Hiiii, l’m new here and l’m writing for Riri Williams and Shuri Udaku
(They should do what the sign says behind them) 🫡
What l’m willing to write
SMUT - I am only willing to write smut for Shuri and Riri NOT Dominique and Letitia, I am doing this out of respect for them and my comfortability this may change in the future .
Fluff - I love fluff and i’m willing to write fluff I don't really have a limit when it comes to fluff .
Angst - I will not write about Riri or Shuri hitting y/n and vice versa !
PLEASE REQUEST
shuri x reader
riri x reader
shuriri x reader
That’s really it once I get into the flow of things I will add and change things but please request and ENJOY my loves <3
‧₊˚ ⋅ ❤︎ . . . smut◞ weed◞ lowkey porn without plot because i didn’t include any in the last part◞ ellie not knowing what to do with her hands◞ ellie is so cute
♡◞. . ⊹₊ ˚‧ — sequel of “just a dare” — i made sure to include smut this time. please enjoy. requests are open you guys!!
part i
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just a dare part ii
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ellie’s forehead stays pressed to yours, breath hot and shaky against your mouth like she is still deciding if this is real. the tv flickers uselessly in the corner, some old movie neither of you gives a shit about anymore. her hand grips your hip tighter, fingers digging in just a little, calluses rough from years of holding bows and knives and guitars.
"okay," she breathes, voice low and rough, almost cracking. "that was not enough. not even fucking close."
she kisses you hard then, tongue pushing in like she is scared this moment might slip away if she does not grab it. the nervousness is still there in the way her breath hitches and her shoulders tense, but underneath it is that ellie intensity. the same one that drives her through infected and worse. once she lets herself want something, she commits, even if it terrifies her. she pulls back just enough to reach blindly for the nightstand, knocking a half empty glass over with a dull thud. she does not even flinch.
"this first," she mutters, grabbing the half smoked joint and lighter. the flame catches quick, lighting up the freckles across her nose and the thin scar through her eyebrow. she takes a deep drag, holds it till her lungs burn, then leans down and presses her mouth to yours, shotgunning the smoke slow and thick into you. her hand slips under your shirt at the same time, palm warm against your side. you inhale together, exhale the cloud between your faces, and the weed starts hitting. warm, hazy, loosening the tight knot in your chest and making every brush of skin feel heavier.
"fuck," ellie says quietly, voice already gravelly as she takes another hit and passes it to you. her green eyes watch you closely while you smoke, half lidded and dark. "you look good like this. all relaxed. been thinking about this shit way too much lately. like stupid amounts."
it is blunt, a little awkward, pure ellie. she has never been smooth with this stuff. she sets the joint on the ashtray edge carefully, then yanks your shirt up and off, tossing it toward the floor. her own tank follows after a second of hesitation, revealing the lean muscle and old scars that map her torso. she pushes your pants down roughly, impatient now, muttering a curse when the fabric catches on your ankle. her own clothes come off fast after that, kicked somewhere off the side of the bed.
she crawls over you, knee pressing between your thighs to spread them, but she pauses there, hovering. her eyes flick over your face like she is checking for any sign you want to stop. "you sure?" she asks, voice low. when you nod she lets out a shaky breath and kisses you again, deeper this time, one hand sliding up to cup the back of your neck.
ellie’s mouth moves to your neck, open and warm, sucking lightly at first then harder, like she is leaving proof that this happened. her hand palms your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple until it tightens, and she makes this quiet, surprised sound in her throat when you arch into her. she grinds her thigh against you, slow and experimental, feeling how wet you are getting.
"shit. you are really into this, huh?" she mumbles against your skin, half embarrassed, half awed. the weed makes everything feel slower and more intense, every touch lingering. she spends time on your chest, mouth switching between your tits, biting gently then soothing with her tongue, like she is learning what makes you react. her hips keep rolling against your leg, leaving a slick trail on your skin, her own breathing getting ragged.
she does not drag it out forever. ellie has never been great at patience once she is decided. she slides down your body, pushing your thighs wider with those strong, scarred hands. she stares for a second, ears red, then leans in and licks a long stripe up your pussy. the groan she lets out is low and real, like she was not expecting how much she would like it.
"fuck, you taste good," she mutters, almost to herself. then she is really on you. tongue circling your clit, two fingers sliding in easy, curling careful but firm. she builds a rhythm, mouth messy and focused, short hair tickling the inside of your thighs. when your hips twitch she presses her forearm across your stomach, holding you steady without being rough about it. "just stay with me. wanna feel you."
it is intense in that ellie way. all her attention narrowed down to you, like nothing else in the world exists right now. the weed stretches it out, turns every lick and thrust into something deeper. she adds another finger, stroking steady, sucking your clit until your thighs start shaking and you come hard, moaning her name. she keeps going through it, gentler but not stopping completely, drawing it out until you are breathing shaky and oversensitive.
she finally pulls back, lips shiny, chest heaving. she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and crawls up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself. it is sloppy and desperate and so her.
"you okay?" she checks quietly, forehead against yours again. her hand is still between your legs, fingers moving lazy. when you nod she exhales in relief and reaches for the joint. she takes a long hit, then offers it to you, watching the smoke curl from your lips.
"turn over," she says after a minute, voice rough. you do, and she settles behind you, chest to your back, one arm wrapping around your waist. she kisses the back of your neck, grinding against your ass slow while her hand sneaks between your legs again. "this good?" she asks, fingers sliding back inside you from behind. the new angle makes you gasp and she curses under her breath, hips pressing tighter.
she fucks you like that for a while. deep, steady strokes, mouth on your shoulder, free hand roaming your body. it is not rushed. she takes her time, thumb finding your clit, building you up again until you are pushing back against her hand, coming with your face buried in the pillow.
ellie flips you onto your back after, breathing hard, face flushed down to her chest. she looks at you for a long second, something vulnerable flickering across her expression. "i want you to.. on my face. if you want.. only if you want."
you move up and she pulls you down gently, hands on your hips guiding you. her tongue is eager but a little uncoordinated at first, figuring it out, then finding what works. she moans into you the whole time, vibrations rolling through your body, hands squeezing your thighs and ass. you brace on the headboard, rolling your hips, and she takes it, licking and sucking until you come again, thighs trembling around her head.
she helps you down after, both of you sweaty and sticky. ellie is soaked, breathing heavy, but when you reach for her she catches your hand. "wait. just c’mere." she pulls you close instead, kissing you slow while her own hand slips between her legs. you watch her touch herself, then join in, fingers sliding through her wetness. she is sensitive and vocal in a quiet, broken way. little gasps and curses, hips jerking against your hand.
"fuck. right there, do not stop," she mutters, forehead pressed to yours, eyes squeezed shut. she comes hard like that, clenching around your fingers, body shuddering against you with a muffled groan into your neck.
afterward you are both wrecked, tangled together under the blanket she eventually pulls over you. ellie’s arm is wrapped tight around your waist, face buried in your neck like she is hiding. the room smells like weed and sex and the faint whiskey from earlier. she is quiet for a long minute, thumb tracing absent circles on your hip.
"that was yeah," she says finally, voice hoarse and a little shy. "you good? i did not get weird or anything? i just. i have never really done a lot of this before. not like this."
you reassure her and she relaxes a fraction, pressing a soft kiss under your ear. "good. cause i am not letting you leave tonight. seriously. stay." she huffs a small, awkward laugh. "fuck that stupid dare. this feels real. scary as shit, but real. you are staying, right?"
"yeah. i am staying."
ellie smiles against your skin, small and genuine, the kind she does not show many people. she reaches for the joint one last time, sharing a lazy hit with you between slow kisses, the high wrapping around both of you soft and warm. her legs tangle with yours, protective even in sleepiness, and for once she lets herself just exist here. no guilt, no ghosts, just the two of you in the hazy room, hearts slowing together as the night stretches on. the weed keeps everything floating, so she pulls you even closer, her body warm and solid against yours. she runs her fingers slowly up and down your back, tracing old scars of her own in her mind while feeling yours under her touch.
minutes pass like that, lazy and quiet except for the low hum of the tv. eventually she shifts, propping herself up on one elbow to look at you properly in the dim light. her hair is messy, sticking up in places, and her cheeks are still faintly pink. she studies your face like she is memorizing it, green eyes soft but still carrying that familiar intensity.
