Better than the high/Such a Good Girl; Shuri U.
IN WHICH: Shuri's relaxation from smoking wasn't quite enough, but luckily she had a better plug that always guaranteed her an amazing high. CECE'S NOTES: use of cannabis, established relationship, cunnilingus (r. receiving), masturbation, dom!reader, probably curvy/thick reader too, stoner!shuri (obv), sub!shuri, loser!shuri, a sprinkle of praise, mock sympathy. WC: 2.3k GLOSSARY: Ingelosi Yam: My angel , Sthandwa: Love CECE'S FINAL TOUCHES: guys i lowkey got lost in the sauce LMAOOO i feel a little nasty. Also this is not rlly proofread so bare with me pls. shuri is soooooo needy and y'all know how i feel abt loser lesbians 😫😫.... bring me there. I miss shuri so much its not even funny like damn emp next. anyway, let me shut up .... enjoy lovies !!!! 💋💋 TAGS: @onyxstones-world @lyfeofbilly @mariquitaaa @miles-has-insomnia IN YOUR HEADPHONES: hot tubs , good girl
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"Please, baby," Shuri whined breathlessly, her knees digging into the concrete flooring of your shared lofts balcony. She looked up at you, her bloodshot eyes glistening in the moonlight as she batted her curly full lashes at you.
You remained silent, watching your girlfriend plead her pathetic case to you, yearning for a simple nod or yes to let her go through with what she needed. Her lips were soaked with spit, fighting the drool that threatened to spill from her mouth.
"Pleasepleaseplease," She blurted out quickly, her brain showing her the result of her begging as she inched closer to the urge she couldn't fight. She wanted to make you feel good, of course, but the idea of simply a taste had her body urging for more, urging her to make this dream her reality.
"I-I promise I'll-"
Her head dived in closer, her nose coming in contact with between your knees to pry your legs apart. You continued to give her no green light, watching her for one moment with low eyes, your skin shining due to the city lights—then snapping your head away to look out into the city at the next.
It all started when Shuri was having her daily roll-up sesh, as she did every night. It was also never out of her routine to beg you to sit with her while she smoked.
Although you never indulged in smoking, your presence meant the world to her so you'd sit on the couch at your balcony, feet tucked underneath your thighs as you looked out into the Wakandan skyline. You'd always look at Shuri's city in awe, watching the light from the other apartment buildings and skyscrapers spread out into the night sky.
She'd be at the opposite edge of the couch most times, sitting back and indulging in the final part of her night routine; smoking to calm her nerves and regulate herself in silence after hours of barking commands at people from her job.
The quiet always wrapped the both of you in a comfortable embrace, always welcoming you with open arms in a way that you simply couldn't decline. When smoking didn't seem to grant her stability and peace that she craved, there was always another idea in mind.
Devouring you whole. "Are you ever truly satisfied?" You always found it funny how she was in charge of everything else in her life: her job, the throne, her very own lab. But here—now, she was almost helpless underneath you, her body thrumming against yours as she pleaded for mercy.
"I just-" She mumbled lowly, her cheeks getting hot as her nerves consumed her in the same way she wanted you. Her deep desire always took her by a storm, heat coursing through her veins, spreading throughout her body as her heart pumped out of her chest. "You know..." You almost want to scoff, but instead you laugh, condescendingly enough to make her even more aroused then she already was. "Aww, she's embarrassed." You pouted mockingly, the warmth growing from in between your legs as you put a spotlight on her with your words. "You're really sitting here, begging for my pussy?" Your eyes gaze up into the night sky for a moment, hearing a soft whimper leave your girlfriends lips. The sound alone creates vibrations throughout your body all while your eyes sting into her own dark eyes, watching them fill and threaten to spill over. "Smoking wasn't enough for you, baby?" you ask, and Shuri pipes up eagerly at your passive-aggressive tone, shaking her head eagerly as she continues to look into your eyes. "Hm?" you frown, tilting your head as you pry for a verbal response.
