#sub!shuri x reader
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relax for me, pretty girl +18 (shuri x reader)
shuri needs to relax, again. Bast forbid she actually gets the rest she needs. but you’re her wife, and once more, you’ll make sure she gets what she deserves.
sub shuri my beloved, i’ve been meaning to write about her for so long and i finally CAN! this is the same wife reader from i can take care of you, so reader that one before coming here!
warnings; sub switch shuri x soft dom reader, squirting, multiple orgasms, name calling, pet names, smothering kink, sexual massages, strap on sex, tribbing, sex toy usage, married love making, bottom!shuri!!!!
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translations: ndisondele kakhulu: i’m so close |uziva ulungile: you feel good | uyizuzile: you’ve earned it |
you can hear shuri’s groans of frustration from the lab before you even enter it. after your beautiful week of relaxation and love making, it was back to business as usual. and even though she took her health and her needs more seriously, after a couple of months shuri was back to her old ways— crowding herself in her work, coming to bed late, and taking up long missions with no break.
it saddened you; you knew why she was throwing herself in her work, she wanted a distraction from the year anniversary of her family’s deaths, but she was not well, dark circles under her eyes again, small cuts around her lips because she had been biting at them too hard, her posture was ruined— your poor wife was just so exhausted.
you knew another week of relaxing wouldn’t do much, this way of living was embedded into shuri’s core, and it wouldn’t do anything if she had another week off except relax her for a moment, then she’d be right back to square one. so you had developed a plan.
you would reward her tonight. for all her hard work and dedication, you’d make her relax.
you were going to take charge tonight.
you felt your cheeks heat up at the thought of it; you had always followed shuri when it came to your sex life. she was more than happy to guide you, take control and lead you both in euphoric ways, but tonight you wanted her entire mind, heart, and body to relax, and you knew the only way to do so was to take complete control tonight.
you knock softly on the doors and push them open, griot announcing your presence, “panther, your wife has arrived.”
you walk around the corner, hearing her grumble a soft response and see shuri, hunched over and working diligently on another suit for okoye. you smile, “what improvements could the midnight angel herself require?” and you see shuri smirk a bit, goggles reflecting the suit, “okoye says she’s ‘too hot’ in the suit, im adding perspiratory outlets to release her sweat and make it cool,” and you both share a giggle.
you come behind her, hugging her and leaning on her shoulders, snaking your hands against her abs, “you look so sexy, you know,” you whisper, kissing her neck and ear. she sways her shoulders, not pushing you off but startled by the contact. okay, good, you wanted to get her a little bothered. “and you smell so good,” you practically moan in her neck and she sighs, “my love, i— i need to work,” she whispers back, turning her neck to give you more room to kiss.
you take the opportunity, sucking and kissing at her neck and you can see her hands lower slowly, “i know, baby, but you taste so good,” you moan back, pushing up her shirt and feeling on her skin, and rubbing all over her and she completely gives in, sighing and moving her neck to the side and giving you complete access. you kiss her feverishly, sucking and nipping at the skin there and moving your hands farther and farther up until you smooth over her bra and fiddle with the lace there.
and shuri becomes silent wit just small huffs of air leaving her mouth, and when you open your eyes you can see her furrowed eyebrows and closed eyes and it makes you smile. it wasn’t rare for you to take charge like this, encouraging her to leave her lab and give you some attention and you were sure she’d soon try to take over and begin to lead like she always does but you hold her there until she’s huffing impatiently, moving her hands to hold yours under her shirt and moving to stand. you pull away, the skin wet and making a small noise once you leave her, “hey, shuri, calm down,” you whisper and kiss her ear.
she chuckles a bit, “oh so you weren’t trying to get me all riled up just then?” and you giggle with her, moving in front of her and sitting down on her lap, holding her chin and licking your lips. shuri looks gorgeous like this, mouth parted and lips wet with those blown eyes you’ve seen in the bedroom far too often. “no, my love, i was, i just.. i have a suggestion, okay?” and shuri’s interests are peaked, her holding onto your hips with her steady hands and leaning forward encouraging you to continue.
you exhale, okay, “i wanted to… be in control tonight. like yknow how you always tell me what to do and i follow? i wanted to do it, this time,” you say slowly and wait to see a reaction on shuri’s face, but she waits a bit, the corners of her mouth poking up and her eyes closing a bit. you hear a small giggle before she open them again, smiling at you, “okay,”
your eyes bulge for a second, “‘okay’? really, you’re okay with that?” you double check and shuri nods, pulling you close, “yeah i’m okay with it, usana, i think it’ll be fun, hmm?” you smile shyly, and nod, “i think so too,” you say and lean forward, finally kissing her mouth and wrapping your arms around her neck. shuri sighs against you, ranking her own hands up your shirt and you smile and pull away, “first rule, only touch me when i say. remove your hands, lovely,”
shuri scoffs, “i didn’t know we were doing rules,” she says sarcastically, rolling her eyes and taking her hands from your skin, letting them rest on your thighs and you speak again, “and rule two is watch that mouth, i want to make you to feel good, not punish you,” you say, standing and you watch shuri’s mouth quirk up, “i doubt you could come up with a punishment i can’t handle,”
you shrug, taking her hand and leading her away from the lab table, “maybe. so for tonight, just listen to me and be good, okay pretty girl?” you ask looking directly into her eyes knowing the nickname does things to her. you see shuri swallow a bit, nodding and speaking breathlessly, “yeah, yes. okay, i’ll be good,”
and you smile, knowing she’s putty in your hands.
if there’s anything you know to be true about your wife is that she loves making you feel good and she love when you wear lingerie. and luckily the latter was already in motion.
you had on your newest set, unbeknownst to shuri who sat patiently in the bedroom. it was beautiful two piece, the lace dress was loose and frilly and damn near see through, your nipples exposed and hard from the cold air and your ass was nearly uncovered, the panties weren’t doing much but adding a cute floral pattern to your melanated skin. but, you loved it and you knew shuri would too. you spin around once more in the mirror and put on some more lipgloss before nodding to your reflection, a silent but firm you got this.
you tried to force all your nerves away as you opened the door, peaking, “are your eyes still closed?” and you hear shuri laugh a bit, some subtle shuffling, “yes, baby, they’re closed,” and you exhale slowly, walking out and seeing shuri sat exactly where you left her on your shared bed, still covering her eyes. you smile, “okay, go ahead,” and shuri’s more than eager to take her hands away.
“fuck,” she mutters lowly, looking you up and down and licking her lips. you nearly give in with that look, wanting her to take you and ravish you like she always does but you stay strong and harp it up a bit. you turn and show just the side of your butt, “you like it? i bought it a while ago, never knew i’d wear it, honestly,” you tease and shuri laughs absentmindedly, clearly not paying your words any mind. you can see her hands fiddling with the sheets, clearing wanting to touch you and it makes you smile, “you wanna touch me baby?” and shuri’s eyes meet yours, her clearly not listening until you said that and she licks her lips and nods, “yes,” comes the breathless whisper and you shudder yourself, you didn’t know you’d be that into this— shuri at your beck and call, hungry and waiting.
you lick your own lips and move closer to her, swaying your hips and moving your arms around her neck, “ask me,” you whisper back and she exhales, eyes still holding yours, “please, can i touch you, my love?”
you giggle a bit, surprised at her blatant desperation and nod, “yes, my love, go ahead,” and she smiles back, wrapping her hands around your waist and squeezing the skin of you butt, pulling you closer and kissing at your stomach through the lace. you feel her fingers slide through your panties, moving the fabric around and touching your lips, her cold hands touching the warm slick there and you both let out a breathless moan, you surprised by the contact.
she keeps her fingers there, kissing your stomach and keeping your lips apart with her other hand and she starts to enter you. your eyes close, you want to give in but you don’t, you hold on to her arm, “uh uh, take— take them out, love, not yet,” you stutter out and shuri groans, removing them, and placing her hands at her sides. you look down at her through your lashes and sigh, kissing her forward, “i know you want to please me, baby, but tonight’s about you, okay?” she nods, so clearly wanting to be good. you kiss her nose and place your hands on her shoulders, adding pressure, “lean back for me, okay love?” and shuri nods, shy but obedient and you can feel yourself leak at this vulnerable side of her.
she’s all on the way on the sheets, and you climb on top of her, smoothing over her legs and coming to her chest and kissing there. “my pretty girl,” you mumble into her skin and she smiles and sighs, leaning all the way back now, head against the pillows. you feel her breasts in your hands, moving the skin around in your fingers until you reach her nipples, mouth suckling on one and your fingers squeezing the other. shuri’s breath picks up and you hear small moans leave her, hands finding the sheets. you suck the skin there for a few moments, until both of her nipples are hard, wet and puffy and you smile at the sight, deciding to move downward.
you kiss down to her navel and she chuckles a bit and you smile, “ticklish, love?” you whisper out and look up at her. shuri’s on her elbows now, eyes glossed over and clearly infatuated with the sight of you pleasuring her and the look she has in her eyes has your mind spinning. she nods at your question and you nod back, getting back until you reach her boxers, a dark, wet spot greeting you there. you lick your lips, sliding your hands against her thighs and coming up between the clothing there. you call her softly, “shuri,” you whisper in between her legs and she hums back, eyes twisted shut and not looking. you kiss her thighs, “look at me love,” and she opens her eyes, eyebrows furrowed, “keep your eyes on me, okay, intombi entle?” she moans at your xhosa and nods, eyes still holding yours.
you smile against her skin, sliding her boxers down and her beautiful pussy comes to view, a line of slick still connecting it to her boxers as they slide down her legs. she huffs at the contact, the cold air flowing on her clit and you shush her, smoothing your hands over her thighs and kissing the kiss there, actively avoiding her heat. shuri’s hips buck, clearly wanting your attention elsewhere and it makes you smile. shuri’s so rarely this desperate but you’re also so rarely this cruel— usually you give into shuri completely and fully, moving the way she wants and giving into her entirely.
you kiss more and more at the skin around her pussy but never getting too close to her lips, not even close to her clit. she huffs, “you’re being mean,” she whispers out, still holding your eyes once you look up. you nod, “i know i am, watch your mouth,” you mumble back, sucking on her thighs and she whispers again, “please, please ikumkani wam, i need you, please,” comes the breathless response and you shudder yourself, grinding down on the sheets below to give your own clit some friction.
you pull away from her thighs, looking up at her, “ask me, shuri. i have no idea what you want, love,” and she leans her head back and groan, her gorgeous throat in view. you make a reminder in your head to bite her there more often. she leans back and finds your eyes, frustration clear on her face, “please, my love, please eat my pussy, i need your mouth on me, on my clit,”
you lick your lips to hold down the gasp that was bound to escape you. so explicit, you think and nod, “of course, my sweet girl,” before you get caught up in what she said. you lean forward, sighing at the sight of her pussy, leaking and gushing all for you and from your teasing. you smile, rubbing a finger through her slit and separating her lips, shuri moans loud and unashamed, leaning her head back once more. one of her hands comes to her chest, playing with her puffy nipples and you moan at the sight. you lean forward and suck a kiss on her clit, the nub twitching in your mouth and her pussy leaking around your chin.
shuri moans louder, and you look up and see her closed her eyes, her bottom lip between her teeth and her hand working diligently against her chest. you pull away from her clit and she groans, “eyes on me, shuri,” you reemphasize and she moans and nods, opening her tightly shut eyes and you get back to her clit, sucking and holding her shaking thighs open with your hands. shuri holds your gaze, moaning and sighing, trying so hand to keep her eyes open.
you love the taste of shuri on your tongue, her pussy leaking on your chin and her hole squeezing around nothing. you flatten your tongue when you feel her hips move, obviously needing more. you move one hand from her thighs, sliding your fingers between her lips and pushing inside. “oh, fuck, y/n,” shuri calls in a hushed tone and you hum around her clit, the vibrations sending another slew a moans from her.
you push another finger inside and move them in and out slowly, still sucking on her clit softly and she bucks, “please, please, i need— mhmm, need more,” she all but begs and you moan yourself, grinding more aggressively on your sheets to alleviate the pressure on your clit. you listen to her, thrusting your fingers harder and harder and deeper into her until— “uhhh, right there, please, please—!” and she sounds so lovely, her moans all the way deep in her chest, her fingers squeezing the sheets.
you hold yourself there, pulling away from her clit and speaking, “tell me how it feels,” you say, your voice sounding so different than what you’re used to. shuri hears it too, fluttering her eyes a bit, and then opening them and responding, “feels good, feels so good. you’re so good,” and you nod, angling your fingers deeper and you see her eyes roll back, your rule of keeping hers on you leaving you because you can tell she’s about to cum.
you breathe, “you gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” and she’s nodding, bucking her pussy against your hand and you nod back, even though she can’t see you, and you put your mouth back on her clit, sucking at the bud and you feel it jump in your mouth, twitching along with shuri who moans louder, “i— i’m cumming, fuck, i’m so close, please don’t stop, cumming—!”
and you feel it; her pussy squeezes around your fingers, gushing out more cum as her clit pulses around your lips and you moan at the feeling, not relenting much like she does you, and you hear her moans become high pitched sighs as she gets more and more overstimulated. you pull away after you feel her thighs squeezing together. her pussy looks beautiful, milky white and pulsing. you sigh, running your fingers through her cum. shuri sigh, and leans back, shuddering as you play with her.
you smile once you get a good look at her, one forearm is coving her eyes the other still in the sheets to calm her down, thigh still twitching and shaking. you lean down and kiss her legs, “you alright, my dear?” and she chuckles a bit, nodding, “yes, i’m okay, shit,” she curses and you laugh, getting up and sitting next to her face, looking down.
you smile once she moves her forearm and looks at you, “you did wonderfully my love,” you praise her and she smiles, a bit shy and she leans up, “can i kiss you?” she asks, sweetly and you blush and nod, leaning down and capturing her lips. shuri’s so sweet like this, so pliant and loving, not like she hasn’t been this way before but it’s a whole new side of her entirely and it makes you flush inside.
shuri leans up more and deepens the kiss, more than eager to please you and you can feel it. she anxious, her hands moving to touch you but then remaining obedient and placid. you smile as you watch her and pull away, “you want to touch me, shuri? make me feel good?” you tease and she nods, biting her lip and holding eye contact. her hands are still moving, she’s so needy and it’s making you pulse in your underwear. you lean down and kiss her again, speaking against her lips, “what do you to do, hmm? tell me, baby,”
shuri huffs, obviously upset she still can’t touch you, “wanna make you cum, i want your pussy in my mouth,” she says desperately and you giggle, “you want me to sit on your face?” and youre mostly joking to see her reaction and you do— shuri’s pupils nearly explode behind her hooded eyelids and you can see the breath that catches in her throat. she nods but you shake your head. you lick your lips and double down, “ask me, pretty girl, say it,”
she’s immediate, “please, sit on my face my love, smother me,” she gasps out and you have to keep your cool but shuri’s driving you crazy. you want to give in and completely fall over, drop your dominant facade and let her take control but instead you nod, trying to remain calm on the outside but your stomach is swirling and your positive your underwear have been ruined. you move to straddle her stomach, shuri watching you all the way with hungry eyes.
you rub yourself on her abdomen, her muscles flexing against your pussy, “you feel me love?” and she nods, watching you mesmerized, “be a good girl and don’t touch okay?” you ask once you lift your hips, leaving a damp post of slick on her abs and she nods, looking between your pussy and her own. you slide your own underwear off and shove them somewhere, your pussy hovering right above shuri’s face.
you lick your lips and hold steady on the head board, “tap twice if it gets too much okay, baby?” and shuri nods, she barely heard you and you chuckle once more before finally lowering down on her mouth.
shuri slurps you up quickly, her jaw working diligently and aggressively against you and the sudden contact makes you moan aloud and unashamed. you sigh through your nose once your feel her mouth on your clit, sucking and licking and it causes your hips to rise up, alleviating some of the pressure. shuri’s not having it apparently, and she uses her hands to lower you back down, grabbing desperately at your butt and using her strength to hold you there.
you gasp, eyes wet with tears and mouth drooling, “shuri— shuri, i said— haaa! i said no handsssss ugghffuckk,” but it’s useless, she’s holding you taught and you can’t help but rut your hips against her mouth, your juices flowing all the way down her chin and neck and you can hear yourself being worked on through her mouth. she holds you open with her experienced hands, working her index finger in your core and adding more pressure. you whine, hand squeezing the headboard and the other ripping up the sheets. your noises could be heard all throughout the castle.
your orgasm approaches fast, faster than you wanted and it makes you groan, hips grinding against her on their own accord as you chase your release. shuri must feel it too, she hums against your clit and the vibrations make you moan and gasp her name, “shuri, shuri ndisondele kakhulu,” you sigh and shuri pays you no mind, still working and flexing against you.
you sigh out, head lolled back, “i’m cumming, aahhgg fuck, fuck, shuri shuri i’m cumming—!” and you can’t hold it, you cum all over her mouth, squirting against her chin and your clit pulses between her lips. you feel lightheaded as you come down but shuri doesn’t stop, still sucking and preening on you and it makes you dizzy, soft squeals leaving your mouth and you can’t leave with her hands still around your thighs and you squeal, “p-peach!” and she hears that, letting go of your skin and you move away from her mouth, gasping and falling over on the other side of the bed, your chest heaving and you can hear shuri trying to collect her breath as well.
you let out shaking breaths and try to sit up and collect yourself, “i.. i said no touching, shuri,” you mumble out and you know you don’t sound nearly as tough as you want and you can see it in shuri’s face once she turns to you, she’s not taking you any more seriously than you are yourself. “i know. i’m sorry,” she whispers, lips still wet but you don’t believe her. once you’ve stopped spinning you sit up and look at her, “oh, you will be sorry my love. don’t cum for the rest of the night,” you let out harshly, stepping down from the bed and walking around it, wobbling only slightly.
shuri leans up and watches you, smiling slightly, “i can with hold an orgasms for weeks, my love, this isn’t much of a punishment,” she chuckles to herself and you’re not looking at her, only grabbing the toys you wanted from the closet. “oh i know dear, that’s why i’ll be using these tonight,” you say turning around and shuri can’t see what you’re holding from afar but she understands your tone. you can see a bit of her smile fade away and she leans down on her forearms. you walk over to her and lean over, laying out all the toys on the bed, “lie down and be still,” you instruct and shuri holds your gaze before following suit, leaning all the way back on the bed.
you take out the massage oil, so much still left from the last time you both used it. shuri had made this aphrodisiac-esque massage oil that you both had used maybe once; it was extremely effective, she had only used it on you and you had cum and squirted 7 times with one toy and her fingers alone. now you wanted to see if she could do the same. you dropped some on your hands and looked at her as you spread it around your fingers, “don’t cum, okay ikumkani wam? can you be good?”
shuri watches you with intense eyes and nods, but you shake your head back, “shuri, i need you to say it, you know that,” and she sighs, “yes i’ll be good,” and you nod, leaning down to kiss her head. your hands are oiled as much as you want and you dig through the bag again, pulling out two vibrators, showing shuri her options. “which one, love?” she looks between them, sighing, “the blue, please,”
you nod, handing it to her and straddling her and moving to her other side, cutting on the vibrator yourself, guiding her hand to love it on her clit. shuri huffs, eyes sliding shut and you giggle, lifting up and rubbing the oil on her chest, spreading the liquid all over her already sensitive nipples. her mouth hangs open and you can tell her nipples have already become damn near inflamed with ecstasy, her aphrodisiac working within seconds.
you coo, “oh you’re so pretty shuri,” you praise her, kissing her cheeks and she moans at the contact, “so pretty for me, huh, mami? am i making you feel good?” and shuri moans, nodding and you see her legs twitch, her hands stuttering and moving away from her clit but you lower them back down, shushing her whiny moans, “mhmm, i know my love, i know.. but you look so gorgeous like this,” you reemphasize, squeezing her nipples through your fingers and shuri’s back arches, “shit! oh my love, please, please, you’re being cruel—!” she whines out and you fake hurt, twisting at the skin more.
you lean down and slap right against her clit with your hand, right below the vibe and she jumps and moans. “watch. your fucking mouth, shuri,” you curse at her and she moans, eyes still tightly screwed shut and she whines, “i’m— i’m, im sorry please please, make me cum, i need it,” she moans out and you moan with her, moving away from her chest and pushing two of your fingers inside her, opening her legs up with the other hand, the contact making shuri buck against you and squeal.
shuri’s pussy instantly reacts to you, squeezing around you and accepting your fingers with ease, “such a filthy girl, taking my fingers so well,” you mock and shuri’s head is tilted back, hand shaking and thighs threatening to close but you hold them open, “keep your legs still, baby, be good,” you reemphasize and shuri whines, shaking her head slightly and you gape at her, “no? are you telling me no?” you ask, thrusting in her much harder, curling your fingers and pressing right against her g-spot.
shuri screams, “please! oh Bast, i’m cumming, i’m cumming, y/n, please let me cum—!” and you speak over her begging, “no. you haven’t earned it,” you hear her wet gasps, her pussy is starting to flex around you and you think she might cum anyway. shuri babbles more, mouth drooling, “please, please please, i’m so close, i’ll be good, i promise, my love, i promise!” and she sounds so pathetic, it makes your pussy pulse a bit, and you realize you hadn’t cum again and shuri was inches away.
you sigh and taking your fingers out of your wife, moving her hand holding the vibe from her clit and straddling her instead, rubbing her clit against yours and you both let out long, drawn out moans once the contact and friction start. shuri twists and watches you with wet eyes, you start rutting against her, your wet skin kissing hers.
you moan and pick up your thrusts to get to where she is, “when i cum,” you pant out and lean down to her mouth, “you can, too, okay?” and shuri nods, squeezing the sheets and being good and not touching you. you see her eyes close and her eyebrows furrow, mouth hanging open and tits jumping with every one of your thrusts. you whine at the sight and you can’t help but feel selfish, “shuri, shuri, touch me, mami, touch me,” you moan out and she opens her eyes and nods, leaning up and capturing your mouth and you wrap your arms around her, she does the same and holds your hips steady playing with the skin there. you kiss her greedy and sloppy, like she’s your only life line.
your pussy fits perfectly into shuri’s, you’ve found. when you move together her clit perfectly shapes yours and to say it’s an addiction is an understatement. you feel your body ascend, damn near, as your orgasm slips against your skin and you can feel shuri bucking and moaning in your mouth, obviously so close herself. your clawing at her back when you finally release her mouth, “oh, shuri, i’m so close, i’m so—unnffff— cum with me, please cum with me baby,” and she nods, head in your shoulder and you can feel her shaking against you.
shuri squeals, “i’m— i’m cumming, can i? oh my love, please, please can i cum for you?” and it’s her last question that has you twisting and moaning, a loud squeal leaving your chest as you squirt against shuri’s pussy, and she moans in tandem, cumming right behind you and your both holding on to each other, thighs shaking and bodies still moving against the other.
you finish first, your head spinning while shuri follows suit, gripping at your hips and holding you close as you both come down. you whine, grabbing desperately at her coils and pulling her into a wet kiss, the both of you falling back onto the bed, limb entangled and pussies still wet and twitching. but you’re not quite satisfied, you wanted just one more thing.
you lean up first, kissing against her tired face and moving slightly. she huffs in disappointment, not wanting to let you go just yet. “shuri,” you call softly and she mumbles to acknowledge you, but you need her eyes, her full attention. you call her again and she opens her eyes, looking fucked out and exhausted. you exhale, “i wanna fuck you, okay? can i?” and shuri sighs, head falling back and she nods, before correcting herself, “yes, please fuck me love, i want to be good,” she whispers and you smile, leaning up to kiss her chin, rubbing up and down her sides, “you’ve been so good, darling, keep talking okay?” and she nods, letting you go once you begin to pull away from her.