"you are really here," she says, almost like she cannot believe it. "with me. after all that dumb game shit." her thumb brushes your cheek, gentle in a way that contrasts everything that came before. she leans down and kisses you again, slower this time, no rush, just deep and lingering. the taste of smoke and sweat and each other lingers between you.
she does not stop there. her hand trails lower again, sliding between your legs with a question in her eyes. you nod and she touches you carefully, fingers circling your clit with the kind of patience she shows when she is fixing something important. she watches your reactions closely, adjusting every time your breath catches or your hips move. it builds slow under the weed haze, warm waves instead of sharp peaks, until you come again with a quiet moan against her shoulder.
ellie follows soon after, guiding your hand back to her, whispering soft instructions and curses under her breath until she trembles and presses her face into your neck. afterward she stays draped over you, heavy and content, one leg hooked over yours to keep you close.
the joint gets lit one final time for a shared, lazy pull. she blows the smoke gently toward the ceiling before turning back to kiss your forehead. her voice is sleepy now, rough around the edges but warm.
"stay," she repeats quietly. "please. i do not want this to end yet."
you promise again and she finally relaxes completely, body melting into yours as the high and exhaustion pull her under. her arm stays wrapped around you, protective even in sleep, and the room fills with the steady sound of her breathing mixed with the forgotten tv. for tonight, in this small hazy space, ellie williams lets the weight of everything else fade, holding onto you like you are the one thing worth keeping close.
Shuri brought her hand up between their too-close bodies, tapping at Riri’s chin, then her cheeks. “Alright, alright. You’ve proven yourself. Breathe before you pass out.”
Warnings: Explicit language, angst, elicit drug use, mention of death, implied smut, fluff
A/N: Huge, huge shoutout and dedication to @inmyheadimobsessed for even planting this idea in my brain. I hope I did you justice, baby🫶🏾
Not as sexy as the rest of the series so far, but I have so much smut coming soon, yall are gonna be sick of it. AU, T'Chaka is dead, T'Challa isn't (Yet... Haven't decided if imma go that route or not...)
Anyways, Enjoy, my loves 🤍
Grief is a funny thing, they said, but in reality, ain’t shit funny about it. What was funny about the way somebody could just cease to exist, to be here one day and gone the next? It was an incomprehensible thing, death. He was here, Riri knew he was. He was breathing, laughing, living. Except he wasn’t. Why wasn’t he? Why was she?
There wasn’t shit funny about the way Riri’s heart stopped, right in her chest, and felt like it wouldn’t start again. Nothing funny about the rain of bullets that cascaded around them and her mother’s painfully haunting cries. Nobody giggled at the funeral, not a single chuckle when her father’s body descended into the ground, in a hollow grave where he didn’t belong.
She couldn’t feel. She couldn’t feel the swarm of tears that pooled down her cheeks, stinging her eyes and pairing grimly with the sobs that pounded her little body. Riri couldn’t feel the icy metal locker when her back slammed against it or when her already shaky legs finally collapsed under her weight. Her miserable frame was so tiny, so helpless as she crumbled to the ground, curled over and heaving.
She didn’t feel. She didn’t feel when the body of another slid to the ground next to her, their warmth entering her space. Riri didn’t feel when they scoot just a little bit closer, brushing her arm, but not touching her.
She could hear them though. She heard their breathing, shaky and shattered. She heard the rasp in their voice, their deep African accent prevalent through their words. The softness, the understanding in the way they spoke swaddled Riri’s heart when they declared: “I’m sorry.”
Riri could barely lift her head, it was far too heavy.
“I was told grief sneaks up on you. It’s a bitch, isn’t it?”
Riri couldn’t speak, her throat was far too scratchy.
“Yours chose a hell of a time to creep up. I don’t think the school hallway is a fit place to feel a pain like the one you are.”
Riri could barely listen, everything was far too muffled.
“We can go to my car if you’d like. The windows are tinted enough to offer some solitude and I have a fat blunt we can pass.”
Riri could feel, just barely. She could feel a thousand tiny needles pierce her esophagus when the tightness in her vocal cords snapped and she spoke. “I don’t even know you.” The air surrounding them was hushed, Riri’s words floating in a whisper.
Their fingers were long and thin, covered in black ink and exquisite art. They stretched even further when she extended her hand to the still girl, awaiting her acceptance. “Shuri Udaku.”
Silence passed with the blunt in their hands, the smoke clouding the thoughts Riri didn’t dare to think. The vibe was mellow, music echoing in the smoke that wrapped around their heads. Her heart didn’t hurt as much, the tightness that she’d gotten so used to finally dissipating. Dry streaks where her tears once were lined her cheeks and chin, the ash stark and out of place on her mocha-colored face. Riri’s glossed-over eyes were scarlet-hued, vision blurred.
“Where you from, Shuri Udaku?”
Shuri’s slender fingers gestured for the blunt, pulling the wrap to her parted lips. Her deep inhale was skilled, the smoke expanding in her lungs. Riri’s gazed lazily at the foreigner, watching her exhale slowly before she answered, “Wakanda.”
“Wait, Wakanda, Wakanda? Shit, nigga, why the hell you here?”
A deep chuckle reverted through the air, lasting longer than it would have if the girls were in sober minds. Riri felt a goofy smile grow across her face at the sound, both rows of perfect white teeth shining at Shuri through the smoke.
“Y-you really don’t know who I am?”
The gaze Riri had on the Wakandan intensified, her beautiful brain trying to think so hard. Shuri shifted her weight, adjusting her seat until it reclined, pulling Riri’s eyes down with her. She tried and tried to think but the weed in her system didn’t do much to help her already distracted mind. Shuri couldn’t look away when Riri’s curls bounced around her framed face, shaking with her answer. “No, am I supposed to?”
Who knew a smile could be contagious? From Shuri’s own face spread a grin too wide with teeth too white, the gold adornments covering her canines contrasting with the rest of her. “Nah, I guess not.” Her shoulders relaxed into the back of the seat and she reached for the blunt once more.
Their silence was comfortable and lazy and they both fell back into it blissfully. Another question danced on the tip of Riri’s tongue and she sat, analyzing it. It would be unseemly for her to ask, but her clouded mind offered up no restraint. “Who died?”
“What?’
“What you said in the hall, sounded like you was speaking from experience.”
Shuri’s ribs expanded around her lungs. She needed another deep inhale to get the words out. It had been years since his death and she still had trouble saying it, thinking about it, even believing it.
“My father.”
Riri wasn’t sure what she had been expecting, but it wasn’t that. How deep of a confession to spill off the lips of a stranger? To another stranger?
“Mine too… Well, my stepdad, but he was the only dad I ever knew.”
Their eye contact was understanding. They understood each other. For such a long time, Shuri hadn’t come across a single person who fucking got it. Even in her own country, her mother, her own brother didn’t fucking get it. There was no way the ancestors needed her baba more than she did.
“How?” Curiosity was at the forefront of Shuri’s mind and the bluntness of her ask was promptly followed by her body drawing back on itself. She opened her mouth to apologize, but Riri cut her off, unfazed.
She thought the tears would descend like they normally did, but they didn’t. She was stunned the words came out so easily. “They shot him up.”
“They who?”
“Nigga, I grew up in Chicago. ‘They’ could be a 13-year-old walking down the street.”
Shuri’s pretty, brown eyes widened three sizes, but her lips remained sealed. She could count a full ten seconds pass before Riri opened her mouth again. “We was in the park, just chilling, grilling, and unsuspecting. ‘They’ drove by and shots rang out. He dived in front of me and mama and next thing I knew, we were covering his casket in wet dirt.”
‘I’m sorry’ didn’t feel appropriate to repeat, so Shuri didn’t. She allowed another moment of silence to blanket them before speaking her own truth. “They blew mine up.”
“They who?”
“You heard about the building explosion at the Vienna International Center? It happened years ago; I guess you would have been in American high school at the time?”
“Y-yeah,” Riri’s voice was small, her memory muddled. “It was all over the news. Came home and ma dukes was glued to the TV, tears in her eyes. Pop was too, angry. He kept screaming it was an assassination. They killed the king of somewhere, Tuh-something.”
“T’Chaka Udaku,” Shuri said proudly. “King of Wakanda.”
