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saintwrld · 1 year

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Money and Love

pairing: shuri x black fem!reader

theme: Daddy Panther meets her lovely sugar baby.

summary: as if life wasn't rainbows and butterflies enough for you, it just got a little more complicated. you try to survive but a certain panther graciously offers her hand to you.

warnings: lots of brand names bc i can, innocent!reader, panther!shuri, reader's protective and toxic parents, possessive!shuri, cocky!shuri, slight smut, thigh riding, praise kink (from Shuri)

word count: 8.7k words (just walk with me y’all)

translations: sthandwa - love, entle - pretty/beautiful, nkosazana - princess

saints's notes: hello everyone! the lovely @playgurlxoxo came up with this amazinggggg idea so i decided to attempt it 🤭. This is for my people who love a good sugar daddy/sugar baby trope so I hope i reach some people standards. also, can you tell that i love wizkid? no? great!

hope you enjoy!

edit: it took me WEEKS to finish it so y'all better like it! also if there are typos, ignore them!!

taglist: @taiiunknown , @playgurlxoxo, @abenomeiiii, @pinkwright, @verachii, @vampzxi, @izrinmabel1 , @marsology, @inmyheadimobsessed , @heejayy , @prettymrswright , @pantherheart, @sapphicvqmpires, @sariiwritingg, @mbakuetshurisprincess, @zayswriting.

Picking at the warm vegetables on your plate with the food, you listened to your parents converse about your study timetable and how it would need to be adjusted now that your aunt is coming to visit soon.

"I'm telling ya, her grades will be intact whether Melissa is here or not. What you do need to control is your raggedy little sister and she's going to behave in my house. My daughter will graduate from that university with my money in the bank." Your father snapped at your mother the moment she mentioned her younger sister.

Looking at the ticking clock on the wall and seeing the hands hit 2:45. Growing up, that would be your three hour warning mark to finish up any homework and take your ass right to bed to wake up at the crack of dawn because your father wanted you to study. Your friends were your books and maybe your two neighbours, Leilani and Justine.

"I told you, Marcus. You better respect my sister when she gets here. You acting like you the only person contributing money into this home. I work too damn hard to not be given credit." Your mother scoffed, stuffing a mini potato in her mouth as she rolled her eyes at your dad.

He simply sighed, looking at you with the same anger that he held for your mother. The moment you were born, he knew you would inherit everything from your mom and he loathed that. Your mom never told him that she was having a girl and that only pushed him to raise you to be his carbon copy with smarts and it confused you as a child. You cooped yourself up and became 'their precious little angel', staying away from everything the normal kids were doing.

I mean, you only got a phone after your 18th birthday and it only stopped being monitored months ago, giving you freedom to try and find yourself. However, you never gave yourself a chance to explore your personality. You even do college online because of what your parents taught you which is to stay away from people because they all have bad intentions.

"Y/n, take that phone of yours and go outside to take a walk. We need this to be a conversation for grown people." He ordered, immediately making you stand up and take your plate to clean it up. After stepping out of the kitchen, you quickly walked to your room to get changed. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you looked pretty decent with a light pink knit sweater with a pair of jeans with air force ones.

Heading to the front door, you heard your mother's booming voice from the dining room. "Don't go anywhere near some boys. You already look like a target for them." Rolling your eyes, you took the spare house keys and slammed the door shut as you stood on the porch. You could hear the complaints from your parents but you could care less about anything they have to say.

Your current mood was caused by a realisation you had earlier. You have no money neither do you have any financial freedom. There are things you wish you could do but you knew your parents held you back but they're right, the world wasn't a safe place even if they are superheros protecting the universe.

Shaking your head out of your thoughts, you gently knocked on the oakwood door, feeling your hands trembling. As the door opened, her deep ginger hair peeked through the door and a grin was painted her face as she recognised who was at her doorstep.

"Hey neighbour!" Your good friend and neighbour Leilani, greeted you enthusiastically with her arms open, ready to hug you. You accepted the hug and let go once she invited you inside her home.

"Hey Lei..." You trailed off, admiring her house. It was the complete opposite of what yours was because of the multiple plants adorning her walls and windows along with the vibrant colours of her furniture and how different objects were shaped differently, definitely reflecting her calm yet energetic nature.

Seeing them stop in their tracks in their emerald green kitchen, she turned back to face you with a concerned look on their face. "Nope, I will not allow you to be sad in my house. What's wrong?" Lani ran back to your side and gestured for you to sit on the large couch facing the huge tv.

"It's just," you started, plopping down on the soft couch. "I feel so...weird. People my age are doing things that would put my parents in a coma. I understand why they do what they do but it would be nice to do something for myself for once, y'know?" You whined. All your friend did was nod.

"Look, you probably don't wanna hear this but you need to start doing shit for yourself." She replied, seeing you physically cringe at the curse word. "This friendship is the most independent thing you have going for you. Hell, you even do college online because they asked you to." Leilani turned to face you completely.

"My question to you is what do you want for yourself? And don't even think of mentioning your weird ass parents." She commented, making you cut your eyes at her at the subtle insult directed to your parents.

What do you actually want for yourself? First thing that comes to your mind is freedom but you couldn't betray your parents like that. They sacrificed so much for you but if you think about clearly, the insults and bullying from them was unnecessary because you did everything they asked of you. You couldn't go to school because they wanted you to stay home. You couldn't find your own fashion sense because they claimed it was that of whorish behaviour when behind their backs, you gawked at the gorgeous women who were independent and rich on the one app you were allowed to have, Pinterest.

You envied those women. You hated how they could dress freely as they wanted to, you hated how they spent their money on beautiful bags, vacations and diamonds. You hated the smiles on their faces when holding the expensive bag with the shortest mini skirt on. You hated how you wanted to be just like them. You wanted to be a luxurious babe who had as many shoes as there were diamonds on her cuban link.

And oh, how you wanted to be loved. How you want to show off the flowers you had randomly gotten from your significant other. How you wanted to film your reaction to receiving your dream car. How you wanted to keep your relationship private from the world. And most definitely how you wanted to be treated like a princess both physically and sexually. You knew you had no experience in anything involving things that were in the bedroom. The only way you could express such was reading erotic books in the library far from home but then again, you couldn't bring yourself to read past kisses.

You wanted to be rich. You wanted to be loved. You wanted to be happy. You wanted to be free.

You just didn't know where to start.

"I want to do whatever I want." You answered, seeing a smile spread across Leilani's face. She motioned her hand for you to continue. "I want to be able to go out and be social. I wanna form friendships and relationships. I want to be free, Lani." You expressed, feeling tears prick your eyes at the realisation of your dreams.

Leilani stood up and reached her hand out to you. "Wanna start now?" She smirked. Your small smile dropped from your face along with your shoulders.

"I can't," You hesitated. "I don't have anything. They took my whole allowance and put it in my dad's pocket to go towards the church." You explained. Lani's smile widened even more. She took out her phone to text someone. "That's okay, Justine and I have been waiting for this day."

"Waiting? What are you talking about?" You said, still sitting. You were too scared to stand around in people's houses, your parents said it was rude.

"We are taking you to rebel against your parents. Just give them a bit of a heart attack when we get back." She smirked, aggressively typing her phone. You couldn't even respond because you were so shocked. Justine and Leilani were the wildest people you knew, constantly experimenting with tattoos, piercings and all sorts of clothing.

Maybe this is what you needed in order to start your journey into freedom.

The sun was beaming in your face as you sat in the passenger seat of Justine's car, driving down roads that had shops you'd only dreamt of buying from. The bass of the music had the windows slightly vibrating and your two friends sang along loudly to some rappers who you obviously weren't familiar with. Drake and 21 something. Yeah, that sounded about right.

You couldn't help but bop your head along as the beat of the song was hitting against your chest, the melody slowly becoming one of your favourite sounds.

As the song was coming to an end, Justine lowered the volume. "How you feel about piercings?" She questioned, coming to a halt at the red light. You turned your head to show her the frightened look on your face when you heard what sounded like revving from the car next door. Looking at it from your side, it looked matte black with tinted windows. However, you couldn't tell what it was because Justine was fangirling over it.

Slumping back in your seat as it sped away, your friends started discussing it. "Ayo, wasn't that a Mansory?!" Leilani exclaimed from the back seat. "I just know that shit cost a good couple millions." Justine smiled and sped up a little to catch up with the car but it was too far. Holding on to the handle on the car and gripping onto the seatbelt felt like the safest thing to do.

"Man, I love doing that. Anyway, y/n. You ain't answer the question." Justine changed the topic so quickly, you couldn't feel yourself nod, seeing the wide smiles on their faces.

Parallel parking her car in a few seconds seemed effortless as Justine parked in front of a edgy looking parlour, 'V's Secret'. "Okay! Now y/n, remember to enjoy yourself. It's okay to be nervous and if you need anything, just call us. Just don't forget what we discussed." Lani said, leaning forward and looking at me. I nodded and took a deep breath.

"Uh thanks guys. I guess I-i'll see you guys later." You stuttered, clutching onto the small purse Leilani gave you since you didn't have any and you were too scared to go back home anyway so you just agreed to go with your friends.

You got out the car and waved to your overly excited friends who slowly drove off as they watched you step onto the pavement. This would be your first step into your new life, one that wouldn't be controlled by your parents. You surprisingly agreed to their plan of roaming around and window shop, getting food by yourself and anything else you could do with the money they had given you to 'jumpstart your new life' as they said.

Eventually facing the tattoo and piercing shop and taking another deep breath, you enter with fake confidence, gaining the courage to speak to someone, anyone than your friends and parents.

Exiting the shop, you wiped the last of your tears as you held a smile on your face. Grabbing your old, barely functioning phone from the purse, you looked at yourself and admired your nose piercing. It may have been small but you absolutely loved it. So much so that you hadn't been paying attention to where you were going. As if time was slowing down, you collided with someone else and watched your phone fall out of your hands, falling apart as it hit the floor.

Muttering out a few apologies, you kneeled down to collect your absolutely destroyed phone and saw a tattooed and ring-clad hand enter your vision. Looking to the side of the hand, you could see a bright orange bag with blue straps, with you immediately recognising it as 'Louis Vuitton'.

You couldn't pinpoint where you had seen the tattoos on the person's hand but they seemed extremely familiar. "No, please forgive me. I wasn't focused." A low, slightly deep accented voice assured. The accent. It all started to click for you on who exactly you bumped into. Lifting your head to look at the woman, you internally freaked out.

Queen Shuri of Wakanda. The Black Panther was in your presence, helping you. This is the same woman who you had to do an extensive project on in order to get the highest grade for your class. This was the woman who you were incredibly intimidated by whenever she would make eye contact with the camera whenever you were watching her interviews. This was one of the wealthiest and smartest people on earth. She was also what your peers would call your 'gay awakening'. She was one of the most powerful people in the world and she's helping you.

She stood up at the same time as you and the height difference was evident as she towered over you. Looking at the hand extended to you held your phone, it was definitely not going to work after that fall. Still holding an apologetic look on her face, Shuri covered the phone with her hand and held eye contact with you.

"Again, I feel absolutely terrible. Do you mind if we could go replace it?" Shuri suggested. Finally snapping out of it, you furrowed your eyebrows. "O-oh I can't make you do that. I-it's okay, Your Majesty." You hesitated to decline. From the minimal reports you had on the woman in front of you, you knew she didn't take no for an answer.

Her eyes slightly lowered and she tilted her head a little, still keeping the eye contact. You couldn't even feel her taking the phone from your hand. "I insist." She smirked and you felt a drop in your stomach as you could see a glimpse of something gold resting on her teeth.

"Okay." You whispered as she nodded and held your hand in one hand and the LV bag in the other. She began walking slowly in order for you to match her pace. "If I may ask, what is your name?" She spoke up as she still held your hand. She knew very well that people could see her and immediately recognise her but no one dared to question it.

Giving yourself a chance to observe her, you noticed that she wore a black compression shirt with black cargos paired with sneakers that looked to be from Nike. The cuban link rested on her collarbones shone brightly as the sun reflected on the diamonds. Her earrings were matching with the beaded bracelet on her wrist and on the other sat a silver and gold watch with a dark green face.

"It's Y/n, Your Majesty." You muttered, feeling the eyes on you as you walked with Shuri. You two looked completely different from each other and you knew that. She looked powerful, holding her head high and not being bothered by the stares but you, however, were an anxious mess. Today was going to be simple with you just doing one or two things that were out of your comfort zone but to be walking with royalty was just out of this world.

If your parents caught wind of this, you would be in trouble. Worse than what you could ever imagine.

Seeing Shuri slow down her pace made you halt your steps as you stopped by a car. A car that you somewhat recognised as the one that Justine and Leilani were screaming over. It was truly beautiful when it's parked in front of you. The sharp edges of the design fit Shuri and her current vibe. The car was huge and looked expensive. Shuri watched as you gawked at the car, fascinated by you. The sense of innocence you carried and how you had spoken to her as if you had feared her.

She did not want you to be afraid of her and her status however the innocent look in your eyes sparked something within her. How she wanted to protect you and keep you all to herself because the world would be far too cruel to you. The way you just are boosts her ego to a level she didn't even know existed. She wanted to spoil you with all the money she had. She couldn't get you to be with her yet so she'd lure you in with something that clearly caught your attention very quickly: money.

She unlocked the car and immediately opened the car door for you to which you thanked her as you entered the car that smelt like heaven. The scents of vanilla, sandalwood and a hint of chocolate hit your nose in the most pleasant way. Looking at the rest of the car, you noticed that the stitching on the seats was yellow with the logo replaced with a panther and there were stars on the roof. The dash of the car was black with a hints that you're inside a Lamborghini. Not just any, a customised version for the queen of Wakanda.

She entered the car very quietly, making sure to not startle you during your observation. You watched as her tattooed hand lifted the lever and press 'start', hearing the car roar as she got ready to drive, fastening her seatbelt and her reaching over to fasten yours. Her face was inches away from yours, smelling her perfume and looking at her neck tattoos, drove you crazy. The same feeling you had when you looked at her the first time definitely increased because of her kind gesture. You unconsciously clenched your thighs together, seeing her subtly smirk at you.

"Your name is beautiful. May I apologise once again for your phone." Shuri mentioned, seeing you shake your head in disagreement. "Seriously, there's no need to. I was at fault mostly because I wasn't looking, Panther." You assured, immediately slapping your hand over your mouth as you looked away from her.

Panther?! Why did you call her that?!

"So I'm guessing we're on nickname basis already? I haven't even gotten the chance to introduce myself, sthandwa." She teased, turning the steering wheel to finally drive into the main road. "I-I know that." You muttered making the woman next to you chuckle.

"Can I?" She asked, with you immediately nodding your head. She took note of your eagerness around her. How cute.

"I'm Queen Shuri of Wakanda and also the Black Panther. Do you mind telling me about yourself?" She suggested to which you turned to face her. How were you going to do this? You couldn't reveal your entire life story to her but then again, she's the only person you've met outside of your neighbourhood. You felt protected with Shuri.

"I'm..y/n and I'm a broke college student who just recently got a nose piercing." You said and she looked at you. Looking into your eyes then nose then lips and back to your eyes again. "The piercing suits you." She complimented you and you couldn't help but blush at her words. "Thank you." You whispered as you hid behind your sweater paw.

As if time sped up, the car had stopped and Shuri was climbing out of it to open the door for you once again. You looked at your surroundings once you stepped outside and it was the Apple Store. Knowing how expensive the phones and accessories were, you immediately turned to plead with Shuri to not enter but she gave you a look, lowered eyes with a teasing smile that definitely shut you up.

Walking into the store, you noticed it was empty with employees standing around, gawking at the two of you. Shuri stopped at a particular table with the latest phones on display. Looking at her confused, she pointed to the phones. "Choose the one you want, entle." She smirked. You shook your head slightly, placing your hand on hers. "Shuri, I can't. This is too expensive-"

"I don't take no for an answer, nkosazana. Please, be my guest and choose other things if you want." She looked around the shop and you saw how the workers literally looked away if she faced them. As you looked back at the phones, Shuri went to the employees to introduce herself to every single one of them, displaying her kindness. As much as she has power, she would never want anyone to be scared of her.

Tapping her Kimoyo beads onto the machine and hearing a ping, the employee bagged up your items and gave them to you as Shuri gave you a smile, displaying her grillz. Holding your hand as you two walked out of the store, she greeted everyone goodbye to which they responded back enthusiastically.

You placed the bag in the back seat and entered the passenger seat once again. You felt hot. You kept fanning yourself and using your sweater as a fan. You knew it was because of Shuri. The way she spoke to the employees, the way she held your waist when you had wandered to get a cheaper phone but she wouldn't allow it, wanting you to have what you desired. The way she smiled at you when she was talking to other people. The look she gave you when you thanked her as they rang up your items.

She started driving towards the direction of where you met her. "Would you like a change of clothes? I noticed it in the store." She smiled. "I couldn't possibly do that to you. What you spent on me is more than enough and I'm forever grateful." You gestured to the bag sitting in the backseat.

"Y/n. I truly don't mind doing it all over again. Is that okay with you, sthandwa?" She turned to face you as she stopped at a red light, lifting your chin slightly with a finger. Looking into her eyes, you could tell she was serious.

You pondered over what she just said to you. "So, you are suggesting that you wanna continue spending money on me? Why?" You questioned and she gave a cheeky smile.

"Why not?" She responded and continued driving. You slouched down into the passenger seat in disbelief. Was this going to get you in trouble? Looking at Shuri for some sort of clarification that this is actually happening, you noticed the way she drove. Effortlessly driving with one hand whilst the other is relaxed, ready to shift the Lamborghini into sport mode and in that moment, it made your attraction to her more obvious even though you thought you were being discreet.

Your increased heartbeat heightened her panther senses greatly. Shuri could see you shyly turn away from her whenever she made eye contact with you and she definitely saw the way your face brightened up every time you would see stores like Gucci or Chanel as you two drove past them.

"But.." You sighed, not sure whether to say anything to Shuri or not but there was a sense of comfort you felt with her and it urged you to tell her. It was also for your own good as you kept thinking back to your parents and what they would think of your actions.

"Mhm?" She hummed.

"It's just that...my parents aren't very..nice people. They won't accept any of this, they don't even want me going outside the house! How am I gonna hide these gifts? Oh my goodness, how am I gonna get home?!" You panicked. You've said too much and now, Shuri's going to judge you. Your parents always warned you about talking too much.

You tried breathing in and out, trying to calm your mind clouded with negative thoughts, insults your mom would hurl at you for easily getting into someone's car and how your father would lock you inside your room for even staying out this long.

You had been so out of it, you didn't realise that Shuri had stopped the car on the side of the road and was on your side of the car in seconds. She opened your car door and immediately held your face in her hands. "Hey hey, it's okay, it's okay." Shuri whispered as she tried to look into your eyes which were flowing with tears. You wrapped your arms around her neck as you melted into her touch. Shuri's scent had filled your nose, easing your nerves as your tears slowed down.

"Please look at me, entle." She pleaded. Lifting your head with embarrassment, you looked into her beautiful dark eyes that held sincerity and..adoration. "How about this? Let's go shopping for anything you want. Would that make you happy?" Shuri suggested and you looked at her with wide eyes again.

"You would do that for me?" You asked and you swore you saw Shuri's eyes darken as she stared into yours. "In a heartbeat, sthandwa." And that right there confirmed that you were now her sugar baby.

Stumbling onto Leilani's porch with multiple shopping bags, you knocked and waited for your neighbour to answer her door. Shuri was standing next to you, hoping to help you inside. The pretty Lamborghini was sitting in front of Leilani's house to not get you in trouble which you were most definitely in.

Looking over at your home, you noticed the lights were still on but you kept seeing figures in your room. It was probably your parents doing an 'inspection' as they call it where they check for anything that seems out of your character, such as you writing anything other than school work or even a fictional book.

Even though Shuri tried her best to calm you down throughout the day, you couldn't help but panic. You disrespected your parents. You completely disobeyed them and you knew you were in for it. They would most likely lock you up in your room however, there was a part of you that didn't care. You were happy. Even if this was the only day you would ever be free, you got to spend it with Shuri who you were forever grateful for.

Oh, Shuri. You trusted her with everything you had. How you finally voiced your feelings about your parents and how you realised that you weren't like other people your age. Shuri knew you hadn't recognised your sheltered-ness away from the world yet you yearned to be out there and completely change your perspective on life to that of a rich and free woman. She wanted to be the one to do that for you. To show you how fun life can be, to corrupt you a little, to make you feel good and to spoil you rotten.

Before you could lift another finger to knock on the door again, it swung open and revealed Leilani, wearing the same outfit as earlier and barely focusing on the people in front of her and shouting at whoever was in the living room.

"Yeah yeah, just scroll through the shows Justine! I think it's- Oh my god, y/n! You're alive! How'd you..get..here?" Lani's speech trailed off completely as she let go of your face and stared at who was standing next to you with utter surprise.

"Uh-I-uh" She stammered. She never does that. Hearing commotion from the front door, Justine also made her way there only for her to be shocked just like Leilani. "Is this real?" Justine whispered to you whilst looking at Shuri. "It is very much real however I do have to leave now. It was nice to meet you..." Shuri began, trailing off by asking for their names.

"Leilani!" "Justine!" They both shouted, making Shuri smile. "I'm Shuri. Just making sure that Y/n gets home safely. Have a good rest of your evening," She introduced herself then turned to you. "Sthandwa, I'll see you tomorrow." She kissed your forehead and waved at your starstruck friends as she walked to her car, revving it as she drove down the street.