Shuri leans up a little bit, resting her cheek on your plush, full thighs and lets out a deep sigh. Her arms came around to wrap around you, her precise fingers rubbing your calves up and down.
You furrow your brows, feeling yourself throb underneath your tiny sleep shorts as you continue to somewhat embody this act. You click your tongue as you stare at her, your hand coming out to rest on her cheek.
Her eyes meet yours again; and you couldn't think that she could plead even more than she already was. She looked up at you with low eyes now, the redness of her sclera popping out at you.
Shuri's beauty always protruded she was high. You weren't quite sure what it was or why it was but you guessed that it was her long eyelashes slowly fluttering up at you, or the fact that she was nuzzling her face into your thighs like a loser with no shame and care in the world.
"Well," You hushed quietly, taking a hand out to rub her face, your thumb comes out to caress the softness of her cheeks.
She leaned into the smoothness of your palms for a moment, inhaling the scent of cocoa butter from your tender skin, making her thighs quake at the mere idea of your signature (and her comfort) scent.
You quickly pull your hand away from her cheek, making her snap out of her horny daze. Her face quickly faltered as you withdrew your affection, letting out a defeated breath for what felt like the millionth time.
"I'll never know what you want unless you use your words."
"You know that, right?" Your hand slowly snakes around find the back of her neck, your acrylic nails scratching her undercut. A guttural groan leaves the back of Shuri's throat in response, her knees trembling on the foundation she knelt on.
"Please, ingelosi yam," She murmured against you, defeated once again, leaning in to press soft kisses up your arm, her own hand coming up to grab you to put one last peck on your wrist. Your stomach began to do flips as she did so, watching her with such precision. You almost refused to blink because you were afraid to miss every single moment of this moment.
"Please let me make you feel good." she croaked out, looking up at you with her. Shuri refused to breathe for a moment, studying your face before she decides to say another word. "Just a taste, I promise, I won't waste your time and I-"
She pauses once you let out an exasperated sigh, rolling your eyes at her as you look at her pitifully. "Okay." the one word of approval rolls off your tongue, and her eyes widen like she had heard something so absurd. Her shaky hands quickly palm the thin material keeping you from her, pulling the edge of your shorts down with ease. Within seconds, the article of clothing was cuffed around your ankles and you didn't hesitate to kick them off your body as quick as she was to grab it off you in the first place. "Don't make me regret this," You say breathlessly, your heartbeat pulsating down your chest and into your soaking wet cunt; all while she unlocked your legs and stuffed herself full of your wetness. You jerk forward almost immediately; throwing your head back as Shuri went to work underneath you with such dedication and pride that you could never get used to, being face to face with shock every time. "Shuri," You cry out, throwing your head back as you watched the stars twinkle and shine over you. A string of curse words left your now trembling mouth as your hands found contact with the soft material you were sitting on, gripping onto the material as if it was your last day on earth. Shuri had the ability to make it seem it was that way, though. "Thank yo-mphhhhh," She moaned between each flick of your clit, capturing every piece of you with her tongue like there was no tomorrow. Tears began to stream down her face as she selfishly indulged in the sweet taste of your wetness, slurping and sucking with such intention. She pulled away from a moment, making you pop your eyes open and snap your head downward. "Did I say you could-" You let out a yelp once you feel the runny sensation and of and hear the spit coat your pussy further, the once firm grip Shuri had on your thighs beginning to grow unstable as she watched her creation: the liquid from her mouth dripping down, combining with your slick. She almost wants to let out a moan at the sight, her stomach doing flips as her own core pulsated at the art in front of her. She studied you like an important exam she couldn't fail, like it was a moral failing to even look away. She buried her face into your wetness again, taking in everything she created with a loud slurp, making your hand shoot down to latch onto the coils that sat atop of her head. "My perfect girl," You praised her through heavy breaths, your fingers softly tangling her hair for some kind of relief as your chest heaved up and down, your hips shifting against the couch so you could thrust into her mouth further.
