#riri x reader

[quintessencewrites]

Yes, Daddy pt. 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then came along Shuri Udaku.

And Riri had her first sleepover since childhood. 

And her first friend.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You seen this?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the hell?”

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

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

“You okay with her catching ass from Kehlani?”

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

“Nigga, it’s Kehlani-”

“So?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And you’re okay with that?” 

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

“We who?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Riri had never been so silent, so unsure. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Riri started again. “I didn’t think-”

“Clearly-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you didn’t. 

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

This time, she hated it. 

It felt so empty, so final. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her knuckles rapped against the solid door with urgency. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What happened, Ri?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Over a week ago-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not until she learned it upset you. 

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

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

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

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

You, pacing the room, looking absolutely heartbroken.

You, on your knees, picking up your things. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was eerie how right she was. 

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

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

Shuri winced. Yeah, they had done that…

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

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

“Okay, what?”

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

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

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe whoever it was would take the hint and leave. 

They didn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then your eyes closed.

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

You remembered why you were avoiding Riri, ignoring Shuri. 

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

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

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

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

“Y’all broke into my room?”

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

“Not breaking in if I have the spare.”

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

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

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

“Shouldn’t have come at all-” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were still. 

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

“Silent treatment, baby? Forreal?”

The room was quiet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Poor you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slap. “Sound like a plan, Ri?”

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

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

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

“That sound like a plan, baby?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Red,” you spat at her. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You got a harem, Shuri? Hm?”

“No-” Her words were drowned under yours. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Getting ready for what?”

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

“Like hell you do.” 

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

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

“Y/n, you play too fucking much-” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course, I do, sana-”

“Good, then go do it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They kill for all your hoes?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who they taste like?” She demands. 

“You,” you reply breathily. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod, “Shuri, I-”

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

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

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

“D-daddy-” you manage to stutter out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You wore these for him?”

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

“How-” Shuri starts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“There you go, baby. Let it out.”

You began to splash around her fingers. 

“Good girl, nkosazana yam, keep going.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck, she was about to tear you apart. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shrugged, “It’s there.”

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

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[astoldbylanii]

Ignorance

dealers!shuriri x black!reader

warnings: smut, cursing, reader has a kid

-------------- "Is everyone clear on instructions?" Your professor asked from the front of the classroom. There were whispers among the class but ultimately everyone answered yes. Prof. Diggs nodded, giving permission to start the project before he took a seat at his desk. He was your art teacher, as calm and chill as they come. He was one of your favorites considering he wasn't always jumping down his students throats.

As you finally started to get into the flow of your sketch, his phone rang. He picked it up, muttering a few words before he stood from his desk, clearing his throat.

"I have to run down to the front office real quick. Best behavior please, lord knows I don't need miss Mulligan asking about my teaching capabilities. Again." He said, throwing on his suits jacket and tightening his tie. "Until I come back, ask your neighbor for help and if they can't I'll answer your questions when I get back." He instructed, saluting goodbye before he left the room. 

Immediately, the room was filled with chatter. You sighed, throwing down your pencil, your thought process now thrown off.

"What's wrong?" Your friend, Eden asked from beside you. She was already well along with her drawing. It looked like it was going to be of her late brother.

"This finna be hard as hell. You know I don't mess with that hyperrealism shit." You said, rolling your eyes as you picked up your pencil, twirling it around your fingers.

"Well, just draw someone but like, abstract. We're in the second semester, by now Diggs knows your style." She suggested, starting to blend her own piece at some points. You shook your head at her idea.

"Nah, he specifically said he wants it to look like he can touch the person. I don't know, I think I might just settle for a nice D at this point." You shrugged, staring at the circle on your page. You took the paper off, crumbling it in your hands and replaced it with a fresh one. After that you didn't pay any more attention to it, pulling out your own sketchbook instead.

"Shii, I could settle for some good D too." Eden joked, smacking your hand down when you playfully shoved her, laughing too. "I'm not kidding!" She said, glaring at you with an offended look when you continued laughing. She rolled her eyes, going back to her drawing as you went back to your sketch.

Some minutes passed by and you two sat there in silence, surrounded by chatter. You were looking for inspiration in your old works while she was focusing on her new one. You were confused when out the corner of your eye you saw her put down her pencil too. Thinking she might've been done already, you looked over to see it unfinished. But maybe that was the look she was going for. You went to ask about it when she spoke up first.

"Girl, who is that fine ass specimen walking towards us." She asked, gawking over whoever it was. You were sure they couldn't have been that good looking that she had to stop drawing, but you stood corrected when your gaze met Riri's. She had been surveying the room for you, and once the two of you made eye contact she started making her way up the stairs to you. "Wait why she coming up here? And why y'all staring at each other like y'all know each other? Wait, bitch, you know her?"

"Shhh!" You hushed, staring at Riri in shock as start to get closer to where you were seated. Why in the hell why she in your class? Much less in your building? You quickly fixed your shocked face when she stood in front of you, her hands in the pockets of her plain grey nike sweatsuit as she stared down at you. "The fuck is you doing here?" You whispered, looking around for any watching eyes.

"Since when you think it's ok to curse at me?" She asked, cocking her head to the side. You stayed silent, leaning back in your seat as you mugged her instead of apologizing. She chuckled down at you, obviously a little surprised at your attitude but she didn't mind it, knowing it'd be fixed in no time. "You haven't been answering our texts, mama."

"Yeah, I know." You said, rolling your eyes and going back to your sketchbook. Duh, why tf she staring the obvious like you don't know what you've been doing. You knew exactly what you were doing. Being petty. But ain't no way you was gon watch them sit there and talk to that girl and not react. This was you reacting, and they caused it so they can fix it.

Now you were starting to tick her off. You could tell you were. The way she rolled her tongue against her cheek as she looked down at you. The way her hand clenched up inside of her pocket. The way she softly scoffed under breath when your attention went back to your book. You could tell. It was because you knew how to piss her off. No eye contact, attitude, basically just being disrespectful. She was big on respect.

A hand came between you and your book and before you could stop it, it was snatched from your grasp. Your gaze snapped to her as you stood, trying to reach over the desk to grab the book but to no avail. She kept it out of your reach, using her free hand to grab your own, keeping you in place just from that grip. She leaned her head over your shoulder so her mouth was right by your ear.

"I don't know what you're trying to pull, but you're lucky your in class right now. When this class is over you're coming to The Palace. By then I want what ever you got going on fixed." She leaned away from your ear so you were face to face, looking you in the eye. "Or, I will fix it for you. Ok?" She warned, waiting for an answer. You nodded, though you changed to a verbal yes quick after you saw the look on her face. She smirked, pecking your lips before she pulled away. She caught sight of Eden, who's jaw had dropped at the affectionate action. Riri waved, knowing who she was to you before she took her exit, taking the sketchbook with her.

You assumed she took that for assurance that you'd actually show up at The Palace. She knew you rarely went anywhere without it. 

Finally relaxing again with her gone, you slumped in your chair. You groaned, dragging a hand down your face as you thought about how the rest of your day was going to go. If God was on your side today, you'd still be able to crawl come tomorrow. But it was Friday. Meaning you didn't have class for the next couple of days meaning both Riri and Shuri were less likely to take pity on you. Damn you fucked up. Why couldn't Riri have came on a Teusday?

"Bitch, you know Riri? Wait never mind, you fuck Riri? I couldn't tell that was her at first but you're with Riri? Wait a minute don't she got a girlfriend? And you bottom too? I knew you was just shit talking all them times you-"

"Eden!" You interrupted her, not enjoying the rant that was soon to come. "Yes, I'm with Riri. Yes she has a girlfriend, I'm with her too. Also no one needs to know about the whole bottom shit, you know? We can just...keep it to ourselves." You admitted, looking around the room for anyone that might've been watching the whole interaction. Why did she have to pull that in front everyone? She could've pulled you outside, texted you. You know what, maybe she did text, you had been ignoring her to be fair.

"We gon circle back to the bottom thing but girl you're with two fuckin drug dealers?!" Eden whisper-shouted but still you shushed her, not exactly fond of the idea of them getting caught. "I am shushing! How did you even manage to- wait how the fuck did she get in here?" She asked, looking around like she felt unsafe now.

"Girl first of all calm down. Acting like someone coming to kidnap your ass. They don't do that type of shit anyway. And that front office call was more than likely her so she could make her way up here. I also heard there was a tour or something today? She proli pretended to be apart of it." You answered, still stressed about what you were going to do after this class. You hoped it felt as long as English usually did, the longer you have to form a plan the better.

"Don't she go to MIT? The hell is she doing on Harvard campus?" Eden asked, but more to herself. For the first time since Riri left, she turned to look at you, seeing the nervous look on your face. "Girl why you shaking in your boots for? You bout to get your doonies beat down goodt. By two people! I'd be clacking my heels."

"I'm not even sure that's what's gon happen for real. That's what's making me nervous." You replied, taking your nail into your mouth to bite. Your best friend shrugged, going back to her painting.

"Well either way if you're not here next week I'll tell your teachers you had some sort of accident. Maybe one about your legs not working." She said, giggling to herself. You looked at her with a fake annoyed face, holding in the smile that threatened to show itself.

"You think you funny, huh?" ---------------- Finally, your last class was over. Usually you'd be happy but unfortunately it did not go by as slow as you had hoped. You had no plan. You'd have to go to The Palace.

"I still can't believe you ain't tell me." Eden said, packing up her bag. You rolled your eyes at her dramatics, hearing her sniff like she was crying. You swung your own bag over your shoulder, waiting for her to be finished.

"Girl please. Like you be telling me every person that be dicking you down every two to five business days." You scoffed. Eden paused her actions, lifting her eyes to stare at me.

"You ain't een had to do that." She shook her head, finally fitting that fat ass computer into that small ass bag. She threw her bag on and we started to head to the door. As soon as we turned into the hallway we were face to face with Riri. She had been posted up on the wall checking her watch. Eden looked between the two of us, quickly dismissing herself while wishing me good luck. 

Ri watched her leave before turning back to me, pushing herself off the wall. She was in the same outfit from before, except now her gold chain was untucked, and you could see what shoes she was wearing. They were just some dunks, ones Shuri bought all three of y'all so we could be matching. Coincidently, you happened to be wearing yours too. Riri leaned in closer to me, You thought she was going to greet you with a kiss. At the last minute, she swerved her head, reaching out and pulling my book bag from off your shoulder.

Yeah. Deserved that one.

She pulled your bag over her own shoulder, reaching her hand out to grab yours and smiling when you took it.

"I see ya attitude fixed." She said, using my hand to pull me so I was walking in front of her, then dropping it. "For now anyways."

"How you even here? I'm sure you got classes or something." You asked, wrapping your arms around yourself when you made it outside. It had gotten colder since morning. You'd forgotten to check the weather again and were wearing a short sleeve shirt. It was a little big too, which made it easier for the win to blow through.

"I got my ways. You of all people should know that by now." She answered shortly, giving you just enough for it to pass as an answer. You felt a soft fabric touch your shoulders and looked behind you to see Riri now in a grey shirt, continuing to make sure her hoodie was covering your shoulders.

"Thank you." You smiled, sticking your arms through the sleeves of the sweater. You zipped up the hoodie, leaning into the girl as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder, now next to you. She leaned down to press a kiss to your temple.

"'Course, ma." She muttered, using her free hand to take her phone out. You sunk into her some more. As petty as you had been, you'd miss her. You'd miss them. Of course you did, but you still weren't happy about the girl. You knew, however, there was no competition. Riri and Shuri would never do that to you. It was just the mere fact that they had entertained her. That's the part that bothered you.

You went to turn into the parking lot, only to be pulled in another direction by Riri. You looked up at her confused, but followed her nonetheless. She led you to some field on campus where a group of white guys were hanging. Some throwing a football, others just sitting and talking. She went up to one of the ones that were sitting, snatching the phone out of his hand. Your eyes widened, stepping behind her a little as she dropped her arm from around you, using both hands to type on his phone.

"Yo! What the fuck?" He yelled, standing up so his height difference was apparent. Riri was unfazed, continuing to type something on his phone. You looked over her shoulder, only to see her stuck on his cashapp, he was signed out. Obviously she didn't know the boy's password.

"You owe me." She told him, muttering something else under her breath as she turned the phone to him. "5k."

"5- what?!" He gritted his teeth, glancing around to make sure no one heard what they were talking about.

"I supplied your entire party white boy. That's how much you and your frat bros snorted. Pay up." Riri demanded. One thing you were quick to learn about her, there were three things she didn't play about. One of those being her money. She was gonna get it one way or another and when the boy didn't move you had learned that today it was going to be another. 

You could see Riri getting even more irritated than she already was about the payment being late in the first place. You saw her survey the place one last time before lifting her shirt just little, flashing something. You couldn't see it from behind her but the look on the boy's face told you what it was.

"Ok, damn." The boy agreed, snatching the phone. Riri dropped the end of her shirt, watching as he typed in the information. Soon he turned around the screen to face the two of you, showing that it was sent.

"Good, next time you do a deal with me again, have your money with you. I'm not doing no more after pay with you." She said, not waiting for a reply before she grabbed your hand again and started walking away. 

She led you to a familiar foreign and flashy car, opening the door for you to get in and crawling in after you. You could see Okoye, their right hand women, in the driver's seat through the divider of the front and back of the car. You waved shyly and she smiled at you through the rear view mirror.

"I thought you wanted me to meet you at the club, not pick me up." You expressed with slight confusion in your voice. Riri finished typing some things on her phone, sliding it back into her pocket to give you her undivided attention.

"So now you wanna listen?" She questioned, doing the same tilt with her head that she always did when she was mad. So she was definitely still mad. Okoye voided her eyes of the situation after hearing Riri's words, sliding the divider closed. You looked down at your hands, picking at the fresh polish on your nails. Only looking up when you heard Riri snickering. "Clearly I had some business to handle, figured I'd might as well pick you up too. That way I knew you couldn't avoid us. Not that you could even if I didn't."

You rolled your eyes at her cocky behavior, pulling out your own phone from your pocket. You typed in some things, noticing Riri looking at your screen from her position. Dialing your sister's number, you put it up to your ear waiting for her to pick up. "Hey Bianca!" You greeted once it finally did.

"Hey y/n, what's up?"

"Do you have any plans for this weekend? I'm gonna be running a little late tomorrow night, but I don't want you to be staying up late if you do have something to do." You questioned, feeling slightly guilty to be asking this of her.

"No no, it's fine! He can stay longer, it's no problem." Kylie answered, you could practically hear the smile in her voice. Man she must love kids. Asante had been staying there for a week now. Bianca had practically begged for him to come over and spend some time with his cousins, of course you said yes. She didn't live far from you so it wasn't like he couldn't attend school, and you could seen him whenever you liked. He'd been staying there since Wednesday now.

"Ok, thank you so much! I'll send you guys more money for some food and stuff. Could you please put Asante on the phone?" You asked, deciding against ending this call just to call the 6 year old's iPad. The babysitter agreed, and soon you heard your son's voice.

"Hi mommy!" His preppy voice blared through the phone, making you slightly pull the phone away from your ear in surprise.

"Hey baby." You giggled out, putting the phone against your ear. "Mommy's gonna be a little late coming home tomorrow. Do you think you'll be ok? Bianca's gonna stay with you a little longer."

"Yes! I love Aunty Bey, she bought me a new toy car! Does this mean we can have pizza for dinner?"

"Yes, you can have pizza for dinner." You agreed, laughing at his celebrations over the phone. "Okay, when I take you home you can tell me all about school today. Call me if anything happens, okay? I love you."

"You can tell me about yours too! Love you mommy, bye bye."

"Bye, 'Sante." You sighed, hanging up the phone. You put your phone away, looking at Riri after feeling her eyes on you the whole time. "What?"

"Asante could always come to the house, if you want." She offered, not trying to pressure you. You shook your head, laughing at the suggestion.

"No, thank you. The boy hasn't even met you yet, love." You denied, rubbing your hand over her knee. Riri shrugged, throwing her arm to rest on the back of the seats.

"Who's fault is that?" She taunted, watching as you turned your head away from her. She used her hand to turn your head back to her, wanting you to see that she was serious. "Me and Shuri plan on making you a wife. We aren't going anywhere, y/n. We care about you, which means we care about Asante. But, he's your son, we're not going to pressure you into meeting him. Just know that we want to." She assured. You smiled, pulling her in for a hug which she graciously accepted, wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her head on your chest.

"Thank you."

It's not that you didn't want them to meet Asante, your feelings were growing stronger by the day. You didn't stop they'd ever stop growing, really. You were just worried. You didn't want your son hurt. Emotionally, you didn't want him to get attach only for them to not come home one day, a job gone wrong. Physically, they protected you already, and you knew they would protect him even more. But still, there was always room for human error, and you didn't know if that was a chance you were willing to take. 

You loved them, but you would always love your son more. Who would you be to purposely put him in harms way for your own gain and comfort? Sacrifice was something you were used to when it came to Asante. But isn't that what mothers do? Then again, maybe there was supposed to be a certain balance. One that you didn't have. --------------- The Palace. It was their club, also their headquarters. It was protected and secured by all women bodyguards, Okoye being one of them. It was also where you met them for the first time, but that's neither here nor there.

You, Okoye, and Riri made your way through the entrance, the metal detector going off as you walked through, but no one said anything. Once you were inside, Riri pressed a small kiss to your head, making you turn to look at her questioningly.

