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one more night | s. udaku

pairing — shuri udaku x black! female reader

timeline — post! wakanda forever

summary — you’d been giving shuri warnings about her toxic behavior for months. she’d sworn she’d change, be better for you. she often promised that she’d search deep inside and find the shuri she used to be, the one you loved with all your heart. truthfully you knew after she lost her brother, and her mother that she’d never be the same. you just wanted to keep a sense of normalcy for yourself. i mean, shuri wasn’t the only person who’d lost everything, but it seemed nobody cared about that. least of all, shuri. she started staying out more, excuses started getting less and less believable. aneka said she just needed time, m’baku believed she’d come around. you weren’t so sure. you loved her though, loved her hard, loved her too much, and that was why you allowed yourself to become delusional, started ignoring the sighs. ignoring your intuition and every red flag she gained. she hated partying, these days she couldn’t get enough of it. she hated drinking and smoking, these days you couldn’t stand her unless she was plastered. she’d never been a cheater, and you never expected her to, but that was your mistake for thinking this shuri, the panther, was your shuri. she wasn’t, and she hadn’t been for a very long time. your remorse at all she’d lost, your guilt for everything that had happened to her thinned. she was supposed to be your girlfriend, she was supposed to be the love of your life — you’d promised to never leave, but everyone reaches a boiling point — and you finally had.

requested?: no. i'm just in my feelings lmaoooo.

wrd count? please just vibeeeee

warnings — smut (18+), angst

dedicated to: my mutuals... i love all of them but specifically @inmyheadimobsessed @quintessencewrites , @letitiamyevangeline , @vampzxi , @shurislover , @shurismainbxtch + @pantherheart because you guys are always supporting me, and it means TOO much to me. idk how to explain how much i appreciate + admire all of y'all.

author’s note: i am sorry it's taken me so long to release new works. i've been so busy this week, and i really hate giving you guys sloppy, hardly put together works. i like to take my time. the fandom is growing again, so many authors are popping out, and they're all so incredible, so that's been so nice to take in... that there are so many people that care so much about shuri + riri. it's so sweet to witness omg. please never stop writing, no matter how loud any sort of negativity may try to be. just write xx

divider by? alyssdream on deviantart

"Thought I'd find you up here." Shuri's surprised that she can still be surprised. The herb had made her senses so sharp, hardly anyone had the ability to get the drop on her. She supposed that was what stood out so much about you. The way you always managed to surprise her, keep her on her toes. She looks at the blunt in her hands and knows there's no time to try and hide it. Even if she did manage to toss it off the roof, you'd smell it on her clothes, on her skin.

She promised she'd stop, or at least she said she'd try. She didn't try. Smoking numbed things that you no longer could, whatever the smoke left behind, alcohol managed to fix. Why would she give that up? Give up her chance to feel nothing? "Okoye said you missed another council meeting." your voice lacks any of its usual sorrow and disappointment, in fact, you don't sound bothered at all. "Okoye should learn to mind her own business." Shuri finally speaks, and she hears your quiet and reserved footsteps as you approach her.

"She's just worried about you." you remind her and you've rounded her setup, eyes finally taking her in now that her back was no longer facing you. "She has no reason to be." Shuri quips and your lips quirk downwards, but you say nothing. You eye the blunt disdainfully, but bite your tongue, you weren't about to start an argument, it was pointless now. Shuri knows you're itching to rebuke her for her inability to hold true to her promises, but she doesn't understand why you haven't said a word about it. "You look nice." she tries politely.

You offer a smile, though it's mournful. You kneel in front of her, knees bent up under you as you sit across from her. Shuri's examining you, taking you in the way she always does. You were tense, on edge about something, most likely about her. So she exhales the smoke from her lips before she leans in and places a delicate kiss on your lips. It's dizzying, everything about Shuri was dizzying. Her lips often filled your mind with thoughts, they were so double edged. One minute she was offering poems of adoration.

The next minute she was hurting you.

You wondered where things would land now.

You pull away first, hand lightly pushing Shuri away, you couldn't fall into this routine. This routine of loving Shuri so violently that she could kiss away everything, and lull you back into her. "Yintoni ingxaki?" (what's the matter) she quirks an eyebrow. You shake your head, a lie, and one she clocks before you even have the chance to spit it out verbally. "You think lying is smart?" she asks. "I'm not lying." you huff, and before you can quite stop yourself you're digging your heels in. "That makes one of us." Shuri's eyes instantly roll.

"Something you'd like to get off your chest?" she snips and you blink, this was what you'd been waiting for, an opening to have a heart to heart. "Yes, actually." you reply and Shuri hums in disinterest. "So just start with that, don't beat around the bush." she scolds. Shuri's eyes are drawn to her blunt, and you wonder how far gone she must be. Usually she'd fake the funk, put on a show for your sake, despite the fact you both knew she was lying. But this time, she doesn't seem fazed by your presence as she brings the blunt up to her lips.

If you were standing you might've stumbled. She sees it on your face all the same. "I'm — I didn't come to argue with you." you say tiredly. "So then don't." she says crossly. You exhale through your nose, head shaking in disbelief at her attitude. "Okay, I won't, but you can get rid of some of that bass in your voice." you warn and Shuri, despite her sudden change, was still your Shuri at her core. So when she falters, eyes flickering to the ground in regret, you feel a bit of hope.

It wasn't that you wanted Shuri to be unsure of herself, and it actually excited you that she'd grown into her dominance. What bothered you is that she was changing so drastically, and you didn't seem to fit in her life anymore. The smell of weed is nauseating, fills your senses until it overwhelmed you. You could feel the way your eyes began to brim with tears, but you force them back into their hiding place. "I thought you were quitting." you finally make note of it.

"I told you I'd try." she corrects you, and her response is smug, paired with a smirk. "Well have you?" you retort and her eyebrow jumps up. "Have you tried?" you elaborate, annoyance clawing at you briefly. "Can you prove that I haven't?" she reroutes and you hate this. Hate this person she is now, hate that she seems to know exactly what she's doing, but doesn't seem to give a damn. "Is this really who you wanna be Shuri?" you question, and you try your hand at gentleness.

"Is this the legacy you wanna leave behind? The drunken princess." you sneer. "What is it to you?" she demands and it shuts you up as her temper flares. "You are not my mother, nor are you my wife. I did not ask for your concern, nor do I care for your constant interrogations." she exclaims, and your entire body shudders, legs bouncing against their will. Your hands move, balling into fists as you look away quickly. How sensitive you'd become in the last few months. "It is not a bedmate's job to question the Queen." she adds.

Bedmate: one who shares one's bed. especially : a sexual partner

Her words smacks you, makes you lean back on your haunches, and it stings. Slices deep inside your heart and tears it clean in half. In hindsight, by definition, you could very well be rightfully described as a bedmate. Your issue lied in the fact that she didn't even have the balls to call you by your rightful title, her girlfriend. "Bed mate?" you repeat the offensive term. "Now that's all I am?" you question and Shuri seems to understand her mistake, you can see it clear as day.

It sits there behind her eyes, her remorse. But the rest of her is trapped beneath this façade, this prideful, egotistical, party girl. "Shuri." you exclaim in disbelief. She doesn't answer verbally, just tosses you a challenging glance. You scoff, head nodding. Too bad for her, that made this easier. "We need to talk." you say, and you know now, the only way you're getting out of this is if you treat her like she's nothing. You had to ignore the aches, the pain, the way this was killing you. You had to see her for who she really was now.

And she wasn't your princess.

