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Lady of Neptune - Jey Uso x Reader

Jey Uso x Black Reader!

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"No, cause I need you baby. When I fuck you all the ways that you want it, don't ever leave me baby."

August 22nd was practically a national holiday. You treated it as such. It was the day that your beloved boyfriend Jey Uso, and his twin Jimmy Uso were born. It was no secret that the Fatu family was compiled with some of the most beautiful humans to ever grace the Earth.

Jey truly didn’t age, he aged backwards. He didn’t look a day over 27, his skin was supple and soft. His body was like a living masterpiece; he was running out of skin to cover with his tribal tattoos. Sometimes you enjoyed tracing every single intricate detail with your tongue, using it to drive Jey absolutely insane.

You’d been sitting on the couch, waiting for him to come back. He’d spent half the day with his twin, and you enjoyed watching the shenanigans they’d gotten into throughout their day. You were a bit too excited to give him his presents. Jey wasn’t a materialistic man by any means, but he did have an affinity for the nicer things in life. He busted his ass for the money he earned, so he spent it on whatever caught his eye, or yours.

He was a sneakerhead, so he was always looking for the flyest pair of Jordan’s. He also enjoyed Rolexes, so he kept a small collection of those as well. You’d secretly spied on him while he was on the phone, looking at the latest editions of the watches and sneakers. To say you’d spent a pretty penny on these luxury gifts would be an understatement. The price didn’t matter, though. You enjoyed spoiling your man with the things he loved, but you had a feeling he’d be more interested in what you’d really gotten him.

Jey was a sucker for you and every little thing you did; he couldn’t contain himself when you wore lingerie that hugged every part of your curves. He was obsessed with your body, in love with the thickness of it. Your thighs didn’t stand a chance, as they were always bitten up by your man.

You’d found a spicy new set from SavagexFenty in a deep maroon color, with a matching silk robe. The kitten heels were a nice touch, complimenting the soft makeup you’d done as well. Jey loved the way that your 4C curls fell in perfect harmony down your back, so you made sure that they were on full display for him.

The sound of the door unlocking made your heart stop. You sat up on the couch, waiting impatiently for him to step through. As Jey emerged through the door, you rose to your feet. His eyes fell over you, licking his lips as he made his way towards you. He was wearing that sexy smile. “Damn, hey baby.” He greeted you with a soft kiss on the lips. His strong hands were around your waist, holding you tight against his rock hard figure.

“Hey baby, I’m glad you’re finally home. I’ve been waiting for you.” You said with a smile, running your fingers through his dark curls. Jey’s smirk grew, as he kissed your jawline.

“Yeah? What’s up with the presents, baby girl?” He motioned towards the two boxes that were wrapped, sitting on the couch. You smiled and took him by the hand, leading him over to the couch. You handed him the big box first. “Open this one first!”

Jey looked up at you, before he ripped into the box. He pulled out the Jordan 1s, Chicago edition. They were the hardest to find, and you knew how much he wanted them. You sat in his lap, watching as his eyes twinkled with excitement. “Baby girl… how the hell did you find these?” He looked up at you, smiling from ear to ear. You smirked and kissed him softly.

“I have my ways, baby. Now, open this one.” You handed him the smaller box. Jey didn’t waste any time opening it. When he realized you’d also got him the Rolex Midas, his cheeks were full from how hard he was smiling. His happiness made your heart flutter.

“Oh my God, thank you so much baby.” Jey sat down the presents, returning his attention to you. He gave you a million little kisses. You pulled away briefly, smirking deviously at him. “There’s just one more gift,” You rose to your feet, and began to take off the robe. Jey’s eyes followed your every movement. The robe dropped to the floor, your brown body on full display in the sexiest lingerie you’d ever worn. Jey’s gaze was lustful, as his eyes flicked up to look into yours. He slowly rose from his seated position, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“God damn…” He cursed, before diving in for a hungry kiss. He kissed you aggressively, claiming your lips with his teeth. He nibbled at your bottom lip, soon slipping his tongue into your mouth. One kiss from him and you were weak in the knees. Jey scooped you up with ease, making his way towards the staircase. He marched to your bedroom, keeping the steamy kiss between the two of you going.

You heard the door shutting behind him, your back feeling the coolness from the wall that he’d pinned you against. He momentarily pulled away from your lips, resting his forehead against yours. “I’m finna fuck the shit outta you, doll.” His voice was gruff, barely above a whisper.

