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behaving for an audience +18 (shuriri x reader)

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

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

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

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

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translation : ndibuze unthando: ask me love

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

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

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

but it was until last month that some problems arose.

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

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

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

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

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

and that’s what starts this whole thing.

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

“yes. i want you both to wait.”

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

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

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

and then, an idea forms.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the door opens. shit, fuck fuck—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

fuck, she really has it all planned out.

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

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

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

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

fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

submit to me (shuriri x reader) 18+

hey 🤭 this is my first time writing on tumblr and im lowk scared.. like what do I even say in one of these authors notes things??? prolly gonna pop up every once in a while with smth for people to read idk yet tho 🤷🏾‍♀️

gotta give cred where it’s due, this is heavily inspired by @generallysapphic their works are incredible

warnings: reader and riri are subby lil whores, tribbing, lottaaaa lotta lotta sex, basically porn w/o plot, voyeurism if yew squint, maybe a lil degradation if yew squint

some translations: zithandwa zam- my loves, uthando- love, khawulezisa- hurry up

bored, bored, bast i’m so bored.

I have gotten no attention from my loves all day and I was starting to get angsty. swinging my legs back and forth on the desk I was sitting on, I played around with riri’s hammer that was placed on the desk and hummed a small tune.

riri walked over to me as I jumped from my place on the desk; finally, some attention. I smiled at her expectingly as she walked over, excited be with one of my girlfriends.

she walked right behind me to reach for her tool box. well damn.

as she picked up a tool from her took box she turns to shuri, “shuri catch,” she yelled, throwing a wrench from her tool box right towards shuri.

she caught the wrench with ease. “how many times do I need to tell you to stop throwing heavy objects around riri?” last time riri threw a cogwheel towards shuri without looking, she broke a prototype shuri spent hours working on… it didn’t go well for her.

“my bad baby,” she said walking back to her original spot at her desk. I watched them work with a hot feeling in my stomach. damn they look good. with shuri in nothing but a tank top and sweats, i watched her arms flex every time she used that wrench. riri had on a sports bra and shorts. i watched her perfectly pierced nipples on display through the bra as thoughts of my lips attached to them racked through my mind

I could feel myself getting more fidgety as i watched their bodies move and work away at whatever they were building. at this point, anything was better than sitting and watching them work themselves to death in this damn lab. an idea popped into my mind and I fake a yawn best I can, throwing my hands above my head and stretching. my slightly cropped shirt lifted and a small portion of my midriff became exposed as riri watched me, eyes drifting.

just what I wanted

“you good?” she questioned. she looked me up and down and she could tell how bored I was just by looking into my eyes. “we’ll be there in a minute just wait a little longer baby.”

“nah i’m tryna take a nap… i’ll be back in a minute,” I said, looking and riri with a certain look. she immediately caught on to what I meant by “nap” and bit her lip.

“um yeah shuri I think imma go too. we been working since 7am and i’m tired as hell,” she said, only half meaning it. yeah she was tired, but not tired as in “I wanna sleep” tired. tired as in “i’m tired of working and wanna mess around” tired.

“you two go ahead, i’ll be there for diner.” shuri gave riri a kiss on the forehead and walked over to me to hug me. “get some rest, zithandwa zam.”

“haaah fuck please please please,” I whined and writhed all over the place. riri’s clit rubbing against mine having too big of an effect on my orgasm. “please don’t stop. need it need it so bad.”

“nghh im gonna cum fuck i’m gonna cum so hard ohhh my god,” riri’s eyes were glued shut as she wailed and moaned on top of me. her dripping pussy on mine like felt like heaven that I never wanted to let go of. and fuck the sounds she made, all whiny and high pitch. she especially got like this whenever we were tribbing, saying it was her favorite way to get off.

“please, please, please, wanna cum, fuck i wanna cum, i wanna cum all over your beautiful pussy please let me cum!” she babbled into my neck as my legs shook. fuck she’s cumming, I can feel her pussy get impossibly wetter. it drips against my folds and it’s just enough to send me over the edge.

