#letitia wright x black!reader

[axailslink]

Dumbass Question

Shuri x FEM reader

Summary: out of boredom you ask Shuri what she considers to be quite an idiotic question.

"Are you cheating on me?" You ask walking down the lab stairs Shuri turns her bright eyes to you. Riri glances at you both before slowly walking up the lab stairs "and that's my cue that's my cue"

Shuri looks at you as if you're crazy "I'm sorry...am I cheating on YOU?" She asks to make sure she heard the words right the first time you nod she blinks a couple of times as if it will help register your words in her mind. "Have you seen yourself? Seriously why would I cheat on you? I'd have to seriously not be in the right mind...you cook for me come and visit me while I'm working and never complain even though I'm always busy you just enjoy the time that we are allowed together. Have you been smoking with Riri or something? Must have thinking crazy thoughts like that I should flick you in your head" you laugh and hug her she looks down at you still confused "would you cheat on me if someone prettier approached you?" She has had enough and slaps the back of your head causing you to wince "what was that for?" She laughs "stupid question number two you got a third?" You look at her and think for a moment she waits prepared to hit you in the head again. "That's what I thought coming in here with stupid thoughts this is a lab not American news" she shakes her head and rubs your shoulder "now move over a bit so I can see if these results match the last ones I just collected." She continues mumbling disbeliefs to herself as you kiss her cheek and walk back up the lab stairs you and Riri catch each other's eyes before bursting into laughter. "I told you not to ask her that dumbass question"

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[inmyheadimobsessed]

Ruin the Friendship

pairing: scotty ✘ black!fem!reader

summary: it's raining, the power's out and you're alone with your brother's best friend, the girl you've been pining after for years. there must be a way for the two of you to pass the time, right?

word count: long <3

contains: smut (18+), oral (scotty being a munch), fingering (reader receiving), strap!scotty, desperate!scotty, extremely softtop!scotty, needy!reader, bottom!reader, tribbing, lovesick!reader (like BAD), a little angsty (reader is a dramatic crybaby who's in love, leave her alone), scotty is still her cute little shy self, but because she knows reader, she's a lil more open, drunken confessions, passionate sex, biting, lots of crying, praise, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, fluff at the end (they're just soo in love)

tags: @verachii @zayswriting @quintessencewrites @rxcently @widowmakker @blackgcomica @n7cje @dejaonline @shinsousliya @generallysapphic @mbakuetshurisprincess @pinkwright @saintwrld @axailslink @mocha-aya @uhwhatsay @6-noir @cuddl3s4shur1 @percsane @chidinma @shuriszn @lppriceisright @sweetalittleselfish-honey @abenomeiiii @marsolgy @prettymrswright @shurisjournal @marsolgy @shurismainbxtch @shurisbbymama @bestfriend491 @shuriri4life @bubshri @cafehyunji @vixentheplanet @ventingfanfics @yunhofingers @yamsthoughts @iseebeautyinwords @ihearttish @vampzxi

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: back writing for the love of my life again, now y'all can stop YELLING at me! this fic kinda beat my ass a lil bit, but we did it joe! but honestly idk how the idea of scotty fucking on her best friend's sister turned into this, it was post to be funny and fluffy and cute (which it still kinda is) but THIS that i'm posting was not in anyway similar to the original plot of the movie. like i was writing and then i got done, looked back at my outline, and was like ooh baby this ain't the script. i was depressed as hell writing this too, so sowwy of it seeped through LOL! i do love this version of scotty though, she's just so ugh. anywho, hope y'all still enjoy. mwah mwahh!!

Falling for Scotty was instinctive, as effortless as an inhale — your feelings for her etched into your bones. And with those etchings traveled a wanting ache that created a home within your marrow, tunneling deep, and hollowing you out until the sensation was all you knew.

You welcomed it though, this incessant throb, for it was the only proof of your capability to love in this capacity: deeply, entirely, unequivocally. It wasn't easy, breathing without knowing her touch, but options outside of this did not exist for you, so you were forced to yearn from a distance, as you did now.

Your hurt lived at its peak at this moment, tugging on your sore heartstrings as you watched her cut your grass with a sigh brined in want. Scotty bathed beneath the drizzle of her sweat before you, dark skin glistening under each droplet while the sun accentuated her shine.

Those fingers, they belonged to a worker. Their tight squeeze on the lawn mower left you breathless as you envisioned their tips pressing deep into your throat, departing your flesh only after the creation of pretty bruises.

When the back of her hand met her damp forehead, you gasped in anticipation, a sharp gust of air nicking your throat on its way down. You waited, gnawing on your lip anxiously, gloved hands clamping down on the soapy plate in your hold — she was going to do it soon.

You were practically drooling, eyes protruding as you scanned her perspiring body hungrily. And then… there it was. Scotty's halt stopped your heart, and the plate you previously held plunged directly into a sudsy bath.

She removed her digits from the lawnmower, and her hand traveled down. Down to the hem of her soaked tank top, and she hoisted it up. Up to her face for assistance in drying her sweat beads. The material rose just enough for you to spot the edge of her equally damp sports bra clinging to her sticky skin, and she blessed your vision with those perfect flexing abs of hers.

A singular line of sweat rolled its way down the center of her toned stomach and your entranced irises stalked it, following the trickle’s descent to the waistband of her shorts until the droplet was absorbed by the material. “Fuck…”

You bit your lip with a smirk, squeezing your thighs together. Her fists clenched the handle again, and she fell back into her practiced pushing, eyebrows knitting against the slight resistance. If the window were open, her gravelly grunts would bless your eardrums with their strain, and your mind would construct the picture of her floating above you, making those same tired sounds as she rocked–

“Why do you just have the tap running?” That stupid voice. Your brother's voice. It snuck up on you, and it restarted your still heart, serving as nothing more than an aggravating prompt as to why Scotty wasn't yours.

You rolled your eyes, tightening your grip on that restraint trying desperately to escape your claws. “Maybe don't worry about what I’m doing.”

“When I pay the water bill, I make it my business to know how it's being used. Or in this case, how it's being wasted.”

Your groan was unavoidable, it always was when your brother chose to invade your bubble. Reluctantly, you peeled longing eyes away from Scotty, returning your focus to the dishes floating in the sink with a grumble. “You're so fucking lame.”

“Yeah, I'm lame.” You tossed a glance back at him, noting the way he buried his huge block head inside the fridge, and you took this as an opportunity to ogle your sweat-drenched love once more. You pushed onto your toes, hopelessly trailing Scotty's strides in the grass, clinging to the grace in which she moved as your stomach welcomed that familiar tightness.

The last dish was on the rack now, and you switched off the streams just as your brother emerged from the fridge with two chilled water bottles. He pushed past you, bumping your shoulder on purpose as he trotted to the back door, and soon the sounds of a growling mower filled the house. “Yo! Scotts, take a break, yeah?”

You watched her in the window again, her eyes finding yours through the glass. A fire flickered alive inside your body when she glanced up at you, and Scotty let a small smile crack across those lips you’d felt only in dreams. Your inhale surfaced low in volume, but its choice to harmonize with your sprinting heart’s prayer for reprieve deafened you still.

She was on the patio now, chatting mindlessly with your brother, and slowly, you allowed the prattle of her distant voice to draw you in, engraved bones piloting each of your strides to the living room as your tired heart complied.

“So, you coming by next Saturday?” You planted yourself by the couch, out of your brother’s view, but squarely in Scotty's. Bare thighs bewitched her, and automatically, those frantic eyes of hers swept the expanse of them, widening the longer she scanned them over in your shorts. Scotty let her inspecting linger, permitting her shameless gaze to climb your uncovered stomach, the poke of your boobs beneath your bralette, and finally, she let her eyes latch onto your expecting brown ones.

You blushed under her heated watch, and she did the same beneath yours. She wrestled with a demanding smirk and lost, but her attempt to conceal it remained adorable. Your Scotty was a story, seared into your skull, recitable on command, and if she knew your skill when reading her, she'd see her endeavor as what it was; one of no use.

Your brother tapped her shoulder, pulling her attention from you to him just after he peered back at you with a head shake. “Scotts, did you hear me?”

“Sorry, what?” She blinked, floundering in the shame of being caught, and you giggled from where you stood. You resided in her head, as she lived in yours.

This notion stirred a strength inside you, a sense of supremacy awakened only when you were reminded you weren't alone in your fancy, and it subsided some of that ache for a brief while.

“I said, are you coming by next Saturday? Mum’s out of town so I'm having people over, real lowkey. You gotta come mate, it's always so hard to get you out of the house.”

Thieving were your brother’s words, robbing you of Scotty's attention and you huffed in annoyance. Basking below her inspection filled your desperate body with a warmth; her stare was the kind to sizzle your skin, and you loathed the absence of the feeling.

Her head craned backward as she pushed the neck of her sweating water bottle to her awaiting lips, throat bobbing with each eager swallow of the cool liquid. You watched small streams spill from her lips, and roll down her neck, tangling with her existing speckles of perspiration. She was messy with each gulp, and a wet mouth suited her. “Uh, I’m not sure.”

Fuck, that voice again, you moaned at its vibration, and the not-so-subtle whimper perked both sets of ears on the patio. Your brother’s scrutiny heated your already burning skin, but you ignored its blaze, just as you disregarded your body’s demand that you run. You couldn't, you needed to witness the way her lips quirked ever so slightly when she heard the sound, your sound.

“Why are we even best friends, Scotts? I always gotta force you to come out.” Your brother whined, making her chuckle. God that laugh of hers; timid; deliberate, and it tugged you forward into its infectious reverb. Scotty owned you in this way, her laugh owned you, her nervous smile as you inched closer. Sore muscles propelled you toward her, and they were met with zero resistance — proximity to Scotty held all the power to dull your ache.

Fingers circled the doorknob as you hooked your chin around the open door, and you smiled up at the shy girl before you. “I’ll be here on Saturday Viv, you'll come to see me, right?”

“Uh…” Rendering her speechless, an action that bustled your pride. Her anxious fidget was one of the many things you loved about her, that, and the way she struggled pitifully when attempting to hide just how flustered your existence made her.

Your brother groaned, “You’ll be in your room. I don't want you anywhere near my friends.”

“Your friends are all a bunch of dickheads, just like you,” You smirked, and Scotty tripped into it against her will, steadying herself bashfully at the last second. “Well, except for you, Viv. You couldn't be a dickhead if you tried.”

“She's not fucking interested. And you look desperate.”

You stepped onto the patio then, smacking his head, and he winced dramatically. A sweet sound, though it wasn't comparable to the one you sought; Scotty’s laugh. When she offered it up it melted your mind; you’d be a puddle soon, legs and body dissolving before those swirling irises you loved dearly. “So glad the asshole gene ended with you.”

Scotty giggled again, waking the butterflies batting violently in your depths. “I’ll see you Saturday, Viv?”

“S-See you S-Saturday.”

•••

The ends of your wild braids veiled your bare chest, fingers dancing slowly down to where you needed them most as you tugged your nipple roughly. When those spit-soaked lips of yours separated, one name existed on your tongue, and it clamored from your pits the second shaking digits connected with your sensitive clit. “Scotty…”

A forever-clogged head generated only conjurings of her, your fantasies being the one place you were allowed to have her, and you never shied from indulging. Slow strokes teased that feeling forward, and your pedicured toes curled the higher her face in your mind's eye made you soar. Her name was enclosed in each exhale, intricately wrapped in your lusty desires with their inevitable unraveling being enough to tip you over.

“Oh, Scotty…” You let the sound of your slickness entrance you, brain traveling to her reaction if she were here to see you, feel you, taste–

A series of knocks on your bedroom door ripped you from deep within your Scotty-riddled thoughts, and you groaned, rolling over in your pillow to muffle an irritated scream. “Fuck off!”

“Scotty’s coming over to fix the drip in the bathroom sink. Let her in, and don't be a fucking weirdo, I'm going out.”

Your brother’s words possessed the strength to spring your body upright in your sheets, and you grinned, welcoming that throb you were on a mission to subdue just seconds ago, that throb that breathed and intensified from the mere mention of her name.

You tugged your T-shirt back on, slid your underwear up, and sighed at the feel of your slick gluing the thin material to your folds.

Rarely did the opportunity of being alone with Scotty arise, she was your brother’s friend, and she ventured around only to hang out with him, emphasizing your position in her life. Scotty liked you, a fact clear as day, but the restraint housed within her body remained one that forever combated your own, and it was for this reason that you forced yourself to become comfortable with the scope of separation between you both. But, she was on her way over, and it’d just be the two of you now.

Possibility floated in the atmosphere as you mulled this thought over, and your excitement constricted your chest, tightening those exhausted little heartstrings of yours.

An unsteady step abetted your climb from your bed and you exhaled once on your feet; your climax evaded your grasp, but the prospect of spending time with your forbidden love held the power to wobble you still.

The shirt draping your frame left nothing up to the imagination, exposing your curves, the nudge of your sore nipples, and your damp panty-clad cunt remained visible as you studied yourself in the mirror. Your attire screamed “She was just in the middle of getting off,” and you contemplated changing into something more… appropriate.

But the resounding clang of the doorbell blared throughout the house, jarring you, and you toppled, your half-naked body tripping over scattered shoes and dirty laundry begging to be washed on the floor. It rang again, and you stumbled back on your feet, flying out your bedroom door and down the steps at the speed of lightning. There was something to be said about the pathetic nature in which you staggered to the front door. You were a fawn, learning to stable oneself for the first time, lacking grace, lacking finesse as you launched yourself forward for the doorknob.

Did you care? Certainly not, not with Scotty awaiting your greeting on the other side of the barrier keeping you two apart.

Breathless as you were, you opened the door just as her finger poked the button again, and the pair of you giggled shyly, noting the other's blush. You could never tire of her laugh, and its coyness. It coaxed her blinding smile into the open, and once it beamed out, clouding it became a difficult task for Scotty.

“H-Hey Viv…” You huffed, scanning her appearance with a gulp.

Her blushing never faltered, mouth gaping before she decided to suck in her bottom lip at the sight of you in just a shirt. She dipped her head, sheepish in her attempt to shelter her nerves, but her sweet stutter betrayed her the moment she opened that pretty mouth, “Um, uh, h-hi. I c-came for the um, the…”

“The sink.” You finished for her, and she nodded with a small chuckle.

“Uh, yeah. The sink.” You stepped aside and Scotty trudged into the house, toolbox locked in those strong fingers as she wiped her work boots on the mat rather awkwardly. She watched you all the while, eyes trained on your thighs as you smirked up at her, absorbing the rays of her immersion. Scotty attempted subtlety when your brother was around, but she took advantage of his absence now as she ogled your tight nipples poking up in your shirt.

You ran your fingers through your braids, shaking them slightly to make your tits jump before her eyes, and when she exhaled wearily, you allowed your throat to vacuum her air, breathing in its warmth with a quiet moan.

And you smiled then, feeling that comfortable throb weaken just from the nearness of your bodies.

Scotty was right there, right in front of you, and it would be nothing to reach out and touch. God, you wanted to reach out and touch, but just as you leaned in a little, she jerked, turning frantically and heading to the stairs. “It shouldn't um, take me too long. It's just a drip r-right?”

“J-Just a drip…” Though, the leaking at your core exceeded that.

You climbed the stairs behind her, pulling on the hem of your top anxiously with each step as you followed her knowing strides to your bathroom. Scotty's shoulders flexed under her black and yellow patterned shirt, and your treacherous mind concocted images of crimson claws dragging along her back, feeling those blades tighten and loosen with steady thrusts, if you were blessed with the opportunity to lay beneath her as she had her way with you, that was.

“Can you um, I have to look under the sink. Just uh, tell me if the drip is still going when I ask, yeah?” She flicked on the light, placing her toolbox down on the mat and you nodded slowly. There laid command in her request — innocent in her mind — but far from in yours.

You hoisted yourself onto the counter, naked thighs spilling out from under your T-shirt. Its lack of length once again became her fixation, and you watched the flash of realization storm Scotty's electric eyes; she would have to kneel before you to get under the sink. You smirked, concluding this at the same time she did, and slowly, she stooped in hesitation, sinking to the floor to open the cabinet. Her eyes refused to leave your seductive ones, and a devious plan slithered its way into your mind like a serpent.

Once Scotty was on her knees, she wavered, chewing her lip nervously, still watching you, and you allowed your parting thighs to rocket her heart.

There was a squish, because you were fucking drenched, and Scotty's eyes followed the sound her ears alerted her of, landing right on your damp core. She whimpered in the back of her throat, permitting the sight to captivate her fully, and she frowned. She found your eyes again, pleading wordlessly for you to shut your legs, to allow her to do what she came to, but you were not in the business of being gracious. You wanted her too much — the beating in your chest and the beating at your core driving your choice.

“J-Just, uh, let me know about the drip.” She pointed weakly to the faucet, capturing one last glance at your red panties before vanishing under the sink.

She fumbled with the valves, “Did it stop?”

“Nope.” Your legs were swinging, blood rushing at the sight of her exposed middle, her stomach contracting as she worked.

“Now? Is it still leaking?” You glanced at the faucet, clapping your hands when you noticed the drip had disappeared, only to realize the one at your center was gaining stream.

You giggled, “Something's leaking.”

Scotty sighed, seemingly frustrated and you pouted, “But is the faucet still leaking? That's what I’m asking.”

“No.”

