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#princess shuri smut
haechvn · 1 year
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Sit Down Please (Headcanon) (18+ NSFW)
Pairing: Shuri x F!Reader
Warning: Nasty whoreish good for nothing filth..
Summary/Request: Am I the only one that thinks Shuri would love when reader sits on her face 👀🥵
Word Count: 0.7k+
Author’s Note: Just read you whores. Thank you Anon! <3
Taglist :  @melodykisses, @blackhottie25, @tonakings, @coalmistyy, @szalipcombo, @prettyluhlaiiii, @yelenabelovasgf, @callmeoncette, @clqrosmgc, @beautybyfire, @homelessmicechild, @shurisbitch
Translations: Sthandwa = My love
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The S in Shuri also stands for seat in case you didn’t know
Her facial structure is so pristine and clean cut. Why you may ask? IT’S BC THAT’S WHERE YOUR COOCHIE IS DESIGNED TO BE
Wants to eat you out in her lab, the throne room (ON THE THRONEEEE), on a ship. Literally everywhere
Don’t think about how Shuri practically begs you every morning to eat you as a part of her breakfast
“Sthandwa, as Princess of Wakanda, I decree that you must place yourself on my face in order for me to truly be able to guide my country in the best way possible. I cannot go without it. ”
Just the thought of her tongue circling your clit gives her more strength than the heart-shaped herb
She loves when you choke her with your pussy, constantly moaning into your pussy and rubbing both of her hands over your ass
Breathing isn’t that important anyways
You could see your juice fall down on the sides of her face and make her jaw glitter omg
She would ask you to wipe it off with your fingers and stick them in your mouth I—
Tugging you further and further into her mouth as if she is treasure hunting up your insides
Shuri would force you to always keep your eyes on her
But other times, she would shut her eyes so tight and just focus on how soft and luscious you feel in her mouth and she wouldn’t be able to stop moaning i promise
Being the kinky fuck she is, she may or may not put a finger up your a—
She wouldn’t let you go until you’ve cum at least twice and she would want you to watch her gulp your cum down her throat OMG AH
Constantly shaking her head north south east and west, wanting to catch every part of you in her mouth
SPITS ON YOUR CLIT EVERY TEN SECONDS BC THE S IN SHURI STANDS FOR WHAT??
I think she would also have a thing for biting your clit
Like when you feel like you are going to explode and want to run away, she would teasingly bite you and pull you down even closer or wrap your legs around her head even tighter bc she could care less if she died between your thighs or not
I feel like when she goes down on you, she’s more of a munch vs a fingering kinda gal buttt
Every time she fingers you, it's always three fingers bc she needs you to feel her in all her glory
She likes doing the infamous ‘come here’ motion but at any extremely slow place so you would feel her fingers on your g spot for AT LEAST five seconds at a time
DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG FIVE SECONDS IS???
while doing that, Shuri would move her whole head in circles going in one direction (#zarry) and have her tongue moving in the opposite direction!!!!
SHURI IS A DIRTY GIRL LIKE YALL
Would force you to sit on her during zoom calls and phone conversations
WOULD PURPOSELY SPEAK XHOSA INTO YOUR PUSSY WHEN YOU ARE ABOUT TO CUM BC IF THAT DOESN’T THROW YOU OVER THE EDGE I DON’T KNOW WHAT WILL
“You better bounce this pussy on my face Princess before I punish you for not being slutty enough for me” !!!!!!
Loves when you grab her hair and force her head up and just GRIND THE FUCK OUT OF THAT STUNNING FACE
WANTS YOU TO BE AGRESSIVE WITH HER SO SHE FEELS SLUTTED OUTTTTT
You would always be seeing her eyes roll to the back of her head and fuck does she look amazing
Would completely blow down to you when you reach back and start stroking her pussy bc your Queen needs attention too &lt;3
Rubbing on her clit or fingering her would literally bring growls out of Shuri likee
She would deliver the hardest and loudest slaps to your ass, and groan like the little bitch she is bc truth be told, SHE LIKE BEING HANDLED LIKE A WHORE
She would grind her hips up to meet your fingers and just whore herself out
“Fuck baby right there ughh” BUT YOU WOULDN’T EVEN KNOW WHAT SHE’S SAYING SINCE HER MOUTH IS VERY MUCH FULL
I can see her wanting to eat you out for an entire hour but “baby you have an entire country to rule”
“yea and somehow this pussy is still more important” 
I rest my case
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pocketsizedpanther · 1 year
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Your Panther
Synopsis: you're away from Wakanda (and Shuri) for business. Shuri tries to surprise you but catches you in a compromising position. Warnings: a lil fluff, but mostly smut bc I'm permanently horny🤷🏾‍♀️; There's a lot of plot before the porn.... but there's porn in the plot, yk?; breeding kink; some choking, Shuri is clingy and overprotective, reader loves it; oral (both receiving); vibranium strap slinging; vibranium dildo; face sitting; fingering (both receiving); multiple orgasms; squirting; LOTS of dirty talk, Shuri & reader are VERY vocal; Shuri forgets English when she's horny; mentions of marriage; mentions of character death. Occurs after BP2 Word Count: hella (8.5k, I got carried away lmao) I'm not taking requests. This idea came to me when I was watching p*rn & I need to get it out of my head. Any mistranslations should be blamed on Google Translate
"You know, sthandwa sam," Shuri starts as she follows you around your shared room like a shadow, "You don't have to leave now; you could delay your trip until the fall so I can come with you." 
The pile of clothes in your hands drops onto the mattress as you sigh, "I'm definitely not getting any work done if you come with me. Plus, I'm only gonna be gone for two weeks. I've delayed this trip twice and I can't do it aga–"
Shuri's soft lips on your neck make the rest of your explanation die in your throat. "You can work here, sthandwa," kiss, "in Wakanda," kiss "with me." She accentuated her last plea with the scrape of her teeth against your pulse point, making you sigh as your body went lax in her hold.
 "Besides," She uses her hands on your hips to turn you to face her, "Those Americans never did know how to handle you," Her hands drop to grip the swell of your ass as you barely hold back a whimper, "Not like I can." She mumbles, biting her plump bottom lip.
"I– I have to pack, ubusi." (honey) You stammer, struggling to hold your resolve as the thickness of Shuri's accent ignites the ever-simmering heat in your core. Keep it together. woman. You chastise yourself for becoming putty in her hands by only her words, even after all this time you've been together. 
A ghost of a smirk plays at Shuri's lips, "I see you've been practicing your Xhosa, entle." 
You open your mouth, a smart-ass reply prepared to hurtle from your lips but Shuri's fingers lingering near, and then breaching, the waistband of your pants makes the words retreat as quickly as they came.
Shuri continues her ministrations, sneaking past the band of your panties to knead the flesh of your ass in her palms, "You'd leave your panther without her parting gift, usana yam?"
You shake free of Shuri's hypnosis and grip her arms, using them as leverage to push her away from you, "My Panther has lured me back into this bed two times and I keep having to repack because you keep leaving marks and taking things out of my luggage and hiding them." You move to turn away from her and return to your attempt at repacking (again), but Shuri has other ideas. She turns you back around and plasters your front to hers with her hands at your sides,
"Let's make the third time a charm, then" Her lips are on yours before you can respond, and you're all too happy to oblige her.
Shuri consumes every sense when she kisses you. All you can sense is her; her lips moving against yours, her tongue massaging yours, her hands wandering over your body, pulling and grasping at the full softness of your curves. You anchor yourself to her and lose yourself in her depths.
Your hands are tangled in the curls at the back of Shuri's fade and Shuri's hands are under your ass in preparation to pick you up when Griot cuts in, "Panther, Princess. General Ayo is calling."
You startle at the sudden intrusion and you would've fallen into your suitcase if it hadn't been for Shuri's arms locked around you, "You're making me late, Shuri."
"The Royal Talon Fighter leaves on your command, not the other way around." Shuri makes no moves to release you as she instructs Griot to answer the General’s call.
“Panther,” a holographic Ayo, decked out in full gold Dora Milaje regalia, appears in front of the two of you. She briefly looks surprised to see Shuri instead of you but quickly schools her expression into one of passive indifference, “Is Ms. Y/N ready?”
You begin wiggling yourself out of Shuri’s grasp, “Yes, General. Give me a moment, I’m packing a few last-minute things.” Ayo nods wordlessly before the hologram disappears.
You spend a few moments attempting to untangle yourself from Shuri’s hold before realizing the problem is less her long, wiry limbs and more Shuri won’t let you go. You level a glare at your girlfriend, who’s losing a battle to keep a shit-eating grin off of her face, “Shuri, let me go.”
“No.” Her eyes bore into yours as her grip on your waist tightens and she slowly leans down to press her forehead to yours, “Stay here, stay in my arms. Forever.” Shuri knows exactly what she’s doing; you’ve told her time and time again how hypnotic her eyes are and how you lose yourself in them so easily whenever you make eye contact with her. You’ve told her about how the world fades away and you feel drawn to her like a magnet when she looks at you the way she is now: like you hung the sun, moon, and stars in her sky.
Your mind goes blank as Shuri reaches one hand up to cradle the back of your head before tilting hers slightly and sealing her lips over yours, wasting no time coaxing your mouth open to slide her tongue against yours. Shuri's hand against the back of your head turns into a fist around your curls, exposing your neck to her ravenous lips and pulling the most sinful sounds out of you as she assaults the sensitive spots on your skin that only she can find. You cling to her helplessly, moaning and whimpering as you soak through your panties while she takes you apart with her mouth.
"Ndiyakuva, sthandwa sam," (I can smell you, my love) Shuri pulls her mouth back from your throat as her hand takes its place, "Ufuna i-panther yakhe." (She wants her panther). Shuri's other hand pops the button on your pants and slips inside, rubbing your slit over the soaked material of your underwear as your moans spur her on, "Uzondivumela ndimthathe? Ndicela undivumele ndimthathe." (Are you going to let me have her? Please let me have her.) Shuri begs breathlessly, eyes roaming your face as she watches you fall apart for her.
Shameless moans fall from your lips and your eyes flutter closed as you grind your center against Shuri's hand, but her grip tightening around your throat makes your eyes shoot back open.
"Amehlo akum, ntombazana entle. Ufuna undijonge xa ​​u cum." (Eyes on me, pretty girl. Want you to look at me when you cum) Shuri commands, shoving your panties to the side and sinking three long fingers into you, heading straight for that spongy spot within your walls. The hand around your throat wraps around your waist as your legs give out, holding you flush to her as the panther drills into you relentlessly.
"Shuri yam– baby– oh" You try to warn her of your impending climax but her thumb starts rubbing your clit in fast circles and you can only shudder as you moan out.
Your panther, however, didn't need the warning; she knows your body like the back of her hand. She can feel your soaking, greedy cunt milking her fingers and she wished it was her strap pummeling inside you instead. That damn American job of hers Shuri curses to herself, and it makes her fuck you harder. 
"Ndinike, ntombazana yam ethandekayo. Nditshonise kuyo. Ndinike yonke into." (Give it to me, my sweet girl. Drown me in it. Give me everything). Shuri barely finishes her command before you're cumming with a scream of her name, soaking her hand and your clothes in the process. She keeps up the merciless pace of her fingers, working you through your first orgasm and sending you hurtling towards another one.
You grab her hand, trying to pull away even as your body betrays you by releasing more slick and adding to the wet sounds your cunt was already making. You knew it was fruitless trying to get Shuri to stop; she was insatiable when it came to you and you honestly weren't sure you wanted her to stop, "Shuri, i-panther yam, baby please." (my panther)
"Nceda undinike umntwana oyintombazana omnye." (Give me one more baby girl, please). Shuri buries her face in your neck and her teeth sinking into your sweet spot sends you over the edge a second time.
Your vision goes white as you cum on Shuri's fingers again, your thighs shaking uncontrollably as you squirt.
Shuri slows her fingers and peppers kisses across your face and neck, watching as the last waves of your orgasm rock through you as you return to earth and the arms of your lover, "Intombazana elungileyo kum." (Such a good girl for me). She presses one more lingering kiss to the junction of your jaw and throat before slowly pulling her fingers from you, making sure you're watching as she sucks all three of them clean of your essence. "Imnandi," (delicious) Shuri moans out as her eyes flutter closed, "Kungcono ngokuthe ngqo ukusuka kumthombo, nangona kunjalo."  (better straight from the source, though) She smirks as her hands pat your ass twice.
You merely watch her, still recovering from your orgasms. Shuri notices this immediately, cupping your face in her hands and staring at you pointedly to make sure you haven't slipped into subspace, "Ingelosi, thetha nam. Ingaba udinga ntoni?." (Angel, talk to me. What do you need?)
You gather your motor functions enough to nod, a small "mhm" following a few moments later. 
Shuri hums and presses a tender kiss to your forehead before launching into action; dropping to one knee in front of you, working your soaked bottoms down your legs and off your feet, "Hlala apha kum, sithandwa sam." (Sit here for me, my love) She says gently as she guides you to sit next to your long abandoned suitcase before quickly heading into your ensuite bathroom. 
Shuri returns moments later with a wet cloth, gripping your thigh to spread your legs and she gently presses the warm material to your still-sensitive core. You jump and squirm away as whimpers fall past your lips, but Shuri holds you in place, "Ndiyazi, mama, ndiyazi. Ndiyaxolisa." (I know, mama, I know. I'm sorry.) She presses gentle kisses all over your face as she wipes you clean before discarding the cloth with the rest of your clothes and disappearing into the depths of your closet, rematerializing with a fresh pair of panties and bottoms for you to change into. She places them next to you as she eyes your suitcase and the pile of clothes you'd abandoned earlier. 
Shuri looks to be in deep contemplation, a look you're used to seeing when she's buried in her lab, not when she's hovering over luggage. The juxtaposition between the heaviness of her gaze against the blankness of your neatly folded clothes in your custom vibranium suitcase makes you giggle, which brings Shuri out of her reverie. A soft smile graces her beautifully sculpted features as she caresses your cheek, "What's so funny, ingelosi?"
You swallow a few times before speaking softly, "You're looking at my suitcase like it's one of those complex formulas you deal with in your lab."
Shuri chuckles as her hand drops back to her side, "I'm trying to figure out what else you need to pack if you want to provide guidance.” 
“I just need my toiletries and a few more outfits, which is what that stack is.”
Shuri’s eyes roam over the pile that hadn’t quite made it into your bag before she’d distracted you, touching the material of the item on top; a crewneck sweater. “It’s supposed to be cold in America this time of year?”
“That's mainly for the office; they keep it unreasonably cold in there all the time.”
Shuri hums again before putting the stack of clothes in their designated place in your bag, glancing at you as if to ask, anything else?
You point to two bags on the ottoman at the foot of the bed, “Just those two.”
“What’s in here?” Shuri asks as she fits them into your luggage
“One is my skincare and other stuff, the other is some shoes; I’m just rotating a couple of pairs through my trip.”
“That’s everything?” Shuri moves to your other side, picking up the discarded pants before helping you into them and pulling you to stand.
“Yeah. I’m all ready to go.” You turn to close your bag, but Shuri stops you
“One more thing, ubusi,” Shuri says as she walks into your closet yet again, this time reappearing with a rectangular black box which she places in your suitcase before closing it, lifting it effortlessly with one hand while reaching for you with the other, “I made that for you, to use when you miss me. Don’t open it until then, understand?”
You look at her confused, until she gently squeezes your waist, prompting you to verbally answer her, “Yes, i-panther yam.”
Shuri presses a smiling kiss to your hairline, “Intombi elungile.” (good girl)
The two of you arrive on the tarmac within minutes, the Dora Milaje and Queen’s Guard standing at attention and saluting as you approach. Shuri nods at General Ayo as she steps forward–spear in hand–and gives the two of you a knowing look before returning Shuri’s nod and slamming the butt of her spear on the ground twice, signaling everyone else to fall back. Aneka and a few of the Queen's Guard, however, stay nearby as they’ll be accompanying you to America at Shuri's insistence; “I’m the smartest person on the planet, from the most technologically advanced country on the planet and I work with the rarest, most powerful metal on earth in the only place that has unrestricted access to it. Certain countries won’t hesitate to harm you to get access to vibranium and my designs. If harm came to you while you were outside of my care…” Shuri’s eyes darken dangerously, in a way you hadn’t seen since the man with the winged ankles attacked her home and killed her mother, “I wouldn’t stop until you were safely back in my arms again. I'd kill anyone who got in my way.”  You’d fucked her right on top of one of her lab tables.
While Shuri left no room for argument that you were taking at least one guard with you, you'd managed to talk her down from sending her General, reminding her that the tip of the spear of Wakanda's army needed to stay in Wakanda, with the smartest person on the planet. “Besides,” You’d started, trailing your fingers across Shuri’s collarbones as the both of you came down from your post-orgasmic haze, “Aneka has that Midnight Angel armor you made, she’s basically a superhero.” 
If Ayo was upset about missing out on a trip to America, she hid it well. Aneka, however, was practically vibrating with excitement. This was her first mission where she would be undercover as a civilian and she’d told you many times how happy she was to be accompanying you, even requesting your help in making a list of places to see and try during your time in New York. She'd been nagging Ayo for weeks about what souvenirs she wanted her to bring back. “I’m so excited!” Aneka salutes you as you approach, before pulling you into a hug, “I’ve never been to America for so long before. Is it true that there’s a giant apple in the city?”
You laugh at her childlike giddiness, “No, Aneka, there isn’t a giant apple. At least I don’t think there is; they might’ve added one in since I was last there.” 
Aneka moves to ask you another question, but she glances at someone behind you, smiling politely before stepping back. You turn and watch as Shuri hands your suitcase off to Aneka, who quickly walks away to load it into the Talon Fighter.
"Where will they park this thing?" You question as you watch the Wakandan Air Force and Shuri's scientists do final checks of the aircraft.
"With the new cloaking technology I developed, it can sit on the roof of your hotel without being detected by the Americans," Shuri smiles proudly and you beam back at her; you remember how hard she worked to perfect her new cloaking tech, "But I believe it's been programmed to fly to the Avengers Compound in Upstate New York. It can get to you in two minutes once you summon it."
You hum, "Will they recharge it there? At the compound?"
"No, they don't yet have the capabilities to support the wattage we use here so I made sure to develop expanded fuel cells for longer trips to places that aren't compatible with our tech. There's more than enough battery life to get you there and back plenty of times."
You raise your eyebrows, Shuri hadn't told you that she was working on extending the already long battery life of Wakandan technology. "Well, haven't you been busy."
Shuri drops a kiss to your forehead as her hold on your waist tightens, "I had to occupy myself somehow while you were on those primitive Zoom calls with those white people." 
You throw your head back and laugh, "They're not primitive, Shur. Zoom works just fine."
"Yes, it's just fine if you want to see pixels and have delayed audio!"
You shake your head and sigh, knowing this wasn't an argument you were going to win.
"Besides," Shuri calls your attention back to her as she gestures to the aircraft in front of you, "I've been working on building you your own one of these. I should have some designs ready for you to look over when you get back."
You gasp, "Shuri! I don't need my own Talon Fighter! I'm rarely in one if it isn't–"
Shuri silences you with her lips on yours, pulling you into a deep kiss filled with every ounce of love she had for you. She reluctantly pulls away after a moment but keeps her forehead pressed to yours, speaking in a voice only meant for you to hear, "The future Queen of Wakanda needs her own official aircraft."
Words have escaped you, your brain has stopped functioning, leaving you staring wide-eyed and gaping at Shuri. The two of you had talked about marriage before, but this is the first time either one of you had mentioned anything serious*. "I– b–"
Shuri smirks, pulling away from you slightly but maintaining the same intense eye contact, "Did you really think I hadn't planned on marrying you, ingelosi? I knew you were going to be my wife the second I laid eyes on you."
"But what about the Elders?"
"What about them?" Shuri's response is immediate, "You've met them, yes?" At your slow nod, she continues, "They love you and they agree that you would make a wonderful Queen, despite not being Wakandan by birth." Shuri takes your left hand in hers, her fingers tracing over your ring finger and imagining the ring that will sit there one day. Unbeknownst to you, the ring was already finished and had been for months, hidden in a secret compartment in the desk in Shuri's office. She was just waiting for the right moment to pop the question, and to receive your mother's permission for your hand. "They gave their blessing for our union." Shuri starts, still eyeing your finger, "My mother loved you. My brother did too." Shuri looks up at you, and her eyes are full of unshed tears. "I would've married you the moment I saw you if I knew what would happen."
You pull your hand from Shuri’s and cup her cheek, prepared to wipe away any tears that fall, "Ingelosi." You coo, pulling her face to yours and connecting your lips. "They're always with you," You tap her chest, right over her heart, "And they'll have the best seats in the house at our wedding."
Shuri sighs as her lips spread into a breathtaking smile that you return, "Ndikuthanda kakhulu." (I love you so much)
"And I love you." 
The sweet moment is interrupted as a scientist hesitantly approaches, holding a holopad. "Forgive me for interrupting Panther and Princess, but the Royal Talon Fighter is ready." The scientist hands Shuri the pad and she quickly double-checks their work.
"Is the flight plan set?"
"Yes, Panther."
"We can begin boarding, then." Shuri hands the holo pad back to the scientist who salutes the both of you before taking their leave.
Shuri watches them for a moment before turning to you, planting both hands on your waist. "I want you to have at least one pair of kimoyo beads on you at all times." You raise your right arm, wiggling your wrist and showcasing the beaded bracelet, "And the other ones?" Shuri questions, prompting you to gesture to your ears where a pair of black studs identical to Shuri's own, sit. 
"And the other one?" 
You reach past the collar of your shirt, producing the black pendant that–to the untrained eye–looks like a black nameplate necklace.
"Good girl," Shuri muses as her hands drop lower on your waist, closer to your hips, "I'll be tracking your location the entire time, but I want you to call me at least once a day. And send me a video of your hotel room."
"Yes, my Shuri." You smile. You couldn't be annoyed with her overprotective tendencies if you tried. It warms your heart (and other places) to think of the lengths she'd reach to ensure your safety while still making sure to respect your space and autonomy, though you don't mind living within the vibranium-clad safety of her arms for all eternity.
Shuri brings you in for a lingering kiss, using her lips as a last-ditch effort to get you to cancel your trip and stay with her. She barely holds back a petulant whine when you pull away to rest your head on her chest for a moment before you press your lips to her neck right next to her panther necklace.
"I love the sound of your heartbeat, ingelosi yam. I wish I could take it with me everywhere." (my angel) You mumble in her ear, kissing her marble-carved jaw as you cup her cheek to taste her lips again.
"You keep kissing me like this and I'm going to dismiss everyone and take you right here on this tarmac." Shuri speaks against your lips, before connecting your lips again.
"Mmmm. I don't want to leave you, i-panther yam." You smile drowsily, drunk from the taste of your love.
"And you won't, this is the last time you're going to America for that Bast-forsaken job, ikumkani wam." (My queen) Shuri intertwines your fingers before lifting them to her lips, kissing the palm of your hand, "I have a position for you here as soon as you're ready. Better pay, better everything. And you'll be where you belong; by my side." 
"You're incredible, Shuri."
"I'm yours, y/n. I'd move heaven and earth for you." Shuri desperately presses her lips to yours again. 
The two of you separate, but remain in each other's arms as you watch Ayo and Aneka go through their own–more reserved–parting.
"Who do you think will get married first, us or them?" You glance up at Shuri.
Shuri glances at you out of the corner of her eye, "They got married already." She continues when your jaw drops, "It was a secret ceremony in the garden with just a few guests. Aneka's trying to convince her to have a reception with everyone later, after everything settles down a little more." 
"When was this? Why wasn't I invited?"
"I was barely invited, ubusi. Plus, it was a last minute thing; I only had a 30 minute warning. You were wrapped up in a Zoom call, I think." 
You nod, reaching up to rub the faded back of shuris head and she immediately leans her head into your hand with a hum.
"You behave yourself while I'm gone, Shuri yam."
Shuri looks offended, "I always behave."
You side-eye her, but don't respond as Aneka approaches. You turn to Shuri, pressing one more lingering kiss to her lips before reluctantly pulling away, keeping your hand interlocked with hers until you physically couldn't hold on any longer. You keep your eyes on her until you had to turn around to go up the ramp to the Talon Fighter with Aneka & the Queen's Guard members behind you.
As the aircraft lifts off, you catch sight of Shuri standing in the same place you left her. She presses a kiss to the palm of her hand before turning it towards you.
~Eight Days Later~
To say you were burnt out would be the understatement of the century.
Your boss has been on your ass with tasks since he received word that you'd landed. You've been in meeting after meeting, most of which could've–and should've–been emails. Even your dinners were taken from you, as you were either taking work home, or your coworkers insisted on getting drinks after work which often lasted until well after your bedtime.
The lone bright spot in your days were your nightly phone calls with Shuri, where she usually sits and stares lovingly as you animatedly recount your day, including your growing disdain for your coworkers.
"You know," Shuri starts, pulling on one of the curls resting on her forehead, "I can have a resignation letter to you within the hour." 
"I'm thinking about taking you up on it. These people are exhausting and if they aren't demanding my attention, they're second guessing my every breath, only to do what I'm suggesting anyways and then not give me credit for it. I'm not sure how much longer I can–" You trail off as you take notice of Shuri's background, the unmistakable color of the elevator in her lab catching your attention. You do some quick math; if it's almost 9PM in New York, and Wakanda is 7 hours ahead, that means it's almost– 
"Shuri Udaku!" You exclaim, nearly knocking Shuri off her chair, "It is 4AM! Why are you still awake?"
"I love the way you say my name, ingelosi." She smirks, but it quickly fades when she sees your serious face is unchanged. "We've had a couple incidents of groups trying to breach the borders. They haven't gotten through, but I'm updating and strengthening the security measures of the border barriers. Our preliminary investigations suggest that the incidents are connected, so we're also preparing to go on a recon mission to find out more information."
Your heart clenches as fear begins to sink its claws into you. It didn't matter how powerful she was as the Black Panther or how she has the ability to heal injuries that should be fatal with little to no recovery time. She was still your Shuri and you still wanted to put her in a bubble so no one could cause her any harm, physical or otherwise. While you lacked the agility and power she had, you were just as protective over her as she was over you.
Shuri must've sensed your internal conflict, "It's a simple investigation, ubusi. We go in, collect as much intelligence as we can, we leave. We already have a few suspicions on the nationality of the perpetrators and they aren't nearly as advanced as we are–"
"Nobody is as advanced as Wakanda." You cut in bitterly.
Shuri flashes a smile, "Yes, sthandwa sam, but they left some of their gear behind at their last attempt. Most of it looks homemade." Shuri jumps up from her chair, running over to a pile of what appears to be junkyard scraps on a nearby table as she launches into an explanation about components and overlays and relays. Now it was your turn to stare lovingly into the hologram as she monologues.
There's no phone call the next day, but Shuri makes sure to text you. We're headed out on recon today, sthandwa. We should only be a few hours, but I have Griot programmed to notify you if we're gone longer. I love you my queen, Your Shuri.
The message goes unread for a few hours as you were unable to get away from work. Once you read it, however, you start pacing a trench in your hotel room floor as fear and anxiety return in full force and you're unable to ward it off in your exhausted, post-work state. You can't eat, you don't want to lay down for fear of falling asleep and missing Shuri's message notifying you that she'd returned home safely. You need something to distract yourself at least for a few more hours.
A metaphorical light bulb goes off in your head, Shuri's box. You scramble to your suitcase, rooting around and throwing your neatly folded clothes out of the way until your hands come in contact with the box in question. You sit on the edge of the bed as you slide the lid off, a purple velvet drawstring pouch coming into view. You remove said pouch from the box, eyeing it curiously but a folded piece of paper under the pouch catches your attention.
Shuri's scribbled attempt at cursive greets you, drawing a fond smile from your lips, her brain always did move faster than her hands:
To my love,
If you're reading this, then I failed at getting you to cancel your trip to America. But that means I finally get to give you this. Yes, it's a vibrator. Meant to mimic the feel of my strap, so that your few lonely nights away from me might pass a little quicker.
Obviously, it won't compare to the real feeling of me fucking you, but I hope it's close enough to give you the pleasure you need.
I hope I get to watch you use it someday.
I-panther Yakho (your panther), 
Shuri
P.S, the lube in the bottle is designed to make you more sensitive. If it works as I hope, your orgasm will be more intense.
You gasp, tossing the note aside as you open the bag and unsheathe your new toy, heat already pooling in your core in anticipation. It's bigger than you expected; the black material accented by deep royal purple is perfectly curved upwards, designed to stroke your g-spot with every thrust. You note the buttons on the base and press each one to see what they do. The first one triggers the vibration and pressing it again cycles through four levels of intensity and various patterns. The second button activates some sort of circular motion in the shaft of the toy, and you make a mental note to try that one out later. The third and final button expands the toy, adding at least two inches of length and a half inch of girth. You shake your head in disbelief, amazed at the mind and creativity of your lover. You look through the box again, locating the small black bottle before setting both items aside and beginning preparations for your evening.
Less than an hour later and you're finally ready; you'd managed to choke down a small dinner of soup and a half sandwich from the room service menu and ordered a bottle of your favorite wine to sip on. You crack open the door leading to your balcony, letting the warm New York breeze float into your hotel room to cool your already heated skin. You pick up your kimoyo bracelet, deflating when you're met with a blank notification panel, signaling that Shuri still isn't home.
"Griot."
"Yes, Princess."
"Can you soundproof this room?"
"Scanning…...The room is now soundproof."
"Thank you, Griot."
Your eyes keep trailing over to the toy and lube sitting on your bedside table as you stand before the full body mirror, and you suddenly feel shy. The last time you had to take care of your own needs was years ago–before you met Shuri–and her already high libido and stamina had shot through the roof once she took the Herb; the two of you rarely went more than two to three days without touching each other. 
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before gliding your hands across your shoulders towards the collar of your shirt, slowly popping the buttons and allowing it to fall from your shoulders. You admire how your tits look in your lacy bra, squeezing the soft mounds in your hands and trailing the tips of your fingers over your nipples until they stiffen into peaks. You head for your pants next, popping the button and shimmying them down over your hips and thighs before they bunch at your ankles. They fly across the room as you kick them off your legs and you turn your attention to the matching panties you have on, turning to run your hands over your smooth skin and admire how the cut of the back compliments the shape of your ass and the placement of the band accentuates your waist. Your time in Wakanda did you good, if your tan & curves are anything to go by.
You reach behind you to unhook your bra, quickly discarding it with your other clothes before returning your hands to your breasts, trying to mimic the way Shuri would massage them. Small moans begin to escape you as you roll your already sensitive buds between your fingertips, slick beginning to pool in your panties.
You wish Shuri was here, you can practically hear her voice in your head, "Wet for me already, sthandwa?" 
"Yes, my Shuri. I'm so wet for you." You moan to the empty room before wiggling your panties down your legs and laying on the bed. You spread your legs and expose your glistening heat to the cool air of the room, pulling a gasp from your lips. One hand remains on your breast while the other trails down your stomach to swim through your folds and even you're shocked by how wet you are already. 
"Oh my God." You moan as you apply the slightest pressure to your clit, circling it slowly as you begin to edge yourself. You grab the bottle on the bedside table, squirting some of its contents onto your hand and applying some to your nipples and the rest mixes with the wetness between your thighs. 
You're lost in your pleasure, rocking your hips into your hand as soft moans and calls of Shuri's name fall past your lips. You pull your knees up to your chest as dip your fingers into your entrance, fucking yourself on your fingers.
Frustration begins to eat at you after a few moments; you can't reach as deep as you want to, as deep as Shuri can. You reach over and grab the dildo, applying a generous amount of lube–that you didn't need, considering how wet you were–and sliding the toy through your wetness, circling the tip around your clit before sliding lower to press at your hole. A loud moan escapes you as you push in slowly, fisting the sheets and arching your back while you give yourself time to adjust to the size; it's a perfect fit. 
The stretch of the dildo inside you is delicious, "Shuriiii, oh–" The feeling is so similar to Shuri's strap that imagining her thrusting into you instead of your hand is that much easier. 
"Undithatha kakuhle sithandwa sam." (You take me so well my honey.) The imaginary Shuri in your head moans out as she fucks into you.
You can only close your eyes and cry out, holding onto the sheets for dear life as the wet sounds your cunt makes with every movement bring you closer to the edge. "Just like that baby. Fuck me just like that. Oh my God, Shuri!" 
Something in the air shifts as your subconscious detects an unmistakable presence; you feel her, before you see her and your heart flutters as you crack your eyes open, slowing your thrusts with the toy to clear your vision and you're met with the shock of your life.
There, in her full Black Panther suit, is the love of your life.
You jolt upright, dildo and your impending orgasm long forgotten, "Shuri? Baby is that you?"
The helmet retracts, revealing the smirking face of your Queen as she crosses the threshold of your balcony to enter the room. She stalks across the room, stopping at the foot of the bed, her eyes glued to your dripping cunt, "I take it you like my present."
"I– How–You're here." 
"We were in the area after the mission, which was a success, by the way. I had them drop me off." Her eyes trail over your naked body, "Seems I came at the perfect time. Lay back down, sthandwa sam."
You follow her instructions, spreading your legs as you grip the handle of the dildo, moving to pull it out but Shuri stops you.
"No, leave it in." Shuri steps away, heading towards the armchair near the foot of your bed. She taps her kimoyo beads and her full suit retracts, revealing her black Under Armour gear before sitting in the chair and spreading her own legs, never taking her eyes off of you, "Show me how you fuck yourself with it. But you don't cum until I say so, ndicacile?" (Am I clear)
"Yes," You whimper at the way her thick accent curls around the vulgar words before you begin again, eager to put on a show for your Queen. You reach for your nipples again gasping at how sensitive they've become. "Shuri, mmm–"
Your eyes flutter closed as your orgasm builds, the stimulation of your nipples and the feelings and sounds your pussy makes leading you to the most blissful sensory overload.
"Umanzi kakhulu, mama." (She's so wet, mama) Shuri comments from her corner. If you were to open your eyes, you would see Shuri laser focused on your pussy, the panther within ready to pounce and mark her territory.
"Ufuna i-panther yakhe.  Ndifuna i-panther yam." (She wants her panther. I want my panther.) You moan out, your breathing becomes shallow as you fly to the edge. You don't want to disobey your panther, but you're not sure you'll be able to stop yourself when you get there even if you wanted to. 
Shuri doesn't respond, but you hear her breathing. You chance opening one eye to look at her and the sight before you almost sends you over the cliff.
There sits Shuri, bottoms gone, one leg thrown over the arm of the chair with her hand gliding through her folds, spreading her wetness around her pretty pussy with her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. Her eyes pull up to meet yours and you stare at each other for a few moments.
"Uyabona indlela ondenza ndibemanzi ngayo? Ukubukela nje wena." (You see how wet you make me? Just from watching you) Shuri breathes out as her spare hand grips the armrest, and you can tell she's close.
You reach your hand out to her, "I-panther yam, come here. Let me taste you."
Shuri rises immediately, stripping off her top and sports bra as she crosses the short space between you and stopping at the side of the bed. "Undifuna phi?" (Where do you want me?)
Your hand grazes through her slick folds as your mouth waters at the thought of tasting her, "My face. Sit on your throne, my queen."
Shuri wastes no time climbing onto the bed before settling over you, her beautiful, dripping cunt hovering just over your mouth, "Ndicela ungandigezeli." (Please don't tease me.) 
You don't respond, instead gripping Shuri's hips and bringing her pussy down to within your mouth's reach before going to town. You start by licking a flat stripe up her folds, collecting as much of her essence on your tongue as you possibly can, moaning at her taste, "You taste so good, my love." You abandon the dildo inside of you, bringing your other hand up and parting her folds to wrap your lips around her clit and suck.
Shuri throws her head back, a loud moan falling from her lips as she begins rocking her lower lips against your face "Ewe, Nkosi, Ewe." (Yes, oh god, yes.)
You squeeze and slap Shuri's ass, lurching her forward so she grips the headboard, giving her more leverage to ride your face as you flatten your tongue to let her use you. You trail your hands up to her breasts, coating them in the leftover lube covering your fingers before rolling her sensitive buds between your fingers.
She throws her head back, a fresh river of slick flowing out of her and directly onto your waiting tongue as her hips lose their rhythm and her thighs start shaking; a telltale sign that she's about to cum.
You sink two fingers into her, scissoring them apart and massaging her inner walls before curling them and rubbing against that spongy spot as you suck her pulsing, swollen clit.
"Nje kanjalo. Ndifake nje kanjalo!" (Just like that. Fuck me just like that!) Shuri fists your hair into her hands to keep you in place as her orgasm takes her. Her juices flow out of her like a breached dam and her entire body shakes as she cries out. You wrap your hands around her hips to keep her from lifting off of you as you eagerly drink up every last drop she has to give you, then pumping your fingers a few more times in tandem with your mouth on her clit to coax more liquid from her. 
Shuri throws her head back and begins rocking against your fingers again, moaning uncontrollably as another orgasm approaches.
"My greedy girl," You smile, French kissing her puffy clit, "You want to cum again?"
Shuri’s hands move to play with her nipples as she nods frantically, "Ndiyacela. Ndicela undenze cum for kwakhona." (Please. Please make me cum again).
You add a third finger, thrusting them inside of her while your thumb works her clit "Ride my fingers, pretty girl. Just like that."
Shuri's hands start shaking around her breasts as her second orgasm washes over her with a cry of your name and you seal your lips around her clit, sucking to draw it out for as long as possible before Shuri collapses next to you, drawing you into a deep kiss and humming as she tastes herself on your lips.
You hold her in your arms as you wait patiently–as intense as her orgasms are, it never takes her long to reload to be ready to go again. 
Sure enough, less than three minutes later Shuri is pulling your head up to hers before trapping you in a passionate kiss. She wastes no time working her tongue into your mouth as she pushes you onto your back, climbing over you and spreading your legs. She pulls her lips away from yours as she takes hold of the toy, slowly pushing it in and out of you as you both watch. "Ingaba ukunditya ngaphandle kukwenza ubemanzi kanje sthandwa?" (Does eating me out get you this wet, honey?) 
You nod as your hips start rocking, meeting each thrust. "Mmmm, yes."
"Uyakuthanda ukukholisa i-panther yakho, akunjalo?" (You love pleasing your panther, don't you?)
"Shuriiii, please." Your back arches as the coil within you tightens, ready to snap.
"Nceda ntoni, ntombazana entle? Ingaba udinga ntoni?" (Please what, pretty girl? What do you need?)
"I–I wanna cum on your strap, Shuri. Wanna cum all over you." You're floating, babbling nonsensically as you twitch uncontrollably.
Shuri hums before she's shifting on top of you, resting on her knees as she taps her kimoyo bracelet and your favorite strap materializes on her hips, "Yilento ubuyifuna, nkosazana?" (Is this what you wanted, princess?)
You slowly rub your clit as Shuri gets ready, lubing up her strap and pulling the dildo from you, discarding it out of your sight before gripping your thighs and spreading them apart. 
"Undilungiselele?" (You ready for me?) Shuri asks as she shifts the strap closer to your entrance, at your nod, she issues her next command, "Yifake." (Put it in)
You guide the tip to your waiting hole and Shuri doesn't hesitate to sink in to the hilt, pulling loud moans from the both of you as her hips connect to yours. "Oh, Shuri. You feel so good baby." You gasp out as she sets a brutal pace, fucking into you deep and hard.
Shuri hooks your knees over her arms and leans forward, changing the angle and forcing your legs to stay open as she reaches depths that only she can hit.
Her name leaves your lips like a prayer as she drills into you relentlessly "Yessss baby just like that. Right there right there. Oh my God I'm cumming. Shuri I'm gonna cum!" Your moans turn into screams of pleasure as Shuri fucks you senseless.
"Yiza kum, ngelosi." (Cum for me, angel) Is all she needs to say before your orgasm overtakes you. Your legs lock up, toes curling as your pussy gushes all over Shuri and her strap. Your thighs start shaking uncontrollably as Shuri fucks you through the aftershocks, holding you down so you can't squirm away. It's only when tears begin leaking from your eyes does she let up, thrusting shallowly as she leans back and rubs your thighs to bring you back to Earth.
She stills inside you, pressing kisses to your neck and cheeks as your breathing begins to slow down, "Intombazana elungileyo kum." (Such a good girl for me) She speaks to you softly, caressing any piece of skin she can reach.
"I've never cum that hard before." You giggle breathlessly and you feel Shuri smile into your neck, kissing your skin one more time before pulling back and staring into your eyes,
"I hope you don't think I'm done with you, entle." Shuri sends you a hopeful smile, which you return.
"I know, just a few more minutes, honey." 
"Of course, sthandwa sam." Shuri kisses your lips as she slowly pulls out before laying next to you and kissing you softly as she wraps her arms around you.
You cradle her face in your hands as you return the kiss, sucking on her bottom lip before tangling your tongue with hers. Shuri grips your hips and pulls you flush against her body, making you gasp against her mouth. 
Shuri smirks into your lips as she angles her head to kiss you deeper. Shuri begins thrusting slowly, the strap to slipping between your folds as she swallows your moans. You begin to meet her thrusts as you throw your head back and her lips drop to your neck, sucking and biting marks into your skin.
"Undilungiselele kwakhona?" (You ready for me again?) Shuri questions, looking down on you with hooded eyes that are flooded with arousal.
"Yes." You breathe, drunk on her love. Your body is pliant in Shuri's hands as she maneuvers you onto your stomach, your ass presented in the air and your back in a deep arch, just how Shuri likes it.
Shuri admires you from this angle before suddenly licking a fat stripe up your cunt, causing you to jump in surprise. She grips your left asscheek with her hand to spread you open as she swirls her tongue around your clit, moaning at your taste coating her tongue. "Ungcamla kamnandi." (You taste so fucking good). She comments, sealing her lips over your swollen clit and circling two fingers in your ocean before dipping them inside of you, her other hand stroking the strap between her legs.
"Uhhhh, Shuriiii." You moan out as your thighs begin to shake "You're gonna make me cum, baby."
Shuri merely hums as she nestles her face further into you. She curls her fingers once, twice, and on the third caress you let go. Your knees give out causing you to fall away from her mouth as you collapse on the bed. Shuri chases you and drinks as best she can as she continues to jack herself off, deep moans escaping rumbling low in her chest as she inches herself toward her own orgasm.
You look back at her, watching her hand move over the strap for a few moments, "You plan on cumming on the bed or in this pussy?" You ask as you lock eyes with her.
Shuri says nothing as she slides her hands under your hips, lifting your ass back in the air. She doesn't give you a moment before she sinks in balls deep, pounding your pussy, "Ngaba ufuna ndihambe nawe?" (You want me to cum in you?). Her voice is deep and goes straight to your core.
"Yesssss, fill me up baby." You fist the soaked sheets in your hands as your love takes you apart for the third time. "Gimme all of it."
"Uza kuyithatha yonke? Yonke i-cum yam kule pussy encinci." (You gonna take all of it? All my cum in this pretty little pussy.) 
"Babyyyyy, you're gonna make me cum." Your legs begin to give out on you again and Shuri follows you, pressing you to the mattress as she lays on top of you and fucking you deeper than she ever has while whispering the filthiest things in your ear. 
"Yibambe, mama. Ufuna uhamba nam." (Hold it, mama. Want you to cum with me.) Shuri begins swirling her hips, grinding into you and massaging your G-spot directly as you scream her name. 
"Ndikhwaze, ntombazana.  Yazisa wonke umntu ukuba ulungile kangakanani." (Scream for me baby girl, let everyone know how good I fuck you.) Shuri sits up, one hand on the back of your throat and the other fisted in the sheets as she begins pounding into you, using you for her pleasure as her orgasm approaches. "Ngubunjana kabani lo?" (Whose pussy is this?)
"It's yours, Shuri. It's your pussy." 
"Undithe nca kum, andithi?" (She's so tight for me, isn't she?) Shuri's hips move like a piston with one goal in mind; to make the both of you cum as hard as possible. 
"You fuck this pussy so good, Shuri. Don't stop baby please don't stop. I'm gonna cum." Your toes curl as your orgasm speeds closer, "Fuck me through it, baby. Fuck me through it. Fuck me hard just like that." You try to muffle your cries into the pillow beneath you, but Shuri fists her hand in your hair, pulling your head back as she continues to drill into you.
"Ndifuna ukukuva." (I want to hear you) She grunts as her rhythm begins to falter, "Ndizakuzalisa umhle kangaka." (I'm gonna fill you up so fucking good.)
"I'm cumming Shuri. Oh my God!" You squirt with a scream of Shuri's name and Shuri follows you over the cliff, her whole body going stiff as she presses into you and fills you to the brim before collapsing on top of you.
The two of you lay there for a while as you come down from what was easily the most intense orgasms you ever had together. You giggle mindlessly as Shuri starts to shift around and lift herself off of you, slowly pulling out and dissolving the strap with a tap at her kimoyo beads.
"What's so funny, entle?"
You shrug, giggling some more as Shuri helps you roll onto your back, smiling lovingly down at you before collapsing beside you and pulling you into her side.
"I love you." Shuri mumbles as she presses kiss after kiss to your hairline.
"I love you too, my panther." Your lips graze her jaw, "I missed you so much, Shuri. I don't sleep the same without you next to me." 
 Shuri looks down at you as she intertwines your fingers, "Then let's never sleep apart again."
fin.
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pairing — bestfriend!shuri x bar singer!y/n
trope — best friends 2 lovers
inspo — ride the dragon by fka twigs
warnings — shuri’s touchy, dom!shuri, fingering (r!receiving), light choking but also not rlly choking, reader is easily embarrassed (a lil projecting yk), they’re best friends, shuri is a lil mean n condescending, verbal kink (?), humiliation kink (again projection my apologies), slight love kink lol, dirty talk but its sweet imo, n i think that’s it.
a/n — completely forgot about taglists but u can send me an ask to be on it ! for now i'm just tagging the inspos n some of my fav accs <3
⟢˚ @rxcently @saintwrld @shurismainbxtch @playgurlxoxo @verachii @dejaonline @mbakuetshurisprincess @ppawmpkin
if you really wanna kiss me, kiss me quickly (do it quickly, do it, do it, do it quickly, do it, do it)
“thank you everyone”, you laugh. your voice rings through the area as the claps ring out, cheers echoing through your favourite bar to perform at. a cheeky smile is spreading across your cheeks and your heart is pumping with adrenaline.
your heart races as you make your way down the stairs, looking into the dark eyes of your best friend as she holds her hand out for you to grasp. “brilliant,” she firmly pulls you close. “as always, s’thandwa.” murmuring the words against the shell of your ear.
the blood rushes to your face, shielded by the depths of the tones of your skin as you flash her a quick shy smile and clear your throat, muttering her thanks under your breath. you let her walk you to your dressing room, exchanging greetings with both familiar and unfamiliar faces, as you take to trying to ignore shuri’s warm firm press on the skin of your lower back.
the soft neo-soul track dampens with the soft click of your dressing room door, and you go to gather your belongings, you stop to reapply your lip gloss and lock eyes with shuri in the mirror. she’s leaning against the door frame, arms crossed across her torso, and you find she’s watching you like a cat does her prey.