"Go find Shuri, baby. I got something to handle real quick but I'll meet with y'all as soon as I'm done." She stated, signaling Okoye to follow her. You pressed a short kiss to her lips, wishing her luck with whatever she had to do. Then, both her and Okoye left your side.

You never felt scared to be alone in their club. You knew for a fact more than half of the guards were watching your every move, knowing they'd probably suffer consequences if anything happened to you under the roof of The Palace. 

Anyway, back to the problem at hand.

You did not want to find Shuri. She was more than likely pissed. Just like you knew what made Riri mad, you knew what made Shuri mad. And one thing she hated was being ignored by anyone, and you were no exception.

There was also that fact that she was the harsher one out of the two. Usually, you could always pull one over with Riri. Talking back, rolling your eyes, smacking your lips, the whole nine yards. At least, for a while. After a certain amount of times she'd get mad too. But with Shuri, she'd be mad if she even heard you thinking about talking back.

You weren't scared of her by any means, you knew she wouldn't do anything to hurt you purposefully. Intimidated though? Oh yeah, 100 percent you were shitting your pants. 

But their was no doubt Shuri had been alerted of your arrival and was keeping and eye out for you. So either she knew where your were and was on her way, or she was already here.

You sighed, excepting your fate as you made your way over to the stairs. She usually stayed on the upper two levels as they were more secluded and had some VIP sections. You climbed all the way up to the third level, hoping for some time to prepare yourself before she caught you.

Your hope was crushed when a hand wrapped around your throat, your back being pressed up against the wall behind you harshly. You were going to let out a panicked scream when your eyes met her familiar chocolate ones, a cocky smirk that her and Riri shared spreading across her face.

"My y/n." She greeted with a light smile, letting you catch a glimpse of the gold grills she wore today. You reached up to grab the wrist of the hang currently around your throat. Shuri noticed, loosening her grip just a little with caution. "What a surprise it is to see you here after what I think was-" She pretended to count on her free hand. "Right. Three weeks."

"It was actually two and a half weeks. Unless you rounded-" Your sentence was cut off when she tightened her grip once again, a silent warning that she was not in the mood for your slick comments today.

"Still a smart aleck." She observed. Her eyes trailed down your figure to take in your outfit, Riri's hoodie that was now open had fallen to an off the shoulder look, showcasing the cropped short sleeve you had on. Other than that, you just had on some simple ripped jeans with writing on them. 

Her eyes returned to yours, a certain glint in her eye that made you nervous. Just like Riri had, she leaned in closer so that her lips were right next to your ear as she spoke, her tone sending shivers down your spine. "I want you to tell me why you think it is ok to ignore me. To ignore Ri."

Keeping your act up, your turned you head away so she wasn't right next to your ear. Shuri only chuckled at your defiance, taking the opportunity to mark up the now open side of your neck. The hand that was once around your throat moved down so it was on you hip, keeping you pinned against the wall as her lips trailed down, pressing light kisses to your neck that you knew would get harsher soon.

Shuri moved her head so she was in your line of sight again.

"Things haven't changed since you were gone. When I ask you something, you answer." She said, watching as you turned away from her again, crossing your arms. She took your chin in between her thumb and finger, forcing you to look at her. "What happened to my good girl, baby?" She asked, swiping her thumb over your bottom lip. For a second, you almost fell for it. But you snapped yourself out of it, ripping yourself from her grasp and quickly walking away from her before she could react.

You were confused when you didn't hear her footsteps following after you. She could easily catch up as you were still very in her line of sight. But soon your question was answered when Riri appeared out of nowhere, turning a corner and backing into the same position you were just in. Pressed against a wall.

"Such a fucking brat. Walking away when we're talking to you, talking back. What are we gonna do with you?" She asked rhetorically. She gave you a smile, letting her hand come up to pull at one of your hairs that had fallen out of the bun you made. Shuri came to stand next to her and you pressed yourself further into the wall, if that was even possible. Separately, you were willing to pull almost everything. But when the two were finally together, you knew better than to try anything.

Unfortunately, it was too late for anything else. You had to continue. Gots to see it through my boy.

You were gonna 'see it through' alright. ---------------- "Please, I came already." You whined, trying to push Shuri's head away as you came down from your high for the umpteenth time. Riri's hand grabbed yours, pulling them away while she kissed on your neck, trying to calm you down.

"Cum again." Shuri muttered, pressing a wet kiss to your overstimulated clit, chuckling when you jumped from how sensitive you were.

You three had been going at it for what felt like forever. After the whole confrontation, they drove you to their house, teasing you the whole way. Once you did get there, they spared no time getting you to the bed. Since then, it felt like you had done everything under the sun but stop.

Literally, everything. You'd lost count of how many times you'd came, but you knew for a fact it had to be in double digits. You could only imagine how you looked.

Hair frizzy, sweaty, tear stains running down your cheeks, cum around your lips that you were unable to wipe yourself. Riri and Shuri didn't bother to either, quite liking the look on you. You were exhausted, overstimulated, and clinging on to consciousness by a pinky toenail. But they never stopped. There hasn't been a break since you walked through the door. 

At first, you were conflicted. You couldn't tell if you even wanted them to stop. It hurt so bad that it started to feel good. The pain blended in with the pleasure and you couldn't help but ask for more. But when you felt another one of Shuri's digits dip in for another round you knew something had to give.

"Okayyy, I'm sorry. Please." You begged, seeing your vision get cloudy as more tears appeared. Riri's voice came from behind you, you could feel her warm breath on your neck though you could barely make out what she was saying.

"Sorry for what, mama?" She pressed. All that came from you were mumbles of an apology as you still tried to break your hands from her grasp. 

In the moment you weren't in a good position to realize it, but the fact that she could keep you pinned down with just her own strength was making you even more wet than you already were. Shuri realized though, smirking between your legs as she slowed down her pace.

Shuri used her free hand to push herself up from the bed, kissing up your body and over fresh marks until she met your tired eyes. "What are you sorry for?" She repeated, looking down at you with lidded eyes of her own. 

You began to reply but only a groan left you when you felt her purposely angle her fingers at your favorite spot. "Hm?" She mocked, still waiting for an answer.

"M'm sorry for- fuck, sorry for ignoring you." You apologized, your head falling back onto Riri's shoulder as your eyes rolled behind your lids, feeling Shuri speed up once again, targeting that same spot. "Shit, Shuri please."

"Please what, baby?" She teased, tilting her head with a mock of confusion. You whined again, frustrated with her taunting.  

She shared a look over your shoulder with Riri, who released your hands and started to pin down you hips instead. Your hands immediately flew out for something to ground you. The first things you could get your hands on being Shuri's wrist and Riri's hand.

"Do you want her stop or do you want more? You're confusing her baby." Riri added, watching closely at how your brows furrowed and your back arched when she applied the slightest amount of pressure to your abused clit, practically shoving you over the edge.

"Stop! I want her to stop." You mumbled, finally able to get your thoughts together enough to make a complete sentence. Having some pity, Shuri slowly dragged her fingers against your walls while she pulled out, curling them one last time just to see you squirm. 

Just as slow, she brought them to her lips. Feeling both your and Riri's eyes watching her carefully, she decided at the last second that she wanted you to take them instead. She tapped them on your close lips, watching as you opened them to take in her coated digits.

Taking the sight in, she hums, obviously please with your obedience (as it did take a long time to get back). That was all the acknowledgement she gave you before she and Riri made eye contact over your shoulder again, and Riri's hand began to circle your bud again. 

You whimpered, trying to back yourself into the girl to get away from her touch. They both ignored you in their own conversation about what to do with you, Riri keeping you in place while Shuri forced her fingers further down your throat, making you gag.

Suddenly, the feeling of Shuri was ripped from your mouth and replaced with Riri's tongue as they tried to distract you from the feeling of Shuri's slender fingers dipping back into your already sensitive hole. You immediately pulled away, already feeling yourself starting to ache.

"Shuriii." You dragged, watching as the girl lowered between your thighs again. She shushed you, placing a delicate kiss to your thigh, though dangerously close with your entrance.

"Just one more baby, I promise." She soothed, caressing the same thigh she had kissed with her free hand. "Can you do that for us, love?" She spoke softly, taking one of your hands in hers to kiss.

"You've been doing so good for us tonight, pretty girl. We just wanna make you feel good one last time, can you let us do that mama?" Riri coaxed from behind you, rubbing soothing circles on your stomach to calm you. Debating, you took Riri's hand in your other one, trying to relax yourself into her. "One more, we promise." She whispered, pressing a sweet kiss right under your ear.

"Okay." You agreed. Your words came out mumbled but they both understood you. Shuri smiled up at you, pressing another kiss to your thigh as a thanks before she joined her fingers that had never stopped moving.

The second her tongue makes contact with your clit your hands are fisting through her hair, pulling around the tight coils on her head.

There are a few more strokes of her tongue before she wraps her lips around your awaiting clit, your slick coating her tongue as she swirls it around your clit just before wrapping her lips around the bud.

Her fingers are buried deep inside of your cunt as she sucks your pulsing bundle of nerves into her mouth. There's a second where she sucks just hard enough to make your vision go white at the same time Riri decides to pinch and rub on the sensitive buds on your chest.

Feeling the coil in your stomach tighten, you let out a load moan when Shuri curls her fingers against your g spot one more time before you let go, clenching the sheets in your hand. Riri whispers sweet praises in your ear, rubbing soothing circles on your hips to calm you down while Shuri fingers you through your high, waiting for your legs to stop shaking before she pulls away, your essence coating both her fingers and lips.

She slipped the drenched fingers between her lips, licking your cum from between her fingers before leaning over your frame to trap Riri's lips in her own, who moaned at the familiar taste of you. Though you were drained, you still manage to keep your hooded eyes open long enough to watch them swapping your cum with each others tongues, eventually swallowing when they had enough.

"Are you ok baby?" Shuri checked, rubbing your side comfortingly. You nodded, sinking into Riri more as she rubbed your thighs. Shuri leaned down, pressing multiple kisses to your forehead, cheeks, and nose, making you laugh tiredly, pushing her away. She smiled, leaving you to go get some new sheets, clothes and something to clean you up.

"It wasn't too much, right?" Riri asked softly. Confused by the question, you craned your head to look up at her, not even wanting to attempt to move your bottom half. Riri had already been looking down at you. "I mean, you didn't pass out this time, but still, we didn't overdo it too much?"

"No, Ri," You answered, reaching up with one of your hands to smooth over her cheek. "It felt good, I promise. Even though there was one point where I was fighting for consciousness." You joked and she smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of your head. "To be fair though, it was supposed to be a punishment so I figured it wouldn't be all love making and soft caressing."

"Yeah, why were you ignoring us in the first place?" She questioned. You shrugged distractedly, running your thumb over her furrowed brow. "y/n, I'm serious." She said, taking your hand from her face and holding it in her's. You let out a dramatic groan. She was ruining the vibes.

"I got mad because y'all were talking to that bitch Ashley." You mumbled, playing with the hand that had took yours. Before she could even respond you continued on, defending your actions. "But I had a right to be mad, I mean y'all went into a whole ass private room with that chick. Without me!"

"Ok, first off, Okoye was in there so we couldn't have done anything, not like we would want to. We only talk to Ashley about business, that conversation wasn't any different. But, if it helps whenever we talk to her again, we'll make sure you're there too." She compromised and you agreed, thanking her. You two continued talking until Shuri returned with a wet cloth, some sheets, and new clothes.

And the night ended with a nice warm bath. Which you fell asleep in. ----------------

You groaned waking up to the sound of your ringtone. You stretched, feeling a certain weight on your chest. Looking down you saw Riri sleeping soundly with one hand up your shirt and on your boob, Shuri spooning her. You smiled at the sight, reaching over to your nightstand for your phone. You wondered how two supposedly high alert dealers hadn't woken up from the sound, but no matter.

"Bianca?" You mumbled, messing with the features on Riri's face. Two big and bag drug lords and yet they looked like puppies in their sleep.

"y/n, when are you coming to get Asante? No rush, because I'd keep him around forever if you'd let me, I just wanna have him packed up and ready to go." Your sister asked, you could hear your nieces and nephews running around in the background. You pulled the phone away from your ear, checking your phone and groaning once you saw how close it was to noon.

"I'll be there at like, one. I still have to shower and everything." You said, rubbing your hand down your face. You and Bianca chatted about some smaller things before she finally hung up, giving you time to get ready. You smiled at the two next to you, leaning down to press a kiss onto both of their lips, even though they weren't awake to respond to it.

You pulled Riri's strong grip off your titty. She was holding on it like a hungry newborn. You replaced yourself with the pillow behind you, slipping out of the bed, only for you to stumble into the nightstand when you did, startling both of them awake. 

The two sprung up from their place as if they weren't just knocked with drool in the corner of their mouths, searching the room frantically until their eyes settled on you, who was currently using the nightstand to stand. They turned to look at each other, holding in their laughs. You glared at them, trying to keep yourself upright so they took your next words serious.

"Both of y'all shut the fuck up and come help me to the bathroom."

"We ain't een say nothing." Riri protested, though she swung her legs to the side, getting up to come help you.

"You ain't need to, your face said enough." You said, holding your hand up for her to help you. Riri disregarded your hand, her small frame bending down to toss you over her shoulder. "Riri!"

"You told me to help you, now you mad I'm helping you. You just acting like this cause we fucked ya lace front off and now you walking like there's an earthquake." 

"Shut the hell up and take me to the damn bathroom, Riri!" You demanded, smacking her back and flipping off Shuri who watched on from her position in the bed, clearly amused. ----------------

BRING BACK SHURI AND RIRI X READER ALL 2024!! I'm jumping into the writing scene because i honestly miss the era where everything was about them, and i miss some of my fav writers😔✊🏾

anyways hope yall enjoyed

thank you guys for the inspiration, whether old fics or new @shinsousliya @inmyheadimobsessed @quintessencewrites @saintwrld @marsolgy @pinkwright @vixentheplanet

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[jordisblogg]

self care day w ur gf

shuri.u x reader

warnings: no smut, but mentions of nudity, fluff, fluff, and more fluff!)

a/n: i just have a thing for shuri taking care of reader for some reason, she would definitely do this

border by: @meorasaki

you turned you wrist to rotate the shower faucet and letting the water drain out of the tub. your body dripped, skin and hair fresh from your wash. you decided to give yourself a self care day, you had already shaved and you decided it was also time for your hair to get washed, it was getting old and was starting to stink.

you rubbed your towel down your body as you dried yourself off.

“only one more thing left..” you sighed, eyeing your exfoliation products on your counter. all you needed to do was wash your face then you could finally relax.

you wrapped your hair in a towel as you walked over to your bath robe and tied it around your waist. and just as you turned on the warm water to finish up, there was a knock on your door.

“coming!” you turned the faucet off and walked up to your door. you looked through the peephole and saw your gorgeous girlfriend standing with her hands in her pockets, looking down at her feet.

“i know you’re at the door, sithandwa sam.” she looked up at the peephole. even though you knew she couldn’t see you, you ducked.

“state your name, sweetheart.” you teased, holding back a laugh.

shuri shook her head at your antics, “shuri udaku, may i come in, please?”

“you may!” you then opened the door up for her, letting her inside but not before she engulfed you in her arms, peppering kisses over your face and neck. your giggles were like music to her ears as she picked you up, closing the door behind her with her foot.

“i missed you..” she spoke softly in your ear, you almost got goosebumps. you pulled her head back to give her a peck on the lips. “i missed you too.”

she put you down, but kept her hand on your waist.

“so what’ve you been up to today, pretty girl?” fuck, you love it when she calls you that.

“nothing, just having a self care day. all i have left to do is exfoliate— oo! and put on my coco butter," you nearly forgot. "i should probably do that first then wash my face."

"could i do it?" the question knocked you back a little. it's not like shuri hasn't seen you naked but, you never thought she would ask that, though you both have been together for a while.

"you.. want to?" your voice barely came out in a whisper, shuri could see your embarrassment but she wanted to cater to you. just imagining the feeling of her soft hands rubbing on you made your stomach turn.

"please, usana?" she clasped her hands together, giving you that pout that she knows you can't resist.

"i mean.. only if you want to-" you barely finished your sentence before shuri picked you up and placed you on your bed and then went into your bathroom to fetch your coco butter and body powder. she came back and placed you toiletries on a nearby dresser before kneeling down to your level, your knees directly in front of her while your plush thighs clenched together, concealing your womanhood from her. you watched shuri as her fingers softly took the straps of your robe, looking up at you for permission one final time. once you gave her the okay, she slowly loosened it, letting your nude body come into view.

the cold air hit your skin as the fabric fell down your shoulders. you shivered slightly and the coolness of your skin contrasted with shuri's warm kisses.

“you’re so beautiful, usana..” you let your fingers run through her curls as she came up to give you a quick peck on the lips. when she pulled away she finally took the time to study your body and its features, from your perfect breasts to your plush stomach, to your thick thighs that she would bury herself in all day, if you let her. each stretch mark, every dimple, and those beautiful hip dips. she loved all of it, she loved all of you. but you soon turned embarrassed under her intense gaze.

“shuri, stop staring!” you turned your head away at and she gave a low chuckle before kissing your tummy.

“i apologize, umntwana wam, you look so ethereal. i just love to look at you..” she cheesed as you caressed her cheek lovingly.

