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Work for It || valentine's day piece #3

pairing: shuri ✘ black!reader

summary: signs point to shuri having forgotten valentine's day, until she decides to surprise you. (requested)

word count: 4.5k

contains: smut (18+) with minimal plot, sub!shuri (because duh), dom!reader, choking, oral (shuri receiving), face sitting, squirting, overstimulation, reader is a little mean, orgasm denial, fingering, praise!kink

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divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: this one has a tiny bit of plot because it was a request, but like it really don't fr. sub!shuri, you already know how i feel about you! last valentines piece, i hope y'all enjoyed everything. i slaved over the stove to cook these up.

translations: sthandwa - my love, mtuwam - my person, ndiyacela - please, sphalaphala sam - my pretty one

You smiled to yourself, adding the finishing touches to the Valentine’s Day gift box you curated specifically for Shuri. It was stuffed full of her favorite candies and a hand-crafted bouquet of chocolate bars. You added in a few fidget toys for her to play with at her desk, and there was a bear made entirely of lavender roses. And then there were the cookies you baked, cookies that mirrored the shape of the purple herb she’d recently ingested.

It was fitting you thought, and very on-theme. This was your first Valentine’s Day as a couple and you wanted Shuri to feel special, like she was the only girl in the world. Because she was, Shuri was the only woman you ever saw. Her presence was all you wanted to know.

Truthfully though, you were a little nervous about the upcoming holiday. Valentine’s Day was less than twenty-four hours away and not once did Shuri mention it. There was no utterance of spending the day together, having dinner, other activities. It worried you, but to ease your mind you convinced yourself she had a surprise planned. It wasn't illogical to assume, she'd surprised you in the past, and there was potential for her to do that now. That would only be possible however, if she ever stepped out of that lab of hers.

You were headed there now anyway, the plan was to ask her to be your Valentine using the cookies. It was the cutest idea, scribbling the question across the dessert and presenting it to your girlfriend. You giggled at the thought, blushing profusely as you placed the iced cookie in a small decorative container. Shuri was going to love it.

•••

“Princess, you have a guest.” You stepped into the lab sporting a large grin, one that was impossible to wipe away. There she sat, eyebrows knitted in concentration. It was adorable. She was aware of your arrival, and she acknowledged the AI’s announcement, but she didn't look up from her work. Shuri tinkered with an old design of her gauntlets, their distinct panther shape made them easy to identify as you crept up behind her.

She chuckled softly, finally speaking to you. “Are you attempting to sneak up on me, mtuwam?”

You giggled, kissing her cheek softly, “No.”

“Good, because that wouldn't be very smart.”

You pulled up a seat next to her, frowning a little for dramatics. “Are you calling me stupid?”

“Well, I mean…”

You gasped, appalled by the quickness of her response. “Shuri!” You threw the closest thing you could find at her, which just so happened to be a tiny screw sitting on the sleek table top. It was ineffective in its ability to cause harm, but your point was made nonetheless.

Shuri doubled over in laughter and you could only scowl at her. How dare she? “I'm sorry, my love. It was a joke, you know I adore your mind.”

“Mhmm.”

Her eyes shifted to the container of cookies and they lit instantly. She was hungry, there was no doubt there. Shuri had a terrible habit of forgetting to eat when she found herself entirely focused on a project, and it was up to you to make sure she didn't wither away. “Are those for me?”

“They were for you. But I don't think I want you to have them anymore.”

She copied your frown, adding a pout she knew you couldn't deny and you rolled your eyes. “Come on. I said I was sorry, you don't have to be like that.”

“I don't accept your apology.” It was a lie, you knew it, Shuri knew it. You hated her ability to read you so. It wasn't fair, at least not in this case.

She smirked, scooting her chair closer to you and the fresh cookies. “You are a terrible liar.”

You narrowed your eyes at her, working swiftly with your retort, “And you're a terrible girlfriend.”

“Ouch. But I will allow that if it means I get to have one of those.” She smiled at you, and your strength to deny her waned the longer that pretty face held your gaze. It wasn’t long before you cracked, grabbing the container and popping the lid off begrudgingly.

The aroma of fresh baked goods created a fog around the both of you and you watched the way Shuri inhaled the scent, letting it waft inside her and slither into her depths. You plucked one off the top, the special one, and biting back your grin seemed impossible. You stuck it out to her timidly, hanging your head, and she received it with sheer excitement. “Yes!”

Thundering in your chest made concentrating difficult. There was a speech, you’re sure. It was seared into your mind, but now, the words did not exist.