“you’re so devastatingly gifted, you know that?” she sings in that low alluring voice of hers. the beating of your heart rings in your ears as her words settle into a tight ball in the depths of your stomach. you can hear yourself giggle nervously as you avert your eyes, muttering out a weak, “stop”, as you put your lip gloss and the last of your stuff in your bag.
shuri laughs softly with a smirk on her pretty lips, pushing off the door as you approach her, “you never could take a compliment.” the roll of your eyes prompts her to laugh louder as she opens the door for you to make your way to her car. the ignition rumbles into a start then she's reversing into the route to your apartment.
she hums softly, embarrassingly, to your own track and you take the opportunity to admire her. shuri’s and your relationship was hard to describe; while traditionally you were best friends – the pet names, the touches, and the way she spoke to you, not to mention the constant tension, all said something completely different. the logical part of you defined it as shuri’s interest in you but the sensing side of yourself denied that idea vehemently – there was just no way the queen of wakanda, the black panther, and quite frankly, the light of your life was in love with you.
“y/n, baby, you good?”
you snap out of your thoughts and find that you’re parked outside of your building. shuri’s dark eyes are intense as they roam over your seated figure and you smile softly, definitely not into you, “yeah, are you coming up tonight?” you blink at the insinuation in your words. opening the door to jump out and keeping it slightly ajar to hear her hum of agreement.
before you can get pulled into your thoughts, your loft apartment door is closing and you're throwing yourself on your couch with a deep sigh. shuri places herself right next to you, her hand sliding over your thigh as she guides your leg over hers. your foot falls between her man-spread legs and she essentially draws you right against her, inadvertently spreading your legs as your head lulls to rest in the dip of her neck. she sighs as she mindlessly traces patterns on your heated skin, and you try, desperately, to tame the fire growing under your skin.
the silence is filled with a tension you can feel with every expanse of your lungs, every beat of your heart, and every pump of blood through your veins but also carries that familiar comfort and calm that comes with being around shuri. her hand switches from brushing along your inner calf to the muscles of your inner thigh, and your breath hitches as you subconsciously drop your legs open that much more – just enough for her to notice, surely. her hand pauses and you freeze at the chuckle that leaves her lips, moving into her form, as if you could disappear into her if you pressed close enough.
“something you want to say to me, y/n?”
your head draws further into her neck as you stammer out her name, your ribs feeling like cages to the heat overflowing within you, “i think you know.” your voice shakes as you hear her let out a click of disapproval.
“i can’t give you anything if you don’t tell me what i want to hear.” her voice has the condescending lure of a siren disparaging her victim. you whimper, she's being so mean. slowly, you bring yourself to straddle her and drop your gaze to her lips to avoid that look in her eyes, “you’re acting dumb on purpose.” you whine out in utter humiliation.
her hands grip your waist to still your gyrating hips, pressing you into her lap, “i need to hear you say it, angel. can you do that for me?” her lips are brushing your cheekbone, and she's squeezing your skin.
your lips part, wanting to hear more, and feel more, “shuri, please… please i need you.” you're breathless. the words spill out as desperate gasps of air and you're embarassed by how wet that makes you. you felt like you couldn't breathe, the heated atmosphere deliciously suffocating.
you feel her smirk spread as her hands slip down your thighs and play with the hem of your skirt, she hums as one hand makes its way to exactly where you need her. the other wrapping around your neck to bring your gaze to hers, she hates when your eyes aren’t on hers. you exhale a stuttered breath as you look into the intensity of them, she looks like she wants to ruin you. your pussy clenches as your hips buck, every breath shared between the both of you fuelling the pool between your legs.
those slender fingers slip into your panties and immediately slide over your clit, and you're moaning out. shuri's bringing your lips right against her own, not kissing you, just holding you there — breathing air into and stealing the air from your lungs, simultaneously giving you life, and taking it away from you.
“that’s it, my pretty fucking baby, let me feel you.”
her voice is coaxing you towards the ocean of your release and guiding you to rock your hips in time with her fingers. you’re whimpering, pleading with her to give you more, and more – you want everything she has to give. she chuckles, that condescending lilt humiliating you but simultaneously adding to the tightening in your core, she slips a finger into your entrance and you’re crying out into the swell of her lips, “please, please, please… shuri”.
“tell me you love me, s'thandwa, and i'll take you there.”
she starts to circle the swell of your clit with the pad of her thumb, your eyes momentarily shut, and all you can see, hear, and breathe is her. the exchange of breath, the coo of her voice, and suddenly you're insatiable — you need her. if you were more coherent you would have heard the mirrored desperation laced in her tone, like she needed to hear that to continue living, needed you to fuel her existence.
the warmth from the humiliation of feeling so exposed pushes you further, as she gives you a second finger and presses right against your spot. your hips are stuttering as you wetly gasp out her name. “i know, i know angel, that’s my spot, isn’t it? right there hm? that’s where you need me?”
your form twitches at her words, your pussy clenching around her fingers, drawing her deeper into you, wanting her home, “i love you; i love you so much, please shuri, please.” you’re crying out. your hand is gripping the arm working your dripping pussy, your hips canting to the pretty melody of her thrusts, and her eyes are boring into yours as you beg her to bring you over. her grip around your throat tightens slightly, her thumb brushing up and down the tendon, as she curls her fingers to brush your spot, her spot, and you’re stilling.
“ndiphilele s'thandwa sam' (come for me, my love).”
then you’re sobbing out your orgasm, your body is shaking violently, feeling shuri’s sharp intake of breath against your lips as she works and talks you through it. you’re panting into her mouth, tears collecting on the lashes of your shut eyes as you try to breathe through the aftershocks. you feel shuri’s praises rather than hear them, her hands caressing the bare expanse of your ribs, “there you go. breathe for me, nkosazana, come back to me.”
when you come to, shuri’s gazing at you so deeply that you’re forced to slightly pull back and look down at her lips again, “you haven’t kissed me”, you whisper. you roll your lips in embarrassment when she just tilts her head and smirks. “stop," you drag the syllable out, "i literally told you i love you while i was coming on your fingers, nigga. and you still haven’t kissed me.” you whine as you slightly push her shoulder.
“i love you, y/n. ungumoya endiphefumelayo, ungulukhanyo lwam' (you are the air that I breathe, you are [the giver of] my sight). the sole bearer of my soul," she pauses. her hand rises to gently grip yours, and bring it to rest on the beating of her heart, "and look at me. i need you to know that above all of that, uluvuko wam', sthandwa (you are [the cause of] my resurrection, love).”
she looks at you seriously, unrelentingly, wanting her words to sink into the crevices of your skin to carve themselves within your psyche, and your eyes instantly fill with tears as you whisper her name with a tremble.
a squeeze of your waist and she’s leaning in as you shakily exhale and, in a moment, her lips are on yours, moving in synchronicity, melting over yours like the sun into the horizon. shuri’s kissing you like she wants to breathe you in, trapping you in place so you have no choice but to take and take everything she’s giving you.
she loves you.
do it quickly ‘fore the end of the song, waiting a minute for your love.
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The Great Antipode
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Pairing: Ex/Queen Shuri X Ex/Singer Reader
Word Count: A short Novel lol
Summary: Five years ago, you left Shuri on her knees in her hotel room. On the night of your wedding. The two of you moved forward with your lives both accomplishing great things. Will a celebration thrown for your latest accomplish bring the two of you back together?
Contains: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Domestic violence, slow burn, deprived Shuri
A/n: Ok y’all. Snuggle up for this one. It’s long af! But It has something for ALLL THE GIRLY’s. The romance girls, the angst girls, the smut girls, the slow burn girls, the music girls. And “Good bones” is an original poem. So I hope you all snuggle up and rub your feet together and dive in. Enjoy! Happy B-lated Valentines.
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Good Bones by Shuri Udaku Who knew that the death of us could be so endearing? Laid to rest, the flesh of fearing Decaying beneath the thumb of time The stars in your eyes and my heart align
Weakness shriveled, and fell off the shape Kindred spirits take place in love’s nape A funeral began, to which we did not attend But tears fell through the soil, and growing begins
Time stood still and said “not yet” A reach in the night, yet our hands never met But I felt you, Sthandwa… I was never alone No strength in old vessels, but our love has good bones.
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Walking along the foggy dock; the long coat of her tuxedo whisked gracefully in the windy night. Her vision was engrossed with the horizon of the navy sky, almost hypnotized by the green light that blinked at the top of the building in the city. The owner of the home that was a direct antipode to her own ran marathons through her mind. Though she couldn’t fully visualize it, she knew it was there. A perfect vertical axis from her home, to the home of her heart. She’d built it that way. Coming up on the end of the dock her stride  came to a halt. Her eyes shut, with the green light still invading her sight behind the lids of her eyes. She stretched out her arm,reaching for the light. For the love she’d lost five years ago. She reached for a sign. Even just a light wind to tickle the tips of her fingers. Any sign that maybe, just maybe she was thinking of her too.
“Ikumkani wam” Griot spoke through the Queens Kimoyo earrings. “Wakanda is calling.”
With a light sigh, her hand fell to her side, jaw flenching in frustration. She opened her eyes, staring right back out into the darkness that surrounded the relentless blinking green light. The darkness she deserved after the hurt she’d caused the only woman she’d ever truly loved. She turned on her heels, begining the walk back to what had become her second home. Turning her back on the darkness, and also the flashing hope of the green light.
“Bast. Hear my cry. I have done the work. If you see fit, please send my heart back to me.”
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Across the axis the direct antipode to the home the Queen had built, was a JamesEdition penthouse filled with busy bodies, and buzzing conversations as everyone prepared for the big day! The fuss was partially interupted by the ringing of the doorbell. The door opened to reveal Mr. Bruno Mars. The best friend to the lady of the house. Greeted at the door by the butler, and led through the elegant grand hallway to the study. Where he was met by Mr. Michael Addai. His best friends husband. Michael quickly took the phone from his ear ending the call immediately to properly greet Bruno.
“Bruno! What’s up my brother!” He spoke with a loud booming voice, his walk just as boisterous. He stuck out his hand for Bruno to grab. 
“How’s it going man?�� Bruno replies.
“Everything is everything man. That woman of mine has been talking about seeing you non-stop all week!” Bruno smiles affectionately.
“Well I should get to her then. I’m excited to see her too. I’ve missed her.” Mike smiles, wrapping an arm around Bruno’s neck.
“Inseparable the two of you. It’s quite cute!” He laughed big and loud, as the two of them entered busy living room.
The house was alive with music and bodies. It almost seemed as if it were a dance. Hair stylist, makeup artist, and wardrobe, moved gracefully around the large room. Their only mission being to perfect the beauty that sat in the center of the room. 
A luxurious silky white robe tied neatly around your waist, hung from your shoulders so elegantly. You sat leaned slightly forward, legs crossed as the makeup artist applied the last bit of gloss to your plump bottom lip.
“Well I’ll be damned! It seems as though you’ve made it my friend.” A light gasp leaves your lips. Your head turns and your eyes glimmer as they connect with your longtime bestfriend. 
“Is that you my love!?” You stood, rushing over to him with your delicately heeled feet. Arms raised prepared to be wrapped around your favorite person. You close your eyes as the two of you connect finding comfort in the warm embrace. 
“Did you miss me?” You say pulling away staring into his smiling eyes. “Everyday! Everyday I sat by my window in Rome and gazed into the nights sky missing my only friend!” He says, full of drama like only he could. You giggle pushing his shoulder, turning to take your seat back in the center of the room so that your hair could be finished.
“You’re lying. But I’m still flattered.” Bruno laughed along with you. 
“Not about the important part.” The two of you share another glance with mutual adoration.
“Bruno!” Your sister Danielle yelled as she trotted down the stairs to embrace him. “It’s been a while! I see your work in my travels often! Beautiful! Incredible!”
“Thank you Dani. I’m very flattered.” He says with a blush. 
“Yes! They are which reminds me I’m hoping to commission an original piece from you.” You chime in somewhere beneath all of the commotion. 
“I’d be honored. Especially, from a soon to be Grammy winner. Ten nominations is unfathomable!” You giggle and do a little jig.
“It still feels like a fever dream. I’m taking it moment by moment.” Someone began to fan you. Keeping you from overheating in all the commotion. 
“So Bruno, are you back in New York for good?” Michael asks, walking over to the mini bar to pour two glasses of scotch. 
“For awhile atleast, I’ll be settling. Just bought a new place over in New Rochelle. It’s nice though humble compared to the estate next door.”
“New Rochelle? Interesting. There’s an after party out there tonight. It’s being given by someone who calls themselves Sweet Lady. Have you heard of her? Anyway, I was planning for us to go there after sissy came home with the win!” Dani exclaimed, sitting elegantly on the couch in her flowing sundress. 
“Can’t say that I’ve heard of her, but I’m down to go.” Bruno replied, as Michael hands him his scotch and he nods in appreciation.
Your heart dropped to your stomach. “Sweet lady?” You say. “Sweet lady.” You say again in a whisper to yourself. Confusion crept up on your brow as the image of her sculpted face creeped into your mind. Within a blink she was again gone. 
“Y/n are you ok?” Bruno asks, bringing you out of your thoughts.
“Hm? Oh yes. I’m fine. Today is just overwhelming in this best possible way! Let’s just get through the show first and we can discuss the parties later. They’ll be plenty!”
You say, joy prevalent in your voice. But, in the back of your mind that name continued to echo.
 Sweet Lady.
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Slouched in her seat, leaning slightly to the left with her elbow resting on the arm of the chair, her thumb rested underneath her chin, and her pointer finger sat thoughtfully over her lips. Shuri sat sectioned off, secluded from the masses in an area of the building that was drapped in golden curtains and flooded with security. 
Nakia and Okoye sat beside her watching the stage with expectancy. Shuri’s fingers tapped along the table before she nervously reached forward, grabbing her drink, and taking a stressed sip. She was fixated, focused in on the screen as Victoria Monet sashayed onto the stage to present the last award you had been nominated for. Album of the year. Her heart pounded against her chest, and her palms were sweaty as photos of you and the other nominees flipped onto the screen. So far, you’d cleared eight of the ten Grammy’s you were nominated for and Shuri’s heart swelled with pride.
Victoria opened the envelope, and Shuri sat forward. Her elbows sat steady on the table holding up prayer hands. Underneath the table, her knee bounced uncontrollably. It seemed the world was moving in slow motion as Victoria’s eyes lit up looking up from the envelope. 
“Oh My God!! Everybody stand to your feet right now! Give it up for my girl as she comes up to except her 9th Grammy of the night!! Making history and surpassing Michael Jackson’s record of eight in one night. Mrs. Y/n Y/l/n-Addai!!!!”
The other nominees photo’s disappear, and Shuri’s hands flew to her mouth as she jumped to her feet. Pumping her fist in the air. “Holy Shit! She’s done it! She did it! That’s my girl!”
Her eyes welled, as she looked to Nakia who stood to the left of her, grinning, clapping, and hooting like a proud big sister. “Yeeeesss!!” Okoye stood stoic a hint of a smile on her face and proud eyes. 
The camera landed on you, standing stuck at your seat, tears streaming down your beautifully made up face. Your hands covered your mouth, identical to Shuri’s. Your mom scooped you up inside her arms holding you, rocking side to side whispering her pride in your ear. 
Your sister jumped up and down, her own tears falling before she joined in with you and your mother. Your husband waited patiently, smiling down at you taking your hand and the two of you share a loving kiss. The crowd was roaring, giving you a well deserved standing ovation. 
Suddenly, a longing took over Shuri’s body. The lump in her throat getting larger, and the direction of her tears changing. Shuri’s eyes zero’d in on his hand, resting delicately on your waist as you gracefully saunter up the steps to the stage to receive your award. That should’ve been her. Guiding her beautiful wife up the stairs, waiting at the bottom as you had your moment. That should’ve been her last name hyphenated behind your own. Instead, she sat hidden away. Wanting to support, and be there for you without ruining your evening with her past transgressions.
Your dress was simple and elegant. A silky black material, with a slit that traveled all the way up to your small waist and flared out beautifully. It trailed behind you as you gave Victoria a long tearful hug before stepping up to the mic and trying to speak. Your husband stepped up beside you pressing you into him. Your mouth opened, but nothing came out and you closed your eyes opting for a wet exhale as the audience cheered you on. Shuri’s eyebrows furrowed. Why was he still there?
You try again successfully “Whew, this is…..WOW!” You broke into tears again. As you spoke HE remained attached to your hip. Pressing your body into his side while you tried to deliver your speech. Shuri cocked her head to the side in annoyance. Until the sound of your voice took over the room again.
“You’ve all had to hear a lot from me tonight, so I’ll do my best to make this short.” A few chuckles float through the crowd. “If you look around you’ll see all of my family here. My mom, my sister, my bestie even flew in from his travels to be here tonight. Heeey Bruno!” You smile and wave and he smiled pumping his fist. “And my wonderful husband who’s always standing beside me. I love you baby.”  He gave you a peck on the cheek before finally stepping back. In an instant, a flash of sadness took over your face and you took a contemplative breath before speaking again. 
“A long time ago, I had a pretty amazing friend. Under difficult circumstances that friend grew to mean the world to me. Even in the middle of loss that would’ve sent most of us into a spiral of insanity, she didn’t break. She mourned, she tried, she failed, and she learned. She never gave herself the option to quit. Now today she stands as one of the worlds most powerful, innovative, world leaders of any time. Who has not only shown an undying love for her own people, but has spread that love over into our African American culture! And let us not forget she is a BLACK…WOMAN!” 
The entire crowd stood to their feet with a loud applause. You smile while wiping away a single tear, waiting for the crowd to calm down. “During my first album she’d fly in with her busy schedule, just to be in studio sessions with me and the crew until sunrise. Making sure all of our broke ass’s  ate and atleast got some sleep.” You laughed lightly as the crowd followed. “Outside of all of my musical inspirations that I’ve listed tonight, I would be remiss to not mention my greatest inspiration. The person who inspires my resilience, my tenacity, my work ethic. The person who showed me that it wasn’t enough just to be pretty and talented. But, that I had to be smart and unafraid to be a bitch that was about my business.” A few shouts of agreement sounded throughout the crow.
“So tonight I hope that she’s watching. I hope she’s proud, and I want her to know that if it hadn’t been for her, I would not  be standing here today. Thank you for loving me the best you knew how. But, most of all thank you for believing in me. This last one is for you Queen Shuri Udaku.” You held your award in the air before crossing your arms over your chest in a Wakandan salute. “Thank y’all.” The crowd roared.
Nakia and Okoye stood on either side of Shuri tears in their eyes, arms crossed over their chest. Shuri sat in shocked. Her right hand sat over her heart and her eyes were closed, as she listened to the sound of the roaring crowd. The day she lost you. She’d prayed. Prayed to Bast that she would make you and her family proud. That somehow she could rise out of the deep dark hole she’d dug herself into, clean and in good graces. Now, here you were taking your historic moment to acknowledge not only how she had impacted you, but her impact on the world. She let out a shakey breath standing to her feet. She crossed her arms over her chest. And she, Nakia, and Okoye placed there arms down to their sides simultaneously.
You turned to walk off of the stage and landed right into your husbands arms. He pressed your body up against his, trapping your lips against his in a sloppy kiss. When he pulled back. He yelled “Love this girl!” into the microphone. The crowd went crazy, clapping, laughing, and hooting. Shuri officially couldn’t do it anymore. Her hands shook. She was overwhelmed with the storm of emotions evading her senses and she needed to get away. 
“Shuri. Do you want to go, Usisi?” Nakia spoke up, noticing the distress in her little sisters eyes. Shuri took another sip of her drink. She nodded, wordlessly placing her drink back onto the table. Everyone at the table grabbed their belongings as Shuri stood to her feet. The Dora surrounded her, and Nakia and Okoye stood in front. 
Bruno looked up from his seat out into the sea of people, just in time to catch a glimpse of what looked like the Dora Milaje exiting the building. 
“What the fuck was that?” Your husband came up behind you whispering as you exited the stage. He gripped your hips rougher than necessary pulling you against him. “It was a speech Michael.” He nuzzled into your neck, breath tickling your ear. Your skin crawled.
“She can’t save you. You know that right? You belong to me.”
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“Why on earth would you acknowledge her in your moment! That was YOUR moment y/n!”
“My moment to say whatever I wanted to say Dani.” You say, uninterested in your sisters opinion. You sat at the bar in your home sharing a celebratory drink with your mother and sister.
“And it was a beautiful speech baby girl. I’m sure Shuri was very touched.” Your mother says before glaring at your sister. “Dani we all know how you feel about Shuri. Let’s not ruin a good night with it.” Dani rolled her eyes.
“I’m just saying. She may be doing great things now but she still hurt my sister, so she’ll forever be the opp to me.”
“The opp? Girl…Ok street nigga.” You say rolling your eyes back at her.
“Well, it’s obvious the woman has grown and it’s ok for your sister to acknowledge that. Because she’s grown as well. Shuri didn’t go about loving your sister in the best way. But the love she had for her was undeniable. She just had some healing to do.” Dani smacks her teeth.
“Fuck her.” Your mother furrows her brow.
“Danielle” Dani quickly straightened up.
“Sorry Mommy.”
“Mhm. That’ll be my cue. I’m headed in for the night. I’m gonna go back to my hotel.” Your mom got up from her bar stool begining to grab her things. 
“Mommy we have plenty of room. I don’t know why you felt the need to get a hotel!”
“No no! You all need your space tonight. I figured you’d all be partying all night. And I may want to find me some company.” She winks at you and your sister.
“Oh nah. We’re not there yet mama.” Danielle says.
“Absolutely not. But do your thing girl!” You say, and you all laugh.
“Goodnight beautiful girls. Be safe tonight.” You mom threw over her shoulder as she walked out of your home.
“We should be heading out now too!” You give your sister an apologetic look before speaking.
“Rain check?”
“Y/n! I don’t want to hear that shit! Please tell me you’re not bailing on your big night! You won nine Grammy’s tonight! Let’s go have some fun! Everyone is waiting and want to celebrate you! This party is supposed to be one for the books.” Your sister stares at you incredulously.
“Well you go ahead! Everything was just alot tonight. I’m a bit overstimulated and tired. You know how I get. We can celebrate tomorrow I promise.” 
“Y/n-“ she began to protest.
“Really I’m ok. Me and Michael will celebrate in our own way.” She turns up her nose. “You’ll be back to see mommy tomorrow anyway. Go have fun! This is all of our night to celebrate! Take a driver!” Your sister hesitated, but eventually gave in.
“Ok. Tomorrow y/n.” She points with a stern glare. 
“Tomorrow.” Your sister looked at you with a bit of worry in her eyes. 
“You still thinking about her?” She asks.
“Who?”
“Don’t play dumb with me.”
“She did played a huge roll in all this Dani. Part of me wishes she could’ve experienced this with me.” Your sister shook her head in disapproval. 
“Well she can’t, because she fucked up that chance. She’s doing great ruling her country well. And you’re doing damn good without her. She wasn’t concerned with how you felt when she was cheating and how she feels now is none of your concern. Keep your eyes forward baby sister.” You cast your eyes downward. She lifts your chin.
“I’m so proud of you, and I love you.” She says giving you a hug.
“I love you too.“ You smile, and walk her out of your home. You shut the door leaning against it, you close your eyes and let out a small exhale. That’s when a full bottle of alcohol flew by your head. The sound of glass crashing on the door beside your head shocked your system, as a frightened squeal left your mouth. You gripped your dress preparing for impact. Michael grabbed you by the biceps pushing you into the wet spot and tiny glass shards left on the wall. 
“Michael! Please!” You tried breaking free to no avail.
He wrapped his hand around your throat hard. Cutting off your circulation.  
“How dare you acknowledge that bitch on our night?” 
“I’m sorry.” You rasped, hanging there helplessly. The color leaving your face.
“Don’t let all of these little accolades get to your head. You’re still a little piece of trash that lucked out and got me after the queen hung you out to dry. Remember that shit the next time you decide to publicly embarrass me.” He threw you to the ground into the pile of broken glass on the floor.
“Argh!” You yell out gasping for air, as glass peirced your arms.
“Worthless.” He mumbles as he walked away. 
You lie there in the glass, and once he was far enough away you inhaled deeply before, sobbing. Wondering how you had ended up here.
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Rolls Royce, Bentleys, and Maybachs OH MY! The finest cars lined up outside of Sweet Lady’s home as they tried getting into the Estate. The open invitation Grammy’s party was indeed Bruno’s next door neighbors. He watched the house from the road as it lit up the sky. The music pumped loudly, and rowdy conversations could be heard for miles. Bruno maneuvered around the cars parked in front of his driveway trying to make his way up to his front door. A black envelope, lined with gold waited for him. Taped over the peephole. He looked around before carefully walking up on his porch, taking down the envelope and opening it. 
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“I have an invitation!” Bruno yelled, with the card held high above the crowd. He found himself shoulder to shoulder with a sea of people trying to enter the gates of the grand estate. 
He continuously try’d showing his invitation to the random men in black suits that stood guard. But it seemed as though it didn’t matter, being that he was the only one who had one. Placing the invite in the front pocket of his suit jacket, he walked further into the party. His eyes filled with wonder as he’d never seen anything quite like this before. The home was exquisite. Lit up like an amusement park. It almost looked like a modern museum. There was a live band playing in the center of the fountain.  Dancers and servers everywhere with whatever food you could think of. Some for the bougie. Some for the hungry. And the drinks were endless! 
This home was what dreams were made of. Who is this Sweet Lady?
“Bruno!” A feminine voice called from behind him. He turned to see Dani waving above the crowd. “Hey! I see you decided to come! This place is insane!” She said. 
“Yea I did. I found an invite on my door. Did you get one?”
“No one got an invite.” Dani shrugged.
They moved through the party sipping cocktails and continuing their conversation. 
“Do you know her?”
“Only what I’ve heard of her. But no one has ever seen her.”
“Wow. I wonder who she is? She has to be a huge deal to live this way!”
“I’ve heard she’s some invisible industry big wig. That she controls the industry. You know Illuminati type shit.” Dani said. Another individual over heard the conversation as they began to ascend the stairs, and decided to add their bit of gossip.
“I heard she was a spy.” They say, causing a domino effect.
“I heard she was a bootlegger, on the run.”
“I heard she was a politician.”
“Who ever she is I’d like to know her.” 
Everyone looked at eachother able to agree on that statement.
“Excuse me? Peter? Peter Gene Hernandez?” A man in black interupted the gossip circle. Bruno was taken aback. That was him. His full government name.
“Um y-yes. That’s me.” He says, confusion apparent.
“Madame would like to speak with you. If you would follow me.” Everyone gaped at the scene dying to know what Sweet lady wanted with Bruno. Bruno looked at Dani his heart pounding a bit in his chest. She gave him a nod to follow the man and he slowly complied.
He was led through the large doors into a grand foyer, and up a staircase that could’ve easily been mistaken for something inside of the Metropolitan. Everything about this home was tastefully over the top. Whoever this mystery woman was, two things could be said for her. One: She was Classy, And Two: She was LOADED.  After being led through a long hallway. He was taken through yet another set of double doors that entered a much cozier area of the house. With beautiful furniture. Still plenty of room to entertain and a grand piano. A figure in a black and gold suit stood watching the party from a bay window. 
She was slender. Yet powerful in stature. Her hair was cut low. And her jaw, sharp. In some cases she could be mistaken for male. But for Bruno. There was no mistaking that posture. Before him stood…..
Shuri Udaku. Queen of Wakanda.
“Bruno my friend. How have you been?”
“Shuri?” She turned from the window. Finally facing Bruno. 
“In the flesh” She says raising her martini glass. Fireworks went off outside of the large windows as if this moment had been coordinated.  
“So I wasn’t tripping when I saw Dora leaving the award show?”
“No you weren’t tripping.” She giggled. “I guess we could have been a bit more discreet in our exit.” They both stood awkwardly. Shuri took a sip of her drink and ran a hand over head. 
“So they said you wanted to see me?” 
“Of course. Yes. Yes. I did ask for you. Um. I wanted to know if.. if she came?”
“Y/n you mean?” Shuri shifted on her feet.
“Yes. Y/n.” It was all starting to click for Bruno.
“No. She said she was tired.” Shuri’s face visibly saddened, and she turned back towards the window. Placing a hand into her pocket as she held on to her glass with the other. 
“She used to love parties…This was all for her.” Her head lowered. “I guess this was my way of celebrating her without having to disrupt her day.” Bruno looked at his surroundings.
“This house for her too?” Shuri just stared into Bruno thinking of a way to answer.
“In a way. Y/n always had big dreams. When we were together she always said she wanted something like this. Something huge outside of the Citadel where she could entertain, and have garden parties and things. Just some where for us to come and relax that had endless possibilities. So, I built her dream home. An antipode of sorts. I’m aware I’ll never have her again. But I come here when I want to feel close to her.” Shuri turned away from the window and walked over to the seating area placing her glass down and taking a seat. Bruno looked on, exceedingly impressed with the love Shuri had for you. “I know it’s silly. I just hoped that tonight she could atleast see it.”
Bruno thought back to tonight at the show. The blantant show of insecurity your husband put on. The cautiousness you held around him. How he wouldn’t let you have your moment completely. The inappropriate glances with other women that he thought no one noticed. Bruno had come to the conclusion that he didn’t really like Mike pretty early on in the evening.
“How’d you know I lived next door?” Shuri smirked. “Oh Bruno. You know better. I’m still extremely aware of my surroundings.”
Bruno chuckled, joining Shuri on the plush sofa. “If it’s any consolation, this place is amazing. And this is one hell of a party. She would’ve loved it.” Shuri leaned back before running a hand over her face. 
“Nah. This was stupid. I don’t know what I was expecting.”
“It’s really a beautiful gesture. Maybe you could talk to Danielle she’s here. She could put a bug in her ear.” Shuri shook her head. “Absolutely not! She’s more angry at me than Y/n. It’d be like arguing with a rock.” Bruno’s eyebrows rose in agreement.
“That’s true.” He leaned back as well. That’s when an idea hit him. “Hey! How about I invite her over for dinner tomorrow. Tell her to come alone. And you could join us.” Shuri sat up straight, her head turned towards him. She rubbed her sweaty palms against her pants before standing and pacing. 
“Y-you think she’ll come. That would be great! Dinner? That gives us plenty of time for us to get your grass cut. No offense. Griot. Contact the gardeners!” She began rambling.
“Whoa whoa. Calm down. Yes she’ll come. I’ve been gone awhile she’ll want to catch up.” The excitement in Shuri’s eyes was almost childlike. 
“Ok. Ok. Great! That’s great!” 
“So tomorrow?” Bruno stood, outstretching his hand for Shuri. She stepped forward taking his hand in hers and shaking. 
“Tomorrow.”
Bruno walked back out into the party. Dani stood at the entrance of the mansion waiting wide eyed as she sees Bruno approaching. She quickly meets him half way.
“Wellllllll.” She said excited for answers.
“I can’t give you anything. But just know… This all makes sense.”
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The next morning Bruno woke up to the sound of power tools outside of his home. He quickly jumped up grabbing his robe rushing to his front door. He swung it open to see a crew of gardeners in his yard. Cutting grass, planting flowers. And… building a fountain? Shuri stood in the center of the yard overseeing the work being done. Bruno just shook his head and walked back into the house to prepare his home for when you arrived. 
Closer to time for dinner to start, rain started to pour from the sky. Bruno glanced out of the window of his kitchen as he put together some appetizers for the evening. An army of umbrellas marched up his driveway. Shuri leading the pack dressed to the nines. Bruno  opened the door for the barrage of people, Shuri stepped aside allowing them to enter Bruno’s home. The first two people carried a large 3 teir wedding style cake. The others carried tables, food, chairs and more flowers. “They say the rain will clear by evening.” Her eyes shifted around the yard looking over the work done. Her eyes never settling on one thing. 
“Yes it should.” Bruno says. 
“Is everything alright?” Shuri asks, finally looking his way.
“Ah. The grass looks fine if that’s what you mean.” Shuri looks around and then back at Bruno. 
“Grass? What grass?” And brushed past him walking into the house.
Time ticked by as they sat quietly watching the clock in Bruno’s living room. Shuri sat fiddling with her hands on the couch facing the clock. Her foot taping rapidly. Bruno leaned against the entry way to his living room watching Shuri’s internal panic. One minute after five Shuri hopped to her feet. 
“I can’t wait all day. She’s not coming. I’m going home.” 
“Shuri she’s only a minute late.” She rushed past him. “I’ll just go. She wouldn’t want to see me. Besides no one’s coming to dinner it’s too-” She was cut off by the honking of a horn as a car pulled up. “It’s her.” Bruno said grabbing an umbrella and rushing out of the door. Shuri froze in the hall eyes wide with regret before rushing back to the living room where she tried to find the best way to present herself to you. She eventually opted for an awkward pose by the sliding doors waiting for you to enter. 
Bruno rushed outside with an umbrella waiting for your driver to let you out of the car. The driver came around laying out a carpet for you, so that you wouldn’t step into the mud. Bruno held out the umbrella as you stepped out.
“This is a beautiful place you have Bruno. Why did I have to come alone? Are you gonna confess your love for me?” He laughs.
“Oh that’s a secret! Tell your driver to go far away!” The two of you laugh. “I’ll call you back James! His name is James.” You say as you both enter the house. Bruno allows you to walk ahead of him. You stop to check your reflection in the hall mirror before heading to the living room. You were stopped in your tracks at the doorway of the living room, your mouth dropping.
“Oh my God! Did you ransack a greenhouse?” You ask walking through touching all of the beautiful flowers. “He is in love with me.” You whisper to yourself. Bruno walks in behind you looking around in confusion. Shuri was nowhere in sight. That’s when he noticed the sliding door had been left slightly ajar. He let out a sigh, and you take off your jacket. Bruno took it from you to hang in the hallway. 
“That’s funny.” He chuckles.
“Wha-“
And there was a knock at the door.
“Give me one second.” He says as He ran to the door. There Shuri stood, now soaking wet.
“What are you doing?” He whisper yelled.
“I can’t do this! This is crazy!”
“Come on Shuri she’s here now! This is what you wanted.” She shook her head turning away.
“I’m leaving.”
“Stop it! You’re acting like a child.” Bruno chastised. Shuri stopped in her tracks. Turning back towards Bruno. She stepped forward, smoothing down her jacket. She charged forward into the house. 
“Is everything ok?” You say, hearing footsteps enter the living room as you stood gazing out of the glass sliding doors. You turned only to be met with the shock of your life. There she stood, in burgundy slacks and a matching jacket with golden flower embellishments, with the shoes that matched to the T. Though she was drenched, she wasn’t any less of the African Goddess you remembered. An ethereal beauty. 
“Shuri?”
“Sthandwa.” Shuri breathed, She felt like her heart would explode as she ogled at your beauty up close for the first time in years. It’d been five years since you’d left her on her knees in her hotel. The years spent alone had not been wasted. She’d matured immensely. Though she was the youngest to have ever ruled Wakanda, it was a well known fact that she was indeed the best. She’d dedicated her life to the well being of her people. And it’d kept her sane. But everyday she awoke feeling like a continuous failure. All because she’d lost you.
Now here you were. 
You wore a simple white dress that fell off of your shoulders. The sleeves were long but sheer. The skirt short but flowing. The sunlight beaming through the glass doors, hit you just right. Casting a glow around your silhouette. One could mistake you for an Angel. You were the first to break the awkward silence. 
“I’m certainly glad to see you again.” Shuri let out a puff of air as though she had been holding her breath. 
“H-hi. I’m certainly glad to see you too.” 
Your eyes slightly water as a smile crept up on your face. In that moment Shuri felt blessed. She’d never thought that she would see your smile directed at her again. Your eyes light up with the sight of her. A sense of relief passed her over as the two of you gazed at the other from across the room. The sound of a tea kettle whistling from the kitchen sounded throughout the house. But the two of you never broke eye contact. 
“Um. That’s the tea. We should head to the dining room before the food gets cold.” Bruno cut into the tension.
“Y-yea that sounds good.” Shuri agreed.
The two of you migrated into the dining room, as Bruno excused himself to the kitchen to grab the tea. Shuri pulled out your chair and you took your seat, as she sat adjacent to you.  The silence remained awkward as you both tried catching glances at the other without each other noticing.
Bruno came and sat the tea in front of the both of you. “The servers will be out with the food in a few. But, I forgot. I have this thing in town.” Shuri’s head snapped up towards Bruno the fear in her eyes apparent. “I know forgetful. But you guys enjoy yourselves I’ll be back as soon as possible.” He said rushing out of the house. Shuri got up quickly following him. “Be right back” she said to you before running behind him. 
“What are you doing?” She asked incredulously. 
“Im leaving the two of you alone. And you’re not going to get anywhere with her talking to me. Go back!”
“This is bad. This is a bad idea. It’s embarrassing!” Shuri said pacing and panicking. Bruno grabbed her shoulders.
“Hey! It’s ok. Y/n‘s inside waiting for you. Go get her.” Shuri swallowed. Giving Bruno a greatful nod. With that she went back inside.
“I’m sorry about that.” Shuri said as she sat next to you. You eye her as she sat.
“It’s fine. I’m guessing you’re nervous.”
“Yes. Yes you could say that.” You laugh softly.
“I have to say I am too. This was very unexpected.” 
“I realize that. I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable. I just.. uh.. I really wanted to see you. Congratulate you in person. I’ve never sat next to a nine time Grammy winner before.” The both of you laugh as the atmosphere started to feel a little less heavy. 
“Actually. Im really happy to see you Shuri.” Shuri sat forward a bit looking at you intently.
“I must tell you that your speech meant the world to me.” Your eyes widened.
“You watched?” Shuri broke eye contact. “Uh” Your face scrunches in confusion.
“You were there?” She looked back into your eyes. 
“I couldn’t have imagined missing it. I am so very proud of you. You’ve become one hell of a force, and you would’ve become that with or without me.” Your eyes glistened with tears.
“Thank you.” You whispered reaching for her hand that she slowly placed in yours. The smallest connection sent waves of electricity through the both of you. Today it would go ignored.
“There’s so much I want to share with you Shuri. We have so much to catch up on. I’ve missed you.” A tear fell from Shuri’s eye and she quickly wiped it away. “Yes we do. I’ve missed you too.” The servers began to bring out the food, it was easy to see that it was hand selected by Shuri. Everything she remembered being your favorite was on the menu. The two of you talked and laughed. It was refreshing, the way it had been in the beginning. 
When Bruno returned the two of you had made your way back into the living room with the drinks of your choice. Shuri’s arm was behind you on the couch, her body turned towards you as she listened intently to the words coming out of your mouth. He couldn’t help but smile. The sight was almost nostalgic. 
He cleared his throat, and was ignored. He rattled his keys and still wasn’t acknowledged. So he decided to just announce himself. 
“Heeey! I guess dinner went well?” You stood to your feet smiling. “Dinner was delicious.”
You turned your attention to the sliding glass doors and stepped out onto the porch. Staring out at the water. Shuri followed behind you.
“This is beautiful.. just open breathable air. You can even see the top of the buildings in the city.”
“It is quite beautiful. You have an even better view from my place.” You look at her in confusion. 
“Where is your place?”
Shuri points to the home straight across.
“So you are Sweet Lady.”
She chuckled. “I’d hoped you’d come to the party. But honestly, this was much more rewarding.”
“Well I’d love to have a tour.” Shuri’s heart soared. 
“Of course. Bruno! I’d like for you and y/n to come to my house so I can show her around.”
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“Ooooh my-“ You say stepping inside the gates of Shuri’s home, stunned, thunderstruck. You couldn’t believe your eyes. A knot formed in your throat. “Shuri is.. is this-“ Shuri stepped up beside you. Taking in your reaction with an affectionate smile she replied.
“Yes. It is.”
“Our house.” You say, a lone tear fell from your eyes, as you look up at her.
“Our house, Thando.” 
“I-“ was all you could say. Words escaped you. 
“There’s so much to see. Ubusi. She directs you forward holding out her hand, gesturing for you to go ahead of her. Shuri and Bruno grabbed your hands leading you up the steps as you admire the architecture. The doors open to the entrance and your breath was taken as you stepped inside. 
Years ago, at the begining of your relationship you and Shuri designed this home as a game. A fun look into what could’ve been your future. After the two of you had finished you’d fawned over how the two of you meshed so well, and how this would be your dream home. With everything that happened the memory faded into the background. But Ofcourse Shuri’s masterful brain, brought it to life and made it into something you could have never dreamed of. 
Beautiful unique chandeliers, marble floors. The entrance with the most gorgeous tree growing in the center of the room. Shuri walked ahead of you leading you throughout the house. Introducing you to staff. Showing you every intricate and well thought out detail of the estate. 
The gardens were your favorite. There were many. An area to have garden parties. A meditation garden, a butterfly garden. Hell there was even a helicopter landing pad! Back inside, you swooned at the beautiful high ceilings of the living room, and the cat walk that surrounded it.
This was all so overwhelming. You felt like you were inside of a fairytale. You watched Shuri as she strolled leisurely through her home proudly. Her calm regality just fit so perfectly well within the home and you found your heart fluttering at not only the beauty of the home. But hers as well. 
The next area was the bedroom. Covered in marble. Cream, Olive greens, and gold. It was huge. Big as some peoples homes. It had its own living room and a bar area. A mirror sat above the bed that had another one of those gorgeous Chandeliers. The hers and hers closets were gold and grey, behind glass enclosures. Shuri’s closet being perfectly organized and the one meant for you empty. 
“Shuri?” She stopped in her tracks, hearing the tremble of your voice. She turned walking over to you. Bruno excused himself from the room leaving the two of you to talk.
“You don’t like it.” She looked worried. “I’m sorry if-“
“Shuri. I love it. How could I not! I’m just wondering. Why? Why all of this? We’ve been done for years. Why did you build our house?” Shuri was silent for a moment before reaching a hand for you to grab. “Come” You take ahold of her hand and allow her to guide you back into the room and onto the large furnished balcony. She stood behind you and pointed out over the water.
“Do you see that? That faint green light flashing on top of the building in the city. Directly across from us.” You look out, humming as it comes into your line of sight. 
“Yes, I see it.” You reply softly
“Remember the first time I messed up? You made it so difficult. One night I’d set up a picnic for you. Laid out blankets. Hung fairy lights. Had all of your favorites. You still weren’t feeling it.” She chuckled slightly, and you join her. 
“I remember that night well.”
“I told you that you could walk away if you so choosed. But that I’d always be waiting for you. That light is at the top of the building that you live in.” You gasp turning to look at her. “I excepted our fate and gave you your space. But I built this in honor of what we had, before it went bad. In memory of my greatest loss. And when I get overwhelmed and wish to be near you. This is where I come.” You gazed into her watery eyes with bated breath. A shakey breath left your lips before you spoke.
“Are you even real?” A small smile crept onto her face before she once again took your hand. “There is one last thing I’d like to show you.”
“What else could there possibly be Shuri.”
“You’ll see.” 
Shuri led you to another set of grand double doors that she opened for you. And led you down a spiral stair case. As the room came into view, a fresh set of tears fell down your face.
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“A ball room.”
“Because can you really be a queen without a ballroom.” You both say recalling the moment you’d told her you’d wanted one.
“It’s official. I’m dreaming.”
“You most certainly are not.” Shuri stood behind you. Gazing at the joy radiating from you.
“Shuri this is… I don’t have words.”
You turn to her with tear stained cheeks and a glint in your eyes. You gave a mischievous smile, “Is there music?”
Shuri smiled. “Hm.” She placed a finger at her temple in faux contemplation. “Jovan!” A young gentleman entered the room onto the balcony where there sat a piano.
“My Queen.” 
“Would you play something for my friend Y/n here?” She looked up, and he gave her a nod before sitting at the piano.
The sound of light haunting piano resounded throughout the room, and Shuri looked toward you asking “May I have this dance.” Your face lights up excepting her offer, and taking her hands for her to lead you to the center of the room. It started off with Shuri’s left hand sitting lightly on your waist as her right intertwined with your left.
“ I've been waiting for something
Something I can't ignore
Maybe someone I've been waiting for
To bring me back to life one more time”
It felt personal. And when you looked up and into Shuri’s eyes you knew…These were her words.
“I've been praying for another chance 
To make me feel again
I've been sitting, reminisicing of a better day
Trying to reawake”
You found your self stepping closer into her. Your arm that had previously been on her shoulder sliding down and around her waist. 
“Coast to coast
I'm doing the most for a second chance
Just to feel again
Baby I try and try a thousand times
And I know why”
Your hand left hers and it joins your other at the small of her back. Your head lay comfortably on her chest as she wrapped you up in her arms as though you were the most precious jewel. Your body almost went into shock at the unfamiliar feeling of safety in her arms. Your lip started to tremble as you feel the vibrations in Shuri’s chest as she began to sing the words.
“When you left me,Oh you left behind every moment” Her hand lightly rubbed up and down your spine, as she rocked you side to side. “Back when you said we, Would grow old on a porch in the golden sun.” Your fist clenched the fabric of Shuri’s jacket, your body shaking with sobs. 
“It's not over
Said it's not over
As I shattered every memory across the floor” She ran her fingers through your locs before placing them behind your ear.
“When you leeeeeeeft” You let out a whimper from the words and pressed your body against hers tighter. That’s when it hit you. The pain in your side a reminder of what you had to go back home too. You flenched and Shuri pulled back.
“Are you ok?” You shook your head.
“No.” Shuri’s faced morph into one of confusion as she searched your eyes.
“W-what happened?” She softly gripped your arm and you flenched once again.
