Tenoch Huerta and Letitia Wright hugging on the set of Black Panther Wakanda Forever. It's cute that she went on her tip toes. Tenoch gives the best hugs.
summary: an argument has you questioning your relationship with shuri. due to your uncertainty and her duties as black panther, it’s been nearly two weeks since you two have spoken, but the Panther must make it known that she will not be ignored.
warnings: predator/prey aspects, oral and strap-on (reader receiving bc shuri’s a munch), scissoring, overstimulation, praise, and degradation if you squint.
a/n: i was gonna publish fluff…idk how we got here. again, i’m still new to writing smut so please be gentle. started as a short idea, lord this took so long to finish so show her love!
The soft patter of the rain meeting your living room window matched with the low lighting from numerous lamps completed the relaxed ambiance of your apartment.
You were sitting on your couch, eyes glued to your laptop as your fingers typed almost subconsciously against the keys. You were trying to finish some notes so you could actually enjoy your weekend, wanting to spend your Friday night doing something other than work, but alas, here you were.
You took a sip of your tea, the liquid sending a comforting warmth down your throat. As you set the mug down on a coaster, turning back to your work, a rustle coming from your balcony causes you to jump slightly.
You sighed, hand over your heart to relax your nerves. You’d been really anxious since the attack on Wakanda, and though it’s been over a year since it’s occurrence, even the slightest thing out of the ordinary sparked caution.
You chalk it up to the winds, the Wakandan breeze having been particularly strong in recent weeks. When you attempt to go back to your work, another noise, closer, draws your eyes back to the door.
You lived on the fifth floor of your complex, so your suspicions about someone creeping along your deck weren’t too high. Nonetheless, you rose from your curled position slowly, inching towards the door. You flick the switch to turn on the balcony light, peeking through the shades. Seeing as no one a visibly outside, you sigh deeply before swinging it open, just to make sure. You quickly scan the area, your heart rate relaxing when you’re met with nothing but your outdoor furniture and a light breeze flowing through your hair.
You shut the door, locking it behind you before turning around. The small sense of security you regained left in a mere second when you’re met with a suit-clad figure standing a few yards away from you by the couch.
You jump back, hitting the door slightly with a hand on your chest as you gasp. One would think this reaction would warrant an explanation, a response, something from the woman across from you, yet she stood still, her gaze still felt underneath the metallic mask.
“Shuri,” you breathed, eyes widened in surprise.
The taller girl lifted her chin in acknowledgment, eyes still peering into you. You both stood there for a beat, seemingly waiting on the other to say something. Once you realized the small tilt of her head was the only response she’d give you, another set of words stumbled out of you.
“What are you…H-how did you-?” you uttered, looking from the door back to her frame.
Silence. Again.
The slight fear in your tone from her unannounced visit didn’t go unnoticed by her majesty. You exhale deeply, the frustration from her wordlessness causing you to drag a hand down your face.
“Look, you can’t just break in here and…”
“I’m not breaking anything.” she says finally, voice low and deep.
You scoff shortly. “Oh, so she speaks.”
The static between you two returns once more as you stand stoically waiting for a response. Again, you’re the one to break it. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to go ghost—well kinda, but I just…needed to think things through myself. Figure out what I want, what I need.”
“And it took you two weeks to figure out if I’m a want or a need?” She asked, retracting her helmet while taking a two steps towards you.
“That’s not what I meant, you know that.” you reply while shaking your head. “But that doesn’t warrant you showing up like this. If you wanted to talk, why not use your beads like a sane person?”
“Who said I came here talk?”
Your mouth closes as you swallow under her gaze, choosing to look at your kitchen cabinets rather that her hypnotizing eyes. “If you think you’re gonna seduce me after practically ignoring me for weeks, and not even reaching out to me when I left, you’re mistaken,” you reply, turning your head back to her.
“That’s what this is about?” She cocks her head to the right slightly, continuing to stalk closer, “I don’t give you enough attention, so you run away, knowing I’d follow?”
The roll of your eyes brings a smirk to her lips as she watches you fold your arms across your midriff, seemingly putting a barrier between yourself and her.
“Though you always loved the chase, didn’t you?”
You keep your eyes locked with hers as she continues, walking towards your hallway. “Let’s see if you enjoy running this time.”
That’s the last thing she said before her frame disappeared into your hallway, leaving you open-mouthed and alone in your living room as you contemplated what the hell she was doing.
“Shuri, I’m not playing these games,” you shouted, voice echoing in the absence of her response.
Your voice is the only one heard as you walk through the hallway, passing the threshold of the room she undeniably went to.
“Seriously, Shuri, stop messing around.” You call, walking to the center of the room, standing in front of your bed while looking around.
“But we haven’t had any fun yet, sana,” she whispers in your ear, causing you to jump for what seems like the fifth time tonight as she emerges soundlessly behind you.
You whip your body to face her, backing up slightly when your lips almost touch. She smiled feverishly, obviously amused by her antics and the reactions they draw out of you.
“Stop doing that.” You push at her shoulders. “If you’re just here to toy with me, you can go back to your precious lab.”
Your words make her step closer, you step back as she speaks. “Oh, I haven’t even began to toy with you, my love.”
Your brows furrow as she continues, her words matching her actions, strong and tantalizing. “You know what I think?” she begins, “I think you want me to stay.”
Your breath hitches as you step back further, the back of your knees buckling as they hit the bed’s edge.
“I think you want me to make up for the all attention I’ve been so neglectful in giving to you.” Shuri says lowly, voice soft yet stern as she rests her hands on either side of you. “Hm?”
This time, it was you who was silent, choosing to scan her face rather than utter a no doubt shaky reply. Her eyes were dark and inviting, irises so warm and enticing that it drew you into her, leaning forward ever so slightly. Her lips were parted as her warm breath tickled your skin, making you shiver. Shuri smiles as she studies you, the way you watch her every move. The sinful glint in her eyes only grows as she lowers herself in front of you, knees connecting with the wooden floor.
She sighs in feigned indifference. “You know, I’ve always known your body better than you do,” she begins, massaging your thighs intently. “As much as you attempt to be dishonest with me, she can’t,” she breathes, eyes dropping to your core.
The thumping in your chest is so apparent you feel it in your ears, embarrassment clouding your thoughts as you’re sure she senses it too.
The panther chuckles at your state, your racing heartbeat only amplifying her hunger to claim you as hers. She wants to take her time, to go slow, make you feel every inch of her desire for you, but she couldn’t fight the primal urge to absolutely ruin you.
She flexes her right hand, her claws emerging from her suit with a sharp noise. A gasp escapes as she leans over you, prompting you to lay down. Shuri props herself up with one hand beside your torso, the other dragging lightly over your leggings with enough force that the cool metal is felt against your skin, but not puncturing.
She kisses your collarbone gently, words breathed into your skin as she speaks. “We have a little disagreement, and you leave me. Running away like a child.”
You can’t help the gasp that escapes your lips as you feel the claw of her index finger disrupt the seam on the side of your leg, running down from your hip to your ankle, the noise filling the room. She continues to mark you, nipping and sucking at your neck as she speaks.
“You think you’d find someone else to spoil you like I do, nkosazana, hm? Is that what it is?” she continues, repeating her previous action on your other leg. “I fail to attend to you for a few days and you go to find someone new?”
Your quickened breaths are the only response she gets from you, much to her dismay. “So quiet now, my love,” She taunts, standing to pull the ripped leggings off your body. “Let’s fix that, yeah?”
Your body ached for her, you’re sure she could tell by the way you lifted your hips to help remove the pesky fabric, even more so by the visible wet patch on the crotch of your underwear.
Laughter vibrates through the young monarch. She could tell you want her just as much as she wants you, but she still senses the hesitance in your obedience. Usually by now, you’d be begging her to touch you, and though your reaction was slightly unexpected, Shuri had a plethora of ways of opening you up.
You hold eye contact with her as she lowers to a kneel once more, retracting her claws before pulling your thighs to the bed’s edge as she smiles up at you.
You shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t. You knew it was inevitable that Shuri would come to you, look at you with those pretty little eyes, say those pretty little words that’d make you fall back in her embrace with little fight. You hoped it’d be different this time, that you’d get her to admit her wrongs before getting her in your pants, put up a little fight, just to show you could. Though the willpower you thought you had was clearly terrible as she hooks two fingers around your panties and pulls them down your silky legs.
“Fuck, sthandwa,” she breaths, taking in your soaked cunt. “All this for me?”
You don’t respond, a pitiful attempt at holding on to the little control you had over her—denying her your praise. Shuri noticed the chokehold your grip had on the sheets, wrinkling the fabric as to resist touching her.
Her finger trails lightly down your slit, brushing over your clit as a soft whimper leaves your throat. “There she is,” the panther purrs, locking your thighs in the crook of her elbows.
Shuri kisses up your thighs, stoping ever so often to nip at the pillowy skin. “You gonna stop fighting me, love? Let me give this pussy the attention she deserves?”
Her words make the pounding at your core intensify, aching to be taken care of. Like she heard your body’s monologue, she licked a long stripe up your entrance, eliciting a sharp inhale from you as she licked her lips at the taste.
Progress.
“I know you’re mad at me,” she begins, looking up at you with feigned innocent eyes, “but why punish her for my actions? Let me make it up to you both.”
You sigh hazily at her words, her mouth so close to where you needed her. Though you knew she wouldn’t continue unless you said it, gave her the satisfaction of verbalizing your need for her.
“Say it.” She whispers. “Say it and I’ll give you everything you desire, everything I have…I just need to hear you say it.”
“Panther…” you whisper. “Take me.”
That’s all she needs to lower her head to the heaven between your thighs. She swirls her tongue around your clit, moaning as she sucks gently.
“Bast!” you cry, throwing your head back with eyes glued shut.
Any attempt at hiding your need for her was long gone now. Shuri flicked her tongue rapidly over the sensitive bundle of nerves, admiring the way your legs clamped over her ears as she did.
This did little to stop the avenger, she simply pried your legs open, fingers digging into your flesh as you continued to writhe on the sheets.
“Shuri,” you whined, her name dragging over your lips.
“Yes, my love?” She mutters, kitten-kissing your clit. “P-Please, don’t s-stop.” you begged.
She opens her eyes to look up at you, scratching your hip to make you reciprocate.
“You’re going to regret indulging me, sweet girl.”
You barely sputter out a reply as Shuri drives her tongue into your drenched hole, curling it upwards as if she’s searching inside you, twisting the muscle to find that familiar spot that made you fall apart every time.
“Gods, baby, right there! Keep it right there!” You utter, releasing your grip on the sheets and replacing your grasp onto Shuri’s curls.
She leaves sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on your entrance before sticking her tongue out as your hips grind onto her.
That’s it, use me.
Your pants sped up, aligning with your hips as you fuck yourself on her face. You’re close, you both know it, from the way your legs are trembling over her shoulders to the pulsing of your pussy that leaked onto her chin.
“Yes, fuck! Shuri! Shuri!” You chanted, nearly prayer-like had it not been falling from such sinful lips.
Her name continued to vibrate off the walls when your release erupted through you, your body shaking as you rode it out.
The queen lapped up your essence, sucking every drop that threatened to fall from your center as she groaned at the taste. “Such a good fucking girl.”
You exhaled contently, beginning to sit up before a strong hand pushes your torso back down. Her name didn’t leave your tongue before hers was back on you, humming at the way your center throbbed at the stimulation.
Despite pushing her head away, you moaned, the lines of too much and too good blurring. “M-my love, please. Just wa-ait-” you stuttered, looking down to her.
Your words were cut off as she grabbed your wrists, pinning them on either side of your hips as she looked up to you with hallowed cheeks, sucking harshly.
Another strangled moan rips through your throat as your hands balls in fists, fighting a losing battle of breaking free from your highness’ hold.
“I can’t,” you say, eyes watering as she moves one hand off your wrist to push two fingers inside you with little resistance.
Finally, she pulls her mouth off you. “Aw, you gonna cry for me, pretty? Give me those cute little tears to match the way your pussy’s sobbing for me?” she smirks, pumping her lanky fingers steadily in and out of you.
“Fuck!” You sob, a tear rolling down your plump cheek as you feel that familiar knot tightening in your lower stomach.
“You gonna cum for me, Y/n?” she asks lowly.
“Yes!”
“Give it to me. Please, let me have it.” She begs, licking her lips while she curls her fingers up.
You practically yell incoherently as she guides you through your orgasm, a mix of moans and curses fill the air as you come down from your high.
