Pretty Girl

“Pretty girl”

Oj Haywood x Black!fem!reader (as usual)

Summary: Oj treats you just as gentle as his horses

Genre: fluff, Smut! (Minors get the fuck out!!)

Warnings!: spitting, swearing, overstimulation if you squint and tilt your head, small spoiler for NOPE if you haven’t seen it. mentions of Jean Jacket

Word count: that’s cute asf

My first stand alone for my favorite cowboy/final boy!!! Hope y’all enjoy!

“Eyes on me pretty girl, you good?” Oj spoke lowly into her ear as his hand rested on her waist. It seemed different coming his mouth this time, he wasn’t trying to distract her from Jean jacket hovering over them. Oh no he was talking her through it guiding it as his fingers curled inside her, his thumb applying pressure to her clit. His eyes never leaving hers as he spoke to her, lips busting themselves with her neck. “Oj please right there” she moaned softly slightly digging her nails into his shoulder blades. “Right there? That’s it?” He responded smirking into her skin his fingers inching deeper into her with ease. “Wanna cum please” she babbles trying to keep her eyes on him knowing if she didn’t he’d deprive her of her pleasure. “Take that shit then baby, I’ll give it to you”

“Fuck” she moaned feeling her orgasm approaching faster Oj speaking to her wasn’t helping stall it. “You got it baby, let it go for me hmm?” He whispered driving his fingers home as his thumb worked overtime. The fear of someone walking into the living room to find his fingers up her dress was nonexistent seeing as his only other neighbor for miles was claimed by Jean jacket and Emerald was at her girlfriend’s for the weekend. She could be as loud as she wanted and Oj took advantage of this opportunity drilling his fingers faster, his eyes boring into hers. “Oj, Oj yes.. please..” he gazed down at her swirling his tongue around her nipple sucking it harshly after “that’s it, that’s it, let that shit go”. His words mixed with his voice and the tempo of his fingers sent her over the edge, her back arching as she gasped for air. “You’re good, you’re good Y/N” that was the first time he’d addressed her by her name though this whole ordeal. He usually did when she was coming down as a way to softly ground her. His free hand playing with the locs she’d gotten some a few days ago as she came down.

“You good?” He questioned kissing her lips gently, she loved how gentle he was with her as if she was as precious as his horses. She nodded her head taking a deep breath smiling up at him “I’m good”. He smirked once again nodding his head “good because I’m not done yet” he kissed her lips again sliding down her body bunching her dress up around her waist. His lips paired with his teeth marking the soft skin of her thighs slowly closing in on his target. “Oj please..” she sighed gazing down at him, her breath hitching finding him already staring at her. His tongue licking a fat stripe up her slit wrapping his tongue around her clit sucking harshly. Her juices dipping down his throat like lemonade quenching his thirst. His tongue swirling around it before licking up her slit multiple times, spiting her juices onto her cunt before he dove in again eyes never leaving hers.

His strong hands holding her thighs open as he ate her as if she was his only food supply. A shiver running down her back when he growled into her cunt sucking especially hard on her clit. “Fuck Oj!” A moan falling from her lips seeing her juices painting his face making his skin glisten as if he’d been in the sun all day. A deep “mhm” was her only response as his tongue and pace ruthless not letting up for anything not even air, dipping in to scoop up her leaking desire slurping it down his awaiting throat. “Cum for me again pretty girl, you can do yeah” he spoke before latching his mouth onto her cunt again. “Fuck baby I’m close” his eyebrows raised at the pet name considering the fact she always said his name knowing how much it turned him on when she did so. Deciding to let it slide he responded with a “Mhm” refusing to come up when his mouth was full. Y/N gripped the cushion of the couch moaning loudly into the air curling her toes feeling a second orgasm approaching.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck” she sobbed feeling her coil inside snap granting Oj with an orgasm he was coaxing out of her. Once he finished slurping up her juices he slapped her cunt standing to his feet his frame looming over her, “watch ya mouth fo’ I put something in it”. With that he walked away returning with a warm washcloth cleaning between her legs being extra gentle when coming in contact with her cunt. Tossing the cloth in the laundry he returned with a bottle of water scooping Y/N into his arms carrying her to his bedroom. He removed her dress replacing it with his shirt pulling her into his arms afterwards. He tied her braids back placing her satin bonnet over her head a few swallows of water coming afterwards before a gentle kiss was placed on her forehead. “You did so good pretty girl, thank you for trusting me” he spoke into her ear rubbing her back as she drifted to sleep. He didn’t need to voice that he loved her, she already knew that by heart and she knew it wouldn’t change.