“Y/n-“
“ It’s nothing Shuri. I can’t. I-i can’t. I have to get home. Im sorry. This is too much. It’s just too much.” You took off back up the stairs to find the exit as Shuri called after you.
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A choked gasp left your lips, as you lay in the center of your bed. Dress pulled up around your waist and hand inside of your panties. You rubbed quick circles into your clit as she ran marathons through your mind.Your eyes were shut tight and you bit harshly into your bottom lip as the sound of her voice, the light touches of her hand, and the security of her arms sat vividly at the forefront of your brain. Turning your head into your pillow, you bite into it to stifle your moan as you come up on your release. 
“Shuuriiiii…Ahh.” Her name tastes so sweet on the tip of your tongue. Your body trembles in the aftermath, and you let out a deep breath. Coming down from your high. 
“This is ridiculous.” You whisper. It’d been a week and you couldn’t shake her. She’d come back into your life and implanted herself inside of your brain. In the most inconvient of moments your mind would drift to her. Causing a goofy grin to spread across your face. You wanted to be near her. It was like her heart called out to you. 
You glanced at the phone on your night stand. 
“This is only going to cause trouble y/n. Don’t do it.” You spoke aloud to yourself. Unfortunately, it seemed as though you had no self-control when it came to the queen. 
“Fuck it.”
You snatched your phone up and found the number you were looking for. 
“Hey, Hey!” He answered after the second ring. 
“Heeeeyyy best friend in the world! How are you!?” Bruno let out a long sigh.
“Aw hell. What do you want?”
“Is that the way we’re greeting each other now?”
“Y/n/n” 
“Okay, okay. Did um. Do you have Shuri’s contact info by chance?” Your voice comes out light, almost shy making Bruno chuckle. 
“She left Kimoyo beads here for you.” You sit up quickly, a smile ghosting over your lips “I’m on my way.” Hopping off of the bed you run to freshen up, oiling your body, and throwing on a form fitting floral sundress. You call downstairs to have vallet bring around your car and head out of your room. 
“Where are you headed, Uto m (my sweetness)
“Oh Papa! You scared me. Um I was heading to Bruno’s. Dani’s meeting us and where going to do lunch.” 
“Hm.” He looks you up and down “You look good. You have been filled with joy lately my dear. Is it the return of your friend?” He says before wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck. 
“I am happy my friend is back. Yes.” You cringe inside but you fake a giggle. Anything to get out of your suffocating house. 
“Hm. You smell like a harlot. All of this for Bruno?
“Stop babe. Don’t be silly. You bought me this perfume, and you know that Bruno is like a brother to me.  You’re gonna make me late. I already called the car up.” He took your ass into his hands squeezing before letting go. “You can go. But remember who you belong to.” You muster a smile. “I only belong to you Papa” You head out of the door with the intention of clearing your pallet by falling back into the arms of Shuri.
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Your car barely rolled to a stop before you hopped out. Jogging up to Bruno’s front door begining to knock. 
“I heard you were looking for me.”
Your hand fell to your side and you turn to see Shuri leaning against your car. Eyes stalking your body lingering on your frame. She was casual today in black joggers, a plain white T, and a white Jacket with African patterned fabrics sewn into the sleeves and pockets.
“I figured I’d save you the call.” You heard Bruno’s voice come from behind the door inside of the house. If he was infront of you right now you’d kiss him.
You squirmed underneath her heated gaze. Her stare penetrating you through the form fitting dress.
“Well it seems you wanted to be found.” You say seductively, giving her a stare of your own. One of Shuri’s brows rose her curiosity officially peaked. 
“I’ve been waiting for you”
“So you knew I’d be back?” Shuri picked up on the change in your interaction with her.
“I can’t say that I did. But, I’d hoped that you would.”
“Well here I am.” The sultry tone of your voice caused Shuri’s head to tilt back eyes peering at you through hooded lids. Any other time the sex oozing from your pores would have knocked Shuri to her knees. As of now, there were more pressing matters.
“You look beautiful.” The words came out low and slow, her voice a lower pitch. “Turn for me.” She pulled moisturizer from her pocket, coating her hands before they met infront of her, rubbing together, gapping at you as though you were her prey. Your need to obey your panther was still ingrained deep into the crevices of your brain. So It was second nature for you to throw your waist length locs over your shoulder so that she would have a better look at you from behind while you turned slow, giving her a show. 
“Mm.” She egged on approvingly. When you finally faced her again there was an unreadable expression on her face. A bit of a storm brewing behind her eyes. However, your want for her made you none the wiser.
Her index finger motioned you forward and you happily obliged, wanting nothing more than to fall into her arms, searching for that feeling of safety again. Those hands, those deliciously attractive tattooed hands landed on your shoulders, slowly, achingly, her fingertips trail down to your forearms. Her thumbs began to rub gentle but firm cirles into your arm. Eyes downcast and focused on her task. The evenness of your skin tone began to wipe away as you both watched a bruised cut apear onto your arm.
Your eyes watered, trained on your arm, afraid to look up. You felt Shuri’s glower burning the side of your face, heating your body with fear and embarrassment. 
“P-performance injury’s.” You falsely claim, and Shuri hummed her disdain.
“Uyaxoka (You’re lying), I need to make something exceedingly clear, Bambo'lwami. You and I are both aware that there is not an ignorant bone in my body. Do not insult my intelligence.” A tear fell from your eye, dropping into the smeared make up on your arm.
“I did not call on you for body, Mtuwam. My intentions are not to seduce you, but to show you what you mean to me. So I will not participate in meaningless sexual banter with you, only for you to walk away from me back into the arms of an abuser. You have to know me better than that. Albeit, It’s been a while. But, my knowledge of the woman I love has not wavered. Mamela kum y/n, I’ll try not to jump the gun and allow myself to become irrational before you decide to be honest with me about whatever this is. I will not turn you away. But, I also will not use you at a time when you are vulnerable. You are loved by me completely and wholly.” Tears poured from their sockets as Shuri finally placed you inside of her protective embrace.
Your heart palpitated against your sternum as panick set in. She was calm. Too calm. What was she going to do?
“I feel you panicking Entle. It is true that everything inside of me is giving me the green light to end his life. The same thing that is driving me forward is holding me back.” She pulled away. Looking down into your eyes. “That is you. Say the word and it is handled.” 
“It doesn’t happen that often. Sometimes he just gets-“ Shuri placed a finger on your lips. A smirk that doesn’t reach her eyes settling onto her face.
“Sh. Don’t piss me off. I’m on edge here Y/n. If your not ready for me to handle it. I’d advise you not to speak to me about it. I damn sure don’t want to hear fucking excuses for him.” Her anger escaped its wall for a second before she fought it back inside. “He will be handled mtuwam. I’ll try my best to wait for you to come to terms with that.” She gently placed your head back onto her chest, placing her chin onto the top of your head as she continued to comfort you with her embrace. 
When all was said and done. Shuri stood tearfully in Bruno’s driveway, sending you back into the arms of your abuser.
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Time flew by, before you knew it three months had past. Shuri had kept her promise; though she’d made it blaringly obvious that it was one of the most difficult things she’d ever had to do. She’d given you Kimoyo earrings that matched hers in multiple colors, because they were “more discreet than the bracelet”. They were to be on you at all times. Solely for her sanity while you were still with who she called “that man”. She was constantly back and forth between there and Wakanda. Still having duties to take care of, but it was clear that you intermingled with the top of her priorities.  
While in Wakanda, she was constantly checking your location. If she saw you out to dinner or shopping, extra money would appear in the hidden account she’d gotten you. If she was with you in New Rochelle, she would hire brands to bring there latest collections to the house so that you could browse from the comfort of home. Your closet at her home had filled copiously. You didn’t want to take the clothes home, so they stayed there. Being that’s where you spent the majority of your time.
Access to her home was unlimited, an obvious no brainer for her. “You are the architect. It was made for you.” She would say. Her way with words had always made you swoon. So, over three months your husband had heard excuse after excuse for why you were gone early and coming home late. You’d blamed it on your schedule picking up after the wins. Which wasn’t entirely untrue. However, you always had time to be with Shuri.
In the begining, your attraction to your ex came simply from what you already knew her to be. Resplendant, undaunted, and most importantly secure. She’d come with guaranteed saftey. But, now it was so much deeper than that. All in all, it was simply…HER.
She’d grown so much. There was such a patience and maturity to her. An air of calm that was unknown to her former self. She was slow to anger. Quick to contemplate and very solution based. Her walk, a confident saunter that made you weak in the knees when you’d see her coming in the distance. When she spoke, it was matter of fact, direct. She had no time for bullshit. Shuri had always been a hopeless romantic, grand gestures being her thing. However, the lengths she would go were impressive.
She’d take you on random excursions in her helicopter. A day trip out of the country was not uncommon. You’d go back home to your husband with a tan you hadn’t had that morning, and tell him you’d taken up tanning. Your favorite part of her that not many others didn’t get to see, was her sense of humor. She made you laugh from your belly and it felt special to witness. It was as if it was a piece of her that was only for you. Relaxed and completely wound down.
Over time, you watched her work tirelessly and still there was nothing she wouldn’t do for you, and no time she couldn’t make for you. She made that very clear. Shuri in the past few months had turned out to be many things. But, if you had to narrow it all into one simple word. Only one came to mind. 
Sexy.
It was bad. Every move she made turned you into a literal puddle. Her voice in particular made your spine tingle. And you’d be damned if she didn’t always smell edible. You felt like a preteen having your first real crush.
It’d been the longest two weeks you had ever encountered. Shuri had once again been out of the country, and this time you thought you would loose it. This was the longest stretch of time you’d not been in her presence since the two of you had reconnected and you were getting withdrawls. Today, she was due back and you couldn’t get to her fast enough. You threw on a cute tracksuit placing your hair in a high pony, to get ready to rush out of the house to head to her home. 
“FUCK!” You yell, you’d swung your room door open and your sister was on the other side.
“Whoa! Slow down sonic. Where you headed?”
“Damn! You scared the shit out of me. I was headed to the gym.” Your sister looked you over and your outfit matched your story. 
“Cool. Well I’ll join you. I could use a little sweat session. Let me borrow one of your sets and we can head out.”  She pushed past you into the room to head to your closet.
“Dani, I’m working with a trainer.” Danielle glanced over her shoulder.
“And?”
“And this is my alone time.” Dani turned to you fully. 
“Nah what’s up. What’s really happening? You’ve been M.I.A lately we always spend time together and somehow we’ve barely been in touch.” She sat on the edge of your bed. Waiting for a plausible answer.
“I-I just been working. There’s a lot of pressure on me with this new project after winning 9 Grammy’s everyone is expecting perfection.”
“I didn’t know you were even working on a new project?”
“It’s just-“ you were interupted by the flash of your Kimoyo earring against your sisters face and your eyes widened. 
“Bitch did your earring just take a picture of me?” She stood walking back over to you squinting at your ear, and then it hit her. 
She looked over your shoulder and around the room perplexed. 
“I just know damn well that this isn’t what I think it is.”
“What?” You say feigning innocence.
“Those are damn Kimoyo earrings.” 
“N-no-“
“Griot” Your sister announces.
“It’s nice to hear from you again Ms. Danielle.”
Your eyes shifted downward. Caught.
“Check the message y/n. Out loud.” You sigh.
“Griot, please open my messages.”
“Yes Nkosazana, The Queen says she will be in  shortly and has asked me to advise you to meet her in the garden.” Your sister throws her hands up dramatically walking away from you.
“Thank you Griot.” You reply softly.
“You sneaky bitch!” She whisper yells.
“You can stop whispering Mike caught a flight out this morning.”
“Good. YOU SNEAKY WHORE! You’re fucking Shuri!!” 
“Ok you’re doing a lot! And I am not fucking Shuri! We’re just friends.”
“Friends? Friends! On what planet can you be friends with someone who did you the way Shuri did. That’s not a friend!”
“Damnit Dani! Give the woman some grace! What she did was fucked up and it hurt. But it was over years before she proposed and she’d done the work, before word even got out. She’s an even better woman now. So your disdain for her is completely unwarranted. She isn’t that person anymore!”
“I call bullshit!”
“Dani it happened to me! So you should get over it! I have!” Your sister took a deep breath before continuing.
“Little sister I don’t want you to get hurt. You have a damn good man that would never hurt you the way Sh-“
“You don’t know that!” You scream. “You don’t know Shit Dani! Your talking shit but you were at her house sipping cocktails and watching fireworks on Grammy’s night; at a party she threw to celebrate me! In a house that she built in memeory of us!” Confusion took over your sisters face.
“Mike has been mentally, emotionally, and physically abusive for years! And Shuri would have NEVER done THAT! It took Shuri a second to see me and nobody else noticed! She’s kept me out of here and safe, so Mikes abuse has been minimal lately. She hates that I’m staying here. Afaid of the consequences of leaving. But she’s trying her best to be understanding, and takes damn good care of me sis. Such good care….I feel so loved. So protected, and she’s only being a friend.” Tears now poured down you and your sisters face. “So Yea. I’m leaving. And I’m going to go be with Shuri. Because I’m in love with her…You can let yourself out.” You walk out of your house leaving a stunned Dani behind.
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Underneath the apple trees, you sat on a bench with your head lying on Shuri’s shoulder.  Munching on the perfectly juicy fruit, surrounded by the beauty of the garden. 
“This is nice.” Your eyes closed taking in the smell of the flowers, the fruit, and the woman. Shuri smiled. “Yes it is.”
“Shuri?” She hummed, signaling you to go ahead.
“My sister knows.” Shuri’s brown raised as she continued overlooking the garden.
“How much?”
“She knows that I’ve been spending my time here, and that you’re Sweet Lady… She also knows about Mike.” Shuri contemplated on your words a moment before she spoke.
“Thwandie?” She speaks softly in that voice you loved so dearly.
“Yes?”
“I’d like to tell you a story.” You lift your head. Eyes connecting with the sharpness of her jaw, and her handsomely gorgeous side profile. “Ok?”
“A few years ago, There was a young queen, who lost her heart. After she lost her, she felt as since of finality. A vast emptiness that scared her to her core. And as she tried to give her Princess space. Time to sit with the betrayal of the queen. That emptiness penetrated her deeply. It drove her insane.” Shuri took a deep breath and you lay unmoving on her strong shoulder as her arm found your waist. 
“So one day, she couldn’t take it anymore. She showed up to the princess’s home and she begged her forgiveness. Not for the well being of her love. Purely to mend her own brokenness caused by her own poor decision making. Needless to say the door was slammed in her face. Rightfully so. But the self righteous queen continued to bang and beg. Pleading with the princess to help her. All to no avail. So the queen placed her back to the door sitting, quietly crying. Woe is me. Until a few minutes passed and suddenly this wail comes from inside the house. Right on the otherside of the door. It was heartbreaking. Full of a deep ache. A soul wound. So she sat silently crying against the door, as her heart sobbed trying to cleanse herself of the wound the woman she’d trusted had given her.”
A solemn tear fell down your cheek, moans escaping your lips through the suppressed sound of hiccups. Shuri continued her own voice shaking as she held back tears of her own.
“I was still there. I heard it. Every body racking sob you let out. That sound etched itself in my mind for years. I got my shit together y/n. I sat and I tortured myself with the sound of the hurt I cause you. And I got up. And I got my shit together, and dedicated my life to being the type of woman who would’ve made you a proud wife. Because that’s what you deserve. That is what you have always deserved.” Tears welled from deep inside and coursed down her cheeks. “You said I inspired you. But you are THE reason. The reason for every move I make baby girl. The reason I learned to pray.” A sob escaped your lips as you turned looking out over the lake. Shuri shed tears of her own as she watched you. The sun was begining to set. Casting a beautiful light over your silhouette.
“I don’t know why you’re choosing to stay there with him. But, I’m ESTATIC that Dani knows. Because now I am sure that it will be short lived. I know it won’t be for me. But please… Leave him. I just want to see you happy.” Her eyes peirced into yours thoughtfully. You gaze back into her eyes, Your feelings beginning to bubble up ready to explode from your lips. 
“Shuri I-“
“Panther, M’Baku is trying to reach you.” 
“I apologize. I must take this.” 
“Ofcourse, I’m gonna go inside. The guys are coming over for a session I should get to the studio.” 
“Ok. I’ll be in shortly.” You smile and nod, turning to walk away, heart still racing from what had almost been said.
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You stepped into the booth, befuddled by  Shuri’s words in the garden. You’d wanted so bad to let her know that she owned your heart. That and so many other parts of you. Every part. She had been the insperation behind your pen, Making words flow from you like a river. You’d pushed out soo many songs to use in the past few months, just dreaming of her being yours again. Now here you stood in her home studio, prepared to bring them to life. Bruno sat behind the sound board with your producer Leon, when the doors to the studio opened.
Shuri swaggered into the room with enough posh to bring you to your knees. She had changed from her more formal wear that she wore in the garden. Opting for purple joggers with a black button up jersey that had Wakanda written across the back in gold and purple gradient letters. A matching cap sat low over her eyes as she walked through dapping up all of the guys. Freshly showered it’d seemed. 
She sat on the leather couch directly in your line of sight, and your heart dropped into your stomach. Her smile brightened the dimmed room as she acknowledged you. Arms sitting over on the back of the couch as she man spread underneath the spotlight that was meant to highlight the art on the wall. Now there sat a much more interesting piece beneath it.
“You ready to run this one all the way through?” Leon asked. You tried peeling your eyes away from Shuri, it was as though her presence cast a spell over you. Your fingers graze against the fretboard of your guitar and you build up enough strength to nod signaling them to start. They start the countdown. And the music began.
“You got meee
You've got meeee
You've got meee
You got me speeeeechleeeess”
Your guitar sang, piercing throughout room to reach the woman you loved. 
“Where you been, baby?” Shuri laid her head back against the couch. Her eyes peering at you from underneath her cap.
“My heart starts trembling 
As I hear your footsteps pace”
At this point, everyone else had faded. There was only you and Shuri.
“Goin' out my head I think I'm losin' all my mind 
Drive me crazy burning candles, makin' love all night 
Feels so strange, it feels so crazy to be in your world 
In your arms lost for words, you got me”
You put every ounce of passion you had for Shuri into the song. Her bottom lip was now trapped between her teeth only amplifying your lust for her. 
“Layin' so closely 
I feel your skin rubbin' and touchin' me 
Only sweat between us 
Feelin' you kissin' and pleasin' me” 
Shuri began to involuntarily squeeze the cushions of the couch. Your words and voice coursing through her veins. She was now inside of your mind. Visualizing every word that came out of your beautiful mouth.
“I rub your back 
I kiss your neck 
I know that you love when we touch like that 
I can feel you need me 
Feels so good to me 
Feels so good to meeeeeee”
The tension was thick in the room. Shuri was hypnotized and you couldn’t take your eyes off of her. Wanting to see every bit of her reaction to you. The song gets more intense, your pretty breathy voice igniting a fire inside of Shuri.
“You got me 
You got meEeEee
You got meeeee
You got meee”
Your eyes open staring straight into Shuri’s.
“Speechless”
You go into another guitar solo. Your eyes shut tight as your fingers worked the strings with proficiency. 
“all I can say is 
Yeees 
Yeeess
YEEESSSS, all I can say is 
YEeEessss
YeeeEEESS
YEEEEAHHH, OOH!”
Your eyes opened and Shuri now sat on the edge of her seat. The look on her face undoubtedly lust. 
“Kiss me 
Hold mee
You've got me 
SSSpeechleeess”
The song ended and silence penetrated the room. Your eyes finally dropped away from Shuri’s. 
“I think we got it.” You say breaking the silence. 
“Yea.”
“That’s definietly it.”
“I don’t see it getting any better than that.”
Agreement scattered throughout the room. Shuri silently sat back on the sofa, her eyes never leaving you.
The rest of the night was spent perfecting and mixing the song. Discussing music for other projects, and bullshitting. You all smoke, drank, ate, and caught up. The tension however never left between you and Shuri. It was thick in the air and everyone felt it. The subtle glances. The avoidance of touching or being near eachother.
Everyone started packing up to leave one by one, until it was only you and Shuri left. 
“Bye love, I’ll come by tomorrow.” You say to Bruno as you shut the door to the studio behind him. Turning to Shuri who stood leaning against the mixing board. You cleared your throat.
“I guess I should be getting ready to head home.” Shuri nodded. 
“Yea. That’s probably a good idea.” 
“Probably so.” You agree, as you began to gather your things.
“If that’s what you want.” You hear Shuri say. It stopped you in your tracks. “It is pretty late.” She says fiddling with the rings on her fingers.
“Shuri.”
“Yea?” She finally looks up from her hands.
“I don’t want to go home.” 
“Then stay.”
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“I’m gonna take a shower it’s been a pretty long day.” you announce as the two of you enter Shuri’s bedroom.
“Yea go ahead. Help yourself.” Though you were often at Shuri’s home, had a closet full of clothes, and her fridge was stocked with foods you loved. You had never spent the night. Always choosing to go home for the sake of discretion. But, tonight Mike was gone and with Shuri was were you wanted to be.
Shuri took off her shoes and unbuttoned her shirt, getting comfortable while you took your shower. She headed to her bar area fixing a drink before taking a seat in one of the plush chairs in the seating area of her bedroom, and turning on soft music. The soft warm lighting highlighted her toned stomach. Glistening against the simple gold chain around her neck as she leaned back, sinking deeper into the comfort of the chair trying to figure out what she was doing. This was dangerous. The two of you were playing with fire, and Shuri didn’t know how much longer she would be able to hold out. It was becoming apparent that the feelings the two of you had for each other were bubbling over. It was getting harder for this friend charade to last. 
She’d dreamed of the day that she could call you hers again. Nevertheless, this time she wanted to do this right. Questions flooded her mind. If the two of you crossed that line, how would you feel about her afterward? Would you regret it and run off? She didn’t want to ruin the progress that had been made with you. She could be totally misreading the signs. Shaking her head she took a sip of her drink, rings clinking against the glass. Sitting it on the side table, her finger circled the rim as she remained in deep thought.
The click of the door to the bathroom grabbed Shuri’s attention. You stepped out of the fog. A black lacy lingerie set with a robe to match decorating your frame. A diamond garter sat high on your thick thigh. Strappy stilettos graced your pretty feet as the smell of your fresh scent permeated the air. You strutted further into the room with all the grace of a super model. Shuri raised a brow as she looked to both sides of her, to be sure she wasn’t dreaming or on a trip. Her mouth sat slightly ajar as her eyes settled back onto you. 
Your walk had always been unmatched to Shuri; the sway of your curves was genuinely hypnotic. You approached the table infront of her with your alluring stride, stepping up onto the golden table, your pretty toned, gartered thigh peaked out from under the robe. Your fingers brushed against the pretty pendants that dangled from the chandelier, your eyes interlocking with Shuri’s.
“These chandeliers.. they’re made from vibranium? Yes?” You inquired seductively.
The rise and fall of Shuri’s chest was steady through the sports bra she wore under her opened shirt. Her heart pounding hard against her chest. She placed her drink against her lips  again taking a light sip, before nodding her answer.
You smile. “Good.” You pulled the tie of the robe from around your waist allowing it to fall open. You began to tie the strap to the bar inside of the Chandelier as you spoke, finally pouring your heart to Shuri. 
”You know Shuri. I wrote that song with you on my mind. I hope you felt that. Lately, all I seem to do is think of you. The smell of your cologne, the sound of your voice, the way you talk. You told me a while back that you wanted all of me, not only my body. Baby I’m ready to give myself to you. All of me. Because you deserve it.” You pur. 
“Y/n I-“ Shuri tried interupting, but you cut her off. “Shhhh. Let me talk, beautiful.” you placed a finger against your lips and Shuri obeyed.
“You treat me so fucking good Shuri. I can’t help the way my body reacts to you. The woman that you are. So strong, powerful, and yet you’re still so gentle and patient with me.” You close your eyes letting out a low moan. “Shuri. Shuri. Shuri. Just your name is enough to make my body tingle. It’s written all over me. All over her.” You grab onto the tie that now hang taught from the chandelier with one hand and your other made a trail down your body and stopped over top of your mound. “All over my kitty kat.” Your body trembled as your hand ran over your clit. Your eyes open, connecting with Shuri who was salivating. 
She had leaned forward her elbows on her knees with her drink dangling from the tips of her fingers. Her bottom lip was relaxed slightly seperated from her top, wet from her recently running her tongue over top of it. 
“Shuri, baby. You give so much. Work so hard. What I want to know is, who takes care of you?” You finally took full hold of the Chandelier and let your body hang, opening your legs wide for the Queen. “I can do that for you daddy. I’d do anything for you.” You began moving your body to the music as you hung from the Chandlier, showing off like an acrobat. Leaving Shuri In a daze “Will you let me?” Shuri let out a staggered breath. 
“Fuck.” Her voice was shakey. Her tongue once again ran slowly over her lower lip as she sat back in her chair placing her drink back on the table next to her. Moment by Victoria Monet began to play as you spun from the glistening beauty above you. Shuri was too stunned to speak as your body spun, streched, rolled and grind to the sexy song. If she was dreaming. Bast did she never want to wake up. 
“BhaBha, are you sure you want to do this?” Shuri finally found words.
“I’ll show you.” Every coherent thought that Shuri had been thinking before exited her mind as you dropped onto the table in a split. Removing the robe from your shoulders. You move out of the split onto all fours. Crawling over and placing yourself inbetween Shuri’s spread legs. You place your hands onto her knees and slowly make your way up the inside of her thighs, fingertips brushing against her womanhood before making up your way up to her beautifully toned stomach. You lean forward and kiss right above her naval. Her stomach tensed from the contact and she let out a muted groan. 
“Mm. My Queen. Do you know your power?” You continue laying sloppy kisses on her abs. “Do you see yourself?” She hisses throwing her head back against the chair, closing her eyes tight as her core began to throb. She gripped the arms of the chair. “Ahhh shhhit” She moaned.
You climb into her lap, kissing up her neck. “You’re tense baby. Have you been neglected?”
“E-entle, I-I can’t. We s-said we’d do this the r-right way.” Shuri tried to stand strong on her word, but you would always be her weakness. You bit right underneath her jaw before giving it a peck to ease the pain. 
“Touch me Sweet Lady” you moaned. “Please. I need it.” As if commanded by the sound of your voice both of her hands rose slowly from the arms of the chair, gripping the meat of your ass. The both of you moan out as if you’d waited a life for that exact moment. Shuri gently nudged the side of your head with her chin as you were busy sucking on her neck. The sexiest of bedroom eyes fell on you. 
Trailing your face down to your lips. You took your the hint, leaning in you exchanged breaths before you gave her your mouth. Sharing your first kiss in five years. You pressed into her gripping her shirt. You basked in the feel of he tounge gliding against yours. The walls crumbled. Any doubts about going further going with them. It started off slow and loving. Pecking eachothers lips softly. Slowly the Intensity built with the desire that had grown inside the both of you for months. It became a wet, sloppy, lusty display of affection. 
A groan fell from Shuri’s lips. Pulling away from you looking into those beautiful brown orbs. 
“I’ve lost restraint ubusi. It....it's..um... been a long time.” You pull back a bit searching her eyes. Yours grew in shock as you reached the realization of what she meant.
“Shuri? Have you not..Have you not had sex since we broke up?”
She buried her head into you, a bit embarrassed to say.
“I-I Uh…we… I couldn’t.” She whispered. You felt your core pulsate. Knowing that this gorgeous woman who could have had anyone in the world at her disposal waited for you. It made you want to give her the world. You wanted to please her in every possible way. She belonged to you. And you belonged to her. 
You grabbed ahold of her hands. Intertwining them in yours and placing a sweet kiss to her soft lips. You take one of her hands placing it over your breast. You take the other and place it on your clothed pussy.
“Don’t worry baby. It’s just like riding a bike. I know you still got it.” Shuri’s hand rubbed slowly against your pussy, her other hand squeezing your breast. She left open mouthed kisses all over the exposed skin of your chest, trembling at the feel of you. Your wetness coating her fingers through your panties. Your body was so hot you felt as though you would scorch her lips. Pulling down the lace of your bra, she freed your breast out of its confinement, before flicking her tongue over your nipple. She then began to suckle, moaning at the taste of your skin on her lips again. You roll your hips into her hand. And gripped the back of her neck, head rolling back.
“Oh yes. Just like that. You got it baby.”  You moan.
“You sound so fucking pretty like this.” Shuri whispered as she gave your other nipple some attention. The sound of her voice mixed with the sensation of her mouth on you and her fingers pressing against your clit made your vision blur.
“Fuck..we’re really doing this.” Her eyes were glassed over, trained on the whine of your waist. “We’re d-doing this Shuri. I need you. N-need you to make me feel good”
Her eyes shut tight. A groan of desperation reverberating from her throat. She bit into your nipple and your head lolled back letting out a whine.
“Demethi.” She whispered
Suddeny she was up on her feet with you settled easily in her strong grasp. She carried you the short distance, to a cushioned bench laying you gently onto your back. She stood above you, her sweats dipping low on her hips. The muscles from her hips and pelvic region making a perfect V. You moan at the sight of the African Goddess.
My God, this woman is in love with me? 
You thought to yourself as her hooded eyes stared down at you in admiration. The sight of you must have been erotic. Your breast pulled over the top of your bra, legs spread wide as your fat wet pussy soaked through your panties. As diamonds twinkled against your thigh. 
“Ubuhle bakho bundigqiba amazwi (Your beauty renders me speechless)” 
“Shuri Please baby. I need you. Let me show you how I feel for you.” 
“Patience Phakade lam(My forever). I want to take my time beauty. I’ve waited so long for you to be back in my arms. Let me take my time.” 
She settles herself between your legs, lifting your right leg placing a kiss against the jewlery on your ankle. She kissed, sucked, and licked  down to the garter on your thigh, before biting into the thickness beneath it. Unable to resist. She grasped the garter with her teeth pulling it down your leg maintaining eye contact. Once she got it over your heeled foot she sat up straight dropping it from her mouth. She repeated the same actions on your ungartered leg, except she made her way all the way up to the crotch of your panties. Nuzzling her nose into you. Taking in your smell. You grind your pussy against her face
“Baby please she’s aching. I need you so bad.”
“Turn for me.” You eagerly sit up making a show of turning over onto your stomach for her. You lay flat, and she grabs your hips pulling your ass up, making you arch your back for her. You spread open wide for her and bounced each ass cheek seperatly. Showing off. 
“Bast, so beautiful” She leaned down, pulling the string of the thong and setting it to the side of your ass cheek and spread you wide open. 
“I’ve missed you sphalaphala sam (my pretty one)”
Your hips began to rotate in anticipation. She placed her face between the cheeks of your ass and placed a lick to your needy cunt. 
“YES!” You yell, eager for her mouth on you. You go deeper into your arch. 
“Ooohh that’s what you want pretty girl?”
“Fuck yes Shuri. Please!”
Shuri lapped at your pussy a few more times before taking all of it into her mouth. She moaned at the taste of your wetness as she gripped each side of your thighs, spreading you unforgivingly. Your moans were trapped in your throat as a tear rolled down your cheek. Yes! It was finally happening. You threw your ass back against Shuri’s face as she opened wide, sticking out her deliciously long tongue. Placing it inside of your hole. She fucked you with her tongue as your ass slapped against her face. 
“Mmm. Smother me sthandwa.” She moaned into your pussy.
“Oh my God Shuri. Eat this pussy! Eat it. You better eat this shit! Just like that.! Yeeeessss!” Your praises landed on Shuri’s ears and sent signals directly to her swollen thick clit. She straddled the bench, getting comfortable as she cleaned her plate involuntarily grinding into the seat beneath her.
Her body quivered from the sounds coming from your mouth mixed with the squelching of your cunt. Fuck was she going to cum untouched.
“Uhn, uhn! Shuri! Oh Shuri! I’m gonna cum.”
“Let it go baby! Drown me! Cum on my fucking face!” On command your thighs began to shake and Shuri pressed your ass into her face taking hold to your clit trapping it between her lips. 
“I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cuuuummiiiiiinng!” You scream as Shuri held you against her as your body convulsed. Trying to fall flat against the bench. Shuri felt herself on the cusp of her own release and quickly removed herself from the bench. Face drenched in your nectar. 
“Stay arched for Nkosazana. Please.” The sexiest groan left her lips. “I need to cum.”
You felt her hips grinding into you desperately from behind, She remained fully clothed much to your dismay. You felt her heavy breath against your neck and you panted along with her. Feeling high from her touch.
She pressed herself up against you. Running her hand up your spine she unclasped your bra with expertise. As she continued rolling her hips. Bending over she began placing kisses along your spine. Her hot breath making your body shiver. She made it up to your collar bones wrapping her arms around you gripping at your breast. She planted sloppy kisses on the back of your neck. Grunting as she grinded making your clit jump aching for her to touch you again
“Shuri baby?”
“Hm.” She groaned as she continued to kiss you.
“Use me. Please use me baby. Make yourself cum on me. Take what you need.”
Without hesitation, Shuri sat up on her knees not bothering to stand to take off her pants and boxers. She pulled them just below her ass and placed her thick swollen clit onto your ass grinding against it as you pressed yourself into her. “AhOooh. Oh Bast.” She moaned deep as her body jerked on contact, her clit sensitive and aching for release. She began thrusting into you with fervor. Face scrunched biting hard into her lip as she selfishly cosintrated on her release.
You reach between your thighs rubbing circles into your clit as Shuri ground her pussy into you. 
“Oh Fuck Shuri! You like how that feels daddy. You like how this thick ass feels against that big clit daddy.” 
“Fuck. Yes! Yes y/n don’t stop. Ah! Keep g-grinding that shit for me uuhhnnn r-right there. Oouu you feel sooo good.” She wound her waist behind you.
“Oouuu Panther, Never. I’ll never stop! I love it when you use me!” 
Shuri gripped the back of your thong with both hands using it as leverage to press you further into her as she leaned her torso back slightly watching you work against her. Her head lulled back, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. You could her breathing start to pick up behind you as she began thrusting against you. You arched harder and she gripped the flesh of your ass hard. You knew it would surely leave bruises. She let go of you with one hand getting one of her pants legs off with the other to get a better angle against her clit. She began to spread you open as she concentrated on her nut. That’s when her engorged clit slipped into your folds. Your hungry hole sucking her in. Both of your mouths fell open at the sensation. Shuri’s thrust got impossibly faster as your pussy clenched onto her clit doing kegals. 
A moan attempted to escape Shuri’s lips but it only came out in choked gasps.
“Pretty girl. T-take it eaaaasy on me!” You were insatiable feeling Shuri inside you. Teasing your hole as you rubbed your clit ferociously. It was like nothing either of you had ever experienced before. 
“I want to feel it! I want to feel your pussy cum inside me!”
Shuri felt the pressure building and she could no longer hold it. She reached forward grabbing your locs, bending over to get her clit as deep inside of you as possible.
“You’re s-so fucking nasty. It’s so u-unladylike Entle.”
“I don’t want to be a lady. I want to be your dirty little slut. The Queens whore.” You spit back at Shuri. She let out a low growl, grabbing your hips, slapping her own against yours, fucking into you hard. 
“Bast! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! G-Grip me! Bhaby grip me! I wanna fill that pussy.”
“Yes Shuri yes! Explode in this pussy!”
An animalistic howl left Shuri’s mouth, the sound triggering your own release.“Uuuuuhhhnnn.” She pulled your body up completely by your hair. Pressing you against her. Her hips stuttering and body shaking as she released years worth of cum onto your waiting ass. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.” She mumbled as you continue rubbing your ass against her, wanting to milk her of all her essence. She burried her head into your neck. Still quivering from her release. Both of you collapse onto the bench.
“You Definietly still got it Shuri.” You say breathlessly. You both laugh.
“The Queens whore huh? Oh Thando. You’re in for a long night.” Shuri says. You turn your head around, capturing her lips in a kiss. 
“You waited for me. I have all night tonight and every other night after. Just tell me what you want. Now, I want to taste your cum.” 
Shuri rose to her knees and you turned to face her straddling the bench. You came face to face with Shuri’s pretty brown soaked pussy. 
“So beautiful.” 
You smiled having missed the sight of her thick clit that  jutted out from her pussy lips. You give it a lick and her body jolts. Still sensitive from her orgasam. You give it a few more licks before immersing it with your mouth. Sucking it up and down as if giving her a blow job. Shuri wrapped your locs up in her hand as she gently thrust herself into your mouth.
“Oooh baaaaby.” She groaned. “Just like that. Good fucking job.”
You moan at her taste and encouragement. Your hands travel up her legs caressing her hamstrings. One of your hands continued up finding its way between her thighs. Your middle finger finding its way to her tight hole. 
“Shit. Mtuwam fuck me. Ahh!” It came out in a blissed out whisper as she continued to control the movements of your head.
“Mm, so needy” you moan into her aching twat. Shuri’s eyes were closed her mouth ajar concentrating on the pleasure you were giving her. You watched her abs contract with each thrust as your other hand found it’s way back between your legs. Shuri’s breathing sync’s with her thrust and you knew she was close again. Slurping at her bud you add another finger going a bit faster. Her legs began to tremble and you got ready to drink her sweet nectar. 
“Yes that’s right give me another one Panther. Bless my mouth. You deserve it.” you whined.
“It’s coming baby! Catch it for me!” You opened your mouth wide and flicked your tongue over her clit. 
“Uuuhhh it’s coming baby! It’s -“ Grabbing the back of your head she pressed you into her and her juices splashed onto your tongue and all over your face as you fucked her through it. 
“Ugh it so good! Soso good!” Shuri screams as she let go again. You continue lapping at her getting her all cleaned up. Once she caught her breath she released you from her core. Bending down to place her lips on yours.
“Thank you so much for pulling that out of me. I needed that. Now daddy’s going take over pretty girl.” She smirked. Your core clenched around nothing anticipating Shuri’s next move. 
She motioned you closer to her with her head wanting nothing more than to please the panther, you obeyed. She grabbed your arms wrapping them around her neck, and stood from the bench. Gripping underneath your thighs, wrapping your legs around her waist, she finally shook the other pants leg from her leg and carried you over to the bed. She tapped your ass twice signaling you to stand on the bed, motioning to the chandelier that hung from the mirrored ceiling. You smirked jumping slightly to grasp onto the bar inside. 
“Show me how wide you can open up for me.”  She said as she removed her shirt and sports bra. Finally standing before you completely naked. You spread wide open for her. Revealing your bare and soaking wet cunt. 
“Stay just like that for me.” She pulled up her camera on her Kimoyo beads. “You don’t mind if I take pictures do you?” She stood back watching you. “You just look so beautifully erotic.” Her sensual gaze caused your core to pulse, and you spread wider for her camera.
“Mmm, that’s my girl. Look at how fucking wet you are. Hanging from my pretty Chandelier.” She saunters over to you closer placing her thumb onto your clit. You hiss. 
“This shit is innovative sthandwa. I love your mind.” She said as she rubbed her thumb up and down your sensitive bud. “Let’s play a game. How much longer can you hold on while I taste you? Hm?” She stepped forward placing a kiss directly to your clit. You moan thrusting your pelvis forward chasing her mouth. 
“Oouu look at you. You needed daddy’s mouth?” She didn’t waste anymore time. She dove in with an open mouthed kiss right to your core. You placed your thighs on her shoulders grinding into her face as you literally hang from the ceiling. 
“Oh God! I missed that fucking tongue daddy!” You threw your head back watching the scene play out on the ceiling. She went between sucking your clit and fucking you with her tongue hands free. 
“You taste *slurp* so fucking *slurp* good *pop*” She slapped your ass hard. The stinging pain mixing perfectly with the pleasure she gave.
“Mmm. It’s so good! You’re the fucking best!.”
The longer she went, the more your body began to tense and shake. Concentrating on holding on becoming an after thought along with your hands becoming sweaty. Your hands slipped and Shuri’s panther reflexes came in handy. She caught you by the ass, both of you landing roughly onto the bed. Shuri didn’t miss a beat. Your legs started to close as you got closer to your peak. Shuri slapped the inside of your thigh.
“Be a good girl. Keep them open for me.”
She carressed your thighs as she enjoyed her meal. You spread them wider and she rewarded you with those beautiful long fingers. Pumping in and out of your pulsating hole. 
You look down, watching her long tongue circle your clit, before disappearing inside of you. Her eyes closed savouring your taste as she made your body feel better than it had in years. 
“You feel s-so good Shuri. Ssss so good.”
Shuri curved her fingers hitting your spot, she opened her mouth wide using her entire tongue to place over the entire length of your clit pressing against it putting the perfect amount of pressure. Moving her head up and down. She looked up at you as she worshipped your pussy. Your back arched pressing against her more. Your legs began to shake. Your hands reach between your legs and to the top of Shuri’s head. Her movements became short and choppy knowing you were close. 
“Give it to me gorgeous. I’m thirsty.” She demanded.
You gasp. Pressing her further into you as your body began to quake. “Mmmm baby baby baby!” You shout over and over, gasping for air as you cream heavily onto Shuri’s face. 
“Mmhmm, mhmm, Let it out.” She pulled back after you stop shaking taking a look at her work. Watching the cream leak from you. 
“I missed you pretty girl.” She spoke into your pussy nudging it with her nose before diving back in to clean her up. “Thank you for keeping me hydrated mama.”
She kissed up your body now hovering over you. “And thank you for letting me taste her again. I promise she’ll never want for a thing.”
Your juices sat on Shuri’s face, dripping from her chin. Her eyes, blown and focused. You opened your mouth and she smiled, opening her own and sticking out her tongue. You lift up sucking your juices from her tongue, and cleaning her face with your own. She lay between your legs grinding up against you as the two of you share your juices in a kiss. 
“I need to fuck you now baby. Can you give me more. I want to make you cum all night.” Her breath against your ear sent tingles down your spine and there was nothing you wouldn’t do for her in that moment.
“Please. Please fuck me.” Before you knew it Shuri had plucked one of her Kimoyo beads from her bracelet, placing it against her twat. She tapped it and it expanded into her wide curved strap. She places one of your legs on her shoulder slowly entering you with a groan.
“Ohhh Shuriiiiii”
She enters you in one smooth push, making you gasp like a virgin on her first time. Lovingly, she looks into your eyes, and begins to fuck you into oblivion. She knows... instinctively knows...what you need. She whispers into your ear, "Ooooh y/n…...I'm going to cum in your pussy.” The notion fills you.  All you want is her cum. At this moment she could talk you into having her baby.
“I missed this. Uhn, being inside of you. The f-feeling of you g-gripping me. So wet, so fucking  tight.”
She rolled her hips one of your legs on her shoulder the other around her waist. Tears began running down your cheeks. Speechless. Your pussy was so sensitive. Shuri kissed the tears from your cheeks as she continued to thrust inside of you. Your moans of pleasure her motivation.
“So pretty, such a pretty pretty sound. The prettiest song you’ve ever made.”
Her thrust started to speed up. “I want more of it.” She took the leg from around her waist placing it on her other shoulder and sat up on her knees. She was completely in control, as she gripped your hips bouncing you on her dick allowing deep penetration. You moan salaciously "Fuck me....fuck me deeper!" She pounds you banging hard into you. You were so out of it in your pleasure that you hadn’t noticed Shuri moving you two up the bed until your back hit the headboard. 
“Damnit Shuri I c-can’t! I c-can’t take it! Too gooooood! Sooo deep!” Her thrust made your words staccato as you did your best to fuck back into her. 
“Yes you can. You’re taking this shit baby. Taking me so well.” One of her arms was straight out holding onto the headboard as her other assisted in bouncing you into her. 
“Shuriiiiiii!!!” You yell as the pleasure became overwhelming. This caused her to press into you deeper pausing to feel your pussy squeezing against her. She slowed down. Choosing slow hard strokes, so you could feel all of her. You were full out crying now. A delirious mess.
“That’s right baby cry for me. The only tears I want to see. This pussy is mine now. Nobody else can have my pussy..”
You tried to reply but it only came out as gibberish. “I want to hear you baby. Who’s pussy is this?” You gather up strength to reply.
“YOURS PANTHER!!” She gives another slow and hard stroke. “What’s my name?!” Your head fell to her shoulder as tears continued to pour. “Uuuggghhh.” Your moan came out in a gurgle.”
Shuri’s hand that had been on the wall was now around your throat. “Uhuh. I asked you a question. What’s. My. Fucking. Name?” She punctuated each word with a thrust. 
“AhhhUuuuhhhhnn!” You screamed. “SHURI!!”
“All of it b-baby! Say your wife’s name.”
“AAAAAja-A-A Adanna SSSShuri FUCKING UDAKUUU!”
“That’s a g-good f-fucking girl.” She praises against your lips.
Dazed and fucked out you began to speak gibberish. Spewing out whatever came to mind and Shuri replied the two of your foreheads pressed together lips ghosting over one another’s, as the two of you reached your peaks.
“I don’t ever wanna leave.”
“You don’t have too”
“I wanna have your b-babies”
“We can have as many as you want.”
“You fuck me so good”
“I’ll fuck you like this everyday for the rest of our lives”
“Uhn God your so sexy”
“And I’m all yours Entle.”
“Ooouuuu I’m cuuuummmmiinnng.”
You feel her body stiffen and know she will cum too. Finally she groans, "Oh y/n....I'm cumming with you!" Deep inside, you feel the cum shooting into you, and it tips you over the edge. You cum savagely, squirting onto Shuri’s strap, and your world shattered into bright shards of light and colour. Shuri had captured your mouth as the two of you came both of your moans and groans of pleasure shooting down eachothers throats. Shuri’s hips continued to stutter inside of you as she gave slow less powerful thrust. Your head lolled down onto her shoulder, as the two of you slide down the head board.
Your body was spent and you were dozing. You hadn’t been fucked that good since you and Shuri broke up. Just quick sessions of huffs and puffs until Mike got his. Leaving you to fend for yourself. She fucked you so good you could suck your thumb. 
“Sthandwa, let me hear you.” Shuri said after a moment of recuperation. All you could manage was a hum. Her hand came to the top of your head massaging your scalp as you lay on top of her body.
“Uthando Iwami lungangolwandle. Impilo yami ngeke ibe lutho ngaphandle kwakho, Ndiyakuthanda.” (My love for you is greater than the ocean. My life is nothing without you. I love you)
“I love you too Shuri. My dear Aja-Adana.” Shuri lifted her head kissing your forehead.
“Thando?”