you reach for the bag of toys you had left on the side of the bed and gather yourself to put on your strap. you’ve fucked shuri maybe about three or four times, it’s rare and it’s extremely vulnerable for shuri so you take your time with her and never pressure it out of her. you kiss at her hands once you’re all ready to go, grabbing some lube while you do so. you look her in the eyes, “you’ve been so good, my love, so cum as much as you want okay? uyizuzile,” you tell her sweetly and she smiles and nods, holding on to your hand and bringing it down to kiss it.
you adjust yourself against her, sliding the strap against the cum settling on her pussy and she shudders, her head falling back against the pillows and you smile, proud of yourself for taking care of shuri so well. you push forward once you’ve done enough teasing and shuri gasps, thighs twisting and her hands finding the sheets as you move inside her.
you slide in and out of her with ease, pressing on her abdomen and giving her the pressure on her cervix she’s addicted to. shuri groans, eyes rolling to the back of her head as her back arches and her hands rip at the sheets. you sigh and moan at the sight of her, talking her through it, “does it feel good, my love? tell me, please, let me hear you,”
she moans louder, assuming you found her g-spot once more and she nods, “yes, yes, oh— my love, uziva ulungile, so good,” she says back sweetly, bringing on hand to her chest and playing her nipples. you smile and swat her hand away, squeezing the skin there with your own fingers, and shuri takes it, moaning and biting at her lip.
but you know shuri, you know she needs more as soon as she starts to whine and move her hips more and more. you sigh and lean down, kissing her, holding one of her hands against the sheets, “you need more, my love?” and shuri nods, coils stuck to her forehead because of her sweat. you speak again, the rutting of the boxer against your clit making you moan against her mouth, “what do you need, sthandwa, tell me and i’ll give it to you, i promise,”
she whines back, “t-touch me, touch me here,” and she guides your hand to her clit and you sigh when she does, rubbing the bud in sweet, achingly slow circles. shuri groans, “h-harder, please my love, harder, i can take it,” and you feel your own hips stutter, her voice making your body jump and you sigh, nodding, “such a good girl telling me what you want,” and you lean back up, moving her thighs to thrust harder and deeper, keeping the hand on her clit in tandem with your thrusts.
shuri squeals, nodding and grabbing at the sheets again, “oh, my love, just like that! don’t stop please, please!” and your own eyes roll back at the sound of her, the black panther herself giving into you so easily. you speak, “look at you darling, taking me so well, aren’t you such a good girl?” and shuri whines, the pressure proving too much for her but she still talks back, “i’m— oh, fuck! i’m your good girl, y/n all yours, all for you, right there, please please please—!” and you nod, kissing at the skin on her legs and adding more pressure to her clit, her gasps making you smile.
you feel her pussy squeeze around you and her legs begin to close in on yours and you rub against them, teasing, “cumming already darling?” and she nods, eyes leaking and mouth huffing. you don’t let up though, “cum for me shuri, be my good girl and cum for me, let me see,” you whine against her and she shakes, listening to you wholeheartedly and yelling your name once more then cumming hard, her pussy practically shaking and squirting some. she moans, loud and long, twitching against you and you watch in genuine awe of her.
you slow your thrusts but keep your fingers working against her clit, until she sobbing and shaking, her hands against yours and silently asking you to stop. you pull out slowly, letting shuri calm down and see the thick ring of cum covering the base of the strap and smile. you sigh and catch your own breath before sliding out of the boxers and tending to shuri, coming to her side and kissing her everywhere you could softly, whispering praises, “such a good girl, shuri, did so good for me, mami, breathe, breathe,” and shuri whimpers as her mind calms down, sighing and holding onto you as closely as possible.
shuri takes a moment before she opens her eyes again and you look at her and smile, “hi, love,” and she laughs a bit, still breathless, “i can’t feel my legs,” and you laugh back, kissing her arms and then her face, “then i did well,” and shuri smiles, pulling you down for a real kiss, moving her lips deeply into yours and keeping you there.
you pull away first, mostly to check in, “are you okay though, my love? it wasn’t too much was it?” and shuri shakes her head, smiling, “it was excellent, darling you were great. and thank you, i… i think i really needed it,” she admits and you smile back at her, kissing her nose, “i know, pretty girl.”
the next morning, shuri’s struggling to keep her balance once she’s back in the lab. many of the scientists are worried about her, coming to her aid and offering stools for her to sit in and she always refuses, saying she’s fine and that she’s just pulled something.
when you walk in with okoye later that morning, shuri’s face gives it all away and no one offers her anymore aid that rest of the day. you giggle and okoye rolls her eyes, “when will you learn some decency for the rest of us poor souls?” and you laugh harder, shoving her a bit and shuri turns to her, “i don’t have to fix your suit i hope you know! i’m only being kind because i have to!”
and okoye is turning to leave, sighing out, “oh i know! don’t fix it, have aneka sweat in those things alone!” and shuri rolls her eyes. you walk up to her, hugging her side, smiling hard, “i can’t believe i have you walking funny, how the tables turn, huh?” and she gapes at you while you laugh, shoving you playfully and kissing you to quiet your boosting.
bottom shuri my beloved, i will keep you in my heart forever and always 💕💕💕💕 (also i wanted this to be longer but i’ll just have to make a different story entirely and that’s okay!)
and again special thank u to @inmyheadimobsessed for giving me this information that i will use forever! bottom!shuri truthers rise!!
and as always reblogs, likes, and replies are always appreciated !! thank u guys sm mwah mwah love!
#shuri x reader#shuri udaku x reader#shuri smut#sub shuri my beloved#sub!shuri#sub!shuri x reader#bottom! shuri#bottom!shuri x reader#deijah wrote#my story
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ITS ALREADY BEEN PUBLISHED: what's my name ?
okay guys…the shuriri fic will def be posted TOMORROW but it’s too late to post now so, as i promised, here’s another snippet! if you’ve already asked to be tagged, i have you in my taglist. you can ask again if you don’t remember but yea :3 IM SORRY FOR THE WAIT! reblog or reply (if you haven’t already) if you wanna be tagged!
this fic been kicking my ass but it’s done(ish). i just need to edit a few things :3 expect it tomorrow! (or tonight if i get impatient) (i’m rlly indecisive sorry)
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I FINALLY KNOW K’UK’ULKAN’S NAME!!!!!!!
ITS CH’AH TOH ALMEHEN!!!!!!!
#shuri black panther#namor#namor x reader#namor the sub mariner#namor of talokan#talocan#kukulkan#tenoch huerta#black panther#bpwk#bpwk spoilers#K’uk’ulkan has a name#i can finally rest#knowing I know his name!#oh the FANFICTION(s)!!!!!!!#wakanda forever#script#black panther wakanda forever script
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I would walk on hot rocks just to tell Tenoch that he's the best dad in the world.
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#tenoch is the last good man on earth#im obsessed with the fact that hes a dad i know#but hes just so perfect 😭#tenoch huerta#tenoch huerta namor#tenoch huerta mejia#mcu namor#namor of talokan#nashuri#namuri#namor x shuri#agua papi#namor x reader#namor the sub mariner#namor x y/n#tenochtitlan#tenoch x reader
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My Queen, My Sun and My Sea
talokan once had a queen. one who loved her people with all her heart—with the same heart she had given to her k'uk'ulkan for what felt like millennia ago. but they lost her to the hands of the enemy; it was a tragic tale painted on the walls of the king's mural, the pain searing itself onto his heart uninvited. he rules now with a darkened hole in his chest, fueled by the loss of his true love and a force to protect his people even more. after all, only the most broken people can be great leaders.
pairing: namor x fem!talokan!reader
warnings: bpwf spoilers!! death (i was lowkey evil for that), colonizers, inaccurate translations, nawt very proofread lol
El Niño Sin Amor.
That was a name that echoed deep inside Shuri's head, its bitter aftertaste lingering still; a piece of Namor that she'd just uncovered.
He was an enigma; a powerful being who rose from the sea, unannounced with his presence but has always been there, deep in the waters where he and his kingdom have flourished in the city of Talokan. He had just finished recounting about his and his people's origins, how the colonizers brought a disease that left his ancestors to drink a concoction from a vibranium-infused plant found in an underwater cave to save themselves, turning them into water-breathing individuals; the Talokanil.
She turned to Namor with many questions unanswered, only to see him staring at something with a look akin to pain and longing on one of the surfaces on his murals, caressing the painting with a gentleness she had yet to seen from the god.
She shifted to the side quietly, trying to see what he was gazing at. When Namor bowed his head, Shuri saw a painting of a woman beside his serpent, posing regally with what looked like a staff in her hand.
She wore a beautiful jade and gold headpiece, green and brown feathers lining the outer layer, fading in its design as if the light was shining on them. It towered atop her figure, framing her perfectly like she was always meant to be there. She was adorned in jewelry, from the large, circular green jade plugs that hung from her ears to the tessellated necklace that she wore—a striking amalgamation of gleaming silver beads, plated viridescent tiles to carved gold pendants and everything that complemented her beauty. The woman had a tan clothe wrapped around her body, washes of terracotta and hues of sage and cream woven in stripes on the fabric. She was covered in jewels—just like Namor.
One thing for sure, she must have been of royalty in Talokan. Or a goddess, perhaps. The corks in Shuri's head turned as she tried to figure out where the woman in the mural fit in Namor's story.
"Who is that?" Her question seemed to break him out of his reverie. She could see the way his body tensed at her question, and whether it was because she cut him out of his thoughts of because of what she asked, she didn't know.
It took a quiet moment before Namor answered, looking in deep contemplation with his eyebrows furrowed deeply and his eyes growing darker. The next thing he uttered was so full of emotion that it flooded through the sentence, his voice sounding thicker than blood.
"Leti' ka'ach in reina. My queen. In k'iino' ka, in k'áak'náabo'."
(She was my queen. My sun and my sea.)
For a second her words refused to make it out of her mouth. The Wakandan princess' mind didn't wonder to Namor having a queen.
The Namor now wasn't like the Namor she had met in the shores of her land with her mother. The Namor now felt like a broken man who would go the farthest lengths to protect his people. With every counting second of being in this underwater cave, Shuri seemed to discover more and more about the man, slowly laying bare the walls he had built around himself.
"Is she-"
"She was.. she was killed by surface dwellers." The god cut off, as if he couldn't bear to hear the words coming out from someone else's lips. He closed his eyes for a moment and Shuri felt the sea grow quiet for a split second. It was like it remembered their lost queen.
He took a deep breathe before speaking out and if one were to listen closely, they could hear the slight shakiness in his voice, like talking about this particular incident tore his wounds open again. "Years ago the surface dwellers tried to find Talokan. They were told of an underwater city filled with glittering gold and diamonds, with a palace of precious metals whose value exceeds all else."
"They are greedy, always taking and taking what is not theirs—beasts who ravage land with no mind of its consequences. She was there where the land met the waters along with the young ones, and those monsters crossed paths with them." Namor shook his head, disdain present in the way he moved his body and his words.
"The first thing they did they raised their weapons, pointing it at her when all she did was offer them her hands. She tried to speak to them, to negotiate with peace and kindness. But they are blinded with hatred." He spat that word out and Shuri almost flinched at his tone.
"With no mercy they killed her and the children. They took their lives as if it was nothing to them."
"When I emerged to the surface.. she was already dying."
One of your handmaids had been the one to inform him of the situation, barging into his mural room right when he got back from a trip with a growing panic in her eyes as she screamed in anguish, 'Le reina! Le reina!'
"I turned to those murderers and treated them with how they treated my wife and the children; I killed them with no mercy."
The feathered serpent god will never forget the possessing rage he felt when he saw what those killers did to his wife. Without a single doubt in his movements he flew towards them like a strike of lightning and sliced their heads off before they could even scream.
Something that would always haunt his dreams was seeing his beloved die in his arms, unable to do anything, running out of time.
Sometimes, if the K'uk'ulkan thought too much about it, he could still feel the way he held you in his arms, the jarring coldness of your body that surged across his skin like a bloodthirsty frostbite.
Your hair fell in a pool beneath your head, encrusted with blood that he didn't know where it came from. There was too much, too much of it that slithered around your body. With trembling hands he supported the back of your neck, bringing your face closer as he cradled your cheeks in his palms.
"Ma', ma', in puksi'ik'al.. jaap wicho'ob, láayli' ma' jach a súutuko'," he pleaded, heart racing a thousand beats at your weakened state. His fingers stroked your temples, tracing the skin from your eyebrows to the high point of your cheek and you swore you would forever savor the feel of his skin on yours.
(No, no, my heart.. open your eyes, it's not your time yet,)
"It's al-..right, in amado." You choked out, holding the hand that held your face and leaning onto his palms with whatever energy you had left in you. It was getting harder to open your eyes or even speak, the hole in your chest rampaging your body like an unquenched beast.
"In ku. Let go, K'ukulkan. Ts'o'ok in meentik le ba'ax táan des-.. destinado in beetik waye'.. je'el u páajtal in je'elel bejla'e'.."
(They call me. I've done what I was meant to do here.. I can rest now..)
He ignored your terrifying acceptance and gently quieted you, pressing his lips onto your forehead in deep fervor. "Save you words, in yaakunaj-"
Namor's heart threatened to jump right out of his chest when he felt your hand go slightly limp, desperately taking it above the crook of his neck, right where the ends of his jaw met his ears. The king held onto you so tightly, trying to keep you grounded with him in the world of the living as if the warmth of his body would spread life to your decaying one. He saw you smile peacefully, like his touch rejuvenated you for a single beat, slowly yet surely stroking the tip of his pointed ears as you've always done whenever you had the chance to. It was a small act of affection that Namor fell weak to, and he couldn't contain the abrupt cry that fell from his lips at the familiar gesture.
"K'a'as a puksi'ik'al yéetel a-.. a yaakunaj, in ajawo'," but even then your stubborn and insistent nature persevered. You spoke with only him and your love for him in mind, silently telling him that this will not be the end. That despite after all this when you will no longer be there to tell him just how beloved and brave he is, he should still remember what he had learned—what he had taught you. You hoped that it would keep him grounded and true, still fierce but with compassion and empathy.
(Remember your heart and your love, my king,)
"In.. yaakunech," and you let our your final breathe, the light in your eyes no longer shining as you stared up into nothing. At the least you looked content to pass to the afterlife in your husbands arms, a gentle lift on the corner of your lips to signify that you've moved on. But along with your departure you tore apart of Namor that he didn't think could ever be replaced—left him with a half-ripped heart and as a shell of the man he once was.
(I love you)
Now, kneeling on the prickling pearly sand tainted with weeping carmine, he was not a god. He was not the king of a powerful underwater nation, he was not a lethal mutant, a hero, a villain, or a protector. No, he was just a man. A man whose heart had been punctured with a hole in the shape of his beloved.
He screamed at the world with the voice of someone who had just lost everything, scorning the surface dwellers with a burning pit of anger and vengeance in his blackened heart. It echoed around the area, bleeding onto every rock, every blade of grass and every tree with his promise of death. The sea grew restless, mirroring the raging currents in his soul.
Namor choked a cry, closing your eyes as his hands shook with grief and pain, body threatening to collapse under his heartbreak. He brought your face closer to his, resting his forehead against yours while he scrunched his eyes closed, disbelieving and mourning of the loss of his beloved. Because no matter how much he begged, how much he cried for you, you would never come back to him, never blessing him with that delicate smile on your face again. The god stayed there for what felt like hours and days, whispering sweet goodbyes, harrowing sobs and promises to avenge you.
When he carried your cold body to Talokan, the people could only stare in shock and despair over the loss of their darling queen. In their eyes you were one of the most powerful people in the kingdom, not just because of your position, but because of your compassion and your love—something that knew no bounds.
It was a painful and gut-wrenching experience, to bury his own wife. It brought him back to the time where he had to do the same to his own mother, to cover her in clothe and put a piece of maize inside her mouth.
"The surface dwellers have taken so much. Talokan's queen, our home and our freedom. I will not let them do so again." Namor had a scathing look in his eyes, a latent tone of tiredness from facing a world that only took from him.
"She must have been an amazing queen and a strong woman." Shuri could only utter these words with a solemn expression on her face, unable to reply to such vulnerability of someone she had considered a dangerous enemy. Despite that.. there was an underlying empathy between the two. Shuri understood him. She knew the pain of losing someone you love.
"She was." A calm visage eventually spread around his face as he looked up at the glorious mural depicted on the walls of the room. "She had the biggest heart and the kindest soul."
Namor couldn't help but get lost in his memories of his beautiful wife. He speaks no lies when he describes you. You were the people's queen, as what the Talokanil called you. You'd always visit the people, play games with the children and scour the underwater markets that sold all kinds of trinkets and foods. Whenever the people needed you you were always there, willing to help them without a second glance as you opened your heart to them all.
After you death, whenever he would swim around Talokan and talk to his people—laughing and joking around with them—there would be this.. serene melody inside his heart, a gentleness that ran through his veins. Namor would feel the water pulsing on the pads of his skin and he'd always take a moment to close his eyes to relish the feeling. Then a smile would make it onto his face—the kind of smile that you would always tell him to show more often. His people felt it too, like a warm embrace to their soul, as if you were watching over them, still caring about them even when you were gone.
It was not only to Talokan's people, but to the ocean's animals too.
If there was one thing about his queen, it was that you had a deep affinity with the marine animals. Whenever the king couldn't find you anywhere in your room or in the palace halls, Namor would only smile to himself and swim to the clearing of the sea just outside of Talokan, watching his wife croon along the whales and the orcas, taking care of them as if your love spoke a thousand languages.
"In ch'ujuk, ko'oten paakat!" You would shout, gleefully waving your hand up in the air with no care in the world.
(My sweet, come and look!)
Sometimes he would only stay back and watch you with eyes so tender that it looked like he was entirely captivated by you. By your voice, your laughter, your smile; your everything. Other times, Namor would be too taken by you (as he always was), deciding to join you play with the creatures that you'd called 'your babies'. Whirling and chasing them around them felt like dancing in the water and Namor was too in love to ever deny you of your little joy.
Even now whenever the whales would call out to the sea, or when the orcas whistled and clicked along, he could still hear your radiant laughter singing along with them and oh how he longed to hear that sound again, to hear the melody of the ocean in its fullness.
You were simply the glue to Talokan; everyone adored the queen.
Until now, your throne still sat next to his, the jade and vibranium never ceasing to glow. Every time he sat there, watching over his people and celebrating his kingdom with defiant shouts of "L'ik'ik Talokan" he would always remember your face, remember the proud look you had when you would raise your fist to your chest along with everyone. Your memory will never fade in the heart of Talokan, always lingering in the brightest places, comforting during troubling times, because you will always be a precious piece of the kingdom that neither he nor his people would forget.
If he brought the sun to his people, you were the sun to him.
"You and I, we are not so different, princess." He broke his train of thought.
"Those people only see us as threats because they know we are powerful. They will not stop until they have what they want. It is a danger to my kingdom and my people—a threat to your people too."
Finally, Namor turned his head to face Shuri, a determined aura lingering in his voice and in his expression. She felt compelled to stare back straight into his eyes, the conviction in his tone like a true king. "And so I offer you again."
"Join me, and we will never have to see our people suffer, to see our loved ones suffer. We will no longer mourn our losses and bury the dead for unjust cruelty."
"Together, we will watch the world burn."
lawd this man singlehandedly got me out of a writing slump like.. making a fic with angst + namor = too easy 😩💳💥
this is my first time writing for him, so i hope it was okay! im so in love with him and i wanted to contribute my own piece to the fandom.
also, i'm pretty sure the yucatec mayan was not properly translated, so i apologize from my heart for the inaccuracies. please tell me if i have to fix anything!
dividers by @delishlydelightfuldividers and @rpinkling
tags: @bloatedandlonly
#me when i write about anything other than percy jackson#very nervous tbh#making this when i couldn't find fics with similar tropes was lowkey a cunty move#namor x reader#namor x y/n#namor of talokan#namor the sub mariner#namor mckenzie#namor imagine#black panther wakanda forever#black panther#mcu shuri#shuri#namor fluff#tenoch huerta#talokan#marvel#mcu x reader#mcu#NEED TO STOP LISTENING TO JUDAS TO THIS MAN LIKE#marvel x reader#namor angst#namor x queen reader
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❁ཻུ۪۪♡ seven wonders
Pairing - shuri x black!fem reader
Word Count - 7.3k
Contains - smut (18+), soft!dom shuri, sub!reader, cunnilingus, fingering, tribbing, edging, choking/breathplay, overstimulation, clit play, shuri is a tease, praise kink, fluff
Divider From - @firefly-graphics
Sneak Peak - “What life took away from me, Bast replaced with you. You, my angel, are my gift.” She places a kiss on your cheek, the salt of your tears lingering on her lips and she allows it because she wants to stay here forever, wants to sulk in everything she’s feeling as a reminder that this is not a dream. She begins crying with you, overwhelmed with the gift that was you, overwhelmed that she had explored the world’s most intricate of beauties and yet you were still the most beautiful to her.
Tags - @inmyheadimobsessed @amplifiedmoan @vampzxi @abenomeiiii @imjusthere2readbruv @desswright29 @heejayy @shurislover @shurismainbxtch @garden-of-venus @tiii-iiiiii @verachii @ihearttish @playhousedistee @somethingcleaverandwhitty @niyahwrites @tishsrealwife @oceean @sookiesookie @myaraines @cafehyunji @6-noir @ventingfanfics @ririslove @marsolgy @shaiwritesss @naomis-daydream @prettymrswright @pocketsizedpanther (comment if you wanna be tagged in future fics, 18+ please)
Song Inspiration - another heartbreak: giveon, pov: ariana grande (readers pov), favorite song: toosii, reflections: dustystaytrue ft. toosii (shuri’s pov)
Writers Note: this fic is me self projecting in both of these characters. I just wanna love and be loved. This fic lowkey kicked my ass, why is writing fluff lowkey hard?? But shuri loves her baby girl so much in this one like whew, I need herrr. Anyways, as always, I hope you all enjoy my lovessss :)
♪ ༘⋆ Tears don’t fall when you’re right here, Perfect for me that’s my fear ♪ ༘⋆ (another heartbreak - giveon)
❁ཻུ۪۪♡ The evening is nothing short of perfect, sitting on a rooftop in Rio de Janeiro while the sun sets in the distance, a perfect image of the panoramic painting you sat in. Vibrant hues surrounded you as you sat in front of a small circular table that came alive with the flickering glow of candle light, a vibrant bouquet of exotic flowers and the fresh aroma of Brazilian cuisine. There were the sweet sounds of Bossa Nova playing in the distance, mixing in with the gentle rhythm of waves that settled in the not too far shore. To complete the picturesque view is what you were in this city for in the first place: the Christ the Redeemer Statue.
It was at this very moment that you found yourself at the final stop of your trip around the world. It was a trip orchestrated by your beloved girlfriend, Shuri, who cherished you deeply and wanted to show you what beauty the world had to offer. You had visited the Seven Wonders, each destination bringing you that much closer to the true joy you deserved. Shuri understood that before her arrival, you did not get out much. Not because you had no desire, not because you didn’t have the funds to, but because you simply had no one to share the world with. Life has presented you with hardships, constructing barriers that made you wary of the genuine splendor life had to offer. It obscured your understanding of what love truly entailed, as your past relationships, be they platonic or romantic, introduced individuals who made you question your self-worth. However, once again, you found yourself on a rooftop, accompanied by your girlfriend who quite literally gave you the world, even within the few fleeting months you two had spent together. Her love for you surpassed any other person you had encountered, and it was precisely all of this that frightened you.
“What’s on your mind, sthandwa sam?” Her voice held a gentle quality, infused with a subtle rasp that made you dizzy. It was flawless. Almost unnaturally flawless.