You turned back to your friends with a smile on your face and they immediately dragged you and the shopping bags inside before screaming their lungs out. "Was that the fucking Queen of Wakanda?!" "She was on my damn porch!" Leilani looked at you and that's when you knew you were in for a long night with your friends.

"Girl, we said a nose piercing, not half of Beyoncé's closet!" Justine picked up the bags and looked at the labels. "Bitch. She's got Gucci, Chanel, Rick Owens, Ysl, Balmain, Burberry, Dior and is that...is that Valentino?!" Leilani joined Justine in looking at the 13 bags sprawled out on the floor.

"Wait a damn minute. Shuri bought all this for you?" Justine asked you and looked into your eyes. You instantly started feeling bad. "Oh, was she not supposed to? I can call her and tell her to take them back-" "NO!" Your friends simultaneously shouted, causing you to flinch at the noise. "Sorry, what we meant to say was that these are your things. Queen Shuri bought them for you so you don't have to return them, okay?" Leilani then explained and you nodded.

"Do you wanna tell us about your day? After getting the piercing, what happened?" Justine asked as she led you guys to the living room couch. "Oh! I dropped my phone and she offered to buy me a new one and so she did and bought me other things from the Apple Store. Then I had a little panic attack but she helped a lot then took me out for lunch then we went shopping. Can you believe all she had to do was walk in and the stores would stay open for us? She then offered to do this again and she's seeing me again tomorrow." You rambled.

Taking a deep breath, you calmed yourself down and looked to your friends who were still in shock. "Dude, she basically asked you to be her sugar baby." Now, you were a little confused. "What's that?" You asked. "In hindsight, you get paid by someone to spend time with them and in return, they spoil you with whatever you want." Leilani explained, causing you to stay silent.

Would that be a problem for Shuri if anyone found out?

"Anyways! Let's go choose an outfit for you! Did she say you could be comfortable?" Justine stood up and questioned. "She just said to be myself and wear whatever I want." You answered making their smiles grow larger.

Adding the glue to your false eyelashes, Leilani gently stuck the natural-looking minks on. Opening your eyes, you looked at yourself in the mirror, you admired what you saw. It was still your face, just with a little makeup on, the girls giving you a natural look. Your hair was styled so beautifully, Leilani creating the long braid effortlessly with two curls in front of your face.

The dark green khaki mini skirt was pleated with ease, the colour scheme working nicely as your white knit sweater looked effortlessly put together with platform Rick Owen sneakers gracing your feet. The Dior earrings were exposed due to your hairstyle which also didn't hide the cuban link you had on. You loved Shuri's one so she decided to get you your own.

"Ah! You look so pretty!" Justine complimented you and you had the biggest grin on your face. You felt beautiful and that made you happy. Just the whole day had you feeling amazing. After bonding with your friends and them fawning over your clothes and your new lifestyle, you went back home empty handed and said to your parents that you went to the library and they believed you. You finally lied to them and it felt good. Doesn't mean you're going to did it all the time but it felt good.

This morning, they had decided to leave the house to you for the weekend as they're leaving for a church event and they knew you had a paper due soon (that you've already completed). You immediately informed your friends and they made it their mission to get you ready for tonight.

Picking up your new phone from Leilani's vanity, you noticed a notification from Shuri and that she was 10 minutes away from your location however she sent that message ten minutes ago. Your eyes widened and you rushed to look outside the bedroom window to see a g wagon and Shuri leaning against it. The panther could feel you looking at her from the window and she smiled at you, making you squeal as you grabbed your mini Lady Dior bag.

Before opening the front door, you looked back to your friends to give them both hugs as goodbyes before making your way out of the door to meet Shuri. Leilani shouted her supportive words as she leaned on her porch, as if she's watching her child leave to go on a date.

"Hiii!" You elongated the greeting towards the panther who sported a toothy grin, reaching her hand out to you to be held. Observing her, you noticed you both went a familiar route with your outfit. Shuri looked casual with a red Diesel sweater and black cargo, finished off with red nike dunks. You noticed that you both wore the chain and it made your heart jump. "Hello Y/n. Did you say bye to your friends?" She asked and you nodded. She nodded as well and opened the car door for you, struggling to get into the large car and eventually using the step of the car.

The trip to your destination was unfamiliar however, Shuri was dedicated to making you feel comfortable and decided to play a bit of music but kept it soft enough to keep conversation with you. Driving into the entrance of the restaurant, you were absolutely mesmerised by the exterior of it all. It looked like an luxury hotel with a valet in front and you were so excited to even step foot in such a place. Putting your focus back in front of you, a forest green Rolls Royce Cullinan entered your vision and you were absolutely stunned, looking to Shuri who was smiling at your reaction.

"Remember I was talking about it yesterday? I didn't think it existed! It's so pretty!" You gushed at the car once again. Shuri had noticed your fascination with cars as you spent the afternoon with her yesterday and how you had pointed out the Cullinan because of its stature and its design. You also pointed out that you knew how to drive but your parents basically forbid you from driving in case you ever thought of leaving them. Shuri kept the information and changed the subject as she noticed your mood change at the subject of your living situation.

"I wonder if the owner just bought it because it looks brand new." You thought out loud, seeing the car reverse-park into the space next to Shuri's g wagon. You wondered why she didn't use the valet workers to park the car but you brushed it off as she helped you out of the car.

"Is this a contract?" You asked after you swallowed the last of your pasta al forno. Shuri nodded before speaking. "It's to set rules for this arrangement before we continue with it. Just read through it then tell me what you think." She said, taking a sip of her cocktail as she looked at you. Although you had changed your look for this date, she found you absolutely stunning. She adored how your eyes lit up at anything that interested you and how you took a deep breath whenever entering a new place as if you're reassuring yourself that you're actually doing something. And your smile. How she wished she could engrave the image of your smile in her mind. It lit up every room you walked and it made Shuri's heart melt everytime. How you cling to her arm at the slightest stare people give you two as if you feel safe with her and she loved it. She hadn't told anyone about you as if you were too good to be true.

You leaned your head closer to the single piece of paper, reading every word in your mind unless you had questions for her. " 'According to your availability, you can accompany me to Wakanda and possibly any other event.' Are you sure?" You asked the panther. She placed her fork down and nodded. "You could ask anytime to join me and I will fly you out if you're not with me. However, you won't be using any airplanes most of the time." Shuri stated and the sheer thought of travelling with her made you rub your thighs together. Just being around her made you feel things you've never felt before and you needed some sort of release.

Reading over the financial aspect of the contract, it stated that you would be getting your own bank account and on each meeting you have with her, you would get ten thousand dollars every single time. You audibly gasped when you read that. Lifting your head to make eye contact with Shuri, she gave you the smallest smirk, clearly amused by your stunned expression.

"What's wrong, sthandwa?" She asked, "Is it too little? We can discuss the price." The royal suggested, knowing all too well what she was doing. "Too litt- Your majesty, this is way more than enough. What am I gonna do with so much?" You pondered, continuously looking back at the contract in front of you.

"Whatever your heart desires. And please, don't be afraid to ask me for anything that you want. I want to do this for you, okay?" Shuri held her hand out to you on the table and you hurriedly put yours on top. You couldn't come up with any words for her. This was something that could happen in your wildest dreams and it was right in front of you.

"Read the rest of the contract then let me know your thoughts." Shuri took a sip of her drink again and you couldn't help but looking at her throat as the drink went down. Everything about Shuri right now made your body tingle however you couldn't voice that to her, you didn't want to think of her touching you yet or how your underwear was getting damp at the thought of her caressing your body with her tattooed hands.

"Y/n?" Shuri called out to you. You perked your head up once again. "Huh? Oh! T-the contract yes" You stuttered, internally panicking that she caught you zoned out. You could only imagine what she would say if she knew what you were thinking about.

"Are you okay, entle? Are you nervous?" When asking the second question, Shuri's tone dropped slightly, giving you shivers down your spine. Shaking your head at her and deciding to focus on the paper in front of you, it shows that you've reached the physical section of it. The contract stated that there would be sexual contact within the arrangement but only when you are comfortable enough to begin with it. Reading the sentence caused your face to heat up more than before and it caught the attention of Shuri who just smirked to herself. It had also stated that if it there were to be any romantic feelings involved, to not be afraid to act upon them. "Romantic?" You muttered. "It's normal for people to gain a romantic connection. If it so happens within this arrangement, there won't be an issue." Shuri answered. You took in her words and felt a pull in your stomach that felt pleasurable.

"I see you're near the end. Would you like me to adjust anything for you?" She asked, batting her pretty eyes at you as if she wasn't the cause of your lower body...issues. You gave a slight nod. "Um, I know i-i'll be comfortable with it but I only have one question for you. Is it okay if someone like...you were to have an arrangement with me like this?" You pondered. Was this even allowed?

"Y/n. As much as I don't want to sound like a narcissist, I am the queen of Wakanda and I'm allowed to have my own fun at times." Shuri expressed to you. All you could do was nod at the panther's words of subtle cockiness. You had more that you wanted to say but your body betrayed you as you released the slightest of a whimper. You were holding the hem of your skirt tightly, avoiding all eye contact with Shuri as you were filled with embarrassment.

Shuri looked at you with amusement, seeing you folding so quickly at her words. As much as she wanted to take you right then and there, she refrained because she knew she had a surprise planned for you. "Look at you, all flustered. Just from my words, nkosazana?" Shuri commented, leaning against the chair as she observed you.

She couldn't wait any longer. She needed to do something for you, anything to see you all over her. Calling her name out loud when you-

"Come with me, baby. I have something for you." The panther rose to her feet, going over to your side of the table to help you up. Keeping the eye contact between the two of you, she took your hand and began to lead you out of the private seating of the restaurant.

"Wait Shuri. What about dinner?" You looked back at the table to see your empty plates left there. "I had already payed for everything before I picked you up." She commented, giving a nod and smile to the waiter who entered the section to clear out the table. People in the restaurant weren't afraid to stare at the royal and the girl with her but seeing Shuri hold herself up with confidence was the hottest thing you've ever seen, her giving acknowledgment to the employees only.

Walking out of the restaurant and onto the walkway to the parking lot, she wrapped her arm around you to keep you as close to her as she could. Reaching her G-wagon, you grew confused as you turned to her only for her to have an object in her hand that wasn't there before.

You looked at the beautiful Rolls Royce once again, seeing the RR statue lift from the hood of the car. The car's lights blinked once and you were a little scared that the owner of the car would see two people just standing in front of it. Shuri took your hand again and placed the object in your hand, looking down to see car keys with the logo of the forest green beauty.

Realising what was going on, you snapped your head towards the royal who had the most beautiful smile on her face as she watched your reaction to her gift. "You got me my dream car?" You whispered as you stepped closer to her, inhaling her addicting scent.

"For when I'm not around and you just feel like getting out of the house." Shuri said, looking into your eyes seeing the slightest hint of tears brimming. You wrapped your arms around her waist, bringing her even closer to you. She reciprocated the hug and it was a silent moment between the two of you, something that will never be forgotten.

She lightly tapped your lower back, causing you to lift your head to look up at her without letting go of the hug. "Let's go see inside. I added a few touches to make it special for you." Shuri mentioned, turning both of your bodies towards the car whilst keeping her arm around you. "Thank you." You whispered to her and leaned close her face to give a kiss on the cheek, already missing the feeling of your lips.

Running towards your brand new car, you opened the driver's door and hopped in with the door closing by itself. The seat was adjusted for you and you held onto the steering wheel with the silver stitching. Looking across the dashboard, it was as if marble had been placed there above the compartment area. Studying the seats, they had the same stitching as the steering wheel and the seat head had your name in cursive instead of the classic RR. The backseat of the vehicle had two gifts, one from Hermes and one from cartier with the prettiest bouquet of flowers behind them. Finally looking up the ceiling, you noticed the infamous stars on the ceiling. Looking at Shuri sitting comfortably in the passenger seat, you felt the feeling from the restaurant come back as you see Shuri gazing at you.

"Entle," She called out, with you responding with a hum as you looked anywhere else but at her piercing gaze. "Look at me." She commanded. Giving yourself the courage to, you met her eyes that had seemed to darken.

She patted her thigh, encouraging you to climb over to her side of the car. You lifted your legs over the middle of the car, hovering over the thigh she had tapped. Reaching for your hips, she held them and slowly brought you down to completely sit on her. You whimpered at the contact your core made with the material of her pants. "Do you want me to make you feel better?" She taunted, Shuri had gotten wrapped around her finger. She had barely touched you and you had only sat on yet you could feel your release as she spoke those words.

You hurriedly nodded, holding her shoulders for support to get you ready. "I need words, my love." "Yes, please Shuri." You pleaded. You were on the verge of tears at this point and the royal had barely lifted a finger. Dragging her hands up your thighs, they landed on your ass, slightly grabbing onto the flesh causing you to lean forward. The gaps erupted from you quickly as your underwear dampened even further.

Holding the space between your ass and your hips, Shuri slowly guided you as she rocked you back and forth making you release stutterted moans. "Let me hear, mama. I wanna hear that sweet voice." She praised, making the slick from your core travel onto her pants. "Oh my-" You cut yourself off, unable to form words when you felt her hand creep into your underwear, slowly massaging your clit.

"Please, panther." You moaned out, rocking a little more faster to chase your release. Shuri looked at your fucked out face as she lightly touched you. She began laying kisses on your exposed neck, careful to not make any marks. Kissing up your jaw until she reached your face, she looked at your parted lips before leaning in to bite your lower lip. You whined at the action, feeling the familiar pull in your stomach.

Finally placing her lips on yours, she gently guided you into the kiss, holding your face in her hands. You continued to chase your orgasm while focusing on the kiss. Occasionally pulling away to give you pecks, she kissed you again with you feeling the curls of her hair brush against your face. Indulging in her lips, Shuri sped up her movements on your clit as you felt your legs begin to slightly shake, knowing you were finally getting the release you've been craving.

Releasing a loud moan when your orgasm has washed over, you panted and looked at Shuri in a dazed state. "You did such a good job, sthandwa. C'mere." She praised once again, pushing you closer to her by the arch of your back. She pecked your lips then held your hips to keep you steady on her thigh.

"Are you up for lunch tomorrow?" She suggested and you nodded, blushing at the thought of what just transpired. "We leave for Paris in the late morning then." She finalised, making you widen your eyes. "What? Isn't Paris at least 16 hours away from here?" You asked the royal who seemed to find your confusion amusing.

"Now that you're with me, you'll experience things a little differently. France is a 3 hour flight on the Talon ship. And don't even bother packing, we'll buy things that side, okay?" Shuri smiled, seeing your stunned expression.

That's when you knew that your life had changed forever.

Bonus scene!

"Y/n! Get yo ass down here!" You heard your father's shrill voice scream at the top of his lungs. Rolling your eyes, you made your way downstairs holding the Hermes Kelly bag that Shuri had bought for you on your first date.

Hearing your mother gasp loudly as you ascended down the stairs was enough to suck the air out of the room. You looked down to your outfit and saw the reason for her dramatics. Your maxi dress had cut outs on the sides of it along with the plunging neckline showing off your chest. Not to mention the dress fitting your body tightly. The Burberry cap had covered the top of your head which held beautiful goddess braids.

Your parents had stayed at the church event and eventually travelled with the church for a few more days before coming home to find a Rolls Royce sitting in their driveway. Thinking that it was probably a neighbour, they had thought nothing of it, assuming you were at the library once again. Returning home at the crack ass of dawn from your spontaneous Paris trip with Shuri, you hadn't shown face to your parents until the next morning which is right now.

"Who's goddamn Rolls is that outside my house?! I asked that man across the street and he said it's not his. Why is it here?" He yelled out, noticing you hadn't flinched at his tone. Giving him a bored look, you answered. "It's mine. Now if you excuse me, I have to go somewhere." Walking towards the front door, you heard your mom screaming. "Who bought you such an expensive car and why the hell are you dressed like that, young lady?!"

Opening the door, you walked out and before closing it completely, "Someone will come pick up my things later on today. Bye!" You shut the door and ran to your car, immediately starting. Hearing your phone buzz as you begin to drive, you asked Siri to display it on your screen in the car.

Panther 🤍

How do you feel about coming to Wakanda with me? :)

hope you enjoyed!

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demetris-cocksleeve · 6 months

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(A/n: Finally another Ahk post?? NSFW version coming soon)

(Alphabet belongs to @squid-god-supreme)

Word Count: 🤷‍♀️

Summary- An A-Z of our favorite Pharaoh

Warnings: None

Age Rating: None

Ahkmenrah SFW Alphabet

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A-ffection: How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?

Ahkmenrah is a very affectionate guy. He loves everything that has to do with showing your partner just how much you love them. His number one love language has to be physical touch. Specifically, cuddling. He loves the way your warmth seeps into each other as you both talk about anything that comes to mind.

Act of service and words of affirmation are Ahk's go to love languages after tactile affection. He'll do anything from secretly helping you lock up just so he can see the surprised and grateful smile that graces your lips to showering you with the most extravagant compliments he can think of.

B-est Friend: What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?

He'd be the best friend that you know you can tell anything without judgment. Real judgment that is, he won't hesitate to tease you over minor or petty things. He's a really good person to just sit, talk to, and vibe with. You know that no matter what, you can also rant, vent, or rave to him whenever you need to, and he'll listen with open ears.

C-uddles: Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?

ABSOLUTELY. If there's one thing this pharaoh loves, it's cuddling.

His time in the museum is a damper on his cheery disposition, but having someone to cuddle with - someone warm and properly alive, with a regular heartbeat and paced breaths - helps him keep his sanity.

D-omestic: Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking/cleaning?

If he could, he would.

It's that simple. Ahkmenrah was so young when his older brother turned on him. He never got to experience the most basic, natural things of life.

He never got to marry and have children. He never got to experience the deep, unwavering love that he saw within his parents. He never even got to properly rule the kingdom he so dearly loved.

So, if he had the choice of settling down with you - the only person he has ever felt this way about -, best believe that he would do it in a heart beat.

E-nding: If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?

He would do so only after thinking through any and all solutions to whatever problem has caused this.

He would sit you down and calmly and articulately explain his feelings and the cause and would softly break the news to you.

He would definitely hold you and cry with you, promising over and over that the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you and that it kills him to do so.

F-iance: How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?

If he felt strongly about someone, he would be happy to marry them as soon as he could after properly getting to know them. That being said, he would be completely understanding and willing if they wished to wait.

G-entle: How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

He is the epitome of teddy bear. He is so sweet and caring towards you.

That will quickly go out the window if someone disrespects or hurts you. He is a pharaoh after all...

H-ugs: Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What do their hugs feel like?

Loves hugs. It's like a mini cuddle.

He'll hold into you as long as he can, lightly swaying you side to side as he breathes you in. He only gets to see you at night, so it's understandable that he misses you so.

I- love you: How fast do they say the L-word?

He would say it as soon as he recognized what he was feeling. As soon as he realizes his feelings for you extend further than that of friends, he is telling you. Acceptance or rejection doesn't matter to him as much as being truthful to you does.

J-ealousy: How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?

I don't think he would get jealous over typical things. I think it would be less jealous of a guy near you and more so jealous that said guy gets to see you in the beauty that it the radiant sunlight; meanwhile, he only gets to admire you in the museum's artificial lighting.

K-isses: What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?

Slow, passionate, but not sexual. He wants to show you how much you mean to him, wants you to feel every ounce of love he has for you.

The type of kiss that leaves your cheeks hot and your lips puffy as you gaze at each other with half lidded eyes.

L-ittle ones: How are they around children?

He's good with children until they get sassy. He doesn't quite get how to intereact with the sass and (what he was taught) disrespect.

Ahk is a sweet guy, but he is also a royal. He was raised with the notion that no one should talk back, sass, or otherwise maime him so the kids of today are a bit of a culture shock for him.

M-ornings: How are mornings spent with them?

The moments before sunrise are spent getting him prepped to go back in his sarcophagus. Soft kisses, promises, and extra promises that you will be there as soon as the sun goes down to get him out of the golden prison.

N-ights: How are nights spent with them?

Nights at the museum are either spent alone in his section as he attempts to teach you ancient Egyptian, in the break room watching a movie on your laptop, or playing around and partying with the other exhibits - smiling at the pure joy that Ahk clearly gets from working the dj booth.

O-pen: When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

Ahkmenrah is a tad bit blunt in his words, so he would probably nonchalantly tell you anything and everything from his past without a second thought. He just feels so comfortable and safe around you that he doesn't feel the need to guard his words.

P-atience: How easily angered are they?

Normally, he is pretty easygoing. But insult his home, kingdom, parents, or self, and he is quick to snap back. After a while, this same protective nature extends to you as well.

Q-uizzes: How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?

He remembers everything. He doesn't have much else to do in the museum, so why wouldn't he fill the empty spaces with memorizing details of his favorite person?

R-emember: What is their favorite moment in your relationship?

The first time yoh said "I love you".

He knew exactly when he started loving you, so to hear it back is the epitome of cloud 9. He would only admit it in the most desolate of nights, but he is a bit insecure that he can't give you the normal relationship you deserve. So the affirmation he gets from your vocal and physical love is definitely worth remembering.

S-ecurity: How protective are they? How would they protect you? How do they like to be protected?

He is very protective. He may not have that much life or battle experience, but by gods is he ever ready to defend you or your honor. No one hurts or disrespects you if he can help it.

