Yall Can Ask Me Questions Yk Im Boreddd

Y’all can ask me questions yk… I’m boreddd

shuri’s knees failin on her durin trainin cuz Okoye be too damn harsh

Woah.

FEMININITY

Pairing: Shuri Udaku X Confused reader

Word Count: 7.2k 😳

Contains: Fluff, Smut(18+), Reader has a child

A/N: This story kicked my ass so I really hope y’all read and enjoy! An homage to what’s beautiful about being with a woman.

Queen: I needed to get away. I’ll be in your city. Can I come by to see you guys tonight?

You look down at the message and smile. Shuri. You two became fast friends when you began an internship at one of the outreach centers. You ran through the ranks easily which caught the attention of the Princess, and caused you two to form an easy friendship. After your internship was over, you got a job at Stark enterprises with a glowing recommendation from the now Queen of Wakanda. You and Shuri remained friends, though you didn’t see eachother as often due to both of your busy schedules. But every once in awhile she came around to unwind from her chaotic live.

 Angel: Anytime Queen. We’ll be glad to have you. 🥰

You text back and sit your phone down. You turn around to your seven yr old son sitting at the Kitchen table, eating his breakfast like a big boy. “Guess what little guy!” He looks up from his food, and smiles at you beaming as he senses your excitement. “Shuri’s coming by today!” His eyes widen as he bounced a little in his seat.

 “Shuri!” He said voice filled with joy “Mommy, You think she’ll bring me something cool!” He asked. Eyes big and bright, already anticipating his new gadget. “Who knows kiddo.” You say with a smile. “Finish your food and have an awesome day in school and we’ll see.” You already knew she’d definitely be bringing him something. She was particularly impressed with your son and loved giving him things that would eventually cause you grief. 

  “Zahir, Let’s go little one!” You yelled to him from the living room. He came hopping down the stairs. You’d gotten yourself and your son ready for the day, and were out of the house in record time, now you were eager to tackle your day. You dropped off Zah with a hug and kiss and headed to work, all smiles and waves as you headed to your office with a bounce in your step. Asia, your work bestie, saw you coming as she got coffee from the break room. Her brow raised over top of her cup as she took a sip looking at you suspiciously. Your eyes connected and you continued walking right past her. “Oh no you did not!” She yells after you as she jogs to catch up, falling in your step.

 “My aren’t we chipper and ready for the day!” She says to you sarcastically doing a happy little wiggle. You look at her and roll your eyes. “ I’m always happy to be here. I love my job nosy.” She scoffs. “Uh huh, speaking of nosyyyy, I hear the Queens in town.” She smiled big, cutting right to the chase, typical Asia. Your raise a brow avoiding eye contact. “British?” You say inquisitively as you both enter your office. She closes the door behind you both.

“Bitch, you know what Queen I’m talking about. The one that’s got you walking through the office smiling and waving like Ms. America!” She mocks you smiling big, waving, laughing, and pointing, amplifying your earlier interactions. You laugh “I was not doing all that. You’re so extra!”

“Whatever girl, that’s not what I’m here for. Have you heard from her?” She sat in one of the leather chairs infront of your desk making herself comfortable. You follow her lead sitting in the the chair behind your desk. “ Yes I have she’s stopping by tonight.” Asia squeals. “Oh hell yea! I’m coming” You raise both brows and shake your head “Absoluetly not! Don’t bring your ass to my house Asia.” 

“You’re right, I don’t wanna be in the way.” She said wiggling her brow and rolling her body. 

“Get a life.” You say trying to hide your grin. 

“Damn girl! Leave it up to you to pull a fine ass African, stud Queen. Where they making those at? Talk about one of one.” You try to hold back your laugh. “I really hate you, who says shit like that Asia. And Shuri is not a stud, she’s a Stem, and we are very much FREINDS and that’s ALL.” You say with emphasis.

“Ah Ha! You said that shit like you believed it. That was cute. It’s giving Letitia Wright.” She laughed, and you flicked her off. “I’m just saying, Stud, Stem, whatever the fuck she wanna be, I’m straight as an arrow and she could fold me in half and strap my ankles to the headboard! Do you hear me! I’d be turning all the tricks! The neighbors would know my na-“

“Aight! Damn Asia you always take it far. Get out of my office so I can start my day.”

“That’s cool. I’ll do that. But you better hop on that strap before somebody take your seat hoe. Give that baby a stud daddy!” She gets up out of her chair. 

“ Please, Leave”

“BYE! Bougie bitch.” She whispers the last part under her breath as she walks out. 

“I heard that!” You yell.

“SO!” She yells back.

You shake your head laughing. You smile and continue your day happily anticipating the night. 

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You looked in your mirror placing your locs in a high ponytail leaving two locs out in the front. You’d showered and changed into a form fitting black short set. The shirt rose just above your naval showing off your waist beads. You sprayed on your “Killian Love Don’t Be Shy”, glossed your lips, and headed to your kitchen to check on your sides before putting the steaks on the grill. You turned on your speaker and danced around as you cooked. Shuri loved your cooking. You smiled as you thought of how she always reacted to your meals. Zah Sat in the living room playing games on his Nintendo Switch, when you both heard the door bell ring. 

  You both stopped what you were doing and raced eachother toward the door. Your son ran past you pushing you out of the way. “Boy!” He got to the door and smiled at you. “Beat you Mama!” He laughed, and opened the door. You didn’t have time to react before your heart dropped to your stomach. There she stood with that sexy ass smile, hands behind her back. Her undercut was fresh, beautiful curls sat neatly atop her head stopping right above her brow, right ear adorned in several earrings, and she had a single gold chain around her neck. She wore a dark grey shortsleeved compression shirt with matching sweat pants. Her lean muscles more pronounced than the last time you saw her, tattoos gracing her arms making her even more of a work of art. She looked at you and smiled with a wink before squatting down in front of Zahir. 

“SHURI!!” He yelled running into her arms, that she held out for him, as she dropped the bag she’d had in her hands. “Wow little man! You’re getting so big.” She says pulling back and ruffling his individual twist. “Yea, Mommy says I’m a big boy. I got muscles too. “He says stepping back flexing for her.

“Ooooweee!” She reached to touch it and snapped her hand back fast. “Dang kid! You almost broke my finger.” 

“Yep, I’m gonna be really strong and fast like you!”

“Oh you’re coming for me huh little panther?” She says as she picks him up and throws him over her shoulder as she stands and walks in the house. Using her foot to close the door. He laughs and kicks as she holds him tight while walking over to you. It felt like your world slowed down, like she was moving in slow motion towards you. Your eyes trailed her body. The way she moved, the way she paired her femininity with masculinity was feminine in its own right. Only something a woman could master so gracefully. With her hands being full, she could only lean down and press a gentle  kiss on your forehead in greeting. You wrapped your arms around her and Zah, Her scent immediately enveloping you; vanilla, cinnamon, and a hint of burnt cherry. She was intoxicating. 

“Hey Shuri poo!” She pulled back and smiled. “It smells good in here.” You roll your eyes and smack her arm playfully. “It’s good to see you too Shuri” She looks you up and down, eyes lingering on the swell of your hips a while longer than they should, she smirks. “Always a pleasure Ms. Y/l/n.” She walks away, drops her bag next to the couch, and then takes Zahir off her shoulder into the air and slams him into the couch. “Shuri! Don’t start that rough sh- stuff already!” 

Shuri looked at Zah with wide eyes. “I know what she was about to say, do you know what she was about to say.” “Shuri! Don’t get put out immediately. Give yourself time.” She bunches up her lips in skepticism. “ Girl, please. We could take her right Zah! We could beat her up and take over the kingdom.” “Yea! You don’t want none mommy!” Shuri laughs. “Tell her Zah Zah!” You bite your lip, and shake your head at the interaction. “It’s been thirty seconds and I’m tired already.” You say walking back into the kitchen. You couldn’t help but smile listening to Shuri and Zahir continue to wrestle in the living room as you finished up cooking. 

  Zahir excitedly runs into the kitchen with Shuri trailing behind him, she’d taken off her shoes and made herself comfortable per usual. “Mommy! Mommy! Look at what Shuri made me.” You look down at the gauntlet on his wrist. As he aimed it at you and shot little foam balls. You stare at Shuri blankly as you get hit repeatedly. She looks at you, lips folded clearly holding back laughter judging by the furrow in her brow. 

“Wow! Another well thought out gift that won’t drive your mother crazy! Way to go Shuri!” You say with false excitement, narrowing your eyes at Shuri. She burst into laughter. “All in a days work!” She says with a salute. You smirk rolling your eyes, and turn back towards the stove. You feared your eyes would roll out of your head by the end of the night. Zahir ran out of the kitchen to continue launching balls from his gauntlet all over your clean home. Shortly after he leaves you feel arms wrap around your waist, as Shuri nuzzles her head into your neck. You lean back into the hug, laying your head onto hers.

“You’re not mad at me, are you?” She askes as she moves her hands up and down your sides, then lower to began caressing your lower back with her thumbs. 

“Ofcourse not. You’re not doing anything I didn’t expect. He loves it when you visit you know.” You say bringing your hand up to stroke the side of her face, as you close your eyes body melting into her touch.

“Yes, I know, I wish I could be here more often. He’s a blast.”

“Yea? It’s almost like he’s the only reason you come.” You say teasingly.

Shuri turned you to face her taking your hands in hers, gently placing them around her neck. She wrapped her arms around your waist pulling you flush against her as she placed her forehead against yours. 

“You know that’s the furthest thing from the truth. I’ve missed you, Ntomb'am (my girl), You look so appetizing.” You blush looking into her deep brown orbs. 

“I’ve missed you too. You look aight” You say, laughing at your own joke. Shuri gasped in exaggerated offense. “Aight!? Damn you’re cold. I’m truly, truly hurt. Really.” She says, staring into your eyes, both of you getting lost until you were interrupted by the chime of her kimoyo beads. You both unwrap yourselves from eachother and you turn fast trying to slow your heart rate, as she steps back to answer the call. 

“Hey! What’s going on?”

“Nothing I just missed you, called to see how everything went today.”

“It went great! You know I walked out with them in the palm of my hand.” You hear a little giggle from the other end of the call. 