I’m sorry, but I do find it morbidly hilarious how Jean Jacket reacted to Jupe VS OJ over those six months. Think about it.

(Spoilers for Nope below)

Jupe is doing everything to try and Disney princess-tame this carnivorous alien pancake the size of a cul-de-sac. Fresh horse dinners like clockwork, setting up a whole little arena just for the visits, along with who knows what kind of extraterrestrial horse girl fantasy prep work in the meantime. Every bell and whistle he could pull out to keep JJ coming back on a schedule, he likely did. And we can guess the latter was always at night, yet the Star Lasso Experience was in the sunny afternoon. Which means he probably assumed Jean Jacket was hanging out in his clouds all day, just waiting for the next feeding like a trained dog–see horse, will hover. The UFO is his neighbor! They’re buds!

Nope.

Jean Jacket booked it back to OJ’s ranch every time, day and night. The same ranch where OJ was doing absolutely fuckall to interact with JJ. Instead he just went about his usual outdoor business with his horses (that were in plain view and never bothered until the snafu with the statue), perfectly oblivious to the giant man-eating Frisbee chilling out with him the whole time. For six months. No routine feeding, no song-and-dance interaction, no ‘But I know him! He trusts me and I trust him! I believe in our bond~!’ Just:

Jean Jacket, looming in a cloud: …

OJ, head down, working and ignoring JJ outright: …

Jean Jacket: …I appreciate what we have

Lucky woman

Shuri Udaku x wakandan fem reader

Summary: while in the market grabbing some fruit before a date with your soon-to-be wife a woman approaches you and Shuri isn't too fond of other women obviously flirting with you.

Snippet from the fic: “ "I think I was very nice about the situation I could have acted how you would have acted" ”

Everyone knows you're Shuri's woman she's not secretive about it she refuses to be secretive kissing you and gifting you every time she gets the chance. Shuri is a very busy woman but never too busy for you she always finds time to cut you in which means anywhere and anyplace. Being with Shuri means eyes are on you all the time wondering if you're fit for the title of queen and wondering if the queen herself will let you go. Wandering eyes are always watching you whether it be because you're beside their Queen or they're waiting for the moment for you to be away from Shuri. You are not a stranger to many people's eyes.

You and Shuri rarely have time to enjoy the simple things in life but when you do it consists of going to the market buying a shit ton of fruit and sitting on the beach.

You two were separated only a second ago when someone hands you a mango "oh thank you" you reply kindly but their hand lingers on yours when you take the fruit. "You're the soon-to-be queen" you cringe at the title at first endearing now it holds other meanings. "Y/n but yes" the woman nods "queen Shuri is one lucky woman" you nod as you continue picking fruit from the baskets "indeed she is talented, smart, and ambitious" the woman nods "while all of that is true that's not what makes her lucky woman." You glance at the woman in confusion "oh really? Then what does?" She smiles and as if your words are the consent she needs she eyes you in your fitted dress her eyes take in every curve and every dip of your body. "You. She's got the most beautiful woman in all of Wakanda she is truly talented to have gotten you to herself." You can't help the smile that grows on your face "Uhm yes" you laugh a bit out of embarrassment you could never tell a lie this woman knows how to play her cards right and you admire that. Shuri's not too fond of someone eyeing her girl like she's some piece of meat or making her laugh all nervously so she's quick to approach you both. Her walk is full of power it's something she emits well. It's something you've always been very fond of.

Shuri suddenly grabs your lips in what you think will be a sweet and short kiss but she doesn't stop causing you to gasp and go weak in the knees. Your lips parting gives her the room to deepen the kiss and pull you close your body sinks into hers when you pull away she's smiling and you're just staring trying to regain the strength that she just knocked out of you. "Mmm sthandwa (my love)" you hum in return the woman is amazed by Shuri's boldness. "The elders" she nods "I respect them with my heart but you I respect with my soul. They'll be fine." She shrugs and you smile as you gently play with her shirt. "Oh, it was nice meeting you..." You wait for a name but don't receive one "nice meeting you too queen Y/n." The woman leaves and Shuri watches before turning her attention back to you.

