description - the coffee shop by your house, everything is all the same, except for the new face with a smile so pretty it pierced your heart.
warning(s) - fluff, flirting(?), food mention
word count - 1.3k
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YOU STAND IN LINE, checking through your phone as the person behind you mutters under her breath, contemplating what to get. “Next in line!” Looking up, you walk over to the left, a smile on your face as you see a familiar worker. “Hey love, what can I get you today?” She asks happily, you clear your throat, telling her your usual order. She nods, getting ready for you to pay, only for the receipt printer to not have any paper.
“Shoot, give me a sec.” The worker tells you, and you nod as you watch her move over to one of her co-workers.
Looking around, the woman behind you now stands beside you, still struggling to figure out what she wants as one of the workers goes over the menu with her. Turning her head to you, you two make eye contact, and you immediately look back at the cashier, now waiting impatiently.
Clearing her throat, you glance back at her, gulping. Her eyes are still on you, licking her lips a little, your eyes move down to her fingers, some with rings on them.
“Here we go.” You blink a couple of times, looking back at the worker in front of you. Seeing her place the paper in the printer now, you two watch as your receipt comes out, once done, she hands it to you. “Thanks.” You whisper, she nods, and calls up the next person in line.
Standing to the side, you look around the shop, more chairs and rounded tables with people sitting. Some chatting, others studying or having their lunch break, it’s gotten busier over the years, considering people have posted the shop on social media for more traction. Yet, the many books, new and old donated to the shop and names on the black chalkboard, some that have been on it since the opening of the shop gave you that nostalgic feeling.
The coldness from outside comes in repeatedly through the constant walking in and out. The coat racks were covered while you kept yours on, knowing it would be useless to take it off.
The AC in the shop somewhat sucked, however, it was a good day, a perfect day even.
The toasty air made the coffee smell stronger with food cooking and baking in the back while it kept your face warm and your nose from running. Glancing at your phone, you begin to check through your socials, only to be stopped shortly.
Peering up to see her, a smirk on her face now as her dark brown eyes admire you. “Hey, sorry.” She begins, you nod, unsure what to say. Closing your phone, you place it in your pocket. “Sorry?” You mutter, crossing your arms, looking over to make sure your name did not get called.
The woman nods, itching her forehead, and she smiles. “For the staring, that’s what I mean.” She chuckles, noticing your blank expression.
You laugh afterward and nod, “Oh, that? You’re good.” You shrug, your eyes avert to her clothes, then to her shoes. “Do you come here often?” She asks, her accent slipping out more. You nod, now looking at her, she stands to the right side of you.
“Yeah, what about you? New here, I’m guessing.” You ask, checking the number on your receipt. She laughs awkwardly, her right hand moves to the back of her neck as she rubs it. “That obvious?” You nod and laugh with her. “Oh, I thought I was doing good.” She laughs a bit harder, her accent more prominent.
She clears her throat, “I’m Shuri,” stretching her hand out, you glance at it then take it, telling her your name.
She smiles, your heart beats a little faster. Letting your hand go from hers, you sigh, rubbing your left hand against your coat, feeling it become sweaty.
“So, what did you get anyway?” You ask, Shuri looks at the menu on the screen, pointing at number five, the same thing you get. One soufflé pancake and two sides of your choice with a drink.
You giggle and look at her, “That’s my usual.” You say, Shuri raises a brow and looks at you. “With that, I’m beginning to believe the hype.” You two laugh and seconds after your numbers get called. Walking over to the counters, you two grab your bags and drinks, thanking the workers before walking away.
You move closer to Shuri, lightly nudging her elbow with yours. “I was wondering if you would like to sit with me? If that’s okay with you?” You let out the nervousness growing in you.
Pretending to think, she nods, “Yeah, where?” You point to the middle of the room, three empty white chairs, and a round table painted in sage green pressed against the wall with a large window with the business name painted over it in light pink. “Right there.” You glance at her, and she nods and follows you.
You two sit down, a sigh coming out from your mouth and hers. Opening your bag, you pull out a plastic tray with a plastic lid covering it with your food in it. You two open the food, and you begin eating slowly, paying attention to Shuri.
Cutting into her pancake, she inspects it before eating. Humming and closes her eyes while the warm and fluffy texture melts on her tongue.
You give her a closed-lip smile as she opens her eyes and nods. You giggle, then cut into your pancake. “Worth the hype?” You let out excitedly. “Worth the hype.” She confirms.