It didn’t take long for cognizance to pass over Riri’s features, high or not. “Oh, shit. Wait, shit! Nigga, you’re a princess?!”
Princess Shuri winced, pained by the sudden change in pitch in the girl’s voice. “You always throw that slur around like it's nothing?”
Her words flowed in one ear and out the other, completely disregarded. “You’re a fucking princess!”
“Yeah, guess I am.”
“Wh-why the hell are you here? What the fuck MIT got to offer you that your royal title don’t?”
“A normal fucking experience for the first time in my life?” Shuri’s voice stayed as level as her high, while Riri’s kept climbing octaves. “Not dwelling in a place where my father doesn’t come home.”
Riri let the plush seats swallow her, sitting back and sinking in. She understood all too well. “Yeah. that’s why I left Chicago.”
Shuri shifted in her seat, her right arm leaning against the armrest that separated the two. Her eyes fixated on the little Chicago native, studying her features and burning Riri underneath her stare. “Then you get it.”
Riri squirmed under the princess’s gaze, intimidation creeping on her slowly. She followed Shuri’s lead, leaning over until their warmth mixed. “I get it, but why college? I’m sure they would have just handed you a degree, why go through with the classes and the homework?”
“What part of ‘normal experience’ don’t you understand?”
Any of it, really. Riri was enduring a normal college experience and it sucked. The coursework, the teachers, the piles and piles of homework that she could never seem to come out on top of. Throw in her dad’s death, and it was too much. It was all really too fucking much.
Shuri could read the poor girl like a book. The beset reaction climbed Riri’s features, starting in her toes and working its way up, entangling her like a vine. The intoxication in her veins wasn’t doing enough to mask those emotions anymore and Shuri deemed it her job to help the ill-fated girl escape those feelings the same way she wished someone had for her.
The blunt was burned thin at this point, no longer the fat thing Shuri had promised, but still too good to be wasted. She relit the dimly burning bud, dragging a long hit before pointing the wrapped piece in Riri’s direction.
Riri’s nod was small, barely noticeable, and her small hand dragged upward to pull the blunt from between Shuri’s fingers, but she was stopped short. Shuri’s hand fell atop Ri’s, covering and cradling it, so small compared to her own. The blunt stayed laced in the princess’s thin fingers when she brought it up to Riri’s lips and tapped them with the unlit end. “Open.”
The surprise on Riri’s stoned face was laughable and Shuri’s stifled giggles prompted the small girl to obey. Her plump lips parted and Shuri slipped the blunt in, watching Riri’s lips close around it. Her chest rose, her lungs expanding, the drag deep, bravura, almost seductive.
She inhaled until her lungs couldn’t hold anymore. Shuri pulled the blunt away and Riri’s lips stayed pursed. “Gonna hold it?” Shuri’s thin brow was poised in a sexy arch, dancing atop her playful eyes.
Riri nodded, head feeling airy when she took on Shuri’s challenge. Her chest burned and her lungs begged, but they went ignored. Shuri leaned closer, slipping into Ri’s personal space with ease. Her eyes frolicked about Riri’s face, excited, pleased. “For how long?” She pushed even further, testing Riri’s limits.
However long Shuri wanted. Riri had never been bested by anybody and she hadn’t planned on starting now. Daddy hadn’t raised no bitch.
The seconds ticked on, Shuri’s eyes bouncing back and forth between her watch and Riri’s gaze. Her cheeks puffed, the air, the smoke in her lungs crying to escape. The princess’s tongue rolled over the inside of her cheek, enticement burning in her own chest.
Seconds turned into a minute and Riri’s breath was still caught in her throat. A minute and thirty seconds rounded out and Shuri brought her hand up between their too-close bodies, tapping at Riri’s chin, then her cheeks. “Alright, alright. You’ve proven yourself. Breathe before you pass out.”
Riri’s exhale was wheezing, her eventual inhale panting. She watched Shuri sit back in her seat, reluctant to do the same, reluctant to escape Shuri’s space. Something about this girl, this princess, this foreigner was fucking alluring.
Her high regained control, of her thoughts, of her actions. She wouldn’t, she decided. She wouldn’t sit back, she wouldn’t escape. Instead, she leaned over the armrest even further, grabbing Shuri’s chin and pulling their gazes together.
Shuri couldn’t control the breath escaping her that stuttered a little bit. Riri’s face was so close, her hands so soft, lips pouted nice and soft. Bast did Shuri try to restart her heart, to regain control, but the weed in her system, the fog in her mind made an already hard task Herculean.
“You into girls, princess?” Riri’s congested mind didn’t conceal a single thought running through her pretty little head. Shuri’s smirk was sly and sultry, daring to tease the girl before her.
“Take a good damn look at me and tell me I look straight.” Riri’s eyes wandered down, fully taking in the young royal. Shuri felt heat everywhere Ri laid her eyes and found herself wanting more. Those little glances, the oh-so-slow glances, were painstaking.
“Not a damn thing straight about that fucking flannel. And the shaved sides? You making studs everywhere look bad, being a walking stereotype like that.” The words rolled off Riri’s tongue, uncensored and true. Shuri knew it was true, the laughter that escaped her lips knew it was true.
“You one to talk, gold chain.”
Riri didn’t back down, she didn’t back away. Her words were smooth when she responded, “It was my dad’s.” And she didn’t cry. Instead, she smiled, the memory of her father placing the gold piece over her head and dangling it ‘round her neck playing in her mind like a movie.
“It looks good on you,” Shuri’s already soft voice dropped lower, her eyes stuck on Riri’s, hypnotized by the coffee-bean-hued orbs that flickered between her lips and her gaze.
“Nigga, can I kiss you?” Riri’s question was gentle, falling into Shuri’s lap with ease.
“Not til you stop calling me that,” Shuri’s words were playful, her eyes just as jubilant. Yes, she wanted to say. Yes, please, you can kiss me.
“Princess,” Riri corrected while Shuri’s eyes rolled. “Can I kiss you?”
Shuri was already leaning in to close the gap between their needy bodies before she answered. “That’s not any better.”
Riri didn’t get a chance to respond. Shuri’s lips pressed into hers, igniting a spark (really a moan) as she leaned in closer, sinking into the delicate feel.
Their lips molded together like a perfect fit. Shuri couldn’t explain away the feeling that overtook her. Science wouldn’t have a solution and Bast forbid she turned to the ancestors for clarity. Instead, she gave in, mind cloudy, no clearness in sight.
Riri thought Shuri’s tongue was just as soft as her hellish mouth. They danced and twirled, tasting and shivering under the nip of Shuri’s grill. Neither of them wanted to be the first to pull away, and Riri had already proven that she wouldn’t need to for at least a minute and a half.
Ninety seconds. A section of Shuri’s brain was counting, the rest of her mind too consumed, too mesmerized by the unfamiliar girl with whom she didn’t want to part.
The air in Riri’s lungs suddenly wasn’t enough, and with Shuri’s tongue, she swallowed her pride and cut off the kiss with abruptness. They panted, eyes glued to the thin string of saliva still connecting their love-swollen lips. “Demethi (Damn),” Shuri’s breathy whispers drifted to Riri’s ears, the Wakandan’s native tongue causing a shiver to run down her spine.
“Run that by me in English?” Riri could barely get the words out, titillated stutters littering her sentence.
Shuri’s smirk made a comeback, the golden grills gleaming at the smaller girl. “You go with me, you gotta learn my language, usana. I’ll teach you, yeah?”
“Who said I go with you?” The way Riri’s brows arched on her face and those dimples appeared on her cheeks made the butterflies in Shuri’s stomach swarm.
“You might not go with me yet, but you will.” Shuri stuck her thumb and index finger in Riri’s dimples. With a gentleness that almost caused Ri to swoon, their faces were brought together again, Shuri’s lips brushing over Riri’s.
“Demethi,” Shuri’s voice was but a whisper, her lips on Ri’s, their mouths together. “Demethi,” she repeated. “It means damn.” Riri fell into Shuri’s touch, into the feel of her. “D-demethi,” she absorbed the words and threw them right back at the princess.
“Good, usana. Usana,” Shuri’s lips dragged across Riri’s, every syllable playing out right on her mouth. “Usana means baby.”
“Usana,” Riri’s voice dropped to a whisper of her own, the intimacy of the moment engulfing her.