“cumming, cumming, cumming im cumming-!” I silently screamed into riri’s chest and softly bit her nipple to quiet myself down. “ngh-! fuck fuck baby do that again please,” she begged

I softly bit her nipple again looking into her brown eyes, licking and biting softly as she moaned and squirmed in my arms. because her nipples were pierced, her sensitivity was through the roof as she arched her back, forcing her chest further into my face. I couldn’t help it as I began moving against her, wanting more friction on my clit. I knew I was overstimulating her, but god she felt so good.

“shit please baby please,” at this point I was begging just to beg. I just wanted more of her and her creamy pussy on mine. I wanted to smother myself in her chest as I sucked and nibbled on her perky nipples. fuck I could do this all day.

“wow. so I leave you two alone for 30 minutes and you’re already going at it like you’re in heat.”

fuck.

riri is quick to jump down from my lap, leaving my wet cunt exposed to shuri. “f-fuck um-“ riri panicked looking anywhere and everywhere to avoid shuri’s piercing gaze.

“shhh no need uthando. both of you, go back to what you were doing.” she tilted her head to the side and smirked in amusement. she was planning something, I could see it in the way she looked me up and down.

“please shuri-“ I whined as my breathing picked up, excited to know what she had in mind. “nope, no help from me. c’mon give me a show you two. i’ve been working so hard to protect this nation, i think I deserve a private performance.” she is vividly eyeing my fluttering cunt chuckling at it’s reaction to her presence.

me and riri are looking at her like deer in headlights, wide eyed and shocked at shuri’s request. we’ve never done anything like this before and judging by the look on riri’s face, she’s just as shocked and turned on as I am.

“khawulezisa, i don’t have all day,” she demands in a deep voice, thick with her accent, and fuck it’s so sexy. she takes off her tank top and throws it somewhere around the room, exposing her perfect torso and breasts. riri slowly climbs on top of me again and her clit slightly rubs against mine, making us both moan out.

we slowly find our rhythm again, grinding against each other with our eyes shut. there’s a new found feeling that makes me clench around nothing, knowing that shuri is watching me and riri moan and rub against each other. our chests are rubbing against each other, making riri pant even louder and heavier.

shurir stalks her way over to the bed to whisper in riri’s ear, “you like having your nipples played with like this?” as reaches between us, she’s squeezes and rubs riri’s nipples. riri moans in ecstasy, rubbing faster against me. shuri’s low voice in riri’s ear is enough to have her like a bitch in heat, grinding her pussy on me. “nngh, fuck riri slow down!” our clits gaining more friction causes a high pitch whine to escape my lips, as my eyes roll back; god this feels so good.

“haaa fuck shuri please. need you so bad, need to feel you, need to feel you deep- haah!” moans and pleads roll off my tongue like it’s nothing, begging shuri to fuck me. “poor usana, need something long and thick in this pretty pussy huh? what, riri isn’t enough anymore? she seemed like enough before I walked in here,” she says, reaching in between us to run her fingers through my folds. she rubs against me and riri, as we grind into shuri’s hand.

shuri could feel the wet spot between her draws as she watched her love’s pathetically rub against each other. she wanted nothing more than to take them right then and there, but she had to be patient and enjoy the scenery in front of her. “wanna cum usana? wanna cum for me? c’mon cum all over each other. fuck, it’s so wet I can see it. I can hear it. go on my love’s, cum for me.”

fuck that’ll do it.

riri is absolutely gone. shaking, crying of overstimulation, moaning, she was all fucked out as her thick creamy cum spilled over my pussy and shuri’s hand. my cum mixing in with hers as I bit into her neck to quiet my squeals.

“look at you two, such good girls for me yeah?” shuri’s lips connected with mine as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. fuck she drives me crazy as her tongue explores and licks every crevice of my mouth. she detaches from me, a string of spit keeping us together.

she turns to lean into riri, as riri completely opens her mouth for shuri, reaching her tongue out. shuri sucks on riri’s tongue, slow and sensually, letting her tongue into her mouth and bobbing her head up and down. riri whines and pinches her nipple, feeling her cunt clenched around nothing.

shuri slaps her hands away from her breasts and says “patience my love, i’ll take care of you..”

