Rs!

rs!

Why do you talk with so much hate towards white ppl?

Because I don't fucking like y'all 😁

Have a good day

…lemme go grab my vibrator cause WHEEEWWWWW

behaving for an audience +18 (shuriri x reader)

after a new rule is set in place from shuri, you and riri decide to break it despite knowing the consequences. shuri comes home to her disobedient girlfriends and decides to teach them once more.

HARD DOM SHURI COMES HOMEEE ONCE MORE!! y’all i want to personally thank @mbakuetshurisprincess for this sexy ass idea but over all i got TOO many requests for more brat tamer shuriri x reader and this is just y’all’s fantasy bc i’m crazy just like y’all are.

to note; i took inspo from the shuriri NSFW headcanons and the first time shuriri story, so please read those before you read this! and here’s the playlist for shuriri x reader if you haven’t read that either

you know the warnings : overstim, crying, multiple orgasms, brat taming, name calling, squirting, drooling, (lots of fluids in this one yall, it gets intense) restriction, blindfolds, harsh punishment, orgasm denial, tribbing, strap on sex, dom! + brat tamer! shuri, switch! + brat! riri, sub! + brat! reader, breeding kink!

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translation : ndibuze unthando: ask me love

enjoy 💗💗

you haven’t cum in nearly a month. and it’s all shuri’s fucking fault.

you guys have been together for nearly 6 glorious, sexy months and nothing makes you more happy than being with your girlfriends, but you’ve completely overlooked the relationship you three have. after one more than enough threesomes and a many conversations, you three have come to the conclusion of where your roles are in your relationship, both sexually and emotionally.

shuri was gonna be a dom, of course, you and riri both knew and riri had come forward and let you both know she’d be more than find with switching. you had told them you were a switch but after being topped back to back, it was natural for your conclusion to change and come out as a sub, which they were both okay with.

but it was until last month that some problems arose.

shuri had been busy, much like she usually was, and there hadn’t been a full time for the three of you to be together in a minute. you and riri were both worked up because of this; deciding to just do a small quickie before bed. and once shuri got home and noticed you two both knocked out, she felt disheartened, not only for missing another night with you and riri again but because she herself hadn’t been satisfied in a while either, her work and black panther duties pushing her farther away from you both. this resulted in a big group discussion one late evening, some time later.

shuri started, “my loves, i need to talk to you both,” and you and riri share a glance as you both put on your pajamas, “what’s up, shuri? are you okay?” you ask first and riri looks at her when you do.

she laughs a bit, “yes, i’m fine, i don’t mean to scare you at all, it’s nothing bad, just hear me out,” shuri gestures to the bed and you three sit down and she speaks again before your and riri’s brain scatter even more. “i know i’ve been busy with being queen and black panther and i’m sorry i haven’t been that attentive to you both, truly.”

you speak up, ready to defend her, “shuri we both know how busy you get, it’s alright,” and riri agrees with you, “yeah, baby, we totally understand, this nation literally can’t run without you,” and shuri nods, “but what i mean is, we haven’t had any time together here,”

and you let out an “ohhhh,” after understanding she what she meant— sex, intimacy, being truly together. you blush a bit and riri talks before you do, “yeah, i guess we haven’t… but like what can we do? just wait for each other?”

and that’s what starts this whole thing.

shuri brightens up a bit and smirks to herself, “yeah. maybe we should. exercise some control, yeah? see how well you two can behave.” by now riri’s interest have been peaked, while your head is still reeling. “you mean like wait as in, wait until all three of us are available to have sex? like all three of us?” you clarify and shuri nods, completely serious.

“yes. i want you both to wait.”

it’s completely absurd, you’re thinking after nearly five weeks of absolutely nothing. after that shuri had specified what she meant; you’re allowed to masturbate and you touch yourself but Bast forbid you or riri try to fuck on each other. riri hasn’t touched you, shuri hasn’t touched you, you’re literally getting off on small kisses and it’s driving you insane. so much so your vibrator is starting to look like your best friend.

and you know you shouldn’t but you want to test either of them, see who would, if they would, crumble first. you know what’ll happen if you go to riri and get caught; shuri all the more willing to punish you both together as she’s done many, many times before.

but even that excites you— shuri’s punishments are nothing but intense pleasure fests for you and riri both. there hasn’t been a time where you actually learned your lesson because how genuinely you both loved and longed being punished by her.

and then, an idea forms.

after your fourth failed attempt at masturbating, you decide to see if you can get away with convincing one of them to just go ahead and fuck you someway possible. you get up from bed and toss your useless underwear and vibrator aside to go and look for your girlfriends.

it’s a slow day in wakanda, shuri’s barely had to leave the throne room and riri’s been mostly in her mini garage building away. you decide to go with your idea and hit riri first, her all the more willing to fuck you and disobey shuri than the other way around.

you put on your favorite shorts, and riri’s crop top hoodie (she loses her mind when you wear her clothes) and walk with your slippers on to her garage, high ponytail swinging slightly as you sway your hips.

riri’s music is loud and you and shuri are the only people with access to her garage so when the door opens she immediately turns it down and greets you, “hey baby! one second,”

you walk around her projects, still swaying and she lifts up her googles and smiles, “hi, what’s up?” and you smile back wrapping your arms around her, “i miss you,”

riri wraps her hands around your waist, “i miss you, too, baby. what’d you need?”

you lower yourself, right next her lips and whisper back, “you,” and close the space between you two. riri smiles into the kiss, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. you sigh as she rubs up and down your back, slightly groping your butt and moving her tongue against yours.

fuck, you’ve missed this, missed being so close to her, to either of them, and the thought of shuri catching you has you heated, your pussy twitching slightly. you move riri towards one of her tables and start reaching for her shirt to pull it off, sliding past her kimoyo beads.

riri pulls away, “okay, wait, fuck, remember what shuri said?” and you whine, “i can’t wait anymore riri, fuck. and since when are you one to follow rules?” she smirks back at you, the little convincing it took was all she needed, “yeah, yeah. you want me to touch you?” and you moan and nod back, her hands already taking off the hoodie you had on. she bites at your neck and spins you both around until your against a table, bucking against her and taking off your shorts.

she’s already moving your panties aside, her hands touching your lips and you moan, “fuckkk—” so excited for some friction. she moans back, mouth still working on your neck, “fuck, sound so pretty for me, baby,” and you nod. riri adds more pressure to your clit, circling around it with two fingers, and you buck and moan, tossing your head already close to cumming when—

the door opens. shit, fuck fuck—

shuri’s nearly around the corner before you and riri could even separate and explain but she sees you both, hot and practically naked and she stares for a bit as you both stammer.

“we— we were just— just” you try, fixing your clothes and shuri is still quiet, before she checks her beads and looks back up.

“five weeks and four days, huh.” she says and you both know what she means. riri exhales and you fiddle with your sleeves, the shyness that you try to so hard to keep down rising as you keep looking at the ground. shuri speaks up again, “i honestly don’t know why i expected either of you to last longer, but, here we are, right?” she walks closer to you both, titling your chin up and keeping her eyes focused on you and riri.

“my loves. i’m so happy i’m finally off tonight.”

she says it with pity. you lick your lips slightly, “where do you want us?” you whisper and shuri smiles, before walking away. “i’ll see you both in the bedroom, yeah?” and the door closes before you can even agree.

you let go of the breath you were holding, and look down at riri who looks like she’s just cum on herself and like she’s seen a ghost. “fuck.” is all she can say.

you’re in the bedroom with riri, dressed up and waiting for shuri. she had been calm for the longest, asking you both to get undressed and put on the matching lingerie sets she had gotten you both and making sure you were okay and prepared for the night; fingering you both with your underwear still on and not give you enough friction to even get off on it, just opening you up. riri had told you about this when shuri left the room, “she’ll be all sweet so when she’s actually mean you know the foregrounds, like who she was before,”

and it makes sense, you think sat on the bed, you and riri both anxiously excited to get started. she handed riri a blindfold and you a small pink tie that matched the lingerie, before leaving. you turn to riri, wanting to talk to cut some tension, “what’d you think she gonna do?”

and riri sighs and looks around the room, thinking, “i really don’t know. when i would get punished it would just be cumming over and over again, until i said the safe word. she went on for hours, like i really don’t think she gets tired.” she looks at you, “you remember that first time we had together?”

your brain pulls up the memory and you shudder, “yes,” if it’s anything like that, you won’t last a chance. riri nods, “well that was a fraction of what i used to get, like maybe a fourth.” well shit, “and since we’re both in trouble, who fucking knows. god, fuck, she’s taking so long,” riri whines impatiently, fiddling with her bralet.

you smile at her, looking at her set, a bra and matching underwear a soft pink color that shined perfectly on her skin, drastically different than yours, a black set with ribbons and bows that hang. you scoot closer. “you look pretty,” you whisper, still feeling bratty and wanting to test shuri, and riri looks at you and smiles, “you do, too.”

you lean closer and kiss her again, you’re already in trouble there’s really no point in trying to behave now, right? riri seems to completely agree with you, moving steadily against your mouth and holding your cheek as you kiss. you’re just barely getting into it before you hear shuri come in and break you two up once more. you separate slowly, no use in hiding it, and shuri smiles softly.

“on any other circumstance that would’ve been exciting.” she says, her voice low and deep, that you and riri both feel it in your core, “but, right now, i think we’ll keep the praises for later, yeah?” you nod and see out the corner of your eye riri does too.

shuri walks closer, “i really wanted to treat you both tonight. i was coming in your garage, riri, to let you both know i was off, but instead here i am being mean and having to punish you.” she sighs like it’s an inconvenience for her but the smirk on her mouth suggests otherwise. you rub your thighs together, impatient, and huff out, “can we please just start?”

shuri holds your gaze for a second, her eyes dark, and, shit, you feel like that might’ve been the wrong thing to say. but after a while, she smiles that warm smile like she isn’t about to fucking wreck you, “yeah we can, sthandwa, you remember your safe word?” she asks gently and you and riri say it at the same time and she nods. she tilts her head back, “lay down for me, y/n. riri, up,”

you move first, semi excited and very nervous as you lay down and riri stands, looking at shuri with wide eyes, and she whispers to her. riri sighs and sits on top of you, much to your surprise and gestures towards your hands as shuri start to get undressed.

you look between her and riri, and shuri starts, “you can’t keep your hands to yourself, can you, sithandwa? so i’ll make sure you can’t touch anything for the night, okay?” the pink tie, you think as your eyes widen. shuri is behind riri now, topless, and rubbing up and down her arms, and murmurs, “if that’s too much, let me know—”

but you cut her off, “it’s fine.” and she smiles, kissing riri as she puts your hands together, riri making a perfect knot as if she’s done this before. you shudder as you think hard, maybe she has. shuri grabs the lube and the blindfold.

she starts again, “and you, riri, don’t need to see anything, always so ready and expecting, right, usana? i need you to completely give your sight to me, okay?” riri gasps lightly, before nodding and shuri ties the blindfold, obscuring her vision and you see riri visibly swallow and it hits you; shuri’s trying to hit both you and riri’s weak points.

riri has said it before: she loves to see you both come undone, it’s her favorite thing. and she absolutely can’t stand it when someone else is in control unless they can keep her there. and you need touch, you crave it like an addict. and with your restricted hands and riri’s hidden vision, shuri’s trying to make you both beg for her, completely admit you need her and apologize.

fuck, she really has it all planned out.

you huff at nothing, moving your bound hands against your chest and slightly thrust against riri once the realization hits, “shuri, this isn’t fair,” you whine and riri moans at the feeling of you rub against her. shuri smiles a bit, “it’s not supposed to be fair, my love. it’s supposed to be a lesson,” and you huff, moving your legs since it’s all you could do.

she settles you, “don’t move, love, you’ll cum soon enough, okay?” and you whine again and you hear riri whine, too, still grounding herself on your lap, muscles flexing. shuri takes a step back and takes you both in, sighing. “you both look so lovely.” she whispers and you twitch again, needing some type of friction on your clothed pussy and riri moves slightly against you too.

shuri doesn’t seem to notice though, grabbing two small dildos from the drawer and soaking them in lube and then coming back behind you both. she moves your underwear aside first and you feel the coldness against your pussy and buck, surprised she’s already starting. shuri shushes you and rubs your legs before pushing the dildo inside and holding it there, before moving on to riri to do, you assume, the same; riri gasps and huffs out her nose, her hands gripping at your abdomen.

that can’t be it, you think, and move your legs around, “shuri, what—” you start but she puts a finger to your mouth, now next to you both. “whoever cums first gets punished first, kuqondwa?” and you see it, a small, black remote in her left hand and her thumb presses against it.

fuck.

the small dildo stutters inside, resting right on your g-spot, and you and riri both buck, tossing your head back and moaning, and riri claws at your stomach, gasping and hanging her mouth open. riri whines on top of you and gets needy too fast, she starts to rub against you, obviously needing friction on her clit and you whine,

“haaaa, fuck, fuck! riri don’t— don’t move, ugnnnhhh—” and she shakes her head, whining, “need it, uhhh fuck fuck, feels so good,” and you whine, hearing shuri laugh a bit as she lifts your tied wrists from your chest and binds them headrest. you buck again, whispering retorts and she just looks at you.

the pressure from riri’s entire body being on your clit and the low vibe pulsing inside you has you closer to cumming than you want to be. you close your eyes and try to settle your body as shuri’s gaze pierces yours, she’s still behind riri, taking of her bralet and playing with her puffy nipples and riri is letting out gasps of surprise, still not used to being blinded. she whispers, “you close, y/n?” and you huff and shake your head, trying to slow riri’s thrusts down against you, the frills of the lingerie hitting you just right.