A sigh leaves you as she slowly pulls her fingers out, you smile softly as she stands, lifting them to your mouth. You enclose your lips around her while holding her gaze, groaning at the taste of yourself while swirling your tongue between her fingers as she removes them, a line of spit trailing close behind.
Shuri’s eyes darken at the sight of you; locs messily splayed against the bed, eyes puffy and slightly red, neck full of marks of varying size and color no doubt worsening by the minute.
You looked absolutely beautiful.
She leans down to trap you in an intoxicating kiss, brushing her tongue against yours while cradling your face. Your lips dance with one another, going from slow and gentle, to quick and desperate.
She pulls back, chuckling as you chase her touch, to stand. You watch intently as her suit retracts into the toothed necklace laying fiercely against her neckline. You prop yourself up on your elbows as she removes her sports bra and underwear, dragging the undergarment teasingly down her leg.
Any hopes you had at ending at a mere two rounds died as her lustful gaze held you in place, unable to move as she stalked toward the bed.
She crawled beside you, laying on her side as you turned to face her. The two of you admire one another for a moment, the dips, curves, and everything in between on each others’ body. Shuri lifted two fingers to trail up your leg, eyes following as her touch tickled you.
She enjoyed watching you squirm, knowing it was her who made you this way. That’s precisely why she smiled as her fingertips grazed your shoulder, falling in the valley between your breasts. She could feel you shudder as her thumb tweaked your nipple. Your eyes remained on her face as you watched her play with you. It was common during sex with Shuri, she would often get lost in the action of touching you, seeing reactions she could get.
She treated you like a toy, meant to be played with and enjoyed for her own fulfillment, and you fucking loved it.
She reaches to flick your other nipple as she kissed you, soft and sweet, contrary to her movements. You moan in her mouth, relaxing into her touch. She places a hand on the back of neck as she rolls onto her back, wrapping a leg around your waist.
Your head drops into the crook of her neck as your feel your pussy brush hers. You roll your hips onto hers, rubbing your clits against one another.
Shuri groans, biting her lower lip as she matches your rhythm. She was so wet from eating you out, poor thing was rubbing her thighs together to ease the pressure growing inside her as she pleased you.
Your hand is above her head, holding you steady as you rock your hips together, the sloshing of your arousals mixing making you cry out as your third orgasm approached quickly.
“Shit, you feel so good,” she breaths, breasts rising and falling rapidly as she keeps your pace. Her hand reaches for yours above her, intertwining your fingers. She squeezes your palm with each connection of your hips. “I’m close, usana, so close.”
You both loved this position. It was one of the few with you on top, in control. It was more intimate than others because you both were so close, nothing else but each other making one feel this way. Panther and pantheress, holding each other until it became too much, picking up the pieces of one another just to chase the high all over again.
You grabbed the back of her knee that was previously around your waist, bringing it to lay on your shoulder as you rolled your pussy harder onto hers.
“Nnghh-baby, right there. You’re so fucking good to me. Ewe! Don’t stop.” She cried, hips nearly rising off the mattress in attempt to get closer. You bent down, connecting your foreheads as you breathed in one another, chasing that euphoric feeling creeping closely in the both of you.
“Cum with me, my queen,” you begged. “Cum all over this pussy!”
She rocked her hips up onto yours, groaning loudly as her body shook against yours. You came shortly after, collapsing on top of her as you both breathed heavily. She kisses your shoulder gently, muttering sweet nothings into your skin.
Though it took longer for you, your breathing slowed, heart rate returning to normal. Shuri sensed this, taking the moment to address the elephant in the room.
“So,” she uttered, hands resting on the curve of your ass. “I am forgiven?”
The slight uncertainty in her tone makes you giggle as you sit up slightly to see her face. You take in her features, while fucked-out, you could see the sincerity in her eyes. “Yeah,” you say after a beat, “I forgive you.”
Her smile makes your heart melt, the apples of her cheeks rising as she begins to speak before you cut her off with a finger raised. “But that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.” You start, seeing her smile lessen.
“You can’t just shut me out for weeks, flake on our dates, and barely acknowledge me, then come over and and do this,” you gesture towards your sweating, naked forms.
“I need you to let me back in, talk to me, let me know what’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours.” she nods softly as you speak.
“I am truly sorry, my love. There’s no explanation that justifies my actions. I just…I got scared.” she admits, closing her eyes.
“Scared of what, Shuri?” you ask, tilting your head in attempt to get the girl to met your gaze. Once she does, you sense the hesitance in her movements. “If I don’t know, I can’t help, Ri.” She sighs, opening her eyes to meet yours—kind and curious as the day she met you.
“I-I just can’t shake the thought that one day you’ll leave me,” she begins, continuing when she sees your confused expression. “That you’ll find someone else to treat you the way you deserve, that you’ll realize I’m just this…broken girl who’s heart you can’t fix.”
“Hey,” you bring one of her hands to your lips, kissing her knuckles. “You are not broken, and you damn sure don’t need to be fixed. You’re human, despite having the strength of the Black Panther,” you teased, earning a light chuckle. “You’re not perfect, nor do I expect you to be. What I do expect, is for you to trust me, to communicate with me, to let me take the load off.”
Her brows raised at your statement’s implications, a smile growing on her face. Heat rises to your cheeks as you hit her shoulder lightly. “Stop! That’s not what I meant,” you say, fighting the smile rising on your features.
“That said,” you continue, “I’m glad you came over.”
“Really? I was getting the feeling you wanted me gone when you started screaming ‘Shuri! Shuri!’” she mocked, earning another smack on the shoulder.
“Ow! Hit me again, woman. See how much of a load you can take,” she warned.
You smiled sinisterly as you hopped off the bed, walking towards the bathroom. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Panther,” you smiled over your shoulder.
You heard her chuckle behind you as the bed creaked, her footsteps trailing close behind you and the door clicked shut.
-
The bath you had ran was sure to be freezing by now, long abandoned by it’s owners who were meant to be “saving water.”
Somewhere between you running the bath water and Shuri getting fresh towels led to you ending up bent over the countertop with her strap eight inches deep inside your cunt.
You didn’t even see her get the damn thing, much less put on the harness. You would’ve figured her sex drive was fulfilled by now, but as you leaned over to check the running water, you felt her wrap her arms around you, pushing you onto the nearest surface as she slipped inside. The panther was indeed still on the prowl.
“Look at yourself, see how good you look? How good we look? How could I ever think you were made to take anyone else but me, hm?”
Her questions feel upon seemingly deaf ears, because all you could focus on was the feeling of her. How right she was. How right it feels when she’s inside you, mercilessly pushing her hips into yours so hard you felt her everywhere.
The pain of your hips meeting the cold, hard countertop mixed with the pleasure of her dick repeatedly hitting that numbing spot began to be too much. Coupled with the overstimulation from previous orgasms, you were on the verge of cumming in minutes.
Shuri noticed this too. She look down to see where she disappeared and reappeared inside you, noticing the clench of your walls around her as well as the thick ring of your arousal coating her strap. She smirked, knowing you were close. She changed her action from bringing her hips to yours to harshly bringing your ass to meet her cock, reaching impossibly deeper inside you.
You let out a guttural moan, now uncaring and unashamed of anyone who might hear you, making the woman smile. This was the panther’s pussy, and she wanted your entire complex to know.
“Shuri, please!” You nearly screamed.
“Please what, sthandwa sami? What do you want?” she says breathlessly, her own release building as well.
“Please don’t stop.”
“Tell me. Tell me who does this pussy belong to? Ungokabani?” she replies, her pace unfaltering as you whimpered, her words only lessening the distance of your high.
Who do you belong to? How could she ask such a thing? From the moment she walked in, she knew your were hers, if you’d really wanted her to leave, she wouldn’t have made it past the hallway. You wanted her, nearly more than she wanted you. You wanted her to chase you, to catch you, make you know that as much you try to hide it, you existed simply for one another.
“You! I’m yours. I’m yours, my queen. I’ve never belonged to anyone, but you!”
The royal’s hips faltered at the statement, lost in the undeniable honesty of your words. She toke the opportunity to learn over, whispering in your ear. “That’s right, nkosazana. And you never will.”
That’s was confirmation enough for you. With the next thrust you were cumming. Your limbs grew limp as you squirted all over Shuri’s pelvis, moaning loudly.
You looked up at the mirror, lower lip caught between your teeth to see Shuri’s head buried in your neck as she continued to sloppily move inside you. Her groans were stifled by your skin, the vibrations making you shudder as you felt her bottom out, throwing her head back as your name left her lips.
She bends over you again, kissing your shoulder before meeting your gaze in the mirror.
“Ndiyakuthandana, sweet girl.”
You hummed, a lazy smile on your face, eyes low-lidded as you replied. “I love you too.”
She smiled at your words, standing before pulling out of you slowly. You sighed as she did, missing the feeling of being filled.
“Come on,” she said nodding toward the shower, “let’s get you cleaned up.”
You stood, wincing at the slight pain your back. Taking her hand, you limped slowly.
Her free hand went to start the shower, fingers running under the stream to assure a comfortable temperature for you. Once she was satisfied, Shuri steps inside, pulling you into her embrace as she does.
Your arms wrap around her necks as hers cage your waist. Your fingertips play with the growing hair at her nape as she hums contently, leaning her head back into your touch.
You tilt your head up to place a soft kiss on her lips. Shuri reciprocated, pushing her tongue into your mouth. She pulls away your bottom lip between her teeth as she growls deeply.
Synopsis: you're away from Wakanda (and Shuri) for business. Shuri tries to surprise you but catches you in a compromising position. Warnings: a lil fluff, but mostly smut bc I'm permanently horny🤷🏾♀️; There's a lot of plot before the porn.... but there's porn in the plot, yk?; breeding kink; some choking, Shuri is clingy and overprotective, reader loves it; oral (both receiving); vibranium strap slinging; vibranium dildo; face sitting; fingering (both receiving); multiple orgasms; squirting; LOTS of dirty talk, Shuri & reader are VERY vocal; Shuri forgets English when she's horny; mentions of marriage; mentions of character death. Occurs after BP2
Word Count: hella (8.5k, I got carried away lmao)
I'm not taking requests. This idea came to me when I was watching p*rn & I need to get it out of my head.
Any mistranslations should be blamed on Google Translate
"You know, sthandwa sam," Shuri starts as she follows you around your shared room like a shadow, "You don't have to leave now; you could delay your trip until the fall so I can come with you."
The pile of clothes in your hands drops onto the mattress as you sigh, "I'm definitely not getting any work done if you come with me. Plus, I'm only gonna be gone for two weeks. I've delayed this trip twice and I can't do it aga–"
Shuri's soft lips on your neck make the rest of your explanation die in your throat. "You can work here, sthandwa," kiss, "in Wakanda," kiss "with me." She accentuated her last plea with the scrape of her teeth against your pulse point, making you sigh as your body went lax in her hold.
"Besides," She uses her hands on your hips to turn you to face her, "Those Americans never did know how to handle you," Her hands drop to grip the swell of your ass as you barely hold back a whimper, "Not like I can." She mumbles, biting her plump bottom lip.
"I– I have to pack, ubusi." (honey) You stammer, struggling to hold your resolve as the thickness of Shuri's accent ignites the ever-simmering heat in your core. Keep it together. woman. You chastise yourself for becoming putty in her hands by only her words, even after all this time you've been together.
A ghost of a smirk plays at Shuri's lips, "I see you've been practicing your Xhosa, entle."
You open your mouth, a smart-ass reply prepared to hurtle from your lips but Shuri's fingers lingering near, and then breaching, the waistband of your pants makes the words retreat as quickly as they came.
Shuri continues her ministrations, sneaking past the band of your panties to knead the flesh of your ass in her palms, "You'd leave your panther without her parting gift, usana yam?"
You shake free of Shuri's hypnosis and grip her arms, using them as leverage to push her away from you, "My Panther has lured me back into this bed two times and I keep having to repack because you keep leaving marks and taking things out of my luggage and hiding them." You move to turn away from her and return to your attempt at repacking (again), but Shuri has other ideas. She turns you back around and plasters your front to hers with her hands at your sides,
"Let's make the third time a charm, then" Her lips are on yours before you can respond, and you're all too happy to oblige her.
Shuri consumes every sense when she kisses you. All you can sense is her; her lips moving against yours, her tongue massaging yours, her hands wandering over your body, pulling and grasping at the full softness of your curves. You anchor yourself to her and lose yourself in her depths.
Your hands are tangled in the curls at the back of Shuri's fade and Shuri's hands are under your ass in preparation to pick you up when Griot cuts in, "Panther, Princess. General Ayo is calling."
You startle at the sudden intrusion and you would've fallen into your suitcase if it hadn't been for Shuri's arms locked around you, "You're making me late, Shuri."