“Usana,” Shuri let the word fall from her a third and final time. “You might not go with me yet, but you will,” she parroted.
Riri’s bottom lip was tucked between her teeth, the smile on her face as brilliant as her mind. “We’ll see.”
Warnings : Dom shuri , Sub reader Hair pulling, Spanking , Dirty Talk , Rough sex , Bondage, Praise kink , Yes ma'am Kink , Safe words , a whole lot of dominant shuri , Restraints , Throat Fucking, Strap sucking , strap on sex begging and after care.
This is a whore house.
You came to a halt when you reached the classroom number on the schedule.
Stuffing it into your purse, you open the door to the lecture hall, which was small but still spacious. It could hold around 40 students, compared to the 200 people that had attended earlier in the day.
Being 5 minutes early on the first day of class, there were a decent number of students sprawled amongst the seats.
You took your seat in the 2nd row closest to the board, removing your computer from your book bag and setting it down infront of you.
Before you even got the chance to fully settle in, a little bubbly voice erupted you.
"Hey, can I grab this seat?" a girl asked, motioning to the seat next to you.
You were slightly stunned at the abrupt interaction but you smiled. "Yeah, of course."
You couldn't help but notice the girl's extraordinary looks. She had black box braids that cascaded down her entire back and hoop earrings that accentuated her heart shaped face she also had beautiful brown skin.
Before any introductions could be made, another beautiful girl sat next to her.
" Babe! you're in this class?"
She remarked in disbelief. You just stayed quiet, absorbing the scene and catching everyone's names.
"Yes and you owe me, Ary," Nyla said, plopping down in the seat next to her. "I'm the only reason you passed your classes last semester and I don't do this psych shit. Help me"
"I'm Nyla," she greeted, extending her hand.
You took it and smiled. "Y/n" but my friends call me Y/n/n."
You hesitated at the term 'friends'. Most of the people you met in your first year of college didn't stick around. You were grateful to be meeting new people.
" Y/N. thats adorable ."
Nyla repeated with a smile.
"I'm Ary nyla's girlfriend " she interjected happily and you gave her a small smile back. She already had whipped out her computer and was editing a written-up document on her screen.
"That's due in 3 minutes, Ny" Ary hissed, slapping her girlfriend on the shoulder, only provoking a chuckle from her.
"Look, baby it's all good... I just gotta save and submit..."
She somehow managed to save the file and upload it in a record time that you had never witnessed. The assignment wasn't too difficult just an explanation of why the student took this class and a general understanding of abnormal psychology.
Ary sighed. " Babe I don't know how much I can help you out. I've heard this professor is really tough."
Nyla nodded. "A friend of mine said she didn't give out a single 'A' last semester."
"Really?" You responded in disbelief. Well Damn.
"Well, I've also heard she's very..."
Ary's voice trailed off as the door to the classroom opened.
It was Shuri Udaku. The Black Panther
You'd never seen her with her suit off.
Her black low rise converses tap against the floor , each step presenting dominance. You only had to move your head a little to see the woman walking down the aisle towards the front of the room. The grey slacks and grey dress shirt she wore only accentuated her tall, petite well-built frame as she made her way to the front of the class.
In the room girls - were in awe of the professor's beauty especially her sharp jawline and her gorgeous darkskin her black curly hair sat on top of her head with shaved sides to compliment it which was effortlessly styled away from her face. You had never seen a more beautiful and handsome woman.
But that's not what mesmerized you.
No, it was the aurora of sheer command the woman carried with herself.
She's the panther after all.
The class went silent, waiting for her to speak.
"Good afternoon. This is psychology 11- 29- 76, the study of deviant behavior. I'm Professor Shuri Udaku. Dr. Udaku is also fine, " Her accented voice resonated within the walls of the room with ease.
"Yeah I know half the class is here to pass."
The sound of students shifting in their seats filled the air. You saw a smirk appear on her face in response to the discomfort.
"My class will require a significant amount of your time and effort. I want all of you to bring your own thoughts. That's the true study of psychology."
The rest of the class proceeded as most first day of classes go. Shuri went through the syllabus of the class, dates for midterms, and books needed - one being a textbook she co-authored herself.
She continued in introduction to psychology, both modern study and also its dark past of stigmatization and scrutiny. You could listen to that woman talk about anything, so much so that an or two hour had flown by in a second.
"I believe that's all I intended on covering today. See everyone on Wednesday . You're all dismissed." She promptly concluded.
"I'm fucked," Nyla grumbled, lugging her backpack over her shoulder.
"Hopefully I'll see you both here Wednesday," Ary said, insinuating either Nyla or you would drop the class by then. You nodded. A hard class wasn't gonna scare you away.
Before the three of you could exchange contact information or parting words, a sharp voice called out that almost put a stop to your heart.
"Y/N."
You turned your head towards the voice, making direct eye contact with your professor. She motioned for you with a slight tilt of her head.
"See you guys Wednesday," you breathily muttered to your new friends, wondering what the professor could possibly want from you.
Approaching her your eyes fell down to her desk. On it was her write-up that had been due before the first day of class, at the top written a bold, red...
C-
Overall, you were an A/B student but to get a C- on the first assignment of the class and on a paper you had put considerable thought and effort into hurt.
You grabbed the paper off the desk, taking a closer look to make sure it was yours - and it was. "Y/N" was written right there at the top.
Once The student's left the room.
You snapped, "What the fuck."
"Language, Miss Y/N." The baritone feminine voice of hers cut through the closing distance between you both.
You were average in stature, but - Bast - you felt so small in her presence. And you loved the feeling.
Dr. Udaku or Shuri, held out her hand for you to hand back your paper. You slowly placed it in your professor's hand, your eyes never meeting hers and you remained looking at the ground below you. It wasn't out of shame or fear, but you just needed her to say...
"Look at me." You couldn't help but obey the sternest of her order. Her eyes were full of intensity and emotion.
The tension of the encounter you we're currently in was practically tangible, but both parties chose to ignore it.
The professor was used to it. You weren't the first student to try and play this game with her. And they never won.
Shuri wanted to smack the confused and innocent look off your face. she wasn't privy to needing to turn down students. she knew they'd all run away if they knew what went on in her head.
But you wouldn't and that terrified her.
She flipped through your assignment to the last page. Your heart was doing its own race in your chest. You had written the last few points and concluding paragraph past midnight with an earlier dose of caffeine. Your thoughts stilled as you began trying to remember exactly what you said...
Your eyes widened. Your words hadn't been wrong, after all sexual deviancy was a legit area of study, but it could be suggestive to those with a certain... mindset.
Whenever the topic of sex came up within groups of people, you would just nod along as others called themselves kinky and then drew the line at choking.
She looked as if she were about to starting reading it.
"Uh you don't need to look I'm sorry, professor," you said not wanting her to read it.
"I know it's a bad paper and I'll take the grade."
You were stumbling over your words, Shuri was watching you closely.
"Why did you take this class, Miss Y/L/N?"
"I- um ..."
It was rare for you to be at loss for words. But standing before Shuri , you could feel that sense of control and brattiness fade...
She continued to pushed on, not realizing she had taken a step forward towards you. "Was it for personal reasons?"
"Bad writing is not what got you the bad grade," She explained slightly leaning onto her arms. You had to stop yourself from looking at her defined forearms.
Damn the veins.
It's time to drop this class.
Shuri continued. "You had one of the best write-ups of the entire class. Which is why I'm going to put you to a higher standard. I think you can do better."
"Really?" You were stunned.
A part of her wanted to know what was going on in that head of yours.
"I want you to elaborate on your concluding paragraph. Turn in a copy to me in my office on Friday and I'll regrade it. I don't want other students thinking I'm giving out extra credit. Stop by anytime after 3PM."
"Ukuqonda? "( Understand?)
You nodded, grateful but intimidated. Shuri took a seat behind her desk.
"And Miss Y/N," she continued, looking up, "do you go by Y/N/N?"
"I go by Y/N/N," you manage to reply.
"Be in my office on Friday, Y/N."
"Yes, ma'am."
The week flew by quick, you almost forgetting about you and Shuri's little encounter on the first day.
FRIDAY.
You Quickly had found the building and also the room number of Shuri's office.
You finally mustered the courage to knock on the door. You were just gonna turn this paper in, then turn around, and go get fucked up with your friends.