LMFOAOA I PRESSED THE POST BUTTON TOO SOON BY ACCIDENT 😭

but we’re already rackin up some typa engagement ok I see y’all !!

maybe i’ll write more, who knows BUT FOR NOW THIS IS WHAT I GOT

my favorite writers are not only reblogging, BUT COMMENTING ON MY FIC… oml… im gonna faint 🏃🏾‍♀️ THANK YOU SM FOR READING IF YOU DID LITERALLY I AM SO HAPPY

mhm now that’s what i’m talking abt

A Betting Woman

AN: Hey y’all! So I’m trynna do some palate cleansers while I work on BTB3 cause lord is that one just emotionally taxing to create lol. 80% of this fic is just Riri and Shuri talking about you and how they view you so there’s that. This was heavily inspired by the wonderful work of @generallysapphic who is thee supreme when it comes to Shuriri postings. There’s someone else who wrote a Shuriri fic but I can’t find them anymore. Just some cute shit to post fr. Set on a timeline where you went with Shuri to defeat Namor but Riri is a super genius. 

Summary: Normally these types of moral dilemmas don’t bother Riri but after meeting your girlfriend, the queen of Wakanda. Riri decides to pay you a visit to end things. 

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader, Riri x Fem!Reader and the beginnings of Shuri x Riri.

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of D/S dynamic, kissing, i think thats it. 

Translation: Sthandwa - my love , Entle - Beautiful & Usana - baby. 

Word count: 2,864 

Suggested listening: WILSHIRE - Tyler, The Creator. 

“It’s morals I really have, it’s lines I could never cross But you got somethin’ that make All them good intentions get lost I try to keep it together, never felt this way”

Riri knocked quickly on the door three times, rocking on her heels as she did it. 

“Busy right now!” Someone called from the other side of the door. The genius didn’t know if the voice was yours or not but she didn’t care.

‘Oh no, that bitch did not.’ Riri thought to herself. She brought her fist to the door and knocked harder this time. Everything was always on your schedule and Riri was going to be damned if her ending this fling was on your time too. She heard some rustling around and the bed creek before the door opened up enough to reveal a person on the other side. 

The person Riri was expecting to see behind your dorm door was you, it was your room after all. Instead, she was met by the exact person she was here to talk to you about, Shuri. The taller woman stood in your doorway leaning up against the post. She was wearing a black sports bra and a matching pair of black sweats with golden embroidery on the side. The sweatpants hung low on her waist and Riri could make out the band of Shuri’s boxers. ‘She’s a Calvin Klein girl huh,’ The thought came to the mechanic quicker than she could stop it and she mentally cursed herself for getting so off track. 

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She’s supposed to be on break but I’ll let it slide! Y’all come look at this plssssss. It’s a piece of art

Footprints in the Sand

Shuri X Black!Fem!Singer!Reader

Contains: Angst and fluff.

A/N: Listen... I have no other explanation other than, this idea was nawing at my brain like a toothless dog and I had to get this out of my mind! I'm sorry, I will be starting Mo Baby fics back up here soon and I'll be looking at the requests soon as well. Hope y'all enjoy. -Ro <3 Here We Goooooo

‘I walked many miles to feel this way, and all I am left with is disappointment. I am not disappointed in you, for that is something that I subconsciously expected from you anyway. I am disappointed in myself for going through with it. I was lost in your eyes, the same way I have seen everyone do, but you turned away from me as soon as I looked in them and looked past my reflection in your pupils, finding the truth within your soul. I’ll mind my business now, because that wasn’t your intention, you know, for me to see you? You wanted me to see what I wanted to hear, but I didn't. I saw you, and I loved you for it. I now look you dead in the eyes, the real you, and say goodbye. No one else will see her again. You never let her out. So you’ll eventually suffocate her with the mask that you’ve glued together for years. I hope that she has a beautiful funeral that I will not be attending. She will hold a special place in my heart forever, but she will no longer hide from me, because she will be dead. I wish you the best. The absolute, wondrous, spectacular, best. I pray for you still and hope that my voice reaches you in another dimension. Maybe another lifetime, but in this lifetime, I let you go. I choose me, from now on. I choose me. I will choose me because I am the only one in this situation that truly will. I am proud of that. I am beautiful, and my creations are miraculous. Congratulations on witnessing some of my magic, but the show ends here, my beautiful moment. Goodbye, I am letting you go because if you come back you have been mine in the first place, but I still get to decide if I dispose of you the way you did with my heart. I hope each and every temporary feeling adds up to what I could’ve provided because they will have to, because I am no longer here. Not on this astral plane, not in this life. I am letting your energy go. It is my choice. I choose me. ‘