"The Royal Talon Fighter leaves on your command, not the other way around." Shuri makes no moves to release you as she instructs Griot to answer the General’s call.
“Panther,” a holographic Ayo, decked out in full gold Dora Milaje regalia, appears in front of the two of you. She briefly looks surprised to see Shuri instead of you but quickly schools her expression into one of passive indifference, “Is Ms. Y/N ready?”
You begin wiggling yourself out of Shuri’s grasp, “Yes, General. Give me a moment, I’m packing a few last-minute things.” Ayo nods wordlessly before the hologram disappears.
You spend a few moments attempting to untangle yourself from Shuri’s hold before realizing the problem is less her long, wiry limbs and more Shuri won’t let you go. You level a glare at your girlfriend, who’s losing a battle to keep a shit-eating grin off of her face, “Shuri, let me go.”
“No.” Her eyes bore into yours as her grip on your waist tightens and she slowly leans down to press her forehead to yours, “Stay here, stay in my arms. Forever.” Shuri knows exactly what she’s doing; you’ve told her time and time again how hypnotic her eyes are and how you lose yourself in them so easily whenever you make eye contact with her. You’ve told her about how the world fades away and you feel drawn to her like a magnet when she looks at you the way she is now: like you hung the sun, moon, and stars in her sky.
Your mind goes blank as Shuri reaches one hand up to cradle the back of your head before tilting hers slightly and sealing her lips over yours, wasting no time coaxing your mouth open to slide her tongue against yours. Shuri's hand against the back of your head turns into a fist around your curls, exposing your neck to her ravenous lips and pulling the most sinful sounds out of you as she assaults the sensitive spots on your skin that only she can find. You cling to her helplessly, moaning and whimpering as you soak through your panties while she takes you apart with her mouth.
"Ndiyakuva, sthandwa sam," (I can smell you, my love) Shuri pulls her mouth back from your throat as her hand takes its place, "Ufuna i-panther yakhe." (She wants her panther). Shuri's other hand pops the button on your pants and slips inside, rubbing your slit over the soaked material of your underwear as your moans spur her on, "Uzondivumela ndimthathe? Ndicela undivumele ndimthathe." (Are you going to let me have her? Please let me have her.) Shuri begs breathlessly, eyes roaming your face as she watches you fall apart for her.
Shameless moans fall from your lips and your eyes flutter closed as you grind your center against Shuri's hand, but her grip tightening around your throat makes your eyes shoot back open.
"Amehlo akum, ntombazana entle. Ufuna undijonge xa u cum." (Eyes on me, pretty girl. Want you to look at me when you cum) Shuri commands, shoving your panties to the side and sinking three long fingers into you, heading straight for that spongy spot within your walls. The hand around your throat wraps around your waist as your legs give out, holding you flush to her as the panther drills into you relentlessly.
"Shuri yam– baby– oh" You try to warn her of your impending climax but her thumb starts rubbing your clit in fast circles and you can only shudder as you moan out.
Your panther, however, didn't need the warning; she knows your body like the back of her hand. She can feel your soaking, greedy cunt milking her fingers and she wished it was her strap pummeling inside you instead. That damn American job of hers Shuri curses to herself, and it makes her fuck you harder.
"Ndinike, ntombazana yam ethandekayo. Nditshonise kuyo. Ndinike yonke into." (Give it to me, my sweet girl. Drown me in it. Give me everything). Shuri barely finishes her command before you're cumming with a scream of her name, soaking her hand and your clothes in the process. She keeps up the merciless pace of her fingers, working you through your first orgasm and sending you hurtling towards another one.
You grab her hand, trying to pull away even as your body betrays you by releasing more slick and adding to the wet sounds your cunt was already making. You knew it was fruitless trying to get Shuri to stop; she was insatiable when it came to you and you honestly weren't sure you wanted her to stop, "Shuri, i-panther yam, baby please." (my panther)
"Nceda undinike umntwana oyintombazana omnye." (Give me one more baby girl, please). Shuri buries her face in your neck and her teeth sinking into your sweet spot sends you over the edge a second time.
Your vision goes white as you cum on Shuri's fingers again, your thighs shaking uncontrollably as you squirt.
Shuri slows her fingers and peppers kisses across your face and neck, watching as the last waves of your orgasm rock through you as you return to earth and the arms of your lover, "Intombazana elungileyo kum." (Such a good girl for me). She presses one more lingering kiss to the junction of your jaw and throat before slowly pulling her fingers from you, making sure you're watching as she sucks all three of them clean of your essence. "Imnandi," (delicious) Shuri moans out as her eyes flutter closed, "Kungcono ngokuthe ngqo ukusuka kumthombo, nangona kunjalo." (better straight from the source, though) She smirks as her hands pat your ass twice.
You merely watch her, still recovering from your orgasms. Shuri notices this immediately, cupping your face in her hands and staring at you pointedly to make sure you haven't slipped into subspace, "Ingelosi, thetha nam. Ingaba udinga ntoni?." (Angel, talk to me. What do you need?)
You gather your motor functions enough to nod, a small "mhm" following a few moments later.
Shuri hums and presses a tender kiss to your forehead before launching into action; dropping to one knee in front of you, working your soaked bottoms down your legs and off your feet, "Hlala apha kum, sithandwa sam." (Sit here for me, my love) She says gently as she guides you to sit next to your long abandoned suitcase before quickly heading into your ensuite bathroom.
Shuri returns moments later with a wet cloth, gripping your thigh to spread your legs and she gently presses the warm material to your still-sensitive core. You jump and squirm away as whimpers fall past your lips, but Shuri holds you in place, "Ndiyazi, mama, ndiyazi. Ndiyaxolisa." (I know, mama, I know. I'm sorry.) She presses gentle kisses all over your face as she wipes you clean before discarding the cloth with the rest of your clothes and disappearing into the depths of your closet, rematerializing with a fresh pair of panties and bottoms for you to change into. She places them next to you as she eyes your suitcase and the pile of clothes you'd abandoned earlier.
Shuri looks to be in deep contemplation, a look you're used to seeing when she's buried in her lab, not when she's hovering over luggage. The juxtaposition between the heaviness of her gaze against the blankness of your neatly folded clothes in your custom vibranium suitcase makes you giggle, which brings Shuri out of her reverie. A soft smile graces her beautifully sculpted features as she caresses your cheek, "What's so funny, ingelosi?"
You swallow a few times before speaking softly, "You're looking at my suitcase like it's one of those complex formulas you deal with in your lab."
Shuri chuckles as her hand drops back to her side, "I'm trying to figure out what else you need to pack if you want to provide guidance.”
“I just need my toiletries and a few more outfits, which is what that stack is.”
Shuri’s eyes roam over the pile that hadn’t quite made it into your bag before she’d distracted you, touching the material of the item on top; a crewneck sweater. “It’s supposed to be cold in America this time of year?”
“That's mainly for the office; they keep it unreasonably cold in there all the time.”
Shuri hums again before putting the stack of clothes in their designated place in your bag, glancing at you as if to ask, anything else?
You point to two bags on the ottoman at the foot of the bed, “Just those two.”
“What’s in here?” Shuri asks as she fits them into your luggage
“One is my skincare and other stuff, the other is some shoes; I’m just rotating a couple of pairs through my trip.”
“That’s everything?” Shuri moves to your other side, picking up the discarded pants before helping you into them and pulling you to stand.
“Yeah. I’m all ready to go.” You turn to close your bag, but Shuri stops you
“One more thing, ubusi,” Shuri says as she walks into your closet yet again, this time reappearing with a rectangular black box which she places in your suitcase before closing it, lifting it effortlessly with one hand while reaching for you with the other, “I made that for you, to use when you miss me. Don’t open it until then, understand?”
You look at her confused, until she gently squeezes your waist, prompting you to verbally answer her, “Yes, i-panther yam.”
Shuri presses a smiling kiss to your hairline, “Intombi elungile.” (good girl)
The two of you arrive on the tarmac within minutes, the Dora Milaje and Queen’s Guard standing at attention and saluting as you approach. Shuri nods at General Ayo as she steps forward–spear in hand–and gives the two of you a knowing look before returning Shuri’s nod and slamming the butt of her spear on the ground twice, signaling everyone else to fall back. Aneka and a few of the Queen's Guard, however, stay nearby as they’ll be accompanying you to America at Shuri's insistence; “I’m the smartest person on the planet, from the most technologically advanced country on the planet and I work with the rarest, most powerful metal on earth in the only place that has unrestricted access to it. Certain countries won’t hesitate to harm you to get access to vibranium and my designs. If harm came to you while you were outside of my care…” Shuri’s eyes darken dangerously, in a way you hadn’t seen since the man with the winged ankles attacked her home and killed her mother, “I wouldn’t stop until you were safely back in my arms again. I'd kill anyone who got in my way.” You’d fucked her right on top of one of her lab tables.
While Shuri left no room for argument that you were taking at least one guard with you, you'd managed to talk her down from sending her General, reminding her that the tip of the spear of Wakanda's army needed to stay in Wakanda, with the smartest person on the planet. “Besides,” You’d started, trailing your fingers across Shuri’s collarbones as the both of you came down from your post-orgasmic haze, “Aneka has that Midnight Angel armor you made, she’s basically a superhero.”
If Ayo was upset about missing out on a trip to America, she hid it well. Aneka, however, was practically vibrating with excitement. This was her first mission where she would be undercover as a civilian and she’d told you many times how happy she was to be accompanying you, even requesting your help in making a list of places to see and try during your time in New York. She'd been nagging Ayo for weeks about what souvenirs she wanted her to bring back. “I’m so excited!” Aneka salutes you as you approach, before pulling you into a hug, “I’ve never been to America for so long before. Is it true that there’s a giant apple in the city?”
You laugh at her childlike giddiness, “No, Aneka, there isn’t a giant apple. At least I don’t think there is; they might’ve added one in since I was last there.”
Aneka moves to ask you another question, but she glances at someone behind you, smiling politely before stepping back. You turn and watch as Shuri hands your suitcase off to Aneka, who quickly walks away to load it into the Talon Fighter.
"Where will they park this thing?" You question as you watch the Wakandan Air Force and Shuri's scientists do final checks of the aircraft.
"With the new cloaking technology I developed, it can sit on the roof of your hotel without being detected by the Americans," Shuri smiles proudly and you beam back at her; you remember how hard she worked to perfect her new cloaking tech, "But I believe it's been programmed to fly to the Avengers Compound in Upstate New York. It can get to you in two minutes once you summon it."
You hum, "Will they recharge it there? At the compound?"
"No, they don't yet have the capabilities to support the wattage we use here so I made sure to develop expanded fuel cells for longer trips to places that aren't compatible with our tech. There's more than enough battery life to get you there and back plenty of times."
You raise your eyebrows, Shuri hadn't told you that she was working on extending the already long battery life of Wakandan technology. "Well, haven't you been busy."
Shuri drops a kiss to your forehead as her hold on your waist tightens, "I had to occupy myself somehow while you were on those primitive Zoom calls with those white people."
You throw your head back and laugh, "They're not primitive, Shur. Zoom works just fine."
"Yes, it's just fine if you want to see pixels and have delayed audio!"
You shake your head and sigh, knowing this wasn't an argument you were going to win.
"Besides," Shuri calls your attention back to her as she gestures to the aircraft in front of you, "I've been working on building you your own one of these. I should have some designs ready for you to look over when you get back."
You gasp, "Shuri! I don't need my own Talon Fighter! I'm rarely in one if it isn't–"
Shuri silences you with her lips on yours, pulling you into a deep kiss filled with every ounce of love she had for you. She reluctantly pulls away after a moment but keeps her forehead pressed to yours, speaking in a voice only meant for you to hear, "The future Queen of Wakanda needs her own official aircraft."
Words have escaped you, your brain has stopped functioning, leaving you staring wide-eyed and gaping at Shuri. The two of you had talked about marriage before, but this is the first time either one of you had mentioned anything serious*. "I– b–"
Shuri smirks, pulling away from you slightly but maintaining the same intense eye contact, "Did you really think I hadn't planned on marrying you, ingelosi? I knew you were going to be my wife the second I laid eyes on you."
"But what about the Elders?"
"What about them?" Shuri's response is immediate, "You've met them, yes?" At your slow nod, she continues, "They love you and they agree that you would make a wonderful Queen, despite not being Wakandan by birth." Shuri takes your left hand in hers, her fingers tracing over your ring finger and imagining the ring that will sit there one day. Unbeknownst to you, the ring was already finished and had been for months, hidden in a secret compartment in the desk in Shuri's office. She was just waiting for the right moment to pop the question, and to receive your mother's permission for your hand. "They gave their blessing for our union." Shuri starts, still eyeing your finger, "My mother loved you. My brother did too." Shuri looks up at you, and her eyes are full of unshed tears. "I would've married you the moment I saw you if I knew what would happen."