Shuri looked up at the sound of someone at her door, she signaled for you to come in.
She didn't think much of the encounter.
She indeed was a good professor. You just... intrigued her a lot . She didn't want to explain it.
Shuri finally got a full look at you as you stepped into her office. It would be crazy of her to think you weren't going out to live a weekend night to the fullest. For some reason this angered Shuri.
Especially after you just dropped your assignment on her desk and had the audacity to turn around ready to walk out the door.
Brat.
"Sit." Shuri never asked. She ordered.
You stilled. The demanding tone made your thighs press together and butterflies erupted in your stomach.
Fuck.
Shuri didn't do brattiness. She didn't like to be questioned, talked back to, or disrespected
Shuri was starting to take this situation with you as a challenge. She didn't know how far she would go...or how far you would let her go.
You made your way to the seat in front of Shuri's desk, you then crossed your legs and adjusted your jacket to display some professionalism. Shuri was flipping through the pages of your assignment.
She suddenly speaks "I'll give you a B, we can negotiate a B+. There are typos and run-ons but if you're willing to converse I'll overlook it."
"Ask me anything," you responded, in a taunting tone. Shuri suppressed a smirk.
She cut straight to it, catching you off guard. "What do you think about when you write about sex ?"
"You know I could report you? This is inappropriate," you snapped without hesitation, just deflecting the question on purpose.
Shuri rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. "Miss Y/N, every time it has been me who's filed a report on a student so good luck with that. I'm simply discussing things you wrote in a paper and let's not forget you submitted to me."
That shut you up.
"Now answer my question. Sexual submission and dominance, why did you write about it?"
"I... um I don't know," you replied, your little burst of confidence gone. You felt so embarrassed and shame started to consume you and Shuri could sense it - so she just kept pushing.
"It's just one section of deviant behavior, yet you focused entirely on it," Shuri continued, looking down at your paper again.
"Is there something wrong with that?" You paused. "You do research into it is that only for academic reasons as well?"
Shuri fought the urge to make you finish your sentences off with "Ma'am" and punish you for your little sharp comment.
"Sexual deviance It's not about just the sex, It's the relinquishment of power. It's the trust you give to your partner. It's an exchange deeper than love."
It's an euphoric feeling.
Shuri's thoughts paused. The tension in the room was building into something neither you or her could comprehend. Something exhilarating and... so arousing.
"I'll give you an A," Shuri finally says, slipping your paper into a drawer beside her and putting an end to the conversation.
"Thank you, professor. I really appreciate that."
"Anything else?"
You just stayed quiet, just as Shuri wanted. She needed to get you out of her office - before she couldn't hold back any longer.
You finally replied. "Why do you study what you do?"
Shuri's answer was a dangerous one. Which is why she completely dodged your question.
"It's getting late, Y/N. You should head out."
"But - "
"Miss Y/N, whatever you think you want from me, you don't. You need to leave."
Shuri's voice was tense, It left no room for debate or defiance. And it turned you on. And you hated it. You hated herself for the intense attraction you felt towards your professor and it quickly turned into frustration.
"I only wanted my grade changed " you retorted.
A Lie.
"Your reaction to me giving you an A was anything but satisfied, Y/N."
"And I barely had to do anything to get it."
You chuckle you had a smart mouth.
Shuri stood up from her chair, her petite muscular build eliciting a forbidden feeling in you. Her forearms were flexed as she gripped the edge of her desk, her brown eyes flamed with lust.
"Don't tempt me, Y/N."
"Or what."
"You would never lay a hand on a student."
The air stilled. Her jaw clenched.
That sent chills of fear down your spine.
Shuri removed herself from her desk.
You held your breath as she passed you.
Then you heard the blinds of the window close.
She returned back to her seat behind her desk, her eyes never leaving yours. She then undid the first two buttons of her white dress shirt then she adjusted the folded sleeves.
"Get over my knee, Y/N."
Your eyes widened.
"Do not make me repeat myself." Shuri's order cut through the silence. "Move over here and get over my knee Now ."
Oh shit you think.
Making your way around her desk at a slow pace on purpose. It was too slow of a pace for Shuri so finally when you were at arm's length, Shuri wrapped her arm around your waist and pulled you forward over her knee. Before you could even process what was happening.
Shuri always practiced self-control. Always .
Not today. Not with you.
Your skin felt like it was on fire as pleasure pooled between your legs. Shuri had hardly touched you.
All you could hear and feel was her controlled breathing and the coolness of her belt buckle up against your side. It was so, so wrong but you wanted this so so bad.
"Promise to be a good girl and stay quiet for me?" Shuri's voice was ecstasy to your ears.
You nodded.
"Is this what you want?" Her voice was barely a whisper to you.
You didn't hesitate to say
"Yes."
Shuri aggressively fisted a handful of your curls. You pursed your lips to conceal a cry, which escaped your mouth as a pitched whine. You knew your mistake.
"You will address me as 'ma'am'. If you don't, I will make this much more unpleasant for you than it needs to be."
"I understand, ma'am."
Shuri gently released the hold on your hair and you let out a sigh of relief.
She brushed some of your hair to the side so she could see your reactions as she continued. With your dress already short, Shuri only had to slightly move it to expose you to her eyes.
Her index finger slips between your lace thong and your skin, slowing tracing along your hip. She restrains herself from ripping it off of you.
"If you need this to stop, just say so," she informs you, now running her finger up and down your smooth leg at a tantalizing pace.
Your body begging for the action to be moved somewhere more intimate. You had never encountered a woman with this much control over your own pleasure.
"Why am I doing this, Y/N?" Shuri asked.
"Because..."
She knew she was practically overwhelming your senses.
You suddenly felt a sharp slap on your thigh, the sting going straight to your core. Your reflexes made you lurch forward away from the person inflicting the pain but you couldn't get far.
Shuri gathered your wrists in one hand and pinned them down to hold you still, as she squeezed your ass with the other.
"I am not a very patient woman,. When I ask a question, I expect a response nkosazana."
"Because I taunted you, ma'am," You hurriedly respond. You were rewarded with Shuri's grip on your pinned wrists loosening slightly.
Shuri hummed in approval. She had noticed your arousal glistening from between your legs more as each second went by. Your sensitivity amazed her and turned her on.
Then next thing you know her palm is cracking down on your ass hard.
You had to conceal your cries from the harsh impact of her palm, filling the air with soft moans and gasps. Each strike stung, heating your skin with each hit. The pain filtered itself turning into intense pleasure.
She was ruthless, not giving you any time to recover or catch your breath. The office was filled with the sound of harsh skin-to-skin contact and your cries.
Every time you shifted or squirmed under Shuri's hand, she tightened her grip on your wrists and exerted more of her weight on your frame.
Suddenly, instead of sharp stings, you felt gentle caressing.
"How many are we at, Usana?" Shuri asked in a rough voice. Your heart stopped when you then realized you hadn't been counting.
Fuck.
" We have to start over, don't we?"
"Is that what you want?"
You remembered her words. You could simply say stop and it would be over. But you didn't want it to stop. With the faintest, sinister smile on your lips you replied. "More, please panther."
Shuri felt a flame come to life inside her as she finally saw the masochist in you come to life.
Your ass was sore and stinging.
Shuri couldn't help herself. She had to know. Without warning, she easily inserts two fingers into your wet entrance.
"You're drenched, baby."
The loudest moan escapes your mouth, tempting Shuri to fill it with something else.
"Ma'am, please don't stop..."
You were so close... so, so close...
You whined at the loss of her presence down there and she returned with another sharp slap on your ass. that one stung. Hard.
"You will not come without my permission."
Shuri's order was clear as glass.
"Please..."
You pled you were aching for a release that you knew deep down was going to be denied..
You were right.
She pulled your dress down, your sensitive skin burning against the fabric of your dress she then pulled you upright, letting you fall to your knees next to her chair. Your hair cascaded down your back. Shuri pushed a few strands away from your face. She caressed your face and tilted your chin up so she could meet your eyes.
"No." She maintained eye contact, reading your expression of hunger and arousal.
"This is what you're going to do go to your party, meet up with your friends, get wasted find someone who will give you the release you want i say this because I know you won't. You'll come back begging me."
And you did just that.
The party.