Jey let his hands roam your body. His fingers slipped between your inner thighs, tickling your slit. Once he discovered that the lingerie set was crotchless, his eyes refocused on you. He continued to play with your slick folds, smirking down at you as he did so. You were already on the brink.

“I got your pussy drippin’ already, baby.” He taunted, as he removed his hand. He left you aching for his fingers, wanting to feel them inside of your soaking cunt. Jey ripped his jacket and shirt off in one go, his tight jeans soon following suit.

He wasted no time lining his thick cock up with your entrance, beginning to push his length inside of you. He wasn’t giving you time to adjust or prepare, but you didn’t need it. You were used to his size. You enjoyed when he behaved this way; so aggressive and dominant. It turned you on beyond belief. Once he had fully entered, he started stroking quickly. His hand held your neck in place, as he suckled on your neck, leaving hickies everywhere. You’d have to cover them up in the morning.

“You’re the only gift I need, baby.” He grunted, picking up the speed a bit. His grip around your neck tightened, leaving you a whimpering mess beneath him.

“Daddy,” You mewled, melting under his spell. Jey let out a breathy laugh, pulling his head up to look you in the eyes. “What’s my name, baby?”

“D-daddy,” You purred, never looking away from his hickory eyes. He smirked, giving you a deep kiss as a reward. “Say it again.”

“Daddy!” You whine, succumbing to his incredible stroke game. He’d slowed down momentarily, using it to his advantage. As you continued to call him Daddy, he continued to tease you.

“That’s right, Y/N. I’m your Daddy,” He growled in your ear, nipping at your earlobe. He began pistoning in and out of you at an alarming rate. You couldn’t keep quiet, moaning and gasping how good he felt. He was living up to his promise, fucking you into a euphoric state.

“Hnng, mm, ngh,” Unable to form a coherent sentence, you’d been reduced to nothing but a slew of moans. Jey was in love with what he was doing to you. “Good girl. Take my dick, baby.”

Jey pulled you off the wall, wrapping both of his arms around your waist as he bounced you up and down on his cock. The squelching noises of how wet you were filled the room, along with the sounds of passion omitting from you both.

“Are you going to cum for me, baby? Are you going to let Daddy destroy you?” Jey whispered, slipping his hand around your neck. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, as if you were searching for your words. They’d left you a few strokes ago.

“Y-yes..” You managed to say, tightening your legs around his waist. Jey began to pound you ruthlessly, not letting up for a single second. His thumb flicked back and forth over your clit, grinning as you started to squirt a bit. Your orgasm was on the horizon. Your body felt like it was on a spiritual plane of pleasure, spasming as your orgasm claimed you. Jey didn’t stop, though. He loved to overstimulate you until you couldn’t take anymore.

“Fuck!” You hissed, draping your body against his. Jey braced you against him, feeling you growing weaker in his arms. He slowed down, walking the two of you over to the bed. He laid you down on the mattress, pulling himself out of you. He smiled down at you, before he kneeled in front of you. You pulled yourself up to look into his eyes. “What are you doing, babe?”

Jey laughed. “I haven’t had my birthday cake yet,”

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mal-urameshi · 11 months

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Courting your honor part two 👀🙏🏾

Chronicles of Mama Okoye and Riri! XIII

Courting with Honor II

A/N: I did some research but shit, I wasn't in depth. So suspend your disbelief for me when it comes to the locations I listed here in Chicago. Thanks.

Riri grinned as she excitedly laced up her University Blue Jordan 1s. She stood up and checked herself out from the back in her mirror. She swung her hips from side to side before giving her butt a light smack, “Damn, I think my butt’s getting big!”

She walked up to her dresser and neatened up her already perfect edges before flashing herself another smile. Her straight-backs were on point, courtesy of her mother, and she smelled extra good too. Riri mumbled along to the rap song that was currently blasting in her room as she linked a gold chain around her neck while bopping her head, “Making all this money on my boss shit! Everything I do I keep a profit!”

“You fly as hell Riri.” She creased a finger over her already manicured eyebrows, “Ain’t nobody can test you. Ain’t nobody can do it like you!” She applied some lipgloss and smacked her lips together while she admired the way her arms looked in her crop top.

“Cash Money Records taking over for the 99’ and the 2000s!”

“Yo! This my song!”