“Ofcourse you did. You’re brilliant!” Shuri smiles, you internally roll your eyes. Turning around to plate your steaks. 

“Thank you! You’re so sweet to me. I’m getting ready to eat dinner now, and then I’m gonna lay down. It’s been a long day. I’ll call you first thing tomorrow though. Ok?”

“Ok babe! Talk to you tomorrow.” She hung up and you looked at her as you turned off the stove, eyebrow raised. 

“Riri?”

“Yea.” She says walking back over to you placing her arms back around your waist. 

“She sounds nice. You two together now?” You ask. 

“Why? Do you want me?” A glimmer in her eye and mischief on her face. Those words made your pussy quiver. 

“Shuri, don’t start.” You removed her arms from your waist. 

“I’ve already started sweet girl.” She stepped back licking her lips. 

“Dinners ready” You say trying to hide the effect she was having on your body.

She smiled and nodded. Eyeing you knowingly.

“Hm. Ok Y/n.”

  Your relationship with Shuri was….well… complicated. You see, Shuri and you were indeed only friends (much to Shuri’s dismay) because you were “straight”. Atleast, that’s what you’d told yourself all of your life. That is until you met Shuri. From the moment she’d entered your workstation in the lab of the outreach, she’d created thoughts in your mind you had never imagined experiencing before. Casually put, she confused the fuck out of you; and as time passed it only got worse. You’d insisted she keep her distance so that neither of you crossed any lines, figuring that would quell the desire. But, the longer the time apart, the more intense your want became. So, when you would see eachother, touches would linger, hugs got longer, turning into gentle caresses, and intimate forehead kisses; but never further than that. 

When she informed you of her budding romance with Riri Williams you’d thought you’d feel relieved, like you move on, but jealousy hid itself deep in the pits of your stomach; And that’s how you intended to keep it. You couldn’t have feelings for Shuri. You were straight and she was no experiment. She was human, and a damn good friend. You couldn’t loose her.

 Shuri called Zahir in to eat and then helped you set the table. You all sat down at the table to a dinner of steak, creamy potatoes, broccoli, and homemade rolls, like a happy little family. Moments like this made you fantasize about what it would really be like to be the Queens woman. Whenever she stepped into your home it felt as though everything was complete. Her and Zahs connection made your heart swell, watching them together gave you butterflies.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head over there? “ You were snapped out of your thoughts and met with Shuri’s curious gaze across the table from you. “Nothing really just zoned out a bit,” You lie. Zah giggled. “You said mommy’s head is pretty.” Shuri laughs with him. “It is a pretty cute head kid, you gotta admit. That’s where you get it from”

“You two are so childish” you say. “I am a child mommy.” You all laugh together.

 Once you all finish eating, you start clearing the table and preparing to wash dishes. “Alright Zah, it’s time to get your toys all put away so I can give you a bath.” “Aww, mommy I want to stay up and play with Shuri.” He says with his lip poked out. “No sir, you have school in the morning and Shuri will be leaving soon. All of your toys need to be up by the time I finish the dishes.” You told him sternly.

“I don’t wanna!” He screams at you, stomping his foot. Your brows furrowed as you walked up to Zah. “Little Boy-“ 

“Woah! Allllright little one.” Shuri said swooping in and picking him up, saving him from your wrath. “How about I stay? You go in the room and pick up your toys, let mommy give you a bath, and I’ll come in and hang out with you until you go to sleep. And in the morning I’ll be here to make my famous pancakes. How does that sound?” 

“Yes!” Zah shouts.

“Only if it’s ok with mommy, and you have to apologize to her and promise me you’ll never speak to her like that again. That wasn’t cool little guy.” Zah looked at her and nodded. “Ok I promise” Zah wiggled out of Shuri’s arms and walked over to you hugging your legs. “I’m sorry mommy. Can Shuri please stay?” They both look at you with puppy dog eyes and lips poked out. You look back and forth between them and let out a sigh.“Ok, Shuri can stay.” 

“Yes!” They both say, and give eachothers high fives. “Go before she changes her mind.”

Zah runs out of the kitchen at lightening speed. “Zah slow down!” You yell after him. Shuri looks at you with a grin like Cheshire Cat. “You two are gonna be the death of me. And how do you plan on explaining where you are to everyone? Where are the Dora?”

“Y/n, I am the Black Panther a security detail is hardly needed. I am also an adult. I can go and come as I please.” You look at her skeptically.

“Y/n it’s fine.” She said dismissively. “And I already came prepared to stay.” She said using her head to point towards the overnight bag on the floor in the living room. “Really Shuri.”

“Really, really. Now let me help you with the dishes.” You moved over and allowed her to help, knowing there was no point in saying ‘no’ to her. As you guys finish up the dishes, “Can’t get enough” by Tamia started to play over the speaker. “OOO I love this song! I learned the dance too. Come dance with me.”  She said as she turned up the speaker. 

“Oh now I gotta see this.”

“You doubting me?”

“Not at all Panther” You leaned back against the counter looking at her. Humor filled your eyes as you waited for her to dance. Shuri’s eyes lowered as she placed her bottom lip between her teeth with a smile, and began to dance. Just when you thought you couldn’t get anymore attracted to her, watching her smoothly get through the complicated line dance, made your stomach flutter. “Come on entle, don’t leave me hanging!” She says, stopping to sway her hips side to side and raise her arms up in front of her, making a come hither motion with both her hands. Your body floated over to her, grabbing her hands as you danced together laughing, having a blast until the song ended. 

“Ok, ok I see you, you smooth with it.”

“ I’m African, of course I am!” 

“Oooook conceited.”

“What’s wrong with that?” She says licking her lips. “If you know, you know right.” She walked up to you grabbing your hips. Pushing you back into the cabinets, looking you deep in your eyes, licking her lips. She was laying it on thick tonight and you weren’t sure how much longer it would be before you crumbled under the pressure. You pull away quickly. “I gotta get Zah ready for bed.” She stood smirking. “I’ll finish up in here.” She calls after you. It was gonna be a long night.

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You’d now gotten Zah all washed up and dressed for bed. Shuri sat beside his bed,after a game of hide n seek and reading him his millionth bedtime story. You were down stairs enjoying the quiet with a glass of wine and “Living Single”.

“Alright Zah Man, you gotta go to sleep little guy. You don’t want to be sleepy in the morning. You can’t be the smartest kid in the world if you don’t let your brain rest.” Shuri says. 

“Ok. But can I ask you a question?”

“One more and then its sleepy time. Promise?” She held out her pinky. Zah nodded. 

“Promise.” They locked pinky’s. 

“Now what’s up little one.”

“Shuri can you live with us? You make my mommy smile a lot and you’re the coolest! I wish you could be here forever.” Shuri looked at him a moment, gathering her thoughts trying to figure out what to say. She stood and walked over to lay back on the bed with him as they both looked at the ceiling. She sighed.

“ You know if I had it my way, you and your mommy would be in Wakanda with me. You are such a brilliant little boy. I’d be proud to have you in my lab teaching you all that I know. Maybe one day your mommy will let me take you. Hm? But, right now you have to be here in school, your mommy’s work is here, and I have to be in my Country. I’d love to be here more often, but I’m busy making sure the world is safe for you. I promise to see you and your mommy more often though. Ok?” Shuri looked over at Zah who was obviously fighting sleep now, his blinking slowing down. 

“ Ok.” He says in his sleepy little voice. “I love you Shuri.” Shuri picks him up and lays him on her chest, her eyes watering a bit. “I love you too, Zah.” She says rocking him to sleep.

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   Shuri lay a bit longer with Zah. The conversation they’d just had overtaking her thoughts. In all honesty, Shuri was taken with you. Had been the moment she’d laid eyes on you. She wanted nothing more than to come home to the both of you everyday. But, you were “straight”, so she respected your boundaries. It seemed that as time passed though, those boundaries became lax. Almost as though you felt the same. She’s tried to let this go, but it’d become so much more than a crush, and she couldn’t fathom that the feeling wasn’t mutual. Maybe she was setting herself up to be hurt, overthinking the signals. Either way, Shuri knew she was in love with you, and it felt like you loved her too. 

   She sighed, placing Zah gently on the bed and quietly making her way out of the room after placing a gentle kiss to his forehead. As she made her way to the living room, she stopped at the top of the stairs, looking down at you as you sat brows furrowed in concentration, as you tapped away at your laptop. She took note of how effortlessly beautiful you were. How just the sight of you made her heart pick up in pace. How being here with you and Zah made her feel at home. She quietly walked down the stairs, sneakily walking up behind you, she placed her hands on your shoulders. “You work too hard.” She says as she began to massage the tention out of your shoulders. You let out a low moan at the pleasure of her touch. 

“Says the Scientist Queen Panther.” You look up at her and smile. Shuri lets out a chuckle, as your eyes close and your head lulls forward giving her better access to your tense neck and shoulders. She bent down to whisper in your ear, “Don’t forget masseuse.” You let out a hum, as she kissed you right bellow your ear. She stopped massaging and walked around the couch to stand in front of you.

 “Is there a deadline?” She asked referring the work you were doing. “No. Just staying ahead of the game.” “Good, you’re done for the night. Relax with me.” She removed the laptop from your lap, and placed it on your coffee table. Plopping down on the couch and grabbing your legs to place them on her lap, you bit your lip as you watched her beautiful, tattooed hands go to work on your feet. “So what’s been up here? Have you started seeing anyone yet? “

“Why do none of my friends beat around the bush. Right into it huh?”

“No point. Answer the question.” 

“No. I mean, I’ve been on a few dates. They were just… Shit.” You shrug nonchalantly.

“Hm” Shuri turned to look into your eyes as she massaged you.“ I just had quite an intresting conversation with Zah.” 

“Hm? Really? What about?” Your eyes started to close again. Her hands were like magic. You couldn’t help but wonder how they were in other a-. “He says I should move in with you guys” Your eyes snapped open, and her eyes were still locked on you. “He says I make you happier. Do I?” She says, she scoots down slouching more in her seat resting her head back on the couch, not taking her eyes off of you. Quite frankly, Shuri no longer wanted to pretend so here it goes. “ I-I enjoy when you’re around? Yes.”