“Kwenzeka ntoni kula ntloko yakho intle?” (“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”)
Being with Shuri was the most transparent you had ever been. She consistently motivated you to express yourself fully, urging you to share your emotions openly and honestly. She possessed a deep understanding of your thoughts and the fears that were buried in your heart, which often hindered your ability to fully embrace the love she shared with you. Nonetheless, Shuri loved and respected you unconditionally. She yearned to hear your emotional release, offering her unwavering support to catch and discard them, surpassing any previous support you had ever received. She aspired to be there for you, her princess, in ways that no one else had ever been. And this is why it wasn’t terribly challenging to open up to her.
“Shuri, you know what I’m thinking.”
“I know, nkosazana, but I wanna hear you say it. Thetha nam ndimamele.” (“Speak to me and I’ll listen.”)
“Shuri-”
“Please, y/n. Please.”
You observe her, appreciating the exquisite features that decorated her face. She was so beautiful, so full of love in a body that has also been through pain and suffering. Shuri intimately understands the harsh realities of life, having experienced her own share of adversity. That's precisely why she gently encourages you to release the emotions you've kept bottled up. Her intention is never to cause discomfort or obligate you to share your past traumas. Rather, she seeks to help you acknowledge and process the feelings your mind and body are urging you to confront, enabling you to progress forward.
You bask in her warm glance for a few moments longer before you softly exhale, preparing your heart for what’s to come.
“It’s just a lot, Shuri. Not in a bad way. It’s never in a bad way when it comes to you. You’re so perfect, your love is overflowing and shit. It’s just…I’m just…”
“Yitsho.” (Say it.)
You sigh.
“Shuri, I-I just…”
Shuri notices your struggle, the way your voice breaks off and she immediately runs to your side, placing a kiss on your forehead before she lowers herself on one knee in front of you. She takes your hands, running her soft lips against your knuckles and you could cry. You loved her so much and it scared the shit out of you that you knew she deeply loved you too.
“I’m scared, Shuri.”
“Mhmm. Keep going, my love, I’m right here. Let it out.”
“I’m scared that…” Your voice gradually faded with your words becoming entangled in your throat, making it harder to breathe. You took a brief pause, collecting your thoughts so that they could flow effortlessly from your lips. “I’m scared that one day you’re gonna look at me and not love what you see anymore.”
You stopped there, curious as to what kind of response she would give you. But of course, she only encouraged you to proceed.
“You’re doing so good, y/n. Keep going…I know there’s more in that big heart of yours.”
You let out another sigh, not born out of annoyance or frustration, but rather a sigh of relief.
“I’m just worried that one day you’re gonna get tired of me, that I’m going to be…I don’t know…I guess just too much. To be fair, I am kinda a lot to be around…I-I understand that I’m not the easiest person to love, and that I can be a handful…”
You were on the verge of tears, but you didn’t allow them to escape you just yet. “I’m just scared you’re gonna get tired of me and I’m just not sure I can handle that, Shuri.”
“Mmm,” Shuri hummed, not once taking her gaze off yours as she continued to kneel in front of you. She brought your hands in for a kiss, loving lips attaching themselves to your soft, brown skin. She lifts herself up to reach your forehead, placing one last kiss before she speaks.
“You know why I chose you, y/n?”
You shake your head, unable to speak in fear that your emotions might overwhelm you and you did not want to ruin this perfect evening with Shuri more than you already felt you had. Shuri lets out a soft chuckle, her pearly teeth revealed through a crooked grin that placed butterflies in the depths of your stomach.
“It’s actually quite simple, nkosazana. I chose you because I love you. I love everything about you. I love your dimples when you smile, and those beautiful eyes, sthandwa. I love your body, everything about it is perfect. Your stomach, your thighs…what’s in between your thighs-“
“Shuri, you’re just talking about my body--”
“Ssshhh, I’m not done. I love your sense of humor, how you’re always laughing and it makes me laugh. Puts a smile to my face when I have no smile to offer. I love your strength and your capability to love even though the world has not been so kind to you. I love your creativity and how artistic you are, it balances me out because you know I love my science. It's nice to have an artist to level the plane. I love your beautiful dark skin and all its simplicities and complexities. I love how you encourage me to be my best, and you push me to be better, for you but most importantly for myself…”
“Shuri…”
“Wait, sthandwa, I have more to say. When…when I lost my brother, I felt as if the world came crashing down on me…he was my favorite person to be around and when he was gone…there was just…nothing…”
Her voice started to falter, unveiling the enduring pain that Shuri carries within herself each day, concealed by the smile she presents to you. A solitary teardrop escaped from her eye, though she hastily wiped it away. She wasn't prepared to break just yet, and neither were you.
“Shuri, you don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to.”
“I want to…and I need to. And you need to hear it.”
You offer a tender smile, conveying to Shuri that everything would be alright. Shuri breathes in, lightly grazing her lips against your hands before proceeding.
“And then…when my mother died…I just…”
“Shuri-”
“I had no will to live anymore because what was the point? I had no one. Nothing. Until…until you.”
You choked down a sob, one that would undoubtedly have torn through your entire being had you let it fully consume you.
“You reminded me of what it is to be happy, to laugh, like genuinely laugh…haven’t done that since my brother, I almost forgot what it felt like. You showed me that there’s so much more to live for, so much the world has to offer and I wouldn’t have it any other way, nkosazana.”
You offer a subtle nod, tears streaming down your face with an unrestrained flow, and this time you permit it. She was utterly flawless, an exquisite fusion of affection and happiness, seamlessly mending the shattered fragments of your own existence. Her embrace provided solace, her gaze offered a sense of security, and there was no place in the world you'd prefer to be at this very moment, and no one else you'd rather be with.
“Umhle kakhulu, y/n,” ("I love you, y/n”) she says with one last kiss before she stands, gesturing to you to stand as well. She pulls you into her embrace, a hug that engulfs every fiber of your being, immersing you in the warmth emanating from her body and permeating back into yours. She placed a firm kiss onto your forehead before you pressed your face into her chest, allowing gentle tears to cascade down your cheeks and onto the fabric of her shirt. Yet, she doesn't mind. She wanted to catch every single droplet that escaped you and tuck them away so you were no longer burdened by fears that weren’t truly there. She hated that you felt scared, apprehensive about the future and the uncertainties it holds, because she will never abandon you. She needs you just as much as you need her. Perhaps even more so.
She cupped your face in the palm of your hands, looking down at puffy eyes and puffy lips as you sniffled.
“You’re literally so beautiful, y/n,” she promises, pressing a kiss into your nose. “Just pour it out, let yourself feel the things you feel, my love. You have to let it out, y/n. Do you understand me?”
You nod, your lips forming a pout before more tears fell from her words.
“I’m not saying you have to explain things when you don’t feel like it. But what I am saying is I am your partner, your girlfriend and I’m here for you. I love you. And I want you to know that I love you, more than anything or anyone else in the world, and that I need you just as bad.”
If you hadn't been a tearful wreck before, you most certainly were now. Cheeks marked with traces of tears remained within Shuri's grasp as you drew her closer for another kiss.
“That’s it, y/n. Just let it out…I’m right here. Ndizohlala ndilapha.” (I’ll always be right here.”)
“I love you so so much, Shuri,” you promise, your voice broken from the lump in your throat.
“You know what the best part of this trip was, sthandwa sam?”
“Hmmm, what could that be, baby?”
A beautiful smile adorned her face as she lifted you up and twirled you around, dancing on a rooftop while your laughter echoed with genuine delight. She sat down on the chair, bringing you into her lap as you straddled her, holding her like it was your last time.
“We may have just traveled the world and its most exquisite landmarks, but you…you were my favorite part. No building or ancient structure is as beautiful and strong as my girl.”
The smile that graced your face was a sight of pure bliss in Shuri's eyes, as she cherished nothing more than the radiance of your beautiful smile. She buries her face in the nape of your neck, gently pressing her lips against your firm yet sensitive skin.
“Every morning I woke up next to you…every dinner I shared with you…every night I had my way with you…”
With each declaration, her kisses grew more fervent, targeting the places she knew weakened you. You wrapped your arms around her neck, fully embracing how much she rendered you powerless through every movement she made and every word she spoke. She was addicting, all consuming, fogging each and everyone of your senses but your pounding heart was a reminder as to where exactly you were.
“Shuri…we-we’re on a public rooftop,” you stuttered, trembling beneath her passionate kisses as you struggled to contain the pulse that found its way between your thighs.
“No one is coming. I made sure of that,” she replies, her face still sunken into your neck as she begins lifting your dress up to bunch around your waist. The light pulsing between your thighs transitioned to heavy throbbing, as melanated bodies grew more eager to feel one another.
“Let me know if you’re ok, y/n,” Shuri says, wanting to make sure that your head and heart is in the right place to proceed with her intimacy. You were more than ok, because even though your heart was often troubled and your mind was in constant battle, your body was always willing to receive whatever obstacle Shuri would give you.
“I’m ok, Shuri,” you reply desperately, slowly grinding your crotch in her lap. Shuri notices this, wasting no time in cupping your saturated cunt, casually stroking you over the thin lace of your panties. It was torturous, how close yet so far she was from where you needed her.
“Shuri,” you whined, a wounded sound that made Shuri smile.
“That’s it, sthandwa. Yilangazelele.” (That’s it, baby. Be desperate for it.”)
“Mmmm,” you moaned as she carefully pulled the fabric to the side, gliding her fingers through your folds, grazing your pulsing clit and it made you frantic. “Sh-Shuri.”
Her strokes came to a halt as she pressed into your clit, a shocking sensation radiating through your thumping nerves.
“Show me how you do it,” she whispered into you.
“Hmm?” you moaned in question.
“Show me how you do it, my pretty girl. Rock on me. Be desperate for it.”
She gently caressed your clit for a few more beats before ceasing, signaling your cue. Gradually, you widen the space between your thighs, allowing her more room to tenderly touch your delicate clit with the pads of her fingers, exerting a firm pressure as you slowly but surely start to grind in response. She wanted to watch you work for it, observe your struggle as you ascended towards your own pleasure.
“Shuri, baby. Ah.”
The feeling was deeply fulfilling, your clit fluttering with each swipe as your soft moans pleased Shuri’s senses. A grin appeared on Shuri's lips as she observed how your pleasure radiated through your facial expressions. Your eyelids grow heavy, your eyebrows relaxed as your mouth falls open. The knot in your stomach tightened as your grinds became harder, your pussy getting louder as you soaked her fingers.
“Look at you go.”
“Unh.”
“Yeah that’s right,y/n. Mntana oyimtombazana.” (“Work for it.”)
“Shuri, unh..shit.”
Shuri gently grabs your throat, not enough to hinder your breathing but enough to get your attention. She entices you closer, pulling you in as she presses her lips to your ear, her words eliciting a shiver that surges through your body, infusing your pounding clit with waves of pleasure, as if it wasn’t already too much on your body.
“Such a needy little pussy, huh?”
“Mhmm. Yeah.”
“So slippery, nkosazana. All this just for me, yeah?”
“Yes, baby yes.”
It was absolutely sensational, her fingers coming in contact with your body as you rubbed against her created a knot in your stomach as the heat coursed through your legs and Shuri’s gaze remained on you, shifting from your pleasured face to your tired cunt.
“Your pussy is so pretty, look at how swollen you are…Bast.”
“Sh-Shuri,” you tremble, a warning that you were close. “I..I..I’m close. Mmm…uhn.”
“Hold it, sthandwa. I know you can.”
“B-but I can’t. I need to.”
“You can do it. Cuz you got no choice, my pretty girl. The most beautiful girl.”
Her carefully selected words seamlessly intertwined with your every gesture, engulfing you in a sensation that overwhelmed your mind and your pussy. The intensity compelled you to surrender, to embrace the fiery passion swirling within your core, while your pussy delicately throbbed.
“Shuri, stop talking like that…you’re gonna make me…f-fuck. Shit.”
“What is it, y/n? Can’t handle being my pretty princess?” She gained pleasure from teasing you, relishing in the sight of your blissful torment while you writhed on top of her, fighting hard to obey her and not cum until she let you. “Would you rather be my pretty slut?”
“Baby…please,” you begged.
“Mmmm,” she hummed low. “You can be both.”
“Shit,” you whined, unintentionally slowing your movements down to give your swollen clit a moment to wind down.
“Khange ndithi ungacotha. Qhubeka uhamba. Ndibonise ukuba ufuna embi kangakanani.” (I didn’t say you can slow down. Keep going. Show me how bad you want it.”)
“Shuri..I-I…”
As you were at the threshold, a few more swipes away from releasing onto her, she removed her fingers from you, a long sticky line connecting with her fingers until she drew them into her mouth, cleaning them dry as she kept her eyes on you.
“Wh-why did you do that?,” you struggled to say as your impending orgasm remained trapped between your legs, so close to being released from your body before she denied you. Shuri chuckles before kissing your cheek, still tear-stained from earlier.
“Ssshh, my love. You’ll get it soon. Don’t worry.”
Gently raising you from her lap, she clasped your hand as the two of you headed back to your hotel room. Your tense pussy nerves made walking a challenge, causing you to falter occasionally, but Shuri guided you every step of the way.
♪ ༘⋆ You love my lips ‘cause they say the things we’ve always been afraid of, I can feel it starting to subside, learning to believe in what is mine ♪ ༘⋆ (pov - ariana grande)
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"Oh my god, Shuri!" you exclaim, caught off guard, as Shuri effortlessly lifts you off the ground and twirls you around, cradling your body in her embrace as you walk down the hotel corridor. With a playful gesture, she plants several kisses on your cheek, eliciting another burst of laughter from you. “Shuri, put me down!,” you manage to utter amidst your genuine laughter, even though your plea for her to let you go was anything but.
“Absolutely not, nkoszana,” she teases, spinning you once more before you make it to your hotel door. It was then Shuri placed you down, trapping you between the door and her body as her mouth traveled back to that sweet spot on your neck. Your hand made its way to the back of her head, gently grasping her soft curls as her passionate kisses milk a moan off your lips. Her hands creep down your body, caressing your curves before her fingers slowly find their way between your legs again, causing your knees to give out for a split second as you were still sore from your unreleased orgasm.
“Wait-Shuri…shit.”
The instant her fingers stroke you over the drenched material, a familiar sensation stirs within you, beckoning your orgasm to well up once more, eager to escape from your body.
“Shuri…please.”
“Hmmm?”
“Shuri…I…inside please, let’s go inside?”
She lifted her face from your neck, her hungry eyes meeting your pained ones as she continued her assault on your pussy. She dips her ring and middle finger beneath the fabric, coming in pure contact with your swollen clit once again, sending an electric pulse swimming through your aching cunt.
“Shuri-ah!,” you moaned loudly, most likely audible to anyone that may have been occupying any other of the hotel rooms. Shuri lifted a finger to your lip, a gesture that told you to keep quiet.
“I-I’m sorry,” you whispered, struggling to keep your heavy moans at bay.
“It’s ok, sthandwa, you’re ok. Let’s go inside now, yeah?”
You nodded, the only response you could give because if you dare to speak, coherent words would not fall out. Shuri only smirked at you, opening the door before lifting you up once again, shutting the door behind her aggressively while the two of you passionately kissed until your back gently pressed onto the bed.
Shuri was delicate in removing your dress from your body, gliding the zipper downwards and gracefully allowing the slender straps to slip off your shoulders. Your panties, she was not so gentle with, hooking her fingers underneath the lace that hugged your hips and tearing them, causing a whine to escape your lips.
“Shuri!”
“I’ll get you another pair, my love, do not worry.”
You yearned one another intensely, craving Shuri's touch with a deep hunger, and she desired you just as deep. For a moment, she got off the bed, allowing herself to become entranced with the way your slick glistened your inner thighs, doing all this as she unbuttoned her dress shirt and rolled up her sleeves, her small gold chain crystalline against her ebony skin. She was so beautiful and the sight of her only heightened your arousal, your core pulsing beneath her gaze.
Shuri got on the bed, resting herself on the headboard before motioning you to sit on her lap and you oblige, spreading your legs over hers as your pussy lingered above her crotch. She wasted no time sinking her eager fingers through your folds, her digits getting lost in your thick, swollen pussy as you feel the coolness of her rings up against you. She occasionally brushes over your clit and you flinch every time, still sensitive from her lingering touch.
“Shuri, stop playing baby,” you whine, completely unashamed of how needy your plea sounds.
“Where do you want me?”
“Inside…pl-please?”
“Mhmm….” Shuri pressed into your clit once more, pushing loving circles into you before she made her way down to your clenching hole. You were drenched, desperate for her touch but Shuri desired to savor this moment as if it were a rare occurrence, aiming to reaffirm that you were more than what others perceived you to be because in her eyes, you meant everything and even more.
She traced her fingers over your entrance, feeling the way your pussy chased after her in desperation. The relentless teasing she subjected you to was unbearable, driving you to the edge of exhaustion as your impatience mounted, begging her to put an end to it.
“Shuri, pleeease.”
With a sly expression, Shuri's crooked grin compliments her fingers as they firmly dig into you, using her free hand to guide your body onto her as if you were sitting onto her strap. She continuously pushes into you until her knuckles kiss your pussy lips, Shuri’s fingers are well acquainted with your body, swiftly linking the pads with that special spot inside you that makes your pussy walls convulse violently, prompting you to bury your head into her as you moan into her shoulder.
“Oh yes, Shuri, unh.”
“I want you to bounce, nkosazana. Ride me like you ride my dick.”
With her words infused with the depth in her tone, it provided all the motivation you required. A shiver rushed down your spine, intertwining with the shiver that surged through your pussy walls, instantly targeting your g-spot as you milked Shuri’s fingers.
Raising your head from her shoulder, you met her gaze fixed not on your eyes but on your body, observing every reaction you had to her touch. The way your breasts bounced frantically in tempo with her thrusts, and the way your pussy lips swelled from the stimulation made it evident just how much you desired her and how eager you were to surrender to the woman below you. Shuri brought her lips to your face, her eyebrows scrunched together as she planted fervent kisses on your temple before softly whispering words of reassurance into your ear, causing your walls to clench around her with urgency.
“Injalo, ntombi yam entle. Yileqe.” (“That’s right, my pretty girl. Chase it.”)
“Shuri, please.”
“Ukhangeleka umhle ngolu hlobo. Intle kakhulu xa uyinqwenela.” (“You look so pretty like this. So pretty when you’re desperate for it.”)
It’s moments like these where you’re thankful that you learned to speak Xhosa fluently, your mind becoming foggy with the native words that spill off of Shuri's tongue as her thrusts and your bounces simultaneously find each other in your g-spot. It was nothing short of pure bliss as your orgasm crept through you, the heat in your stomach igniting as your wet pussy echoed through the hotel room.
“Sh-Shuri…I’m gonna cum, Shuri.”
“Then do it.”
“Ah!”
For a few moments longer, Shuri showers you with praise, extolling your body and emphasizing how flawlessly your pussy compliments her, designed to take her and listen to her and this was all made clear with how her voice radiated through her next words, instantly pushing you to your orgasm.
“Cum, baby. Let this aching pussy have what she’s been begging for all night.”
And with her words, the pressure built to your breaking point as you released right onto her, oozing onto her hand and trailing down to her crotch. Your orgasm crashed through you wave after wave as Shuri continued to praise you through it, making promises of forever and how much she loves her pretty girl.
“Shuri, yeah,” you trembled, moans shattered and delicate, struggling to articulate thoughts while your mind and pussy absorbed everything.
"Ngokwenyani ungoyena mntu umhle ndakha ndambona. Ndifuna nje ukwenza ukuba ube cum ngokuphindaphindiweyo." ("You're literally the most beautiful person I've ever seen. I just wanna make you cum over and over again.")
“I..fuck.”
“Will you let me do that, y/n? Make you cum all the time? Whenever I please?”
You nod frantically, the pulse in your walls growing as Shuri continues to fuck you through it, switching between rubbing your clit and thrusting into you as you struggle to come down from your blissful state.
“Fuck, I love you,” she mumbles, repositioning you so your on your back, almost unaware of where you were but you snapped back to reality as you feel Shuri spread your legs open and place her mouth inbetween them, grazing her lips over your still sensitive clit and your whole body spasmed at her touch, absolutely fragile from your lingering orgasm.
“W-wait Shuri…I can’t…please,” you whimper, placing your hand over your aching pussy.
“Yihambise.” (“Move it.”)
“Baby…I-I…”
“Y/n…I said move it.”
You shake your head from side to side in protest, your face contorting in a mix of desperation and fatigue as your delicate pussy continues its rhythmic throb. Shuri removes herself from between your thighs, leaning forward to meet your gaze as she gently pinches your chin to redirect your attention to her. Cradling the back of your head, she holds you close, her light chain dangling inches from your face.
“There isn’t a woman in the world as strong as my baby girl. You can take anything. I promise. Do you understand me?”
You vigorously nod and she chuckles at the sight of your vulnerability, noticing how your responses have been reduced to mere head gestures, as you grapple to form coherent sentences.
“I know what your pussy needs, and from the way you’re still leaking onto these sheets like a slut, I know she wants more. Am I right?”
Another nod.
“Uze ube yintombazana elungileyo kum, nkosazana, wenze le nto ndiyithethayo. Hambisa isandla sakho.” (“Then be a good girl for me, princess, and do what I say. Move your hand.”)
You hesitated at first before you obeyed her words. You removed your hand from the heat between your thighs, revealing your pussy that continued to drip for her. Your pussy lips were puffy, your clit enlarged as you opened your legs wider for Shuris devour and she practically salivated at the sight of you before she dove into her meal with one flat lick through your folds. Instantly, your hand gravitates to your pussy again but Shuri lightly pushes it out the way, allowing nothing to get between her and what belongs to her.
“Ungakhe ucinge ngayo.” (“Don’t even think about it.”)
Finally, she takes your clit into the swells of her lips, pulling you into her mouth as she sucked and slurped both in and around you. Your legs rest on her shoulders, her hands hooked around your thighs, your toes perfectly pointed. It was overwhelming, her mouth on you as she moaned into your pussy and connected her gaze with yours. You brought your hand to gently fist her curls, using them as a handle to grind down on her tongue.
“Shuri, oh my god, baby yes,”
“Take it easy, sthandwa. I don’t want you cumming just yet.”
“Oh…okay…fuck.”
The squelch of your pussy resonated loudly, wet lips meeting wet lips as you sensed your impending climax. Your stomach started to twist into knots, the soles of your feet and palms of your hands tingle while your pussy hole tightened. You weren’t certain with how much longer you could keep it in as Shuri’s tongue work seemed to intensify, causing your cunt to clench repeatedly.
“Baby…I’m gonna-you’re gonna make me-”
Once again, Shuri moaned into your pussy, a sound that added to your already soaked cunt before reluctantly letting go. The physical and mental turmoil of nearing the threshold, only to be abruptly pulled away was agonizing. But Shuri had a different plan for the both of you. She wanted to experience your body entirely, to witness your release directly onto her as your body completely unraveled and understood that you belonged to her and it will remain so as long as you allow it.
She locks eyes with you while standing by the bed. With elegance and sexual frustration, she begins to unbutton the rest of her dress shirt, meticulously lifting the fabric from her body. Her perky breasts rest beautifully on her chest, her dark skin seemingly eager to intertwine with yours. As she begins to undo her belt buckle, you shift your position to sit at the edge of the bed in front of her, wanting to take over and complete the task yourself.
“Here baby, lemme take these off of you,” you plead. She nods in agreement, making room for you to complete the job. You earnestly unbuckle her belt, undoing each button one by one as you press your lips against the valley in her breasts. When her pants were undone, you slipped your hand beneath her boxers, your palm coming in direct contact with her dripping pussy and she took a sharp inhale as you glided through her folds.
“So wet just from tasting me,” you whispered with a smirk.
“Ndimanzi kuba ndikuthanda,” she replied. (“I’m wet because I love you.) She completely removes her pants and boxers from her body, standing before you fully bare in her petite yet toned body. “Lala phantsi ngenxa yam.” (“Lie back down for me.”)