T-ry: How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

He puts as much effort as he can into the little "dates" you can go on in the museum. Set up small picnics in the natural habitat exhibits with the help of Larry, will sneak out to the park in front of the museum to stargaze with you as long as he can safely do so.

U-gly: What are some bad habits of theirs?

When it's a really bad mental health day, he has a tendency to talk down in himself in his current "life." It takes several promises of ypur adoration for him and many hours of cuddling and running your fingers through his hair before he is even slightly less self depreciating.

V-anity: How concerned are they about their looks?

He's not super obsessed with his looks, but, like any person, he wants to look decent at all times. He knows he's handsome, so as long as he isn't busted, he doesn't really focus on his visuals.

W-hole: Would they feel incomplete without you?

X-tra: A random headcanon for them.

Yes.

Resounding yes.

You make him feel normal, like he's truly alive again and not stuck forever in a museum filled with wax figures and taxidermied animals. Without you, his not-so-after life would be dull, and the nights would just blend together.

You introduced him to the concept of fuzzy blankets, and now he is rarely seen without one. He had you bring one to keep in the break room for your movie nights. (And so that on the nights you can't come to the museum, he has something that smells like you.)

Y-uck: What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?

Z-zz: Sleep habits?

In general: anything sour.

Since he is the only "real" person in the museum, he asked if you could bring some modern candy to try. Seizing your opportunity, ydecided to bring War Heads.

He never asked you to bring modern candy ever again, he gets his fix from Larry now.

In a partner: being detached.

He knows everyone needs time alone. He's not stupid. But if you're constantly shut off and distant, he wont hesitate to confront you about it.

He won't be rude, but he wants to know what happened to make you pull away like that.

He "sleeps" enough during the day. The last thing he wants is to fall asleep during the few hours he has with you.

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bugpysforge · 25 days

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Budew displays his magic in the spring after keeping it to himself over the chilly winter. Depending on his surroundings, the spores he releases might be poisonous or trigger intense illness.

Race: Entling Class: Druid Subclass: Circle of Rot Location: White Forest Druids Alignment: Neutral Good

View the pokedex of all dungeon pokemon by following the link in the menu.

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prettymrswright · 1 year

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not in the way I want to. (s,f)

pairing: shuri udaku x black!fem!reader

background: you and shuri met in college while the young prodigy was freshly on the rise in the media for her latest creations. the two of you were inseparable from the very first class you had together. many people would assume the two of you to be romantic, but you guys knew it wasn’t like that. you’ve had the same boyfriend since freshman year, and up until recent events, considered yourself straight (curious at most). shuri wasn’t too fond of him, and initially, it perplexed you. but what happens when trouble arises in ‘paradise’, and hidden feelings are revealed?

content warning: fluff, smut (18)+, sub switch!shuri, dom switch!reader, explicit language, dirty talk, pet!names, overstimulat!on, oral (both receiving), strap (reader receiving), scissor!ng, finger!ng (both receiving), rough!gestures, praise!kink, multiple orgasms, mentions of coming out, cheating

word count: 9.6k translations: nkosazana, princess. usana, baby. mhlobo wam, my dear. intombi entle, pretty girl.

authors note: y’all! hello everyone 🤭 i was gonna insert an intro but imma put it in my bio chile ik what y’all here for. i’m excited for this, this is my first fanfic on this app & y’all done woke up the writer in me again, these stories are so good!!! i’m usually a reader/consumer of the content but I love this community so I wanted to jump in there myself. i hope you guys love it, im gonna figure out the masterlist/requests/taglist thing if you guys want more. below tagged are my favoriteeee writers on here, baby y’all write down!!! oh and baby this is SMUT, okay we ain’t come here for play play! 🤣 no need for likes or reblogs, just wanna hear y’all feedback in the comments! (divider by @firefly-graphics)

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"sssshit, baby wait--" you hissed through slightly parted lips as the princess's hands slid all over you, one finding its way to your entrance making teasingly slow circles. she brings you closer to her chest and lowers her pretty lips to your ear. "please don't deny me, nkosazana" she says with a low tone, sending chills down your spine. "i've been waiting so long." and that she has been. and you'd be a fool to deny her any longer. you fully surrender to her touch, and as soon as you relax, she sends her slim, polished, ringed finger up your pussy, pumping with a curve, sure to touch your center. "aghhh--" you let out a sharp wince and bite the corner of your bottom lip, preventing your scream. she then slips another finger & with each pump, she coos your praises sending you into overdrive. "shuri i'm so close please--" she moans at the sight of your reaction, pleased to have been successful in pleasing you. "let it go for me, usana, that's it" "fuck!" you cry out. "I love you so much" you throw your head back into her neck and flutter your eyelids into a slow shut, anticipating your release. 3 seconds away from arriving and-- ERRRR!! ERRRR!! ERRRR!! you launch your body up rapidly at the sound of your alarm, panting, attempting to catch your breath. "ugh," you groaned, as you turned over to silence the machine, almost breaking it with the force you applied. that was weird. this was the third time this week alone that you have had a wet dream about shuri. even weirder that you were annoyed at its end. the two of you have never been intimate; you weren't even attracted to women. sure you two were close, but it never exceeded its platonic state. awoken by your sudden movement and noise, your boyfriend, Jalen, turns over to you, eyes still shut. "mm, you good baby?" he asks, still half asleep, not totally interested anyway. "yea i'm cool, just startled that's all." halfway through your sentence, he was fast asleep again. you rolled your eyes before grabbing your phone to send a much anticipated text. "Happy Birthday to one of the realest, flyest, smartest, coolest, and kindest people to ever tread this floating rock. I love you! Oh-- and you a bad bitch too." you giggle at your dry humor. tonight was your friend Sevyn’s birthday. Sev had been there for you and Jalen all throughout college. she helped coach y'all through y'all issues both together and individually. she had been there emotionally, mentally, and even sometimes financially. she was an outstanding friend, and it was important that you made tonight special for her. you decided you would get up early and run some errands before the event tonight. as you rise up out of bed, you lightly stretch out your limbs, and walk to the bathroom to get ready for the day. after your normal face and dental hygiene routine, you prepare to take a warm shower. sliding down your underwear, the crotch of your lace peels off your body like a banana, slowly being attached to your skin by the slick caused by the series of imaginative events. it made your skin hot, leaving you slightly embarrassed at the fact that even affected you like that.

as you run your shower, you're certain Jalen was still sleep, and he needed to be up getting ready too.

"Jalen!--" You shout out of the bathroom. "hmmm?," he groans in annoyance, proving you right. "you know we got somewhere to be right?," you semi-yell and wait for his response. "I'm up, I'm up" he says, not convincingly at all. lately, he had been constantly putting off important things, or 'forgetting' them and you didn't know what the root of the issue was. It just seemed like he lacked interest lately. you just blamed it on his work, since it had been requiring his attendance overtime recently. spending all that time could drain somebody for sure. you were sure he meant no true harm. you take a hot, brisk shower, filling up the bathroom with vanilla, white birch, velvety rose and a drop of strawberry nectar-- the scents emerging from your you're the one shower gel from bath and body works.

your mind begins to wander as you lather up your body. you couldn’t figure out why you were so on edge. You and Jalen haven’t been too sexually active the past weeks, or active at all in that matter, but even when you were, it never riled you up like you had been in that dream. maybe you were just missing the constant physical attention you received at the beginning of the relationship. but didn’t that mean you would’ve had a dream about him?

today was so exciting. you had been so emerged in your own adulting, you barely had time to see your friends. you couldn't wait to link back up with sevyn, riri, and shuri. at the end of your shower, you dry off, lotion up, and get dressed in your fav, emerald green, 'running errands' sweatsuit. you put your thick, kinky hair in two space buns, slip on your AF1's and grab your things. walking past the bedroom you hear the deafening snores coming from your boyfriend. you decided to leave anyway and go run errands on your own. .. in a three and a half hour timespan, you were able to get your nails and toes done, pick up some new accessories for your outfit, and get your hair freshly silk pressed. the first time you have put heat in your hair in 3 years, and the health benefits were showing. you had it up in pin curls, and tucked away.

after your errands, you head to the venue and drop off the balloons, the cake, and the shoes you set out for Riri to match her outfit. Sev had no idea she was having a party. she knew you guys were taking her out tonight. you helped set up for a little before you headed out. as you go back home to get ready, you walk in and see Jalen on his game. "Baby, we gotta leave in a couple of hours. How have I managed to knock out my whole day and you ain't move but 3 feet?," you spat, visibly annoyed. "Oh uh, actually," he began, "I can't make Sev's tonight." you walk closer, scanning your boyfriend's facial expressions and body language, waiting for the punchline. "What do you mean you can't make Sev's? We been planning this for weeks, J."

he sighs in a somewhat sympathetic tone before standing to meet your gaze. "I know, babe, I'm sorry. Work called ag--" you cut him off, ready to spazz, but trying your hardest to remain a least a little level headed. "Work? you had all this time to put in for today, J. I mean, damn, they need you there, late, every day?" he pulls your body closer to him and lifts your chin to meet him eye level. "I'm sorry. I'll make up to you and Sev, you know I'm good for it. " he exclaims before slowly pecking your lips. you slightly shudder at the interaction, the most you have gotten in weeks. you roll your eyes before turning to walk away and he pops you on your ass. "Aye, don't give me that 'tude, aight." Jalen laughs. "Go finish getting sexy. And make sure I get my pictures!" he trails off to the bathroom.

you were disappointed, but decided you wouldn't let that get the best of you. you go back into your room and begin to set up your vanity dresser/mirror, in glam mode. you plug in your speaker and shuffle your caribbean vibes playlist, pre-gaming before the festivities. you took off your clothes, leaving you in your panty and bra set, and turned up the lights beaming from your vanity mirror. nothing could ruin this night, not even Jalen's lack of attendance. you decided to text the groupchat to check everyone's status. m'baku's big toe

you: ahem, hearye, hearye. i hope you hoes is getting ready! riri: girl i been getting ready, yk beauty takes time. or do you? idk you be lookin' a lil questionable 🥴 you: girl, fuck you! 🤣 shuri: I’m quicker than you both. 🙄 I’m dressed and out the door before you could attach your second false lash. sev: what you guys wearing?🙃 you: aht aht! it don't matter what we wearing, it's YOUR birthday. sev: i know, but i still don't know where you guys are taking me, i don't want to be over or under dressed😩 riri: girl you could come to the corner store in a disco ball. it's YOUR DAY. you: no, exactly shuri: whatever you guys wear, I'm sure it'll be glorious. now please hurry, i'm falling asleep!

you smile brightly at the texts laying out before you. one thing your friends could always do, was boost your mood. you breeze through your makeup, pausing mid-blend and mid-bake to buss a quick whine or to shout lyrics at the mirror with your gun finger emotes up.

you cocoa butter and oil up your body, giving it that shine and glow. you loved to look like you were glowing when you were dressed up. you slip on your black, mini, spaghetti strap body-con dress with a small slit in the thigh. you put on your sandal strap heels with the black base and clear straps. you place the single gold chain with a heart-shaped herb pendant on your neck, and the gold name plate bracelet to match both gifted from Shuri. It went perfectly with your outfit and the gold accents in the black hand purse you chose to wear for the night. you let your pin curls down and let them fall, slightly below your collarbone. you grab your favorite scent, instant crush by mancera, and give a spritz to all your intimate areas. glancing over yourself in the mirror, you have to say; you totally outdone yourself. it's been a while since you gave yourself this much attention to your appearance and it was well overdue. Jalen pops his head the room, dressed and seemingly in a rush. "alright babe, I'm out. have fun tonight and be safe." he turns out before you can even respond. "you didn't tell me how I looked!" you yell, trying to catch his ear before it was outside. "you look great as always! Love you, bye!" and with that the door shut. it's not that you needed to hear him say it to confirm how you looked, it was no question. but it's always nice to hear it from your partner. you shake it off and hype yourself up in the mirror before your phone begins to ring. it was Riri. you swipe to answer and were met with an enthusiastic exclamation. "We outsideeee!" Riri shouts, followed by cheers from the rest of the group. "Aowww!" you chuckle. "I'm on my way out now." you begin to walk out the door and towards the black Mercedes SVU truck, driven by Shuri. the windows roll down and it is an immediate uproar.

"Bombaaaa, what a gyal suh pretty, man eeee??!" Sev says flick-snapping her fingers, accentuating her Jamaican accent. "No, you look tf goodt! This how you step out for your friend, okay!" Riri says smiling ear to ear. Shuri's reaction is delayed but only because she's trying to take it all in. you were beautiful to Shuri, in every way, and she never hesitated to tell you that. Immediately she felt all the feelings she felt when she first met you rush to her heart , her throat and her stomach. If pupils could take shape, hers would be shaped in hearts. looking at her and waiting for her reaction, you catch her scanning your body and getting flustered. It was silent for a minute until she snaps back to the present moment. "Damn." she breathes out, causing everyone to fill up the rest of the silence with laughter. you hop in the backseat with Riri, admiring her orange turtleneck dress and her small straight back feed-ins. you guys take off, riding out about 20 minutes to your destination. every few minutes or so, you and Shuri would exchange a glance in the rear view mirror, slightly making you nervous. it wouldn't have been the first time, but this time was particularly making you feel a way. she had on a white hoodie and matching white joggers, a pair of 1's and a single plaited gold chain. she smelled of satin and eucalyptus, a strong but soothing scent. the fingers attached to her tattooed hands were freshly polished with a clear coat, reflecting a glare off of the traffic lights as her hands rested on the wheel. her undercut was freshly buzzed, emphasizing the powerful structure of her face. she was breathtaking. your mind began to wander, if you weren't mistaken, in the direction of the dream you had the previous night. before it could get too deep, your thought was interrupted.

"Time out," Sev turns to face you from the front passenger. "Where is J?" you sigh, initially forgetting all about him. "He had to work late, he told me to tell you he'd make it up to you." "Yo, that man is gonna work himself right into an early grave" Riri exclaimed. shuri scoffs at the sentence. you look up, interested in what she thought. "That's some bullshit. Ain't that much overtime in the world." she spat. you knew the two weren't the best of friends. but this comment was clearly shade. you got somewhat defensive. "What are you implying? I mean, he is the main provider of the house. It sound like his priorities are straight to me." you say, colder than you would've liked to. Shuri stared off into the distance of the road, giving a condescending hum before responding. "Mmm. Is that what it is? Okay. I mean one of your closest friends of 4 years' birthday sounds worth prioritizing to me, but what do I know, right?" this was the most you've seen Shuri get aggravated over him. Or anything for that matter. and in a weird way, her protectiveness made you feel something you wouldn't want to admit aloud. The silence after was bitter, but quickly broken after Sev jumps in. "Hey, look, it's fine" she lowly smiles and places her hand on mine. "I'm sure he didn't mean any harm by it. I'm with my girls tonight, let's just have fun." Shuri immediately shoots you an apologetic look. although she didn't regret what she said, she was always gentle with you & didn't want you to feel otherwise. you give her a slight nod and half smile, letting her know it was okay. I mean after all she was right. how could you wither away all your time somewhere where you didn't even need to, especially when you had the choice to be there for your friend? we park and step out the car, walking towards the venue. you could now see everybody in their entirety. the assignment was very clearly understood.

Sev looked beautiful. her locs she had been growing since the 3rd grade were up tightly in a neat, high bun. she had on a silver sequined body suit with a white mini skirt and white open toe heels to match. the windows were made with an ashed out material on the outside, only being able to see the lights reflecting. you, shuri, and riri shoot each other excited looks as Sev walks up first. "Damn, this restaurant is big!" Sev says, having no idea what she was getting ready to walk into. "She don't got a clue in the fucking world--" Riri says under her breath, imitating the Druski meme. simultaneously, you and Shuri tap her arm to shut her up, laughing all the while. she opens the door and everyone turns around. "Surprise!" Everyone yells and cheers, phone light cameras on, brightening up the space even more. all of Sevyn's closest friends and family were in attendance. you and the crew spent weeks formulating this. you knew Sev was homesick, and you wanted to make it as special as possible. the DJ plays Barbie Doll by Vershon as she walks out, giving her her dream entrance.

the different color fluorescent lights lit up the entire space, making the dance floor look electric. there were purple, gold, and silver confetti balloons bunched together and tied in every corner. there was even two 2 balloons tied above the special chair you guys decorated for her to sit as you sung happy birthday. "Oh my g--" Sev turns around to us, hands on her now heavily beating heart. her eyes immediately well with tears. "No you guys didn'tttt" you guys pull her in a group hug. "Yes we did!" Riri says, grabbing a napkin off the side table to pass to me. "Hey hey, don't cry sister, you gon' mess up your pretty makeup!" you pout, using the napkin Riri passed you to blot the corners of her eye. Sev was so overwhelmed with joy and gratitude. she loved you guys dearly, but she missed her family back home as well. she mouthed 'I love you' and blew a kiss before she turned to make her rounds around the room. the three of you made a couple rounds yourself and headed for the bar, ready to get your night started. .. about an hour goes by, and Riri rounds everybody up around Sev's chair to sing happy birthday. Shuri brings out her favorite-flavored, cookies and cream ice-cream cake and lays it on the table before her. Happy Earthstrong, Bad Gyal Sevyn! it reads, in purple letters, two gold 2's standing besides each other in the middle. she makes her wishes and blows out her candles, and from there, the real celebration begins.

as the night went on, the tunes were rolling in and at this point every one was tipsy and dancing. one of your favorite Afrobeats songs off of Wizkid's new album started playing. before you knew it, you felt yourself floating to the dance floor. you began to roll your hips, slow to the downbeat, eyes shut, feeling every word.

Mami You making me lose my eyes for other girls No do me something wey go make me stress Give me less of that, give me more of you Give me something I'll never want to lose, yeah

as you continuing dancing, you feel familiar hands slide around your waist and pull you into them. It was Shuri. she had been watching you dance and decided she no longer wanted you to do so alone. as she presses up against you, she begins to whine her hips, matching your rhythm. smiling to yourself, you slightly bend over, adding more dynamic to your movement. as a result, Shuri leans back and catches it. "You go girl," she says in the American accent she had been practicing so heavily lately, making the two of you laugh. you lift back up, keeping the whine more intimate, and she lowers herself to your ear. "You look stunning tonight, nkosazana." She says, sending a chill through you. she had called you that same thing in the dream. her nicknames for you sounded so much better in Xhosa than it did in English. "As do you, my love." you reply, still dancing. "I'm sorry for earlier," she begins, "I didn't mean to offend you. I just get protective when I feel my friends are being taken advantage of."

you slide your hands down to interlock over hers, which were placed around your waist, in an attempt to soothe her, wanting to forget the conversation happened. It works, as you feel her melt further into you. "Shuri it's okay, I promise. I appreciate you looking out, you know that. you were right anyway. he should've been here." you lift a hand to place a kiss on it. she uses that same hand and turns you around to face her, wrapping her arms around your waist. you smooth your arms around her neck and for a moment, it feels like it's only you two in the room. the two of you rock side to side, legs intertwined, in a kompa-like style and she brings herself to your ear and begins to lowly sing-hum the lyrics to the song. Who's gonna know? At the end of the day, I'm yours For the night only, baby, ooh Turn me on, I'm yours For the night only, baby, ooh Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh you felt like you were dreaming again. was she singing these lyrics to you? or was that just something you wanted to hear? you pull back and make eye-contact with the royal girl, and she's looking at you with a look you've seen before, but just not in real life. "I've been dying to hold you just like this." She blurts out, not breaking the eye contact and you can feel a lump begin to form in your throat. you smile at her, slightly nudging her off. "what are you talking about? we're always affectionate with each other. you hold me all the time" you laugh. it was true. hugs and kisses weren't foreign to you two, and neither was dancing. but somehow this felt intense. "not in the way I want to." she says, making a triangle with her eyes from your left-eye, to your lips, to your right-eye. "and what way is that?" you say directly, almost seductively. you felt it slightly inappropriate to build upon this tension, but once you got in that flirtatious mode, it was hard to come out of it. however, it only happened when you were attracted to said person. and you admit shuri was beautiful, but it never occurred to you that your attraction had been more than just a friend admiring a friend. she picks up on your tone, taking it as a green light to continue.

“Like this.”

she says into your neck as she turns you back around, leaving 3 soft kisses down your collar bone.

you lightly hum in satisfaction and reach your hand around Shuri’s head, bringing her closer and pressing yourself on her pelvis. you drag your hand down her undercut and across her jaw, holding her face to your neck, keeping it warm. she shudders under your touch and lowly moans at your reaction to hers.

I've been waiting for you to come my way (my way)

Put the sun in my rainy day (rainy day)

For your type, I go wait for days, my girl

Girl, your type of feel no dey give me pain

Girl, your picture fits my frame

There for you in a thousand ways, my girl

For the night, for the night

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, ooh, yeah

“Come home with me, tonight Y/N.” she pleads. immediately you feel your knees buckle at the statement. you wanted to say yes so bad, but you couldn’t promise good behavior. And for that, it would be inappropriate for you to. besides you had to let Jalen in since he lost his key.

“I don’t know, Shuri. I gotta be home to open the door for J.” You say with slight disappointment in your tone of voice.

Before the Princess could respond, the two of you are interrupted by a loud mic feedback screech, followed by a very drunk and very happy announcement.

“Thank you everybody for coming out tonight!” Sevyn begins. “I’m so grateful for my beautiful family and my BOMB ASS FRIENDS, I’m having the time of my life, truly. One more year pan di fucka dem, how yuh mean?!!! “ The party erupts in cheers and mimicked mouth sounds of gunshots.