She muttered something, but it went unheard because her abs were out of hiding fully now, and you were a drooling mess at the image of her splayed on your bathroom floor. “How long have we known each other, Viv?”

Scotty hummed, unmoving under your cabinet. Something told you she remained under there on purpose. “All our lives.”

“And would you believe me if I said I've had a crush on you this entire time?” Your question startled you, and you blinked at your sudden spurt of confidence, gripping the countertop firmly to avoid fainting.

There was a thud, and a small groan, one that shouldn't have excited you because it was obvious the sound derived from pain, but any sort of moan evading Scotty's lips would push thrill through your body. “No.”

She stood, rubbing the side of her forehead with that same groan again, and you tilted your head. “You wouldn't believe that I have a crush on you?”

Her eyes brimmed with a speckle akin to want — hope; Scotty hoped sincerity guided your words. They dazzled, irises swimming in a chocolate sea as you studied her reluctance. Her pretty lips hung downward as you let your full ones fall also, the sight fracturing your heart just a little, her resistance in belief. “You wouldn't believe me, Viv?”

“The drip is on the hot water side. I n-need you to get down so I can take the f-faucet apart.”

Words that broke your heart entirely, because she was shaking, and she refused to answer your question. “I do, have a crush on you, Vivienne.”

A crush. An insignificant word, and a diluted confession, you thought. Describing what you felt for Scotty as a crush seemed so trivial. You loved her, you were in love with her, and you wanted her to love you. But if your admission of a crush unnerved her this much, you were terrified to find out what a declaration of love would do to the poor girl.

“Uh, c-can you let me get to the faucet? Please?”

Earnesty eluded Scotty now, the averting of your spiky stare told you that. She fought it, her desire to slip between your thighs and hold you close, but it would ultimately be a battle lost. “Scotts…”

“Please.”

You whimpered, “Scotty, look at me?”

Brown eyes met your wishing ones and she softened immediately, her sweaty forehead falling to yours as she snaked her arms around your waist. God, you could break. You did break, you broke the moment she did. “I-I… you…”

Her tears were light and steady, and they scorched, flowing and mixing with your own as you offered up a small whine. You cupped her wet face, and Scotty nuzzled her cheek into your delicate palm with a sigh, confirming the thing you always assumed — she was a beauty starved for touch. And now, amending this was to be your job as you gazed into her welling eyes.

It was so easy, to drown in every unspoken emotion filtering out the both of you through your sobs, and if she continued to peer at you through damp lashes, you just might let yourself sink.

Salty tears rushed your tastebuds, forcing you to swallow each drizzle as you searched for the right thing to say to calm your love. “Scotty…”

“Would y-you b-believe m-me if I said I had a c-crush on you, too?” She questioned with a sniffle, heated fingers gripping yours, and reluctantly, you let her peel your hands from her face. Your waist felt bare without her digits pressing into it, and your shattered heart knew not how to take the loss.

You laughed lightly, “Yeah?”

Scotty let the corner of her mouth quirk, and she took in your murky irises. “I shouldn't, but I do.”

“Would you like to kiss me, Scotty?”

She shut her eyes with a desperate groan, squeezing your digits so tight, your fingertips ran cold. “God… very much.”

You caressed her face intently, eyes boring into her untamed ones as you watched her brows knit in anticipation. And then you were pulling her in, feeling her hot mouth moving against your own. Your world stilled, and the remaining shards of your broken heart plummeted, leaving those butterflies of yours as the only things inside of you capable of sustaining life.

Your ache, your beautiful, throbbing, lifelong ache dwindled for a moment as Scotty's mouth meshed with yours. She kissed you fiercely, fingers grazing your throat, breathing existence back into your being, and it was then that you moaned for her.

Scotty lost it, your sound putting her on the prowl. Her incisors punctured your bottom lip and you hissed from the euphoric pain, wrapping your legs around her slim waist, fingers finding their way under her shirt with haste. When you grazed the dips of those abs you gawked on a daily, your moan bloomed louder, and Scotty pulled away.

“God. That s-sound, oh my god, s-so pretty. Please.”

You nodded, “Kiss me again.”

But Scotty shook her head, puzzling you, and when her teary eyes met yours, your ache returned — at full force — crushing every bone in your body. “We can't.”

“W-We just d-did.”

She kissed your hands, making you shudder, and she frowned. “Your brother…”

“Isn't here. It's just us, you and me Scotts. Want you to kiss me again, want you to touch me, please. Please, Scotty.”

Scotty pressed her back into the wall in front of you, eyes glazed over as you watched her breathing pick up. She once again battled with her want for you, and the only thing barring her triumph, was your stupid fucking brother.

You rolled your eyes, refusing to let it end like this, not after finally tasting her tongue outside of your imagination. “Scotty. Touch me.”

“Fuck… you can't say things like that,” She winced, as if your words inflicted pain. “Makes my mind go places it shouldn't.”

You raised your brow at this, “Where does your mind go when I give you permission to touch me?”

She didn't answer, so you reached out for her, spreading your legs wider the closer she inched, and she stared at your wet panties, pupils dilating as she whimpered. “I c-can't. I'm not supposed t-to. You're off limits t-to me.”

“But you want to, don't you? You wanna feel me, Scotty?”

She nodded, sucking in a sharp breath as she allowed you to press her palm flat against your heat. “Feel me, Scotty.”

You shoved your panties to the side, reveling in the effort it took to unstick the cloth from your pussy, and Scotty gasped.

A singular tear rolled down her cheek when presented with the cunt that wept for her touch, your clit calling her name with each jump. She stared into your wanting eyes, begging for permission and you nodded. Scotty pressed into your clit, whining softly along with your mewls, and you nestled your face into her chest to muffle them, entirely consumed by the ecstasy flooding your senses.

Scotty massaged nurturing circles into your bud, her wounded moans ringing in your ear while she twitched, absorbing the sound of your slick pussy. You hadn't even noticed you were crying again until you opened your mouth to moan, and warm droplets filled it.

You leaked onto the bathroom counter, wetness spilling with each of her delicate rubs. It wasn't long before you were quaking, thighs levitating in sync with your racing heart as you pushed your back into the mirror.

“You're s-so, fuck, I-I wanna… Can I put my f-fingers inside you? Wanna feel all of you.” You nodded, and Scotty wasted no time slipping two coated digits into your hole. God, it was way more than you saw yourself able to handle. The pleasure, the emotions; your body couldn't bear it.

Hard nipples rubbed against your shirt as you moaned for her, and she nodded toward the protrusion. “Touch them for me?”

This Scotty, and her commanding bass were a foreign pair to you. Though phrased as a question, her request was the furthest thing from, and you complied immediately, pulling your perky nipples above the material as your eyes fanned down to where Scotty worked you. “Fuck, Scotty, just like that…”

“Lift your shirt, I-I wanna s-see them please.”

The hem of your shirt came up as you hummed faintly, and your boobs were out, fingers latching on to tweak your tender nubs once more. The sound of her fucking your pussy with her fingers had you reeling, every tendon in your body tightening as they prepared to snap. You bucked into each of her skilled thrusts, whimper after whimper dropping from your parted lips as she stretched your tight cunt.

Scotty was inside of you, you were riding her worker digits as she grunted from how your walls drank her in. Fuck, was this real life? “You're so wet, god I can't take this.”

“Only f-for you, please, pleeease!” You craned your neck, connected your mouth with your nipple, swirling your tongue around its firmness, never once breaking eye contact with her and she shivered at your lewd act.

“You drive me crazy, I just, fuck… You're so beautiful.” Scotty confessed, flicking your clit with ferocity, and you cried out.

“I'm, I'm gonna come! Please, faster Scotty, I wanna come for you! Please!” You sprawled for her as you sobbed her name, showing off your flexibility and Scotty cursed under her breath. You were certain her knees would give out soon with their continued buckling as she worked your pussy; she looked closer to collapse than you.

Her pace increased, outstretching her free hand to grip your floating thigh, and she pressed a kiss to your ankle. “Can I touch them?”

You were so out of it, but you nodded, and Scotty’s palm trailed your lurching stomach on its way up to your sensitive tits. She cupped the right one, basking in its warmth as your messy pussy sucked in her knuckles, tips brushing your special spot.

“Fuck! Right there! Oh my god! Right fucking there!” You jerked, fisting her shirt to yank her in for a sloppy kiss as the showers of your climax rained down on you. You were denied the feeling earlier, but you chose to believe this was because fate wanted Scotty to bring about your bliss. It was intense as hell, a willful pour that turned your vision white, and your moan was long and broken, eyes spilling endlessly. Scotty kissed your tears away, pumping you slower now, the ghost of her warm breath doing what it could to soothe you.

“You're so pretty when you come.”

A tired little groan crept out of you; you were attempting to thank her, but those numbing lips of hers were more powerful than you'd realized as she used them to whisper into your charged skin. “Shh. It's okay. You're okay.”

She remained inside of you, absorbing your clench as she whined from the suction, that was until footsteps approached the door. “Scotts, you in there?”

Scotty plucked her fingers from your seeping cunt, leaving you empty as panic seized her. You couldn't move, so you chose to watch her frantic dance through slanted eyes while you heaved, orgasm sitting still on your chest, weighing you down. She was genuinely terrified: scrambling to get her tools, muttering under her breath, and you wanted to calm her, but you couldn't move.

“I'm sorry.” Scotty pecked your forehead, forbidding her lips’ linger, and then she slipped out the door before your brother got a chance to reach for the handle, abandoning your spent figure in a pool of your release on the counter.

•••

Rejection was not fatal, and chanting this motto should drill belief into your brain. Should. But reliance on these words provided no comfort, or aid. Instead, they epitomized the only sentiment your snapping mind seemed able to hold fast to: Scotty did not want you.

She left you behind on the drenched bathroom counter, discarded as a thing she played with before deciding you no longer were of use to her. Admitting her behavior had been cruel was not a thing you saw yourself able to do though, because you knew your Scotty, and within her dwelled not an ounce of cruelty. Inflicting pain, breaking your heart in the way she did that day was not, should not, have been in her nature.

But you experienced it, barely survived her transgression, so what were you supposed to believe? Certainly not the mantra about rejection’s inability to fatally scar, because here you lay, permeating in the blood drawn from the wounds of Scotty's misdeed, slipping out of your mind, and away from yourself with time.

Once, you had a whole heart, it took up space, its beating gave you life, breeding your ability to love, because you loved Scotty. But now, similarly to your excavated bones, there lived a hollowness in your chest. A hollowness operating as a depressing reminder that your motionless heart existed in tatters, occupying the deepest depths of your knotted stomach.

Maybe you were being dramatic, though you’d tried being hopeful, thinking she would come round the next day, desperate to apologize, desperate to hold you and call you hers. But Scotty never showed, and all sense of promise had departed by the end of the week, amidst the lonely nights spent crying yourself to sleep.

Something you were attempting to do now as you tangled your aching body in your many blankets. A satin pillow covered your face, damp with tears as you groaned aloud, irritated by the music and laughter floating up from downstairs.

Your stupid fucking brother and his stupid fucking friends. Being in distress the entire week helped you forget about the party he was throwing tonight, but you couldn't ignore it now, and the sound of their happiness made your eye twitch. How dare that drove of losers enjoy life, when you sat teetering on the brink of death? It wasn't fair, and you wanted to scream it in their faces, but another wave of sobs flooded your cheeks, and you hugged your teddy bear tighter, mind racing to her.

“Scotts! You made it mate! Didn't think you'd be coming round after you've been MIA all week. You alright?”

You were up on your feet at the mention of her presence, drying your tears and booking it down the stairs as you gave in to your body's coercion, not a damn given about your somber appearance.

There was a singular mission: Lay eyes on her. You loitered in the kitchen, aiming to appear inconspicuous as you scanned the group with impatient eyes. After minutes of not spotting her head floating in the sizable crowd, you poured a drink, stuffing the bottle under your hoodie once you were certain there were no witnesses. You shook your head at the sea of people, so much for “real lowkey,” you thought.

“Pretty sure um, your brother wouldn't be too happy if he knew you were stealing his booze.” Fuck… that voice, its tentative quiver, her endearing tone doing everything in its power to bring your skin to life.

You spun, meeting her meek gaze, the liquid sloshing in the red solo cup you strangled long forgotten as you chose to drink her in instead. Of course she looked good, because apparently being unkind to your body was now a thing she practiced. Fuck…“Luckily I don't give a damn about what makes him happy then huh?”

Scotty smiled, providing competition for the sun, and it was then that you felt it, the sharp shards of your broken organ piecing itself back together inside your sternum. Because as much as she hurt you, you loved her still, with all of the splinters composing your barely beating heart.

“You alright?”

You hummed, feigning a small smile of your own, “Yeah.”

She shook her head, unconvinced, and she stepped in closer, reaching out for you as you did for her that day in the bathroom. “Can we um, I want–”

Protectively, your body recoiled against your will, jarring Scotty and jarring yourself with the abrupt movement. This defense was your mind’s doing; your heart was barely whole again, and your brain chose to reject Scotty in hopes of keeping it so. “I–”

“Christ, leave Scotty alone. She's not interested in you like that, learn when to take a hint,” Your brother left no room for a response before he dragged Scotty off. “Sorry about her man, little sisters are the worst.”

Scotty huffed a dry laugh, peering back at you in the kitchen, pleading with her eyes, but it was a stare you shunned, once again feeling that rush of neglect, so you trudged up the stairs, and back to your room to wallow, and get drunk by yourself.

You were lowering the bottle from your lips when showers attacked your windows, and you spared a glance at the rain, chuckling to yourself with a sniffle. The skies were mocking your tears, mocking your sorrow as you sat alone on the floor. The blackness of the starless sky was barely visible, but the swift flare of lightning provided illumination, and you braced yourself then for the impending angry roar that often followed.

You shuddered at the sound of clapping thunder, shutting your eyes as you took another long sip from the bottle of Don Julio you had tucked between your splayed thighs.

“It's just a storm,” You recited the sentence, wanting to convince yourself it couldn't get any worse. “It's just a storm, just a storm.”

As the downpour picked up, your breathing followed suit, the tequila whirling in your veins worsening your anxiety. “It's just a storm. Not like the power–”

Before you could cough up the rest of your sentence, the lights went out, the music stopped, and you could hear the wind’s sinister snicker as you rocked from side to side. “Fucking perfect.” Now, you were awarded the pleasure of crying like a lovesick baby in total darkness.

You sighed, attempting to hone in on the mumbling voices of the assholes downstairs, and their laughs that were not deterred by the pelting showers and deafening thunder. You took another sip, gulping it down and basking in its burn. There was a rap at your door, soft, almost questioning and you turned your head. It wasn't your brother, you could still hear his obnoxious baritone wafting up through the vents from where you sat.

The sound came again, this time followed by that voice you were in love with, shy and sickeningly demure, “Um, it's, it's Scotty.”

You didn't move, unperturbed by your drunken mind’s fondness for games, but when she spoke again, your battered heart led you toward her reprise. “I'm just checking–”

You pulled the door open, and there she stood, purple flannel engulfing her slim arms, frown set, and bright eyes wishing. “I'm just checking on you. I know you don't like thunderstorms.”

Scotty chewed her lip as you blinked before her, averting your teary eyes with a hung head. She wasn't oblivious to your state, anyone with sense could detect you’d been crying, and Scotty knew you well enough to discern that it wasn't solely the quaking skies inciting your waterworks.

“You remember that?” A small, desperate whisper disguised as a question. It held no weight, no power, but you watched as your words made Scotty shake. You’d relayed your fear to her once, when you were seven and she was eight, yet it remained a planted memory for her.

She didn't offer you words, just a nod, and you let your lips curl, dipping your head to hide your blush.

“I don't l-like knowing you're sad,” You stepped aside, making space for her to enter your bedroom and she moved intuitively to the scented candles decorating your dresser, burning them to welcome light into your space. “And I'm sorry. For making you sad.”

You shut the door instinctively, trapping her, with plans of keeping her. “Won't everyone notice you're gone?”

“Told them I was gonna go check the fuse box.” She laughed to herself, placing the last candle down, turning to face you in the darkened room, and you narrowed your eyes curiously. “I don't expect you to forgive me. But–”

“You want a drink?” You already had, forgiven her that was, and there lived no shame in your choice.

Scotty nodded, watching you stoop to the floor and she sat seconds later, mirroring you as you shoved the bottle toward her.

Dim candlelight brought your room to life, their low beacon silhouetting Scotty’s tipsy face as you watched her watch you. You were sitting across from her, chin on your knee with a smile as she permitted her palm to wander your outstretched leg. Her fingers brushed your ankle, making you giggle as she continued the action.

You would be forever indebted to the tequila she downed, because without it, this boldness would not bustle within her.

“Why have you been avoiding me, Viv?” Your eyes turned desperate, their gleam burning her in the dark.

“Haven't been avoiding you.”

You shook your head, “Liar.”

Scotty let her eyelids stutter as she scanned you, reading your written pages, decoding your metaphors with ease and you stiffened beneath her analysis. Scotty was your favorite story; a tale inscribed on your mended heart, but it seemed that she too was a lover of literature, particularly when you were depicted as the protagonist. “You don't like it when you don't have my attention.”

You huffed at her revelation. Suddenly, the booze you downed was no longer happy residing inside the depths of your stomach — it wanted out.