“thank you, baby..”

shuri gently removed your hand from her face and kissed the back of it before she reached over to your dresser and pumped your coco butter into her palm. she rubbed her hands together and began at your calves, working her way up.

you watched her as she lathered you so intently, making sure she got every part of you. she handled you so gently, you were getting lost in the act.

shuri did always have this thing where she wanted to do everything for you, even if you were very much capable to do them yourself. she stayed giving you excuses to hold you, or if she didn't she would just do it without warning. she always looked at you as if you hung the moon itself, like you were her everything. and you were. she was so sweet, and caring, and you loved her dearly.

you stared at her soft lips as she attempted to engage in conversation with you, but you were so deep in thought that you didn't hear a word she said. you didn't even here hear her tell you when she was done.

"sthandwa sam?" you blinked and noticed that she was now staring at you with an amused look, her hand rested on your knees.

"huh?"

"i said i'm done, baby.." she giggled at your confusion, and you gave a bashful look before you requested, she hand you your bath robe. you took your girlfriend by the hand and led her to your bathroom. you then ran the warm water once more, and pulled out two face towels.

"you wanna do skincare with me?" you smiled and shuri watched as you mimicked her previous actions when you gave those same pleading puppy dog eyes, and clasped hands, and, of course, getting the same result.

"sure, my love.."

you had yourselves wash and cleanse your face before you put on the facemask on your skin, ignoring shuri's whines about how it stung.

after a long, exhausting day of taking care of your body, you were now finally able to relax, this time with your girlfriend. you both placed on your bed, with you placed in between her legs as you both finished up a show you had decided to start together.

and for the icing on the cake, you snapped a cute lil photo to post on your story, with a small caption, "selfcare day w bae!" in the bottom corner.

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[axailslink]

"Don't look over there. Look at me"

Your honor they're girlfriends and we're their devoted wives.

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[vampzxi]

𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

preview: she hums as she pulls away, leaving a spit trail connected to her lips and your nipple. her mouth travels to your neck, and she nips at it, adding to the collection of purple marks that already stain your brown skin. her hands cup your tits as she kisses behind your ear, “fuck, you’re so perfect, y/n,” her breath tickles your ear, and you shiver, smiling at the sound of your name. “i need you to go in the room and lay down, pretty girl. can you do that for me?”

a/n: THANK FUCK this fic is finally finished it was kicking my ass so bad. very sorry for the wait, i had a bunch of shit going on at home and with my mental in general( a nigga was struggling☠️). i'm a little better now, but i'll probably be extending my break until a little after the 15th (a nigga is graduating!! :P). also this fic did not turn out the way i thought it was going to...who wrote this ? like hello ? also this is kinda unedited. if you see anything wonky, shh. i love u guyth. saur much. ok sorry for the long ass author's note, nobody reading allat.

word count: 7k+ (fics getting longer and longer..)

tags: LOTS of teasing, like i was pissing myself off writing this…riri plays too much, fingering, (semi) public sex, masturbation, voyeurism, phone sex?, dom!riri, sub!reader, slightly bratty!reader, avenger!riri, (slightly) cocky!riri, overstimulation, pussy eating, (slight) ropebunny!riri, crying, dacryphilia (listen…), face sitting (riri receiving), strap slanger!riri, degradation, humiliation, praise, video taping, there’s a plot if you squint, riri’s chain makes me hard, hair pulling, (slight) slapping, riri being a big softie at the end, umm probably more that i forgot. whoopsi!

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ok ENUFF w that... here you guys go! enjoy ;P

“no goodbye kiss?” riri pretends to pout at you.

“you can kiss my ass on the way out,” you grumble, slamming the door, “get the fuck out my car.”

you walk over to the trunk and grab her luggage as she steps out of your car. “baby, what i do?” she yells over the airplane taking off.

you scoff, rolling your eyes, “you kept teasing me on the way here. you know ion like that shit,” you say, handing over her luggage.

she smiles and reaches out, "aw baby, don’t be like that. it’s so easy to get you worked up, it’s cute. come here.”

you roll your eyes again and embrace her tight, letting her firm arms squeeze your torso, “i’m tired of your ass.”

she presses a quick kiss on your forehead, “i love you too,” she rests her head on yours, “it’s only for a weekend.”

you groan, “i’m sure the Avengers will be fine without ironheart.”

“and i’m sure you’ll be aight without riri,” she pulls away and looks at you smirking, “you miss me already, huh?” you gasp as riri pushes you against the car, her playful eyes lingering on your lips.

“ri, don’t start-” she presses her mouth against yours, and a quick moan slips from you. you feel riri grin against you as she hears you, deepening the kiss. as her tongue slithers into your mouth, chills travel down your spine despite the humid air. the knot in your stomach tightens.

she lightly bites your bottom lip as she slowly breaks the kiss, her eyes never leaving yours, “riri…” you sigh, her lips traveling to your neck.

“‘sup, ma?” she nips at your neck, sucking the dark skin hard enough to leave a mark. the pet name makes your knees buckle as you lean against the car. riri’s calloused hands slide up your shirt and rub your sides as you gasp lightly.

“there’s people…,” you tuck a moan into your lip as she bites at your collarbone, “you’re gonna miss your flight-fuck,” she slips her hand down your waistband, grabbing a handful of your ass.

“i embarrass you, ma?” she inquires, her voice muffled by the skin in her mouth as she presses her teeth into it. your entire body heats up as she looks at you, expectant.

“no..i just-riri!” your words die in your throat with a whimper as she pushes her fingers against your damp panties, laughing at how you squirm under her.

“she’s so wet for me, haven’t even touched her yet,” she runs her finger up your slit as you hold back a moan, “she’s begging me to taste her, yeah? what you think, mama?”

you nod quickly as she continues to rub you through your underwear, whining every time her finger passes over your clit. “really? i can’t tell, she aint loud enough for me.”

“riri please…” you make eye contact with a man struggling with his luggage, and you quickly divert your attention, your face turning hot.

“i should eat her right in front of the airport,” riri uses her free hand to caress your cheek, and you lean into it as she applies more pressure to your clit, “let everyone know who she belongs to. let everyone know how needy she is. she’d like that, huh?”

“fuck, riri,” you moan. you’re grateful for the sound of airplanes passing overhead, because if not for them, surely the entire parking lot would have known riri’s name. “i don’t care, baby, please. i’ll make a big mess for you right here and let you do whatever you want. just..please, riri. i need you.” the band in your stomach tightens as you listen to her giggle.

“louder, baby.”

“FUCK, RIRI, PLEASE,” you grind on her fingers as they move along your underwear, ignoring the curious glances of passerbys.

she kisses you tenderly, making you melt under her lips. “hmm..what i tell you?” she murmurs into your mouth, “too damn easy.” she slides her hand out of your pants and pops her fingers into her mouth, swirling them around. “make sure you pick me up at 6 on monday, aight, ma?” the sight makes your pussy throb, but you just scoff as you watch, frustration overtaking your arousal.

“nah,” you push yourself off the car, fuming, “you got legs, nigga. you can walk.” she opens her mouth but you cut her off, pushing your finger into her chest, “matter of fact, use that fucking suit you always messing with. figure it out.”

your jabs do nothing but amuse her as she watches you climb back into the car. “so…no goodbye kiss?”

you shut the door and roll the window down, glaring at riri. truth was, you really did want to kiss her. but your frustration barred you from even thinking about it. “text me when your plane lands.”

“yes ma’am,” she sighs. she kisses her two fingers and places them against your temple. you watch her walk away with her luggage and so desperately want her to turn around. to turn around and yell “fuck the Avengers!!” and hop back into the passenger seat and kiss you until the windows fog. but she doesn’t. you sigh and shove the keys into the ignition and turn your music to 100, pulling out of the parking lot.

you open the door to your shared apartment, cringing at the silence. normally, ri would have her tunes playing, usually switching between Tyler, the Creator, Kehlani, Chief Keef, or Lauryn Hill. her inconsistent music taste always made your head spin, but now you yearn for it. if it wasn’t music, then she was sprawled on the bed, begging you to play just “one match” against her in Mortal Kombat or Smash Bros., knowing she would whoop your ass. you always gave in anyways, just to see the satisfaction on her face.

you drag yourself into your room and plop into bed, opening your phone. you haven’t checked it since you left the airport, too frustrated to even peek. you scroll through riri’s texts, your guilt building with every missed message you read.

you shoot her a quick “made it home, love you too,” and throw your phone into your pillows, groaning. she’s been edging you all day, building you up just to stop you from finishing. when you asked her why, she simply giggled and said, “to give you something to look forward to when i come back.” oh she pisses you off.

your mind wanders back to the airport. riri’s voice bounces around in your head, “it’s so easy to get you worked up,” and irritation builds in your gut. you think about the way her hands fit perfectly around your ass as she gripped it, her dull nails digging into your soft skin. you think about the way her fingers curled in you as you surrendered to her touch. you replay the moment in your mind, biting your lip. you embrace the familiar tug in your stomach, recalling the way riri’s fingers grazed you. your face turns hot as you clench your thighs together, breathing heavily.

you peel your jeans off and toss them in the corner. your hand slithers down to your wet front and you sigh as your clit finally gets the pressure it’s been waiting so patiently for. your fingers trace your slit through your wet underwear, your pussy begging for the release riri’s been denying you. her laugh echoes in the back of your mind as you push your panties aside, your arousal sticking to the fabric. you smirk, recalling how her breathing faltered when you would whine in her ear, the sound of your voice spurring her on.

you grab your phone and go back to riri’s messages, your fingers pressing the voice memo option before you can even think about it. as your phone starts recording, you slip your middle and ring fingers inside of you, moaning at how easily they slide in. you close your eyes and think back to riri, the thought of her listening to your moans sending shivers down your spine. you feel yourself getting wetter as you imagine riri's rough hands and tongue exploring every inch of you, imagining her whispers trailing up your spine, her mouth leaving marks on your neck. you drag your fingers in and out, the messy noises of your cunt filling the room. “fuck,” you groan into your mic as you curl your fingers into your g-spot. your hips buck under your hand as you pump them inside of you, dropping the phone on your chest. your other hand travels to your clit, pressing your fingers against the swollen bud. your back arches from the pressure, and another quick moan is stolen from your lips. you feel your body getting warmer as you get louder, giving in to the pleasure that's building up inside of you.

“riri…i’m so close,” you slip another finger in, whining as you speed up. you trace circles into your clit as groans tumble out of your mouth, rising in octaves. tears blur your vision as you near your edge, forcing yourself to go further. your gasps become shorter and quicker as you push yourself to your orgasm, “fuck, baby, i’m gonna cum! i’m cumming,” your head swims as your walls clench around your fingers, whining.

your eyes roll to the back of your head as you release onto your fingers, the white liquid gushing onto your sheets. you slide your fingers out as your chest heaves. you bite your lip as you press send on the audio message, smirking. you don’t know when she’ll listen to it, but you know the thought of you touching yourself when she isn’t here will send her into hysterics. and you giggle at the thought.

you pick up your phone again and open the camera, flipping it so your face fills the frame. you look crazed, with your curls sticking to your forehead and your brown eyes dilated. you smile and press record, dragging your fingers into your dripping cunt again. you moan at the sensation, your jaw hanging open as you push your digits into your overstimulated pussy. you stare into the camera and bring your wet fingers to your mouth, wrapping your tongue around them. you lick your cum off of your fingers, grinning into your phone, “was that loud enough for you, mama?” you suck your fingers and swallow the last of it, winking into the camera. you stop the video and press send, watching until it says delivered.

you toss your phone onto the bed and step into the bathroom to clean yourself up. after a quick shower, you throw on one of riri’s shirts and step out and pick up your phone again, checking your messages. your stomach twists as you see 3 dots in the corner of your screen, indicating that riri was typing. you hop onto the bed again, grinning hard enough to make your face ache. your head spins as you anticipate her response. you can’t contain the giggles spilling out of you as you imagine her reaction to the attachments, but that smile quickly drops when the dots fade away. you blink at your screen, waiting for them to reappear. after 5 minutes of nothing, you groan and shut your phone off, burying your face into your hands.

irritation creeps up your spine as you stare at your phone. was she really icing you out? whatever. you didn’t care. or she was probably busy at work, actively saving people, instead of listening to her girlfriend fuck herself. duty calls or whatever. your mind races through explanations so fast that your head starts to hurt.

you sigh and stretch across your bed, sleep creeping its way behind your eyelids. your finger hovers over the call button, contemplating. her contact image smiles back at you, squeezing your heart a bit as you remember her in her first ironheart suit, where she was too excited to even sit still. you took the picture before she successfully completed her first test flight, her eagerness evident on her face.

you sigh and decide against calling her, figuring she was busy. thinking it’ll be better to wait til the morning. surely she was too preoccupied to even pick up. you roll over, burying your face into riri’s pillow, letting her scent trace the inside of your nose. you inhale the cocoa butter smell, letting it lull you to sleep.

bang!

you shoot up, sleep clouding your mind as you rub your eyes. you fumble for your phone and wince when the light hits your eyes. 3:17am. “hello?” you call out into the darkness, fidgeting with your hair. silence answers you, making you bite your lip. you slide out of bed and tiptoe to your closet, grabbing the vibranium gauntlet that riri somehow managed to swipe from shuri. you laughed at her when she told you to keep it, but now you’re silently thanking her as you creep into the living room. you slip the gauntlet onto your wrist, holding it out in front of you as you feel the faint hum of the vibranium travel up your arm.

you notice the door hanging ajar, and you stiffen, gripping the glove tighter. “i…i have a weapon!” you squeak out, heart racing, “wakandan, too! you don’t wanna fuck with me!”

a soft chuckle emanates from the couch, and you whip your head around, using the soft blue glow of the gauntlet to guide you. you point it to the figure shrouded in darkness that was sitting comfortably on your couch. “last warning,” you keep your distance from the figure, but you know the power of the gauntlet will reach them in seconds.

“babygirl, put that shit down before you hurt yourself,” her voice makes your blood run cold, but you also basked in the relief she bought, “you know you clumsy.”

“shit, riri what the fuck?” you turn off the gauntlet and throw your hands into the air, “i thought i was bout to end up on a fucking true crime podcast. what the hell are you doing here?”

“uh, i live here?” you roll your eyes as you reach for the light switch, flipping it on. the sight of her manspreading on your couch made your knees weaker. her red hoodie and matching sweatpants did nothing to help. “i figured i’d swing by ‘cause you missed me so much.”

you laugh, taking the glove off and setting it on the kitchen counter, “sure. what happened to being an Avenger? don’t you have babies to save, or whatever they do?”

she sighs and stands up, taking two swift steps to you. her R-chain glints in your eye as she stares down at you, smirking, “i’m sure the Avengers will be fine without ironheart,” you smile as she shoots your words back at you, “you’re so damn needy, couldn’t leave you alone for long.”

she reaches out and wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you towards her. your cheek rests against her shoulder as you murmur, “i’m not needy.”

“you ain’t?” she reaches into her pocket, pulling her phone out, “you sure?”

you scoff and nod, “yo ass just wanted an excuse to come see me,” you pull away, “hold on, how’d you even get here?”

riri opens her phone, scrolling, “flew in that fucking suit you were talking about earlier…here it is,” she looks at you, her face unreadable, “ain’t this yo needy ass?”

you stare at her, puzzled, until the sounds reach your ears. amidst the panic of thinking there was an intruder in your home, you completely forgot what you had sent to riri. it all comes crashing back to you as your sultry moans emit from her phone, making your face hot. the noises of you playing with your wet cunt filled the room, your heavy breathing getting louder with each push of your fingers. “riri…i’m so close..” you hang your head, but riri grips your neck, forcing you to look at her.

“you was so vocal earlier…what happened, ma?” she turns up the volume, letting your voice echo through the living room. the splashing noises of you fucking yourself grow louder, along with your whines, as your gasps come through the mic. you press your thighs together, attempting to hide the arousal sliding down them.

the sounds end as you finish, and she shoves her phone back into her pocket, never breaking eye contact with you. her eyes boring into yours made you shiver, a smile playing on her plump lips. her hand tightens around your throat, and a moan slips from your mouth, “there it is.” her hand travels down to your underwear, prodding your clothed slit, “she’s so wet and i aint even touch her.”

your legs buckle as riri pushes against your clit, amusing herself with the way you lean into her. “fuck, ri,” you widen the gap in your legs, giving more access to your leaking cunt.

“hm?” she pulls her hand away, “what you want, ma?”

you’re too pent-up to put up a fight. you sigh into her shoulder, mumbling, “i want you, ri.”

riri’s hand returns to your underwear as she prods at your bud once more, making you whine into her ear. her jaw clenches as your whimpers fill her head, wanting nothing more than to see you crying under her as she sluts you out. but you had to earn it.

“use your words, mama,” riri moves your panties aside, sliding a singular digit into you with ease. your grip on her arm tightens as she slowly pumps her finger in and out of you, her brown eyes staring into yours.

“shit,” you tremble under her, “riri no more teasing, please. i need you to make me feel good. put me in my place. make me your bitch-i’ll take anything you give me, baby,” you throw your head back as she slips another finger in, her slow pace making your mind foggy, “fuck me, riri.”