“no! no, i’m — im not, i can’t, fuck—” and it’s pure misery, and you see riri’s chest heave, she’s about to cum, you think, and you whine. riri’s head is entirely on shuri’s shoulder, she needs some grounding, and shuri is encouraging you all the way, whispering a small “go ahead, baby, let me see it,” and you buck, your entire body shaking. no, no, no—

it’s happening before you can even say it, you’re cumming, just off of shuri’s words alone and you feel it; your pussy twitches around the dildo, it nearly slipping out while your clit pulses on riri’s and she gasp herself, yelling out a “fuck! im cumming, i’m cumming, i’m cumming—!” right behind you and you can feel it through the silk, her clit practically kissing yours as her orgasm racks through. you huff and thrust against her once your subsides, your nails digging deep into your hands.

riri finally comes to, head lulling forward as she catches her breath, the vibing in your pussys has finally stopped. shuri takes a breathless laugh, “well, that was nearly a tie, but i think you came first, right, y/n?” you shake your head again, eyes still closed and lip still between your teeth, not wanting to admit defeat.

“no? you didn’t cum?” god fuck, her voice; her tone has entirely changed, challenging you to lie to her again. you moan out a sigh and nod “yes, yes, i came i came first, i’m sorry, i’m sorry shuri—” and she’s shushing you again, holding riri and leading her to lay down next to you, she’s still completely breathless and whining. you feel her rub up against your thighs, and you twitch, wanting to close your legs but deciding against it.

you feel shuri slip against you, when did shuri take your underwear off? and riri is laying at your side, still coming down from her orgasm. shuri’s strap is already wet with lube and you gasp and shut your eyes again, feeling her almost pushing inside. “y/n, look at me, love,” she whispers and you open your eyes slightly.

shuri’s smiling at you, of fucking course she is, obviously loving this torture and you buck, feeling her push inside, gasping out wetly. “don’t cum, alright? riri, you hold this yeah?” she hands riri a different vibrator, and riri huffs, moving her hands around to reach for it and holding it against her still clothed clit, turning it on and whining lowly, a slew of curses leaving her mouth. you watch her intensely before gasping yourself, feeling shuri finally push inside you and you keen, moving your body around as your hands were still bound.

“shhh, sithandwa, be still and just take it okay?” and you shout out, your pussy feeling overwhelmed. riri’s moans are in the background and you can’t help but whine with her. shuri starts slow, thrusting against you like she wants to make sure you’re okay and it’s insufferable. you hear riri distantly say, “haaaa fuck shuri i’m cumming, can i cum please, i’m so— i’m so close—” and she sounds so filthy that it causes you to buck against shuri, who laughs at you only to say, “go ahead, ri, cum for me love,” soothing over her legs as she whispers out praises and is still fucking harshly into you. riri rolls over to you, capturing your mouth to try to keep you afloat and ground herself.

your mind is blank though, riri’s orgasm is just a precursor to you as you feel your pussy get practically assaulted, shuri’s skin slapping hardly against yours and you can’t even hold onto her, you can’t feel her, and it’s awful, you whine, “take— take them off, please please! i need, i need you—” you sound so pitiful and shuri pays you no mind, keeping her pace until you feel your body swell with heat, you were gonna cum, you could feel it in your veins, your brain fogged. you strain against the tie on your wrist and whine in riri’s mouth once she kisses you again,

you pull away, “i’m cumming, fuck, stop, shuri please, i’m cumming, i — i cant, fuck fuck! haaa—” but she doesn’t hear you, you can hear her faintly grunt, but it doesn’t matter, you can’t keep it down, your orgasm ripples through your skin, back arching and hands shaking against the headboard as your pussy squirts against shuri, you feel your clit pulsing and you moan breathlessly, drool leaving you mouth as it hangs open.

after it subsides, shuri’s pulling out and catching her own breath, rubbing your thighs, and kissing your ankles. “still not behaving, huh?” she says lowly and pitifully, like she tried to give you a chance, and you want to retort, to bite back an “i tried to tell you,” but nothing comes out, your brain is completely unavailable. she chuckles a bit, the scoots to riri as you recover, kissing all over your face, whispering praises and thank you’s. she slips the blindfold off and riri whines when the light hits her eyes.

shuri laughs a bit at you both, moving away to grab yet another fucking strap and handing it to riri, “can you be good and fuck y/n while i fuck you?” and you gape at her, mouth hanging open before turning over to riri, who’s already agreed and is standing on wobbling legs. shuri leans down and kisses your whimpering mouth, grabbing your wrists and untying the tie and you let your a hands fall. “be good, okay?” she whispers and you feel tear prick your eyes when you feel riri’s hands slide against your legs and her mouth kissing at your stomach, “i’m trying—” you start and she shushes you, “don’t. if you want to cum so much go ahead, alright? but when i say so,”

you whine, but nod, and shuri adjusts herself and settles behind riri, already moving inside her and she bucks, huffing before leaning down and opening your legs once more. “good?” she says, just as breathless as you and you nod, feeling riri’s dick, a little bit thicker than shuri’s’, right against you, your pussy twitching at the thought of being full again. she pushes inside you slowly, and shuri starts thrusting lightly, causing you both to moan.

your hands now free, you grab at riri’s stomach, her getting the hint and leaning down to kiss you as you wrap your arms around her and shuri starts with a subtle rhythm, moving inside riri causing her hips to start inside you. you both pull away and gasp, riri’s forearms nearly giving out as shuri fucks into her, harder and harder. you can feel it, fuck you can hear it, the harsh slapping of skin echoing around the room.

riri’s cursing against your mouth, trying to hide herself against your lips, bucking weakly against you but still thrusting nonetheless. you can’t even think, your pussy so full and overstimulated you couldn’t tell. but riri’s pussy must be full, you can tell by the way she’s whining, moving slightly and gripping at the sheets. you can see shuri grabbing at her hips and sighing, clearly enjoying watching you both. “you gonna cum riri? go head, love,” shuri whispers against her neck and riri’s mouth hangs open, low moans leaving it.

“fuck, fuck! uhhnnn—” she sounds so sweet, you think, and you wrap your legs around her slightly, pulling her more inside you and causing her to get some more pressure on her clit and she whines, “fuckkkk i’m cumming, fuck, fuck, FUCK—” and you nod, “cum riri, cum for me cum inside me baby, please,” and it’s everything riri needs to hear.

she lets out one more shout before completely stilling, eyebrows furrowed and eyes shut as her pussy shakes against yours and practically swallows shuri’s dick, her orgasm seeming to rack through her whole body. you can hear the fabric being squeezed between her fingers as she whimpers and you sigh, watching her in awe, nearly mesmerized.

shuri pulls out slowly, and riri does the same, falling next to you, catching her breath. shuri sighs again, “are you okay?” and you know she’s asking you both, but neither you or riri can say anything so you both settle for nodding instead. you can feel her smile, and shuri taps your legs, “can you move usana? stand up for me?”

fuck, there’s more? you moan, tired, but still excited, your pussy leaking slightly at her directions. shuri asks riri to do the same who moves slowly but moves nonetheless. once youre upright, shuri grabs your face and kisses you deeply. “can you ride me, my love? cum for me one more time?” you look at her with tired eyes, body aching, and nod, “yeah i can, i’ll be good i promise,” you whisper and she smiles and lays down. “ri, you’ll sit on my face for me love?”

fuck. riri moans out, “yeah,” quietly, her voice nearly gone. you settle on shuri’s hips, lowering yourself on her dick as slow as you can, moaning and whimper out lowly. riri does the same, facing you and slightly sitting on her face, clit overstimulated and her body shaking. you start slowly, raising your hips and moving down slowly, your clit brushing against her abdomen.

you hear shuri moan in between riri’s thighs and riri is silently whimpering, grinding against shuri’s tongue and rocking her hips into her sharp jawline, hands gripping the sheets. you lean forward and capture riri’s mouth, needing some type of grounding, hearing her sigh into yours as you both feel shuri practically everywhere.

her hands are steady gripping at riri’s butt, her legs flexing against yours, you can hear her licking at riri’s pussy and you can hear the wet sounds your own pussy is making against her dick, and fuck it’s too much, it’s too much —

you pull away from riri’s mouth, your movements becoming uneven as you feel your orgasm approach again, your body twitching when shuri starts thrusting harder up into, “i’m— i’m, haa fuck, shittt—” it’s useless trying to say it, you’re honestly positive shuri can feel it, and you do too. the feeling washes over you in waves, possibly your sixth orgasm of the night and it still feels as intense as the first, and you whimper, too overstimulated to moan out anymore and haunt your movements against her.

riri seems to be right behind you, her low gasp collecting at the back her throat and you see her twitch again, breathing heavy and sighing out, “shiitttt—” and her thighs flex against shuri’s jaw. riri completely falls over now, thighs flexing and she’s letting out ever curse word in the book, keeping her legs together to keep anything away from her pussy as she recovers. you’re still on top of shuri, pussy practically leaking on her abdomen. you see shuri, her jaw drenched and she looks like she’s seen heaven between riri’s thighs.

shuri sits up herself and sighs, tapping your thighs, “lay down love, this’ll be the last one yeah?” your thighs ache, you’re completely dizzy and obedient at this point and you nod, lifting up slightly and laying on your side, and shuri comes behind you, stretching slightly and flexing her arms, before opening your legs and sliding the strap against you.

riri lays next to, shuffling so your pussys are rubbing against each other and kisses against your mouth, dazed much like you, but still craving friction, and shuri starts, sliding inside you while riri’s mouth occupies yours and you moan, feeling her swollen clit shudder against yours.

shuri’s in your ear now, grunting softly, “you’ve been so bad havent you, baby?” and you nod, clawing at riri’s skin once shuri’s pace speeds up, her so obviously focused on her own pleasure now, “teasing me like that, fuck,” her voice is so loud over the sound of your pussy moving against riri’s and her dick literally stirring your insides.