“I-I don't like when you ignore me for five days.” You managed to counter, just as a furious clang dropped from the heavens, making you jump.

Scotty’s lips fell, but her kneading fingers remained on your jeweled ankle, smoothing up and down, her intent set on calming you. “I'm sorry. I–”

“It made me think you weren't into me in that way.”

She blew a laugh, blushing under flickering flames and she craned her head toward the wet window. You wanted to keep her there, flustered as you were. “I-I don't think there's any other way to be into you. You're all I think about.”

“Then why go ghost after what happened between us?” You sucked in your bottom lip as you awaited her response, though the answer was one you knew already.

She massaged your socked foot now, thumb rooting deep with that strength you fantasized about, and fuck if you didn't pass out then. “You know why.”

“He doesn't matter. This is about us.”

Scotty sighed, “It's no secret that I don't have many friends. Your brother is my closest and oldest, his friendship means a lot to me. Can't ruin that.”

You grinned at her with a hum, blinking back the sting in your eyes and the surge of hurt her statement triggered. It wasn't worth the risk to her; you weren't worth the risk, caring for you, indulging in you. Scotty's goal wasn't to hurt, but the way she blurred these lines so easily was daunting. “Being with me could really mess your life up, huh? Well, we can't have that.”

“T-That's n-not how I meant it.”

“How did you mean it?” You snapped back, harsher than intended, making her flinch.

Scotty settled, taking a sip from the bottle before returning all her attention to your foot. Both hands clasped it now, and the pressure they provided sent shock waves through your entire body. “I don't want to mess up my friendship with your brother. But I also know my feelings for you aren't g-going anywhere, and I can't see myself doing anything halfway. Not ever, not with you.”

You gasped when she pushed in hard on your arch, throwing your head back with a low moan. “And especially not when you make sounds like that.”

Alcohol made Scotty brave, you’d discerned, you liked brave.

“W-What are you s-saying Scotty?”

She sighed again, “I'm saying I’m conflicted. I'm saying I like you a lot. I'm saying you make me crazy, but I know your brother and I know he won't approve.”

“You're saying a lot of things.” You both laughed, and she nodded.

“Yeah.”

Heavy rain banged on the windows, pattering on the house like your pattering hearts and you scooted closer to her on the carpet, tugging your foot from her fingers as Scotty's eyes widened. “Can I say my things now?”

There was a gulp, and Scotty nodded. For a moment, all you heard was the drumming in her chest that mimicked the unsettling thunder outside, but this rumble was not one you feared, however. Instead, it existed as the only roar that could settle you.

“I like you too, Scotty,” God, how you loathed diminishing your feelings, but you hoped she sensed the weight in your confession. “I wanna be with you. Breathing hurts when you're not around. If I make you crazy, then god dammit, you make me batshit fucking insane. What I feel for you, Vivienne… these words of mine cannot do that justice.”

“There's no way you're like that because of me.”

You sat in front of her now, and her breathing grew rapid. “Let me show you,” You straddled Scotty's lap, and immediately, her hands found your hips as if they called out to her. “Let me show you what I feel for you, Scotty. I want you to feel it all.”

“I know what you're asking for. But we–”

You shut her up with a kiss, a famished one, and a moan crept out of you and down her throat. Scotty's eager lips danced with yours, and you tasted the tequila on her tongue, the agent of desire driving all of the night's confessions. Scotty pulled away with a growl, panting as she pressed her wet mouth to your throat, teeth sinking into your sweaty skin, and you saw stars. “Fuck, Scotty. Do that again.”

“We shouldn't be doing this. I don't wanna–”

We can't. We shouldn't. Words that held no meaning as you bounced without patience on her lap, the only thing on your mind being that line you were anxious to cross. “Scotty, to hell with the fucking friendship. You want me, fucking take me.” Your hoodie came off, and her eyes found your bare breasts with a sigh, erect nipples entrancing her.

“Why are you doing this to me? Fuck…”

You licked her neck, and her grunt was enough to make you come right there. “Please touch me. Anywhere. N-Need to f-feel you, please Scotty, just…”

“Baby I–” Her hot lips were on your neck again; biting and sucking, leaving you drenched, and you fought the urge to shove her hand down your biker shorts. Scotty called you baby. She whimpered it, and if you weren't so horny you’d be in tears.

“S-Scotty…” Maybe you would cry, your desire to have her ravish you pulling on those dams in your eyes.

She shook her head, firm in her protest and you climbed off her, sitting topless on the carpet as you finally let those tears roll free. “You don't w-want me.”

Silence.

“It's alright. I’ll leave.” You stood, feet on a mission to lead you straight out the door.

But then Scotty stopped you, locking your wrist in her warm palm and you halted in her touch, “T-This is your room. And you don't have a shirt on.”

A wet laugh escaped you. You’d forgotten about your hoodie, you didn't even know where it landed when you tossed it, and your readiness to book it spoke to Scotty's skewing of your mind.

She spun you, cupping your wet face in the darkness and her forehead met yours. “Please don't ever think that I don't want you. I want you so bad it brings me to tears.”

“Show me.” She nodded, lips finding your wet ones again and you felt like you were ascending. The way her mouth moved against yours woke the family of butterflies living in your core, and their fluttering pushed for a continuance.

Scotty's eyes landed on your boobs when she pulled away, and her huff of air came instantly as she nuzzled her face into your chest with a grunt. “Fuck, oh my god. They're right in my face, they're right there. Please, god please can I–”

“Scotty, you can touch me wherever you want.”

There’d still been some hesitation on her end, but sure enough, Scotty lowered her mouth to your naked chest, peppering open-mouth kisses along your blazing skin. Your moans were already on their way out of your mouth, and by the time those caring lips swirled your right nipple, your sobs were carrying.

She suckled your breast hungrily, shoving your back up against the frosty bedroom door with a desperate hum. “God, you're so pretty. So soft, I-I can't–”

Your hard nipple was locked between her teeth, and you whined, running your fingers through her hair as the tingle the action created shot straight to your damp folds. “S-Scotty, baby... N-Need more. M-More.”

“Tell me. I’ll do anything,” She rolled your puffy bud in her anxious tongue, slobbering all over your boobs with her endless sucking, and you writhed, the sensation fogging your brain. “Fuck, baby I’ll do anything you want.”

She found the second one, nipping softly, and the feeling almost sent you to the ground. “Bed, p-please.”

Scotty held your waist, guiding you swiftly to your bed with her lips still latched to your nipples, and you were a moaning mess the entire while, whimpering her name with each step.

She stumbled, ushering you to your mattress and she sat you at the edge. “Baby I want– I-I…”

You clasped her cheeks, gazing into those starry eyes and you smiled. Electricity seemed so insignificant when Scotty's bright irises emitted such power. “Talk to me, Scotty. I know it's a lot, use your words, yeah?”

She nodded, “I just, I’ve never done it before, but fuck, I need to taste you so bad it's killing me.”

“Yes! Yes, anything you need, please!” Your response was rushed, bellowing out of you like a dangerous wind of want.

Her hands were on the waistband of your shorts then, grabbing greedily at the hem in the darkness. Everything about the way she moved showed desperation, and it was the hottest thing you'd been subjected to witnessing. It took Scotty longer than necessary to get your bottoms off, and once they hit your ankles, she whimpered. “N-No panties? God, what are you doing to me?”

She nestled her face into your thigh, taking a moment to admire your shiny dripping folds in the darkness. “You're so wet already.”

“Only for you. Please…” You sprawled wider, showing off your leaking pussy to the salivating girl before you, and she allowed herself to blink for the first time in minutes. It was a brief one; Scotty refused to take her eyes off the cunt she made wet.

“Can I? Please tell me I can put my mouth on you. Need t-to hear you say it.” Hot lips sucking on your inner thighs made you shudder as you searched your brain for those words she sought off your lips. It was hard, talking this much when all you wanted was to feel her tongue steeping in your slick.

Her lips were on your waist, kissing you delicately, sucking your supple skin in attempts to coax consent out your throat, “Baby… say it. Say it, please.”

She begged so sweetly, never had you heard such a simple request coated in that much vulnerability. Your fingers found her hair, and you nodded, dragging her head to your center. “Put your fucking mouth on me, Scotty.”

That initial stroke of her tongue packed a punch that knocked you straight into your purple sheets as you released a guttural cry, feeling her hungry fingers trail your convulsing stomach. “Oh my god!”

Her sucks were masterful, the sensation of Scotty trapping your clit between her tender lips snatching the air from your lungs. You wanted to moan, wanted to cry her name as her sucks built you up, but you couldn't. All sound was trapped in your throat as you let your tears slip silently with Scotty’s tongue inside your depths.

It was all a dream, an overwhelming dream, except it wasn't. This was real life, the lapping at your dripping core was happening in real-time. And she made sure you knew that; there had been no taunting, no edging, Scotty went right for it, slurping your honey-coated folds as though it were her only purpose. “S-Scotty…”

“Is it good? Am I doing good?”

“Fuck s-so damn good. Perfect.” You pushed your hot cunt harder into her face, and Scotty breathed you in deep, neglecting oxygen as she chose to bury herself in your spilling juices. “Just like that! Ooh just like that!”

“Like this?” The languid strokes against your excited bud sent you soaring, small whines tumbling from your lips as you nodded in approval, relaxing into the pressure.

Your tears rolled down your face as you reveled in the way your pussy accepted Scotty's starved mouth, your body finally receiving the attention you knew she deserved.

“You taste so good, can't believe you're this wet for me.”

“Oh, Scotty, baby, every drop is for you. Only you make me this wet! Only you!” You were gonna come soon, that dangerous tongue of hers luring your climax from her hiding place deep within you. She crept up slowly; shy and unsure, but the second eager fingers slipped into your pulsing hole, she exposed herself, and the spasming force of pleasure she harbored.

“Fuck! Oh! Oh! Scotty, I'm coming please, don't stop! Please please please, baby, don't stop!” You squirmed as your orgasm hit, flailing desperately as you screamed Scotty's name over, and over, and over. Her free hand found your wet nipple, squeezing, tugging as she continued to lick, and suck you through the pleasure rush, never once taking her eyes off your body's reaction to her touch. “God, baby, wait, wait, I-I can't!”

She shook her head as she allowed her tongue to replace her fingers inside you, “Not done.” Her mission being to drink in every drop, every trickle of your cum, the sap from the fruit she was forbidden to have. Scotty knew it would be too much for you, but stopping herself wasn't an option, so you would just have to take it.

Your pleading clit palpated against her taste buds, shivering the longer she licked, but you would rather be rendered unconscious before you denied Scotty access to your wetness.

“M’gonna make you come again.” Her tongue swirled your entrance, pushing in and out, in and out as she swallowed everything your pussy expelled, your fractured whines only egging her on.

You nodded, eyes spinning, as you began to let yourself plummet, tangling in your sheets from the overstimulation. “Make me come again b-baby! I only w-wanna come for you, Scotty!”

“Are you mine?” Scotty's hand left your nipple, fingertips grazing your quivering abdomen on their way down to spread your pussy lips as she devoured you.

Your hips jerked. She was so desperate, her words pulling on that second release, and you braced your shaking body for impact. “Yes, I'm all yours Scotty.” You’d always been hers.

One last thrust of her tongue broke that dam holding back your raining orgasm, and you squirted in her face, groaning long and loud as your toes curled and your heels dug into her shoulder blades.

“You sound so p-pretty. So gorgeous.”

Your chest heaved, and your vision was damn near nonexistent, small flames doing what they could to anchor you. But you saw her, you saw Scotty: her pretty smile as she emerged from your deepness, the way both loads of your cum decorated her lips, and the way she licked them clean before climbing up the bed to hover above you.

“Are you okay? You aren't talking to me.” You wanted to, but the mist in your mind eliminated every word you knew. Every word except those three. They existed on your tongue, brash in their fight to escape, but you refused to be bested, even in this fragile state. “Baby? Where are you, talk to me, please. Need to know you're alright.”

“Mmm.” It was small, barely audible, and it did not suffice for Scotty.

She cupped your face, loving as ever, and those deep, lust-filled eyes bore into your drooping ones, “Hey.”

“H-Hi.” You gave her a weak smile, still floating, barely conscious and she kissed you softly.

Scotty swooped your braids out of your face when she pulled back, marveling at your blown irises under the moonlight seeping through your cracked curtains. You’d forgotten about the rain, but the scattered showers hadn't forgotten you. They demanded you shut your eyes and drift, and they somehow managed to get Scotty onboard. “I think you're done for the night, yeah?”

This rattled your heart, the idea that she would stop touching you and you shot up breathlessly with a stern head shake. “No! No, I n-need to f-feel you, wanna m-make you come t-too.”

Her blush was instant, “I don't wanna make this about me, this is about you, I just want to take care of you.”

“It’s about us, Scotty,” You pulled her in for a deep kiss, tugging at her flannel. “T-Take this o-off.”

A smile covered her lips and she pushed off you to strip. You were propped up on your elbows as you watched her, a smirk hanging on your mouth as your butterflies attacked your insides. Scotty reached for her briefs, but you stopped her, “Wait! Let me just… take you in for a minute? Just wanna s-see you.”

You’d waited your entire life to have a naked Vivienne Scott all to yourself, and you'd be damned if you wasted even a second of this glorious moment.

Scotty chuckled nervously, standing before you in her sports bra and boxers, wrestling with the desire to hug her middle and you frowned. “Scotty, do you know how fucking gorgeous you are? God, it's overwhelming.”

“Thank y-you.” She slipped her underwear down and you moaned at the sight of her pretty pussy. Dripping and glimmering, just begging to be consumed, and you licked your lips at the thought of being buried between those thighs of hers as you took her to heaven with your tongue.

“Come here.” You beckoned her forth with a lone digit, and she pulled her bra off before allowing your call to draw her in. She climbed you, settling her waist between your open legs as she peered down at your mess, then back to your eyes. “See what you do to me, Viv? Only you can m-make me come that hard.”

Your confession made her blush, and she buried her head in the crook of your neck shyly, “You can't say that, god I don't know how to take stuff like that.”

The waves from her giggle as she pressed her lips to your neck tickled you, and it made you grin. “You're so cute, but it's true.”

“Can I kiss you?” The question was her way of shifting the subject, and you laughed at her bashfulness before agreeing, pulling her lips to yours eagerly. “You feel so good under me.”

“I wanna feel you against me, Scotty.”

•••

Your right leg hung over Scotty's left, hips rolling skillfully into hers as you allowed her soft clit to knock tenderly against your own. She brushed your stomach as you rode her pussy in the dark, eyes glued to the meshing happening at your equally slippery cores. “Oh, Scotty, feels so good, fuck! God!”

A blissed-out Scotty lived only in your dreams, sweating and panting from the pleasure you caused her, moaning your name as you humped her cunt with yours until she was spilling all over you. Never had you thought a reality such as this could exist, and the sensation of finally living it had you bawling above her as she groped your bouncing boobs. “So good baby, I can't–”

She too was crying below you, overwhelmed by the pleasure created when your clits kissed. “Come for me, Scotty. Oh my god, come all over me, wanna feel all of it.”

“You're so stunning, so beautiful. My beautiful girl.” You’d been keeping count of the many times she'd called you hers all night, and the sound of those words falling from her lips coupled with your tired bud pressing into hers numbed your mind.

You gripped the back of her thigh, feeling its warmth, its dampness as you slipped your pussy against her swelling folds, ears welcoming the slick sounds of your melding cores. Each squish, each splash, pulled on Scotty's release, and it delighted you, the idea that she was in this state because of you. Scotty was going to come because of you. “Your pussy is so pretty Scotty, the prettiest. Can't believe I'm about to make her come. Please come for me!”

“Yes baby, I'm close, you're gonna make me come!” Her protruding clit knocked into your erect one and you screeched, the pads of your fingers leaving impressions on her soft skin. You felt your cum trickle from inside you, seeping onto Scotty's sex, nice and warm as it lubricated your desperate jolts. Your pussy was made to mold with hers, your releases serving as the nectar of your love, fusing you to her, thick and sticky and everlasting.

As the storm outside your windows intensified, so did the passion blooming in your bedroom; the spluttering rain was no match for the wet sounds created by the loving collision of your dripping cunts.

She was breathless, eyes rolling as she gnawed on her dry lips and you smiled, noticing a bead of sweat running down her erratic chest.

You leaned forward, grinding never faltering, and you licked it, absorbing her perspiration with your thirsty tongue. Scotty’s body convulsed at the feeling of your tastebuds grazing her abs, and you trailed a long line of spit up her middle, to the space between her boobs before pulling the left one into your mouth. “Oh yes… so good, feels amazing, keep doing that.”

“Come on my pussy Scotty, don't hold anything back. You deserve it, baby, please.” You mumbled with her hard bud trapped between your teeth.

“I'm, I’m, fuck baby w-wait– I'm coming all over you! I-I…” And her hips rolled faster, her breathing grew harsher and Scotty arched off the bed, moaning a long gurgle of your name, and it was this that exorcized the spirit of your orgasm from your own trembling being, hips sticking and stuttering as you felt the warmth of Scotty's cum pouring out of her and onto you.

She jerked underneath you, involuntarily striking your exhausted clit and the pair of you hissed from the hurt. You wanted to stay that way, keep her there, gasping for air as her head swam in her rapid release, eyes dazed and dark with her breathing inevitably mirroring your quiet huffs. Your cunts and thighs were a mess, cum coating your bodies as it drizzled down your interlock limbs. After a while it became indiscernible, whose juices belonged to who, but you didn't care, because you liked it that way, you loved it that way.