“Hm.”
“Can you give me one more?” Your body was screaming at you. Bone achingly tired, and your pussy was at capacity. But you wanted nothing more than to continue making love to Shuri. So you rolled over onto your back and spread your legs for her. She sat up, looking down at you as if you were the worlds most precious gift. 
“Awusemhle (You’re beautiful)” Your tired eyes looked up into hers that had glazed over. She bent down placing a kiss to your tired sloppy cunt, and you jerk at how sensitive you are. She gave loving licks to your pussy. Doing her best to ease the ach before getting your last orgasam from you. 
“One second.” She got up and headed to the closet. When she came back she held in her hand a double sided dildo. “Can you take it mtuwam?” You didn’t know. But you were definitely going to try. You held out your hand to her and she placed the toy inside. You lubricated the toy with your mouth and slowly inserted it into your aching hole.
Shuri’s eyes lowered as she watched you pump it slowly in and out. She crawled over to you, and sat legs open wide. She pulled you closer to her by the backs of your knees, and placed your legs over top of hers, inserting her end of the dildo.
“Ahhhhh” you both let out satisfied moans as the two you began moving your hips, your clits kissing as you meet in the middle. Shuri wrapped her arms around your waist, and you wrapped your arms around her neck. Moans and groans resounded throughout the room over the music that was now Victoria and Kehlani crooning about wanting to be touched. You could relate. Hands probing and carressing every inch of eachothers body as you bounced against Shuri’s lap. Your bodies dripped with sweat, intertwined, moving against eachother like well oiled machines. You leaned back so that she could get a better view of your beautiful breast bouncing. She leaned forward catching one in her mouth, bitting into your nipple and then running her tounge in a circle around it before sucking, and repeating with the other one. 
She pulled you up placing her head in the crook of your neck. Biting licking and sucking. At some point it all stopped and the two of you could only focus on the feel of eachothers bodies this close to eachother again. You had found your way back into eachothers arms. When Shuri pulled back, you both recognized the stain of tears streaming down eachothers cheeks. 
“I’m so sorry I ever hurt you.” She choked out with a sob. Your hands cupped the back of her neck as you brought your foreheads together. “Thank you baby. Thank you for giving me another chance. I promise you won’t regret it.”
“I know Shuri. I know.“ Shuri’s hips began to move faster in a circular motion. Sighing, moaning, and crying the two of you were experiencing a pleasure neither of you had felt before. It was otherworldly. Your lips ghosted over eachothers breath combining as you made love. 
“Bast. You feel so good. I don’t ever want to loose you y/n. Be mine again. Please baby. L-let me call y-you mine. Shit!”
“Aaahh! I’m already yours Shuri. I belong to you.” Shuri’s pussy squeezed the dildo and she took control. Fucking you harder. 
“Oh Shuri! Im about to cum. Cum with me!”
“Mm Mm. Not yet. Let go now baby. I’ll join your next one.” 
Your body couldn’t hold it you released hard all over the toy. Shuri gripped your waist harder not stopping.
“SH - SH-SHURI!!! I-I can’t! OOOOOHHHH GOOOODDDUUUHHH!!! I can’t cum anymooore”
Shuri grabbed your neck continuing fucking herself on the dildo as it also stroked your sensitive inside. She nodded. “You can take it, Entle. You’ve been wanting me to fuck this pretty pussy for a while now. Let me get the big one out of you!” Your mouth was frozen open tears pouring down your face. The look on your face had Shuri ready to explode. She could no longer hold it. 
“Come on baby! Finish for me. You can do it! I’m cumming y/n! Pull it out of me!” An intense pressure built up inside the two of you as the sun rose over the horizon, and the both of you reached your final explosive climax’s.
“UuuuhhhAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!” You let out a guttural scream as your body convulsed and squirted.
“FUUUUUUCCCKKKK, Fuuucck, Fuuuuuckkk!!!!” Shuri groaned as her own juices splashed against yours. You both reached down rubbing your hand quickly side to side over your clits, juices still flowing splattering all over eachother. 
The two of you collapsed, seperating from eachother; but, covered in eachothers cum.
“We should take a shower.” Shuri said after slightly coming down from her high.
“I can’t move.” You say half dead. Shuri laughs. She sits up grabbing a blanket from the end of the bed. She grabbed your hands pulling you up, wrapping your arms around her neck. And bringing you over to a dry side of the bed. She wrapped you both in the blanket as you intertwined your legs with hers lying on her chest. 
“The suns coming up.” You say.
“I noticed. I guess we got a bit carried away.” She chuckles
“A little.” You join her.
“Sthandwa.”
“Ewe.” Shuri smiled at your use of her native language, before turning serious. 
“He cannot have you any longer. I mean that.” She grabbed your chin lifting it so that you could look at her. “The marriage is done. Time is up. You are mine and I want you here with me.” You smile, placing your bottom lip into your mouth. 
“And here is the only place I want to be.” You say before the two of you drift into a peaceful sleep.
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The sun blared into the room. Soft music still playing over the speakers. Shuri lie flat on her back, as you lie betwixt her legs, head resting on her naked stomach. The room was blurry as you streched opening your eyes. Your movement caused Shuri to stir beneath you, her grip tightening around your upper back. You lift your head to rub your eyes when the back of your head was met with cold steel. Your heart fluttered, as you turned your head only to be met with a familiar silhouette. 
“Shuri.. Shuri baby..” You call out tapping her side frantically as tears began to form. 
“Don’t be scared now, Waka. You disrespectful cunt.”
Shuri’s eyes popped open, at the sound of the male voice inside of her room. 
“What the fu-“ She came face to face with your husbands calm demeanor. As he held a pistol to the back of your head. The anger in his eyes unmistakeable. Her eyes found your panicked ones looking up to her with sheer terror. Your breathing was erratic, and your palms began to sweat.
“Be calm Thandiwe. You are safe with me.” Calm, steady, not an ounce of fear, could be detected in her tone. 
“You are a smart man Mr. Addai. Atleast that’s what I gathered from my extensive research.” Shuri brought her hands up to rest underneath her head. Her small perky breast exposed, however she was unfazed. Mike brought the gun up to her quickly. 
“I already have a bullet in the chamber. I suggest you not move a muscle.”
“Relax. What are you afraid of? You’ve got the upper hand. The gun, the element of surprise. We’re only two women. What are we going to do?” Staring Shuri down, he kept the gun, and his attention on her. “Ubusi, go fix me and your husband a drink, and bring my robe. Cover yourself, your body is no longer his to see.” 
Mike began to move the gun back to your head and Shuri quickly reached up grabbing the barrel, placing it back onto  her.
“Ah ah on me oo.” She looks him dead in the eye, She acknowledges you again only with her words. “Do as I say my love.” You instantly get up from the bed taking the covers with you revealing Shuri’s naked, cum stained body. His eyes followed you as you scurried off of the bed.
“Don’t even think about it.” She whispered, bringing his attention back to her. His eyes trailed Shuri’s beautiful toned, cum stained body. “Excuse, the mess. We got a little carried away and passed out. So much cum. Have you ever made her cum? Didn’t seem like it last night.”
“You talk a lot of shit for a bitch with a gun to her head.” 
Shuri chuckles. “Common sense. It betrays you Michael. What was your plan? To walk armed into the home of the Queen of a nation, quote undetected end quote, into an unguarded room. Hold a gun to my babes head, and somehow make it out alive to take her home?” She once again chuckles. “Did it not feel wrong when you walked the halls and not one guard or Dora spotted you? And here I believed you where at the very least a critical thinker.” Shuri cocked her head to the side, sizing him up. “We all but rolled out the red carpet for you. Idiot.” She whispered. Fear resonated behind his eyes, they darted from side to side now searching for Shuri’s henchmen.
Demure in the presence of the Queen, now clothed in your robe you approach her with her own, and the drinks that she’d requested. Composed and unafraid she stood to her feet without warning.
“I said don’t move!” Michael screamed, clearly unnerved. You place the drinks on the table beside the bed, and Shuri turns her back to you as you hold her robe open, so that she could ease it on. Shuri side eyed Mike, amused at his irratic behavior. Choosing not to acknowledge him at the moment, she placed a finger underneath your chin.
“Enkosi, Bambo'lwami. Be a good girl for me and stay out of the way.” She spoke sweetly as she placed a sweet kiss to your lips. Your gaze met hers adoringly. Even in imminent danger, she made you feel as though you were the only ones in the room, making your body react to her. You nod, “Whatever you want, baby.” It came out more seductively than you intended, and Shuri smirked, raising a brow. You turned to walk away and she bit into her lip.
“I’m going to have fun with that later. You smell that?…” Shuri sniffed the air. “That’s her arousal.” Shuri smirked. Picking up her drink from the table. 
“Fuck you!” Mike yells, Shuri cringed.
“I think not.” She says, cooly taking a sip.
“My problem is not with you.”
“I bet it isn’t.”
 “You saw an opportunity and you took it.”
“Is that what I did?”
“I’m leaving here with my wife.” Shuri stepped forward into his gun, the barrel between her eyes.
“I wish the fuck you would.” Mike took a shakey breath and In the blink of an eye straightened his arm out to the side pointing it towards you, letting out a shot. You scream falling to the floor, and Shuri took the thick glass and shattered across Mikes face. Dora rushed into the room. “Take her! I’ll handle him.” Shuri’s attention now lie on the groaning man on the floor. She bent down to his level, gripping him by the neck.
“I hear you like to fight women. Fight me.” Her demeanor was still calm as she spoke. Mikes face scrunched in pain. 
“Come oooon now. No way way my little weak woman blow has you out already? Big strong man. Goooriiiillaaa!” Her laugh was sinister as she placed her face close to his, scrunching her eyes in faux confusion as he tried backing away from her.
“No? Nothing? Mchht, Demethi! I was wrong about you! I thought this would be fun! But you are truly pathetic.” She picked him up by his neck walking out onto her balcony hanging his body over the side.
“No! Please!” He screamed. Grabbing onto her robe for dear life.
“Please. Please he says.” His body thrashed under the strength of the Panther. Tears streaming from his eyes. “And he’s crying? My God! This is embarrassing for you. I see why that beauty downstairs made you so insecure.”
“Please just let me go.” Shuri raised a brow smiling. “Well if that’s what you want.” Panicked gasps left his lips as Shuri pretended to drop him. “Nononono! GAAHD!” 
“You should be more specific with your requests Michael.” She held him a bit further over the edge. “I’ll tell you what. I’m going to go ahead and take my lady off your hands. You obviously can’t don’t no what you’re doing, so she’s mine now baby boy.”
“I honestly couldn’t have done it without you. All of the odds were in your favor, you had the power to make her never want to see me again. But you were negligent with a prize. Intimidated by her value. You brought her right back to me. And for that….” She pulled him up throwing him to the ground infront of her. “I’ll let you live. You are of no threat to me, and you can watch her be treated like the queen she’ll be.”
“The me before would have thrown you from the balcony, gutted you, and fed you to the lions. But I’m better now. And I’ll admit. I lied. This was fun. Now get out of my house.” Mike scrambled to his feet. Piss staining the front of his pants, bleeding from the side of his head as he rushed past Shuri, while she followed him out. 
“Ikumkaziwam!” A Dora called out as they reached the top of the stairs trying to get Shuri’s attention. “Give me a moment to see him out of my home.”
“Y/n was hit by the bullet my Queen.” Instantly it felt as though the walls started to close in on her. Everything started to move in slow motion. The front doors opened and in ran your mother and your sister right as Shuri gave Mike a swift kick causing him to tumble down the stairs
“Where’s my sister?! Where’s my fucking sister?!” Mike reached the bottom of the stairs and Dani was on him immediately. 
“You been putting your hands on my sister nigga! You shot my sister!” She screamed and threw punches to the unconcious man’s face. Your mother tried to pull Dani off of Mike but she was relentless. Shuri snapped out of her shock long enough to get to Dani pulling her off of him. 
“He’s out Dani! He’s gone! Let me take you to your sister!” Dani pulled and tugged against Shuri trying to get herself out of her grip and Shuri let go. Dani snatched away, turning to Shuri placing a finger in her face. 
“Don’t fucking touch me! This shit is on you!” She turned. “Somebody take me to my sister!” A Dora stepped in leading Dani to where you were. 
“FUUUUUUUUCK!!!” Shuri yelled falling to her knees in tears. 
“Pick yourself up little girl.” The voice of your mother came from over top of Shuri.
“I-I’m sorry.” Your mother shook her head. “Danielle is upset and irrational. You have nothing to apologize for. You know that.” Shuri sniffled.
“Yes mama I know.”
She bent to Shuri’s level grabbing her chin. “All you’ve done is love my baby. And you would never cause her harm. That’s why I called you to come get her. I knew you were ready. You’re not here for Dani or anyone else. You’re here for y/n. So get up.. and go be with her.” Shuri nodded standing to her feet. 
Shuri entered the medical area of her lab inside of the house. She’d thrown on some sweats and a tshirt and rushed to your side. Bruno, your mom, and sister all surrounded you as She approached, seeing you lying unresponsive an open wound to your belly. “I’m sooo sorry sthandwa. I’m going to make this right. I promise.” She whispered standing over you, a sob breaking from her lips.
“Oh yea? And how do you plan on doing that?” Your sister glared at Shuri across from her. “Dani, now isn't the time for this.” Your mother interjects. “Then when is the time!? She shouldn't be here! Standing here acting hurt like she didn't cause my sister just as much pain as Mike did! It may not have shown up physically but you did just as much if not more damage and you couldn't fix that. So just how the fuck do you think you’re gonna fix this your highness!”
Your mother opened her mouth prepared to intervene, only to be interupted by Shuri. “Dani, I’m aware of what I did. I’ve received my karma everyday i had to wake up with her not next to me. I don't want any trouble. Your sister has forgiven me. And I hope in time you can too. Because I’m not going anywhere.”
The room was silenced. The Queen had spoken. She held onto your hand. Leaning down to whisper in your ear.
“It’s time to get up baby. This isn’t where our story ends.”
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It was approaching midnight in Wakanda as Shuri stood outside of the river tribes village. People lined the streets dancing and chanting holding there sage and torches. Her eyes were misty, as Nakia, Toussaint, Okoye, and M’Baku stood steps behind her in support
“Usisi, they are ready for you.” Nakia says placing an encouraging hand onto Shuri’s back.
Shuri walked forward, watching her people celebrate the woman she loved. Tears finally fell as she thought back on all the time she’d wasted. The years the two of you could’ve spent had she not hurt you. The memories lost. You had always been a beckon of light for her, even when she couldn’t be near you. Your mere existence had brung her hope. Whether you knew it or not, you were the reason for the difference Shuri had made in the world. You’d made an immutable change in her life and she would forever be grateful. As Shuri reached the end of the alter she was met with the Elders.
“Ikumkazi wam, come.” The Merchant tribe elder stepped forward beckoning Shuri to her.
Shuri stepped forward and turned towards the crowd. 
“Citizens of Wakanda, I Elder of the merchant tribe present to you Queen Shuri Udaku the Black Panther.”
Shuri gave her warriors salute and kneeled before the crowd. Their arms crossed over there chests in Salute to their Queen. The elder stepped aside, welcoming you and your family as you stepped forward in your traditional Wakandan garb.
“Heavy is the head that wears the crown.”The elder speaks up. “Tomorrow you will bare that weight, once conjoined  with our beloved Queen and Panther. Today her shoulders are strong, mighty. As a gracious gift from bast runs through her veins. But she will not always carry the strength of the Black Panther. Tonight we test your willingness to bare the weight with your lover.”
Another elder steps forward handing you a wooden bowl with a deep iridescent purple liquid. 
“Now my dear you will place this to your loves lips and strip away the powers of the Black Panther.” Slowly you walk up to Shuri who gave you a reassuring smile.
“Will it hurt?” You say concern filling your voice. Shuri looks up to you.
“My love, you don’t need to be concerned for me. I will be fine.” She reaches out squeezing your hand reassuringly. 
With that, you place the liquid to her lips and she sips. 
It immediately takes effects, veins poping from her forehead and neck, her teeth clenching, and brows furrowing. The people closed their eyes bouncing their shoulders to beat of the drums as Shuri groans in agony. As fast as it started it was over. She gave herself a second and stood to her feet, as the girl you met in your dorm several years ago. She’d grown her hair back. Once again rocking the curly top that you loved so dearly. Love filled her gaze as she took your hand. This was who you loved Not the Queen of Wakanda, not the Black Panther just Shuri. 
She led you forward as the dancing and chanting began to start again your families combining behind you as she led you to the river. The two of you stopped at the edge the water, it tickling the tips of your toes before you turn your heads locking eyes adoringly before Shuri nods her head in reassurance. Together the two of you step into the water submerging yourselves in the blessed water. 
People came, baring gifts of fruits and herbs to anoint your union as the full moon reached its peak. The Elders reached their hands out to you praying for the success of your marriage and reign as Queens of Wakanda.
You leaned forward, foreheads touching as Shuri’s hands snaked around your waist, your arms wrapped around her neck. And you heard her sniffles.
“They’re here Shuri. They’re watching. And they are proud.” She lifted her head allowing herself to be proud.
“I’m so exited to live the rest of my life with you bambo’lwami.” Your smile gave the moon a run for its money. 
“I’m so glad you said yes.”
Shuri believed in the green light, the orgasmic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter- tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther ... So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
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˗ ˏˋ eye contact. | college stu au
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shuri x blk!fem!reader | fluff! | drabble
summary : just a little eye contact with a pretty girl, what that can lead to? (Description of being madly in love)
a/n : just something I think about while listening to this song 🤭
Your focus was on the professor’s voice, his words on explaining the human anatomy. Fingers typing on your keyboard to drop down the notes on your laptop, then your gaze slowly went back to the professor.
It has always been like this, never a distraction was caused. There’s only 3 things will get your attention during class, which is the professor, your laptop, and maybe some documents on the table. Never caring about the people in the same room as you.
But this girl with short curls, sharp jawline, and a tall figure seemed to made an exception. Whenever the professor seemed to ask a question, she’ll answer in with full confidence, and later on, get it correct.
You sat by at a cafe on campus, studying for your finals. But your mind doesn’t want to put the attention on it, instead, it started wandering over that girl in class. You groaned in frustration, taking your glasses off hoping you could focus.
And failed. You even start to suspect do you like her, but all you know from her is that she’s a beautiful woman. That’s not worth to be a distraction from class, and again, you tried to find your ways back to focusing on your studies.
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As usual, you show up to class, pay attention, and do what a student would do.
Putting your full attention on the professor’s words, as you try to understand how he explains everything. There it goes again, the girl. Your gaze slowly move from your laptop screen, to her, sitting in the next row.
Whats surprising is that she seemed to notice your gaze, and she seemed to been staring at you for quite a while. Her beautiful brown eyes, her face originally in your direction, immediately changing the moment you decided to take a glance at her.
Her side profile now displays, as her eyes started to scan at random objects. Taking a pen, and looking at it like it’s her first time discovering about a pen. She looks at it like it’s a beautiful and precious diamond.
You started blushing slightly, and you place a hand to cover your smile while you lean back to chuckle softly at her reaction. Your heart was fluttering, blossoms were blooming in your stomach, butterflies dancing in your heart. You tried to hold in your soft smile and went back to the class, but oh, how hard is it when those few seconds of eye contact literally became a core memory to you.
Your gaze started to slowly go back to her, she was grinning like an idiot. Her face resting on her palm, as her gaze maybe on the laptop screen, but she seems like she was thinking of something.
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Class ended, and what you’ve learnt? nothing, but realised the seemingly cocky girl could also blush. You may had learnt nothing, or understood anything during class, but at least you did share a few seconds of eye contact with that beautiful girl right?
But what comes next to is unexpected, you were packing to leave the classroom, but she approached you, oh that soft and raspy voice.
“Hey…I’ve been noticing you in class for a few times, and you’re really beautiful.”
beautiful?
You giggled sweetly, and moved around in your seat, as you look up at her through your curls,
“you’re really beautiful too.” When you open your eyes from the small laugh to look at her. She literally lost her focus while holding the eye contact with you, your pupils were reflecting a sparkly light, your lips curved into a sweet smile, your long curls around your head.
“thanks…do you mind if I get your number?”
“yeah…sure” she handed you her phone, and you typed your phone number in also adding your name to the contact name. She took it back, and look at the name. “y/n?”
“mhm. well now since you got my name…what’s yours?” You showed that smile again, while looking up at her waiting for her response. There was a long pause, like really long. And that made you tilting your head and touching her forearm asking her what’s wrong.
“Oh uhm, I’m shuri.”
“Shuri…sweet name you got.”
She chuckled from that, ‘well that was hot’ you thought. Looking at her smile, as you snapped out of the trance.
“you’re so fine.”
“oh really?” You asked and giggling again, while packing your stuff. “Yeah…like hella fine.”
“I swear if you keep giving me these compliments, my heart will die from a heart attack.” You said jokingly, getting up from your seat, and the height comparison wasn’t that obvious but it was.
“Well I’m just saying how beautiful you are, is it my fault now?” She softly said, while looking at you like you’re the only girl in this world. Like you’re the pen she was looking at earlier during class. “no…never was. tell me more in the texts.” You softly said ready to leave and go for your next class, when she licked her lips and smiled at you
“text me alright?
“I sure will…y/n.”
And that’s when you left the class with a smile on your face.
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risingoftime · 1 year
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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊 | 𝖘𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝖔 𝖋𝖊𝖒!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗
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synopsis: Shuri pays a visit to Riri’s new apartment but is surprised that she no longer lives alone.
word count: 3k
warnings: smut, fingering, kimoyo bead toys, vibrating toys, dom!shuri, sub!reader, orgasm control, finger sucking, overstimulation, praise, slight hurt/angst/grief, drugged sex, marijuana use, couch sex.
note: haven’t written in a while, but I’m back now! I am slowly but surely going to get through requests, so please be patient with me ˙ᵕ˙
18+ | minors do not interact
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I set up my canvas in front of me and aligned my paintbrushes in the way I liked before lighting the spliff I had rolled earlier. I’ve been trying to get motivation, but I haven't had the easiest time finding inspiration around me since my Mother passed away due to cancer. Saying that my mom was my best friend is an understatement. At times it felt like she was all I had. I don’t have any siblings, and my Dad, I try my best not to think of him anymore. I remember crying to Riri once she returned. She hadn’t responded to my calls or messages when she got involved with the Wakandans. I understood why, but I will never forget the loneliness I felt when I couldn’t turn to my childhood best friend. If there is anyone who I can count on, it is Riri. When Riri returned, she rarely left my side. It’s the reason why we share an apartment now. We live close enough to MIT, so she doesn’t have to commute far, and my art gained a lot of following, so I opened a gallery in Massachusetts. She made money from hustling students and doing their school projects. While my gallery and custom canvases have allowed me to work and afford anywhere, I please. I took a big hit of the spliff before going on my phone to order a pizza since Riri was still at MIT working on her midterms. There was no point in waiting up for her to cook. I turned up my speakers to drown out the white noise with neo-soul, thought it would suit the vibe I’m on as I smoke and paint. I turned back towards my empty canvas, fiddling with my brush. It’s been a month, and I still couldn’t get the image of the Wakandan Princess Riri described.
I already have plenty of sketches of what I thought the Princess would look like in her panther suit, but I don’t think I’ve successfully captured the vulnerable side Riri spoke of yet. I lightly sketched an outline of her face in the top corner for reference before I decided on a pose and background. I chose the streets of Chicago to drape the backdrop, the neighbourhood I grew up in. I was centring the female Black Panther surrounded by the faceless members of the hood. I got lost in my art, utilizing my childhood memories to fill out the spaces on the canvas until I was left with the area the panther would occupy. I fiddled with my pencil as I tried to envision the stoic expression she would have.
The knock at the door pulled me away from my work. I was surprised that the pizza arrived so quickly. Tony’s Pizzeria was rarely on time, but it’s the only pizza I liked and worth the wait. I grabbed the twenty-dollar bill left on the kitchen counter and unlocked the front door to find none other than Princess Shuri. I couldn’t hide the shock written all over my face. I jolted backwards away from the door, unsure how to react.
“I’m starting to think American girls don’t like me very much. Riri had a similar reaction when I first visited her at her dorm,” she laughed.
I stood straight, still shocked that she stood before me in the flesh. Princess Shuri brushed past me to enter my apartment and closed the door to the apartment behind her. The Princess was introduced to the mess I’d made while working on my canvas. My drop cloth covered the hardwood floors, my paint supplies were strewn around my wooden stool, and my big green plants were pushed to the edges of the living room. In the distance, I could zero in on my bonnet on top of the couch. That made me spring into action, trying to tidy up the loft. She probably thinks I’m a mess! I was sure that I looked frantic as I did this.
“I’m sorry, I wasn't expecting company. Riri is supposed to come home later in the evening from her exams if that’s why you’re here.” I still held the spliff in my hand and subconsciously took another pull due to the onset of the stress of having the Princess in my apartment. I regretted doing it as soon as I blew out the smoke. “Shit, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” I aggressively fanned the smoke away. But the Princess wasn’t paying attention to me. Instead, her eyes were trained on the canvas I was working on—focused on the spot where I sketched a rough draft of her face. I felt my heart beat out of my chest from embarrassment. Could anything else go wrong?
“I was just doodling and passing the time,” I tensed in anticipation of what she will say next.
“I don’t think you got my jawline right,” she said after giving it the last few glances. I analyzed her facial features and looked back to the canvas. She was right. The Princess’s jawline was now sharper and more defined. Gone was the roundness from the old photos I saw of her in the media. As I walked towards her, I pursed my lips in response and put out the spliff in the ashtray beside my art supplies.
“You should know I’m an artist and sensitive about my shit,” I joked.
“The one and only Erykah Badu,” she smiled in acknowledgement.
“I’m surprised you know the reference.”
Princess Shuri rolled her eyes at me as a way to say, “Duh.” I didn’t know much about her outside of what Riri and the tabloids had told me, which hasn’t been much. The Princess removed her blazer to make herself comfortable and revealed her toned arms in a muscle tank. I tried my best not to gawk as I watched her grab the wooden stool and place it on the opposite side of the canvas.
“Let me be your live muse, might as well get acquainted while we wait for Riri,” she smiled.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to keep me company,” I replied.
“But I want to, and pass me that joint while you’re up” Princess Shuri nodded towards the ashtray holding my spliff.
“Wait, Princess Shuri, are you even allowed to smoke?” I asked incredulously.
“Call me Shuri, and I will be coronated as Queen soon. So technically, I can do whatever I want now.”
“Okay… Shuri” It felt odd calling her by her first name. It made me feel like we were common acquaintances instead of strangers worlds apart. I passed Shuri the spliff, and she leaned in closer to me, tilting her head up to make eye contact with me to make it easier for me to light it. I quickly retreated to my easel to shift it over and prepped my colours to begin working. I watched as she inhaled and exhaled the smoke with ease as if she’s done it a million times. But, there was more to her than meets the eye.
“What made you get into painting?” Shuri asked. Her eyes observed the numerous half-finished projects and paintings on the wall. I’ve genuinely turned our apartment into a more personal studio.
“Uhm, my art helps me process my emotions and trauma. Each canvas is a journal entry for me. When I lost my Dad, I became depressed and introverted. It was my Mother who introduced me to art through different vessels in my life. She wanted me to have an outlet where I could express myself, something to soothe my soul, as she would say.” I blinked back my tears from the memories of her, the loss still fresh in my heart.
“She sounds like a lovely woman.”
“She was,” I whispered.
I briefly peeked at Shuri and saw her analyzing me. Her eyes were sad but filled with tenderness, “I’m sorry for your loss,” Shuri said.
“Me too,” I replied.
“I guess we have more in common than we think” Shuri sighed and pulled another drag of smoke into her lungs.
It was silent between us afterwards, only the music saving us from the tension in the room. I continued to perfect her jawline, adding a darker shade to add dimension. Shuri kept shifting her head, and it was beginning to make it challenging to get a good view of her features. Finally, I set down my brush in frustration.
“You keep moving, and it’s driving me crazy. I need you to keep facing forward toward me with your head slightly tilted to the right,” I huffed.
“Like this?” Shuri began posing in numerous ways jokingly, clearly feeling the effects of the weed. I couldn’t help but giggle a bit at her goofiness. I walked towards her and gently grabbed her chin to adjust her accordingly. I stood in between her parted legs to do this. Shuri’s eyes were low and slightly red. She looked at me lustfully and slowly licked her lips. My stomach erupted with butterflies, and my nerves peaked.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked.
“What? Can’t I admire you? It’s only fair after you’ve been doing the same. I want to see why Riri sings such high praises of you.” Her gaze lowered to rake over my body hungrily. Shuri inhaled the last bit of the spliff and stood before me. Holding my chin, she blows the smoke in my mouth, lips grazing mine. I was thoroughly in a daze from my high and having her so close to me. The taste of smoke and her skin drove me crazy, craving more. She bent down and peppered small kisses as she made a trail to my neck, tracing her tongue along my neck and sending shivers down my spine. Shuri smelled sweet, like vanilla and had a hint of something else. I felt the pool of arousal in my panties as she teased me with her hands, groping and massaging my ass. I lightly pushed her off me to meet her eyes, my head spinning from how fast we were moving.
“What are we doing? we shouldn’t do this,” I stated.
Princess Shuri answered my question with her own, “You don’t want me to make you feel good?”
I paused at the forwardness of her question. If we continue, surely there wouldn’t be no turning back. But I didn’t want to stop now. I went on my toes to kiss her lips once more, slipping my tongue inside to deepen the kiss. Our tongues moved against the other. I pushed my body closer, rubbing my breast against hers. Shuri lifted me to press my core against hers and guided us to the couch. I straddled her as she ground herself against me. Shuri moaned in my mouth and bit my bottom lip. Her hands were firm on my hips as she moved me against her to keep pace with her movements. Shuri’s mouth left no place untouched. She left marks on my neck down to my breast. She was sucking and swirling her tongue as she did so.
“Shuri, please, I want you,” I moaned.
“How do you want me, princess?” she cooed.
“I want you to fuck me,” I admitted. She pushed me down onto my back so I was lying on the couch. Shuri toyed with the brim of my sweatpants, making her way down to my already soaked panties.
“You feel so good,” she mumbled against my neck and rubbed my clit in circular motions. Her fingers were slick with my juices. I rolled my waist to feel every stroke and closed my eyes to focus harder on how Shuri made me feel. I found myself getting lost in it until we heard the ringing of my apartment intercom.
“Fuck, that’s probably the pizza I ordered,” I groaned in frustration at the inconvenience of their timing.
“That’s alright. I’ll go get it,” Shuri offered.
“I don’t want you to stop and leave” I couldn’t hide the pout that formed on my face from the disappointment I felt.
“Who said we had to stop?” she asked.
Shuri plucked two Kimoyo beads from her bracket and slipped them onto the folds of my panties.“Be a good girl for me, and don’t cum until I come back.” I was confused about what she was referring to until I felt the active vibrations coming from the beads. I sat up in shock from the new wave of pleasure, my mouth slightly parted as I let out a soft breath. Shuri smirked in response and got up to retrieve her blazer.
“Don’t move,” she said sternly before turning her back and leaving me alone in my apartment. A small whimper left my mouth, and my thoughts were no longer coherent. I needed her to fuck me and relieve me from my aching desires.
I began panting desperately, trying to control my breathing to prevent the orgasm that was building within me. What were minutes felt like hours. The Kimoyo beads stroked my folds and clit in a painfully slow vibrating motion. I tried to find a position that would allow me to gain relief. However, the beads increased their vibration and speed whenever I tried to adjust them. Caressing my pussy with the utmost precision. Shuri knew what she was doing when she created these. I clenched my thighs together, but it only made things even more unbearable. Finally, the friction sent me over the edge, and I didn’t know how long I could stand. My legs started to shake uncontrollably. Yet I refused to move. I want to show the Princess I can be a good girl.
When Shuri came back, I was dangerously close to unloading, “Shuri, please, I want to cum” I cried.
Shuri enjoyed seeing her effect on me without even having to lay a finger. She slowly strolled to me after placing the food on the counter. I envisioned how I probably looked splayed open and vulnerable for her taking. My hair slightly stuck to my forehead, and my eyes rolled back in anticipation of what would come next.
“Look how wet you are for me.” her gaze was fixated on the darkened moist spot between my thighs. I was soaking through my grey pants. “I want you to beg for me,” she stated.
I pressed my lips in contemplation, unsure if my pride would allow such a thing. “Or I could just leave you like this while I help myself to your pizza,” she offered. “No, Shuri please!” She raised her eyebrows and only said, “I’m waiting.” I let out another moan as the beads did not subside or pause. My clit was overstimulated and tender to the touch.
I groaned in protest and looked into her eyes once more. “Shuri, I’m begging you. I want you to make me cum, only you, please.” I rambled in desperation for her to see how needy I was for her. I had no interest in games or toys.
“Louder.”
“Shuri, I only want you right now. I’ll do anything!”
Without hesitation, Shuri removed my clothing until I was left bare. The Kimoyo beads were drenched when we attached them back to her bracelet. Her strength and swiftness were evident throughout. Shuri watched me as she petted my entrance, playing with the sultry fluids inside my folds. Her mouth hovered over mine while she whispered, “You’re so beautiful when you beg.”
Shuri started thrusting into me, pounding her fingers in and out of me at an unmatchable pace. Shuri continued to push her long slender fingers into me, slightly curling them to hit my g-spot. The way my cunt clenched around her drove her to sweet insanity. Shuri’s eyes glazed over me, and she said, “I’ve wanted to do this ever since I first laid eyes on you.” I met her strokes with urgency making Shuri take more control over me. Her other hand fondling my breast and nipple made me cry ecstatically. Her lips returned to the side of my neck, deepening the shade of marks she had already left. I didn’t think it was possible for her to get any deeper into my gushing pussy, but she proved me wrong. At this pace, my neighbours will no doubt know what happened. My screaming moans were insolent.
“Oh yeah, keep fucking me like that. I’m so close.”
I ground my pussy against her hand, riding the swell of euphoria that came over me. It only took a few more thrusts before I arched my back and stiffened under her command. Shuri buried her face in the curve of my neck, groaning quietly. “That’s it, baby. I got you”. The tightness in my abdomen slowly declined as Shuri whispered praises against my skin. My hips faltered from exhaustion.
Once I was settled and calmed my breathing, she slid her fingers into my mouth. I licked and sucked my cum off her two fingers until all I could taste was my saliva and arousal. “let me taste you.” Shuri removed her fingers from my mouth and replaced them with her tongue. Licking the remnants from my lips.
She pulled back to smile and brushed back my curls away from my forehead. “if we don’t move now, the pizza is going to get cold,” she said.
“I don’t think I have enough energy to stand up” my legs felt weak from trembling.
“Well, you have to eat something” Shuri smirked at her double innuendo, and I almost took her up for it before my stomach growled. Perfect timing. Shuri began to laugh even harder at the sound.
“Shut up,” I smiled. For the first time in what felt like forever, a person other than Riri had been able to make me laugh.
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killmongerskeeper · 1 year
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Your Highness // Shuri // 18+
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Summary: You and Shuri can go at it whenever and wherever. She reminds you that being in public won't stop her from making a mess of you.
Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader
Warning: Shameless Smut // Fluff // Shuri is a sneaky little shit // Fingering(Reader Receiving) // Public Orgasm
Word Count: 3.3k
Author's Note: I'm done with my first ever Shuri one shot! I need a couple of gallons of water after writing this one. Shuri had me in a whole chokehold in my own fic. How sway? Hopefully the queen of Shuri fics approve. @haechvn I did my best sis XD.
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Y/N POV
You scrolled through all the document pages on your tablet as you made your way to Shuri's lab. She had been hiding away in there for the past 4 days so you decided to drag her out to clear her mind a little bit. The doors opened and you were greeted by Griot as you stalked closer to the princess. She was much taller than you but you made up for it with the puff that rests on top of your head. You sat down the tablet on a nearby table before bringing your hands to rest on her torso. 
"Hey baby." You mumbled placing a kiss to her spine. You felt her shiver in your arms as she turned her head to look down at you. 
"Hi my love. What are you doing here, I thought you had a conference to go to in the states." She questioned and you grinned while letting your hands roam. It's been a while since you had her in your arms, so you want to savor it.
"I do. But I fly in tonight. Was wondering if you'd like to tag along and go to dinner?" You suggested and she sighed.
"Baby you know I have so much to do around here." She said with a frown.
"Let Griot take over. You've been so busy and I miss having you so close to me." You muttered as another kiss landed on her shoulder.
"I don't know Y/N. I don't really have much time to relax nowadays." She said leaning into your soft kisses.
"Exactly my point. You need it." You pushed, running your hands down her thighs. She grabbed your wandering hand before turning to you with wide eyes. 
"Okay, I'll go. Enough with your roaming hands woman." She chuckled as she finally took you in her arms and kissed your lips. You rested a hand on the back of her neck as the two of you refused to part before Okoye walked into the room.
"Am I interrupting something? I can come back at another time." She smirked as Shuri pulled away from you. 
"No it's alright Okoye. I'll have her all to myself when we land tonight." You said before walking out of the lab. 
"Okay princess. I see you." Okoye jokes, causing Shuri to roll her eyes.
"What, jealous?"
"Of course not. Just never expect to walk in on Wakanda's princess with her tongue down her girlfriend's throat." She retorted before handing Shuri the files she was instructed to. 
While Shuri was finishing up in the lab you had packed a suitcase and drew yourself a bath to relax before the long trip. You let the warm water relax your muscles with a sigh as you thought about the conference taking place the next day. You heard the door open and lock before a quiet shuffling sound. 
"Bathing without me I see." Shuri grinned and you turned in the tub to face her, resting your cheek on your arm to stare up at her. Her curls resting over her eyes as she took a seat on the toilet next to you.
"You were busy. Besides, I wanted to get some relaxation before the trip." You told her and she reached down to cup your cheek. Brushing her thumb across your skin before moving down to your lips. You paid no mind to her staring until you realized how lustful her gaze became. You silently watched her as she leaned down to capture your lips in a hungry kiss. She held your jaw as your hand grabbed hold of her legs.
"You know there's room for one more. This tub is big enough." You spoke against her lips and she stood to take off her jacket as you watched with anticipation running through your bones. Once she was completely bare she stepped in the tub before pulling you in her arms. Her lips found your once more and you quickly wrapped your arms around her shoulders. You could feel your arousal gather between your honey thighs as her hands roamed your body. Without breaking the kiss she maneuvered herself behind you and you subconsciously spread your legs, welcoming her in. You sometimes forget how easily she can make you come undone with just her kisses. One of her hands slid up before clamping down on your throat. You couldn't help the moan that left you as she gently squeezed while her other hand was preoccupied with your breast. 
"Shuri-" You were cut off when she pinched your nipple, causing you to jolt while she brought her lips to your ear.
"We talked about this Y/N. What do you call me?" Her tone was firm and you shuddered against her.
"My apologies, your highness." You moaned out as she gave a sharp tug before leaving you. 
"Good girl." With her praise you leaned your head back, giving her more access to you. Her hand left your nipple before submerging under the water moving to where you craved her the most. "So wet for me, yeah."
She was teasing you and you wiggled your hips starting to grow impatient. She grabbed hold of your thigh and gave a light squeeze as a warning for your whining. "Stop whining. You wanted me to relax. I'm doing just that." Her voice held so much passion while her fingers ran over your slippery folds. Slowly. The way she stroked you had your nerves on fire. Every now and then her thumb would graze the throbbing bundle of nerves begged to be touched.
"Please princess, enough with the games." You groaned out, your body eagerly awaited her next move. 
"As you wish, my love." She mused in your ear as she finally buried a finger inside of you. Your back arched at the intrusion, but you welcomed it. The way her touch sent your nerves on fire. You humped into her hand, chasing your release as she mumbled praise after praise.
"Look at you. You're doing so good for me." She wasted no time slipping a second finger into you and your eyes fluttered closed. Your legs trembled at the sensation as you felt her fingers curl to rub a specific spot inside you.
"Fuck." You cursed before you turned your head to find her lips. 
"You're so close now. My pretty girl wants to cum on my fingers does she?" She taunted, her breath fanning against your lips. Her fingers sped up as she swallowed all your whining moans signaling you're nearing your release. Your pussy clamped down on her fingers as you came all over her hand. She chuckled in your ear before pulling out her digits bringing them in front of your face.
"We're in a bath and yet you can still see the mess you made." She said as you took that time to catch your breath. She brushed her hand over your folds and you twitched slightly. Your pussy sensitive from the finger fucking you just got from your lover. "Let's get you cleaned up shall we." Shuri took the time to bathe you as you were slowly coming down from your post orgasm bliss. After the two of you got out of the tub, you spent the next few hours getting everything you needed for this trip. Any notes, files and documents. You had your hair braided before finishing up your packing to give it a fresh look. You went through your mental list making sure you had everything you needed for your trip while Shuri gave instructions to Grio.
"Okay I think that's everything. We're both all packed." You said zipping up your suitcase. 
"Not quite. You're forgetting something." She said as she went to the dresser where she pulled out a box with a bow. "I got these for you. For our date." She handed you the box which you quickly made away with the bow. You opened the box with wide eyes and a soft gasp left you.
"Shuri!" You said in a hushed shout. "You dirty girl." You eyed the lace 2 piece lingerie with gold accents littered over the pieces. You held up the underwear to inspect it and ran your fingers across the lace.
"Thought you would look amazing in it." She told you and you bit your lip. 
"I see. Guess I was forgetting something then." You grinned as you packed the lewd clothes in your bag. 
"Now we're ready." She smiled as you grabbed your bag. You put on a tshirt and jeans while the princess rocked a purple track suit. You know you're on a tight schedule. But damn she looks good. She caught your stare before grabbing your chin.
"Like what you see Y/N?" She questioned and you swallowed some spit before fixing her collar.
"What I can't admire what's mine?" You asked and she pecked your lips.
Okoye and Ramonda greeted the two of you at the aircraft.
"Now I want you to be careful. Remember this is a business trip. No funny business." The queen said with a knowing stare as she eyed her daughter, who had a smile on her face.
"Of course, queen mother. I will make sure the princess doesn't go astray." you said and she snapped her head in your direction. 
"It isn't me she should be worried about." She said and you rolled your eyes. 
"Princess. Y/N. You two are to keep your kimoyo beads with you at all times. If anything happens or goes wrong you are to return to Wakanda with haste." You nodded and Shuri rolled her eyes. "Or Okoye will retrieve the two of you."
"Of course mother. Now we have to go now." Shuri rushed as she grabbed your hand, dragging you to the ship. As soon as the two got through the river border the ship flew on autopilot and the two of you took the chance to get some sleep. You pulled out the makeshift bed and Shuri looked at you with an arched eyebrow. 
"Don't get any ideas. It's for us to sleep until we reach our destination." You told her and she let out a loud laugh. You gave her warning eyes as you put your hair up.
"Fine. I'll allow it." She said taking off her jacket and tossing it on the bench. The two of you got comfortable and you snuggled under her arm whispering sweet nothings to each other until the two of you dozed off.
Shuri was the first to wake up and saw that your destination wasn't too far out. She turned to you sound asleep resting on her chest. She placed a soft kiss on your forehead where your baby hairs are greased down. After a few moments of silence she woke you from your slumber and you prepared to land. Soon after you made it to the hotel you were staying at. 5 star hotel, funded by Nick Fury himself. Fury being the reason you're here. 
"Fury sure does know how to extend an invitation." Shuri said as she scanned the lobby. You checked in under your alias and took the princess to your room. When you arrived you opened the door to the king suite. Shuri took one of her kimoyo beads and attached it to the wall. 
"Griot?" She called out holding your arm to keep you from completely entering the room. You admired how protective she was over you.
"No malicious threats detected princess." The AI spoke and you raised an eyebrow at her.
"Have to be sure." She shrugged as you put your bag next to the bed. "Besides I could think of a million ways to make this room more safe than it is."
"Hey! No lab talk. We're here to relax." You said with a frown and she held up her hands. 
"Okay. No lab talk. Only relax." She repeated and you shook your head.
"8:37. We made the perfect time for that date." You smiled and she nodded as she walked up to you grabbing your waist. 
"There's a restaurant not too far from here. I've already made reservations." She told you and you frowned.
"What? I travel a lot. Always one step ahead of you love." She grinned as you playfully scoffed. 
"Alright then, we should be getting dressed then." You said kissing her cheek. "Shall I wear the gift you gave me?"
"Of course. Even though it'll just be on the floor afterwards." She smirked and you felt your face heating up. You went to the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. The bra held your breasts so securely and even gave them a little lift. The panties were nothing short of innocent. Covered everything except maybe a little bit of the curve of your ass. 
"Cheeky princess." You muttered as you slipped the black dress over your curves, thick fabric covering the provocative pieces you had underneath. Once you were done with your makeup, you stepped out of the bathroom before coming to a stop. Shuri stood before you in a black blazer with black dress pants. 
"Damn. Looking good." You said as your mouth went dry and she grinned before putting the kimoyo bracelet on her wrist. 
"I can say the same for you." She said, eyes racking up and down your figure. You grabbed your clutch before reaching for her hand. 
"Come, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I believe we have a reservation." You smiled at her as the two of you left the hotel room. The restaurant wasn't far from the hotel so it didn't take too long to get there. When you arrived you looked around in awe at the decor and sheer environment of the space. Once you were seated you held up the menu looking over the variety of choices. You felt a heated gaze burning through your head and you looked up to meet the brown orbs of the princess.
"Can I help you Shuri?" You asked and she seemed a bit too quiet. You noticed her toying with her kimoyo beads and opened your mouth to speak but nothing came as you felt a warm sensation run through your body. Assuming it was the warmth from the restaurant, you paid it no mind. 
"Have you decided on what to eat yet?" Shuri asked you as she looked over her own menu. You shook your head as the sensation persisted when the waitress appeared.
"Good evening ladies. What will you have to drink tonight?" She asked, looking between the two of you and Shuri spoke up.
"A bottle of your finest red wine please." She smiled and the waitress wrote it down before walking off to the bar. 
"Are you alright my love?" She asked you, toying with her kimoyo beads again and you nodded ignoring the dull sensation. It was only then the sensation became more noticeable. Your body started to grow a little warm and you crossed your legs. Then it hit you. The sensation was vibrations coming from between your legs. Although there's nothing under this dress but-
"You did not." You said as light panic crossed your features. She shrugged her shoulders feigning confusion as the waitress returned with a fancy bottle of red wine. 