She snickers “You enjoy when I’m around huh?” She turns her head away from you staring straight ahead a moment before turning her body toward you fully. “Y/n. I gotta be honest. I want to move forward with Riri. I really like her. And she likes me. Like really likes me. She’s beautiful, intelligent, she makes me laugh, she’s easy to talk too, and she knows what she wants. Everything I could ever want or need in a woman. I deserve that.” You remove your feet out of Shuri’s hands and off of her lap placing them underneath you. “You’re right. You do deserve that. So what’s stopping you?” Shuri stares as though she’s looking through you.

“That.” She points at your eyes wiggling her finger back and forth between each eye.

“What?” You say, following her finger before swatting it away in irritation.

“The jealousy in your eyes when I mention her. The little eye roll in the kitchen earlier. I saw it.”

“Shuri-“

“Y/n, how do you feel about me? And before you answer, you should know that I see you. The way you look at me. How your body reacts to my touch. You haven’t been able to have a serious relationship since we met eachother. It’s been years. So what I need is for you to be honest with yourself.” You look at Shuri trying to figure out what route to take. You could continue on with your silent crush, or you could lay it all out on the table. You sigh and choose the latter. You stand and began to pace. 

“Shuri, you mean the world to me. I’ve never felt like this about anybody before let alone a woman. It’s scary. These feelings I have for you..i-it’s crazy how you make me feel. Just a look from you could bring me to my knees Shuri. The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you look at me and touch me, It’s all so overwhelming. I honestly don’t know what I feel  or why I’m feeling it, and feelings are involved. I don’t want to experiment with you to try and figure out whatever these feelings are and then I loose you completely. Fuck! I’m so confused.” You continued to pace avoiding eye contact with Shuri. Nervous tears streaming down your face. 

  Shuri gets up from the couch walking over to you, grabbing your face with both hands wiping at your tears, and pulling your body up against hers. Wrapping your arm around her waist with one hand, she grabs your chin and lifts it until your eyes meet hers with the other. 

“ You’ve never asked if I wanted to be used.” You looked up at her, your confusion apparent. “I don’t think you’re confused. I think you know exactly what you want and it scares the hell out of you. But, see we’re at an impasse here. I can’t move on because you and that little boy have my heart, and believe it or not, you can’t move forward because I have yours.” You try to look away and she turns your face right back to hers.

  “Let me take care of your body. Express to you how I feel physically, emotionally, spiritually. I can show you how it feels to be loved by a woman. And if you don’t want it after I’m done. I promise you’ll still have me as a friend.”

You look up at her, heart racing, terrified at what she was proposing. This could potentially complicate your friendship, or you could end up in a relationship with the intimidatingly beautiful Queen you called friend. Both were equally scary for you. But, with her standing infront of you offering up her body to the science of your chemistry, you couldn’t resist. You nod.

“Take care of me.” Shuri smiled and nodded. Slowly she leaned in capturing you lips in hers. Her hands began to massage you everywhere releasing your tension. You’re heart beat against your chest as you finally kissed the lips you’d dreamed about. You let out a shaky breath against her lips. This was so much better than a dream. You couldn’t have imagined the feeling of being in Shuri’s arms like this in your wildest dreams. The first brush of her lips against yours took your breath away. Now as you stood kissing her, your hands entangled in her curls, you felt your knees give way. Shuri felt it as well, Her strong arms tightening around you as she moved backward to the couch. 

She sat as you straddled her lap your lips never breaking contact. She placed her hands on your plump behind pressing you into her, signaling for you to move. You began to grind against her as her hands moved to your hips helping you as she rolled her body up into you. Shuri breaks the kiss, lust now pooling out of her eyes.

“ That right baby. Keep moving for me.” She slapped your ass. “Here’s how this is gonna go sphalaphala sam (my pretty one). I’m going to make love to you. Well. Very Well. I’m going to make your body feel things it’s never felt before. I’m going to fuck your mind, your heart, and this pretty little pussy all at once. This will feel spiritual. I’ll be gentle this time, but If at any point you want me to stop just say it, and I will. Do we have an understanding?” At this point your body was screaming for her. You were salivating and would do whatever she said. 

“Yes” You moaned, and Shuri smiled. 

“That’s my good girl. Keep going.” She leaned foreward and removed her shirt. 

“Look at you. So sexy in this tight ass set and those waist beads.” She eyes you with her hands still on your ass, still grinding into you as you rolled your hips onto her. “Nah you’re not confused mtuwam. You know exactly what you want huh beautiful?”  You opened your mouth but the words got stuck in your throat. You could only let out a soft “Ah”.  

“Awww, My sweet Y/n, you need me don’t you. Tell me what you need?” You were panting, rocking against her, pussy tingling from the friction. 

“I-I n-need you to t-touch me.” You couldn’t believe this was happening. You were here crossing a line with your friend that could change everything. But you were here now and there was no turning back. 

“ You sure that’s what you want?”

“Yes! Yes. Please Shuri” Looking into her eyes, you were now putty in her hands. She bit her lip, and raised her brow as though she was not convinced.

“Please baby. I n-need it so bad.” You whisper leaning in ghosting your lips over hers. You could feel heat seize your body as she smiled against your lips.

“Yea?” She whispered back. “I know baby.” She reached inbetween the two of you rubbing your pussy through your shorts. “She’s talking to me. Leaking through your shorts, so wet and warm. I can smell her. She’s calling out to her Panther.” She rubbed with a little more force as you continued to grind. “ You hear her..” She leaned up to your ear and whispered “Panther, Panther,” as she pressed into your pussy making it squelch.

“Fuck! Shuri please!”

“Shuri’s not here any more babygirl.”

“Ha uuuhn! Panther!”

“You learn fast sthandwa. Let’s take this to the bedroom hm?”

“Please”

  She picks you up carrying you to your master suit. Closing and locking the door behind you guys. Once you two exited this room nothing would be the same again. 

“Griot play my “Y/n” playlist” 

“Yes, Panther” 

You looked at her shocked as “Anywhere” by 112 began to play.

“You made a playlist?” 

“What can I say. I am always prepared” She grabs your hips and kisses you walking you over to the bed sitting you down. She breaks the kiss once again. Backing up,she begins removing her sports bra. “You see, the best part about being with a woman. Is the body.” She removed her sports bra. “The curves, so soft and supple.” Her voice so soft and  seductive drove you crazy, as you were now met with her pretty breast “Do you want to touch me Y/n?” You nod, mouth slightly ajar as you took in Shuri’s breast. 

“No, no sweet girl. Use your words”

“Yes, I want to touch you.” Shuri proceeded to walk up to you, still wearing her sweat pants, while her upper half was completely bare except for the gold chain that contrasted so beautifully against her mahogany skin. She grabs your hand placing it up against her soft yet toned stomach. She let out a sigh as you moved your hand upward. Up, up, up until you were cupping her breasts. Shuri bit her lip as you pinched her nipples. 

“Can I taste them?”

“You can do whatever you want babygirl.” You lift yourself up and catch her nipple in your mouth. Suckling like a new born cub. She throws her head back. “Mhm. That’s good my pretty girl.“ The taste of her skin in your mouth and the sound of the moans that came from her made your pussy pulse. You hum with her nipple still in your mouth. Shuri pulls on the band of her sweat pants. 

“Take these off for me Sthandwa, finish undressing me.” You happily oblige. Reaching forward pulling Shuri’s pants and underwear down at the same time. She giggles. “Eager hm?” She stepped out of her pants and laid back on the bed. “Strip for me, slowly, I’ve been waiting for this, and I want to savor every moment.” You got off of the bed slowly and began to seductively strip for Shuri, determined to put on a show for her; not knowing she had plans to put on a show of her own. She slowly opened her legs and began to play with her pussy, eyes never leaving you. “Watch me while I watch you” She moaned. You were placed in a trance. 

You let your shirt come up over your head, as she began rolling her body into her touch biting at her lips. Her soft moans driving your senses wild. The light layer of sweat building up on her begining to make her body glow in the moonlight. Her breast heaving up and down as she let out heavy breaths moaning your name. Her toned thighs spread wide for you, folds glistening, a stream of light hitting it perfectly putting her on display. She was all woman, and that excited you. Your shorts collect one last release of your want before being pulled down your thighs. 

“You knew what you were doing with those tight ass clothes and waist beads.” Shuri smirked. “Straight my ass. Look at you. Mouth and pussy drooling for me. There’s nothing like a woman huh? Ahhh!” Her head falls back in ecstasy as you stand there caressing your breast, and teasing your nipples; completely naked, physically, and emotionally. You were entranced in her pussy, your sight not leaving her drenched core. The sounds calling out to you. “Shit! I could cum just from how desperate you look right now. Is that you want intel? You want to watch me cum for you?”

You nod but quickly correct yourself “Yes. Yes Shuri I want to see you cum please.”

“No.” Your eyes glance up to meet hers. “Tell me pretty girl. Tell me to cum for you.” You look at her. You smirk feeling a bit bolder. You lick your lips. “Cum for me beautiful.” Your voice was low in octave filled with lust. Shuri’s eyes widened briefly at the sudden change, before you watched her stomach contract and her body began to shake, as her once methodical strokes became sporadic. “Oh B-bast! Y/n! I’m c-cumming for you! Uuuhhnn!”

  As you stood and watched her cum, you knew for sure you were hooked. You wanted to hear her scream your name like that all the time. The girly tones of her voice awakening  something inside of you. She was a woman.

“Come my love. Touch me, feel what you do to my body.” You walk over to the bed and hover over Shuri leaning down to kiss her lips, as you reached down and touched another woman for the first time. You moan into her mouth at the feel of her. Her slippery folds encasing your fingers. Meshing around them perfectly. “That’s all for you baby. Now let me show you what I can make your body do for me.” The look in her eyes was devious. As she sat up positioning your body to straddle her thigh. “Grind for me”You began to move your body against her. Shuri wanted to ignite all of your senses, so she grabbed your waist and brought you closer wrapping you in a hug, pressing her body up against yours completely. 

 The feeling of her bare breast pressed against you felt so erotic, as she held you close and placed kisses all over your chest. “Oh Shuri.” You moaned in a whisper. She handled you so gently moving her hands down to your plump ass massaging into it as she helped you get off on her thigh. It felt as though she was worshipping your body. She kept one hand wrapped around your body and the other she brought inbetween the two of you, finding your pussy she began to rub. “Ah fuck! Baby!”