Shuri's listening, but says nothing. Offering you the floor as she smokes in your face. "I—" you hear the way grief tries to climb up your throat, so you take a beat, eyes glued to the ground. "Yitsho." ( say it ) the Queen demands. "Shuri, I came to say goodbye." you say and her instant shock is gratifying. You'd been looking for something, any sort of sign that Shuri cared about you, and maybe that was the sign, the gasp, and the widening of her eyes. However, it was too late, she'd made her bed, now she'd have to lay in it.

"G—Goodbye?" she stammers and the blunt pinched between her fingers falls to the ground. "Oh, now you can speak?" you question.

"Oko konele." (that's enough) She grumps, "Ndiphendule." (answer me). You're more than shocked at her audacity. "Yes, Goodbye, Shuri." you repeat yourself, this time more sternly. "Where are you going, and when were you going to tell me?" Shuri spits out questions, laced with disapproval, betrayal. "I'm going to America." you answer plainly. "And I'm telling you right now." you sass and Shuri's response is instant. "America?" her voice raises, head shaking in denial.

"But what about—" she wants to talk about herself, how you'd be taking the last of her heart with you. But she's scared, scared of the vulnerability, so she pivots. "What about your duties here? Your promise to be here for this country." she asks.

"I'm telling you that I'm leaving, and all you care to talk about is duty?" you ask and Shuri looks away, stubbornness spiking. "Shuri." you say her name, and she's taken to actively ignoring you. "Ndijonge." ( look at me ) you didn't speak Xhosa often, but when you did, it caught and kept Shuri's attention. Her eyes flicker to you instantly, and there's too many emotions swimming in them. "Is that all that matters to you? My duty to your country? That's all you care about being severed? Is that the only thing that's on your mind?"

The answer is no. You are on her mind, you're always on her mind. She wants you too much. She wants you irrevocably, you were the only thing that mattered to her anymore. Many spit promises of never loving again after losing a good lover, Shuri was certain. If you left— when you left, she'd be done. Completely closed off from love with no way to open that door again. Her heart would be a vault, and the key would be washed away with her tears. You were everything to her. But you weren't enough to fix her grief. At least not alone.

She couldn't get rid of the hurt. She couldn't shed enough tears to get over everything she'd lost. She loved you, she was in love with you. But regrettably she needed her vices. She needed science, needed weed, needed alcohol, because they made her forget. Under this security blanket she could pretend her parents and big brother were hear, in this cocoon of numbness she could look back at her memories with fondness, she could remember them the way they were meant to be remembered. She couldn't let that go.

On your end her silence was devastating. At least now you knew the truth. You couldn't hold on to her old words anymore, they were empty. Meaningless strings of letters that she'd concocted with her genius mind. Meticulous phrases she knew would win your heart.

But you clearly meant nothing to her.

She didn't love you as much as you loved her.

"Your life is here." she says this so matter-of-factly, but still faintly. Her eyes refuse to meet you, her jaw is set, she's visibly upset, but you can't understand why. "Was." you correct and that's when it seems to click. Her head tilts to the side, the pretty curls that framed the top of her head, move with the motion, and she's trying to catch your eyes now. "Was..." she repeats you with a shake of her head. "You're leaving." she seems to be speaking more to herself.

"Shuri, I'm here to break up with you." you finally utter the words. She's stunned, and her gasp makes that clear. Her eyes are jumping from one side of your face to the other, maybe committing it all to her memory. "Am I allowed to speak?" she's still a bit mocking, and you suppose that's your burden. You were the one that wanted this conversation. "Go ahead." you grant her permission, and she is quick to take advantage, "W—What is this about?" she stammers through her first question. You're certain others will soon follow it.

"Where is it— Where is this coming from?" her interrogation doesn't stop there either. "H-How long have you been planning this? To leave me?" she asks, and her voice is suddenly small. She looks like she might cry, and you hate that it hardly sways you. Before this, before things went wrong between you and your lover, her tears were your least favorite thing. Seeing them brimming broke you in half, now it hardly mattered, cause you'd reached your limit.

"It's been a few weeks." you answer, and you're trying to maintain some composure. You didn't want to cry, not now. Shuri splutters through her repetition of your answer. You can't wrap your mind around this sudden change. The genuine confusion attached to her words as if she really never saw it coming. "Whatever I did, I'm sorry." she leans forward, as if to touch you, but retracts her hands at the last second as if she'd been scorched by some invisible flame.

"I'm so sorry." she reiterates, and she's scrambling, trying so hard not to lose her mind. "I'll— fix it." You have to let me fix it." she's pleading, but it's like she's talking through you. Shuri was smart, the smartest person you knew. But her brain wouldn't be able to get her out of this.

"We can— Y/N/N— I can fix this." she promises, and her head is nodding, and you seemed to have blown her high. Brought her back to Earth, at least for a moment. "I think it's too late, Shuri." you say and her eyes close as she inhales deeply. "Don't say that. Please—" she reaches for you again, this time going through with it. She winces when her hands cross your bubble of self attained space. That fire must've been good protection. She was suddenly frantic, anxious.

Her hands wrap around your waist, and she tugs, pulling you into her lap. "Please, just let me fix this." she pleads, and your hands are gripping her shoulders to keep your balance. The roof smells like weed. It's thick in the air, and it's all in her hair, all in her skin, all in her clothes. You take her in, the deep bags under her eyes, the tiredness that screams at you with every word that tumbles from her saccharine lips. "I— fuck." her breathing picks up, more choppy, almost manual, as she tries to commit the feel of you to her memory.

You're rocked, but firm still, in your stance.

"I'll do anything for you." she whispers, and you know she means it. Shuri's emotional decline over the last few months had not quite made her overly insensitive. She never spoke words heavy-laden with meaning, unless she meant it. You only wish she could've uttered them sooner. Could have come to this realization about you, before you'd made it to the edge. Now all that was left was to take the plunge. Take that step to end it all with her, to move on with your life.

It's not ideal, you're convinced this is it for you both. Even still, you nod. It was no use, seeing her like this, frantic, scared at the possibility of losing you weighed heavily on your heart. It might be a regret later, but you'd leave once this was done, once it was over with, you'd leave, and you'd never come back. You'd make Shuri a part of your past. She'd hate you, hate you forever for what you were gonna do, but she'd be okay. She'd get better. She'd find a way to find herself, find the real Shuri under all her bitterness and anger.

And that was what mattered.

"You'll let me fix this?" she asks and you nod again. It makes her shake her head in disapproval. "No, Makhe ndikuve." ( no, let me hear you. ) she says, and her voice is covered in anguish, true pain, that you'd never really heard in her before. "Please." she completes her thought a moment after. "S—Shuri, you can fix it." you say meekly. "Do 2you promise?" she asks and you falter. You'd be lying if you say yes. You know that, so you don't. Instead you lean forward and kiss her. You'd never loved so heavily before, never loved so passionately.

You knew once you were gone the cracks on your heart would open. You'd be forced to feel everything. You put all this into your kiss. It snatches Shuri's breath, it's all-consuming. You are, that is. Her mind is hazy, fogged out, and fucked up, but once again, here you were. Right there in the middle of the storm with her. Fuck, she loved you deeply. She knew you well, knew what tomorrow would bring. Knew why you were playing into this, knew why you were allowing her to believe that her poor attempts at reconciliation were enough.

You loved her too.

The thought of opening her eyes and you being gone made her chest hurt, made her heart seem to bend and squish as if someone had reached inside her chest and tried to pull at it with their bare hands. She'd have to give you everything, lay it all out there, and maybe that would be enough. This time Shuri's the one to pull away, and her eyes are running over your face once more. Jumping from one side to the other. "Uzakuba ngowam nokuba uyaphi." ( you'll be mine no matter where you go ) Shuri's words are spoken with tenacity, assurity.