You pull your hand from Shuri’s and cup her cheek, prepared to wipe away any tears that fall, "Ingelosi." You coo, pulling her face to yours and connecting your lips. "They're always with you," You tap her chest, right over her heart, "And they'll have the best seats in the house at our wedding."
Shuri sighs as her lips spread into a breathtaking smile that you return, "Ndikuthanda kakhulu." (I love you so much)
"And I love you."
The sweet moment is interrupted as a scientist hesitantly approaches, holding a holopad. "Forgive me for interrupting Panther and Princess, but the Royal Talon Fighter is ready." The scientist hands Shuri the pad and she quickly double-checks their work.
"Is the flight plan set?"
"Yes, Panther."
"We can begin boarding, then." Shuri hands the holo pad back to the scientist who salutes the both of you before taking their leave.
Shuri watches them for a moment before turning to you, planting both hands on your waist. "I want you to have at least one pair of kimoyo beads on you at all times." You raise your right arm, wiggling your wrist and showcasing the beaded bracelet, "And the other ones?" Shuri questions, prompting you to gesture to your ears where a pair of black studs identical to Shuri's own, sit.
"And the other one?"
You reach past the collar of your shirt, producing the black pendant that–to the untrained eye–looks like a black nameplate necklace.
"Good girl," Shuri muses as her hands drop lower on your waist, closer to your hips, "I'll be tracking your location the entire time, but I want you to call me at least once a day. And send me a video of your hotel room."
"Yes, my Shuri." You smile. You couldn't be annoyed with her overprotective tendencies if you tried. It warms your heart (and other places) to think of the lengths she'd reach to ensure your safety while still making sure to respect your space and autonomy, though you don't mind living within the vibranium-clad safety of her arms for all eternity.
Shuri brings you in for a lingering kiss, using her lips as a last-ditch effort to get you to cancel your trip and stay with her. She barely holds back a petulant whine when you pull away to rest your head on her chest for a moment before you press your lips to her neck right next to her panther necklace.
"I love the sound of your heartbeat, ingelosi yam. I wish I could take it with me everywhere." (my angel) You mumble in her ear, kissing her marble-carved jaw as you cup her cheek to taste her lips again.
"You keep kissing me like this and I'm going to dismiss everyone and take you right here on this tarmac." Shuri speaks against your lips, before connecting your lips again.
"Mmmm. I don't want to leave you, i-panther yam." You smile drowsily, drunk from the taste of your love.
"And you won't, this is the last time you're going to America for that Bast-forsaken job, ikumkani wam." (My queen) Shuri intertwines your fingers before lifting them to her lips, kissing the palm of your hand, "I have a position for you here as soon as you're ready. Better pay, better everything. And you'll be where you belong; by my side."
"You're incredible, Shuri."
"I'm yours, y/n. I'd move heaven and earth for you." Shuri desperately presses her lips to yours again.
The two of you separate, but remain in each other's arms as you watch Ayo and Aneka go through their own–more reserved–parting.
"Who do you think will get married first, us or them?" You glance up at Shuri.
Shuri glances at you out of the corner of her eye, "They got married already." She continues when your jaw drops, "It was a secret ceremony in the garden with just a few guests. Aneka's trying to convince her to have a reception with everyone later, after everything settles down a little more."
"When was this? Why wasn't I invited?"
"I was barely invited, ubusi. Plus, it was a last minute thing; I only had a 30 minute warning. You were wrapped up in a Zoom call, I think."
You nod, reaching up to rub the faded back of shuris head and she immediately leans her head into your hand with a hum.
"You behave yourself while I'm gone, Shuri yam."
Shuri looks offended, "I always behave."
You side-eye her, but don't respond as Aneka approaches. You turn to Shuri, pressing one more lingering kiss to her lips before reluctantly pulling away, keeping your hand interlocked with hers until you physically couldn't hold on any longer. You keep your eyes on her until you had to turn around to go up the ramp to the Talon Fighter with Aneka & the Queen's Guard members behind you.
As the aircraft lifts off, you catch sight of Shuri standing in the same place you left her. She presses a kiss to the palm of her hand before turning it towards you.
~Eight Days Later~
To say you were burnt out would be the understatement of the century.
Your boss has been on your ass with tasks since he received word that you'd landed. You've been in meeting after meeting, most of which could've–and should've–been emails. Even your dinners were taken from you, as you were either taking work home, or your coworkers insisted on getting drinks after work which often lasted until well after your bedtime.
The lone bright spot in your days were your nightly phone calls with Shuri, where she usually sits and stares lovingly as you animatedly recount your day, including your growing disdain for your coworkers.
"You know," Shuri starts, pulling on one of the curls resting on her forehead, "I can have a resignation letter to you within the hour."
"I'm thinking about taking you up on it. These people are exhausting and if they aren't demanding my attention, they're second guessing my every breath, only to do what I'm suggesting anyways and then not give me credit for it. I'm not sure how much longer I can–" You trail off as you take notice of Shuri's background, the unmistakable color of the elevator in her lab catching your attention. You do some quick math; if it's almost 9PM in New York, and Wakanda is 7 hours ahead, that means it's almost–
"Shuri Udaku!" You exclaim, nearly knocking Shuri off her chair, "It is 4AM! Why are you still awake?"
"I love the way you say my name, ingelosi." She smirks, but it quickly fades when she sees your serious face is unchanged. "We've had a couple incidents of groups trying to breach the borders. They haven't gotten through, but I'm updating and strengthening the security measures of the border barriers. Our preliminary investigations suggest that the incidents are connected, so we're also preparing to go on a recon mission to find out more information."
Your heart clenches as fear begins to sink its claws into you. It didn't matter how powerful she was as the Black Panther or how she has the ability to heal injuries that should be fatal with little to no recovery time. She was still your Shuri and you still wanted to put her in a bubble so no one could cause her any harm, physical or otherwise. While you lacked the agility and power she had, you were just as protective over her as she was over you.
Shuri must've sensed your internal conflict, "It's a simple investigation, ubusi. We go in, collect as much intelligence as we can, we leave. We already have a few suspicions on the nationality of the perpetrators and they aren't nearly as advanced as we are–"
"Nobody is as advanced as Wakanda." You cut in bitterly.
Shuri flashes a smile, "Yes, sthandwa sam, but they left some of their gear behind at their last attempt. Most of it looks homemade." Shuri jumps up from her chair, running over to a pile of what appears to be junkyard scraps on a nearby table as she launches into an explanation about components and overlays and relays. Now it was your turn to stare lovingly into the hologram as she monologues.
There's no phone call the next day, but Shuri makes sure to text you. We're headed out on recon today, sthandwa. We should only be a few hours, but I have Griot programmed to notify you if we're gone longer. I love you my queen, Your Shuri.
The message goes unread for a few hours as you were unable to get away from work. Once you read it, however, you start pacing a trench in your hotel room floor as fear and anxiety return in full force and you're unable to ward it off in your exhausted, post-work state. You can't eat, you don't want to lay down for fear of falling asleep and missing Shuri's message notifying you that she'd returned home safely. You need something to distract yourself at least for a few more hours.
A metaphorical light bulb goes off in your head, Shuri's box. You scramble to your suitcase, rooting around and throwing your neatly folded clothes out of the way until your hands come in contact with the box in question. You sit on the edge of the bed as you slide the lid off, a purple velvet drawstring pouch coming into view. You remove said pouch from the box, eyeing it curiously but a folded piece of paper under the pouch catches your attention.
Shuri's scribbled attempt at cursive greets you, drawing a fond smile from your lips, her brain always did move faster than her hands:
To my love,
If you're reading this, then I failed at getting you to cancel your trip to America. But that means I finally get to give you this. Yes, it's a vibrator. Meant to mimic the feel of my strap, so that your few lonely nights away from me might pass a little quicker.
Obviously, it won't compare to the real feeling of me fucking you, but I hope it's close enough to give you the pleasure you need.
I hope I get to watch you use it someday.
I-panther Yakho (your panther),
Shuri
P.S, the lube in the bottle is designed to make you more sensitive. If it works as I hope, your orgasm will be more intense.
You gasp, tossing the note aside as you open the bag and unsheathe your new toy, heat already pooling in your core in anticipation. It's bigger than you expected; the black material accented by deep royal purple is perfectly curved upwards, designed to stroke your g-spot with every thrust. You note the buttons on the base and press each one to see what they do. The first one triggers the vibration and pressing it again cycles through four levels of intensity and various patterns. The second button activates some sort of circular motion in the shaft of the toy, and you make a mental note to try that one out later. The third and final button expands the toy, adding at least two inches of length and a half inch of girth. You shake your head in disbelief, amazed at the mind and creativity of your lover. You look through the box again, locating the small black bottle before setting both items aside and beginning preparations for your evening.
Less than an hour later and you're finally ready; you'd managed to choke down a small dinner of soup and a half sandwich from the room service menu and ordered a bottle of your favorite wine to sip on. You crack open the door leading to your balcony, letting the warm New York breeze float into your hotel room to cool your already heated skin. You pick up your kimoyo bracelet, deflating when you're met with a blank notification panel, signaling that Shuri still isn't home.
"Griot."
"Yes, Princess."
"Can you soundproof this room?"
"Scanning…...The room is now soundproof."
"Thank you, Griot."
Your eyes keep trailing over to the toy and lube sitting on your bedside table as you stand before the full body mirror, and you suddenly feel shy. The last time you had to take care of your own needs was years ago–before you met Shuri–and her already high libido and stamina had shot through the roof once she took the Herb; the two of you rarely went more than two to three days without touching each other.
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before gliding your hands across your shoulders towards the collar of your shirt, slowly popping the buttons and allowing it to fall from your shoulders. You admire how your tits look in your lacy bra, squeezing the soft mounds in your hands and trailing the tips of your fingers over your nipples until they stiffen into peaks. You head for your pants next, popping the button and shimmying them down over your hips and thighs before they bunch at your ankles. They fly across the room as you kick them off your legs and you turn your attention to the matching panties you have on, turning to run your hands over your smooth skin and admire how the cut of the back compliments the shape of your ass and the placement of the band accentuates your waist. Your time in Wakanda did you good, if your tan & curves are anything to go by.
You reach behind you to unhook your bra, quickly discarding it with your other clothes before returning your hands to your breasts, trying to mimic the way Shuri would massage them. Small moans begin to escape you as you roll your already sensitive buds between your fingertips, slick beginning to pool in your panties.
You wish Shuri was here, you can practically hear her voice in your head, "Wet for me already, sthandwa?"
"Yes, my Shuri. I'm so wet for you." You moan to the empty room before wiggling your panties down your legs and laying on the bed. You spread your legs and expose your glistening heat to the cool air of the room, pulling a gasp from your lips. One hand remains on your breast while the other trails down your stomach to swim through your folds and even you're shocked by how wet you are already.
"Oh my God." You moan as you apply the slightest pressure to your clit, circling it slowly as you begin to edge yourself. You grab the bottle on the bedside table, squirting some of its contents onto your hand and applying some to your nipples and the rest mixes with the wetness between your thighs.
You're lost in your pleasure, rocking your hips into your hand as soft moans and calls of Shuri's name fall past your lips. You pull your knees up to your chest as dip your fingers into your entrance, fucking yourself on your fingers.
Frustration begins to eat at you after a few moments; you can't reach as deep as you want to, as deep as Shuri can. You reach over and grab the dildo, applying a generous amount of lube–that you didn't need, considering how wet you were–and sliding the toy through your wetness, circling the tip around your clit before sliding lower to press at your hole. A loud moan escapes you as you push in slowly, fisting the sheets and arching your back while you give yourself time to adjust to the size; it's a perfect fit.
The stretch of the dildo inside you is delicious, "Shuriiii, oh–" The feeling is so similar to Shuri's strap that imagining her thrusting into you instead of your hand is that much easier.
"Undithatha kakuhle sithandwa sam." (You take me so well my honey.) The imaginary Shuri in your head moans out as she fucks into you.
You can only close your eyes and cry out, holding onto the sheets for dear life as the wet sounds your cunt makes with every movement bring you closer to the edge. "Just like that baby. Fuck me just like that. Oh my God, Shuri!"
Something in the air shifts as your subconscious detects an unmistakable presence; you feel her, before you see her and your heart flutters as you crack your eyes open, slowing your thrusts with the toy to clear your vision and you're met with the shock of your life.