“You like the way I take my time baby. No rush. I want you to feel good in places you never knew you could.” Before you knew it you were laying on your back as she kissed and sucked down your body, making her way toward your pussy. She held up your thighs caressing them as she prepared to dive into her meal.  She licked and sucked all around your pussy, before finally making contact with your clit. “Fuck Shuri!” 

“Mhmm” she moaned into you as she devoured you. 

“Oooo eat this pussy Panther!” She smacked the inside of your thigh. Then she wrapped her arms around both of your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed. Devouring your pussy. “S-Shuri ha hooo my g-god!” You were very sure you were seeing heaven, and then she placed a finger inside. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head “M-more. P-please Shuri more!” You reached down grabbing her by her curls grinding against her face. She placed another finger inside of you, and you felt like you were floating. “OMG! Uhn! I’m gonna cum Panther!” Shuri said something but you’ll never know what it was between euphoria and her mouth being filled with pussy. 

  You came hard in her mouth, she continued eating, getting you all cleaned up. And then she kept going. “I want some more pretty girl. Can you give me more.” 

“Uhn! I d-don oh Sh sh pleasassee!! “ your words were failing you.

“Yea you can give me more.” She palms your ass. Getting back up on the bed laying on her back. “Come sit on my face. Drown me in that shit baby. Use me.” She opened her mouth wide sticking out her tounge ready to be your seat. You carefully lower yourself onto her face, but she grabs your thighs holding you down as she ravished you. You started moving your hips faster getting close to another orgasam. “Oh baby I’m gonna cum again! Fuck me Panther! Drink me!” Once again the band snapped and you were cumming, but this time liquid sprayed from your pussy as you squirted on Shuri’s face. She took it like a pro drinking you up.

“Good fucking girl! You’re my good girl huh Y/n. You taste so good.” She said as you fall to the bed trying to control the shaking from the after shocks. “You’re doing so good for me. You’re going to give me one more. Can you do that for me? Want to watch me cum on top of you? ” You look up at her tears falling from your eyes. You didn’t know if you could, but you’d damn sure try if you could see Shuri cum for you again. “Mhmm” is the only sound you could get out. Shuri understood loud and clear. 

Shuri sat up, grabbing your legs pushing them all the way back, she straddles you in a squat.  “As bad as I want to strap you until you’re unconscious, I want their to be no misunderstanding that it is a woman is fucking you like this” She begans to move against you, feet planted firmly on the bed, the muscles in her legs flexing. “Mmmm!” You let out a long groan from the overstimulation. “Shshsh. Don’t worry baby I got you.”  She slowly whined her body against you in a circular motion. You looked down at her, chin still covered in your cum, body glistening in sweat. “ Ahhhh! fuck” she moaned throwing her head back. You followed a large bead of sweat  that moved down from her long sexy neck, to her chest, down the valley of her breast, slowing at her waist that whined expertly above the backs of your thighs. It was femininity in all it’s beautiful, ethereal, glory. You snapped. “Oh My God Shuri! You’re so fucking sexy!” You reach and grab her waist moving underneath her as best you can. 

She looked down at you like a goddess on her throne. “ You never felt like this before?”

“I c-can’t t-take it. You’re d-driving me crazy. Please! I want you! I need you Shuri. I want to be yours! Please Let me be yours!” You screamed, tears streaming down your face, as you were full out crying now. The whole experience was overwhelming. 

“Nobody’s ever known your body like this b-baby? Uuhn! Made you c-cum s-so much? Knew exactly how touch you huh?”

“N-no, n-no, nobody baby! Nobody m-makes me feel like you Shuri! I’m gonna cum again for you!” Shuri fell to her knees, causing her pussy to grind harder against yours as she picked up the pace. “Oh Fuck! Go ahead b-baby let it go, I’m right behind you!” As if your body ran on her command you opened up the flood gates cumming into Shuri’s pussy, as she followed behind. 

“OH GOD SHURI! I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU! I’m so in love with you.” You cried. She collapsed on top of you shaking and breathing hard from her intense orgasam. You both held onto eachother tight. You wrapped your legs around her waist as she nuzzled her face into your neck. You heard the sniffles before you felt tears dropping onto your neck. 

“I know sthandwa. I’m in love with you too”

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Crown Royal

Synopsis: Shuri’s been holed up in her lab, so you occupy yourself by going out with your friends. You return home and Shuri shows you exactly what she’s been working on.

Warnings: FILTH, StrapSlinger!Shuri, Drunk!Shuri, Drunk!Reader, drunk sex, oral (shuri receiving), throat fucking, spanking, Dom/Sub dynamic, hella dirty talk, alcohol, daddy kink (blink and you miss it), breeding kink, Panther!Shuri as always bc she has me by the ass, vibranium-laced alcohol, mentions of vibranum-laced hair products, just vibranium all through this mf, sub!Shuri for approximately 42 seconds; the pacing might be weird, idk,

Word Count: 8055

A note: Shuri speaks so much English in this simply because I didn’t feel like arguing with Google Translate. I was talking a lot of shit so I hope I made yall proud with this one 🥹🥹🥹

Tags *I do not have a taglist, but these lovely folk asked to be tagged and they’ve been so patient with me while I drag my feet in writing*:

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“Little fireworks that light up for me….” You hum along to the Victoria Monet song filtering through your speakers as you brush your hair, carefully gathering each strand into the high ponytail at the back of your head. Today you had your first Wakandan blowout and to say you were pleased with the results would be an understatement. You usually kept your hair in protective styles to cut down on maintenance time, but one too many scroll-throughs of silk press transformations on instagram had you asking one of the girls at your job for stylist recommendations. Once she’d given you the social info of her stylist, you reached out to book an appointment and four anticipation/anxiety-filled days later, here you were—obsessed with your hair and invigorated with a newfound confidence. Your new stylist had given you The Queen’s Gambit; a blowout using vibranium-laced products to extend the life of the style, essentially making your hair moisture proof for up to four weeks, all while promising maximum curl retention once the products wear off. The method is extremely exclusive and requires extensive training to obtain a special license, which is usually reserved for only the most upscale salons and definitely not for new clients; however, once your stylist recognized you as Queen Shuri’s fiancée, she quickly made an exception and completed the service. Your hair cascaded down your back like a silken waterfall, and the bombshell curls added volume and sex appeal that you hadn’t seen from your hair in a while, so when your friends called you to schedule a night on the town, you couldn’t refuse; all of Wakanda deserved to see you feeling yourself this heavily.

Once the elastic is secured around your hair and tightened to your liking you move to finish your makeup, applying your lip combo: a luscious red lipstick with a black liner. You sigh—this was Shuri’s favorite lip look on you; something about how the red pigment accentuated the plumpness of your lips attracted her to you like a bull. But Shuri wasn’t here to see it, she was holed up in her lab as she had been for the past few nights. You didn’t feel jaded or abandoned, Shuri made it clear you were welcome in her lab at any time, and you often took her up on it, popping by just to vent about your day or sit and watch her while she worked. She also shuts down the lab for an hour every day to have lunch with you in the garden. You understand that Shuri’s duty to her country—and therefore to you—as the Queen and Black Panther keeps her schedule packed, but she still goes out of her way to make time for you in every way that she can. I should pop down there to visit her, you think to yourself, but you dismiss the thought quickly; you could kiss your night out goodbye if Shuri got her hands on you like this. You’re wearing a brand-new outfit: a black strapless leather mini dress, black red bottoms and all gold jewelry, save for the purple tint of the vibranium-laced diamond in your engagement ring. The boning in the bodice and subtle V cut push your breasts up and the stretchy leather of the mini skirt hugs your hips perfectly. This dress might as well have been made for your body.

“Princess, Leona and Leomie Anderson are approaching.” Griot cuts into your self-admiration and as if on cue, the door to your dressing room opens, revealing the identical smiling faces of your two closest friends. The three of you greet each other with smiles, hugs and compliments before starting to pregame, take a few selfies and head towards the door to the car waiting outside.

“Princess, you’re forgetting your kimoyo beads.” Griot cuts in

“I have my earrings, Griot.”

The AI continues to press, “I will notify the Panther that you’re leaving.”

“No, Griot. Please don’t disturb her. I should be home before she leaves the lab.” You close the door before Griot can grill you more about your departure.

The ride into Downtown Wakanda is calm, but outside the club is chaotic; the line to get in is almost wrapped around the corner, the street is blocked with cars, and there are paparazzi loitering trying to get a glimpse of anyone of importance as they enter. Thankfully, the three of you are able to enter without much hassle from the bouncers and without being spotted by the photographers. The inside of the club is dark except for purple uplighting on the walls, providing just enough light for the three of you to make your way to the bar and find three plush velvet seats. Your chest rattles from the bass in the afrobeat’s that the DJ is mixing. He’s keeping a watchful eye on the small but growing crowd in the middle of the dance floor; the night is still relatively young, so he’s not putting out his best mixes just yet. You continue to gaze around the venue; there’s tables along the far wall, a game area with darts and pool, a cigar room and what you assume is the VIP section behind a gold rope and purple curtain. 

“Can I get something started for you ladies?” The bartender asks as he approaches, his eyes lingering on Leona, “Or would you like me to make you something special? On the house, of course.”

Leona leans forward, making sure to push her breasts further onto display, “Give us something good,” She lightly caresses the back of the bartender’s hand, “And sweet.”

He smirks at her, trailing her eyes down to her chest, “Right away.” Before he takes his leave, purposely staying within Leona’s eyesight as he mixes your drinks with a mixologist’s flare. 

“Whore.” Leomie, Leona’s twin sister, mumbles.

“I’m just trying to find me somebody to take home tonight so I can be like Y/N when I grow up.” Leona leans forward, glancing past her sister to wiggle her eyebrows at you.

You laugh, “I didn’t meet Shuri in a club so you’re already off on the wrong foot.” 

“Okay but I’m not a good little nerd like you so I have to take some detours in the plan. As long as I end up at the same destination, I’m good.” Leona replies.

The three of you continue bickering, but it dies down when the bartender approaches, setting three brightly colored—almost glowing—drinks in front of you. Leona’s is orange, Leomie’s is red, and yours is two toned, “Something special for special ladies. Let me know what you think.” He steps back, patiently awaiting your reactions.