Okoye nibbled on the last of her bread as her cup of tea vibrated across the table, which in turn caused some of the dark liquid to spill out of the cup, due to the sheer force of the music’s bass.

Okoye took up her cup and took a sip from its lip as she walked over to Riri’s room. She pushed open the door and was blessed by Bast herself with the sight of her daughter twerking her heart out in the middle of her bedroom.

“Girl you looks good won’t you back that ass up!” Riri rolled her hips to the beat of the music, completely oblivious to her mother taking in the show.

Okoye placed her cup on Riri’s work table, but the porcelain was on a mission to be bumped off the mahogany top. Okoye quickly remedied this by placing a particularly thick book over it to prevent any unfortunate messes.

She glanced over at her daughter who still hadn’t noticed her, lost in the music and high off of her excitement for the events of the day still to come. Okoye smiled and decided to join in on the fun, she gave a clap and jumped on beat with Riri.

Riri turned around and noticed that her mother joined in on her vibe, which caused her to laugh, “Go Mama! Go Mama! Throw that waist aye! CMB make you drop it like it’s hot! Drop it like it’s hot!” She rushed over to her bed and grabbed a few hundred dollar bills and started making it rain on Okoye, “The nyash is nyashing!”

Mother and Daughter fell over each other in laughter as the song came to its conclusion.

I got a bone to pick! I don’t want you monkey-mouth-

Okoye used her kimoyo beads to pause Riri’s music, “I swear, the neighbours are fed up of you.” She laughed as Riri picked up her money from the floor and put it in her purse.

“They dealt with my ass for 16 years, this ain’t new to them. They know what to expect.” Riri shrugged playfully as she threw her bag over her shoulder.

“Just know that I’ll be the one getting complaints while you are off on your date in the States.”

“C’mon, Ma! It’s almost the middle of the day. Ain’t nobody care about the music. Besides, Kendrick is good for the soul.”

Riri busted out a little dance in giddiness; she barely slept last night. All she could think about was Chicago. She was so excited she woke up super early, about to get ready but it had completely slipped her mind that timezones existed.

Riri still didn’t know how she did it, but she managed to convince her mother to allow her to stay just a little over 15 hours in the states for her date with Shuri. Her excuse was that eight hours wasn’t nearly enough to properly immerse herself in the rich culture of Chicago. And although 15 wasn’t enough either, it was at least 7 hours more than she was initially allowed. So Riri was grateful. And 15 hours meant they had to get a very early start. So she and Shuri agreed to leave at 11am and it was almost time to leave!

“Bring back a souvenir for your Umama.” Okoye chimed as she took her cup from under the book and sipped it on her way out.

Riri trailed behind her, ”Don’t worry Ma! I will! This’ll be like all the times you went out and bought stuff back for me. I’m definitely bringing home pizza and stuff. And snacks! Maybe an “I <3 Chicago T-Shirt’ too, just to be cheesy.”

Okoye made a face, “Bast, please, no shirts.”

Riri’s beads chimed with a call from Shuri and she quickly answered, “Hey, Riri I’m outside.”

“Okay! I’ma answer the door.” Riri hung up and did a little jump in excitement, “She’s here!”

She ran to the door and opened it before running into Shuri’s arms for a hug, “Hey!”

Shuri pressed a kiss to Riri’s forehead, “Hey!” Shuri then held Riri’s hand and made her do a little spin, “You look really good! Those cargos hug you really nice”

Riri smiled, “Thanks. I wanted to look cute but be practical since we gonna do lotsa walking, you know? I was feeling myself.” She then gave Shuri a once-over, “But look at you!”

Shuri held out her arms and did her own little spin, allowing her orange skirt to dance with her movements, “Oooh! I didn’t flash you did I?” She teased.

“You sure you wearing panties under there, girl?” Riri looked her up and down with a smirk.

“Ah!” Shuri clutched her imaginary pearls, “I am a decent young lady with honor and class.” She mocked her mother’s tone, which caused Riri to laugh.

Okoye walked outside and gasped, ”Oh my gosh! You girls look so adorable!”

Shuri beamed and Riri blushed.

“Thank you, Okoye.”

“Let me take a picture of you both!”

Riri and Shuri already knew the drill. It’s been like this ever since they were kids. They hugged each other as Okoye snapped the first picture before switching poses. They both kicked a leg up for the next one.

“I wanna hold you from behind for the next snapshot.” Riri exclaimed as she positioned herself behind Shuri and wrapped her arms around her waist.