There, in her full Black Panther suit, is the love of your life.
You jolt upright, dildo and your impending orgasm long forgotten, "Shuri? Baby is that you?"
The helmet retracts, revealing the smirking face of your Queen as she crosses the threshold of your balcony to enter the room. She stalks across the room, stopping at the foot of the bed, her eyes glued to your dripping cunt, "I take it you like my present."
"I– How–You're here."
"We were in the area after the mission, which was a success, by the way. I had them drop me off." Her eyes trail over your naked body, "Seems I came at the perfect time. Lay back down, sthandwa sam."
You follow her instructions, spreading your legs as you grip the handle of the dildo, moving to pull it out but Shuri stops you.
"No, leave it in." Shuri steps away, heading towards the armchair near the foot of your bed. She taps her kimoyo beads and her full suit retracts, revealing her black Under Armour gear before sitting in the chair and spreading her own legs, never taking her eyes off of you, "Show me how you fuck yourself with it. But you don't cum until I say so, ndicacile?" (Am I clear)
"Yes," You whimper at the way her thick accent curls around the vulgar words before you begin again, eager to put on a show for your Queen. You reach for your nipples again gasping at how sensitive they've become. "Shuri, mmm–"
Your eyes flutter closed as your orgasm builds, the stimulation of your nipples and the feelings and sounds your pussy makes leading you to the most blissful sensory overload.
"Umanzi kakhulu, mama." (She's so wet, mama) Shuri comments from her corner. If you were to open your eyes, you would see Shuri laser focused on your pussy, the panther within ready to pounce and mark her territory.
"Ufuna i-panther yakhe. Ndifuna i-panther yam." (She wants her panther. I want my panther.) You moan out, your breathing becomes shallow as you fly to the edge. You don't want to disobey your panther, but you're not sure you'll be able to stop yourself when you get there even if you wanted to.
Shuri doesn't respond, but you hear her breathing. You chance opening one eye to look at her and the sight before you almost sends you over the cliff.
There sits Shuri, bottoms gone, one leg thrown over the arm of the chair with her hand gliding through her folds, spreading her wetness around her pretty pussy with her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. Her eyes pull up to meet yours and you stare at each other for a few moments.
"Uyabona indlela ondenza ndibemanzi ngayo? Ukubukela nje wena." (You see how wet you make me? Just from watching you) Shuri breathes out as her spare hand grips the armrest, and you can tell she's close.
You reach your hand out to her, "I-panther yam, come here. Let me taste you."
Shuri rises immediately, stripping off her top and sports bra as she crosses the short space between you and stopping at the side of the bed. "Undifuna phi?" (Where do you want me?)
Your hand grazes through her slick folds as your mouth waters at the thought of tasting her, "My face. Sit on your throne, my queen."
Shuri wastes no time climbing onto the bed before settling over you, her beautiful, dripping cunt hovering just over your mouth, "Ndicela ungandigezeli." (Please don't tease me.)
You don't respond, instead gripping Shuri's hips and bringing her pussy down to within your mouth's reach before going to town. You start by licking a flat stripe up her folds, collecting as much of her essence on your tongue as you possibly can, moaning at her taste, "You taste so good, my love." You abandon the dildo inside of you, bringing your other hand up and parting her folds to wrap your lips around her clit and suck.
Shuri throws her head back, a loud moan falling from her lips as she begins rocking her lower lips against your face "Ewe, Nkosi, Ewe." (Yes, oh god, yes.)
You squeeze and slap Shuri's ass, lurching her forward so she grips the headboard, giving her more leverage to ride your face as you flatten your tongue to let her use you. You trail your hands up to her breasts, coating them in the leftover lube covering your fingers before rolling her sensitive buds between your fingers.
She throws her head back, a fresh river of slick flowing out of her and directly onto your waiting tongue as her hips lose their rhythm and her thighs start shaking; a telltale sign that she's about to cum.
You sink two fingers into her, scissoring them apart and massaging her inner walls before curling them and rubbing against that spongy spot as you suck her pulsing, swollen clit.
"Nje kanjalo. Ndifake nje kanjalo!" (Just like that. Fuck me just like that!) Shuri fists your hair into her hands to keep you in place as her orgasm takes her. Her juices flow out of her like a breached dam and her entire body shakes as she cries out. You wrap your hands around her hips to keep her from lifting off of you as you eagerly drink up every last drop she has to give you, then pumping your fingers a few more times in tandem with your mouth on her clit to coax more liquid from her.
Shuri throws her head back and begins rocking against your fingers again, moaning uncontrollably as another orgasm approaches.
"My greedy girl," You smile, French kissing her puffy clit, "You want to cum again?"
Shuri’s hands move to play with her nipples as she nods frantically, "Ndiyacela. Ndicela undenze cum for kwakhona." (Please. Please make me cum again).
You add a third finger, thrusting them inside of her while your thumb works her clit "Ride my fingers, pretty girl. Just like that."
Shuri's hands start shaking around her breasts as her second orgasm washes over her with a cry of your name and you seal your lips around her clit, sucking to draw it out for as long as possible before Shuri collapses next to you, drawing you into a deep kiss and humming as she tastes herself on your lips.
You hold her in your arms as you wait patiently–as intense as her orgasms are, it never takes her long to reload to be ready to go again.
Sure enough, less than three minutes later Shuri is pulling your head up to hers before trapping you in a passionate kiss. She wastes no time working her tongue into your mouth as she pushes you onto your back, climbing over you and spreading your legs. She pulls her lips away from yours as she takes hold of the toy, slowly pushing it in and out of you as you both watch. "Ingaba ukunditya ngaphandle kukwenza ubemanzi kanje sthandwa?" (Does eating me out get you this wet, honey?)
You nod as your hips start rocking, meeting each thrust. "Mmmm, yes."
"Uyakuthanda ukukholisa i-panther yakho, akunjalo?" (You love pleasing your panther, don't you?)
"Shuriiii, please." Your back arches as the coil within you tightens, ready to snap.
"Nceda ntoni, ntombazana entle? Ingaba udinga ntoni?" (Please what, pretty girl? What do you need?)
"I–I wanna cum on your strap, Shuri. Wanna cum all over you." You're floating, babbling nonsensically as you twitch uncontrollably.
Shuri hums before she's shifting on top of you, resting on her knees as she taps her kimoyo bracelet and your favorite strap materializes on her hips, "Yilento ubuyifuna, nkosazana?" (Is this what you wanted, princess?)
You slowly rub your clit as Shuri gets ready, lubing up her strap and pulling the dildo from you, discarding it out of your sight before gripping your thighs and spreading them apart.
"Undilungiselele?" (You ready for me?) Shuri asks as she shifts the strap closer to your entrance, at your nod, she issues her next command, "Yifake." (Put it in)
You guide the tip to your waiting hole and Shuri doesn't hesitate to sink in to the hilt, pulling loud moans from the both of you as her hips connect to yours. "Oh, Shuri. You feel so good baby." You gasp out as she sets a brutal pace, fucking into you deep and hard.
Shuri hooks your knees over her arms and leans forward, changing the angle and forcing your legs to stay open as she reaches depths that only she can hit.
Her name leaves your lips like a prayer as she drills into you relentlessly "Yessss baby just like that. Right there right there. Oh my God I'm cumming. Shuri I'm gonna cum!" Your moans turn into screams of pleasure as Shuri fucks you senseless.
"Yiza kum, ngelosi." (Cum for me, angel) Is all she needs to say before your orgasm overtakes you. Your legs lock up, toes curling as your pussy gushes all over Shuri and her strap. Your thighs start shaking uncontrollably as Shuri fucks you through the aftershocks, holding you down so you can't squirm away. It's only when tears begin leaking from your eyes does she let up, thrusting shallowly as she leans back and rubs your thighs to bring you back to Earth.
She stills inside you, pressing kisses to your neck and cheeks as your breathing begins to slow down, "Intombazana elungileyo kum." (Such a good girl for me) She speaks to you softly, caressing any piece of skin she can reach.
"I've never cum that hard before." You giggle breathlessly and you feel Shuri smile into your neck, kissing your skin one more time before pulling back and staring into your eyes,
"I hope you don't think I'm done with you, entle." Shuri sends you a hopeful smile, which you return.
"I know, just a few more minutes, honey."
"Of course, sthandwa sam." Shuri kisses your lips as she slowly pulls out before laying next to you and kissing you softly as she wraps her arms around you.
You cradle her face in your hands as you return the kiss, sucking on her bottom lip before tangling your tongue with hers. Shuri grips your hips and pulls you flush against her body, making you gasp against her mouth.
Shuri smirks into your lips as she angles her head to kiss you deeper. Shuri begins thrusting slowly, the strap to slipping between your folds as she swallows your moans. You begin to meet her thrusts as you throw your head back and her lips drop to your neck, sucking and biting marks into your skin.
"Undilungiselele kwakhona?" (You ready for me again?) Shuri questions, looking down on you with hooded eyes that are flooded with arousal.
"Yes." You breathe, drunk on her love. Your body is pliant in Shuri's hands as she maneuvers you onto your stomach, your ass presented in the air and your back in a deep arch, just how Shuri likes it.
Shuri admires you from this angle before suddenly licking a fat stripe up your cunt, causing you to jump in surprise. She grips your left asscheek with her hand to spread you open as she swirls her tongue around your clit, moaning at your taste coating her tongue. "Ungcamla kamnandi." (You taste so fucking good). She comments, sealing her lips over your swollen clit and circling two fingers in your ocean before dipping them inside of you, her other hand stroking the strap between her legs.
"Uhhhh, Shuriiii." You moan out as your thighs begin to shake "You're gonna make me cum, baby."
Shuri merely hums as she nestles her face further into you. She curls her fingers once, twice, and on the third caress you let go. Your knees give out causing you to fall away from her mouth as you collapse on the bed. Shuri chases you and drinks as best she can as she continues to jack herself off, deep moans escaping rumbling low in her chest as she inches herself toward her own orgasm.
You look back at her, watching her hand move over the strap for a few moments, "You plan on cumming on the bed or in this pussy?" You ask as you lock eyes with her.
Shuri says nothing as she slides her hands under your hips, lifting your ass back in the air. She doesn't give you a moment before she sinks in balls deep, pounding your pussy, "Ngaba ufuna ndihambe nawe?" (You want me to cum in you?). Her voice is deep and goes straight to your core.
"Yesssss, fill me up baby." You fist the soaked sheets in your hands as your love takes you apart for the third time. "Gimme all of it."
"Uza kuyithatha yonke? Yonke i-cum yam kule pussy encinci." (You gonna take all of it? All my cum in this pretty little pussy.)
"Babyyyyy, you're gonna make me cum." Your legs begin to give out on you again and Shuri follows you, pressing you to the mattress as she lays on top of you and fucking you deeper than she ever has while whispering the filthiest things in your ear.
"Yibambe, mama. Ufuna uhamba nam." (Hold it, mama. Want you to cum with me.) Shuri begins swirling her hips, grinding into you and massaging your G-spot directly as you scream her name.
"Ndikhwaze, ntombazana. Yazisa wonke umntu ukuba ulungile kangakanani." (Scream for me baby girl, let everyone know how good I fuck you.) Shuri sits up, one hand on the back of your throat and the other fisted in the sheets as she begins pounding into you, using you for her pleasure as her orgasm approaches. "Ngubunjana kabani lo?" (Whose pussy is this?)
"It's yours, Shuri. It's your pussy."
"Undithe nca kum, andithi?" (She's so tight for me, isn't she?) Shuri's hips move like a piston with one goal in mind; to make the both of you cum as hard as possible.
"You fuck this pussy so good, Shuri. Don't stop baby please don't stop. I'm gonna cum." Your toes curl as your orgasm speeds closer, "Fuck me through it, baby. Fuck me through it. Fuck me hard just like that." You try to muffle your cries into the pillow beneath you, but Shuri fists her hand in your hair, pulling your head back as she continues to drill into you.
"Ndifuna ukukuva." (I want to hear you) She grunts as her rhythm begins to falter, "Ndizakuzalisa umhle kangaka." (I'm gonna fill you up so fucking good.)
"I'm cumming Shuri. Oh my God!" You squirt with a scream of Shuri's name and Shuri follows you over the cliff, her whole body going stiff as she presses into you and fills you to the brim before collapsing on top of you.
The two of you lay there for a while as you come down from what was easily the most intense orgasms you ever had together. You giggle mindlessly as Shuri starts to shift around and lift herself off of you, slowly pulling out and dissolving the strap with a tap at her kimoyo beads.