"You do understand that, don't you?" she asks and you can hardly answer, at least not verbally. She was probably right, but you weren't about to let her soak in that now. "Shuri, get on with it." your tone is clipped, and your hands, which previously gripped her shirt, bunching up the fabric surrounding her shoulders, is now slung around her neck. "You're so impatient." Shuri grumbles, and truthfully, this was the most herself she'd been in a while. The smile you'd hardly seen in so long was fighting to be center stage.

What a shame.

"Do you still trust me?" Shuri asks and you falter, she doesn't give you time to really react though, because she's soon speaking once more. "Like this?" she adds, and that changes the answer. "Do you trust me with you like this?" she looks down at your covered body as she asks. You nod coyly and she smacks her teeth. "So say it." she demands, and you sigh deeply. "Shuri, I trust you." you say this like you're annoyed, and it makes Shuri laugh, a full chuckle that crinkles her eyes. "Good." she says this faintly, under her breath.

Good. You repeat her in your own mind. "Will you let me have you right here?" she asks and you stutter step. While it wasn't ideal, Shuri's secret rooftop was one of the most discrete places in the entire kingdom. However, you couldn't ignore how diligent the Dora Milaje truly were. The thought of any of them stumbling upon you and Shuri out in the open, terrifies you. Though your pussy seems not mind the idea. "Y—Yes." you answer firmly, and Shuri looks pleased. Her hands move from your hips and start a path upwards.

Gentle hands slip beneath the barrier your top proved to be. Her nails begin to faintly slice against your skin as she traces marks into the skin of your waist and midsection. It tickles and makes you bounce in her lap, body curling to the left as you scrunch your nose. "Enough." you plead and Shuri's set on ignoring you again. "Ngaba uyazi ukuba umhle kangakanani?" ( do you know how beautiful you are? ) Shuri's words fan your face and they make your heart stutter. Fuck her and her stupid mouth. She always knew how to make you putty.

"I always thought Wakanda was the prettiest thing on Earth. Everyone says that Bast spent a great deal on her." Shuri explains and you listen, even as your abdomen twitches the more she lightly tickles your skin. "I think you have her beat." Shuri says and it's enough to make your lashes flutter, eyes blinking rapidly. She taps your hip lightly. "Yisuse yonke ngoku." ( remove it all now )

Her instructions leave no room for disagreement. You peel away, standing on wobbly legs as you move to slip out of your outfit. You leave your undergarments on though, a challenge. You weren't about to strip completely while she remained fully clothed. Shuri's little chuckle makes your eyes roll, even still, you're back on her lap, moaning lowly as she kisses you again. Soft, tender, and sweet pecks that remind you of when Shuri was pursuing you.

When she peels away from your mouth the next time, it's because her hands are fiddling with the lining of your panties. You feel the weight of her tattooed hand moving them to the side as she drags two expert fingers through the growing mess hidden beneath. "Even when your mind wants you to hate me, your body betrays you." she tells you as she retracts her hand long enough to slip those fingers between her lips. She hums contentedly as she slips them back out.

They were generously coated in her spit, so it's easy to make the mess between your legs, worse. She begins dragging her fingers up and down through your slit, occasionally swiping at your clit. Your mind is hazy, and you're back to gripping her shoulders for balance. Your nails want to puncture the fabric of her own top, you want to grind against, you want something, anything. "You're getting so wet for me, my pretty girl." she huffs, taking in how slippery it all was.

"Gonna fuck you on my fingers, then make you cum on my dick." Shuri's head has dipped forward, lips brushing against your ear as she makes this promise. "Do you want that?" she asks and you can't do more than whine, letting your hips cant forward to catch every languid swipe of her fingers against you. Your body was on fire, head pounding as you tiptoed towards the pleasure. This wasn't healthy, you knew that, it was like sticking a band aid over a sword cut.

Tomorrow you'd loathe yourself for giving in, because this, the touching, the kissing, the fucking. Would make everything harder. It would make moving on a struggle.

Shuri's fingers attack your clit, pads of each digit rubbing gingerly against your clit. It's sensitive, so every swipe makes you twitch. You can feel more arousal pooling out of your cunt and making a mess. Shuri's clothes would be ruined by the time you were done. She wasn't letting you go though, she couldn't. The speed of her fingers is lethal, you'd be cumming quickly. Your left hand wraps around the back of Shuri's neck, nails digging into the skin as you begin to subtly rock your hips forward. It made the stimulation much more direct.

"Look at you go." her jaw drops with the end of her sentence, tongue peeking out to lick over her lips as she takes you in. You were everything. "Shit." you feel the brimming of an orgasm deep in your stomach, the way it builds and builds. "Look at me." she begs, and she's keeping her tone low, breathing the words directly into you. You're slow to obey this decision, you're desire to throw your head back is violent. "Please." Shuri's begging, catches you. "Look at me, my love." her voice caresses you. "Let me see you when you fall apart." she adds, and your reminded of your earlier thoughts.

How dangerous Shuri's mouth could be.

"Shuri." you whine her name, nails breaking the delicate skin at the back of her neck as you force yourself to keep eye contact with her. She winces but doesn't rebuke you, fingers still dragging from side to side. Three pretty fingers dipping down to gather more slick before she adds that to her pattern against your clit. "I'm gonna cum." you huff and Shuri nods knowingly. "Let me see it." she pleads. "Let me see what I do to you. How good I make you feel." she begs.

"Ah, ah— fuck, you're gonna make me cum." you whine as Shuri leans forward again, she kisses your nose first, lips beginning a trail across your face. "You're doing so good. Always so sweet to me." Shuri mutters and you want to look away, embarrassed, ashamed. "You love your Princess, don't you?" she asks and you shudder. "You're the Q-Queen." you remind her crossly, words tumbling as you follow towards pleasure. "No." she shakes her head. "Queen— Queen Shuri is very different, isn't she?" she asks and you falter.

"I just love you, Shuri." you promise and she suddenly looks pained. "Then why are you leaving me?" she questions and you want to answer her, truly, but it's hard. Her lips are back against your skin, they prick your skin like needles. "S—Shuri." you warn and she hums lowly. "Go ahead, my love. I know." she whispers. "Cum for me, you've been so good. My patient girl." she says and you heave. "So perfect. My babygirl, my only girl." she reiterates and you want to sob.

Maybe you will.

"All you do is take care of me, huh? But who takes care of you?" she asks and her fingers drag, and you jump. Shuri's other hand moves to keep you still. "Just wanna make it up to you, nkosazana." she whispers lowly. "Tell me that's what you want." she begs. "I want it, Shuri. Please, please, please. T-Take care of me — make me, ah — make me cum, Shuri, please." you groan in your throat and Shuri grins devilishly. "Cum for me, baby. Right now." she instructs

You cum instantly. It comes as a groan, your head seizing forward as your lips move to attack the monarch's neck. You bite and suck and kiss the supple skin, body shivering as you are thrown over the edge. Your cunt twitches, and Shuri rubs your clit through the aftershocks as the creamy proof of your release pools out of your cunt. "Oooh, my pretty girl." she drags the word as you keep shaking. "You did so well." she mutters and you can't feel your legs much.

You faintly hear the ripping of fabric, but you're too drained to react. It's only when you realize that Shuri's not stopping her assault that you find the strength to look back at where your pussy and Shuri's fingers met. She's still playing in your pussy, two fingers coating themselves in your essence, before she slides them straight into your still sensitive cunt. She's immediately moving at a brutal pace, fingers searching for the spot that would have you squirting all over her.