"Here you are ladies. Now what can we get started for you this evening?" She asked opening the wine and Shuri's eyes flickered to you with fire behind them.
"Can I have the bourbon glazed salmon?" She asked and the waitress turned to me waiting for my order after filling our glasses to the middle. Shuri had the chance to flick her kimoyo bracelet a third time and you had to uncross your legs to keep the panties from pushing against your clit. 
"Can I just have the same please?" You asked and she smiled before walking away and you finally looked Shuri in the eyes. 
"Are you serious right now?" You asked in a hushed tone trying to cover the moan that nearly slipped out and she smirked. 
"Whatever do you mean Y/N? We're just sitting here having a nice dinner." She stated and you closed your mouth as the vibration went up a notch. You wanted nothing more than to swirl your hips into the vibration but you had to fight that temptation. If you were behind closed doors, you would indulge in her little game and give her a show. But you're not only in the public eye, but in a crowded space. You'd die of embarrassment if someone saw you cum in a restaurant booth. 
"Shuri-" Her eyes found yours and you could see the silent warning blazing behind them and you cleared your throat. "Your highness. Please don't make me cum here."
"But you look so pretty like this. Squirming around being all needy." She gave you a dark chuckle as the waitress walked up with your plates. Something about the way she said it, made you even more wet than you already were. You lowered your head so your braids would fall and cover your face to protect the little dignity you had left. "You ladies, enjoy! Anything else I can get for you?"
"No thank you. This will be all for now." Shuri spoke calmly as if she wasn't on the verge of making you cum in your seat. The waitress looked over at you and you gave the best smile you could muster up and she fell for it before walking over to another table. 
"Please stop." You moaned softly as you covered your face when your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
"Why when you seem to be enjoying this more than I am?" She questioned as she began to cut into her salmon. You couldn't call her bluff, because it was obvious you were enjoying yourself. But you wouldn't admit that to her. It'll only stroke her ego. You felt the coil in your stomach tighten as your release neared. You shifted your hips slightly and wanted to just get it over with. "If you want to cum so badly just let go. No one is stopping you." She touched her kimoyo beads one last time and you swear you could see stars. 
"I want to see my pretty girl cum. Go ahead." Her full attention was on you now and that was enough for the coil to snap. You groaned softly into your hand as you cum in your panties. Legs squeezing together as if to soften the blow. Luckily no one turned to look at you as you rode out your organsm. She held the most satisfying grin on her face when she reached down to turn the vibration off. Your body went slack as she continued to eat her food. You caught your breath before sitting up straight to brush your sweaty palms on your dress. You grabbed your cup and downed your wine in a couple of sips. Your eyes found hers and she still held a burning fire behind them. Letting you know that your night was far from over. You finally began to eat without another word and the waitress found your table when you completed your meal. Shuri paid the check and you grabbed the bottle of wine off the table as the two of you left the restaurant. You could still feel your arousal between your thighs the entire ride back to the hotel. 
"What, are you mad at me now?" She asked in an amused tone and you scoffed. 
"That was the most embarrassing thing to have ever happened. What if someone saw me?"
"No one saw you, baby. I promise you." She laughed and you crossed your arms. "Okay I'll make it up to you when we get back to the room. I'll make you feel so much better for doing so good for me." She squeezed your thigh and you couldn't help but bite your lip. 
"After that stunt you better." You mumbled and she brought you hand to her lips. 
"I will. I can promise you that."
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niyahwrites · 7 months
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Seduce you.
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pairings: Shuri Udaku x Riri Williams x Black fem reader
synopsis: reader, who is in a failing marriage with her husband, lack of energy and sexual contact, finds her pleasure and fulfills her needs else where.
warnings/contents: car sex, thigh riding, face riding, torso riding, rough sex, spitting in mouth, infidelity from reader, reader is downright nasty, seven year age gap, Riri is aged up to like twenty-three, both Shuri and Riri are engineers, switch reader and switch Riri, orgasm denial, orgasm play, and exhibitionism kink (i think this is all) oh and pain kinks. reader is pushing thirty in this
taglist: @inmyheadimobsessed @oceean @sapphicvqmpires @daniphantom1 @shurislover @bellaallebbella1 @s0lam3y (comment to be added!)
authors note: this is a sneak peak, i can’t even believe i’m the author. Anyways, surprise! this is just to show y’all I am in-fact in the studio and that I do see those requests. Italics mean flashbacks
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Your legs laid parted on your duvet, knees brought up closely to your chest and arms folded underneath your head. Your lips remained pursed and eyes wide opened, irises occasionally rolling back in annoyance.
Your husband’s head rested between your thighs and his hands painfully dug into the meat of your thighs. His nails, which you asked countless times to be cut, scratched and pulled at your tender skin.
You were sure unwanted abrasions littered your unblemished skin and it drove your aggravation to a T. You would’ve never thought you would be sitting here, faking the tremors in your legs and the bland moans that fell from your lips.
The pink muscle that resided in his cavern was no longer familiar to the pearl that laid cold and untouched. It didn’t throb cause he knew how to circle it, it didn’t throb cause shit was feeling that good.
It throbbed from the lack of pleasure it received. His tongue continued to lick your smooth lips, he didn’t even attempt to find your clit or grace your pearl. This shit was pathetic. On your cue, your legs clenched around his head and your eyes fluttered closed.
With a practiced lip parting and sharp inhale, you moaned lowly and tossed your head back. You just faked your second orgasm for the night. Oh how you couldn’t wait for him to leave so you could dig in your nightstand and grab your pink vibrator.
A shame that a human couldn’t even jump to the level of a fucking toy. Your husband, Trell smiled smugly against your thigh as he slid up your frame. His lips remained ticked up into a smirk while you just sat downturned. “Feel good?”
No. His hot breath trickled your cold legs as he pulled himself to stand up straight. With a slow nod and a fake smile, you closed your eyes and pulled the covers over your nude frame. Had you been sober, this probably wouldn’t even be happening.
Two shots of hennessy and three shots of Patron fucked up your mind and had you leaving the club doing things you would never.
Hence why you laid unsatisfied by the bland nigga you called a husband. “I would stay but I gotta get to work, scan’s project due tomorrow.” You tuned out any words he said after his soft huff. To be completely honest, there wasn’t much you cared about when it came to him these days.
“Always work..” You muttered, lips pulled up into a sly snarl but even then he didn’t catch it. He never did. Either he was just blind, or ignored it to protect his own feelings. Work work and more work, he left you unattended, it almost seemed as though you were being ignored.
As he left to walk into the bathroom, you released a soft huff. The gesture flaring your cheeks before they deflated and you laid in your soft bed with your ears ringing in silence. You weren’t sure if the higher power hated you or you hated yourself.
Life was supposed to be good. You had a man, you had a fat diamond sitting on your left, fourth finger with a band to match, you had a nice house on the hill and hell you even had a cadillac. Vacations have never been foreign to you and neither has the word ‘yes.’
Yet, something was missing. You had everything a woman could possibly dream of at the raw age of twenty-nine, yet you laid in your bed miserable after some pathetic head. Seriously, it couldn’t be that hard, maybe some soft touching, teasing to toy into the roleplay.
Add a bit of dirty talk here and there along with what they call ‘bedroom’ eyes to get your spouse in the mood and then boom, get in that cat. Your husband failed horribly every single time. Who could focus on the heat between their thighs when a nigga had claws digging into your flesh?
You couldn’t, and you wouldn’t.
Your eyes fluttered closed briefly before opening reluctantly to roam around the room. A red bandanna sat on the back of your chair with a small diamond encrusted link that draped across the scarf.
A set of rings laid across your vanity,one with a tiny cross engraved in its silver glory, one with an S in the inside and one with two letters.
R.W
Those weren’t your belongings. None of them were. That neatly folded bandanna with the signature link draped over it hadn't belonged to you. It belonged to her. Those rings weren’t yours. They belonged to them.
Like magic, a jovial smile settled on your slick lips and you cradled the warm sheets to your chest. bingo.
You just found your excuses for getting out of the house for the night. You glanced over to the white door that stood closed, the sound of running water emitted from behind it.
It didn’t take long for that familiar throb in your core to spread throughout your whole again. The electrifying course leaves a wake of goosebumps along your covered thighs and arms.
Your gaze averted from the silk scarf and jewelry, to the white bathroom door that was closed. With a soft sigh, you rose from your soft bed and cascaded over to your vanity.
The cream colored leather of the chair cooled your buzzing fingertips, your hand dragging across the chair hesitantly. It was nerve wracking to even attempt to get yourself off for being the mistress of two women.
Woman whom you shared a seven year stretch of age with.
Women whose minds were fresh in the maturing stage while yours had been developed and ready for a new set of tens. Your mind spun until it was in a haze and your tongue darted out to lick your wet lips as you lifted the cool metal of Shuri’s ring.
The silver band cooled the softness of your knuckles and sent a subtle chill down your frame. Your other hand stretched out and grabbed the red bandanna from its spot on the chair and smoothed your fingers over it.
The red fabric welcomed a sense of tranquility that spilled over your tense shoulders. Your eyes flickered over to the closed door once more before it was gazing back at your reflection in the glowing mirror.
You stood bare, nipples erect and peaked from the cold air. You rolled your head to the side, eyes flickering over the fading hickies that graced the side of your neck and under your jaw.
The hickies trailed down the side of your neck, and the cusp of your breast until they made their journey underneath your breast.
Your husband's name permanently engraved in your brown skin on the side of your hip shared a visible reddening mark. It was fresh. Four days ago to be exact.
You even had some on the inside of your thighs, but there were so many you didn’t know who made who. Until you saw the brownish bruises that wrapped around your hips; it almost looked painful but damn.
Just the sight of the pleasured abrasions sent a reeling throb between your legs and furrowed your eyebrows. Your eyes fixated back on the red fabric that sat in your palm and your fingers closed in on it.
Without further though, you spun on your heels and made your way back to your bed with the duvet twisted to the side. You fell back onto your cold sheets with a soft huff and laid your head back on your pillow.
The ends of your braids brushed against your clavicle, tickling the curve of your breast and caressing your peaked nipples with every move. Your fingers trailed down the side of your neck, soft fingertips dragging along your supple flesh until it reached your right breast.
Nipples hardened and erected, slick collecting between your legs and coaxing your inner thigh, your fingers clamped gentle around your nipples and twisted. A sudden jolt waved through you and forced your eyes to screw shut and lips part to release a breathy moan.
A heavy throb tortured your heated sex as the coolness of Shuri’s ring rolled around your sensitive buds. Your legs clenched, searching for a friction to ease your immense arousal, the ring gracing your middle finger continued it’s assault on your nipple.
Your dazed mind, running in circles around them imagined those kisses Shuri liked to leave, rough bites on the inside of your thighs and bottom of your torso. Your legs pushed so far to your chest until it was deemed almost uncomfortable.
Your mind warped around its delusion of Riri’s fingers pinching and twisting your nipples until they hurt.
Until they would hurt so damn good.
That drove you to pinch your harder and it forced a soft whimper from your bitten lips and a harder throb between your legs. You pushed that hand down further while the other fisting the bandanna took its place, the red fabric dancing over your sensitive nipples.
The finger holding Shuri’s ring eased down your wet folds and pushed them apart to reveal your soaked core and hardened pearl. Your legs spread wider and your fingers delved downward until they rested comfortably at your pulsating entrance.
Fingers curled harder around your nipple, bandanna tickling your tattooed sternum and dropping over your whole breast. Your fingers bulged against the scarf as you toyed with your breast the same way she would.
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Riri’s eyes fluttered closed, her hips rocking harder against your thigh as her lips littered hot, open mouth kisses around your pretty mounds. Her hands cupped them so delicately as if she would grip any harder, she would hurt you.
She sat shameless in your lap, humping your wet thigh, lips locking around your nipple while her free hand choked you. That same hand tilted your head back with a slight push and her thumb prodded at your lips.
Riri’s eyes fluttered open and stared into your eyes, her eyes round and wide and her lashes were clumped from tears. Tears you caused from her overstimulated clit swiping across your tensed leg. Slowly, your lips parted and welcomed her thumb into your hot cavern, tasting yourself on her.
Shuri sat behind you with her slender fingers so deep in your cunt you felt her scratch your guts. She had been whispering something into your hot ear but you couldn’t hear. Not when Riri was looking at your the way she did, nor could you focus when she let out a deeper moan with every clench of your thigh.
Shuri’s fingers curled and stroked that fuzzy spot nestled deep in your core and your walls spasmed around each ring wrapped around her fingers.
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“Oh fuck.” You were quite loud but you didn’t care. There wasn’t a single thought in your head about anything other than The queen and the young genius. Your finger pushed past your clenching hole with a soft and slow approach.
Your hips drove further in the bed and your back arched, sheets sticking to the curve of your ass from the moist sweat that clung to your skin. Beads of sweat formed along the crown of your head and your hand that once resided over your breast now flew to force your legs back open.
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Shuri locked her gaze on your appearance in the mirror. She sat on the hood of her black BMW F5 F90 freshly washed, lights from her garage casting a pretty glow over the cars exterior waxing. There was a particular shine underneath the three of you, specifically the slick emitting from both you and Riri.
She saw your head resting on her relaxed shoulder, hole sucking her fingers in so greedily she almost came from just the sight. Her eyes then ran over Riri’s frame with your hand gripping Riri’s ass cheeks and spreading them as said girl vigorously rode your thigh like a slut.
Shuri’s slut.
Shuri sped up her fingers, her wristing knocking against your already sore clit and the silver band she wore chilling your wet folds.
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Your eyes damn near rolled to the back of your head when your walls clenched around the three of your fingers and clamped down around Shuri’s ring. Your jaw fell slack and your thighs trembled– threatening to fall down from such numbing pleasure.
Your free hand came up and gave you the opportunity to bite down on the flesh of your forearm when your orgasm tilted you over the edge. Small, crystal tears collected at the corner of your eyes and smeared your eye liner to rest further on the apple of your cheeks.
With your teeth biting on your arm so hard it’ll leave a ring, thighs convulsing and trembling, chest heaving as you fought for air and your sweet release, you came so hard that small and blurry stars clouded your vision.
Your stomach tightened and your back arched deeply from the powerful crash of your orgasm raking through your cunt and brushing over your sweat slicked form. Your hand yanked away from your quivering sex as another accidental orgasm raked through you in heat waves.
You could barely calm down before your phone dinged with a text message you missed from an hour ago. As you grabbed your burning phone and read the message, the shower stopped and your husband called your name out.
‘Still need that oil change, ma?’
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killmongerskeepermain · 10 months
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What's Your Favorite Scary Movie // Shuriri // 18+
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Pairing: Ghostface!Shuriri x Fem!Reader 
Warning: Mentioned Death // Violence // Blood // Fluff // Angst // Attempted Robbery // Guns // Murder // Smut // Threesome //  
Word Count: 5.6k
A/N: I started over SO MANY TIMES. Felt like it wasn’t right or something was off but I am happy with how this one turned out. Sorry for making yall wait but here is the Ghostface crossover fic as promised. Not proofread so forgive the errors.
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When you first saw them, they were in the middle of one of their nightly outings. You shouldn’t have been there. You were supposed to meet some friends for a movie. But you just had to be stupid as fuck and try to help a woman who had ran into you. She was bleeding, scared, and disoriented. You would think she ran from a car accident or something. She held onto you while sobbing as you tried to calm her down. "Hey let's go ahead and get you to a hospital okay. You look like you've been hit by a car." You rubbed her shoulders making sure you didn't brush over any wounds. "What's your name? Where did you come from?" She cried into your shoulder before wiping blood off her cheek. "Anita. I was coming from a party and they started chasing me. Stabbed me." She was starting to become hysterical and you brushed her hair down. "Who chased you?' You said as a figure stepped out of the shadows. "We have to run!" She screamed out pulling you behind her as you navigated through the park. The figure was ducking through the trees and you went ahead of her as she started to slow down. You took the lead and ran ahead with her hand in yours. You could see the street ahead and smiled. "Come on, we're almost there." You couldn't wait to get to safety. Just as you passed through the gate the woman was snatched away from you with such force you nearly tripped up. The woman locked eyes with you and you can see the fear swimming in her brown eyes before she was stabbed in her stomach. You wanted to scream but couldn't. The scene in front of you had you frozen in place. The knife was yanked out before they stabbed her again, this time you can see the life fade from her eyes. You should run. Dropping her body they turned the mask in your direction and you felt glued to your spot. Your eyes flickered from the figure to the now dead Anita on the ground. The masked figure gave a small nod and you frowned in confusion. Get up and run. You jumped to your feet and booked it into the street. Running down the sidewalk you kept your eyes forward trying to get to your house. It's right there. Dashing up the steps you grabbed your key and went for the doorknob but the silence behind you had your hair on your neck standing straight. Your thoughts cut short when your head was tilted back as a rag was put over your mouth and nose. You reached back while your legs kicked in the air, trying your best to get out of their iron grip. "Relax, pretty girl." And just like that you were out like a light. 
When you came to you were in a bedroom with your hands and feet tied together. Pulling at the restraints you silently cursed as it didn't budge. This is not happening. The door slowly opened and you saw the mask. You leaned further into the headboard and watched them as they set the knife down on the small table. "You good. I won't hurt you." 
"What do you want with me? Why didn't you kill me at the park?" You couldn't help the questions that rolled off your tongue as they made their way closer to you. "Hate to break it to you ma, but you was in the wrong place at the wrong time. What was a pretty thing like you doing alone at night. You ever watch the news? Ever watch scary movies?" They said with a distorted voice and you felt a shiver run down your spine. The mask was lifted high enough for you to see their dark lips and you held your breath. "Use your words ma. It’s rude to not answer a genuine question." They stated in a light tone and you sighed. You waited anxiously as they took the mask completely off their head and your shoulders fell. She was gorgeous. And also dangerous, but you can’t knock her looks. You were sure your eyes were like saucers as she approached you. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna hurt you. As long as you don't try anything." You shrunk back into the headboard not knowing what else to do. You wanted to try and escape but with your feet tied together it wouldn't do you much good. She was so ruthless and dangerous when she killed people. She has blood on her hands but yet she spoke so softly to you. Inviting. As if she was afraid you'd despise her. "You're the one going around killing people?" Your fear must've been written all over your face because she was trying her hardest to stay calm. “Nothing gets past you huh pretty?” If you were in any other situation your heart would flutter but she just killed someone AND kidnapped you. You held your hard stare before you gave a small tug on your restraints with a sigh. "This necessary?"
"For now yeah. It was the only way she was gonna let you stay here." You frowned up and looked at the girl. "She?" Riri nodded her head as she walked to the side of the bed. You felt uneasy but did your best to look as calm as possible. "Never been kidnapped before." You mumbled trying to make subtle conversation. You caught her stare and saw a slight glint of worry in her dark eyes. "It ain’t personal. You saw us. Got to make sure you won't say anything to anybody. Wouldn’t want you getting hurt." 
"So she's awake? She better be with how much trouble we just went through for her." A voice called out and you looked behind Riri to see a taller woman leaning on the doorframe wiping her hands with a paper towel. Your stare glued to the red stains. She was a bit thinner but she looks like she could snap you in half if she wanted to. You were sure she was the one that grabbed you. Her curls fell over her eyes but you were sure she was looking right through you. Her accent made it known that she wasn’t from around here. You wanted to seem tough but you stuck in a room with two bitches that kill people. “This is my partner. Wish I coulda introduced yall on a lighter note.” You didn’t miss how she sized you up before a scoff left her lips. “This is her? The one who almost got away. Bast are we getting sloppy?” She slowly approached you before grabbing your chin. “Just because we left you alive doesn’t mean you’re out of the woods. So for your sake you better be on your best behavior.”
A couple hours have passed since you’ve woken up and you've still been kept in the dark on what they were planning to do with you. If they were gonna kill you, you’d like to know. There was a small knock at the door and you sat up quietly. Riri popped her head in the door and your palms started to sweat. "You still looking at me like imma stab you or some shit."
"Like you did ole girl at the park? I'm scared aight. Pretty sure I can be, you’ve killed people." You stated as the other woman walked in shortly after. "She has a right to be afraid. After what we did to those people. I would be too if I was in her position." You winced at the playfulness laced in her words as you watched the two carefully. "Please. I don’t have time for you acting like that.” You were sure she was toying with you at this point. Making you feel uncomfortable on purpose. “Shuri-” A name slipped off her tongue and the three of you sat in silence. The girl noticed her mistake and looked at her partner. “Look, we can only go forward from here. She’s here. Right now. It’s either you get over it or we send her back. Where she could potentially call the cops. The choice was made and now here we are.” You watched the two go back and forth not really knowing if it's your place to say anything. "Why do you think Riri left you alive hm?" She tilted her head and for the first time in this conversation you locked eyes with her. 
"I honestly don’t know. I’m just trying to stay alive here. If I upset you, I’m not doing it on purpose." You tried to level with her but she shook her head. You rubbed your hands down your dirty jeans and she scoffed. 
"You don't have anything to be afraid of. She made sure I knew you were off limits. So I can't kill you. But that doesn't mean I can't harm you." She pulled your chin up so you were looking her in the face. "Shuri-" The taller woman ignored her partner and continued to intimidate you. "You have become a thorn in my side the second we brought you back here." 
"Likewise." You mumbled and she raised an eyebrow. 
"So you do have a little bark in you." She smirked and you balled your fists. "You look like you want to say something. So say it."
"You seem to already know. So why should I?" You scowled and she grabbed the back of your. "Do not forget who you are talking to. I can rip your life away from you in less than a second." For a split second you saw the darkness in her eyes and you felt anger crawl up your spin. "Yo Shuri what the fuck! Let her go." Riri shouted, running to free you from the woman's grip. "Shuri, please calm down. We aint kids no more use your damn words."
"She shouldn't be here." Shuri spat as she ignored Riri's attempts to calm her down. You had enough at this point. You didn’t care if they stabbed you to death or slit your throat. You did NOTHING wrong. "You can talk to me any kind of shit way but when I bite back it’s a problem. What’s the matter, can’t handle what you dish out princess?” You spat before she grabbed her hunting knife off the table. You staggered a bit but refused to back down. You are too deep in the argument to back away now. She swung once but you back away so her next bet was to tackle you to the floor. You brought a hand to the back of her head, grabbing a fist full of curls. She brought the knife up and you used your free arm to cover your chest and neck. “Shuri! Ease up!” Riri ran up to grab her arm before the taller woman swung back. Riri dodged just in time before the blade made contact with her neck. Her eyes grew wide in shock before you felt Shuri’s anger disappear. “Shit. I’m sorry usana. I didn’t mean to snap at you.” She got off you, dropping the blade to cup Riri’s cheeks. You watched the exchange in silence before getting to your feet and walking out of the room, leaving the two alone. Riri came to you to apologize on Shuri's behalf sometime after but everything she was saying went in one ear and out the other. You had completely disassociated yourself. She saw you made no effort to speak and let out a sigh. The look on your face. She’d seen it before. When Shuri found out her mother had passed it's like everything else didn't matter. She wouldn't eat or sleep. Riri was the first to notice how you shut everything out. You just sat there and slept. And Shuri has been gone for the past 3 hours. The younger girl waited for Shrui to return and jumped to her feet when the door was pushed open. 
"Hey." Shuri locked eyes with her before setting her gear on the table. "Hey. How's um.." 
"She still hasn't said anything. You really freaked her out earlier. You can’t be snapping on people like that.” Shuri leaned on the counter with her head down as Riri reamined in her spot. “I know. I know.”
“Look Shuri, I think we're good to take her back home." 
"Out of the question."
"Shuri.."
"She was on the security footage from that night. The last person to see that woman. Alive. The police have swarmed her home. Checking everything inside and out. With her not being that for so long they're ready to pin it on her." Now she cares? You listened in on their conversation since Riri mentioned you going home but Shuri had a point. You'd be sent to jail on sight. The police force for this town was more of a 'act now ask questions later' kinda setup. "She has to stay here. You said it yourself, just till things calm down." Shuri left a lingering kiss to Riri's lips before she walked down the hall without another word and Riri looked back at the closed door separating you. On the other side you couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace. Shuri was right. You’d have to stay for awhile, a few more days at least. Taking a seat on the bed, you fiddled with your nails when the door opened. Riri walked around to face you with a blank stare. "Hey ma. Listen, I’m sorry about her, but unfortunately you can't go home just yet. Not if you don't want to get arrested." You didn't even flinch in response to her words and she sighed. She tightly grabbed your chin, she made sure you looked at her. Your eyes focused and went wide as she looked at you. "There's no point in sulking now. It's either you stay here with us or go back to get arrested. Which one you prefer?" You remained silent as a smirk appeared on her lips. "You need to loosen up a bit. I can help with that but you gotta tell me yes." You stared up at her with wide eyes before you took your lip between your teeth. “Promise she won’t kill me?” You couldn’t help your shaky voice as she brought her hands to your cheeks. Another voice cut in as she opened her lips to speak. “Cross my heart.” Shuri opened the door with a small smirk. You stared up at her but Riri grabbed your chin, pulling you into a feverish kiss. 
"You okay with this?" You nodded, pulling her flush against you with a soft kiss. Her hands immediately went to your waist as you fell back against the mattress. Any hesitation she held washed away as her kisses became sloppy and hot. "Then tell us what you want, let me hear how you want to get fucked?" Pulling at your pants she slipped her hand over your panties causing you to throw your head back. Riri left a trail of kisses, tongue and spit down your neck as Shuri leaned against the doorframe, watching the scene in front of her unfold. 
"Riri, fuck don't stop." You moaned out while the woman worked diligently on rubbing circles around your covered clit. Your legs spread to give her room to move when the sensation became more than a small jolt of pleasure. You urged her to go faster as she felt the wet spot she created, gently rubbing you down. "You can be louder than that. I know that for a fact." You groaned at her words before she pushed two fingers past the waistband and stroked your folds. "So fucking wet for me." She slipped her fingers inside you as her tongue dragged along your skin. You took the lead and started fucking yourself on her digits while she pulled at your shirt to reveal your gray bra. Not long after the piece was on the floor, giving Riri a chance to clasp her lips around your nipple. She curled her fingers as she sped up the pace, fucking you a bit harder. Shuri watched on as you clenched around her lover's fingers, feeling her own wetness start to pool between her legs. You took her so well. Brushing against your g spot, Riri groaned as you quickly come undone by her hand. "Fuck Ri I'm gonna come. I'm coming." You moaned as your juices spilled into her hand. She pulled away to admire the shine on her fingers before slipping on in her mouth. "You taste so fucking good." You move in for a desperate kiss with half lidded eyes, still warm and sensitive in bliss. You could taste yourself on her tongue before feeling another body beside you. You locked eyes with Shuri, tensing up before Riri tapped your shoulder. 
"It's alright. She gone take care of you too." You felt at ease by her words as Shuri leaned in to kiss your forehead. You sighed into her touch as her hand gently wrapped around your throat. Riri latched onto your pulse to keep herself busy as you fell into the passion of the kiss. "I’m sorry for earlier. I didn’t mean to scare you." Riri groaned against your skin before repositioning against the headboard. She brought her hands up to cup your breasts while Shuri pulled your panties down your legs painfully slow. "Will you forgive me Y/N?.”
"Trust us ma. We both know how to treat a lady." Riri added as she spread your legs. Gently tilting your head back to plant a hungry kiss to your lips. When you pulled away Shuri nestled her own hips between your thighs. "This is why you didn't answer my question earlier?" You said as she rubbed the tip of her strap along your dripping slit. She took her time slipping into you causing you to wince from the slight burn of her stretching you out. This one will take some getting used to. She was halfway inside before she grabbed your chin. "Look at me. Usana." The xhosa slipped off her tongue as you stared into her dark eyes. She then took the chance to fully bury herself into your warmth. Riri on the other hand took the chance to wrap her arm around your body to find the throbbing bundle of nerves aching to be touched. "Oh my god." You moaned out leaning against Riri's now bare chest. When she shed her shirt you'll never know. "Wait. Ri let me taste you baby. Please." You whined and she gave a small nod. "When you ask so nicely. Shuri pulled out to let you maneuver until you were hovering over Riri's clothed pussy. You helped her shimmy out of her shorts before a moan left your lips as you laid eyes on the wetness dripping down her thighs. Your tongue peeked from between your lips as you gave a single lick along her slit. The moan that left her was utterly disgusting and you wanted to pull more from her. She usually never let's you go down on her. You started to lap at her pussy as Shuri ran the tip of her strap over your drooling folds. With a sudden thrust you moaned into Riri's heat, the vibrations sending her into a frenzy. The woman behind you started her own pace while you flatten your tongue and lapped up Riri's arousal. You moaned out as she grabbed your hair to use your face to chase her orgasm. You slid a finger past her walls while your mouth worked its magic.
"Fuuuuuuuuuck that's it." Shuri wasted no time pounding into you while you helped Riri with her own. You licked, spit and sucked on her pussy until you felt her clench around your finger. "She's still so pretty when she comes." Shuri joked as Riri's body went limp on the bed. You could tell Shuri was close. The toy brushed against her clit with the same intensity she was giving to fuck you. The knot was so close to coming loose. The toy pushed against your abused g spot and you felt a second orgasm creep up on you. You clenched down on her strap feeling your juices gush out over her thighs. Soon after her grip tightened over the skin of your ass and her orgasm wrecked through her. "Look at that. You're so pretty like this." Riri held your cheeks as Shuri pulled out of you. Your body went slack against Riri's chest as you took a minute to come down from cloud nine. Shuri peppered a trail of kisses down your back. "You did so good for us Y/N. You groaned in response, not being able to form words as Riri ran her fingers over your scalp. “We’re not through with you yet, beautiful.”
You pulled yourself out of your trance from last night's activities when the lightning lit up the night sky. Leaning on the counter you opened the cabinet to get a bowl down. After filling the dish with Cinnamon Toast crunch you heard your phone buzz. Your eyes lit up when you saw a certain group chat icon on your screen.
Shuri: Didn't take you for a squirter.
You felt your face grow hot before hiding behind a pillow. 
Y/N: Neither did I but I guess you're just good with your hands. 
Riri: If you do that everytime, It'll get even better. You trying to slide through tonight?
Y/N: I can't. Got a tutoring session.
Shuri: With who? 
Y/N: That girl Tiana. Said she needed some help so she could pass her herbology lecture. But she was supposed to be here an hour ago. Idek if she's still coming.
Neither of them responded for a couple minutes and you began to wonder if something happened.
Y/N: Yall okay?
Shuri: Yeah, I had to make a call.
Riri: But she asking for help then don't show. Bitch crazy. Couldn't have been me. 
Y/N: Yeah I know you'd charge her an extra $300. 
Riri: Nah $400 just because I don't like ha ass.
Y/N: Ri! You stupid as hell 
Riri: I'm just saying. But look yall start the movie without me, imma swing by later. I need to handle something.
Y/N: Everything alright?
Riri: Yeah. The brainless jock ass thought I was playing about paying me. 
Y/N: Don't go to hard on him 
Riri: I won't ma.
You sat down your phone and put on some sweatpants before heading to the kitchen with your phone now in hand. You turned on the news and stopped in your tracks as the bright red letters urgent news caught your attention. 
"It's been 6 days since Anita Ubie was found stabbed to death just outside of Chicago's outskirts. This marks the fourth killing in the span of 2 weeks. We have suggested that everyone be cautious and the authorities have begun to set a curfew in place.
Your mind began racing over the past couple of days. It could’ve been you. But it wasn’t. There’s nothing you could do now. They brought you home so you could talk to the police and clear your own name. Thanks to Shuri it was said that a man Anita was seeing snapped and killed her when he found out she was cheating on him. You just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. You shook your head of the thought and went into your kitchen. You proceeded to put your dishes in the sink before the doorbell rang. You stood still in the middle of the kitchen, dumbfounded. You weren't expecting company at this time of night. You creeped up to the peephole and let out a sigh of relief when you saw a familiar face. You opened the door to see Tiana fixing her makeup with a man next to her. You recognized him as her sneaky link Tay.
"Bitch you were supposed to be here 2 hours ago. Alone." You sneered not to keen on people wasting your time. 
"Girl relax, I had to stop by Tay's place. I swear he can make any stress I have disappear with a good dick down. But decided at the last minute to bring him, he won't be in the way. I promise." She sighed, stretching her arms above her head as she walked in with Tay on her heels. 
"You reach out to me, saying you want a girls night. Then you wasted my time because of a dick appointment? THEN you show up here with said dick appointment. Where ya man? Cause last I heard, its sure as hell not Tay. You chuckled, closing your door. Not aware of the eyes watching the scene unfold.
"Look, he's not giving it to me the way I need it and Tay can. But that's a secret that stays between us." She frowned as you rolled your eyes. "Look, I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
"Let's just get this over with. I got shit to do. Just make sure you pay me my money when we done. Its extra for me to keep your little secret." You told her as you led the way to your living room. You took notice of how Tiana scanned the room before sitting on the couch.
"I gotchu. Maybe Tay can help you out sometime." You laughed at her offer before setting your books down on the table. "Nah. Don’t root for that team." 
"Really! I never would've thought." She said and you nodded before starting your late night study session. "Girl, what the fuck made you move all the way out here? All this land surely can be scary at night huh."
"It's alright. I tend to like being alone so it's not that big of a deal." You told her as she leaned down to grab the remote.
"Have you seen the news lately? People turning up dead left and right. Makes me not want to leave the house anymore." She stated with a shiver.
"Yeah shits wild. That's why you gotta have something to protect yourself. I always keep my pistol somewhere nearby." Your eyes moved from Tiana to Tay who seemed a little skittish. "You aight? You've been a bit jittery since you got here. I'm not going to shoot you. Not unless you give me a reason to." 
"Nah, just tired is all. Been up all day doing some yard work for a couple down the street from my house. Haven't really wound down yet." He told you but kept diverting his eyes away from you. 
"Yeah. In this heat I'm sure working all day will do it to ya. Hey I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be right back." You told the couple as you grabbed your phone and went down the hall. You hadn't noticed how Tiana burned holes in your back and entire walk until you closed the door. After doing your business you unlocked your phone to see a slew of messages from your best friend, Shuri, and Riri?
Nia: Bitch call me when you read this!
Shuri: Y/N Call me!
Nia: Bitch I know you're tutoring Tiana today. Watch yo back. Especially if she bring that bum ass nigga Tay. Streets whispering that they gone try to pull some shit on you. Saying they just robbed Jerome and his sister after she invited them over to her place. From what I'm hearing, the bitch don't like you. Please be careful. 
Riri: You said you was tutoring Tiana? Did that bitch bring somebody to yo house.
You frowned as you read the messages and cursed. You should have kicked them both out when she showed up 2 hours late with this nigga. You ran the water to pretend you're washing your hands before going under the sink for the gun you have hidden there. Sticking the gun in the back of your pants you walked out with a slight scowl. "I got to cut tonight short. We're done here."
"What but we haven't gotten to the last chapter yet."
"Yeah I'm pretty tired. Picked up an early shift tomorrow and can't afford to be late." You lied with a smile and Tiana's eye twitched. 
"Okay. We'll just have to finish another time then." She said grabbing her books. "Yeah. I'll get to you when I have an opening." She failed to conceal her annoyance as she let a sigh leave her lips. "Don't you want me to pay you?"
"On the house."
"In that case girl, I need you to hand over everything you got." Her friendly persona quickly dropped as Tay aimed a gun at you. You reached for your own and aimed back as you put distance between you and them.
"Don't fuck with me Tiana. Get the fuck out my house." You sneered as you noticed a shadow walk past the window. "Now."
"Look. I know you tight with Riri Williams. That bitch got people dropping bands to help them pass classes. Now all of a sudden yall fucking? I hear the gossip." She shouted as you began to back up. "There's a lot of students paying her Y/N. Meaning it's a shit ton of money. I just know she giving you a cut, so give it up and we'll leave."
"Bitch fuck you and your pansy ass side piece." You spat and her smile faded into a scowl. "I could always make Tay shoot yo ass hoe!"
"How many people you brought to my house?" Her expression switched to confusion for a split second and she scoffed, not even noticing your attention was on the door. "What? Why would I bring groupies to rob yo stupid ass?"
"So who the fuck is at my door?" You questioned and the two of them turned to look. You could see a figure standing there but you refused to run to check.
"How the fuck should I know? Tay tell them to come back later. We're in the middle of something." She said as Tay walked up to the door. He swung open the door to reveal someone dressed in a black cloak with a white mask. 
"The fuck. Nigga it's a little early to be dressing up for Halloween. Look at this nigga bruh." Tay laughed and Tiana giggled behind her hand. "Look bruh you gotta go. We busy right now. But when we're done, you're more than welcome to take some more of her shit. We just want the money."
"Shut yo ass up Tay. You talk too damn much." Tiana sneered as you aimed your gun at her. 
"Get. Out." She let her mask fall as fear crossed her features. Tay had the gun and he was preoccupied. 
"Tay. Shoot this bitch. We'll just take what we want and leave her bleeding out on the floor." She spat before Tay gasped. We both turned to look at the door in time to see Tay drop the gun. He sounded as if he was trying to speak but weird gurgling sounds came out instead. "Tay quit playing!" Tay turned at the sound of her voice and your eyes widened. His throat had been slit and his hand held the cut to try and stop the bleeding but to no avail. The person at the door tilted their head and you bolted up the stairs, Tiana not far behind screaming her head off. You could hear the steps of the intruder as you ran to your room. Tiana locked herself in your hallway bathroom. You slipped under your bed with your pocket knife close. The house sat silent. Not a word was said. But you could hear the slow footsteps echoing throughout the hall. Black boots stopped in front of the bathroom door and they rattled the handle. Tiana screamed for them to stop but they continued to torment the girl. That was until a voice called out from downstairs. "Tiana! Oh shit, is that Tay? Fuck- Tiana!" The intruder dashed down the hall as Devon came up the stairs. "Devon. They're still out there! They killed Tay." Tiana’s voice cracked as she cried in the bathroom. 
"What, who?" He asked, leaning into the door. "Unlock the door. There's no one out here." As the lock clicked she opened the door but the intruder chose to strike and bury their knife in his back. This one was different. Taller. Slimmer. Stronger. Devon shouted in pain as he was pushed into the bathroom. Between his shouts of pain and Tiana's screams of fear you put a hand over your mouth to silence your own sobs. Tiana slipped out the bathroom unscathed just to trip over her own feet. She crawled into your room before she was grabbed by the hair to lift her up off the floor. You locked eyes with her as the same knife that killed Tay, slid across her neck leaving a thick red line. She began choking on her own blood until she lay still on the floor. The intruders silently backed out of the room leaving you alone under the bed. Your carpet began to stain red the longer Tiana's body laid there. Moving from under the bed you quietly tried to reach the door and run yo ass up outta there. Fuck me.
You tiptoed down the steps trying to avoid tripping over Devon while searching for the masked intruder. When you reached the doorway a gloved hand reached out and wrapped around your neck and you stopped in your tracks. Staring into the dark voids of the mask you just stopped fighting and relaxed. You felt another presence behind you and looked up to see another mask. Tilting their head as they stared down at you, running a gloved finger down your neck.
"What's the matter ma, cat got your tongue?" The voice was distorted and you gave a small sigh. "Took you two long enough."
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OMG can I request a shuri x reader where reader gets hurt but refuses to worry shuri with it until one day it just gets unbearable. Idk I just nee dthe fluff fr
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⚠️ Mentions violence and injuries, no spoilers. | 🏷️Hurt/comfort, fluff. [2.9k]
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"Should you be back in my lab so soon?"
Her voice makes everything still, and not even Ayo's eyes so firmly set on you matter. Every muscle in your body is frozen, as always.
"Your majesty," you nod, and watch as Shuri makes her way inside. "I'm sorry. I know you said don't be back so soon—"
"And yet, here you are," Shuri interrupts. In under five seconds inside the room, her presence has commanded everything—from your prognosis projected from your beads into thin air, to the aura of command that so far, belonged to Okoye sitting in the corner with her legs crossed. "What was it this time?"
"Reckless abandon and, what I suspect, the desire to see a certain—" Okoye starts, only to be interrupted by you.
"Improvements." Your heart rate betrays you in the back, but Shuri's eyes are on you. "Ayo mentioned improvements. I'm always curious."
"You don't have to be curious and injured to come here," Shuri shrugs. "You're the youngest Dora in training Okoye's ever recruited. I trust you not to break things or touch anything in the lab you shouldn't."
It's not the things I'm worried about.
"Let's take a look at you." Shuri's words make you nod, solemn and tongue-tied.
As straightforward as ever. Ayo clears her throat, and says, "As I was saying, Your Highness, our dear sunshine over there thinks she's still in the ballrooms sometimes."
As straightforward as ever. Ayo clears her throat, and says, "As I was saying, Your Highness, our dear sunshine over there thinks she's still in the ballrooms sometimes."
"Ah," Okoye smacks her teeth. "You're just upset she injured herself after managing that move."
Ayo scoffs, turning around with her mouth wide open. "She almost stabbed Aneka."
"Almost being the keyword," Okoye retorts, sending you a smile that turns sour in two seconds. With her eyes set on you, her eyebrows pierce together. "Never do that again without telling me first that you'll be trying your... dance-y moves."
"Ah. So that's what it was?" Shuri asks, and you have to blink away from her eyes to be able to answer.
"Just trying out new things," you answer.
"Your 'new thing' made you dislocate your shoulder, clavicle and—Bast, how are you just sitting there?" she turns around sharply to the other Dora in the room. "How is she not knocked out in pain?"
"Drugged," both of them answer at the same time.
Your nod comes a beat too slow, and Shuri registers as she turns back to you.
"Yup." They definitely gave you something on the way in. "I am a-okay."
For the first time ever, you hear it.
Shuri laughs.
The sound freezes you again—it spells all the cells in your body, caught under an immediate trance. You only heard it before a couple of times, under different circumstances.
Under different times.
Times when Shuri was still Princess, and not Panther. Times when she had witty remarks, cheeky smiles, and middle fingers to offer to anyone willing and asking for it.
Bygones; or so you thought.
A quick, military sweep of the room — a surprising feat for your altered mind — shows you're not the only one surprised by the sudden burst of laughter.
Only two seconds of it, but the first one is enough to almost shock you back into sobriety, and the second has enough room for your heart to break. Ayo and Okoye share a look, and the amount of sadness that pours between pokes between your ribs.
Then, the laugh ends, and the moment was unfortunately too short for you to enjoy it.
"A-okay," Shuri mutters, chuckling. "You sounded like Ross for a second."
"The coloziner?" you shriek.
Shuri smiles at you, and damn it—"The one and only," she replies with a smirk. Her expert hand sends all your files flying, and she gestures for someone outside the room's glass walls. "I'm glad you're under medication already, 'cause I'm pretty sure this is about to hurt."
"Doras feel no pain," Okoye sneers.
Both you and Ayo nod in agreement. "No pain."
"Really?" One of Shuri's eyebrows goes up. "So if I do this—," she pokes the tip of her finger right against your clavicle and smiles when you wince. "Ah. I thought you felt no pain?" the sarcasm drips from her just like her damn clothes.
Why does she always look so good? "That was mean," you whisper. No whine comes out of you, because Okoye trained you better than that.
Shuri's smile widens as the doctor walks in, and she stands still in front of you for a moment. "Just a reminder that you're still human." Something else trembles beneath the surface of her words, and it compels you to look into her eyes. "One about to be part of the most well-trained and skilled army in the world, but a human, nonetheless. Please be more careful."
Please. The knot that grows in your throat out of nowhere is hard to swallow. "I will, my Queen."
"I saw you here not two weeks ago," she goes on. You can feel the doctor's hands starting to roam on your arms, and Ayo excuses herself with a quick 'we'll wait outside for you'. "I meant what I said. If you want to look at designs, just drop by."
"And bother you while you work?" you scoff in laughter. "I wouldn't dare to assume my time's that precious."
"Ouch," the thump of Shuri hitting both hands against her chest makes you look up—her hands placed over where her heart is, and her face set in a theatrical look of pain makes you feel so stupid and gone. You wanted her to smile like that all the time, preferably because of something you did or said. "And here I was, thinking my spar companion was at least a friend."
A friend.
You bite down on the cry of pain when the Doctor puts something back into place, and offer Shuri the best smile you can at the moment. "I was here thinking I was just the miserable, unlucky girl who Okoye wanted you to have as a punching bag."
Shuri cackles again. "Right. The prodigal punching bag who's been keeping me on my toes outside the suit, you mean?"
The lessons — twice a week, by the riverside, at dusk — are somewhat of a dream.
"How can I keep you on your toes if I don't end up here every now and then?" you gesture with your head around the lab, and Shuri's mirth is gone from her eyes.
"You're more creative than this," her tone is scolding. "Aneka took it easy on you. I don't want to see you coming back worse because you tried something on Ayo and she severed something that might never be replaced."
You nod at that. "I'll be more careful, your Highness."
Shuri opens and closes her mouth once, then nods at you. Whatever she wanted to say is left aside as she nods towards Vance, then leaves the room with Griot speaking on her shoulder.
You'll see her in two days.
It'll twist your insides as much as it does every time.
"Girl," Dr. Vance snorts, and you groan.
"Shut up."
"Good Bast, Shuri is blind."
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The promise works, if only for a little while.
It's hard not hurting yourself when life does that by itself, so easily, and so often, too. It's hard to stay away from something that's a part of your road, and unfortunately for you and everyone around, bruises and aches were a part of you for as long as you were alive.
For a few weeks, the purples on your bodies and the grunts that come out of you come, for the most part, from your training sessions with her.
Black Panther.
Shuri is as deadly without the suit nowadays as she is with it, but as a woman of science, her training was nowhere as intense as a warrior.
You were training for six years before she took the mantle, and now, graduation is on the horizon.
"Eyes forward," Shuri whispers, right before she attacks.
The glint of purple and black paints your skies too, because of her.
It's so hard to focus when she smiles.
'Do not think I haven't noticed how poor your focus is when she's on-field, child.' Okoye, once reinstated as General, took you back under her personal wing. 'If that goes on, you will never graduate.'
It works, the slap on the face.
Fighting Shuri becomes easier once it's resignified to fighting for her, and the bruises come less often.
There's your graduation.
A whole new line of Dora Milajes—and you're one of the sixteen.