In no time, Shuri grips your calf, guiding you into a perfect position where her pussy can meet yours. The moment she touches you, the instant her aching bud kisses yours, a surge of immediate pleasure overwhelms you, your jaw falling open as you sing soft melodies of praise meant for her ears only.
“Fuck baby.”
She embraces you, swaying back and forth until it feels like the entire universe is within your grasp. Your melanated skins meld as one, two feminine bodies intertwining to form the most exquisite shades of brown.
“Sh-Shuri, un-UNH.” Your moans escalated, becoming filthier by the second and you couldn't help but feel a tinge of embarrassment with how easily aroused you became and so you bit your bottom lip to try and contain the shameful moans that sat in the pit of your throat. Shuri's face was concentrated, eyebrows furrowing as she was captivated by the sight of your puffy pussy on hers; concentrated on sloshing cores and the friction created below. But she was determined to hear you, reveling in your inability to keep quiet as she pleased you with her body. She allowed muffled moans and gentle whimpers to linger on for too long, fully aware that you wanted to completely unleash yourself. And she would make you.
“No, don’t do that.”
“Hmm?”
“Don’t hold back.”
No matter how many times she saw you naked, how many times she’s fucked you into oblivion, you always became embarrassed with how effortlessly compliant your body was, how loud your mouth and your pussy desperately became.
“What’d I say about holding it in?”
You shake your head in defiance, struggling to muffle the pitiful moan welling up within you. It's almost as if you're testing her, curious to see how she'll respond and whether she'll get her way. Shuri doesn’t hesitate to snake her palm around your throat, almost in a loving manner as she grins. She presses lightly, again, not enough to hinder your breathing pattern but enough to get your attention on her.
“Answer me, princess. What’d I say about holding it in?”
“Y-you…fuck. You said n-not to,” you struggled to say amidst Shuri’s heavy grinding.
“Injalo, ntombi yam entle,” she responds (“That’s right, my pretty girl). Still, you resist her, intrigued to witness the depths of determination in your normally tender and affectionate Shuri, to see how far she'll go in pursuing her own desires. You feel the compression on your windpipe escalate much harder than it was, oxygen struggling to move down your throat and it makes you soak as you moan in unison with your guttural gasps. You clasp her wrist for support, a soft smile appearing on your face as you get lost in your dwindling breathing pattern.
“I…Shuri…AH!”
“That’s it, y/n. Pour it out, just like I said. Let yourself feel the things you feel. Let me give your pretty pussy what she deserves…shit.”
“UNH.”
“Nantso ke sthandwa sam, mandikuva.” (“That’s it my love, let me hear you.”)
Your pussy entrance clenched frantically, your used clit beating like rapid thunder as your orgasm awaited you. And it was no different for Shuri. It was written all over her face. The more she spoke, the more broken and disheveled her sentences became, her jaw twitching and abs contracting as she chased her own high, absolutely desperate to feel your pussy cum all over her palpitating clit.
“Sh…Shuri! Ooooo fuck baby…I-I’m gonna…”
“Do it. Flood m-me…unh.”
Both of your moans were messy, filling the air with cries of each others names as Shuri continued to fuck you with her drenched pussy. It was exhilarating, a rush of warmth that surged through your body, starting as a tight ball of heat in your sex and radiating outward. The thump between your dewy folds pulsed at a faltering rhythm, one beat upon another, as you felt Shuri's clit continuously twitching and teasing against you.
“Fuck, y/n. You make my pussy feel so g-good,” Shuri moaned, struggling to descend from her own state of bliss. And she was a sight to see. Her dark skin glistened with perspiration, the chain adhering to her body due to the sweat. Her curls were ruffled, their natural pattern still discernible but marred by the droplets of sweat that trickled down her forehead. And you could always tell how hard her orgasm was rushing through her body with the way her abs tightened and her jaw clenched, her pussy puffed out as her clit jolted with pleasure. Your girlfriend was ridiculously sexy and the way her body reacted to yours was a testament in itself with how much she loved you.
Before you were able to come back to earth, you felt one last lick up your folds and you shuddered violently forcing Shuri to grip your thighs tightly in order to keep you still. You were still so achy, pulsations still finding a way to decrease as Shuri pressed her mouth onto you, kissing your pussy lips like they’re the lips on your face.
“Ugqibelele kakhulu,” she hums into your cunt before licking your juices up (“You’re so perfect,”). “Intwana yakho igqibelele.” (“Your pussy is so perfect.”)
Another lick through your folds that makes you jolt and you consider trying to squirm out of her grasp but the sight of Shuri worshiping words of praise into your pussy in her native tongue is enough to let you keep her there.
"Ndifuna ukudlala kwi intwana yakho ngalo lonke ixesha.” (“I want to play in your pussy all the time.”)
“Ufuna ukwenza ukuba uze ngapha nangapha nangaphezulu kwakhona.” (“Wanna make you cum over and over and over again.”)
“Nanini na ndifuna.” (“Whenever I want.”)
"Kuba ndiyakuthanda." (“Because I love you.”)
“Intwana yam.” (“My pussy.)
“Umntwana wam oyintombazana.” (“My baby girl.”)
They were words of promise, words of desire as you cum once more. The waves of her husky voice surged through you as her mouth wrapped around your clit and you whimpered through your overwhelming orgasm, legs trembling as you trapped Shuri between the thickness of your dark thighs.
“Sh-Shuri…please. I-ah…I can’t take it anymore.”
“I know, baby.”
“Then…please.” You were shaking, completely overtaken by it all. “Please Shuri…I can’t.”
Shuri plants one last kiss onto your clit and you shudder, breasts and thick thighs jiggling one last time before Shuri removes herself from the heaven between them. You were her baby girl, her princess, her everything and she didn’t want you to feel anything less. She comes back up to face you, caressing your cheek as sleep crept through your mind.
“Y/n…are you able to wash up yourself?”
You nodded and Shuri smiled, proud of you.
“Then go do it, please. I’ll be out here waiting for you.”
“W-wait…why can’t we wash up together? We always do it together,” you pouted.
“Sshhhh,” she whispered, still caressing your beautiful face. “Kukanye nje, sthandwa sam. Ndiyacela." (“Just this once, my love. Please.”)
You hesitate, but nod, bringing her in for a kiss as you taste the remnants of your pleasure on Shuri’s lips.
“Good girl. Always my good girl.”
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♪ ༘⋆ Open up those gates to your heart, Only if you’ll let me ♪ ༘⋆ (favorite song - toosii)
After finishing your shower and changing into pajamas, you step out of the bathroom only to be greeted by a heartwarming sight that leaves you holding back tears. A trail of rose petals leads from the bathroom door to the neatly made hotel bed, where you and Shuri shared your intimate moment. Placed on the bed is a large stuffed panda bear, a thoughtful reminder that Shuri noticed your love for these creatures during your trip to China to visit The Great Wall. Right in front of the bear sits a beautifully wrapped box. Shuri's smile warms your heart, and you rush into her arms, straddling her with a passionate kiss. She changed into low waisted black joggers with a matching black crop top, showing off her sculpted body and toned arms as the subtle gold chain remained on her neck. She looked damn good.
“Baby, you didn’t have to do all this.”
“Of course I did. You’re my girlfriend.”
“Shuri…”
“Sshhh, y/n, just open it.”
“But I didn’t get you anything.”
“Y/n…I don’t get you things to get things in return. I get you things because I love you and because I can. Now open it…please?”
"Mmmm okay!," you giggled, playfully pecking Shuri's nose before removing yourself from her lap. You picked up the gift, giving it a little shake before eagerly unwrapping it. Inside, you found exquisite souvenirs from each of the stops you and Shuri had made on your trip to the Seven Wonders. The items looked rare and valuable, serving as a beautiful memento of the precious time you had spent with the woman you cherished the most.
“Shuriiiiii! Where-how? How did you get these??”
Shuri shrugs her shoulders, a half cocky grin painting her face. “I have my ways.”
You rolled your eyes in a playful manner, proceeding to dig through the gift. Along with it all was a kimoyo bracelet, and you smiled at the gesture.
“Thank you babyyyy,” you squeal, wrapping your arms around her neck. “Now I can do all the things you do!”
“Welllll not quite. Wouldn’t want you hurting yourself now,” she chuckled. “I made this mostly so I can keep you safe even when I’m not around. That amongst…other things.”
You raised an eyebrow.
“What things?”
“Oh you know…like…things…like I can give you orgasms with it.”
“Oh my god, Shuri!,” you laugh, playfully hitting her once more before proceeding to look in the box, finding a folded piece of paper at the bottom.
“Oooo, what’s this??,” you ask before Shuri takes the paper from your hand, laughing in your state of confusion.
“I wanna read this to you myself,” she says, her voice smooth as silk.
“What is it?”
“Just relax for me. Here…hold this,” she says, placing the panda plush in your arms. It was so cute.
Shuri slowly unfolded the paper, kissing your lips before inhaling deeply.
“I call this piece ‘Seven Wonders’.”
“Piece? Shuri, what is this?”
“Just…listen...”
✎✯ “They say the world contains wonders, I heard there were seven
But what wonders do they speak of if we don’t live in heaven?
They say the world contains beauty, but for me it was tragic
And though I don’t believe fables, I believe you are magic
I say the world contains death, yet in you I find life
And though now I’m your girlfriend, I hope one day I’m your wife
I say the world is but hell, yet you are my heaven
And if the world contains wonders, then you are all seven” ✯✎
With each word, each stanza and rhyme, you were brought to a state of healing. A state where you could feel Shuri’s words pick up the pieces for you and mend them back into one. You were an emotional wreck, tears falling down your cheeks uncontrollably to a point where softs sobs ripped out of your mouth. Your chest felt heavy and light all at once, as you were overtaken and consumed by the love you had for your girlfriend.
“Shuri, what the fuck???,” you cried, basking it all in. “That was so fucking beautiful, what? I don’t even know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything, nkoszana. You just have to believe it.”
“Shuri I…I didn’t even get you anything.”
"Baby, come here," she murmurs gently, gesturing for you to return and settle back into her lap, and you comply willingly. With your puffy eyes meeting hers, she can't help but be overwhelmed with love for you.
“You are my gift.”
Your lips form a pout, eyes twinkling with your tears.
“What life took away from me, Bast replaced with you. You, my angel, are my gift.” She places a kiss on your cheek, the salt of your tears lingering on her lips and she allows it because she wants to stay here forever, wants to sulk in everything she’s feeling as a reminder that this is not a dream. She begins crying with you, overwhelmed with the gift that was you, overwhelmed that she had explored the world’s most intricate of beauties and yet you were still the most beautiful to her.
“Thank you my love,” you whisper for her ears only, nuzzling your face into the warmth of her neck as she kisses your temple in longing. “You’re my everything, Shuri.”
“Nawe ungowam.” (“And you are mine.”) ❁ཻུ۪۪♡
♪ ༘⋆ I see reflections of me when I look at you, and I ain’t never felt this way, and I can’t lie girl you got it, and I got pain all in my body you helping me heal from, lil’ mama a real one ♪ ༘⋆ (reflections - dustystaytrue ft. toosii)
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Feels So Good Getting What I Want
pairing: shuri ✘ black!fem!reader
summary: you've returned home for the first time in months with news, and for the first time with shuri. you're admittedly nervous, and she's there for moral support, but shuri has a keen way of getting what she wants that may make relaying said news to your parents a tad bit harder.
word count: 6.3k
contains: smut (18+), slight thigh riding, oral (shuri receiving), strap!reader, sub!shuri, softdom!reader, praise!kink, multiple orgasms, needy!shuri, tribbing, aftercare (shuri receiving), coming out scene, fluff
tags: @verachii @szalipcombo @rxcently @coolestgay @widowmakker @fetchyourlife @blackgcomica @shurisbbymama @bestfriend491 @simp4iwaizumi @mocha-aya @shinsousliya @bratydoll @shuriswifereal @shuriri4life @shuris-whore @letitias-fav @axailslink @chidinma @awarm-sundaynight
divider by: @firefly-graphics
note: soooooo this completely got away from me! this was not the initial fic i was going to post, but i was dying to write sub!shuri smut so here we are. i did tear up just a tad writing this. i am unable to write smut without a fluffy ending idk, i’m not well mentally. shuri deserves to be serviced. shouts out to oomf for the translations. please enjoy <333
translations: wamkelekile kokwenu mtanam - welcome to your home my child, ndinikhumbhulile mama noTata - i missed you mom and dad, cela - please, sthandwa - my love
You smoothed your clammy hands down your sides as you stepped out of the car. Wide brown eyes scanned your childhood home, from the large front door all the way up to the balcony outside your bedroom. Your potted plants looked well taken care of, no doubt your mother’s doing.
Being home rarely came with nerves, seeing your family was not an often occurrence, and you were usually elated to be back. But this time was different, vastly. This time you did not return alone, and this time you returned with news. Your feet were rooted to the ground, refusing to stride up the front steps. You took in the house once again. So many memories wrapped up within those walls.
Growing up, your father instilled the significant role the Mining Tribe played in Wakanda's advancement, he took pride in being a leader in your community, and his pride reflected in you. His teachings were what drew you to Vibranium in the first place, what made you want to study it, and all of its capabilities. Studying science is what drew Shuri to you. She could not resist the presence of another young, gorgeous mind in her lab. Her words.
The images made you smile a bit, reminiscing on the many times your mother had to pry you from his lap in his office. Simpler times. Coming home after many months away unsettled you now though, the idea of speaking to your parents sent your stomach into a frenzy. You were not the same as when you saw them last, instead, you were an improved version of yourself, more confident.
But said confidence seemed to escape you now that you were reaching for it.
“Are you going to stand in that spot like a statue forever?” Shuri's amused tone snuck up behind you, fingers wrapped tightly around both your suitcases.
You huffed a breath. “Maybe if I remain still enough they won't see me.”
“Wamkelekile kokwenu mtanam! My baby!” The door swung open and your mother rushed down the steps.
“Too late.” You rolled your eyes at Shuri's snarky comment.
You were in your mother’s embrace before you knew it. She rocked you from side to side and you returned the hug. Your father emerged soon after, followed by your younger sister.
“Oh, how we’ve missed you, my dear.” You hugged your father, then your sister.
“Ndinikhumbhulile mama noTata. I am glad to be back.”
Shuri stood awkwardly behind you watching you greet your family. She refused to interrupt, and you were sort of relieved she hadn't spoken yet. You had a feeling it was her way of helping you prolong the inevitable.
She caught your sister's eyes then, and they widened like saucers. “Um, why is the Queen here?! You know the Queen?!”
Your parents’ attention shifted to Shuri too and she waved shyly. “Hello.”
“Your Majesty, we were not informed you would be arriving. Our apologies.” Your father tried to bow, but Shuri stopped him.
She moved in closer to you, and realization flashed within your sister's eyes. She smirked with a hum and you narrowed your eyes. Your parents, however, were none the wiser.
“Please, call me Shuri. I am only here as a friend to this one here. I hope it is okay that I stay.”
Your mother nodded. “Well of course, but I am sorry our guest room is not prepared.”
“Oh, I'm sure they would not mind sharing a room. All good friends do it, right?” Your sister pointed her loaded question at you and you huffed.
Your mother’s eyes were back on you, then Shuri. “Is this something you are comfortable with your Majesty?”
“Shuri. And yes, it's more than fine.” They nodded and began ushering everyone inside. Your family filed in ahead of you and Shuri, your feet still refusing to move. A sharp pinch to your butt caused you to yelp. Shuri concealed her laughter, feigning confusion as your family turned to see what was going on.
You waved them off with a lame excuse of stubbing your toe on a rock before shooting her Majesty a glare.
“That's sure to get those feet moving.” She hopped up the steps at lightning speed, both bags in one hand, and was through the door in seconds. You were still getting used to that, her newfound agility. Inhaling a deep breath, you finally moved toward the house and stepped into the foyer. You did miss home, a lot.
You missed the smell of your mother’s cooking, her baking, the strong cinnamon scent that clung to all the furniture. You missed it all terribly, and you were delighted to finally be back.
•••
After getting settled in your old room, you made your way downstairs for the tea your mother prepared, where you found Shuri already engaging with your family as though she'd known them most of her life.
You loved that about her. You loved everything that she was, but her ability to make a home in everyone's hearts with zero effort would always be one of your favorite things. Her laugh echoed through the kitchen as she chatted with your father. Your mother served her cookies and she accepted them graciously, biting into one with an exaggerated moan.
She beamed, despite the recent dark clouds looming over her life, Shuri was the sun — forever shining, forever heating your heart in the way only she could. She emerged from the storm not drenched in rain, but sun-kissed and resilient as ever.
You were staring, and you knew it, but you didn't care. Her smile still gave you butterflies. They fluttered inside you, the warm hibiscus tea only making them more excited as it slithered down to your depths.
“If your goal is to out yourself before you are ready, staring at the Queen like that is a sure way to do it.”
Your sister's voice startled you, and you rolled your eyes at her smug smile. “That is not my goal.”
“Well, I was fooled.” She made herself a cup of tea and stood near you behind the counter. “You could not help yourself, could you? You couldn't have fallen for someone regular, it had to be the Queen of our country. How did you manage to pull off the trick of the century, eh?”
Still as nosy as ever, still as rude. You scoffed and she laughed lightly. “You should mind your business.”
“Have you come here to tell them? Is that why you've come home after nine months?”
You sighed. She would not leave you alone, not until she got her answers, so you decided to bite. “I will tell them when I am ready.”
“Or they will figure it out before you get the chance to, with the way you can't seem to keep your eyes off her. Oh big sister, are you in love, truly?” Her eyes twinkled and you knew her interest was genuine.
A silly question really. Was it possible to exist inside of Shuri's world and not love her? “I am.”
Your sister squealed and pulled you in tight, drawing the attention of your parents and Shuri. The moment her eyes were on you, everyone else in the room ceased to exist. It was only the two of you.
“Bast, the two of you lack self-control. But I find it endearing I suppose.” She skipped off to her room after waving shyly at Shuri, having lost all interest in your conversation.
Your father ushered you over to the living room. “Come come, my baby. The Queen tells us you are now head of the design group at her lab, this is true?”
“Unofficially.”
Shuri shook her head, patting her lap for you to sit, and you almost took the bait, until you remembered where you were. You sat next to her on the couch instead and she blushed before speaking. “Officially. I am unable to frequent the lab as I used to now that I am Queen, so most of my responsibilities will fall to you. I will make the official announcement when we return.”
You wanted to kiss her, but you settled on a simple thank you.
“You know this interest in Vibranium started as a child. Always begging to go to the Great Mound with me every day.”
Your mother nodded in agreement. “This is true. These two were inseparable, thick as thieves. I see all of those late-night teachings have paid off.”
Shuri's grin was wide, prideful as she listened to your mother and father gush about your nerdy ways. You could tell she liked them, and they loved her, and it made you happy.
•••
Shuri shifted restlessly next to you. You were attempting to read a book before bed, but her twists and turns were a serious distraction. She'd been like this for the three nights you two spent at your parent’s house so far, and you knew why, you just chose to promptly ignore it.
Your days were usually fine, your sister and Shuri drew quickly to each other, having bonded over their love of teasing you and that younger sister complex they so clearly had. Nights were different. Shuri grew needy, whiny, and you had to suppress your natural instincts to tend to her.
She huffed a whine, pushing her right hand through her curls. “I cannot take this any longer.”
“Are you hot my darling? I can open a window if that would make you feel better.” Eyes never peeled from your book as you spoke. The irritated groan she gave you made you chuckle, and you turned the page.
“Why haven't you touched me? It's been days, I have never gone this long without your touch. Please, I need it now.”
You placed a warm palm on her shoulder and squeezed. “Touch.”
“That is not what I meant.” Shuri pouted and you grinned to yourself.
You licked your lips, turning another page. “What of those years before you knew me, or my touch? What would you do on those restless nights?”
“If you're suggesting I pleasure myself, I assure you, I will do it. I need friction, and if you're unwilling to provide–”
You looked up from your book finally after hearing her threat, eyes hot and scolding. “Oh? Is that what you are prepared to do, sthandwa? By all means...”
“Only if you keep neglecting me. I just crave your hands all over me. I need you.” Her voice was a whisper, alerting you she wasn't quite bold enough to challenge you in that regard.
“My sweet, you know why it has to be this way. I have yet to speak to my parents, haven't told them about us.”
“Your parents are not infants, I’m sure they have already figured it out. Do you often bring Wakandan royalty home with you on your visits? Do you usually sleep in the same bed with them?”
You sighed, acknowledging she was probably right. You’d noticed the way your mother eyed you in the kitchen when you insisted on making Shuri's breakfast for her. She liked it a certain way, and only you knew how to prepare it. You peeped how she nudged your father as you placed the plate before her, squeezing her fingers and fighting the urge to kiss them, and the tattoos decorating them.
“They believe we are just friends. Nothing else as of right now, and I don't want to risk them finding out we are more when they hear your screams of my name. I have an image to maintain in their minds, you know?”
Shuri sat up near the headboard and turned to face you, gasping dramatically. “I will not apologize for enjoying myself when we are intimate. If I’m loud, it is only because you're doing a fantastic job and I want you to know that. You want to remain innocent in their minds, but we both know you are nothing of the sort.”
“And that is precisely why me touching you right now is a terrible idea.”
“I can be good, I promise. I just need to feel you.” Shuri pried the book from your hands, plopping it on the nightstand before straddling your lap. You were adamant about denying her, but your treacherous body gave in the moment her lips found your neck, melting under the feeling.
She rocked her hips against your thigh and you could already feel how damp her crotch was through her briefs.
“Shuri…” You breathed out when her teeth grazed your nipples through your thin sleep shirt.
“I need you, my love. Please.” Her rhythm of humping your leg was picking up and so were her small cries. The idea of her getting off just by rubbing against you had you soaked. Your hands were still at your sides, and it was growing harder to resist placing them on her hips to guide her.
Shuri threw her head back with a moan and you watched her work in complete adoration. “I'm so wet for you my love, want you to taste me.”
“You can't say things like that, Shuri. My restraint can only last so long.” You moaned lowly with her, your arousal intensifying at the sight of her actions.
“Stop resisting me. Please me.”
You let out a long groan. “My parents are in the other room. I can't–”
“Please? I need you, only you.” Words she knew would drive you up a wall. You pulled her in by her throat, crashing your lips to hers. Shuri giggled into the kiss, knowing she would win, she always did. Wet mouths devoured each other, peppering hot pecks along necks and jawlines.
Your hands gripped her hips, helping her rhythm, steadying her, your lips still on hers.
“Lay back for me my dear.” Shuri followed your instructions in excitement. She always took pride in getting you to do bad things. You hovered above her, connecting your lips sloppily whilst sliding her boxers down.
The second your fingers pressed onto her clit, she screeched. She was wetter than you'd ever felt and you couldn't fight your desire to taste her. “You said you would be good.”
You spoke your words before dipping your two Shuri-coated fingers into your mouth. She watched, eyes wide, nibbling on her bottom lip, as you tasted her.
“I'm sorry. I'm only excited, I will be better.” Shuri pulled her shirt off and spread her legs, inviting you all the way in, and who were you to deny yourself? Overindulging in her was an acquired skill. Your lips met her neck, biting a little, and she whimpered.
“Do that again.” A shameless request, and you obliged, pulling her skin between your teeth. She hissed at the pain, and you smiled into the action. Your tongue licked the indent you made before placing a gentle kiss there.
Moving further down her figure, you pulled her right nipple into your mouth and tweaked the left, then switched, giving them both equal attention. She gasped, too loud for your liking and you glared at her.
“Shuri.” Her name on your lips was scolding enough, and she apologized once again. You returned your mouth to her nipples and she allowed herself soft, short breaths. She was a mess, and you’d barely begun.
You pecked your way down her stomach, nibbling on her abs and she purred. Soft sucks on her waist were sure to leave bruises. Finally, you reached the place where you knew she needed you most. A glorious sight, Shuri's pussy was the prettiest thing, and was high up on your list of favorite things about her.