“You’re mighty confident that you’d be visible in the frame, Riri.” Shuri teased before placing her hands over Riri’s for the picture.

Riri looked up at Shuri with a smug expression, “Please, I eat confidence for breakfast. You know this.”

Okoye swiped through the pictures, “The both of you are too cute!” She looked up from her kimoyo beads as she walked over to them, “Have a great day, okay?” She hugged and kissed Riri, ”Be safe.”

Riri hugged back Okoye, “Yea Ma! I will.”

Shuri held Riri’s hand as they walked over to the Royal Talon Fighter that was parked a little distance away.

“Can the both of you walk any slower? We’re burning daylight here.” T’Challa mockingly shook his head.

Shuri rolled her eyes, “Shouldn’t you be fawning over your girlfriend right now? It’s my date, not yours.”

“Nakia’s coming with us?” Riri queried.

Shuri silently nodded and then cleared her throat, “‘As much as I love my little sister and her long time best friend turned girlfriend, I’ll be bored watching them have their fun while I chaperone. So I deserve some company too.’”

“So what I’m hearing is we don’t have to have a helicopter sibling watching over us?” Riri asked as she swung both their arms as they boarded the ship.

“Correct! He’ll be too busy being Goo-goo Gaga to really pay us any mind.”

“Nice!”

Riri greeted Nakia before she took her seat next to Shuri who pulled out two phones, “iPhone or Samsung? We have to blend in, after all.”

“Yo!” Riri excitedly grabbed the iphone out of Shuri’s grasp and quickly scrolled through the features and noted the specs., “I think my great-great-great grandma used this kinda tech. Dang. It’s all clunky and shit. This is really the best Steve could do?” She pressed the phone to her arm and raised it again. “No built-in healing functions or anything?”

Shuri giggled at Riri’s roast and leaned back in her chair.

“So, what are the plans for today?” Riri drummed her fingers on Shuri’s lap in anticipation.

She held her fingers up to her lips, “It’s a secret.”

“Aw, come on! I’ve been nervous all week! The anticipation is killing me!” Riri slumped herself in the chair and crossed her arms.

“Okay, okay. Fine, since you want to be a sad baby about it, we’re going to the DuSable Black History Museum and Education Center. That’s the first venue.”

“Yes! That’s what I’m talking about!” Riri kicked up her feet and relaxed for the rest of the ride while making conversation with Shuri.

Just a little under two hours later, they touched down and arrived in front of the museum. Riri’s eyes sparkled in wonderment as she gaped at the building. Shuri grinned and swiftly snapped a picture of her girlfriend, “First memory procured.”

Riri held Shuri’s hand, “Let’s go inside!”

T’Challa cleared his throat to catch their attention, “Ring me on your cellular devices when you are ready to go to the next venue.”

Both girls nodded and hurried inside.

Nakia looked up at T’Challa, “Aren’t you supposed to be watching them?”

T’Challa lightly shrugged, “Yes, but they can take care of themselves. Shuri only asked me to come so that Mama would say yes. Besides, the Doras are in the area keeping a watchful eye on them. Do not worry, my love.”

“As you wander through these hallowed halls, you’ll encounter exhibits that chronicle the journey of Black pioneers, activists, artists and visionaries who shaped our nation. Discover the extraordinary legacy of Jean Baptiste Point DuSable, a Haitian-born trader who founded Chicago and ignited the flames of freedom.”

Riri listened in enjoyment as the guide talked about each exhibit with enthusiasm, tugging Shuri every which way to get closer looks at the artifacts and any amount of pictures her clunky phone could possibly hold.

“Hey!” Shuri called Riri over and pointed to a picture of a woman on display, “She kinda looks like you!” She read her name., “She went by Judy Harmon.”

Riri grinned,”You think she looks like me? For real?”

Shuri vehemently nodded, “Stand next to the picture so that I can get a photo for you!”

Riri did as was told and chucked her deuces up with a smile.

After the tour was over they both stood outside as Riri excitedly went on tangents about the knowledge that was bestowed on her, “Isn’t that awesome?! The Black Panthers had breakfast programs to feed the people in the communities, healthcare clinics.” She spun around and skipped down the stairs.

“Man, it’s fucked though what they did to Fred. Like…imagine the waves of change that could have happened had they not run up in his house and offed him like that.” She sucked her teeth and shook her head.