Scotty was an extension of you, your pleasure an extension of her own.

“That was amazing, baby, I-I, Th-thank you. I…”

You kissed her forehead, pulling her in as she caught her breath, and you smiled into her damp eyes. “Scotty, I need you to f-fuck me.”

“I d-don't,” You felt her tense, and her panic set in. “I’ve n-never–”

You pecked her, nibbling her bottom lip before pulling away, “S’okay. I’ll show you how I like it, just please, I need it. I need you.”

“I’ll do whatever you want.”

•••

“It's okay baby.” You were holding Scotty's face as she hovered above you, your trembling thighs widening to grant her entrance. As dark as it was, your slickness beamed brightly in the lack of light, shining only for her.

You pulled her in, ignoring her spilling tears as you planted a kiss on those delicate lips of hers. “I trust you, and I know you won't hurt me.”

Scotty nodded, gripping the head of the strap in her shaking fist as she rubbed it up against your achy clit, pulling on a hiss that prickled your eyes. “Scotty, I–”

The sensation was a lot; too much, and the building friction of the sensual assault on your bud had you weeping once more. “I know baby, I know. I just… Please let me rub it here for a little while,” Scotty used her hips now, avoiding your awaiting hole as she pushed the slicked toy through your tired folds, your clit throbbing beneath each glide. “You're so wet, I just wanna hear it, okay? Just wanna rub it against you.”

You could come from this: the pain, the pleasure, every emotion Scotty unlocked inside of you. But you were fighting it, battling that creeping crack deep down, because you wanted your last orgasm to consume you with the love of your life submerged in your canal.

She kissed you, guzzling your warm tears sitting on your puffy lips, “Please tell me you're wet for me. Tell me I can put it in, please?”

“S-So wet for you Scotty, please put it in, I need you, baby, need you so bad it fucking hurts.”

She wasted no time sinking into your searing heat after that, making you sob upon delivery, and you pulled her closer. Your nipples grazed hers with each of her ruts as your sopping cunt sucked her in, and she moaned in unison with you at the sudden contact. Her open mouth was on your wet cheek, pecking you as she filled you, stuffing your hollowed bones with a syrupy salve contrived of pure ecstasy. Her long, laggard strokes did away with that gorgeous ache you'd grown to love.

You just felt her — Scotty’s essence existed everywhere.

She was deep, bottoming out with the sexiest grunt you'd ever heard. The feeling of being stretched out around her as she worked your hole warped your mind, and you lost your grip on reality the higher she took you, something she sensed as she studied your contorting features. “Baby, b-baby, stay with m-me, eyes on me, okay?”

“I know. I'm g-good, keep doing it like that. Fuck me d-deeper. Need to feel all of you.”

Scotty swatted your watering orbs, rocking into your g-spot with all the care in the world, eyes swallowed black like the night sky as she spread your worn-out cunt with precision. “You're so precious, I-I don't want to ruin you.”

“Ruin me Scotty. Fucking ruin me.” Wet eyes clouded your vision, blurring the distant flicker of your candle’s waning flames as the sound of Scotty fucking you filled the room. Though gentle, her drives held power, sending tsunami-level waves of exhilaration through your cells. You could feel your pussy blooming wider as she drilled you into your creaking bed, and you inhaled the prominent aroma of Mulberry and Vanilla dancing in your room, allowing it to lull you.

Staccato thrusts tore you apart with each loving jolt, electrifying you as you wailed in her arms. Scotty was breaking you just so she could mend you. “You're doing amazing, s-so perfect. Don't cry baby, I'm taking care of you. Does that feel good?”

"G-Good."

She nestled into your bruised neck, inhaling you deep with grunts that made you quake. “Thank you for letting me take care of you, s’all I’ve ever w-wanted, baby.”

“I-I…” Your throat burned from all the crying, and you gripped tightly to her rolling shoulders, pulling her impossibly closer to your barren skin. “I love you, Scotty.”

Three little words. You’d been battling them all night, warring with them all your life, and tonight they emerged victorious. Their might surpassed your own in this state, frail and fucked out, floating aimlessly on your many billows of bliss. So you spit them out, and without hesitation, Scotty drank them, allowing her slow thrusts to gain speed as though your declaration were fueling her.

“I love you too. I love y-you s’much. You mean everything to me, you're m-mine.”

“I’m y-yours, Scotty. Only yours.” She bit your neck, hard, pulling on your hot wells, and you watched them drizzle down her bare back, mirroring the raindrops racing one another down your fogged windows.

“Please come for me. Please, please, need you to come with me inside you baby, you're so beautiful when you come, sound s-so pretty.”

You nodded weakly, already feeling that tensing band deep within. It wrapped around itself, stiffening — toughening into a coil whose demise was inevitable with the way Scotty fucked into the creamy chasm of your cunt. And you felt your walls narrow, clenching the strap and holding it in place the second she pressed the tip into your overstimulated nerves. You came then, eyes rolling like the thunder stifling your scream as your red nails punctured Scotty's flesh.

Her hips stammered when she knocked them into yours, and she used your throat as a silencer, grunting lowly into your sticky skin, weeping as you were from her own approaching climax. “I'm, I'm, b-baby I’m coming. Please, let m-me, I wan-wanna, Can I…”

You huffed, exhaustion treading through your body as you pursed your lips to kiss her head, “Let it out, Scotty. Give it to me, yeah? I love you so much, you make me feel so fucking good baby.”

Your name leapt from her stomach with one last push, and she whimpered softly into your ear, panting like a dog. “I love y-you.”

You were barely awake when Scotty eased her way out of your used walls, and you squirmed, feeling your hole clench around the absence of her stretch. You cried still, body vanquished by the thrill of the entire ordeal. Her lips pillowed your wet face tenderly before she rolled beside you, the pair of you exhaling on the same breath as the rain comforted your weariness.

Scotty said nothing, and her prolonged silence forced your mind to wander. Had she regretted the sex? Had she regretted you? Did she truly love you as you loved her? You wept heavier now, sniffling in the darkness, “I-I guess… I guess y-you should get going now. Don't w-wanna get cau–”

“Did y-you mean it?”

Your turn in the sheets was immediate, words steeped in admiration as you spoke, “I meant all of it, Viv.”

“Me too.”

You exhaled, mustering the courage to request to hear it again. “Can… I wanna hear you say it again. Please? Tell me again.”

Scotty did away with that practiced stutter, welcoming confidence into her confession. “I love you.”

“And I love you. Deeply, entirely, and unequivocally, Vivienne Scott.”

She sighed, and you detected her wavering assurance in the brush of her fingers when she stroked your side, “I-I w-want to be yours.”

You kissed her, sipping the fervor raining from her swollen lips as you permitted her respire to enter your being, melting the ache you once thought to be eternal. “You're mine.”

•••

Getting Scotty up and dressed proved to be exceedingly difficult. Rain still poured, the lights were still out and you were certain her absence would be questioned eventually. So she needed to be gone. “Baby, please, I don't wanna leave you. Just one more kiss? Last one please, please!”

Fuck… She deserved it. You wanted her to have it, but there was no time. You knew your brother well, and you had no plans of dealing with his scolding tonight if caught, not after the experience you and his best friend just shared. You wanted to allow yourself time to float on your high. But Scotty wanted one more kiss, and her lips were morphine. “Okay. One, Scotts, just one.”

“One.”

You pecked her, guiding her to the door and she whined into your throat, forcing you to swallow the heat it pushed out, and the gust shocked every last one of your nerves. You reached for the knob, lips still locked, and you pulled the door open. “You have to go.”

She giggled, stealing another peck before stepping into the hallway, flannel bunched in her fists, belt still unbuckled.

“Bye.” She said it, but her feet had yet to move, and all you could do was smile.

“I love you so much.” You pulled her in again, kissing her deeper, fuller, and it was you who moaned aloud this time as you fumbled with her belt buckle, wanting to clasp it for her, but fighting the urge of falling to your knees.

Her lips hovered over yours, sweeping, ghosting, and heating your feverish skin, “I lov–”

“Scotts, you still up here? I don't think you're gonna get that fuse fixed mate, the whole–” Your brother looked up from his phone, shining his flashlight down the dark hallway, and directly into your faces. “Yo, man what the fuck?!”

#scotty x reader #vivienne scott x reader #scotty x black!reader #vivienne scott x black!reader #scotty banana #vivienne scott #letitia wright #lyricswriting #myworks #scotty x black!fem!reader #vivienne scotty x black!fem!reader #letitia wright scotty #letitia wright x black!reader

[bbbbbbrilliantly]

I’m still mad about Tish being snubbed the way she was.

She carried the Black Panther franchise on her back and allowed it not only continuity but endless potential.

And let’s not even get started on how they destroyed the box office yet they still would not acknowledge her and what she was able to do even after almost DYING to do it.

The disrespect was unreal.

#letitia wright #letitia wright fanfiction #letitia wright x black!reader #dr. letitia wright #black panther #black panter wakanda forever

[gweelczz]

“Cat Got Your Tongue?” PT. 1

Rosalie Otterbourne × Black!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive, smut in pt.2, Rosalie being the only woman ever, reader is a simp off rip, reader is the sister of Cab Calloway and the cousin of Billie Holiday, Rosalie has rizz

Summary: Being in love she didn't know whether she was falling or flying but she was airborne either way... or a story about a woman falling head over heels for another woman in the 1930s

Hello everyone! I am Red, I’m new to writing on this app so I hope you all enjoy my stories

—“In my solitude….”

Her voice rang out, bold but sweet being amplified by the silver microphone in front of her. A white mink wrapped around her shoulders with satin gloves to match, her gown cascading to the ground wrapping around her mid arm showing off her collarbones and shoulders. Her dark hair pinned with a side part showing off her sparkling diamond earrings she’s never been seen without.

She gripped the microphone with a ring clad hand, her face expressing an expression of pain and longing. How she longed to be kissed in the darkness of the night and held close to a warm chest as she slept. She hated sleeping alone, the bed was always so cold and too big, loneliness was a heavy cloud hanging over her pouring down sadness as she sang from her heart a song by one of het favorite artists who too understood what it was like to be alone, to crave being desired and wanted.

She quickly wiped a tear bowing her head in defeat succumbing to the emptiness in her heart, she sang once more her voice never wavering no matter how broken she was “In my solitude…”. Her auburn orbs scanned the silvery fogged room as she sang not looking for anything in particular, that is until another set of dark eyes found hers.

They belonged to a fellow woman, her skin, the perfect description of coffee beans. Eyes sparkling underneath the lights filled with curiosity, her shoulders rolled back as she stood her demeanor reeking of power mixed with independence. An arched eyebrow raised at Y/N, those dark eyes wordlessly asking her a question “who are you?”.

Y/N continued to sing to the crowd until her set came to an end. She bowed softly sweetly thanking the crowd before exiting stage left to give the spotlight to her brother Cab Calloway and his band. She made her way over to the bar ordering a drink as the upbeat jazz music rang throughout the club. She tapped her feet to the music glancing around observing her surroundings.

She wasn’t one for big places like this filled wall to wall with people, she was a homebody at heart preferring to stay home with a glass of wine and a good book. She had no interest in sleazy men who couldn’t take no for an answer or men in general for that matter. No no, she wanted to be a woman’s woman.

Y/N sighed to herself turning to face the stage when she felt a tap on her shoulder, turning to her left she prepared herself to cuss out yet another man who didn’t know how to take a hint only for the words to die in her throat.

She rendered herself speechless once she discovered who touched her, she turned coming face to face with the one and only Rosalie Otterbourne. “I.. I um..” she couldn’t bring herself to speak to the beautiful woman who decided to bless Y/N with her presence.

She opened her mouth to try again when she heard it, the sweetest sound she’d ever heard besides music. She’d heard a giggle, a soft giggle rang out from Rosalie’s throat as she stared at the speeches woman. “Cat got ya tongue honey?” She softly laughed slightly throwing her head back as she did so. Y/N thought she was beautiful from afar but she was breathtaking up close. Rosalie smirked at the other holding out her hand “I’m Rosalie, Rosalie Otterbourne niece and manager of the Salome Otterbourne. What’s your name sugar?”

Y/N swooned at the southern accent dripping from Rosalie’s lips, she took the other’s hand gently shaking it with a smile “I’m Y/N Calloway”. Rosalie’s smile faltered a bit at she gazed at the woman in front of her “as in the sister of the Cab Calloway?” Her eyes widening slightly as she spoke.

Y/N slightly chuckled, eyes flickering towards her brother on the stage who was already looking at her with a grin before turning her attention back to Rosalie. “Yes ma’am the one and only” she took a sip of her drink smiling at Rosalie, she noticed she was still holding the other’s hand as she gazed down for a second.

She quickly let go not noticing the way Rosalie frowned at this. Rosalie being the bold woman she is took Y/N��s hand into hers once more as she slid into the seat beside her. “You can hold my hand honey, I don’t mind it one bit especially if it’s a beautiful woman” Rosalie winked at Y/N before she turned her attention to the bartender ordering herself a drink. “Lord knows I shouldn’t drink on the job but a little liquid courage ain’t neva hurt nobody”

Y/N nodded her head in agreement humming as a vocal response. She took this time to take in the beauty next to her that went by the name of Rosalie. Her eyes scanned from her black hair down the black pumps her feet adorned. She knew of Ms. Otterbourne but to see her in the flesh boldly flirting with her was another. Raising her glass to her lips she downed her drink to get some courage before she shot back a flirt herself. “Well you’re one to speak Ms. Otterbourne, I’ve been blessed with the presence of a goddess”

This in turn made Rosalie turn in her seat placinga hand onto Y/N’s knee with a smirk. “Now that’s more like it, how about after my performance we go up to my room and talk as friends, I sure could use one”. Y/N nodded her head agreeing automatically, she wanted this woman and she was hell bent on making Rosalie hers. “Sounds great to me, you blow these people outta the water now ya hear?” Rosalie tilted her head back releasing a laugh while giving Y/N a glimpse of her sparkling teeth. “I shall do just that”

#letitia x reader #letitia wright x reader #letitia wright x black!reader #rosalie otterbourne × black!fem!reader #rosalie otterbourne x reader #rosalie otterbourne #death on the nile #1930s au #shuri udaku #shuri x reader #wakanda forever #surrounded movie #mo washington #mo washington x reader #jamie harrison x reader #urban hymn #jamie harrison #scotty banana #vivienne scott x reader #vivienne scott

[fentibeauty]

━ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭.

summary- you walk in your dorm with a serious limp after dance practice. your roommate and girlfriend notices and offers to help by stretching you out.

a/n- this randomly popped up in my head while i was listening to brent and i had to write it down before i forgot it lol. otw to my cruise so this may be the last fic i write until next month lord

warnings- mentions of sexual activity , profanity, shuri being an amazing girlfriend. shuri also being a little sneaky thang.

tags— @melodykisses @shuris-whore @saturnville @haechvn @ppawmpkin @cherios @vargskelegore @angeliquebones @szalipcombo @shurireigns @rxcently (comment if you wanna be in tag list)

*. * · ݈ hbcu! shuri ✗ black!reader *. * ·

you unlocked the door and slowly limped into your dorm. your girlfriend shuri was laying on her head reading a book she has to write a report on.

with small groans you made it to your bed with a loud “hmph.” shuri put her book down, “are you okay, my love?” there was a tone of humor in her question.

“everything hurts.” you mumble. even though what you said was a bit incoherent, shuri was able to hear you. “why does everything hurt? you’re a pro at dancing. you do everything with no effort.” she asked as she got up from bed and sat on yours.

shuri started to rub your legs, “do you need help?” she asked quietly. “how are you going to help me, ri?” shuri got on her knees and positioned herself in front of you.

“let me stretch you out.”

“let me stretch you out.”

you won’t lie, when those words left shuri’s mouth your mind took a left and thought of other thinks you knew she wasn’t referring to at the moment. shuri soon caught on and held a sly smirk before laughing. “not in that way, you nasty girl.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you smiled. shuri let out an amused scoff and looked down at your legs.

“okay, let’s see what we’re working with here, shall we?”

shuri was now between your legs, started off by using the pit of her hands to massage your thighs. you let out a noise of discomfort but also relief. shuri looked down at you, the face you had on your face reminded her of previous events.

“this position is fairly familiar, no?” shuri teased as she continued with what she was doing.

“but i was the one with my mind in the gutter.” you commented. shuri let out a smile laugh.

she rubbed over this one particular spot that was the most tender causing, what sounded like a moan leave your lips. you realized it was a bit too much for shuri when she paused her movements.

“oh, i’m sorry. it slipped out.” you let her know, shuri looked into your eyes before continuing, it seemed as though she was fighting something within her. “no need to apologize, love.”

shuri then grabbed the pit of your knees and spreaded your legs apart. you winced and hissed in pain, “it feels like you’re hurting me on purpose.” you whined.

“never love, you’re just very tense i can feel it in your muscles.”

shuri got closer, and made herself taller. she looked down at your crouch before looking back at you with a smirk. “shuri! be focused.”

“so very sorry, i can’t help it. she’s looking right at me. she wanted to say hello.” she tried to reason. “oh please, it seemed like you want to say hello.” you looked up at her with your legs still in the air; in her hands.