“Is all of this for me?” You glanced at her glistening folds, running your middle finger through her pool, then back to her eyes and she nodded. You pressed a kiss to her drenched clit before beginning a light suck, wanting to test her promise. All she gave you was a quiet whine and you smiled. Your mouth worked her soft bud and you brought your fingers into the mix, slipping them inside her without effort.
Moaning at the way her heat responded to your touch was an immediate reaction as you ate her out. Her wetness was a taste you could never grow tired of.
The acts of slurping her clit and finger fucking her hole had her thrashing about. “Yes! Yes! Oh, right there!”
It was too much for her, you knew that, but you also needed her to behave. You pulled your fingers from inside her and licked her clit one last time before climbing back up her body. “My love, I do not enjoy being disobeyed.”
“Feels too good.” Her lids were stamped shut as she pulled her nipples.
You rolled your eyes in defeat and stood, sliding your lacy panties down to your ankles before stepping out of them. They were balled inside your fist before you returned to the bed. “Open.”
She did as you asked and you shoved the fabric into her pretty little mouth. “I would advise you to breathe through your nose darling.”
Your hungry lips were back on her cunt again, devouring every inch of her saturated folds. Your tongue darted in and out of her hole and she clenched around it, back spiking off the bed. Shuri’s swollen clit twitched under your pruned thumb and the sloshing only increased. Not once did her moans elevate above a desperate hum.
You were enjoying yourself, reveling in the taste of her juices splashed all over your face. You lapped every drop up and she wiggled, grinding harder into your mouth and tongue.
Three fingers pumped her and Shuri shot up instantly. She peered down at you between her thighs through hooded eyes as you fucked and sucked her, nodding her head in approval. She looked so sexy with your panties sticking out her mouth, chest heaving, and covered in sweat. It was nearly enough to send you all the way over untouched.
“Am I the only person to ever make you feel this good, my Queen?”
Her fingers locked in your tight coils, guiding your head up and down her wet cunt. “Mhmm.”
Nimble digits stretched her leaking entrance, slow at first, then your pace accelerated. Your eyes trained on her barely open ones, and you knew.
You spanked her pussy lips with your free hand, daring her to make a sound. Pride filled you when she continued her hums, eyes rolling all the way back in her head. “Come for me, do it for me, baby. In my mouth.”
She grunted in the back of her throat, grabbing your head and grinding her sensitive nub firm against your tongue. Shuri's head flew backward, her breathing picking up, and she trapped your head in between her shaking thighs. Her hold was tighter than ever, and you could barely breathe.
The strength of the Black Panther was a force to be reckoned with, still, you would be happy to be rendered unconscious by her power. You were growing to love it, got off on it even.
Shuri came with a long gurgle, and her squeeze loosened. You gasped for air, fingers still deep inside her, soaking up her intense clench. "I'm so proud of my perfect girl."
She fell back into the pillows and you went up to join her, lips dripping with her cum. You took one last look at her stuffed cheeks and smiled before removing your undergarments.
“Are you satisfied now my dear? Have I touched you enough?”
She shook her head, barely maintaining her grin as her orgasm swam within her system and coursed through her veins. “More. Need more.”
“More? More of what, my sweet?” You were not at all surprised by her response. Once you gave Shuri a taste of anything, she would always want more, her amplified stamina only made the hunger ten times worse.
Your back was against the headboard, and she sat up to face you. Shuri reached to tug your top off and you let her, eyes lighting up at the sight of your round breasts and hard nipples. She massaged them with both hands, a smirk dangling from her mouth.
You let out a deep sigh when her thumb flicked your sensitive nipples. She knew the slightest contact was enough to have your head swimming. “This is not about me. Tell me what you would like more of, Shuri.”
“More of you on me.”
You licked your lips, needing to taste her cum once more. You knew what she was asking for, and you were fully prepared to protest, then she put your boob in her mouth, tongue swirling ferociously, and all thoughts of saying no evaporated from your mind.
“Okay.”
She clapped her hands, already getting into position. Shuri was on her back again, pulling her ankles all the way back near her ears, and wiggling her toes. Fuck. She was showing off, and you loved every second of it. Her flexibility was such a turn on and it increased the thumping at your core. Cum still dripped from inside her, running all between her lips and folds, and you longed for another taste.
It was like Shuri read your mind as you watched her dip a digit inside herself, bringing it to her mouth to suck.
A grin plastered on your face when she moaned at her own flavor. “You're beyond filthy, you know that?”
“And you love it.” She giggled, grabbing her leg again.
You mounted her, thighs on either side of the backs of hers. Your clit was on her clit instantly and you both moaned aloud. Reprimanding her was out of the question this time, seeing as you broke the rule also.
“Ready?” Shuri nodded and you moved, sliding your cunt up and down her own. Your eyes were trained on her and how she parted her lips. She let her moans and cries pile in her throat, not wanting to disappoint you. Your clits knocked together angrily with your sinister pace and you were fighting screams of your own.
Your slick mingled with Shuri’s cum from her first orgasm, creating a low, continuous squelch as you rode her. She was losing hold of her shins as her pleasure built up, up, up, and you gripped her feet.
“Mmm, sthandwa, you feel so good against me, getting me wet. You’re being so good and quiet.”
She moved her head up and down needing more praise.
“Doing amazing for me,” You rolled your hips into hers intensely, the pressure of being clit to clit already tugging on your orgasm. “What a good girl, allowing me to make you feel so good. You're perfect.”
“Yes, I’m your good girl.” Shuri bucked up into you, amplifying the sensation you were both feeling, chasing the release you both craved.
Praising her subsided the obscenities threatening to escape you. You felt a little guilty now, forcing her to remain quiet through all of this. She was correct, it did feel too good.
“I'm going to come for you again. Only you can make me come.” She whispered her words and they floated up to your ears sweetly. The bed creaked slightly, but not loud enough to cause concern, so you kept going, gliding your bud against her sore one.
Your pussy leaked onto hers, sloshing and sloshing. Shuri pinched your nipples as you pressed her legs back further, needing a better angle. That pang of pleasure had you reeling.
“F-Faster!�� She whisper-shouted and you considered it. Picking up the pace would mean more noise, but you weren't thinking straight, not with Shuri's sopping cunt rubbing against yours. It was a gamble you’d have to be okay with. You did as she suggested, increasing your speed of grinding into her.
You were both close, and you knew there was no way either of you could ride your orgasms out without a sound. You leaned in, muttering to her before kissing her roughly, still maintaining your speedy pace.
“Come with me my darling.” It pushed her over, you too, and you were both coming hard, bliss rocketing through you as you swallowed each other's mewls.
Slippery strings of cum and slick tied your pussies together, and the wonderful squishing was not a thing you wanted to end, but it had to. Dipping your digits into your mess, you let the mixture of your juices dance on your tastebuds, eyes flicking shut. You rolled beside Shuri, body spasming uncontrollably from the immense rush of ecstasy. Heavy breathing filled your ears as Shuri nuzzled into your perspiring frame, shaking just as you were.
“I love you so much.” You kissed her head, and something told you she still wanted more. You were fresh out of reasons to deny her now, having felt the same rush you're sure was driving her. “How else can I make my baby happy?”
“Inside.” She kissed you and it took no time for you to return it.
You glared at her, dumbfounded. “Surely you didn't pack it with your things, Shuri?”
Her grin was conformation enough and you rolled over dramatically. “You are very, very bad. In my parent's home? The home they raised me in? Sthandwa, I don't know about this.”
“I know I can be good, I know it! Please? I won't take long, I promise!”
You agreed, and she shot out of the bed. Amazing, the way she moved like she hadn't just experienced two shattering orgasms. Your single one was still filtering through you and you could barely keep your eyes open, but Shuri was anxious to grab her strap-on from her bag whilst still floating on hers.
When she returned, she acknowledged your exhaustion, so she put it on for you. It didn't take long before the device was on you, and adjusted to your body. Shuri was already sprawled out beside you and you hovered over her.
You slapped the dildo against her slippery pussy, causing her wetness to splash on the insides of her thighs.
The tip teased her tired hole and a tiny whimper darted from her parted lips. You loved that melody. “You have to be quiet my Queen. Don't want to get in trouble with my parents.”
Shuri nodded eagerly, wiggling her hips in attempts to get the toy deeper inside her on her own. This displeased you and you frowned. You leaned forward, tugging her nipples harshly and she winced.
“I need you to speak when you are spoken to, understand?”
Shuri stopped her wordless response, giving you one that satisfied. “Yes my love, I will be quiet.”
“And I am not fond of your impatience either. Trust that I will fuck you when I am ready.”
“I'm sorry, I will be good for you.” The softness of her voice made your clit jump. Seeing Shuri this way, desperate and hungry for you, was something you enjoyed entirely too much. You loved hearing her whine, loved seeing her shudder as she succumbed to frustration.
You slid the thick toy through her damp folds slowly, dragging it out for as long as you could. Shuri was gnawing on her bottom lip below you, biting back strings of moans. “Tell me where you want it, my dear.”
She stuttered, sucking in some air to help her speak. “I-Inside. I want you inside of me, deep.”
Her words were all you needed. You scooted up the mattress, back pressed to the headboard, deciding last minute you wanted her in a different position. Shuri caught on to the change in plans immediately, and she was on your lap soon after.
She sank onto the large strap, stretching herself wide with a gasp. She met your eyes, and you reminded her of her promise of silence. You rocked in and out of Shuri’s tight pussy, loosening her up with each hard thrust. Her arms slung around your neck to keep herself upright and you gripped her waist as you fucked up into her.
“How does that feel, my dear?” You did not think it possible that she could get any wetter, but she was full of surprises. Her juices lubricated your drilling, making your job easier.
All she managed were dumb little babbles. Shuri's nails clawed into your back, pulling you closer than humanly possible, and your nipples grazed. Holding the power to make her feel everything as you fucked her amplified your own lusty desires.
“What did I say?”
“Yes. You make me feel so good, only you.” You smiled then, intensifying your pounding and rocking the bed.
You slammed into her again and again, watching her tits jump, and she humped you back just as fiercely. Her resilience was a wonder. “So greedy, taking me so well.”
You hit her bundle of nerves deep within and she bit down on your shoulder with everything she had. Pain whipped through your body, dancing with your pleasure and the vibrations you felt from her riding you, and you whimpered.
If the tears rolling down Shuri’s face were any indication, it was apparent she was approaching her climax, and stifling her moans was becoming a task of the past.
You kissed her tear-stained cheeks gently as you bucked into her pussy. “It's okay baby, let it out. You're so stunning when you cry for me.”
You no longer cared about keeping her quiet, you only wanted to make the love of your life feel amazing.
Her moans picked up the higher she got, and you reassured her with loud, breathy mewls of your own.
“S-So pretty, and all mine.” You hummed, massaging circles into her clit as you fucked her with intention.
“I'm yours! Only yours!”
Shuri squirted all over the dildo, your crotch, spraying the sheets as she came. Her scream was boisterous, booming, sure to startle birds from their nests. It was long and loud, and it made you come seconds after her, your forehead collapsing to her bouncing chest. You kissed the space between her breasts before gently pulling out and laying her down on her side of the bed.
You leapt up and headed to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth to tidy her up. Shuri was half asleep then, all curled in on herself. “I need to clean you up my darling.”
She hummed when you began: dabbing the insides of her thighs, wiping the remnants of cum from her stomach and her most delicate, flinching a little at the heat before she relaxed into it.
You carried her naked body to the bath that you were running, placing her inside ever so carefully. Suds covered her as you washed her back, her shoulders, and legs, massaging her muscles in the process.
When you finished, you wrapped her in a fluffy green towel and dressed her at your window seat. Fresh boxers and a large t-shirt of her choosing. She laughed when you lathered cocoa butter on her legs and feet, informing you that it tickled.
After you cleaned yourself up and changed the sheets you tucked her in bed, kissing her cheek before climbing in next to her. You wrapped yourself around her and she spooned you tight, tracing her teeth marks on your shoulder. Face pressed to her chest, listening to her breathing even out, you let your eyes flutter shut, and sleep overtook you.
•••
Dread, and Shuri’s limbs tangled all around you glued you to your bed as you thought of facing your family.
Now that you were coherent, everything wrong with what you and Shuri did the night before flashed through your mind. You did not regret the sex, obviously, but there was regret about doing something like that with your parents and sister doors away.
You were honestly terrified about ever leaving the room. You and Shuri would just have to slip out the window, without a goodbye, forever because you could never look them in the eyes again.
She stirred awake beside you with a smile and kissed your cheek. “Good morning, my everything.”
“No. No good morning. Bad morning, very, very bad morning.”
Shuri laughed, sitting up so she could fully view you and your terror. “Let me guess. Right now your brain is actively concocting some sort of escape plan, in which we flee this room, maybe even the country, so you may never have to face your family again. Am I correct?”
“Your suit! Activate your Black Panther suit and shimmy us out the window, I'm begging!”
Her amusement was truly daunting. Did she not realize your parents would now hate her? “I'm hungry.”
She peered at you through puppy dog eyes and you had no choice but to give in. “Fine. We shall face the music together, as a couple, a unit.”
“The music is what your parents heard coming from within these walls last night.”
You smacked her chest. “Shuri!”
“They heard you scream that too.” You pulled a pillow over your face and groaned.
After your many protests, she finally managed to get you out of the room and down to the kitchen. The silence was heavy, and eerie, as though no one was home, which you knew was not possible.
“We don't know that they heard us, relax, my love.” Her words were not reassuring.
When the two of you rounded the corner, three sets of disturbed eyes found you. “Never mind.”
“Good morning.” There was no response. You decided to ignore it, starting on your and Shuri’s breakfast instead. You brought the food over to where she sat at the kitchen table and she smiled before digging in.
Everyone ate in silence, the sounds of silverware clanging against bowls and plates filling the air. You decided there was no time like the present.
“I am aware that there is a ginormous elephant in the room with us right now, I would like to address it.”
Your sister was the first one to speak. “The two of you disgust me far more than you could ever know, and yet my respect for you has somehow grown.”
Shuri’s laughter was shrill and you shot her a murderous glance. She apologized and went back to her food, but you took note of her sly grin.
“Cela, we do not have to talk about it. I just want to enjoy my breakfast.” The look of disappointment on your mother's face was one you expected, and your father had yet to meet your eyes.
Your gaze was back on Shuri as you squeezed her hand under the table. She shrugged, but you could tell her nerves were buzzing in anticipation of what you would say next.
“There is something you should know about us, about me.”
Your mother sucked her teeth. “I just said I do not want to talk about it.”
“It is not that. I-I am,” Shuri's grip on your hand under the table grew firmer, more encouraging. “I like women. And I am with Shuri.”
“I think we were subjected to finding that out against our will. The entire city has to know also.” Your mother pinched your sister and she shreiked.
You sighed. “The Queen and I are engaged to be married.”
Your father's eyes bolted up as he heard your words, but still, he said nothing.
Shuri cleared her throat beside you, deciding to give you a beat to breathe, aware of how difficult this was for you.
“I am in love with your daughter, and I wish to spend my life with her, have her rule by my side. She is brilliant and beautiful, and perfect. She takes care of me in ways I could never achieve on my own, and there isn't anything I would not do for her. She stood by my side through it all, fought with me, did everything for me. I would like to return all of her efforts by marrying her and loving her until my last days.”
You heard a low gasp come from your sister and she moved swiftly to wipe her tears. “That was beautiful…if you like that sort of thing.”
Your own tears went unnoticed by you, it was Shuri who swatted them away. Your chest was heavy, and you wheezed.
“Say something, please.” Your puffy eyes were on your parents who only looked back and forth between each other.
“We love you. We want only for you to be happy.” Your breath stuttered when your father finally spoke.
You sniffed. “Shuri makes me happy.” You smiled softly at her and she returned it.
“Then this engagement has our blessing. My Queen, take good care of our baby.”
Shuri nodded, bringing your fingers to her lips. “If we are to be family, you must start calling me Shuri.”
“I would just like to let it be known, I knew there was more than just a friendship between you two the moment you arrived. Truly, you did nothing to hide it.”
Your parents agreed with your sister's sentiment, admitting they too suspected something and you gasped. “I told you they knew.”
“Well, we have a wedding to prepare for!” Your mother clapped and everyone cheered.
“My Qu–, Shuri, I do have one request before we begin our planning.”
Shuri straightened. “Anything.”
“You will sleep in the guest room for the duration of your stay. I cannot bear a repeat of last night, not while you are under this roof.”
Shuri flushed at your father's admonishment, feeling the same shame you had been bathing in since you opened your eyes, and you felt no desire to ease it.
“Of-Of course.”
The awkwardness shifted a tad, everyone wrapped up in wedding talk. Your brown eyes found Shuri’s amidst it all, tuning out all of the noise, it was only the two of you — existing only for each other.
#shuri x black!reader#lyricswriting#shuri fic#shuri x black!fem reader#myworks#shuri smut#shuri x fem!reader#shuri x reader#shuri udaku#shuri x f!reader#shuri x y/n#shuri fanfiction#letitia wright x black!reader#letitia wright fanfic#bottom!shuri#sub!shuri
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Attuma: I was not that drunk last night.
M’baku: You were flirting with Okoye.
Attuma: so? She’s my wife.
Shuri: You asked her if she was single.
Attuma:
Namor: And then you cried when she said she wasn’t.
#black panther#attuma x okoye#okoye x attuma#attoye#marvel#attuma#okoye#black panther wakanda forever#x black reader#black women#nashuri#namor#Shuri#namor the sub mariner#namor of talokan#otp#otp incorrect quotes#incorrect quotes
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Me trying to find a Namor x reader fic but they start off with you meeting him as a child
#black panther: wakanda forever#black panther#shuri black panther#shuri#namor the sub mariner#namor x reader#namor x shuri#namor#like it rubs me the wrong way#marvel#MCU
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Who’s Taking Care of You?
Warning: Angst, smut, Shuri being sad and not taking care of herself, Reader coming in to make her feel better.
PS: This is set after the Battle with Namor.
I walked into the lab and Griot notified Shuri who barely even glanced at me. I walked closer to her and saw that she was still working on an experiment. She frowned as she looked at it with her shoulders squared and brows pinched together.
“Queen Shuri,” I said
“I thought you left,” she said without even looking at me as I walked up in front of her looking down at what she was working on
“I thought you did too,” I said looking at it as well, “how have you been doing with it,”
“ I don’t know what wrong with the stubborn thing, the calculations are right, griot looked over them, I just don’t know what’s missing,” she mumbled and then went to pull up a hologram .
She stopped infront of me and I raised an eyebrow and she sighed .
“You’re in my way,” she said.
“How long have you been at this,”
She shrugged then moved the hologram facing to the side as she looked at it .
I sighed and looked around the lab. It used to hold a feeling of warmth and now it seemed as if everything was just here. No exchanges of laughter or bickering between the scientists, everyone seemed to be walking on eggshells, even with just the two of us here now the feeling was still distant.
“Shuri take a break,” I said putting it bluntly and she just focused in the hologram.
“I can’t,”
“Why not,”
“Because,”
“Because what,”
She took a deep breath and I knew she was irritated.
“Wakanda still needs protection and as the ruler I need to do that, the black panther protects Wakanda and that what I also intend to do,”
“The black panther rests too,”
She went to say something but I cut her off.
“ That brilliant mind if your also needs rest and you barely do that,”
She glanced at me and moved to the table and I sighed again seeing that it was getting no where .
“I’m sure you have other things to do than be in the lab right now right ,” she said voice stern and it left no room for me to disagree. Meaning the discussion was over.
I took that as my cue to leave .
I made my way to the door and thought about it,” you always talk about taking care of Wakanda , but who’s taking care of you?”
Shuri’s back tense even more .
“Goodnight Shuri,” I said and left.
“Good night Y/n” she whispered, rethinking her words over and over and that’s all she could think about as she looked down at the notes . She ran her hand down her face and sighed hating how right the girl was. She needed sleep, a meal, and Bast only knows what else.
Shuri told Griot to cut the lights off in the lab and she went to her room.
She hated the way the words were still ringing in her head and how relaxed her body became when she got in the bed. No energy to even get out of her clothes she fell into a deep sleep.
Shuri woke up around 3 pm which was a surprise to everyone but not y/n. She counted the times she saw Shuri in the lab after everyone had left and saw how she was still in the clothes from the day before as she worked in other experiments.
After that she would skip out on breakfast or dinner and change into her suit and take on the duty of the panther. The herb increased her senses and durability and she didn’t need sleep like she used to but that doesn’t mean the work and added stress didn’t take a toll on her.
She did however curse herself when she realized how late it had gotten , she took a shower and after that she opted to go back to bed. She had put on her clothes then groaned as she looked at the bed. Sleep was calling her and she hated it , again the words of y/n in her head. She didn’t take care of herself, always putting others first since the battle even before then, she resisted the urge to go back to sleep and moved to the lab.
Her limbs moved slower and the Dora was able to catch up with her for the first time . She made it to the lab and got to work. She didn’t get much done occasionally dissociating only for one of the scientists to bring her back to the conversation. She did make progress on the project. It didn't work like she wanted but the fact that she made progress was enough.
She was then knocked back to reality at the sound of y/n talking.
“I’m sorry what did you say,” she said and y/n looked over her state. She looked at the dark circles and droopy eyes, and the way she was hunched over .
“I said I have the equipment ready ,” she said as her eyes moved over Shuri again, and said girl barely paid attention to it .
She followed y/n to the other side of the lab and Shuri nodded as she looked at it.
“When did you finish it,” Shuri said moving her hand along the design of the suit.
“This morning,” she said and Shuri cleared her throat.
“Excellent work, I’ll have griot put it along the projector,” y/n nodded and smiled at the compliment, but she still didn’t like seeing Shuri in this state.
The day had ended fast and Shuri was determined to finish her project. Everyone had left and she didn’t miss the way y/n had looked before she headed out the door. She didn’t want the pity or the sympathy , she had a duty to fill and that’s what mattered.
She wasn’t sure how much time had passed but she soon felt her chest tighten. She rubbed it and continued to read , her head started to hurt and she closed her eyes feeling the spot where it had started. She heard Griot say something before she fell.
Y/n was in her house that was not far from the castle when her kimoyo beads went off.
“Griot what’s wrong,” she said noticing that it was Shuri’s contact but she didn’t hear her voice.
“You are needed in the lab, it's an emergency,” Griot said, voice rushed but far from panicked. She cursed under her breath and put her shoes on and grabbed a jacket. She got into her car and sped to the palace. Upon arriving at the lab she noticed the Dora were not at the door .
I opened the door to the lab and called for Shuri and I received no answer. As I made it fully into the lab I saw Shuri on the floor but she was getting help by one of the robots.
“Shuri ”I said in panic and I lifted her head up.
I took my beads off and placed them on her chest.
“Griot what happened,what is going on?”
I looked at the beads to see that her heart rate was slower than usual but she did have a pulse.
“Queen Shuri is suffering from dehydration, lack of sleep, and stress. Her body is weak and she will need assistance right away.”
“Where is the herb,” I said the panic causing my voice to rise. He told me where the herb was and I lifted her up as the robot went to get it.
I placed her on the table with the help of her bots and I grounded the herb. I opened her mouth and poured half of it in not wanting her to go into cardiac arrest.
“Cmon Shuri,” I said as I waited to see if she would wake up.
“Griot give me some water please ,” I said in disbelief when Shuri gasped. She started to panic and I told her to relax.
I grabbed the water and tried to give it to her but she moved it .
“Shuri you need to drink something ,” I said
“I just did,” she said, still out of it .
I scoffed at her.
“Griot what happened,” she said voice scratchy and I bet she wished she had gotten that drink. I watched her face turn up and she rubbed her throat looking at the water but she didn’t move to get it.