“And Huey. P. Newton! Ugh! He’s such a fricken badass! I want a poster of that shot with his gun on my wall back home! Black Power!” She threw a fist into the air as she jumped down the last of the steps.

Shuri grinned at Riri’s happiness, “I’m so happy you’re enjoying yourself, Riri. I can’t resist patting myself on the back for organizing this. You’re so vibrant!”

Riri patted Shuri’s back for her, “Nah. You outdid yourself and we were only at the first venue! I wanna see more!” She took a deep breath and exhaled, “It feels good being worldly.” She found herself going on another tangent as they walked down the street, “Despite all the suffering and hardships they went through as a people, the Black Americans still persevered. Even though they had their roots…beaten out of them. They managed to create something entirely new for themselves. Nah, I shouldn’t say that. Not everything was stripped of them, because the roots that dem colonizers tried to completely cut out from the Motherland still bleed into their culture in one way or another. The similarities are there. But man, they’re so innovative. I love that for them. They did that shit, man. Their spirit is contagious.”

Shuri silently nodded as Riri ranted. She’s heard Riri’s passions for the Black Americans on numerous occasions but she never tires of it. Riri had admired them to the point of picking up quite a few…or a lot of their ways. Their vernacular being the most prominent. But she never minded it, even though there were those back home who found her quite…peculiar for doing so.

“So what’s next?”

“We can either go to Millenium Park or…”

“You’re gonna show me the Bean?! Let’s go!”

T’Challa held up the cellphone as Shuri and Riri made funny faces at the camera. Shuri then plucked the phone from her brother and took selfies in their reflection of the sculpture, “Damn we look good!”

“No lies were told. You think we could climb that thing?”

Shuri looked at Riri and then the bean with a smirk, “As much as I’d love to, I’m sure that would be a law we would be breaking. And I’m not trying to get in trouble. I’d never hear the end of it.”

“You right, you right.” Riri agreed before the both broke out into laughter.

Soon enough, they found themselves on the Great Lawn having a picnic.

“How many of my arteries do you think are gonna be clogged by the time we get back home?”

Shuri crossed her legs, “All of them.”

The couple had an assortment of food laid out on their blanket: Deep dish pizza, hotdogs, buttermilk donuts, cinnamon rolls, nuggets and fries. You name it.

“That hotdog looks like it’ll give someone diarrhea.” Shuri side-eyed the bun.

“That’s the thrill of it. Will it? Won’t it? The good news is you’ll be able to go in the Talon Fighter and not those public restrooms," she chuckled and she picked up the hotdog.

“You can get food poisoning by yourself.” Shuri gave her a once over before she grabbed her phone, “But first a video for…documentation purposes!”

Riri looked into the camera and showed off the hotdog, “Welcome back to my channel! Today we’re doing a mukbang. This is called…the bad habit… doggy-style.”

Shuri snorted behind the camera, “The what?”

Riri gave a lopsided smile and shrugged, “I have to make it sound interesting because this crap ain’t a regular hotdog!”

“Okay, okay! Keep going!”

Riri waved around the hotdog, “Today we’re gonna find out if I’m gonna get exploded guts from this bad-boy or if Shuri is just being paranoid.”

Shuri turned the camera on herself, “I don’t think the street vendor washes his hands frequently, but Riri insisted it is part of the American experience. My kimoyo beads are on standby for any projectile vomiting that may ensue.”

The camera was back on Riri and she was now looking nervous.

“You know what on second thought...”

“No, no! You have to eat it! You insisted on buying it.”

“You out here making me rethink!”

“Pussy!! Pussy! Pussy!” Shuri bellowed through her laughs.

“I ain’t no pussy!”

“Eat it! Eat it!”

Riri sighed and bit into the hotdog and chewed a few times, “Bruh it ain’t that bad!” She bit into it again, “Like…it tastes well seasoned.”

The camera was on Shuri’s face again, “We’re all gathered here today in remembrance of my girlfriend, Riri. She was such a smart girl. But not smart enough to refuse food from filthy-”

Riri grabbed the phone and handed the hotdog to Shuri, “Experience it with me, baby.”

“I will not share a toilet seat with you.”

“Just try it, it’s good! I swear!”

Shuri eyed the hotdog and took a hesitant bite, “Oop- there Shuri goes, the glizzy in her mouth.”

Shuri threw a balled-up napkin at Riri as she laughed.

“Look at you! How does it taste?”