“i do want to say hello.” she leaned down and became face to face with your pussy, “hello, good to see you again.” she joked as she left a kiss on the top of it making you squirm just a bit.

“will you stop??!” your cheeks heated up, even with your chocolate skin, shuri could still tell you were blushing. “distracted aren’t i. that’s just what you do to me.”

shuri watched you once more, “god i love your thighs baby.” she complimented. you were indeed a very thick girl, you grew up with your greens and cornbread. it was bound to happen!

as you walked around campus with shuri, people wondered how shuri could handle someone like you. the girls you danced with swore you would break shuri as easy as a twig but they were wrong.

most nights after sex, you would be the one limping and needing to be rejuvenated. shuri on the other hand would be just fine.

shuri is definitely stronger than most people think but that’s not any of their business, they can think what they want to think.

anyway.

shuri bent your legs back as much as you allowed it. your legs very much did go to your head and boy was shuri amazed. “jesus, you are so damn flexible.” she gazed at how she had you folded like a pretzel.

shuri couldn’t help it, she couldn’t.

she brought her front and pressed it against yours. “oops.” her tone with two octaves deeper. you knew shuri wouldn’t be able to control herself.

“s-shuri.” you said in a warning tone, yes you were sore but you’ll never decline any sexy time with your lover. “sh, sh. let’s continue.” she went on like nothing happened.

she put one of your legs down and focused on one leg. she straightened it and bent it back. another moan left your mouth, this time it was far more clearer to shuri’s ears. she tucked her bottom lip and stared directly into your eyes.

“okay yeah, maybe we should stop before i make you sorer than what you are now.” she was deadass.

shuri was dead fucking ass.

#hbcu!shuri x black!reader #shuri udaku #shuri x black!reader #shuri x woc!reader #princess shuri #letitia wright x black!reader

[an1meslvt]

|attitude|

tag: toxic!shuriri x blackfemreader

warnings: smut, smut, smut! (18+)toxic relationship themes, a bit of angst, dom!shuri, dom!switch! riri, sub!reader, bdsm themes, fluff at the end :)

translations: xhosa: kuqhubekani-what’s going on, thatha yonke into endikunika yona-take everything i give you. sthandwa-my love, usana-baby, ewe-yes

summary: you’re fed up with how shuri and riri have been in the lab, and giving less and less attention everyday…but it gets resolved. :)

you laid comfortably in the bed you shared with riri and shuri. they were down at the lab (as always) and you were quite bored honestly. ever since this big project came up, they’ve been distant due to the constant need to tweak what they’ve already worked on. now you being the considerate girlfriend you are, you completely understood that they needed to work and honestly it didn’t really bother you….at first that is.

you knew they wouldn’t always be around since shuri is a well know scientist and the queen of wakanda, and riri was her right hand man on missions and projects, but got damn! you didn’t think you would feel basically like a damn child waiting for their parents to give them attention(cuz that’s literally how you felt.)

as you thought about it more, the more annoyed you got. and to make matters worse, they haven’t been home in almost a damn week(except to shower and change, and sometimes barely that.) “bruh this shit so unfair.” you mumbled, getting up from the bed to go into the kitchen. you aggressively took out the items you needed to make dinner.

as if the universe could have the worst possible timing, riri and shuri walked in the door with wide smiles on their faces (that soon dropped when they saw how mad you clearly were.) “woah, ma! what’s wrong?” riri’s voice was slightly raised as she addressed you. “yea y/n, kuqhubekani?” shuri asked.

angrily, you threw a bowl in the sink, causing the two to jump. “how could you ask a dumb ass question like that? what’s wrong is how yall been in that mfin lab for a whole damn week! what about me?!! huh?! i need attention too!.” you yelled. shuri and riri both scrunched their faces up at your yelling.

“ok first of all calm down and talk like you got sum sense. second of all you know how important this project is so why you tripping, baby girl?” riri spoke, causing shuri to look at you expecting an answer. “maybe because it seems like the only people in this relationship is y’all two! it’s just fuck me and my feelings, right?!” you said now calming down a little, but still angry.

“so we get yelled at because you wanna be an attention whore? wow, that’s crazy.” shuri laughed. this bitch-she had the audacity to call you an attention whore just because you felt neglected?!!?? oh hell no! “oh so i’m an attention whore because i wanna spend quality time with my significant others?! you got me ALL the way fucked up.” you began to walk upstairs to the shared bedroom.

they followed close behind you, curious to see what you were about to do. once reaching your bedroom, you pulled out a suitcase. “i honestly don’t know why you pulling out yo suitcase cuz you not goin no where.” riri said, throwing your suitcase on the ground. shuri followed up by kicking the suitcase down the stairs. “y/n you need to stop playing with us as if we can’t track you down wherever you go, kimoyo beads or not.” shuri said, glaring at your kimoyo beads.

“and y’all need to stop thinking you can talk to me any kinda way! i’m not some child so stop treating me like one!” you we’re beyond hurt at this point. the two people you loved the most were growing further and further apart from you.

“Look y/n, maybe you should start being considerate of our work! we go in that lab everyday and bust our asses to make sure you and wakanda is safe!” riri yelled, walking up to you. “you’ve been more irritable lately, y/n…what your problem?” shuri now began to walk towards you. ok, now you were getting anxious. these mfs is ganging up on you! now you were fully pressed against a wall.

“why are y’all fucking ganging up on me?! all this because i want to feel loved by my girlfriends?!” the tears couldn’t stop and their faces softened as they looked at you, realizing their mistake. “y/n baby we’re so-” you cut shuri off before she could finish.

“no! i don’t wanna hear it! fuck you! fuck both of you! how dare you treat me like shit and call me names when you’re the ones who should be getting yelled at!?!” you pushed past them, grabbing your purse and phone, putting on shoes and walking out the door to your car.

of course they followed you outside, begging you to stay. “come on, y/n! don’t be like that!” riri yelled, running after you. you got in your car and closed your door before they could get to you. you pulled out of the drive way and just drove. you didn’t have a specific destination.

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

it’s been about 2 hours since you left and shuri and riri have begun to worry. they hadn’t gone out to look for you yet being that they knew you wanted space, but DAMN. 2 hours is absolutely insane. you took your kimoyo beads off so they couldn’t track you the easy way, they were about to do the next best thing until you finally walked through the door.

they both both ran towards you, showering you in love. “baby! are you alright?!” “are you you hurt or anything?! where did you go?!” you pushed passed them, heading up to the shared bedroom. they frowned as they followed you.

“y/n? will you talk to us please? we just want to know if you’re ok.” shuri spoke and riri nodded in agreement. “i’m fine, i went for a little drive and stopped to get me something to eat. is that ok?” you spoke, giving them a side eye and rolling them as well. riri and shuri looked at eachother before sharing a light chuckle.

“ok y/n, you getting a lil too bold now, ma. roll them pretty eyes again and see what we do.” you scoffed before turning to face them fully. “not shit, that’s what. i really don’t wanna talk to y’all right now.” you said waving them off, but shuri wasn’t goin for it.

she grabbed your arm tightly before giving you that look. “you wanna repeat that princess?” shuri said and riri followed up right behind her. “yea cuz obviously you we must’ve heard you wrong or sum…cuz ain’t no way you just said that.”’she then pulled on your other arm so now you were basically restricted.

they begin to kiss your neck, slowly removing each item of clothing you had on (as well as themselves). “you want us to show how sorry we are, mami?” shuri asked, biting your neck like a starved animal. you let out a faint “yes please.” to let them know they could continue.

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

“oh fuuuccckk.” you moaned in ecstasy. riri was between your legs while shuri kissed all over you. “yea? you like that?” she whispered in your ear, softly biting it afterwards. your hands were cuffed to the rails of the headboard and you had a silk blindfold on.

“oh shit riri! please don’t stop!” you moaned loudly, causing riri to bring her head up and move her fingers faster. “hmmm, i don’t know, ma. do you deserve to cum?” she said, giving off fake sympathy. your breathing hitches as you reached your orgasm. “please mommy! please let me cum!” you were so close, you just hoped she wouldn’t deny your orgasm. luckily for you, she granted your wish.

“alright, cum baby. and it better be a lot too.” as if on cue, you came, creaming all over her fingers. your legs quivered as she overstimulated you. when you finally had enough, you squeezed your legs together, which made her slow down and come to a stop.

she gave your pussy light peck before coming up to let you taste yourself. “hey, i wanna taste her too! kiss me.” shuri said, causing riri to laugh and kiss her. “now it’s my turn. riri, go into the the closet and get my strap for me baby, while i eat baby girl’s pussy.” riri smiled and nodded, scurrying to do what shuri asked of her.

“awww. it’s so swollen baby. and you’re leaking! you ready to cream for me, huh? you ready to cum again?” she rubbed your pulsating nub causing you to ooze more cream. “yes!” you yelled, but shuri slapped your thigh. “yes what?” “yes daddy!” you squealed as she connected her lips with your clit, her fingers sliding inside of you. just then, riri walked in with the strap in hand.

“oh? she creamin already? damn, ma, ian know you was like that.” riri laughed climbing in the bed next to you, kissing your neck sweetly. shuri’s head bobbed up and down between your legs, her fingers moving rapidly. you moaned loudly, your chest moving up and down due to your heavy breathing and gasps.

“daddy! i’m gonna cum! oh shit i’m gonna cum!” you screamed. shuri moaned into your pussy before speaking. “do it, sthandwa. cum in my fucking mouth.” shuri said aggressively, lapping up your juices. riri whispered in your ear, telling you to “do what daddy tells you and cum, baby.” making your back arch instantly, cumming all over shuri’s face and fingers.

“good girl.” they both cooed to you. shuri thanked riri for grabbing the strap for her before standing up to put it on. the strap was of course made of vibranium, and i was about 8 inches long with veins that glowed a blueish purple. “ri, lay y/n between your legs so you can keep her calm…she’s gonna need it.” shuri said, climbing into the bed and running her hands up your exposed torso.

she spread your legs and put them on her shoulders. “i’m gonna fuck you so good, usana.” shuri said before bottoming out. you gasped loudly, pulling at your cuffs. “daddy!” you moaned, instantly creaming around the sex toy. “mmm baby. you sound so fucking good, you making mommy’s pussy so wet.” riri said biting her lip.

you let out the most pornographic sounds as shuri pounded your fat pussy, and riri whispered dirty words in your ear, fondling your breast. “i know baby, i know. you taking what we give you so good.” shuri said, barely above a whisper. they couldn’t see it, but your eyes was rolled to the back of your sockets as shuri hit your spot. you couldn’t control your body anymore.

“fuck baby, wish you could see how good you look right now, shit.” riri moaned. just then, shuri began to drill into you, catching you by surprise and making you squirt. “fuckkk! ok daddy! okayyyyy!” you screamed, trying to run from her unforgiving speed, but she held you down. “nuh-uh baby, thatha yonke into endikunika yona.” shuri said in a very dominant manner.

“say you’re sorry baby. tell me and daddy your sorry then we’ll give you and that pretty pussy a break.” riri said, slapping you pussy a couple of times. “oh shittt! fuck, i’m sorry! i’m sorry guys please! i won’t act up no moreee!” you moaned. shuri and riri smirked in satisfaction. “mhm, yeah. tell us who this pussy belongs to.” shuri said, rubbing your clit. “it belongs to youuu! oh shit, this pussy belongs to both of you!” you screamed, on the brink of cumming so hard.

riri looked up at shuri who was already looking at her. shuri nodded which let riri know everything. “go ahead and cum baby, cum for mommy and daddy. make that pretty pussy come for us.” riri said in your ear, feeling on your upper body. you being basically brainwashed by them, you came as soon as they told you to. shuri finally stopped and began the after care process.

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

you layed in between them both, their arms draped over you in a protective yet lazy manner. “we’re sorry, ma. we should be more considerate of your feelings and make time for you, and we shouldn’t have called you out of your name.” riri cooed, causing shuri to nod in agreement. “ewe, usana. we promise to be better from now on.”

you smiled weakly before snuggling into them and speaking softly. “it’s ok i forgive you guys. and i love y’all so much…please don’t ever leave me.” they both nodded. “we love you too baby, and we won’t ever leave you! we 4Lferss!” riri said, making you and shuri laugh. you loved them annoying ass mfs so much.

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

©️ an1meslvt

author: i hope y’all liked this one! i did my best for y’all! send request loves 🫶🏾💕 also @imshurisbabymama here’s your tag, pretty! 🫶🏾

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[demie90s]

Permission

Scotty x Fem!Reader

Part 1

Warnings⛔️⚠️: Cringe?😭

Authors Writes: My bad but I have another idea for a series. 😔

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"All I needed was milk..and tea bags...and a packet of AA batteries. It was a Tuesday...6:30 and that's when I thought...that's it...that's who want to spend my whole life with."

I listened and watched her lust filled eyes as she stared straight at my cousin Dean glancing at me every now and again as I sipped on my tea.

The three of us sitting there in the lunch area for probably 25 minutes.

I leaned back in my seat slightly distancing myself away from the table.

I cant say that I am sad. It does not really bother me. I should just be glad she happy.

We're not together however It's not like we haven't done things.

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Flashback-One month ago

After deciding she wanted to try getting high for the first time Dean suggested she went to you. After all in their eyes you were the expert, and you were happy to help.

I mean what are friends for. Right?

…..30 mins in…..

Scotty sitting on the bed. You looking down to her. Love by Kendrick Lamar playing softly in the background.

“Okay now close your eyes and just let me lead…Alright?” You said gently lifting her chin to look up to you now standing between her legs hearing a low hum signaling for you to start.

Smirking slightly as you lowered to her level putting your left hand on the bed beside her hip. Gently grabbing the back of her neck with your right and kissing the corners of her mouth. Brushing your lips teasingly across hers.

Moving your left hand from the bed to the back of her head tilting it upward gripping her throat gently but firm making her open her mouth slightly to connect into a passionate kiss. Tongues dancing against one another as they fight for dominance.

Pushing her on her back making the kiss intensify as you straddle her waist. Her hands lightly caressing your back as you grind against her. Hearing a muffled moan making you smile and come up.

She looks at you with wide eyes a little embarrassed not holding eye contact for long. Slowly leaning back in to peck her lips.

“Your so cute.” You say kissing her all over her face and neck making her bust into a fit of giggle’s.

Suddenly you hear a knock on your bedroom door. Making her jump with a worried look. Kissing her one last time.And winking you get off the bed and head toward the door fixing your rolled up shirt.

“Yes Mother?”

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“What’s she look like?” Dean asked mesmerized by her story. I lean back up interested to hear too. She glances at me for a short while then looks down at the table. “I cant say but I think she’s lovely.” She says happily.

“Well you might never see her again.” Dean says dipping he finger in his drink. “I’ve seen her loads. I’ve made it a goal to see her at least once every week” she says quietly looking at her hands. “And how many times have you seen her this week?” He asked curiously. “26”she says shrugging her shoulders making him laugh while I smirk still drinking my tea.

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[poeith5]

In the Shadow of Her (sneak peek)

'where's my money?!' 'huh?'

Tish hates it when somebody,anybody, messes with her coin.

*gunshot*

Blood splatters across the floor as Letitia pulls the trigger on an enemy who's life will not be missed. She cleans herself up,dressing in the finest suits and casual clothing:all black of course.

She gets in her ride and tells the chauffeur:

"Take me to the U."

In which she sees what she wants and she gets it.

In this case, its Ty'Vonn Symie Allens.

Letitia handles her situations as easy way or hard way. The easy way equals no lives lost,forgotten,and even cried.

Whereas the hard way...well alittle messy and dangerous.

Letitia then sends a text to said girl.

'Hello,Ty'Vonn.'

'who tf is this?'

'why are you hiding from me?'

'what the hell are you talking about?'

Ty'Vonn looks at her phone in confusion and fear as she reads the message on her phone.

Across the street,you have 'her' the one in the deep darkest part of the shadow, watching from afar.

Wondering how is she gonna get her?

Suddenly,a phone rings.

It's Ty's phone,scaring Ty in the midst of it all.

"Hello?"

"Hi,my beautiful Ty'Vonn"

"Who the fuck is this?"

"Tsk,tsk,tsk. I would watch my tone if i were you."

Ty'Vonn looks around the area as she sits on a bench with her belongings clutching an all black razor blade for protection

"Like I said the first time, WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?"

'The person on the other side of the phone just sits in silence, breathing'

"I'll see you tonight,my pretty girl. My little Vonnie."

'The phone hangs up and in the distance, you hear a car drive off.

Ty'Vonn searches the area for a sign of the police or someone she can to go for help.

She gives up and heads back to her college dorm, Delta Sigma University for Black Youth. Looking and checking her surroundings,spooked out of her mind.

Once,she reaches her dorm,she shuts it tight and locks it so no one enters.

As she takes a deep breath,she gets ready for the night. Not knowing that in the deep darkness of the nightlife,there a shadow was watching.'

#letitia wright fanfiction #letitia wright x black!reader #black tumblr #black reader #letitia x reader

[tenochconamor]

Tenoch Huerta and Letitia Wright hugging on the set of Black Panther Wakanda Forever. It's cute that she went on her tip toes. Tenoch gives the best hugs.