You two stay quiet for a while, enjoying the food and drinks. The music that played lightly in the background kept the awkwardness between you gone, and you leaned into your chair just like Shuri, feeling more comfortable around her slowly.
“I think I might have to be around you more.” She laughs, her eyes widen, realizing she said that out loud.
You tilt your head, taking a sip of your drink. “I would be down for that, there are other places around the area I would show you…if you’re interested.” You shrug, Shuri gulps, her eyes move down to your lips, watching you lick them, then to your hands. Closing hers as she faintly thinks of how yours felt against hers.
“Yeah, how about tomorrow?” She questions, biting into her pancake. You think for a second then nod, “tomorrow’s good.” You murmur, trying your best to hold in your smile.
“Can I get your number?” You question moments later. Shuri stops eating, glancing up at you before picking her phone up and unlocking it. Handing it to you, you place your number in her contacts, “just so I can tell you where we’re going.” You mutter, you both look at each other, knowing there’s more to that than you state.
Once you are done, she looks over at the number, trying to remember it a little before you pass your phone to her to do the same thing.
“Thanks.” You whisper as you get your phone back, staring at her number and contact name. “I’m excited for what you have planned.” She smirks, you look up and hum, “trust, where we're going, you will.” You reply.
Shuri hums and nods, you two go back to eating, you laugh at her quick jokes, the sounds of the door opening and closing repeatedly go quiet for you and the conversations around you two.
You rest your chin on your knuckle, your other fingers tap on the table as you listen to her talk about different things she’s experienced over the years. Slightly daydreaming about what it would be like to experience something like that with her.
Slowly, your knee and hers pressed against each other. None of you apologize for the action, while you two eat and talk the hour away.
Warnings: SMUT, SMUT, SMUTTTTT, anal sex, cunnilingus, f!ngering, Dom!Shuri, Vibranium strap is backkkk, slight CNC undertones, language, mentions of needles in descriptive detail, Shuri coaxing the reader into using IV's for sex, idk it's my dirtiest work yet.
A/n: It's good to be back ;) Requests are open.
Rain poured from the sky as you tossed in bed, reminiscing on the escapades of the night. Shuri lay beside you, arm draped over your waist lazily, a sharp contrast to the fervor that overtook her just hours before. Memories flooded your brain as your body ached, you didn’t know how much longer you could keep doing this. The idea of having to put out as much as you had been for her created a sensation of dread and timid excitement.
The night before had been one of the most intense since she designed her new strap. Before, the straps she used vibrated, pulsed, and twisted though despite this, they had limits. They couldn’t expel actual fluid, there was no risk…
Until…
Four days inside the lab, studying you, sampling from your body and hers, shuri created the newest variation. It expelled sperm-like fluid inside of you, by taking Shuri’s own arousal and mixing it with other chemicals that created a dangerously delicious cocktail of risk and reward.
The substance itself was identical to sperm itself, though you couldn’t get pregnant from it.
The night began like any other, you came in from a mission, sweaty, ruined, and exhausted. Shuri went straight to her lab as you made a bowl of yogurt and honey. You ate it over the sink, trying to forget the kick you did wrong and the ignored message on the comms.
“It’s ready.” Shuri said, emerging from the lab to find you hunched over.
Those words alone sent chills down your spine. Every time shuri perfected a new design, you had to try it out immediately.
Oh?” You said, setting the bowl in the sink.
“Finally, I get to cum inside my beautiful wife” she said, matter-of-factly
“Is this going to be like last time?” You questioned
Last time referred to a time when Shuri gave you an IV drip because she wanted you perfectly hydrated so that you could produce the best orgasms for her
“It’ll be more than last time because we’re going until it runs out. And it doesn’t run out for at least, eight hours” she replied, adjusting the strap beneath her pants.
“So two bags?” You said
Shuri let out a smirk, before turning on her heel.
“I’ll have my assistants prep you” she said before leaving.
You hated the idea of needing an IV to perform. It started one night, where Shuri was more intense than usual and you took longer to recover.
“It’ll make your orgasms feel better.” Shuri offered. You knew she would never give you something that would hurt you intentionally.
“Okay” you agreed. You never could say no to Shuri.
The first time you took the IV, you felt strange. You were wetter, creamier, and much, MUCH more energetic. It helped you perform in the multi-hour-long sessions Shuri was known for. She adored seeing you so wrecked for her, and she adored seeing you agree to anything for her even more.
Though the process of getting an IV was one you were never fond of. A prick of a needle and the warmth of the foreign saline was something that took adjusting, and even then, it still wasn’t welcomed with open arms.
