully. She wanted to make you hers, fuck you like whore as she quite literally molds you.
âI want you, Shuri. I want all of you.â
âOk baby, ok.â
---
In one sweep, you find yourself on your back, plastered to the cool marble of Shuriâs island countertop. She aggressively removes your skirt from your body, leaving you completely bare. She spread your legs open in eagerness, impatient to get inside you and fuck you until you gasp for air.
âYou're so sexy, y/n. This pussy is so sexy.â She slaps your pussy, your back softly arching on the marble beneath you. She plays with your folds, purposely avoiding your clit as you groan in frustration. âBe patient. No one likes an impatient slut. You can be patient for me, right my love?â
You donât respond, resulting in Shuri slapping your pussy once more, sending a coursing sting to your clit.
âYes Shuri,â you pant. âIâll be patient with you.â
âThatâs right.â
She removes one of the beads from her bracelet, sticking the circular metal to your clit and you wince at the contact. Immediately, Shuri fidgets with her kimoyo bracelet, activating the bead as it trembles in low vibrations. Your eyes shut, as you clench onto the sides of the island.
âSpread your legs as much as you can, let me watch your pussy twitch baby.â
You obey, spreading your legs to your highest extent, making more room for the buzzing kimoyo bead to roll through your lips. You looked up, understanding the purpose of why Shuri put a mirror on top of her island. The image was incredible, your face was fucked out as you watched the way the kimoyo bead maneuvered its way through your throbbing cunt. The sound of you was music to Shuriâs ears. You were drenched.
âYou see what you look like? Look at how fucking sexy you look like this, y/n. Bast.â
âShuri, holy fuck. Iâm going to cum, holy shit.â
She fidgets with her bracelet once more, the pressure of the bead on the brink of being painful, as it vibrates heavily into your bundle of nerves. You keep your eyes open, looking at the reflection of your puffy pussy as you cum once again.
âGOD, HOLY SHIT. SHURI, SHURI.â
Shuri makes no effort to ease your suffering. Instead she steps closer to you, lifting your legs over her shoulders as she begins to tease your entrance. She coats her tip with your pearly cum, easing her way into you as your pussy welcomes her in.
âOh my god.â
She thrusts.
âShuri, good god, Shuri.â
âShut the fuck up, you bitch, and let this pretty pussy do the talking, thatâs all I need to hear. How wet you are for me. How slutty you are..â
Her thrusts seep deeper and deeper, your pussy clasping onto her length.
âYouâre so fucking tight, y/n. Bast.â
You bite down on your hand, suffocating yourself as you refuse to disobey Shuriâs orders for you to keep quiet. You were trying your absolute hardest, but the feeling of Shuriâs dick hammering into you and the reflection of your pleasure coating her is making her commands damn near impossible. Your breathing becomes scattered, your eyes subtly going cross eyed as you feel your pussy sculpting the vibranium inside you. The kimoyo bead never fails to violate your clit, and you let out a strangled noise as you choose to ignore Shuriâs orders to keep quiet.
âI canât Shuri, I canât. Iâm sorry butâŠSHIT. You feel so good. This feels so good.â
She lets you scream, immensely turned on by the control she has on your body.
âThatâs it y/n. Such a fucking whore. My whore.â
âYouâre whore,â you echo. âOnly yours.â
She loses tempo for a second, lost in your dirty mouth. You look at your reflection once more, hypnotized by Shuriâs curls and the way she grips your thighs as she mercilessly buries herself into you. Your breasts are bouncing to her inhumane rhythm, sweat glistening against your brown skin. Sheâs tapping your g-spot, making sure the vibranium makes note of every outline and curve inside you, claiming you as her own.
âYou like when I play with you, huh?â
âMhmmm.â
âThen cum for me, y/n. Spill that shit all over me.â
Your eyes roll back until theyâre completely shut, grasping onto the edges on the countertop as a sense of relief. Your clit is aching, your pussy clenching harder and harder around her girth. The ache ripples into your knotted stomach as the palms of your hands and the soles of your feet tingle. You grow light-headed, your body overcome by the works of Shuri.
âHoly shit, baby. Iâm gonna cum. Donât stop. Keep going. Just like that, youâre doing so well. Fuck.â
With the buzz of her bead, and the stroke of her dick, you combust. Youâre overtaken by everything that surrounds you, dissolving into the pleasure as Shuri fucks you through it.