“And with that being said… IT’S SHOT O’CLOCK!!”

Beaming at her excitement, you match her energy. “SHOT O’CLOCK!!!”

Everybody takes their shot given out to them earlier throughout the night, raises it, and backs it. The music starts up again and people are back dancing. The four of you group up by the bar.

“So sis,” Riri starts, facing Sev. “Do you love it or do you love it?!”

“You guys are fucking unreal,” she says slurring. “I’m having so much fun. Thank you. All of you.” She hugs us each and begins to tear up again.

“You know we got your back like your spine do, Sev.” Shuri says, doing the handshake the four of you had created with her.

Riri’s phone buzzes and as she checks her notification, her face drops.

you all pick up on the shift in energy, but Shuri beats you guys to the chase.

“What’s wrong, Ri?” she asks attentively.

anticipating her answer, you look at her waiting for a response, and she immediately looks up at you.

“Y/N,…” She looked so sympathetic. As if something happened to you.

“What? what is it?” you began to get nervous.

Riri squeezes in between in all of us, sharing the view of the phone.

It’s a video sent to Riri’s instagram.

‘Ri, ain’t this your friends man?’

It was your boyfriend Jalen, wearing the same thing he had on when he left the house earlier that afternoon. In the bed, with another familiar face. It was his ex, Mya. the two were kissing. the video was captioned ‘never too far’ with the song “Can’t Leave Him Alone” by Ciara and 50cent attached to it.

a hot pit immediately formed in your stomach and you felt nauseous. Before you could think to cry, the tears were already flowing.

“Are you fucking serious!” Sevyn says, unaware of how loud she truly was, compliments of her inebriated nature.

“I’m sorry, sis. this is so fucked up.” Riri says rubbing your back.

work huh? he had been cheating the entire time. the lack of affection, the flopping on plans, forgetting important dates, no sex. the whole time you’ve been making excuses for him, considering his emotions and hardships, he had been occupying his time and energy somewhere else.

“That fucking jerk-off.” Shuri spat so harshly it almost made you jump. as you glanced over her face, you could see a dark, glossy glare in her eye and her jaw flexing from her biting down so hard. her Kimoyo beads turn a bright, glowy red, activating the mood generator she had added to it, just for shits and giggles in her free time. It meant anger. you knew that. she turns to you, noticing your state and cups your face and immediately wipes your tears with her thumbs.

“Listen to me,” she says, holding the attention she already previously grabbed. “You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, inside and out. This has nothing to do with you, and everything to do with him. He didn’t deserve you then, and he doesn’t deserve you now.”

you nod at everything she says. you know she’s right, but the tears just wouldn’t stop flowing. it was hurtful. it was downright disrespectful.

“Girl, we can pack up all your stuff and you come stay with me,” Riri says very sweetly but very serious.

“Fuck that,” you laugh in between sniffles, with your thoughts residing in audacity. “That’s my shit. He could get out!”

“I know that’s right!” Sevyn says smacking her hand down on the bar countertop.

you all laugh. humor was how you four coped with everything. more than anything you were appalled at these series of events, but you wouldn’t let it sack your night. tonight is about Sevyn. You got yourself together, had a few more shots, and the four of you continued the night, as intended.

It was 1 AM and the night was over. everyone kissed and hugged goodbye and made their way out. Shuri had Sevyn over her shoulder, placing her gently in the backseat of the SUV. she was too drunk to function, but in Sevyn’s words, “The night wasn’t crunk, If I wasn’t drunk”

I laughed aloud at the thought of her saying that. we all hop in the car and Shuri being the most sober, barely even tipsy, drives everyone home. we get to Sev’s house first.

“I’m gonna stay with Sev and nurse her back to health.” Riri half chuckles, gathering all of her and Sev’s belongings.

“I am health!” Sevyn slurs, mixing up health and healthy. We all laugh.

“Yeah ok superstar.” Shuri smiles.

“Goodnight y’all,” you say warmly. “Happy Birthday again, Sev.”

“Goodnight, take it easy, okay Y/N/N?” Riri says to you. You give her a reassuring nod.

“Yeah and fuck that nigg—!” was the last thing you heard before the back door shut. You laugh uncontrollably, knowing it was Sevyn, making it clear she had your back. you wait until they get inside and Shuri drives off. for a while, it's silent, until you break it. "Thank you, Shuri." you began, sheepishly, fidgeting your fingers. "For speaking life into me, and making sure I enjoyed my night." you could see her crack a small smile. "Of course, Y/N. What kind of friend would I be not to?" she reaches out and rests her hand on your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. the gesture makes you squirm. Pretending not to notice, Shuri asks, "Did you want to stop by anywhere before we reach your house? Something to eat? Or maybe an airbed?" "Shut up!," You burst into laughter, nudging her shoulder. She was very good with lightening moods, and she was also very funny. "Actually," you began, feeling that bold feeling you had felt earlier. "I was hoping you could take me home. to your home." you say, this time, with the full intent of sounding seductive. you reach over and rub the back of her neck, ever so gently. "Oh, uh-" you notice the 'adam's apple' portion of her neck move as she swallows, caught off guard by your sudden gesture. "Yea, definitely, that's fine with me." her kimoyo beads then started to glow a dark fuchsia. Your head tilted at the sight. That was new. You were there the millions of times that Shuri had ran tests on this feature, but you couldn't recall seeing this color before. "What does fuchsia mean, Princess?" You turn to her, genuinely interested. normally, she hated when you were formal with her. but as of these recent events, she was sort of turned on by it. she looks at you, and with a shy, stuttered tone she replies, "Arousal."

"Oh.." at a loss for words, you feel the pace of your heartbeat pick up, in both places of which a heartbeat may reside in a woman. she was aroused by you. a gentle touch alone from you made her arousal grow and the thought of that made your curiosity quickly turn into certainty. you wanted her bad, and was over pretending that you didn't.

You finally park, and the two of you head inside Shuri's apartment complex, which she had owned and had other people rent out. you went up to the top floor and trailed off into the Princess's palace. Shuri's home was so warm. Welcoming. the decor filled with blues, whites, and silvers, mimicking her lab back at her home Wakanda. The two of you enter her spacious room and immediately she begins to undress. she slips off her hoodie, exposing her toned and muscled arms elongating out of her wifebeater. her beauty was so effortless. And in that moment you could only think of those arms holding you. Or restraining you. either would suffice. "I'm gonna hop in the shower, Y/N," she begins. "You're welcome to shower here or in any of the guest bathrooms. It's up to you." "I'm gonna go in the guest room. Where are your towels?" you ask. she goes in her closet and comes out with a baby blue towel and two wash rags, one white and one blue, and hands them to you. you notice they're the same set from when you slept over last summer. "I never used them and purposely and kept it separated from all my others. I know blue's your favorite." She says, almost bashful. "How sweet, Shuri, thank you," you swoon at the gesture. that's another thing you adored about Shuri. She was so attentive. she knew everything about you & incorporated that information into thoughtful gestures like those. It seemed small but it made your day. "Anything for you, nkosazana." she says, sealing her statement with a wink. There that word went again. Princess. It was like she was taunting you. you smiled bleakly, and made your way to bathroom. the words lingered in your mind. did she mean anything?

as the hot water steams up the bathroom and falls against your skin, rinsing it of the dove body wash it was lathered with, your mind began to wander again. you began to have flash backs. when the two of you first met, your first 1 on 1 hang out, the shows she'd come see you perform in, her taking you to meet her family back in Wakanda. You felt safe in her presence. Comfortable, relaxed, inspired. Beautiful. Something you haven't felt in someone for a really long time. And it hit you. You were in love with Shuri Udaku. You weren't sure what to do with that information. It would mean two things, forcing you to face the truth; One, you were attracted to women. And two, your relationship with Jalen wasn't at all what you painted it out to be all these years. Oddly enough, you still felt bad for carrying on the way you knew you were about to. Not that bad though. after your shower, you walk back into Shuri'’s room, seeing her in her tank & a pair of boxers, at her desk, finishing up some last minute work drafts like the workaholic she was. you knock lightly and break her focus. "Hey," you say meekly, and before you know it, you're back into tears. "Hey, hey, hey, come here. " Shuri quickly pulls you into her lap. "Fuck him. I want you to fully process your emotions, but I don't wanna see two many tears shed over that waste. unless they are tears of joy, of course." she rubs the sides of your shoulders and kisses the back of them. but it wasn't even that. the truth was, you were overwhelmed. of course it hurt seeing what you saw earlier. but through all that turmoil, the only thing you could seem to think of was your feelings for Shuri. "Shuri-," you say, through a sob. "What is it my love, talk to me." Shuri's face grew with concern as she positioned you to now be face to face with her. "I think I'm in love with you," you manage to get out, eyes overflowing with tears. Shuri's reaction was mixed with shock, relief, and excitement. she had been in love with you since she meant you. It had been hell to pretend like she wasn't. she was equally allured by the content of your character as she was your pretty face and equally perfect figure. sure, she was a little jealous watching you be with someone else, but it wasn't jealousy alone. she knew Jalen wasn't shit. It just had to come up in the physical form. “Oh, Thank Bast.” Shuri says, exhaling heavily.

you playfully tap her shoulder.

“Shuri, I’m serious!” you say, almost pouting.

“I know, I know. All jokes aside, you don’t know how happy I am to hear those words from you.” she says lowly, staring into your eyes.

“Really?” you say, not knowing what to think of the situation just of yet.

“Really.” she confirms. “I’ve been in love with you since I met you, Y/F/N.”

hearing those words sent a rush all over your body. if you could be desired by anyone, especially in that way, it would be Shuri. a woman of her beauty and intelligence being enamored by you was way more than flattering. The more time passed, the more your arousal grew hungrily. "So come show me." your response sounding more lewd than intended.

you positioned your body to sit on one of her legs. you grab her face and bring it towards you, kissing her slow and passionately. you both moan into the kiss, breaking the tension that had been so heavily building over the night. a wave of bliss washes over you immediately. as you deepen the kiss, Shuri’s hands travel up your sides and lands on your ass. you slide your hands up the back of her neck and tug lightly at her head of curls. you adjust yourself, purposely separating the boundary of your wrapped towel and your lower region, and you begin to grind your clit against her thigh. you could feel the secretion sliding between your skin.

“Y/N..” Shuri leaves a light moan onto your lips, lifting up for air. "Yes?" you begin kissing down her neck, lightly sucking. "I-is this okay?" Shuri could barely get out. "We don't have to"

you stood up, still hovering over her and peeled off your towel, dropping it to the floor. you take her finger swipe it across your entrance, allowing her to feel the mess she was beginning to create. you sucked yourself off of her, keeping your gaze onto her. "Does that answer your question, Princess?" you say, in an almost sinister tone. "Fuck.." Shuri trailed off, pleasantly surprised at your behavior. without any further question, she lifts you up with one arm and walks you over to the bed, laying you down. you wanted her so bad. this would be your first time with a woman, and although you were nervous, you were ready. you could easily figure out what she liked. you seen it in your dreams a million times. Shuri began kissing you all over your face, traveling down to your neck, eventually stopping at your chest. she hovers over your right nipple, the breeze from her breath causing you to jolt. she slides her hand up your torso and cups your other breast, lightly tugging on the nipple. she slightly drops her jaw, allowing her dribble to fall and coat your puffed nipple. she cleans it up before it droops below the surface. simultaneously, she drives her knee in between your legs, just close enough for the tip of her knee and your clit to kiss. you gasp at the quick exchange, your body squirming under her touch, semi-begging for more. "Stop teasing me, Shuri, please," you breath out. "Mm, mm." she shakes her head, detaching her lips from around your areola. "I've been waiting a long time for you. I'm taking my time. " she gives some attention your other nipple before traveling down your torso. she makes sure not to leave any skin on your body unloved. she wanted the way she truly felt to translate through her actions. she tugged you by the inside of your knees, pulling you closer to the end up of the bed, and kneeled down in front of your heat. "Shuriiii," you whined out, aching for her to do something. "What is it, usana?" she says, wanting you to be vocal. she was so deeply grateful to have heard you say the things she had only dreamt. "What do you need from me?" you had absolutely no problem being vocal. all your guilt, sadness, and confusion was out the window. all you wanted now was to make her feel how she made you in your dreams. sitting up on your forearms, you lock eyes with her, "put your mouth on her, please." "Yes, my love." she breaks eye contact with you and makes eye contact with your folds. "Hey, pretty girl," she cooes over your entrance. the seductive introduction made you melt like putty. She slides her two fingers up your slit, separating your folds, and exposing your now pulsating clit. In one quick motion, she wraps her pretty, royal lips around it and gives it a french kiss. "Yesss, fuck!--" you cry out. you been yearning for this moment, and seeing it come into fruition was driving you insane. still eating, shuri hums inside you, sending the vibrations through you. she slowly slides her fingers inside and begins pumping. you could feel the love at the end of her tongue, and you feel your eyes begin to well up. you throw your head back in intense pleasure. she taps the side of your hip twice, coming up to speak. "aht, aht. keep those pretty eyes on me, gorgeous" demanding your attention, still pumping. soon as your tear-filled eyes, meet hers, she adds another finger and begins to twist. "Ahh!" you pierce out a glass crushing scream, grabbing the sheet so hard you almost pop it off its corner. "I can't--" she silences your protest, shushing loudly, "yes you can baby, hold it for me, yeah?" wanting to be good for her, you just gave a weak nod. she lowers her lips back to your super sensitive bud, now edging it with the flat of her tongue. the combination of the two movements immediately tossed your stomach into knots, signaling a releasing creeping. "Shuri, I'm going to fucking cum--" you say through exhausted breath and gritted teeth. her expectations of you holding anything would soon be met with disappointment.

"I know baby, just a little while longer," she attempts to soothe you, failing terribly. she sucks one more time, slightly tugging at it, making the popping noise at the release. she takes her thumb and uses it as replacement for where her mouth was and uses her free hand to push your knees to your chest.

your legs involuntarily began to tremble and you knew you could hold it no longer.

"Baby," you gasp out, in a warning tone.

"come on, let it out." she gives you the green light and on command, you immediately pour out onto Shuri's fingers.

"Such a good fucking girl." she praises, and you ride out your O off of her fingers. she takes them out and lowers herself to your lips, giving you her fingers for the two of you to share. "You taste so good." she exclaims, moaning to herself.

you're a whimpering, moaning mess. you've never felt such an intense feeling in all the years your were in a relationship with that man. it awakens something in you, and you're ready to do whatever to make Shuri happy.

sitting up with her towering you, you and the Princess collaborate in lifting her shirt over her head. you take time admiring her slim but toned body and her small, perky and stiff breasts.

"You are so beautiful, Shuri." You say looking up to her, so very sincerely. she was really ethereal in every way. she had an androgynous vibe to her, being equally as pretty as she was handsome.

" I am a reflection of you, mhlobo wam." she replies before lifting your chin, placing a peck onto your lips. she always knew what to say.

you slide your fingers around the brim of her shorts before pulling them down, being greeted with her black boxers, being soaked at the front.

"Oh shit," you chuckle. "It's like that?" you look up at the now flustered girl. It was funny, but cute. as quick as she could be in control was as quick as she could become coy.

"It's not my fault," she says in a pouty tone. "You're just so--"

In the midst of her talking, you slip her out her boxers, lift her leg, and rest her foot on the tall bed post that stood beside you, exposing her pretty and dripping two-toned cunt. your eyebrows raised, surprised at her flexibility.

you let out a secluded breath, loving what you saw in front of you. "So..?" you ask, tauntingly, sliding your thumb up and down her middle.

“—Sexy.” her breath stifles, and her chest began to heave up and down.

“you think i’m sexy?” you taunt even further, now dipping your thumb in every one and again, enjoying watching her squirm.

“Y-yes,” her hips disobey her attempt to keep cool and begin bucking up.

“How sweet. Let me say, thank you.” you palm her plump bottom with both hands and pull your lips closer to her sweet spot. you lick a straight path from the bottom of her opening up and to the top and make a quick circle around her clit, sealing it with a kiss.

“Ohhh my f— Y/N..” Shuri felt as if she began to float. she had the prettiest girl at her mercy, and now she had her at her own. to see her underneath her, wanting her in the same way— the thought alone was enough for her cum.

“Tell me how you like it, Princess. Teach me.” you plead, wanting nothing more than to make her feel how she just made you. your eagerness to learn her body made her all the more excited to continue.

like a magnet, you attached your lips onto her second pair, and she guides you right where she wants you.

“Right there. S-slow, please.” she almost begs.

as asked, you rolled your tongue around her bud slowly. painfully slow. you were pleased with her taste & moaned in confirmation.

“Ughh,” her breathing becoming more unsteady, “Fuck, that feels so good, nkosazana.” proud and driven by the praise you were just given, you speed up your pace, just a little. this time, making it sloppy and shaking your head in it. you raise a finger and trace it along her entrance, waiting for the confirmation that it was okay. she nods.

you strike a finger up briskly, tongue still attacking her clit.

“Yes!” she cries out, holding a tighter grip on the sides of your head. you give a few more pumps before slipping another finger, eager to send her over. pushing deeper and deeper, you notice her juices begin to trickle down your fingers.

“are you close, my love?”you chase her expressions for an answer.

“I’m so close, please don’t stop,” she whimpers out as you keep pumping. her eyes shut tight and her leg began to shake. she was a whimpering little thing. it was different from her normal, calm, masculine presenting energy. and you loved it.

you increase the pressure of your sucking and soon after you feel a rush of creamy substance floating down your tongue like a river. she sobs out as she comes down from her first O.

“Mmm.” you vocalize your satisfaction with her flavor. “thank you, princess.” you feel yourself oozing at the sight of her squirm.

“who— taught.. you.. that,” She says in between each gasp for air. you laugh at her possessive energy but flattered that your succeeded at your first attempt to please her.

gaining some of your leg strength back, you fall back on the bad, pulling Shuri on top of you and rolling over so that you were on top. you thought about this so many times and was ready to try it.

you spread her legs and lower your wet and pulsating clit to meet hers. feeling the warm & gushy sensation between you to caused you both to gasp at the same time.

“You so fucking nasty, my God.” Shuri groans aggressively, staring into your soul.

“For you. You damn right.” you bite back. you swooned at thought of being her fantasy. you were laying it all out for her, making her long term attraction worth it.

you held yourself up slightly, rocking back and forth, tribbing the nucleus of her treasure.

“That pussy feels so good on mine, fuck,” you moan, wanting to throw your head back but also not wanting to miss any reactions, for they were the navigator of your success rate.

“Shit!” her pretty brown eyes beginning to gloss over with water. she couldn’t believe how submissive she was acting, but she even more so couldn’t believe how filthy you were, especially involving her. you also couldn’t believe it either. to have never been with a woman, being with Shuri in this way felt so natural.

“Y/N please!” she cried out, grabbing your neck, pulling you forehead to forehead, the heart shaped herb necklace she gifted you now dangling in her face.

thrusting harder, you reach your hand up and massage her left breast, grazing her nipples with the edges of your nails.

the two of your bodies moved in the same patterns like a missing puzzle piece. you grabbed her by her face and kissed her passionately. uncontrollably moaning your mouth, she begins to cry, this time, letting her emotions take over her.

“I’m cumming, please, I can’t take anymore,” she reaches out to push your torso further away, but her hands are quickly pinned down over her head.

“I’m almost there baby, hold on.” You coo sweetly, noticing her begin to get overstimulated. You continue to thrust, picking up the pace to speed up your orgasm, talking Shuri through.

Shuri’s eyes began to roll back and her mouth was agape for so long from her silent cries, she started to drool.

“Shit,” you feel yourself getting ready to release. The sight of her under your control sped up the process by a whole lot. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming—fuck!” you began to whimper. By the time your juices flow out, Shuri let out a piercing screech, squirting all over you.

Shuri was now sobbing and shaking, violently. You wipe her tears and kiss all over her face, now laying beside her.

“I know baby, I know. Let it out,” you continue to kiss her and rub her to calm her down.

“I—I” she tries to vocalize something, but still hasn’t come down yet.

“Take your time, no need to rush.” you reassure her, still slightly out of breath yourself. you help her regulate her breathing and she finally makes out her sentence.

“I need to fuck you. Now.” she growled.

if she hadn’t before, the desire now was through the roof. this was the most aggressive you’d ever seen her-- also the most vulgar-- and after the damage you had just done to her, you were excited, but nervous to see how she would handle you.

her wobbly legs refraining her from being able to move as fast as she could, she hops up and limps over to her dresser draw, opening the top draw and taking out a pretty black, blue and silver strap. the design on it mimicking what would be the inside of a gadget. by it’s shiny and potent structure, you knew it was made of vibranium.

she slips the harness around her hips, tightening both ends to secure it, arms flexing in the process. effortlessly turning you on with every move.

“Come here, duchess.” she motions you over with two fingers. you immediately oblige, following her lead like a lost puppy.

she leads you over to the large mirror that resided on the wall on the other side of the bed. she swipes the slick from the middle of your entrance and uses it to lube up the tool.

“The safe word, is mango.” She began, looking at you through the mirror. “If it’s too much or it hurts, say that word, and i’ll stop immediately. Got it?”

you bite your lip nervously, and nod, doubting that you would ever be using it.

“Words, princess.” She says sternly, lifting up your chin.

“Y-yes.” you breathily respond. and just like that, you were back under her spell, ready to be used anyway she desired.