Shuri delighted in seeing you follow her advice. She loves knowing that she contributes to your performance, output, and stamina in more ways than one. She would never admit it, but she loves watching you prepare for the sessions, from the way your face contorts when the needle pierces your arm, to the way the bags empty within the hour, she loves it all.
The familiar sensation of a strong pinch overtook your body as you were given the intravenous fluid. A soft gasp escaped from your lips while Shuri stood brooding in the background, eyes dark with desire and something much more primal.
After you were done, Shuri was careful to take you by the hand and lead you into your shared quarters. Her hands found the hem of your favorite shirt as her lips found yours.
“You won’t be needing this,” Shuri mumbled against your lips before a ripping sound perforated your ears. Your eyes flew down only to find the remnants of a top once adored, on the floor.
You gasped in retaliation before Shuri’s hand landed a harsh smack against your ass.
“I’ll buy you one-thousand more if you prefer, Usana”. she mumbled.
You knew she would. It was just the principle of the action that took you off guard.
Her lips trailed down your collarbone, leaving a trail of hickeys and bruises in their wake. Moans escaping as she continued her ravenous path to your sex.
Her hands tore your rose-adorned panties like tissue paper, leaving you breathless and exposed.
Her lips found your dripping holes, her tongue sliding between your folds in a cruel act of domination.
“So wet already. The fluids must have took” she deduced.
Her lips formed a tight seal around your clit while her tongue danced patterns on your labia. Stars permiating your vision as your head drew back.
“Sh-Shuri…” you trailed, too breathless to understand the words coming from your mouth.
Her suction became stronger as your legs gave out from under you:
“cum for me, sthandwa” she mumbled
You did as you were told. A wave of intense pleasure washed over you as Shuri held you up.
Shuri got up, leaving you stumbling and dazed, before walking over to the bed. She pulled her pants down to reveal her latest lab project…
Nine inches of night-black, vibranium flesh filled your gaze as she stroked it like her own limb. Inside, a small vial of your shared DNA that resembled her semen became evident.
Her gaze met yours, hers hungry and primal, and yours submissive and starved.
Shuri raised two of her long fingers in a “come here” motion and you followed. You always follow her.
“You know what to do” she teased, gripping your head like second nature.
“Yes, my Queen” you obliged, opening your jaw and preparing to take her.
Shuri programmed the straps to give her the feeling she would have if she were actually receiving the stimulation. It was implemented after she decided she wanted to derive pleasure physically from what she did to you.
Your lips parted in an “o” shape to take her glistening tip, licking it and toying with it in a desperate attempt at some level of control. Shuri, though at first pleased, gripped your hair with a strong tug that made you decend faster than you could take. Ropes of spit coated her shaft as you continuously moved back and forth, lewd sounds filling the room as Shuri’s head fully tilted back. Her breath became ragged as you picked up the pace, bobbing up and down until your throat and eyes burned. Her hand moved to your throat to feel herself through you and feel your vocal chords making such dirty noises. Her own voice betrayed her as a string of profanities erupted.
You continued bobbing up and down, desperatley trying to clean the spit before Shuri’s hips started snapping into your neck.
“take it like the good little slut you are” she breathed
You could only moan as her hips continued their vicious attack on your throat, leaving it raw as her hips finally began to stutter.
“oh- fuuuccckkk” she breathed, a smooth liquid filling your throat as tears streaked their way down your face.
“mmmmfmm” you managed, still garbled by the massive cock in your throat.
“shit” she breathed, looking at you through lidded eyes as she pulled you off of her. Ropes of semen and spit connecting you two before being harshly broken.
“Look at you, so perfect and wrecked” she breathed, admiring her work like a sculptor admires a sculpture.
She picked you up and tossed you on the bed on your stomach. Your bare ass exposed for her as she began to palm it. Her mouth watered at the sight of your dripping holes, knowing only she could do this to you.
“mmmmm” she muttered before gliding her tongue over your puckered asshole. The sensitive skin recoiling at the sudden contact. Her hands found your creamy pussy, soaked from her previous assault.
“Oh no” you breathed, trying to push away feebly from overstimulation.
Shuri caught your hand and said:
“you stop when I tell you to stop”
Her tongue sunk further into your asshole as her fingers found your soaked hole. Your vision blurred as she inserted her tongue and two of her fingers into both of the most sensitive places on your body.