“Ooh, what’s in this?” Leona asks, watching the golden sparkles in her glass dance as she swirls the liquid inside.

“Yours is peach papaya, hers is blood orange mango, and the future Mrs. Panther’s is pineapple Dragon fruit.” He shoots you a wink, chuckling slightly as you bashfully hid your face; you still forget that you’re engaged to the Black Panther, to you she was just Shuri the Science Nerd. “All three have gin and rum, with a little extra syrup for sweetness. And those Panther swizzle sticks are custom.”

You sip your drinks, humming delightedly at the taste. “I hope they give you a raise soon because this is amazing!” Leona gushes.

The bartender smiles proudly before taking a small bow, “Thank you, I try my best.” Other people approach the bar; the crowd in the club is beginning to get crowded and the bar seats are filling up, “Let me know if you ladies need anything else,” He shoots a wink at Leona before moving away to help other patrons. 

The rest of your night out is filled with drinks, dancing and carefree fun with your friends. Many people watch, wanting to approach you and your girls, or maybe even take one of you home but they know better than to approach, lest they face The Panther’s wrath. After a few hours, however, your Outside Timer runs out and you turn to your friends, “I’m ready to go.”

Thankfully, Leona and Leomie share your sentiment, “Yeah, I’m gonna order us a car. Let’s go back to the bar, at least we’ll have a straight shot to the door when it’s time to go.”

Leona spends the duration of your wait flirting with the bartender, ultimately deciding to stay at the club and wait for him to get off work so she could leave with him. 

“Be safe Leona! Use protection!” You shout over your shoulder as you and Leomie make your way to the door.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t let her get you pregnant!” Leona shouts back, nursing yet another experimental drink from the bartender.

“I just might!” You laugh just before crossing the threshold into the lobby.

The ride home is uneventful. The bit of liquor in your system is doing just enough to keep you warm, fuzzy and slightly horny, but not enough for you to be blackout sloppy drunk. The driver reaches Leomie’s home first, where you quickly say your goodbyes and confirm that the tracker in Leona’s bag was indeed active before Leomie leaves the car, and you alone. Your plan for the rest of the night was as follows: shower, change, prep a small meal to take to your fiancée as you collect her from her lab, see if you can’t get her to fuck you senseless (or eat her out for a few hours, whichever she preferred) once you got home, fall into a coma in her arms until tomorrow when the two of you have cake tastings and venue tours scheduled.

Before you know it, the driver is pulling up in front of your house. The lights are still off: Shuri isn’t home. You let out a small sigh as you exit the car, thanking the driver before closing the door and walking the path to the front door, scanning your fingerprint on the panel to gain entry. Once the door is shut, your heels are kicked off in one direction and your clutch lands on the foyer table in the other. You don’t bother with the lights as you walk down the entry hallway towards the living room. Shuri had this house custom built for the two of you and you know it like the back of your hand; you can practically see your surroundings, even in the dark.

Well, maybe you don’t have night vision.

Because if you did, you would’ve seen her sitting on the couch. You would’ve seen how she was sitting: manspread, hair braided back, arm thrown over the back of the couch, white sports bra peeking out from underneath an unbuttoned suit jacket. You would’ve seen the drink in her hand and the unmarked, half empty bottle sitting on the end table next to her. Maybe if you weren’t half drunk, you would’ve felt her eyes following you as soon as you crossed the threshold of your home.

But you didn’t see her, not until she turned the lamp on and flooded the room with light, nearly giving you a heart attack in the process.

“Jesus, what the fuck?” You yell before your eyes fall on the woman before you, “Shuri? What are you doing home?”

A half smirk flits across the Panther’s face, gone before your alcohol-laden brain can register it, “Am I not allowed to come home, sthandwa?”

“N–no of course you are baby it’s just–” You look around the room like the inanimate furniture was going to help you explain yourself. No such luck. “The lights were off when I pulled up, I–I thought you were still at the lab.”

Shuri hums, staring at the liquid in the barrel of her glass; it’s low. She’ll have to refill it again soon, “I called it a night a little early. I wanted to come home and show you what I’ve been working on. Only when I got here,” She cocks her head to the side as she looks up at you and you shrink under her intense gaze, “Intyatyambo yam wasn’t home.” (my flower)

Shuri is sitting halfway across the room, but you might as well be under the microscope on one of her lab tables with how closely she’s studying you. You’re positive she can hear how your heart is racing and see how you discreetly rub your thighs together in an attempt to quell the slick leaking from your core already, “I–I’m—”

“Did you have fun at the club, umfazi?” Shuri questions, another smile threatening to break out on her face.

You freeze, “I—How did you—Was it Griot?”

“I always know where you are, usana.” Shuri’s stare hardens as she looks at you pointedly, “Regardless of whether or not you have your kimoyo beads on you. How did you like the club? Did they take care of you? With the drinks and all.”

“We went to some club downtown. I don’t really remember the—”

Shuri reaches over, refilling her glass with whatever’s in the bottle. “The Panther’s Lair. How did you like it, usana?” A grin finally breaks out on your fiancee’s face.

You squint, “How do you know where we went? You don’t even keep up with the club scene, Shuri.”

“I own that club, mama.” Shuri leans further into the couch, cockiness oozing from every pore, “How do you think you were able to skip the line and walk straight in? Why do you think you didn’t pay for anything?”

“The bartender was flirting with Leona the whole night.”

“And why did the DJ only play your favorite songs the whole night?”

“I—I don’t know. Why do you own a club?”

“M’Baku wanted to be in charge of something after I took the throne. He manages the day to day operations, but my name is on the deed.” Shuri drains the rest of the liquid in her glass and refills it again before standing and walking over to you. Her eyes are low and lidded—no doubt from the contents of that glass—but they’re just as intense as ever as she looks you over, “Hmm, haven’t seen this dress before.” She notes, almost to herself as she grasps your hand, “Ndijike, ntombazana entle.” (Turn for me, pretty girl.)

You follow Shuri’s lead, allowing her to turn you every which way for her viewing pleasure, watching her reaction in the full body mirror across from you, “I just got it a few days ago. Didn’t have anywhere to wear it until tonight.”

“I’ll need to give you more reasons to wear it then, won’t I?” The Panther’s voice is deep as she speaks from behind you, running her hand over the material covering your ass until she reaches the bottom of your ponytail where she immediately curls her hands into your locks. “You got your hair done too?”

“Yeah, one of the girls at my job recommended to me her stylist and she gave me this vibranium-infused blowout. She said it’ll last for two weeks, even if I get my hair wet! It’s been so long since I had my hair straight. I’m thinking of wearing it like this for the wedding, or at least our engagement shoot.”

Shuri isn’t looking at you, she’s looking above you—namely, the ponytail on the back of your head. You watch her gaze darken with every revolution of her hand and once her grip is tight enough, she pulls, tilting your head back to expose your neck to her lips as she begins leaving lingering kisses on the skin of your neck.

“A sweat-proof blowout, huh?” Shuri huffs out a chuckle into your ear before she licks her lips, taking another sip from her glass, “Should we test that?”

A whimper escapes you before you can stop it, the effects of the alcohol and the woman behind you hitting you full force, “Shuri.”

The woman in question releases your hair, but her tattooed hand wraps around your throat instead, keeping your eyes locked on the two of you in the mirror as her lips continue their assault on your throat, tongue and teeth going to work suckling on your heated skin and pulling small moans from your throat as you melt into her.

“Should use this ponytail as a handle to fuck your throat. Get that pretty red lipstick all over my strap.” Shuri mumbles, locking eyes with you in the mirror. At your strangled whimper, she continues, “You’d like that wouldn’t you? For me to use you for my own pleasure, to treat you like the slut you are?" 

"Only yours, Shuri” Your eyes flutter closed as Shuri kisses from your neck, down your shoulder and arm before lifting your left hand to kiss up the back of your palm and around your engagement ring.

“Damn right you are.” Shuri’s mouth returns to your neck where she sinks her teeth into your pulse point. Your hand creeps up, caressing the shaved hair on the back of her head as you moan her name. “You’re mine. Forever.”

She releases you all too soon, spinning you to face her with a hand gripping your ass, “Go in the room and wait for me, usana. You know how I want you." 

A whine escapes you as Shuri avoids your kiss, ”Shuriiiii, you haven’t kissed me all day.“ You pout.

A hum sounds from the Panther in front of you before she kisses your forehead and the corner of your mouth, "I know, ipetal yam. But not yet.”

You continue your pouting, trying to get your lover to change her mind, but she only taps your ass twice, “Yiba yintombazana elungileyo kum kwaye uhambe uzilungiselele.” (Be a good girl for me and go get ready)

You stare at Shuri a little longer, but she remains firm, staring back at you as she drains her glass again, raising a single eyebrow when she sees you still haven’t moved. “Ngaphandle kokuba ufuna ndikohlwaye.” She says, grazing your chin between her thumb and index knuckle. (Unless you want me to punish you)

Your lips part, another wave of arousal hitting you as you barely conceal a moan. Yes, that’s exactly what you want. But you say nothing, knowing Shuri can read your body language with her eyes closed. Shuri’s gentle touch turns rough as she grips your throat, pulling you within a breaths distance of her, the scent of the alcohol she’s been drinking fanning over your face, intoxicating you further, “I will not ask you again, intombi yam. Go to our room and get ready for me.” Her lips graze yours as she speaks to you with the intonation of a Queen, and you can’t help yourself as you poke your tongue out, running the tip over Shuri’s plump bottom lip before you lock eyes with her as she slowly releases her hold, watching you carefully as you finally follow her orders, turning and walking out of the room, making sure to put an extra swing in your hips as you leave Shuri’s eyesight and head to your shared bedroom to prepare yourself for the Panther’s arrival.

It takes Shuri approximately 8 minutes and 26 seconds to make her appearance in your bedroom. She pauses, leaning against the threshold of your room, a newly refilled bottle in hand, observing and admiring the scene before her; you kneeling in the center of the bed, eyes down, hands folded in your lap and completely nude except for your jewelry. “Ngalo lonke ixesha ulungile kum.” Shuri mumbles as she finally approaches you, running her fingertips up your shoulder, neck, back and into your hair where she pulls the elastic loose, flinging it across the room as your hair falls in a curtain around your face. (always so good for me)

You take a chance in looking up at her without permission, “I thought you liked my ponytail.”