“you’re so lucky i even let you cum, right? what do you say, baby?” fuck, fuck, you’re moaning and drooling and crying unabashedly now, moaning out slurred “thank you! unnhhh, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you—!” as she continues to drill inside you, your body moving harshly against riri’s who bucks back with you, “thank you, fuck, fuck, i’m so close,”

and neither of you can fight it anymore, your bodies completely obedient to shuri’s dick it seems and she doesn’t let up, still keeping up that harsh pace thrusting, as she chases her own high, “fuck, you want me to cum inside you, nkosazana? yeah?” and you’re nodding, really not even hearing her truly, just excited to have her finally, finally cum and give your pussy a rest.

she’s closer to your ear now, “ndibuza, unthando. beg me for it,” she whisper out and your whole body shudders, your mouth moving before you can comprehend, “cum inside me please, please my queen, i need it, please please, breed me, i’ve been so good—!”

it’s one harsh thrust later that your hear her curse lowly against your back, her thrusting stopping and her thighs twitching and you feel it, your pussy is filling with her, all the way inside you and the thought of shuri coming inside you pushes you over, grinding roughly against riri who bucks too, moaning out and shuddering as her final orgasm spills out of her skin and against your pussy in tandem with yours.

you huff out more “thank you”’s and riri is doing the same, sighing and pulling away from you and collecting herself. shuri comes up, kissing your cheeks as you lay dormant and rubbing up and down your arms. she slips out of you fairly easily and takes the strap off, sighing. “fuck, i’m tired,” is all she says and you and riri laugh breathlessly. she maneuvers around you and leans over to riri, kissing all over her mouth and soothing over her thighs. you’re both too tired and fucked out to kiss back.

she stands, albeit a bit wobbly, and says, “i’ll be back,” and she’s up again, and you and riri are still panting, holding each other as your bodies calm down.

riri sighs and you do too, “holy shit,” you say first and riri laughs dryly, “yeah,” she agrees. it’s quiet and you two cant even move for a while, still breathless and shaking, both of your entire bodies still quivering by the time shuri gets back with fresh clothes and new sheets.

she’s dressed herself already, boxers and a t-shirt, no a drop of sweat or exhaustion on her; she looks just as normal as she did before you all had even started, “we’ll take a bath yeah? then go to bed,” she says to you both, now that you’re sitting up and slightly coherent. shuri comes to you both, grabbing your faces and smiling.

“you both did so well for me,” she starts, sighing and you and riri look at her completely dazed and in love like she’s hung all the stars in the sky. her face changes slightly, “but next time, i’d rather you listen to me, understood?”

and you both nod, and shuri smiles deeply again before tilting her head for you both to follow her to the bathroom for a nice long bath.

before you get up, however, you and riri share a look that you both know means “we won’t be listening next time either,”

THERE!! DONE AND DONEEEE whewww MY FINGERS HURT SHIT!

i hope you guys enjoyed genuinely and happy fucking NEW YEAR!!! i’m so happy to have ended my year with a community of a bunch of sapphics wanting to fuck shuri and riri like me, so lovely

reblogs, replies, comments and likes are ALL appreciated much love!! 💗💗

I need this woman DEEP in my guts

Pussy Fairy OTW, L. Wright

pairing: letitia wright x black fem! actress reader

     “I know you love fucking me, I can tell by the way you’re in love with me. You can’t get enough of me, yeah.” — Jhene Aiko

summary: in which a minor misunderstanding has Y/N reevaluating the way she feels about Letitia. (Or in which Tish acts a fool at the club and now she’s gonna make it up to the girl that she’s actually feeling. )

content warning: BABY THIS IS SMUT SMUT. Practically porn with plot, because WHEW… i went a little overboard. don’t laugh, i’ll literally scream. tish being walking sex appeal. mention of that video with kehlani, and mention of michael b jordan, cause he’s walkign sex. it’s also a title based off of a song lyrics, cause i know how you girls love to tussle and talk trash about lyric fics.

inspiration: Pussy Fairy (OTW) by Jhene Aiko 

requested?: no, but i’m tish trash…. :) 

author’s note: i’m a hot mess for letitia. that video of her and kehlani had me snotting, crying, throwing up, sliding down the wall, but also? when is it my turn to dance on tish? or sit behind her on a jet ski, cause why ain’t nobody talking about that? anwyay, my writing is okay, i’m not the most experienced on tumblr (or with smut) but tish is the loml, so fuck all that you talking about LMFAOOOO. also, you don’t have to imagine chi as your faceclaim, but i’m writing a shuri fic with chi as the faceclaim and these manips i made have me in a chokehold so, 

also i’m giving creds to @ofrolysdogs for being the first to integrate the “kehlani” video into any piece of work. her imagine was dope as hell and had me wanting to write my own. which obviously is what i’m doing lol

wrd. count? girl idk… it’s long as shii tho. 

Y/N wasn’t a particularly jealous sort of woman. She’d been in the industry most of her life, she’d dated other creatives, she knew that the media twisted everything and took almost anything out of context all for the sake of a headline. And in the weeks that followed the initial release of Wakanda Forever, Y/N noticed the way the media really tried to find any and all dirt on Letitia.

Tish was indisputably the entire world’s girl crush for the moment, and while Y/N didn’t care about the sudden onslaught of interest, she did care about the sudden speculation of Letitia’s sexuality. Tish hadn’t ever been incredibly vocal about her sexual orientation, but it also never was something too many people cared to know about before this sudden wave of popularity she was receiving.

Now don’t get Y/N wrong, she understood why her tiktok timeline was full of thirst traps and edits of Letitia, she’d stepped up her dress game, and had a new sort of confidence about herself that practically oozed sex appeal. There wasn’t too many people that were immune to Letitia’s smile, her accent, or her unique charm. 

Hell, Y/N didn’t even mind that every other video was some edit of Letitia and herself, from all the various scenes of Shuri and Y/M/C/N from both the first Black Panther, Infinity War, Endgame, as well as Wakanda Forever, it seemed the chemistry between the two characters didn’t satiate any of the rumors swirling around Letitia. In fact a lot of the “proof” that Tish was “for the girls” stemmed from various instances between her and Y/N.

For instance, whenever there were too many people booked for an interview at one time, Tish would have Y/N share a seat with her, so that she was visible to the camera. Oftentimes she’d be the one to pick up on Y/N’s anxiety, quelling her nerves whenever they’d start to physically manifest. Whether she was placing one of her hands on Y/N’s thigh when she started shaking, or if she had an arm “leisurely” slung ‘round her shoulder, over the years it’d been made apparent that Letitia Wright paid attention to Y/N.

Other times when Y/N was asked a question, or felt to interject during a press junket, clips would surface afterwards of Letitia watching her costar so intently, her eyes jumping from Y/N’s eyes to her mouth, to her chest, to her legs. She wasn’t very subtle about it, but no one knew if she was trying to be. And when they stood next to one another at events, Tish would grab hold of Y/N’s hand. And she wouldn’t let it go for anything.

If Tish was sitting behind her rather than beside Y/N, Tish would scoot her chair close enough that if she wanted to she could reach out and touch Y/N without having to do much work. And 9 times out of ten, she’d do just that. And Letitia referred to Y/N as babygirl as if that was her true name, and they’d never been able to beat the dating allegations since that one time they’d been caught sharing clothes back in 2019.

The problem was, they weren’t dating. It wasn’t that Y/N wasn’t interested, in fact, she felt she might’ve been too interested, but she never had the courage to admit it to Letitia. And because of the fact that Letitia was an overly lovey and touchy person with everyone, it wasn’t like Y/N or anyone else could really use the way she treated Y/N as some sort of proof that she was into her.

If that was the case the whole world could probably also speculate that she was dating all of her castmates and friends. Which it seemed was exactly what was happening. If she breathed too hard around a woman, reposted too many of their photos, she was off the market and dating someone brand new. It was a little exhausting, but Tish was flattered at all the attention. 

Y/N was not, because while she believed that Tish deserved to receive so much love, Y/N hated that she was being tagged in video after video of Letitia and some other girl. It seemed the LWA, alternatively known as the Letitia Wives Association had decided that there was too much evidence lined up against Tish and Y/N  for them to deny being a thing, which meant before anyone else, Y/N needed to know when Tish was out of line. Their words not hers.

And with the way Tiktok was cutting up right now, the jury had decided that Tish was way out of line.

Y/N didn’t know how they found shit out so damn fast.

But as she watched and rewatched the offending video, she didn’t care much for how they’d obtained it. All she could seem to focus on was the red hot fury that was coursing through her veins. The video was shot at Fabric, a nightclub in London, and it was barely a few hours old. Y/N remembered when she received a tipsy phone call from Tish, asking if she could drop by her flat.

She’d been out celebrating one of the biggest wins of her life, and Y/N hadn’t seen her friend in a while, so she agreed thinking nothing else of it. But now as she watched Kehlani Parrish and Letitia perched up on the rooftop of the nightclub, dancing together, she felt a bit intimidated, even more, she felt a little insecure.

Kehlani was slightly bent over and grinding back against Tish, who was actively catching every bit of ass Key was throwing back. 

Like she’d fucking done it before?

Y/N didn’t even realize that she was scowling as she sat on her couch, legs curled up under her butt as the tiktok sound kept replaying over and over. “How many times are you gonna keep watching that same video?” Tish asks, too cheery for Y/N’s liking in her present state.

Letitia plops down into the seat next to Y/N, a little too close for comfort, their thighs  brushing up against one another. Y/N immediately pulls her phone up to her chest. “As many times as I want.” She responds. “Okay, lemme see.” Letitia says as Y/N moves out of Letitia’s range with a quiet scoff. “You’ve got your own tiktok.” Y/N reminds her. “What’s the big deal? Keeping secrets from me, now?” Letitia questions as Y/N rolls her eyes. “I’m not the one keeping secrets.”

Letitia raises an eyebrow. “What does that mean?” she demands as she sits up a bit straighter, all playfulness evaporating. “Doesn’t matter.” Y/N stands up. “I’m feeling drained today.” she fibs. “Maybe you should just go, yeah?” Y/N offers as Letitia looks a bit flabbergasted. She shakes off this confusion as she stands up, as well. “Are you angry with me?” Tish asks confusedly, and she takes note of the way Y/N is keeping a distinct amount of distance between them both. 

“Did you do something?” Y/N asks with a roll of her neck. “No.” Letitia replies matter-of-factly. “Then obviously I’m not angry with you, Letitia.” Y/N spits and she hates that she sounds so insecure. Because she wasn’t a girlfriend, and she didn’t have the right to be jealous. She was just a girl friend, space between the words.“Y/N/N, wait, hold on.” She demands. “You’re upset for some reason.” Letitia notes. “Are you gonna talk about it, or keep throwing a tantrum like a toddler?” Letitia challenges.

“I am not throwing a tantrum.” Y/N denies sharply. “But you admit that you are acting like a toddler?” Letitia asks teasingly as Y/N rolls her eyes.

“Bye, Letitia.” she says with a sarcastic wave. Letitia raises both her eyebrows. “That’s twice you’ve called me, Letitia. Now I know I’ve done something.” she says, but Y/N elects to ignore her. She knows it’s petty as hell, and she’s blowing things way out of proportion, but she doesn’t care. The green eyed monster had wrapped its claws around her and she was swallowed in jealousy. 

Letitia leans forward, forcing Y/N to stare at her. “C’mon, don’t leave me in the dark here, babygirl. If you’re mad at me, tell me how to fix it.” Y/N freezes at the nickname, it always seemed to garner some reaction from her. On the other side of things, Letitia thinks bashfulness is a cute look on Y/N. “You know you can ask me anything.” Letitia reminds her as she holds her hand. To anyone else it would be normal.

But for Y/N, it wasn’t. Tish holding her hand made it hard for her to focus. But she has no other choice than to put it out there. “Did you come here last night because you knew the media was gonna be breathing down your back about how you was cutting up at the club last night?” she asks, still a bit sour.

“Why did I tell you I was here?” Letitia asks. “You said cause you wanted to see me.” Y/N replies as she crosses her arms. “Then that’s why I’m here.” Letitia deadpans. “And why are you asking me about last night?” Letitia questions. It doesn’t take a second for Y/N to answer. “It just feels a little weird that after you was all up on some other chick, you decided to stop by and see me.” She explains plainly as Letitia blinks, surprise clear on her face as she stares at Y/N.

“You talking about the after party?” Letitia asks raising her eyebrows as Y/N rolls her eyes at the acknowledgement. “Winner, winner, chicken dinner.” Letitia can tell it’s a jab at what Eva had posted on her story that night. “This is about Eva?” Letitia asks defensively. “No, actually it’s about this—“ she opens her phone, the Tiktok app opening. She holds her phone up allowing Letitia a clear view of the tiktok of Tish and Key. In the background “Distraction” was playing and Y/N thought it was fitting for the nights events. 

“You stalking all my friends or just the ones the media think I’m secretly dating?” Letitia asks sarcastically, but truthfully she’s amused. It always took too much to get Y/N to open up, so to see her showing some sort of reaction to anything, it was cute. She always got so pouty when she got in her feelings, Tish was even a little flattered to know she had Y/N feeling a way.