“This is a special cookie I–” When you lifted your head, you were astonished to find your girlfriend dusting the crumbs off her hands and reaching for another. “Shuri.”

“That was delicious. Can I have another one?”

You tilted your head, perplexed. That was the only way to describe your feelings as you sat before her. “Shuri.”

“Yes?” Her focus was hardly on you, her attention centered around the cookies you made for her. Something bubbled inside your chest, a familiar feeling that had never once emerged around Shuri. Annoyance. You were annoyed with Shuri.

You eyed her calmly, exhaling softly. “Did you look at it? The cookie?”

“What? Oh, love, they’re tiny heart-shaped herbs! That is amazing mtuwam, your talent for baking should really be studied.”

Her excitement was genuine, that you were certain of, and it made the task of being annoyed with her all the more challenging. You were in new territory, being upset with Shuri was foreign. Her eyes were still on you, she was still smiling, blissfully ignorant of her wrongdoing. There was no desire to yell at her, but you sure wished there was. Instead, there was only urge to kiss her goodnight and leave the lab quietly. “Do you happen to know what tomorrow is, Princess?”

The formal use of her title to address her was not a thing you did, not ever. She had always been Shuri to you, even before when you were only friends, she was your Shuri. So of course, this confused her. Shuri raised her brow, clearly racking her brain for the correct answer, the one you wanted her to respond with.

“Um, Tuesday?”

And that solidified it all for you. Shuri had forgotten Valentine’s Day. Normally, something like this would not be a big deal, but seeing as it was your first as a couple, you expected a lot more on her end. Especially considering all the work you put in for her. No matter, if Shuri had forgotten, why didn’t you also get that choice? To forget. Forget the cookies, the gifts, all of it.

You plastered a toothy grin on your face, cracking the scowl you were sure she witnessed moments ago. A simple nod, that’s the thing that jarred her. She was aware she fucked up, the reason was still absent in her mind, but Shuri was always aware of when you were upset. She’d never had to deal with those feelings being directed at her though, and she was struggling through an internal panic. Her face said it all. “You are correct, tomorrow is Tuesday, my love.”

You stood and Shuri flinched, trying her hardest to dodge your daggered words.

“I can’t help but feel like I’ve upset you, mtuwam.”

You shook your head, placing a kiss atop her braids. “I’m fine. Here, have the rest of the cookies.”

Your actions contrasted your words entirely. Shuri knew you were in no way fine, and the harsh way you shoved the bowl into her chest concreted her observation.

“See you when you get home.” Malice laced every syllable as you strode out of her space and back onto the elevator. You knew she watched you leave, her stare was always recognizable. Entering on a high and leaving on a low was not in the cards you had selected for yourself.

•••

The next morning, you were up and out the door before Shuri. She’d crept into bed late, nestling into you as a form of apology, or at least it was the conclusion you'd drawn. You allowed her to cuddle you, there was nary a night she went without sleeping in your arms, and it would never be your plan to deny her now. Even if you were still irritated with her, and you were.

It was the first night gone to bed without some sort of sexual contact, and it only added to your frustration. Stopping your brain from mulling over the entire ordeal was a task you could not complete. Maybe you were being dramatic, maybe you should cut her some slack. You knew how her mind worked, you didn't understand it, but you were acutely aware of how she functioned. So of course a silly little holiday like Valentine’s Day would slip her mind?

It didn't make sense to you though, you knew how Shuri's mind worked. Forgetting your first Valentine's together was not like her. She paid attention to everything. Shuri was strategic, she was a planner. How could she miss this?

That's why it hurt, you guessed. Because Shuri was indeed a planner, and if she truly cared, something would've been planned. But she didn't. And it wasn't.

The day dragged on without so much as a call from Shuri, and by the time you arrived home from work, you were quite literally over the entire so-called ‘day of love.’ Your co-workers received flowers and chocolate from their partners, and all your brain conjured was the image of Shuri’s gift stuffed behind your shoes in the closet.

It was dark when you slid the front door open, darker than it should be. “Griot, lights please.”

They flicked on, and there stood a hopeful Shuri surrounded by custom pink balloons, holding the largest arrangement of Sunflowers you’d ever seen. She'd hand picked them from your garden and the sight of their beauty almost made you crack. Shuri was not playing fair, she knew how emotional you became over your garden and your flowers.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, mtuwam.”

You said nothing, only eyeing her nervous figure up and down. Her eyes fell to something on the table and you followed them. A box, similar size to the one you had made for her, but this one was… techy. It was of her creation. Curiosity bubbled in your chest, but you had to remember what that same emotion did to an innocent cat all those whiles ago.