"What's so funny, entle?"
You shrug, giggling some more as Shuri helps you roll onto your back, smiling lovingly down at you before collapsing beside you and pulling you into her side.
"I love you." Shuri mumbles as she presses kiss after kiss to your hairline.
"I love you too, my panther." Your lips graze her jaw, "I missed you so much, Shuri. I don't sleep the same without you next to me."
Shuri looks down at you as she intertwines your fingers, "Then let's never sleep apart again."
warnings — shuri’s touchy, dom!shuri, fingering (r!receiving), light choking but also not rlly choking, reader is easily embarrassed (a lil projecting yk), they’re best friends, shuri is a lil mean n condescending, verbal kink (?), humiliation kink (again projection my apologies), slight love kink lol, dirty talk but its sweet imo, n i think that’s it.
a/n — completely forgot about taglists but u can send me an ask to be on it ! for now i'm just tagging the inspos n some of my fav accs <3
if you really wanna kiss me, kiss me quickly (do it quickly, do it, do it, do it quickly, do it, do it)
“thank you everyone”, you laugh. your voice rings through the area as the claps ring out, cheers echoing through your favourite bar to perform at. a cheeky smile is spreading across your cheeks and your heart is pumping with adrenaline.
your heart races as you make your way down the stairs, looking into the dark eyes of your best friend as she holds her hand out for you to grasp. “brilliant,” she firmly pulls you close. “as always, s’thandwa.” murmuring the words against the shell of your ear.
the blood rushes to your face, shielded by the depths of the tones of your skin as you flash her a quick shy smile and clear your throat, muttering her thanks under your breath. you let her walk you to your dressing room, exchanging greetings with both familiar and unfamiliar faces, as you take to trying to ignore shuri’s warm firm press on the skin of your lower back.
the soft neo-soul track dampens with the soft click of your dressing room door, and you go to gather your belongings, you stop to reapply your lip gloss and lock eyes with shuri in the mirror. she’s leaning against the door frame, arms crossed across her torso, and you find she’s watching you like a cat does her prey.
“you’re so devastatingly gifted, you know that?” she sings in that low alluring voice of hers. the beating of your heart rings in your ears as her words settle into a tight ball in the depths of your stomach. you can hear yourself giggle nervously as you avert your eyes, muttering out a weak, “stop”, as you put your lip gloss and the last of your stuff in your bag.
shuri laughs softly with a smirk on her pretty lips, pushing off the door as you approach her, “you never could take a compliment.” the roll of your eyes prompts her to laugh louder as she opens the door for you to make your way to her car. the ignition rumbles into a start then she's reversing into the route to your apartment.
she hums softly, embarrassingly, to your own track and you take the opportunity to admire her. shuri’s and your relationship was hard to describe; while traditionally you were best friends – the pet names, the touches, and the way she spoke to you, not to mention the constant tension, all said something completely different. the logical part of you defined it as shuri’s interest in you but the sensing side of yourself denied that idea vehemently – there was just no way the queen of wakanda, the black panther, and quite frankly, the light of your life was in love with you.
“y/n, baby, you good?”
you snap out of your thoughts and find that you’re parked outside of your building. shuri’s dark eyes are intense as they roam over your seated figure and you smile softly, definitely not into you, “yeah, are you coming up tonight?” you blink at the insinuation in your words. opening the door to jump out and keeping it slightly ajar to hear her hum of agreement.
before you can get pulled into your thoughts, your loft apartment door is closing and you're throwing yourself on your couch with a deep sigh. shuri places herself right next to you, her hand sliding over your thigh as she guides your leg over hers. your foot falls between her man-spread legs and she essentially draws you right against her, inadvertently spreading your legs as your head lulls to rest in the dip of her neck. she sighs as she mindlessly traces patterns on your heated skin, and you try, desperately, to tame the fire growing under your skin.
the silence is filled with a tension you can feel with every expanse of your lungs, every beat of your heart, and every pump of blood through your veins but also carries that familiar comfort and calm that comes with being around shuri. her hand switches from brushing along your inner calf to the muscles of your inner thigh, and your breath hitches as you subconsciously drop your legs open that much more – just enough for her to notice, surely. her hand pauses and you freeze at the chuckle that leaves her lips, moving into her form, as if you could disappear into her if you pressed close enough.
“something you want to say to me, y/n?”
your head draws further into her neck as you stammer out her name, your ribs feeling like cages to the heat overflowing within you, “i think you know.” your voice shakes as you hear her let out a click of disapproval.
“i can’t give you anything if you don’t tell me what i want to hear.” her voice has the condescending lure of a siren disparaging her victim. you whimper, she's being so mean. slowly, you bring yourself to straddle her and drop your gaze to her lips to avoid that look in her eyes, “you’re acting dumb on purpose.” you whine out in utter humiliation.
her hands grip your waist to still your gyrating hips, pressing you into her lap, “i need to hear you say it, angel. can you do that for me?” her lips are brushing your cheekbone, and she's squeezing your skin.
your lips part, wanting to hear more, and feel more, “shuri, please… please i need you.” you're breathless. the words spill out as desperate gasps of air and you're embarassed by how wet that makes you. you felt like you couldn't breathe, the heated atmosphere deliciously suffocating.
you feel her smirk spread as her hands slip down your thighs and play with the hem of your skirt, she hums as one hand makes its way to exactly where you need her. the other wrapping around your neck to bring your gaze to hers, she hates when your eyes aren’t on hers. you exhale a stuttered breath as you look into the intensity of them, she looks like she wants to ruin you. your pussy clenches as your hips buck, every breath shared between the both of you fuelling the pool between your legs.
those slender fingers slip into your panties and immediately slide over your clit, and you're moaning out. shuri's bringing your lips right against her own, not kissing you, just holding you there — breathing air into and stealing the air from your lungs, simultaneously giving you life, and taking it away from you.
“that’s it, my pretty fucking baby, let me feel you.”
her voice is coaxing you towards the ocean of your release and guiding you to rock your hips in time with her fingers. you’re whimpering, pleading with her to give you more, and more – you want everything she has to give. she chuckles, that condescending lilt humiliating you but simultaneously adding to the tightening in your core, she slips a finger into your entrance and you’re crying out into the swell of her lips, “please, please, please… shuri”.
“tell me you love me, s'thandwa, and i'll take you there.”
she starts to circle the swell of your clit with the pad of her thumb, your eyes momentarily shut, and all you can see, hear, and breathe is her. the exchange of breath, the coo of her voice, and suddenly you're insatiable — you need her. if you were more coherent you would have heard the mirrored desperation laced in her tone, like she needed to hear that to continue living, needed you to fuel her existence.
the warmth from the humiliation of feeling so exposed pushes you further, as she gives you a second finger and presses right against your spot. your hips are stuttering as you wetly gasp out her name. “i know, i know angel, that’s my spot, isn’t it? right there hm? that’s where you need me?”
your form twitches at her words, your pussy clenching around her fingers, drawing her deeper into you, wanting her home, “i love you; i love you so much, please shuri, please.” you’re crying out. your hand is gripping the arm working your dripping pussy, your hips canting to the pretty melody of her thrusts, and her eyes are boring into yours as you beg her to bring you over. her grip around your throat tightens slightly, her thumb brushing up and down the tendon, as she curls her fingers to brush your spot, her spot, and you’re stilling.
“ndiphilele s'thandwa sam' (come for me, my love).”
then you’re sobbing out your orgasm, your body is shaking violently, feeling shuri’s sharp intake of breath against your lips as she works and talks you through it. you’re panting into her mouth, tears collecting on the lashes of your shut eyes as you try to breathe through the aftershocks. you feel shuri’s praises rather than hear them, her hands caressing the bare expanse of your ribs, “there you go. breathe for me, nkosazana, come back to me.”
when you come to, shuri’s gazing at you so deeply that you’re forced to slightly pull back and look down at her lips again, “you haven’t kissed me”, you whisper. you roll your lips in embarrassment when she just tilts her head and smirks. “stop," you drag the syllable out, "i literally told you i love you while i was coming on your fingers, nigga. and you still haven’t kissed me.” you whine as you slightly push her shoulder.
“i love you, y/n. ungumoya endiphefumelayo, ungulukhanyo lwam' (you are the air that I breathe, you are [the giver of] my sight). the sole bearer of my soul," she pauses. her hand rises to gently grip yours, and bring it to rest on the beating of her heart, "and look at me. i need you to know that above all of that, uluvuko wam', sthandwa (you are [the cause of] my resurrection, love).”
she looks at you seriously, unrelentingly, wanting her words to sink into the crevices of your skin to carve themselves within your psyche, and your eyes instantly fill with tears as you whisper her name with a tremble.
a squeeze of your waist and she’s leaning in as you shakily exhale and, in a moment, her lips are on yours, moving in synchronicity, melting over yours like the sun into the horizon. shuri’s kissing you like she wants to breathe you in, trapping you in place so you have no choice but to take and take everything she’s giving you.
she loves you.
do it quickly ‘fore the end of the song, waiting a minute for your love.
Summary: out of boredom you ask Shuri what she considers to be quite an idiotic question.
"Are you cheating on me?" You ask walking down the lab stairs Shuri turns her bright eyes to you. Riri glances at you both before slowly walking up the lab stairs "and that's my cue that's my cue"
Shuri looks at you as if you're crazy "I'm sorry...am I cheating on YOU?" She asks to make sure she heard the words right the first time you nod she blinks a couple of times as if it will help register your words in her mind. "Have you seen yourself? Seriously why would I cheat on you? I'd have to seriously not be in the right mind...you cook for me come and visit me while I'm working and never complain even though I'm always busy you just enjoy the time that we are allowed together. Have you been smoking with Riri or something? Must have thinking crazy thoughts like that I should flick you in your head" you laugh and hug her she looks down at you still confused "would you cheat on me if someone prettier approached you?" She has had enough and slaps the back of your head causing you to wince "what was that for?" She laughs "stupid question number two you got a third?" You look at her and think for a moment she waits prepared to hit you in the head again. "That's what I thought coming in here with stupid thoughts this is a lab not American news" she shakes her head and rubs your shoulder "now move over a bit so I can see if these results match the last ones I just collected." She continues mumbling disbeliefs to herself as you kiss her cheek and walk back up the lab stairs you and Riri catch each other's eyes before bursting into laughter. "I told you not to ask her that dumbass question"
One thing I like about MCU Shuri and also think several people sorely get wrong is that she's the more cool-headed character. She is slower to shout, panic, and anger, being relatively more laidback. Shuri would rather wall up and bury herself in her lab (M'Baku confirms this at Ramonda's funeral, and we see her doing just that in the beginning) before lashing out.
Even Ryan described how T'Challa was more hotheaded to T'Chaka's diplomat, while Shuri was the more cool and laid back one to fiery Ramonda.
We see it in her clothing styles.
We see this in the way she initially approaches things. Two key instances:
The way she first responds and confronts Namor. Shuri is still on defense at the river, but she is less combative or reactive compared to Ramonda. Shuri more quietly assesses and responds to him. Compare this to Ramonda, who immediately fires back and disregards what he says without even checking if it could possibly be true, to which Shuri has to point out some truths by empirical evidence (i.e., Ramonda dismissed him saying only they had vibranium, Shuri gently nudges her, saying he's covered in it, so that cannot be the case). A similar thing happens when she is down in Talokan with Namor. Throughout it all, Shuri kept a leveled head and bit back her tongue to think of solutions, even when things started turning south. She knew how to shut up as well rather than argue him down more (something not many people know how to do).
The way Shuri tried to extract Riri compared to Okoye. For starters, Shuri did not break into bathrooms or bring spears in Riri's dorm - she blended in and used the door. She did not make threats and give an ultimatum either. Shuri just tried to explain the urgency to Riri and draw her out without the use of physical force.
We also see it in her reactions with other characters.
In the first movie, she tells T'Challa to "calm down" when he shouts at her to drive. We also see her not care to fight T'Challa for the mantle, even if it is her birthright (she just wanted to go home and get out of a particularly uncomfortable corset). Instead, she prefers to fight alongside and as support.
Black Panther: "The Black Panther lives. And when he fights for the fate of Wakanda, I will be right there beside him."
Black Panther 2: "I was not trying to save the mantle mother, I was trying to save my brother."
For another example regarding her interactions with characters from Wakanda Forever, Riri is consistently depicted to be the more anxious and is more inclined to lose composure. Shuri, even when she's stressed or overwhelmed too, is often the one to remain composed. Shuri attempts to calm Riri down so she doesn't have a panic attack. Shuri also didn't reply when Riri started snapping at her about the FBI, only calmly working about and mapping out an escape plan.