“There’s my girl.” She smirks before positioning herself behind you. something about her referring to you as her girl made your stomach erupt with butterflies.

you bent over and braced yourself on the mirror and suddenly you felt a poke at your entrance.

“You ready?” she asks. you nod way too eagerly. “I’m gonna count to 3… 1–“

before she ever got to two she slides her length up your canal and you gasp super sharply.

“Shuri!” you half moan, half growl, feeling good but snapping at her for cutting your time to prepare.

“Shh, you got it, come on,” she coaches. Shuri stroked her length in and out of you, slow and long, building up your anticipation.

“Shit!,” you spat, bitting down on your lip, adjusting to her length.

shuri had been developing this piece for a long time. she also was secretly restricting it for you, not knowing if you’d ever actually be together. but the very few times she did have other partners, she’d only use the regular silicone strap for them. only a woman of a certain poise and power was worthy of the contraption, and in this case, that woman was you. her intombi entle.

she had designed it to feel as close to skin as possible. she wanted you to feel the intimacy just as she did, being that she also designed it to allow her to feel you.

as she pumped in and out of you, your walls tightly clenched around her, almost fighting to keep her inside.

“Ugh,” Shuri grunted aloud. “Pussy so fucking tight.”

“Oh God,” you slur out. as your body was working overtime to stay cool, you feel yourself beginning to sweat profusely. your freshly done silk press now glued to your shoulders. “You feel so fucking good”

The Princess swiftly grabs your arms and folds them, locking them behind you. She holds up your perfect frame, forcing you to look at you both in the mirror.

“Look how pretty you look taking this dick, hmm?” she says lowly in your ear while speeding up her pace.

“Oh, fuck,” not having any control over what happens now, you begin to panic, the knot you now knew to be so familiar beginning to arise in your stomach.

“Say it. I wanna hear you,” she demands.

“Shuri, please,” you beg her to go easy on you, but she wasn’t having it. She gives an electrifying smack to your ass.

“Say. It.” She says through grit teeth, now with one hand full of your hair, slamming into you harder, directly on your g spot.

“I— aghhh!” you fight to get the words out. “I l-look s-so pretty taking th— this dick!”

she smiles sinisterly and quickly agrees. “Mm, yes you do.”

a question you usually scoff at arises, however, it’s a pleasure to hear the next sentence come from Shuri’s lips.

“Who’s pussy is this? Hm?” she knew exactly how to get you riled up. She so badly yearned to hear you surrender to her after watching you with someone else all this time. especially someone who didn’t deserve you.

“It’s yours, Shuri,” your words began to spill over like a fountain in sonic moans. “It’s yours, I’m yours, I belong to you!”

it was music to Shuri’s ears. you were hers. you said it, and that’s all the confirmation she needed.

“and don’t you ever fucking forget,” she spat.

hearing the royal speak so filthy and so rough was so shocking yet so enticing. her every word carried you closer and closer to your whit’s end.

still stroking, she yanks your head back and passionately kisses you, swallowing all your moans.

stomach tight, shuri’s strokes began to get sloppy, feeling your constant contract and release. she was quickly approaching her arrival.

“Shhhhuri, I’m about to—“ you began, almost snatching the words out her mouth.

“Cum. Cum with me, my pretty girl.” she gives 4 more sloppy pumps before she slides out, cumming all over herself; but not before you left a creamy, white ring all around her base. as soon as she comes out completely, you squirt out all over her lower region; something you had never done before. you squeal, in shock and excitement.

“You did such a good job, usana” Shuri pecks your lips and taps your slightly bruised ass. you beam at the praise she gives. she picks you up and carries you to the bed, gently laying you down before slipped off her harness and climbing in with you.

draping the covers over your naked bodies, you cuddle into Shuri, placing your head on her chest and she pulls you in closer. you throw your leg over her lower torso to get close as possible. you both listen to each other’s breath slowly come down to its original state. Shuri picks up and holds your hand that was previously laying on her chest, and kisses it. At peace and well satisfied, you feel yourself begin to drift off to sleep.

“not you falling asleep already,” Shuri laughs, mockingly.

usually you’d protest, but you let her rock on this one.

“I love you so much.” you mummur, gazing up at Shuri.

“I love you so much more. Thank you for trusting me with your body.” She says sincerely.

“I trust you with my life.” you say authentically as ever, overcome with feelings of euphoria.

“I trust you with mine.” she replies, almost instantly.

shuri lifts her hand, inviting you to do the handshake your friend group had made. the two added a special ending that nobody new about. the two of you share a blissful laugh at the comedic ending of it.

“Alright, my love, get some sleep.” Shuri rubs small circles on your back with one hand and rubs the leg thrown over her with the other.

“You got a boyfriend to break up with tomorrow.”

#shuri udaku #letitia wright #shuri x y/n #shuri fic #riri williams #one shot #smut #fluff #lesbian #sapphic #prettymrswright

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Aftermaths

pairing: shuri ✘ plussize!black!fem!reader

summary: shuri takes care of you in the ways she knows how; truths and feelings surface.

word count: 5.9k

contains: mild sexual behavior & suggestive stuff (18+), fluff, aftercare, body worship, vulnerable!reader, slight cocky!shuri, jealous!shuri, vulnerable!shuri, possessive!shuri, riri knows how to mind her business, love confessions, lesbians lesbianing (they're kinda just made for each other tbh), shuri's pockets are very deep, shuri being dramatic and sappy and in love, light chocking

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note: me writing something that isn't over 10k words??? a collective gasp resounded around the room! anyway, this is the aftercare/morning after scene for "lies bout how i hate you." this just something real cute and fun for the girls until me and the outline for part two stop fighting. if y'all was to see how she look rn... chile, just a ghetto mess. if this don't hold y'all over until then, idk what to tell you, it's above me! hope you lot enjoy, mwah, mwah!!

↬ lies bout how i hate you

A greedy mouth imprinted your flesh, nipping harshly at your sore neck before parting along it, and you hissed, absorbing the heated air rushing the pretty bruises on your skin. You felt it stretch, dragging into a smirk against your blazing body as you lay there, stiff and weary. This was to be a game, you discerned immediately, one designed with your losing in mind.

The pillowy lips abusing the space below your chin performed with purpose, seeking to remind you of their involvement in the creation of those decorative marks. They encased each blemish, pecking, sucking, licking hungrily at your throat, undoubtedly deepening the bold violet hue existing there already.

Waking you, the goal of the game, but you disregarded this, keeping your eyes tight as you resisted the urge to shuffle ever so slightly in the bed. You could play too, or at the very least, you could attempt.

“I know you're awake, entle.” Seduction lived in her words; in her accent; it coated every breath she expired. Her voice was a hot crackle in the air once it reached your skin, alerting you of your foreseen defeat within seconds of impact.

And thus began your body's habitual response to her sultry call. You felt the sharp edges of Shuri's bare teeth grazing your neck again, her head tucked perfectly inside the crook as she inhaled you, making you twitch in her arms. Her jaw widened ahead of a stinging bite, and you whimpered through the pain, the sound melding with her chuckle. “Open those pretty eyes, I want to see them.”

“Ion wanna be awake. Let me sleep.” It hurt to speak, and the sound of your own voice straining in protest ignited a flare of irritation in your chest, so you kept your eyes closed, wanting to deny her the visual of their sparkle in retaliation.

Shuri laughed again, its vibration racing through you at the mirroring speed of your heartbeat. She drew you in closer, humming in sync with the anticipated groan you expelled. “I have to clean you up baby, you're filthy.”

Your annoyance grew fiercer at the drawl of her sentence, compelling you to finally open your eyes. “Cause yo ass was doing too much.”

“When we fuck,” Shuri removed her curls from their hiding place beneath your chin, smile smug as her still-blown pupils latched onto yours in the dimness surrounding you both. So breathtaking, so beautiful; you couldn't forbid your eyes from softening. “It gets messy. Did you forget that while you were busy with um… What's her name again?”

Naci.

The mere mention of her soared your temperature. Crawling into a hole crossed your mind; you couldn't retreat then, but maybe curling in on yourself now could become an option. You were mortified, recollecting her face and its contortion. Every nook colored in dismay, painted in disappointment, in disgust. But, your aching body couldn't fathom the notion of crawling, and concealing your growing smile proved impossible with Shuri's tired eyes boring into yours as they did now.

She too was sleepy, but she fought it, centering her focus on getting you to comply.

You bit your lip, aware that you were gaping at her pretty face in adoration, but you ceased to care. “You ain't have to do that poor girl like that, Shuri. That was just trifling. Even for you.”

“I would believe your remorse to be genuine if you weren't grinning at me right now. You're beaming, Ntomb'am.” (my girl)

You smacked her, admonishing the arrogance lacing her words. “It is. She's a nice girl.”

“And therein lies her problem.”

“Fuck you.” You tried rolling over in the soiled bedding, but her strength kept you in place. Shuri’s fingers melted into your cupped jaw, delicate as ever. She knew the action would get you; you chased her softer side more so than the one she presented regularly, and it was her favorite thing to manipulate.

She scanned your smiling face, confidence lodged in the deepest parts of her brown globes. Fuck she was good, uttering nothing, yet still possessing the skill to make you squirm beneath her destructive stare; Shuri reduced the little fight you had left in you to ruins, coercing your surrender.

She pinched your cheek, making you scrunch your face. “I don't like repeating myself, so I won't.”

You could pout, resist, but what was the use? Shuri always got her way, and it would be illogical to protest against being pampered just to simply spite her.

She placed a peck on your forehead before releasing you and climbing out of the bed. Shuri made her way to your side, slowly guiding your back off the mattress to help you sit up. “I'm guessing you want to go to your bathroom?”

Your response was a wordless nod, and she scooped you up. Whilst in her arms, you tied those aching thighs of yours snugly around her slender waist on the trot to the bathroom, passing Riri on the couch. She said nothing, neither did you and Shuri, but your heated blush crept up anyway. Because you knew what she was thinking, her telling smirk and amused eyes speaking what her lips refrained.

“Shower.” Shuri sat you on the edge of the sink, tilting her head at your singular word. “I know you wanna put me in the tub, but Ion want that. I need a shower, not a bath.”

She hummed, “Can you even stand right now?”

God could she thin your patience. You narrowed your eyes at her, clearly agitated, but of course, Shuri found hilarity in your mood. She chuckled, the sound low in her bosom as she deviously sank the pads of her digits into your tender, fleshy hips, eyebrow cocked daringly. “Ouch! Ouch! Shuri! What the fuck?!”

“Exactly. You're getting in that tub.”

This time you did pout; you crossed your arms in frustration, and your big doe eyes toyed with her commanding attitude. “You the reason I’m all sore and shit. Just lemme have my shower, it’s the least you could do.”

Her palms rested on either side of the counter as she leaned forward, caging you in, stern eyes searching for something across your upturned face. “That's the fourth time you've used profanity with me in the past ten minutes.”

“Ugh, of course your annoying as– self is counting,” Shuri grinned at your correction, pleased by the way you so easily fell in line for her. You rolled your eyes when you noted her satisfaction. Fuck her, and fuck your perpetual cycle of constantly adhering to her.

She laughed, pecking your lips. “Hmm… I guess I can let you have your shower. But the second I sense being on your feet is becoming too much, I’m running you a bath. Yeva?” (are we clear)

“Okay.” A sheepish smile chiseled into your face, exposing your deep dimples as she kissed you again. Her mouth was plush against yours, coaxing a desperate little whine out from your stomach, and when she pulled away, your lips ran after hers.

“Always so greedy for me, pretty girl.”

Shuri tugged your T-shirt off, careful not to brush the spot where her teeth incised your shoulder, and she smirked. Your skin heated watching Shuri become enraptured with every abrasion she sketched into your flesh; some bolder than others; deeper, but none soon to disappear.

She drank in your nakedness with glossy eyes, bottom lip sucked tight between her canines. “You're so gorgeous with my marks all over your beautiful body.”

You dipped your head, seizing the opportunity to exhale when she stepped away to turn the shower on. “Thanks...”

“Mhmm. Now let me hear you say it.” She lifted you once again, sliding you off the counter and onto your feet before making you face the mirror. It was like your legs forgot what it meant to stand, because you wobbled, and if you were gazing into the glass ahead of you, you'd witness the conceited smile covering Shuri's lips at the sight of your stumble.

“Shuri, you wasting my water, can I just get in the damn–” You avoided the image of your bare skin in the mirror at all costs; there was too much shame existing in your reflection.

But as always, whenever you decided on a course of action, Shuri made sure her’s differed vastly, “Haven't I warned you about your choice of words already?”

“Whatever.”

Shuri snaked your throat, pressing her exposed front into your back, her fingers squeezing and lifting your head so you could behold the remnants of her claim on your body. “Tell me how gorgeous you are.”

She seemed elated by your throaty gasp when you finally took yourself in, the corners of her mouth twitching briefly at your awe. A trail of hickeys and bite marks lined your neck, traveling along your chest, before stopping below your left breast, each one deliberately placed. Their vibrance made them beautiful, reinforcing what you always knew to be true. You were the Panther’s prey — her prize at the end of her hunt — these lacerations were testimony to that.

“So gorgeous. Now can I please have my shower?” Your eyes rolled as you tried wrapping your mind around what the reflection staring back at you would mean, in this moment, in the morning, in the near future. The reality of this thought soured the bliss you almost let yourself taste, dropping your mood entirely.

A power imbalance would forever exist between you and Shuri; it existed now, and it was certainly present when you confessed your true feelings to her. She hadn't reciprocated your declaration, not in the way you'd hoped, not with her words. She wished to say it, this was made evident by her somber eyes holding yours in the mirror. But she would make you wait, she wanted you desperate for those three words, because who would your Panther be if she didn't opt for control over vulnerability?

Shuri’s fingers dove deeper into your throat, compressing your windpipe in her palm as she watched you wince under the pressure and pain, “Say it like you mean it.”

“I'm s-so f-fucking gorgeous.” A choked response, but you smiled anyway, marveling at your naked frame in the reflective surface before shower steam fogged the glass. You did mean it; you believed it.

“Yes, you are.” She kissed your neck after releasing you, allowing you to inhale.

Without a word, she was pulling your hair into a high ponytail, unable to resist pressing another kiss to your nape. She breathed you in with a loud sigh before spinning you to face her. “Now come on.”

Her eyes were practically melted balls of brown peering down at you, the softest she'd permitted them to be in weeks, and you appreciated it wholeheartedly. Electricity thrilled through both of your bodies when she laced your hands together, and she shot you a knowing wink that rocketed your heart’s pumping.

Shuri pulled the misty shower door open, stepping in first to stable you. “Easy, baby.”

Her arms were looped around your waist the second you stood under the streaming water, and Shuri was reeling you in against her chest, supple lips finding your earlobe. “I'm letting you have your shower, why are you still angry with me?”

You sighed. You supposed your uncertainty could be misinterpreted as anger; it was quite palpable, and being confined to these shatterable walls could certainly increase the pressure your emotions emitted. “Not angry with you.”

Shuri moved mechanically for your washcloth and favorite mango-lime body wash, her lengthy inhale audible when she popped the cap behind you. “Okay. But you are upset about something, no?”

“Why do you think that?”

She swiped the lathered rag across your sore back, massaging your tired muscles with sensuous force. Your body cautioned you against the building moans creeping up the back of your throat, but at the moment, you couldn't care, their blare would just have to come forth. Shuri's hands all over you as she scrubbed you clean, the permeating aroma of your fruity soap, and damn, the drumming droplets of tepid water beating down on your chest were much too pleasurable to swallow any sound wishing to escape you.

Suds trickled down your shoulders, running over your bitten breasts, tickling you as you stalked the white foam on its race down your stomach with a smile.

“Because, I know you best…” You could hear the smirk in her delayed reply, and it took the remainder of your strength not to scoff.

She turned you without effort, seizing hold of your gentle eyes. Shuri’s face showcased genuine concern as she stripped your bones bare with the pretty twinkle in her stare. Her lips met your collarbone, wiping little kisses into your wet skin with her gaze still on yours. “And I always know when something is feeding on your mind.”

She dabbed the cloth between your boobs, beneath them, and your neck launched backward with a deep hum. The shower head stormed your flexing shoulder blades while Shuri ran the rag through your rolls, atop your curves, waking a broken whine when she sponged your tender hip a little too hard.

“If you know me s-so well, then you should know exactly what's on my mind, right Princess?”

Her eyes became slits in front of yours, and you watched a slow grin creep across her perfect face. “Sit. I need to wash your legs.”

“I can do that myself.” You objected just because; you knew Shuri would never allow it.

“I said sit.”

You did as you were told, easing yourself onto the built-in seat in the corner, eyeing her ass as she moved for the detachable shower head. “Thought you didn't like to repeat yourself.”

Your giggle made her shake her head, but her smirk existed there, on her pretty plump lips. Shuri kneeled, using the hoes to spray you with water. The heated spritz dissolved the suds sitting on you, and you relaxed, flattening your back against the wall with your legs spread wide.

She moved lower with the water, wetting your core carefully, stopping when you hissed under the sensation. “Is that too much?”

“S'okay.” You nodded. “Not you on your knees for me, Princess.”

Shuri grinned, replacing the shower head with the soaked washcloth before waving the soft material down your legs. “The view is perfect from down here.”

“Mmm.”

“Have I told you how much I love these?” Her hot mouth meshed with the thick expanse of your large thighs, pecking and licking your skin.

“Can't remember.”

She grabbed your shin, stretching your entire leg out and cupping it in her delicate palm, allowing her lips to wander. “Guess I must refresh your memory then, huh?”

“Mhmm.”

“I love your thighs,” An open mouth kiss burrowed into your legs, and Shuri hummed into your skin. “So beautiful, so perfect.”

Her tongue was on the climb, purling the beads of water covering you like a thirsty feline. She suckled the insides of your sprawled thighs, inching closer and closer to your throbbing heat, causing you to whimper aloud; you wouldn't even stop her if she decided it was to be her final destination.

You could tell she sensed your willingness, despite how used you felt already, and just like your uncertainty, her pride blossomed fervently in the fog. But, her mouth skipped your center entirely, drifting shamelessly to your waist. “These hips, this waist, sthandwa, Bast, if only you knew what they do to me.”

“Tell me.” Your desperation enticed her.

“I love every dip in your skin, every dent, every dimple. Being allowed to feel your wonderful curves increases my heart rate, especially now, after all the time we've spent apart. I’m hardly even worthy of this pleasure.” Shuri whispered her convictions into your cellulite.

You enjoyed when she got like this, lost in you, and in your body; you missed it. “Damn Princess, I got you like that for real?”

Shuri's lips shifted to your cushioning tummy, her teeth nibbling on your stretch marks long enough to quell her insatiable hunger for you. “You're the only person able to make me feel the things I do. You create storms inside of me, baby, fierce storms.”

“That's crazy.” You were cheesing, staring beyond the beauty of her soul as her mouth ascended to the valley of your breast: one peck, two pecks, three.

“Fuck, I love your beautiful breasts. I’m sure you know this already, hmm?” Her eager mouth latched onto your perky right nipple, swirling around the erect little nub with devotion. “Don't you know this?”

Shuri switched to the left ahead of the answer she sought as an award, distributing an equal amount of care to this bud as well. She watched you thrash from the ecstasy she brought on, listened for your small cries above her with a pleasant smile. “Every sound I elicit from you is like a symphony, pretty girl. I love it all.”

“Look at these, sthandwa.” Just like earlier, she paid special attention to the pigmented love bites staining your heaving chest. “I think I outdid myself with these.”

Shuri slid her tongue over your shoulder, sucking and kissing the divots forged by her canines; this one she took her time admiring. “Mmm, my favorite one. This isn't going away anytime soon.”

“You like marking me up.”

She stood, towering over you with lustful eyes, leaning in to capture your parted mouth. “I love marking you up. You're beautiful.”

Although she placed you peacefully on cloud nine, your mistrust remained. Shuri loved your thighs. Shuri loved your hips, your curves, your breasts; spitting out these confessions bred no hardship for her, yet still, she withheld the sole confession you craved.

“All done?” She questioned tauntingly with a smirk, and you nodded, waiting in your spot for her to finish her own shower before the raining water came to an abrupt halt.

“Hand.” You wasted not a second giving her your fingers to hold, and she steadied you on your feet. She swaddled you in your fuzzy towel once outside, trapping your wet mouth between hers for a long kiss, and like clockwork, you moaned into her accepting throat. It was then that she pulled away, matching your simper for a few beats before you shied away. “Let's get my lovely girl dressed, hmm?”

“Okay.”

•••

“Shuri that tickles, oh my god!” Your little giggles egged her on; the Princess found herself on her knees for you once again as she smoothed your fragrant cocoa butter into your rich skin, taking to the way the lotion dissolved into your feet with enlarged pupils.

“Yeah?” She smiled, biting her lip. Shuri was prettiest like this, with her guards lowered, doing the thing she loved more than her lab excursions: tending to you. “Do you want me to stop, entle?”

You shook your head, exposing the depths of your dimples to the striking woman kneeling for you, relinquishing yourself to her, and her gratifying touch. Shuri kneaded your legs expertly and intentionally, working out the tension birthed from her nefarious behavior. And it came quickly, the pleasure rush prompted to loosen your tight muscles. Her fingers were magic; she was magic.

Your sensual keens carried, filling the air as Shuri’s stimulating hands took care of you. “You're okay, right baby?”

“Mhmm.” You sucked in a sharp breath.

“And you’d tell me if it gets to be too much?”