“you gon’ be a good girl and make a mess for me, baby?” she quickens her pace, making it hard for you to keep your balance, “you gon’ let me tear this pussy up?”

you frantically nod, listening to riri play with your arousal. her eyes light up at the sight of her fingers disappearing into you, entranced by the sounds of your squelching pussy. “i’m your good girl, ri. i’ll do anything you tell me.” your walls clench around her fingers, eliciting a low groan from the back of her throat. the sound makes you quiver, hungry for more.

riri’s boxers are beyond damp as she listens to you. “so messy for me,” she kisses your head as she pulls her fingers out and you gasp at the absence of her digits inside you, “do me a favor, baby, and i promise i’ll give you what you want.”

you whine as she steps away from you and you stumble slightly, “you promise?”

“yeah, baby, i promise,” you smile as she cups your face and kisses you gently, her breath tickling your upper lip. your tongue runs across her bottom lip and she grins against you. riri speaks in between kisses,“i need these,” she tugs at your underwear, “gone. and this?” she pulls at the shirt hanging from your body, “never wanna see it again.”

you giggle, rocking on your heels, “but this is your shirt.”

“i’ll be ight. it looks better on the floor anyways,” she watches as you slowly pull the shirt over your head, her eyes fixed on your erect nipples. she resists the urge to step forward and squeeze and lick at the brown buds, but she reminds herself to wait.

you toss the shirt onto the floor, and your panties are next. the fabric is borderline glued to your wet cunt as you peel them off and toss them in the same corner as your shirt. you look back at riri, curling into yourself as she stares at you. it’s been around a year since y’all got together, but her gaze still makes you nervous. you cross your arms over your chest, suddenly self-conscious.

“nah, baby, let me see you,” riri steps forward and moves your arms to your sides. her eyes fall to your chest again, and your breath falters as she reaches forward and envelops your nipple in her warm mouth. she groans under you as her other hand reaches up to fondle your other boob. you bite back a moan as you grip her braids, watching the way she kisses your chest.

“oooh! shit, ri,” she smirks as she bites on your nipple, making you wince. her wet tongue rubs over it, chasing away the sting she left.

she hums as she pulls away, leaving a spit trail connected to her lips and your nipple. her mouth travels to your neck, and she nips at it, adding to the collection of purple marks that already stain your brown skin. her hands cup your tits as she kisses behind your ear, “fuck, you’re so perfect, y/n,” her breath tickles your ear, and you shiver, smiling at the sound of your name. “i need you to go in the room and lay down, pretty girl. can you do that for me?”

“fuck you, ri” you gasp as you throw your head back and clench your thighs, the incessant buzzing between your legs driving you to tears.

as soon as ri stepped into the room, wearing nothing but her boxers, her R-chain, and a shit-eating grin, you knew she wasn’t done teasing you. “i’m making you work for this shit, you think i flew all the way down here just to give in to yo needy ass?” she chuckled, “you got me fucked up. hands above your head.”

“say that shit again, ma. i might just consider letting you go,” she uses her vibrator to apply more pressure to your clit, making your back arch off the bed. your hands squirm against your restraints as you cry out.

riri’s eyes are glued to your bloodshot ones, grinning so hard, you’re wondering how her damn face doesn’t hurt. “ri..fuck,” you pant, your sweat-slicked chest heaving, “i can’t. i’m gonna cum-ah!”

riri uses her free hand to slip 3 fingers into your puffy pussy, pumping at a rapid pace, “you can. and you won’t,” your overstimulated cunt clenches around her as she circles your sensitive clit with the vibrator, “not until you apologize.” a whimper tumbles out of your mouth as you buck your sore hips.

your eyes roll as another jolt of pleasure courses through you, making your stomach tighten. you grit your teeth in frustration as she bites at your trembling thighs, the stinging bringing you closer to your edge, “i..fuck!” you crane your head down, making eye contact with the grinning girl as her fingers continue to pound into you, “haah..kiss my ass.”

you smile weakly to yourself as you watch irritation cross riri’s face, “aight, bet,” she laughs, slowing her pace. you smirk as she pulls her fingers out, praying she’ll finally end the assault on your clit. but your prayers go unanswered as she increases the speed of the vibrator, making you flinch.

your voice cracks as she slips her fingers back into you, this time adding an extra one. she moans at the sound of you, relishing the way you crumble under her, “yeah, you was so big and bad earlier. what happened?” she curls her fingers into your sweet spot, and you can feel your orgasm starting to leak onto riri’s fingers.

“i’m sorry!” you wail, spit forming in the corners of your mouth, “ri, baby, i’m sorry! please, please, let me cum. i can’t hold it anymore.” hot tears cloud your vision.

“huh?” riri’s digits twist inside you, making your back arch once more. you wish your hands were free so you could smush that stupid ass grin off her face, “ian hear you, baby.”

“i’m sorry! i’m so sorry,” you start to babble, rutting your hips against riri, “i won’t do it again. i’ll be good. i was being needy because i missed you!”

riri’s fingers slow as she looks at you, “who’s my bratty girl?”

“i am,” you huff, the buzzing of the toy slowly creeping through your entire body.

“who’s pussy is this?”

“it’s yours, ri!”

riri hums and removes her fingers and the vibrator, making you sigh in relief. her lips gravitate to your swollen bud like a magnet, kissing it softly. “good shit, baby. let it out for me,” her tongue dances between your folds, “flood my shit.”

“fuck, i’m cumming, ri!” you squirm against your restraints and moan as riri’s fingers dig into your thighs, stopping them from closing as she licks you up.

her tongue grazes your clit and you squirt on her without warning, fat tears rolling down your face as your orgasm splashes onto riri. she opens her mouth, not letting a single drop go to waste. your arms burn from the strain of them hanging pathetically over your head as you struggle against them, watching riri continue to suck on your overstimulated cunt. “ri, baby-shit. i came, i came!”

“yeah.” riri mumbles into you as she sticks her tongue into your entrance, slurping you up. she eats you like your pussy is a drug, never stopping to come up for air. your legs twitch uncontrollably as she moans into you, the vibrations going straight to your core. she reaches up and tweaks one of your nipples, making your eyes cross.

your safeword is resting just behind your lips, ready to tumble out of your mouth, when riri presses one final kiss against your entrance and pulls away. “such a pretty pussy,” she coos, eyes locked on the wet spot on the bed, “could eat her all day.” your chest heaves as you struggle to catch your breath, and your cunt throbs as you watch her suck the rest of your release from her fingers, her chain winking at you in the dim lighting as she sits up.

“let me go?” you mumble, head swimming. she finally looks back at you, taking in your blissed-out state. she smiles and kisses you deeply as you moan into her mouth.

“where you at, mama?” she looks down at you, concern swimming in her eyes, “just say the word, and i’ll run you a bath.”

while you would appreciate the warm water soothing the welts riri left behind, you also can’t get enough. you shake your head, “i..want more,” you look at her, a lazy smile playing on your lips, “wanna taste you,” you watch her bite her lip as she listens to you, “please, riri.”

riri rubs circles on your stomach, pecking your temple and humming, “you think you deserve it? have you been good?”

you nod quickly, “did so good for you…” she leans over you and reaches for the rope around your wrists, her low-hanging necklace brushing against your face.

as your arms are released, she gently takes your wrists and kisses them, alleviating the burn of your restraints. you sigh as you relax into riri, wrapping your arms around her. “thank you for being such a good girl baby,” she kisses you again, “you gonna let me sit on your pretty face?”

her words send shivers down your spine, and you whimper as you nod. “tell me how bad you want it,” she rubs her hands over your thighs, coaxing the plea out of you.

“please…riri. i wanna taste you so bad, i want you to smother me, i want your pretty pussy on my face. make a mess in my mouth and ruin me,” you babble desperately.

riri swallows a moan as she listens to you, trying to keep herself from becoming undone with just your words. “shit, ma. you got me so wet,” she admits, “you wanna see?”

she grins as you rapidly nod, giggling at your eagerness. her finger traces your belly button as she leans closer to your ear, her breath making your body quiver, “lay on your back for me, baby.”

“just sit down, ri,” you coo, her thighs straddling your face as her glistening pussy hovers above you, “please, mama.”

“say ahh for me,” riri’s voice barely registers to you, as you’re too focused on the line of arousal slowly trailing from her cunt, your breath catching in your chest as you suppress yet another needy whine. your attention snaps back to riri as she pops your thigh, the sting making you suck your teeth, “open your fucking mouth. you ain’t have a problem keeping it wide open earlier.”

“shut the hell up and sit down,” you mutter impatiently.

“i don’t know who the hell you think you talk-shit“ riri’s cut short by you as you push down on her waist, letting her drenched pussy fall into your mouth. an abrupt moan escapes her as your nose brushes her clit.

“shit, baby, right there,” riri throws her head back as you suck on her folds, savoring the way your tongue fits perfectly in her. she tastes better than anything you’ve ever eaten, like nectar to a bee. ambrosia to a goddess. she writhes above you as you lap her up, eyes rolling to the back of your head. your grip on her thighs tighten as her hips rock, letting her cunt slide across your face as she hums, “you like this, don’t you? needy slut.”

you dig your fingernails into riri’s thighs, leaving small, crescent-shaped marks as her insult sends a shudder down your spine. you look up at her, watching how her face contorts as your lips wrap around her swollen bud. her jaw hangs open as she continues to ride your face, her chain swinging with each rut of her hips.

“fuck, i’m bout to..” riri tries to bite back a whimper, but your ears catch it. you slide your tongue into her, drawing out a long moan from the prodigy on top of you. her thighs tremble as she grabs fistfuls of your curls, grinding her hot cunt further into your mouth.

“you gon let me flood your pretty face, baby?” riri smiles as you hum your confirmation, the vibration of your voice making her head spin, “let me cum in that dirty mouth, yeah?”

you look up at riri as you press sloppy kisses onto her pussy, relishing the way she bounces on your face. “fuck, baby. feels so good..shit!” her back arches as you gather her clit in your mouth once more, sucking on it, “im cumming! im-“

riri’s hands fly to her tits as she gropes them, riding her orgasm out on your face. you moan as you watch, maintaining eye contact with her as she creams in your mouth, the thick liquid coating your throat. her legs twitch as you continue to lick her clean, your tongue traveling over her folds. “aight, baby, i’m done, i’m done, fuck!” she cries out as you release your grip on her thighs.

riri lifts off of you and plops onto the bed, chest heaving, “how i taste, ma?”

you roll over and press a long kiss onto riri’s lips, hands trailing down her body. she moans into your mouth, wrapping her arms around you to pull you closer. her tongue slips into your past your lips, swirling around your mouth. you push your hips into her, your throbbing clit brushing against her leg.

riri grins against your mouth before rolling on top of you and bringing her knee up to your cunt, “you want me to keep going?” she laughs as you nod vigorously, “needy ass.”

she slides off the bed and walks into the shared closet, disappearing for a bit. you sit up as you watch her walk back to the bed with her most prized possession.

“where’d you get that one from, ri?” you watch as she steps into the harness of her strap, staring curiously at the purple-veined appendage.

“don’t worry bout it,” riri fastens the strap to her and looks up at you, mischief dancing in her eyes, “hand me my phone.”

you knit your brows in confusion as you reach for her long forgotten hoodie and fish out her phone from the pocket. you toss it to her, “for what?”

“you’ll see,” she smirks at you, “you already know what position i like you in. bend over.”

your eyes screw shut as riri aligns the strap with your hole, the tip brushing against your overstimulated clit.

“ri…please,” you mumble, squirming against the rope tied across your wrists once more. she uses one hand to dig her nails into your hip while she uses the other to stroke the tip between your folds.

“please what, baby?” riri coos, her voice dripping with disdain, “ask the camera. you had no problem doing it earlier.”

you shut your eyes tighter, mortification burning through your cheeks. riri had propped her phone up on the pillows in front of you after tying your hands behind you, letting them sit snugly on your lower back.

your eyes shoot open as riri’s hand slams down on your ass and you wince from the impact. “i know you heard me,” she grabs a handful of your curls and tugs at them, forcing you to stare straight at yourself in her phone camera, taking in your pathetic state. eyes puffy, tears staining your cheeks, your messy hair sticking up in various directions. riri takes pride in knowing she’s the cause of your current state.

her cold chain drags against your burning back as she leans over to whisper in your ear, “don’t act brand new. tell them how bad you want me to fuck your pretty brains out.”

panic seizes your chest as you crane your head away from the camera to look at riri, “‘them’? you’re gonna show this to people? what the fuck, ri?” you splutter.

“nah, i bet you would like that though, huh?” she chuckles, “wanna show everyone how much of a needy whore you are? want them to see how pretty you look when i fill you up?”

she turns your head back to her phone as you whine, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach. “ri…”

your whimper makes her laugh, “speak up, babygirl.”

the way your nickname rolls off her tongue pushes you to the edge, “SHIT, ri. just fuck me, please. i want you inside me, fuck me stupid. i wanna feel y-“

your words die at your lips as riri rams into you, the tip of the strap brushing against your cervix. “you talk too much,” riri mutters as you cry out. you can’t form a coherent response as she continues to thrust into you at rapid speeds, her groans making you clench around the faux dick buried in you. “she’s so fucking tight for me..god.”

“you..you can feel me?” you struggle against your restraints and wince as the rope digs into your skin.

“yeah…was working on it before…fuck, mama keep squeezing my shit just like that!” riri gasps as she digs into your g-spot.

“YES, riri, right there,” you watch your body in the camera, shaking from the impact of her thrusts, “i can’t…hold it” tears swim in your vision, and you fight against them, “please let me cum..oh fuck!” you choke out a sob as her hand slithers to your neck and her fingers tighten around your throat.

“hold that shit,” ri’s says through gritted teeth as her pace becomes sloppy. your pulsating cunt continues to constrict around her, causing her to emit a low groan, “you look so pretty when you’re full of dick.” the corner of her mouth quirks up into a smirk as she listens to your whimpers, “now tell the camera how good i feel.”

“please, ri,” you whine. she tightens her grip around your throat as a warning, and you involuntarily moan. “shit, riri fucks me so good. she makes my pussy feel so good!”

“yeah, good shit, baby.” riri’s hips kiss yours as she continues to slam into you, her dick burying into your core. you feel your orgasm approaching, the familiar tug in your stomach becoming stronger with each push into your puffy pussy. riri bites her bottom lip as your walls tighten around her, making her eyes roll to the ceiling, “can i fill this you up, mama? you gon let me cum in this pretty pussy?”

riri knocks into your g-spot and you finally let your tears fall as you moan, “YES, riri. please fill me up. flood my shit, baby!” your voice cracks as you yell, desperately wanting to break free of the rope binding your wrists.

“oh my god..are you fucking crying?” riri looks at your wet cheeks and scrunched face as she pumps into you. she removes her hand from your neck and grips your curls, turning your tear-soaked face around to look at her. she leans forward and presses her tongue flat against your cheek, letting the salty fluid settle on her tastebuds as she moans. “you see how lame you look? you’re so goddamn needy,” she smirks, dragging her tongue across your cheek, “i knew i couldn’t leave you alone for long.”

“ri…i’m so close-please,” you blubber, “been so good..for you.”

riri resumes her rapid pace and you chomp down on your bottom lip. “yeah? who’s the only one that makes you feel this good?”

“you, riri, only you!” your eyes cross as her palm smacks your ass, with riri fascinated by the way it jiggles.

“who’s pussy is this?” riri’s chest heaves, her pounding becoming erratic. her orgasm is quickly approaching, but she wants to watch you become undone first.

you scream in response, your back arching as you squirt onto riri. your release splashes on her as you moan, throwing your head into the sheets. “shit, baby, im..fuck, i’m about to cum!” riri groans, digging her fingernails into your hips, “ke-keep squeezing me like that. wanna feel your pretty pussy.”

“fill me up, ma,” you plead, throwing your ass back on the Avenger, “please, baby! wanna feel yo-”

“shut up!” riri says with a snarl as she shoves her fingers in your mouth, making you clench as she gags you. riri moans, throwing her head back as she drills her strap deeper into you, “fuck, baby. just like that! i’m…i’m bout to..”

your eyes roll to the back of your head as her seed shoots into your cunt, relishing the warmth that fills you. you bite down on her fingers and moan in sync with her, relaxing your body.

as she pulls out of you, her creamy release pours out of you, dripping onto the sheets. you collapse onto the bed, breathing heavily as your eyes flutter closed. riri chuckles and steps peels the strap off, tossing it into a forgotten corner of the room. she rubs small circles into your back and places her lips on yours, kissing you deeply. “you did so good for me, my beautiful girl,” you smile at the compliment, feeling her scatter sweet kisses across your face.

“can you walk, baby?” she asks softly, starting to untie the rope at your hands. you don’t even have the energy to talk, much less stand. riri understands your silence and let’s out a soft laugh, rubbing your wrists and easing the ache that your restraints left behind.

“i’m gonna run you a bath, then i’ll be right back,” you nod drowsily as she presses another kiss to your temple and walks to the bathroom, humming. you envy her endurance, the way she’s able to bounce back after leaving you strewn out across the bed. you turn your head, watching the muscles in riri’s back shift with each step. riri disappears into the bathroom and you let the sound of running water lull you to sleep.

“you never answered my question,” you say as riri plays in your wet curls as your back lays against her chest. you’re positioned between her legs in the tub, letting the smell of the floral bubble bath and the sound of Raveena’s Still Dreaming surround you as you lean into her touch.