Source

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[tittiesnletitia]

Letitia:

Also Letitia:

#on the SAME NIGHT TOO may i add #©️karrobra on tt #kehlani #letitia wright #letitia wright x reader #vibranium strap #princess shuri #shuri black panther #shuri udaku #shuri x reader #shuri x you #shuri x y/n

[axailslink]

What's sexier in black?

LETITIA fucking WRIGHT

And she wearing the grills good LAwDY

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[inmyheadimobsessed]

Feels So Good Getting What I Want

pairing: shuri ✘ black!fem!reader

summary: you've returned home for the first time in months with news, and for the first time with shuri. you're admittedly nervous, and she's there for moral support, but shuri has a keen way of getting what she wants that may make relaying said news to your parents a tad bit harder.

word count: 6.3k

contains: smut (18+), slight thigh riding, oral (shuri receiving), strap!reader, sub!shuri, softdom!reader, praise!kink, multiple orgasms, needy!shuri, tribbing, aftercare (shuri receiving), coming out scene, fluff

tags: @verachii @szalipcombo @rxcently @coolestgay @widowmakker @fetchyourlife @blackgcomica @shurisbbymama @bestfriend491 @simp4iwaizumi @mocha-aya @shinsousliya @bratydoll @shuriswifereal @shuriri4life @shuris-whore @letitias-fav @axailslink @chidinma @awarm-sundaynight

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: soooooo this completely got away from me! this was not the initial fic i was going to post, but i was dying to write sub!shuri smut so here we are. i did tear up just a tad writing this. i am unable to write smut without a fluffy ending idk, i’m not well mentally. shuri deserves to be serviced. shouts out to oomf for the translations. please enjoy <333

translations: wamkelekile kokwenu mtanam - welcome to your home my child, ndinikhumbhulile mama noTata - i missed you mom and dad, cela - please, sthandwa - my love

You smoothed your clammy hands down your sides as you stepped out of the car. Wide brown eyes scanned your childhood home, from the large front door all the way up to the balcony outside your bedroom. Your potted plants looked well taken care of, no doubt your mother’s doing.

Being home rarely came with nerves, seeing your family was not an often occurrence, and you were usually elated to be back. But this time was different, vastly. This time you did not return alone, and this time you returned with news. Your feet were rooted to the ground, refusing to stride up the front steps. You took in the house once again. So many memories wrapped up within those walls.

Growing up, your father instilled the significant role the Mining Tribe played in Wakanda's advancement, he took pride in being a leader in your community, and his pride reflected in you. His teachings were what drew you to Vibranium in the first place, what made you want to study it, and all of its capabilities. Studying science is what drew Shuri to you. She could not resist the presence of another young, gorgeous mind in her lab. Her words.

The images made you smile a bit, reminiscing on the many times your mother had to pry you from his lap in his office. Simpler times. Coming home after many months away unsettled you now though, the idea of speaking to your parents sent your stomach into a frenzy. You were not the same as when you saw them last, instead, you were an improved version of yourself, more confident.

But said confidence seemed to escape you now that you were reaching for it.

“Are you going to stand in that spot like a statue forever?” Shuri's amused tone snuck up behind you, fingers wrapped tightly around both your suitcases.

You huffed a breath. “Maybe if I remain still enough they won't see me.”

“Wamkelekile kokwenu mtanam! My baby!” The door swung open and your mother rushed down the steps.

“Too late.” You rolled your eyes at Shuri's snarky comment.

You were in your mother’s embrace before you knew it. She rocked you from side to side and you returned the hug. Your father emerged soon after, followed by your younger sister.

“Oh, how we’ve missed you, my dear.” You hugged your father, then your sister.

“Ndinikhumbhulile mama noTata. I am glad to be back.”

Shuri stood awkwardly behind you watching you greet your family. She refused to interrupt, and you were sort of relieved she hadn't spoken yet. You had a feeling it was her way of helping you prolong the inevitable.

She caught your sister's eyes then, and they widened like saucers. “Um, why is the Queen here?! You know the Queen?!”

Your parents’ attention shifted to Shuri too and she waved shyly. “Hello.”

“Your Majesty, we were not informed you would be arriving. Our apologies.” Your father tried to bow, but Shuri stopped him.

She moved in closer to you, and realization flashed within your sister's eyes. She smirked with a hum and you narrowed your eyes. Your parents, however, were none the wiser.

“Please, call me Shuri. I am only here as a friend to this one here. I hope it is okay that I stay.”

Your mother nodded. “Well of course, but I am sorry our guest room is not prepared.”

“Oh, I'm sure they would not mind sharing a room. All good friends do it, right?” Your sister pointed her loaded question at you and you huffed.

Your mother’s eyes were back on you, then Shuri. “Is this something you are comfortable with your Majesty?”

“Shuri. And yes, it's more than fine.” They nodded and began ushering everyone inside. Your family filed in ahead of you and Shuri, your feet still refusing to move. A sharp pinch to your butt caused you to yelp. Shuri concealed her laughter, feigning confusion as your family turned to see what was going on.

You waved them off with a lame excuse of stubbing your toe on a rock before shooting her Majesty a glare.

“That's sure to get those feet moving.” She hopped up the steps at lightning speed, both bags in one hand, and was through the door in seconds. You were still getting used to that, her newfound agility. Inhaling a deep breath, you finally moved toward the house and stepped into the foyer. You did miss home, a lot.

You missed the smell of your mother’s cooking, her baking, the strong cinnamon scent that clung to all the furniture. You missed it all terribly, and you were delighted to finally be back.

•••

After getting settled in your old room, you made your way downstairs for the tea your mother prepared, where you found Shuri already engaging with your family as though she'd known them most of her life.

You loved that about her. You loved everything that she was, but her ability to make a home in everyone's hearts with zero effort would always be one of your favorite things. Her laugh echoed through the kitchen as she chatted with your father. Your mother served her cookies and she accepted them graciously, biting into one with an exaggerated moan.

She beamed, despite the recent dark clouds looming over her life, Shuri was the sun — forever shining, forever heating your heart in the way only she could. She emerged from the storm not drenched in rain, but sun-kissed and resilient as ever.

You were staring, and you knew it, but you didn't care. Her smile still gave you butterflies. They fluttered inside you, the warm hibiscus tea only making them more excited as it slithered down to your depths.

“If your goal is to out yourself before you are ready, staring at the Queen like that is a sure way to do it.”

Your sister's voice startled you, and you rolled your eyes at her smug smile. “That is not my goal.”

“Well, I was fooled.” She made herself a cup of tea and stood near you behind the counter. “You could not help yourself, could you? You couldn't have fallen for someone regular, it had to be the Queen of our country. How did you manage to pull off the trick of the century, eh?”

Still as nosy as ever, still as rude. You scoffed and she laughed lightly. “You should mind your business.”

“Have you come here to tell them? Is that why you've come home after nine months?”

You sighed. She would not leave you alone, not until she got her answers, so you decided to bite. “I will tell them when I am ready.”

“Or they will figure it out before you get the chance to, with the way you can't seem to keep your eyes off her. Oh big sister, are you in love, truly?” Her eyes twinkled and you knew her interest was genuine.

A silly question really. Was it possible to exist inside of Shuri's world and not love her? “I am.”

Your sister squealed and pulled you in tight, drawing the attention of your parents and Shuri. The moment her eyes were on you, everyone else in the room ceased to exist. It was only the two of you.

“Bast, the two of you lack self-control. But I find it endearing I suppose.” She skipped off to her room after waving shyly at Shuri, having lost all interest in your conversation.

Your father ushered you over to the living room. “Come come, my baby. The Queen tells us you are now head of the design group at her lab, this is true?”

“Unofficially.”

Shuri shook her head, patting her lap for you to sit, and you almost took the bait, until you remembered where you were. You sat next to her on the couch instead and she blushed before speaking. “Officially. I am unable to frequent the lab as I used to now that I am Queen, so most of my responsibilities will fall to you. I will make the official announcement when we return.”

You wanted to kiss her, but you settled on a simple thank you.

“You know this interest in Vibranium started as a child. Always begging to go to the Great Mound with me every day.”

Your mother nodded in agreement. “This is true. These two were inseparable, thick as thieves. I see all of those late-night teachings have paid off.”

Shuri's grin was wide, prideful as she listened to your mother and father gush about your nerdy ways. You could tell she liked them, and they loved her, and it made you happy.

•••

Shuri shifted restlessly next to you. You were attempting to read a book before bed, but her twists and turns were a serious distraction. She'd been like this for the three nights you two spent at your parent’s house so far, and you knew why, you just chose to promptly ignore it.

Your days were usually fine, your sister and Shuri drew quickly to each other, having bonded over their love of teasing you and that younger sister complex they so clearly had. Nights were different. Shuri grew needy, whiny, and you had to suppress your natural instincts to tend to her.

She huffed a whine, pushing her right hand through her curls. “I cannot take this any longer.”

“Are you hot my darling? I can open a window if that would make you feel better.” Eyes never peeled from your book as you spoke. The irritated groan she gave you made you chuckle, and you turned the page.

“Why haven't you touched me? It's been days, I have never gone this long without your touch. Please, I need it now.”

You placed a warm palm on her shoulder and squeezed. “Touch.”

“That is not what I meant.” Shuri pouted and you grinned to yourself.

You licked your lips, turning another page. “What of those years before you knew me, or my touch? What would you do on those restless nights?”

“If you're suggesting I pleasure myself, I assure you, I will do it. I need friction, and if you're unwilling to provide–”

You looked up from your book finally after hearing her threat, eyes hot and scolding. “Oh? Is that what you are prepared to do, sthandwa? By all means...”

“Only if you keep neglecting me. I just crave your hands all over me. I need you.” Her voice was a whisper, alerting you she wasn't quite bold enough to challenge you in that regard.

“My sweet, you know why it has to be this way. I have yet to speak to my parents, haven't told them about us.”

“Your parents are not infants, I’m sure they have already figured it out. Do you often bring Wakandan royalty home with you on your visits? Do you usually sleep in the same bed with them?”

You sighed, acknowledging she was probably right. You’d noticed the way your mother eyed you in the kitchen when you insisted on making Shuri's breakfast for her. She liked it a certain way, and only you knew how to prepare it. You peeped how she nudged your father as you placed the plate before her, squeezing her fingers and fighting the urge to kiss them, and the tattoos decorating them.

“They believe we are just friends. Nothing else as of right now, and I don't want to risk them finding out we are more when they hear your screams of my name. I have an image to maintain in their minds, you know?”

Shuri sat up near the headboard and turned to face you, gasping dramatically. “I will not apologize for enjoying myself when we are intimate. If I’m loud, it is only because you're doing a fantastic job and I want you to know that. You want to remain innocent in their minds, but we both know you are nothing of the sort.”

“And that is precisely why me touching you right now is a terrible idea.”

“I can be good, I promise. I just need to feel you.” Shuri pried the book from your hands, plopping it on the nightstand before straddling your lap. You were adamant about denying her, but your treacherous body gave in the moment her lips found your neck, melting under the feeling.

She rocked her hips against your thigh and you could already feel how damp her crotch was through her briefs.

“Shuri…” You breathed out when her teeth grazed your nipples through your thin sleep shirt.

“I need you, my love. Please.” Her rhythm of humping your leg was picking up and so were her small cries. The idea of her getting off just by rubbing against you had you soaked. Your hands were still at your sides, and it was growing harder to resist placing them on her hips to guide her.

Shuri threw her head back with a moan and you watched her work in complete adoration. “I'm so wet for you my love, want you to taste me.”

“You can't say things like that, Shuri. My restraint can only last so long.” You moaned lowly with her, your arousal intensifying at the sight of her actions.

“Stop resisting me. Please me.”

You let out a long groan. “My parents are in the other room. I can't–”

“Please? I need you, only you.” Words she knew would drive you up a wall. You pulled her in by her throat, crashing your lips to hers. Shuri giggled into the kiss, knowing she would win, she always did. Wet mouths devoured each other, peppering hot pecks along necks and jawlines.

Your hands gripped her hips, helping her rhythm, steadying her, your lips still on hers.

“Lay back for me my dear.” Shuri followed your instructions in excitement. She always took pride in getting you to do bad things. You hovered above her, connecting your lips sloppily whilst sliding her boxers down.

The second your fingers pressed onto her clit, she screeched. She was wetter than you'd ever felt and you couldn't fight your desire to taste her. “You said you would be good.”

You spoke your words before dipping your two Shuri-coated fingers into your mouth. She watched, eyes wide, nibbling on her bottom lip, as you tasted her.

“I'm sorry. I'm only excited, I will be better.” Shuri pulled her shirt off and spread her legs, inviting you all the way in, and who were you to deny yourself? Overindulging in her was an acquired skill. Your lips met her neck, biting a little, and she whimpered.

“Do that again.” A shameless request, and you obliged, pulling her skin between your teeth. She hissed at the pain, and you smiled into the action. Your tongue licked the indent you made before placing a gentle kiss there.

Moving further down her figure, you pulled her right nipple into your mouth and tweaked the left, then switched, giving them both equal attention. She gasped, too loud for your liking and you glared at her.

“Shuri.” Her name on your lips was scolding enough, and she apologized once again. You returned your mouth to her nipples and she allowed herself soft, short breaths. She was a mess, and you’d barely begun.

You pecked your way down her stomach, nibbling on her abs and she purred. Soft sucks on her waist were sure to leave bruises. Finally, you reached the place where you knew she needed you most. A glorious sight, Shuri's pussy was the prettiest thing, and was high up on your list of favorite things about her.

“Is all of this for me?” You glanced at her glistening folds, running your middle finger through her pool, then back to her eyes and she nodded. You pressed a kiss to her drenched clit before beginning a light suck, wanting to test her promise. All she gave you was a quiet whine and you smiled. Your mouth worked her soft bud and you brought your fingers into the mix, slipping them inside her without effort.

Moaning at the way her heat responded to your touch was an immediate reaction as you ate her out. Her wetness was a taste you could never grow tired of.

The acts of slurping her clit and finger fucking her hole had her thrashing about. “Yes! Yes! Oh, right there!”

It was too much for her, you knew that, but you also needed her to behave. You pulled your fingers from inside her and licked her clit one last time before climbing back up her body. “My love, I do not enjoy being disobeyed.”

“Feels too good.” Her lids were stamped shut as she pulled her nipples.

You rolled your eyes in defeat and stood, sliding your lacy panties down to your ankles before stepping out of them. They were balled inside your fist before you returned to the bed. “Open.”

She did as you asked and you shoved the fabric into her pretty little mouth. “I would advise you to breathe through your nose darling.”

Your hungry lips were back on her cunt again, devouring every inch of her saturated folds. Your tongue darted in and out of her hole and she clenched around it, back spiking off the bed. Shuri’s swollen clit twitched under your pruned thumb and the sloshing only increased. Not once did her moans elevate above a desperate hum.

You were enjoying yourself, reveling in the taste of her juices splashed all over your face. You lapped every drop up and she wiggled, grinding harder into your mouth and tongue.

Three fingers pumped her and Shuri shot up instantly. She peered down at you between her thighs through hooded eyes as you fucked and sucked her, nodding her head in approval. She looked so sexy with your panties sticking out her mouth, chest heaving, and covered in sweat. It was nearly enough to send you all the way over untouched.

“Am I the only person to ever make you feel this good, my Queen?”

Her fingers locked in your tight coils, guiding your head up and down her wet cunt. “Mhmm.”

Nimble digits stretched her leaking entrance, slow at first, then your pace accelerated. Your eyes trained on her barely open ones, and you knew.

You spanked her pussy lips with your free hand, daring her to make a sound. Pride filled you when she continued her hums, eyes rolling all the way back in her head. “Come for me, do it for me, baby. In my mouth.”

She grunted in the back of her throat, grabbing your head and grinding her sensitive nub firm against your tongue. Shuri's head flew backward, her breathing picking up, and she trapped your head in between her shaking thighs. Her hold was tighter than ever, and you could barely breathe.

The strength of the Black Panther was a force to be reckoned with, still, you would be happy to be rendered unconscious by her power. You were growing to love it, got off on it even.

Shuri came with a long gurgle, and her squeeze loosened. You gasped for air, fingers still deep inside her, soaking up her intense clench. "I'm so proud of my perfect girl."

She fell back into the pillows and you went up to join her, lips dripping with her cum. You took one last look at her stuffed cheeks and smiled before removing your undergarments.

“Are you satisfied now my dear? Have I touched you enough?”

She shook her head, barely maintaining her grin as her orgasm swam within her system and coursed through her veins. “More. Need more.”

“More? More of what, my sweet?” You were not at all surprised by her response. Once you gave Shuri a taste of anything, she would always want more, her amplified stamina only made the hunger ten times worse.

Your back was against the headboard, and she sat up to face you. Shuri reached to tug your top off and you let her, eyes lighting up at the sight of your round breasts and hard nipples. She massaged them with both hands, a smirk dangling from her mouth.

You let out a deep sigh when her thumb flicked your sensitive nipples. She knew the slightest contact was enough to have your head swimming. “This is not about me. Tell me what you would like more of, Shuri.”

“More of you on me.”

You licked your lips, needing to taste her cum once more. You knew what she was asking for, and you were fully prepared to protest, then she put your boob in her mouth, tongue swirling ferociously, and all thoughts of saying no evaporated from your mind.

“Okay.”