“Shit…” 

Shuri stares at the paper, reading your handwriting over and over again. She didn’t have time to fix this, not anymore at least. She wanted to support your art but she was busy. She wanted to attend your shows, but it wasn’t her scene. She wanted to love you but…

She couldn’t help but think that this was the most poetic way she’s ever been broken up with. Her heart had the illusion of still being intact, until you reached out and touched the deceptive thread that held it together. Stanzas lose their structure as they fall to her lungs, making it harder to breathe the reality of it. You’re gone. 

You said goodbye so beautifully. What was she gonna do? You left in a way where she couldn’t be angry, so where would she store her loss? Where would her helplessness reside? She didn’t know that you left a trail in the sand within the beach that is disguised as her mind. Footprints at which she needed to follow, you being at the end, silently waiting. Would she let the ocean of tears wash them away before she got the hint? Everything about you was a song, singing and lulling Shuri’s oblivion to sleep as her lack of acceptance grew in her chest with every second that was passing. 

“No…” 

She says to herself. She isn’t letting you go. You must have lost it! Losing every ounce of resistance within, Shuri throws herself to her feet, snatching her jacket and heading out the door. She knew you were in the studio, where else would you be? A vibrational infirmary where melodies tend to your heart, a spiritual operation room stitching together broken melodies to allow your creative flow. It was the equivalent to the significance of Shuri’s lab to her. You sing melodies into the microphone, but from your ears, they’re cries from the depths of your gut. Trained ears couldn’t hear it as such, but a certain panther could hear it from a mile away. It pulled her in as she stepped through the door quietly, not wanting to interrupt your hundredth take of the night. 

A note catches in your throat when you see her, and while melodies stopped dripping from your lips, the music never stopped. Her presence seemed ethereal while the music blasted in your ears. It seemed that your studio engineer left two minutes ago, you had no idea. The music continued and you both stared at each other, pupils speaking to one another, speaking a silent language to hide the conversation from the lips that only speak apologies at this very moment. 

You two couldn’t snap out of it, it wasn’t a trance anyway. You both stood within a realm that no one else could describe, because no one other than the two of you can see it. An epiphany uprooted Shuri’s feet from the garden of hesitation and she finally moved toward you, pushing through the door to get to you. “Ba-...Shuri what are you d-” She held her hand up, stopping your sentence with the gesture. “Let me speak, please.” She says, her voice shook but she planted her feet yet again, this time in the soil of gratitude to the universe of her determination to get you back. She found the footprints, and you knew that. 

“I’m not poetic… but I am a woman of science. I’ve seen Bast work miracles, so I cannot say that everything in science can be explained.” she slowly walks toward you, her hand outstretched, but your eyes are still on hers. “But what science can’t explain, love will. A miracle isn’t even the right word for the creation of you. Just please, I can figure it out…one line at a time, one note at a time, I can listen. I can try, My Love…please.” Her pleading spoke back to every show she missed, every problem she’s “kissed better,” every “Not right now, baby,” every “Shuri please, at least read it.” She spoke to every time your heart dropped when she wasn’t in the crowd. She spoke to each and every disappointed expression on your face after every show, asking your team “did Shuri show this time?”

“Please…” she begged again. You wanted to believe her, and truth be told…you did believe her. She just lied to you in the most alluring way. She said she wasn’t poetic, but the enchanting apology left her lips like smoke getting you high on forgiveness. There’s nothing more poetic than that at the moment. You wrapped your arms around her waist, resting your head in her chest. “Home?” you asked, Shuri chuckling at the one word that caused her so much relief. “Yeah baby, let’s go home.” 

Shuri showed up to every show after that, staying up with you in the studio at times and making sure you rehearsed enough. She would sing your lyrics back to you and you loved that. All it took was a path on the sand, the ocean of her love appeared once again. 

Sometimes I need this

Don't Judge Me Shuri Udaku X Black!Fem Reader

Summary: You're insecure about continuing a relationship with Shuri because of past relationships, but Shuri is having none of that! Inspired by the song "Don't Judge Me" by Janelle Monae.