"So unnecessary truly" Shuri shrugs and pecks your lips "I think I was very nice about the situation I could have acted how you would have acted" you roll your eyes "and how would I have acted?" Shuri laughs and shakes her head "you would have cursed her out most likely causing a scene or you'd be jealous the whole day and act mad at me." You nod agreeing "okay I'll give you that you can have that." Shuri smiles and looks at the fruit in the basket "you ready?" You nod and link your arm in hers "yes." you both walk towards the back of the market to be met with a young boy. Shuri grabs the mango given to you earlier and gifts it to the kid he smiles and takes it upon Shuri's request. "What if I wanted that mango?" Shuri raises a brow "what if you wanted a gift from a girl who was trying to take you from me? That sounds like border line cheating to me. Are you trying to cheat on me?" you laugh because you're aware Shuri is being so unserious right now but her face is straight. "Absolutely not but I like mangos" she nods "if you want a mango I can get you one you just can't have that one it might have some seducing love spell and it'll make you leave me and..." you watch fondly as shuri rambles on no matter how much she matures you still see the younger version of her sometimes and the scene before you is a clear representation.

A/n: y'all are getting soft fics from me this weekend because drill is kicking my ass, to be honest. 😅like I'm sore and I have to do this shit all over again tomorrow. Anyways enjoy.

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the parallels between how poc are treated and how animals are treated in nope (2022) was perfect. one of the first scenes in the movie is when oj is on set for a commercial, and i was immediately as uncomfortable as he was. when he introduces himself to the white actress, she looks scared of him because his name is oj. she sees a black man with that name and can’t hide her inner thoughts. then the pa guy is confused as to where the “older one” is, clearly giving the message that he doesn’t trust oj to be a competent person. the pa sees him as an untrained boy, and doesn’t listen when oj tried to tell him not to look in the horse’s eyes. then when em explains the story of the first moving picture, we see that the black jockey and the horse aren’t even on the same level. people talk about the horse, but they don’t know anything about the man riding it.

then, there’s jupe and the gordy the chimp. jupe was a child star in a western comedy, and the poster itself gave me the wrong feeling. jupe and the unnamed black child actor he starred with were so clearly being used as a spectacle. it made me think of blazing saddles, how the idea of a black sheriff is absurd and funny. however, blazing saddles uses that as commentary and as a way to send a message, while in nope, we see that jupe was the victim of a film industry that tokenized him. then, with the chimpanzee, we see that same tokenization. a sitcom of a white family that includes an asian child and a chimp. it’s clear that both are meant to be equally funny; an asian kid is just as absurd as a chimp in human clothes and a birthday hat.

then, when we see him try to use the alien to create the same spectacle he was a part of in his youth, he realizes far too late that he’s made a mistake. that you can’t rely on an animal. his wife makes a comment about how working with trained animals is unpredictable, and we see in his eyes that he knows what’s about to happen. he put his trust in the behavior of a wild animal and now he’s paying the price and feeling the same fear he felt as a child.

Plot twist: A fat protagonist has a compelling arc and stays fat the whole time, because using weightloss to signify personal growth is fucked up and also lazy writing.

Scream for Me // Shuri Udaku

Shuri x Black Fem Reader.

Warnings : Begging. Breeding kink. Degrading. Oral. Wall sex. Strap on sex. Rough sex. Fighter shuri. Safewords. Dirty talk. Breath play.

Word count: i forgot to count again lmaoo.

Divider from @firefly-graphics :)

Song :

This song lawddddd.

Party Lights are spread out along the sidewalk and leading up to the front door.

Your hypnotized by the flickering lights on the wall , neon spotlights illuminate the front entrance.

Blasting music bursts through the house as you enter there are people everywhere they weren’t kidding when they said this party would be packed.

Your didn't go to parties often but your friend invited you claiming that you needed to get out of the house and have some fun. 

 Swiftly turning on your heel.

Your friend nearly knocks you backward.

“Y/n!” she exclaims, pure vodka on her breath, as she grabs onto your arms to keep herself steady.

“You’re here!” she shouts her african accent strong.

“Somehow.”

“I thought you weren't gonna show you know since your not that big on parties,” she drunkenly babbles. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

She’s probably shocked to see you at a party, instead of your typical “snuggling in bed at your house, reading smut books, and avoiding social gatherings”.