“You are dehydrated, “
“I asked Griot,”
“You are dehydrated and your body was not able to handle the stress and lack of sleep,”
I watched as she let out a shaky breath.
“What progress has the project made,” she said going to stand.
“Are You crazy,” I said putting my hands on my hip
“ you need to rest , you were two minutes away from-“
“I’m fine now, you may leave,” she said and I looked up at the ceiling feeling myself grow frustrated at how stubborn she was.
“Are you really this stupid Shuri,” I said shaking my head, ignoring the fact that I could be banned for the way I am talking to her.
“Excuse me,” she said in disbelief, her eyes narrowing onto mine
“You heard me, I get it ok you need to protect Wakanda you have to do your duty but what if this happens again and nobody is here to help you,”
“LEAVE NOW,” she shouted at me, “ You wouldn’t understand what it’s like, you wouldn’t get any of this, “ she said in a calm voice as she reached for the glass of water.
“ You know what the next time something like this happens don’t call me ok let someone else deal with this bullshit , I’m done,” I said and I felt my cheeks get wet with tears and I wanted to slap myself for even showing some emotion to the hell she had been putting me through.
I turned around and moved to walk out but She grabbed my hand. I refused to turn around and I felt her pull me close as she muttered apologies.
“Let me go Shuri,” she still held me and tried to get me to turn around.
“I wouldn’t understand this shit so let me go,” I said pushing her back from me.
“You don’t owe me an apology, you owe yourself one,” I said and she looked up at me with tired eyes. I turned around again and walked out the lab.
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A knock on the door cause Y/n to sigh. She contemplated getting up and she looked at the time to see that it was almost 6 in the morning. She heard another knock that was softer than the first one and she groaned as she got up. She opened the door to see Shuri look like a kicked puppy. Her eyes were downcast and shoulders stiff as she stood. I leaned against the door waiting and contemplating letting her in.
“You told me to leave ,” I said, “so why shouldn’t I tell you the same thing?”
She bit her lip, eyes still downcast.
I sighed,” Shuri what do you want,” I said tired of the back and forth and the distance and not knowing what’s going on in her head.
“ I’m sorry I -“ she cut herself off and I noticed her eyes were starting to water.
she fiddled with her hands.
“The other night you - you wanted to know who was taking care of me,” she said and she took a shaky breath.
“No one is ,” I finished and she looked back to the ground the tears falling and it broke me.
This was not the same Shuri who fought Namor or took over as queen and the panther. This was Shuri, the young scientist who used to scoff at tradition who used to laugh at the videos of her brother trying her experiments. This is the Shuri who watched her family leave her one by one with no one else to give her the family she needed. The love she needed.
“Shuri,” I said and she didn’t look up.
“Shuri,” I said with the same tone and I grabbed her jaw lifting her head and she leaned into it.
“Do you want me to take care of you,” I asked wiping the tears that were coming down.
She let out another shaky breath as she nodded.
“Please,”
She let out so weakly that I would have never heard it had I not stepped closer. I grabbed her hand and pulled her inside and closed the door behind me. Her head was down as she followed me.
I moved to my room and she looked around as if she had never been in here before.
I closed the door and walked up to her. She still had tears coming down and I rubbed her cheek. She leaned into it and sighed.
I moved my hand and moved to kneel, ignoring her curious gaze on me. I took her shoes off one by one.
I placed them along the wall and then I stood up and undid her pants .
She looked at me with wide eyes glistening from the light that shined through the curtains .
Her mouth was parted and my eyes remained on hers. I pulled them down and moved her legs so she could step out of them. I touched the shirt she was wearing .
“It’s fine,” she whispered voice slightly raspy.
I pulled it over her head and placed her clothes on the dresser. I felt her eyes track my every move and I turned and looked at her when I was done, taking in her presence. I let my eyes roam from head to toe and I noticed how muscular she had gotten and the tattoos that she added. She turned her head looking away from me and I came closer to her.
” Don’t do that,” I said turning her to face me
“Sorry,”
“You have nothing to be sorry about,”
She nodded and I grabbed her hand and moved my covers back and I sat in the bed and scooted over making room for her. She hesitated for a moment rubbing her hands nervously by her side.
“It’s ok,” I said and offered her my hand and she moved into the bed. I turned on my back and pulled her towards me. She widened her eyes and I smiled at her.
“Move down a bit,” I said and she did.
I pulled her down to lay on my chest and she froze for a moment . She layed between my legs and I wrapped my arms around her and she relaxed finally letting her shoulders fall.
After a moment of silence I felt my shirt get wet and I looked down to see her crying silently as her shoulders shook. I rubbed her hair and hugged her tighter and she squeezed me as well. I rubbed her shoulders slightly and she cried harder.
Her body shook as she started to sob into my shirt . She started to become incoherent as she did, I pulled her to me wanting to be closer if it was even possible.
“It’s ok let it out baby ,” I whispered to her, I moved my hand from her hair to wipe her tears and she whimpered .
“It’s ok,” I said rubbing her hair again not wanting to upset her anymore .
She sobbed for a long time before she moved up from my shirt and into the crook of my neck.
I rubbed from her hair to her nape and she let out a shaky breath. Soon we both fell asleep and I noticed that the light shined through indicating the new day.
I woke up and looked down to see Shuri still asleep,her lips were poked out and I smiled at her. I moved to get up without waking her but she gripped my body tighter so I opted to just stay still. She mumbled something and snuggled closer.
“Couldn’t hear you,” I said
“I don’t want to get up,” she said voice raspy and full of sleep.
“Too bad you need to eat something,” I said moving to sit up and she groaned pushing me back down with her body. I huffed and let out a laugh,” Shuri get off me.”
I said but my laughing didn’t help. She only shook her head and closed her eyes.
I huffed,” fine you win,” I said and wrapped my arms around her, she let out a yay and snuggled closer again.
When I woke up again we were still in the same position and I moved again this time without her pulling me in. I moved slowly not wanting to wake her and I looked at the time to see that we had slept the whole day away. I rolled my neck and made my way to my bathroom . I brushed my teeth and washed my face and I stretched feeling my body pop.
I made my way back to see Shuri moving closer to my side of the bed and I smiled at this seeing how relaxed she looked. I moved downstairs to cook dinner, seeing that breakfast was off the table. I frowned to myself wondering if Shuri had ever actually sat down to eat a full meal. I continued to cook and I saw a shadow out my peripheral and I looked up to see Shuri hesitate to step in the kitchen.
“Hi,” I said and she said it back with a shy smile on her face looking at the food on the table.
“It smells good in her,” she said and I said Thankyou.
She stood there for a moment,” well aren’t you gonna sit down,” I asked and she perked up as if she didn’t expect me to ask.
“Oh right of course yea,” i smiled at her hoping to break through whatever uncomfortable feeling she had. She sat across from me and prayed over her food as I did aswell.
“I didn’t realize I had slept so long,” she said as she had looked outside at the patio.
“It was well needed,you look a lot better,” I said and emphasized the word a lot and she smacked her lips at me .
“ But on a serious note,” I said and she looked over at me,” how do you feel?,”
She swallowed her food and looked at her plate and thought about it.
“ I feel better and I feel horrible for how I talked to you,” she then looked up at me.
“I had no right to talk to you like that ,” I went to say something only for her to stop me.
“No matter how I felt it was still wrong to take it out on you…y/n I’m sorry,” She said and I saw that she looked as if she was about to cry . I smiled at her and grabbed her hand,” it’s ok Shuri, I know we haven’t recovered from the battle and it’s going to take time, none of us have healed,” she nodded and I saw a tear roll down and she turned her face to wipe it.
“Hey,” I said and turned her towards me and her eyes were downcast .
“We’re going to get through this, I promise,” she let out a breath and nodded
“Say it,” she hesitated to look at me .
“We’re going to get through this,” she said looking at me and I smiled .
I stood up and kissed her forehead and when I pulled away she smiled as she opened her eyes.
“You know I can tell your itching to go to the lab,” I said and held my laughter in when her eyes went wide .
“I can go,”
“You don’t need my permission,” she stood up excited and I grabbed her hand.
“Don’t overwork yourself like last night,” she nodded and said she won’t .
I watched her go upstairs and I shook my head and grabbed our plates and proceeded to wash the dishes.
After I moment I felt arms wrap around my waist , I smiled when Shuri pulled me against her. She rested her head in the crook of my neck . She placed a soft kiss there then moved into my cheek.
“Thankyou,” she said swaying me slightly. I looked at the plates and smiled feeling shy.
“No need to thank me,”
“Nah I really do Thankyou,” she said trailing off into a whisper.
She turned my head to face her and she kissed me on my lips softly. I found myself leaning into her wanting to deepen the kiss that already had me weak, but she pulled away and smiled down at me.
She squeezed me one last time and I watched as she walked out of the door. Once the door closed I did a lil dance feeling all giddy .
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I was in the middle of reading my book outside on the patio enjoying how fresh everything looked in my garden before my kimoyo beads buzzed.
I furrowed my eyebrows then opened it to see Ayo who looked a bit distracted as her eyes looked everywhere but the screen
“Ayo is everything ok,” I asked, putting my book down and heading back inside.
“Sorry to bother you y/n , but Shuri seems a bit off today,”
“It’s no bother Ayo, but what do you mean,”
She sighed and moved away from wherever she was and I recognized that she was now in the halls of the palace.
“I think it’s better if you just come and see, “ with that she hung up and I sighed, rubbing my head.
I put on some more presentable clothes opting for my work shirt with regular jeans and I grabbed my keys before heading out the door.
The palace drive wasn’t far and since there was hardly anyone on the road it allowed me to be there quicker. I greeted the guards who were at the door and I quickly made my way to the lab already knowing she would be there.
It looked like everyone had rushed to leave, leaving the projectors on and devices on the station table .
I walked in some more and saw Ayo and I greeted her. She looked at me and it looked like she sighed in relief,” is everything alright,” I asked
and she shook her head.
“There was a meeting with the elders and Bast they didn’t hold back,”
She went to say more but I stopped her knowing I was to not be given information about the conference.
“Oh please y/n you need to know this,” she spoke up again, but was silenced by Shuri who came out of nowhere .
“She’s right she is to not be given any information, you know this Ayo,” her voice was hostile and I raised my eyebrows at her then glanced at Ayo who let out a breath.
“Yes panther I understand,” she said, voice tight and I could tell she had to deal with this since the meeting.
Shuri looked at me before she turned her back to us and went into her office.
“Uht uht,” I said, going to walk away but Ayo stopped me grabbing my hand.
“Listen we all know Wakanda hasn’t been the same since Namor , but she is more stubborn than ever and it’s obvious that the both of you have an understanding of each other and that she’ll listen to you before she listens to anyone else,” Ayo said looking me in the eyes and she kept her voice leveled.
I shook my head feeling like the scenario was repeating again and I was not her for the games.
“Y/n we both know it’s true,” she said, giving me a look and I wanted to laugh but I did not and only agreed with her.
“I will be with Aneka for border patrol but if you need anything please let us know,” she said and I nodded, smiling at her .
“I got it you all be careful on the patrol please,” I said and she gave my hands a squeeze before going outside the lab.
I turned my head to the office Shuri had been in and I had a feeling she had listened to the conversation. I made my way up the stairs and knocked on the door and I felt foolish knowing I wasn’t going to be given an answer.
I opened the door to see Shuri sitting at her desk looking down at a device as she looked through the projector.
“I didn’t tell you to come in,” she said with the same cold tone .
I rolled my eyes and moved to sit down and her eyes glanced at me for a second before going back to the projector.
“I didn’t tell you to sit either,”
“But I did anyway ,get over it,” I said and she let out a huff, rolling her eyes.
“You know Ayo was only trying to help, you didn’t have to-“
“Why are you here, “
I furrowed my brows at the tone again , she hadn’t talked to me like that before and it won’t be today.
“Watch your tone, you talk like that to them not me,” I said, holding her gaze and she gulped before looking back down at the projector .
“Who are you to talk to me like this,”
“Oh now you're offended,” I said crossing my arms
“You need to stop acting like a brat and listen when people are trying to help you?,”
She sat up and went to say something,” there you go trying to cut me off again. Shuri just shut the fuck up and listen, you can do that can’t you?” I asked and she deflated, eyes going wide and she looked away from me as she nodded.
“The elders still see you as a child even after you went through so much to become their protector so throwing temper tantrums everytime they say something won’t help your case”
“I'm not throwing a tantrum they just don’t understand and M’baku just,” she looked up at the ceiling and let out a breath .
“ What are you gonna do about it then,” I said and eyed the way her jaw clenched.
“Shuri,” I said keeping my voice leveled and I noticed her hand shake and she put down the device gripping them.
I reached for them and she moved back as if I was going to burn her.
She got up ,” why are you here,”
I rubbed my head seeing that we were back to square one.
“Shuri just listen,”
“No, that's all I’ve been doing ,” she said, getting in my face as she raised her voice.
I put my hand up to push her slightly back.
“How many times do I have to tell you to watch your tone with me,” I said and scoffed at her, moving around to go to the door.
“Where are you going,” she said in a rushed voice and I raised my brow at the way she said it.
“Thought you wanted me to leave,” I said and she lowered her gaze and her stance faltered slightly.
“You said you’ve been listening all day and yet you still don’t seem to understand,” I said tilting my head taking in her appearance. She was slick as ever.
“Shuri, I'm not in the mood for your games today, “ I stepped closer to her and her gaze lifted and she held mischief in her eyes.
And there it is.
“You will apologize to the workers and to Ayo for the way you’ve acted, do you understand,” and she looked at me as if I had the nerve.
“Let me finish,” I said, seeing her ready to talk.
I reached my hand up to the side of her neck and brought her closer to me, her head had to lean down slightly to match mine. I refrained from smiling when her gaze dropped down to my lips .
“All you wanted was some attention,” I said, humming and her eyes went back to mine a bit wide and she gulped again before breaking eye contact.
“You throw another tantrum like this again and you won’t need to deal with the elders again, “ I tightened my grip on her neck only slightly and she straightened up.
“Understood,” I said and she nodded and I gripped tighter this time and she let out a weak understood.
“Good,” I said smiling at her and stepped closer this time rubbing the back of her neck. The heat she radiated was the equivalent of how I felt just by standing this close to her. .
“Now go apologize and act right,” I said and kissed her cheek and she leaned in again her hands going to wrap around my waist but I pulled back and walked out of the office .
I went back to my car and drove back home feeling my heart beat as excitement coursed through me.
That was fun but it made me think a little deeper into what Shuri was doing. I understand being the panther and dealing with the elders are hell even if she saved Wakanda . I made it to my house and got in the shower with the way she acted still in my mind. Then it clicked .
“Ayo could you send me the footage of Shuri after the meeting,” I said to her after getting my kimoyo beads and she instantly sent them.
“Miss y/n” I looked up to my projector to see Ayo send me a look and she seemed like she was fighting a smirk.
“I do hope Shuri took the advice you gave her, “ I nodded at her and heard a small laugh in the background which could only be Aneka.
I watched the video and the whole time she seemed restless , giving orders and complaining. Her face was frustrated but her eyes were wild. I fast forward some and saw her fiddling with her beads before making a frustrated sound and putting them on the table while walking up to her office.
That answered my question and I hate that I didn't see it before . The way she waited to get a reaction or did something after everyone told her not to, it was so clear. I prepared dinner and I knew I didn’t have to ask Shuri since she would come anyway. After I fixed everything I placed the food upstairs and scrolled through the channels trying to find something to watch.
There was a soft knock at the door and I got up and went downstairs and opened it to be greeted by Shuri. I gave her a soft smile and moved to the side.
She hesitated to come in and when she did she stood there waiting for me.
“The food will be upstairs but get cleaned up before you eat” I said and took the jacket she had on and she nodded before going upstairs. I sighed, feeling nervous I had never really been in this type of situation before, let alone with a Queen.
I flipped through more channels as time passed and ate a little bit still not sure what to put on. I looked to the side to see her come out with a black muscle shirt and joggers and her hair was slightly wet .
I admired the tattoos that I could see and I turned back to the TV as she walked closer and sat down. I side eyed the amount of distance she put between us, but said nothing. I pulled my legs up and kept scrolling then I gave up,
“ What do you want to watch,” I asked and she pulled her head towards me and shrugged her shoulders looking timid.
“ It doesn’t matter to me,”
“ Well I can't find anything that interests me sooo,” I dragged out and looked at her again.
She put her fork down and cleared her throat,” Is The Woman King okay?”
I furrowed my eyebrows at how she asked and made a note of it,” of course,”.
I played the movie and settled in the warmth of my blanket and I looked at Shuri who still sat straight up eyeing the screen.
I sighed, “ Shuri, what's wrong?”
She glanced my way and said,”nothing.”
A bit too fast.
“Don't seem like nothing,” I mumbled.
“Well it is,” she said, her attention on me and I raised my brow at the change in attitude.
“Just asked a question,” I said , putting my hands up and she let out a breath before going to pick up our dishes and she put them in the sink. I looked at the way her muscles flexed and had to look away before she came back.
Finally she sat down this time a bit closer to me and she looked my way before going back to the screen.
“Are you mad at me,” she asked
“What,” I asked even though I heard and she sighed, finally looking at me.
“Are you mad at me because of earlier,” I smiled at what she said knowing it was something that had her so awkward.
“ No I'm not mad, why would I be?,” i asked turning fully toward her and she played with the blanket.
“I just-it's just that you seemed disappointed and then everyone else got caught up in my outburst too,” she said her gaze wavering
“I'm not disappointed in you and like i said it's a process, and you taking it out in others is something that needs to be worked on,”
She relaxed back against the couch.
“ I think I was able to get a better understanding of you,” I said and giggled at her face.
“What understanding,” she asked curiously
I shrugged,” You’ll found out soon,” i said
“Now that we’ve established that I'm not upset with you, can you relax, you look like you about to shit bricks,” she laughed at me then nodded and laid on top of me facing the movie.
I barely remember everyone's names but Izogie was in my memory. It was hard not to say anything when they showed up on screen, I heard Shuri huff after I made another remark.
“Y/n” she said rubbing my hand and I hummed my eyes not leaving the screen as I watched Izogie talk to the new warrior.
“Always obey Izogie,'' I repeated after her and squealed when she leaned down.
“Y/n i asked a question,” Shuri huffed out her hands no longer rubbing mine.
“Sorry can you repeat it,” i asked and she smacked her lips
“You could've heard it if you weren't too busy paying attention to izogie,” her voice hostile and i refrained from laughing
“Im sorry ok can you please repeat it,” i said
“Ok , i asked why do you like more Izogie or Nawi,”
“Both of them are fine as hell and I like the way izogie takes control,” I said and Shuri hummed as she furrowed her eyebrows at me.
“ What,” i asked turning my face up at the way she looked at me
“ Nothing,” she said going to lay back down
“ uht uht why you look at me like that,” i said and she shrugged.
“ Do you have a particular type,” she asked eyes on the screen looking at izogie
I looked at the screen also,” Izogie’s my type”
This time I laughed at the face she made.
“ Im serious,” she said looking a bit irritated
“ Ok ok, i don't really have a type, i like what I like,”
She furrowed her eyebrows,” What do you mean,”
“I don't really place a label on myself, I’m attracted to certain qualities that someone brings to me and whether it be a male or female, i like them,”.
She nodded at me then bit her lip looking back at the screen, “ if someone like Izogie came along with the qualities you like ,” she trailed off
“I would like them too,”
“I understand,” she said, then looking back at me her gaze was too hard to comprehend.
“ So before you came to Wakanda, there were other people,”
“ I wouldn’t say that, i had only one person who I didn't really find myself attracted to and before anything got to serious I cut them off,” i shrugged
“ And then you came to Wakanda,”
I sighed dreamily,” the people are very beautiful here Shuri,”
“What are you saying,” she said her accent coming through hysterically
“ Too many to choose from,” i said then laughed at her as she grew serious again
“Im kidding im kidding ok,” i said laying her back down.
“ The people are very beautiful and I was intimidated so I rarely asked anyone out, I felt like a kid again ,” i said , rubbing my cheek.
“ There was one man, he was from the jabari tribe and he was very handsome,”
“But,” she said with furrowed eyebrows.
“He became to arrogant and he was a playboy, he was not appealing to me anymore,” i said
“Good,” Shuri said and I laughed at her
“But Izogie seems arrogant,” she said again glancing at the screen
I shook my head, “not arrogance, confidence,” i said sighing out and shuri pushed me back gently
“ I have one more question,”
“Shoot,” i said nodding at her
“When you said you got a better understanding, what did you mean?”
I glanced at the screen then back at Shuri who kept her gaze on me.
“ You don't usually throw tantrums like you did today after a meeting,” i said and she looked away
“ You were excited not angry,” she turned to me with furrowed eyebrows, but she didn't move to speak
“ I saw it in your eyes and the way you talked to me, the way you talked to Ayo,” I rubbed her arm and smiled feeling it flex
“ I wasn't excited, the elders talked down on me and it pissed me off,” She said shaking her head and looking away again
“ You wanted a reaction so bad when you saw me, you held a glint and you did everything to get a rise out of me, even using your authority over me,” i said and she let out a breath as i rubbed my hand up her arm as the other moved to her chest, her heartbeat was rapid
“ Baby it's ok to admit that, I won't be angry if you do,” she glanced at me and turned to look at the screen
“ Now you want to watch the movie,” i said shaking my head at her
“ Shuri,” i said and her head twitched
“Look at me,” I said , moving her face toward me and her eyes were slightly glazed. Another note to take.
“ Can you tell me why you did what you did today,” I asked, keeping my voice calm and I sighed when she didnt give an answer.
“You doing what you did today will not make me upset, but not answering me will,” I said , my hand squeezing her neck again and she parted her lips.
“I just wanted to see you,” she said and I smiled at her.
” I didn't want to bother you and I thought you would be busy,” she said the last part quickly.
“I'm never too busy for you Shuri,” she huffed at me and looked away.
“You say that but then you’re off to America with Riri and Michelle,” and I raised my eyebrows.
“I have to work just like you Shuri and i always try to make time for you and Ri and MJ have nothing to do with the reason for my leaves,” I said and she tried to sit up but i moved and pushed her back down.
“Get off me,” she said pushing at me
“We both know you could throw me off you if you really wanted to,” I said moving closer to her.
“Don't be like that, we were just doing good,” I said to her and she gulped at me and I kissed her cheek.
“Did you apologize like I told you,” I said and she nodded before giving me a verbal answer.
I kissed her cheek again and I went lower to her neck smelling the vanilla body wash I had been using since i got here.
“ All you had to do was call me, why didn't you,” i said and I felt her push her hips up
“Don't give me that too busy excuse either, I want the real truth,”
“ I didn't want to seem weak,” she said huffing as her head laid against the pillow.
“ The elders thought I was slacking with my experiments and I didnt want anyone to see me slip up,”
“Oh Shuri, you’re not weak, far from it,'' I said looking at her, seeing that she was holding back tears.
“But it's true,” she went on to say more until I stopped her.
“Don't let me hear you say that again, do you understand,” she nodded at me and said she understood.
“ Who cares if you slip up, you are supposed to be vulnerable, the elders dont do shit but hide behind their titles and borders, but you deserve to show emotion for all the shit you’ve been through,” i said and she let out a breathe and I was happy that she didn't let a tear fall seeing that she had cried all night before. I wanted her to let it out but if she didnt I wasn't going to stop her.
I sighed, putting my head in the crook of her neck hating the way she felt about herself. I pulled her to me and ran my hands down her arm and she sighed.
“ My baby just can't get a break,” I said, kissing her neck and tilting it more.
“ Even after all you do for Wakanda, for your people,” I said , kissing her chest and she sighed pushing her head back against the pillow further .
“You deserve so much more, so much love and care,” I said cupping her cheek as she let out another breath.
“Can I give you that, will you let me Shuri?”