“I didn’t have to stalk nothing, all your little fangirls keep tagging me in everything.” Y/N corrects gruffly. “It’s everywhere, Tish.” she adds as Letitia frowns slightly. “You and Key in the club, she was throwing ass and you was catching it like some fucking ━━” she exhales. “Like y’all kicking it or some shit.” she reroutes as Letitia stares at Y/N momentarily. “And that’s got you mad at me?” she asks as Y/N scoffs. 

“I just don’t want to be dragged into every conversation about you and some other chick, alright? You’re grown, you can do what you want.” she hesitates. “ “So what, are you just gonna be angry with me forever?” Tish questions. “Not forever.” Y/N denies with a shake of her head. “But maybe for the rest of the day.” She continues with a shrug. “Are you angry because of the dance or because it’s Key?” Letitia asks as she scrutinized Y/N’s facial expressions. 

“I’m not angry.” Y/N shakes her head. “I get it, y’all was cutting up. No need to drag me into that shit.” she says as Letitia smirks slightly, licking over her lips. “Oh.” she nods her head slightly. “So you’re not upset about me and her?” she asks. “At all?” she adds. “I couldn’t care less.” she repeats more firmly. “Well that’s good to know that you’d let me do whatever I wanted with whoever, but honestly, we were just having fun.” she explains. 

“You know, that’s a thing that people do sometimes.” she continues. “And if I remember you didn’t seem to care much about friends having fun at the premiere after party. I mean, the media still thinks you and Michael are in some secret relationship.” Letitia reminds Y/N. “I’m not dating, Mike.” Y/N deadpans. “And I’m not dating Kehlani. It was just one dance.” Tish says as she sits back down on the couch. “Two dances.” Y/N corrects as Letitia snorts. “Fine, it was two dances, two very platonic, totally friendly dances.” she emphasizes.

 “Dances that shouldn’t bother you, because they didn’t mean anything. We were celebrating, and maybe I got a little too ━━ turnt up ━━ “ Y/N snorts at the sudden accent change, Tish pulls. “But if I was dating anybody, you would hear it from me, not from the internet.” she says bluntly. “But that doesn’t explain why you’re being such a little shit to me, I’ve got to be honest, really hurt my feelings.” Letitia says as Y/N huffs. “Hurt your feelings?” she questions as Letitia nods her head. She walks towards Y/N slowly. “Yeah.” she replies.

Y/N lets out a little huff, “It’s not like you’re usually the most forthcoming when it comes to how you feel about shit. Things happen with you and you just ghost the world.” Y/N reminds her. “You want me to tell you how I feel?” Letitia asks as Y/N shrugs meekly. “Don’t shut down now, tell me what you’re thinking.” she pleads as Y/N looks at the ground. She felt jealous still? She felt sick to her stomach, seeing someone else with Tish the way she wanted to be with Tish?

She should be able to express that, but she can’t. She was good at bottling up her feelings until they exploded. “Promise if you tell me, it’ll make you feel better.” Letitia tries to reason as Y/N rolls her eyes. “I don’t think it will.” Y/N argues. “But you’ll never know unless you say it, and I am not ready to move on until you tell me what’s got you upset with me.” she says. “And the honest truth.” she tacks on as Y/N mulls over all the ways she could start.

Just start with the truth, she advises herself. “Go on, baby.” Letitia encourages as Y/N huffs again. “I don’t like that you’re here pretending everything’s normal after what happened last night.” she finally says as Letitia listens thoughtfully. “I don’t like the way watching the video makes me feel, and I don’t like that you can be so smug about this right now.” Y/N cuts herself off as Letitia begins to smile slightly. “I’m not being smug.” she defends.

“What do you call it then, eh?” Y/N shoots back. “I like hearing you tell me how you feel.” Letitia replies. “I don’t like that you call me baby and babygirl, and then treat me like one of the bros.” she starts gruffly. “Because I don’t see you as just one of the bros, and I don’t want you to see me that way either.” she continues as Letitia listens quietly. She doesn’t say anything for a while, but eventually her curiosity gets the upper hand. “How do you want me to see you then?” she asks.

“Like someone you’d want.’ Y/N answers boldly. “I want you to look at me the way you look at Eva and Key.” she confesses. “You ain’t ever gonna get past that, huh?” Letitia asks as Y/N huffs. “That video of you guys last night, seeing any of that shit that’s been circulating, about you and Key, you and Evs, all of it it’s blowing the fuck outta me. I can’t stand it.” she admits. “I don’t want to see stuff like that.” she whispers. Letitia cocks her head to the side at the end of it all. A beat passes of total silence. “Let me make it up to you.” Tish offers.

”I didn’t know I was making you feel a way, understand?” She asks as Y/N purses her lips. “Will you let me?” Tish asks, on the verge of begging. “Yeah— okay.” Y/N agrees nodding. “Make it up to me.” She pleads. With a wide grin, Letitia tugs on Y/N’s arm until she has no choice but to follow the pull. When Tish has the younger woman close enough to grab, she plops Y/N down on her lap. “Is this okay?” Letitia asks as she runs her hands up and down Y/N’s sides soothingly. “Yeah.” Y/N babbles with a limp nod of her head. 

“You gonna tell me if it’s not?” Letitia raises both her eyebrows. “Mmhmm.” Y/N nods again. “Good girl.” Y/N is almost embarrassed about how quickly she moans, but Letitia is already kissing her before she can let the noise out. 

It’s the first time she’s kissed Letitia and it hasn’t been for a film, so it feels different. There aren’t crew workers and other actors watching them, right now, they’re alone. Letitia is kissing Y/N like she has a point to prove, and truthfully she does. She is shocked by Y/N’s confession, she’d been dropping hints that she was into Y/N for so long now, every chance she possibly could, and she thought it had been for nothing. 

Especially when the Mike and Y/N rumors spiked. It had been towards the end of Wakanda Forever filming, Mike and Y/N had been practically attached at the hip, Mike even convincing Y/N to go out to the club with him. That night there were numerous articles that released from all the major media outlets. Tish had to scroll past post after post regurgitating the same narrative. ‘BLACK PANTHER STARS  — MICHAEL B JORDAN & Y/N L/N  — NEW COUPLE ALERT?’ 

They hadn’t made a public statement, but when Danai, Lupita, and Angela all managed to stumble across the array of photos that surfaced online of Mike, Y/N, Teyana Taylor, Chloe Bailey, Normani, and other celebrities from their weekend they made sure it was made clear that they’d gotten a little too drunk and started cutting up together over the weekend, but they weren’t a couple. 

   When Letitia had first seen the picture of Y/N nestled on Michael’s lap, middle finger shoved up in the air, she didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but when she’d scrolled and seen the picture from the pool, she’d decided that she’d missed her window, and it was time to move on from Y/N. With this newfound information, she feels it’s only fair to share how she’d felt a certain way as well.

“Can I tell you something?” Letitia asks as Y/N nods her head. “Do you remember when those pictures of you and Mike was everywhere?” she asks as Y/N bristles, a little embarrassed of how she’d behaved that weekend. “Yeah.” she responds. “I wasn’t totally honest when we talked about it.” Letitia explains, and she’s dragging her hand across the hem of Y/N’s pants. She’s tracing circles across the lower half of her back, drawing her hand back just before she reached the start of her ass. “What’d you lie about?” Y/N asks, shaking.

“About how I felt about it.” she replies coolly. “Yeah?” Y/N asks as Letitia purses her lips as she nods. “What’s that you be saying? Y’all was blowing the fuck outta me.” Letitia mocks, dropping her accent to mimic Y/N’s American accent as Y/N rolls her eyes, albeit playfully. She leans forward and kisses Letitia fiercely, both of her hands holding Letitia’s face, keeping her from moving. She hopes that Letitia understands the stuff she’s still too scared to say as she kisses her.

Y/N pulls back for a second, scrutinizing Tish, who was squeezing a little tighter on Y/N’s hips. “You okay?” she asks as Letitia clenches her jaw, nodding her head. “I just don’t want to move to fast.” she chokes out. “You said you were gonna make it up to me, right?” she asks as Letitia nods along. “Then I want you to do whatever you want to me. Gimme everything, baby.” she instructs, a sudden wave of boldness coursing through Y/N as Letitia audibly groans. 

“I don’t think you even know what you’re asking for.” she shakes her head as Y/N cuts her off, sucking on her bottom lip, it elicits a choked whimper out of Letitia. Y/N begins to rock herself against Letitia’s split thighs. 

Y/N is curled up, both of her feet tucked up under her as she braced herself on Letitia’s shoulders, grinding against Letitia’s shaking leg. When one slow drag causes Y/N’s clit to catch, she shudders. “Please, please, Tish.” she whines pressing her mouth directly against Letitia’s ear as she continues to grind. “Wanna make it up to you too.” she hums as Letitia lets out a breathy laugh. "You’re a little minx, d’you realize that?” Letitia asks as Y/N grins, the sight makes Letitia’s heart skip a beat, her stomach swarming with butterflies.

“I’ll give you what you need, Y/N/N.” Letitia promises as Y/N is eager to resume their kiss. “But you gotta do what I tell you, understand?” she says as Y/N nods her head slowly. “And you gotta use your words. I’m not a mind reader, you gotta let me hear every dirty little thought rolling ‘round, your pretty little head, yeah?” Y/N resists the urge to nod dumbly as she shuffles on Letitia’s lap. “Yeah, okay, I can do that.” she says as Letitia beams. “Good girl.” she coos. “Can you kiss me again?” Y/N starts shyly, playing with Letitia’s hoodie. “Please?” she adds.

“You’re so polite.” She compliments. “Yeah, I can do that for you, baby.” Letitia leans in until she and Y/N’s noses are flush against one another. She leaves a gentle peck on Y/N’s top lip only, chuckling when Y/N is quick to attack the rest of her mouth, sucking on Letitia’s bottom lip before she nips on it lightly. Before Tish can react, Y/N is running her tongue over it, and Letitia never expected kissing to feel so good, but she can feel her stomach tightening as Y/N’s tongue continues to explore her mouth. She’s only rubbing small circles on her back.

Y/N, without even pulling away grasps both of Letitia’s hands, dragging them down until she’s holding her by her ass. “You don’t gotta hold back, Tish.” she mumbles against her mouth. With that, Letitia adjusts her grip on Y/N, fingers trailing over the outline of her pussy through her shorts and panties. She’s still dragging her fingers slowly, but it’s enough to get Y/N rocking her hips again. “Somebody’s excited.” Tish mumbles as the younger girl scowls.

“Shut up.” she spits as Letitia curls up her nose, “What was that?” she asks raising both of her eyebrows. “You’re taking forever.” Y/N admits impatiently. “Sorry I want to take my time with you and make you feel good.” Letitia retorts sarcastically. “I’d feel even better if you would actually do something.” Y/N offers as Letitia rolls her eyes playfully. “Are you this impatient with everything?” Letitia asks as she scrutinizes Y/N who was visibly buzzing. “I like getting what I want.” Y/N admits. “I can see that.” Tish says gruffly.

“But I said I’d be — “ Y/N’s words taper off into a low moan when Tish’s hands slip through the leg holes of her shorts, hands making direct contact with her underwear covered pussy. “What were you saying?” Tish asks, completely nonchalant, despite the fact she’s indirectly fondling Y/N. “I said that I would — “ there’s more gasps shooting from Y/N’s mouth as Tish uses her pointer and middle finger to trace the outline of her lips, searching for her little clit through the fabric. “Come on, I’m barely touching you.” Letitia taunts. 

“I’m gonna be good.” Y/N promises. “I don’t know — seems like you like rushing me.” Letitia lolls her head to the side to catch Y/N’s gaze. “You like taunting people, eh, Y/N/N?” she asks as Y/N inhales deeply. “I just want you so so bad.” she whimpers as Letitia grins cheekily. “Yeah? What do you want? Use your words, tell me what you need, babygirl.” with that Letitia places a quick kiss on Y/N’s lips. “I just want you to fuck me!” Y/N exclaims, voice tapering off into a slight whine as Letitia laughs heartily. “See that wasn’t so hard.” she jokes. 