“I do, but that’s what my hands are for, sthandwa.” She turns away from you, taking a swig directly from the bottle before placing it on the nightstand. You eye the swirling contents curiously as Shuri steps back; the drink is dark, with an almost purplish tint.

Shuri seems to be reading your mind, as always, “You can ask the question, usana.” You can hear the smile in her voice without having to look at her.

“That’s what you’ve been working on?”

Shuri hums to the affirmative, her ravenous eyes still locked on you.

“You infused it with the Heart Shaped Herb?”

Shuri hums again, a smirk spreading on her lips, “I can get drunk with you now; my metabolism doesn’t burn through this as fast.”

“Can I try some?”

Shuri hums, “Maybe. It might be too strong for you, sthandwa.” She removes her jacket, revealing her toned arms and smooth chocolate skin as she approaches your form again. “Safe word?”

There’s no doubt a puddle on the sheets beneath you. Oh, I’m in for a night. “Petal.”

“Good girl.” Shuri’s voice has dropped an octave, vibrating low in her chest as you watch her deft hands unbutton and unzip her slacks, pushing them down to reveal the boxers she wore underneath—and the wet spot growing right in the crotch. Your mouth waters as you stare unabashedly at it, and Shuri follows your gaze, chuckling slightly as she spreads her legs slightly to give you a better view, “The drink seems to have some unintended effects. But I think it’s perfect for what I have planned for you, yes?”

You nod, unable to speak for fear you might drool as you watch Shuri kick the pants off her feet, her boxers and sports bra soon following and now The Black Panther stands before you in all of her glory. You’ve seen Shuri nude plenty of times over the course of your relationship, but you’re left staring in awe each time she reveals her marble-sculpted body to you. Your eyes linger on the few new scars she’s sporting; results of her work as the Panther. They’re healing and barely noticeable, but your heart still clenches at the thought of your baby being hurt—no matter how smart and powerful she is, your urge to protect her was only outmatched by her need to protect you. You find yourself reaching out, gently grazing your fingertips over the raised skin as you pull her closer. She obliges you as she always does, climbing onto the bed and standing on her knees in front of you before your brain catches up to your actions, and you snatch your hand away, ducking your head back down, “I–I’m sorry, you didn’t give me permission.”

Shuri says nothing, taking your hand, placing it back on her side and holding it there, “You always take such good care of me.” She speaks softly against your forehead before pressing multiple kisses to the crown of your head. “I love you so much, usana.”

“I love you too, Shuri.” You tilt your head up, seeking the lips of your love, and she briefly grants your request, grazing her lips across yours for a few moments before beginning to pull away, but you’re not having it. You surge forward, claiming Shuri’s mouth in a deep kiss, scraping your teeth against her plump lips and working your tongue into her mouth, your hands creeping up her waist and pulling her flush against you. Your hands begin to wander around Shuri’s smooth skin, and she grants you a full body shudder as you tease her nipples and massage her perfect breasts before gliding your hands down to her hips and to her soaking center, easily slipping through her folds and sinking two fingers inside.

Shuri throws her head back, a guttural moan sounding from her throat as she begins rocking her hips, riding your fingers while her puffy clit bumps the palm of your hand.

“You look so pretty like this, angel.” You mumble, sinking your teeth into her nipple and moaning when she clenches around you, a cry leaves her lips. Your lips work their way around her body, sucking and kissing on every inch of skin you can reach as Shuri’s hips work faster, the wet squelch of her cunt increasing in volume as you curl your fingers and issue one command in her ear, “Cum for me, Panther.”

One, two, three more caresses against that sweet spot within her and she follows your orders, flooding your hand with her essence. Her hips stutter, abs contracting, chest heaving as her orgasm overtakes her, your name falling from her lips like a prayer as her sopping, gushing pussy milks your fingers. You take over, thrusting your fingers and fucking her through her high, trying to draw it out as long as possible. Watching Shuri cum has always been one of your favorite sights, even before she took the Herb. Her orgasms were always so intense and powerful, wracking through her whole body and making her genius mind go blank, if just for a few moments. Your arm begins to burn from overexertion, as you lack the endurance the woman before you has, but you wouldn’t dare stop, not when she looked like a Goddess on her throne as she fucked herself on your fingers.

You only slow your fingers when the Panther before you begins whimpering from overstimulation. She opens her eyes, tears gathered in the corners of her ember gaze that you quickly kiss away as you slowly withdraw your fingers from her core and hold them up. Shuri acts immediately, maintaining eye contact with you as she takes one of your glistening fingers into her mouth, her tongue swirling and working to clean her nectar from your digit. You watch her intently before taking your other finger into your own mouth, tasting the essence of your love. The two of you stare into each other’s eyes as you both suck on your fingers, before Shuri pulls off, fisting her hand in the hair at the base of your neck and pulling you into a bruising kiss. Tongues and teeth meet as Shuri kisses you feverishly, hell bent on tasting herself on every surface of your mouth.

You pull away for air moments later, “You love the way you taste, don’t you?” 

“Only when it’s mixed with the taste of you.” Shuri presses more desperate kisses to your lips; she’s still riding the high of her orgasm, “Get on the floor, on your knees.”

You hum reaching for the long abandoned bottle on the nightstand, “Take drink first, love.”

Shuri takes the bottle and lifts it to her lips, taking several long swigs. You’re not sure if it’s from her still-shaking hands, or the speed at which she was drinking, but some of the liquor misses her mouth trailing down her beautiful neck, over her collarbones and between her breasts. You can’t help but to lean forward, poking your tongue out as you trace the trail of alcohol up her body, ending with sucking a mark into her pulse point.

Shuri grips your jaw, tilting your head back and hovering the bottle above your lips. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, and Shuri streams a small amount of the liquor onto your waiting tongue, watching you swallow three times before pulling back. The light floral notes of the drink accompany the smooth burn as it slides down your throat and the effects hit your bloodstream almost immediately. Your senses are dialed to 11; the cool air in the room makes your nipples pebble, you feel the slick as it leaks from you, you’re sure if you shift just enough, you could make yourself cum untouched. “Wow,” you muse, looking around the dimly lit room; you swear you’re seeing new colors. “Is this how you feel all the time?”

You feel Shuri’s breath waft over you as she huffs out a breathy chuckle, “More or less.” Your breath catches in your throat as Shuri slips her hand between your legs, mumbling a curse as her fingers graze over your wet pussy, “Bast, you’re so fucking wet.” 

You grip her wrist, guiding her hand to circle your clit as you breathe against her lips, “Shuri, please.” You begin circling your hips, adding to the friction from Shuri’s fingers. 

“Please what, mama? Tell me what you want.” Shuri’s eyes zero in on your hips, hypnotized by the motion of your curves.

Your head lolls back, your orgasm is a train, rocketing towards you at full speed, “I want you inside me. I wanna cum around you.”

Shuri’s lips find your neck, pulling a loud moan from you as her teeth work over your soft spot. Everything on you is so much more sensitive now and you can hear it every time Shuri’s expert fingers slosh through your dripping core, “Soon, my love. Wanna fuck your throat first. Can I? Please?”

You nod, quickly shuffling and assuming the position; on your knees at your lover’s feet, waiting for her to push the limits of your throat with your favorite strap.

“You ready for me, pretty girl?” Shuri questions as the strap materializes, the tip nudging your top lip as you instinctually stick your tongue out, allowing Shuri to tap it against your tongue a few times, “Get it wet for me.”

You start slowly, maintaining eye contact as your tongue caresses the tip, laying several French kisses on the mushroom head and then finally taking it into your mouth and sucking.

Shuri pulls in a shaky breath above you, fisting her hand in your hair in an attempt to encourage you further down her shaft; her control is already slipping, but she wants to prolong this as much as possible, “Don’t tease me, usana." 

You don’t respond verbally, instead you inhale through your nose, and sink your mouth down to the hilt. The tip of the strap grazes the back of your throat and triggers your gag reflex, but you resist, willing your throat to relax by taking measured breaths as you hold yourself down at her base.

Shuris grip on your hair tightens, ”Bast, I can feel your throat clenching around me.“ 

You pull off her slowly, your flattened tongue against the underside trailing behind your lips before you repeat your actions and sink back to the base. This time you don’t pause, quickly drawing back up before employing your hand to twist around Shuri’s shaft as you continue to bob your head. You continue like this for a few moments—alternating between slurping her shaft and suckling on her tip, just the way she likes. Shuri is a moaning mess above you, her head is thrown back with one hand in your hair and the other twisting her nipple. She looks gorgeous, but she’s still holding back, afraid her strength as The Black Panther might hurt you.

Your mouth detaches from her completely, but your hand continues stroking her, “Shuri, my love.” You coo softly to draw her attention. Your voice sounds wrecked already, and you haven’t even gotten to the main event yet––you probably won’t even be able to speak when you meet with the wedding planner tomorrow. It takes a few seconds, but her wild eyes eventually fall on your kneeling figure. They’re unfocused and completely clouded by arousal, but you still see your Shuri clinging to control as the Panther prowls, wanting to completely let loose and ruin you.

“You’re holding back on me, entle.” You start, continuing when Shuri begins to protest, “You know I can take it.” You hold eye contact as you begin trailing kisses down her shaft, across her hips and to the top of her slit sitting just under the strap, “Let Her go. I want you to use me.” Shuri lets out a guttural moan as your wet tongue licks up the underside of the strap before you remove your hand, folding both of them on your lap, your lips grazing the tip of the strap as you speak, “I want you to fuck my throat, okay?” 

The woman above you whimpers at your words, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

You flash a smile, “How many times have we done this? And how many times have you hurt me? We have a safe word for a reason.”

Shuri doesn’t respond. You’re right; she’s never hurt you and she knows she never will. But that doesn’t stop her worrying: what if this is the time she takes it too far? Lets The Panther on too long a leash and can’t reel Her back in? She would never forgive herself—or touch you again—if she hurt you; you’d be resigned to boring, one-position, vanilla sex for all of eternity. You sense her conflict, leaning up to press a reassuring kiss to her abdomen before resting your head on her thigh and delivering the line that you know will do her in, “I want it. Please?”