One last particular example is with Okoye. Shuri is less quick to be defensive or shout compared to Okoye. We see it in the way Okoye commanded her to get in the car, and rather than shout back, she simply uttered quietly, "Why are you shouting at me..." Shuri didn't reply to Riri snapping, but Okoye did not let anything slide, pointing the finger back to her. During this entire exchange, Shuri was quietly observing before cutting in, saying how they needed to work together to get out of their situation.
Black Panther Wakanda Forever was her later in-character out-of-character. In other words, that unrivaled anger and snapping you saw was never her baseline. She's not an angry or vengeful person. That was the point of Ramonda, "Show him who you are," when she was hesitating killing Namor.
It was the result of her character at a breaking point. Shuri was not coping properly and dealing with frustrations she couldn't see her way out of. Shuri was struggling with spirituality. She was trying to know if her family was truly still there. She was trying to find the reason behind her failure and loss. Shuri already began cracking since T'Chaka died (see: Wakanda Files). T'Challa's death just broke her, with her narrowly holding her pieces together.
A/n: I got this fantastic idea from @kram6496 , I edited it a bit so that it would fit a black reader but the inspiration for it came from them <3 Also the picture is from @dirtyduane
Phrases: Inbazana-girl || Sthandwa-my love || Le intombazana izoba kukufa kwam-This girl will be the death of me || gugu’lami-my treasure || ubungangamsha bakho - Your Majesty || Nkosazana-princess || Ndingubani igama lam - what's my name
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You were covered in blankets, animal pelts, and anything else that might bring you some warmth. Life in the Jabari mountains was harsh, you weren’t used to this kind of blistering cold. Even in America, winters were not like this. As a liaison for the Avengers and as princess Shuri’s lover, you had no choice but to stay after Namor’s attack. You wanted nothing more than to remain by the princess’s side, offering your support and love. However, all you could do right now was wait for Shuri, Nakia, and Riri to return to the mountains.
Shuri had begged you to remain in the mountains as a form of protection for her people, reassuring you that if anything were to happen you’d be the first to know. You felt your heart clench at the idea of the synthetic heart-shaped herb doing damage to your lover. There were so many things that could go wrong.
Internal Bleeding, chemical poisoning, blindness, heart failure, the list goes on. And you wouldn’t be there to care for her.
You took a deep breath trying to calm your racing nerves, you relaxed your fist and as the lion’s pelt fell from your shoulders you were met with a bone-chilling breeze that made your teeth chatter and your nipples pebble against your shirt. You found yourself missing the warm bed that you and Shuri shared, although the Jabari tribe did everything to make sure you were comfortable the bed lacked Shuri’s smell of jasmine and cacao butter.
“Damn you M’baku,” you muttered under your breath racing to grab the pelt. “Who in their right mind would stay here willingly.”
“Aww is my little American cold,” a voice giggled.
“Shuri,” you gasped running to her, forgetting the teeth-chattering temperature. “You’re okay! Thank god.”
“Yes, I told you. You should have more faith in me, my love.”
As you clashed with her, you failed to notice the black suit. You were hit with small knife-like, icy pains as your skin came into contact with her.
“What the-”
You finally noticed what she was wearing: a skin-tight vibranium suit outlining her thin, muscular frame. You also took in what was paining you, her suit was littered with metal, metal that was cold to the touch.
“Can you take that thing off so I can hug you properly,” you huffed.
She smirked, licking her lips, “I would think that you would enjoy feeling me in this.”
Her hands found your waist and her newfound strength didn’t miss you. Her grip was, not painful, but stronger. You doubt she even noticed. You moved your hands from her chest to her neck, placing a small peck on her cheek, one that she leaned into, unconsciously seeking you.
“My love, in any other situation I would pounce on you but I’m freezing. Do you see how ashy I am? No matter how much lotion I put on this cold fights against,” you complained. “On top of that-”
“So your cold,” she deadpanned lovingly with a raised eyebrow.
“I’m fucking freezing,” you whined, jumping up and down.
She sighed and in the blink of an eye, her suit disappeared, leaving her in skin-tight, black performance gear. She could now feel your pebbled nipples against her body, she could feel the goosebumps littering your skin, and she could also properly feel your ass.
“My poor little princess,” she pouted sarcastically, groping and kneading you, before placing a kiss on your forehead and trailing down to kiss your neck, her hands coming up to hold your upper back.
“Perhaps there’s a way we can heat each other up,” she smirked before walking toward the bed.
Her hips swayed in a newfound grace and the skin-tight clothing allowed you to follow her frame perfectly. You followed behind dutifully, taking off your shirt and bonnet as you approached her. Your chest began to rise and fall quicker following the increased speed of your heart and, despite the frigid temperatures, you felt a familiar heat enter your abdomen.
“Come on my princess,” the new queen commanded as she sat on the bed with her back against the wall.
Her eyes never left you and as you crawled to her, placing yourself on her lap, you couldn’t help but shiver. Before, you were stronger, physically at least. Now, with the strength of the Black Panther, Shuri matched you, possibly even beat you, in pure strength and that made the tingles spread from your spine to your core faster than ever.
You felt her hands run through your hair, forcing you to kiss her. Your tongues clashed and you could practically taste the coffee she drinks every day. You could feel her curls against your forehead, tickling your skin and comforting you, reminding you that this was yours. She was yours. Her tongue continued to twirl around yours, hungrily searching for something. While the heat rose and the breaths quickened, the warmth from your mouths created small clouds of condensation that made Shuri’s heart quicken in anticipation. The smell of cocoa butter and jasmine filled your nose and as saliva dribbled down your chin, your hands reached down in between you, trying to find the hem of her shirt.
“Shit,” you whimpered, as her left hand gripped your braids and pulled.
“What do you think you’re doing,” she panted, catching her breath. “Hmm?”
Her left hand stayed in your hair while the right one caressed your waist. Holding you close, breathing in your scent, while feeling your chest rise and fall against her was one of the queen’s favorite things.
“I want to see you,” you groaned, your hands still on her waist, too scared to move them.
“Mmm,” she groaned, kissing your neck. “You know what I want, sthandwa?”
“What,” you gasped, as you felt her flick your nipples.
“I want to see you fall apart on my thigh.”
Sealing her request, she placed you on her thigh and leaned against the wall, relaxing. When you stayed still in bewilderment the new Black Panther grew impatient, smacking your ass. As it jiggled against her thigh Shuri felt a wave of pleasure shoot through her.
“Fuck,” you whined, feeling the slick, expensive polyester against your silk shorts as you moved.
“Come on,” Shuri groaned. “You know how I like it, baby.”
She gripped your hips, clawing at your thin pants.
“Bast help me. Dressing like a whore and wondering why you’re so fucking cold,” she gritted out before allowing her mouth to grab ahold of one of your nipples.
“Shuri,” you gasped, hips stilling to arch your back.
“What’s my name,” she growled, pulling your hair once more. “Move your hips baby.”
Your slick seeped through your pants as the coil in your stomach began building. Your hips whined into her thigh and your hands dug into her shoulders, searching for support. You felt her hands rubbing up and down your sides as she whispered Xhosa into your ear. Fire began to spread through your fingertips and your toes, slowly creeping up toward your spine. Your palms dug into Shuri’s shoulders before your nails curled and began digging too.
"Ndingubani igama lam," she whispered, her grip on your braids tightening even more.
“My queen,” you whimpered, feeling your eyes roll back.
Shuri relished in watching you get off. She loved how your nipples stuck out when you arched your back, she loved how breathy your whines got when you were about to cum, and she loved how frustrated and pouty you became when she decided to be mean. Most importantly she loved that all this came from her, every sensation you relished couldn’t be felt without her being there, without her holding you. She gazed at your erotic figure and felt her stomach tighten in bliss.
“I want you. I want to taste you. Fuck,” you begged, the feeling of her body making you high. “Please. Please let me taste it.”
Shuri hissed at your words. With her hands on your waist, she could feel your muscles contracting and relaxing, trying to get a release. Your gasps and moans went straight from her ears to her core. She watched, arms holding you close, as your head tipped back, your stomach quivering, breath leaving your lips in small puffs of steam. She listened while your moans got louder, hearing her name get whinier, her breathing becoming faster as if syncing with your body. She felt you as your muscles moved, as your delightful juices seeped through her pants, watching while your breasts jiggled in front of her.
“Come on baby,” she pushed, wrapping her hands around your neck, bringing you closer so she could whisper in your ear. “Give me one, I know you can do that for me. You want to taste me, don’t you? You want my pussy in your mouth? Then cum all pretty for me, intombazana.”
Red hot explosions entered your bloodstream and coursed throughout your body at her words. Shuri always knew how to get you over the edge, her beautiful accent winding you up and breaking you down in the most pleasurable ways.
“That’s it,” she whimpered. “Fuck.”
Your hips stilled finally and you felt a thankfulness enter your chest as Shuri allowed you to catch your breath. Time slowed as she looked at you, fucked out and pleasured by her. You didn’t realize she was staring until you felt her lips on yours.
Your tongues were locked once again, sucking and twirling around each other. Your fingers worked quickly, finding the hem of her shirt and pulling up, careful not to let it catch on her earrings. As you pulled up, your knuckles grazed her silky smooth skin, luxuriously cared for with body butters and oils only royalty could buy. You wasted no time in attaching yourself to one of her nipples causing her to arch her back into you. Your tongue flicked and swirled around her perky bud while teasing the other one with your fingers.
“Le intombazana izoba kukufa kwam,” she breathed out repeatedly as her hips rolled, trying to find some friction.
She gripped your waist once again and pushed herself down, laying against the pillows. As she moved, her thigh grazed your core once more making your abdomen clench at the sudden overstimulation.
“Pleasure your queen, gugu’lami” Shuri groaned, watching you with hooded eyes.
Your heart fluttered at her command, wanting nothing more than to see her relaxed. You moved in between her legs, gripping her pants and placing a kiss above her belly button before quickly stripping her.
“I would want nothing more, ubungangamsha bakho,” you grinned, kissing her right ankle.
As you looked down at her you could see her hazy eyes, gazing up at you through her beautiful curly hair. A simple, silver anklet you had gotten her lay loose around her ankle, shocking your lips with the coolness of it.
Coming down and kissing her through her underwear, you licked and nipped at the flesh hiding underneath the fabric, smiling when you felt her legs on your shoulders.
“I want to hear you speak Xhosa more often, my love,” the young queen preened as she arched her back. “You coul- fuck!”
You pushed her underwear to the side and made direct contact with her core, placing an open mouth kiss on her slit.
“I could what, baby,” you smirked softly before licking her clit, feeling yourself salivate at the taste, before you wrapped your hand around her right thigh.
Shuri jumped at the cold rings on your finger, the thin bands providing a small shock to her system. She could feel the promise ring she had given you dig into her flesh, making her see stars. Her Majesty couldn’t finish her sentence even if she tried, the words lost in her brain. No matter how brilliant or smart she is, you had a way of making her go dumb.
She could feel the pleasure building up at the base of her spine and, as you looked up, you could see the steam leaving her mouth, her chest rising then falling in short bursts. Her head was tipped back and her hands gripped the pillows beside her while her toes curled against your back. Her juices and your saliva began to run down your chin and onto the bed, creating a vulgar wet spot between her legs.
“What would people think,” you started. “If they saw that I could taste the glorious Black Panther. How lucky would they think I am.”
You got high off of the thought. That you: a young black-American woman, got to see the Queen of Wakanda at her most vulnerable. That you got to have her cum dripping from your mouth. That you had her heart.
You could feel Shuri’s legs begin to flex, her newfound strength allowing her to truly suffocate you. Small whines left her lips as you continued to lap at her clit, fingers gripping your braids in an attempt to force you closer to her.
“Don’t be a brat today, Nkosazana. I swear, my love if you stop right now,” she paused to whine when you finally pushed your fingers into her. “I won’t let you cum till your fucking American holiday about - hah.”
Your fingers dug into her g-spot with laser precision, the idea of being a brat and edging her had crossed your mind but, the idea of her falling apart after so much stress had you biting your lip and crossing your legs.
Her hips began to roll into your tongue, legs spreading farther, her hands buried in your hair, trying to get her release faster.
The feeling of her using you like this had your clit throbbing and your heart beating.
Use me. Use me! USE ME!
It was all you could think as she rode your face to completion.