"Shit— Shuri, Shuri, wait. Please." you plead, and she's not hearing you. She's not even looking at your face, no, her eyes are glued on the way her fingers are digging you out. "Yithathe." ( take it ) she forewarns and your head is immediately shaking in denial. "I can't." you deny and she scoffs. "Yes, you can." she promises. "Who knows you better than me?" she asks as she presses her forehead against yours. "Hmm?" she asks and you're stammering for the answer. "Me, yeah?" she feeds you the answer she's looking for and you nod.

"Yeah, Shuri. It's you." you babble and Shuri chuckles proudly. "Who knows your pretty pussy better than me?" she asks a second later, fingers jabbing harsher as you gasp, hands flying out and landing on either side of Shuri's face as you keep her glued to you. "N—Nobody." you answer this without prompting. "That's what I thought." Shuri nods her head. "Let me treat her the way she deserves to be treated." she begs and she ghosts her lips over yours, but denies you a kiss.

"Just for one more night." she adds after a moment. "You'll let me have her, won't you?" she asks and you gasp. "Yes, fuck! Please, Shuri." you whine dumbly.

"That's my girl." she praises as she goes back to carving you out. Your pussy's well acquainted with the feel of Shuri's fingers. Every ridge, divot, arch. "You're so wet." she grunts as she takes you in. "Tell me how it feels." she pleads. "So good, baby. You make my pussy feel so good." you garble and Shuri likes you like this. "You gonna cum?" she asks and you can't answer, not as your body actively chases every thrust. "I can feel you squeezing my fingers so good. God, you're perfect." she mutters, "Love you like this." she rasps tiredly.

"God, you're everything, don't you know that?" she mutters under her breath, but you hear her all the same. "S— Shuri." you mutter and she tuts her tongue, head shaking. "Shush." she demands, and you go silent. "I just want you to cum for me." she drawls. "Flood my shit." she begs and you feel the way her fingers nudge your g-spot. How your gut buzzes, how you feel like you're feet are numbing. "Make a mess all over your princess." she says and your second orgasm shocks you. Your back arches, thighs trapping Shuri's hand tight.

She uses her free hand to yank your legs open, pulling her fingers from your cunt to rub them messily against your drenched pussy. You can feel the intensity of this orgasm as she slides them back in, pumping harshly three times in a row, before she's back to stimulating your clit. You let out a shriek as your vision goes white. You can hear it as you spray your release all over Shuri. You're entire body is twitching, tears streaming down your cheeks as the tremors rock you. They seem never ending and Shuri's ecstatic.

"Mhm, that's it, baby. Just ride that shit out for me." she says and you do, body feeling spent as you lean forward to rest yourself against Shuri's chest. "You're so good for me." Shuri mutters. "So good." her hand moves to cradle the back of your head as you shake like a leaf. "Your pussy's so perfect, made to take me, made to listen to me?" she hums and you can't answer without embarrassment gripping you. "Ndiyakuthanda." this is stated with a peck to your head. "I do." she insists. "I'm sorry." she proceeds, and you hear sniffles.

You're too tired to move, but you're certain Shuri likes it this way. "God, I'm so foolish." she chastises herself. "It's still not enough." she adds and your frown deep. "You'll still be gone." she mutters. "This is still happening." she voices. "I tried." she promises you sweetly. "I— I tried so hard to be what you needed." she says harshly. "But after mama—" she chokes on her sob, and your arms are finding solace around her, keeping her close, letting her feel you there.

"Q—Quiet." you stammer out hoarsely.

"We still have one more night, Princess." you whisper against her. "One more night to pretend this isn't our future. To pretend everything is fine." you mutter. "Don't waste it recounting regrets." you mutter. Shuri thinks this over, and she knows she'll never love harder than the way she loves you. But she still couldn't express it. She'd find a way to prove it, to find the Shuri buried beneath the rubble, and bring her back to the light. Bring her back to life.

She'd do it for you.

So you could learn to love her again.

But she'd do it for herself too.

So she could learn to love herself again.

"Wipe your tears, for right now. I'm still here. I'm right here in front of you." you mutter, and Shuri's arms surround you, her hold is comforting, familiar, strong. It brings you warmth, erupts an arsenal of emotions. "Whatever you — whatever you want to give I'll take." you finishe meekly and Shuri's certain she's fallen all over again. Yes, her ride back to victory would be well worth it. For you to look at her, one day, and to once again see her as the woman you loved, the woman you admired so deeply. It made Shuri's entire heart begin to tremor.

"Alright then, pretty girl. Take a moment, and rest. Our night's just getting started."

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vampzxi · 11 months

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toxic!Shuri x reader; OC x reader

“Nah, baby, just getting a taste.

“Fuck y-”

“I told you, you can’t do this shit better than me.”

Warnings: 18+!!! slight smut, TOXIC! Shuri (i'm sorry in advance), slightly toxic!reader, Shuri's got a twin, yall! explicit language (as always) If you liked how She Loves Me ended, I suggest you skip this one, I'm bout to fuck that all the way up (again, sorry in advance)

Word Count: 6.7k+

Tags: @shurislover @6-noir @doramilaj233 @ihearttish @vampzxi

@verachii @jessiap @phantomof-themcu @taiiunknown @sapphicvqmpires @pocketsizedpanther @oceean

Special shoutouts to my babies @venusdraco for naming Shuri's twinem and @inmyheadimobsessed for the story idea to begin with (love y'all lots)

A/N: I was supposed to post this like three days ago...and forgot...my bad, I hope yall still love me cuz I love yall

“I’m sorry, this voicemail box is full. Please hang up, and try again later.”

The line didn’t even ring- straight to voicemail she went for the umpteenth time today.

Either your phone was powered off, or you’d blocked her, and it was more likely the latter.

Shuri’s blood was boiling. If she were a cartoon, steam would be puffing from her ears. Instead, the backlight of her phone illuminated her angry features in the dark room. The device was brick-like in her grasp, the screen sporting a fresh crack from her overreaction to the photo you’d sent her before you went ghost.

Flat on your back, you lay in a sea of white sheets with one draped over your torso, barely covering your most intimate parts. The glimpse of your nipple played peek-a-boo with the camera. Pure ecstasy was written across your face, curls wild and frizzed, and eyes rolled, half-closed. You looked like a Greek goddess, etched straight out of the finest marble.

Your tongue stuck out, hanging over your lips teasingly. Shuri could practically hear your laughter rolling from it, mocking her.

The hand around your throat was the icing on the cake. She could see the indents in your skin from their fingers, and they weren’t Shuri’s fingers. It wasn’t her hand, and even more infuriating, Shuri didn’t know whose hand it was.

You were playing her game and beating her at it.

How fucking dare you?

She’d snapped a photo in retaliation and couldn’t even send it because her messages weren’t going through.

Shuri’s anger was inextinguishable. Her eyes roamed the room, fury flooding the unusually dark orbs. A weight shifted next to her, and she suddenly remembered the whore in her bed. She was attractive earlier, a nice little plaything whose moans had caused a blush to creep to the princess’s cheeks. Unfortunately for her, now she was a target whose name Shuri couldn’t even recall.

“Aye, get up.”

A deep breath escaped the girl’s chest, but she didn’t stir, and that just pissed Shuri off more.

“Get up,” her accent was thick with the venom that coated her words; her hand felt like fire against her lover’s chill shoulder. “You gotta go.”

A blond head shot up, and if Shuri’s eyes were to roll any harder, they would have rolled across the floor like marbles. She knew the bitch was pretending to be asleep.

“I gotta go?”

“Did I stutter? Get gone,” Her attention was back to her phone, back to the photo- now zoomed in as she inspected it harder.

Shuri was glad to see the girl comply; the sooner she got up out of Shuri’s room, the sooner she could investigate this shit in peace.

“Uh, you know where my panties are-?”

“Find ‘em”

Shuri knew she wouldn’t. They were folded in her pocket, a little trophy from tonight’s conquer.