Shuri dances on the stones of the waterfall, and you think happiness is the only thing that looks more fitting than the mantle on her.
"Now I'll never see you around my lab again," Shuri jokes in the middle of the celebration party.
She found you with a drink in hand talking quietly with Nakia in a corner, speaking in hushed tones about trips around the world if you ever managed to take a vacation, and Nakie excused herself as soon as Shuri arrived.
It made you feel suffocated.
She had on traditional fighting clothes, and even the smooth, cold drink was going down in hard gulps. "Don't worry, I'll find a way."
"Yeah, it's called taking my invitation."
"I've been there," you argue with her, trying to fight a smile. "I went to see the new suits. And the improvements to the spear."
Shuri shakes her head. "Okoye's request."
"I went there two weeks ago to pick up the gadgets and stayed for hours. I'm pretty sure I got in the way of your work and made you arrive late for a UN meeting."
Shuri smiles as she shakes her head again. "The pick up was Ayo taking advantage of you. The meeting—," she tilts her neck. "I didn't want to go anyway. You just gave me a good excuse to show up fashionably late."
"I heard you made a scene."
"It's a thing we Wakandas too once outside our nation. You'll find out soon enough," she leans against the counter, and you almost take a step back because your brain alarms go off—
too close, too pretty, she smells so good, oh Bast please send me a light and I'll do all my morning prayers, I swear—
"'m not sure the General's keen on letting any of us new girls go out any time soon."
"I'll ask for my friend to be my escort as a personal favor, how about that?" Shuri wiggles one eyebrow.
Cool, you think. "I think you're above playing favorites," you chuckle.
"Then you don't know me very well," she whispers, smile turning into a grin. "See? That's why I'm bringing you along."
"We'll see about that, your Highness."
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Being hurt is part of the job, but not a part Shuri is fond of, you discover.
Each time you shrug off the shrapnels of savages attacking your nation or the swollen bumps around your body, her face loses every inch of that easiness it had.
Shuri demands you to slow it down, to take it easier, to—"stop jumping head first in front of things! Are you out of your mind? You're not a human shield!"
To which Okoye fights back with, "My Queen, with all due respect, that is exactly our duty. To you, and to Wakanda. We are your defense. She was just doing her job this time and, doing it well, may I add."
"Her spear's not a shield, General. Something that, may I remind you, all of you have in your uniforms. Shields! So she doesn't end up like this!"
It's only when she raises her voice that you notice.
Shuri's chest panting.
"General—," you start, but as always, Okoye's a step ahead.
"Your Highness," her tone is gentle. It's the same tone you've heard her speaking with the kids, and sometimes, you. "I'll be back in an hour to check on her and my other two girls. And then we'll discuss the attack. Is that ok?"
"It is. You may go, General," Shuri nods to her.
And then, you two are alone.
And it hits you. "Panther," you whisper.
Shuri shakes her head, pacing around the room. "I'm thinking, give me a second." You doubt a single thought could be formed after the day you two had, but if one person in the world could have them, it'd be her. "It has the be something I'm missing—a breach, a—a bug. Something."
You see the way she rubs her hands together and try again. "Shuri."
After more than a year of working closely together, it's one of the few times you've used her name, and it works the same as the others:
Everything else stops, and Shuri turns to you.
Her posture relaxes as if someone pulled a pin.
"I'm sorry," you tell her. She's still in her Panther suit, and it's all you can get out. The lab is pitch black dark except for the glimmer of the machines that are turned on, and as she steps closer, you hear the stupid announcement of your vitals monitor alerting of your heartbeat rising, and shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
As blind as she can be, Shuri is not deaf.
"Why are you sorry?" she asks.
The sounds grow louder because she only stops when her legs touch the side of the bed, and you have nowhere to hide your nervousness. "I told you I'd be more careful and..."
"You weren't."
"No," you look away from the sewing pattern of the suit and try to find a thought that doesn't involve the way you can still feel the air humming around her. "And you seem... worried."
"Seem?"
It's like a hiss.
You look back at her, and Shuri runs one of her hands over her face.
She exhales loudly, and when her eyes find yours, your mouth runs dry.
"You jumped," she whispers at you—out loud, like a confession. As if you weren't there, and she somehow can't believe that. "Right in front of me."
You did, and you would again, and she knows that. You nod, unsure of what to answer, if you even could answer. Unsure if you would be able to no matter how much you wished to.
"Your eyes were on that thing, and I know you heard the drop, but..." there was no time for her to reach it. "I had to," you finish, and the little smile that forms on your face seems to do it for her.
Something snaps inside Shuri because her whole face loses its composure, and both of her hands come up to cup your face, alerting to what must be the entire building that you're on the cliff, hanging over and looking down at a heart attack.
"Never. Do that. Again." Her palms are sweaty on your cheeks. When she speaks, Shuri's bottom lip trembles, and all you can think is—
Oh.
I'm blind too.
"I have to," you repeat a little dumbly.
Shuri laughs, right in your face. It sounds like disbelief, and her hands grip you tighter, and you have to bite back a whine at how much you enjoy the force of that hold. "You're going to kill me if you do that again. Did you know that? Griot informed me. Griot said, 'My Queen, I'm obliged to inform that your heart has reached concerning rates', as if I didn't fucking know, as if—as if—," her chest moves up and down faster again, and you do something you never thought you'd have the guts to—
You hold her back.
It's surreal to feel the texture of the suit underneath your hands, but what's even crazier is the notion that she's under it.
"Breathe," you whisper to her.
"I can't—" she exhales shakily, and you plunge forward with your gut.
When her hands cupped your face, you tuned out everything around. The embarrassing heart rate, the machine noises; anything not Shuri didn't matter, and when her breathing comes out in raggedy tries, your lips reach forward before you realize what it is you're doing.
When you do realize it, both of you are caught under it.
It's a spell, you think.
Attraction. Love.
It's white noise and being submerged underwater all the same time—it's the feeling of her soft, delicate lips on yours, and the way you can feel her pulling in a deep breath before she whispers, "Bast..." and leans forward again.
Whatever it is that keeps you tied to her, you embrace it. Magnetism, gravity, electricity—it must be a little bit of each, all thrown into the bowl like the best recipe in the world, and the result is there,
on her lips, and the taste of her kiss.
Bast, indeed.
You'll never let go of the bruises if this is where they land you in.
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quintessencewrites · 1 year
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Y-yes, Daddy pt. 3
college student!ShuRiri x college student!black!fem!reader
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Her eyes sent the message that her lips didn’t; they couldn’t, too busy being bitten to the flesh between Riri’s perfect rows of teeth, the gold on her lower set mirroring the gold around her neck.
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Warnings: (buckle up, there are a few) 18+!!!!! Smut HEAVY, dom! Shuri, switch! reader, switch! Riri, cuckold? voyeurism, fingering (reader receiving), oral sex (reader/ Riri receiving). rough sex (reader/Riri receiving), public sex? explicit language (as always), double penetration (not saying who, it's a surprise), anal sex (not saying who), heavy praise kink, slight illicit drug use, strap slinging! all three of them... etc because I know I missed a few...
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A/N: Y'ALL!!! I'M BACK <3 I don't know how to thank you guys enough for checking in on me while I was gone and giving me such grace while I got myself together a bit <3 I love you guys
Dedicated to my baby, @inmyheadimobsessed, Yes Daddy's biggest fan, president of the fan club, and one of my biggest supporters. She also gave me an idea for one of the scenes in this so co-writing status goes to her <3 Anyways ily, Lyric. As always, I hope I did you justice.
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The cobalt waters glistened around your figure, swaying to and fro with a serenity unlike any you’d experienced. Eyes closed, face warm from the sun’s rays kissing your skin, Wakanda was a beauty to behold, with such vibrancy in its colors and its people. 
Its marketplace was adorned with rich tapestries, the palace was picturesque. The rivers that flowed through the heart of the capital flowed the bluest blue you’d ever seen; the grass was too green, the sand too yellow. 
“You grew up here? Shuri, it's fucking beautiful. Why would you ever leave?”
Riri’s hand never left yours, excitement traveling back and forth between your bodies. “I’d asked her the same thing, baby.”
“It’s unreal. It’s cartoon-like, like the trees and flowers, even the fucking sky, were painted that bright.”
Shuri couldn’t deny the pride that swelled within her at your awe of her home. She’d experienced it with Riri the first time she brought her over, and now, with you, her heart skipped a few beats just the same.
Your mouth dropped at every spectacle, arms wide, ready to engulf every new person. Merchants shared your contagious grin when you approached their displays, excitement beaming across every feature on your face. 
“Princess, Miss Williams,” they greeted. They’d nod in return, dropping a wave or two every now and again.
Shuri fell into your forestep, presenting a beam just as wide. Her usually too-cool demeanor dissipated the moment her sandaled foot touched the Wakandan dirt. Even Riri couldn’t deny the peace that the country brought forth from her. Her shoulders fell, relaxed for the first time in weeks as the stress of midterms and exams and assignments finally evaporated. 
 The princess hadn’t anticipated taking you home to meet ma dukes so soon, but you were ready. 
“Wakanda? Why?”
You rolled your eyes, an exasperated sigh floating from your lips and through the air. Riri sat on the other side of your dorm room, man spread with a wrap between her fingers, preoccupied, but still tuning in. “I told you, y/n.”
“Hush, Ri. She ain’t even say no yet.”
“I’m waiting to hear why before I say no.”
Upon your face were the biggest, roundest, neediest eyes Shuri had ever seen. Your bottom lip protruded into a plump little pout that quickened the pace of her heart. In her mind, she’d already lost. Regardless of the reason, she wasn’t going to be able to deny that look.
“Because it's spring break, I’m tired of the same old beach trips, and I’ve never been,” you walked closer, until your bosom rested on her stomach, eyes batting up at her with sweetness. “What better tour guide than the Princess?”
“Give it up, baby. Ain’t no way she gon say yes that ea-”
“Shut up, shortie. What better tour guide than the Princess, right?”
Shuri made plans to take you to her home that very night.
You were ready to visit the fairytale-like land; the very place where the rumors of its grandeur couldn’t even do it justice. The place where vibranium ran through its streets and every shade of brown sparkled under the sun's rays like a spotlight on the deserving natives. 
You were ready to meet their monarch, the powerful woman whose monologue at the State of the Union address those few years ago still gives you goosebumps. The awe-inspiring mother who raised such a capable daughter, so unlike herself and allowed her off to the States. 
You were ready to put a face to the names Shuri and Riri spoke of, those who were oceans away and still held such a prominent place in their worlds, one which you wished to be a part of. 
Thank Bast, or God, or fate, or whatever the hell it was for placing you at MIT at the same time as Shuri and Riri. Their pervertedly twisted minds complimented yours so beautifully, like the missing piece in a complex puzzle. 
 Nerves didn’t dare touch you when the Queen greeted you, slender, loving arms pulling you in, holding you tight, and giving you a motherly love you hadn’t felt in quite some time. 
“Y/n,” the older royal’s voice was booming. “Shuri, umhle (she’s beautiful).”
“Ndiyazi (I know), mother.”
“Grinnin’ like a dummy” Riri’s voice was a barely-heard whisper, not risking her words to be heard by the well-respected monarch. 
Shuri's eyes threw daggers at the small girl, an even smaller smile playing at her lips. She felt such serenity at your acceptance of her country that not even Riri’s words would get to her. 
The young royal wanted so badly to praise you, to kiss you, to shower you in the melody of ‘good girls’ that you deserved. 
Slender fingers snaked around your exposed waist, rippling the water around you and pulling your mind back to the present. Your lids lulled open, meeting a familiar gaze in the foreign place.
“Hey, ma.”
 The scent of cocoa butter radiated off you in an aura. Riri inhaled deeply, taking it in, entangling her brain with your essence in a dizzying spell. You were so soft under her touch, your chocolate-colored skin melting in her hands.
Her head was heavy against your shoulder, pushing her weight against yours until your back was pressed into the damp marsh of the riverbank. 
The lifting of your hand and caressing of her curls was instinctual and Riri softened even further underneath your fingertips. She’d been wanting this for hours; just to fall into your hold, to grab you and know that you were really there. 
Barely an arm's length away stood your princess with Nakia, engulfed in a conversation of their own, paying you no mind. Okoye sat close by, only allowing her feet to be swallowed by the water’s gentle waves.
“I see the States are treating you well, Shuri?” Nakia’s light voice curved at the end of her sentence, a tease evident between her words. 
“What makes you say that?”
“You haven’t returned home yet is what.”
“I haven’t graduated yet, Okoye.”
A string of mumbles leaves the general’s mouth, laced with curses. “You’ve gotten greedy, Princess.”
Shuri leans over the shore, elbows resting in the sand. “Greedy how?”
“You went to America for school, not to become a sister-wife.”
The poor young royal can’t hold back the laughter that erupts from her. “A sister-wife?! What the fuck are you talking about, Okoye?”
“You need two girlfriends, Shuri?”
“I do.”
“For what?”
Shuri’s wandering gaze over to you and Ri is full of desire that spills over her ducts like a tear. “They both got something different to offer.” 
Riri caught Shuri’s gaze from the corner of her eye. Of course, her majesty was watching you. She was always aware of what her girls were up to, both on and off campus. She saw the way Ri’s nails grazed the small of your back and the way your body curved upward in response, pressing your two figures into one another even further. 
She saw Riri’s hands travel further and further south, tickling your skin until they stiffened in the waistband of your bikini bottoms and came to a stop. Shuri’s breath caught in her throat, waiting and watching, wondering how far Riri would go considering the audience that surrounded them. 
Riri knew Shuri was watching. She wanted her to; she wanted her to see the effect she had on your body, without Shuri’s presence. She knew the panther could smell the heat radiating from your frame, pressed tightly against hers.
 So tight, so close that the chain that never left Ri’s neck was resting in your bosom. The chill of the metal contrasts with the humidity in the air and causes a shiver to travel down your spine.
It was such a slight movement, one that didn’t go unnoticed by either girl. Those mocha-colored eyes that you adored bore into yours, and baby, if only you could read the filthy thoughts behind them. 
Luckily, you didn’t have to. Riri wanted you and she wasn’t being slick about it. Her slender fingers toyed with your bottoms, one hand gently tugging the drawstring that held the thin pieced fabric together. The other grazed the front of your dangerously low waistband, touching your sensitive skin, but barely. 
“You’re so pretty, y/n, baby. I tell you that enough?”
“More than enough, Ri.”
Hmm, the distracted girl hums. “I like this swimsuit on you.” Her fingers don’t move from your waistline, playing and fiddling with the fabric there, tugging it away now and again. 
You wanted more; you craved more, and Riri didn't need to be a mind-reader to come to that conclusion either. Her eyes sent the message that her lips didn’t; they couldn’t, too busy being bitten to the flesh between Riri’s perfect rows of teeth, the gold on her lower set mirroring the gold around her neck. 
She cocked a thin brow and a devilish smirk played across her face. Her thin fingers continued to move, slowly and meticulously so that the water didn’t stir. 
Shuri caught the exact moment Riri succeeded in untying the dainty strings of your swimsuit. Her gaze traced your startled features when the fabric floated away from your body. 
“Riri, what the fuck?” It’s supposed to come out intimidating and intense, but the pitch of your voice and vibrato in your vocal cords melodizes a low moan from your lips instead. 
Underneath the still waters, from the waist down, you are completely naked. Everyone is oblivious; except Riri, whose actions were intentional, and Shuri, who was using every bit of restraint held in her slim frame to remain stoic.
“You gonna be good for me, baby? Good and quiet?” Riri’s lips brush the sensitive skin where lobe meets neck. In the back of your throat is a low moan, one that you know can’t be expelled. It stays tucked away and you nod instead, head barely moving, bobbing curls that can be explained away by the breeze. 
Shuri’s truly amused at the sight before her and the reaction it has on her body. She’s hypnotized by Riri’s fingers playing with you, gliding through your slit, brushing against your tender bud much too gently for your liking. The wetness in your folds can’t be deciphered from the wetness of the water, yet those bejeweled nipples that stood at attention, straining behind the padding of your top, exhibited the arousal that started in your toes and crept its way upward. 
She’s amazed at how little the water moves around you, eyes darting back and forth between you struggling to remain quiet and the conversation she held a part in with lifelong friends. Her mouth waters at the thought of you, so exposed. Thoughts of how fucking wet you must have been, how slick your pussy was, calling out for her. 
Your mind is muddled, completely ignorant of the extra set of eyes on you. Riri’s teasing you, never putting her long phalanges right where you want them. She’s taking her sweet time, mapping out every line, dip, and curve of your core. Her touch is too light for your liking as the neediness in the pit of your stomach expands. 
She’s got a few moments left in this game of cat and mouse before you break and the moan you try to disguise as a cough tells her just that. 
Shuri’s eyes wander back over at the sound she knows all too well. She couldn’t help but smirk at the noise. The heat she burns into the back of Riri’s head causes the distracted girl’s head to turn, resting her gaze on the princess’s watchful glare.
Ri’s brow raised once more in a silent question to Shuri, one that you weren’t able to decipher. 
Too bad for you. 
She doesn’t even look at you as her dark eyes drag slowly down Riri’s small frame and back up. Her chiseled face is unreadable to you and with a nod, a quick tilt of her chin towards the sky,  Ri reaches for your bottoms, dragging them back between your two bodies. 
“Lemme help you put these back on, baby,” Her whisper is so low, it’s almost nonexistent. 
Your sigh in response is frustrated, so sexually frustrated, just oozing an attitude Riri wants no part of. “You fucking tease-”
Her hand leaves the water, snaking around your chin and drawing your faces together. 
“I’m not done yet, baby. Just listen, damn.”
The chill behind her words shut you up immediately. Silence washes over you as your choppy movements ripple in the water, too quick for Nakia and Okoye to notice anything but your smiles, plastered across your face like a mask.
Shuri’s stifled laughter reeks of “I know.” The way she looks at you, so deep, so suggestive makes it clear she knows exactly what you two were up to. Her voice pulls her friend's attention back to her, those glistening coffee-bean-hued eyes dancing with knowing. 
“Nakia, how is my little Toussaint?” 
Riri’s body emerges from the river first, bottoms hanging so low on her waist, the indent where her abs meet her pelvis winks at you. Her hand reaches down, extending to you and the little effort it takes for her to lift you from the water is beyond impressive. 
Your drenched swimsuit runs streaks of water down your body, glistening against your dark skin like glitter. Your steps falter, the quiver from your heat making its way down your legs and tripping you. Riri guides your walk back to the palace, a ‘goodbye’ to Shuri barely playing on your lips as she lingers. Squelching emits from your soaked steps, following Ri’s quick ones. 
Goosebumps prickle your skin at the icy air in the palace, the large place still maze-like to you. Riri, however, is an expert guide. She makes every turn with precision, every array of large doors leading somewhere. 
Her steps suddenly stop, in the nook of a long hallway. Yours skip a bit, not expecting her sudden standstill, and her cool hands, still damp and shriveled from the water, reach for your bicep, pulling you into her. 
“Ri-what?”
Her lips crash into yours, kissing you the way she’s craved all day. They’re moving in sync, tasting every crook of her mouth, entangling your tongues, and swapping saliva. The moan that remained trapped in your throat finally releases, deep and breathy between her lips.
“Couldn’t wait til we got to the room. Need you, now.” 
The way Riri’s hands travel your body, the way they hunger to hold you, squeeze you, anywhere, everywhere. It’s fucking intoxicating, coating your mind like a drug.
“W-wait, fuck, Ri,” her lips move from yours, trailing down your jaw, licking up your neck in such a way that you shudder. She’s famished now, having had a taste of you, and she needs more. Her lips attack your throat, nipping and biting. You’re close, so close to melting in her arms, right then and there.
“Come on baby, you know my name and it ain’t Ri. Say it.”
There was a part of you that hated the effect their vulgar words had on you. They were so lewd, so perverted, and they had such a fucking hold on you. The dampness in your bottoms couldn’t be explained away solely by your swim any longer and Riri knew it. She could feel your body temperature rise, your skin growing warmer under her touch. 
“Ma-”
She tasted the word from your lips, growling at what they did to her. She couldn’t keep her hands off you, overwhelmed, not knowing where to grab. They rested on your right breast, squeezing, but she removed them quickly, afraid that your left one would grow envious at the lack of attention it was receiving. Caressing your back didn’t feel exact either; your front being so soft- there it was, begging for her fingertips to sink into it as well. 
Riri’s mind was racing an unwinnable race. What if the Queen was around, or the Dora? What if her body broke, fucking fell apart, needing so much of your touch that it couldn’t be satisfied by the little bit you were offering up?
Your still-wet (now even wetter) bikini bottoms were glued to your skin. The effort it took for Riri to pull them away from you, to pull them to the side just enough to reveal your pussy to her left water dripping to the stone floor beneath you. 
She wasted no time. Fuck all the teasing she did before, Riri fucking needed you. Her lips were on yours once more as she lined up two fingers at your entrance, preparing herself to swallow the moans that would spill from your lips. 
And swallow them she did, keeping your lips connected until she was knuckles deep, only coming up for air once your moans had died down to whimpers. 
“My good girl, baby. I know you can be quiet, right?”
You weren’t so sure. As soon as those digits got to moving, you knew that biting your tongue would be a near-impossible task. 
“C’mon, baby. Gotta be quiet so I can fuck you good.”
How pathetic was it, the way obedience ran through your veins? Your nod was hard, curls bouncing back in forth. “I’ll be quiet, ma,” the words quickly followed before Ri could correct you for not using them.
You felt your knees buckle beneath you the moment her slender fingers slid out of your wet center, only to be thrust in once more. What a beautiful pattern, one that left a warmth spreading through your body, face hot, cheeks hot, cunt hot. 
Ri knew your body better than no other, though she and Shuri were neck and neck. Her free hand had already slithered around your waist and her center of gravity shifted, preparing herself to catch you if your legs were to give out entirely. 
Your bottom lip was rolled between your teeth, moans collecting behind it. You were a sight to be fucking seen, a pussy full of creamy fingers, and eyes that begged and pleaded for more. 
“Look at you, baby. You doing such a good job, taking me like that.”
Riri was enjoying the sight before her, the tightness of your walls, clenching around her. She almost drooled when she looked down and saw the cum she was digging forth from you, collecting in the palm of her hand. Even she had to resist a moan as the need to taste you, to fuck you, to ruin you crossed her mind. 
The fingers trapped within you would not speed up, nor slow down, much to your demise. Your hips rocked, pelvis crashing back against Riri’s hand as you rode her. Whispered moans were shared between you, lewd praises being thrown your way. 
“Shit, baby, you doing so good. Look at you, fuck.”
Low moans were all you could respond with.
“You gon ride me like this in the room, pretty girl? Gon let me get strapped up and watch you bounce on my dick?”
Fuck, Riri’s words had opened the floodgates. She could feel you tightening and convulsing around her fingers. Your moans had grown at that point, but she couldn’t stop you, Your head was thrown back, so her lips couldn’t cover yours. She couldn’t use her hands either; one of them was holding up your limp figure, the other, still being ridden into the sunset. 
You’d earned those moans, she decided, and as soon as you were done, the trek to your room would continue. 
All Riri could do was watch as her fingers tipped you over the edge. Your chest strained against your top, rising and falling with every gasp; those lips, round and full and so fucking biteable, parted and poised as you came. 
A sea of thoughts swam through Riri’s pretty mind, not a single one of them an intelligent one. There wasn’t a moment when she didn’t think you were stunning, but baby, when you came? Ugh, it fucking did things to her, bringing forth groans from her chest. 
Your brows furrowed, your body stilling and Riri’s hand was drenched. “Ohh, shit-” Your voice shook, just as unsteady as your legs, but Ri had you. 
“I know, baby, I know.”
You were a bit louder at this point, your voice echoing off the tall walls. Riri wasn’t religious, but she was truly praying to Bast that no one would wander upon you two. 
Her thighs were pressed together, her body shaking a bit, still in the wet swimsuit. You didn’t even have to touch her for her body to react. Just watching you, so vulnerable, so needy, all over her-just for her. 
Your head rocked back up slowly, eyes finally meeting Ri’s. A deep blush grew in your chest and rose to your face. Riri’s was adorned with a sexy smirk, one so delicious. 
“Good girl, baby.” 
You had made Riri soft and she hated to admit it. She’d never been so gentle to someone, so tender. 
“You ready to keep walking?” She plants a sweet kiss on your cheek, pairing it with one on your neck, nuzzling her head into the sensitive space.
“How much further we got?”
She pulls her head from you and glances down the hall. “Um, not too far.”
Mm, you groan. “Do we have to? You could just take me right here.”
Riri’s chuckle is so deep and alluring. “Don’t tempt me, baby. C’mon, it’s not that far.”
“Carry me?”
She couldn’t tell you no. You knew she couldn’t. Neither of them could, especially Riri. You were spoiled in every sense of the word, and they’d stopped trying to deny you. Why should they? 
“Bridal style or piggyback?”
Your dark eyes danced with joy as she trekked through the halls, you upon her back with a goofy ass grin. 
She was right, it really wasn’t that far. 
The bed bounced when Riri finally dropped you on it, legs spread wide, bosom bouncing with the fall. 
Ri tapped your pussy through your bottoms, standing to retrieve her suitcase. “Off, baby.”
You were eager, the fabric still sticking to your skin, falling to the floor with the weight of the water drenching them. Your damp pussy came into view to the girl across the room, whose breath caught in her throat at the delicious sight.
She watched you sit up and untie the strings to your top, the barely-there piece falling from your body. You watched her visibly drool when your breasts come into view, full and round, nipples erect, begging to be touched in any way.
You had her, every bit of her attention was on you, waiting so patiently for her to touch you.
Patience had never been your virtue, however. 
Your hands stuttered as they traced up your body, your nipples hardening at the sensation. With fingers you wanted so badly to be Riri’s, that you imagined were hers as she watched you from a small distance. 
The piercings adorning your bosom were one of her favorite parts of you. If her pupils could form tiny hearts, they would have. The sight before her was mouthwatering. Your fingers flicked the jewelry, that perfect little “O” forming on your lips. 
The heat in the air was palpable, the intimacy between you two undeniable. 
Your left breast weighed heavy in your hand as you brought it up, further and further until your tongue flicked out, eyes never parting from hers while you tasted your hard nipple and the metal pierced into it. 
Every bit of her demeanor cracked under the sexiness that was you. She stood frozen, in awe as you rose from the bed, strutting towards her on your toes, ass high, head even higher. 
You bent into her suitcase, finishing the task she’d abandoned. The harness was tucked away into the bottom, hidden beneath weeks worth of clothes. 
Still on your knees, you grab Riri behind hers, pulling her closer, until her clothes pussy sat in your face. “Here, lemme help you.”
The wet suit was already hanging so low on her waist that it only took a tug to drop them, her pretty, wet cunt coming to view in front of you. 
Your mouth is on her before you can resist the urge. She accepts your hands on her ass, holding her in place against your tongue. 
Riri’s hand rests on your head, trying so hard to keep her balance and not collapse. Your mouth goes to work, the taste of her satisfying your insatiable hunger. Her clit is so plump against your tongue, the sensitive bulb of nerves twitching, jumping away from the licks that won’t let up. 
“You taste so good, mami,” the urge to please fueled a courage unfamiliar to you. Riri bucked at your words, eyes rolling into her head. 
“Shit-“ the moans came from her in rapid succession, her lungs never fully expanding to take in a complete breath. They were music to your ears. Your pussy leaked, needing to be stuffed full of her. 
You couldn’t part from her just yet. Her hands tangled in your hair, gripping and pulling. Your name was on her tongue, her abs flexed with the orgasm building within her. 
“Shit, baby, you doing so good.”
The praises rang in your ear, satisfying something deep within you. You lapped faster, sucking and slurping. Riri’s pussy was wet, the vulgar sounds echoing in the room. 
She was close-so fucking close. The juices that poured from her were streaming, dripping onto your tongue with a taste that you couldn’t get enough of. Her body burned, needing to feel you everywhere. 
Ri’s thick thighs trapped your head between them, drowning you in the waters that she released, so warm and sweet. Your satisfied moans vibrated within her and though your jaw grew sore, you weren’t stopping. 
Not until you’d planted a passionate kiss to her center, tonguing it as though those lips would kiss you back. 
She watched you stand to your full height with a look full of lust. Oh, she was gonna fuck you up. Riri no longer cared who heard; she needed to hear you scream her name, she needed the bed to be soaked and she needed you to spill over for her time after time. 
“Strap up, Ri.”
The harness had gone from your hand to hers as you backed away, returning to her suitcase to choose the dildo you so craved.
“Where’s mine?”
There were at least six toys, all stored away from any wavering eyes. They were different shapes and sizes, different lengths and girths, all ones that you’d used before.
“Which one, baby?”
Ri wasn’t looking at you, too preoccupied with the straps around her hips and thighs. 
“The vibranium one-“
“They’re all vibranium, y/n.”
You made an audible sound when your teeth smacked your lips, one that Riri took note of. 
“The one I like the most, Ri.”
“I don’t know which one you talking bout, baby,” she stepped towards you, reaching into the bag to pull a thick piece from it, securing the toy to her pelvis. 
“Guess we gotta try them all, see if any of them are ‘yours’.”
She sat on the bed, resting on her forearms, arm held out and welcoming you over. Your steps were slow, and when you were finally close enough, Ri grabbed your waist, pulling your legs on either side of her hips. 
“This how I like you most, pretty girl.”
You hovered over the thick cock awaiting you. Riri’s hands on your backside, eyes scanning you. She brought your hands to her chest and tilted her hips upwards. 
“Sit on it, baby.”
Her whispered commands floated softly to your ears and you groaned at them as the heat burned within your chest. Your pretty lips parted over the tip of her dick, her hands guiding your body onto the extremity. 
Ri was biting on her lip so hard, she was afraid it would bleed, but the sight of you would be worth it. Your body lowered, further and further and she could feel your pussy stretching over the thickness of her cock. She could feel your warmth as her tip kissed your cervix and your pelvis kissed hers. A deep groan rumbled in the back of her throat.
Your pussy felt so full. Beneath you, your legs quivered, the tightness of Riri in your cunt weakening you. “Ohh, fuck-”
Riri gave you a moment to get adjusted, lifting your hand to kiss the palm before resting it back above her chain, the metal cool compared to the heat emitting from your bodies. “Move, baby. Bounce on this shit.”
You weren’t one to be told twice. Knees planted, toes digging into the mattress, you gave her what she wanted. The faux dick slid in and out of you, slurping with your wetness. Ri’s head is thrown back, mouth wide open. “Fuck, baby-”
Riri was something to behold. Her brows furrowed, forehead pulled tight in concentration. Each time you landed back on her cock, your ass slapped her thighs and the sound vibrated through the room.
“S-so good, ma. D-dick so fucking good.” You were already stuttering between clenched teeth. It felt so good, so right. Riri fit into you like she was made for you. Your thighs started to burn, your speed picking up, throwing Riri’s small body into the bed each time your body slapped hers. 
“Griot, soundproof the room.”
Her African accent was thick and low and it shocked you to stillness. You hadn’t even heard her come in.
“Ugh, baby-” Riri didn’t give a fuck who had entered. She already missed the feel of your pussy swallowing her cock.
Shuri sat on the loveseat adjacent to the bed. Her swimsuit had been swapped out for a black shirt and jean shorts, Her chains swung around her neck with each movement, her curls hanging lower in her face than usual, still weighed down by the water. 
“Who told you to stop, intombi entle (pretty girl)?”
She rested her elbows on her knees, hands folded before her. Her tongue flicked over her lips, moistening them before her canines sunk into them. 
“Ri, fuck her.”
Wakanda was doing a number on all of you because Riri did as she was told with no smartass comeback. Her hands grabbed your wrist, pulling them from her chest and restraining them behind you. Alarm bells rang in your head, but you ignored them, your body too excited for what was to come. 
You could feel Shuri’s eyes on your ass, anticipating Ri’s next movements. She fiddled for a moment, her thick cock sitting stuffed between your walls, jerking into you just slightly. You were leaking around her, growing wetter at the watching panther. 
Riri’s first thrust was anything but gentle. You bounced back down on her dick with the echoing sound of skin slapping skin. “Oh, my g-”
Your words are gagged in your throat, the next thrust coming quick and hard, cutting you off. Shuri’s eyes follow your body as Riri finds her rhythm. 
“You fucking her good, Ri. Look at her, just taking that shit.”
You and Ri share a moan at Shuri’s praises. She can’t wait until she can step in and get a taste. She’s allured by your bouncing breasts, so heavy and needy, the way they jump with your gasps and Riri’s movements. Your cunt is spilling onto Riri’s thighs, causing a stickiness between you two that the princess can’t wait to get her mouth on. 
Your movements sputter, cries growing louder, climbing higher. You feel Riri deep-its like she's in your stomach, the way she pounds into you. You’re clenching around her, squeezing your thighs, praying away your impending orgasm. You weren’t ready to cum yet. You didn’t want her to stop, Bast, you didn’t want this to stop. The lack of feeling in your legs was nothing compared to the feeling in between them.
“Ooh, pretty girl. You gon cum already?”
Words no longer exist in your mind so your head shakes in response. Shuri doesn’t move, fueling your flame from her front-row seat. “You not? That dick not good enough to cum on? My bed not good enough for you to flood?”
Riri is fucking drilling you. Her hips rotate into yours, her cock digging into parts of your cunt that you don’t think have ever been reached. 
“C-cum on m-me, baby,” Riri is breathless, her own orgasm fighting to get past the dam she has in place. “F-flood my shit.”
Their words are too much-they’re always too much. You could be on the edge of a cliff and their words would be what pushed you over. It did, every time, and this time was no fucking different.
Your cunt rains down on the girl beneath you, a scream trapped in your chest as she continues amidst the mess you’re making. 
“Fuck-” it drags from Riri’s mouth. She can’t hold it anymore. You’re just too warm, too wet, too tight. “I-shit, baby, c-can I cum in you?”
A nod is all she gets as confirmation and it's more than enough for her. Your eyes hit the back of your skull when you feel her warmth fill you, pushing around the cock that was still buried within your walls. 
“Ooh, fuck, ma-” your words find you, still gasped and low. 
You raise up on shaky legs that fail you. Riri releases from your pussy with a wet squelch and you fall beside her, body spent, legs sore. Both of you lay side by side for a moment, hoping for a few moments to recover, but Shuri is having none of that.
She stands from the chair, eyes stuck on your dripping cunt. It’s calling her and she saunters over, a “good fucking girl” falling from her parted lips. Her large hands hook beneath your thighs, dragging you to the edge of the bed with swift movements. 
Her head dips to your sore center, blowing gentle, cool air over your soaked lips. They’re so pretty, so puffy. You quiver beneath her, “W-wait, Shuri, I need a second-”
“I don’t care,” Her tongue is flat and wide, licking your entire core. The moan she releases at your taste is primal. Both you and Riri’s juices dance on her tongue, and it's better than any chef-made meal she’s ever had. 
The princess’s lips cup your clit and suck. Your back arches, throwing more of your wetness into her face and she accepts it graciously. You feel her everywhere down there-tongue stiffening and darting into your slit, nipping at your lips, kissing on your clit. 
Her tongue picks up speed, developing a pattern. It goes from left to right, up and down, in circles and drawing shapes. A square, a triangle, an S-H-U-
“D-did you just spell out your name?”
A big, stupid grin stretches her cheeks when she parts with your pussy. “I did. Good girl, picking up on that.”
Her praises bring forth a slight chuckle from you. “Why?”
“It’s mine; you’re mine.” She shrugs and her lips are warm and wet when they return to yours.
Riri is mesmerized, stomach heaving. “Can I taste?”
Shuri’s eyes may leave you, but her mouth does not. She beckons Ri over with a quick nod, tongue on your clit while her finger toys with your entrance.
You thought Shuri would move then and make way for Riri, but you were so fucking wrong, it was laughable. 
Two tongues, two wet mouths were on your pretty little cunt and it was heavenly. Shuri and Riri had your sensitive bulb trapped between their tongues as they tasted you, tasted each other. 
“Fuck, fuck, please-”
“Please what, baby?” Riri’s voice was muffled, her head still between your thighs. She wasn’t talking to you, though. Her words were directed to the glistening pussy stuffed in their faces, begging for them to tear it apart.
Fingers enter you and again, you didn’t know whose they were, but they were fucking you, deep, hard, so damn fast. “You squeezing me so fucking tight, baby, damn. Squeeze on my fingers, just like that. Look at you, you doing such a good job.”
“I-shit, mm, I w-wanna cum, pleaseeee-” That last syllable dragged through the air. It was too much. Fingers and tongues and mouths, everywhere. You couldn’t tell them apart, but it didn’t even fucking matter. They were going to bring you to your release, orgasm after orgasm. They weren’t planning on stopping, there would be no breaks. 
“Ooh, Shuri, she asked so nicely.”
Mhm, she moaned, too busy with your clit in her mouth. “Give her what she wants then.”
There was perfection in their movements. The two fingers curved into your cunt were rubbing your G-spot every time, the tongue on your clit further tangling the sensitive nerves behind it. Baby, you were so fucking close, you just needed one more thing-
The third finger in your pussy is what did it. 
“F-f-uck, I, coming, da-shit-” You were drunkenly incoherent. The feeling was overwhelming, so much so that it hurt. Your body needed to get away, but it couldn’t move, frozen in place as pleasure mixed with pain. 
Shuri and Riri were soaked, faces still deep between your thighs as you squirted before them. They devoured you, not letting a single drop go to waste. Your juices ran down their chins, glistened on their cheeks. It was so sloppy, so fucking messy, and it was delicious, the way they swallowed you.
Finally, your sap ran dry and your breathing evened out. Shuri flicked your bean with her tongue once more before she parted with it.
“Aye, Ri-”
Riri’s eyes departed your quivering cunt with a roll. “I swear to God, if you say I took that like a bitch, Imma-”
Shuri’s lips shut her up, pressing hard against Ri’s. It catches the small girl off-guard for a moment, and her mouth drops open.
The princess uses that as her in, tasting your essence from Riri’s tongue. The kiss is sloppy, strings of spit connecting them, your cum being swapped between their mouths. Riri moans into it, and you follow up with one of your own. 
You can see their tongues caressing each other, twisting and tangling, and it's so damn sexy.
You’d never seen them like this, so tender with one another. 
Shuri drops Ri onto the bed beside you, their mouths never detaching. An idea forms in your mind at the sight and you will yourself to get up. Your sore muscles scream as you turn towards them, reaching between their close bodies to unfasten the harness still strapped to Riri. 
Her moans fill the room, coming out muffled underneath Shuri’s lips. Neither of them notices you leave the bed, moving through the room like a ghost. Riri’s suitcase is still open and at the very bottom, zipped behind a discarded pocket is exactly what you’re looking for.
You weren’t one to strap up often in this relationship, and you had no idea how the straps were supposed to go around your hips. “Shuri, c’mere.”
At the sound of your voice, Shuri pulls away from Ri, drool covering their faces and sparks behind their eyes. She turns and catches a glimpse of you, struggling with the harness, and cocks a sharp brow your way.
You can’t help the eye roll you let follow through. “C’mere, please?”
“That wasn’t the problem with that sentence, and you know it, baby girl.”
“I need help,” you whined, patience thinning. 
“What are you trying to do baby?” Shuri reaches you in two steps, her long fingers taking the harness from you and securing it properly. 
You ignore her, directing your next words at the girl still on the bed, watching, waiting for what was to come. 
“Ri, can I fuck you?”
Her mouth fell agape, stunned by the thought. You took her dick so damn well, but she had never taken it from you. The thought was dizzying, excitement in her bones, slick in her cunt.“Y-yeah, baby.”
“You sure it’s not you who need to get fucked again?” Shuri grabs your face, index finger, and thumb sinking into your dimples. “You seem to have forgotten how to address us, baby.”
The smile that spreads on your lips is devious. “Whether or not I address you correctly won’t change the answer, now will it?”
You’ve rendered the princess speechless. Before she can open her mouth again, you throw a pair of boxers in her direction, the ones she used when she fucked you into oblivion. 
“What you want me to do with these?”
“Wear em on your head,” your sarcastic tone cracked a smile on the young royal’s face. She reached up to catch the object you threw her way. It was one of your toys from home, a smaller cock compared to others you used, but still impressive. 
“Safeword, ma?”
Riri sat on the bed, legs spread wide. Anxiety pooled through her veins at what was coming for her and she couldn’t wait. “Um, shit. Red?”
“You always choose red.”
Her shoulders rise and fall, “Then it should be easy to remember.”
You were too busy trying to secure a thicker piece to your body, the vibranium running through it connecting you to the fake cock like it was real. A soft moan lingered on your lips at the feeling radiating down your legs and through your center. 
“You think you in charge now baby?” Shuri’s tone was teasing but her words were true. You’d taken a new lead in the new country and she kind of liked it. 
“Nah, I like being taken care of too much,” your wink actually causes the princess to blush. “Can you go sit behind Ri? Put her on your lap?”
“Yes ma’am,” Shuri gave you a swift salute and made her way back across the room. She lifted Ri with no effort, placing her still-naked, still-wet body on her lap, back to front. 
You made your way behind her, the bed dipping with your added weight. Riri was mesmerized by the sight of you, on all fours, making your way to her like a predator to its prey. 
Her lips are parted so prettily, waiting for you. Her breathing hitches as your mouth approaches hers. When they connect, it’s with a moan and you can still taste yourself, still taste her on her own tongue. 
The kiss is brief and wet. Your lips wrap around her tongue, sucking on your own flavor and when you pull away, you pull her bottom lip with you, teeth sunken into their softness. 
“Remember the safe word?”
“I-yeah? I just said it like two minutes ago.”
You move past her, lips brushing her ear ever so slightly. “Just making sure.”
Shuri’s your target and you get close, your voice getting low so that only she can hear you. 
“Has she ever taken you in her ass, daddy?”
She sputters, her nickname rolling off your tongue and straight to her core. “U-uh, y-yeah, baby. Why?”
“Because that’s where I want you.”
This fucking confidence, it looks so good on you. Shuri can only nod, mind foggy. She lifts Riri by the back of her thighs, planting slow, tender kisses on her neck. “You ready, Ri?”
Shuri’s cock is lined up, ready to enter and Riri’s caught on. “Baby wh-“
You’re running your hand down her front, over her golden chain, through the valley between her breasts, down the tattoo that sits at the top of her stomach, past her belly button, all the way down to her clit. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”
Riri fucking loved this, whatever this side of you was. “I-I want to.”
“Good,” your arms fall around her shoulders and you nod at Shuri to continue. “And we gon take real good care of you, I promise.” You seal your vow with a kiss, just as Shuri’s tip slides in, trapped in Riri’s tightness. 
“Shit,” Ri hisses between clenched teeth. Shuri’s breath is gone, Riri’s squeezing around her just too well. 
“R-Ri, I-“
“Go ahead,” Riri’s pussy glistens at you, awaiting Shuri’s next movements. “B-bottom out. I’m good, f-feels good.”
Riri’s ass swallowing Shuri’s cock was a fucking delicious sight. Excitement grew in your stomach, your clit beneath the strap jumping at the sight. Her legs were spread wide as Shuri’s dick disappeared completely into her. 
“F-fuck Shuri-“
“Yeah, baby. It’s been a minute,  you so fucking tight. C-can I move?”
“Not yet,” you butt in, crawling into the space between Riri’s thighs. Your own cock lined up at her entrance, tip tracing her slit. “Ri?” 
“O-oh,” a dry chuckle escapes her. “Y-you’re gonna destroy me, baby.”
Your lips land against hers once more as you will your hips forward, just a bit. “Is that okay?”
Her nod is frantic, “F-fuck yes.” 
You’d intended to give her all of you at once, but with Shuri in her as well, you’re met with resistance. Riri has to feel every inch of you penetrate her walls slowly, digging deep. She throws her head back against Shuri’s shoulder, mouth wide open, eyes lazy. 
“Oh my god, baby, fuck!”
You stop before you’re fully in, halted by her curses. “Am I hurting you?”
Don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop. Riri’s already gotten a taste of what you were about to give her, she wants it all. Her fingers grab your hips, pulling you closer until you’re hilt deep. “N-no, baby. F-feels good, please, fuck me, fuck me.”
Shuri’s index finger taps your chin, pulling your eyes from Ri and onto her. “You ain’t boss man yet, baby. Follow my rhythm.”
You agree, and pull out at the same time Shuri does. Riri whines, feeling too empty. She needs to be filled again and it doesn’t take long to fulfill her wishes. 
Shuri thrusts so you do too. “Fuck!” It’s more growl than moan, but it sounds lovely coming from Ri’s mouth nonetheless. 
You’re mimicking Shuri’s movements and Ri is a wet mess between you two. You can feel her, all of her. Her juices are trailing down your cock, her walls squeezing you, and god, they were so soft. 
It was like you just melted into her, your moans meshing with hers as though you were the one being fucked. 
“Babyyy, you’re doing s-so good, f-fucking me so good,” her words were fuel to your flame. Your fingers tightened around her waist. The pressure of her gripping you, the pressure of Shuri’s cock pressing against yours through the girl between you, my god, it was fucking delicious. 
And she was fucking delirious, unable to control the sensation as it ran hot through her body or the incoherent words that ran from her mouth. 
“S-so close, so close-“
When Shuri picked up speed, so did you. From the look on her face, full of focus and lust, she was also close. 
“D-don’t cum yet, ma. N-not ready to stop.”
You wanted her to hold it? Fuck, fuck that was gonna be hard. Her orgasm was right there, you were grinding into it with your tip, her pussy splashing around your cock, dripping down to Shuri’s. 
“O-oh baby, I-I can’t-“
“Yes, you can. I know you can.”
Your lower stomach was covered in Riri, the wetness slicking your clit. She couldn’t though. She was already coming, your name on her lips, loud. 
“Y/n, baby, oooh, my b-baby, I-I’m f-fucking coming.”
Shuri breaks your rhythm, bouncing Riri on her cock at inhumane speeds, panther-like speeds. You slip out at the swift movements and Ri is free to release, coming, fucking squirting on your torso, soaking you in her stickiness. 
“Just y/n, Ri? You only coming for her?”
“N-no, Shuri, fuck, t-too deep-“
She lifts the girl slightly, but doesn’t stop. “Oh now you know my name? Didn’t know it when you were coming, so guess I gotta make you cum again, huh?”