“Take your shirt off for me.” Letitia instructs as Y/N leans back slightly, slipping her top off, letting it fall to the floor behind her, a problem for later. Letitia bites down on her bottom lip subtly as she takes her hoodie off, chucking it out of her sight. Under Tish’s hoodie she wore a wife beater, and Y/N almost audibly moans at the sight of Letitia’s pert nipples poking through the flimsy fabric. “Can I — “ Y/N isn’t used to having to be so vocal, so she is already reaching for the tank top, bottom lip perched between her teeth. “Can I touch you?” she asks.

“Yeah.” Letitia agrees, a little curious to see what Y/N might do. Though Letitia was older than Y/N, she didn’t count her out when it came to experience. She stiffens slightly when Y/N’s hands drag up under her undershirt, she trails her hands up Letitia’s stomach, stopping once she reaches her tits. Letitia’s tank is scrunched up under her shirt at this point, giving Y/N a complete view of them. She’s quick to dip down and slip one of her nipples between her lips. She’s a little unsure of her abilities and Letitia can quite easily tell.

Y/N hasn’t looked up at her, instead eyes squeezed shut as she sucks, dragging her free hand up and down Letitia’s stomach and waist. It sends spikes of pleasure up and down Letitia’s spine, forcing her to release quite gasps. “Doing so good for me.” she praises as Y/N hums around her nipple. “They so pretty.” she says as she switches nipples, a trail of spit following her as she gives the other nipple the same attention. She’s no longer rubbing Letitia’s stomach, instead pinching on her free nipple, Letitia hissing, back arching slightly.

Before pulling away Y/N bites down on the nipple in her mouth, running her tongue over it immediately after, before she sits up straight, eyes trailing over the purple marks that were blossoming. She presses a soothing kiss to both of Letitia’s nipples before she pulls back again with a content smile. Letitia tugs Y/N towards her, kissing her again as she slips her hand up under the strap of Y/N’s bra. Letitia begins to unclip the back as she trails her lips from Y/N’s mouth down to her neck placing hickeys from behind her ear down to her collarbone. 

“I have an interview tomorrow.” Y/N reminds Letitia with a quiet groan. It only earns her a smirk from Letitia, who didn’t seem to care. She only continues her marking, taking extra care to leave a purpling bruise on the side of one of Y/N’s boobs. If she wore anything lowcut, she’d be done. “That’s what makeup’s for, right?” Letitia asks when she finally pulls away. Y/N only glares back at her. “Make sure you keep that energy.” she grumbles as Letitia cackles, admiring her handiwork. “Mark me up, baby.” she retorts kissing Y/N once, then twice.

“Do you wanna move to the bed?“ Tish asks curiously her fingers tracing circles up and down Y/N’s arms as she bites on her bottom lip again. "Just fuck me right here.” Y/N mumbles as Letitia raises an eyebrow. “It’s like that?“ Tish teases as Y/N mushes her  shoulder. "Letitia.” she drawls as the other woman holds her hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright.” she retorts kissing Y/N again tugging on her bottom lip as she hums quietly. 

Letitia rubs Y/N on her hips as she slowly begins to grind up against her, smirking subtly when Y/N lets out a quiet noise of surprise. Letitia taps Y/N on her thigh lightly, a signal for Y/N to stand to her feet. She obliges shimmying out of her shorts leaving her in nothing but her bra as Letitia follows her lead once more. Y/N repositions herself on Letitia’s lap as she moves to take off Y/N’s bra. Once her chest is exposed Y/N instinctively wraps her arms around herself, growing insecure. “Hey.” Letitia coos sweetly.

Y/N looks up at her, eyes wide and slightly embarrassed. “You look good.“ Tish mumbles as Y/N stares at her unsure. “Do you trust me?” Letitia asks as Y/N nods her head. “Yes…” she blanches before she finally drops her arms. Letitia is staring at Y/N’s chest hungrily, she wants to mark her up the way she’d been marked up, but decides she wants something else more. Letitia lifts Y/N up, shuffling to lay her back on the couch. “You still okay with this?” she asks as Y/N feels her entire face heat up at the question. “Yeah.” she nods again.

“Letitia leans between Y/N’s legs bending down to kiss her again. The kiss is cut off abruptly, as Tish begins trailing kisses from her naval down to her thighs as Y/N leans back on her elbows. She holds her breath slightly as Tish moves from one thigh to the other leaving more hickeys. She bites down on the fat of Y/N’s left left, teeth sinking into the flesh enough to leave a mark. Y/N can only gasp as Tish drags her finger up and down Y/N’s pussy, a subtle smirk on her face.

“You too quiet for me.” Tish comments as Y/N bites back another sound. “It’s embarrassing.” Y/N shakes her head. “What is?” Letitia asks. “The noises — the sounds  — everything.” she trails off when Letitia slips a finger inside of her briefly. For being so short, Letitia’s hands and fingers were things to be admired. Her extremities were long and bony and Y/N was sure she’d probably lose her mind off one finger alone. Her eyes widen when Tish slowly pulls her finger out, using her newly soaked pointer finger to rub directly onto Y/N’s clit. 

Y/N chokes on her inhale, it feels like all the air is caught in her throat as Letitia watches her reactions closely. Letitia repeats the action of slipping her pointer finger inside of Y/N’s pussy before pulling it back out and rubbing her clit with the finger that was just inside of her. She bites the inside of her bottom lip to keep from letting out the moan threatening to escape. “I thought you wanted to be good?” Tish reminds her as she exhales choppily. “I do!” she croons as Letitia continues her assault on Y/N’s twitching clit. “Then why you so quiet?”

“I—” she chomps down on her bottom lip as Letitia raises an eyebrow. “C’mon, baby, let me hear you.” she pleads as Y/N whines, the noise in the back of her throat. “Tish please…” she drawls quietly. By this point, Tish has found herself face to face with Y/N’s pussy. “Please what?” she says as Y/N squeezes her eyes closed, legs shuffling as a means of showing her discomfort. “You gotta use your words with me, pretty girl.” Letitia reminds her. “I just— do something.” Y/N barks as Letitia stares boredly. “I am.” she bites back as Y/N groans.

“Please, Tish. Your tongue, I want it.” she forces it out, hips bucking out towards Letitia’s awaiting mouth as the 29 year old grins wickedly. “That wasn’t so hard.” she praises, sticking her tongue out teasingly, delving directly into her pussy, eliciting a breathy moan from Y/N. "Oh, fuck!” she whines when Tish’s tongue plunges in deep before slipping out as she licked around her tiny hole. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she repeats as Letitia wraps her muscular arms around Y/N’s thighs, pulling her even closer to her mouth as she traces her clit with her tongue.

“Tish!“ she hisses bucking her hips trying to bring her closer. Letitia lets out a moan of her own, the sound vibrating against Y/N who squeezes her eyes shut as she leans back against the armrest of the couch. Letitia slides two fingers inside Y/N, not removing her mouth as she pumps those finger in and out, agonizingly slow. “D’you like this?” she asks as Y/N’s head lolls slightly. “Yeah, love it so much.” she hisses. “Love your fucking fingers.” she chokes out.

Letitia grins triumphantly, happy that Y/N has no choice but to be more vocal. She’s still leisurely lapping against Y/N’s cunt, curling the two fingers inside of her, searching for something. Y/N is so blissed out she’s got no clue what Letitia’s on a mission to find, she just knows that the deeper her fingers dive, the better she feels. “Please… please.” she whispers as Tish kisses her clit, scissoring her fingers. Letitia smirks again adding another finger, Y/N moaning at the stretch. Letitia speeds her fingers up, slamming all three rapidly.

Letitia’s blunt fingernail catches on a plushy spot just at the roof of Y/N’s pussy, it earns her a loud moan from Y/N. Her hips are bucking on their own, chasing Letitia’s fingers to repeat the action that set her off. “Right fucking there, baby. Please.” Y/N begs as Letitia sticks her tongue out as if she’s deep in thought, drawing her fingers up so all three punch against that same spot, Y/N’s jaw dropping. “Haah, oh fuck!” she squeals. “That’s your spot?” Tish asks as Y/N’s head bobs limply, tongue slipping out to drag over her now chapped lips.

“You’re doing so good f’me. Squeezing my fingers so fucking good.” Letitia coos, eyes drawn on Y/N’s pussy as she speaks. “Please don’t stop, Tish, please. You’re making me feel so fucking good.” Y/N grunts, and her eyes are squeezed even tighter, it’s almost impossible to focus on anything but the feeling Tish is providing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Y/N chants nails digging into Letitia’s forearm as she rocked her hips in time to her fingers. “You’re so messy. Y/N/N — you get like this for everybody?” Letitia asks meanly as she bullies Y/N’s pussy.

“Haah— fuck, no, baby!” she denies as she holds onto Letitia’s forearm for dear life. “So what is it then?” Letitia demands. “You’re saying this is all cause of me?” she taunts as an especially deep thrust of her fingers has Y/N’s cunt sloshing from how wet she had become. “Fuck, that feels so good!” Y/N squeals as Letitia drags the arm Y/N was clinging to, up her body to rest over her clit. “Oi?” she says as she grasps Y/N’s hand, prompting her to rub her clit with her own fingers. “Ah!” she gasps out, shaking her head. “It’s all cause of you.” she groans. “You just saying that cause you want to come?” Letitia asks bluntly.

“Fuck! Tish, no — I — fuck!” she can hardly get her sentence out as she keeps rubbing tight circles on her clit, Tish’s fingers catching her g-spot again. “You make me feel so good, Tish.” Y/N whimpers. “E— Even before all this.” she continues, and Letitia finds her fingers slowing down as Y/N rambles nervously. “Oh, yeah?” Tish asks thoughtfully. “Before Kehlani, before Eva, before all of it.” Y/N rants as Letitia bites down on her bottom lip roughly. “Been thinking ‘bout you like this for so fucking long.” Y/N whines as Tish stutters.

“Since when?” she demands. “Since our chemistry test.” Y/N gasps between her words. “Y-You were so nervous, but you gave that amazing answer when they asked you what being in a film like Black Panther meant to you.” Y/N recounts. “And I was trying to act cool, but inside I was — I was already into you. Before I even knew it.” she chokes out a sob. “And I just — I don’t want to see you be with anybody else.” she whines. “I need you so fucking bad.” she can feel her eyes burning, wanting to brim with tears. 

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Letitia demands as Y/N keens.

She can feel a tight coil growing in her stomach, Letitia quick to remove her fingers from her clit as she slips her fingers out of Y/N’s aroused pussy. “Keep your eyes on me.” Letitia forewarns and Y/N nods her head sluggishly, she misses the fullness Tish’s fingers provided, she’s so pent up. “Good girl.” she praises when Y/N manages to keep her eyes glued on Tish’s face. “Now I want you to keep talking to me.” she instructs as Y/N feels a lump grow in her throat. She felt nervous, anxious, aroused, and Tish was the cause of all of it.

“I’ve never wanted anybody more than you.” Y/N admits and Letitia feels her heart swelling, smile tugging at her lips as she circles her fingers around Y/N’s clit. “Nobody?” Letitia asks in surprise. “Please…” Y/N whines, she doesn’t want to repeat herself, she wants to cum, and she wants to cum hard. “You don’t even know what you’re begging for.” Letitia says with a shake of her head. “I just want you.” Y/N blurts as Letitia dips down to spit directly on Y/N’s cunt, messily rubbing it with three of her fingers. “I-Inside.” she pleads. “Hmm?” Tish asks.

“Want ‘em inside, please, please, please.” Y/N reaches out for Letitia’s hand, wrapping her own around Letitia’s wrist before she wrenches the woman’s hands from her clit, dragging them lower towards her needy entrance. “Please, Tish. I did what you asked.” she reminds Letitia who exhales through her nose in a quiet laugh. “Yeah, you did. Did so good for me, made me feel so special, hearing you talk like that, babygirl.” she admits. “You wanna cum?” she asks. “Please.” Y/N drawls out as Letitia slips three fingers back inside Y/N.

By now the couch has become uncomfortable and sticky. Y/N’s all the way on her back, her legs extended hanging on either side of Tish. “You taking them so well.” Tish compliments as Y/N surges forward, practically lunging for another kiss. She had officially lost all of her remaining chill. One sharp jab at her g-spot has her jerking back from Tish’s mouth, letting out another audible cry. “Can I please play with my—” she gasps, cutting herself off when Tish lightly taps her pulsing clit. “You need some attention up here?” she asks gruffly.