Warnings: Fluff, angst (not really), Sexual innuendos, mentions of sexual activity (barely, chile), It's in first person (Y/N's POV), cussing.... I think dassit.

She’s everything to me. Watching her fingertips trail down the side of my arm is the only thing convincing my mind that she is real. A phenomenal woman that has love that is the epitome of a ‘phenomenon.’ Her lips press against each other as if she is holding a secret between them, delicately keeping it close and slowly releasing it with a soft breath. Eyes fluttering shut, I embrace the warmth of her skin and a chuckle is released into the air, turning into a giggle as she nuzzles her nose into the crook of my neck and shoulder. My insecurity makes itself known in the corners of my mind, and at what cost? The currency of my peace spent on the thoughts that snatch me away from her. She needs not to know that the vulnerability that she evokes within is frowned upon by me. She would think it was her fault, and it is far from it. To deny her of this, of me in abundance, is only a result of my own foolish pride. Built by so many others who once called themselves a mere shell of a “lover,” a wall sits idle between a love like hers and what I will allow to escape from me to feed her desires. Her appreciation for me has a small appetite, for my fear only allows such little love to escape. Yet it remains strong and satisfied as it nibbles on the outskirts of a skeleton that was once full of anything that Shuri deserves. Everything that she deserves. What good is my silence if it only exists from the fabric of fear?

“You are driving me insane.” Shuri hums into my skin, squeezing both my arms gently. A chuckle escapes at the thought that she just voiced. “Why is that?” I ask, turning to face her. My eyes point downward, avoiding the windows beautifully placed in her eyes. While the breeze of every emotion she experiences flows through them, I cannot bear to bask in the beauty of them right now. I’m conflicted. “Because you think I don’t notice you silently fighting with yourself, my love.” My grin widens in embarrassment, she always knows how loud my silence is. “What’s wrong, Y/N?” There it is, the very thing that makes my mind sing like a canary every time. My name coming from her lips like sweet, smooth, freshly made caramel. She rubs my thighs, reassuring my skin, forbidding it to crawl in disturbance of what my lips are about to say. The truth. “I can’t do this, Shuri. I don’t want you to hurt me.” I admit my heart's complaint and the slow blink is a non-verbal quip from Shuri, ensuring that my fear is a joke to her ache for me.

She’s such a fucking woman, an alluring being that I can’t help but marvel at. Especially when she’s like this. Grabbing my insecurity by its collar and pushing it into submission when it tries to dominate the forefront of my mind. “I don’t intend to.” she tells me in a whisper, yet its strength never faltered. I begin on a quest of boldness, staring her in the face. “Shuri, I have been judged for loving, for being open. Being called an idiot for allowing myself to be vulnerable with people who don’t take me being in peril seriously. I expect you to be no different, and that isn’t fair. I can’t be what you want.” I hold her at her forearms, stopping the caressing hands of hers. The slow blink, followed by a smirk assaults my nervous system, shocking it back to life. “It isn’t funny…” I trail off. Shuri quickly turns her head to hide her smile. “I’m not laughing.” a breathy response in the middle of her attempt to stifle her chuckle. I roll my eyes and remove myself from her altogether. Our separation wasn’t long before Shuri pulled me flush against her chest. 

“Let me ask you something.” She demands. “Have you ever really asked me what I wanted, or just assumed?” She has a point. I have never asked her what she wanted, unless I was between her thighs, sharing the intimacy of her verbal commands and soft, pleasurable sighs. I’ve never asked outside of that, and shame weighed my head down as it hung to avoid her peering down at me. “No.” I answer in finality. “So what if I just want you? Just how you are. In all of your essence? Just you.” She lifts my chin and our eyes give a quick salutations, our lips following their lead as they meet. “Now, what do you want?” She asks me. “I just don’t want you to judge me for loving you. You deserve love, I want to give you that without being seen as a fool.” She clicks her tongue in a tisk and smiles. “I’d never judge a love that I’ve always searched for. Why would I ever take that for granted?” Though her question was rhetorical, the silence between us answered any other questions that floated around in the realm that could only be described as the limited space between us. It grew smaller by the second and turned into a deep embrace. A soft hum escaped Shuri, contentment lacing the room. 

“I’m right here, my love….”