“you ask a lot of questions, baby,” riri chuckles and slides her hands to your thighs and starts to rub them. you relax into her, relishing the sensation of her fingers kneading into your soft skin.

you roll your eyes as she massages your legs, “okay, yeah, but you never told me where you got that strap from,” you huff, “like what was that?”

riri’s hands falter slightly at your question, but she catches herself and resumes rubbing your thighs. you pretend not to notice. “it, uh..” she sighs, “don’t laugh.”

“why would i laugh?” you scoff, turning your head to look at her.

“cause yo ass always giggling about something,” ri swats at you, and you smile, “don’t try and hold it back now. look at you, always ready to laugh at someone.”

“just answer the question, ri,” you say impatiently. riri sighs and moves her hands to your shoulders, gripping them firmly.

you sigh and melt into her touch as she rubs circles into your shoulders, “it’s just a project i’ve been working on for a minute,” riri’s hands glide down your back as she rubs your sides, “it started as a joke, but when i met you...i guess i actually had a reason to finish it.”

you bite back a giddy giggle as you turn around in riri’s lap, looking at her. she stares back at you, her eyes gleaming. your chest grows warm as you watch her smile, her perfect set of teeth on full display. “i told you not to laugh,” she pushes a curl from your head.

“i know, i’m sorry, baby,” you plant a kiss onto her forehead, “you’re just so fucking smart, like damn. how’d you even come up with that?”

riri’s eyes widen at the compliment as her grin grows wider. you know how self-critical she is towards herself, so watching her become undone with a simple compliment makes you melt. “thank you, mama,” she reaches up and grips your chin, her wet palm pulling you towards her lips. she kisses you fondly, relishing the way your arms wrap around her waist. the music and the smells fade around you as you get lost in riri’s touch, committing the way she tastes to your memory.

you shiver under her and riri breaks the kiss, leaving your lips cold. you pout at her and lean in for another one, missing her warmth. but she softly pushes you away, “the water’s getting cold, baby,” she smiles, “come on,” she motions for you to get out of her lap.

you climb out of the tub as she lets the water out, watching the bubbles disappear down the drain. you turn around, and riri startles you by wrapping you in a towel and throwing you over her shoulder. you shriek, swinging your feet and laughing, “ri!!”

laughing, she flips you onto the bed and kisses you, intertwining her fingers with yours. you giggle into her mouth and throw the blanket over your naked bodies.

riri groans as her phone starts to ring, breaking the kiss. “hold on, baby, i think that’s work.” you roll your eyes and huff as she reaches over to grab her phone, putting it on speaker. “yeah?”

“riri, where the hell have you been?” smooth xhosa comes from the other side of the line, “you left without saying anything…again.”

“hey, shuri,” riri runs her hands through her braids, “i uh…” she looks at you smirk, “family emergency?”

“i didn’t get this primitive device just for you to lie in my face,” shuri sighs, “hi, y/n.”

your eyes widen as riri rolls hers, “she ain’t even here, you trippin.”

“hi,” you say, giggling when riri scowls at you.

“right. anyways,” you can practically hear shuri’s eye-roll through the screen, “fury’s pissed and he has kamala and me out looking for you. i’ve been trying to cover for your ass but we need you. kamala’s getting annoying.”

“yeah. i’ll be there tomorrow,” riri ignores you when you swat at her arm, frowning, “tell fury i’m busy. ion even need to be there, for real, but aight.”

“yeah, okay,” shuri sighs, “he’s gonna chew you out for missing patrols again.”

“man, ion give a fuck,” riri laughs, “but i’ll hit you back later?”

“yeah. bye, riri. bye, y/n. don’t keep her up too late.” before you can object, shuri hangs up the phone.

“‘be back tomorrow?’” you cross your arms and pout, your frown growing deeper as riri laughs.

“baby, i’ll be back the night after,” riri scoots closer to you and spoons you, letting your hair tickle her nose, “and then no more trips for the rest of the year, unless it’s with you.”

“good.” you smile, relaxing into her arms.

“so fucking needy,” she whispers, laughing and kissing your cheek.

you both drift off to sleep together, with riri snoring softly. riri ended up oversleeping, causing her phone to constantly go off with calls from nick fury, shuri, and even kamala. both of you were oblivious, too busy snoozing in each other’s arms.

⭐️

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[s0lam33y]

All Night

riri williams x reader

a/n: y’all lowkey I been on my shit like imo know I been in the studioooo lately. Anyway, I’m working on a longer piece and decided to release this drabble in the meantime.

@pvnks0ul @kissvamps @xchoxix @onyxstones-world @blushyrawrz

overworked!riri x reader

Sometimes you wish you were in your wife’s brain. To be fair anyone would, she has one of the most brilliant minds on the planet.

You lean against the kitchen counter and watch a crinkle form in between her brows as she scribbles on a blueprint. Her hands are covered in pen ink while she continues to focus.

You watch her gather her locks in a bun and sit them on top of her head.

“Y/N, This shit isn’t fuckin’ working.” She groans. Dropping the pen in frustration. You can’t help but grin once you approach her, letting her rest her head against your chest.

You can finally see her work, elaborate sketches of her new suit all scattered everywhere. She’s been complaining about the fly time on the recent one she has and the inside of it isn’t as comfortable as she’d like. The small scratches on her torso are evidence enough.

“What’s wrong?” You question. You don’t understand all the mechanics behind the suit but it looks nearly identical to the one she has now.

“I can’t make the suit too thick then it’s just impractical, but I need more space to fucking breath, I could change the material of the inside but I need to pick something that can withstand the hot metal, it’s too much, why couldn’t I be normal and practice law or something?” She huffs into your skin. She’s so dramatic at times.

“Well, then the world wouldn’t experience your greatness and all that plus you’re too smart to go into law and you’re too much of a smart ass.” You point out to feel her laugh against your chest. Your hand lifts up to gently caress her wispy baby hairs.

“Man, fuck you. I’d make a good ass lawyer.” She murmurs sleepily as her arms wrap around your waist. They’ve been getting more toned everyday. You feel the soft cotton of her tank top press into your thighs.

“That’s debatable.” You shrug. You can feel how tired is she is and it’s been a long time since she’s joined you in bed. But you don’t want her to not give this another attempt so you place a kiss on her forehead before speaking.

“Think again, try harder, then come to bed.” You order. She hums feigning irritation at the fact that you didn’t order her to bed. She lets go reluctantly but not without lifting up your oversized shirt to kiss at your bare stomach.

You settle into bed without her, leaving her side empty. You lie on your side and the second your eyes begin to feel empty, weight settles next to you. She’s in too early.

“Did you find a solution?” You interrogate her and telling by that grin on her face, you both know she didn’t find a solution.

“No, girl, fuck the suit.” She chuckles boyishly and you’d scold her but her arms tighten around you, her front presses against your back. You can’t complain.

After a couple moments of silence, you raise your voice.

“Did you figure it out?”

Her body is already dead weight against your own.

If you saw a typo, no you didn’t.

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this is screaming shuriri x y/n

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[un-deniable-me3]

could y’all chill on the smut pieces pLEaSe 😭 I’m here for s** of (most) kinds (you kinky mfs). But it’s getting annoying to see every character I wanna read just a normal like getting together or anger or fluff piece on, be overwhelmed by smut pieces honestly. Like I’m seeing no real stories in these tags. It’s giving I wanna literally block the word smut

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[heejayy]

I Don’t Wanna Be Loved

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

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

Pairing • Riri x Black Fem! Reader

WC: 3.0K

Music Rec: Quickie - Miguel

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You groaned frustrated wanting to punch something “Fuck!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s yo problem?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yo wassup…”

“Ri-“

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

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

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

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

“Yo what the fuck is your problem?”

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

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

“You’re really gonna kick me-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then what?” She asked noticing your hesitation.

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

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

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

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

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

“So what do you suggest i do?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck I’m- nnhghhh ri!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[quintessencewrites]

Emotionally Unavailable

cheating! sub! Riri x cheating! fem! black! switch! reader x dom! Shuri

Your thumbs hooked into the elastic of her waistband, pulling down slowly. Further down, her pants went until the tattoo on her hips was completely visible.

 Two little hearts, one on each hip. One black, one red, both nothing but line art because Riri wasn’t drunk enough to handle the pain. The matching pair to the red and black ones etched onto your skin in permanence in the same spot. 

A souvenir from your last last time. 

Warnings: 18+!!! smut ahead!!!! ANGST, cheating, established relationship (Shuri and Riri), previous relationship (Shuri and reader), they ain't in a relationship, but they fucking (Riri and reader), threesome, this whole damn story is toxic, y'all, exhobitionism, squirting, masturbation, overstimulation, praise kink, slight degradation, fingering, public? sex, oral sex, anal, strap slinging Shuri, explicit language, stalking? sub Riri (she's so cute), Dom Shuri, switch reader, mami kink, so many that I probably missed.

Word Count: 8.3k

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Riri’s head was in the clouds, her feet trailing the ground. Each step she took was staggered and unsure, and if her heart were to pound in her chest any harder, it’d be sure to crack the bony cage that contained it. She was so slow to approach you, quite literally digging her toes into the ground so that her feet dragged along the linoleum of the mall floor. 

Her pupils retracted, panicked, glancing back at the large doors she’d just walked through. Maybe she could turn around and pretend she had gotten her dates mixed up before you spotted her-

“Riri- motherfuckin’- Williams!”

Too late. 

Your voice was embarrassingly loud; even you couldn’t help but cringe when it carried across the ample space, and several pairs of eyes traveled with it. 

Her head ducked, and her pace doubled, and she thanked Bast for her mahogany complexion that masked the heat that started in her cheeks and spread through her face.  

“You gotta be so loud?” Riri questioned with a hiss. 

The light reflecting off the steel table that your elbows rested on caught her eye, and they slowly rose, aligning her line of vision with an entirely different view: you. 

Your face rested in your cupped hands, cheeks puffed just slightly. Riri’s eyes stopped on yours, enchanted by the way they danced. Mischief waltzed and amusement tangoed, and together, they pulled Riri in further and further and further until she was swept off her feet-

She tried to shake away her disappointment when the sound of you clearing your throat dragged her back to bleak reality. 

“You tryna silence me?”

A smirk played at the corner of your lips, and Riri felt the corners of hers twitch. Damn, you and that contagious smile, the type of smile that started on your glowing face and spread to the face of those around you like a sickly disease. 

“Never that.” Your grin had broken the girl with an iron heart, and she allowed her body to relax, lowering it into the seat across from you. “Bast help the woman who tries.”

Riri’s back kissed the frigid metal of her chair, and her arms folded across her chest as she sat back beneath your oh-so-intense stare. A string of explicits floated through her mind, though she didn’t dare utter any aloud. She craved to know your thoughts while mapping out her face with your stare.

And yes, it was childish to admit that she stared back, engaging you in a contest neither of you had partaken in since grade school. 

And yes, it was even more childish to admit the joy that she felt when you looked away, declaring her winner. 

“Why am I here, Riri?” 

Your eyes refused to meet hers, instead studying the march of people who passed by.

“I wanted to see an old friend. That a crime?” Riri’s voice was pitched high, her vocal cords tight. You could hear her throat bob with the lie just produced from it. The sound of your hum, the way she could feel it vibrate through the air- Bast, you weren’t supposed to have this effect on her. 

“An old friend?”

“Yes, an old friend.” Her answer was short, quick. You leaned forward just a tad, and Riri was back to silently cursing you.

Fuck you, man, fuck you. How dare you wear that top, that low-cut top, with the lace, the string, and the memories- the memories…

 Damn, you and that damn top. 

“Does Shuri know we’re old friends?” 

She didn’t. You knew she didn’t, and Riri did nothing but confirm that when she finally pulled her eyes away from you and tossed her head to the side. She stared off at nothing, face concealed by the braids that fell past her shoulders. Her jaw was tight, her eyes hung low, and guilt darkened her features. It was an emotion she’d grown used to feeling, one that she quickly swallowed away when your fingertips brushed her cheeks, pushing away her braided curtain. 

“I didn’t think so.”

Riri’s inhale was deep, shaky, and unsure, and her eyes welled behind what must’ve been a dozen- no, dozens- of thoughts. 

She was sinking in those thoughts, unmoving and unaware of your movements, until you stood before her with an outstretched hand. 

Not one word was spoken, but when the warmth of her hand rested in yours, it felt just like it had so many times before- it felt right.  

Riri let you lead her away, abandoning the table and taking up space in the family bathroom instead. Her feet moved independently, taking a few precautionary steps back while you turned the lock until it clicked. 

The tears dancing along the brim of her lids never fully evaporated, threatening to spill in streaks down her mahogany cheeks. Her eyes shifted, watching your curls bounce with the shake of your head and your back pressed against the wall adjacent to her with the cross of your arms. 

“C’mon, Ri, baby. You know I don’t do crying.” 

The floor was suddenly more interesting than the expression you were giving her. “My bad,” she mumbled, so low you barely caught it.

Something was looming over you, gluing you both in place. Riri didn’t dare move before you asked the question she knew was coming, and you didn’t dare move until she answered it. 

“How is Shuri?”

There it was. 

The broken piece that connected you two- the Princess of Wakanda. 

Your ex-girlfriend and Riri’s current one. 

Shuri was so fucking enticing, so goddamn alluring.

Y’know those picture-perfect relationships? The ones everyone envied that made them go, “They still together?” 

Those long, drawn-out relationships where you rarely saw one without the other, and they were so nauseatingly in love whenever you saw the two. 

Yeah, that was you and Shuri. Picture perfect for three long years. 

Perfectly in love, except for those nights when Shuri never came to bed, existing only in her lab.

You were perfectly in love, but she didn’t know how to interact with you when your mood changed, so she ignored you. 

So perfectly in love, but she was emotionally unavailable. 

You were still perfectly in love with her when the decision to end it crossed your mind; it took a full three months before you could do it. 

Still stupidly in love when she didn’t cry, didn’t blink. She’d kissed your cheek and walked off.

Still so stupidly in love when Riri reached out twelve months ago, two years post you and Shuri. How foolish were you to continue listening to her spill past “Me and Shuri been talking for a minute-”

You were stupidly in love and genuinely foolish to offer the girl some advice, to reveal your secrets on penetrating the impenetrable Shuri Udaku.

And yes, you were pretty stupid and foolish when the advice-seeking changed to the storytelling of shared experiences, sexual and non. It started so innocently; there was no reason it had to be a secret. 

But it was. And it worked in your favor when the locations became less and less public, and the experiences became more and more intimate. 

Every few weeks, you and Ri promised each other that that would be the last time. That last time had yet to come, and the actual last time the two of you met up as “old friends,” it concluded with her pussy in your mouth like it always did. 

This time was proving to end no differently.

“Shuri’s being Shuri,” the girl mumbled, her tiny body shrinking into itself even further. 

Hmm, she listened to you hum. “What’s new?”

“Not a damn thing.”

“And that’s a problem?”

“It is. Your advice isn’t working.”

You’d been taking very timid steps forward, closing the space between you until it no longer existed. Your faces were inches apart, and you caught a whiff of Riri’s scent, a fragrance you’d been missing- warm vanilla and spice. Cinnamon? Cardamom? You couldn’t figure it out, and some part of you didn’t want to; let it stay a mystery.

“Do you want my advice to work?” Truth be told, you didn’t. The advice you were giving her was sound, but on her own accord, Riri was fucking it up. Your advice working meant that this ended. 

And she wasn’t ready for it to end. 

Her lips didn’t offer the expected answer; you thought they’d part and she’d speak. Instead, they remained sealed and pressed harshly to yours. 

The kiss was desperate. You could only imagine that Shuri had only been pecking these lips briefly before disappearing for hours, maybe days on end; Riri needed this. 

She needed your mouth moving in tandem with hers. She needed you to taste her, to lick that breathy moan from her lips. 

So you did. And it was delicious. 

You kissed her with vigor, entangling your tongue with hers and trapping her head between the palms of your hands to hold her in place. 

Riri’s hands roamed, unsure of where to rest. They grabbed at your hips, squeezing and caressing until that didn’t feel right, so then they ran along your spine, pressing you further into her, but that wasn’t satiable either. 

Her movements were distracting and overwhelming. It was too easy for you to gather both her wrists in one of your hands and stretch them above her head, pinning them there. Your free hand rested on her hip, guiding her body until her back was met with a solid wall, encaging her between that and you. 

She had nowhere to move and nowhere to grab, and you were free to take her in as you pleased. 

Riri looked so pretty, hands pinned above her head, eyes blown with lust, lips parted with a gasp. Her vision blurred, eyes rolling back into her head with your lips pressed into her neck. You nipped and bit and licked away the sting of your bites. 

Beneath your touch, Ri’s hips shifted, her knees buckling. Her thighs pressed together, trying to ignore the growing slick between them.

“Do you want my advice to work, baby?”

She only moaned in response, with a long, drawn-out whine when your mouth left her skin. Your back straightened, forehead resting on hers while your fingers found the hem of her pants, teasing along them. 

“Talk to me, Ri; you ain’ never been this quiet. What do you want me to do, baby?”

Riri’s pretty head was swimming with thoughts that made no sense. She wanted you to touch her, to take her, to taste her. She tried to lose herself underneath your grasp; she wanted your name to roll off her tongue over and over and over until she came.

But deep down, a part of her wanted it to be Shuri she came apart for. 