“Have you seen Y/F/N ?” she asks.

“Not yet. I just got here,” you tell her. “Sorry.” With that, she walks away.

 Making your way down the crowded hallway and into the kitchen, loud conversations drown out the Rap-themed music from the other rooms.

Flickering candles create the perfect amount of light for you to figure out your options for a drink.

Hard liquor vodka, it is.

“Good choice,” a voice says from behind you, before she enters your view.

“Really does pack a punch.”

You snort from her corny ass line, you also roll your eyes. “The stronger the better,” you say, nearly overflowing your cup in the process. 

“I like your outfit .” “Thank You .” Glancing down at your black, corset-style bodysuit with hints of purple in it, fishnet tights, and black combat heels, you cringe.

This was your last-minute effort to try to throw an outfit together.

“T/N!,” someone says from across the room. “You coming with us?” She looks their way and nods, before turning back to you once more.

“What’s your name, again?” “Y/n.”

“See you around, Y/n.” the punch did in fact, pack a punch. T/n was right.

Making your way to the center of the room, you sway your hips to the beat of the music, enticed by the strobe lights that seem to be coming from every direction.

Lifting your arms into the air, and shutting your eyes, you feel yourself submit to the new carefree feeling that rages through you.

Suddenly, hands are on your waist, guiding your to the rhythm.

You continue to dance, not giving any thought to the person behind you. until they slip their hands to the front of me.

Lower. Lower. Your heart races.

 “Stop,” you rush out panicking trying to break free from their hold. They breathe heavily against your ear. “You like it?”

“No, you fucking creep,” you shoot back, you break free from their grasp, bumping into several people dancing beside you.

To your dismay, they ignore your situation entirely. Your heart hammers.Its so many people. It’s so loud. 

The atmosphere is so thick your getting overwhelmed you can hardly see, let alone breathe.

You Turn to face the person who would not accept no for an answer, anger and disgust consume you ugh men you sigh.

Slamming your hands against his chest, you shove him away, and this time he gets the hint. And it’s clear that he has taken offense to your rejection you turn to walk away. 

“Bitch,” he laughs. A tall, figure lurks from the corner of your eye you barely can make out who the person is from the lights but you know its a woman.

Suddenly, she has your assaulter on the ground, and she’s towering over him.

Leaning down, she slams her fists against his face, punching him.

Over and over again untill she feels like stopping

She grabs him by the throat. “If you ever fucking touch her again, you will meet your ancestors Ipisi yekaka ( piece of shit). 

You regonize that voice.

You can almost hear the crippling sound of his face crunching from each blow, as dark, red blood pours from his nose like a faucet.

Lyrics boom from the speakers everyone scurries out of the way, watching in horror and disbelief as the scene unfolds right before they're eyes. 

You hear people say.

 " OH shit ! "

" Damn! She fucking him up"

" What is the panther doing here"

"I know those licks hurt! "

 The panther? She's here you think.

As soon as they try to pull her off, she jerks toward them, taunting them.

They immediately step back, not daring to be her next target.

Your heart is pounding against your ribcage.

This was all for you she helped you she protected you.

The outline of her backside is daunting.

Primitive. It’s as if she’s hunting her prey, and she doesn’t stop beating him until he’s knocked out cold.

The tall, woman dressed in all black slowly turns to face you, and the moment you see her your left a hot, quivering mess.

Its fucking Shuri Udaku the fucking Queen of Wakanda is standing in front of you.

There’s just something about this moment that mesmerizes you. 

You've always had a crush on her had fantasies about her.

She approaches you, now towering over your frame. The dark fabric of her outfit hides her body, it’s obvious she’s built like a God.

She tilts her head to the side, studying your reaction, and your body reacts right on cue. 

Your nipples pucker, straining against the material of your corset.

Your inner thighs become drenched.  

Bast. She looks like pure sex you think.

Your face is flushed, and your breathing is labored.

“Thank you,” you unthinkingly say trying to get rid of your devilish thoughts.

“His face!” A guy shouts ,kneeling over your assaulter, who is still unconscious.

Bleeding profusely. “You broke his face! I’ll kill you!”

Shuri snaps her head in his direction.

The man rushes to his feet, bolting toward us, fear overtakes you. With one, swift motion, Shuri swings, and her fist collides with the rude mans jaw.