Shuri licked the corner of her mouth, “It is…acceptable.”

“Nah! You liked it! Admit it!”

Shuri rolled her eyes, “Okay. It was tasty.”

Shuri put down the hotdog as Riri killed the camera and tried one of the donuts.

“How is it?”

“Eh, too sweet and…creamy for me.” She handed it over for Shuri to try.

Shuri bit into it and shrugged, “I don’t think it’s that bad, actually.”

“So, where are we going next, Shuri?” Riri crawled over to Shuri to press a kiss to her lips, removing some of the cream that resided there.

“There is a concert here later this evening that I would have liked us to see, but I have somewhere else planned.”

Riri hung her head before making eye contact again, “Are you gonna tell me where it is?”

Shuri smirked, “Nope. That’s the finale! But we can go to Navy Pier!”

Okoye fiddled with her kimoyo beads, “Maybe I should call her to see how she’s going.”

Aneka groaned, “Okoye, leave Riri alone, she’s in good hands. She’s responsible.”

Ayo hummed in agreement, “Yes, yes. You worry too much. Let my niece enjoy herself.”

Okoye pouted,”But it’s just to check in, though.”

“No! What was the phrase? You will be cramping her style. I know if I was on a date, I’d hate it if my mother was calling me while I was trying to have a good time.”

“Yes, but I can’t help but wonder about the danger. What..what if one of those psychopath mass shooters pop up, eh? Bast forbid.” Okoye crossed her arms.

“Yes! Bast forbid! Geez, Okoye. Try to lighten up! You already told her she could go. There are two Doras with her, a War Dog who is also a former Dora and the Black Panther! Riri is fineee!” Aneka pulled a palm down her face.

“Okoye, you’re stressing out my wife, have a heart.” Ayo rubbed Aneka’s shoulder.

Okoye scoffed, “She is stressing herself out.”

“You know what you need? You need to get laid. “ Aneka teased, “Maybe this is like…some sort of pre-empty nest thing.”

“I do not need to do anything.” Okoye sighed, “Fine, maybe I am a little paranoid about Riri’s safety. It’s just that I know she’ll be safe in Wakanda, no matter what. Out there, I am not afforded that same peace of mind. When you have children, maybe then you’ll understand.”

Ayo placed a hand over Okoye’s, “Koko, Riri is like our own child too, and I understand your worry, but she’s responsible and growing up. She may not even want to stay in Wakanda forever. She could very much want to explore the world…which is more likely than not. And that’s okay.”

Okoye sighed, she heard what they were saying. She was hearing them. That didn’t mean she had to like it.

“Alright. I won’t cramp her style.”

“Thank Bast! You’ll see her in..however many hours are left in the day. Use this time to be free!” Aneka threw her arms up, “You’re child-free! Let’s go bar hopping! I’m tired of being cooped up in here.”

Ayo nodded, ”I’m in.”

They both looked at Okoye expectantly, “Alright. Let’s go!”

Riri popped the final three balloons with her darts and received a huge ego boost from Shuri’s cheering, “That was amazing, Riri! Your dexterity is unmatched.”

“I mean, no matter what it is, I’m good with my hands.” She winked at Shuri before the carny handed her the large stuffed black cat she picked out. Riri then turned to Shuri and presented it to her, “For my special girl.”

Shuri hugged the plushie extremely tight, “Ahh! He’s so cute! I shall name him Vibe!”

“You’re too freaking cute! Come here!” Riri hugged Shuri who returned the hug.

Shuri’s phone chimed with a notification and her eyes sparkled.

“Riri, remember that surprise I was telling you about?”

“Yea? Is it time?”

Shuri grinned and nodded, “I’m taking you to a Bull’s game!”

“Shut the heck up! You’re lying!” Riri squealed and jogged on the spot, “Are you being for real?”

“Yes! I know how much you love basketball and are a fan of Michael Jordan. So I had to come through for my girl.”

Riri tried to calm herself down, “Oh my God, Shuri. I love you!”

“Vibe loves you too,” Shuri made a kissy face and pressed the plush to Riri’s cheek, “And by the way, they’re floor seats.” She mentioned smugly.

Riri slapped her chest a few times, ”Don’t do me like this Shuri, my heart can’t take it.” She placed her hands on her knees.

“What are we waiting for? We have a game to get to!”

Shuri went to drop off her things in the Talon Fighter and emerged with two Bulls jerseys with the number ‘23’ emblazoned on them along with two hoodies.