âI can feel you baby, I can feel you pulsating around me.â Shuri spills into you, her own orgasm overcoming her state of dominance as your pussy twitches through her pleasure. âFuck, y/n. Shit, baby. Look what you do to me.â
âSHURI.â
âFUCK.â
The room becomes filled with your moans, curses, and each otherâs names as you mutually struggle to come down from your high. Shuri pulls out, a line of your slick staying connected to her strap until she tugged far enough to fully sever the tie from you. She bends down, putting her mouth at your cunt and you almost donât realize whatâs happening but then you understand, as you hear her native tongue fall from her mouth. Sheâs speaking xhosa into your cunt, and although you have no idea what sheâs saying, you are completely turned on by the action as the vibrations of her voice pulsate through you. Shuri plucks the kimoyo bead from your clit, connecting it back to the bracelet allowing you to fully exhale in relief.
Shuri pulls your body from the island, and you go limp, nearly collapsing as your feet hit the floor. Shuri picked you up, bringing you to her bedroom as she put one of her oversized t-shirts on you, and the scent almost fully brought your mind back to the real world.
âYouâre a mess,â she comments, pushing your messy curls off your face.
âFuck,â you groan, still trying to collect yourself.
âHow are you doing? Are you ok?â
âYeah, Iâm ok.â
Shuri smiles. âGood.â
Youâre beginning to trail off into a deep sleep, fed up and fucked out as you cuddle into Shuriâs bedsheets. Shuri rests her body beside you, your heart jumped at the gesture as you were on the brink of passing out.
âWhat if I tried?â
âHmm?â You hear her, but your body is too tired to collect her words.
âI could be good. Let me be good for you, nkosazana.â
And those were the last words you heard before you drifted off into a comfortable sleep, the best sleep youâve had in months.
âIâll try. I promise Iâll try y/n.â
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âÛȘÛȘàœŽàœ»âĄ motel princess
Pairing - shuri/black fem!reader
Word Count - 3.4k
Contains - sub!shuri, dom!reader, needy shuri, pillow princess shuri, shuri is a brat, strap on, penetration, choking, fingering, cunnilingus, some fluff, minimal plot
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Sneak Peak - She twitches and writhes, as you come back up to face her. Youâre glistening from your nose down to your chin, absolutely drenched in Shuriâs wet bliss. She places her palm on the back of your head, forcing you to kiss her as she tastes herself. Both of you attempt to recollect yourself, coming back to reality as you remember where you are. A motel with thin walls and most likely occupied rooms on both sides of you. Neither of you cared
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Writers Note: I enjoyed writing sub!shuri a little too much. I literally love her and need her. There is no plot, this is for my doms and switches. Enjoy my luvs
âÛȘÛȘàœŽàœ»âĄ âHow much longer?â she sighs, trying to get into a comfortable sleeping position in the passenger's seat.
âSoon baby, soon,â you assure her, grazing your palm on her thigh.
Shuri was like an impatient child, tossing and turning in her seat as you drove down the endless highways surrounded by a continuous change of landscape. You didnât mind roadtrips, especially when you had the girl you loved the most right beside you. Shuri on the other hand, despite being in the passenger's seat and not in the driver's, had a hard time staying in one place for long periods of time.
Shuri groans, unable to fall asleep through the bumpy roads and you chuckle at her inability to hold still and be patient.
âWeâre only an hour away from our motel, I promise weâll be there soon.â
âWe could pull over right now so you can give me some head in the back seatâŠthatâll put me right to sleep,â Shuri jokes but you know underneath her bold sarcasm was a girl desperate for your touch.
âNot now Shuri, weâre almost there.â
âFine,â she whines in defeat, turning over so sheâs facing the window. You glance over at her, admiring how beautiful she is, even in her bratty state. Of course you wanted to pull over and pleasure your girlfriend with the ways of your tongue. But you knew if you started, you wouldnât be able to stop, making your road trip much longer than it needs to be. You reach over to grab her chin, gently forcing her to face you.
âYou can wait until we get to the motel, ok? Be patient with me please.â
She looked at you intensely with her big brown eyes, and you just knew her mind was thinking about whether to answer you like a spoiled brat or to just be nice with you. She chose the latter.
âFine, Iâll wait.â
âI love you baby,â you remind her.
âI love you too.â She leaned over and placed a kiss on your cheek, making you smile like a love-sick fool. You were.
The next hour holds the two of you taking turns with the aux cord, counting horses and âpunch-buggy, no returns!â. Shuri always punched harder than necessary and you would return the gesture but feel bad immediately as she rubbed her arm.
âOw! I didnât punch you that hard.â
âOh, but you did. Iâm just not a big baby about it,â you tease.
Finally, after numerous irritable groans from Shuri and counting cows, you two finally pulled up to the motel you intended to stay at for one night before proceeding with your roadtrip. It was fairly late into the evening and it was pouring outside, thunder crashing in the not too far distance. You both grabbed your things, checked in, and made your way to your cozy room. It was a small room, and unlike the rundown exterior, it was warm and welcoming; carrying everything necessary for a one-night sleep.