“Y-Yeah, fuck!” Y/N croons, voice deep. Tish wastes no time building a rhythm. One hand shoving three fingers inside Y/N, the other rubbing circles on her clit.  It doesn’t take long for the familiar knot to begin forming in Y/N’s stomach. “Please, please, Tish… please don’t stop!” she begs as she picks up speed. “You gonna cum for me?” Tish asks raising an eyebrow as she begins to scissor her fingers inside of Y/N. “Yes, fuck! Do that again.” Y/N begs squeezing her eyes shut as she wraps her legs spread open even wider.

She’s back to digging her nails into Tish’s wrist, but she doesn’t seem to mind. “You sound so pretty.” she hums, and she can feel herself shuddering. “What would everybody think if they saw you like this?” she asks curiously. “If they knew you ain’t as innocent as you look.” she proceeds as Y/N gasps. “You think they’d care if they found out that shit you pulled with Mike was nothing compared to what you’re doing with me?” she asks sweetly. “You think they’d care if they knew you let me play in this pretty pussy?” she asks as Y/N clenches hard.

She feels the tears streaking down her cheek. She was so close, almost there. “Oya, you liked that?” she questions. “You want people to know?” she taunts as Y/N chokes on a groan. “Please…” she whimpers. “That what you wanted Y/N/N? Everyone to know you ain’t as innocent as you look?” Y/N moans again. “Fuck, fuck!” she says through a sob. “Right there, holy shit!” she cries as Letitia raises an eyebrow slowing her pumps down. 

“Tish, please!” Y/N begs, more tears falling as she tries to rock her hips. “Answer my question.” Tish demands. “Fuck! Yes- yes I want everybody to know!” she moans. “Know what? I need you to say it, baby.” Tish says with a chuckle. Y/N makes a mental note to get Letitia back tenfold, when it was her turn. She’d have that girl losing her goddamn mind. “I — fuck!” she barks. “I want everybody to know that I — haah! That I let you play in my fucking pussy!” she squeals.

Letitia smiles in triumph resuming her fast pace as she keeps rubbing on Y/N’s clit. She can feel her only arousal starting to collect, growing sticky as it dripped onto the backs of her legs. “You’re squeezing my fingers so tight.” Tish mumbles into Y/N’s ear as said girl shudders. “Tish, I’m gonna fucking come.” she warns. Letitia pulls her fingers out quickly, Y/N sobbing as she feels her orgasm being snatched from her. Letitia pulls Y/N back onto her lap, her legs spread out wide.

She rubs a hand up Y/N’s naked body, dragging up and down until she reaches her hips. She places a chaste kiss to Y/N’s neck, before she dives back in. Grabbing hold of Y/N’s legs she spreads them wide, dragging a lone finger up and down her slit. She pulls the finger up to her mouth. She slips it between her lips, sucking it clean as Y/N lets out a shaky sob. “Oh, fuck!” she whines as Letitia drags the finger out of her mouth before pulling Y/N into a sloppy kiss.

When Tish’s tongue dips in between Y/N’s parted lips she can taste herself on her tongue and that makes her feel all the more aroused. “Please, Tish. Please, make me cum, please.” she asks shakily as Letitia drags her finger around Y/N’s pussy lips, it seems almost taunting the way she’s dragging all this out. Edging had never been something Y/N enjoyed, but she was certain she’d take anything Letitia gave her. Letitia drags her hands up, hands cupping Y/N’s breasts as she goes back to leaving more marks, more hickeys that would take forever to cover.

Y/N’s head is thrown back, leaning against Letitia’s shoulder as her entire pussy throbs. She was so pent up she almost felt like she was in pain. “Tish, Tish, baby, please. Fuck! I just need you to make me cum.” she begs. “Need your fingers in me. Need ‘em so fucking bad. Don’t you wanna make me feel good.” she asks and she and Letitia both, are shocked at the noise Tish lets out. It’s a deep groan, her entire body shaking up under Y/N. “Fuck!” she hisses. “You’re so fucking filthy.” she spits as Y/N pants, hips rocking rapidly.

Tish rubs her clit lightly, pressing down enough that Y/N moans before she moves even lower, sticking two fingers back into Y/N. She’s pumping shallowly, other hand dragging up and down Y/N’s body. “Give me your hand.” Letitia instructs as Y/N nods absently, immediately offering her hand off. It’s her mistake, but she doesn’t realize until Tish is guiding her free hand towards her already preoccupied cunt. She takes one of Y/N’s fingers, sliding into her pussy as well, and she can feel her own finger pressed up again both of Tish’s.

Her stomach churns as Letitia guides it all, all three fingers finding her g-spot, the familiar feeling of needing to piss smacking Y/N like a ton of bricks. “Ah, shit! Tish, just like that!” Y/N pants, tears pricking up in her eyes as Letitia sucks a large hickey in the nape of her neck. “Come on baby.” She encourages guiding her hips. “I wanna feel you cum around our fingers.” She adds as Y/N moans. She’s not sure if it’s the fact that Letitia is solely in charge of her pleasure, or the feeling of all three fingers inside of her, but she clenches tightly around them.

“Haah.” she gasps, she’d never been so horny before. Letitia drops Y/N’s wrist, no longer guiding Y/N’s finger, instead she pulls up to rub a few more tight coils on Y/N’s clit. It takes three circles for Y/N to squeeze her eyes closed as the damn breaks. “Shit yes… yes! Just like that… oh fuck I’m coming baby.” she moans eyes rolling to the back of her head. She can hear her release before she can feel it, it’s like water splashing all over the floor, splattering as her entire body convulses, stomach cramping. “That’s it, baby. So fucking good for me.” 

Letitia keeps rubbing circles on Y/N’s clit, coaxing her down from her orgasm as she whispers more praise in her ear. Y/N is certain she’s never came harder. “You made a mess.” Letitia comments as Y/N huffs out in response. “That’s a problem for later.” she says dully. “Cause now it’s your turn, and I swear to God, I’m not gonna fucking hold back.” she forewarns as Letitia merely chuckles. “Yeah, show me what you got, baby girl!”   

crying rn

Comfort

Pairings: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Summary:It’s just you comforting your Shuri, getting her to open up to you.

Ever since Shuri finally took a break from her lab and was free from her duties as Queen, you took advantage of taking her into your shared bedroom and try to speak to her about everything that has been happening in her life.

You sat on the floors of the bedroom, the moonlight peeking through the windows illuminating the color of both your skin.

“Meetings”on the floor felt more comfortable for you both.It reminded you of the times you were mindless teenagers sitting on the grass, speaking either meaningless topics that made you both laugh or topics full of question and wonder if the universe.

Your palms took in her own as you saw the battle she was having with herself.

You knew how stubborn Shuri could be.It was something you couldn’t help loving of her.

It helped build the strong woman she was, despite so much she has lost.

But that stubbornness was getting in the way of her releasing her pain.

“Shuri, ndijonge.”

Shuri, look at me.

She was afraid to.She felt that if she did, the gentleness and warmth of your eyes will be all it takes for her to break.

If she brought her walls down now, she’d be left vulnerable.

But right now she wasn’t in front of the elderlies or strongest warriors of Wakanda, she wasn’t Queen when she was with you.

She was just Shuri.

Your Shuri.

And you have seen her at her worst and have been there to hold her up whenever she would bend or tilt.

“My love, if you do not let it out, the grief will become a scream trapped in your soul, a constant cry in the dark, a scream you can never release.”

Looking up at you, she saw the familiarity in your captivating eyes as you continued to speak.

“So scream, shout, and cry the way the sky does with thunder and lightning and rain…for it knows it is being cleansed, it knows that the storm is the only way of releasing the pain.”

Your words brought a weak smile to her lips, adoring how you always had a beautiful way to use them.

Wether it’s comfort, happiness, or simply just you speaking it always brought her peace.

A shaking breath left deep within her as she nodded.

That night, Shuri found herself speaking to you for as long as she needed.Pouring out every feeling, every fear and flaw.No ounce of judgement or urge to leave in your face.

You were patient with her.You didn’t rush nor pressure her, simply holding her hands as she took in deep breaths.She even noticed how you kept your fingers loose in case she wanted to pull away.

But Shuri kept her hold on you.She always has and always will.

These nights either took place on the floor or her bed.The way you’d hold her so close, so tight.

And as more nights like these continued, she let herself feel.Truly feel the emotions she had pushed away when her brother passed away.When her mother passed away.

And you were there to take it all in, to reassure her of your presence always staying in her life.

The deep sorrows being more clear, reaching the surface of those brown eyes you adored so much.

The tears cascading her cheeks as you gently wiped them away.

Or the curls shadowing her brows and eyes whenever she looked down in shame of what she felt.

But you didn’t protest on it.You let her feel whatever she wanted to.Right now it was her moment to speak, to feel.

But there were times were Shuri became a babbling mess because of her panic.

So whenever that occurred, your lips would gently pressed to her forehead.

It always calmed her down when you were both younger.

And just as before, it got her face to soften with a light smile curling her lips.

Or there were nights were you didn’t even need to speak.

All it took was one look at her sagging shoulders, the raw pain in her eyes and without hesitation she dove into your welcoming embrace.

You’d whisper soothing words in her ears as sobs ripped through her, fingers running through her tangled locks in hopes to calm whatever was racing through her head.

The quivers of Shuri’s body being swallowed by the warmth and strength of your arms.

You’d feel her body jerk slight from time to time while she laid on top of you but a gentle squeeze from you made her relax, letting her get lost in your warmth.

It took time, it took baby steps for her to become emotionally stronger.But you were there through it all.

You became stability, her courage, her vulnerability, her love, her savior.

And every day, every night, Shuri got to rise and sleep in the arms of the one she loved.

CHAI 😧

I just seen a shuriri x reader story and read “Tears ran down your pale face” I said AWOOP JUMPSCARE!

I was so shocked 😭😭

I feel like every time you come up on my screen I feel giddy likeee🤭 ts is gas tho holy shit

say it more often +18 (riri williams x reader)

you and riri are dating and everything has been going well. but after that first time you two hadn’t had sex like that again, and you know why, but it’s too embarrassing to admit. riri, of course, what’s you to tell her what you want, no matter how embarrassing you think it may be. so, you try to swallow your pride, you can tell her, right?

i need riri williams next to me right fucking now. in my bed holding my hand, NEOOWWW!!

anyways this is the same reader and established relationship from playing dumb, so go read that first to have some context, and since it’s the same the description still stands

warnings; overstim, crying, soft bullying, dom! riri, sweet sub! reader, squirting, multiple orgasms, strap on sex, name calling, slight breeding kink, embarrassment kink, semi public sex, public teasing, jealous! riri, orgasm denial

song inspo: hold on by the internet

DT: thank you loves; @verachii @dejaonline @shuri-my-love @sokkasbae255 @placeoffreedom @szalipcombo @widowmakker @blackgcomica @mocha-aya @dayjlovesromance @rxcently @letitias-fav @malltake12 @bluejay2503 @suhni @imshurisbabymama @fetchyourlife @lifewitquinn @letitias-wife

“haaa, fuck, fuck,” you moan quietly, trying to keep it down as you knew it was after hours and you didn’t want to wake anyone up. your vibrator wasn’t even at its maximum speed but you were so spent up, any pressure on your clit was going to tip you over.

and of course there was no reason for you to masturbating like this, you had a wonderful, sexy, amazing girlfriend who you could talk to about anything but this… this was just something you needed to wait for.

after your first time with riri, you started dating officially; meeting in your dorms, kissing in hallways, walking each other to class, going on dates and staying over, all the cute shit you always wanted to do when you got a girlfriend, but youve been sexually frustrated for the last couple of weeks or so. and of course, again, you could tell riri, but, god after the first time you don’t know how much more embarrassment you could take knowing she’d see you that greedy and desperate again.

you whine and toss your head back, thinking of riri any way possible. you had on one of her hoodies and you could feel the hickey she left on your neck still itching at your skin, fuck, she was all around you.

but i need her inside me, you think desperately, small tears forming as you feel your orgasm approaching. “ahhhh, riri, please,” you whisper to no one, wanting her to read your mind, burst through your door and fuck you senseless.

but it’s too late now, your legs clamp up, your thighs begin to shake, and you feel yourself twitch, fuck, you’re cumming—