She let out a whine against you, continuing to fuck you with her tongue as she lapped everything up, desperate for your approval. That's all she ever wanted.
"You're working so hard for me," You sighed out, throwing your head back slightly once again as you dwelled in your state of euphoria, watching the stars glisten and twinkle while the city lights flickered in your vision.
"I love you." You said mockingly, a weak laugh leaving your throat as you pushed her head further into your thighs like it was even humanly possible. Somehow, you always made it work.
Shuri lets out a high pitched whine, her nose bumping your folds as she continues her ventures faster, her tongue dipping into every crevice she thought she hadn't explored extensively as she could've earlier.
You let out a ragged scream, throwing your head back as you shamelessly humped yourself on her face, your thighs trembling in response to her mouth that had no bounds. "Mmmm," She hummed against you, her head bobbing up an down as she licked a long stripe down your slit, making your eyes roll into the back of your skull. "Just wanna make you so proud, Ingelosi Yam," She murmured, she hummed, bobbing her head up and down as she licked a long stripe down your slit, making sure she doesn't miss out on tasting a single drop of you. "Are you proud of me?" "Yesyesyesyesyes," You screamed out, your body responding to all of her sacred touches like a secret language you both shared, the veins in her slim hands popping out as she locked you in place, refusing to let you go. You desperately prayed for some sort of release from the anticipation she built brick by brick, second by second. "Yes!" Shuri continues to moan against your skin, her body craving an outlet as as she continued to devour you. She felt herself become wetter as she found pleasure in you, her stomach twisting and her body shaking at the sensations of pleasing you.
She found herself entering the same sex-crazed high you had entered previously, looking at you through half lidded eyes as everything began to move at a slower pace although she was working quick, faster than you had expected.
As she dived into you further, she removed one hand from your thigh while the other stayed put on the other side. Shuri began to trace her own body, her hand snaking down her lower stomach at an excruciatingly slower pace. "I'm close," You shakily breathed out, the world going to a blur from your lens as tears began to prickle in your eyes as you desperately tried to grab your high. "Think you can make me prouder, baby?" "F-fuck, I'm-" She replied weakly, her voice loosing stability as she dipped her fingers into her sweatpants, perfecting the pace as she comes in contact with her own slit, rubbing herself in circular motions.
She choked out a soft moan against you, continuing to sloppily press kisses to your clit, almost begging you to let go. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, almost feeling dizzy at the stimulation running through your body. "Shuri," You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut.
Shuri lets out a groan at that, "H-hold on," She murmured lowly, feeling the stimulation of her fingers rubbing herself in her stomach, desperately trying to make it to the finish line all while helping you reach your climax. "Say my name again, please." she whined pathetically, hearing the ragged sounds of your breath and feeling the shakiness of your thighs threatening to suffocate her as they wanted to squeeze together so quickly.
"Shurrriiii," You slurred, the tears that were once building in your eyes were now spilling all over your face as you threw your head back further, letting go of all the eagerness built up inside of you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull while your eyes were closed, riding out your high. "Sthandwa—fuck—" Shuri cried out as you gushed out against her mouth, your liquid oozing down her chin and into her mouth, while she also reached her climax, pouring down onto her fingers, her body shook at the sudden sensations.
She pressed one more kiss to your perfect pussy before pulling away and withdrawing her fingers from her pants, panting like she had just ran a marathon. She then used your thighs as support to lean up and press a sloppy kiss to your lips, letting you taste the fruits of her labor. You wrap your arms around her waist, kissing her quickly before giving her a quick look up and down, noticing a wet patch in her grey sweats. Your eyes widen as your eyes scan the area, a scoff leaving your mouth as your lips form into a smile. "Did you just come in your pants?" you giggle softly, licking your lips as you look up at her. "Nope."
New drinking game: Take a shot everytime shuri says please.