You were panting, your body becoming a pool of limp limbs around the building pressure. “It's perfect. I-I promise.”

“Good. You deserve nothing less.”

She concluded the massage with a string of kisses on each glossy thigh to cement her obsession into your flesh. Shuri then assisted you in getting ready for bed. She helped you into your silk, lace-trimmed nightgown whispering sweet praises into your neck, the warmth of her words bristling your stray curls. “I'm so proud of you. You did so well for me tonight. From start to finish baby, you were perfect.”

She secured your headscarf neatly on your head, “Not too tight?”

“No.”

And then she tucked you into your sheets before nestling in beside you; a practiced routine ingrained in her.

You lay facing Shuri, fingers trailing her face as she watched you in the dark. Her beauty could be deemed unsettling; you did deem it so. So much of it consumed you, but you could never tire of the sense of serenity that overcame you when you stared into her sunken brown eyes. Shuri's beauty could very well be enough to make you forget that this time with her wasn't forever promised. “You're so pretty, Shuri.”

“I know.”

There lived something else on her tongue, but voicing it proved to be challenging. “Say what you're thinking, Princess.”

“I-I missed your sheets. Missed how the scent of your laundry detergent always clings to me after I lay beside you in them.”

You hummed lowly; this may have been a truth, but it was not the one gnawing at her brain. Rarely did your Panther get choked up, so it was fair to say Shuri fought her words now, out of stubbornness. The two of you knew what she wanted to say, and you knew she hoped your awareness would suffice, but you refused to let her get off so easily, not after tonight, not after everything.

“Shuri.”

She kissed your cheek before engulfing you and rooting her curls into your beating heart. “I know.”

“Then say it.”

“I will.” Shuri pressed her lips into your sternum, the action barring you from fighting your slumber any longer. Her warmth lulled your aching bones, your tender flesh, and you let those tired eyes of yours flutter shut, capturing one last image of her cuddling you before allowing yourself to dive.

•••

Sun rays woke you up, making you roll on your side to dodge the light spilling through your curtains. Ultimately the wrong move, because you ached still. You let weak fingers course your sides, slowly, gently, flinching when they swept a particularly sore spot. “Fuck you, Shuri.”

As the quiet mumble left your mouth, you realized, her side of the mattress was barren. The only proof that she'd lain with you being the dent she left in her wake, one that had now run cold. Her departure wasn't the least bit surprising though, it was predictable if anything.

You weren't hurt by it either, what you felt now was disappointment, and in yourself nonetheless. Because you’d fallen right back into Shuri. And for a fleeting moment, when she tangled herself into you last night, you did away with your doubt and permitted belief. Belief that you’d wake up in her embrace, belief that just maybe, the sex could spawn some sort of new beginning for the two of you. A silly thought apparently.

You rolled your eyes with a groan. Attempting to sit up was a bust, your back stung at the movement, and gravity sank her claws into you pulling you right back into your bed.

“Did you just attempt to get up?” Fuck. It should be embarrassing. You should be embarrassed at the way you responded to that amused accent wafting through the air. It yanked you forward with a quickness, forcing you to ignore your tired muscles screaming for you to lay back down.

Shuri sauntered closer to you, a tower of identifiable boxes filling her fists. When she reached the velvet ottoman perched in front of your bed, she sat them down, eyeing you brazenly.

Her smirk, another thing recognizable; Shuri revered the way you fought your pain just to look at her.

You scolded yourself, but ultimately in vain because once she beckoned you forth with that finger, you were crawling, making your way to the foot of the bed amidst the protests of your tendons.

She strangled your jaw, tilting your head upwards so your eyes would connect. “So good for me.”

You nodded, hoping she'd notice your puckered lips coated in and dripping desperation. “Aww, would my good girl like a kiss?”

“Yes.”

Shuri’s fingers tunneled into your cheeks, adding to the entire body ache you were suffering through, but you couldn't care if you tried. It was worth it; a kiss from those lips could mend it all. “Okay.”

She blew the word into your mouth as she leaned in, weaving her soft lips into your anxious ones passionately. You whimpered, realizing you were right — Shuri's kiss did hold the power to alleviate your pain.

The longer she kept her tongue in your mouth, the looser you felt, akin to the sea, and its shapelessness, just simply flowing. But, your euphoria only lasted for so long. Your steady tides were submersive, and she could no longer breathe, so she pulled away, breaking the kiss and earning a whine from you as she came up for air.

“You're insatiable.” She mocked, admiring your pout.

You huffed, allowing your eyes to meander away from hers and down to the boxes she brought in. “What are these?”

“Peace offerings.”

Your dimples popped out, and you gasped. “For me?”

“No, for Riri.” Shuri sat on the ottoman, glancing over her shoulder at you playfully with a sarcastic chuckle. “Of course they're for you, baby. Now are you going to open them?”

You reached for one of the boxes, positioning it in front of you, excitement brewing in your chest as you undid the ribbon, “When did you have time to get these anyway?”

“Does that matter?”

Your grumble was hardly disguised, but you refused to let her snark get to you now, not when there was a cloaked Chanel resting atop your comforter, and another two designer bags just centimeters away. When you lifted the box’s lid, you became acquainted with the familiar pearl-shaded wrapping paper that bundled the purse, unfolding it carefully so as to not rip it.

The paper crinkled in your fingers, falling away from the dust bag housing your anticipated prize. You sensed Shuri’s anxious eyes on your hands, their restlessness strengthening the longer you took to unravel the luxury purse laying dormant inside its packaging. It was quite cute, to say the least, the way she seemed eager for your approval of her choice, and it made you giggle.

You slipped the handbag out finally, allowing your fingers to dawdle across the light blue lambskin leather, fascination guiding their touch. It was a beautiful piece, though you expected nothing less. The gold hardware held most of your attention as you grazed it with your thumb, inspecting the chain, and reminiscing on last night's car ride, a reminder still engraving your wrists.

“Well?”

You smiled at her, getting lost in her frenzied brown eyes, “It's very pretty.”

“And do you like it?” She pressed.

You dipped your head, “I do.”

“Good. Now open the others please.”

Shuri observed as you unboxed the other two purses she bought with a delighted little grin; she was always proud of herself when her gifts made you happy. The second one was a sand-colored Cannage Lambskin Lady Dior Bag, and the last a YSL Sunset Chain Bag in the shade Noir. She also tossed in two pairs of Prada sunglasses you'd been eyeing, how she found out about them was beyond you.

“Shuri,” You were deep in thought before you raised your head from her chest. “How much did all that shit cost?” The two of you had been cuddling in your bed for over thirty minutes, and you just couldn't get the calculations off your mind.

She laughed a little, peering into your curious eyes, “Why? You've never cared about a price tag before.”

She was right, you were never one to worry about prices when purchasing any item, and you certainly never cared when it was Shuri’s pockets being emptied. But, a singular medium Chanel classic flap was well over ten thousand dollars... “What's the occasion?”

“Does there need to be one?” She laughed again, noting your annoyance through your slanted eyes. “Consider them an apology, for the one I broke last night. I was saving them for your birthday, but giving them to you now seemed more appropriate.”

“And I'm post to consider them that ‘I love you’ I been waiting on too?” At this point, you were over her little game of dangling what you wanted right in your face without ever letting you actually have it, and a few purses couldn't make that vexation disappear.

God, she was so fucking patronizing with that stupid smirk. You wanted to peel yourself from the wicked way she enveloped your sensitive skin, to slip her caressing hand from underneath your nightgown where she stroked circles into your back; you wanted to scream in her face, but you didn't, because you couldn't, and you grew even more agitated by your own weakness.

“Impatient girl.”

Your eyes rolled when her lips landed on your forehead, “How much longer I gotta wait for you to say it Shuri? If this ain't what I think it is,” You gestured between the two of you, “You gotta let me know now. Ion wanna embarrass myself more than I already did.”

“And what do you think this is? What do you think we are?”

“Don't fuck–” She tutted as a warning, but this time you refused to heed it. “Don't fucking play with me Shuri. Be serious for like two seconds, I know that's some challenging shit for you, but just try, humor me.”

She sighed, pulling you back to her chest after you tried pushing away, “You know the entire reason I came here was because I missed you.” She blew a light laugh before continuing. “I didn't think I would, because I didn't think I'd even get the chance to. I figured maybe you'd last a few days, a week at most, before you were back in my bed. But damn it, pretty girl, you don't fucking play fair.”

“Shuri…”

“Hush baby, I need to say this.” You nodded for her to carry on. “Three months. You made me go three months without your smile, without your laugh, your touch. Fuck, three whole months without your smell, sthandwa. Waking up and not having my eyes land on you in my sheets was excruciating. It was also very humbling to say the least. And then I show up here to win you back, only to see you were moving on, with her. Bast I fucking hated that, I hated seeing her touch what was mine.”

You listened wordlessly to Shuri’s monologue, eyes wide, bulging, brimming. “I loathed the way you would giggle for her, because I can tell when you're really laughing. And you always were with her, every night she walked you to the front door, I heard the authenticity in it. I used to make you laugh that way, I used to be the only one able to. And that day I came home to the sight of her… i-inside of you, I quite literally wanted to die right there. The visual of that, it cut me so fucking deep, and I knew I was done letting you slip further away from me.”

You chewed your lip, ingesting Shuri's words for a moment before offering up some of your own, “Do you know why I broke up with you, Shuri?”

“Because I'm an asshole. Because I'm selfish. Because I won't ever change. And you were tired of me not realizing how much the shit I do affects you.” She spoke it with a cocky smile that should churn your stomach, but everything she did and said just had to be sexy. Fuck her.

She did a pretty good job of understating the speech you spewed the day you ended things, leaving out the part where you tossed your Kimoyo beads at her head. “That's not it.”

“It's not?”

You shook your head, “I wanted that to be the reason, but I knew deep down that it wasn't.”

Her hot palm rubbing your back stuttered for a second before continuing, “Then what was?”

“You are an asshole, but I was lying to you and to myself when I said I cared about that. I knew I should've, but I didn't, and I don't. I don't give a damn about how you treat people who aren't me, Shuri. I love knowing that my feelings are the only ones that matter to you. I love knowing that I’m your world. I know that makes me selfish, but I don't care about that either.”

Her hand stopped completely after your admission, and she gazed down at you, perplexed, “So… you broke up with me because you didn't like who I was turning you into?”

“But that's the thing Shuri, you didn't turn me into anyone who I wasn't already. And I guess breaking up with you was my stupid way of trying to run from that realization. How could I blame you for being who you were when your entire personality was the main reason I was drawn to you when we first met? You saw how fast I left my ex for you.”

Her chuckle reverberated through your entire body, “Wow. And I had to fuck your pretty little brains out in front of what's her name for you to finally admit this?”

“Oh my god, you're so unserious. The only things I'm admitting to are still loving you, and still wanting to b-be with you.” You stammered a little, you hadn't wanted to repeat the L word before you heard it leave her lips first, but you were practicing vulnerability now, the very thing you accused Shuri of not expressing, so it was out.

“You're mine,” Shuri reached beside her on your side table, retrieving a flat beige box you seemed to have missed amongst the others. “You know that?”

You nodded your head against her racing heart, “You belong to me, solely mine. And I am yours, I will belong to you for as long as I am able to draw breath. These are indubitable truths, thando-iwam.” (my love)

“Damn Shuri, all I wanted was a lil ‘I love you too’ or something, yo dramatic ass always doing too fucking much.” You giggled, choking back a sob.

She pushed the top open, revealing the Kimoyo bead bracelet that once adorned your wrist, and you shook your head at her ironic nature. “I do love you,” She lifted your wrist that lined her torso, attaching her watering mouth to the eye-catching lilac bruise dwelling on the spot for a few seconds, and then, she slid her creation around it, appreciating the fact that the bracelet was now back where it belonged. “What I don't love is that vulgar mouth of yours.”

“Whatever.”

“Sit up and look at me.” When your eyes fastened to hers, she clasped your face in her palms tenderly. “I love you. I exist for you. Understand?”

“Yes.”

She leaned in, this kiss sheltering a whirlwind of emotions, a whirlwind of want, and the sweetest hint of evanescence. But you knew, and Shuri knew, that the feelings disbursed between the pair of you were not the kind to ever vanish.

“So, what's this I hear about a birthday trip?” Her lips curved ever so slightly in her whisper, making you laugh.

“How do you know about that?”

“Doesn't matter how I know, what concerns me is the invitation I didn't receive. But, I'm willing to move past this transgression. I know you had sooo much going on these past three weeks, I could never blame you for forgetting me.” She bit her lip with that daring look in her eyes, making you scoff at her boldness.

You settled into Shuri's chest again, with her hand slithering its way back under your silk sleepwear, eager to perform against your blazing skin once more. “You're so damn aggravating.”

“Yeah, I know. Now tell me, on which tropical island will you be allowing me to do even more sinful things to your perfect body?”

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purpleturtle9000 · 1 year

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little casey jr being nervous to come out to his dad who's genuinely surprised that casey jr felt the need to say anything, because this entire time leo just assumed that casey knew, and by extension, knew that leo knew

#leonardo 'forgot cishet people existed' hamato #10/10 no notes #the communication skills in this family are unparalleled #tello spends four days going back through everything they've recorded to modify the footage to reflect casey's new pronouns #casey gets them a mug with 'number one entle' written on it and tello won't let anyone else touch it #headcanon #rottmnt casey jones #rottmnt future leo

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desswright29 · 6 months

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UMAMA

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Contains: PURE FLUFF!!

“Shiiitt” Shuri groaned half awake, only because a little foot had connected with her rib cage. “That’s what you get for letting him sleep with us last night. ‘It’S CoOl ZaH! YouR mOmS trIpPing YoU cAn StAy.” Your groggy voice came from the other side of the bed. “It’s a king sized bed I figured there was plenty of space.” She pouted. “Yea. You didn’t foresee him being horizontal by morning huh?” Shuri chuckled turning onto her back running a hand over her face. “No. I didn’t actually.”

“Mmhmm” You throw the covers off of your body, sitting up on the side of the bed to stretch. “Is it already time for you to get up. It’s still dark out?” Her eyes adjusting to the dark room. “Yes baby it’s 5 am.” You stand to your feet and yawn making your way to the bathroom. “What does Zah do when you have to leave this early and I’m not here?”

“I drop him off at moms and she takes him to school.” Shuri let out a yawn herself. Stretching before getting out of the bed heading into the bathroom right behind you. “Damn, you have my Zah man up this early?” She turned on the water in the sink to brush her teeth as you prepared your shower.

“Not much of a choice Shuri.”

“Why doesn’t your mom just move in to help?”

“Because I’ll be damned.” Shuri let out a small chuckle. “You know you don’t hav-“

“You don’t have to work Intombi entle, move to Wakanda with me and all you have to do is thatha lo mtya ubukhulu. (Take this strap thickness)” squinting your eyes, biting your lip and rubbing your hands together, you give your best Shuri impression. Shuri raised her brow the brushing of her teeth slowing. “Is that supposed to be me?” She said her voice muffled by her toothbrush. “That’s all you baby girl and you know it. That’s why you’re trying not to laugh.” You say removing your clothes. Shuri finally let go of her laugh. “That was pretty good sthandwa. Your Xhosa is getting exceptional.”

She spat and rinsed her mouth as you got ready to step into the shower, when suddenly you were pulled back by strong arms. A small shriek left your mouth as Shuri kissed her way down your back making you Shiver. “Baby I have to shower so I can gooo.” You chastise. “I know *kiss* I know. Just let me get full before you leave.” She placed another kiss at the center of your back and you let out a moan. Before you could reply a sharp pain shot through your ass. “Shuri what the fuck!” She’d bitten you and was latching on. “Girl let go of my ass. You’re gonna make me wake up Zah.” She released your bottom but not before giving your bite mark a huge suck to sooth it. “I couldn’t help it. Just look at that shit.”

“Only you would brush your teeth and then bite and suck dirty ass” Shuri scrunched her face in faux confusion. “Was it dirty? Let me smell.”

“Shuri get the fuck away from me. It’s too early for this shit.” You laugh and she joins. “I could smell it over by the sink anyway.” You throw a shampoo bottle at her as she ran out of the bathroom just in time to not get hit. “Veeeery slow sthandwa. We gotta work on that.” She spoke low from the other side of the door. She looked over at the bed and Zah was still sound asleep. Comforter bunched up around him his head now at the end of the bed. She chuckled shaking her head as she headed down stairs to make you some breakfast.

“Damn it smells good in here baby!” You walked in the kitchen to find Shuri putting the final touches on your plate of food. With her purple and black “Chef Panther” apron on and a dish towel tossed over her shoulder. Seeing her like this always gave you butterflies. How in the hell did you get so lucky.

“Have a seat sthandwa sam. I made a lovely breakfast for a lovely lady. Some French toast with pumpkin spice whipped cream, made with Ezekiel bread I already know how you are. Turkey bacon and hashbrowns. And I’m finishing up your energy te-“ Shuri stopped in her tracks when she turned around and got a glimpse of your attire for the day. You’d decided to rock a grey power suit with a matching trench and you looked scrumptious! “Well Damn daddy, I didn’t know it was your turn to be daddy today?” Shuri sat your plate down at the bar before walking up to you and wrapping her arms around your waist. “Ooouu. Daddy huh? I might like that. Don’t mess around and let me get used to it.” You say seductively.

“If you’re gonna keep dressing like this you might as well cause this suit is bringing out the woman in me.” She purred. You threw your head back in a laugh. “Well you got it down pact. Look at you barefoot and in the kitchen.” You reached around her body to smack and squeeze her ass. “Staying in a woman’s place.” You bite your lip giving her low seductive eyes. “Oh shit! You gon be my sugar daddy!” She said in her best American accent. She stuck her tongue between her teeth and moved imaginary hair behind her ear. You burst out laughing. “Girl move!” She laughed removing herself from you allowing you to sit down and eat. She sat with you as you ate and had a cup of tea.

“Ok babe. Now seriously. Remember school starts at 8am so you and Zah need to be out of here no later than 7:15 which means you need to be getting him up in the next 15 minutes!” You say while finishing up your plate and standing up to rinse it off.

“Moooommy, mooommy, mooommy…” She says sarcastically and you give her your best mommy stare down. “I knoooow the schedule. You went over this thousands of times last night. I’m a genius babe I think I can handle Zah for a day.” You put on your gloves. “I know, I know. I just want to make sure you don’t overwhelm yourself with him this morning.”

Shuri walks up to you, wrapping you up in her arms and pulling your chin up to where your mouths would meet. “I got him babe. He’ll be safe and well taken care of. I know you’re not used to leaving him in just anyone’s hands. But I’m not just anyone. I love him more than I love you.” You immediately pop her in the back of the head already knowing she couldn’t be serious for more than two seconds. “Ow! Don’t be a hater ubusi!” You both laugh. “Thank you baby. Really.” She places a light kiss on your lips. “Its nothing. I got you. The both of you. Now get out of here, so I can wake up Zah. Have an amazing day at work, and when you get home I’ll have dinner ready. We’ll watch some holiday movies, and tonight, I’ll make your body feel brand new. How would you like that?” She says placeing light kisses on your neck and you wrap your arms around her neck and let out a moan.

“Mmm. I’d like that a lot.”

“I know.” She said as she nuzzled her nose into your neck. You pulled back “ Ok seriously I gotta go baby. I’ll be here all day with you.” You step out of her arms and grab your purse. “Ok. And I want names for everyone who looks at your titties today.”

“Shuri be for real for just a minute per day.” She laughs as you head out of the door. “Bye baby! I love you” You toss over your shoulder as you walk out.”

“I love you too mama!”

Shuri entered the room seeing Zah still sound asleep. She sat at the edge of the bed and nudged him lightly in his side. “Zah man. It’s time to get up little guy.” Zah didn’t budge. She pressed at his shoulder shaking a bit harder.“Come on kiddo.” She repeated. Zah groaned holding the covers over his head tighter. “Ooooh no.. nope it’s time to get up! I have to get you out of here on time. So your mom doesn’t trip on me. Work with me kiddo.” She said pulling the cover from over his head.

“Uuuggghhh! I don’t wanna gooo!” He’d pulled the covers back over his head and his little muffled voice spoke from under the covers.

“Uuuuggghhh! But you have to!” She mocked sarcastically.

“Whyyy?”

“Because your mommy said so. Lets go and I’ll make you pancakes”

“Pancakes?” Zah repeated sitting up. Suddenly interested. “Your pancakes? Not the healthy ones mommy tries to makes me?” Shuri chuckled. “Well your moms not here to cook them. So yes! My pancakes.”

“PANCAKES YAAAAYYY!!” Zah hopped up, throwing his hands in the air and wiggling his little knees as Shuri laughed. She picked him up carrying him at her side like a football. He screamed with laughter as she dropped him off at the bathroom in his room. “Alright do your business. Brush your teeth, wash your face, and PEE!!” Zah giggled.

“PANCAKES!” Shuri yelled as she sat a tray full of an assortment of her famous pancakes in front of Zah. They both were now fully dressed ready for the day. She’d made regular, chocolate, blueberry, and strawberry. Zah clapped his hands and immediately placed Strawberry and Chocolate onto his plate drowned them in syrup and dove in. Shuri sat to eat the remainder with him.

“Shuri.” Zah says

“Hm?” She responded mouth full.

“I don’t wanna go to school”

“Zah, I don’t want to hear it. You’re already dressed and ready to go and you have to go learn all that you can so you can come to Wakanda and help me in my lab.”