Your mind was too preoccupied to take in your surroundings.
You would be having more fun if you were on your third shot of vodka and didn't have anything occupying your mind. Except you did have something on your mind. That something being the fact that you had been over your professor's knee an hour ago.
The memory made your cheeks burn. No one had ever touched or handled you like that. You closed your eyes, focusing on the soreness of your ass.
You had lost Ary a good 20 minutes ago after her and her girlfriend left to go have sex in the closet.
Meanwhile Ary and Nyla in the closet.
"Mm that feels so good baby " Ary moans as her girlfriend thrusts her fingers deep inside of her.
" You like that shit sthandwa sami? "
" Yes oh- my right there shit! "
Suddenly Nyla stops. " Why did you stop?"
"Turn around lean against the wall baby."
Ary does as she says and leans against the wall. Then Nyla presses her lips on the sensitive skin of her girlfriends inner thigh kissing up her thighs teasing her till she gets to where she wants her the most.
“That feels so good ,” Ary moans, writhing against Nyla's face. “I know baby .” Then she moves her leg further apart and she pushes two fingers inside of her.
Thrust after thrust, she continues her assault on her beautiful girlfriends pussy sucking, nibbling, and tasting. " you're such a slut letting me fuck you in a closet at a party."
" Yeah im your slut baby yours only."
" Who's pussy is this ?"
" Yours. Its Yours Nyla"
Ary stomach flutters, her breathing quickening
" Shit! baby im about to cum fuck."
" Thats it baby cum for me " she says and Ary cums, screaming so loudly people on the other side probably heard her.
" Damn you made a mess." Nyla chuckles looking at the cum running down Ary's leg.
Then she sticks her fingers in her mouth
" You taste so good usana."
Both Ary and Nyla smile at eachother.
A/N i had to add some side character action just because:)
Back to Y/N.
Walking to get a drink someone suddenly speaks to you.
"Looks like you need a refill." You look up towards the person talking. Despite the awful lighting, you could gather that she was cute.
A one-night stand didn't sound too bad at the moment. It would definitely distract you from your current thoughts. While you doubted the girl eyeing you had the guts to treat you like a slut. You wanted a woman with force; to make you feel so irresistible that she would take you right then and there... that's everything Shuri was.
You wanted her to hear your moans and the pleasure she so sadistically refused you.
You and the girl you met engaged in small talk.
You could've sworn the girl had given you her name but it slipped your mind as you tried to usher out of the party as quickly as possible.
The girl you met picked up trailing beside you.
The awkward silence that followed came to an end as you stopped in your tracks.
There was one room with the lights on at this building the same one you went to earlier.
You knew Shuri was still there.
Turning to your not so much one night stand you say "I actually have to take care of something. I'm really sorry."
The girl just rolled her eyes and walking away.
With a little bit of alcohol in your system, you let your lack of judgment take over.
You stormed into Shuri's office, not even giving a knock as a warning, letting the door swing open.
Pivoting around, she watched as you made your way to the front of her desk "Don't speak."
You ordered before Shuri could get a word out. With any other person on any other day
Shuri would've snapped at those words.
But Shuri suppressed a smirk.
You jabbed a finger in Shuri's face. "I am here to say I'm dropping your classes which first is way too hard and you've gotten in my fucking head you're all I think about now. "I'm done. I'm f-"
You didn't get to finish your sentence. She pulls you forward to the point where you almost trip.
Shuri leaned in, her lips barely brushing against your cheek, sending shivers down your spine and throughout your body.
"You don't think you've gotten into my head?"
You couldn't even form a coherent thought.
You and her lips were so close.
Shuri tightened her grip and lurched you forward till you both were chest to chest, face to face.
"Don't act like this is all me, Y/N."
You knew she was only telling the truth.
Deep down you had taken the bait of the assignment extension because you wanted her in the most sick and twisted way of course.
"Say it Y/N,"
"Take me, ma'am."
"Just One night"
Shuri's house.
"Suck," she ordered.
You took in Shuri's middle and index fingers, vacuuming you cheeks.
Suddenly, Shuri pushed her fingers in deeper into the back of your throat. You immediately gagged at the intrusion.
"We'll work on that," Shuri noted.
She removed you from her lap, letting you fall next to her. "As much as I'd like to keep going, we have important things to discuss if we're going to continue with this tonight."
You attempted to put yourself together, adjusting your hair and dress.
" Do you have a safeword?" She asks
"Vanilla." You answered.
Shuri raised an eyebrow.
"I assure you, nothing I plan on doing to you tonight is 'vanilla nkosazana."
That was exactly what you wanted.
Everything but vanilla.
"Just know the power your safeword has. If you ever need anything to stop, say 'vanilla'.
"Understood?"
"Yep."
Shuri's eyes darkened.
"That's 6 more for not saying "Ma'am."
Your eyes widened.
How many were you at now...?
" Do you like calling me professor?"
"Yes, ma'am."
You felt your face get more heated by the second.
Your heart was beating at an fast pace.
"What are you thinking, Y/N?" Shuri asked in a low voice.
You paused. You then looked at her.
"I'm wondering how much you can show me in one night." Your response was barely a whisper.
Shuri's eyes lit up at your answer.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" She asked.
"Yes, please."
"Restrain you?"
"Yes..."
You were willing to get on your knees and beg at this point.
In a split second, Shuri's hand was wrapped around your neck as she pulled you closer.
"What's your safeword?" She asked.
"Vanilla."
And with that Shuri hauled you over her shoulder.
Finally having reached Shuri's room she put you down.
The room was colored in a light grey color It wasn't too harsh, just dim and soft enough to highlight every entity in the room.
"Come over here," Shuri ordered. She guided you to the center of the room right before the foot of the bed.
She circled around you, her leisurely pace only edging you on further.
You just wanted to be fucked.
And Shuri knew that.
That's why she took her time.
She slowly unzipped your dress untill it came to a stop. She slipped the sleeves off and let the material fall gracefully to the floor.
Shuri lightly tapped you on the side of your thigh, signaling you to remove yourself completely from the dress. Next, Shuri unhooked your black lace bra and slid it off of your arms until it fell to the floor.
Lastly, she motioned towards your heels noticing the command you take your heels off now barefoot. Shuri kicks the rest of the clothing to the side, taking a few steps behind you to admire the view.
And a view it was. You curves were soft and glistened in the warm light, your dark skin adorned with stretch marks that Shuri loved a perfect canvas for what she had planned in her mind.
She traced along your thong, the contact sending goosebumps along your skin. "Bend over and take them off slowly for me."
With nervous hands, you hooked your thumbs along the sides of the lace material. You bent over exposing yourself to her just as she wanted.
You slowly pulled them down, as sensually as you could.
Finally, You straightened your back and tossed the material aside. Your eyes met Shuri's as she stood in front of you once again.
"Ukuguqa Ngamadolo." (Kneel.)
Your knees hit the wooden floor before Shuri even finishes her words.
It felt so right but so wrong.
"Don't move."
You could feel her intense gaze from above.
It turned you on.
"Who owns you?" She suddenly asks.
"You, ma'am."
" Good girl. Stand up."
Standing straight up at Shuri's command.
You make eye contact with her.
"I'm going to ask you one more time Y/N..." Shuri's voice was smooth and dark.
"Is this what you want?"
You didn't hesitate for a second before responding.
"Yes, ma'am."
Shuri began undoing her belt.
You could feel the slickness between your thighs intensify.
"You look beautiful like this, Y/N."
"Let me feel that pretty pussy will you let me Usana?"
" Yes please." You say your voice needy.
She then brings her fingers to your entrance and inserts two fingers inside of you.
"Do you feel how fucking wet you are, baby?" Shuri brings her hand up to your mouth.
"Taste it."
You loved the degrading yet sensual act. You took in her fingers, sucking and licking your arousal clean off of her long fingers.
She returned her hand back under you, now circling your clit.
Shuri worked you quickly and expertly. It didn't take long for you to reach the edge.
"Beg and I'll let you come," Shuri ordered, not stopping her pace. She could feel you begin to tense up as your breathing became more erratic.
"Please." You couldn't bring yourself to say anything else. Your mind and thoughts felt completely overwhelming.
"Cum baby cum."
The second the command left Shuri's mouth, you unraveled. Her relentless pace only sent waves and waves of pleasure, leaving you in a haze. After coming down from your intense high.