Your lover groans, she hates that you know she can never deny you, and she hates that you use that against her so frequently. She squats down, gripping your cheeks and pulling you into a bruising, tongue-tangled kiss, “Tap my thigh twice if I go too far, okay?”

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face, “Of course, my love.”

Shuri kisses you one more time before standing up, fisting her hand in your hair once more to position you perfectly as her other hand strokes the strap a few times before lining it up with your waiting mouth. She slides in slowly but sinks in deep, not stopping until her pelvis is bumping your nose. A grunt sounds from deep in her chest as both of her hands gather your hair in a ponytail, holding your head steady as she begins thrusting, “Your mouth is so fucking perfect, usana. You know that?”

You can only hum in response, the vibration sending Shuri over the edge as an animalistic growl escapes her; The Panther has finally won, spurred on by the feel and sounds of your throat expanding and contracting to take her girth. She doesn’t bother trying to hold back her moans and grunts, knowing you love to hear them when you’re pleasuring her. She sets a pace that would have most people tapping out from the intensity, but you were you, and you weren’t betrothed to a Queen Panther for no reason: you proved time and time again that you could take everything she gave you, both in and out of the bedroom. Slick leaks from you in a stream as you look up at Shuri through watering eyes and running mascara. She’s a vision above you: eyebrows furrowed in concentration, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth, biceps flexing, sweat glistening down the beautiful, sculpted planes of her contracting abs, her hips rolling fluidly as she defiles your mouth. You could stay down here forever if you could. Either tonguing her perfect cunt or sucking her off, anything that ended in her cumming down your throat was heaven to you. 

Shuri switches her rhythm, pushing the strap in, down to the base and holding it for a few seconds before pulling out entirely and repeating the action. You understand her silent command ‘swallow around it’. You obey, grabbing handfuls of Shuri’s ass to hold her in position as you use the back of your throat to stimulate the tip of the strap. Shuri’s leg begins shaking as she starts thrusting again; she’s close, “Bast, your mouth was made for me to fuck wasn’t it? You love me using you like this, don’t you? On your fucking knees, waiting for me to cum down your throat all the time. Like a fucking slut. My pretty fucking slut.” Shuri begins thrusting deeper, triggering your gag reflex with every push forward. Your eyes flutter closed as you trap your thumb against the palm of your hand; the trick works and your gag reflex subsides just enough. Your other hand creeps towards your dripping core, you’re still extremely sensitive from the Herb-infused alcohol and if you rub your clit just right, you could time yourself to cum at the same time as your love.

Shuri, however, catches on—even as the first waves of her orgasm begin to wash over her. “Don’t you dare touch your pussy. The only way you’re going to—fuck, oh Bast—cum is on my dick. Y–you understand?”

You whine, your hand shooting away from your core, opting to hold onto Shuri’s calves to ground yourself, leaving your glistening cunt abandoned for the time being.

Shuri’s moans increase in volume and her grip on your hair tightens as she throws her head back, exposing the beautiful lines of her throat, “I’m gonna fucking cum for you, mama. All down your fucking throat. You’re gonna swallow every fucking drop of me, aren’t you?”

“All of it.” Comes your muffled reply as your hands slide up Shuri’s legs to the back of her thighs, but you know your Shuri understands.

“I wish you could see yourself. You look so beautiful like this, usana. Always such a good girl for me—oh, fuck. FUCK!” The dam breaks and Shuri floods you for the second time that evening, your name on her lips like a mantra as her body shakes with the force of her orgasm. She pulls out a bit, allowing room for you to swallow as you drink what she gives you before your mouth goes to work to milk more out and prolong her high. Shuri’s knees give out and she collapses on the bed, but you and your mouth follow her, sucking intently on the sensitive tip to draw more nectar from The Panther. Shuri cries out in overstimulation, body going stiff, but her hips tell another story, thrusting into the warm cavern your mouth provides. You manage to pull a few more drops from her before she lifts you off completely, drawing you up her body to trap your lips in a kiss.

The two of you lay there for several moments, kissing each other deeply but leisurely as Shuri licks the taste of herself off of your tongue. Hands wander everywhere they can reach, over thighs, arms, backs, hair, breasts, before finally Shuri’s expert fingers wander between your legs, moving past your soaked thighs to delve into the source. Her lips pull away from yours, whispering a curse as she feels just how wet you’ve become, a smirk spreading on her lips. “You get this wet from sucking me off?”

You nod, angling your hips in an attempt to get Shuri’s fingers to slip inside. It should only take her one curl of her fingers and you’d cum all over her hand. But her fingers pull away as she takes note of your silence. Mild concern crosses her features as she sits up, gently pushing you off of her as she moves to the minifridge across the room, producing a water bottle and promptly uncapping it, helping you drink half before putting it on the bedside table next to the alcohol.

“Thetha nam.” (talk to me)

You wait a moment, clearing your throat and swallowing a few times, “Probably won’t be able to talk to the wedding planner tomorrow.” Your voice is rough and barely above a whisper but you’re speaking, and that satisfies Shuri, who returns the smile.

“You let me handle that. Color?”

“Green.” You respond immediately, perking up as you wait for your next command. 

Shuri regards you carefully for a few moments, looking for any reasons to stop for the evening. She evidently finds none, nodding her head to the center of the bed. “Hands and knees, face the bottom.”

You spring into action immediately moving into position and setting your back in a deep arch, just the way Shuri likes. You chance a glance at your reflection in the mirror at the bottom of the bed: your hair is a mess—still beautifully sleek, but disheveled and piled in a hornet’s nest on the top of your head, your cheeks are striped black from your running mascara and liner, and your lips are swollen. 

Shuri smiles as she approaches you, tracing her hand down the small of your spine, “Always so eager to please me, hm?”

“Always wanna be good for my Panther.” You push your ass back into Shuri’s hand, wiggling your hips in an effort to get her to move faster. She lifts her hand up, bringing it down in a powerful smack on your right asscheek. You moan out, feeling more wetness drip out of you, based on the way Shuri’s eyes darken as she watches you, she sees it too.

Shuri finally crawls on the bed and positions herself on her knees behind you. She swipes two fingers through your cunt, using your wetness as lube to stroke the strap as she watches your pussy drip untouched. She leans forward after a few moments, licking three fat stripes up your slit before sealing her lips around your clit. You spread your legs as you begin circling your hips, riding Shuri’s face as best you can. The moans escaping you rise in pitch as you get frustrated; she’s doing just enough to keep you soaked, but not doing enough to make you cum. “Shuriiiii, please.” You cry out. Your body jolts as she slaps your ass again before sinking three fingers in to the hilt, causing you to scream out. She curls them immediately, rubbing that spongy spot within as she pounds you. You begin fucking yourself on her fingers, chasing the orgasm that’s been circling you all night but Shuri’s eerily calm voice breaks through your moans, “You’re not going to cum.”

You whine, “Shuri, why? I let you cum.”

“I told you why, usana.” Her voice is still level, but you can hear the pinch in the tone as her other hand works her toward another orgasm.

“Then fuck me!” You yell, throwing your ass back on Shuri’s long fingers.

Shuri pulls out entirely, dishing six quick slaps on alternating cheeks before grabbing your throat and hauling you upright, pressing your back to her front. “Are you rushing me?” Her voice is dangerously low, and the vibrations from the bass go straight to your core as you drop again.

You try to rock your hips, hoping the thickness of your thighs provides at least a little bit of friction but Shuri—as always—is miles ahead of you, forcing your legs apart and cupping her hand over your sex. You sob, sagging against the woman behind you, she’s not playing fair.

Her grip on your throat tightens, the restriction on your airway only makes you wetter instead of making you listen, “You’ll take what I give you, when I give it to you. Understand?” She suddenly slaps your cunt, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. You try to squirm away, but The Panther holds you still, delivering four more wet slaps right to your mound. Tears well up in your eyes, you feel like you’re going to burst from how pent up you are, and your fiancée is apparently content with teasing you until you explode. “I’ve taken care of you every time, haven’t I?” Shuri continues, scraping her blunt nails up your thigh when you don’t respond. 

“Y–yes, Panther.” You sob out

“And you always end up satisfied and fucked thoroughly, right?” Shuri begins rubbing your clit in slow circles, avoiding direct contact.

“Yes.”

“Are you going to let me take care of you?”

“Yes, panther.”

“Good girl. Here.” She holds up the bottle, waterfalling some into your waiting mouth before taking a few long swigs of her own, discarding the bottle and pushing you back down on your forearms. She begins sliding the strap through your folds as the next wave of vibranium-infused liquor hits your bloodstream. You can’t help but to push back on her a little bit, but she lets you slide, simply gripping your ass to spread your lips apart as she watches herself move through you, “You’re so fucking wet.”

“All for you. Panther, please.” Your hips move on their own accord, working in slow circles to match the slide of the strap.

Shuri obliges you, thrusting in and quickly sinking down to the base, filling you to the brim. Both of you moan at the euphoric feeling, briefly pausing to soak it in, and then Shuri grips your hips and begins to move. She wastes no time pounding into you, using her strength and endurance as The Panther to set a pace no man would ever hope to match. Moans tumble from both your lips uncontrollably, as your eyes roll back from the pleasure. 

“Shuri, Shuri, fuck yes. Yes, just like that!” You begin meeting Shuri’s thrusts, shaking your ass and fucking yourself on her dick. 

Shuri slows her movements, allowing more room for yours, “Fuck yourself on me just like that pretty girl.” She grabs your hair, forcing your eyes to lock on your reflection, “Look how good you look getting fucked by me. Look at you, taking my dick so fucking good. No one else can have you like this.” Her eyes are drawn back to your ass, namely the way your ass jiggles in the aftershocks from the power of her thrusts. Her hand comes down on your ass several times, her palm smoothing the pain away as she grips the meat of your ass, using it as leverage to fuck you deeper.

The coil in your center tightens as your cunt clenches around the strap, your orgasm finally approaching after being edged for so long.

“You gonna cum on this dick?” Shuri asks, winding your hair around her hand and gripping your throat with the other.

“Yes, daddy. I’m gonna cum on this big dick.” You hold onto the bed sheets in front of you for dear life. You’re floating and your mind is gone, completely deactivated from the combination of the alcohol and the pleasure you’re receiving from your lover.

“I know you are. Can feel your pussy milking me. Give it to me, mama. Flood my shit, drown me in it.”