He collapses onto the floor next, and remains there, completely motionless.

It’s a real-life blood bath, yet you don’t make a sound. Silently observing the blood as it spurts from his nose, you watch as it then trickles down his face.

Without thinking it through, you push your way through the crowd of people, some laughing.

You lock your fingers around Shuri's wrist. Forcefully pulling her along with you as you both exit the room.

Nearly knocking someone onto their ass. Once you spot a large, spiraling staircase, you lead her to the top.

It’s now much darker on this floor, although a bit less crowded, and the music only seems to grow louder. It echoes through the hallway, sounding like a beating heart.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

Pushing open the nearest door and stumbling into the room, a pair of shoes almost knock you off your balance.

Before you even have the chance to trip over them, she catches you, bringing you close to her chest. 

She's so Masculine and Feminine.

Staring up at her through your lashes, you gaze helplessly into her eyes.  

Shuri closes the door behind you two.  

You're alone with Shuri you've never felt so safe. 

What does that say about you?

There’s sexual tension, an electrical current in the air, and your inner thighs once again become slick. Well, damn.

You're infatuated, on cloud nine. Over the moon.

Maybe it’s because she just kicked the shit out of some guy who wouldn’t take his hands off of you when you told him to stop.

Suddenly, the rush of adrenaline makes you feel sick, and you peel yourself away from her.

“You good?” She asks you.

That voice.

So powerful.

The accent, it makes you weak.

“Yeah,” you say,  “I’m fine.”

There’s something about her presence that has you completely aroused.

“Did that guy hurt you?” She asks.

Her voice sends a chill down your spine.

Bast help me. Although, there’s a voice in your head that says, “Bast isn’t here right now.”

“No. He didn’t have the chance to hurt me,” you anxiously reply, gazing up at her with gratitude. “Thanks to you.”

“He knows what he wants,” she speaks up.

“Oh?” You sheepishly question, taken back. “And what does he want, exactly?”

She steps toward you, inching closer. Closer.

You swallow hard.

Shuri says. “Ask me directly.”

A warm, fuzzy feeling washes over you from her seductive tone. “What do you want?” You finally ask, barely any sound to your voice

“I want what every other guy or girl in this party wants.”

She reaches to your curly hair, brushing it over your shoulder, her tatted hand lightly brushing against your neck. 

You feel so exposed as she stands over you 

Vulnerable.

“Say it,” you urge, gathering the jacket over her chest in your hands. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck,” she breathes.

 Without warning, the door opens.

“Got your text,” a girls says

“Couldn’t have been any better with your timing Riri,” Shuri dryly mutters, dismissing her with a single wave of her hand.

The second the door shuts behind her, she gazes down at you in silence.

You can almost make out the outline of her eyes from the dim light on the other side of the room. 

Suddenly, your heart begins to pound.

What are doing? What are you thinking? 

This is so unlike you.

You think to yourself. Although, that’s the thing. Tonight, you can be whoever the hell you want to be. And for once in your life, you choose to be reckless.

"You asked what I want,” she says, inching closer as you lose your ability to breathe.

“I’ve been watching you all night Nkosazana i want to fuck you until you’re screaming in ecstasy while coming around me baby."

A hushed moan escapes you're trembling lips as she lights a burning desire within you. 

You've never felt this way before. So hot and undeniably bothered.

An ache settles between your legs, and warmth blushes your  skin.

You can literally feel your clit pulsing, begging for her tongue, and you can’t seem to fight the urge of tearing off her outfit.

“I want to explore every inch of your body Sthandwa sami,” she boldly says.

Another quiet moan leaves your lips without your permission.

“You like it when I call you that, don’t you,baby?” 

“Sthandwa sami,” you echo her words ,infatuated.

“There it is,” she coos, taking your jaw in her hand, ensuring you look directly into her eyes. 

“Now tell me. If I were to slip my hand between your thighs, right now, how wet would you be for me?”

Your stomach clenches tight at the thought. The truth is, you're wetter now than you’ve ever been in your life. 

" Very,” you whisper.

“Fuck,” she grunts, tightening her grasp on your face, squishing your cheeks.

“I haven't even tasted you yet but I can already taste how sweet you are. I want a taste.”

You're knees are only moments from buckling. 

You're entire body begins to quiver.