“I can’t-”

An exasperated sigh left Shuri’s pretty lips, and though they remained sealed, her glare spoke in volumes.

The poor girl practically shrunk beneath the gaze, grabbing what little clothing she came with and heading to the door. “Guess I can go without them-”

Shuri was already buried back in her phone, barely noticing the door opening and shutting. She was wracking her brilliant mind, trying so hard to understand.

She wanted to understand why you were ignoring her, why you’d left. She needed clarity for the past seven months that now felt like wasted time.

You were just ungrateful. Ungrateful and greedy, that was the only explanation.

She’d spent hundreds on you, thousands, really. She bought you flowers weekly, the biggest bouquets with the most vibrant roses, tulips, and lilies you’d ever seen. She even printed your name on the card in the most expensive fonts.

She’d take you out to eat at establishments that drained her pockets. Shuri would even order for you, priding herself on knowing your favorites.

She’d taken you home to Wakanda on a week-long trip that you claimed was “unforgettable”. You’d met her mother and childhood friends, you shared a laugh with her brother and his wife.

You were just fucking ungrateful.

Sure, Shuri had come home a few times covered in dark spots, but you believed her when she told you they were bruises. She was just sparring, boxing in the gym and she’d taken a few hits.

Sure, she slipped up a few times, calling you by a name other than your own during sex, but she switched it up quickly enough for you to not notice. It’s not her fault; there were too many names to keep track of.

Yeah, you may have spotted her in a pic or two and it may or may not have been incriminating, but shit, she had told you the truth with, like, half of those.

“It wasn’t even like that-” It wasn’t; you were always blowing shit out of proportion.

“She’s just a friend-” With benefits, but you ain’t had to know all that.

“I have a long-lost twin sister-” Maybe not long and lost, but the twin part was real.

This was all your fault for not believing her.

Val fucking tore you up. Your body was sore and spent, and sleep almost overtook you. Her warm lips against your shoulder kept you conscious just long enough to hear her parting words. It was good, so fucking good.

“Get some sleep, baby. I’ll call you in the morning- don’t forget to turn your phone back on.”

You could only moan a response, far too exhausted to open your mouth. Valkyrie’s deep chuckle reverted through the room, and the sound of the door opening and closing soon followed.

Your curves sunk into the mattress beneath you and the sigh you released was therapeutic. The same thoughts you’d been trying to push away began to crawl right back, and you wished so badly that they would truly disappear.

Valkyrie was here, she was gentle, and she was healthy. She was a breath of fresh air in comparison to the air trapped in your lungs that you felt you couldn’t release.

Yet, for some reason, you couldn’t genuinely feel the happiness you feigned around her.

She’d surprise you with flowers with your name adorned on the card they were packaged with.

Your name was the only one that rolled off her lips and it sounded so sexy when it did.

There were no imaginary twin sisters, no suspicious bruises, and no damning photos with girls who weren’t you.

And still, somehow, that wasn’t enough.

It was who the flowers came from, not the name they bore.

It was the accent your name was spoken with, and it wasn’t the one you wanted.

It took the strength of a thousand men to lift your head from the pillow that supported it. Your arm was deadweight, as heavy as lead as it moved across the comforter towards your phone that lay several feet away.

The screen was much too bright when you powered the device back on and your face took cover back in the pillow until it dimmed enough for you to look at it without wincing.

Once the buzzing started, it didn’t stop. Message after message, missed call after missed call, your phone was blowing up, and the flutter in the pit of your stomach told you who it was before you even looked.

She must have gotten your picture. The one you’d asked Val to snap “just because”. The second thoughts swarmed you immediately when it came to sending it but second-guessing yourself wasn’t a habit you wanted to keep. That little blue arrow was but a seductive little tease, drawing your finger closer and closer until the next thing you saw across your screen was “delivered”.

Twenty-five.

That’s how many times Shuri had called you over the past hour, how many times she’d been sent straight to voicemail.

Hundreds of messages started to pour through, all from the same number. As clever as she was, Shuri wasn’t a woman of many words and most of her texts repeated the same thing. You only tuned in to the last handful, skimming over them just barely.

‘You think you funny?’

‘Who’s the bitch, y/n?’

‘Where the hell you at?’

‘You can’t do this shit better than me, baby.’

The smirk that made its way across your face was purely devilish. You had her bothered. Good, she should be.

This wasn’t a game you should be playing. You were supposed to be out of this toxic-ass relationship, not dipping your toe back into it, but the waters were warm and alluring, with the way they pulsed to and fro.

The temptation that soured your veins didn’t need to do much to sway you. The desire to hear her hurt, the urge to crumble her confidence, it was just too fucking strong to ignore.

The line only rang once before she picked up. Shuri didn’t speak, but you knew she was there.

“I can’t do this shit better than you, huh?”

Shuri was silent.

“Well, guess what, Shuri?”

“What y/n?”

“I am doing this shit better than you.”

A scoff was all you heard through the receiver. “Oh, you think so?”

“I do-”

Shuri’s harsh words cut you off. “I saw that picture, y/n.”

“I-”

She was giving you no chance to speak. “I know she ain’t fuck you good though, cuz she ain’t me. If she was me, she would have been too preoccupied to snap that cute lil pic. You would’ve been too distracted to send it.”

“She-”

“Cuz the bitch I had in my bed tonight ain’t have her mind on nothing else but me, baby.”

Her words tripped you up, and you stumbled and fell hard. Of course, she’d had somebody else in her bed tonight or any night. That wasn’t outside of Shuri’s norm and you knew it. Within seconds, the chime of your phone sounded, and every nerve in your body begged you not to look at it, to hang up the phone, and never turn back. Unluckily for you, though, your muscles usually moved on their own.

Across your screen popped up an image: Shuri, with a broad in her lap. Everything about the photo took your cockiness and threw it straight out the window. The girl was naked, legs spread with Shuri’s fingers dipped between them. Her pale skin glowed beneath the contrast of Shuri’s umber tone and blond hair barely touched her shoulders, the very shoulders that had your princess’s lips pressed against them.

“You fucking with white bitches now?”

Shuri’s laughter infuriated you, and fury gained dominance over your emotions, shaking you from the inside out until the phone was trembling with your anger.

“Nah, baby, just getting a taste.

“Fuck y-”

“I told you, you can’t do this shit better than me.”

“Fuck you, Shuri!” Your voice rang through the room, climbing several octaves. Its shrillness was unfamiliar to you, a sound you weren’t used to hearing in a pitch you weren’t used to hitting.

“That’s how I know she ain’t do a good job, baby, you still so angry. Want me to come over and fix it?”

This time it was a voice in the background that cut you off. Mumbled words that didn’t make any sense through the phone, muffled and whispered vibrato that was indistinguishable.

“Nah, Shuri. I want you to stop hitting my line, for good. Go enjoy your little snow bunny.”

Her deep chuckle withdrew a breath from you that got caught in the concave of your chest. “I sent ol’ girl home a long time ago. I gotta surprise for you.”

Unfortunately for Shuri, you were standing firm with a stubbornness that was just a side effect of the fury that flamed you. “Ion want any surprise you got for me.”

The pouty princess merely shook her head at your response, a sight she knew you couldn’t see. “I’ll see you in fifteen, baby.”

“Shuri, don’t you bring your ass-”

She’d hung up before you could even finish your sentence.

She could never fucking listen.

Fifteen minutes later, on the dot, a soft knock came from the heavy wood that granted access to the outside world.

Your legs swung over the side of the bed out of habit, but you truly didn’t have any intention of getting up. The knocking turned to thumping the longer you hesitated and she pounded the tough oak like she was the police.