Shuri moaned as her tongue bobbed in and out of your sensitive holes, waves echoing across your body repeatedly after each anal orgasm. Her fingers were just as frenetic, keeping your body on a constant cycle of orgasms. You had almost adjusted before she curved her fingers into your sensitive spot, leaving you breathless as cream began to pour from your holes into her mouth and fingers.
“so good” she muttered, lost in your very essence.
After a while of her vicious attacks, she flipped you onto your back before palming her cock. Eyes a dark, primal shade of brown, they only took on when killing an enemy or breeding her wife(you).
She grabbed your throat before thrusting inside of you, burying herself at the hilt.
“Umanzi kakhulu kum” she groaned. Her hand squeezing the sensitive bud of your right nipple as her teeth found your left.
“very wet for me”
You let out a loud moan as every part of your body lay assaulted. Her enormous size stretching you like never before gave you the confidence to scream louder.
Shuri pulled out of you before slamming right back in, your vision blurring and your eyes watering. She continued her deranged thrusts as your moans and groans synced, creating a melody of pleasure and sexual deviency.
“yonke eyam” she breathed as her thrusts became more ragged. Her hand finding your neck and her other squeezing your thigh.
“all mine”
Pools of cream flowed from you both, waves of pleasure striking you both in tandem. It wasn’t long before you both reached your climax, floods of liquid erupting from yu both.
“Shuri,” you breathed, already wanting to tap out.
“C’mon Usana, just one more time” she breathed. Hips snapping against your deliciously exhausted sex.
Moans escaped your lips as she coaxed another orgasm out of you. Shuri never backed down when she was like this.
“So good for me” she sighed biting her lip
Another wave of pleasure washed over you as shuri pushed herself to her hilt inside of you. Fresh Ropes of creamy white cum erupt, covering the ones she left two positions ago. Her hands instinctively grabbed your thigh and your throat as a deep, guttural groan echoed from her mouth.
“Fuck” she groaned afterwards, watching the mess she made like Jackson Pollock watched his art being displayed.
Your body lay bare, defiled, and coated with the essence of your love. Bruises and sperm littered every square inch of your body.
Shuri got up and went to the bathroom, slipping on a fresh T-shirt and black basketball shorts before walking back over to you with a warm cloth. You instinctively recoiled, mentally preparing for her to take you again.
“Just a warm cloth. Come here,” she said, pulling apart your thighs with two of her long fingers.
She slid the cloth up your messy slit. Her hand instinctively rubbing the areas that she bruised mercilessly.
“You did good. The strap works well” she said like she was talking about the weather
You nodded, still exhausted in every sense of the word.
“You’re quiet. Did I fuck your brain, too?” she teased with a smirk
“Mmmm you always do” you said sleepily
Shuri let out a small chuckle as she grabbed you bridal style and carried you to another room, laying you down and sliding next to you, her hand layed lazily around your waist.
Warnings: story takes place in atlanta so dim the screen, ex! Shuri, she pops up on you😭, fucking in her car, she eats you out as an apology, the grills stay on…
Genre: smut
A/n: so angst is kinda tea like waittttt!! Don’t worry imma go back to the vi stories but big mama needs this😛 also happy new year
Language context:
intliziyo yam- my heart
sthandwa- my love/beloved
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Tonight was the first night you got back to you! No more worrying about shuri, what is she doing or feeling? Does she care that what she says hurts your feelings? No! At least she acts like it…
Regardless, you called up your girls, found the shortest dress possible, got a section, and dance under dim lights to a loud bass! You feel it in your throat, which is better than feeling your heart stuck in it whenever you tried to talk to your ex girlfriend. You know she’s hurting, but that doesn’t mean she gets to hurt you.
The song TBH blocks out any overthinking, letting the lyrics think for you.
That was until you heard that voice. The voice that could move your soul but break your heart.
“This still your song intliziyo yam?”
You should’ve acted like you didn’t hear her. After all you’re not the one with super hearing.
“Don’t call me that” you say as you suck your teeth.
Slowly she stalked towards you. Hand stuffed into her pockets. Her shades are on but you know the pleading gaze behind them.
“Come with me.” A whisper that allowed you to see her grills shine under the club lights. Her scent lingering as she leans in.
“Why should I?” You take a step forward, crossing your arms. A smile was trying not to break onto shuri’s face.
“Are we going to play this game here?” She asked with a head tilt and jaw clenched, hand leaving her pocket to rub your pointer finger. “You look good.” She says curtly before you could even respond to her question.
“I always look good.”
“Take a compliment.”
“Take a hint.”