“No way!”

“Yes way!”

“Authentic?” Her eyes bulged as she inspected the material.

“Right off of Jordan’s back himself. You know I’d never give you anything bootleg.”

Riri jumped up and gave Shuri a hug, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!!”

“You’re welcome, babygirl.”

She handed over one of her hoodies as well, “It’ll be cold in there. So wear it under your jersey.”

Not needing to be told twice, Riri threw on the hoodie and Jersey as they were walking inside.

After the game, Riri couldn’t stop talking about it as they were walking out, “Yooo that buzzer beater gave me chills! Lonzo was decent and Derrick really pulled his weight-”

Riri’s mouth hung open “Oh. My. Bast.”

Shuri followed Riri’s gaze at what beheld her. Or rather...who.

“That…Shuri that…that’s…”

“Michael Jordan. Yes.” She smirked as he was held up in conversation with someone.

“Did you know he was gonna be here?”

Shuri just shrugged, “Maybe, maybe not.”

“You think he’d autograph my jersey if I asked him?” She whisper-shouted.

“You won’t know if you don’t ask.”

The couple walked up to the man and Riri cleared her throat and waved at the man when he acknowledged them.

“Hi…Mr Jordan. I’m a really big fan and I don’t wanna seem rude or seem like I’m imposing or bothering you.” She gesticulated and scratched the back of her head, “But I was wondering if you could sign my jersey for me? Please?”

Michael smiled and nodded, “Sure! Do you have a pen?”

“Shit, no. I don’t.”

“I have one!” Shuri handed him a black marker.

Riri spun around and waited for him to sign her shirt. When he was done, she thanked him right before he excused himself.

“Shuri! How did you do that?”

“Do what, Riri?” She folded her lips to contain her laughs.

“Make him appear outta thin air!”

Shuri snickered, “I just did my research. I saw that he was going to attend this game in particular so I just…made it happen. I knew how much you’d have loved this.”

“Loved it? Nah I died and went to heaven or something!” She took Shuri’s hand in hers as she walked out. She pressed her lips to Shuri’s wrist and then hugged her arm,”I really enjoyed today, Shuri.”

Shuri grinned and patted herself on the back, “I’m so happy that you did! I was a little worried that you wouldn’t have liked it for some reason. You can say it was the nerves.”

“Nah! I loved every bit of this!”

They both entered the Royal Talon Fighter where T’Challa, Nakia and the two Doras were already waiting, “Every minute, itty bitty tiny detail of it. You carefully planned out everything and…” She made an exploding gesture.

“My mind is blown! Like for real. I can’t compute right now.”

Shuri sat down in her seat and Riri took off her shoes to properly cuddle in her lap “I know my ass is gonna sleep good when I get home.” Riri murmured.

Shuri wrapped her arms around Riri and rested her cheek against her forehead, “Same. My body is dead tired. I’m really glad you enjoyed yourself though.”

“Mmm.”

Shuri helped Riri inside with her food and souvenirs she got for her mother, just when Okoye walked into the house.

“Mama? I thought you were asleep?”

Okoye shook her head, ”I went on a night on the town with your Aunties.”

“Oouuu. Did you have fun?”

“Yea, I had fun! I brought back some stuff for you too! As promised.” She scrunched her brows, “It felt really weird spending money. It was kinda ghetto though, not gonna lie.”

Okoye laughed at that, “Indeed it is.”

Shuri gave Riri a hug and kissed goodbye. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

Riri nodded while giving Shuri one last hug, “It was really fun, Shuri.”

“Anytime, Riri. And there for sure will be a next time.”

Riri waved her off as Okoye locked up behind her.

“I take it your day went well?”

“So good, Mama.” She walked over to her mother and hugged her, “I learned so much and ate so much and I even caught a Bull’s game.” She slightly slurred, the events of the day finally catching up to her.

Okoye pressed a kiss to Riri’s forehead, “I’m happy to hear that, my Pebble. Come, you should go rest.”

Riri held up her arms, “Carry me, please Mama. I’m sooo tired.”

Okoye allowed Riri to wrap her arms around her neck as she hoisted her upwards and walked to her room, “All right. Bedtime.”

“And I ate a probably food poisoned hotdog, but it was so good. I brought home haf. You gotta try it, Ma.”

Okoye laughed out loud at that and affectionately rubbed her child’s cornrows, “Okay, Riri.”

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