Neighbors would begin poking their nosy heads out their doors if you continued to ignore her. It was two in the morning, and the old lady next door wouldn’t take kindly to being awoken like this.

The sheet around you would serve as a robe, just long enough for you to answer the door that would have swung right off its hinges if you were to pull on it any harder.

“Shuri, what the actual fuck-”

She stood still, leaning against your doorframe with a readable smirk dancing on her hard features. Your princess looked damn good, and she knew you knew it. The baggy tee hung loosely on her broad shoulders, and the thick, black sweats that sat low on her hips didn’t do a damn thing to hide those sexy ass dips that you used to trace with your fingers.

“Silence suits you.” Her head dipped as she pushed past and into your home.

Her voice was deep, a bit deeper than it was just moments ago when you were on the phone and she looked about your home as if she was stepping into it for the first time. Your eyes trailed her body so slowly you’d have thought the two of you were frozen in time.

“Y-you cut your hair?”

Her curly top was gone. Like, gone-gone, not just the sides like before, but the whole damn head.

Instinctually, her hand rose to brush out the faded cut, like a habit she’d developed in minutes. “It’s always been cut, baby.”

Her hand outstretched toward you, luring your stunned figure straight to hers. She’d cast a spell and you were enchanted, letting her lead your body to hers until your breasts, barely concealed by the slipping sheet, were pressed firmly against her torso.

“Sh-Shuri, I’m not fucking stupid-”

“I never said you were, baby girl.”

It was much easier to ignore the charm in her voice when it was over the phone. Now, with her hands on your flesh and her fingers toying with the dimples in your back, her magic was much harder to resist.

Your words were lost in a void, and a hush fell over the room, over the space, over the two of you.

She was just toying with you, that’s all. That’s what you tried convincing yourself. Shuri didn’t want to do anything but come over here and play with your feelings.

But if that was the case, and you knew that was the case, why couldn’t you push her away?

Why did your heart thump a little harder when her eyes dropped to your lips and stayed there?

Why did anticipation creep through your belly when her head got lower and lower and lower-

Why didn’t you stop her when her lips touched yours?

It was so gentle, the way her mouth met yours. You can’t remember the last time Shuri kissed you so tenderly.

Her grip around your waist tightened, and if she pulled you any closer, your bodies would become one.

The sweet sound of your sigh was melodious and just as you began to melt beneath the heat of her caress, she pulled away.

It was such a pathetic sound, to hear you whine for a girl you weren’t even sure you wanted, and yet you did.

“What’s the matter, baby?” The heat on your hip traveled to your pouted lips when her hand left to graze the bottom one with the tip of her thumb.

What the fuck was the matter?

Here stood Shuri, the source of your headaches and late-night cry sessions. The liar, manipulator, player-girl on campus whom everyone wanted and everyone could get.

Here stood Shuri, the source of the thoughts that spun through your brain. The jokester, genius, who would move the heavens and the earth for you if you asked.

“Y-you gotta go-”

The whisper was so low, you weren’t sure she’d heard you. When she made no move to drop her hand from your naked body, you were sure she hadn’t.

“Shuri, you have to go-”

“Why?” Her question cut your orders short and the fact that she even questioned you ignited anger.

“‘Why?’ Fuck do you mean ‘why?’”

“Why, baby? Why I gotta go?” Her arms snaked around you even tighter, and she dropped her head into the crook of your neck. The warmth of her breath tickled as she descended, causing a stifling giggle to catch in your throat.

“Do you want me to go?”

Seduction rang throughout her tone, and like a siren’s call, it almost pulled you under.

Almost.

“I-I want you to go, Shuri.”

“Why, baby?”

“Because just an hour ago, you had some bitch in your bed-”

“Should’ve been you-”

“But it wasn’t, Shuri. It usually isn’t more often than it is.”

“Is it?”

Rage fueled your hands to fly with exasperation, and the girl before you flinched, as though they would come back down onto her.

“I’m not fucking dumb, Shuri-”

“Aren’t you?”

The response came from Shuri’s voice, you knew that for sure, but the girl standing before you hadn’t opened her mouth.

“Usisi-” That one came from the Shuri standing in front of you, slithering from between her clenched teeth like a reptilian.

Her eyes were no longer trained on you. She was staring at something behind you, a moving figure from the way her eyes shifted back and forth, and you almost didn’t want to turn around to know what it was.

Damn, those muscles that moved without instruction.

Shuri Udaku was standing in front of you, hands glued to your waist with a shortcut that she didn’t have yesterday, and yet, somehow, she was also standing behind you, leaning against your doorframe with crossed arms and the same curls that always hung over her furrowed brows.

You weren’t sure how long you’d stopped breathing, but it was long enough to earn a too-loud gasp at the sight before you.

Curly-haired Shuri’s arms dropped, and her hands fell into her oversized pockets before she started making her way toward you, and Short-cut Shuri’s grip on your body tightened.

“You’re not fucking dumb, y/n?”

A gaped mouth was all you could offer up in response.

“You play this game better than me?”

Still nothing.

It’s like you’d regressed back to infancy, forgetting what words were and how to use them.

They didn’t make any sense in your scrambled mind, this didn’t make any fucking sense.

“Ngaba kufuneka uthethe naye ngolo hlobo (You gotta talk to her like that)?”

“Thula (Shut up), usisi”

Foreign tongues spewing foreign words. Shuri times two, standing ahead of you, arguing with herself.

Your Shuri’s eyes shifted, taking in your barely covered body, still in her clone’s grasp, and you could practically see the fire ignite behind her gaze.

“Nalla, izandla zakho (your hands).”

“Kuthekani ngabo (What about them)?”

“Get them off my girl.” Finally, something you could understand. It was slow, the way the duplicate dropped her hands from your hips and brought them down to her side. As soon as hers were gone, Shuri’s replaced them, and the way she pulled your body into hers was rough. It should have hurt her, the harshness with which your back hit her front and her arms wrapped around you in defense.

“Baby-” Shuri’s lips brushed against your ear as she spoke directly into it.

“Sh-Shuri, wha-” It was barely a legible sentence, coming out in gasps that were lulled to silence by Shuri’s shushes.

“I told you I had a surprise for you, baby.” She spoke to you between kisses that were planted gently against behind your ear, trailing down your neck.

The Shuri behind you was the one speaking; it was her warmth you felt and her arms that engulfed you, and yet, it was the Shuri in front of you that had your attention. Your eyes couldn’t leave hers, with a thousand questions burning behind them.

“A surprise-” The crazy octaves you were reaching earlier had long gone, and every syllable that spilled from between your lips was so low, it took concentrating ears to hear.

Mhm, the vibrations from Shuri’s hum tickled against your neck. “Remember that twin you called imaginary?”

“Imaginary-” you parroted absentmindedly.

“Meet the imaginary bitch with whom I shared a womb-”

“Mazenja (bitch), hm?”

“Andizange ndithintitha (I didn’t stutter). Baby girl, Nalla. Nalla, baby girl. Umntwana wam oyintombazana (My baby girl).”

Nalla. You’d never heard Shuri speak of a ‘Nalla’ except for when she was making up a sorry-ass excuse. Yet, here she was, standing before you, a smirk smile etched across the perfect face she shared with her sister. Here she stood, reaching toward you until your hand was in hers and her lips pressed against it, leaving behind a warmth you wanted to feel again.

It didn’t last long enough, though, with Shuri pulling your hand from her sister’s grasp with a click of her tongue.

“Shuri, Nalla-”

“I think you broke her, usisi.” A deep chuckle left Nalla’s lips, and her hand swayed back and forth in front of your gaze, trying hard to break whatever trance you were trapped in.