You both get ready for bed; brushing your teeth, taking quick showers, and changing into your pajamas. Shuri looked adorable in her purple satin pajama set, resting her back on the headboard of the bed with the bedside lamp on. You take your place beside her, yawning in your drowsy state. You were exhausted, and with every right to be. You were on the road for hours, having to put up with Shuriâs attitude while keeping her entertained. You rolled over, shutting the bedside lamp off as your body prepares itself to fall asleep. You rested your head on the pillow before you heard the âclickâ of the lamp switch, and the room was lit again. You looked over to see an annoyed Shuri.
âWhat? Whatâs wrong?,â you ask.
âIâm not tired,â she replies, her voice laced with desperation.
âYou were complaining for hours about how tired you were, baby. Itâs been a long day, weâll talk tomorrow, ok? Just go to sleep.â As you were about to reach for the lamp switch once more, Shuri slapped your hand away before you were able to get there. You were growing impatient, irritated with the way she denied you the sleep you seriously needed.
âWhat now, princess?,â you complain.
âYou said youâd give me head,â she pouts. You roll your eyes, stuffing your face into the pillow beneath you as you groan with frustration into the fabric.
âShuriâŠIâm exhausted,â you blatantly say.
âPlease, y/n. Just your mouth, I only want your mouth and then I promise Iâll let you sleep,â she pleads. You turn around, leaning on your elbow as you position yourself to face her. You lock eyes with her as she tries to win you over with her begging gaze.
âPlease?,â she said one last time.
You ponder for a brief moment, not wanting to give into Shuriâs plea as a way to show her she canât get everything she wants, anytime she wants it. But you knew better. You knew she wouldnât let you sleep until you satisfied her craving. You let out a sigh, defeated as your lust for her grew stronger than your exhaustion from a long day's drive.
âYouâre so needy, you know that right?â
She shrugs her shoulders, proud at the power she has over you even when you swear at times she doesnât. You take her chin into your fingers as you pull her in, her lips finally touching yours. She moans into your mouth and you grin at the sound of her.
âJust my mouth?â
âJust your mouth,â she assures.
âBullshit. You know once I start, I wonât be able to stop.â
She smiles. âI know.â
You fully gave into her, placing her on her back as you situate yourself on top of her. Your lips become one in sensual yearning as she begins to grind down on your knee and the action makes you wet. Shuri grinds down harder, her wetness seeping through the fabric of her garments and you can feel it smearing on your bare knee. Your cunt throbs at the contact, eager to replace your knee with your neglected tongue.
âFuck, Shuri,â you groan. You remove your knee from her pussy, and she exhales in annoyance. âJust be patient with me love, Iâll get there.â
You undress her, disrespectfully removing her pajama set as you leave her in nothing but her boyshorts. You place your mouth on her neck, kissing and sucking on the spot that makes her weak. She responds to your touch, grasping onto you as she softly moans. You brush your fingers against her curls, placing one last kiss into the nape of her neck as you slowly begin to trail down her body. You make sure no crevice remains untouched, claiming her body as your own as she whimpers under your controlling lips. You loved it, the way you made her body squirm in desire as she impatiently waited for you to satiate her hunger. You lift yourself off of her for a brief moment, opening her legs wider as you become mesmerized with the way she oozes through her boyshorts. It was your favourite sight to see, a display of art and you were the artist.
âAll this for me, baby?â
âStop teasing, and just eat me already,â she begs through her tight chest.
âSo fucking needy.â
âFuck, y/n.â
You remove her boyshorts, leaving her bare and exposed; wearing nothing but a smile of anticipation. She loves the way you give into her, the way you comply with her methods to get you between her thighs. And you fall for it everytime.
âY/n,â she moans, pushing her hips slightly forward as a signal. You know what she needs, but you decide to play with her as a punishment for that smart mouth of hers. You place yourself in between her thighs, placing kisses nearly everywhere but there. She grows impatient, and itâs so obvious through the way she moves her body in desperate motions. Sheâs throbbing, her cunt walls locking as your mouth inches closer and closer. You knew this. You knew all too well. She groans in both pleasure and frustration one last time as you finally submit to her desires. You spread her dark lips open with your fingers, taking her pounding clit into your mouth. Her back arches instantly at the sensation, and you force her to come back down.
âRelax, my girl.â
You dig yourself into her once again, licking and swiping as she grinds down on your face. Her moans are so filthy, you almost care if the people next door can hear you.