“But it’s the last day before Thanksgiving break! We’re not learning anything. Just watching a movie. And I’ve already seen Trolls like a bagillion times!”

Shuri gave an exasperated sigh. “That does sound like a pretty lame day.”

“I want to hang out with you. It would be a bunch more educational.” Zah looked at Shuri smiling from ear to ear, giving her the cutest puppy dog eyes.

“Laying it on thick huh?” Shuri smirked

Shuri sat in contemplation. Her hand coming up to rub her chin. After a moment she looked back at Zah. “Ok. You can hang with me.”

“Yeeeeesssssss!!!!” Zah jumped up wrapping his arms around Shuri. “Thank you. You’re the coolest!”

“Yea yea I know! Calm down, we’ve gotta go over our game plan. Are you listening?”

“Yes!” Zah yelled. “Oookay!” Shuri says enthusiastically. She points a finger at him.

“So first off, if your mom calls I’ll point at you. And when I point you freeze. Hold your breath if you have to. But she CAN NOT know that you are with me. Let’s practice. Dance.”

Zah stands and starts doing his version of the gritty. “Ooouuuu kill ‘em Zah! Go Zah, go Zah.” Shuri hyped and then she pointed.

“Like this.” Zah stood frozen in a running position with his mouth in a bubble.

“Boom! Juuuuust like that. You’re brilliant!” Shuri gave a slow clap. “Now if your mom asks about your day. It was great school day, you had fun. You ate cookies, and watched trolls. Got it.”

“Got it!”

“Your mom can NEVER know about today.”

Zah shook his head “Never!” Shuri smiled as they did their special handshake. “Partner in crime forever.”

“Ok kid. How do you feel about a trip to the avengers headquarters?”

“Let’s Gooo!!”

“Shuri look!!” Shuri looked up just in time to see Peter hanging upside down from the ceiling as he held Zah.

“Really Pete.. Get down!” Shuri scolded.

“Why? He’s having fun! Kids in a room full of super heroes it’s not like hes gonna get hurt.”

She shook her head turning and continuing her call as Peter began swinging around the building with Zah hanging on having the time of his life. “Becareful!!”

“Whatever Panther!” Shuri rolled her eyes.

“She’s going to kill you Shuri.” Riri stated. Riri and Shuri were able to remain friends and colleagues after Shuri opened up to her about the way she’d always felt about you. Riri was very supportive of you and Shuri’s relationship and was now in her own happy relationship as well.

“She’ll never know.” Riri smirked on her end of the call. “You think so? Hmm ok.” Shuri smacked her lips. “ Oh ye, of little faith.”

“And oh ye of little knowledge. She’s gonna find out and she’s gonna have your ass for dinner.”

“Ooouu, that sounds like treat.” Shuri smiled

“Ugh! Anywho. I’ll send you the sketches of the updates for my suit. If you can double check those calculations for me.”

“Cool Ri, I got it!”

“Thank you. And good luck.”

“I don’t need luck. I’m too smooth.”

“Girl bye!”

As if Riri had spoken you into exisistence immediately your picture popped up in holographic form. Shuri’s heart dropped into her stomach, and in an effort to hang up with Ri she answered your call.

“HEEEEYYY BABYYYYY!!” Shuri said obnoxiously loud in an attempt to get Peters attention so that he could get Zah quiet. You squinted in confusion at Shuri’s unusual amount of enthusiasm.

“Hey babe! I was just calling to see how Zahir got off to school. He wasn’t too much trouble was he.”

“Oh no babe! He was a perfect angel!”

“That’s crazy! He always gives me such a hard time!”

“Well, what can I say sthandwa..” Her eyes followed Peter and Zah praying they stayed off in the distance.

“What’s wrong with you? What are you looking at!”

“Oh, No-“

At that moment Peter flashed by with Zah’s laughter zooming by. Shuri dropped her wrist waving them down. Her face balled up in frustration. She got their attention and pointed at Zah. Zah loudly whispered. “WE GOTTA FREEZE!” Shuri slapped her hand over her forehead. “Fuck. I’m caught.” She whispered. She lifted her wrist back up to her face and there was a stern look on your face.

“Yes, yes you are caught. But not because Peter just flew by dangling my baby in the air from a web! You’re caught because after an hour of a child being absent the school calls to inform me of my child’s absence!” Shuri looks like deer caught in headlights as Zah gathers Peter and everyone within walking distance telling them to freeze and catch a bubble. Whispered laughs echoed the building as everyone played the game staring at Shuri for the signal to move.

Shuri just shakes her head rubbing the back of her neck. “Damn.” She said

“Damn is right. I’ll talk to you when I get home.” You hang up in her face.

“She’s mad as fuck” She whispered

Shuri looks back up and Zah’s face is turning red from him trying to hold his breath. “Holy shit breath!” She says and everyone collectively gasps and burst into laughter.

“Ooouu you said a no no word.”

“And you know know not to say it. So don’t.” Shuri looked at him sternly. “Come here Zah.” Zah ran over to Shuri as she squatted getting eye level with him. “So mommy know and since we’re already in trouble we might as well have blast before your mom takes me out. Wanna go ride go-karts?!”

“YES!”

Shuri took Zah to Fast Eddie’s. They rode the ferris wheel, the train, drove go karts, and played laser tag. They ate pizza and cotton candy and played all the arcade games. Shuri won Zah so many prizes they had to put them on a cart for when they left. Right now they were on the last lap of their last round on the go karts and then they were due home. Shuri had called a cleaning company to make sure the house was spotless when you returned home and had Aneeka let them inand ordered lots of flowers, your favorite Crème brûlée donuts, and she still had to make dinner. So it was time to go.

As Shuri exited the car Zah stayed seated. “Let’s do it one more time!”

“You said that last time Zah. It’s time to go now.”

“It’s not that long and I promise it’ll be the last time.”

“Zah, get out of the car”

“I don’t want to! One more time!”

“Zah! I said NO!” Zah’s lip began to tremble and he began to thrash his little body around in a temper tantrum. Shuri reached into the car unbuckling Zah, pulling him up by his arms and throwing him over her shoulder. She silently walked out of the building with the screaming boy.

“My toys! What about my toys?!” When they get to the car Shuri opens the door sitting him in the car and squatting down to his level.

“You haven’t given me very many reasons to punish you Zah. But, from this day forward you should know that I do not reward bad behavior.

That little show you put on in there will never go over well with me. So you know longer have the privilege of toys. Now sit back, put on your seatbelt, and be quiet.” She states calm and stern. Zah, shocked that Shuri was actually getting on to him. Sat back and did as he was told with tears in his eyes. Shuri checked his seatbelt and shut the door and hopped into the front seat to began a silent journey home. Her heart hurting and her eyes stinging.

“Shuri.” A small voice came from the backseat as the car stopped at a red light. “Yes?” She answered softly.

“Are you mad at me?”

“I am dissapointed yes.”

“Do you hate me?” Shuri turned in her seat looking back as a tear dropped from Zah’s eye.

“No! Absolutely not Zahir. Griot. Initiate automated drive home.”

“Yes, Panther. Initiating automated drive home.” Shuri removed her seatbelt climbing into the backseat.

She wrapped Zah in a hug kissing the top of his head. “I could never hate you! I do the things that I do for you because you’re such a brilliant well mannered child. I love you very much and I love doing things for you. But obedience and gratefulness will get you far little one. There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you and your mother. And neither of you have to act out to get it from me. Is that understood?” Zah nods against Shuri’s chest lt as the car pulled up to the house.

“Now when we get inside I need you to go hang out in your room while I cook and do damage control with your mom.” She let him go and smiled and he gave her a smile back.

“Yes ma’am”

When you got home the smell of a clean home and cooked meal greeted you, along with several assortments of flowers all over the house and soft music playing from the kitchen. You bypassed the kitchen and head right into Zah’s room. He sat peacefully doing a puzzle with “Adventure Time” playing on low on his television.

“Well hello, my little school skipper.” Zah looked up at you with a bashful look on his face.

“Mommy please don’t be mad at Shuri. I talked her into it and she just wanted me to have fun!” You walked further into the room losing the door behind you. “Oh, I don’t doubt that one bit. You should be less concerned about Shuri and more concerned about the trouble you’re in.” Zah gave his best sad face.

“I don’t care about those eyes, hand me that tablet and your switch. I’ll give them back when I see fit.” Zah sighed in defeat getting up to collect his favorite items and had them to you.

“Ok. Get yourself prepared for dinner.”

“I already ate and got sent to my room for the night.” You furrow your brows.

“What?”

“I threw a tantrum on the go karts and Shuri made me leave all of the toys there and sent me too my room.” Your heart fluttered a bit immediately concerned for Shuri.

“Ok. Well do that then. And no youtube.”

“Yes ma’am” He called as you exited the room and headed back down stairs.

As you made it to the top of the stairs you see Shuri at the bottom waiting for you with a glass of wine and an apologetic face. You give her a steely glare as you descend the stairs.

“Sthandwa sam, Ndiyaxolisa kakhulu (I’m so sorry)”

“Don’t you try to Xhosa your way out of this Udaku.” You say removing the glass of wine from her hands and walking past her into the kitchen as you take a sip. Shuri trailed right behind you. Entering the kitchen you find that

she has your favorite meal prepared by candelight. You’re favorite delicacy from your favorite bakery displayed beautifully in the center of the table. You remove your jacket and place it on the back of a chair and turn to face her.

“Shuri what were you thinking!”

“I wasn’t. I just wanted to have a fun day with just him. We never get to hang out by ourselves. And it was the last day before he was on break! They weren’t doing anything anyway.” She spoke fast as if she was a child in trouble with her mom.

“Well I see how he got you.” You say picking up your drink, taking another sip and leaning against the counter. Shuri chuckled dropping her head. “As much as I want to chew into you. I hear you’ve learned your lesson.” She looked up at you with a slight smirk, nodding.

“He went crazy on me. I’d never seen him act like that!”

“It hurt your heart to have to punish him didnt it?”

“Tore me up.” She said with a pained expression. You laugh.

“Where are the toys?” Shuri feigned confusion.

“Huh?”

“The toys you supposedly left at the arcade?” Shuri had once again been caught. “They’re upstairs in the guest closet.” You cocked your head to the side and the both of you burst into laughter.

“You’re such a softie. He only got like that because of all the sweets I’m sure you allowed him to have as he literally hang from the ceiling.” Shuri’s laughter continued.

“I’m sorry about that babe, truly.” She said as she walked up to you placing her hands on your lower back and massaging. “I apologize for adding stress to your day and it will never happen again.” Your head fell forward onto her shoulder.

“Yes you did. But I’ll forgive you because you’re amazing with your hands.” You hummed. “Oh really. I’m good with other things too.” She lifted you up placing you on top of the counter as you squealed. She immediately started kissing on your chest. “Shuri what are you doing?” She took the glass from your hand and placed it away from you on the counter. “Ending my apology properly.” She began unbuttoning your pants. As she continued kissing you. “Babe Zah.”

“He’s on punishment he’s not coming down here.” She gave your thigh a couple of taps. “Lift up.” Without hesitation you lift yourself as she slides your pants and underwear down over thighs sliding them off with your heels still in place. She slid you to the edge of the counter and threw your legs over her shoulders wasting no time spreading your lips and tongue kissing your bud. You gasp, slipping your fingers into her curls and arching your back. “Ooohhhh Fuck! Shuriii”

You’d eaten and been eaten, gotten Zah all bathed and were now settling in a bath that your very apologetic girlfriend had made for you. Shuri was upstairs finishing up a bedtime story for Zah.

“Did you get in trouble?” Zah asked Shuri.

“Big trouble! But it was worth it because we had a blast today and I’ve got a feeling I’m in the clear now” She laughed

“Yea today was the best EVER! Can I ask you a question Shuri?”

“Ofcourse kid.”

“You love me and my mommy right?” Shuri smiled. “More than anything in this world.”

“So you’re going to marry her?” He asked inquisitively. Shuri chuckled.

“That’s the plan. Little man.” Zah smiled big.

“Cool!” Shuri tucked him into his bed. And walked toward the door. “Goodnight,

Zah man.”

“Wait! One more question.”

“What’s up?”

“What do people in Wakanda call their mommies?”

“Umama.”

“Oh ok. Goodnight, Umama.” Shuri’s heart rose into her throat. Her eyes watering. She flicked off the light before her tear fell.

“Goodnight. unyana wam (my son)”

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foreverdom-tish · 1 year

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Bonded

Request - Can you pls do a Shuri x reader fic where they had just finished an insane mission and in the heat of battle had confessed their love for each other, and they get back home and dom/top!Shuri goes to town on sub/bottom!reader and uses the vibranium strap 😮‍💨 maybe a lil praise kink too 👉🏻👈🏻

pairing - top/dom!shuri sub/bottom reader

word count - 2,214

contains - smut (18+), praise kink, mention of fighting, strap-on sex, face riding, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, fingering

translations - andikwazi kulinda ukukugezela - i can't wait to fuck you

intombi entle - pretty girl

usana - baby

A/n - heyy i got this request a while ago but midterms came up quick and i had to focus on school BUT here it is and this is my first time writing and i hope everyone enjoys 🤍

“Y/N WATCH OUT” Shuri yelped, she couldn’t bear the fact that she had dragged y/n on a mission with her because she’s selfish and wanted her next to her at all times, and now because of her you’re now dodging the blade of your attackers which wasn’t new but it scared her shitless

“SHURI HELP PLEASE” you scream, you were currently fighting from the front and back you had it until the attacker from the back swiped their foot beneath yours & you fell backward with a loud thump

“SHU-“ you attempted to call her once more while covering your face with your forearm just giving in defeat until you heard silence then heavy breathing you uncovered your face and saw shuri blood dripping from her claws you immediately started looking for the 2 attackers. once your eyes looked down you were faced with your attackers … their faces were basically torn to shreds

“t-thank you” you said heart burning as shuri stood above you panting lighting, jaw clenched, claws sharp, and out the sight made your heart burn even more but now with lust

“y/n i’m so so so sorry, i never meant to drag you unto such danger it’s just i’m always gone and i love being around you and i thought being you with me would - “

shuri rambled on eyes wandering around the small cave until your lips were pressed against hers gently, shuri leaned into the kiss grabbing your waist while your arms were draped around her neck, shuri moaned into the kiss and you gently pull back

“shit shit shit i- sorry i just- fuck” you stumbled over your words while shuri stood there shifting back and forth on her feet and picking at her fingers something you noticed she did when she had something on her mind that was hard for her to get out

“y/n” shuri cut off your rambling “i love you and i know this was never supposed to happen and we were strictly to be just partners on missions but i can’t get you out of my mind …”

you stood there quietly rubbing your fingers together as you started shuri straight in the eyes

“i love you too shuri”

“OH THANK BAST I THOUGHT I FUCKED THIS WHOLE THING UP AND I WAS GOING TO HAVE TO RUN AND HIDE AND YOU WOULD -“

you cut shuri up once again by kissing her but this time is was more passionate and way more tongue. shuri hands start to palm your bottom and you stop her

“andikwazi kulinda ukukugezela” shuri says looking you dead in the eyes pupils blown, lips swollen & cult pulsing in between her folds

“what does that mean” you ask cocking your head to the side, you weren’t wakandian but in college, you were a little rough around the edges and fought like hell and videos soon surfaced which caught the panthers attention she was fascinated by not only your fighting but your beauty, the way you threw quick but lethal punches, the way your curls bounced when you dodged hit, the way your body looks the tight one price you always work when fighting and well … she kidnapped you and had you fight alongside her

“you’ll find out soon” shuri winks and grabs your waist leaning for another kiss

“we should probably head back” you say even though you wanted her to take you right then and there in that cage in front of the fuckers who she had just torn into shreds

“of course usana”

as soon as you reached her bedroom her suit deactivated leaving her in only her black sports back and black boy shorts that had a large wet spot

you on the other hand took off your mission attire leaving you in nothing but a skimpy thong (you hated wearing undergarments”

“wow” shuri whisper stalking toward you while you stood there shyly

“you are so beautiful usana” she placed her hands on your cheeks and kissed you

“shuri” you looked up at her grasping her shoulders

“please touch me”

with that shuri nods and picks you up and places you on the bed laying you down and straddling your waist

she beings sucking on your neck leaving marks and slowly goes lower and lower leaving a trail of love bites on your collar bone, stomach until she reaches your thong

she hooks her fingers into the small string and gently tugs them down and is now face to face with your gorgeous drenched pussy she moans at the sight of your puffy lips, clit slightly peeking from under your hood

“she’s so pretty and i know she tastes even better”

“shuri wait” you sit up on your elbows and bite your lower lip

“what you said earlier … what does it mean”

shuri slowly comes up to your face and slowly inches so close you thought she was going to kiss you instead she says something that rocked your whole world

“i can’t wait to fuck you, hard *kisses your lips* long *kisses your neck* and deep *shoves two fingers into your tight hole”

“oh my- fuckkkkk” you grip her wrist to slow down the outlandish pace she was fucking you at

“be my good girl and take it” she lowers back down and kisses your clit “you can take it right” and flattens her tongue to lick from your finger-stuffed hole to your clit

you immediately clench hard around her fingers and moan deliciously

“oh you like being called a good girl huh” shuri pace speeds up and she’s now sucking on your clit

“shu- i’m about to c-cum” you grip the sheets hard and moved your lower half away from her face the pleasure becoming too much

“stay fucking still, i thought you would be my good girl” shuri tugs you back down but before she does you catch a glimpse of her face, your wetness dripping down her chin some resting on her top lip and she quickly swipes her tongue to taste you come before going back to devouring you

“yes yes YES IM YOUR GOOD GIRL unhh unhh” and with 3 more pumps of her fingers and 2 tugs on your clit you’re creaming all over her fingers body shaking and mouth wide open

“yesssss usana that’s a good fucking girl creaming all over your queen's fingers”

your clit jumps at the praise and shirt notices and chuckles she then pops her fingers in her mouth sucking off all your cum “delicious” she mumbled as you inch to the top of the bed and curl into a ball anything to get away from her devilish tongue and fingers while shuri reachers up to place soft kisses on your cheek while rubbing your back

“i’ll be right back i want to try something else”

you simply nod and close your eyes preparing yourself for whatever she had up her sleeve

shuri quickly hops up and goes to her closet and grabs a purple and silver box, she opens it and inside is something she created a little after your second mission together, seeing you beat the shit out of a man that was almost 3ft taller than you riled shuri up and that night she made you this special strap, it was about 8 inches, black with hints of purple running through it which of course was vibranium that allows her to feel inside you as pleasure and the base had your initials etched into it

shuri walks over to the bed where you are now sitting up on your elbows legs spread, cum making your folds glisten, and eyeing shuri as she attaches the strap to her

“you’re so hot shuri” you say taking your bottom lip into your teeth

“yeah” shuri says as she slowly walks to you leaning down placing a soft peck on your lips

shuri then grabs your feet pulls you towards her and flips you over so you were now on your stomach, you instantly pull your ass while your back made a perfect arch your pussy blooming

“fuckkk y/n” shuri growls and rubs your ass before landing a harsh slap

“mmm” loving the stinging feeling that lingered

shuri aligns her tip at your entrance ready to breach and slowly slides in using your last orgasm as lube and instantly moans at how warm and wet your pussy feels and starts the thrust slowly wanting to feel you suck her in but also wanting you to feel all of her

“please please faster shuri fuck me like you hate me” you gasp out

hearing that shuri leans down and places a peck on your back and grabs your left boob while her other was tightly gripping your waist she started pumping faster inside you

“uhnnnnnn it feels so good” you sob throwing your head back and using your hand to grab over shuris

shuri then lifts your back up so that your back is pressed against her and at this new angle she’s perfectly abusing your g-spot

“yea intombi entle you’re taking it so well, this pussy is so fucking good you feel so fucking good” she says in your ear

suddenly your whole body is shaking, your moans become high pitched ,and before you know it your closing your eyes as your 2nd orgasm runs through your whole body, your body goes limp as you fall back into the bed but shuri is still pumping into your hands now on both of your round checks thrusting harder and faster chasing after her own orgasm

“this pussy is so creamy you’re about to make me cum y/n you’re about to make me come so fucking hard-“

“mmm fuckk” shuri thrust turns slow and sloppy as her orgasm hits her and she slowly pulls out of you and deactivates her strap

you shiver hearing her low moans and happy you got her to cum as well

“y/n are you okay” shuri flips you back around and cups your cheeks pulling your curly hair away from your eyes her eyes frantically searching your face she puts her hand on your chest to feel your breathing

“GRIO-“ shuri yells

“shuri baby” you chuckle “i’m okay i’ve never came that hard before i’m just trying to calm down”

“sorry after what happened today i’m just so scared of hurting you in any way, shape, or form”

hearing this warmed your heart as you gather some strength to sit up and slowly kiss her

shuri deepens the kiss and turns so now you on top of her and you straddle her waist and rub her sides

“can we do one more thing usana” shuri ask

“of course love”

“ride my face” shuri smirks looking up at you and you giggle and nod shuffling up until your pussy is hovering over her face you were a little nervous because you didn’t want to suffocate her with your beautiful thick brown thighs

shuri grabs you by your hips and shoves you down

“i said sit not hover” shuri mumbled before sticking her tongue out darting it in and out of your hole”

“FUCKKKKK” you yelp and lean over so now your hand were gripping the headboard “shuri shit you’re so good bast you’re so good”

shuri hums while flattening her tongue grabbing your bottom and you get the hint she wants you to grind on her tongue …. work for your next release

you grind on her tongue and you feel the heat growing hotter and hotter in the pit of your stomach

“i’m about to c-cum shuri” you moan tightening your grip on the headboard to the point you thought you would break it

“cum my usana cum all over my face” shuri begins sucking and tugging on your clit like she trying to milk the cum out of you

“ughhhhh shuriiii” you drag out her name as your body jerked uncontrollably as you came for the 3rd time

shuri licked up all your cum and use the tip of her tongue to trace something with your come onto your clit. you stay on her face and read the letters in your head “S H U R I”

“fuck” you gasp silently lifting off her face

shuri sits up and licks all the cum off her lips

“what” shuri looks at you and tilts her head

“you spelled your name on my clit … with my cum” you said hesitantly

“yeah we’re bonded now” she shrugged

“tasting like that & being such a good girl i couldn’t help myself” she pulls you in and places a kiss on your temple

you push her away blushing and excited you were now hers

“shuri please with that name i can’t cum again even if i wanted to” you giggle a little flustered

“i know i know let’s go get cleaned up okay” shuri picks you up, pecks your lips and walks you to the bathroom and places you on the counter and starts your bath

“hey shuri”

“yes”

“i know you could feel me with that strap” you giggle

“yea and i can’t wait to feel you again” she walks over and kisses your neck and you two bathe and talk about your guy's next plans for the future

THE END YAY.