“You can open it. It's for you.” Her chuckle was anxious and uncertain. You liked that. “I know what I said yesterday, about not knowing what today was. Obviously that was a lie.”

Your words stayed locked away. You lifted the lid and peered down at its contents. The corner of your mouth twitched only slightly, and you were quick to put a stop to it.

Her vibranium gauntlets stared back at you, glinting under the kitchen light. They were pretty, but that was a given. You loved them, wanted to touch them, hold them. But she would not receive that satisfaction.

“I updated them for you. I want you to have them, my love.”

Her eyes pleaded with you, want spilling from her sockets. Shuri wanted you. She wanted you to forgive her, which you had already done the moment you saw her. Anger at your girlfriend was a short-lived thing, you'd discerned. And perhaps you preferred it so.

“Say something, ndiyacela.” A half smile decorated her face and you took note of the hesitancy there. Shuri did not plan to show enjoyment until she was certain the two of you were on the exact same page. You were, but she was unaware, and you wanted to keep it that way for a while longer.

You let your fingers trace the lustrous black box, running the tips along the purple trimmings. “Hmm.”

“Hmm? What is hmm?”

Avoiding her eyes was the task. If her brown globes locked on yours a moment before you were ready for them to, she’d know. Because Shuri knew you. “It's a nice box. A satisfactory last minute gift I suppose.”

“My love, it was not last minute. I’ve had this planned for weeks.”

“Weeks?” You reached for one of the gauntlets sitting pretty in the box, picking it up and inspecting it with faux boredom.

Shuri nodded, stepping closer to you. “Weeks.”

She caught your eyes then and her smile spread slowly across those lips you loved dearly. It didn't even take a second to register, Shuri knew instantly that she was once again in your good graces. “Is that gift hidden terribly in the back of our closet for me?”

“No.”

She snaked her arms around your waist, yanking you close as she ghosted the press of her lips over yours. “Liar.”

“It was supposed to be yours, but then you–”

She smirked, “Ate your Valentine’s cookie without answering the question you’d written on it?”

She laughed at the understanding coloring your face and you smacked her, “So you did see it!”

“I did. It was cute. And the answer is yes by the way, I would love nothing more than to be your valentine.”

You couldn't help your squeal and Shuri laughed again. She kissed you desperately and you felt the want radiating off her. “Does that mean I get to fuck you now?”

Shuri exhaled, “Bast, I hope so.”

You tugged on her top, and she ridded her body of it in assistance, allowing your excited lips to back her all the way into your bedroom. You shoved Shuri hard onto the mattress and she bounced. Words were not necessary for her to know you needed her naked. Her bottoms came off and so did her panties, and she waited patiently for you. Shuri was going to need a lot of that tonight, patience.

Once undressed, you stalked toward her on the bed. Shuri laid back expectantly and you gripped her knees, spreading her wide. She was so drenched and her hole was beyond eager for you. “Lying to me was quite the choice. Not a smart one, but a choice all the same.”

“It wasn't the best idea, I’m not afraid to admit that.” She giggled, opening herself wider. Shuri's folds sparkled below you, and you wrestled with the urge to sink your tongue deep inside her.

You reached forward, clasping her throat in your fist right before she sucked in her last gust of oxygen. For a while you just held her like that. She looked so pretty like that. “Nod if you're okay.”

She followed your instructions, bobbing her head up and down in response and you smirked. You pulled her upwards by her neck, loosening your squeeze some. That little gasp, you listened for it, and it came immediately on cue. She breathed in what she could, leaving everything else up to chance. Shuri left her consciousness up to chance when she was with you.

You held onto her throat as you kissed her roughly and she smiled into it. Needy whines picked up, Shuri’s whines, and they were beginning to get to you. Holding off on touching her where she needed you most was the goal, but doing so was proving to be difficult. Your own frustration was at play, not just Shuri’s, and you did want her.

Her body fell backwards when you let her go, and her huge intake of air pleased you. “Do you want me to touch you, love?”

“Yes.” A rushed response.

Your lips connected with her cheek, pecking lightly and she sighed into it. It was the tenderness, this lulled her. That peck was your softest gesture yet, so Shuri clung to it. “Where?”

Tattooed fingers dove into her ocean as she showed you where she wanted you. It was the sexiest thing, seeing Shuri please herself in front of you. Unashamed. Undeterred. She flicked her clit, whining from the pressure build.