You're face fills with heat.

 Somehow, your darkest fantasies, that you figured you could only dream or read about, have the power to come to life right before your eyes.

“Such a pretty mouth. I want to put it to good use.” she traces your bottom lip with her thumb, cocking her head to the side. “

Tell me what you want from me, and I’ll give it to you.”

And finally, you let go wholeheartedly.

“You,” you answer her.

“I want you to bring my darkest fantasy to life.” “Darkest,” she echoes, hesitating.

“I can imagine my dark is far different than yours, sithandwa.” 

“Dark,” you emphasize. 

"But on one condition."

Placing her hand on your chest, she moves your body backward, pinning you to the wall.

Lightly wrapping her fingers around your throat, she presses down, making it a challenge for you to swallow grasping her wrist.

“Just one night.” 

You rush to say.

She laughs, with no humor intended. 

“You say that so easily, like it’s possible for me to let you go.” 

“Well, that’s my condition,” you press.

“Even if it’s for tonight, and tonight only, nkosazana,” she hesitates,

“You’ll still always be mine.” she lets out.

“Beg me for mercy if my dark is too much for you.”

With that, she releases you, and you gasp for air, watching as she removes her shirt.

“Face the wall,” she instructs.

And you hesitate, unsure if you've heard her correctly.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, "intombi eswiti” 

( sweet girl ) she warns, her voice low. 

"You asked for dark. Don’t forget that.”

Turning on your heel, you stare at the wall, bracing yourself for the unknown.

Terrified, yet thrilled at the same time. Adrenaline pumps like nitrous through your veins. You want this.

You need this.

 She lets out a sharp breath. “Hands against the wall.”

Pressing your palms against the cold, hard surface, a chill creeps down your spine.

Your instinct is telling you to run. Far, far away.

Except your arousal is evident.

Your nipples are puckered into hard, brown buds. Your dark skin is flushed. 

Your breathing is shallow.

Your thighs are slick, and your body is begging to be fucked.

But not just by anyone.

By her. The Panther.

“Do you trust me?” She asks, and you can almost feel her gaze burning through the back of your skull.

“Yes,” you answer softly.

“Foolish, intombi,” she taunts you, brushing your hair behind your shoulder, exposing your neck.

Be reckless, you encourage yourself.

Without giving it any more thought, you spin around until you're facing her, defying her orders entirely.

She towers over you, even with the added inches of your heels, making you feel so powerless in her presence.

So weak, and defenseless.

It’s disturbing, yet so hot it has your mouth salivating Your dying to know what it feels like to be hers.

“I want you,” you admit, pleading with eyes for her to act on it. “Right now.”

Shuri leans into you, pressing your back to the wall.

“So eager,” she says.

Your imagination wanders...

“Close your eyes,” she orders.

She slips her hand between your thighs, massaging your clit over the thin fabric, making you squirm.

“Such a good girl.”

The quiet rip of your fishnets and your underwear being torn at your crotch leaves you on edge.

You can’t even fathom how hot she must look on her knees for you.

Your legs begin to quiver.

The cold air sends a chill through you as it brushes against your damp inner thighs, as she spreads your legs wider, exposing you.

“Please,” you whimper, taking your bottom lip between your teeth.

“That’s right,” she bites out. “Fucking beg.”

Your heart pounds through your ribcage.

“Please,”  you beg, desperate to release all this built-up sexual tension.

Her warm breath brushes your clit, every nerve ending on edge she groans, pushing her fingers between your sensitive flesh. 

“Such a needy little slut, aren’t you?”

Your body jolts, and you helplessly writhe against the wall, reaching down for her.

Burying your fingers through her curls, you kick open your legs wider.

“Pleasepleaseplease,” you whine.

She whines back, mocking you.

“Panther, I’m begging you.”

“Fuck,” she sharply groans, rubbing your clit in slow, torturous circles, as you moan with satisfaction. “You’re so fucking wet.”

She dips the tip of her finger inside of you, barely, and the anticipating is beyond agonizing.

Thrusting deeper, your inner walls tighten around her, and yourstomach tenses.

Without warning, she quickens her pace, pushing her finger into you over and over, before adding in another.

 Curling her fingers in all the right places, she slows, stroking your walls. 

"Such a tight, little pussy.” she says.