âUnh. Fu..fuck. Y/n, youâre doing so good. Keep going, donât stop. UNH.â
âYeah baby, you like that?,â you hum into her cunt.
âYeah, yeah. Just like that.â
You look up at her as you continue to lap away like a dog, and the scene of her is so indecent and arousing you could cum from the sight alone. The way her mouth is open, forming the perfect âOâ as her erect nipples peak off her breasts. She looks down at you, and you keep eye contact with her as you eat her out. The taste of her is euphoric, as you drown in the ocean between her rich thighs. You stick your tongue into her hole, creating playful swirls around her walls as she tightens around you.
âFuck, y/n, just like that. Ohmygod, unh. UNH.â
She was dangerously close, and this only motivated you to take up a notch. You remove your tongue from inside her, placing it back on her swollen clit. You take two fingers and aggressively hammer them into her, assaulting her used walls as your tongue dances with her clit. Her eyes shut in overwhelming pleasure and the way her spongy walls clenches around your fingers is enough to send you into a state of pure control. You wanted to see the way she submitted to you, surrendered to your mouth and the way it salivated for her.
âY/n.â
Her hip movements grow as she wraps her legs around your neck.
âY/N.â
You moan into her pussy and the vibrations of your breath courses through her, forcing her to squirt on your face. You instantly remove your fingers, replacing them with your tongue as you feel and taste her warm juices pour onto your tastebuds and into the back of your throat. You want to swallow every ounce of her, make sure none of her goes to waste. She was delicious. If your body allowed your daily nutrients to come from her, you almost swear sheâs all you would eat.
âFuck, y/n. FUCK.â
She twitches and writhes, as you come back up to face her. Youâre glistening from your nose down to your chin, absolutely drenched in Shuriâs wet bliss. She places her palm on the back of your head, forcing you to kiss her as she tastes herself. Both of you attempt to recollect yourself, coming back to reality as you remember where you are. A motel with thin walls and most likely occupied rooms on both sides of you. Neither of you cared.
âDid you bring it?,â she asks through heated lungs. You grin, unable to hold your cheeky smile.
âWhat ever happened to âjust my mouthâ, hm?,â you tease. She bites her bottom lip, clearly needy for more of you and she knows youâll give it to her. You begin to kiss her again, pausing before the kiss becomes too heated and you end up drowning between her thighs again. âOf course I brought it, baby.â
She cries softly when you break contact with her lips. You rummage through your belongings looking for the birthday gift Shuri gave you this year. You chuckle as you tighten the harness of your strap, remembering the look on Shuriâs face as you opened up your gift. She knew how much you truly loved to strap her down, so she made you a strap that would allow you to feel the inside of her as if the faux dick was yours. Your girlfriend was a genius.
âWhatâs so funny?,â she asks, legs spread open and ready to handle the size of you. You meet her back on the bed, placing yourself on top of her once again as you resume your heated session.
âNothing,â you whisper into her, grinning at how much you crave her. You begin to tease the inside of her wet folds with the tip of your dick, getting off on the sight of how needy she becomes. You grip yourself, swiping up and down between her puffy lips as you wince at the feel of her. She was drenched and you were nothing but a mirror image of that.
âFuck, y/n, stop playing. Stick it in me already.â
âGod, you have no patience,â you groan. You come back up to face her, wrapping your arms around her throat and she smiles. She loves to be choked and you loved doing it. You squeeze harder, easing your way into her entrance. You begin to thrust, and it doesnât take too long before your tempo becomes remorseless. Her soaking cunt makes your job easier as you restlessly thrust in and out of her. She clutches onto the wrist of the hand thatâs wrapped around her throat, and you squeeze just a bit harder. Her moans become stifled as she gasps for air.
âY/n, I canâtâŠâ
âYou canât what? You canât breathe?,â you taunt.
She nods her head, unable to reply back to you in words with your palm wrapped around her throat and your dick thatâs shoved into her.
âIâve had to listen to your incessant whining all day, you can shut up for a moment, right baby?â
She responds with nothing but her eyes subtly rolling back, as she takes your brutal movements. You squeeze slightly tighter.
âRight??â
She nods again, tears streaming down her face. You let go lightly, giving her just enough air to breathe through it. You kiss her tears that fall down her cheeks, a gesture of reassurance that your rough play is nothing but an act of love.
âY/n?â
âYeah, baby?â
âIâŠmhmm. Oh yeah, yeah just like that, baby. Keep going. Fuck.â
And that is exactly what you do. You keep going, feeling every inch of her throbbing walls paving way to her tender spot.