“Keep rubbing yourself like that for me.” Shuri rolled her erect nipple between her digits, pinching hard on her bud. It was easy for Shuri to get lost in her own bliss, she did it often, and it happened swiftly. She would do anything to quell her arousal. You watched from above as she circled her core, massaging tenderly. Her wetness was audible, you loved hearing her pussy, loved hearing how wet she got for you.

She thrashed about, wailing in that indicating way; her orgasm was near. Shuri readied her fingers at her entrance, needing to be filled and you permitted it with a kiss. You permitted the image of it, her preparation. The act itself however, you did not allow to occur. You smacked at her hand, moving it from her hole and she whined.

“You don't get to do that, you have not earned it.”

Your lips collided with hers and she moaned out, surprised. Her core heaved for you, and you responded with flattery, pushing through her wetness to tease her nub a bit. You kept her tongue in your mouth the entire time, sucking faintly on it as you allowed her juices to coat your hand. Shuri whimpered beneath you, her body spasming, and you could tell that same impending release was attempting to break free. You wouldn’t have that.

“Please love…” She whined and you locked eyes with her. You sunk a single digit into her hole and Shuri screeched. “More!”

“Do you think you deserve more?” Another slipped in, and slowly, you fucked her with your fingers. She kept her eyes on you, and that glint sparked something, her yearning glare awoke a carnal desire within you. She said nothing and a smirk curled your lips. “Are you planning to answer me?”

Shuri nodded, and it shocked you. “Oh?”

You pulled her nipple into your mouth, teeth grazing it lightly. Shuri’s exhale was shaky, desperate. The tone of her breath was familiar, it was a contemplating one. She was at a loss. On one hand, you knew she wanted to obey you, craved it even. But on the other, she was desperate to come, and you were not moving at a pace she liked.

Pushing off her, you settled your back against the cool headboard, spreading your legs and gesturing for her to slip herself between you. Shuri’s back pressed to your front, head on your chest, and immediately, your fingers were in her cunt again. You taunted her clit, slowly working your way to her leaking hole. A harsh tug on her neck made her face you and her response was a startled gasp.

“Do you think you deserve more than what I am giving you, sthandwa? Am I being unfair?” This time she answered correctly, shaking her head as you scissored your fingers inside of her. Her moans carried, they rang in your ears and climbed the walls, drilling claws into their very foundation. Shuri pushed her fingers through your locs, pulling your head down for a passionate kiss. The intensity of it made you want to let up, you wanted to allow her to come. You held tight to her jaw as you worked her, sinking the tips of your fingers further into her slickness.

“Tell me when you’re close.” You whispered it into her ear, and she nodded. She opened her legs wider for you, wanting you to have the best angle possible. Seeing her this desperate to be pleased was new, usually you granted all of her requests, but that was not the case now. You wanted her to suffer in this moment, you got off on the thought of building her up and refusing to knock her down. It was her price to pay, that neglect she caused you to feel would be reflected in your unwillingness to let her come.

Your own juices trickled down Shuri’s back and she pressed into the feeling, wanting to please you however she could in this state. “I’m close for you!”

The sloshing increased with your thrusts and you sucked on her bottom lip. Those whimpers of hers, sinister sounds, tempting sounds. Shuri’s hips wiggled as her orgasm neared. She panted into your mouth and the sensation of her heated breaths slithering down your throat released a cry of your own. Pulling back from the kiss, you watched her body react to you, to your touch. Shuri was a writhing mess for you as you stroked her clit.

“I’m going–” Your digits departed and Shuri heaved, furious about being denied again.

“Only good girls get to come, my love, and you have been everything but.”

You kept her there, sat in between your sweaty thighs as you sucked her neck. Your digits left her pussy and you rammed them into her gaping mouth with the instruction to suck. She obliged, because why would she not, and she hummed around them. Shuri’s tongue swirled your fingertips and you moaned. She was happy to make you moan, finding your eyes immediately at the sound. She watched you desperately, sucking and lapping on the two fingers stuffed inside her mouth. “Now that’s a good girl.”

She released them reluctantly. You’d never met someone more fond of their own flavor than your girlfriend.

“I need you on my face, sphalaphala sam. Now.”

Shuri shot up swiftly, allowing you to lay on your back before scaling your face. She hovered some, but once relaxed, she settled all of her weight onto you. Hunger drove your tongue, and instinctively, it surged into her dripping hole. Her muscles clenched around you almost immediately and you laughed into her cunt.

“Feels so good!”

She grinded into you, spilling her wetness all over you, and you wouldn't dare have it any other way. You suckled her hard clit and her hips jerked. “You make me feel so good!”