“ Please,” she whimpered out and I smiled at the sound.
“I want you to say red if you want me to stop ok,” I said, making sure her eyes were on me and that she was listening .
“Red if I want you to stop,” she said her hands gripping mine and I smiled at her nodding.
“ Are you going to be good for me,” I asked and looked up at her to see her nod her head, eyes still closed.
“ Yes I will, I promise just please make it better y/n,” she said and I kissed her and she kissed me back with so much fever I had to guide her.
I wanted this to be slow, not something quick. She soon contained herself and relaxed as we kissed. I heard her let out a moan as we both explored each other's mouth. I pulled her sweatpants down and she helped me take them off without breaking the kiss even when I sat up she chased me. “Relax baby I got you,” I said to her moving her to lay back down and she sighed as her eyes fell closed again. I barely started and her legs were shaking, I was not sure from nerves or from what I was doing but I rubbed my hands over her hoping to calm her down.
“ Y/n please I need it,” she said, gripping the blanket as she thrusted up to me and I was surprised she didn't rip the blanket.
“You said you would be good for me, remember,just be patient baby,” I said, kissing her chest again, I signaled for her shirt not knowing if she wanted it on or off and she grabbed it pulling it over her head. She was breathing heavily and I looked over her skin seeing how she had old bruises and scars littered on her brown skin. She moved to cover her body as she turned to the tv again. I grabbed her hand and embraced them in mine. I kissed her cheek and she turned to look back at me with wide eyes and parted lips, I kissed her and she returned it this time slowly and her hands gripped mine, I kissed down her neck and chest then moved to kiss her breast to which she gasped too. Her hand was tightening and she opened her legs wider as I continued to move my tongue against her bud. I moved to the other one and she moaned loudly , her head thrown back. I hummed and kissed down to her stomach, telling her how beautiful she was and she keened at the words, her hand went to my head rubbing through my hair gently but I could tell she was growing impatient.
I made it to her womanhood and I took notice of how wet she was, “ I haven't even started yet and you're soaked,” I said and she whined, not even able to look at me.
I used my fingers to spread her open and I immediately licked up to her clit. She moaned loudly as her legs shook and it made me wonder if I was good at what I'm doing or was she just horny.
I pushed my tongue against her not touching the clit anymore wanting to make her last. I did put pressure on it occasionally and she thrusted up everytime and I let her use my face . Soon I pushed her hips down wanting to do all the work even if she wasn't having it. I couldn't help but smile at how she refrained from doing the opposite of what I said.
I made it back to her clit sucking on it and she tried pulling herself away and I held her in place, surprised that I was able to do so.
I continued sucking and licking at her trying to ignore the heat building up between my legs. I pulled her towards me some more wanting to keep her there. Her legs tried to close so i held them open once more as she wailed and pleaded.
“ Y/n its-,” she cut herself off going into a moaning fit and I grazed her clit with my teeth and she came into my mouth. Her body shook as I continued to take every drop in and I watched her as I sucked on her clit again and I saw that she screwed her face up as her back arched. It was a beautiful sight to see, she looked so soft as she took in slow breaths, her eyes lowered and expression blissed out. I wanted to see so much more, I wanted to see that expression again. I crawled up to her and rubbed through her hair as I kissed her. She moaned lifting her head up to weakly lick into my mouth, it was so slow and sensual I wanted to stay like this.
“My Shuri,” I said into her mouth and she wrapped her arms around me pulling me close.
“Yours,” she said quietly, her eyes still blissed out.
I nodded, “ all mine nobody else's right,”
She nodded at me and kissed me, “ nobody else's,’ I smiled at this, as she sounded so sure of herself,
I was far from done with her.
I moved one of my legs over her and her breath hitched against me.
“Y/n” she stuttered out, closing her eyes .
“Yes baby,” I said feeling breathless as I moved slowly against her enjoying how her back arched up .
“I can’t,” she said breathing harder
“I know you can baby it’s ok you can give me one more,” I said, grinding against her with a little more force and she gasped as she moved her hands back into the pillow
“But -,” I shook my head tutting at her
“You said you would be good now I want you to give me one more baby. I know you can do that for me can’t you,” I questioned and she opened her eyes as tears came down her face to which I wiped .
“You can be good for me can't you ,” I repeated and she nodded instantly
“I can. I can be good for you ,” she said eyes big as she looked at me and I smiled at her . I kissed as I sped up , the sounds encouraging me even further
She was so soft and wet I was almost tempted but I held back not wanting this to end so soon. She cried as she threw her head back and it gave me the opportunity to kiss her neck and mark her. She gasped when I sucked a bruise in one particular spot and she shook as she was almost to her orgasm .
“Can I come please,” she asked, her voice small and desperate. I felt bad but I wanted her to feel everything before she could let go.
“Not yet baby ,” I said, kissing her chest again and she arched her back letting out a silent moan .
“ Fuck, you wanted me to take care of you right? I’m the only one who gets to do this to you, who gets to see you like this.” I said moving toward her ear where I bit her lobe.
“ I want you to make a mess for me pretty, I want to feel it”
She pulled at my hair and tried to move away from me. I grabbed her arms and pinned them beside her head as I continued to thrust and kiss her.
“Please I can’t ,” she said crying and oh how beautiful she sounded , I never thought anyone could sound or look so pretty when they cry.
“You can let go now baby,” I said and she threw her head back letting out a string of broken moans. I continued to grind against her as I watched pleasure consume her .
“That’s it, just like that,” i couldn’t help the way my hips moved against hers wanting to watch her face twist as she could only lay there and give me everything.
“So good for me,” I said to her as I watched her cum again. Her body was shaking and I came soon after just from seeing her in pleasure, knowing I was the one to give it to her. She turned her head to the side and rubbed her face against my arm and I let go of her wrists. I grabbed the blanket and threw it over us. She made no movement as I did and she moaned softly when I lifted off of her. I kissed her forehead then lips telling her how good she was. She pushed her head into the crook of my neck mumbling thankyou.
I rubbed my hand through her hair and smiled when her breathing became slow.
“Baby,” I said, moving her to where she was looking at me.
Her eyes held tears which I had begun to wipe again.
“I meant what I said,”
“You do” she asked shyly
“I want to give you everything and so much more if you let me,” I said and she smiled at me with so much admiration it made my heart race.
“ I love you Y/n” she said in all seriousness causing me to freeze not expecting those words to come out her mouth.
“I love you too Shuri” I said smiling at her and I felt her reach up and wipe my eyes and I blinked not even feeling myself cry.
“Thankyou,” she said and pulled me close as she kissed me with passion and I layed back as she moved to lay on top of me, never breaking the kiss.
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i was listening to what he’s saying then immediately i lost focus when he made eye contact with the camera
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is your shuriri story almost done?
yes actually! i’m almost at 2k words, this week has been a lot 😭 it’s also been giving me trouble bc i’m not used to writing dom reader/sub shuri. so when it is finished NOT TOO MUCH on me please. sub shuri is hard and making her a brat is even more difficult 😭 i got y’all tho 🫡 if it’s not published by tmrw then i’ll probably post another snippet of it bc i feel bad ☹️
love u guys :3
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where all the sub!shuri fics at
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During the Covid-19 pandemic, a Mexican actor secretly signed with Marvel Studios to play the role of Namor the Sub-Mariner. In Marvel’s comic book universe, Namor is the arrogant, ferocious ruler of the underwater kingdom Atlantis. He rises to the surface in Black Panther: Wakanda Forever.
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Bittersweet
One shot: ShurixBlack!fem!reader
Summary: Honestly just the reader and Shuri being sickeningly sweet.
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“Shuri! What are you doing up there! Come down this instant.” You call from the mine entrance, glaring up at your lover who was straddling the muzzle of the panther carved into the mountain. With grace and ease she slides down the front of the carvings face and lands on her feet, directly in front of you.
“I was fine, you’ll give yourself a headache worrying about me so much.” She says, brushing past you. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your features as you watched her walk back into her lab. “It’s my job to protect you, don’t you remember?” You reply, picking up your pace to catch up with her. Shuri walks over to her lab station and flops down into her chair “How could I forget, I wake up to you fussing and at this point I can’t sleep if you don’t fuss at me.” She scoffs spinning around in her seat, her head thrown back as she watches the room spin. “In other words, you love it when I fuss.” You say standing in front of her chair and grabbing her knees bringing both of them to a halt.
Shuri smiles at you mischievously and lifts her legs to wrap around your waist, tugging you closer. “It's adorable. But I can't lie; seeing you angry is much hotter,” she teases, putting her arms around your neck. You roll your eyes before sliding your hands underneath her thighs and lifting her from the chair; your fingers clasped securely underneath her butt. She melts instantly in your arms, her face cradled in your neck, as her body goes virtually limp against you.
“Are you sure you're 25?” you joke lightly, tightening your hold on her lithe frame. “You make me feel young and safe. “ she speaks softly against your neck before pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder. “I guess I'm doing something right then”.
There's a blissful moment of silence between the two of you. The warm weight of her in your arms soothes you. A constant reminder that she's real and alive. All these sweet thoughts run through your mind like a river threatening to spill from your lips, that is, until you're interrupted by a snore. A snore you'd undoubtedly recognize as Shuri’s.
“Spoiled,” you mumble under your breath before gathering a few of Shuri’s personal belongings from the lab and making her way to her bedroom. Of course, you can't enter the room without earning strange looks from guards outside her quarters. You smile awkwardly and nod your head to let them know that their queen is safe and sound... Sound asleep that is.
You carefully push open the doors and walk over to her bed. After checking her room, a habit of yours since the fight with Namor. You carefully place the woman in the bed. Almost instantly she whines and begins feeling around in the cold sheets for you. “Sleep with me” she mumbles, turning her body in your direction. Her eyes were hardly able to stay open and judging by the saliva on the corners of her mouth, there was likely a large wet spot on your uniform.
“No, my love. I have obligations.” You reason with her, pulling the blankets over her body. “Yes. Me. I am your obligation.” she says with a pout, crossing her arms and kicking off the blankets. The room was dark but the stern look on your face was clear enough to put an end to her little tantrum. Shuri sighs defeated and turns over on her side “Go and work then since it's of such great importance.” she says with a dismissive wave. The disappointment in her voice fills your heart with guilt.
You cave and kick off your shoes, climbing into the bed behind her, still allowing her space to come to you if she so chooses to. Not even a second later, Shuri is pressing herself against your side like a needy house cat. “My princess,” you whisper, playing with the soft curls atop her head. “I don't mean to be a brat. I just...I miss you.” her words are barely audible, but each one is like a dagger to the heart. You don't reply with words. Instead, you tilt her chin up and press the softest kiss to her lips.
You had Shuri had your unique language. You understand each other on a deeper level. It was almost eerie how well you understood each other. Shuri wouldn't have to say a word, but you always knew when she was tired or hungry, when she was sick or angry, when she was unhappy, or if she had a painful memory. Even when apart the two of you naturally gravitated to one another for comfort.
“Tomorrow. I'm taking off for the week. We can spend it doing whatever we want.” you state with a smile. Shuri’s face lights up like a star and she pulls you into what could've easily been the strongest and tightest hug you've ever received. After what feels like ages she releases you and rolls over on top of you. “Let's start early,” she says with a smirk. You know that face, and nothing good ever comes of it.
“Shuri no. I still have to work tonight” you say holding her arms against her chest which proved to be futile, you're no match for the Black Panther. She twists her arms from your grasp and tosses off her shirt before reaching out to unzip your suit. “Shuri!” you call out, unable to suppress the laughter bubbling up in your chest. “What? I promise it'll be fast and I won't leave marks” she says pulling your suit down your shoulders. “You always say that and I come out looking like I've been in a bar fight with a cat.” you groan in defeat and allow Shuri to undress you. Shuri makes a quiet cry of victory and leans down to kiss the side of your neck sinking her teeth into your shoulder just enough to bruise. You sigh and tilt your head back giving her space, your fingers sinking into her lips, undoubtedly leaving marks of your own.
She whimpers and looks down at you, her bottom lip jutted out in a pout. “Don't grab me so tight, you'll leave bruises” she complains half-heartedly. “Oh shut up, you love them,” you say, pressing down into one finger-shaped bruise on her thigh. She hisses in both pain and pleasure then grinds her hips against your stomach. “I guess you're right. It's been a while since I've gotten new ones though. Make me your Canvas.” she says pulling her bra over her head and dropping it off the side of the bed. Your eyes darkened dangerously before you flipped Shuri onto her back, leaving her completely at your mercy beneath you. You took the opportunity to completely rid yourself of your uniform.
The country's mightiest warrior, pinned underneath you like a prey animal begging to be devoured. Your necklace hangs tantalizingly between your breasts as you hover over her. Shuri lifts her head just enough to take your necklace between her teeth, her eyes dark with lust. “Eat me” she commands, dropping the jewelry from between her lips in favor of running her tongue up your neck.
Who were you to disobey your Queen?
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Note: Imma be foreal, I opened my brain and this fell out. I ain’t mad at it tho. I’ve got some school projects to finish but I’ll try to update Growing to love as soon as I can.
Mwah 💙✨
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❁ཻུ۪۪♡ wouldn’t change a thing
Pairing - sub!shuri x dom black fem!reader
Word Count - 6.8k
Contains - smut (18+), sub!shuri, dom!reader, fingering, masturbation, voyeurism, overstimulation, edging, strap-on, choking/breathplay, brat!shuri, jealous!shuri, kinda possessive!shuri, brat tamer!reader, shuri rolls tf outta her eyes in this one cuz she got a little attitude
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Sneak Peak - “Do me a favor and go sit on the edge of the desk for me, yeah?” And she complied, for it was in instances like these that her royal title, her professional achievements, and her intellectual brains held no significance. In these moments, it didn’t matter who she was to the country of Wakanda, that they looked up to her, relied on her, and even bowed to her, it all faded away; she consistently yielded to your dominance.
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Writers Note: Special shoutout to @inmyheadimobsessed and thank you for being real patient, I know you wanted this bad! I really enjoyed writing this one, it’s just pure smut for all you filthy people (just like me!), but anyways, hope you all enjoy this read!
❁ཻུ۪۪♡ Another day unfolded at the lab; another day filled with complex equations that your mind effortlessly processed. It was a typical lab scene in Wakanda, where the brightest minds convened to work on various projects. Amidst the hectic environment, your girlfriend, who happened to be the most brilliant of them all, shot disapproving looks at you from across the lab. You were busy assisting someone else, another girl, helping her with difficult equations only you and Shuri had the brains to solve in a minimal amount of time. Despite the girl's subtle attempts at flirting, you provided her with the help she needed, choosing to overlook her flirtatious mannerisms. But Shuri, she was angry; seething in jealousy as she watched the way you fessed up to the needy girl beside you.
For another fleeting moment, your eyes met Shuri's, but she averted her gaze quickly, causing your stomach to churn with unease. You were well aware that as soon as the door to your bedroom closed, you'd have to brace yourself for her inevitable whines and complaints that would leave her lips and slip through her body language.
As the sun began to set and the lab gradually emptied, you made your way back to your room. Finding your bedroom unoccupied wasn't surprising, given that Shuri typically lingered in the lab until late hours. And so you proceeded with your night, changing into a more relaxed attire and prepared a snack while anticipating Shuri's eventual exit from the lab to join you, readying yourself for her likely complaints. The minutes ticked by, until finally, your girlfriend entered through the doorway.
“Hey,” you muttered, but she completely ignored you, making her way to the bathroom for her daily shower. You were utterly astonished, taken aback by the extent to which she was willing to make her point and you were growing frustrated and impatient.
After what felt like an eternity, Shuri eventually came out. Her curls retained its dampness from her shower, and your gaze traced the tattoo situated behind her left ear, which extended down to her hand. The sight of your girlfriend made your stomach flutter. She was always ridiculously sexy and the thought of having your way with her at this very moment was enticing, yet Shuri had alternative plans. She takes her place beside you on the bed, continuing her performance of silence as she proceeds to ignore you and your most obvious frustrated presence.
“You gonna tell me what’s going on with the attitude?,” you spat with a harsh tone, breaking the silence that hovered between you two.
“What attitude?,” Shuri replies, eyes still nowhere on yours. You let out a hefty sigh, one that was accompanied by an aggressive eye roll.
“You know, you’re really starting to piss me off,” you mention.
“Ditto.”
By this point, your patience with her and her demeanor had worn thin. You seize her jaw, possibly with an aggression that you hadn’t initially intended, forcing her gaze to meet yours as you were teetering on the edge of reaching a breaking point.
It’s not that you weren’t aware of why she was upset, you knew why. But you didn’t believe your actions deserved this type of behavior from Shuri.
“Shuri, baby, talk to me or don’t start.” You let go of her jaw, an act of permission to get her to speak. Shuri rolls her eyes in response, a sly smirk subtly peeking through her lips as you move your hands to firmly grab her throat.
“Baby…” A word of warning as you pressed down a bit further. Shuri bit her bottom lip, her face softening as she willingly brought her gaze to yours for the first time tonight. You let go of her throat, getting lost in the way it bobbed once she swallowed.
“You know why I’m upset, nkoszana, so I’m not even sure why you’re making me say it.”
“Because I was simply doing my job, and you’re getting upset Shuri, like what is it you want me to do?”
“I don’t care. I don’t like her. She clearly has a thing for you and you’re just kissing up to her obvious flirtations.”
“Shuri, I’m not doing anything but my job. She asks for help, and I give it to her in a polite manner. Whatever other motives she has is none of my business and I don’t give a fuck, I really don’t. But I have to do what I’m required to do, right? You’re the boss, so you tell me.” Your tone was clipped and straight to the point.
“Whatever. I don’t care.”
“No, you clearly do care, so tell me what I should do, princess.”
“Do what you want.”
Once more, you let out a forceful eye-roll, your frustration evident as you massage your temples in an attempt to ease your upcoming headache. Dealing with your girlfriend's constant complaints was nothing new; you were aware of her challenging nature even before you entered into the relationship but your determination to set things straight was one of the numerous reasons that made you her perfect counterpart. You had every intention of properly dealing with her attitude, but tonight, you decided to grant her a head start….but just for tonight.
You turned over in the bed, shifting your body to fully face her as you grasped her face once more, this time with ease as you spoke your gentle words.
“Look, my love, I’m sorry. Ok? I’m so sorry,” you cooed as you began caressing her chiseled features.
“Forgive me?,” you asked with doe eyes as Shuri shifted her body to meet yours. You quickly pecked a kiss on her lips, forcing a smile to creep through her.
“There’s my girl,” you muttered lovingly, as she softened her attitude with yours. Shuri grabbed your body and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into her chest as she placed a kiss on the top of your head.
“I’m sorry, I just don’t like seeing people trying to take what’s mine,” she whispered into you.
“I’m always going to be yours, Shuri, and you know that.”
“I know…but does she know that?”
“Forget about her, baby. Just let me fall asleep in your arms tonight, yeah?” You move your face from her chest to meet her sleepy eyes, raising your head to gently kiss her button nose. Shuri's face brightens with a smile, and she playfully wrinkles her nose, breaking into a gentle laughter as you embrace each other once again. The two of you drift off into slumber, finding a peaceful interlude before the inevitable storm.
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The following morning unfolds with ease, your time in the lab offering a less hectic state as your previous days have, but this was short-lived as you spot the familiar figure of the girl approaching you once again for assistance. A deep sigh escapes your lips, not directed at her, but rather because you knew what would happen as a result of it.
Beyond her annoying flirtations, you do understand why she came to you for help. You were one of Shuri’s best lab assistants and it was no secret that Shuri was not keen on the other girl, therefore she came to you.
Shuri's piercing gaze was far from discrete, juggling her attention between attending her tasks while also casting a vigilant look your way, a stare brimming with unmistakable jealousy. She observed every action, ensuring you stayed well within the boundaries she had set, and you were more than aware. The intensity of her glares grew distracting, making it difficult to attend to your duties and so you had to cut it short.
“Hey, I’m sorry but I got to take care of something real quick. I’ll be right back.”
As you approach Shuri, her gaze drops, redirecting her focus to her task while she inhales deeply. Your face clearly displays frustration as you bend your knees to align with her seated form.
“You’re being a brat,” you whispered, keeping an eye out for any nosey lab assistants.
“I don’t give a shit,” she spat back instantly.
“Shuri…” Your tone was a warning, but Shuri persisted in keeping up her facade, rolling her eyes with a subtle smirk and that act alone pushed you to your breaking point. You seized her wrist, leading her into her vacant office space. You lock the door and push her into the office chair. Leaning forward, you positioned yourself to meet her eyes, intentionally highlighting your lifted cleavage and Shuri’s gaze was anything but subtle.
“You, my love, are really starting to piss me off and get on my nerves,” you said, lightly grasping her jaw.
“I do not care. She’s obviously into you and I don’t like it.”
“So what you gonna do Shuri? Fire her and put that poor girl out of a job cuz you don’t like her??”
“Sounds enticing…”
“Shuri!”
“What?? I don’t see why she only goes to you anyway. I’m the smartest in the lab, she could come to me for help if she really needs it.”
“Now you know damn well why she won’t go to you, giving her the nastiest looks and all.”
Another eye roll manages to escape her, crossing her arms as she sits manspread in the chair in front of you. You've reached your limit with her bratty behavior, allowing her to hold the upper hand for long enough. Now, it's your moment to employ what you do best. You squat down, meeting her seated eye level, grasping her face between your thumb and middle finger as you exert a pressure that makes her flinch in response.
“You are reealllyy starting to piss me off, baby.” Your voice turned into a low, husky murmur, a sound that caused Shuri's pussy to pulse beneath your firm grip, a fact you were well aware of. You had an eye for detecting when she began to soak her boxers, the subtle gentleness in her eyes and the accelerated rhythm of her breath never escaped your notice.
“Do me a favor and go sit on the edge of the desk for me, yeah?”
And she complied, for it was in instances like these that her royal title, her professional achievements, and her intellectual brains held no significance. In these moments, it didn’t matter who she was to the country of Wakanda, that they looked up to her, relied on her, and even bowed to her, it all faded away; she consistently yielded to your dominance.
“You know baby, I’m starting to think this little attitude is simply because you want something from me,” you cooed seductively, playing with the waistband of her baggy shorts and she gulped beneath your touch. She would consistently attempt to maintain the illusion of holding the upper hand when dealing with you, a charade that only Wakanda believed. However, once the doors were closed, she would abandon her strength, discard the influence of the heart-shaped herb, and surrender complete control of her body to you.
You ease your hold on her face, letting your hand slide along her throat until you arrive at its base, where you apply a subtle pressure, eliciting a soft gasp from her, a sound that sends a pulsating sensation through your own pussy. As your grip tightens, she draws her final breath, savoring the dominance you exert as you deny her the ability to inhale.
“Nod if you’re ok.” And she does, frantically clutching your wrist as she intensely longs for more. You briefly release your hold on her throat to remove her baggy shirt and sports bra, and she helps you with equal excitement, both of you impatient to indulge in each other. You unbutton her baggy shorts and eagerly slip your hands beneath them, encountering the outcome of your actions through the mess between her legs. Her reaction is visceral; her mouth opens in astonishment as you circle her clit through the fabric, and she wastes no time pressing into you, seeking more friction.
“You’re so needy, you know that? A fucking brat, for real.”
“I…”
“You what? Wanna be punished baby? Is that what this is all about? Just wanna be fucked good, huh?”
“Mhmm,” she moaned with a nod, biting on her bottom lip but it wasn't enough for you. What you craved was the sound of the voice, the quivering words that attempted to escape her; observing how she struggled to string together coherent sentences while you toyed with the heat between her legs. Your other hand sought her throat once more, a location it favored when it wasn’t occupied in her snug cunt. You applied just enough pressure to milk a strangled gasp and she knew exactly what it was you needed from her.
“Y-yes,” she responded, but you still weren’t pleased and so you pressed firmer into her windpipe.