“Fuck me harder, Panther! Fuck this pussy.” Some part of your brain thanks Bast that Shuri designed this house to be soundproof, though you’re almost positive you’re testing it with the volume of your screams.

Shuri kicks it into third gear, wrapping both hands around your throat in a tight grip and adjusting her stance, sinking deeper into you and poking right at your g-spot as she drills into your cunt. Your moans get impossibly higher before your lips part in a silent scream as the band within snaps. Your toes curl, your vision goes white, and gravity seems to leave the room as the train of your orgasm finally catches you, crashing over you like high tide on the beach. A voice in the screaming “Don’t stop, fuck me through it.” sounds miles away, barely heard over the blood rushing in your ears as you gush all over the both of you.

Shuri pounds into you with abandon, chasing her third high. Her inconsistent rhythm and nonstop moans tells you she’s close. “I’m gonna cum, usana.” She leans forward, curling herself over your prone frame as she fucks into you from a new angle, intertwining your fingers, “Please, please tell me I can cum for you.”

“Cum in this pussy, daddy. Fill me up.” 

Shuri thrusts four more times before her orgasm takes her. She cries out, collapsing on top of you as she ruts her hips, pumping you full of her cum for the second time, her lithe frame shaking with the force of each wave. She trails her lips up your neck as she thrusts a few more times, making sure her nectar is securely buried in you before she stills completely to catch her breath. After a few moments of silence, Shuri speaks, “Neither one of us is going to have a voice tomorrow.” 

The two of you share a hoarse, breathless laugh before Shuri lifts off of you, slowly pulling out, dematerializing the strap and collapsing next to you. “Color?”

You snuggle into the junction of her jaw and throat, “Green. You?”

Shuri flashes a smile, “Green.”

The next morning, the two of you were tasked with coming up with a believable explanation of why both of you were walking with a limp and had suddenly lost your voices. It may or may not have worked.

This be Shuri playin w her mama’s clothes

PLOT TWIST HAD ME BAFFLED

Sweet Embrace 

riri x stoner!reader

➳ word count - 1.5k

➳ synopsis - when riri joins girlfriend, (your name), in a smoke session, it can only end in one way.

➳ includes - sexual situations (18+), smut, vulgar language, mutual masturbation, munch!reader, tribbing, marijuana, aftercare, fluff.

who lives in a pineapple under the sea?

"SpongeBob SquarePants," you sang. Your head dangled from the sofa, with your legs in the air.

Moving into an apartment instead of a dorm was the best thing you could've done this semester. On days like this, with no work or school, you enjoyed the freedom and space. You ate dry cereal and now indulged in children's cartoons. Although, the show didn't seem too childlike.

As the episode was beginning, someone knocked on the door. You glanced over, and figured, 'If I ignore them, they'll go away. Shrugging, you tuned into the episode, the health inspector would be coming to the Krusty Krab. However, the knocking continued, giving you no other option, but to roll off the sofa, and force yourself to answer.

Yanking the door open, a grin quickly replaced the frown. Riri Williams, with her arms crossed, stood on the other side. Her backpack loosely hanging from her hand. The tightly fitted athletic wear was a sight to see, adding the recently done, bohemian braids, she was serious pressure.

"Finally," she said, walking past you.

"Sorry baby, I thought you were somebody else," you laughed, grabbing your ashtray and grinder.

"Who did you think I was?" She asked, kicking her shoes off, and sitting down, before you followed, breaking down the tobacco-filled cigar.

"I don't know, I forgot you were coming over," you said, focusing on licking the paper, making it sticky.

"You're doing that now? Didn't you say you had finals coming up? You should be studying She lectured you, but you only grinned, piling the herb grinds on the paper.

"Shouldn't you be studying? Elijah sent me a picture of the answer key," you said, carefully closing the bulky blunt, and sealing it with a lick.

"Trust me, I don't need studying, and you need to stop cheating," She scolded again. You went to a different school than her, much less prestige than MIT. You weren't even dedicated to school, only going because if you didn't your parents would've been on you like white on rice. You only met due to a mutual friend, when she came to a party at your school.

"My fault mamas, I know you're on your big brain shit," you said, laying your head back as you sparked the lighter, deeply inhaling. Holding the smoke in, you made eye contact with Riri, nearly choking, as you burst out laughing.

"Let me try it," she said, eyeing the blunt.

“You never wanted it bef-

"But I want to try it now," she said. Groaning, you took a puff, carefully placing it into her fingers. Copying you, she held in the smoke, slowly exhaling.

"I see why you do this," she laughed, licking her lips, as she looked your way.

"You want another hit?"

"I feel like I'm floating," Riri said, laying on the sofa.

"It usually has that effect when you're not used to it," you said, taking a sip of water.

"There is something else," she said, her eyes hanging low.

"What's that?"

"I'm so horny," she said, clenching her legs together.

"That also happens, sometimes," you said, your breath rigid, as she crawled by you.

"We should do something about it," she whispered, her hand moving in between your legs. Sitting back, you opened your legs, watching as she hovered over you.

"What do you wanna do then baby?" You asked, licking your lips. She only hummed in response, pressing her fingers against your clothed cunt.

"Everything," she whispered, leaning closer in your face, and biting your lip. Hissing, you held back the moans, grinding into her fingers, as they slowly moved in circular motions.

Your hand moved up her side, to the lavender tank top she wore. Lowering the front enough for her perky breast to be free, they quickly hardened from the cool air. Immediately, you latched your mouth to them, giving them both attention equally.

Riri's mouth hung open slightly, as her hand slid into the sweatpants you wore, past your panties, to your bare clit. Gasping, you teasingly bit her areoles, twirling your tongue around them. Tugging at the black leggings, you lowered them, while spreading your legs more.

"Fuck, you're so wet baby, take this off," she said, pulling away, giving you the opportunity to strip. When you both stood completely nude, as you went to go in your spot, she had already jumped into your lap.

Opening your legs more, she went back to rubbing your clit. Returning the action, you slowly rubbed her clit. Batting her eyelashes at you, it didn't take long before her tongue was in your mouth.

"You're gonna make me cum," she groaned, your eyelids hanging low, as you threw your head back.

"Riri, you're so fine baby," you smirked, your body jerking as she moved your hands to her breast, cupping them. She began grinding, the wetness spreading onto your leg.

Moving to the empty seat next to you, she laid back, pulling you close. In between her legs, you laid, accepting every tender kiss she offered. Starting from her mouth, you inched lower, attending to every curve, until reaching her glistening cunt.

"Such a pretty pussy, you complimented, placing soft kisses there, her fingers found their way, buried in your [hair].

Nose deep, the sound of slurping could be heard over the loudness of the television, her moans being motivation.

"You're gonna make me cum doing that," she whined, the sight of you maintaining eye contact, only aroused her more. Caressing her inner thigh, your fingers teased her entrance, licking away any creams, sucking the swelling clit.

Clenching and pulsating, you felt against your tongue, mesmerized, heavily breathing, as it dragged across the soaking cunt.

"I'm cumming," Riri cried out, her body flinching, going through the process of the natural high. While her legs shook, you simply chuckled, holding them open, continuing to feast on the delicacy.

"So sweet," you chirped, lifting towards her, the juices ran freely down your chin.

"Let me taste," she snickered, licking the residue that nearly fell, before passionately kissing your mouth.

The ravishing makeout soon slowed, turning to deep pecks. Grabbing the nearest throw pillow that decorated the sofa, Riri positioned it. Propping herself up, she scooted up, while you sat up.

Crossing your leg over hers, you adjusted, aligning yourselves. The view below caused your stomach to flutter, the braids, wildly flowing, the smudged lip liner and gloss, and the bare figure.

"Ride my pussy baby, cum all over me," she encouraged. Pulling the premade blunt from behind your ear, you reached for the lighter, lighting the Mary Jane.

Inhaling you smiled, the smoke clouding your lungs, shutting your eyes, you released. Handing her the blunt, she began to puff, as your cunts kissed. Rolling your head back, you bit your lip, holding back moans as the smacking noise was quickly heard.

"Fuck baby, just like that," you moaned, your eyes shifting between her face and womanhood.

"You're making me so wet, I love fucking this pussy." she moaned, placing the blunt on the ashtray, before holding your thigh. The smacking echoed, as she mushed herself more and more into you.

"Make me cum, oh god, yes," you moaned, squeezing your breast, as she slapped your ass.

Finding the perfect spot, neither of you wanted to move, only grinding slowly on each other. Riri's leg moved to your shoulder, placing sweet kisses onto it, you held it close, while she gripped a handful of your ass.

"I'm cumming, don't stop," you cried, she obliged to your words, keeping the same pace below. Moments later, she moaned, both of your creams mixing.

"Did that fix your problem?" You asked jokingly, laughing as Riri tiredly nodded, laughing along.

"That stuff is not for the weak," she said, putting on the lit joint.

"I guess, but you get used to it," you said, standing to stretch. Once finished, you went to the bathroom, grabbing a cloth, wetting it with warm water. Back in the living room, Riri lay across the sofa, exhausted.

"Thank you, I had fun baby;" she said groggily, as you gently cleaned her up.

"I'm glad you did, but it's time to get up baby," you smiled.

"What?"

'Riri, Riri, Riri...

"Riri," you called out, and the girl jumped up from her sleep.

"Huh?”

"You were having a crazy dream or something baby?" You asked concerned.

"Crazy dream?"

"Yeah, you were groaning and tossing around, I didn't want to wake you, but you had me worried," you explained.

"When did I fall asleep?"

"You said you felt like you were floating, rolled onto the floor, and blacked out"

"Blacked out?" She shouted.

"I told you before I don't smoke that weak stuff," you shrugged your shoulders.

"So we didn't do anything" She crossed her arms.

"No-did you have one of those dreams," you grinned.

"It doesn't matter, it was only a dream"

"Sorry baby, I was about to watch Princess and The Frog, but if you wanted to do something, I'm down"

"It's fine, we can watch that"

"You sure, I don't need you feeling neglected," you said, accepting her usual koala hug.

"Your embrace is far from neglecting," she reassured, pecking your lips.

"My embrace?" You raised an eyebrow, what kind of dream had her acting like this? You thought.

"Yes, your sweet embrace, now put on the movie”