Your grip on Shuri's waist was firm as you guided her and she threw her head back. Fighting your own arousal was a thing of the past. Here Shuri was, riding your tongue, sopping for you, and you could come untouched just from the mere feel of her warm pussy juices in your mouth. The bed rocked in tandem with Shuri’s hip rolls and she screamed. That strength of hers, truly something amazing. Particularly now, as she submitted to you fully. You wondered what Wakanda would think of their fearless protector, if they witnessed her like this.

Her hands left the headboard she held for support and found her breasts, tugging and caressing them as hopes of an orgasm drove her forward.

You squeezed her ass and she yelped, sinking her teeth deep into her bottom lip. Hums from your own moans echoed into her, tipping, tipping, tipping. “I'm close! Please can I come? I will be so good for you, the best! If you let me come plee-ease!”

Peering up at her was a decision that paid off. She looked heavenly atop you, like she was floating, which you were sure she was from the pleasure rush. You nodded, even with her eyes slammed shut she felt it, and Shuri did not hold back. With permission granted, Shuri squirted all over your face. It was truly a thing of dreams.

That last scream should've been your warning. It traveled from deep inside her, you could tell by its weight, its power. Her babbling, the expelling of her release, and your hefty breaths resounded in the bedroom. A chorus created by you both.

If you weren't careful, you could drown. But in reality, it wasn't a thing that deterred you. Her clit was in your mouth still, and you sucked Shuri through her orgasm. She squirmed for you, whined for you. She wanted you to stop, needed it, but this was no longer about her needs or wants. She got what she sought after, and now it was your turn.

Shuri's collapse was graceful, catlike. Fitting. She cascaded backward, landing on your stomach, and her cum-filled cunt sat directly in your face. Perfect. This was exactly where you needed her. You pulled her closer, so close that the smell of her used pussy was the only thing you were able to breathe in. It was the only air you needed.

A sharp lick jolted her up, followed by a gasp. Shuri shook her head, and you raised a brow, daring her to challenge you. Of course, she conceded, allowing you to dive back in. She held your gaze for the duration, propping herself up on her elbows to enjoy the show. When you swallowed her clit, Shuri lost it, attempting to cover her center with a palm. “I–I”

“Shuri. Move your hand.” She hesitated some, and you almost felt bad for her and her exhausted clit. Almost. “Move your hand, Princess.”

There was no disobeying that order. Shuri did as she was told and you smirked. “What a perfect girl you are.”

Your praise elated her and she nodded. “I'm your perfect girl!”

Her hips bucked into your face, and you dragged your tongue through her sticky swollen folds. Shuri's quivering pushed you to continue, her frailness, that's what drove you. You wanted to keep her that way. “Do you know what perfect girls get?”

Her chest heaved as she panted for you, and she shook her head.

Your tongue lapped her before you answered, tasting every drop her body secreted. “Perfect girls get to squirt in my face again. Would you enjoy doing that, Princess Shuri? Hmm?”

Shuri's answer was only to please you, she said yes only because she wanted you satisfied and you adored her even more for it. Your slurp was gentler this go round, taking note of her sensitivity. One arm left her hip, making its way to her entrance. Her elbows gave out a while back, Shuri was now resting on your shins, thrashing under your stimulating touch.

“Mhmm. Perform for me, perfect girl.” Her floundering turned you on. Even with the strength of the panther, Shuri could not fight you off, she could not wiggle from your grip as you ate her pussy. There was no other option but to flail and take it, take it all.

Her back arched from the thrusting of three digits inside her. It was too much for her. Too bad. Her second attempt to block your mouth came with a smack. “I've warned you about that hand already, sthandwa. Move it.”

She snatched it back, allowing you to continue devouring her. “I love the taste of you.”

“I’m going to come! I'm goin–” Again, the dams exploded and Shuri was soaking your already drenched face. That gut-wrenching cry she released was thunderous, deafening. You held onto her just because. You needed her pussy near, needed it close to you.

When she finally freed herself, your girlfriend curled into a ball at the foot of the bed. She flinched when you touched her. “Are you alright my sweet?”

A lone nod. That's all you got as she shook. “Just need a m-moment.” And you granted her that moment willingly, but not before cooing praises into her temple as you kissed it.

“I love you so so much Shuri. So much.”

After Shuri calmed, she latched onto you. She was still a little out of it. “Did you mean what you said? Am I your perfect girl?”

You chuckled deeply before kissing her. “You are my most perfect girl, sphalaphala sam.”

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