You couldn't help but smile. "Thank you, panther."
Seeing the corners of your mouth tug upwards that gave Shuri another idea.
"Show me how thankful you are."
Shuri tapped the side of her kimoyo beads then she quickly freed herself. You take note of the strap on her hips. " This is made with vibranuim. I've installed sensation outlets in it so i can feel everything. I can feel your pretty little throat wrapped around me."
" Use my mouth please." You plead her.
She then releases all her sexual frustration in thrusting into your throat without any warning, grabbing the sides of your head.
Shuri groans at the feeling of your warm mouth around her.
She tries to push in further, but was met with resistance as you tensed up your throat.
Shuri pulled out, You immediately coughed.
"Looks like I have a lot to teach you outside of class, Y/N, Shuri noted, her breathing ragged.
You just remained kneeling.
You felt kind of bad. "I'm sorry."
Shuri's eyes softened as she tilted your head up to meet her gaze. "I'm going to push your limits." Snap three times whenever you can't say your safeword, okay sthandwa?"
As soon as you nod your head, Shuri pries open your jaw and shoves her dick in your mouth again. "Open your mouth, don't tense your jaw... relax the back of your throat, baby... tilt your head slightly up that's it, good girl."
Shuri's soothing and encouraging instructions instantlv soothed you.
Shuri gathered your curly hair behind your head to keep it out of your face.
She moves further down your throat, moving in and out slowly. You wanted to please her.
"Shit... relax, baby fuck." Shuri almost came as you pushed your mouth further down her strap. Shuri took it as a sign, fisting your hair and taking full control.
Pushing herself against the inside of your cheek, she pulled out with a pop. Saliva and spit smeared both the head of her strap and your lips. You started to become even more needy as an ache began growing between your legs.
" Take it all. I don't care if you start to choke."
She says after she thrusts back into your mouth.
Your whimpers came out as a needy whines as she filled your mouth.
Shuri's movements became ragged and jerky as she chased her release.
"Swallow it all. Baby."
You did exactly as she asked.
Shuri moans and whimpers as she cums after she comes down off her high she pulls out your mouth.
" Good job. Baby"
Then Shuri pulls you up by the back of your neck onto your feet. She grips your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet hers.
"Do you remember your safeword?" She asks.
" Vanilla."
Then she hauls you onto the bed as if you weighed nothing.
She grabs your arm, putting your wrist in a leather cuff before doing the same to the other.
With your movements restricted, Shuri hovers over your body. At some point, she had taken her shirt off exposing her chest. You fell silent at her beauty. Her small breasts her muscles and toned abs were highlighted by the light above you two, her arms flexed with defined collarbones and shoulders. Her dark skin was damp with sweat, glistening so beautifully.
Shuri leans over and captures your lips with hers she drinks you in like sweet honey.
You felt Shuri's lips mold onto yours, massaging and intoxicating you even more.
You wanted to run your fingers through her hair. You attempted, but failed due to the cuffs around your wrists.
Shuri just chuckles at you.
"Be a good girl and wait for me," she whispers.
That sent shivers down your spine.
You felt empty at the loss of Shuri's presence.
Shuri reappeared but this time she had undressed completely from the waist down, even out of her boy shorts
Shuri held something in both hands.
Is that a spreader bar? You think.
She grasps one of your ankles, fixing it to one end of a sleek bar.
You felt your heart beat faster.
Your were completely spread out for her.
You always had your safe word.
"Shhh, baby, trust me," Shuri soothed, noticing your reaction.
That put you on complete edge.
"Please i trust you , touch me. Anything, anywhere.
She undoes your cuffed hands, letting them fall to your side. Then, she undid the other one connecting the spreader bar to the bed.
That left her able to flip you over onto your stomach. Shuri slaps your ass hard, pulling the sore area up in the air in perfect arch before lining it up with her strap. "I'm going to fuck you hard, Y/N."
Shuri's definition of fucking hard transcended any dictionary or language.
She fucked with dominance and aggression.
She grabs your wrists and pins them to your lower back. She thrusts into you from behind. She uses her other hand to shove your face down into the mattress. "Take this fucking dick."
She says.
As the sound of hips meeting fill the room.
She put all her weight on your frame.
Your wrists were digging deeper into your back.
You just take it and feel it. Feel her.
Each thrust, each stroke she pushed herself inside of you with vigor and sheer force. You felt your walls tighten more you felt waves of pleasure.
Shuri felt your limbs begin to tremble. That only made her push down harder on your body. She let her hand weave through your dark curls .
Her relentless pace didn't stop for a second.
You loved it.
Shuri could feel your legs were shaking.
Finally, she released you and your upper body shot up, gasping for air.
Then she slowed down, pulling in and out of you slowly . "Beg me to fuck you harder."
"Please... more.."
"Not good enough," Shuri demanded.
"Please fuck me harder, Panther - please."
Shuri finally pushed herself deep into you from a different angle.
You gasped loudly into the bed, gripping onto the sheets.
The thrust was so deep. You felt it in your stomach. Shuri hit the same spot over and over and over again until you had tears staining your cheeks
"Scream louder, baby."
Shuri didn't have to tell you twice the air filled with harsh thrusts and your screams of pleasure.
"Come for me, nkosazana. Let go."
Every nerve and sense in you unraveled.
Her thrusts not wavering once.
They remained deep and unsparing on your body.
You moaned and cried to oblivion.
Shuri came in synced with you, pushing into your tight walls once again. Her rough moans mixed with your cries....
Aftercare was a must for Shuri making sure you felt safe. You could smell the shea butter infused bath salts and oil she had added into the water. You felt every bone in your body relax.
Request - Can you pls do a Shuri x reader fic where they had just finished an insane mission and in the heat of battle had confessed their love for each other, and they get back home and dom/top!Shuri goes to town on sub/bottom!reader and uses the vibranium strap 😮💨 maybe a lil praise kink too 👉🏻👈🏻
pairing - top/dom!shuri sub/bottom reader
word count - 2,214
contains - smut (18+), praise kink, mention of fighting, strap-on sex, face riding, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, fingering
translations - andikwazi kulinda ukukugezela - i can't wait to fuck you
intombi entle - pretty girl
usana - baby
A/n - heyy i got this request a while ago but midterms came up quick and i had to focus on school BUT here it is and this is my first time writing and i hope everyone enjoys 🤍
“Y/N WATCH OUT” Shuri yelped, she couldn’t bear the fact that she had dragged y/n on a mission with her because she’s selfish and wanted her next to her at all times, and now because of her you’re now dodging the blade of your attackers which wasn’t new but it scared her shitless
“SHURI HELP PLEASE” you scream, you were currently fighting from the front and back you had it until the attacker from the back swiped their foot beneath yours & you fell backward with a loud thump
“SHU-“ you attempted to call her once more while covering your face with your forearm just giving in defeat until you heard silence then heavy breathing you uncovered your face and saw shuri blood dripping from her claws you immediately started looking for the 2 attackers. once your eyes looked down you were faced with your attackers … their faces were basically torn to shreds
“t-thank you” you said heart burning as shuri stood above you panting lighting, jaw clenched, claws sharp, and out the sight made your heart burn even more but now with lust
“y/n i’m so so so sorry, i never meant to drag you unto such danger it’s just i’m always gone and i love being around you and i thought being you with me would - “
shuri rambled on eyes wandering around the small cave until your lips were pressed against hers gently, shuri leaned into the kiss grabbing your waist while your arms were draped around her neck, shuri moaned into the kiss and you gently pull back
“shit shit shit i- sorry i just- fuck” you stumbled over your words while shuri stood there shifting back and forth on her feet and picking at her fingers something you noticed she did when she had something on her mind that was hard for her to get out
“y/n” shuri cut off your rambling “i love you and i know this was never supposed to happen and we were strictly to be just partners on missions but i can’t get you out of my mind …”
you stood there quietly rubbing your fingers together as you started shuri straight in the eyes
“i love you too shuri”
“OH THANK BAST I THOUGHT I FUCKED THIS WHOLE THING UP AND I WAS GOING TO HAVE TO RUN AND HIDE AND YOU WOULD -“
you cut shuri up once again by kissing her but this time is was more passionate and way more tongue. shuri hands start to palm your bottom and you stop her
“andikwazi kulinda ukukugezela” shuri says looking you dead in the eyes pupils blown, lips swollen & cult pulsing in between her folds