“Shuri baby ,” you impatiently moan, and that does it without wasting another second, she lifts you and lowers you onto the bed.

Firmly grabbing your ankles, she pulls you to the edge, spreading your legs once more. 

She presses her lips on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, teasingly.

And finally, she takes your clit into her mouth.

She traces her tongue over your clit, flicking lightly in the perfect rhythm, then up and down the wet slit of your sex.

Nobody has ever made you feel this good.

She skims her hands over your breasts, and you grab her wrists, holding them in place. 

Yanking down your top ever so slightly, she pinches your nipples, twirling them between her fingers.

This only seems to bring you more pleasure, as she thrusts her tongue inside of your pussy.

“That feels so good you're so good,” you moan, writhing against herface. “Yes.”

She trails her hands down your chest, ribcage, and hips, caressing each part of your body as she slips them lower and lower to your most sensitive place. Moving your legs further apart with one hand.

Thrust after thrust, she continues this beautiful attack of sucking, nibbling, tasting.

Savoring you, as if she’s literally starving.

Your stomach flutters, your breathing quickens, and you buck your hips, matching the thrusts of her fingers.

She reaches for your arms, suddenly pinning you the bed, giving you no option to escape.

Fisting the sheets with trembling, sweaty hands, a feeling builds up inside of you, and bursts into pieces.

" Thats it baby." she says and you cum, forgetting how to breathe, your toes curling.

Riding out your orgasm, you grind yourself against her face, until you physically can’t take it anymore.

“Bast.” she groans, her face still buried against your wetness. “You taste too good, baby. I need more.”

She tightens her hold on your arms, pinning you in place, and burying her face against your pussy.

Just when you believe that it isn’t possible to come again, she proves you wrong, fucking you into oblivion with her fingers and tongue until you're exploding with pleasure, even more than before, to the point of where you're seeing stars through your eyelids.

“I can’t,” you whimper, trying to break free from her grasp.

Shuri doesn’t stop.

You don't want her to stop.

“I can’t take anymore,” you gasp, hushed, little whimpers escaping your lips but you still cry out “Oh, yes. Yes.”

Your orgasm consumes you, taking you over entirely.

Nothing else matters but the earth-shattering sensation, as you ride out wave after wave of this everlasting euphoria. 

Your inner walls spasm, your legs begin to shake, and you're sure you've forgotten how to breathe. Attempting to gather back any strength in your body that you can find.  

About a minute passed before you felt her hand caressing your face.

“Mine,” she claims you. “You are mine.”

Your lips part, and your stomach flutters. 

Shuri steps closer to the bed, and reaches down, lightly stroking your hair. Many thoughts cross your mind, and you get that warm, fuzzy feeling that you can’t seem to get enough of.

 “Use your words, Usana”

“Choke me,” you carelessly breathe, flustered.

“I want you to choke me”

She locks her tatted hand around your throat, holding you still.

“Like this?” She breathes, tightening her grasp.

You nod slightly.

Leaning down, she hesitates beside my ear.

“Words, baby,” she reminds you.

“Yes,” you mutter. “More.”

Trailing her hand to your jaw, she turns your head to the side, forcing you to look at her. 

She turns you around and leans down, gripping beneath your thighs she picks you up and places you against the wall.

“This?” She asks.

“More,” you whisper.

“I know what you want, but I love to hear you beg me.”

She's then lightly brushing her hands against the back of your legs, then trailing the tips of her fingers to your inner thighs, she hesitates at the lower buttons of your bodysuit.

“Please,” you moan, feeling her muscular , shoulders beneath your hands. “Please, more.”

“You call that begging?”

“Please Shuri,” you plead, as she rubs your clit. 

“Please, Shuri, please.”

“Fuck, baby,” she sharply exhales.

"That’s right. Say my name.”

“You ready to take this dick mama?”

“Yes,” you reply.

“Now Fuck me,” you order.

She groans and taps one of her kimoyo bead earrings then you hear a little sound then she takes off her pants and you see her strap attached to her hips its impressively big.

" I've infused vibranuim in this along with sensation outlets which means i can feel you i can feel inside of you."

Holy shit. There’s no way you can take her. You think.

 You brace yourself on her shoulders, she pulls you rubbing the tip of her dick along your wet entrance.

Up and down, over and over, toying with you.

Teasing you driving you to the brink of insanity.