Her deception of the Wakandan princess never got any easier, making this time no different than the last. Or the time before that, or the one before that-

Last time, Riri thought to herself. This will be the last time.

Ought to make it worth it.

Your fingers traced the little tuft of landing strip on Riri’s otherwise bare pussy- it was just how you liked it, which meant Shuri, indeed, hadn’t been down here in a while to notice. 

Her hips wiggled beneath you, urging you to go lower. 

“When was the last time you came, baby?” 

Riri stuttered through her response, “I-it’s been a couple days. M-my vibrator died, haven’t recharged it.”

“Oh, poor baby.” Your words muddied, lips returning to the crevice in Ri’s neck and refusing to leave. “When’s the last time she made you come?”

Riri’s chest rose with a deep inhale while the following exhale caught in her throat. Your name fell from her pretty lips, swollen from your kiss, with a long whine.

“Tell me, Ri.” Unfortunately for Riri, you were gonna get your answer one way or another. The electricity that shot through her body when you finally touched her clit felt so good it hurt. 

“Shit!” She hissed through clenched teeth. “Weeks, ma. It’s been weeks.” Her declaration was breathy, hard to admit with how your padded fingertips drew tight circles around her swollen bud. 

“Ohh, baby-” Goddamn, Riri hated how pity carried in your words. You were intentional with your antagonization, feeling the sorriness you felt for her in the pit of your stomach. “You need this then, huh?”

Riri tucked her lips away between her teeth. Her eyes were slits, and her muscles strained against you, wanting so badly to free herself from your cuffed hands so she could feel you. 

The spot beneath her ear lobe was susceptible, and as soon as your tongue grazed it, the poor girl’s knees buckled. Had it not been for your knee between her thighs, Riri would’ve collected in a puddle on the floor. 

“Tell me you need this, Riri.” You spoke with her earlobe between your teeth.

Not a decipherable thought was passing through Ri’s pretty head. The ability to speak a comprehensible sentence went as well, as evident by how she attempted to say, “I need this.” It came out slurred and broken, like an alcoholic who didn’t know when to stop. 

Her wish to be free was soon granted when you released her wrists, allowing blood flow to return through her arms. They fell to rest on the back of your head, pushing you further into her neck as though to suffocate you.

Her hips met yours, grinding harshly and drawing a coated chuckle from you. “Impatient thing.”

“I-I need this, ma,” she spoke then, explicitly.

“I know, baby,” you whispered for her ears and her ears only. You could feel the sigh of relief she released when your lips moved to her chest and down her sternum. Riri’s hands stayed tangled in your curls while yours ran along her sides.   

A shiver started in her tailbone and shot up her spine, curling her back and displaying the parts of her that your lips met. “Ohh,” even her exhales were sweet sounding.

Down her belly, your kisses continued, along her belly button, until you were face to face with her pelvis. Your thumbs hooked into the elastic of her waistband, pulling down slowly. Further down, her pants went until the tattoo on her hips was completely visible.

 Two little hearts, one on each hip. One black, one red, both nothing but line art because Riri wasn’t drunk enough to handle the pain. The matching pair to the red and black ones etched onto your skin in permanence in the same spot. 

A souvenir from your last last time. 

Riri drew in a shaky breath when your lips pressed against each heart, fitting perfectly into the shape like they were made for you.

They were.

“They healing so pretty, baby.”

The smirk that stretched across Riri’s face was purely seductive. “I know, right?”

“What she say bout them?” Your trail of kisses continued south until Riri’s pants piled around her ankles. 

Riri’s eyes shifted to the ceiling, her refusal to answer written all over her face. 

Her reaction was answer enough; Shuri probably hadn’t even noticed them. 

A heavy sigh expanded your lungs. “Oh, my baby,” your words were as smooth as your tongue, running across Riri’s clit with a quick swipe. Her moans were like music to your ears. They were deep and long; you would surely pull many more from her. 

“You don’t deserve that, baby.” Another drawn-out moan floated from her lips while yours attached to her clit, sucking like you’d been deprived. The sound that came from you shook her from the inside out. The moment the taste of her cunt landed on your tongue, your restraint snapped. You dug in, licking and lapping like it was the last taste you’d ever get. “Imma make it up to you.”

“Fuck, ma,” Riri was too loud for you to be in a public place, but for the time being, neither of you cared. Her fingers threaded through your kinks, tugging hard at your scalp. Her hips thrust, and her back arched, offering her pussy in its entirety to your mouth. 

Her body had already turned to mush beneath you, being held up only by your hands on her thighs. Your tongue flattened, spreading to lick as much of Riri as you could. Her swollen lips were slick with your spit and her wetness. The dampness continued like a river; the more you licked and lapped, the wetter she grew. Your mouth met every inch of her down there, your lips disappearing between hers before you came back up for air. 

“Shit, mami. Fuck-” The only words Riri could call out were the string of obscenities coming from her mouth. This feeling, this overwhelming heat she hadn’t felt in so long, felt so good. The type of warmth started in her cunt where your tongue worked her relentlessly and spread to her thighs, where your nails embedded into her flesh. It dug deep into her stomach, where her abs constricted, holding back the dam that would be her orgasm.

Not even the knocking at the door could pull either of you away from this moment. It barely pulled your mouth away from Riri long enough to yell, “Inna minute!” 

She was so close. You couldn’t abandon the girl now; push her to the edge and deal with the consequences later. 

And Bast, was she right on the fucking edge. Riri’s legs were shaking, her body trembling in your grasp, while hers was too tight on your head. Her pussy was fucking dripping, coating your nose and chin, and cheeks. Your lips enclosed around her clit while your head violently shook back and forth. Your tongue stroked the swollen bean slowly, a stark contrast with the quickness of the rest of your movements. Cum, you thought, as if Riri could read them. Fucking cum for me, drown me. 

Maybe Riri Williams was a telepath because, in the next second, you really were drowning beneath her. 

Riri was a mean squirter; the steady stream showed no mercy, barely allowing you time to tilt your head to catch every drop in your mouth instead of through your nostrils. 

She shook as if she were possessed, hands wrapped so tightly in your hair, you were sure she’d pulled a few strands out. You had no choice but to stay where you were and take it, repeatedly listening to your name fall from her tongue.

Her legs shook a little less, her grip a little looser, and though you had the strong desire to cough to clear your lungs of the cum that didn’t belong there, you weren’t ready for this to be over. Before Ri could come down fully, two of your fingers slipped into her dripping cunt with ease. 

“S-shit, ma, I can’t.”

“Safeword, Ri?” You pumped into her slowly, not wanting to rush this orgasm. You wanted to savor it.

“M-mami, I can’t.” Riri rolled her bottom lip between her teeth, a small string of saliva seeping through the corner of her mouth as she stared down at you.

“Say the safe word then, baby. I know you remember it; it’s the same every time.” Your fingers picked up speed just slightly before slowing back down. You were going to edge her to it this time. She had to earn it. 

Riri only whined in response, spreading her shaky legs even further for you.

“Say it, baby. Say the word, and I’ll stop.” Your free hand ran up and down her thigh, easily tracing along the suppleness. Hesitation flashed across her face, but only for a moment. 

She wasn’t going to let that safe word leave her lips. You knew she would if she needed to, but just like you, she fucking wanted this.

“I can’t, ma,” she huffed. 

“You can,” your lips planted along her inner thighs, coating them in her slick. “I know you can. Give me one more.”

Riri’s eyes locked on yours, giving you a slight nod. “One more?”

“Yeah, baby girl. Just one more.” Your fingers picked up speed, splashing her wet cunt even further, coating your forearm in her essence. 

“Shit” seemed to be her favorite word today because it was the only thing she could say from this point on. 

You continued plowing her pussy, whispering encouragement along the way. “That’s my girl” and “There you go, baby,” when her walls would tighten around you, making it hard for your thrusts to continue as they were. 

You could tell she was right there. Her breathing deepened, her moans picking up speed, all flowing into one another. “Cum for me, Riri.”

Her arms were sprawled against the wall behind her to keep her standing. She could only nod in response, her mouth wide open, eyes rolled back. Riri’s only focus then was doing what you asked, so she shut out the outside world. None of the noises of a busy mall, the distant knocking on the door, or the hand dryer whirring in the restroom next door mattered. Even her thoughts of Shuri were long gone. Only you and she were here in this moment as she came apart beneath your hand. 

The minute your fingers found that devilish curve striking her g-spot, Riri saw stars. Her vision went white, and her knees buckled with such force that you could only guide her as she fell so she wouldn’t get hurt.

To her knees she went, your hand on her back, holding her body to yours while your other hand still rested between her thighs, stroking her clit back and forth. “Ohhhh, shitttt-” she drew out between pursed lips. 

The sound of her cum splashing into a puddle grew the wet spot in your panties. “Good girl,” you whispered, trailing circles on her back while she came down. Riri’s chest heaved, her limbs feeling heavy, but she felt good for the first time in weeks. You pressed soft kisses into her temple, and she sunk beneath your touch, allowing the feeling to settle for a moment before speaking. 

You beat her to it, already knowing what she was going to say and not looking forward to the exact words she uttered each time-

“Last time?”

Riri looked into your eyes like she could see past them and directly into your soul. Some of you wished she could, so she could see how you felt. You wanted her to see that this wasn’t just a quick fuck for you. You wanted so badly to admit that your feelings for Shuri had never dissipated, and over time, feelings for Riri arose as well. How could they not? This girl who fell apart in your arms and let you take care of her, with whom you got matching tattoos. 

This girl who didn’t belong to you.

She wasn’t yours. 

And if Shuri were to find out?

Maybe it was best Riri couldn’t see into your soul, couldn’t read your mind. 

“Last time,” she replied finally, resting her forehead against yours. 

You had no idea how Riri was getting away with even texting you. You could only imagine that Shuri had really been checked out lately, too out of it to notice the hickeys that should have begun to heal over by now. 

Three weeks ago, she hadn’t even known about the hearts on Riri’s hips. She’d only recently come to discover them, and according to Riri, she’d only said “cute” and nothing else. 

Shuri had been emotionally absent when the two of you were together, but never this bad. Bast forbid, you get inked, and she not notice or come home decorated in love bites that weren’t from her. 

Poor Riri was being ignored as if she were a bother rather than a partner. She spent many a night FaceTiming you just to see you in the comfort of your own home, in a bed, she never got to share, in clothes that she wanted to rip to shreds. 

The days passed with hundreds of texts passed between the two of you like folded-over love notes between school girls and first crushes. They were about nothing, everything, anything just to get a response. When Riri wasn’t face first in her phone, she was dazed out, daydreaming about someone who wasn’t her partner.

And Shuri wasn’t stupid. 

She had no clue who was holding Riri’s attention when she wasn’t. And she hadn’t been lately, but she’d been busy. The lab needed work, it always needed work, and Shuri wasn’t going to wait until something needed to be improved to improve it. 

Admittedly, Shuri hadn’t given Riri much attention lately. It may have been a couple of weeks since they had a date night—a few nights since Shuri joined Riri in bed instead of falling asleep in her lab. 

And while Riri used to be in Shuri’s ear about it, she hadn’t been lately. The thought that maybe Riri had been getting attention elsewhere crossed Shuri’s mind once or twice, but she quickly shook it away. 

Because there was no way. Nah, not her Riri. Her girl was loyal, a bit needy, but only for her. 

But the thought kept nagging at the princess. It brought forth memories of her previous relationship, and with the memories came a hurt that she hadn’t felt in quite some time. 

She hadn’t allowed herself the space to process the end of your relationship. You left. It was that simple. If you wanted to throw away three years, then fine. Who was she to fight you on it?

Did it hurt like hell when you left? Hell, yeah.

Did her throat burn with the tears she wouldn’t let escape? Absolutely.

She watched you pack your bags and heard your voice break when you told her you couldn’t do this anymore. 

She remembers that stupid, stupid kiss she planted on your cheek when you walked out and how badly she just wanted to grab you, entrap you in her arms, and beg you to stay. 

But she let you go. So she couldn’t be mad at anybody but herself when you didn’t respond to her texts afterward. 

Or her calls. 

Suddenly, your social media profiles no longer appeared when she searched for you. 

She only had your address, which she’d gotten from a young Dora she assigned to keep an eye on you. Yes, it was weird, maybe borderline stalkerish, but she just wanted to know you were okay and would be okay in this big, bad world, all alone. 

Every few weeks, the juvenile warrior would return to her, eyes cast down and full of answers. 

“She okay?” 

“Yes, My Princess.”

A moment of awkward silence passed before Shuri spoke again. 

“What has she been up to?”

“She’s taken up reading again-” The Dora paused, a small smile finding her cheeks. Faint memories of you spending hours in the library flashed through her mind, reading to anyone who’d come just to hear you narrate, her included. 

“Good,” Shuri’s voice trailed, the same memory playing through her thoughts. 

Another moment of silence, this one less awkward. 

“Is she- she seeing anyone?” Shuri hesitated to ask, unsure if she wanted to know the answer, but what she wasn’t expecting was her young spy’s hesitation as well. 

Shuri gulped, though it was a struggle with how her throat dried. “Well?”

The Dora’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, her eyes searching for anything in the room to focus on that wasn’t Shuri. 

“She is, isn’t she?”

The adolescent winced, unsure of how to answer.

“Who is it?”

At that moment, Riri’s nearly silent footsteps startled them both. She walked quickly into the room, standing just before Shuri to declare, “I’m going out,” before parting with a kiss and disappearing around the same corner from which she appeared. 

Shuri hadn’t even had time to ask questions before Riri was gone, and when she looked back up at the Dora, she saw her eyes stuck to a retreating Riri. 

When she noticed the princess staring at her, she threw her gaze to the ground, attempting to hide the width her eyes had grown to. 

Shuri looked to the door Riri walked through and back to the Dora, struggling to hide a guilt that wasn’t hers. 

One eyebrow drew to the top of her forehead, silently asking the question that wouldn’t pass her lips. 

“Lemme get that address, please.” 

You approached your front door with a goofy grin plastered across your face. You were so engrossed with the texts from Riri and her promise to be over soon that you didn’t notice your misplaced welcome mat or the plant next to it that somebody dug into. 

The phone was still in hand when you walked into a dark apartment and threw your keys to the counter before hitting the light switch. 

The scream erupted from your body was loud enough for your neighbors to call the cops had they been home. 

Seated on your couch as if she lived there, swirling a cup of whiskey in her hand, sat the Wakandan Princess. 

You hadn’t seen her in so long- her hair was still shaved on the sides, but the top was grown enough to be cornrowed straight against her scalp. 

Besides that, Shuri still looked like Shuri, with a jawline sharp enough to cut through glass, set tight with clenched teeth. 

“Shuri?! What the fuck?”

She swallowed the remnants of her drink before responding. She couldn’t look at you; she needed the alcohol to be her liquid courage. 

“You keep the spare in the same place you kept it when we met.”

Her voice ran over you like fucking silk. The accent, the softness with which she spoke, it was your kryptonite. You wouldn’t be able to stand your ground if you listened to her talk; it's why you were partially thankful she remained silent through your breakup. 

It was a struggle to keep your voice even or your tone steady. “That don’t mean you can use it.”

Shuri stood, towering over you the way she always had, even from across the room. Standing gave you a good look at her and how her clothes hugged her body. The cream-colored button-up was unbuttoned down to her navel, allowing you a sneak peek at the black bra she wore beneath it and the collection of chains hanging on her neck. Her sleeves were rolled halfway up her arm, displaying her veiny hands that held an exhibition of rings adorning her slender fingers. 

The shirt was untucked, paired with a baggy pair of black cargo pants, and her shoes had been discarded next to your front door.

If she were to break into your home, the least she could do was respect it. 

Shuri finally willed her eyes up from the floor to take you in. She practically growled at the sight before her- you, a mass of curls tied atop your head in a cropped bandeau top with pierced nipples peeking through. The curve of your ass was barely contained in the bottoms you wore as shorts that could’ve passed as underwear with the way your thighs sucked in the fabric. 

“Where are you coming from dressed like that?”

You looked down at your appearance, seeing no problem with it. “I was running errands-”

Your sentence ended with a gasp, feeling the heat from Shuri’s body mix with yours as she walked you backward until your back pressed against your door. 

“You leaving the house dressing like this now?” Her face was close to yours, too close. You barely had time to process what was happening, eyes wide and frantic, breathing sporadic. 

Comprehendible thoughts were hard to come across, but some didn’t believe this was happening. Shuri, whom you hadn’t spoken to in a year, was standing before you, looking like she wanted to rip to shreds the clothes she criticized. 

And she did. Her hands found her pockets before they reached to touch a part of you she feared you didn’t want to be touched. 

“I know I taught you better than that,” Shuri whispered, her lips too close to your ear. 

“I-” Your gulp was audible, and the princess watched it, wanting to trace the trail it traveled. “Wha-what are you doing here, Shuri?”

A rapid succession of taps sounded at the door behind you, and your heart leaped to your throat. Shuri’s hands found their way to your waist and sunk in, pulling you so your back kissed her front. Her fingers dug into your skin, drawing a pained moan from you that grew in volume when her lips brushed against your ear. 

“Better question, y/n. Why my girl bout to walk through your door?”

Arousal pooled in the pit of your stomach, your head whipping to look Shuri in her face with wide eyes. Your heart pounded when a chuckle fell from her lips. “Well? Let her in.”