“what does that mean” you ask cocking your head to the side, you weren’t wakandian but in college, you were a little rough around the edges and fought like hell and videos soon surfaced which caught the panthers attention she was fascinated by not only your fighting but your beauty, the way you threw quick but lethal punches, the way your curls bounced when you dodged hit, the way your body looks the tight one price you always work when fighting and well … she kidnapped you and had you fight alongside her
“you’ll find out soon” shuri winks and grabs your waist leaning for another kiss
“we should probably head back” you say even though you wanted her to take you right then and there in that cage in front of the fuckers who she had just torn into shreds
“of course usana”
as soon as you reached her bedroom her suit deactivated leaving her in only her black sports back and black boy shorts that had a large wet spot
you on the other hand took off your mission attire leaving you in nothing but a skimpy thong (you hated wearing undergarments”
“wow” shuri whisper stalking toward you while you stood there shyly
“you are so beautiful usana” she placed her hands on your cheeks and kissed you
“shuri” you looked up at her grasping her shoulders
“please touch me”
with that shuri nods and picks you up and places you on the bed laying you down and straddling your waist
she beings sucking on your neck leaving marks and slowly goes lower and lower leaving a trail of love bites on your collar bone, stomach until she reaches your thong
she hooks her fingers into the small string and gently tugs them down and is now face to face with your gorgeous drenched pussy she moans at the sight of your puffy lips, clit slightly peeking from under your hood
“she’s so pretty and i know she tastes even better”
“shuri wait” you sit up on your elbows and bite your lower lip
“what you said earlier … what does it mean”
shuri slowly comes up to your face and slowly inches so close you thought she was going to kiss you instead she says something that rocked your whole world
“i can’t wait to fuck you, hard *kisses your lips* long *kisses your neck* and deep *shoves two fingers into your tight hole”
“oh my- fuckkkkk” you grip her wrist to slow down the outlandish pace she was fucking you at
“be my good girl and take it” she lowers back down and kisses your clit “you can take it right” and flattens her tongue to lick from your finger-stuffed hole to your clit
you immediately clench hard around her fingers and moan deliciously
“oh you like being called a good girl huh” shuri pace speeds up and she’s now sucking on your clit
“shu- i’m about to c-cum” you grip the sheets hard and moved your lower half away from her face the pleasure becoming too much
“stay fucking still, i thought you would be my good girl” shuri tugs you back down but before she does you catch a glimpse of her face, your wetness dripping down her chin some resting on her top lip and she quickly swipes her tongue to taste you come before going back to devouring you
“yes yes YES IM YOUR GOOD GIRL unhh unhh” and with 3 more pumps of her fingers and 2 tugs on your clit you’re creaming all over her fingers body shaking and mouth wide open
“yesssss usana that’s a good fucking girl creaming all over your queen's fingers”
your clit jumps at the praise and shirt notices and chuckles she then pops her fingers in her mouth sucking off all your cum “delicious” she mumbled as you inch to the top of the bed and curl into a ball anything to get away from her devilish tongue and fingers while shuri reachers up to place soft kisses on your cheek while rubbing your back
“i’ll be right back i want to try something else”
you simply nod and close your eyes preparing yourself for whatever she had up her sleeve
shuri quickly hops up and goes to her closet and grabs a purple and silver box, she opens it and inside is something she created a little after your second mission together, seeing you beat the shit out of a man that was almost 3ft taller than you riled shuri up and that night she made you this special strap, it was about 8 inches, black with hints of purple running through it which of course was vibranium that allows her to feel inside you as pleasure and the base had your initials etched into it
shuri walks over to the bed where you are now sitting up on your elbows legs spread, cum making your folds glisten, and eyeing shuri as she attaches the strap to her
“you’re so hot shuri” you say taking your bottom lip into your teeth
“yeah” shuri says as she slowly walks to you leaning down placing a soft peck on your lips
shuri then grabs your feet pulls you towards her and flips you over so you were now on your stomach, you instantly pull your ass while your back made a perfect arch your pussy blooming
“fuckkk y/n” shuri growls and rubs your ass before landing a harsh slap
“mmm” loving the stinging feeling that lingered
shuri aligns her tip at your entrance ready to breach and slowly slides in using your last orgasm as lube and instantly moans at how warm and wet your pussy feels and starts the thrust slowly wanting to feel you suck her in but also wanting you to feel all of her
“please please faster shuri fuck me like you hate me” you gasp out
hearing that shuri leans down and places a peck on your back and grabs your left boob while her other was tightly gripping your waist she started pumping faster inside you
“uhnnnnnn it feels so good” you sob throwing your head back and using your hand to grab over shuris
shuri then lifts your back up so that your back is pressed against her and at this new angle she’s perfectly abusing your g-spot
“yea intombi entle you’re taking it so well, this pussy is so fucking good you feel so fucking good” she says in your ear
suddenly your whole body is shaking, your moans become high pitched ,and before you know it your closing your eyes as your 2nd orgasm runs through your whole body, your body goes limp as you fall back into the bed but shuri is still pumping into your hands now on both of your round checks thrusting harder and faster chasing after her own orgasm
“this pussy is so creamy you’re about to make me cum y/n you’re about to make me come so fucking hard-“
“mmm fuckk” shuri thrust turns slow and sloppy as her orgasm hits her and she slowly pulls out of you and deactivates her strap
you shiver hearing her low moans and happy you got her to cum as well
“y/n are you okay” shuri flips you back around and cups your cheeks pulling your curly hair away from your eyes her eyes frantically searching your face she puts her hand on your chest to feel your breathing
“GRIO-“ shuri yells
“shuri baby” you chuckle “i’m okay i’ve never came that hard before i’m just trying to calm down”
“sorry after what happened today i’m just so scared of hurting you in any way, shape, or form”
hearing this warmed your heart as you gather some strength to sit up and slowly kiss her
shuri deepens the kiss and turns so now you on top of her and you straddle her waist and rub her sides
“can we do one more thing usana” shuri ask
“of course love”
“ride my face” shuri smirks looking up at you and you giggle and nod shuffling up until your pussy is hovering over her face you were a little nervous because you didn’t want to suffocate her with your beautiful thick brown thighs
shuri grabs you by your hips and shoves you down
“i said sit not hover” shuri mumbled before sticking her tongue out darting it in and out of your hole”
“FUCKKKKK” you yelp and lean over so now your hand were gripping the headboard “shuri shit you’re so good bast you’re so good”
shuri hums while flattening her tongue grabbing your bottom and you get the hint she wants you to grind on her tongue …. work for your next release
you grind on her tongue and you feel the heat growing hotter and hotter in the pit of your stomach
“i’m about to c-cum shuri” you moan tightening your grip on the headboard to the point you thought you would break it
“cum my usana cum all over my face” shuri begins sucking and tugging on your clit like she trying to milk the cum out of you
“ughhhhh shuriiii” you drag out her name as your body jerked uncontrollably as you came for the 3rd time
shuri licked up all your cum and use the tip of her tongue to trace something with your come onto your clit. you stay on her face and read the letters in your head “S H U R I”
“fuck” you gasp silently lifting off her face
shuri sits up and licks all the cum off her lips
“what” shuri looks at you and tilts her head
“you spelled your name on my clit … with my cum” you said hesitantly
“yeah we’re bonded now” she shrugged
“tasting like that & being such a good girl i couldn’t help myself” she pulls you in and places a kiss on your temple
you push her away blushing and excited you were now hers
“shuri please with that name i can’t cum again even if i wanted to” you giggle a little flustered
“i know i know let’s go get cleaned up okay” shuri picks you up, pecks your lips and walks you to the bathroom and places you on the counter and starts your bath
“hey shuri”
“yes”
“i know you could feel me with that strap” you giggle
“yea and i can’t wait to feel you again” she walks over and kisses your neck and you two bathe and talk about your guy's next plans for the future
THE END YAY.
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Can you pls do a Shuri x reader fic where they had just finished an insane mission and in the heat of battle had confessed their love for each other, and they get back home and dom/top!Shuri goes to town on sub/bottom!reader and uses the vibranium strap😮💨maybe a lil praise kink too👉🏻👈🏻