Riri’s trying so hard to squeeze her legs shut, her body too sensitive from the orgasm that just wrecked her. “N-no, sorry, S-Shuri, fuck-“
The panther’s got her canines bared, eyes dark, voice low. “Nah, that’s n-not my fucking name no more, baby-“
Shit, what a fucking sight. Ri’s breasts bounce hard, her little body being thrown into the air, landing back on the entirety of Shuri’s cock. 
“I-I’m n-not-“
Shuri showed no mercy, her hand reaching around Riri’s front to swipe at her clit. The overly sensitive bud was already worn out. 
You watched, hypnotized, wondering when Riri would crack. Shuri’s eyes met yours and god, her smirk was so sexy. “Like what you see, baby?”
Your nod was slight, lip pulled between your teeth. “Good, cuz you next.”
She turned back to her task at hand, teeth sinking into Riri’s neck, licking away the pain she knew it caused. 
“C’mon, baby. Give it to me.”
“F-fuck, Shuri, please-“
Shuri was relentless-her torture wasn’t letting up. “My name, Ri. Say my name baby.”
She had to. Riri knew she had to as her second orgasm tethered near. It was going to rip her apart, Shuri was going to rip her apart. Eyes squeezed shut, cunt leaking once more, she caved. Riri gave in, just as her pussy poured into Shuri’s sheets, her name roaring through the air.
 
“D-daddy, fuck!”
Shuri was fucking pleased and her cock twitched deep in Riri, spilling her seed into her ass and back all over her dick. “Was that so hard? Huh, baby?”
Riri was silent, body shaking, nut collecting beneath the three of you. She convulsed like she was possessed, mouth wide open, a beautiful contortion on her face. 
Her body went limp afterward, falling into the wet comforter beneath her. “Shit-“
Shuri leaned over, a wet kiss falling from her lips and planting on Riri’s. “You called me da-“
“Nigga, no, okay? We don’t speak of it.”
You make your way between their two bodies, having enjoyed the tender moment, even if it was brief. “You did call her daddy, though.”
If looks could kill, you’d be six feet under, and then some. Riri’s eyes were slits, staring daggers into your head. 
Shuri’s lips moved to yours next, “I didn’t know you had all that in you, baby.”
Your blush brought butterflies to the princess’ stomach. “Did I do good? Did you like it?”
Her arms wrap around your body, pulling you on top of hers while Riri scoots closer, kissing down your arm. “You did phenomenally. I fucking loved it, fucking love you.”
“I love y-“
A hard knock cuts your words short. Okoye’s voice rings through the heavy door, “Hey! Yeah, your soundproofing didn’t work, Princess!”
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haechvn · 1 year
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What Did I Tell You? (18+ NSFW)
Pairing: Shuri x F!Reader
Warning: Jealous!Shuri. Eater!Shuri. Munch!Reader
Summary/Request: Shuri and reader go to the club and reader doesn't know how to act
Word Count: 1.3k+
Author’s Note: Yall. Vibranium Strap!Shuri went viral omg. I hope you guys enjoyed my rant the other day about smut. Here’s more smut.
Taglist : @melodykisses @blackhottie25 @tonakings @coalmistyy @szalipcombo @prettyluhlaiiii @yelenabelovasgf @callmeoncette @clqrosmgc @beautybyfire @homelessmicechild @theblacksuccubus @cherios @killmongerskeeper
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Her eyes can’t seem to leave your beautiful body as your hips whined and swayed to the music blasting through the club speakers. The vibrations of afrobeats and dancehall drummed through the crowded club your girlfriend bought out, vibing with your closest friends and Shuri’s as well. Tonight was a well needed night off that the both of you were excited for. Well, you more than Shuri.
Now, this night turned into having to reprimand you every few minutes about how you don’t need to be twerking on security guard or that slow whining to Rema was reserved for her and her only. You don’t usually act out or cause any scenes with your woman but something in you just wanted to let loose. You wanted to see how far you could push your calm, cool headed partner since she has never shown any signs of jealousy before. And she has no real reason to either. She is well aware of how stunning she is and everything that makes her a catch so the thought of another stealing your attention has never crossed her mind. Not until now.
You are practically on top of your friends, in the shared section, grinding and whining your glorious ass away to the sensual music the same way you all used to when you were in college. Except this isn’t college and you were single back then. Now you are in Wakanda and in a committed relationship with the Princess. All of that had left your mind the moment the fifth shot had entered your system, just craving to have fun with your peers again. Shuri, on the other hand, has had enough of your seemingly disrespectful behavior. She had to pull you to the side two times already and now she is feeling as if you are trying to spite her on purpose.
“I’ll be better, okay baby. Just relax,” you had told her minutes before you decided that twerking on the table was a good idea. She trusts you no doubt about it but she also knows that she doesn't want you exposing yourself in inappropriate ways and simultaneously tarnish her reputation as Princess. She is never embarrassed of you but she also knows that you still not are completely used to the way things spread around Wakanda yet and she wants to be able to protect you from that.
Dragging her feet towards you, she takes hold of your wrist and drags you out of the club, notifying your peers that you would be back in two seconds. Of course that wasn’t the case. Shuri likes to travel in style so she is now pushing your fine ass into the limo that had taken you two to the club, wanting nothing more than to put an end to this outrageous behavior and put you in your place.
Sitting idly, you started to feel chills run up your spine as Shuri’s eyes darkened cornering you into the soft velvet seats, leaving you no place to hide. It seems like your plan worked. Her jaw was slightly clenched as she softly popped her knuckles, making her way towards you with no effort at all. Her lips first touched your collarbones as she whispered into them.
“You think it’s okay to walk around looking as good as you do and try to make a fool out of me?”, one hand clutching your neck with a tight grip, while the other traces your spine. Yes, yes. It’s working, you think to yourself as you feel Shuri push you off of the limo seats and onto the floor. “Since you want to act like such a useless brat, you need to remind yourself of who you are going home with.”
In a swift movement, Shuri’s gorgeous pussy is resting in your mouth, calling you to pleasure her in every way possible. Just as you were about to softly lick her clit, Shuri grabs your neck and shoves you forward, wrapping her legs around your head while rocking her hips up into your mouth relentlessly, not wanting to give you a chance to collect yourself. Her folds are so slick and so wet on your lips. She feels like a dream you never want to wake up from.
“Do you think you can act anyhow in a club I bought out for us eh? You think that I won’t–,” Shuri leans forward to deliver a harsh slap to your ass making you whimper in slight pain, "do anything about it. You don’t know me well enough then. You better make me feel good.”
Trying your best to please your Queen, you bobbed your head in unison with her thrusts, sticking your tongue as far as you can up her pussy, nose bumping with her large clit with barely any air in your lungs. Her moans sound so delicious and knowing that you are bringing that to your Queen is making you wet as well. You want to let her know that you are hers and hers only so you take two fingers and push them into her, seeing her head fall back and hearing her voice go up a few octaves. Hitting her spot over and over, Shuri furiously pushes you away from her, pulling her into your lap while sliding your wet panties to the side. One hand grips your neck as her other begins to massage your clit, circling slowly, wanting you to feel all of her movement and know that she’s the only one that can bring you to this place.
“You need to be taught a lesson my princess. I can’t have you thinking that you are the one in control.” Stroking you delicately, Shuri has you throwing your head back on her right shoulder, hips moving up to meet her movements. Shuri plants sloppy, wet kisses all along the side of your neck, speeding up her fingers before dipping them inside you fully. You moan out at the feeling of her finally letting you feel the way you’ve been wanting to. Smirking at this, the princess tightens her grip on your neck and digs her fingers deeper, creating large circles inside your pussy, her clit twitching at the sight of you so open and vulnerable for her.
“You better not cum. You better not think about how amazing my fingers feel inside of you,” Shuri forces your head to turn to yours, hands opening your mouth and you know what she wants you to do. Sticking your tongue out as she spit into that sexy mouth of yours. She waited until you swallowed for her to repeat this action once more before moving onto other things.
“Open yourself up for me the way you were trying to for those basic girls in the club.” She quickened her paced once she felt you squeezing on her fingers. “Oh? you wanna cum? Okay baby. Cum on me right now let me feel–,” she teased, slipping her finger outside of you, sliding them up your slit, brushing past your clit and shoving them in your mouth. Wow she really doesn’t like how you acted. With your tongue swirling around her two fingers, she loosen her grip on your neck and delivers harsh slaps to your pussy. Who do you think you are to get her all riled up like this?
Almost nearing your release, Shuri pulls her fingers out of you and slides your panties back in place. Before you can start to argue, she places a hungry, wet kiss on your lips and lightly pushes you forward to get off of her.
“I need to get back in there. They were about to play my favorite song before you decided to act crazy.” Pouting, you tried to stop her from exiting the car, suggesting that the two of you should just go back home instead. Shuri laughs and gives you a light kiss on your forehead.
“You know I dropped for this club today? I know I'm rich but I am still going to enjoy my money. Get yourself together so we can go back inside. Now please”
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pocketsizedpanther · 9 months
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Crown Royal
Synopsis: Shuri’s been holed up in her lab, so you occupy yourself by going out with your friends. You return home and Shuri shows you exactly what she’s been working on.
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Warnings: FILTH, StrapSlinger!Shuri, Drunk!Shuri, Drunk!Reader, drunk sex, oral (shuri receiving), throat fucking, spanking, Dom/Sub dynamic, hella dirty talk, alcohol, daddy kink (blink and you miss it), breeding kink, Panther!Shuri as always bc she has me by the ass, vibranium-laced alcohol, mentions of vibranum-laced hair products, just vibranium all through this mf, sub!Shuri for approximately 42 seconds; the pacing might be weird, idk,
Word Count: 8055
A note: Shuri speaks so much English in this simply because I didn't feel like arguing with Google Translate. I was talking a lot of shit so I hope I made yall proud with this one 🥹🥹🥹
Tags *I do not have a taglist, but these lovely folk asked to be tagged and they've been so patient with me while I drag my feet in writing*:
@desswright29 @sleepynggafr, @christinabae, @sapphicvqmpires, @writtenbymarie, @likemick @melanated-queen @blacksapphhicmaddonna
“Little fireworks that light up for me….” You hum along to the Victoria Monet song filtering through your speakers as you brush your hair, carefully gathering each strand into the high ponytail at the back of your head. Today you had your first Wakandan blowout and to say you were pleased with the results would be an understatement. You usually kept your hair in protective styles to cut down on maintenance time, but one too many scroll-throughs of silk press transformations on instagram had you asking one of the girls at your job for stylist recommendations. Once she’d given you the social info of her stylist, you reached out to book an appointment and four anticipation/anxiety-filled days later, here you were—obsessed with your hair and invigorated with a newfound confidence. Your new stylist had given you The Queen's Gambit; a blowout using vibranium-laced products to extend the life of the style, essentially making your hair moisture proof for up to four weeks, all while promising maximum curl retention once the products wear off. The method is extremely exclusive and requires extensive training to obtain a special license, which is usually reserved for only the most upscale salons and definitely not for new clients; however, once your stylist recognized you as Queen Shuri’s fiancée, she quickly made an exception and completed the service. Your hair cascaded down your back like a silken waterfall, and the bombshell curls added volume and sex appeal that you hadn't seen from your hair in a while, so when your friends called you to schedule a night on the town, you couldn’t refuse; all of Wakanda deserved to see you feeling yourself this heavily.
Once the elastic is secured around your hair and tightened to your liking you move to finish your makeup, applying your lip combo: a luscious red lipstick with a black liner. You sigh—this was Shuri’s favorite lip look on you; something about how the red pigment accentuated the plumpness of your lips attracted her to you like a bull. But Shuri wasn’t here to see it, she was holed up in her lab as she had been for the past few nights. You didn’t feel jaded or abandoned, Shuri made it clear you were welcome in her lab at any time, and you often took her up on it, popping by just to vent about your day or sit and watch her while she worked. She also shuts down the lab for an hour every day to have lunch with you in the garden. You understand that Shuri’s duty to her country—and therefore to you—as the Queen and Black Panther keeps her schedule packed, but she still goes out of her way to make time for you in every way that she can. I should pop down there to visit her, you think to yourself, but you dismiss the thought quickly; you could kiss your night out goodbye if Shuri got her hands on you like this. You’re wearing a brand-new outfit: a black strapless leather mini dress, black red bottoms and all gold jewelry, save for the purple tint of the vibranium-laced diamond in your engagement ring. The boning in the bodice and subtle V cut push your breasts up and the stretchy leather of the mini skirt hugs your hips perfectly. This dress might as well have been made for your body.
“Princess, Leona and Leomie Anderson are approaching.” Griot cuts into your self-admiration and as if on cue, the door to your dressing room opens, revealing the identical smiling faces of your two closest friends. The three of you greet each other with smiles, hugs and compliments before starting to pregame, take a few selfies and head towards the door to the car waiting outside.
“Princess, you’re forgetting your kimoyo beads.” Griot cuts in
“I have my earrings, Griot.”
The AI continues to press, “I will notify the Panther that you’re leaving.”
“No, Griot. Please don’t disturb her. I should be home before she leaves the lab.” You close the door before Griot can grill you more about your departure.
The ride into Downtown Wakanda is calm, but outside the club is chaotic; the line to get in is almost wrapped around the corner, the street is blocked with cars, and there are paparazzi loitering trying to get a glimpse of anyone of importance as they enter. Thankfully, the three of you are able to enter without much hassle from the bouncers and without being spotted by the photographers. The inside of the club is dark except for purple uplighting on the walls, providing just enough light for the three of you to make your way to the bar and find three plush velvet seats. Your chest rattles from the bass in the afrobeat's that the DJ is mixing. He’s keeping a watchful eye on the small but growing crowd in the middle of the dance floor; the night is still relatively young, so he’s not putting out his best mixes just yet. You continue to gaze around the venue; there’s tables along the far wall, a game area with darts and pool, a cigar room and what you assume is the VIP section behind a gold rope and purple curtain. 
“Can I get something started for you ladies?” The bartender asks as he approaches, his eyes lingering on Leona, “Or would you like me to make you something special? On the house, of course.”
Leona leans forward, making sure to push her breasts further onto display, “Give us something good,” She lightly caresses the back of the bartender's hand, “And sweet.”
He smirks at her, trailing her eyes down to her chest, “Right away.” Before he takes his leave, purposely staying within Leona's eyesight as he mixes your drinks with a mixologist's flare. 
“Whore.” Leomie, Leona’s twin sister, mumbles.
“I’m just trying to find me somebody to take home tonight so I can be like Y/N when I grow up.” Leona leans forward, glancing past her sister to wiggle her eyebrows at you.
You laugh, “I didn’t meet Shuri in a club so you’re already off on the wrong foot.” 
“Okay but I’m not a good little nerd like you so I have to take some detours in the plan. As long as I end up at the same destination, I’m good.” Leona replies.
The three of you continue bickering, but it dies down when the bartender approaches, setting three brightly colored—almost glowing—drinks in front of you. Leona’s is orange, Leomie’s is red, and yours is two toned, “Something special for special ladies. Let me know what you think.” He steps back, patiently awaiting your reactions.
“Ooh, what’s in this?” Leona asks, watching the golden sparkles in her glass dance as she swirls the liquid inside.
“Yours is peach papaya, hers is blood orange mango, and the future Mrs. Panther’s is pineapple Dragon fruit.” He shoots you a wink, chuckling slightly as you bashfully hid your face; you still forget that you’re engaged to the Black Panther, to you she was just Shuri the Science Nerd. “All three have gin and rum, with a little extra syrup for sweetness. And those Panther swizzle sticks are custom.”
You sip your drinks, humming delightedly at the taste. “I hope they give you a raise soon because this is amazing!” Leona gushes.
The bartender smiles proudly before taking a small bow, “Thank you, I try my best.” Other people approach the bar; the crowd in the club is beginning to get crowded and the bar seats are filling up, “Let me know if you ladies need anything else,” He shoots a wink at Leona before moving away to help other patrons. 
The rest of your night out is filled with drinks, dancing and carefree fun with your friends. Many people watch, wanting to approach you and your girls, or maybe even take one of you home but they know better than to approach, lest they face The Panther’s wrath. After a few hours, however, your Outside Timer runs out and you turn to your friends, “I’m ready to go.”
Thankfully, Leona and Leomie share your sentiment, “Yeah, I’m gonna order us a car. Let’s go back to the bar, at least we’ll have a straight shot to the door when it’s time to go.”
Leona spends the duration of your wait flirting with the bartender, ultimately deciding to stay at the club and wait for him to get off work so she could leave with him. 
“Be safe Leona! Use protection!” You shout over your shoulder as you and Leomie make your way to the door.
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t let her get you pregnant!” Leona shouts back, nursing yet another experimental drink from the bartender.
“I just might!” You laugh just before crossing the threshold into the lobby.
The ride home is uneventful. The bit of liquor in your system is doing just enough to keep you warm, fuzzy and slightly horny, but not enough for you to be blackout sloppy drunk. The driver reaches Leomie’s home first, where you quickly say your goodbyes and confirm that the tracker in Leona’s bag was indeed active before Leomie leaves the car, and you alone. Your plan for the rest of the night was as follows: shower, change, prep a small meal to take to your fiancée as you collect her from her lab, see if you can’t get her to fuck you senseless (or eat her out for a few hours, whichever she preferred) once you got home, fall into a coma in her arms until tomorrow when the two of you have cake tastings and venue tours scheduled.
Before you know it, the driver is pulling up in front of your house. The lights are still off: Shuri isn’t home. You let out a small sigh as you exit the car, thanking the driver before closing the door and walking the path to the front door, scanning your fingerprint on the panel to gain entry. Once the door is shut, your heels are kicked off in one direction and your clutch lands on the foyer table in the other. You don’t bother with the lights as you walk down the entry hallway towards the living room. Shuri had this house custom built for the two of you and you know it like the back of your hand; you can practically see your surroundings, even in the dark.
Well, maybe you don’t have night vision.
Because if you did, you would’ve seen her sitting on the couch. You would've seen how she was sitting: manspread, hair braided back, arm thrown over the back of the couch, white sports bra peeking out from underneath an unbuttoned suit jacket. You would’ve seen the drink in her hand and the unmarked, half empty bottle sitting on the end table next to her. Maybe if you weren’t half drunk, you would’ve felt her eyes following you as soon as you crossed the threshold of your home.
But you didn’t see her, not until she turned the lamp on and flooded the room with light, nearly giving you a heart attack in the process.
“Jesus, what the fuck?” You yell before your eyes fall on the woman before you, “Shuri? What are you doing home?”
A half smirk flits across the Panther’s face, gone before your alcohol-laden brain can register it, “Am I not allowed to come home, sthandwa?”
“N–no of course you are baby it’s just–” You look around the room like the inanimate furniture was going to help you explain yourself. No such luck. “The lights were off when I pulled up, I–I thought you were still at the lab.”
Shuri hums, staring at the liquid in the barrel of her glass; it’s low. She’ll have to refill it again soon, “I called it a night a little early. I wanted to come home and show you what I’ve been working on. Only when I got here,” She cocks her head to the side as she looks up at you and you shrink under her intense gaze, “Intyatyambo yam wasn’t home.” (my flower)
Shuri is sitting halfway across the room, but you might as well be under the microscope on one of her lab tables with how closely she’s studying you. You’re positive she can hear how your heart is racing and see how you discreetly rub your thighs together in an attempt to quell the slick leaking from your core already, “I–I’m—”
“Did you have fun at the club, umfazi?” Shuri questions, another smile threatening to break out on her face.
You freeze, “I—How did you—Was it Griot?”
“I always know where you are, usana.” Shuri’s stare hardens as she looks at you pointedly, “Regardless of whether or not you have your kimoyo beads on you. How did you like the club? Did they take care of you? With the drinks and all.”
“We went to some club downtown. I don’t really remember the—”
Shuri reaches over, refilling her glass with whatever’s in the bottle. “The Panther’s Lair. How did you like it, usana?” A grin finally breaks out on your fiancee’s face.
You squint, “How do you know where we went? You don’t even keep up with the club scene, Shuri.”
“I own that club, mama.” Shuri leans further into the couch, cockiness oozing from every pore, “How do you think you were able to skip the line and walk straight in? Why do you think you didn’t pay for anything?”
“The bartender was flirting with Leona the whole night.”
“And why did the DJ only play your favorite songs the whole night?”
“I—I don’t know. Why do you own a club?”
“M’Baku wanted to be in charge of something after I took the throne. He manages the day to day operations, but my name is on the deed.” Shuri drains the rest of the liquid in her glass and refills it again before standing and walking over to you. Her eyes are low and lidded—no doubt from the contents of that glass—but they’re just as intense as ever as she looks you over, “Hmm, haven’t seen this dress before.” She notes, almost to herself as she grasps your hand, “Ndijike, ntombazana entle.” (Turn for me, pretty girl.)
You follow Shuri’s lead, allowing her to turn you every which way for her viewing pleasure, watching her reaction in the full body mirror across from you, “I just got it a few days ago. Didn’t have anywhere to wear it until tonight.”
“I’ll need to give you more reasons to wear it then, won’t I?” The Panther’s voice is deep as she speaks from behind you, running her hand over the material covering your ass until she reaches the bottom of your ponytail where she immediately curls her hands into your locks. “You got your hair done too?”
“Yeah, one of the girls at my job recommended to me her stylist and she gave me this vibranium-infused blowout. She said it’ll last for two weeks, even if I get my hair wet! It’s been so long since I had my hair straight. I’m thinking of wearing it like this for the wedding, or at least our engagement shoot.”
Shuri isn’t looking at you, she’s looking above you—namely, the ponytail on the back of your head. You watch her gaze darken with every revolution of her hand and once her grip is tight enough, she pulls, tilting your head back to expose your neck to her lips as she begins leaving lingering kisses on the skin of your neck.
“A sweat-proof blowout, huh?” Shuri huffs out a chuckle into your ear before she licks her lips, taking another sip from her glass, “Should we test that?”
A whimper escapes you before you can stop it, the effects of the alcohol and the woman behind you hitting you full force, “Shuri.”
The woman in question releases your hair, but her tattooed hand wraps around your throat instead, keeping your eyes locked on the two of you in the mirror as her lips continue their assault on your throat, tongue and teeth going to work suckling on your heated skin and pulling small moans from your throat as you melt into her.
“Should use this ponytail as a handle to fuck your throat. Get that pretty red lipstick all over my strap.” Shuri mumbles, locking eyes with you in the mirror. At your strangled whimper, she continues, "You'd like that wouldn't you? For me to use you for my own pleasure, to treat you like the slut you are?" 
"Only yours, Shuri" Your eyes flutter closed as Shuri kisses from your neck, down your shoulder and arm before lifting your left hand to kiss up the back of your palm and around your engagement ring.
"Damn right you are." Shuri's mouth returns to your neck where she sinks her teeth into your pulse point. Your hand creeps up, caressing the shaved hair on the back of her head as you moan her name. "You're mine. Forever."
She releases you all too soon, spinning you to face her with a hand gripping your ass, "Go in the room and wait for me, usana. You know how I want you." 
A whine escapes you as Shuri avoids your kiss, "Shuriiiii, you haven't kissed me all day." You pout.
A hum sounds from the Panther in front of you before she kisses your forehead and the corner of your mouth, "I know, ipetal yam. But not yet."
You continue your pouting, trying to get your lover to change her mind, but she only taps your ass twice, "Yiba yintombazana elungileyo kum kwaye uhambe uzilungiselele." (Be a good girl for me and go get ready)
You stare at Shuri a little longer, but she remains firm, staring back at you as she drains her glass again, raising a single eyebrow when she sees you still haven’t moved. “Ngaphandle kokuba ufuna ndikohlwaye.” She says, grazing your chin between her thumb and index knuckle. (Unless you want me to punish you)
Your lips part, another wave of arousal hitting you as you barely conceal a moan. Yes, that’s exactly what you want. But you say nothing, knowing Shuri can read your body language with her eyes closed. Shuri’s gentle touch turns rough as she grips your throat, pulling you within a breaths distance of her, the scent of the alcohol she’s been drinking fanning over your face, intoxicating you further, “I will not ask you again, intombi yam. Go to our room and get ready for me.” Her lips graze yours as she speaks to you with the intonation of a Queen, and you can’t help yourself as you poke your tongue out, running the tip over Shuri’s plump bottom lip before you lock eyes with her as she slowly releases her hold, watching you carefully as you finally follow her orders, turning and walking out of the room, making sure to put an extra swing in your hips as you leave Shuri’s eyesight and head to your shared bedroom to prepare yourself for the Panther’s arrival.
It takes Shuri approximately 8 minutes and 26 seconds to make her appearance in your bedroom. She pauses, leaning against the threshold of your room, a newly refilled bottle in hand, observing and admiring the scene before her; you kneeling in the center of the bed, eyes down, hands folded in your lap and completely nude except for your jewelry. “Ngalo lonke ixesha ulungile kum.” Shuri mumbles as she finally approaches you, running her fingertips up your shoulder, neck, back and into your hair where she pulls the elastic loose, flinging it across the room as your hair falls in a curtain around your face. (always so good for me)
You take a chance in looking up at her without permission, “I thought you liked my ponytail.”
“I do, but that’s what my hands are for, sthandwa.” She turns away from you, taking a swig directly from the bottle before placing it on the nightstand. You eye the swirling contents curiously as Shuri steps back; the drink is dark, with an almost purplish tint.
Shuri seems to be reading your mind, as always, “You can ask the question, usana.” You can hear the smile in her voice without having to look at her.
“That's what you’ve been working on?”
Shuri hums to the affirmative, her ravenous eyes still locked on you.
“You infused it with the Heart Shaped Herb?”
Shuri hums again, a smirk spreading on her lips, “I can get drunk with you now; my metabolism doesn’t burn through this as fast.”
“Can I try some?”
Shuri hums, “Maybe. It might be too strong for you, sthandwa.” She removes her jacket, revealing her toned arms and smooth chocolate skin as she approaches your form again. “Safe word?”
There’s no doubt a puddle on the sheets beneath you. Oh, I’m in for a night. “Petal.”
“Good girl.” Shuri’s voice has dropped an octave, vibrating low in her chest as you watch her deft hands unbutton and unzip her slacks, pushing them down to reveal the boxers she wore underneath—and the wet spot growing right in the crotch. Your mouth waters as you stare unabashedly at it, and Shuri follows your gaze, chuckling slightly as she spreads her legs slightly to give you a better view, “The drink seems to have some unintended effects. But I think it’s perfect for what I have planned for you, yes?”
You nod, unable to speak for fear you might drool as you watch Shuri kick the pants off her feet, her boxers and sports bra soon following and now The Black Panther stands before you in all of her glory. You’ve seen Shuri nude plenty of times over the course of your relationship, but you’re left staring in awe each time she reveals her marble-sculpted body to you. Your eyes linger on the few new scars she’s sporting; results of her work as the Panther. They’re healing and barely noticeable, but your heart still clenches at the thought of your baby being hurt—no matter how smart and powerful she is, your urge to protect her was only outmatched by her need to protect you. You find yourself reaching out, gently grazing your fingertips over the raised skin as you pull her closer. She obliges you as she always does, climbing onto the bed and standing on her knees in front of you before your brain catches up to your actions, and you snatch your hand away, ducking your head back down, “I–I’m sorry, you didn’t give me permission.”
Shuri says nothing, taking your hand, placing it back on her side and holding it there, “You always take such good care of me.” She speaks softly against your forehead before pressing multiple kisses to the crown of your head. “I love you so much, usana.”
“I love you too, Shuri.” You tilt your head up, seeking the lips of your love, and she briefly grants your request, grazing her lips across yours for a few moments before beginning to pull away, but you’re not having it. You surge forward, claiming Shuri’s mouth in a deep kiss, scraping your teeth against her plump lips and working your tongue into her mouth, your hands creeping up her waist and pulling her flush against you. Your hands begin to wander around Shuri’s smooth skin, and she grants you a full body shudder as you tease her nipples and massage her perfect breasts before gliding your hands down to her hips and to her soaking center, easily slipping through her folds and sinking two fingers inside.
Shuri throws her head back, a guttural moan sounding from her throat as she begins rocking her hips, riding your fingers while her puffy clit bumps the palm of your hand.
“You look so pretty like this, angel.” You mumble, sinking your teeth into her nipple and moaning when she clenches around you, a cry leaves her lips. Your lips work their way around her body, sucking and kissing on every inch of skin you can reach as Shuri’s hips work faster, the wet squelch of her cunt increasing in volume as you curl your fingers and issue one command in her ear, “Cum for me, Panther.”
One, two, three more caresses against that sweet spot within her and she follows your orders, flooding your hand with her essence. Her hips stutter, abs contracting, chest heaving as her orgasm overtakes her, your name falling from her lips like a prayer as her sopping, gushing pussy milks your fingers. You take over, thrusting your fingers and fucking her through her high, trying to draw it out as long as possible. Watching Shuri cum has always been one of your favorite sights, even before she took the Herb. Her orgasms were always so intense and powerful, wracking through her whole body and making her genius mind go blank, if just for a few moments. Your arm begins to burn from overexertion, as you lack the endurance the woman before you has, but you wouldn’t dare stop, not when she looked like a Goddess on her throne as she fucked herself on your fingers.
You only slow your fingers when the Panther before you begins whimpering from overstimulation. She opens her eyes, tears gathered in the corners of her ember gaze that you quickly kiss away as you slowly withdraw your fingers from her core and hold them up. Shuri acts immediately, maintaining eye contact with you as she takes one of your glistening fingers into her mouth, her tongue swirling and working to clean her nectar from your digit. You watch her intently before taking your other finger into your own mouth, tasting the essence of your love. The two of you stare into each other's eyes as you both suck on your fingers, before Shuri pulls off, fisting her hand in the hair at the base of your neck and pulling you into a bruising kiss. Tongues and teeth meet as Shuri kisses you feverishly, hell bent on tasting herself on every surface of your mouth.
You pull away for air moments later, “You love the way you taste, don’t you?” 
“Only when it’s mixed with the taste of you.” Shuri presses more desperate kisses to your lips; she’s still riding the high of her orgasm, “Get on the floor, on your knees.”
You hum reaching for the long abandoned bottle on the nightstand, “Take drink first, love.”
Shuri takes the bottle and lifts it to her lips, taking several long swigs. You’re not sure if it’s from her still-shaking hands, or the speed at which she was drinking, but some of the liquor misses her mouth trailing down her beautiful neck, over her collarbones and between her breasts. You can’t help but to lean forward, poking your tongue out as you trace the trail of alcohol up her body, ending with sucking a mark into her pulse point.
Shuri grips your jaw, tilting your head back and hovering the bottle above your lips. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, and Shuri streams a small amount of the liquor onto your waiting tongue, watching you swallow three times before pulling back. The light floral notes of the drink accompany the smooth burn as it slides down your throat and the effects hit your bloodstream almost immediately. Your senses are dialed to 11; the cool air in the room makes your nipples pebble, you feel the slick as it leaks from you, you’re sure if you shift just enough, you could make yourself cum untouched. “Wow,” you muse, looking around the dimly lit room; you swear you’re seeing new colors. “Is this how you feel all the time?”
You feel Shuri’s breath waft over you as she huffs out a breathy chuckle, “More or less.” Your breath catches in your throat as Shuri slips her hand between your legs, mumbling a curse as her fingers graze over your wet pussy, “Bast, you’re so fucking wet.” 
You grip her wrist, guiding her hand to circle your clit as you breathe against her lips, “Shuri, please.” You begin circling your hips, adding to the friction from Shuri’s fingers. 
“Please what, mama? Tell me what you want.” Shuri’s eyes zero in on your hips, hypnotized by the motion of your curves.
Your head lolls back, your orgasm is a train, rocketing towards you at full speed, “I want you inside me. I wanna cum around you.”
Shuri’s lips find your neck, pulling a loud moan from you as her teeth work over your soft spot. Everything on you is so much more sensitive now and you can hear it every time Shuri’s expert fingers slosh through your dripping core, “Soon, my love. Wanna fuck your throat first. Can I? Please?”
You nod, quickly shuffling and assuming the position; on your knees at your lover's feet, waiting for her to push the limits of your throat with your favorite strap.
“You ready for me, pretty girl?” Shuri questions as the strap materializes, the tip nudging your top lip as you instinctually stick your tongue out, allowing Shuri to tap it against your tongue a few times, "Get it wet for me."
You start slowly, maintaining eye contact as your tongue caresses the tip, laying several French kisses on the mushroom head and then finally taking it into your mouth and sucking.
Shuri pulls in a shaky breath above you, fisting her hand in your hair in an attempt to encourage you further down her shaft; her control is already slipping, but she wants to prolong this as much as possible, "Don't tease me, usana." 
You don't respond verbally, instead you inhale through your nose, and sink your mouth down to the hilt. The tip of the strap grazes the back of your throat and triggers your gag reflex, but you resist, willing your throat to relax by taking measured breaths as you hold yourself down at her base.
Shuris grip on your hair tightens, "Bast, I can feel your throat clenching around me." 
You pull off her slowly, your flattened tongue against the underside trailing behind your lips before you repeat your actions and sink back to the base. This time you don't pause, quickly drawing back up before employing your hand to twist around Shuri’s shaft as you continue to bob your head. You continue like this for a few moments—alternating between slurping her shaft and suckling on her tip, just the way she likes. Shuri is a moaning mess above you, her head is thrown back with one hand in your hair and the other twisting her nipple. She looks gorgeous, but she's still holding back, afraid her strength as The Black Panther might hurt you.
Your mouth detaches from her completely, but your hand continues stroking her, “Shuri, my love.” You coo softly to draw her attention. Your voice sounds wrecked already, and you haven’t even gotten to the main event yet––you probably won’t even be able to speak when you meet with the wedding planner tomorrow. It takes a few seconds, but her wild eyes eventually fall on your kneeling figure. They’re unfocused and completely clouded by arousal, but you still see your Shuri clinging to control as the Panther prowls, wanting to completely let loose and ruin you.
“You’re holding back on me, entle.” You start, continuing when Shuri begins to protest, “You know I can take it.” You hold eye contact as you begin trailing kisses down her shaft, across her hips and to the top of her slit sitting just under the strap, “Let Her go. I want you to use me.” Shuri lets out a guttural moan as your wet tongue licks up the underside of the strap before you remove your hand, folding both of them on your lap, your lips grazing the tip of the strap as you speak, “I want you to fuck my throat, okay?” 
The woman above you whimpers at your words, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
You flash a smile, “How many times have we done this? And how many times have you hurt me? We have a safe word for a reason.”
Shuri doesn’t respond. You’re right; she’s never hurt you and she knows she never will. But that doesn’t stop her worrying: what if this is the time she takes it too far? Lets The Panther on too long a leash and can’t reel Her back in? She would never forgive herself—or touch you again—if she hurt you; you’d be resigned to boring, one-position, vanilla sex for all of eternity. You sense her conflict, leaning up to press a reassuring kiss to her abdomen before resting your head on her thigh and delivering the line that you know will do her in, “I want it. Please?”
Your lover groans, she hates that you know she can never deny you, and she hates that you use that against her so frequently. She squats down, gripping your cheeks and pulling you into a bruising, tongue-tangled kiss, “Tap my thigh twice if I go too far, okay?”
You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face, “Of course, my love.”
Shuri kisses you one more time before standing up, fisting her hand in your hair once more to position you perfectly as her other hand strokes the strap a few times before lining it up with your waiting mouth. She slides in slowly but sinks in deep, not stopping until her pelvis is bumping your nose. A grunt sounds from deep in her chest as both of her hands gather your hair in a ponytail, holding your head steady as she begins thrusting, “Your mouth is so fucking perfect, usana. You know that?”
You can only hum in response, the vibration sending Shuri over the edge as an animalistic growl escapes her; The Panther has finally won, spurred on by the feel and sounds of your throat expanding and contracting to take her girth. She doesn’t bother trying to hold back her moans and grunts, knowing you love to hear them when you’re pleasuring her. She sets a pace that would have most people tapping out from the intensity, but you were you, and you weren’t betrothed to a Queen Panther for no reason: you proved time and time again that you could take everything she gave you, both in and out of the bedroom. Slick leaks from you in a stream as you look up at Shuri through watering eyes and running mascara. She’s a vision above you: eyebrows furrowed in concentration, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth, biceps flexing, sweat glistening down the beautiful, sculpted planes of her contracting abs, her hips rolling fluidly as she defiles your mouth. You could stay down here forever if you could. Either tonguing her perfect cunt or sucking her off, anything that ended in her cumming down your throat was heaven to you. 
Shuri switches her rhythm, pushing the strap in, down to the base and holding it for a few seconds before pulling out entirely and repeating the action. You understand her silent command ‘swallow around it’. You obey, grabbing handfuls of Shuri’s ass to hold her in position as you use the back of your throat to stimulate the tip of the strap. Shuri’s leg begins shaking as she starts thrusting again; she’s close, “Bast, your mouth was made for me to fuck wasn’t it? You love me using you like this, don’t you? On your fucking knees, waiting for me to cum down your throat all the time. Like a fucking slut. My pretty fucking slut.” Shuri begins thrusting deeper, triggering your gag reflex with every push forward. Your eyes flutter closed as you trap your thumb against the palm of your hand; the trick works and your gag reflex subsides just enough. Your other hand creeps towards your dripping core, you’re still extremely sensitive from the Herb-infused alcohol and if you rub your clit just right, you could time yourself to cum at the same time as your love.
Shuri, however, catches on—even as the first waves of her orgasm begin to wash over her. “Don’t you dare touch your pussy. The only way you’re going to—fuck, oh Bast—cum is on my dick. Y–you understand?”
You whine, your hand shooting away from your core, opting to hold onto Shuri’s calves to ground yourself, leaving your glistening cunt abandoned for the time being.
Shuri’s moans increase in volume and her grip on your hair tightens as she throws her head back, exposing the beautiful lines of her throat, “I’m gonna fucking cum for you, mama. All down your fucking throat. You’re gonna swallow every fucking drop of me, aren’t you?”
“All of it.” Comes your muffled reply as your hands slide up Shuri’s legs to the back of her thighs, but you know your Shuri understands.
“I wish you could see yourself. You look so beautiful like this, usana. Always such a good girl for me—oh, fuck. FUCK!” The dam breaks and Shuri floods you for the second time that evening, your name on her lips like a mantra as her body shakes with the force of her orgasm. She pulls out a bit, allowing room for you to swallow as you drink what she gives you before your mouth goes to work to milk more out and prolong her high. Shuri’s knees give out and she collapses on the bed, but you and your mouth follow her, sucking intently on the sensitive tip to draw more nectar from The Panther. Shuri cries out in overstimulation, body going stiff, but her hips tell another story, thrusting into the warm cavern your mouth provides. You manage to pull a few more drops from her before she lifts you off completely, drawing you up her body to trap your lips in a kiss.
The two of you lay there for several moments, kissing each other deeply but leisurely as Shuri licks the taste of herself off of your tongue. Hands wander everywhere they can reach, over thighs, arms, backs, hair, breasts, before finally Shuri’s expert fingers wander between your legs, moving past your soaked thighs to delve into the source. Her lips pull away from yours, whispering a curse as she feels just how wet you’ve become, a smirk spreading on her lips. “You get this wet from sucking me off?”
You nod, angling your hips in an attempt to get Shuri’s fingers to slip inside. It should only take her one curl of her fingers and you’d cum all over her hand. But her fingers pull away as she takes note of your silence. Mild concern crosses her features as she sits up, gently pushing you off of her as she moves to the minifridge across the room, producing a water bottle and promptly uncapping it, helping you drink half before putting it on the bedside table next to the alcohol.
“Thetha nam.” (talk to me)
You wait a moment, clearing your throat and swallowing a few times, “Probably won’t be able to talk to the wedding planner tomorrow.” Your voice is rough and barely above a whisper but you’re speaking, and that satisfies Shuri, who returns the smile.
“You let me handle that. Color?”
“Green.” You respond immediately, perking up as you wait for your next command. 
Shuri regards you carefully for a few moments, looking for any reasons to stop for the evening. She evidently finds none, nodding her head to the center of the bed. “Hands and knees, face the bottom.”
You spring into action immediately moving into position and setting your back in a deep arch, just the way Shuri likes. You chance a glance at your reflection in the mirror at the bottom of the bed: your hair is a mess—still beautifully sleek, but disheveled and piled in a hornet's nest on the top of your head, your cheeks are striped black from your running mascara and liner, and your lips are swollen. 
Shuri smiles as she approaches you, tracing her hand down the small of your spine, “Always so eager to please me, hm?”
“Always wanna be good for my Panther.” You push your ass back into Shuri’s hand, wiggling your hips in an effort to get her to move faster. She lifts her hand up, bringing it down in a powerful smack on your right asscheek. You moan out, feeling more wetness drip out of you, based on the way Shuri’s eyes darken as she watches you, she sees it too.
Shuri finally crawls on the bed and positions herself on her knees behind you. She swipes two fingers through your cunt, using your wetness as lube to stroke the strap as she watches your pussy drip untouched. She leans forward after a few moments, licking three fat stripes up your slit before sealing her lips around your clit. You spread your legs as you begin circling your hips, riding Shuri’s face as best you can. The moans escaping you rise in pitch as you get frustrated; she’s doing just enough to keep you soaked, but not doing enough to make you cum. “Shuriiiii, please.” You cry out. Your body jolts as she slaps your ass again before sinking three fingers in to the hilt, causing you to scream out. She curls them immediately, rubbing that spongy spot within as she pounds you. You begin fucking yourself on her fingers, chasing the orgasm that’s been circling you all night but Shuri’s eerily calm voice breaks through your moans, “You’re not going to cum.”
You whine, “Shuri, why? I let you cum.”
“I told you why, usana.” Her voice is still level, but you can hear the pinch in the tone as her other hand works her toward another orgasm.
“Then fuck me!” You yell, throwing your ass back on Shuri’s long fingers.
Shuri pulls out entirely, dishing six quick slaps on alternating cheeks before grabbing your throat and hauling you upright, pressing your back to her front. “Are you rushing me?” Her voice is dangerously low, and the vibrations from the bass go straight to your core as you drop again.
You try to rock your hips, hoping the thickness of your thighs provides at least a little bit of friction but Shuri—as always—is miles ahead of you, forcing your legs apart and cupping her hand over your sex. You sob, sagging against the woman behind you, she’s not playing fair.
Her grip on your throat tightens, the restriction on your airway only makes you wetter instead of making you listen, “You’ll take what I give you, when I give it to you. Understand?” She suddenly slaps your cunt, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. You try to squirm away, but The Panther holds you still, delivering four more wet slaps right to your mound. Tears well up in your eyes, you feel like you’re going to burst from how pent up you are, and your fiancée is apparently content with teasing you until you explode. “I’ve taken care of you every time, haven’t I?” Shuri continues, scraping her blunt nails up your thigh when you don’t respond. 
“Y–yes, Panther.” You sob out
“And you always end up satisfied and fucked thoroughly, right?” Shuri begins rubbing your clit in slow circles, avoiding direct contact.
“Yes.”
“Are you going to let me take care of you?”
“Yes, panther.”
“Good girl. Here.” She holds up the bottle, waterfalling some into your waiting mouth before taking a few long swigs of her own, discarding the bottle and pushing you back down on your forearms. She begins sliding the strap through your folds as the next wave of vibranium-infused liquor hits your bloodstream. You can’t help but to push back on her a little bit, but she lets you slide, simply gripping your ass to spread your lips apart as she watches herself move through you, “You’re so fucking wet.”
“All for you. Panther, please.” Your hips move on their own accord, working in slow circles to match the slide of the strap.
Shuri obliges you, thrusting in and quickly sinking down to the base, filling you to the brim. Both of you moan at the euphoric feeling, briefly pausing to soak it in, and then Shuri grips your hips and begins to move. She wastes no time pounding into you, using her strength and endurance as The Panther to set a pace no man would ever hope to match. Moans tumble from both your lips uncontrollably, as your eyes roll back from the pleasure. 
“Shuri, Shuri, fuck yes. Yes, just like that!” You begin meeting Shuri’s thrusts, shaking your ass and fucking yourself on her dick. 
Shuri slows her movements, allowing more room for yours, “Fuck yourself on me just like that pretty girl.” She grabs your hair, forcing your eyes to lock on your reflection, “Look how good you look getting fucked by me. Look at you, taking my dick so fucking good. No one else can have you like this.” Her eyes are drawn back to your ass, namely the way your ass jiggles in the aftershocks from the power of her thrusts. Her hand comes down on your ass several times, her palm smoothing the pain away as she grips the meat of your ass, using it as leverage to fuck you deeper.
The coil in your center tightens as your cunt clenches around the strap, your orgasm finally approaching after being edged for so long.
“You gonna cum on this dick?” Shuri asks, winding your hair around her hand and gripping your throat with the other.
“Yes, daddy. I’m gonna cum on this big dick.” You hold onto the bed sheets in front of you for dear life. You’re floating and your mind is gone, completely deactivated from the combination of the alcohol and the pleasure you’re receiving from your lover.
“I know you are. Can feel your pussy milking me. Give it to me, mama. Flood my shit, drown me in it.”
“Fuck me harder, Panther! Fuck this pussy.” Some part of your brain thanks Bast that Shuri designed this house to be soundproof, though you’re almost positive you’re testing it with the volume of your screams.
Shuri kicks it into third gear, wrapping both hands around your throat in a tight grip and adjusting her stance, sinking deeper into you and poking right at your g-spot as she drills into your cunt. Your moans get impossibly higher before your lips part in a silent scream as the band within snaps. Your toes curl, your vision goes white, and gravity seems to leave the room as the train of your orgasm finally catches you, crashing over you like high tide on the beach. A voice in the screaming “Don’t stop, fuck me through it.” sounds miles away, barely heard over the blood rushing in your ears as you gush all over the both of you.
Shuri pounds into you with abandon, chasing her third high. Her inconsistent rhythm and nonstop moans tells you she’s close. “I’m gonna cum, usana.” She leans forward, curling herself over your prone frame as she fucks into you from a new angle, intertwining your fingers, “Please, please tell me I can cum for you.”
“Cum in this pussy, daddy. Fill me up.” 