She clapped her hands, already getting into position. Shuri was on her back again, pulling her ankles all the way back near her ears, and wiggling her toes. Fuck. She was showing off, and you loved every second of it. Her flexibility was such a turn on and it increased the thumping at your core. Cum still dripped from inside her, running all between her lips and folds, and you longed for another taste.

It was like Shuri read your mind as you watched her dip a digit inside herself, bringing it to her mouth to suck.

A grin plastered on your face when she moaned at her own flavor. “You're beyond filthy, you know that?”

“And you love it.” She giggled, grabbing her leg again.

You mounted her, thighs on either side of the backs of hers. Your clit was on her clit instantly and you both moaned aloud. Reprimanding her was out of the question this time, seeing as you broke the rule also.

“Ready?” Shuri nodded and you moved, sliding your cunt up and down her own. Your eyes were trained on her and how she parted her lips. She let her moans and cries pile in her throat, not wanting to disappoint you. Your clits knocked together angrily with your sinister pace and you were fighting screams of your own.

Your slick mingled with Shuri’s cum from her first orgasm, creating a low, continuous squelch as you rode her. She was losing hold of her shins as her pleasure built up, up, up, and you gripped her feet.

“Mmm, sthandwa, you feel so good against me, getting me wet. You’re being so good and quiet.”

She moved her head up and down needing more praise.

“Doing amazing for me,” You rolled your hips into hers intensely, the pressure of being clit to clit already tugging on your orgasm. “What a good girl, allowing me to make you feel so good. You're perfect.”

“Yes, I’m your good girl.” Shuri bucked up into you, amplifying the sensation you were both feeling, chasing the release you both craved.

Praising her subsided the obscenities threatening to escape you. You felt a little guilty now, forcing her to remain quiet through all of this. She was correct, it did feel too good.

“I'm going to come for you again. Only you can make me come.” She whispered her words and they floated up to your ears sweetly. The bed creaked slightly, but not loud enough to cause concern, so you kept going, gliding your bud against her sore one.

Your pussy leaked onto hers, sloshing and sloshing. Shuri pinched your nipples as you pressed her legs back further, needing a better angle. That pang of pleasure had you reeling.

“F-Faster!” She whisper-shouted and you considered it. Picking up the pace would mean more noise, but you weren't thinking straight, not with Shuri's sopping cunt rubbing against yours. It was a gamble you’d have to be okay with. You did as she suggested, increasing your speed of grinding into her.

You were both close, and you knew there was no way either of you could ride your orgasms out without a sound. You leaned in, muttering to her before kissing her roughly, still maintaining your speedy pace.

“Come with me my darling.” It pushed her over, you too, and you were both coming hard, bliss rocketing through you as you swallowed each other's mewls.

Slippery strings of cum and slick tied your pussies together, and the wonderful squishing was not a thing you wanted to end, but it had to. Dipping your digits into your mess, you let the mixture of your juices dance on your tastebuds, eyes flicking shut. You rolled beside Shuri, body spasming uncontrollably from the immense rush of ecstasy. Heavy breathing filled your ears as Shuri nuzzled into your perspiring frame, shaking just as you were.

“I love you so much.” You kissed her head, and something told you she still wanted more. You were fresh out of reasons to deny her now, having felt the same rush you're sure was driving her. “How else can I make my baby happy?”

“Inside.” She kissed you and it took no time for you to return it.

You glared at her, dumbfounded. “Surely you didn't pack it with your things, Shuri?”

Her grin was conformation enough and you rolled over dramatically. “You are very, very bad. In my parent's home? The home they raised me in? Sthandwa, I don't know about this.”

“I know I can be good, I know it! Please? I won't take long, I promise!”

You agreed, and she shot out of the bed. Amazing, the way she moved like she hadn't just experienced two shattering orgasms. Your single one was still filtering through you and you could barely keep your eyes open, but Shuri was anxious to grab her strap-on from her bag whilst still floating on hers.

When she returned, she acknowledged your exhaustion, so she put it on for you. It didn't take long before the device was on you, and adjusted to your body. Shuri was already sprawled out beside you and you hovered over her.

You slapped the dildo against her slippery pussy, causing her wetness to splash on the insides of her thighs.

The tip teased her tired hole and a tiny whimper darted from her parted lips. You loved that melody. “You have to be quiet my Queen. Don't want to get in trouble with my parents.”

Shuri nodded eagerly, wiggling her hips in attempts to get the toy deeper inside her on her own. This displeased you and you frowned. You leaned forward, tugging her nipples harshly and she winced.

“I need you to speak when you are spoken to, understand?”

Shuri stopped her wordless response, giving you one that satisfied. “Yes my love, I will be quiet.”

“And I am not fond of your impatience either. Trust that I will fuck you when I am ready.”

“I'm sorry, I will be good for you.” The softness of her voice made your clit jump. Seeing Shuri this way, desperate and hungry for you, was something you enjoyed entirely too much. You loved hearing her whine, loved seeing her shudder as she succumbed to frustration.

You slid the thick toy through her damp folds slowly, dragging it out for as long as you could. Shuri was gnawing on her bottom lip below you, biting back strings of moans. “Tell me where you want it, my dear.”

She stuttered, sucking in some air to help her speak. “I-Inside. I want you inside of me, deep.”

Her words were all you needed. You scooted up the mattress, back pressed to the headboard, deciding last minute you wanted her in a different position. Shuri caught on to the change in plans immediately, and she was on your lap soon after.

She sank onto the large strap, stretching herself wide with a gasp. She met your eyes, and you reminded her of her promise of silence. You rocked in and out of Shuri’s tight pussy, loosening her up with each hard thrust. Her arms slung around your neck to keep herself upright and you gripped her waist as you fucked up into her.

“How does that feel, my dear?” You did not think it possible that she could get any wetter, but she was full of surprises. Her juices lubricated your drilling, making your job easier.

All she managed were dumb little babbles. Shuri's nails clawed into your back, pulling you closer than humanly possible, and your nipples grazed. Holding the power to make her feel everything as you fucked her amplified your own lusty desires.

“What did I say?”

“Yes. You make me feel so good, only you.” You smiled then, intensifying your pounding and rocking the bed.

You slammed into her again and again, watching her tits jump, and she humped you back just as fiercely. Her resilience was a wonder. “So greedy, taking me so well.”

You hit her bundle of nerves deep within and she bit down on your shoulder with everything she had. Pain whipped through your body, dancing with your pleasure and the vibrations you felt from her riding you, and you whimpered.

If the tears rolling down Shuri’s face were any indication, it was apparent she was approaching her climax, and stifling her moans was becoming a task of the past.

You kissed her tear-stained cheeks gently as you bucked into her pussy. “It's okay baby, let it out. You're so stunning when you cry for me.”

You no longer cared about keeping her quiet, you only wanted to make the love of your life feel amazing.

Her moans picked up the higher she got, and you reassured her with loud, breathy mewls of your own.

“S-So pretty, and all mine.” You hummed, massaging circles into her clit as you fucked her with intention.

“I'm yours! Only yours!”

Shuri squirted all over the dildo, your crotch, spraying the sheets as she came. Her scream was boisterous, booming, sure to startle birds from their nests. It was long and loud, and it made you come seconds after her, your forehead collapsing to her bouncing chest. You kissed the space between her breasts before gently pulling out and laying her down on her side of the bed.

You leapt up and headed to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth to tidy her up. Shuri was half asleep then, all curled in on herself. “I need to clean you up my darling.”

She hummed when you began: dabbing the insides of her thighs, wiping the remnants of cum from her stomach and her most delicate, flinching a little at the heat before she relaxed into it.

You carried her naked body to the bath that you were running, placing her inside ever so carefully. Suds covered her as you washed her back, her shoulders, and legs, massaging her muscles in the process.

When you finished, you wrapped her in a fluffy green towel and dressed her at your window seat. Fresh boxers and a large t-shirt of her choosing. She laughed when you lathered cocoa butter on her legs and feet, informing you that it tickled.

After you cleaned yourself up and changed the sheets you tucked her in bed, kissing her cheek before climbing in next to her. You wrapped yourself around her and she spooned you tight, tracing her teeth marks on your shoulder. Face pressed to her chest, listening to her breathing even out, you let your eyes flutter shut, and sleep overtook you.

•••

Dread, and Shuri’s limbs tangled all around you glued you to your bed as you thought of facing your family.

Now that you were coherent, everything wrong with what you and Shuri did the night before flashed through your mind. You did not regret the sex, obviously, but there was regret about doing something like that with your parents and sister doors away.

You were honestly terrified about ever leaving the room. You and Shuri would just have to slip out the window, without a goodbye, forever because you could never look them in the eyes again.

She stirred awake beside you with a smile and kissed your cheek. “Good morning, my everything.”

“No. No good morning. Bad morning, very, very bad morning.”

Shuri laughed, sitting up so she could fully view you and your terror. “Let me guess. Right now your brain is actively concocting some sort of escape plan, in which we flee this room, maybe even the country, so you may never have to face your family again. Am I correct?”

“Your suit! Activate your Black Panther suit and shimmy us out the window, I'm begging!”

Her amusement was truly daunting. Did she not realize your parents would now hate her? “I'm hungry.”

She peered at you through puppy dog eyes and you had no choice but to give in. “Fine. We shall face the music together, as a couple, a unit.”

“The music is what your parents heard coming from within these walls last night.”

You smacked her chest. “Shuri!”

“They heard you scream that too.” You pulled a pillow over your face and groaned.

After your many protests, she finally managed to get you out of the room and down to the kitchen. The silence was heavy, and eerie, as though no one was home, which you knew was not possible.

“We don't know that they heard us, relax, my love.” Her words were not reassuring.

When the two of you rounded the corner, three sets of disturbed eyes found you. “Never mind.”

“Good morning.” There was no response. You decided to ignore it, starting on your and Shuri’s breakfast instead. You brought the food over to where she sat at the kitchen table and she smiled before digging in.

Everyone ate in silence, the sounds of silverware clanging against bowls and plates filling the air. You decided there was no time like the present.

“I am aware that there is a ginormous elephant in the room with us right now, I would like to address it.”

Your sister was the first one to speak. “The two of you disgust me far more than you could ever know, and yet my respect for you has somehow grown.”

Shuri’s laughter was shrill and you shot her a murderous glance. She apologized and went back to her food, but you took note of her sly grin.

“Cela, we do not have to talk about it. I just want to enjoy my breakfast.” The look of disappointment on your mother's face was one you expected, and your father had yet to meet your eyes.

Your gaze was back on Shuri as you squeezed her hand under the table. She shrugged, but you could tell her nerves were buzzing in anticipation of what you would say next.

“There is something you should know about us, about me.”

Your mother sucked her teeth. “I just said I do not want to talk about it.”

“It is not that. I-I am,” Shuri's grip on your hand under the table grew firmer, more encouraging. “I like women. And I am with Shuri.”

“I think we were subjected to finding that out against our will. The entire city has to know also.” Your mother pinched your sister and she shreiked.

You sighed. “The Queen and I are engaged to be married.”

Your father's eyes bolted up as he heard your words, but still, he said nothing.

Shuri cleared her throat beside you, deciding to give you a beat to breathe, aware of how difficult this was for you.

“I am in love with your daughter, and I wish to spend my life with her, have her rule by my side. She is brilliant and beautiful, and perfect. She takes care of me in ways I could never achieve on my own, and there isn't anything I would not do for her. She stood by my side through it all, fought with me, did everything for me. I would like to return all of her efforts by marrying her and loving her until my last days.”

You heard a low gasp come from your sister and she moved swiftly to wipe her tears. “That was beautiful…if you like that sort of thing.”

Your own tears went unnoticed by you, it was Shuri who swatted them away. Your chest was heavy, and you wheezed.

“Say something, please.” Your puffy eyes were on your parents who only looked back and forth between each other.

“We love you. We want only for you to be happy.” Your breath stuttered when your father finally spoke.

You sniffed. “Shuri makes me happy.” You smiled softly at her and she returned it.

“Then this engagement has our blessing. My Queen, take good care of our baby.”

Shuri nodded, bringing your fingers to her lips. “If we are to be family, you must start calling me Shuri.”

“I would just like to let it be known, I knew there was more than just a friendship between you two the moment you arrived. Truly, you did nothing to hide it.”

Your parents agreed with your sister's sentiment, admitting they too suspected something and you gasped. “I told you they knew.”

“Well, we have a wedding to prepare for!” Your mother clapped and everyone cheered.

“My Qu–, Shuri, I do have one request before we begin our planning.”

Shuri straightened. “Anything.”

“You will sleep in the guest room for the duration of your stay. I cannot bear a repeat of last night, not while you are under this roof.”

Shuri flushed at your father's admonishment, feeling the same shame you had been bathing in since you opened your eyes, and you felt no desire to ease it.

“Of-Of course.”

The awkwardness shifted a tad, everyone wrapped up in wedding talk. Your brown eyes found Shuri’s amidst it all, tuning out all of the noise, it was only the two of you — existing only for each other.

#shuri x black!reader #lyricswriting #shuri fic #shuri x black!fem reader #myworks #shuri smut #shuri x fem!reader #shuri x reader #shuri udaku #shuri x f!reader #shuri x y/n #shuri fanfiction #letitia wright x black!reader #letitia wright fanfic #bottom!shuri #sub!shuri

[bbbbbbrilliantly]

Y’all 🥹…..I’m just….❤️

She’s so precious

#imastickbesideher

#letitia wright fanfiction #letitia wright #letitia wright x black!reader #shuri x black!reader #shuri fanfiction

[gweelczz]

“Cat Got Your Tongue?” PT. 2

Rosalie Otterbourne × Black!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive, smut, Rosalie being the only woman ever, reader is a simp off rip and a munch!!, reader is the sister of Cab Calloway and the cousin of Billie Holiday, Rosalie has rizz, Fingering, Oral (Rosalie receiving)

Summary: Being in love she didn't know whether she was falling or flying but she was airborne either way... or a story about a woman falling head over heels for another woman in the 1930s

“Up above my head”

“Up above my head”

“I hear music in the air”

“I hear music in the air”

“Up above my head”

“Up above my head”

“I hear music in the air”

“I hear music in the air”

“Up above my head”

“Up above my head”

“I hear music in the air”

“I hear music in the air”

“And I really do believe”

“Yeah I really do believe”

“There's a Heaven somewhere”

“There's a Heaven somewhere”

“Now up above my head”

“Up above my head”

“I see, trouble in the air”

“I see, trouble in the air

“Up above my head”

“Up above my head”

“I see trouble in the air”

“I see troubles in the air”

“Up above my head”

“Up above my head”

“I see trouble in the air”

“I see trouble in the air”

“I really do believe”

“I really do believe”

“You know, I really do believe”

“I really do believe”

“There is a Heaven somewhere”

“There is a Heaven somewhere”

“And I really do believe”

“I really do believe”

“Yes, I really do believe”

“I really do believe”

“Yes, I really do believe”

“I really do believe”

“There's a Heaven somewhere”

“There’s a Heaven somewhere”

Rosalie sat at the piano as Salome stood across from her on the stage, guitar slung across her body. They bounced the lyrics off of each other filling the party with a soulful feel. Y/N now stood leaning against the rail next to her brother who was smirking as he glanced between her and Rosalie who had been stealing glances at each other the whole performance.

Cab chuckled a bit as Y/N stared at the woman enamored with the voices that rang from on the stage, Rosalie’s standing out to her the most with how strong and soul filled it sounded. “If you keep staring you know she could charge you for being a creep, and close your mouth there could be flies” Cab teased nudging his sister laughing softly.

“Sorry” the woman murmured bashfully “she’s just so beautiful, I can’t help it”. Cab nodded before speaking again “I see you two married with at least two dogs in the future” he chuckled dodging the hit his sister sent his way. “Shut it Cab” her eyes darting back to the stage where Salome and Rosalie had ended the song and were now blowing kisses to each other with wide smiles.

Rosalie and Salome bowed before excusing themselves from the stage, Salome heading backstage while Rosalie walked through the crowd to claim her friend for the night. Cab smirked excusing himself with a smirk “don’t do anything I wouldn’t do” he winked before walking off.

“Ready to go Suga?” Rosalie asked holding out a hand to Y/N who gladly took it letting the woman lead her up the stairs. Once the made it inside the hotel room Y/N was pushed against the wall with lips attached to hers. Her hands wrapping around Rosalie’s neck moaning softly into her mouth.

Her hands trailed underneath the skirt of her dress as their tongues fought for dominance. Y/N’s mouth latched onto Rosalie’s neck panting against the Swamy toned skin, fingers tangling themselves in her hair angling her head for her own usage. “I’ve wanted your lips on me from the moment I saw ya on stage.. ya heart called out to me askin me to light this here body ablaze with my touch” Rosalie spit fire as she spoke, her fingers brushing the smooth skin of her thigh.

“Will ya let me honey? Will ya let touch ya the way a man neva could? Give ya pleasure only ya dreams could provide?” Rosalie gently pulled the other’s mouth from her neck with a fire lit in her eyes. “I need an answer, ain’t goin touch ya no more without one” Rosalie went to move her hand from Y/N’s thigh causing the other woman to grab it placing it back onto it’s previous location.

Y/N internally panicked at the thought of Rosalie’s hands leaving her body after craving to feel her all night. She wanted this no question, she’d never wanted anything more in her life. If her brother could see her now he’d be smirking with that knowing look. Cab knew who she was before she even knew herself and every chance he got he reminded her of that. She slightly whimpered clinging on to the others hand firmly.