Shuri’s guard on you broke when the phone in her pocket began to buzz, snatching away her attention, and Nalla swooped in. Her hands tugged yours, pulling you away from her sister until the two of you stood chest-to-chest.

“Come back, baby girl. It ain’t that mind-blowing,” her whispers matched yours, speaking low enough to avoid Shuri’s wandering ears.

She underestimated her sister’s intelligence; Shuri was no dummy. From the corner of her eye, she could see her twin luring you into her space and how willingly you just stepped into it. Suddenly, the phone in her grasp was no longer of interest, and neither was the needy bitch she was entertaining in it.

One foot in front of the other, you were lulled by Nalla, closer and closer and closer, until the vibrations of Shuri clearing her throat shattered the bubble you allowed yourself to become encapsulated in.

“Was I interrupting something?” The question could have easily just floated through the air unanswered, had you not turned toward the sound of her voice and seen the arch in her brows and venom in her frown.

Words still hadn’t found their way back to you yet and there you stood, voice gone as though it’d been stolen straight from your throat.

Nalla took control of the impending situation while your brain was wracked for something to say and your needy eyes looked on from one sister to the other.

“Nah,” her long, veiny hands rubbed along the carve of her chin, and the shackled staring contest between the two of you was broken when her eyes found the ground beneath her. “Nah, Shuri.”

“Then back up. You a little too close to my girl.”

“Intombi yakho (Your girl)?” Nalla’s scoff is low, but not low enough, and it does nothing to diffuse her sister’s anger. She’s yet to release your hands from hers and Shuri’s taken notice.

“Yintoni ingxaki (What’s the problem)?”

“I didn’t say anything, Shuri-”

“You didn’t have to-”

“Nigga, you called me over here-” The lookalikes are speaking as though you’re not standing between them, trapped in a Wakandan princess sandwich-

“Yeah, to iseti the irekhodi ngqo, not try and fuck on intombi yam!” Shuri’s english always breaks when she’s upset; a habit she’s yet to control. Half the sentence is in Xhosa and despite the few months you’d spent with her and the few weeks you’d spent in her country, the words still sounded foreign to your unfamiliar ears.

“Was she your girl when Snow White was laid up in your sheets earlier tonight?”

The step Shuri took toward her sister shook the ground below as though she’d moved the Heavens and the Earth to approach the two of you.

“Fuck you say, Nalla?”

This was not a situation you wanted to be in the middle of, quite literally. Their native tongues flew, leaving you out of a loop that you found yourself to be at the center of. Nalla’s hand rose,pressing against Shuri’s chest and keeping her a full arm’s length away while you stayed squished between the two, barely reaching chin level.

While one twin bore an expression of pure rage, the other was totally amused. Shuri’s nostrils were flared, her teeth bare. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides, and you were certain that she was staring past you with a crimson hue.

Cowardice ran a single shiver down your spine, one which made itself more dramatic the more you tried to hide it. It missed Shuri’s eyes, but Nalla took notice and her brows met together in the middle with your reaction toward her sister.

“Kufuneka uhambe (You should go), Shuri.”

Her words were accessorised with little droplets of spit that collected at the corners of her mouth, her jaw taut with anger. “You taking her side? She-”

“I’m not taking nobody side, Shuri, but you’re scaring her.”

You weren’t scared. Who the hell did Nalla think she was, to accuse you of such an emotion?

Fear was an emotion that had escaped long ago when it came to Shuri, and while her fury was scorching, Nalla stood behind you, cooling the burn caused by your former flame.

You weren’t scared, though shocked you stood still, with Nalla’s hands still covering yours and her chest a rooted grounding point against your back.

“You should go-”

“I’m not-”

“Go, Shuri.” Damn your voice for sounding so small, damn you for feeling so trivial.

“Go?”

Your nod was pathetic, as was the way you restrained from wincing when Shuri scoffed.

“Are you serious?”

Another pitiful nod.

“Ha, ight. Let’s go-” Shuri spun toward the door too easily; with no fight. She’d been expecting to hear the sound of her sister’s footsteps follow-

The room remained silent.

Her slow turn was menacing, facing the pair once more, hiding the shock that etched its way across her face when she saw Nalla, standing where she had been before.

“Nalla, masihambe (let’s go).”

“I-” Nalla appeared stuck, flashing frantic eyes between you and her sister, unsure of which way to turn.

“Do you want me to go?” It was a question meant for you, just for you, as her whisper floated directly from her lips and towards your ear.

The room was still, three bodies awaiting an answer.

A confident ‘yes’ should have been your answer. She was a stranger, blood-related to the trigger of your trauma. They shared the same face, strong nose, and sculpted jaw and all. Their hands were similar, but where one grabbed at you roughly, the other stroked you to safety.

Your right shoulder bore the devil Shuri, the one who lied and cheated out of habit. The one who manipulated you like a game and lost her temper like you were a child. She made your stomach hurt, made your head tight with anxiety.

And on your left, was the angel Nalla. Maybe not an angel in truth, but an angel in comparison. You knew nothing of her other than her name, and she, you, yet here she stood, in defiance to her sister to offer you solitude and security. Her hand never left yours, and in thirty minutes, she’d treated you more tenderly than her carbon copy had in seven months.

You leisurely shook your head to and fro, the dome weighing too heavily on your shoulders by all the thoughts that consumed it.

Shuri’s laughter was heinous and it traveled with a chill like ice in your veins. “You for real?”

“She said go, Shuri.”

“Fine,” the princess spat, stepping into your personal space. She was so close, your noses were practically kissing.

Nalla’s grip on the fabric collected at your waist tightened and she was ready to pull you into the safety of her arms if her sister’s temper were to pop off.

“Fine, y/n. I’ll go, but ole’ girl tonight been better than you in seven mon-”

“That’s enough, Shuri. Hamba (Go).”

She parted without another word, and all you and Nalla could do was linger in the remaining essence of her presence.

Nalla’s deep vibrato broke through the silence first. “You good?”

If you were to nod anymore tonight, your head would roll across the floor like a bowling ball.

You were avoiding eye contact with the girl who so closely resembled the source of your hurt. Her head dipped until your gazes were level and a sympathetic smirk played across her chin. “She scared you mute?”

An audible sigh of relief escaped her parted lips when a smirk of your own mirrored hers and teased the corners of your mouth up. “I thought silence suits me?”

The heart beating in your chest stopped when her laughter rang through and my God, it sounded so much like Shuri’s.

“I was wrong, I guess,” Her eyes fall to the floor, searching for anything to look at but you.

“My bad.”

“Fuck you apologizing for?”

“I thought you was just gonna stop at ‘fuck you’”, Nalla laughed again, and this time, you could feel it in your toes. “Nah, ma, I’m sorry for her. I haven’t really been keeping up with her shit these past couple of years-”

“You good.”

“I’m good?”

“Yeah, and I’m good on the apology and shit. Shit sappy, I’m cool.”

Nalla’s silent and for a moment, the two of you are frozen in time, just gazing at one another.

“Why you want me to stay?”

Your shrug was too nonchalant of an answer, and the way her head cocks to the left tells you just that. Any thought behind the question didn’t even bother to cross your mind before you responded. “You kissed me.”

On instinct, in a habit she’d surely picked up over a few years, Nalla’s hand passes over her barren scalp. “I did,” she admits through clenched teeth.

Here stood not-Shuri. She looked like Shuri, but she was not-Shuri. She’d kissed you gently, not like Shuri. She’d kept you safe, not like Shuri. She’d protected you, not like Shuri, from Shuri.

“I liked it.”

Nalla’s entire expression changed at your confession. Her perfectly arched brows jump to the top of her face with a look of undeniable surprise.

“I want you to do it again.”

Her breath caught in her throat when you closed the already non-existent gap between the two of you. “You do?”