Shuri thrusts four more times before her orgasm takes her. She cries out, collapsing on top of you as she ruts her hips, pumping you full of her cum for the second time, her lithe frame shaking with the force of each wave. She trails her lips up your neck as she thrusts a few more times, making sure her nectar is securely buried in you before she stills completely to catch her breath. After a few moments of silence, Shuri speaks, “Neither one of us is going to have a voice tomorrow.” 
The two of you share a hoarse, breathless laugh before Shuri lifts off of you, slowly pulling out, dematerializing the strap and collapsing next to you. “Color?”
You snuggle into the junction of her jaw and throat, “Green. You?”
Shuri flashes a smile, “Green.”
The next morning, the two of you were tasked with coming up with a believable explanation of why both of you were walking with a limp and had suddenly lost your voices. It may or may not have worked.
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axailslink · 11 months
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What's sexier in black?
LETITIA fucking WRIGHT
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And she wearing the grills good LAwDY
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vixentheplanet · 6 months
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illicit nights | part 2
“gimme few more minutes of this feeling. for right now time don't exist.”
shuri x black!reader | 18+
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Summary: You were born and raised in Wakanda, but you chose to leave to pursue a modeling career. You've amassed global fame as an international model, gracing runway shows, featuring in luxury campaigns, and appearing in fashion magazines. You're in the spotlight, and the entire world is watching your every move. After a very public breakup, you decide to return home to reconnect with your country and the people you love.
You didn't expect to catch the attention of your sister's best friend in your attempt to get over your heartbreak, let alone end up in a private sexual relationship with said friend. The Wakandan Queen.
word count: 9k
themes: model/famous reader, queen shuri, childhood friends, hookups
warnings: very explicit sexual relations
i forgot everything… the summary. the tags. the storyline. i actually almost put up the collage that was supposed to be for part 3
i think this was the song… IDK IDK. i was supposed to re-edit it but i don’t have time. 😩🤍 y’all know how i feel about this… so DON’T 😐😒
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The breeze tickled your skin as you sat outside, waiting for the sunrise. Your body had only begun to adjust to the time shift, and you usually woke up early enough to have breakfast with your mother before she left for work. The majority of your days were spent catching up with friends, spending time with Izara when she wasn't at work, and visiting some of your favorite places in your hometown—also, Shuri.
It’s been three weeks since Aneka’s party. Since you had left Shuri’s bed with the vow never to sleep together again. The next morning, when you saw Izara, she whistled at you, "Look at Miss, I don't sleep with strangers." She was sitting at the table with a half-finished plate of food. For a second, you weren't sure what she was talking about as she fixed her gaze directly on the bite marks on your neck.
To be fair, you said that there would be no kissing. You did not mention biting, but you're paying for it now. “Oh, yeah.” You speak plainly, attempting to dismiss it as nothing significant, but you know it won't work with your sister. Shuri had spent much time with her lips attached to your neck and a few scattered on your chest. You try to push the images away before they take over your mind and become too vivid.
There’s a bowl of fruit on the counter, and you make your way over to it, examining your options. Banana. Pear. Apple.
Izara keeps pushing. “How was it? Who was it? Did you get their number?” She pressed for specifics about the previous night, and it was too early for you to come up with a sensible explanation.
Ignoring your sister, you take another look at the fruit before settling on a pear and biting into it. "You're asking too many questions, hurting my brain." You speak once you've swallowed. Izara made jokes about you moving back in, but it appears she was the one who did. Despite having her own place, she came here very frequently. You're surprised she came here so early in the morning; she was probably looking for leftovers in the fridge to help with her hangover.
“She went to the market, and you’re lying. I've seen you drunk. You didn't drink much last night." She accuses, and you sigh.
Hangover or not, it’s too early to ask all these questions. "Am I your next research subject?" You sass.
She takes the hint this time. "No, I'm only observing because this means you hooked up with them sober," Izara exclaims, clamping her hands over her mouth. "They must have said something to charm you. You should see them again.” You laughed at her suggestion. Shuri was the one in question, and it couldn't happen again because-
You groan, “That’s not the point of a one-night stand.”
"Well, I guess not, but it wouldn't matter," your sister thinks. “You’ll be leaving eventually, and if you had a good time, I don’t see the harm in having another go at it.” She says carefully before picking up her fork and continuing to eat, and that's the end of it, fortunately.
There's a good chance Izara would give you different advice if she knew who you ended up taking home from Elixir that night. Your sister's words lingered in your mind for the rest of the morning. There was no harm in you and Shuri being sexually involved, considering that you would soon leave Wakanda. It was strictly between the two of you. No one else needed to know, and you're both single consenting adults. The fact that she's your sister's best friend adds a layer of complexity, but if neither of you told her, she wouldn't know. You are not required to inform her if you do not choose to.
That's why, after taking your sister's suggestion, the promise only lasted 24 hours. The next night, you were back in Shuri's bed. You weren't shocked when Shuri accepted your proposal for a no-strings-attached relationship. The two of you hadn't been drunk enough to blame your actions on altered brain chemistry the first time you slept together. Attraction and lust fueled your acts.
Since you would see each other routinely, it was important to reiterate the three terms and conditions established on the first night.
No kissing
No intimacy
Izara (no one) can never find out
With that being said, the past three weeks were filled with friends, spending time with yourself, and lots of Shuri. It was relaxing, and you weren't planning on returning to work right away, but your IMG agency team wanted to check in with you.
You were lounging on the back patio of your childhood home, laptop open, waiting for a video chat from Gabrielle, your manager. It was after midnight in LA, but she worked for you; everything was on your schedule. Your agency was lenient with you, but you understood it was because you are vital to the industry. In only a few years, you became one of the top-earning models in the agency, in high demand. Though that meant nothing in Wakanda, it meant everything out there, and as a result, you are held to a higher standard.
Logically, you knew they weren't going to get rid of you, but your stomach was knotted with anxiety, not knowing what to anticipate. Was the press slandering you as a result of your absence? Does the demand for your campaign involvement decrease?
The laptop on the table chimes, signaling Gabrielle's call, and you immediately answer, her face filling the screen. As she sees your face, her smile broadens. Her surroundings indicate that she is in her home office. The night sky could be seen through the glass windows behind her. "There she is, my lovely lady. We miss you, you know?”
"I miss you guys too." For the most part, you worked with a good group of people. Your team ensured exposure and opportunities at every fashion house, show, and campaign. The money was the product of all the hard work that had gone into everything.
"The team and I wanted to check in and see where your head's at?" Gabrielle says as she shuffles papers off to the side.
Right now is the first time you’ve thought about returning to work since coming home. There was no definite time frame in your mind of when you would return. "I mean, I've missed being in Wakanda and am happy to be back. I know I'll have to go soon, but I'm not ready yet."
Gabrielle nods her head, taking in your words. “Okay, that’s understandable. Of course, we'll give you as much time as you need, but you should be aware that you're the most talked-about person in the world right now," She informs you with a broad grin. A twinkle in her eyes indicates she has some important news to share.
In the industry, that could be good or bad. No publicity was bad publicity, but still. "What do you mean?" you question. You figured once you decided to drop off the face of the planet, it would all quiet down, and the media would go back to focusing on something else.
She responds to your question with a question of her own. “Have you been on social media recently?”
“No, I logged out of all my accounts.” You weren’t actively posting or monitoring what was being said about you.
Keyboard sounds break the stillness before Gabrielle begins again, "Okay, the good news. They're doing fantastic. Your last post a few months ago received 7 million likes. You've had a few viral tweets, and you're always trending on Twitter. Your name on search engines has skyrocketed, and many people wonder where you are. Why haven't they seen you in public?"
Your manager turns back to focus on you. "People want to know where you are and when you’re back on the runway. The phones are ringing. We have brands worldwide competing for your participation in their shows for the upcoming season."
She continues. "This has the potential to be tremendous, a defining career moment, a historic moment in fashion history. The return of Y/N to the catwalk." Gabrielle illustrates her point by moving her hands in a sweeping motion to the side, demonstrating how massive this could be.
She looks at you, eyes still sparkling with excitement.
But you’re anything but, “I don’t know. When would this be?” you ask.
"If you were interested, next month you'd have to come out for a couple of fittings for other companies," Gabrielle reads from a document. It would be completely under the radar. We'll have everyone sign NDAs, and you'll be back in Wakanda in no time." The way she puts it indicates that she considered every issue or inquiry you may have that might convince you to say no.
"The shows wouldn't be until the season starts, but you'd get rehearsal and additional fittings closer to the shows. Think about it.” The details were nothing new to you. You've been doing it for a long time. Fashion Week preparations took a significant amount of time and effort.
You pick at your nails while biting your lower lip. "I'll think about it," you answer.
The woman on the screen looks honestly surprised at your response. You get it. The entire world is waiting for you. Major fashion corporations from all over the world are vying for your attention, but you're reluctant. You would have leaped at this offer a few months ago. Her tone of voice when she mentions your name, "Y/N," is quite defeated. “You can’t let Mya win.” It's as if she's been thinking about it for a while and finally feels like she can let it out.
The mention of your ex-girlfriend irritated you a little. "What are you talking about?" Was she attempting to persuade you to make a decision?
“I mean this in the best way possible. I understand how difficult it is, but you can't hide forever. Particularly not from a chance like this." Gabrielle explains, but her comments are still hurtful.
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance. Don't pass it up. That's all I'm saying. You already know I want the best for you." She looks you in the eyes, yet her words sting. Were you allowing Mya to win by hiding? Was she satisfied knowing you fled due to the chain reaction your breakup caused?
This ridiculous fucking conversation. "Thank you," you say quickly, avoiding eye contact.
Gabrielle sighs, undoubtedly aware that she has upset you. She's been your manager for a while now. She is highly aware of your moods. “I’ll email you over everything, take a look and get back to me when you can. Take care of yourself.”
Your voice had escaped you. You finish the call with a polite nod.
Gabrielle assumed she was doing you a favor by presenting this ‘great’ news with her oh-so-helpful advice, but now you were filled with dread and regret. Is that what the rest of the world saw? Mya made you run? A heartbroken coward who would rather hide her face than deal with the aftermath of a poor decision to give her heart away to the wrong person. It's the first time you've cried since your split. You weren't upset over the broken romance. It was the fact that you were completely overwhelmed by the idea that Mya had won.
Here you were, at the top of your success, trying to figure out what to do next. Gabrielle wanted to make it appear as if the decision was yours. Still, how she illustrated and spoke about it being a part of fashion history made it evident that she was attempting to sway your mind into saying yes. Yet, you didn’t know if you wanted to, but you also knew in the back of your mind you’d be an idiot to pass this up.
You thought about going to Izara. Your sister was generally your go-to person in situations like these. Even though she was supportive, you knew that telling her you could be going would make her sad. Even though she still had work, you swear she spent every waking moment with you, and you would never complain about being in your sister's company.
It was reassuring to know you had time to think about it, at least because your mind was not in the ideal place to make such important decisions right now. You were in a daze all day, but your spirits lightened when you helped your mother test new recipes for her bakery. When your mother retired, she decided to run a bakery. She spent her whole life as a culinary master and was delighted to share her food with others. You grinned and joyfully took all the sweets she placed in your mouth. You were responsible for informing her if she needed to add more sugar or if the dough required additional butter; it was a tedious job.
Around 3 o’clock, you get a text.
Be here at 10.
Shuri. After typing a short response, you put your phone aside and spent the remainder of the day with your mom. The process of trying out new recipes was time-consuming, but she needed your help, and it was keeping your mind off of other stresses.
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"You're distracted," Shuri accuses. Today was the fourth night you've been over this week; it's probably due to a lack of sex life in the months leading up to your breakup, but sex with Shuri is addictive. It's as if she passed a master class in your body, bringing forth noises you'd never heard yourself make. Reaching parts of your body you didn't know existed. Perhaps because there was no expectation of long-term dedication or closeness, which also played a role. Once the night's events were over, you dressed and went home, waiting for the next time you or Shuri sent a text arranging your subsequent encounter.
There was never any foreplay. This was supposed to be fast enough for both of you to get it out of your system and go before anyone became suspicious. That was mostly your mother and sister. Fewer people were in the halls at this time, and the queen's floor had restricted access. Except for Dora, no one was up here. Ayo always met you outside the palace to accompany you in and out as a precaution.
Shuri usually had you naked and trembling when you opened the door, but today, you were lazily sitting on top of her, rotating your hips. Zoned out. Her voice pulls your attention. "I'm not," you exhale, blinking and looking down.
Her hands come up to your waist, forcing you to stop. “You are,” Shuri argues.
Though it was a slow rhythm, the loss of it made you whine. “Stop arguing with me and get on with it.” You complain, brushing your hair away from your face. You should have tied it up. You'll have to redo it when you get home.
"You want me to get on with it?" she says, her brows furrowed. “You're on top of me."
The thought crosses your mind, "Can you take over?" you ask, sighing. She watches you with suspicion from her position below you. You can sense she wants to continue the subject, but there are other moments to start talking about everything bothering you.
Shuri is quiet for a minute before holding out her arms and saying, "Come here," You fall into her embrace, lying on her chest. The calm is only momentary as Shuri puts her arms around you, supporting her feet on the mattress, and thrusts up into you.
Surrendering to Shuri was a better idea than being in control. You lay in her grasp while she takes you apart, bringing you to that state of euphoria your body has grown accustomed to in recent weeks. That beautiful feeling you get after orgasm puts your mind at ease.
It's 2 a.m. when you're tugging your sweatpants over your hips. "It truly wounds my ego that you can walk away every time." In response to Shuri's vulgar joke, you roll your eyes.
"You know, I'm a model. I've walked away from worse circumstances." Rebalancing after an intense release was nothing if you could stroll down a runway in 120mm Louboutins. She's standing there, watching you get ready. She was waiting for you downstairs, where Ayo would meet and accompany you to your car.
You're about to tell Shuri you're ready to go when she asks, "Are you okay?"
Was she seriously going to bring this up once more? You lied when you said, "I'm alright," but you would be fine. The news from your manager was a lot to take in, and after reviewing the emails and all the details, it became clear how vast of an opportunity you had been given on a silver platter. Yet accepting this would mean being forced back into the spotlight without knowing if all of the previous gossip had finally died down. Even more so, being in Wakanda made you remember what taking a step back and breathing felt like. In Gabrielle's opinion, turning it down meant that your ex would win the prize, seeing you fragile and heartbroken.
There was too much to think about, and you couldn't unload it all on Shuri. This was not the type of interaction. You'd both gotten what you came for, and it was time to go.
Shuri must suspect you're not telling the truth. "You know," she begins. “We are still friends.” She's staring at you with seriousness, yet it's unsettling. You've never been close.
You tilt your head in reaction to her statement. You weren't friends; you spent time with Shuri when you were younger, but it was because you were stuck to your sister's hip. Izara adored you and would never push you away, even while you were in the company of her friends. However, once you gained independence, you rarely saw Izara's friends. “We are not friends. You’re my sister's friend.” You put more emphasis on it.
Shuri shakes her head, disagreeing. "That's not to say we're not friends, though." And there is a hint of disbelief in her tone.
"Name one thing we've done together," you challenged, your hands on your hips. Shuri's smirk and the way her eyes look across to the bed you've just finished in tell you exactly what's on her mind.
"When we were kids!" You exclaimed, a flush spreading across your face. She was irritable at times.
Shuri chuckles, amused by your reaction. “I’m trying to say that being Izara’s friend never meant I didn’t care about you.” Sharing your sentiments and emotions with anyone requires you to be attentive, clear, calm, and compassionate. All of these factors lead to genuine intimacy and trust. That didn't help bridge the distance you were attempting to build between you.
“I appreciate that, but I’m fine.” The tone of finality in your voice was enough to make Shuri drop the topic.
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The emails Gabrielle sent you were overwhelming once you saw just how many brands there were. Dior offered you ten million dollars to start and end their show. Mugler, Tony Ward, Zahair Murad... You had previously worked with some of these fashion houses while you had just fantasized about others, and now your fantasies were coming true.
You'd be back on the radar of all the celebrity news and gossip websites if you resurfaced in the spotlight. Though, your split with Mya was in the past. What if people continue to link you to her? Mya Hope’s Ex-girlfriend, Y/N, reemerges from the dead after her ex forced her into hiding- oh, and she’s also headlining fashion week. Will your accomplishments become an afterthought?
Despite better judgment, you enter the actress's name into a web search. The universe intervenes just as you're about to torture yourself by pressing enter. The phone rings, and your sister's picture flashes on the screen.
Izara calls to invite you to her apartment to hang out. "I'll be me, you, and Shuri," she says. Immediately, it was odd she wanted all three of you to spend time together. You could understand if it was a group outing. But the three of you together? You haven’t done that since you were kids.
“Shuri?” you repeat.
“Yes, Shuri, it was her idea.” Naturally, it was. It seemed as though she was attempting to prove you wrong. You have no idea why Shuri suddenly became interested in your acquaintance, but it was completely unwarranted. Did she not realize Izara was too observant for her own good and could quickly detect something off between you if you suddenly became too close?
As far as she’s concerned, you and Shuri haven’t seen each other since Elixir three weeks ago. You put your laptop away, feeling even more nervous and anxious. One issue at a time.
You tried to come up with an excuse. You have been doing that a lot lately. “I don’t want to interfere. I have plenty of alone time with you-”
“No!” Izara is quick to cut you off, unwilling to hear any excuse. “How often will I have my two favorite people over?” And you give in because you would do anything to make your sister happy.
That's how you end up at Izara's on a Tuesday evening. Your anxiety was high. What if you and Shuri seemed a little too at ease around each other, and your sister noticed that something had changed between you two? The days of Shuri thinking of you as "Izara's little sister" were long gone since you began hooking up.
When you arrived, Shuri was already in the kitchen, helping your sister prepare snacks. Izara ushered you into the living room, handing you a blanket and telling you to relax.
She temporarily abandoned her duties in the kitchen to get you comfortable. “Shuri and I normally try to do this every once and a while,” Izara explains, turning on the television. “But I don’t mind you crashing. I want to spend as much as possible with you before you leave.” There’s a frown on her face at the thought. A ping of guilt hits you. You can’t imagine going from seeing someone every day since birth to barely spending time with them and being constantly miles away from you.
Your sister and Shuri shared the couch while you cuddled in the armchair alone. It was probably paranoia, but you didn’t want to give away anything that would suspect anything about the rendezvous you've gotten up to these past few weeks. You couldn’t believe Shuri had gotten the two of you into the situation. The woman in question emerges from the kitchen carrying two bowls of popcorn.
She holds the smaller one out to you, “I thought it would be easier for you.”
“How thoughtful,” you say, forcing a smile as you accept the bowl.
That was the first interaction you’ve had throughout the night. You both sat in your respective seats, enjoying the movie. It was good enough that it kept your attention. Occasionally, you would steal glances over at Shuri and find her already looking at you. Could she be more obvious?
Halfway into the movie, Izara hits pause on the remote, much to Shuri’s dismay. “Seriously, Zar, you could have stopped at a worse time.”
Izara’s moving the bowl of popcorn she and Shuri had been sharing onto the table. “I know we’re almost at the end, but I have to pee!”
“Hurry up!” Shuri calls as your sister throws the blanket off her and runs out of the room. You can’t help but laugh at the exchange.
The sound catches Shuri’s attention, and the laughter in your throat dies when you realize you two are alone. Without the movie or your sister’s presence, you can freely glare at her, crossing your arms to emphasize your mood toward her. “Can you stop glaring at me?”
“You’re the one staring at me.” you accuse.
Shuri rolls her eyes, “That’s because I can feel you glaring at me. Stop.”
“No, you did this on purpose, you know? You didn’t ask me if I wanted to be here tonight. You told Izara, knowing I couldn’t tell her no.” It wasn’t an accusation, simply a fact.
Shuri would never outright admit it. Instead, she flashed you a small grin. “This is a completely normal evening.”
You roll your eyes, “I shouldn’t be here, and you know that.”
“Y/N. Do you not realize how ridiculous this is?”
"You don't think it's strange that we're now making plans to spend time together after almost a decade?" While you and Shuri were alone, there was no one else there. You didn't have to be mindful of how you interacted with each other. As you began to spend more time together, especially around your sister, you would have to be extra conscious of what you were doing.
“No, I don’t.” Shuri protested. You wanted to throw the bowl of popcorn at her but opted for flicking her off and going back to ignoring her.
Given the lack of noise, you can follow your sister's movement back into the living room as she exits the restroom. “Okay! Press play,” Izara calls, announcing her return and Shuri’s pressing resume before she even has a chance to resettle on the couch.
In all honesty, Shuri chose a good film. Several actors were unfamiliar, leading you to believe it was an indie production. The storyline was interesting enough to hold your attention, and the plot twist was unexpected, which was a plus. Even though it was interesting, you were relieved when it was over.
"This was fun," Izara said afterward. Getting the dishes ready to bring into the kitchen. "It's been a while since I've seen you two together."
You’re helping with cleaning, folding the blankets, and arranging them neatly on the couch. When the comment gets your attention, You blink a few times, unsure what to say.
Purposely, and you know it’s on purpose. Shuri says, “We should find time to do this again,”
“Yes!” your sister agrees, looking at you. You hum in agreement because you can openly oppose the idea without alerting your sister's suspicions. You believe the discussion will stop there, with the hope of you hanging together again, but there are no firm plans, so nothing is certain.
Then Izara mentions, “Oh! We’re going to the beach on Saturday. You should come with us, Shuri.” You discussed it last weekend while out to lunch with your friend Eshe. Eshe told you about her and a few other people's plans for the upcoming weekend and agreed that the more, the merrier.
You shoot a glance at Shuri, giving her a look silently, begging her to say no, as Izara awaits her answer. Shuri looks you in the eye, “I would love to.”
Right then. You decide that she must despise you.
You and Shuri then depart Izara's after the cleaning is done. When you leave her apartment and head to your respective vehicles, she tells you both to drive safely and message her when you get home.
Shuri heads for the elevator, but you take the stairs instead. You decide to take your time and assume Shuri is already gone because the elevator is faster, but as soon as you exit the building, you see her leaning against the passenger door. Her determination is sexy, but you were annoyed. You bypassed her, going directly to the driver's side.
You managed to get into the driver's seat but couldn't close the door fast enough. “Move.”
Shuri leans inside the car, sighing hard. "Are you seriously upset with me?" Her tone is stoic.
"Are you really coming on Saturday?" You make fun of her serious style.
There is complete silence as Shuri's expression tightens. "Do you want me to come?" she finally says.
Now she needs your input on something. "Clearly, it doesn't matter what I think. You can do whatever you want." You reach for the door once more, but Shuri straightens her posture and shuts it for you.
She didn't contact you again for several days after that night. You didn't think much the first day. She was probably allowing you to calm down. The longer the week went on without so much as a "you up?" text or phone call, the more concerned you became. You realized how irrational you were by the time Saturday rolled around. Mainly because everything in your life had been unpredictable and uncertain. The one sense of consistency was Shuri, and now you don't have that.
You have no idea why you were so adamant about proving to Shuri that the two of you were not close. You had no reason to treat her as you did; the regret was tearing you up inside. You thought you wanted to put as much distance between you as possible, but now that you have it, it drives you insane.
This is why, when Saturday came along, you were excited at the possibility of seeing Shuri in person.
As you arrive at the beach, you immediately notice your sister setting up and laying out a towel. There are a few people you recognize surrounding her. Two of them are your friends, Eshe and Visola. But there was no Shuri.
You put your tote bag down on the ground and asked, "Is everyone here?" since it seems less suspicious than asking for one individual in particular.
"Shuri couldn't make it," Izara replies, spreading the patterned blanket on the sand.
She’s not coming. "Did she mention why?" you question, trying not to seem too disappointed. Was she upset with you?
Your sister shakes her head. “No. She tried to keep the phone call short, but I knew her. She can’t keep anything from me.”
Want to bet?
Izara frowns. "There's a lot of pressure on her in her duties as Queen. It's hard to make everyone happy in politics." Working with Shuri, she certainly knows more about what's going on than she can say, but it's reassuring to know she wasn't avoiding you but was merely responding to more immediate issues.
You don’t say anything else, not wanting to show too much interest. Others joined you, a mix of individuals you knew and strangers. The people you were getting to know asked you many questions about your life as a model, which you gratefully answered.
Wakanda had some of the world's finest beaches, where you could decompress with the sand between your toes and the sound of the waves lapping against the shore. Your thoughts turned to Shuri. Why was she avoiding you? Was this her way of ending things? Have you overcomplicated things?
You couldn’t just outright ask forgiveness and say, “Let’s have sex,” that just seemed rude. But you needed to find a way to start a conversation.
You took a quick body selfie of yourself in the bikini and sent it to Shuri, writing, "Can't believe you're not here." That was playful enough to be true to the essence of your relationship while still acting as a check-in. If she texted you back, you could ask her why she wasn't here, hoping she'd be honest and not simply brush it off.
Shuri would reply as soon as she could; she had pressing matters to attend to. There was nothing you could do but wait, which was excruciating. Hours had passed while you swam, ate, laughed, and drank. Between it all, you couldn't help but check your phone for a single person's message. Nothing.
"You've been checking your phone all day," says Eshe as you collapse back down into your towel.
In the distance, you can see Izara building a sandcastle with some little kids who became drawn to her earlier in the day. "I have?" you say, pretending to be surprised. You knew your phone had barely left your hands today, except when you entered the water.
“Yes! Whoever that is, I hope to Bast that they respond soon." Eshe probably thought you were talking to someone. She's grinning at you, openly inviting you to divulge more details, but you're not going to do it.
“It’s not like that.” You explain leaving it at that. You felt bad, and not knowing how Shuri felt made you uneasy. This was really ironic... You felt like a dumbass.
Eshe rises to her feet, extending out a hand. "Whoever this is isn't thinking about you right now, and you shouldn't either. Give it some time." And you already know she's correct. Checking your phone was not going to speed up the response.
You reluctantly lock your phone and hand it over. Eshe grins and stuffs it inside the discarded shorts she wore over her bikini.
You squeeze every last bit of enjoyment out of the day before the sun goes down and the temperature drops. Along with the collection of selfies you took, you snapped a couple of photos of the sunset and Izara's sandcastle, which you helped find seashells to decorate it. Overall, you had a good time, and before you shower, you show your mother some of the photos you took. "Such a lovely smile. It's no surprise you choose to share it with the rest of the world." The comment warms your heart and serves as a reminder of how proud your mom is of you. She kisses you on the cheek before retiring to bed.
Shuri texts you close to midnight as if she can sense your never-ending thoughts about her.
I know it's late, but can you please come over?
After reading the text message, you feel relieved that 1. she wasn't mad with you. 2. Despite the fact that you've been a brat over the last few days, she was still interested in your arrangement.
Be there soon.
You immediately reply, changing into shorts and a hoodie, easier to take off.
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The A.I. system recognizes your face, so the doors to Shuri’s living quarters open up as soon as you arrive. “You didn’t answer my text, you know. You’re lucky I don’t hold grudges-“ the joke quickly dies as you notice Shuri pacing around the room when you enter. She's dressed in her bed attire, which tells you she probably tried to get to bed but couldn’t with whatever was running through her mind.
She clearly isn't fine. "I apologize it’s so late. I've spent the entire day working on social and other issues, and-" She sighs, cutting herself off, her shoulders slouching.
"You're not going to like hearing all of this. All I need is to get my mind off of today." You've been overthinking, and the last few days have given you mental clarity.
You see, you're the problem, and maybe you've been taking it out on Shuri, who was trying to do nothing but be there for you, but you chose to push her away. This arrangement was supposed to be fun, but you've recently caused tension by acting in ways that seem intended to demonstrate to Shuri that you were not friends and that there's nothing left between you. What the hell is the matter with you?
Shuri has had a difficult day. They are to be expected, given the amount of responsibility she carries. While you wouldn't mind if she fucked you to vent her frustration, it wouldn't help her sense of peace. It would only be a temporary relief, and as soon as you left, she’d be right back inside her head stressing. That's when you decided to prioritize her pleasure. You would apologize another time.
You make your way over to her, removing your shoes. "It's alright, just breathe," you say as you take her hand in yours. You pull her into you and begin kissing her neck, creating a safe zone. Stripping her of her clothing, you guide Shuri over to her bed. "Lay back." You speak in her ear, and she complies.
You switched positions. Shuri was the one who needed your support to forget about the stress. Her legs parting instinctively, you bring your fingers between her folds to feel her, and she’s dripping. You wanted to make sure she made the most of this opportunity to focus on herself and her comfort.
A thought occurs to you. "I'd like you to take deep breaths in and out." You tell her, caressing her on the outside but not delving into where she needs you the most. You knew deep breathing was a good activity that helped stimulate tranquility and restore stability; it always came in handy before runway shows.
"I want you to say 'In' when you feel me inside of you," you finally say, sliding one finger into her wetness and feeling her clench around you. A breath of release lips passes her lips as you watch some of the tension melt away. "And when you feel me pulling away, say 'out' and take a deep breath."
You pull your finger back for a second, swiping along the ridged pleasure point and massaging her inner walls. Shuri responds with an "In," and as you retract, moving out and stroking around the outside of her entrance, she responds with an "Out."
The two of you continued with that pattern until Shuri's voice trailed off, no longer speaking as she relaxed into sheets.
"You need and deserve this. To be able to breathe and feel happy." You tell her quietly, taking pleasure in the way her face contorts in delight.
Breathy gasps escape her lips as she concentrates on the sensation of your fingers stroking around her, unconcerned about the tension of the day.
Your fingers were drenched in her juices, and the more you felt the moisture inside her, the more you wished to taste it. You get on your stomach with your head buried in between Shuri's legs. Shuri relaxed into your touch as you massaged circles into her skin, aware that the pleasure she was experiencing had enhanced her sensitivity.
Her fingers grasped the sheets, and her abs tensed in anticipation. You slid your tongue around the inner and outside folds before beginning a gentle licking with a flat tongue around the entire surface area. The moans from her lips turned you on and left you damp.
It was nice to concentrate only on Shuri's satisfaction. You appreciated the way her hips stuttered as you took her apart. As you pushed her further and further into ecstasy, she lapped up the sensations of arousal her body provided.
She was definitely close, and you couldn't wait to taste her on your tongue. Shuri soon had her hips working in little circles as she pressed into your fingers, chasing her orgasm. Moaning became increasingly audible.
You softly coaxed her inner walls with two fingers pushed inside her. "Mmm, Y/N," Shuri says as she calls your name. Her walls are spasming around you, and you know she's coming. Her breathing is labored, and you appreciate her strength because she's still careful not to squeeze her thighs around your head even though she's breaking.
You focus on her clit, sucking in tandem with your fingers, and soon she's letting out those lovely sounds, and her body jolts as you feel her release.
"Do you feel better?" you ask, happy at the satisfaction on her face.
"Yeah," Shuri confirms as she sinks lower into the bedding. Hopefully, she'll be able to sleep soon. You get out of bed and are ready to leave when she snaps her head up. "Where are you going?"
“Home.” You answer, straightening out the wrinkles in your hoodie from lying on the bed.
“Now? I figured we were going to-," She started, but you stopped her.
"I'd love to have sex with you, but I think you should rest. You're obviously overworked," you observed, frowning.
Her tone of voice shifts. “You think I’m going to let you leave my room without coming?” She's in charge now and not interested in a debate.
“I-“ The way she keeps cutting you off indicates that there isn't much you can say to convince her.
Shuri continues, “Giving you pleasure is relaxing. I like concentrating on you,” she admits. And that breaks you. How could you deny her? It’s enough to make you stop, but you don’t proceed to the bed, waiting for her next command.
"Take off your hoodie." She gave the order. You take the ends of the hoodie and pull it over your head. “Shorts,” Her instructions are brief but effective. You're not standing there in your bra and underwear, waiting for her next command, which never comes. Shuri simply lifts her eyebrows, and her look conveys all. She need not speak a word to command your submission. She already holds it.
You reach around to release the bra clasp, allowing the fabric to fall to the floor. Shuri is biting her lower lip as she watches you take your time slipping your panties down your legs.
You climb back onto the bed, this time with your exposed body straddling Shuri's waist. You're in the same situation you were in a few days ago, but this time no other issues are distracting you. Shuri had you under her control.
“Are you happy?” Shuri seems absolutely ravenous, eyes burning with hunger. She can't get enough of you undressed, no matter how many times she's seen you. Her desire for you never dies.
"That's not where I want you," she says, biting her lower lip again. Shuri's voice is low, silky, and seductive, and you can feel yourself getting aroused at the sound of it.
“Where do you want me?” you breathe. You were unprepared for what she said next.
She points to her face, “Up here.” Shuri chuckles at the expression on your face. Completely surprised she was requesting such a thing.
You purse your lips, contemplating her request, “Shuri, that’s-“
Her hand grabs your ass, squeezing. "Don't make me tell you again. I hate repeating myself.” The hand on your backside is a warning. Knowing what would happen if she had to tell you again, you're nearly tempted to disobey.
Carefully, you climb up her body until her head is between your thighs, supporting your weight on the knees. In anticipation, you hover above her face, fingers gripping the headboard. "Mm, it's been four days, and she really misses me."
In this position, Shuri had complete access to your sensual zone and the most important spots to stimulate. She drags her mouth across your clit, as if sampling before diving in. Stretching her neck up to take the sensitive bud into her mouth and sucking, you can feel the flat of her tongue licking side to side in unison.
"S-Shuri," you gasp, already stuttering. You had to be careful not to put all your weight on her face, no matter how much you wanted to get lost in the feelings. You were intent on not harming her in the back of your mind. Both the pleasure of Shuri's actions and the effort of maintaining your balance cause a burning sensation in your core and a trembling in your thighs.
Shuri's tattooed hand reaches out from your waist and rubs across your skin. You whimper at the separation of her lips from you. "Stop thinking and ride my face," Shuri murmurs quietly beneath you. Her words make your pussy clench.
You readjust your position slightly. "I don't want to hurt you." You've had plenty of sexual interactions, but this was the first time you'd been asked to ride someone's face.
As teeth penetrate into the flesh, you feel a stinging ache on your right thigh. The ache lasts for a split second before transforming into pleasure that has you gasping. "Did you really just bite me?"
"If you did what I asked, I'd be doing something else with my mouth. Can you be a good girl?" Shuri's words are breathed directly into your heat as if she's speaking to it.
"I love watching your pussy react to my words." Although you can't see her face, you can hear her smirk in her words. Cocky. It was difficult to loosen up even when your muscles were begging for you to do so. Even if you want to, you are afraid of hurting her; there was no place for argument in the face of such a dominating tone. Shuri grabs your waist with a punishing hold and lowers you to sit on her face.
The sensation of feeling her beneath you is exhilarating. Her tongue moves slowly around your clit, igniting your pleasure in small sparks that will gradually consume your body.
Shuri's hands on your hips encourage you to rock back gently against her face. You submit. Considering Shuri's strength, you know that if you wind up injuring her, she'll quickly remove you. You rest one hand on the wall for support, slightly moving your hips as if testing. You were attempting to appreciate it, knowing that it was making you feel good as part of Shuri's relaxation. You kept rocking as she flicked her tongue on your clit, your knuckles paling as you grasped the headboard tighter.
Shuri is massaging reassuring circles into your thigh, letting you know relaxing and enjoying yourself is okay. Shuri was no longer licking into you with her tongue, allowing you complete control of your pleasure, and the fact that she was letting you use her made you increasingly wet. "Fuck," you exhaled, moving your hips and grinding against her lips.
Shuri effortlessly lifts you up to take a breath. “You’re doing so good, baby girl.” The name sends shivers up your spine. When Shuri lets you back on her face, she keeps her tongue still, allowing you to grind against it. You're thankful for this experience; it was so unique you can't imagine never feeling like this again. Hips snapping straight up and down, you find a rhythm and lose yourself.
"Shuri, I-I-" you cut yourself off with a gasp, and your mouth opens wide. The delicate, breathy sounds you used to make have vanished, replaced by loud, high-pitched moans.
Sensing you’re close, Shuri cups your breast, rubbing the sensitive bud between her fingers. The additional sensation causes your lips to falter. One of your hands lets go of the bed, clutching the wrist connected to the fingers holding your chest.
Your free hand grips the headboard, adjusting the pressure and pace. When you come, it’s with a scream of Shuri’s name you’re sure anyone on the floor could hear. Your brain whites out as your body curls in on itself. You try to move away from Shuri's face, but her grip keeps you there as she refocuses her attention on the fluids released during your climax. Her tongue laps hungrily across your pussy.
It was most undoubtedly the most intense orgasm you'd ever had. You're not even aware that tears are welling up in your eyes.
“Shuri! Fuck! Please, Shuri!" You cried, your voice rising in octaves as your stomach tightened. You will never be able to compete with Shuri's strength. She won't let you go until she's satisfied, at which point you collapse against the wall, exhausted. Your legs continue to twitch, and your body is oversensitive, yet you move lower till you're on her chest.
Shuri swiped two of her fingers inside of you as she watched you pant and struggle to come down. Your breath hitched, and your legs shook a little more. Coated in your come, Shuri brought them to her lips. She needed more, as if she wasn’t already covered in you. You lowered your gaze. Her face glistened, and you brought your mouth to her chin, sucking at the flesh and using your tongue to clean yourself off her. “Such a nasty girl.” you just moan in response, moving to the other side of her face.
You slide off her body and onto the empty side of the bed next to her. Closing your eyes. “Someone’s sleepy,” Shuri's tone is teasing.
Your eyelids are fluttering open, “How are you not tired?”
“Stamina, it’s a gift from Bast.” She moves closer to you, and the next time you open your eyes, she looks down at you.
Taking in your tiredness Shuri informs you, “You know you can stay, right? I don't kick you out or anything. You leave as soon as we're through." That is true. Shuri will never ask you to leave. You take the initiative since there was never any reason for you to stay. But your body is against the idea of standing up right now. You can't get up, so Shuri must have gotten her wish.
Instead of responding vocally, you wrap your sweaty body deeper under the covers. She should really change these.
Shuri speaks up again when she notices this. "Thank you for stopping by. I know you're upset with me."
This time you mumble, “I’m not mad at you.” Face shoved into the pillow.
“Really? Because you slammed the car door in my face the last time I saw you."
You turn to face her, and your eyes are half-closed. "Your pillow talk is awful."
There's a moment between you, and Shuri's expression is filled with uncertainty. She is hesitant to express her feelings. You're trying to appear interested, fighting against your body's exhaustion. Maybe this talk should have happened before you had sex. “Whatever is on your mind. Say it,” you encourage instead of shutting her out.
She takes another minute before saying, "I don't want you to think that all I want from you is sex. You're not some random person, Y/N. I've known you practically my entire life, so come to me if you have a problem."
“That’s why I told Zar to invite you to the movie night.” She explains. “I just don’t want you to think I see you as a body where you can’t tell me when you’re feeling down. It makes me feel shitty.”
You’re apologetic. “ I'm sorry. I didn't notice." You had no idea how Shuri was feeling. It must be difficult as well. She could not view you like a warm body and renounce her caring attitude toward you.
Since she was so honest, you told her what you failed to do many nights ago. "I received a call from my manager," you explain. "I have opportunities flying into my lap, and of course, I'm living my dream as the most in-demand model in the world right now, but I don't know what to do. I don't know what I'm doing for the first time in my life, and it stresses me out." The words flow freely off your lips, spilling out everything you've been feeling, and it feels really good. You understand how stressful it was to hold all that in and be burdened with so much anxiety and despair.
You sigh, adding, "And the only normalcy I have is sleeping with my sister's best friend." Saying it out loud puts into perspective the reason for your actions these past few days. Subconsciously, you were concerned that spending too much time with Shuri and opening up about your feelings might jeopardize what you had—realizing now how natural it is to talk to each other without awkward silences or pauses between. You may not have actively pursued a strong friendship, but you care about her well-being as much as she does about yours.
Shuri groans next to you, “Don’t say it like that.”
“It’s true,” you mumble, sinking deeper into the comfort of Shuri’s sheets. They smelled like her and sex, but mostly like her. Your body settled into relaxation post-orgasm, and you felt yourself getting sleepy again, eyes hazy.
“Whatever decision you make, you have people who care for and fully support you.” Shuri’s words are comforting and true.
You smile, eyes closing again. “And I know I said we’re not friends, but you’ve always been in my life,” you admit.
To summarize. “You’re you, and I’m me, and we’re just us.” The smile on Shuri’s face tells you she’s content with that.
“Wake me up in like an hour,” your body no longer has the strength to fight off sleep. You turn around and finally shut your eyes.
When you reopen your eyes, you're surprised by your surroundings. This room is way too large to be your own, and there's a lot of sunlight streaming in through the windows. You sit up, aware that you are still in the Citadel. Shuri isn't next to you, but you can hear noises coming from the bathroom and assume she's getting ready for the day. You adapt to the light by blinking a few times, feeling clear-headed and revitalized.
Who says you can't solve your troubles with amazing sex and a good night's sleep? You stand up and begin your usual practice of playing hide and seek with your clothes. Shuri has returned to the room by the time you're dressed, and her eyes widen as she sees you awake.
You playfully narrow your gaze on her. "I said one hour," you complain, but your words have no bite.
Shuri defends herself by raising her palms. "In my defense, I fell asleep."
You grab your car keys as you smile at her surrendering. "I think I should go." You've definitely overstayed your welcome.
"I'll have Griot direct Ayo to keep the hallway to the rear entrance clear for the next ten minutes." She is already planning your getaway, and you can’t help the laugh that manages to escape you.
“What’s so funny?” Shuri inquires, her expression questioning.
“You are using the Dora Milaje to distract people so you can get your sneaky link out of the palace undetected.” You chastise, mockingly shaking your head.
Shuri laughs and tilts her head. “You have such a colorful way of describing things.”
Before you leave, Shuri asks, “Are we good?”
"We're fine," you say.
Shuri smiles and nods.
As you walk away, your cheeks begin to hurt from smiling so much.
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Take it off before, I tear it
I'm still new to this, so again take it easy on me
warnings: Smut, light degradation,dacryphillia, edging, spanking, and ofc vibrainium strap
word count : 0.9k+
Once again not proofread, never is
Shuri was in the lab again, she had been for basically the entire day. She had left you high and dry in the morning, getting up to leave when you were mid-orgasm, saying she had work to do. You decided to get payback, constantly sending her photos of you in lingerie, audios of you moaning out her name etc.
She wouldn't reply, simply leaving you on read, but you knew that her leaving you on read just meant that when she finished up in the lab she was going to get you back good. It was around 11pm when you received a message from Shuri saying 'Be ready for me, I'll be there in 15'. Being the brat you are, you simply stay right where you were, not bothering to change.
The door creaked slightly, as your girlfriend made her way into your shared bedroom. She stared at you from the door, you could hardly maintain eye contact with her, "So once again, you wanna act like a brat and disobey me." she says breaking the silence. She slowly makes her way towards you.
When she does, she simply sits down next to you and grabs your face, "Take it off, everything." she commanded you. Whilst you simply stared up at her, masking your intentions with innocent eyes. "Don't play dumb y/n", she said sternly,"You heard me, take.it.off". You smirked up at her, "You should take it off for me." You replied, your smile growing wider as she clicked her tongue at you, in response to your statement she gripped your jaw tightly.
"Y/n, I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself before I'm anymore upset with you..." she said in a warning tone,"take it off before I tear it" maintaining her grip on your jaw she moved your head up and down, as if to say 'yes'. "You're gonna listen to me, right?" she asked you, as if you had a choice.
She let go of your jaw, looking at you like you were going to be her last meal. You scramble to your feet not wanting to upset her further, you begin removing your clothes, first your top, then your shorts, slowly unclipping your bra, you slid it down your arms, Shuri was eyeing you the entire time, her eyes never once leaving your body.
Finally sliding down your final piece of clothing, you were completely bare in front of her. "Bend over" she instructed you, breaking the silence again. "But Shuri I-" she moved quickly and grabbed your arm, pulling you over her lap in a split second.
"I find it funny how you still haven't learnt your lesson." You feel her slowly rub your ass, you relax into her touch, that was your biggest mistake, her demeanor changed within a second, her hand came down on your ass with a sharp slap.
You let out a yelp, squirming a bit as it stung, "Count, out loud, that was one, we will do 15, you know the rules." She lifted her hand again, the palm coming down with a crack, silence afterwards to soon be interrupted by your whines, cries and counting.
Tears were flowing down your face, by the time you had reached 9, "Shuri- I'm sorry-" you choked out, "You're crying, but down here you're absolutely soaking, I know you're enjoying this more than you say." another slap hits your ass, you cry the number out.
After what feels like eternity you finally reach 15, " Shuri, please, I'm sorry, please I promise I'll be good from now on, just please!", she scoffs at you, before picking you up and placing you on the bed. "This isn't even a that bad off a punishment and you're whining like this."
You were so occupied in begging her to stop and go easy on you, that you didn't realize she had something new in her hands until she slipped something cold between your folds, you jerked as it entered you, before she turned it on, it started vibrating. Almost on cue moans and whines began to pore out of you.
The coil in your stomach was about to snap, your thighs twitching, hips slightly bucking, all before she turned the vibrator off right before you can cum, in response you let out a loud whine. Before you can complain she turns it on again and instead of words coming out of your mouth whines and whimpers are the only thing that escape.
This continued until you couldn't think straight nor speak coherently, your girlfriend's name being the only word in your vocabulary at the moment. You could hardly see, vision blurry, still recovering from the aftershocks of yet another denied orgasm.
You here rustling around the room, before being flipped over onto your stomach and having you ass pulled up. Feeling her strap press against you entrance, she leans down to kiss your neck, leaving a few marks on the way, to calm you down, she bites you ear softly before whispering, "Come on baby, you can do this for me.", you just whimper, as she slowly pushes the strap fully into you before rutting into you at a rough pace.
Giving you no time to adjust, using your juices to slip in and out faster. "Fuck babyyy, you're sucking me in so fucking good." She continued slamming into you, until your pussy clenched around her tighter.
"I know you're close baby, cum with me." You happily obliged as your body began jerking, twitching around her cock before coating it in your juices when your body convulses, finally cumming. Her own orgasm following suit to yours.
You both lay there for a moment before she pulled out of you, getting up and going to the bathroom. You heard water running before she comes back, scooping you into her arms, leaning her forehead into yours before giving you a kiss. "You did so well my love."
A/N : Someone tell me why, I come home today and I have the worst headache I've had in years, I can't fall asleep and I'm nauseous, ya'll know I couldn't delay this any further so now I'm gonna go pass out.
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