“Please, touch me.. do anything you want, I need you. Needed you since I saw you” her southern drawl dripping with want and desperation. Y/N gathered all her boldness and gently pushed Rosalie onto the bed as she herself removed her undergarments and unzipped her dress straddling Rosalie’s lap, she was determined to get what she wanted, what she desired.

Rosalie pulled down the straps of Y/N’s gown taking a nipple into her mouth, her fingers creeping up her thigh until the reached their destination. Her eyes never leaving Y/N’s as she did so, her auburn orbs reflecting a predatory gaze wordlessly communicating with the woman in her lip.

A soft mewl escaped Y/N’s lips as she felt those slender fingers she’d been fantasizing about all night inserting themselves into her leaking heat. She bucked her hips into Rosalie’s hand moaning softly under her breath “Mmm Rosalie, feels so good”. Y/N’s fingers found purchase in the manager’s hair tugging gently from the pleasure, “fuck, please do that again”.

Rosalie smirked against her skin curling her fingers once more causing the beauty above her to cry out, her thumb painting circles onto her clit. Rosalie pulled off of her nipple just enough to speak switching to the other one afterwards “let me hear ya honey, wanna hear how good I’m pleasing my sunflower”

“Rosalie, baby.. I’m gonna..” Y/N babbled out her brain turning to mush as she tried articulating a sentence. The orgasm she’d tried holding back surfacing ten fold making her eyes roll back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m cumming” Y/N’s moans now airy and high pitched as she came spilling her juices onto the other’s fingers, her breath hitching as she panted. “So unlady like” Rosalie tsked with a smirk causing Y/N to blush.

“god that was so good”. She took a few seconds to catch her breath gazing at Rosalie with hooded eyes “Your turn now mistress”. She climbed off of the woman’s lap pushing her onto her back, fingers hurriedly bunching her skirt up around her hips. Rosalie spread her legs inviting the hungry woman into her heat that was now leaking onto the expensive sheets.

Rosalie had this aura about her, her independent nature making her more sexy than she was. She carried herself in a way that made men dislike her. Men didn’t like women who didn’t need a man and Rosalie was one of those women. She licked her lips gazing down at Y/N, her fingers holding the fabric bunched around her waist. “C’mon baby, show these men how good you can please a woman” Y/N moaned leaning down flicking out her tongue, a long wet stripe being applied to her slit.

“God yes, that’s it suga” Rosalie moaned as Y/N swirled her tongue around her clit wrapping her lips around it giving it a hard suck. Rosalie arched her back and bucked her hips. “My lord…” she moaned out tangling her fingers into Y/N’s hair, the other woman moaning into her cunt flicking her tongue across the bud before moving down inserting her tongue into her entrance, her nose brushing against her clit causing Rosalie to cry out once again.

“Oh my yes, Y/N please more.. need ya to make me cum baby”. She instructed granting her a hum from the other woman while Y/N sped up her ministrations on a mission to make her dove cum. Her tongue moving in one direction as her head went in the other. She moaned at the taste of Rosalie’s juices which were now dripping down her chin but she could truly care less. “Y/N baby, you goin make me cum!” Rosalie moaned out grinding her cunt against Y/N’s face chasing her orgasm.

Y/N hummed sending vibrations into her heat, her eyes flicking up with a need to see Rosalie’s face when she comes undone. Her moans beautifully ringing in her ears like a symphony as she was finally granted her wish. Rosalie came with a loud moan and a tug to her hair, Y/N greedily drank every drop. Her mouth glistening with the woman’s juices, a yelp escape when she was firmly yanked up into a heavy kiss.

Rosalie removed the rest of their clothing wiping them both clean tossing the soiled garments into the ground. “Ms. Rosalie I’ve taken a likin to ya” Rosalie chuckled a bit pulling the blankets over both of them. Y/N lifted her head pressing a kiss to the other’s lips “well that great news because I’ve already claimed you, claimed you the minute I put my mouth on you” Rosalie shot back wrapping an arm around the other woman’s waist. “That’s quite alright with me”

#letitia x reader #letitia wright surrounded #letitia wright x black!reader #letitia wright #rosalie otterbourne x reader #rosalie otterbourne × black!fem!reader #rosalie otterbourne #death on the nile #shuri udaku #shuri x black!reader #wakanda forever #vivienne scott #scotty banana #vivienne scott x reader #jamie harrison #jamie harrison x reader #urban hymn #surrounded movie #mo washington x reader #mo washington #mo Washington x black!fem!reader #Spotify

[fentibeauty]

— ❛ 𝐢 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐲. ༉‧₊˚

letitia ✘ black!thick reader

author’s note: this been in my head for 2 days, ima be so mad if this ain’t came out how i imagined it in my head.

summary: there is some jealousy in your relationship. plot twist is, it’s not between you and letitia. you are dating someone else, who is highly jealous of your relationship letitia. what happens when you tell letitia the news?

warnings: profanity maybe, aggression and angst between reader and significant other, letitia coming to the rescue. cheating, you could say. the significant other is sadly a male… only bc what i have in mind, bare with your girl on this one.

tags: @melodykisses @shuris-whore @saturnville @haechvn @ppawmpkin @cherios @vargskelegore @angeliquebones @szalipcombo @rxcently @playgurlxoxo @shurisbbymama @yvxmpire @an1meslvt @letitias-fav @eriksjournal l@thoushallmarrymunson @0hshoot1tsl4ni

“i’m going out, if you’re gonna leave my house make sure you lock the door.” this nigga was always at your house, you we’re starting to think he didn’t have his own like he said he did. you walked towards the door, you began to open it before it got closed back shut. “where? and with who?” you rolled your eyes, it was the same thing every time. “you know who.” you looked at the door, opening it magically opened.

“you still didn’t answer the first question.” he squinted his eyes. shrugging, “i don’t know, whatever life hits us with.” trying to move his hand. “you’re with her almost everyday, i’m honestly getting tired of the shit.” your lips went in a thin line. “uh, she’s my best friend?”

“you sure that she just wanna be yo best friend?” he looked into your eyes. you tried to open the door again but it was closed back shut, you huff in annoyance. you look back at him, “you gon leave without giving me a kiss? crazy.” you frowned your face in disgust.

you managed to get most of his weight of the door, opening it and walking out, hissing in pain when he closed the door on your side out of frustration. “ow, nigga! can i get out of the door first before you try to close it out of pettiness.” you rolled your eyes holding your side as it thumped slightly.

“whatever man, just go!” you turned around and began walking because that’s what you were doing anyway.

you walked up to letitia’s car, you opened it and you were met with a big smile. you reached across and gave her a hug. “a bit late coming out of the house, no?” you rolled your eyes playfully. “well, when you have an interrogating ass nigga down your neck, expect a delay in arrival.” you laugh.

“hmm, he isn’t giving you too much trouble is he? i’d hate to have to make a trip back to your home after we’re done with today’s festivities and straighten him out for messing with my baby girl.” letitia raised her eyebrow at you. “thanks, but no! i have everything under control.”

“i still don’t know why you’re with him!” you give her a look and she throws her hands up in surrender. “relax, i’m just saying. you deserve way better.” she hinted. “um, can we enjoy our day now?” you didn’t wanna have this conversation.

“of course, of course.”

letitia took you shopping, you didn’t even get to spend your money— you weren’t allowed to spend it. “tish, i can buy my own things!” you pouted as the lady at the desk handed her yet another bag.

“i know you can, you just won’t when you’re with me. you know this.” you scoffed, “well, can i at least carry the bags?” she continued to walk as if she didn’t hear the words leaving your mouth. “letitia—”

“shh, just walk pretty.” she softly demanded.

you huffed at first but you sure did kept quiet and kept walking.

letitia also took you out to eat and she told you to just leave your card in the car. it was a fancy restaurant, something you’d never see yourself going to. a lot of things changed when tish came into your life.

after ordering your food, you guys engaged in conversation. “so,” a cheeky smile formed onto your face. “you find someone new?” you asked her as she took a sip of her drink. “what do you mean someone new?”

“you know, someone that catches your eye.”

she shook her head, “nah, i don’t suppose so.” she looked into your eyes. you nodded in acknowledgment. “you wanna know something?” letitia raised her eyebrow.

“he’s jealous of you.” you stirred the ice in your cup. “i can’t seem to find out why. he doesn’t like it when we go out.” you looked up at you. a smirk formed on tish’s lips which you were confused by.

“why are you smirking?” she doesn’t answer, instead she brings the straw to her mouth to take several sips of her drink. the smirk still being glued onto her face.

“this is some surprising news.” she spoke afterwards. you were about to say something back but the food arrived and you were so hungry, you barely wasted time to dig in.

tish was on the way driving back to your house, you rode in silence. the music in the background and tish slightly humming and tapping the wheel, to prevent it from being an awkward silence.

once you arrived, she helped you out of the car and grabbed your bags. she walked up the porch steps and sat them down on the chair. they went in for a hug, tish wrapping her arms around your hip. her tight was and it caused you to hiss.

you didn’t realize that the spot where the door hit you caused you pain until it was touched. “why are you hissing? you okay?”

“yea, he closed the door on me when i was walking on me.” you lifted your shirt to look at the spot and there was indeed a slight bruise. nothing too serious but serious enough for tish’s eyes to fill with anger.

“tish it’s fine—” she held her hand up at you telling you to be silent. “unlock the door for me, please.” you looked in worry before unlocking the door. letitia wasted no time and she opened the door and entered.

you grabbed your bags and quickly followed in. you sat them on the table and walked further in the house. letitia was standing over him and he was laying on the couch.

“mann, y/n why is she in my fucking face.” he sassed. “you closing your lady in doors now?” letitia asked. he sucked his teeth.

“man, ain’t nobody do shit. y/n why the fuck you telling her that bullshit!” he got loud and began to get on his feet but nah. “man, sit down.” letitia pushed him back on the couch. her voice boomed throughout the room.

you stood behind, watching everything go down, “yo sorry ass just gon stand there and let her do this shit to me!” he tried to get back up but he was shoved back down. “watch your mouth, man.” tish warned. “you put a bruise on her beautiful skin. why?!”

“i’m not finna answer you man, lemme get my shit and dip. i knew you had some lesbian crush on her and shit.” letitia let him get up. he grabbed his shoes and belongings and went up to y/n. “you know where i’ll be shorty.”

you watched as the door slammed shut then back at letitia who was slowly walking towards you. “you know baby girl, i understand.”

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, “i understand why he’s jealous.”

she sat her hands on your hip dips, “he knows how good i take care of you, doing the shit he should be doing.” she continued you were shocked by the words coming out of her mouth.

“he knows i could do so much better than he ever could, he knows i could take you away from him, just like that.” she snapped her fingers. “only if you let me.” she added.

her hand made her way up to your cheek, “so let me baby girl, please.” her eyes fanned down to her lips. “let me love you the right way.”

“tish—”

“don’t worry about him, baby. focus on me, focus on us.” you nodded your head and tish slowly leaned in to kiss your lips. you instantly melted into the kiss, this kiss was filled with love and compassion. something you never felt when you kissed him.

your guy’s lips moved together perfectly as if they were meant to be on each other’s. tish used her other hand, that was still on your hips to bring you closer to her, bodies against each other.

a whimper left your lips as the kiss broke. you looked down, “you lied.” you whispered. “i did? what did i lie about baby?” she asked.

“you said you didn’t have someone new that caught your eye. yet you’re here kissing me.” tish shook her head.

“i didn’t lie, you said something new, these feelings i had for you was nothing new baby girl.”

the enddd.

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[an1meslvt]

|all i need and more|

tag: toxic!shuriri x blackfemreader

warnings: toxic themes, smut (18+), love making, semi rough sex, praise kink, housewife! reader, dom!shuriri, fluff at the end:)

translations: xhosa: meholwni-hello, sthandwa-my love, yintoni engalunganga-what’s wrong, masikugcine sithandwa sam-let us take care of you my love, usana-baby

summary: shuri and riri have been missing out on important milestones in your marriage…but they try to fix it :)

“goddess y/n, queen shuri has ordered me to tell you that her and ms williams will be late for dinner tonight. she is also waiting on hologram as we speak. would you like to speak to her?” you sighed out of frustration. “yea griot. thank you.” “my pleasure.” the ai said before showing shuri’s sweet face.

“mholweni sthandwa. i’m sorry about tonight. me and riri ran into a problem.” she said sadly. “yea i understand shuri…is that all?” you said dryly, causing shuri to look confused. “yintoni engalunganga, y/n?” shuri asked. you took a deep breath before speaking.

“nothing shuri. i have to go, see you whenever.” you pressed a button on your kimoyo beads to hang up the call. you let out a disappointed huff as you began to put dinner away.

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

it was now later at night and you were watching an old sitcom from the 90’s. you stuck a few chips in your mouth as you laughed at the jokes that were told. your laughter was interrupted as the front door opened, revealing an irritated riri, and a tired shuri.

“oh wow! look who decided to come home.” you said sarcastically, turning your attention back to the television. “y/n we just worked 12 hours straight. could you give us a break please?” riri said as she took off her shoes. “riri…do you even know what day it is?” you asked, looking at her expectingly.

“it’s wednesday y/n.” she said confused. you laughed in disbelief. “ok. shuri do you know what day it is?” shuri said the same thing as riri, causing you to shake your head. “griot, what’s today?” you asked the ai.

“today is the anniversary of you, ms. williams, and the queen’s marriage, goddess y/n.” you thanked griot and looked up at shuri and riri. their faces feigned realization as they listened to griot.

“o-oh- y/n baby i-” you cut riri off. “no! i don’t wanna hear it. all the other times i let this shit slide because i know how hard you guys work. but our anniversary?!?! really?!?! you missed christmas and my birthday and a gave you a little leniency, but this, i can’t. the one day for all of us and you miss it. i honestly can’t do this.”

you began to walk upstairs before riri and shuri stopped you. “y/n…we are so sorry. we lost track of time! we didn’t mean to hurt you.” shuri said, rubbing your arm. riri stepped as well. “i’m sorry, ma. i completely forgot. me and shuri were so caught up in work that we didn’t even think about our anniversary. how can we make it up to you?” you shook your head and continued to walk up the stairs, shuri and riri right behind you.

“honestly, there’s nothing you can do or say right now. i just need time. let me sleep it off.” you got curled up into bed, laying your head your pillow. “come on, usana. there has to be something we can do.” shuri said as she and riri climbed into bed with you.

“i think i know what’ll cheer her up, shuri.” riri smirked, sliding her hands up your shirt to feel your plump breast. adding to the pleasure, shuri began to grind on your back side, her hands slipping into your panties. riri hungrily kissed your lips and shuri made hickeys all over your neck. “masikugcine sithandwa sam.” shuri said huskily in your ear, causing you to let out a quiet whimper.

༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

you laid between shuri and riri, both of them giving you amazing sensations. they both laid on either side of you, riri rubbing your swollen clit, and shuri pumping in two fingers.

“oh my god!” you gasped. “please don’t stop!” riri and shuri chuckled at your pleading. “we’re not gonna stop mama, just keep cumming for us.” riri said as she rubbed your clit faster. “are you gonna cum again sthandwa? cum for us baby, make a mess for your wives.” shuri said, pumping her fingers faster.

“w-wait! it’s too much! t-to m-much!” you cried, overstimulation getting the best of you. “come on, ma. just one more then shuri’s gonna eat that pretty pussy. don’t you want her tongue deep inside?” riri teased and shuri felt you tighten up.

you saw nothing but white as your orgasm hit you like a train. “oh there we go! let it out usana!” shuri said as she continued to move her fingers at a fast pace, making you squirt. “oh yea that’s it! keep squirting for us ma!” riri said as she rubbed your clit vigorously. you could couldn’t control your moans as your orgasm reached its peak.

finally, riri and shuri’s hands stopped, causing you to relax. “you did so good for us, usana. color?” shuri cooed as she kissed your cheek. “green.” you whimpered, still sensitive from your orgasm. “alright, ma. we need you to cum for us one more time, then we’re done, ok?” riri asked, causing you to nod.

shuri slid down between your legs, placing your thighs on her shoulders. “you ready, usana?” shuri asked, rubbing your thigh gently. you let out a faint “yes.” before she dug in. your hips bucked as you felt shuri’s tongue flick your clit.

“mmmm shuriiii!” you moaned as her tongue dipped inside of you. the way she skillfully moved the wet muscle around your pussy made you see stars. to top it all off, riri was whispering dirty things in your ear, making things all the more pleasing.

shuri moaned into your pussy as she felt you clench around her tongue. “are you about to cum? mama? gonna make a mess for us?” riri said into your ear, making you whine. “yes baby i’m gonna cum!” you moaned loudly, as your release began to seep into shuri’s mouth.

you grabbed her hair as you began to grind against her face. “fuck! i’m gonna cum again!” you screamed, making shuri and riri moan.

“oh shittt!” your body shook uncontrollably and your eyes rolled back into your head. you fell back against the sheets as shuri emerged from in between your legs. “good job sthandwa. gimme a color” shuri spoke softly. “g-green.” you choked out as you caught your breath.

“you did so good, baby.” riri mumbled into your neck. shuri patted your thigh lightly with a smile as she got up. “i’m gonna go get us some water, then we can all take a bath together.” she said before she walked downstairs. “i love you, ma.” “i love you too, riri.”

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

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