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quintessencewrites · 1 year

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My Princess Shuri x black!fem!plus size!reader

“You heard her,” she started to the stunned girl on the other end. “So we good on whatever shit you was trying to offer her. It ain’t nothing compared to what I got.”

Warnings: SMUT HEAVY, 18+!!!!, fingering, masturbation, public orgasm, kinda toxic!Shuri, dom!Shuri, sub!reader, rough sex, head (Shuri receiving), explicit language, as always, some I probably missed

Word Count:4.1k+

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A/N: I got a request a little while ago for shuri x reader where reader was wearing vibrating panties in public...long story short, I took that concept and ran with it... Also, I didn't really proof-read, so if you find any mistakes, no you didn't <3

“You must not be getting much from ol’ girl, if you had to call me over, sthandwa.” she sat manspread on the loveseat on the other end of your suite. Her tone was cocky, eyes teasing. They bore into you, though you refused to return her gaze. It was intense, following your ever slight movements when you emerged from the steam-filled bathroom.

Her hands followed yours when they reached for the towel hanging to your right. They didn’t look away when you wrapped the fluffy fabric around your body, obscuring her view of your curves, still covered in the slick from your shower.

“There is no ol’ girl, Princess.” Your curls sat wildly on top of your head, frizzy from the humidity surrounding you. The heat in the air couldn’t only be explained away by the shower. Even beneath the towel, Shuri eyed your swaying hips as you approached her.

Her gold-covered canines winked at you with a slick smirk before her mocha hued orbs creeped back up your body, tracing over those curves that she knew so well. “So that girl on your story last night was nobody?”

You stood on your toes, strutting toward her how you knew she liked. And damn, did she like it. “I was at a party, Shuri. You expect me to go to a party and not dance?”

“I expect you to go to a party and not dance.”

“Lies.” You stood in front of the panther now, not touching her and she dared not touch you.

“I expect you to go to a party and not dance on anybody else. This body is supposed to be mine.”

“What body, Shuri?” you taunted. How dare she? “My body?” An insincere chuckle left those pretty plump lips that Shuri couldn’t wait to get a taste of. “My body is not yours.”

“Isn’t it, intombi entle (pretty girl)?” Her long, tattooed fingers reached out to you hesitantly. Oh, how she refused to give in to your brattiness, but what choice did you give her when you defied her so?

“This body that not a damn person can read like I can. I know every curve, every dimple in your skin.”

Her hands ran down your legs, over the very dimples in your thighs that she spoke of. She barely touched you, tickling your skin rather than grazing it. Your gasp caught in the throat that took her cock so well. She pulled you closer and closer, until you fell into her lap, right where she wanted you.

The towel that concealed your intimates fell into a puddle around you. “Nobody caresses you like I do, ichanekile (right) baby?” She wasn’t talking to you. Her gaze was fixated on your bosom, toying with your nipples like they could answer back. The moan you gave in response was enough of a reaction for the royal.

She lowered her head, curls brushing over your chest before her mouth encapsulated your nipple in its warmth. Your head swung back at the sudden pleasure and her long arms wrapped around your torso, catching you before you fell right off her lap. She licked and sucked like you’d starved her of your body and she was making up for lost time.

Your swollen breast released from her mouth with a wet pop. Her tongue refused to leave your skin, lapping as though it tasted like the chocolate it was colored after. It was torture how slowly she moved, from your breast to the valley between them, planting little kisses on the tattooed piece that she had chosen for you so many years ago.

She had to lay you down to continue, tossing your body like it was nothing on the couch beside her. “You’re gonna wrinkle your suit, Princess,” you muttered, watching her kneel to the floor as her tongue traveled lower and lower.

Her only response was the look she gave you, one that sent a shiver down your spine and had her grip your waist to keep you still. Her warm breath tickled your stomach with the open-lipped kisses she planted all across it. “So soft,” she whispered, again not to you, but to your body.

The kisses became wetter the further south they got. She took her slow-ass time reaching where you so desperately wanted her. Your clit jumped with excitement, expecting to receive its own kiss after waiting so patiently. “Nobody gets you wet like I do,” the panther purred to your center. Your pussy clenched around nothing, wanting so badly for it to be something. “Right, nkosazana (princess)? Ol’ girl last night, she didn’t make you this wet? She probably didn’t even come close.”

Words. Your brain wracked for them and came up empty; so intently focus on Shuri and your pussy that sat in her face, untouched.

“She’s already so wet for me, baby. I haven’t even touched you yet.”

Shuri puckered her lips, blowing cool air onto your wet lips, making you writhe. “Please-” it came out choked. .How pathetic was it that amongst all the answers you could’ve given, you decided to beg.

She ignored you completely, standing and straightening the blazer hanging on her broad shoulders with no shirt underneath. “Go get dressed, sthandwa. We had dinner plans, remember?”

The excitement you once bore dissipated into the air around you the moment Shuri rose to her feet. Your body was stuck in place, processing the disappointment that overtook your mind and the horniness that still milked through you.

Shuri was not one to be disrespected, however. She raised her hand, adorned with rings on every finger, and dropped it back to your pussy with a slap that reverted off the walls in the room. “Yima (Stand). Don’t make me repeat myself, usana. You called me all the way out here remember?”

The sudden contact made you yelp; it was so delicious, you almost begged for more. You obeyed, but not without a smart remark or two. “I didn’t call you out here, Princess. I drunk-texted you.”

“Same thing. Khawulezisa (Hurry up), I have a present for you.”

She loved watching your eyes roll, especially in circumstances like this, with the attitude that came along. It just meant that she could fuck it out of you later and watch them roll again.

Her gaze was right back on you, walking you sashay across the room to the dress hanging in the closet. “Is this okay?”

You held up a long garment as black as her suit, with the gold accents to match. Shuri didn’t have to see the dress on to know it would be tight, swallowing your plush curves the same way she planned to.

“You trying to match me now?”

“Closest I can get to claiming you since you won’t claim me.”

Shuri sat back, arms spread around the back of the couch, bottom lip pierced underneath her top row of perfectly white teeth. “Don’t start, y/n.”

“Oh, I won’t Shuri.” She hated hearing her name come from your lips, just as much as you hated yours coming from hers. “Ol’ girl wanted to put a lock on me last night.”

“You let her?” Those thin, sculpted brows rose to the top of her face. Had somebody else really snatched you up from underneath her?

You walked away, disappearing back into the bathroom, dress in hand. Her intense stare was received and thrown back before you shut the door at her question.

When you emerged moments later, Shuri was still staring at you, a sneaky grin plastered on her God-like face. “Yiza apha (Come here), my princess,” she beckoned you toward her.

“Isn’t that what I should be calling you?”

Shuri was surprised the dress didn’t travel up your legs as you stepped forward. If you bent over, your ass was sure to spill out and there she would be, ready to catch it.

“I’m a princess, yes, but you’re my princess.”

“There you go with that ‘my’ shit again, Shuri. I’m not ‘your’ anything.”

Hmm, she hummed, amused. Weren’t you? She sat in front of you, kissing your stomach underneath the fabric. “You won’t be saying that when I put a baby in you.”

Lucky for you, you knew how babies were made, and it wasn’t through two women. “Yeah, a’ight,” you snorted. One of your hands was held out to her, upright, while the other rested on her cheek. “My present, Princess?”

“So impatient,” a chuckle rolled off her tongue. Her hands crawled up your dress to feel the thin panties wrapped around your waist. Those thin fingers played with it, pulling and pressing the fabric into your clit until you moaned, unaware of her next actions. In a moment, the sound of ripping filled your ears as she tore the panties from your body, shredding them with ease.

Your mouth hung open in shock, and your body froze in place. “Shuri, what the fuck?”

The Wakandan stood, towering over you. With your chin in her hand, she placed a too-delicate kiss on your lips. “Jonga umlomo wakho (Watch your mouth).”

Her steps away angered you. She walked to her suitcase, paying no mind to your pissed-off state, reaching into her bag to withdraw a small, gift-wrapped box.

She held it out, though you lingered a moment before taking it. Pulling off the ribbon was easy; disregarding the lid was much easier. Inside was a tiny piece of cloth folded into a triangle with a kimoyo bead seated beside it.

You looked up at Shuri, questions dancing behind your eyes. Hers flashed with mischief before pulling the fabric piece out. It unfolded into a thin thong right before your eyes. “Apha (Here), put it on,” she whispered, handing it to you and watching as you pulled the panties over your ankles and up your things, securing them in place.

She reached for the bead, securing it to the others that adorned her wrist. “Got them on?” she asked without looking at you.

“Yeah, but wh-”

You’re cut off midsentence by an intense vibration on your clit. The sensation doubles you over, your lips forming into a shocked ‘O’. Shuri stares proudly at her newest invention, as you reach out to grip the couch. “Oh, shit-” And just like that, the quick movements cease.

“Wh-what the fuck was that?”

“My gift to you, my love.” Shuri lowers her wrist, stepping to help you stand fully. With her lips right next to your ear, she parts with a warning. “I can’t wait to watch you come undone at dinner.”

Shuri doesn’t reactivate the panties again until you’re seated at a table in the center of the restaurant. The waiter approaches and before they even make it to you, your panties are pulsing against your center. Shuri smiles at the stranger, fully aware of you trying to keep your composure.

“Baby,” she calls to you with a sickly grin. “Tell the nice man what you want to drink.”

Oh, fuck her. “Just a tea, please,” is your response through gritted teeth and a pained smile. Any longer of an answer would have exposed the moans you were trying to conceal. You felt your wetness grow in the thin fabric, crossing your legs for some sense of release.

“Hot or iced?”

A groan rested at the back of your throat. “I-it doesn’t matter.”

He made a quick note on his pad and walked away, eyebrow raised at your strange actions. The vibrations stop as soon as he is out of ear reach.

“How are you feeling, nkosazana yam (my princess)?”

“Fuck you, panther,” your insults came out in pants. Your impending orgasm was leaving you once again, at the hands of the childish girl who sat across from you.

“Ooh,” she hissed, “Such language.”

When the waiter returned, drinks in hand, so did the vibrations. They were much stronger this time, placed just on your clit. Your pussy leaked at the sensation and you were so sure that the splashing could be heard tables away. Your ankles locked together, your stomach tightening as you begged the orgasm to stay away.

“Have you ladies decided what you’d like to start with?”

Shuri turns to you. “Usana, why don’t you go first?”

She was playing such a dangerous game. “I-um,” you trailed, having not even glanced at the menu before you. “I’ll just have today’s special, please.” The last word squeaked from you. Your pussy was quivering, cunt squeezing around nothing. You shifted in your seat but that only made it worse.

“I’ll have the same, thanks,” Shuri responded, eyes glued on you and your suffering.

The waiter was gone again and so were the vibrations. “I so enjoy this. Are you enjoying this, usana?” Shuri asked innocently.

“I am not enjoying this.”

“Oh?” The panties got to moving once more. “Why not, usana? What’s not to enjoy?”

She was torturing you, that’s what. She’d denied your orgasm ever since they were at the hotel and you didn’t think you could hold it any longer. “I’m gonna cum, panther.”

“My pretty girl, you better not.”

Her demands meant nothing to you. Your clit was so sensitive, so sore. Your entire body burned with the ache, with the restraint it took to not cream right then and there.

Your orgasm approached silently, like a thief in the night. The tablecloth surrounding the table was long enough to hide your fingers as you slid a hand below, sliding it through your wet slit. Shuri watched you, fire burning behind her eyes, but you couldn’t care less.

Your own long, tattooed fingers pulled your panties aside, almost moaning at the sensation. Shuri was enjoying your show, whether she said it or not. She had the power to turn the vibrations off and she didn’t. Instead, she listened, panther ears picking up on the sloppy sounds your fingers made digging into your center. You rocked on the two fingers you had buried in your cunt, the heat in your body rising as you pushed yourself over the edge.

Shuri heard your light gasps as you came, pushing your orgasm forth, soaking the panties she’d gifted you. Your hand stayed under your dress until your rocking subsided and your breathing regulated.

The buzzing stopped, and Shuri’s eyes focused on the bead on her wrist rather than you. “Now, Princess,” you started, sucking your fingers clean with your gaze dead on her. “Ol’ girl surely couldn’t do that.”

Your food returned at that moment, piping hot, a good distraction from Shuri’s upset nature. “Shall we eat?” you questioned, your voice raising with a tease.

Shuri left her invention abandoned for the duration of your dinner. The car ride back to the hotel was almost silent, with her only speaking to ask for directions.

It wasn’t until you’d entered the room and shut the door behind you that Shuri finally let her frustrations shine through. Her hand was around your throat, pressing your body into the closed door. She brought her face inches away from yours, glaring at you with a look that would’ve intimidated anyone else, but the panther didn’t scare you.

Her eyes traveled down your body, resting on the black dress she wanted so badly off your body. “Yikhuphe (Take it off),” she commanded, slamming you into the door before turning away and removing her top.

Your hesitation only angered her further. She walked back over, gripping the top of your gown in both of her hands before ripping it to shreds. That snapped you back to reality. “Shuri!”

She was staring at your breasts, bouncing with each gasp that fell from your pretty lips. “I’ll buy you another,” she mumbled absentmindedly, lifting you by your thighs and wrapping them around your waist. Her lips found their way back to your breasts, tugging and nipping between them as she walked both your bodies to the couch in the corner.

The Panther released your body, letting you fall into the sofa. “Did you fucking drop-” Again, you were cut off by her experienced mouth, this time, finally giving you the kiss you’d craved since she arrived. Her tongue dove into your mouth, dancing with yours. You let her take dominance (she always took dominance) and leaned back, wrapping your arms around her neck to pull her with you. She moaned against your lips and you felt your center grow slick once more.

“Panther,” you moaned and it was music to her ears. She only hummed in response, her cold grills grazing your lips and sending shivers down your spine.

“Take me.”

Shuri pulled away from you, leaving you groaning in annoyance. She stood, pants hanging low on her hips, lips swollen and covered in your love bites. “I need you to tell me something first, princess.”

“What, baby?” You’d tell her whatever she wanted if it meant she’d finally, finally touch your cunt. It was begging for her; Shuri knew it was and she was so ready to give in to your pretty pussy, lips so swollen and puffy.

“Who’s body is this?” She nods down to you, releasing the button on her pants and sliding them around her ankles.

“Shuri, you serious?”

The Princess knelt to you, fingers caressing your inner thigh, touching everywhere between your legs but where you wanted her.

“Oh. so serious, usana. Tell me it’s mine, or I’m walking out.”

Was that a threat? Would she really walk out and leave you there, all pent up, so ready for release?

You crept closer until you were so close, your lips brushed hers. “It’s my body, Princess, since you don’t wanna put a title on my ass. But if you wanna walk out, I’m sure ol’ girl will come take good care of me.”

You’d fucked up so bad, it was laughable. Shuri was almost willing to take you up on your dare, but you’d been so fucking disrespectful today. It’s only right that she set you straight.

She leaned forward, almost as if she were about to kiss you, and you foolishly thought she was. Instead, her hand snaked around to your hair, tugging at your curls until she’d gotten a handful. “Ngamadolo (Knees).” You obeyed, excitedly, slipping from the chair until your knees felt the plush carpet beneath you. “Vula (Open).” Again, you did as you were told, mouth wide as Shuri stepped away from you.

The Princess returned, thick, Vibranium cock strapped to her thighs. She aligned the dick with your lips, running her hands through your hair with a faux gentleness. “You gonna swallow me, intombi yam (my girl)? Gonna swallow me good?”

You nodded, eyes focused on the task at hand before Shuri was sliding the thick piece past your lips and over your tongue.

She couldn’t help but sigh at how wonderful your wet mouth felt. You groaned, feeling the tip hit the roof of your mouth in the back of your throat. You tried so hard to suppress the gag that climbed in you but failed. “Breathe, usana. Come on, this isn’t your first time.”

Your lips closed tight around her and air tickled your nostrils as you inhaled. She smiled down at you and gave you a moment before she started tearing your throat up. Shuri didn’t care if she was going too fucking deep or too fucking hard. Your tongue wrapped around her cock like a snake and the saliva that pooled in the corners of your mouth fell and dripped down your breasts, creating a wet mess.

It was a sight to be fucking seen. Shuri groaned, brain growing foggy as you swallowed all of her and everything she gave you. “So good, baby. Bast, you feel so good.” She grabbed the back of your head, keeping her cock trapped deep in your mouth. Air escaped you and when you tried to pull away, she let you.

You coughed, trying to catch your breath, but Shuri gave you no time to recover. She lifted you with ease, wrapping your legs around her waist and holding you steady with her arms supporting your weight underneath your thighs. She didn’t give you any forewarning when she thrust into you suddenly, her full length pressing against your cervix.

“Oh, shittt, baby,” you hissed, head thrown back and arms on her shoulders.

“You’re always so tight, nkosazana (princess).” Her thrusts start out deep. The two of you are making slow, nasty love. Your moans egg her on, each pump of her cock coming out wetter than the last.

“So damn wet, baby. Look at that pretty pussy drip.” Shuri’s vulgar language always pushed you closer to the edge and this time was no different. Your cunt splashed around her cock, brushing at your walls clenching around her. All you could do was moan in response.

“You telling me this body isn’t mine? Hm, y/n? This not my body? Ol’ girl can fuck you this good?” The more she talked, the more fierce her fucking became. You bounced back onto her cock, all 9-inches with screams that you were sure could be heard in the halls.

She moved to the bed, not letting up in her thrusts and dropped your body onto it. “Let’s call her, huh? Show her how good I fuck you already. Show her you don’t need her.”

Your back made contact with the cold sheets and Shuri pulled your thighs apart, opening your poor cunt to all of her as her pelvis slapped yours. Your phone was just above you and Shuri reached for it, unlocking it and scrolling through your contacts.

She found what she was looking for and before you could protest, she hit the video icon.

You prayed she wouldn’t pick up, prayed you could save yourself from the embarrassment Shuri was subjecting you to, but with the way she was swirling between your walls, you could barely care.

You heard as the girl answered with a swift “Wassup?”

Shuri turned the camera towards your bouncing body, full of dick and drunk off of it. Your cunt was so wet, the sloshing sounds you and Shuri produced could be heard above any other noise. Your moans rang out and fueled the princess even further.

“Say my name, baby. Tell her who’s body this is. Tell her who you belong to,” Shuri was practically growling, drilling into you so deep, you were sure you could see a bulge in your lower stomach.

You couldn’t suppress your moans at the way she pounded you. The band in your belly was starting to snap and Shuri could feel you clenching around her cock.

“You was talking so much earlier, usana. Go ahead, talk now. Who’s pussy is this? Who treat this pussy so fucking good, huh?”

“You do,” your whisper was much too low to please Shuri. You weren’t about to defy her in front of this bitch, though, that’s for sure.

With one hand and a swift movement, Shuri flipped you onto your stomach, leaning over to prop the phone up so your face could clearly be seen as she destroyed you from behind.

“Who’s pussy is it, y/n? Who’s body is this?” Her question was more fierce this time, her movements fiercer. A loud slap echoed the room as Shuri brought her palm down onto the curve of your ass before rubbing away the sting it caused.

“Yours, panther. It’s yours,” your orgasm approached hard and fast, splashing and squeezing around Shuri’s cock.

“Ooh, look at you, squirting on my dick like that. Who got you like that, baby?”

Your cum pooled around your knees and still, Shuri kept going. You weren’t stopping until she said, and she hadn’t said yet.

“You do, fuck!” It came out with a cry, your tired, overstimulated pussy squeezing the panther to her own orgasm.

“My name, baby. Say my name, I’ll excuse it this one time.” Her grunts let you know she was close. Her thrusts, though still deep, turned sloppy as her hips kissed yours.

Deep in your womb, you could feel her warmth spilling over into you. It flooded your walls, pushing against the cock that was pushing against them. The sensation was too much, it was all too much.

“Shuriii-” you drawled out, the feeling of her in you hitting all the right spots. Your eyes rolled just how she liked and she smirked before reaching back over to grab the phone.

“You heard her,” she started to the stunned girl on the other end. “So we good on whatever shit you was trying to offer her. It ain’t nothing compared to what I got.”

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