“Watch your mouth” she says, eyebrows furrowing. Her patience starting to thin.
“Get the fuck out my face” you snatch your finger away. Defensively she takes a step back and puts her hands up. “I just want to talk yeah? Can we do that please. Outside.”
Against better judgement and your homegirls pleas, you go outside with her and sit in shuri’s car.
The two of you adjust in the back as the driver rolls up the partition. She takes her shades off and clears her throat.
“I’m sorry sthandwa. I’ve been rash and harsh. I miss us, I miss who I use to be. I know I’m wrong but if I could take it back, I would.” Her hands reaching out to interlock with yours.
To be honest, you’ve forgiven her months ago but you’re tired of being in this place. She’s wrong, won’t admit it, gets mean, you travel to clear your head, apologizes blah blah blah.
Another part of you understands that’s her nature, your nature even. That y’all push each other for better or worse.
You remove your hands, “I’m tired-”
“Please sthandwa, don’t give up on me.” She gets on her knees and places her hands on your thighs. “I love you more than any code in my computer or any inch of my pride.”
Her eyes settling onto you, deep brown eyes that were pleading to be met with warmth. “Let me make it up to you?” Her breath lingering on your exposed skin. Making you feel your heartbeat in your clit.
Without another word, you slowly spread your legs.
Shuri kisses your inner thighs as her hands work on bunching up your dress. Your exposed ass meeting the coldness of the leather.
“Is this supposed to be a thong?” Her eyebrow arch’s and fingers ghost over the cloth.
“It’s my revenge thong!”
She snickers hearing the comment as she presses a soft kiss to your covered cunt. Slowly she pulls back to get that “thong” off you. Letting it hang daintily on your right ankle.
Her stare is quiet and intense as she latches her lips to your clit. You bit your plush lip, as you hear her sucking and slurping on your pussy. Wanting her closer you lift your right leg and put it on her shoulder, pulling her in. A moan was brought out of her, the vibration making you wetter.
Two of her fingers met your folds as she slowly rubs up and down before plunging her fingers inside you. Your breath hicks as you pulsate around her fingers. Shuri keeps a teasing pace. Dragging her fingers in and out. When she’s knuckles deep, she’ll curl her fingers.
The coldness of her grills make your clit twitch as they contrast the heat of her tongue. You throw your head back in pleasure and arch your back.
“Fuck me please” you whimper
Without a second spared, her fingers speed up, chasing your climax. You claw against the seat feeling that familiar build up in your tummy.
Her tongue swirls around your clit, bobbing her head back and forth as she sucks it. Adding another finger to aid in your orgasm.
It crashed against you making your thighs contract and your chest warm. The little bit of liquor in your system definitely helps.
She retracts from you rising from her knees to lean over to kiss you. The taste of yourself making you moan. You suck on her tongue to get more.
Her hands grope your breast and pull the straps of your dress down. Her kisses leave a trail of hickeys and your juices down your neck. She moves you to lay down as she sucks on your left nipple, fingers squeezing the other.
Her sharp teeth sink into the soft flesh, her grip growing as you see her breathing getting more ragged.
Suddenly she pulls back, “I lost myself. My apologies.”
“What? No! Come back.” You plead as you rub her face. Being the perfect image of yearning. Fat breast out and bruised, a pouty lip and an exposed weeping cunt.
“I’m taking you home where we can talk. This was supposed to be a conversation.” She states before dressing you in silence.
When you sit up you sigh, knowing she’s right. But that’s not gonna stop you from getting what you want!
“Fuck me after we talk?”
“Deal.”
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A/n: HEHEHEHE I NEED HER SAURRRR BAD🧘🏿♀️ anyways I hope y’all enjoyed mwah xoxo
Summary: A quiet kind of hunger hangs in the air unspoken, irresistible, and powerful enough to pull Shuri back home before the day ever truly begins.
Warnings: sexting, scent kink??, (nothing major just enjoy the ride 😅)
I said I wouldn’t upload anything else but I found this cleaning out my notes so hey yolo.
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The day was like any other really, except you would prove to be a bit needy..
Shuri left your shared bed before the sun rose to begin her work in the lab. During her morning routine you always transition into some form of consciousness. You don’t move or get up you’re not even entirely sure if you’re awake but you get to hear her swiftly moving around your shared space readying herself for the day.
As everyday since you’ve lived together, she leaves a kiss on your check as her non verbal farewell to you. However today you vaguely remember her pausing after kissing you only to come back into your personal space to take a deep inhale..