“Sentences, Shuri. You know I don’t do that weak shit.”
“Yes, y/n. I-I w-want you to p-punish…me. P-put me in my place,” she struggled to say amidst her airflow being restricted and your hand down her pants, but she smiled her way through it, her smile fading into a breathless moan as you slip your hand into her boxers and come head on with her saturated pussy. Her slick was audible and sticky, clinging to your fingers as you pranced through her plush folds, purposefully toying with her clit to drive her insane.
“Y-y/n…please…please?”
“Ssshhh, my pretty girl, I’m getting there.”
“Unh.”
You grabbed her chin and forced her gaze on yours. Her eyes were so desperate, so sleepy and she shut them completely when you finally sunk them into her without warning.
“Oh, shit…y/n, baby.”
Your fingers were well equipped with Shuri’s pussy, familiar with the walls that paved the way to the spot that always led your beautiful girl to her sweet bliss. It didn’t take long before your pace quickened, your fingers soaking in everything Shuri’s wet pussy had to give you. Her walls hugged your fingers, weeping around them as you plunged into her g-spot.
“Bast…ewe...ewe! Nceda ungayeki…” (Bast…yes….yes! Please don’t stop…). Per usual, Shuri’s body became needy, her hips bucking forward to meet your thrusts, her breasts bouncing frantically and the sight of her body being so overwhelmed by you made you wet.
“Look at you Shuri…so fucking needy, yeah?”
“Mhmm. Yeah.”
“Such a brat, you’re frustrating as hell. I can feel you squeezing my fingers real good already…you gonna cum soon?”
“Yes, y/n! Y-yes…I-I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered, her pussy walls clamping down further and further with each thrust you gave her.
“You think you deserve it?”
“Ye-yeah.”
“Oh? You sure?”
“Mhmm, yes y/n…I deserve it, just…fuck.”
You released your fingers from her cunt, tapping her lips as a signal for her to open wide and taste herself and she obliged.
“Mmmm,” she moaned at her own flavor as you swooshed your fingers through her mouth, hitting the back of her throat to make her gag just once and you chuckled at the tears that began to brim on the outer corners of her tired eyes. And instantly your hands are back into her aching cunt, milking her as her whole body trembles beneath your touch.
“I’m gonna ask you one more time…do you deserve it?”
“Ye-”
You cut her off mid-answer with your palm slapping her drenched pussy lips, a whimper falling off Shuri’s tongue at the gesture.
“Answer me, princess. Properly this time.”
“N-no…I don’t deserve it.”
“What don’t you deserve?”
“To cum. I do-don’t deserve to c-cum.” A pout formed on her face and you responded with your own pout, mocking her with a fake frown.
“Poor baby,” you taunted.
“Y/n…pleeassee. I’ll be good. I’ll d-do better, just…unh…please let me cum for you.”
And you so badly want to give into her, fulfill her bodies desires and make her soak your whole hand but you were in control, carrying the power over her approaching orgasm and so you ripped your fingers from her tight pussy as she was on the brink of releasing, a full pout forming on her face as the knot in her stomach remained there.
“Wha--why? Nkosazna, please.”
You gave her no answer, but wrapped your lips around your fingers, savoring the intimate taste of your girlfriend as your gaze connected with hers.
“Do you know why I didn’t let your pretty pussy cum, baby?”
But Shuri says nothing, angrily rolling her eyes as she tries to regain an ounce of dominance; also secretly hoping you may continue “punishing her.” She attempts to push her way around you but you would not allow it. You pushed her chest, forcing her to sit back onto the desk. You clutched her jaw, almost painfully this time, a reminder of her place.
“I’m not gonna ask again.”
“Because I was being needy.”
“Mhmm…and?”
“And jealous.”
“What else?”
“And a brat.”
“Yes you were, my perfect girl.” You let go, gently caressing her face before you pull her lips into yours. She moans into the kiss, her flavor still lingering on your lips and you both feel like you could stay there forever.
“I love you,” she breathed into you, not wanting to let you go.
“I love you more,” you replied, finally breaking the kiss.
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The rest of the day goes by fairly well. Shuri works diligently at her desk, putting on her best behavior but you notice her slip up every now and then, subtly rolling her eyes at you because what is your beautiful girlfriend if not a spoiled brat?
As the evening draws near, you make your way to your room. As before, you're met with an empty bedroom until the sound of running water reaches your ears from behind the closed bathroom door. You get comfortable, waiting for her to emerge. And just like that, she appears once again, exuding an even greater sex appeal than before, dressed in a pair of gray sweats and a wifebeater. The waistband of her boxers peaks above her sweats, and a dainty set of gold chains adorns her neck, as if she needed the accessories to be any more attractive. She looks stunning, and you find yourself wanting to give her everything she didn’t deserve, a desire to untangle her until she’s your good girl again.
Shuri didn’t notice your presence until your voice broke the silence, casually startling her in your tracks.
“Bast, baby, you’re killing me,” you said, and you most definitely meant it. “Come sit here,” you gestured to her to come on your lap. For the gazillionth time, Shuri playfully rolled her eyes, smirking as she made her way to straddle you.
“You and this damn attitude…what I gotta do to take it out of you, hm?” You pull her in for a kiss, both of you needy with your grip and movements as she softly moans into your lips, causing you to smile against her.
“What is it you want, Shuri?,” you asked, your voice was low, your gaze even lower, admiring the way her nipples pierced through the fabric of her shirt.
“I want you to finish what you started,” she replied, her plea soaked in impatience.
“Hmmm? Attitude too damn loud, I can’t hear you over it.”
She sighs heavily before proceeding to speak. “You know what I want and if you won’t give it to me then I swear to Bast, y/n, I’ll just touch mys--”
But you cut her off as you swiftly raise a finger to hush her parted lips. Her immediate compliance sets a promising tone for the evening ahead, aligning perfectly with the intentions you had planned for her. You taunt her, daring her to finish her sentence, yet she refrains, her face contorting into profound yearning for your touch alone. Drawing her closer, your lips meet hers once again and she whimpers into your mouth and that sound in itself almost forces you to give in to her, to succumb to everything she wants without a fight on her end. Almost.
“You know that thing you said you’d do? Yeah, I’m gonna need you to do it.”
“W-what?”
“Imma need you to play with yourself. Make yourself cum at the pace I allow, my girl,” you softly command, caressing her cheek as you watch the way her face falls into your touch.
“I wanted you to do it,” she pouts, but you raise your eyebrow in question, challenging to see what’d she do but it shuts her right up instead. Good girl.
“Ok but…I need you to do something for me while I’m touching myself…please?”
“Hm? And what would that be?”
“I want you to choke me. You know how I like it, sthandwa.”
"Absolutely, I do," you respond, drawing her in for a final kiss before you begin to remove her clothing and undergarments soon after, leaving her in nothing but her dainty gold chains that have been driving you crazy. You orient yourselves just as you would if it were your own fingers about to sink into her cunt, your legs spread apart as she nestled between them, her back fitting snugly against your chest. Shuri mimics you, spreading her own legs as you set your gaze on her juicy, undeniably tempting pussy that catches the light in the mirror positioned before you. It was one of your favorite things about her; the deep, plump lips fixated between her thighs was nothing short of art to you.
You grasped her hand gently, guiding two of her fingers into the basin of your mouth, generously coating them in your own saliva. You hummed softly around her tattooed digits just before she trailed them down to her most sensitive area.
“Play with your clit, baby. Don’t go inside just yet,” you guided and she obeyed, nodding her head as her mouth opened the instant her fingers found her clump of sensitive nerves. Your girlfriend was easily influenced when it came to her pussy, making it a brief process for her whimpers to grow into mellow cries. With each push she placed onto her clit, her legs trembled, patiently awaiting your orders.
“Keep it going…don’t stop until I tell you.”
“Choke me,” she said, her plea coming out more demanding than begging. “Choke me, please.” There was the beg.
You take hold of her face, redirecting it towards you, granting her a final kiss before your hand glides down to her neck. A gasp escaped her lips in response to the sensation but her fingers did not halt, her juices becoming louder as she swished her clit.
“You look so beautiful like this Shuri…fuck.”
You applied a gentle pressure to her neck, your palm following the curves of her trachea and you sensed her throat shifting with every forceful swallow she took.
“Harder,” she softly begged, and you do, pressing further into her.
“Harder, y/n, harder. Choke me.”
“Damn, baby, you’re so nasty,” you teased, obeying her desperate plea. Gently, she begins to choke; her moans, soft gasps, and wet pussy become the sole sounds that reach your ears, forming a sinful melody. You lift your gaze to the reflection ahead, entranced with the sight, although Shuri's expression doesn't quite match the moment. She removes herself from your hold, turning her body around to face you before she begins to remove your leather belt.
“Shuri, what…what are you doing?”
“Shut up,” she says quickly, taking you by surprise.
“Hey…hey, this isn’t about me Shuri. This is about you, I don’t need-”
“Ssshhhh,” she says, cutting you off by colliding her lips into yours as she proceeds to remove your belt. Once it’s off, you understand her intentions as she wraps the leather around her neck like you would your waist, slinking it down until it’s firmly hugging her throat. “Choke. Me.”
While her request startles you initially, you eventually give in, pulling at the leather as Shuri proceeds to play with her clit. A second tug follows, leading to the sound and sight you've been longing for. The hoarse gasps that come from the depths of her throat, mingling with her escalating moans, a blended sound that made your pussy throb.
“Oh-ok…y-yes y/n. I-I’m gonna…I’m s-so c-close,” she struggled to say with the material that compressed her windpipe.
“Do what I love, princess. Choke for me,” you demanded and she knew exactly what you meant. Shuri stuck her tongue out with a playful grin, her eyes connected with yours in the mirror's reflection. The jolt in her clit gradually intensified as her walls became tighter and tighter. It was one of the sexiest things to you, watching her tongue stick as she left you in charge of her oxygen intake; drool pouring off the tip of her tongue as she choked and circled her clit in unison, making your drenched pussy clench around nothing but air, your clit aching for a sense of relief but they would have to wait.
“Nod if you’re ok, baby,” you say, pressing harsh kisses into the side of her neck. Shuri nods.
“F-fuck…y/n…I-mhmm.”
“Just tell me to stop if you need me to, ok?” She nods again. You pull a bit tighter, earning another choked response from her.
“O-okay.”
“You’re doing so well for me, just keep doing that. Keep rubbing yourself just like that.”
“Unh.”
She was so beautiful like this, whining beneath her own touch as she left her breathing to your reign and even though she had full power to stop the assault on her clit whenever she pleases, she knew not to without your direction and it made you desire her that much more. Shuri’s clit grew enlarged, her pussy lips puffed out as her drool oozed down the valley between her breasts. Your pussy ached for her, wanting to give her everything she did and didn’t deserve.
“Y/n…I…I-”
“Cum, baby. Give it to yourself.” And she did, letting go at that very moment while her staggered, breathless moans echoed through the room. You slapped her hand, creating space for your own fingers to rub her through the aftermath, tugging the belt hard into her windpipe, momentarily cutting off all her airflow and the act intensified her climax; it was the most elated feeling for Shuri.
“Y/n…unh,” she struggled to say. Her clit jolted under your touch, her cream pooling out of her thumping cunt as she collapsed into you. You removed the belt, allowing Shuri to consume oxygen once more and she coughed in delight, absolutely pleased with her orgasm but you were nowhere near done with her. She got what she begged for and now it was your turn.
You dipped your fingers into her, pumping a few times and she jerked from your touch, still throbbing from her orgasm, though her pussy seemed excited with the way she immediately clenched around you at the contact.
“Bast…y/n…p-please…shit.”
You played with her pussy for a few moments longer, gliding your fingers through her dewy folds and she flinched every time you teased her clit. Her chest grew heavy, making it harder for her to breathe as you tantalized her through her slow, descending climax. You place your fingers on her neck, beginning to caress the tender skin and she winces.
“Are you ok?,” you ask, with genuine concern. Shuri nods along with a small laughter.
You lay her down on her back, beginning to kiss her throat with love as you caress her sore skin with your gentle lips. A soft hiss escapes her as your lips make contact, the tenderness a contrast to the pressure she endured earlier, the pressure she begged for. You bring your lips to hers, kissing her as your hands trail down her body, stopping at her clit and she moans instantly into your mouth. You smirk against her. Her sensitivity made you feral.
You press soft circles into her beating bud, caressing her just enough to drive her insane. Her folds were so plush, sopping wet with her arousal.
“Y-y/n…I need…shit, unh…”
“What do you need, princess?”
“I want y-you in…inside.”
“Hmm? I can’t hear you baby.” Your taunting gaze met her desperate one, sliding your fingers until they met her entrance. You didn't dip inside just yet, though you wanted to, but instead pressed firm circles against her entrance as you watched the way her mouth dropped open and her eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure. The sight of her made your already soaking panties even more wet.
“Please y/n, just fuck me alreadyyy.”
“Look at you…so fucking needy. You want me to fuck you with my fingers so bad, yeah? Is that what you want?”
She nods so quickly and the gesture makes you smile. She is completely under your reign. She begins bucking her hips, desperately wanting your fingers to meet the depth of her clenching cunt and although you aren’t buried inside her, you feel her on the surface of her entrance; the way her pussy craves you, needs you to fill her up and make her whole. She closes her eyes, her head slightly tilting backward, but you seize her chin and direct her to face you before her head can fully lean back. For a brief moment, you maintain this posture, locking eyes with her longing gaze while teasing her. Her puffy clit collides with your palm with each buck against you and you allow it.
“Please y/n…I ne-need you. Please.”
“Where baby, where?” You were being mean.
“Inside, y/n. Unh.”
“Do you know why I’m doing this?”
She smirked, struggling to bring back her bratty side as you teased her hole.
“Be-because…”
“Because why, baby?”
“Because I was being a brat.”
“Yeah that’s right…what else?”
“Unh…I was be-being too ne-eedy and jea-lous.”
“Mhmmm.”
“Inside?”
You chuckled. “MY beautiful bratty girl. Always so needy for me.” You press your lips against her cheek, tilting your head into the curve of her shoulder as you dip your fingers inside her and you're greeted by the most seductive, sinful sound of love and lust that emanates from Shuri's mouth, ringing directly into your ear.
“Yeah…YEAH…oh fuck, y/n.”
Even though you can’t see her face, you just know her mouth is hung open, her eyelashes clinging together in ecstasy as you suck the skin on her sore neck.
“I wouldn’t want you any other way,” you assure, fucking your needy girl with precision. You raise your head a bit, aligning her lips with your ear, eager to catch her filthy moans. You return to meet her gaze, greeted by her perky breasts bouncing in unison with your rhythmic thrusts and her creamy pussy draws you in, captivated by her glossy slick that paints your fingers. But it's her eyes, those defenseless eyes that convey all the essential messages of the pleasure that was coursing through her.
“Yes, my angel…keep making that helpless face while you’re fucking down on my fingers.”
“Mmm..unh.”
“You’re so beautiful Shuri…the prettiest girl ever.”
“Y-y/n.”
You bring her in for a slobbery kiss, swallowing her moans as the squishy sounds down below get stickier.
“I love you, y/n…I…fuck.”
“I love you too, baby. Cum for me. Do it.”
And so she does, her hands fluttering to either side of your face while her unwavering gaze stays fixed on you. Tears gather at the edges of her stunning eyes as her cunt oozes in pure bliss.
“Yeah, y/n…unh…BAST.” She completely stops rocking against you but you don’t stop thrusting into her, causing her whole body to tremble.
“Y/n.. sthandwa…please stop.”
“Hm, baby? I didn’t quite catch that.”
“I want you…unh…”
“I can’t hear you my love, speak up.”
“Stop, please…stop.” She’s trembling, her voice shaking, but you knew her body, you knew it all too well. Protest might’ve been falling off her lips, but the grip her pussy contained on your fingers told you otherwise. You brought your thumb up, pressing the pad of it into her clit and she squirmed at the pressure, her pathetic tears continuing to swell in the corner of her eyes.
“Tell me one more time baby. Tell me you want me to stop and I’ll stop.”
But your perfect girl said nothing, nothing but the sound of whimpers came out of her swollen mouth. A faint smile broke through lips but swiftly vanished, replaced by her face that felt nothing but pleasure.
“That’s what I thought.”
“Bast…mmm.” Her sobs were pretty, her helpless state being one of your favorite looks on her.
“You think I can’t tell when your pussy’s had enough baby? She still wants me so badly, squeezing the fuck out of my fingers…so needy for me.”
She was a mess, becoming entranced by your words and cocky grin. She moaned without any concern for passersby because she did not care who could hear Wakanda’s protector submitting to your authority.
“You’re gonna give me another one,” you say, and she almost protests but she knows better. She doesn’t want you to stop anyway.
“You’re gonna cum around my dick this time, you think you can do that for me princess?”
“Mhmm.”
“Of course you can,” you say with a grin. Shuri helps you strip down, observing the way your wet slick adheres to the fabric of your thong as you glide them down your legs, creating a sticky string with your arousal. Your skin was so beautiful to her, its profound richness harmonizing with the textured curls that sat on your head. She admires your stretch marks that lead the way to your thick thighs and plush ass, the hues of brown in your inner thighs deepening the closer the skin got to your pussy. Bast, she was in love with you.
Shuri also helps you strap the vibranium toy to your hips, her most perfect invention that allowed you to feel her perfect pussy each and every time it sank into her. You lie on your back, motioning her to come on top of you and she obeys.
“Ride me, baby. Fuck yourself onto me until you cum around my dick.”
Shuri situated herself on top of you, firmly gripping the dildo before gently pushing it into herself and you both moaned in unison. It's a sensation that never loses its hold on you, the feeling of being inside her resonates, her pussy wrapping around your dick with her willful clench. Her pussy lips opened up for you, effortlessly gliding alongside the dildo and it was amazing to watch.
“Y/n! Oh yes…right there, nkoszana, right there…I..yeah.”
Her words mold unto putty as you consistently strike the nerves inside her, that tender spot that has her chasing both your orgasms. She dips her head back, pinching her erect nipples as her dark complexion glimmers with sweat. She appears heavenly on top of you, like she was floating, and the picture of her nudges you closer to your own pleasure.
“Look at you…you’re so fucking beautiful…sexy as fucking hell…god.”
“I…UNH…ooooo fuuuckkk.”
“You’re gonna cum aren’t you?”
“Yeah…I…I…”
“Don’t you dare s-stop fucking y-yourself. Don’t, Shuri…fuck.”
“Y/n…I-I can’t. I’m gonna c-cum.”
Her breasts bounce with each thrust she pounded onto you, her pussy milking your dick and you could feel your orgasm crying to be released. You grip her hips harshly, fucking her down onto your dick and she wails in pleasure, her eyes rolling back as her jaw drops. She takes one of her hands off her nipple, bringing it down to rub her clit and you swear you could cum right there. She was fucking amazing.
“You’re such a fucking whore, baby, huh? Wanna cum that bad?”
“UNH!”
“Yeah, keep crying like th-that. K-keep squeezing my shit like that.”
“Y/N!”
It took about five more slams and Shuri released once more, an explosive squirt that coated your abdomen and trickled down her thighs. But you didn’t stop fucking her, so close to your own high and she let you chase it.
“Fuck, baby…k-keep f-fucking yourself like that. Use my pussy, y/n, c-cum in me…mmmm…ugnh.”
“Yeah, princess…I’m s-so close just…fuck, shit!”
Shuri fucked herself onto you, ignoring the fact that her pussy was aching to the point of slight pain but she wanted to make you cum, watch her girl that she needed so much to unravel before her.
“Sh-Shuri?”
“Cum, y/n…pl-please? I want you to c-cum inside me.”
The both of you were blubbering messes, minds unfolding into mush as your vision became hazy. Her pussy squeezed you so good, caressing you just right and you spilled right into her.
“Oh fuck, Shuri…FUCK…I’m cumming baby, I’m cumming…shit.”
“I know…I know.”
“Ooooo fuck…GOD. Your pussy is so good, always so g-good for me…UNH. K-keep squeezing me just l-like that…yeah.”
“You’re so beautiful, y/n. Cumming so hard inside me.”
“Only for you. Always for you.”
After moments, Shuri squirted one last time; an orgasm that caused her to falter beside you, both of your chests heaving up and down as you struggled to regain your composure.
“Fuck, Shuri.”
“I love you, y/n.”
“I know you do…my bratty girl. I love you too.”
You pull her in for one last kiss.
“My beautiful, bratty girl.”
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The next morning approached. You and Shuri were about to arrive late to the lab and it didn’t help that Shuri was, per usual, being difficult.
“Sthandwa, I don’t think the makeup is necessary,” she comments as you apply a generous amount of concealer to hide the bruises on her neck.
“Do you see yourself? Look,” you remark, pointing to the mirror where her marked up throat from both your passionate kisses and the impression of the leather belt reflects back at her. A sly grin appears on her face as she appreciates the reflection, tilting her head to gain a clearer view of the results of your actions.
“People are gonna think you’re dating a fucking psychopath,” you add as you continue covering up the bruises.
“Maybe it’s cuz I am dating a fucking psychopath,” Shuri responds, wincing when you press too hard, and you mockingly fake a frown.
“My poor baby.”
“Shut up.”
“Oooo…such harsh language,” you joke, and Shuri rolls her eyes before you both begin to laugh.
“Hurry up, y/n, I got work to do.”
“Be patient, I wanna make sure I cover you up good.”
Another chuckle escapes Shuri’s lips. “I don’t get how you do this makeup thing almost everyday. It’s exhausting just sitting here now.”
“Well I happen to like doing my own makeup, and cuz I can actually do it unlike your ass. Remember that time I got you to do my makeup??” You burst into laughter as Shuri glared you down in annoyance. “That crooked ass eyeliner you gave me! Oh! And what did you call mascara again?? Say it again!”
“Shut up, y/n.”
“Pleaaseee, baby, say it one last time and I’ll leave you alone,” you lie, biting your bottom lip as you try to contain your laughter.
Shuri sighs, rolling her eyes before she says it. “I called it an eyelash enhancer.”
You burst out into laughter and Shuri sits there unamused, trying to contain her own laughter at the sight of you laughing over something so small.
“You’re just too fucking cute. An eyelash enhancer?? PLEASE BABE.”
“Well I wasn’t entirely wrong.”
“No…you were definitely wrong.”
“I forgot what it was called, ok?”
“Hey, hey…don’t be like that baby, you know I’m just teasing you. You’re just too cute. Wait, hold still…I’m almooosttt…there! I’m done. How’s it look?,” you ask, redirecting her to the mirror.
“Mmmm…I think you missed a spot,” she jokes.
“Huh? Where? Hold up, lemme cover that shit.”
Shuri laughs, amused at your concern. “I’m just playing, nkoszana. You did a good job.”
You smile, bringing her in for a kiss. “Don’t ask me to use a fucking belt for a while, Shuri, I mean it.”
“Hmmmm…might have to give you a reason to use it again then, y/n.”
“Oh, you fucking nasty,” you playfully remark, slinging your arms around her neck and she flinches when you accidentally press her bruised skin. “Oh shit! Sorry!”
Shuri laughs. “It’s ok, sthandwa. I just love you.”
You cock your head to the side, biting your cheek as you fight to contain a cheeky grin but it’s no use. She draws you closer by your hips, causing your pelvis to brush against hers before she begins kissing you.
“Shuri…we’re late,” you say, as she begins trailing kisses down your neck.
“How about…let’s just not go?”
While the temptation was undoubtedly strong, now was not a suitable time. The lab needed you both.
“We gotta go, princess.”
A prolonged, annoyed whine escapes Shuri's lips before she releases you. "Fiiinnee," she draws with exaggeration and you can’t help but chuckle at her neediness.
“You’re so goddamn needy, baby.”
“Mhmm. And you said you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
And she was correct. You wouldn’t have it any other way. ❁ཻུ۪۪♡
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