Your hands wouldn’t move; your brain told them to, yet they stayed glued by your side. Shuri was here, standing behind you, pressed against you. Your body fit against hers perfectly, like the missing piece in an incomplete puzzle, and it was a feeling you’d missed-

And on the other side of the door was Riri, whose body fit to yours like a puzzle piece. Poor Riri was about to walk into all hell breaking loose in your tiny apartment. The first thing she would see when you opened the door would be her Shuri with her arms wrapped around your waist, one hand settling into the flesh on your hip while the other trailed so lightly along your thigh, it was torturous. 

Shuri’s fingers played with the lack of fabric covering your thighs, her mouth still close to your ear. “You’ll tell me if you don’t want this? If you don’t want me touching you?” Her voice was much softer, dripping in sincerity. 

You nodded in response. 

“Do you want me touching you, y/n?”

Her hand abandoned your waist, climbing upward to your neck, where she tapped lightly at your throat. Your words she needed you to use your words. You remembered how she would tap at your throat so many years ago and how it meant the same thing then that it had now. She remembered-

“Touch me, Shuri.”

Mm, she hummed, kissing the space behind your ear. “My girl-” The finger on your throat turned into fingers around it, not choking, but pressing your body further into hers, holding your head to look directly at the door and nowhere else. “Now, open the door.”

Your brain made your hands obey this time, and with a shaky hand, the knob turned, and the door opened, and what a fucking sight it was. 

Riri’s eyes widened, taking it all in. Shuri, staring directly into her eyes, holding your practically naked body against her with one hand at your throat and the other on your thigh. You, eyes blown with lust and fear, hands hanging lamely at your sides, and lips caught between your teeth. 

And on the opposite end, Riri, eyes grown several sizes, mouth wide open with a gasp. “Wha-”

Shuri released your throat, extending the free hand to a confused Riri. “C’mere, baby.”

Riri hesitated, and Shuri’s already dark eyes darkened even further. “Come here,” she commanded. 

The more petite girl of the three obeyed, stepping into your home and closing the door behind her. “What are you doing here-?” She asked Shuri.

“I should be asking you the same thing, shouldn’t I, Ri?”

Riri stood silent, allowing Shuri to pull her in until you were both wrapped in Shuri’s arms. “I didn’t even know you knew Y/n. How you know Y/n, Riri?”

Riri didn’t speak, didn’t even meet Shuri’s gaze.

“Y/n, how you know Riri?”

Riri felt ice flow through her veins when you responded, “She’s an old friend.”

An insincere chuckle left Shuri’s lips as she released the both of you, returning to the couch. “An old friend?”

“Yes,” you responded slowly. 

“Mhm,” Shuri’s lips were tucked thin. 

“You know, don’t you?” Riri’s small voice fell to the forefront. “You the smartest person in the country, so I know you know.”

“Know what?” 

“That I’ve been fucking your girl-” Firey confidence fueled your words, thrown harshly at the princess. She should’ve winced beneath them, but instead, she sat forward, elbows resting on her knees, eyes glued to your perfect face. 

“Have you?” she taunted.

“Mhm,” You stepped toward her, stopping until you rested between her manspread legs. “Better than you have, too.”

Shuri’s smirk irritated you, and it bothered you even more how sexy it looked-

Her hands quickly reached behind your knees, forcing them to buckle until you straddled her lap. “Have you?”

Her fast movements wavered your cockiness, but only for a moment. Riri stood in the same spot, feeling a warmth build in her belly and an ache spread between her legs at the sight before her. Shuri laid back on the couch, holding your thighs while you sat with one on each side of her hip. 

Simply put, it was hot. 

“I have. Pussy so good, she trims it how I like-”

Shuri’s eyes dart towards Riri before settling back on you. “I-”

You lean forward, not allowing her a moment to speak. “I fuck her so good, she got my tats.”

Shuri’s brows raise to the top of her face, full of amusement. “Oh, really?”

Shuri’s chin rests on your finger, drawing her gaze upward until your eyes lock on one another. “She calls me mami.”

Riri is a blushing mess in the corner, hands clasped together, eyes on the ground. She refuses to look at Shuri, though she knows Shuri is looking at her. 

Only when Shuri speaks does Riri’s gaze rise, surprise scrunching her features together. “Show me.”

“Show you what?”

“Show me how good you fuck her.” Shuri taps the back of your thighs, signaling you to stand before crossing the room to an awaiting Riri. 

“Can she, baby?” Riri’s mind is a mess, and so are her panties.

She nods, lips still parted, eyes still as wide as saucers, and it takes a glare from Shuri for her to learn her manners and speak. “Y-yeah.”

Shuri kisses her forehead gently before bending at the waist to kiss her lips. “Good girl, Ri.”

She taps Riri’s butt roughly, watching it bounce in her hand. “Go ask her.”

Shuri retreats to the couch once more, arms spreading across the back of the cushions. Riri looks so cute, walking to you like her feet are made of lead, and you’re almost sure she won’t even be able to get the question out. 

To your surprise, Riri’s hands fly to your hips, massaging the space where your hearts sit before lowering them to cup your ass. Your cheeks spill over her hands, and she moans at the feel. “Will you fuck me, ma?”

A small smile plays on your lips at the eager girl. “You little exhibitionist. You like that she’s watching?”

Riri turns to look at Shuri with her bottom lip between her teeth as she nods. She turns back to you with wide eyes, and you hold her head in both hands before leaning slightly to kiss her hard. 

“Then let’s give her a show.”

She moans into the kiss, and you sink into her mouth, loving the feel of her tongue grazing yours. The kiss is deep, wet, indeed the kiss of two people deprived of this feeling. 

Riri’s hands stay on your behind, gathering the fabric of your shorts in her hand and hiking them up until your ass spills from under them. She runs her fingers along the softness, squeezing and gripping so hard, you’re sure she’ll leave marks. 

Your hands find the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head, flinging it in Shuri’s direction with discard. The hook and clasp of her bra are easy to release; you’d had weeks to perfect it. The bra gets thrown at Shuri as well, who’s seated enjoying the strip show, trying hard to ignore her wetness. 

Riri’s breasts are small and perky and fit perfectly in your mouth. Her nipples stiffen at the pass of your tongue, and her moan sounds so sweet when your teeth graze her.  You two are caught in a trance until Shuri speaks, “Take off her pants.”

So you do. Your thumbs hook in Riri’s waistband, tongue never leaving her chest while she uses your shoulders to balance, stepping out of her pants, one leg at a time. 

“Turn her around,” Shuri commands once more, and with your hands on Riri’s hips, you rotate her body so her back and ass are all Shuri sees. 

“Get up, bend her over.”

Riri’s breast leaves your mouth with a pop, and you stand fully, walking behind the small girl and bending her at the waist. “Eat her.”

“Just getting right into it, huh?” You tease, fingers running up and down Riri’s round ass as you fall to your knees behind her, inhaling her scent. Your mouth waters, and you waste no time licking a stripe from her clit to her ass.

“Oh, fuck-” Riri moans beneath you, pressing her cunt further into your face.

Your tongue meets her with vigor, licking along her slit with a moan. “You taste so fucking good.” Your hands find a cheek in each hand, separating them so Riri’s on full display for you, her delicious cunt glistening for you. Her knees are already shaking.

Shuri watches as you slurp and suck, remembering how your tongue used to feel against her. Her eyes are glued to your mouth on Riri, never abandoning her pussy for long, but sure not to have her ass feel neglected, either. She drools when you spit on Riri’s asshole, prepping it to take the finger you’re about to fuck her with. 

And she watches Riri’s back arch, and her moans fall, “Oh, fuck, ma-” when she takes your index finger in her ass so fucking well. Your mouth continues working her cunt, lapping like you’ve been starving. Your cheeks and chin are slick with Riri’s wetness, and your jaw is growing tired. 

“Fuck, mami, fuck.”

“Are you gonna cum, Ri, baby?” Shuri’s voice carries from her place in the room.

Riri nods before correcting herself. “Yeah, yeah, I’m gonna cum.”

Shuri stands, watching you momentarily, before pulling you away from Riri’s pussy by your hair. Her hand raises and drops against Riri’s ass harshly, with a spank that could be heard several blocks away. “Don’t,” she commands before turning to you and entangling your tongues. 

She’s tasting Riri from your mouth while you swallow her moans, enjoying the taste of her.

Shuri found herself caught up in how your mouth moved, how your lips moved in sync, and your tongues found nothing but each other. It was a feeling you’d both missed, and you could have stayed there for hours just kissing each other had Riri not whimpered at the sight in the background. 

“Fuck,” you whispered when Shuri pulled away, her eyes landing on Riri. The tiny girl’s nimble fingers were going to work on her clit, her arm on the table being the only thing holding her up. 

“Needy bitch-” Shuri whispered back, and you felt your clit twitch behind your thin panties. “You got a strap, baby?”

You realized she was addressing you, and your body responded once more. You nodded slowly, eyes stuck on Shuri, and she tilted her head at you. “Go grab it.” And you held your breath as she leaned in, kissing you softly. 

When you returned with your favorite dildo and the strap to match, Riri was coming apart with Shuri’s fingers buried in her pussy. 

She was already squirting, making a massive mess in your living room, but Shuri didn’t let up. “There you go, baby, look at you. Good fucking girl,” she growled, and her words traveled straight to your cunt as if she were speaking to you. And she might have been when she turned to look at you, still pumping Riri when she uttered, “My girl.”

Shuri only removed her hand from between Riri’s legs when you approached, holding the harness out to her. Her fingers moved to unbutton the rest of her shirt, and she leaned forward, pressing her lips against yours again. “Put it on for me.”

She loved it when you strapped her up. It was the sexiest sight to see you on your knees, securing every strap to her muscular thighs with her cunt straight in your face. 

It was an intimate moment between you two to shed her pants from her waist and toss them aside while she stepped into the harness. You slid it up her thighs, pulling the straps until it was tight around her hips and waist, and secured the pink toy where it belonged, all without breaking eye contact. 

Riri watched with her head tilted to the side, still bent over the table. Her breath caught in her throat, anxious to see where this moment between her two lovers led-

But of course, it was Shuri who pulled away. Once the harness was strapped in place, she pulled her gaze away from you, walking back to where Riri was waiting, her cunt still dripping. 

Shuri lined the head of the faux dick up with Riri’s slit, having to use every muscle in her abdomen to resist slipping right in. “Mm,” Riri hummed, eyes closed, lips tucked. 

“It’s been a minute, baby.” Shuri bent into the curve of Riri’s body, planting kisses on her shoulders and down her spine. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s ohhhh-” Shuri’s thrust cut off Riri’s sentence. The dildo’s entire length was swallowed up by Riri’s tiny cunt, and it was a delicious sight. Shuri bottomed out, allowing her pelvis to kiss Ri’s before pulling out and thrusting again before the poor girl had time to adjust. 

“Oh, fuck, mami-” Shuri pulled out and thrust again, this time even harder.

She couldn’t feel Riri like she could with her dildos, but she knew her cunt was tight. The dildo was met with resistance upon each thrust, though she splashed a little more each time. 

“Fuck!” Riri cried out, gripping the ends of the table with all her strength. You sat on the couch and watched, amazed at how the lengthy toy disappeared to the hilt within Riri’s walls. 

“Yeah, baby. You taking me so well,” Shuri moaned out, digging her nails into Riri’s backside. 

Riri wouldn’t last long; you both knew it. She’d barely had time to come all the way down from her first orgasm, and this one would hit her like a train. Each time Shuri pulled out, you heard Riri squirt just a little more, pushing Shuri further and further out, so each thrust back in was hasher. 

“Look at you, Riri, goddamn baby,”

Her moan in response was incoherent. 

“You gonna make a mess, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” Riri whined.

“Good girl,” Shuri’s thrusts had slowed significantly; Riri’s little cunt trapped her. “You right there, aren’t you?” 

“Uh-huh,” she drew out once more. 

“Go ahead, baby.” Shuri reached over Riri’s body, finding her swollen clit and flicking it with a vengeance. “Let it out.”

Riri didn’t need to be told twice. With a shriek, she was coming all over your floor, covering Shuri’s hand. “There you go, baby, look at you. Good girl.”

Riri was loud, her thighs trembling, her words shaky. “Fuck, fuck, fuck-” Shuri hadn’t let up on her clit yet, and the overstimulation brought her to tears.

“Fucking good girl-”

“Shit!” Riri cried. “Mercy! Mercy-” 

And Shuri’s hand was off of Ri like a repellent. She took Riri’s face in her hands, grazing it with concern. “You okay, baby?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Riri replied. It came out breathless. “Just need a minute-”

Shuri nodded, kissing Riri quickly. “Okay, ma.”

They both turned to glance at you, amused to see you were in your own world, fueled by theirs. Your fingers were pumping furiously into your cunt, legs drawn back so it was on display. Your pretty eyes were squeezed shut, head thrown back.

Shuri’s mouth watered at the way your cream collected around the base of your fingers, needing to get a taste-

“Go take care of her,” Riri whispers with a nod in your direction. Shuri nods, kissing Ri’s head quickly before allowing her feet to bring her to you. 

Your eyes shoot open with the feel of hands wrapping around your thighs. You find yourself staring face to face with Shuri lining the glistening pink dildo up with your own wet entrance. Her breathing is heavy, chest rising and falling rapidly. 

“Can I-?” She trails off, unsure of how to finish the question. 

Your arms wrap around her neck, and your legs lift higher, parting further. “Fuck me.”

That’s all the permission Shuri needed, and she watches in lust love when your head falls back against the couch. 

You feel every divet of the dildo parting your walls, and you’d felt it before, but this time felt so much better. A gasp falls from your lips when Shuri’s pelvis touches yours, and you lift your head to watch her pull out and thrust back in. 

She’s moving slower than she was with Riri. Her eyes never leave your face, watching as ecstasy writes itself across your features. “Y/n,” she stutters with a gasp. Your eyes meet hers again, watching her intensely. 

“I-I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I should’ve never let you go-”

Your hand reaches up to graze her cheek, and she leans into the delicate touch, relishing in the sound of your moans as her thrusts pick up speed. “I’ve missed you so much,” Shuri admits. 

The words are hard to get out through moans, but you do. “Then fuck me like you missed me.”

And she does. 

#quintessencewrites #shuri x reader #riri x reader #shuriri x reader #riri williams x reader #shuriri #letitia wright shuri #queen shuri #shuri smut #shuri udaku smut #riri smut #black panther smut #smut

[jordisblogg]

ur best friend

shuri.u x reader / riri.w x reader (college au)

a/n: i deeply apologize to the riri lovers but i couldn't help myself..

warning: cheating, making out?, hungry mj

“alexa, what time is it?” you shouted from the bathroom, to which the device replied with ‘6:37’. it was almost time for you and your girlfriend, riri, to head out. she had said that you both were going on a dinner with two of her friends, shuri and mj. you told her you didn’t mind, you thought it would be good to see them again.

“bae, ain’t it almost time for us to leave?.” you asked the engineer, who, non surprisingly, was laid out on the bed, waiting for you to finish with whatever it was you were doing, as you walked out of the bathroom.

“you finally done?” she sat up, eyeing your body in your dress.

“yes, i’m done” you replied, matching her joking attitude, walking over to her and running your hand over her fresh cornrows. she relaxed in your hold and pushed forward to place a kiss on your stomach against the questioningly thin fabric.

“you look pretty, mama.”

“aww thank you!”

suddenly, riri’s phone started to ring, breaking the moment between you two. she pulled it from her back pocket and slid to the answer button.

“hello?”

“damn riri! are y’all coming or what, me and shuri have been waiting here for at least 15 minutes, i’m hungry!” you overheard what could only be a angry mj on the other line.

riri chuckled, “it’s been that long? shit, sorry were on our way.”

“riri i’m hungry dammit!” was the last thing you heard before riri dropped the call, shaking her head.

“we leavin’ i’m guessing?” riri nodded and grasped your hand, leading you both out of her dorm room.

it didn’t take you both too long to get there, when you walked in the restaurant you saw the table shuri and mj were sitting at and went over. mj, of course, was still looking agitated, while angrily sipping on her sprite.

“my fault y’all.” riri apologized

“it’s fine, i didn’t expect any less, so how have you both been? haven’t seen you two a lot since the dates for finals were sent out.” shuri’s accented voice broke your amused lock on mj, jesus did she always sound so.. sexy?

“ahh,” riri gave a sheepish look and rubbed the back of her neck, “we both have been studying pretty much the whole time, and you know.. a lil study time.” she laughed as you hit her arm.

“gross” the royal shook her head.

“how have you been shuri? we’ve missed you and aurora, she couldn’t come?” you changed the subject, causing shuri to slowly suck the air through her teeth.

“we broke up.” she stated simply

“oh shit i’m sorry—“

“it’s fine y/n/n, you didn’t know, but this one over here,” she threw her thumb at mj, “hasn’t stopped clowning me for it.”

“i told you she was no good, never trust a stem.”

“mj.. i’m a stem.” the princess looked at her questioningly

“.. never trust an american stem.” mj waved her finger.

“please stop talking, you’re making my head hurt”

you couldn’t help but giggle at the altercation between the two. you did feel bad about them two breaking up, but, a small part of you was.. grateful?

“i really am sorry about you and aurora though, shuri.”