Of what? You had no idea, you were barely awake registering it but as you stood awake now in the bathroom fresh out of your morning shower your mind forced you to relive a memory you barely remembered holding..
Still you brushed it off as nothing. You continued your morning as usual casually exchanging text messages with Shuri. Today you were feeling a bit more needy. No rhyme or reason maybe you were ovulating, but truly some days you craved seeing your lover before you had to part ways.
You sent little hints of wanting in your texts like..
Wife👩🏾❤️💋👩🏾: “the room smells like your new perfume my love I don’t think I’ll get anything done around here with that distraction ”
I-Panther Yam: “you suck at flirting yk that ?😭”
Wife👩🏾❤️💋👩🏾: “yk what I don’t suck at?”
I-Panther Yam: “what’s that nkosazana?”
You could practically feel her smirk through the pet name she only used when talking down to you.
Wife👩🏾❤️💋👩🏾: “ getting my way 💋. “
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I-Panther Yam: …
I-Panther Yam:
Truth be told when you sent the photo of yourself sitting on the edge of your bed in front of the strategically placed mirror, legs bent at the knee touching your chest, completely bare after a solo session between you and the special set of kimoyo beads Shuri made for you when she’d be away on missions.
You should have prepared for her imminent arrival.
It’s been a while since she’s been away long enough for you to use them but the last time you did you had a little photo shoot afterwards to keep your Shuri Baiting inventory fresh .
Smirking to yourself you knew you got exactly what you wanted when she failed to respond to the photo after seeing her begin a thread and delete it all together.
If it’s one thing Shuri loves to see, that gets her ready to pounce on you at any moment it’s a view of your pretty pussy on display already sloppy and wet , just ready for her to come and do the final damage.
Before you could leave your place in the kitchen you round the corner to almost crash into Shuri who you hadn’t heard come in(damn that herb) .
A quick squeal falls from your lips as the startle passes through you.
“Fuck Shuri! You scared the hell outta me.”
As your heart rate returned to normal Shuri shot it back through the roof like a boomerang with the aura she carried. Throughout all your outbursts she remained still. Firm even. When you finally really locked eyes officially you couldn’t stop the shiver that traveled through your spine and the twitch of your clit under your lounge dress.
Oh she was gonna fuck you good.
As she finally parted her lips to grace you with her intoxicating voice you felt every degree you held and shred of self respect slip away with the waves her voice carried. (I’m either ovulating or easy either way I’m going)
“Pity. I thought I’d be presented with the image you defiled my phone with live in the flesh.. but here you are fully clothed, head empty, and pussy dripping.”
She took a step closer to you still not touching you. But the arch of your neck to maintain eye contact emphasized your height difference.
“You know you spoke of my perfume being a distraction in the house but I could fucking smell you the moment I opened our front door?” She growled leaning closer stealing what little air you had.
She looked down at you with an intense lust you’ve seen before but definitely didn’t mean to provoke.
She continued speaking to herself really as you couldn’t form a coherent sentence even if you tried .
Shuri had that effect without having to do much of anything.
“This morning when I left you I had half a mind say fuck my project and eat you out of your sleep usana. You tempt me even in your sleep.” She whispers the last sentence intentionally to herself.
You gasped at the tease of what would’ve been a great morning had the other half of her mind just said fuck the project too.
“Your scent is already a drug to me and you smell so much stronger today like your drowning me in you and I’m not complaining but- fuck sithandwa sam I’ve needed to taste-no, devour you since the moment I left our bed this morning.”
She continued not letting you breath as filthy thought after thought escaped her mind as if in this moment you only served to be a journal to hear the dirty secrets of her mind and not experience them.. though you knew better than that.
The more turned on Shuri is the more she speaks and right now you were an audience of one to her TeD Talk about how bad she needed your pussy.
“Are you ovulating?” She suddenly asks.
The sudden change of topic and finally being granted the space to speak brought you back from your thoughts.
“Huh? I- I don’t know..maybe.? I feel like I should be asking you-”
“ you must be” she challenged “your scent is so strong and you were too impatient to even flirt with me you did what sluts do , sent me everything you had to offer on a silver platter”
She rendered you silent again. Unsure of where she was going with this. Honestly you were just ready for her to bend you over the nearest surface. If she spoke any longer you might cum untouched or resort to begging on all fours.
“Let’s be glad I can’t get you pregnant either way. Now are you gonna strip down so I can have my pretty pussy leaking in my mouth and not on our hallway floor nkosazana?”