“mhhh… ahhh, fuck, fuck, fuck, riri!” you shout softly, your clit pulsing lowly under the vibrations and your legs shaking slightly. you sigh out the rest of your moans as your pussy clenches around nothing and you catch your breath.

fuck, you really need riri. you sigh out and but your vibrator back in your nightstand and turn off the music you had been listening to. you pull out your phone, 11:47 pm. she’s probably still awake.

you: hi my love are you up? 11:48 pm

she doesn’t even take a minute,

riri bby <3: for you, course i am, what’s wrong? 11:48 pm

you smile softly as you head to the bathroom, still a bit jelly legged.

you: nothing, i just miss you, whatre you doing? 11:48 pm

riri bby <3: thinking of you, i was hoping you’d text me 11:49 pm

fuck, even over text shes a smooth talker. you sigh as your pussy gets just as excited as you do, and you decide to leave it alone and put some pants on and lay back down in bed

you: yeah? what were you thinking about? 11:49 pm

riri bby <3: fucking you in front of our chem class so daniel can stop staring at you. 11:50 pm

you toss your phone with a shout, fuck! why would she text you that knowing you want to jump all the way in your bones? you take a deep breath, riri was still so bold even after you’ve guys been dating for nearly a couple of months now. and even though it shouldn’t take you by surprise anymore, it still turns you on an embarrassing amount.

you reread the text and decide to focus on the latter part of it:

you: i feel like i’ve assured you enough times for you to know that i don’t want daniel and i’m fairly confident he doesn’t want me either 11:51 pm

riri bby <3: yeah you have but i don’t like the way he stares at you. i could blow him up, yknow? 11:51 pm

you did know. yes, i know, 11:52 pm

riri bby <3: mhmm, whatre you doing awake, you have culinary tomorrow right? get some sleep, baby 11:53 pm

you smile at your phone, so considerate, so sweet, god you want — no, need — to fuck her again so bad. you want to text her that, your fingers hovering over the keyboard slightly, the words ‘please fuck me’ are already in the message box but instead you backspace and type a simple, okay <3 11:55 pm

riri bby <3: goodnight, love 11:55pm

you sigh and put your phone on the charger and put on your bonnet.

she deserves to know, you think, or at least i deserve to blow all this steam off, i don’t think getting horny over a text will cut it for too long.

you sigh, maybe tomorrow.

you don’t tell her the next day.

riri doesn’t seem to pick up on you acting weird either, she’s holding your hand and telling you all about her and shuri’s lastest new project and how many improvements they’ve both made to the ironheart suit and you just listen as she rambles. riri had this cute side to her that no one ever really saw, she really only got this way with you, all nerdy and excitedly talking about tech you had never heard of and you always enjoyed it.

you two were in the quad, eating lunch— well you were eating riri’s lunch and she was mostly talking. you watch her closely, she’s so cute, so pretty, fuck i need her so bad, god look at her hands, fuck—

“hey, y/n, you with me?” she asked waving her hands in your face and you blink, “y-yeah, i’m here, sorry daydreaming,” you laugh out and shove another fry in your mouth and avoid her gaze.

she exhaled through her nose, and picks up your chin with her hand, “what is it?” she asks, looking deeply into your eyes. god, her eyes, her mouth, her lips—

fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, i need you, i need everything, you said you’d give it to me read my mind, please — you shrug, “nothing, it’s just.. just macro again,” you laugh a bit.

she raises her eyebrows, the look you’ve come to mean, “really? that’s it?” and you nod again and she releases your chin and you release the breath you were holding, happy she took your answer.

she scoots closer to you as you continue writing your homework and you feel her hand slide between your thighs and you gasp, “riri, what—”

“shhhh, just write baby,” she whispers in your ear as she palms your underwear from underneath your dress. you squirm trying to close your thighs and stop yourself from moaning, “ri.. riri what’re you doing, we’re in public—”

“i know so be quiet, okay? i just wanna feel you for a second,” god, fuck, you do too, you want to open your legs and give her everything, moan aloud and kiss her passionately and you can feel yourself start to drip down your thighs and riri continues to palm you through the small wall of cotton keeping her from your clit.

you gasp out, fuck fuck yes touch me, please, i need it— and then suddenly her hand and its pressure is gone, riri sighing and picking up her textbooks. you gape at her and start, “i-i thought—”

“you thought i was gonna fuck you in the quad?” she smirks and you stammer and she continues, “you should know by now i only do what you ask for, baby. so if you want me to fuck you in the quad and we both get expelled okay, sure. but ask. if you want something, ask me. i feel like we had this conversation before, yeah?”

you swallow, “yea, yeah we have,” and she nods, holding eye contact. “so, what do you want?”

you sigh, fuck this is so repetitive, but before you can even say anything your alarm goes off, letting you know your culinary class was about to begin. you look at your phone and back at her, “i want… to get to culinary on time,” you say instead and kiss her on her flabbergasted cheek and collect your books.

she’s still sitting down when you start to stand and she smiles and says, “im pretty sure i have a higher stamina than you, yknow. so if you wanna play this game, sure, we can, but when you lose, don’t cry,” riri says, all too confident, and you huff.

“i won’t. lose nor cry,” you say, but your voice falters when you see her smirk.

fuck, yeah, you were going to lose.

for the next week, you and riri have just been teasing each other to see which one gives up before the other.

she’ll palm you occasionally, keeping her hands on your ass at all times and always whispering things in your ear and kissing your neck. she’s always rubbing the inside of your thigh, always two steps from your pussy. she’ll text you late at night that she misses the way your pussy clenches around her fingers, that she misses your noises, how pretty you sound for her; she’ll practically harass you throughout the night with those messages.

you were try your best to keep up; you wore skirts that got shorter and shorter, you’re always sitting on her lap and moving slightly every now and again, once you leaned over and let out a small moan in her ear and she kicked the table you were at in the fucking library to draw attention to you both and make you stop. you had even once sent her a semi nude after getting out of the shower and she didn’t text you back until an hour later and your mind couldn’t help but reel at the thought, wondering what she could’ve been doing for that hour.

after receiving a fairly long and explicit paragraph about much she couldn’t wait to fuck you, you walk into biochem with a short dress on and your hair up. you walk right passed riri to get to your assigned seat but not before daniel, fucking prick, comes up and stops you and makes you turn around to see him.

“hey, y/n, how have you been?” god, he’s so awkward, you cringe but you see just past him, right at the rim of your glasses, you see her,

riri. your girlfriend. fuming.

she looks like she really is about to blow him up.

you exhale, “i’ve been okay, daniel how are you?” you say just to be polite. you sigh still not making eye contact, watching riri watch you and your every move. “good, i’ve been good. so yeah, uhh i was just wondering if you wanted to go out some time, you seem pretty chill, so like i was just—”

you can barely hear him. all of you’re attention is in riri fucking williams, who looks like she’s about kill a man in front of you. you want to go up to her, reassure her like you normally do and promise that you’re not interested in daniel but you know it’s not that, she’s not worried about you, you think she’s just realized people don’t know you’re all hers.

your phone goes off during daniels monologue about how cool you are. you know it’s riri, because by now she’s turned around, her faux locs are the only things you can see and your entire body is hot. you stop daniel, “daniel. i’m a lesbian, i have a girlfriend, and i don’t want to go out with you, okay?”

and he looks crushed, of course he does, but you could care less. professor haymore walks in and you sit in your seat and check your phone,

riri bby <3: i lose. come to my dorm after class. 3:52 pm

you sigh, happy it isn’t a promised death threat or grave for daniel and text back:

of course, all you had to do was ask. 3:56 pm

and once more, class is the longest it’s been in a while. luckily it’s just review so your notes are choppy and barely understandable but you accept once more this is just a lesson you’ll have to miss. the next hour are 30 minutes are spent thinking about riri williams; how she’ll fuck you tonight, how much you’ll be limping tomorrow, what classes you have just in case you can’t come in, how much you can’t wait to have her again.

class ends, fucking finally, and you pack yourself up before you see riri already next to you, waiting. you smile that innocent smile even though you know she’s gonna fuck everything out of you, “hi,”

she smiles, “i like your dress,” she lies through her teeth. you know she hates this dress, and not for the reasons you’d think. when you’re in this dress all she can think about is bending you over and not letting you up, it hugs you just right in the most perfect places and your ass looks amazing in it and it drives riri insane. you play just as coy, “do you? i thought you hated it,”

riri extends her hand and you take it and she pulls you close, “i only hate when i can’t take it off, is all,”

and you laugh, “well i appreciate the clarification,” and she nods, hand on your waist as you walk down the lecture hall and take the long journey to her dorm across campus. shes eerily silent so you start, “i hope you’re not too sorry about losing, yknow. you held out for a very long time,” you say sweetly and she laughs,

“oh i take that back, i’m not losing i just needed something to grab your attention and make you listen to me,” riri scoffs out and you’re at her dorm already, mouth gaping.

“you can’t take back your loss, you admitted it!” you scold her and she laughs, “but i set up the game so i change the rules, cmon you know that,”

you exhale as you both enter her room and she puts some music on, “no, i didn’t know that. you admitted it, that you lost, so now—” you huff shutting the door behind you.

“yeah, so now what? i just get to fuck you right?” riri says taking off her bookbag and her shoes and hoodie, fuck, you see her arms flex around her shirt, dammit, you’re getting distracted, “n-now you.. ugh i don’t know! we didn’t discuss actually prizes, or establish rules so i don’t know what happens now,” you huff out and she walks over to you and pulls your chin down to kiss her and you completely fall over and unravel just from her mouth alone. you wrap your arms around her just like you always do and feel her hands around your hips and you moan in her mouth.

she releases you and you both pant, “i’ll fuck you, mami, i lost fair and square, okay?” and you smile, triumph at last. then she adds, “but i still like it when you ask me, so can you? please for me, baby?”

and she sounds so needy, much like you do sometimes, and you can’t help but wonder, “why?”

riri smiles shyly and shakes her head, “i honestly don’t know, i think it’s a kink, maybe. like i like seeing you get all flustered and embarrassed, i really couldn’t tell you,” she admits, rubbing all over your back and butt.

you laugh, “really? that’s it? i can do that,” you say sweetly and she puts her forehead against yours, “yeah? for me?”

you kiss her nose, “just for you. please fuck me, riri,”

you see her smile, true and big, “yeah, yeah, i will,” and she kisses you again. you gasp, her tongue taking it as an invitation to invade your mouth and you mouth once you start to taste her. she slides her hands against your dress and begins to unzip it and you start to slip out of it as well.

she laughs, “i really do like this dress, baby,” she says and you laugh once it’s over your head completely, “yeah, now that’s it off right?” and she laughs with you as you both kiss and walk back to the bed and she eases you down.

you sigh feeling her mouth attach to your neck and start kissing your ear as she presses against your underwear and holds your leg open with the other hand. you’ve been waiting for this for so fucking long, god you feel like you’re gonna cum the minute she actually touches you.

your bra and underwear come off at the same time you feel her immediately press against your clit with her ring and middle fingers. you arch up, not expecting such sudden contact and moan, “hahhh, ohhh riri, right there,” you whisper out and spread your legs wider so she can access your pussy better.

she kisses against you and murmurs, “so pretty for me, baby,” in your ear and bites against your skin and your nipples. you whine, already overstimulated from not being touched for so long.

it only takes a few moments and few circular motions of her fingers for you to reach to reach your orgasm, you twist your head, “ahhh, mhmm i’m cumming riri, i’m gonna cum—” you moan out, hand grabbing for the sheets and pulling as riri encourages you, “that’s it mami, cum for me, go ahead, i wanna see,” and you let go, you mouth falling open and your legs clenching around her as your clit pulses and your pussy twitches, cum leaking out as you ride your orgasm.

you whine out, all high pitched until riri removes her fingers and kisses your face all over, whispering praises and affection. you sigh and pull her down for a proper kiss, sitting up slightly. riri smiles against you, and pulls away, “you wanna try it today?”

you blink, still high from your orgasm, before you realize what she’s talking about. it being the strap you two had decided to buy when you were both high after finals. you had talked about it, wanting to use a strap on, and riri admitted to having done so already (and you tried not to get jealous or find the girl’s address) and that she thinks you’d like it.

always down to try new things (and always down to spend money that isn’t yours) riri clicks purchase that fateful night and ever since then it’s stayed in her dorm closet, still not been used.

riri kisses your hands, bringing you back, “you okay, honey?” she asks looking into your eyes, “we don’t have to try it now if you don’t want to, it’s okay,” she says but the images of riri fucking you, pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow, her folding you like a pretzel and moving inside you, makes you ache in ways you’ve never ached before.