âJust like that?â
âMhmm.â
You push into it, your own orgasm approaching as her pussy grapples around you. But you fight it, you always do. It was either Shuri came first or you two came together; any other option was absolutely unwelcome for you. Youâve learned to master the art of withholding your own orgasm, because watching Shuri squirm underneath you as she moaned your name in pure ecstasy was a sight better than any orgasm you could ever have.
âFuck Shuri, youâre so beautiful. My pretty girl.â
Shuri wraps her legs around you, allowing you to dive into her deeply and wholly. Being so rooted into her feels divine, her pussy a goddess as you bow before her. Her fingers grasp onto your hair as you dig your face into the nape of her neck and you are both on the verge of cumming.
âYour pussy feels so good,â you groan. You nail into her with passion, soaking in every moan and throb seeping off of Shuri as she finally succumbs to your profane movements.
âYes, y/n. YES, oh GOD.â Her walls close in around you, her pulsating core fucking your throbbing strap; an electric wave travelling up to your clit and down your pussy lips as you forcibly spill into her. Oh how you loved this obscene invention of hers.
âFuck, Shuri. FUCK.â
But Shuri is in her own world, holding you tight as you thrust through her dilating pussy walls. You did not stop, sending you both to a place unworldly. The sound of your juices mixing together fades in with the heavy raindrops hitting the window pane, and Shuriâs moans blend in with the thunder as one accord. On most days, this is the time where you would slow your tempo, allowing Shuri a moment to gather herself as her body becomes shambles but tonight was different. Youâre not sure if itâs the lust mixed in with your drowsiness or if it was simply the pure frustration of having to put up with your whiney girlfriend, but you truly do not stop fucking her. You remove yourself from her neck, resting your forehead on hers as you both moan in harmony. You used her throat as a sense of relief, accidently clenching harder than you intended to and you almost didnât notice but her choking sobs made you loosen your grip.
âShit baby, sorry.â
âNo itâs ok, unh. Itâs ok,â she moans. âI liked it.â
You brought your hand up, gripping the headboard as you thrusted harder and harder. Her mouth hung open, her eyes rolled back as a result of being able to do nothing but take it.
âYou take me so well, princess. You always doâŠfuck.â
âUnh, yes. Oh yes, fuck. Mmmm, yeah.â At this point, Shuri was speaking in tongues, her eyebrows furrowing together in pleasure and you came for the second time at the sound and sight of her.
âShit, Shuri. FUCK. Oh my, FUCK.â The room around you becomes a haze, your eyesight blurring as you feel the way her tight pussy caresses your dick. Your palms are sweaty, your pussy throbbing as your beautiful girlfriend watches you unravel infront of her.
âYouâre so beautiful, y/n. Keep cumming in me. Donât stop. I wanna feel you.â
âShit, Shuri. Unh.â
Finally, you begin to slow down your pace, collapsing into her grasp as she holds you tight, your strap still inside her. Both you and Shuri are panting, catching your breath as you slowly begin to pull out. You look down, seeing her swollen pussy as a result of your inability to go easy on her, and you almost feel bad. But you look up, a wide smile appearing on Shuriâs face as she begins to come back to reality. You place a kiss on her pussy lips, and she giggles at the touch. You come back up to face her, placing kisses all over her face and neck.
âHow are you feeling, baby? Talk to me.â
âYeah,â is all she manages to say through her post-orgasm state. You smile, caressing her cheek with your thumb.
âIâm gonna go run you a warm bath, yeah?â
âYeah,â she shakily replies.
âIâll be right back, my love. Donât move.â
You get up quickly, running to the bathroom as you prepare to tend to your girlfriend. There wasnât much the motel offered you, but you did what you could with the tools you had. You get the bathwater to the perfect temperature, as you scurry out to help her get to the bath. You knew she was sore, but she loved you for it anyway. She stepped into the bathtub, exhaling in relief as she submerged her body into the warm water. You sat beside the tub, placing a kiss on her cheek as she relaxed her body.
âI didnât overdo it, did I?,â you genuinely ask.
âWhat? No y/n. You didnât. You were amazing actually,â she promised.
âOk good, I just thought I got carried away for a moment.â
âYouâre fine, y/n. You did good. You always do.â She stares into you, biting her bottom lip as if sheâs holding something back.
âAnd I bet everyone in this motel knows your name now,â she teases. You mumble something under your breath, embarrassed at the thought but you pull yourself together. She notices your face flush, and she pulls you in for a kiss.
âI love you, y/n.â
âI love you, Shuri.â
The long awaited night finally comes to a close as you both come back to bed. Finally, youâre both able to get the sleep you both need, and this time, Shuri lets you. âÛȘÛȘàœŽàœ»âĄ
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