“Please,” you eagerly beg, desperate to feel her.

Without warning, Shuri enters you with one, hard thrust. Stretching you wide, buried to the hilt.

“Fuck,” she bites out, getting a better grip on you as she secures her arms around your back.

The inner walls of your pussy tightens and grip at her strap with each stroke, your body jolts back from the hard force.

Thrust, after thrust, after thrust, she fucks you.

"You feel so fucking good baby i wish i could stay in this pussy forever." She says and throws her head back plunging herself deeper, faster, pushing her way inside of you repeatedly.

Wrapping your arms around her neck, you hold onto her for dear life, spreading your legs wider so you can feel her more fully , you can feel her in your stomach it’s almost too much.

She reaches down to the top of your pelvis and she presses down. 

"You feel me here baby?"

" Yes i feel you oh my-you fuck me so good."  You moan out.

You really can feel her there.

She's too massive.

She quickens her pace, pounding into you relentlessly. Your crying out to her, whimpering, and gasping for air to fill your deprived lungs.

Digging your nails into the muscles of her back.

“Shit,” you cry out, throwing your head back matching her merciless thrusts with your hips. “Oh, fuck, Shuri !”

Your eyes start to close as your climax builds and builds, rapidly approaching.

“Look at me,” she orders, slamming into you.

Harder. Even harder.

And you obey, staring desperately into her brown eyes something about this is so erotic.

 She’s fucking your brains out through the hole she ripped in your fishnets.

Roughly squeezing your ass, and bruising your skin, she lifts you standing tall as she bounces you on her thick dick.

 Adjusting to her size in this new position, your arms find their way around her neck.

You cry out in ecstasy, grinding your clit against her pelvis, creating the perfect amount of friction.

“Yesssss,” you whimper, rubbing yourself against her.

She brings you down harder each time, bucking her hips with each deliberate thrust, throwing you closer and closer to the edge.

" This pussy feels so good " she moans loudly.

“Fuck,” she groans, slamming your back to the wall. wincing from the pain, your legs lock around her waist tighter.

You cry out, moaning louder, as she claims you ruthlessly.

" I want to hear you scream.”

" Scream for me. "

No longer able to hold yourself back, you scream out with pleasure, letting go completely.

“Good girl, you take me so well." She praises, squeezing your ass as she slams into you with an urgency.

“You’re such a good fucking girl.”

“Only for you ,” you whimper, as she adjusts the angle so now she's directing hitting your gspot. “Fuck, yes!”

“I want everyone in this house to know that you’re mine.”

“Tell them, baby.”

“I’m yours,” you breathlessly moan, rocking your hips to match her thrusts.

“That’s right. Such a good little slut."

"Bounce on your panthers dick.”

Tightly grasping her shoulders, you ride her dick you can feel it really pulsating she must've spend week's building it.

Your senses are heightened, sending you into a state of pure euphoria. She pulls you from the wall, easing you up and down on her thickness, urging you to rock your hips.

“Baby,” she grunts, bringing you down harder.

“Just like that open up for me.”

"Shuri,” you moan, "right there."

" Please cum inside of me fill me up please Panther. " You beg her.

" You want me to fill you with my cum baby?"

" Yesss I want all of your cum."

“ Then cum for me,” her accent drowning her words.

Your orgasm claims you, ripping through you, catching you completely off guard.

The intensity is unimaginable. You've never gotten off without your vibrator but Shuri hits all the right places.

Your back arches, pleasure consuming your body from your head to your toes. 

" Let go baby" she tells you.

"Im gonna fill you up so good baby and you're gonna take all of me" 

Your serotonin levels skyrocket, and in this moment, nothing else matters.

As she moves within you, with slow, deep thrusts, she grasps you tighter, gaining back full control.

 Pure bliss takes over, earth-shattering sensations rocking through you like nothing you've ever felt in your life.

This is what it’s supposed to feel like.

“Bast.” she breathes her jaw clenching as she cums she leans against you.

Grazing your fingertips to the curve of her hips, you pull her closer, as both of yall's cum leaks down your thigh.

“Now that, nkosazana—” she firmly takes your jaw in her hand, tracing your lips with her thumb.

" Is how you deserve to be fucked. Always"

A/n : OMG WHO WROTE THISS but anyways i hope y'all enjoy my second ever fic please leave feed back LOVE YOUU🩷.

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