Her question was lazy, as was the way her head fell to the side and her gaze deepened upon you.

You nodded one last time before your lips hesitantly met, almost as though this kiss were forbidden and neither of you knew who was to initiate it.

The kiss was forbidden, but once Nalla’s soft mouth descended onto yours, control rolled over into her court, along with your tongue.

How slow, how sensual could a kiss be before one of the participating parties would need to come up for air?

Nalla’s lips were just begging for your teeth to sink into their plumpness and the guttural groan it produced proved it to be a good idea.

Her hands tickled as they roamed your body, trying so hard to keep up the sheet that concealed your intimates while also searching for somewhere to rest while her mouth worked on yours.

The feeling was distracting and the damn sheet had to go.

Your lips never left hers when your arms rose to drop the white sea of fabric from your figure, allowing it to pool at your feet. Nalla couldn’t pull herself away from you to gaze upon the blessing you’d just feasted upon her and the control she once held was now transferred into your court.

With the guidance of your hands, rested underneath the shelf which held your ass high and your hips higher. She lifted you as though you weighed nothing, wrapping your long legs around her waist, bringing your body just a bit higher than hers.

You were mesmerized; the way she handled you was mouthwatering. You weren’t sure if it was the want to get over Shuri or the desire to wash Valkyrie’s touch from you, but you needed this.

This unfamiliar person whose lips you were starting to like the taste of and whose touch burned your flesh in all the right ways.

“Bedroom-” Nalla didn’t appreciate you breaking the kiss, immediately reconnecting your lips and ignoring your words.

Biting her lips once more proved successful to separate yourself for just a moment, though it was a moment too long for the princess.

Mm, hummed from the back of your throat. “Nalla, bedroom-”

“Are you sure?” her panting was hard to control; neither of you realized how long you’d gone without air due to the distractions you served for one another.

“I’m sure.”

Whininess was not a trait you usually held, but it seemed to be a recurring trend tonight. Nalla released you from the air, from her arms gently, sharing in your sadness when your feet touched the ground and your bodies no longer touched.

“Show me.”

Her hand felt like it was sculpted to fit in yours. It molded too-perfectly into yours as the two of you walked down the short hallway, turning the corner to your bedroom, with the bed still messy from you and Val’s rendezvous just hours earlier.

Nalla couldn’t hold back the smile that fell upon her features at the sight of your safe space. “Cute,” it was murmured, and she hadn’t even considered the possibility that you’d heard her.

“I know-”

The corner of her lip tucked between her canines and it had your tummy doing somersaults. Your knees buckled beneath her stare and the hunger behind her eyes. “Um,” Damn, she had you stammering. “Where do you want me?”

Her steps towards you were quick and effortless, as was the way she lifted you by the back of your knees and threw you atop the disheveled sheets. Your naked body bounced with the force of the quick movements and your thighs fell apart to brace yourself for the impact.

“Right there. I want you right there.”

Your pussy was on display to the girl before you and it had her hypnotized. She wasn’t even looking at your face anymore, too focused on your pretty brown and pink folds as she dropped to her knees.

Her arms hooked underneath your thighs, pulling your bare body to the edge of the bed, closer to her. She sank back onto her knees when your pussy rested in her face.

The anticipation in the room was thick enough to cut through and a sexy waiting game ensued. You sat, weight resting on your left arm with Nalla’s head between your thick thighs, not moving but wanting so badly to be.

She had all the patience in the world, sitting and watching your slickness collect and drip, inviting her tongue to lap up the nectar that was being wasted.

You had no patience at all, wiggling your hips, inviting her in, wanting to feel the same soft tongue that explored your mouth explore your cunt.

“You just gonna sit there and stare at it?”

Nalla didn’t move a muscle, other than her eyes, to look up at you. “Just waiting for permission, baby girl.”

“Permission? Nigga, I’m sitting here with my pussy in your face-”

Your words got lost in your throat when a cool stream of air hit your cunt and it quivered beneath Nalla’s gaze.

“Tell me I can, baby-”

“Nalla, man-” You’d never been so whiny with Shuri, never this needy for Val.

“Tell me I can eat it, y/n. Tell me I can play with you. I need to hear you say it.”

If she would have just touched you already, she’d have known you were fucking soaked; she wouldn’t have needed verbal confirmation.

“You can eat it, Nalla, please-”

The rest of your sentence was swallowed by loud and proud moans. Nalla’s flattened tongue spreading your lips and tasting from hole to hole. The muscles in your abdomen tightened at the sudden sensation and your legs curled into your body, allowing the focused girl all the access she wanted.

Nalla was a fucking munch. She kissed at your cunt the same way she did your lips, slowly and sensually and so seductively. Her tongue dipped into your hot core, licking up your taste from the source. Your moans were her melodies, egging her on to continue.

“Ohhh, my gawdddd, Nalla, shit-” Words just thrown together, that made sense in the beginning, and made much less sense now. The tip of her nose rotated about your clit while her mouth swallowed you whole. Every sensation she brought upon you was a new one, from the way she lapped at your lips, to the way she just barely brushed your clit with teasing moves.

You wanted so badly to grab at her hair, but the lack thereof left your hands empty and grasping for something until they rested upon your own breasts. Harsh tugging and not-so-gentle rubbing of your erect nipples between the tips of your thumb and index finger contrasted boldly with the slow way Nalla used her entire tongue to rub across your cunt.

“You taste so fucking good,” The accent, the cussing, the way she licked and sucked as though you were the best meal she’s ever had, it was almost too much.

Your moans morphed into grunts the closer she brought you to your edge. Your clit was so round, so smooth and it fit so perfectly in her mouth when her lips enclosed around it, sucking the little bean hard and flicking the tip of her tongue over it in rapid succession.

“I-uh, I’m close, I’m close-”

It would have been polite to warn the Wakandan that you were a squirter, but your words were slurred together and she couldn’t decipher where one began and another ended. She felt your impending orgasm, with the way your wetness collected on her chin and your clit swelled between her puckered lips.

She was unsuspecting when her index finger played between your folds. Just one, then two, and three, playing at your entrance, but not daring to enter.

But you were so wet, so fucking slick. A slight twitch in your movements caused Nalla’s fingers, all three, to stretch you out as they entered with no warning.

“Oh fuck!” Nalla’s lips released your clit and she planted herself at your entrance, still three fingers deep, mouth open and tongue out. Your cum dripped down her chin, trailing down her neck and falling to the bed as she tried hard to not let any go to waste. What a sticky mess you’d made, in a way that you never had with Val.

Nalla’s eyes bore into your soul when the grip of your warm pussy finally released her hand and she stuck all three fingers in her mouth, sucking your taste off of them and savoring every drop.

“Anybody ever tell you you taste so fucking amazing?”

“Do I?”

Again, she bore that lip bite that could rip the clothes off a nun. “You do.”

“Lemme taste.”

Every muscle in her arm was visible as she raised from her knees and onto her feet, slinking across the bed until her face was right in front of yours.

Your hands were still shaky, recovering from your orgasm, when you brought them up to her face and pulled her lips to yours, taking her bottom lip in your mouth and sucking your taste right off of it.

Nalla’s eyebrows rose in amusement that quickly faded when you pulled her face in again, entangling your tongues together as your cum passed back and forth between your two mouths.

The girl before you smirked when you let her come up from air, eyes glued to your lips before they rose to meet yours. Her sultry lip bite was enough to ignite another round and her whispered words found your ear as she laid you gently against the cool sheets underneath you.

“You nasty girl-”

Nasty indeed. Who didn't play this game better, Shuri?

#dizzyreads #STROKING IT!!!#shuri x reader #black panther #oh my god.#this awakened something nasty in me

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