“no!” you say a little too loudly, “no, umm, i want to. try it i mean. we- we can,” you finally get out and riri smiles and she jumps up from the bed and whispers, “okay wait here,” as she goes to her closet in the bathroom

when she comes back, it’s in her hand, presuming she just cleaned it, and she’s got on boxers and her shirt is gone leaving her sports bra on. you smiled nervously, and she soothed over you thighs, kissing your cheeks, “imma have to finger you to open you up okay?” fuck, she’s so much, you nod, speechless, and she looks at you with those eyes and you say it aloud, “yes that’s okay,” you whisper and she sneaks a kiss to your lips, “good girl,”

fuck you could’ve moaned aloud if you weren’t already embarrassed. she lays you back down and kisses your lower half as she squirts lube on her right hand, her left still rubbing circles and patterns into your thighs. you whimper and toss your head back, you’re not going to be able to hold eye contact like you want to. you love seeing riri finger you, her skilled hand flexing inside you always drives you over the edge but knowing what’s coming next has you whining and hiding.

the cold lube is the first thing you feel before you feel her warm middle finger move inside your walls, making you gasp and close your eyes. you feel her kisses against your thighs and hear the small praises, “good girl, open up for me mami, okay?”

you moan feeling the second finger, “yeah, i will, hhaaa, feels so good riri—” you slur out, already feeling drunk on her two fingers alone. she laughs a bit before moving her fingers back and forth and you whine and move your legs, fuck, fuck, her fingers feel so fucking amazing. you sit up a bit, because you know the angle you like the most and you look at riri with hooded eyes, and she’s so focused, looking deeply into your pussy as she moves slowly in and out of you and holds your stomach down to give some added pressure to your pelvis. she adds a third and fuck, fuck—

you throw your head back once you feel her graze your g-spot, “hahh, yeah yeah, right there baby, please,” and she sighs, “yeah i feel it baby, that feel good?” and you moan and nod in agreement and she kisses your mouth and makes you lean back a bit more so she can hit it just right —

“ANNHHH, yeahhhh, yes please right there, right there riri, don’t fucking stop, pleaseeee,” you whimper out and she nods, hiding her face in your neck and kissing you there as her thumb finds and circles your clit, oh fuck, it’s too much.

you feel your pussy starting to pulse with her fingers and you know riri can feel it too, “i’m..! im about to cum, haaahhh! riri let me cum, please,” you whine out against her mouth and she whispers back, “yeah cum for me mami, lemme feel it, cum on my fingers, baby,” you toss your head back, disconnecting your kiss momentarily as you pulse around her, your pussy bucking against her hand and pulling on her fingers as you start to cum, squirting slightly as you moan out her name slurred and delirious.

riri’s encouraging you all the way, whispering small ‘good girl’s in your ear and she shakes her fingers inside you to prolong your orgasm; you grab her wrist from overstimulation and buck, “haa, i’m done, riri fuck, i came..” and she kisses you and pulls her fingers out, and you can vaguely hear how wet you’ve gotten.

you continue to kiss as your body calms down and riri rubs all over your skin and lightly touches your pussy, trying to get you relaxed again. you sigh once she releases your mouth and ask you, breathless, “where you want me, mami?”

your face heats up and you close your eyes, sighing, right. she’s about to literally fuck you, and even though you feel your pussy aching you from your last orgasm, you’re so excited for it you feel it twitch once the question leaves riri’s mouth. you try to remember all the times you and riri have tribbed before and where you liked her best and you sigh out, “on top, please,”

she nods, kissing you sweetly, and she holds your face to look at her, “hey,” she says quietly, and you open your eyes, nervous, but you see riri looking just as nervous as you, “thank you, y/n. i know this is a lot and it’s new, so imma try my best to make you feel good, okay?”

so so sweet, so considerate, fuck, riri williams is literally a fucking drug the way she has you wrapped around her finger,

you moan a bit, not expecting the sincerity and nod, “thank you, too.” you want to add an ‘i love you,’ but decided to hold off and she nods once more before moving around and grabbing the strap and adjusting her boxers. she takes the dildo and attaches it to her boxers and you hear her curse slightly, “fuck, i haven’t done this in a minute,” she whispers mostly to herself but you lean up and stroke her face encouragingly.

she looks at you with her pretty eyes and she leans into your hand and kisses it slightly, reaching for the lube and putting some on.

riri leans down, mostly to distract you with a kiss, because she knows how embarrassed you’d get if you see her like this, and you gladly accept because the thought of riri fucking williams — your girlfriend — stroking herself right now before she enters and fucks you would drive you up the wall. you hear it though, the soft sound of lube against the silicone and it makes you whimper in riri’s mouth, knowing what was about to happen.

once riri deems herself coated enough, she rubs her palms against your thighs and you feel her slowly slide the strap against you, and you gasp, breaking the kiss, and moan a bit, still nervous. she kisses down your neck and whispers how sweet you are and some thank you’s and such and you close your eyes, fuck, fuck it’s a lot.

she guides herself against you and slowly moves inside, the strap opening you up in a way her fingers couldn’t. you moan aloud, gasping, “holy fuck, riri,” you sigh and she whispers, “i know baby, it’s okay, hold on to me,” and you do just that, grabbing her forearms with your hands and sighing as her pelvis touches yours.

fuck.

she inside you. fuckkkk.

you can feel it, the plastic, right before your g-spot and you’re catching your breath softly, keeping your eyes closed as you try to collect yourself. riri is huffing in your ear too, obviously trying to control herself and let you adjust. she had told you that once, while you both were high and talking about sex, that she loves strapping. it’s her favorite part because how much she loves making her partner feel good, and that sometimes she can’t control herself when she does.

you remember hearing that, and how excited you were in the moment and now here you are, actually experiencing it. you moan softly again and pull her face from your neck and kiss her deeply, and riri gladly accepts, kissing back and rubbing her hands over your thighs and legs. when you part you whisper, “you can move,” is the smallest voice your body allows and riri looks at you and back down at your pussy and back, “sure?” and you nod.

she kisses you again and pulls out slightly, then pushes back in, rocking against you, holy fucking shit, you moan, loudly, feeling the tip of the strap barely touch your g-spot.

“fuck—” you let out softly and riri does it again, pulling out a little more this time and thrusting back in and knocking the wind from your lungs. you toss your head back, nails digging into her arms as she starts thrusting steadily into you, a slow pace to get you acclimated.

and what a wonderful fucking pace it is. you’re moaning loudly, head back and legs tightly wrapped around her body as riri looks at you in complete awe, you could fucking feel her eyes all over you. before you even adjust, your body is already craving more, and you groan aloud, and riri leans down still fucking into, “what, baby, you want more?”

her voice sounds so fucking different, your thighs close a bit, and you nod, you didn’t even know what you wanted more of, you just needed something else, the feeling of your orgasm pooling in your lower belly but not moving. you huff as she thrusts the same, “then ask me, mami,”

and you tilt back and moan, fuck, you’d forgotten all about that, her little embarrassment kink and you squeeze your eyes closed to avoid eye contact and you moan, “riri please fuck me harder,” and she sighs “yeah? say it again, baby let me hear you,”

you want to hit her, she’s so mean, keeping this slow pace and making you beg like this but your brain is fogged, completely unraveling at riri’s dick so you don’t care, “please, please, baby fuck me fuck be harder i need it fuck— i, i need you,”

and it’s all she needs.

maybe it’s the ‘i need you,’ but riri goes into overdrive, picking up your thighs and fucking into you deeper and harder, pulling out more and pushing back in at full force and you toss your head back and shout out, “YES, fuck, fuck, right there, right there, unhhhh please please please—” the strap is completely on top of your g-spot now, abusing it and rubbing against it with every thrust.

and you can hear riri cursing slightly above you, enjoying watching you squirm and she takes her right hand and starts toying with your clit, adding more pressure to your lower stomach with her left and you buck and shout, the sting of overstimulation in your veins. your orgasm sneaks up on you and your pitch in your moans change and riri catches it before you even say anything,

“you gonna cum, baby?” and you nod, breathless, about to let go and she’s suddenly at your ear, whispering,

“don’t you dare fucking cum,”

and you twitch, what? your mouth hangs to retort and she continues, “you think,” her thrusts get harsher as she talks, “you can just fuck with me like that for a week and i’m gonna let you cum?”

you moan again, fuck, fuck she had told you this last time, that she’s into obedience and when you had asked her to clarify, she just laughed and said “you’ll see, it’s kind of obvious,”

you feel some tears leave your eyes and you look up at her pleading and moaning, “ha, uhnn riri please let me cum, please,” it’s all you can do really, because the pressure on your pussy is making you speechless, your words already slurring together.

she chuckles a little and kisses your mouth, still keeping up with her intense pace, your pussy feels like it might fucking explode. you pull away from the kiss, bucking and moaning, tears still flowing steadily down your face, “please, please, i wanna cum,” you cry out, trying so bad to hold it in.

riri moves away from your face and kisses your chest, “i know baby, i know, just hold out for me okay, be my good girl, make up for how bad you were, yeah?” she grunts out and you nod, loving the thought of riri praising you again and being called good girl is all you wanted. it doesn’t help, though, because your orgasm is still approaching too fast for you to control and you try to warn her,

“riri, riri, baby, i — i can’t, uhhhh fuck fuck! please please im cumming — please let me cum, it feels so good,” and it’s nothing but music to riri’s ears and she’s grunting too, you feel her thighs shake against yours, “okay baby, cum with me okay? can you do that for me, mami?” and you nod, agreeing to anything if it means release.

she lasts for a few more thrusts before you start cumming first, yelling out a loud moan of her name along with slews of curses as your whole body pulses. riri’s right behind you, gasping softly and moaning quietly as she bucks softly into you and her legs shake. your thighs twitch and she takes her hand away from your clit once she feels it swelling up against her thumb. shes gasping some more before she falls over on you and you both stay, still breathless.

well, fuck.

you’re still gasping when you laugh welty and riri laughs too, now giddy and high after cumming so hard. you lift her face and pull her in for a kiss and murmur against her mouth, “i love you,” and she gasps and kisses you deeply, rubbing your legs and thighs up and down, “i love you too, baby,” she says back quietly and you smile and kiss all over her face.

riri sighs lowly and begins to pull out, and you moan slightly, pussy pulses almost like it’s begging for riri to come back inside. she takes off her boxers and lays next to you as you both catch your breaths and calm down.

you’re looking into her eyes and you smile, “that was good,” and she laughs a bit, “yeah, it was,” and you lean over and kiss her again, still feeling like you too should be connected in some way.

she rubs up and down your arms and massages your lips and clit a bit to calm them down. you sigh into your mouth and you buck a bit, knowing you couldn’t give her another even if you tried. she whispers against your mouth once you pull away, “thank you, love,” and you nod, “of course. and thank you,” and she repeats you and sits up to kiss you properly. riri gets up to go to the bathroom and grab you both warm towels and some fresh pajamas. you look at the time, fuck it was 9:30.

“i think we need to come up with a code word or something,” you start once you catch your breath and she sits next to you again, holding your hand and rubbing her thumb against it. she raises an eyebrow, “for?”

you smirk a bit, “for when we both get to proud or embarrassed to say what we want. because you clearly needed that like i did,” and riri laughs, and puts her hands up in defense.

“okay, how about, umm… ‘i need help with macro’.” you snort at her and shove her a bit,

“oh my god, you’re never gonna let me live that down!” you laugh and she laughs with you, “what, i mean it’s a big staple in our relationship! you did that instead of telling me what you wanted, right?” she smiles and holds your face and you smile back, “yeah yeah, i guess.” you huff still smiling.

and she leans in again and whispers another “i love you,” right against you lips.

about a week later, riri and you are in the quad again, and the memory of what she had tried to do here floods your mind the minute you sit down.

she’s working diligently and looking so focused and so sexy you bite your lip and lean over into her ear and whisper, “i think i need help with macro again,” and she laughs back,

“i was just about to say the same thing,”

riri come home the kids miss you

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