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A/N: this was completely feral and disorganized because it was written in heat lol but I hope it helps with the Shuri drought . Back to being a ghost ✌🏾.
— Shuri, Kate Bishop, Maria Hill, Valcarol, Wandnat, Starrlight x Fem!Reader
❥ ⎯⎯⎯⎯ㅤ𐙚ㅤׄ You meet your friend Kate's colleagues. One thing leads to another, until you realize they're interested in you. 🌟ֵᩧ ꒱꒱ ♡
ᰍᰨ ׅ ⸼ genre ꢁ light romance, light smut
ᰍᰨ ׅ ⸼ cw ꢁ g!p Kate, Shuri and Carol. Slightly dirty talk, fingering, masturbation, exhibitionism (?), clitoral stimulation (??), implicit penetration (p in v), light voyeur. Idk if there are more. 😭
ᰍᰨ ׅ ⸼ wc ꢁ idk
୭ৎ ׁ ₊ — N/A ⦂ This is just a "trailer" for a future fanfic of mine. My first language is NOT English.
You were so nervous.
It had been a few months since you’d become friends with Kate Bishop, the new Hawkeye. Even though she had a superhero side, she used to hang out with you. You were an interesting person, which definitely drew her to you.
And now here you are.
You and Kate were at a coffee shop; she was about to tell you something when she got a call. Immediately, she had to take you with her to the Avengers Complex—or something like that.
The place was obviously huge; you’d never been to a place this important that wasn’t a museum. Kate left you in the room for a moment, having to go talk to her partner, Yelena Belova.
You sat uncomfortably on the couch, staring at the fancy room, not knowing what to do. Even your phone was at home, so you had no entertainment whatsoever.
“Are you lost?” You nearly jumped off the couch when you heard a puzzled voice ask, stepping out of the elevator with two other people.
“I—”
“Oh, it's Bishop’s friend!” the woman you recognized as Wanda Maximoff said, smiling sweetly.
Kate was friends with some of the Avengers, including the women. She probably mentioned you to Yelena and Wanda, or even to Ava, whom she was getting close to.
“Uh, yeah,” you confirmed, feeling intimidated in the presence of the sorceress and the other two—Maria Hill and Natasha Romanoff.
Wow, they’re even hotter in person.
“Well, nice to meet you?” you tried, your voice coming out a little… stilted. You weren’t used to standing in front of three hot women who could easily knock you to the ground.
Natasha gave a small, wry smile, crossing her arms.
“Relax. We don’t bite.” She tilted her head, raising an amused eyebrow. “Unless you ask us to.”
“Natasha.” Maria Hill shot her a dry look, though she was clearly used to it. Ever since Kate has been talking about you, the women have been making comments like that. Among themselves.
“What? I’m just being friendly.”
Wanda chuckled softly, moving a little closer to you, always seeming lighter, more confident. More docile.
“Don’t mind her,” she said gently, changing the subject immediately. “Kate has talked about you a lot.”
That was it. Your brain shut down.
“Talked…?”
“Good things.” Wanda smiled, but there was a curious gleam in her eyes. “Enough to get us interested.”
Interested.
Ah. Great. Perfect. You were definitely going to die right there.
“I… hope I don’t disappoint you, then.” you don’t even know how you managed to get those words out so quickly.
“I highly doubt it.” Natasha replied too quickly.
Maria Hill sighed, before a divine intervention interrupted the conversation. Carol and Valkyrie in the garden, arriving via the Bifrost. At that very moment, Kate emerged from another door, accompanied by Yelena, Shuri, and Ava Starr, looking surprised when she saw the three women standing before you.
“Oh, I see you’ve already met.” She murmured, walking toward you.
“Certainly,” Maria Hill replied dryly.
They had planned something.
Carol and Valkyrie entered through a door connected to the garden, the blonde looking as stressed as ever while Valkyrie seemed more at ease, especially when she saw you.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered, looking you up and down. You felt your face heat up as Maria Hill shot a glance at Valkyrie to keep her from freaking out. “Is that the hottie from the coffee shop???”
“Brun!” Carol whispered from behind her, giving the brunette a slap on the butt, which only made her laugh.
You blinked, having no idea what to do. Kate sighed, guiding you to get up from the couch, while you looked at her confused.
“What do her mean, ‘the hottie from the coffee shop’? ” you whisper to Kate, furrowing your brow. She grunted.
“You didn’t tell her?” Ava’s voice cut off the sarcastic comment Kate was about to make.
“Sorry.”