“you’re fine y/n, promise.” she smiled, why was her smile so fucking gorgeous? and why are you just now realizing it?

“where’s the waiter, i’m fucking starving!” mj groaned.

“you’ve been starving for the past half hour.” riri rolled her eyes.

once you all were able to call a waiter over, you began to order, unfortunately shuri had went to the bathroom, so you volunteered to order for her, even though she was most likely talking to riri or mj, you decided to take the initiative. that wasn’t weird, was it? or were you just overthinking things..

anyways— the dinner was nice and mj was satisfied, her hunger now demolished, now you all were just using the rest of the time to chat.

every once in a while you would take a glance at shuri, especially when she would speak, and sometimes she would catch you staring and you would want so bad to look away but.. her eyes were so mesmerizing, you couldn’t pull away.

you knew this was wrong to be attracted to shuri, knowing you had a girlfriend. but it was something in you that made you want to see what it was like being with shuri instead.

picturing her putting her arm around your waist while she walked you to class, or feeling her kiss on your skin, or her taking you to her home country—

oh god what the fuck was wrong with you

“babe?” riri tapped you, snapping you out of your abominable thougts. you blinked, not even realizing how dumbfounded you looked at the moment.

“huh?”

“she had asked you a question, intombi entle?” fuck you didn’t even know what she said and yet it was causing butterflies in your stomach to emerge. is she doing this shit on purpose?!

“i’m uh.. ima go use the bathroom, i’ll be back!” you stated quickly before getting up and walking away from the table.

the girls watched you leave in confusion, all except shuri. she pulled her phone out, pretending someone had texted her, “i need to make a call, ill be back.”

“better not be aurora, shuri!” she heard mj shout at her as she walked out the door, then heading to the other entrance by the bathroom.

as you burst through the door of the ladies room, you tried to catch your breath, luckily there was no one in there. you leaned over against the sink, staring down at the drain of the sink.

“i’m horrible” you shook your head at yourself, even though you haven’t committed any of the acts you’ve thought about while sitting at that table, you still felt dirty.

your stomach dropped at the sound of the door creaking, the bustle of the people in the restaurant audible for a quick second before silence.

“y/n..” that accented voice called again, and how badly you wanted to run to it.

“y/n.” you felt a grip on your waist as she turned you around, now fully facing the princess and all of her glory.

“what’s been going on with you tonight?” you couldn’t speak, too busy staring at her features, you were speechless, only when her grip tightened on your hips is when you gave her an answer.

“you’re so pretty..”

well.. sort of an answer.

“what?” the princess’ eyes grew in size, but her face had flushed a dark shade of red, giving you a boost of confidence at how you made her react to your words.

“you heard me..” you stared up at her, you’re eyes locking with her beautiful brown orbs.

“y/n, you’re with riri.” she whispered, as if you two weren’t the only ones in the room.

“yet, you won’t let go of my waist..” you wrapped you arms around her neck, fingers running against the tattoo that ran down her neck.

“you know what you were doing at that table, shuri, you’re not stupid, you know i want you..”

she held back a groan. how badly she wanted you too, she hated to admit, the entire time she was with aurora, she was thinking about you, the only reason she even got with the girl was to get her mind off of you. she couldn’t have you, you were riri’s, but that only made her want you more, and now that she knows the feeling is mutual..

“just kiss me this one time shuri, just wanna feel you.. please.” you begged, ghosting your lips over hers, where was all of this coming from?

“just this once.. let me see what aurora was missing out on..” you smiled, and that broke her.

she leaned down to press her soft lips onto your glossed ones and you both moaned at the contact. your fingers gripped at her curls as she kissed you hungrily, like she had been craving you.

you made a move and slid your tongue into her mouth with ease. shuri moaned and pulled you against her impossibly closer, feeling your plush breasts against her and your tongue down her throat was sending her into a frenzy.

you whimpered as she began to pull away, not being able to take anymore with the need for air, but still pulled at your bottom lip, a giving you a final peck.

you watched her breathlessly as she licked her lips, staring down at yours, and not being my able to resist you, she went in to kiss you again, though these kisses were shorter.

peck after peck after peck..

and you smiled into every one of them shamelessly.

“you don’t know how long i’ve been wanting to do that..” she huffed, her hands dropping down to your ass. you smiled and pecked her again.

“we should probably go.. riri might get suspicious..” you laid your head in the crook of her neck, engulfing her scent.

“y-yeah..”

you walked out of the restroom after telling shuri to linger behind.

it was easy to come up with a lie for her, riri didn’t suspect anything, at least that’s what it looked like.

soon, the night was over, you all said your goodbyes to each other. you hugged shuri last, giving her enough time to whisper in your ear.

“bye, pretty girl”

you all went to your cars heading back to campus, thought the entire car ride you were distracted.

you couldn’t believe that you had just made out with shuri, your girlfriends best friend. you felt horrible but someone had to seize the sexual tension going on between you too. she just looked too good. she didn’t admit to wanting you back, but you knew her actions definitely did.

“so did you have a good time at the dinner, baby?” your girlfriend asked you.

your phone illuminated as you got a notification from your messages. you unlocked it and went to the person who messaged you, instantly blushing.

shuri🩶

you looked good in that dress, princess

you smiled, “yeah, i did”

#shuri udaku #shuri x reader #shuri x y/n #mcu shuri #shuri x black! fem! reader #shuri fic #bpwf #shuri #letitia wright #spotify #riri x reader #riri x you

[blacklesbothatlovestowrite]

You and Me

Shuri x fem reader, Riri x fem reader

Summary: You're tired of being Shuri's fun girl and decide to cut her loose for her best friend. A girl that shows you how you should really be treated.

Don't listen to what people say bout you and me...

"I will never be enough for you, just say it!" You screamed, you couldn't believe this was where you were. You'd spent a whole year chasing Shuri, being supportive, holding her down, being understanding, being patient.

"Why must you always do this when I go back?" Shuri sighed, as she sat on the edge of the bed and bent to pull her sneakers on.

"Always?" You scoffed. Was she serious? When had you ever been honest and open with her about your needs and wants? The most you'd done was ask her to visit more or call more and apparently that was too much.

"Yes! Texting, Calling, Emailing, you're too needy. The whole point of this was fun. No strings attached." Shuri hissed, she was annoyed with just how much attention you needed.

"No strings attached but you come here like a little bitch every fucking month to see me?" You reminded her. She constantly was off doing her own thing, yet whenever she felt lonely you were all of a sudden a priority.

"Who's a little bitch Y/n?" She demanded, getting up and stalking towards you. She towered over you, her face the picture of anger.

"You!" You repeated. You weren't backing down for anybody. She had already trampled on your feelings, she wasn't about to check you.

"Careful, My love." She chuckled darkly. Her eyes held a look of contempt that made you feel smaller than you already were.

You opened your mouth to say something then paused to take a deep breath. You needed to say everything you'd planned on saying prior to her visit. You despised the fact that she was able to melt your thoughts away with one look let alone a touch.

She'd come and right when you wanted to get on her about her bullshit, she picked you up, and fucked you against the wall before carrying you to your bed.

"It doesn't matter what I have to say. You don't care. You never will." You snort, tears forming in your eyes. "Goodbye, Shuri."

"Are you done.?" She shook her head.

"Get out. And do me the favor of pretending like I don't exist like you normally do but make it permanent." You said, brushing by her and heading for your bathroom. You didn't have the strength to watch her leave.

The moment your front door slammed you let the tears fall that you'd been holding onto. The urge to run after her and beg her to come back, to love you, to give a fuck was strong but you knew she would never care for you the way you deserved.

You thought back to all the videos you'd seen on social media of her with other girls, her partying all the time and being irresponsible.

The more you thought of her antics, and the constant disrespect and disregard she'd shown you the angrier you became. You took several deep breaths to calm yourself. Crying wouldn't do anything for you. You'd spent months crying.

You decided karma was better. If Shuri wanted to play with your emotions and act like you were insignificant, you would show her. You were going to mirror her actions but take it further so it hit harder.

Wanna come over? - Y/n

You sent the text quickly, a response coming through as quickly as the text was received. You took a quick shower, washed you face and pulled your locs into a messy bun before cleaning up your bed. You'd just changed the sheets before you heard the sound of your front door opening.

She had a key. You'd given it to her so she could come over whenever she pleased. Having met her through Shuri, the two of you quickly became friends. You saw more of her then you'd seen Shuri which was saying something considering they 'worked' together.

"What's good, mama?" She greeted, as you walked out into your living room to see her chilling on your sofa. There was food and drinks on the coffee table.

"Nothing. Your little buddy just left." You said to be petty. You moved to sit beside her.

"Shuri is taller than me, older than me and stronger than me. There ain't nothing little about that woman." Riri scoffed, incredulously.

"Shut up and feed me." You ordered, staring her down. She rolled her eyes before opening the pizza box and feeding you a slice.

"You're more than capable of feeding yourself." She pointed out even though she still gave in. At times you wondered why you hadn't met her first. She was always there for you no matter what.

She babies you, spoils you, makes herself available for you to rant without trying to defend Shuri, comforts you. At times you fantasized about being with her instead of Shuri but because you loved Shuri and wanted things to get better and knew that Riri was Shuri's only friend you tried to pretend things were working.

If you were being honest you put up with a lot of Shuri's bullshit because of Riri. She came with Shuri and you feared that you'd lose her if you cut Shuri loose or if you tried to pursue her. She was loyal to a fault, she would never purposely betray anyone she cared about.

"So I take it you and Shuri are still disconnected?" Riri questioned, she knew all about your issues with Shuri. Though she never gave an opinion on anything it was clear as day in her eyes that she didn't approve.

"Completely disconnected. We're done." You shrugged, as you leaned over to grab your drink and sip it.

"Done?" It's almost like she doesn't believe the words that have left your mouth.

"Done, finished, never happening again, Over--"

"Ok, I get it." Riri muttered, cutting you off. She watched you through conflicted eyes. This wasn't what she'd anticipated when she got your text. She was sure you'd need someone to vent to, never did she think you'd actually stop messing with Shuri.

"How do you feel about that?" She wondered, clearing her throat as she avoided your eyes.

"Free." Is all you said. You had decided no more tears, no more thought was going into Shuri. Your best revenge was moving on, completely ignoring her existence. That would hit harder than anything you could say or do to spite her.

"What changed for you?"

"I realized that I care about someone else more than I did her and that I deserved better, more." You explained. Your throat felt tight as you spoke. "I stayed with Shuri for so long because she was the easier option, being hurt by her was easier than admitting what I really wanted that had the potential to blow up in my face."

"What do you want?" Riri looked at you, her face stoic. She wasn't sure how to feel, to know you'd been with Shuri and took all that disrespect was crazy. And then to hear you liked someone else...

"You..."

"Y/n..." Riri's eyes widened. Surely you hadn't just said her.

"I could never be happy with Shuri. You made that clear to me from day one. You put me first, you check on me, you're always there when I need you, You show me just how high the bar is set." You tried to convince her. You needed her to understand.

"Shuri is my best friend." Riri sighed. "I'm the only person she has left to count on besides her brother's girlfriend and child."

"Tell me you don't feel anything for me then..." You plead. You knew she couldn't. Her actions spoke louder than her words.

"I have love for you y/n, who wouldn't. You're a great friend and an amazing person..." She didn't believe the words she was saying despite her effort of trying to make you believe them.

You felt angry, you knew she was lying. She cared about you more than she was admitting. There's no way she'd do so much, be around so much if she didn't.

"So you don't care that before I called you here, Shuri fucked me senseless?" As the words came out, you felt guilty at the look on her face.

Riri swallowed. She didn't like thinking about the fact that Shuri was able to touch you in ways she couldn't. That she was able to have you any way she wanted. She knew she had no right to feel that way, just having those thoughts was fucked up.

"That I let her fuck me like a whore. That she made all my self respect go out the window the moment she touched me?" You provoked her, wanting her to admit that she liked you. Wanting her to put what she wanted first over her friend who clearly didn't give a fuck about anyone but herself.

"Y/n." She snapped. You'd never heard her say your name like that. That tone had you crossing your legs and swallowing hard.

"Do you think Shuri gives a fuck about you enough to not go after someone you used to deal with let alone someone you were currently with?" You continued. "Weren't you the one that said she only reached out whenever she was lonely, that her friendship was hard to maintain at times because she pushed everyone away the moment things got too overwhelming?"

"Stop it." Riri groaned. She couldn't afford to think like this. The last thing she needed was to be Shuri's enemy, they were friends, they worked together often AND she belonged to a powerful nation while allied to yet another powerful nation.

You decided to act on instinct and pulled the oversized shirt over your head and slide off your panties. You watched as Riri's eyes nearly bulged out of her head. You knew your body was attractive, you had a natural body with curves and stretch marks.

You straddled her lap and watched as she quickly tucked her hands underneath her. You could tell she was trying to keep her composure.

"Don't you want me?" You pouted, your lips trailing her jawline.

"Y/n, please." She pleaded.

"I want you..." You whined, sticking out your tongue and licking along her jawline to her ear and sucking the lobe into your mouth. She shivers underneath you and her breath hitched.

"Do you really not want me?" You continued pushing her. You could feel your wetness slicking your thighs and you ground your hips into her.

"Fuck!" She hisses when you take her hand and slide it against your soaked pussy. She makes a strange sound as she feels just how much you want her.

"Maybe I need to call Shuri back if you don't know what to do with me...." You act like you're pulling away and something snaps in Riri.

She grasps your throat in her hands and pulls you so close your lips are touching.

"If being fucked like you're nothing and left is what you want you can call Shuri and play the childish, toxic ass games ya'll be playing." Her words make you feel small. "If you want someone who will worship you and treat you like the princess you are, then stop the bullshit."

You stare at her unsure of what to say to that. Shuri would have fucked the stubbornness out of you, she'd of made you eat your words.

"Now since you're so dead set on being with me. I'm taking you out. You're not going to just throw pussy my way." Riri made you feel like a school girl with a crush. You could feel heat rising in your face as you fought to keep the smile that wanted to show away.

"I.."

"You've done enough talking." Riri cuts you off. She reaches for your top that you threw off and placed it back over your head.

"Rest up, I have plans for your stubborn ass." Riri demands, and you move off her lap and head to your bedroom with her following.

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At Last

A/n: mechanic! riri x reader, oneshot! inspired by @kissvamps (I still ain’t picking out of all of them stories)

Also this was not proofread read…so there may be an error or two or multiple, mb y’all.

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You turn over in bed, a couple times. It’s happened so many times that you’ve woken up out of sleep to reach over only to be met with cold sheets. But you know you’re not alone when you hear the sound of the bedroom door clicking open. You force your eyes open and see your very tired wife. She comes as she always does, a washed out denim jumpsuit on, covered in years worth of motor oil and a tight white shirt beneath it. She’s covered in the thinnest layer of sweat with her toolbox in one hand and a bouquet in the other.

“Hey, baby.” Riri greets you, her voice raspy and tired from her lack of sleep. She doesn’t bother closing the door as she steps in. You’re unable to control the smile on your face. She walks towards your side of the bed and places the flowers on the nightstand. It shouldn’t shock you that she still gets you flowers since she makes sure to get them after every shift but for some reason, it still does.

The back of her hand strokes your cheekbone, gently lulling you awake. You’ve missed her for the last couple weeks, she’s only home for half an hour on a good day during her breaks.

You move her locs out of her face and tuck them behind her ear. You’ve always loved them especially when she has them retwisted into barrel twists. Her face is clear of anything, no oil, no scratches, all your baby needs is some sleep. You smooth your hands over the lapels of her jumpsuit before placing them on the sides of her face.

“I smell like fuckin’ motor oil.” She says with a chuckle when she realizes that you’re trying to get a kiss. You don’t care at all though, you’ve missed her too much. Her lips are anything but dry, the smell of oil doesn’t really hit your nostrils anyway. You pull her in and she lets you, kissing you once or twice before either of you get too far.

“Baby, c’mon. Let me hop in the shower, we can finish this up once I’m out.” She promises, her eyes low as she stares at you.

“Just wait,” She promises before turning around. You lie back, letting your back hit the mattress. You glance at the roses she’s bought, they’re all pink. Your favorite color. They’re fresh too and you’re sure she got it from the farmers market this morning.

It takes less than half an hour for her to step back out, in loose hanging sweats that reveal her v-line and a white crop top so short that you can view her toned abs that she’s gained from maintaining her physique.

You can already tell by the slow blinking and frequent yawns that there will be no continuation of whatever the two of you had going on before her shower. She settles comfortably next to you, instead of letting you lay on her chest, she snuggles into the crook of your neck and spoons you.

Her hands, calloused from work, wrap around your waist, tracing stretch marks and pressing into any skin she can reach.

“These flowers are nice, thank you.” You mention in the midst of comfortable silence. She gently pulls down your oversized shirt to kiss your shoulder.

“Mhm…the lady behind me was tryna get them before I did. They were the only pink ones.” She sighs, her voice so quiet that the vent in the room might be louder than her. She yawns again and throws one of her legs over both of yours.

Her hand gravitates from your waist down to your thigh. She gives it a squeeze and you hear her breathing even out. The silence and her presence begin to have an effect on you. Now that she’s here, you can finally sleep without twisting or turning. Your eyes shut and your brain can finally rest.

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what y’all thinking? @pvnks0ul @kissvamps

(I’m personally fighting the urge to redo the whole story.)

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