“Kate Bishop, now you’re going to have to do it in front of us! Happy?” Yelena sneered, crossing her arms.
Wanda and Nat exchanged glances, noticing how flustered and flushed you looked—the way that always turned them on.
“Girlrs, give it time,” Wanda murmured. She stood beside you, pulling you toward the kitchen. “Come on, let’s have lunch while we get to know Kate’s friend better!”
Well, that’s how it was supposed to go. Everyone sat down at the table; you were between Wanda and Kate, and after a few minutes you started to feel more at ease. Wanda prepared lunch, though Shuri ordered dessert. You ate and got to know each other.
Kate really talked a lot about you to her colleagues.
She even showed them some photos of you.
And when you got up from the table, using the excuse that you needed to go home, Kate stood up almost immediately, grabbing your waist and then apologizing for it.
“I like you,” she murmured, looking at you, blushing and frozen, just like you.
The feelings were mutual, but the way it happened right in front of the other women left you pensive.
When you didn’t say anything and Kate was about to let go of you, Wanda used her magic to push you toward Kate, your lips colliding.
Fortunately, she had good balance.
The kiss was awkward; you were both embarrassed, especially by the other women’s staring eyes. But when you pulled apart, Kate murmured.
“They like you, too.”
Good.
The dessert had been great, in the women’s opinion, but you seemed even more delicious. Tasty.
You don’t know how you got to the bedroom so fast—probably one of the women carried you, or it was magic. But that doesn’t matter, not when your mouth is being claimed every few minutes by a different woman. First Kate, then Wanda, Nat, Shuri, and even Ava. Maria Hill didn’t get too close, and the others were taking care of your clothes.
“Who do you want first, babe?” Kate asked sweetly, kissing your bare shoulder as all your clothes had been tossed somewhere in the bedroom.
Honestly, you had no idea.
“Whatever.”
Then, you writhed on the bed as you felt two fingers penetrating you, while a mouth sucked your clit, letting out a low moan.
“Damn, she’s so hot.” You could make out the voice—probably Valkyrie.
“Didn’t I tell you?” Kate said, her hands now sliding down to your breasts, caressing your sensitive skin, watching the way you moaned when she squeezed your nipples.
“She’s really tight,” Natasha murmured, with two fingers inside you. She glanced at Kate. “Do you think you’ll be able to get inside her?”
The woman snorted at the question laced with indirect sarcasm.
“I sensed a hint of defiance,” Carol murmured, her hands buried in her pants, stroking her hard cock at the sight.
You writhed in bed just feeling Kate squeeze your breasts before letting go, walking over to where Natasha was straddling you.
You could barely look at them when Shuri lifted her face, giving you a peck on the lips. You saw the bulge in her pants, your pussy contracting around Natasha’s fingers.
How many of them had cocks?
“Look at her, all turned on,” Ava murmured, biting her lips. She looked at Shuri. “Let her ease your pain.”
Maria stared intently, judgmental but entertained. No one there was really letting anything go; they were just sharing a person. A special person.
You had no idea they didn’t need to get to know you—they practically already knew everything about you. They were obsessed with you.
Shuri slid the zipper down and pulled down her boxers, her cock springing out in front of you. You stared, impressed and surprised.
“You can touch it if you want.” Shuri smiled, caressing your face with one hand while the other wrapped around the base of her cock.
The scene turned Carol on, and she quickly pulled Valkyrie away from your aching clitoris, causing her to snort in indignation.
“Captain!”
“I need some relief, my King.”
Valkyrie smiled sidelong, kissing the blonde’s lips as they both undressed in front of you. You were certain now that you were in paradise.
Your mouth opened, and instinctively, you leaned in to suck the head of Shuri’s cock, moaning softly at the taste, swearing to the other woman. One of your hands caressed the base, while the other gripped the sheets.
When you reached climax, Natasha withdrew her fingers, allowing Kate to have her moment. She was surprised Yelena wasn’t in the bedroom anymore—the very blonde who had always wanted to see something like this.
Kate tilted your hips upward as her knelt on the bed. She pulled down her pants, her cock springing out. You looked at her, though it was impossible to tell if you were surprised or in awe.
“Let the show begin,” Wanda said excitedly, her fingers now caressing your breasts while Natasha kissed her neck.
Ava joined Maria, leaning against the door, watching the scene. The moment Kate entered you, Valkyrie moaned as Carol also penetrated her, holding one of her thighs, kissing the brunette’s neck.
This was too good to be true.
Especially when you heard your alarm clock go off.