Shuri’s pleasure increased tenfold when she saw your face. She knew what you were thinking the moment your eyes rolled back, the moment you gripped her thighs to pull her closer to your face. The pleasure in her abdomen burned and simmered as she watched you, before boiling over into her arteries. Heat shot to her brain and made her legs close around your face. She came without warning. Your hands tightened around her thighs as you watched her face. Mouth open and eyes closed, hair draped on her forehead, mixing with her eyelashes. Drool began to leave the corners of her mouth before she closed it and swallowed. Hard.
Your eyes followed her throat before returning to look at her face.
“Get up here, gugu’lami,” Shuri smiled, before it quickly become a frown. “Wai-ah!”
Your mouth returned to her slit, lapping up the juices that leaked, evidence of her orgasm. You licked until you were sure that it was all gone and none was wasted, before coming up for air.
“You brat,” she glared at you, still between her legs, arms now resting on her stomach.
The small, cool-toned light that made it into the room, hit Shuri’s skin beautifully, giving it a shine like silver. Her lips, slightly parted, were lustfully swollen, proof of your lips on hers. You were so busy drinking in her beauty that you didn’t notice the way she was looking at you. Love shone in her eyes as she found comfort in your warmth.
“I had to make sure it was all gone, would you have left any,” you glared back playfully, placing a kiss on her torso.
Shuri’s fingers wandered into your hair as she continued to gaze at you lovingly. Watching how content you looked with just being with her. It was in these moments when Shuri was reminded how much you meant to her, how much she loves you.
“When this is all done,” Shuri swallowed. “I’m gonna marry you.”
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A/n: Please leave me feedback, I really want to improve so tell me something you liked or something that could be worked on <3
Letitia: you don't have to talk about me let's give others a chance
Tenoch: anyway, I loved working with you so much. Our characters mirror each other, they share the same grief and the same wound and working with you helped me understand my character better
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"Is everyone clear on instructions?" Your professor asked from the front of the classroom. There were whispers among the class but ultimately everyone answered yes. Prof. Diggs nodded, giving permission to start the project before he took a seat at his desk. He was your art teacher, as calm and chill as they come. He was one of your favorites considering he wasn't always jumping down his students throats.
As you finally started to get into the flow of your sketch, his phone rang. He picked it up, muttering a few words before he stood from his desk, clearing his throat.
"I have to run down to the front office real quick. Best behavior please, lord knows I don't need miss Mulligan asking about my teaching capabilities. Again." He said, throwing on his suits jacket and tightening his tie. "Until I come back, ask your neighbor for help and if they can't I'll answer your questions when I get back." He instructed, saluting goodbye before he left the room.
Immediately, the room was filled with chatter. You sighed, throwing down your pencil, your thought process now thrown off.
"What's wrong?" Your friend, Eden asked from beside you. She was already well along with her drawing. It looked like it was going to be of her late brother.
"This finna be hard as hell. You know I don't mess with that hyperrealism shit." You said, rolling your eyes as you picked up your pencil, twirling it around your fingers.
"Well, just draw someone but like, abstract. We're in the second semester, by now Diggs knows your style." She suggested, starting to blend her own piece at some points. You shook your head at her idea.
"Nah, he specifically said he wants it to look like he can touch the person. I don't know, I think I might just settle for a nice D at this point." You shrugged, staring at the circle on your page. You took the paper off, crumbling it in your hands and replaced it with a fresh one. After that you didn't pay any more attention to it, pulling out your own sketchbook instead.
"Shii, I could settle for some good D too." Eden joked, smacking your hand down when you playfully shoved her, laughing too. "I'm not kidding!" She said, glaring at you with an offended look when you continued laughing. She rolled her eyes, going back to her drawing as you went back to your sketch.
Some minutes passed by and you two sat there in silence, surrounded by chatter. You were looking for inspiration in your old works while she was focusing on her new one. You were confused when out the corner of your eye you saw her put down her pencil too. Thinking she might've been done already, you looked over to see it unfinished. But maybe that was the look she was going for. You went to ask about it when she spoke up first.
"Girl, who is that fine ass specimen walking towards us." She asked, gawking over whoever it was. You were sure they couldn't have been that good looking that she had to stop drawing, but you stood corrected when your gaze met Riri's. She had been surveying the room for you, and once the two of you made eye contact she started making her way up the stairs to you. "Wait why she coming up here? And why y'all staring at each other like y'all know each other? Wait, bitch, you know her?"
"Shhh!" You hushed, staring at Riri in shock as start to get closer to where you were seated. Why in the hell why she in your class? Much less in your building? You quickly fixed your shocked face when she stood in front of you, her hands in the pockets of her plain grey nike sweatsuit as she stared down at you. "The fuck is you doing here?" You whispered, looking around for any watching eyes.
"Since when you think it's ok to curse at me?" She asked, cocking her head to the side. You stayed silent, leaning back in your seat as you mugged her instead of apologizing. She chuckled down at you, obviously a little surprised at your attitude but she didn't mind it, knowing it'd be fixed in no time. "You haven't been answering our texts, mama."
"Yeah, I know." You said, rolling your eyes and going back to your sketchbook. Duh, why tf she staring the obvious like you don't know what you've been doing. You knew exactly what you were doing. Being petty. But ain't no way you was gon watch them sit there and talk to that girl and not react. This was you reacting, and they caused it so they can fix it.
Now you were starting to tick her off. You could tell you were. The way she rolled her tongue against her cheek as she looked down at you. The way her hand clenched up inside of her pocket. The way she softly scoffed under breath when your attention went back to your book. You could tell. It was because you knew how to piss her off. No eye contact, attitude, basically just being disrespectful. She was big on respect.
A hand came between you and your book and before you could stop it, it was snatched from your grasp. Your gaze snapped to her as you stood, trying to reach over the desk to grab the book but to no avail. She kept it out of your reach, using her free hand to grab your own, keeping you in place just from that grip. She leaned her head over your shoulder so her mouth was right by your ear.
"I don't know what you're trying to pull, but you're lucky your in class right now. When this class is over you're coming to The Palace. By then I want what ever you got going on fixed." She leaned away from your ear so you were face to face, looking you in the eye. "Or, I will fix it for you. Ok?" She warned, waiting for an answer. You nodded, though you changed to a verbal yes quick after you saw the look on her face. She smirked, pecking your lips before she pulled away. She caught sight of Eden, who's jaw had dropped at the affectionate action. Riri waved, knowing who she was to you before she took her exit, taking the sketchbook with her.
You assumed she took that for assurance that you'd actually show up at The Palace. She knew you rarely went anywhere without it.
Finally relaxing again with her gone, you slumped in your chair. You groaned, dragging a hand down your face as you thought about how the rest of your day was going to go. If God was on your side today, you'd still be able to crawl come tomorrow. But it was Friday. Meaning you didn't have class for the next couple of days meaning both Riri and Shuri were less likely to take pity on you. Damn you fucked up. Why couldn't Riri have came on a Teusday?
"Bitch, you know Riri? Wait never mind, you fuck Riri? I couldn't tell that was her at first but you're with Riri? Wait a minute don't she got a girlfriend? And you bottom too? I knew you was just shit talking all them times you-"
"Eden!" You interrupted her, not enjoying the rant that was soon to come. "Yes, I'm with Riri. Yes she has a girlfriend, I'm with her too. Also no one needs to know about the whole bottom shit, you know? We can just...keep it to ourselves." You admitted, looking around the room for anyone that might've been watching the whole interaction. Why did she have to pull that in front everyone? She could've pulled you outside, texted you. You know what, maybe she did text, you had been ignoring her to be fair.
"We gon circle back to the bottom thing but girl you're with two fuckin drug dealers?!" Eden whisper-shouted but still you shushed her, not exactly fond of the idea of them getting caught. "I am shushing! How did you even manage to- wait how the fuck did she get in here?" She asked, looking around like she felt unsafe now.
"Girl first of all calm down. Acting like someone coming to kidnap your ass. They don't do that type of shit anyway. And that front office call was more than likely her so she could make her way up here. I also heard there was a tour or something today? She proli pretended to be apart of it." You answered, still stressed about what you were going to do after this class. You hoped it felt as long as English usually did, the longer you have to form a plan the better.
"Don't she go to MIT? The hell is she doing on Harvard campus?" Eden asked, but more to herself. For the first time since Riri left, she turned to look at you, seeing the nervous look on your face. "Girl why you shaking in your boots for? You bout to get your doonies beat down goodt. By two people! I'd be clacking my heels."
"I'm not even sure that's what's gon happen for real. That's what's making me nervous." You replied, taking your nail into your mouth to bite. Your best friend shrugged, going back to her painting.
"Well either way if you're not here next week I'll tell your teachers you had some sort of accident. Maybe one about your legs not working." She said, giggling to herself. You looked at her with a fake annoyed face, holding in the smile that threatened to show itself.
"You think you funny, huh?"
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Finally, your last class was over. Usually you'd be happy but unfortunately it did not go by as slow as you had hoped. You had no plan. You'd have to go to The Palace.
"I still can't believe you ain't tell me." Eden said, packing up her bag. You rolled your eyes at her dramatics, hearing her sniff like she was crying. You swung your own bag over your shoulder, waiting for her to be finished.
"Girl please. Like you be telling me every person that be dicking you down every two to five business days." You scoffed. Eden paused her actions, lifting her eyes to stare at me.
"You ain't een had to do that." She shook her head, finally fitting that fat ass computer into that small ass bag. She threw her bag on and we started to head to the door. As soon as we turned into the hallway we were face to face with Riri. She had been posted up on the wall checking her watch. Eden looked between the two of us, quickly dismissing herself while wishing me good luck.
Ri watched her leave before turning back to me, pushing herself off the wall. She was in the same outfit from before, except now her gold chain was untucked, and you could see what shoes she was wearing. They were just some dunks, ones Shuri bought all three of y'all so we could be matching. Coincidently, you happened to be wearing yours too. Riri leaned in closer to me, You thought she was going to greet you with a kiss. At the last minute, she swerved her head, reaching out and pulling my book bag from off your shoulder.
Yeah. Deserved that one.
She pulled your bag over her own shoulder, reaching her hand out to grab yours and smiling when you took it.
"I see ya attitude fixed." She said, using my hand to pull me so I was walking in front of her, then dropping it. "For now anyways."
"How you even here? I'm sure you got classes or something." You asked, wrapping your arms around yourself when you made it outside. It had gotten colder since morning. You'd forgotten to check the weather again and were wearing a short sleeve shirt. It was a little big too, which made it easier for the win to blow through.
"I got my ways. You of all people should know that by now." She answered shortly, giving you just enough for it to pass as an answer. You felt a soft fabric touch your shoulders and looked behind you to see Riri now in a grey shirt, continuing to make sure her hoodie was covering your shoulders.
"Thank you." You smiled, sticking your arms through the sleeves of the sweater. You zipped up the hoodie, leaning into the girl as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder, now next to you. She leaned down to press a kiss to your temple.
"'Course, ma." She muttered, using her free hand to take her phone out. You sunk into her some more. As petty as you had been, you'd miss her. You'd miss them. Of course you did, but you still weren't happy about the girl. You knew, however, there was no competition. Riri and Shuri would never do that to you. It was just the mere fact that they had entertained her. That's the part that bothered you.
You went to turn into the parking lot, only to be pulled in another direction by Riri. You looked up at her confused, but followed her nonetheless. She led you to some field on campus where a group of white guys were hanging. Some throwing a football, others just sitting and talking. She went up to one of the ones that were sitting, snatching the phone out of his hand. Your eyes widened, stepping behind her a little as she dropped her arm from around you, using both hands to type on his phone.
"Yo! What the fuck?" He yelled, standing up so his height difference was apparent. Riri was unfazed, continuing to type something on his phone. You looked over her shoulder, only to see her stuck on his cashapp, he was signed out. Obviously she didn't know the boy's password.
"You owe me." She told him, muttering something else under her breath as she turned the phone to him. "5k."
"5- what?!" He gritted his teeth, glancing around to make sure no one heard what they were talking about.
"I supplied your entire party white boy. That's how much you and your frat bros snorted. Pay up." Riri demanded. One thing you were quick to learn about her, there were three things she didn't play about. One of those being her money. She was gonna get it one way or another and when the boy didn't move you had learned that today it was going to be another.
You could see Riri getting even more irritated than she already was about the payment being late in the first place. You saw her survey the place one last time before lifting her shirt just little, flashing something. You couldn't see it from behind her but the look on the boy's face told you what it was.
"Ok, damn." The boy agreed, snatching the phone. Riri dropped the end of her shirt, watching as he typed in the information. Soon he turned around the screen to face the two of you, showing that it was sent.
"Good, next time you do a deal with me again, have your money with you. I'm not doing no more after pay with you." She said, not waiting for a reply before she grabbed your hand again and started walking away.
She led you to a familiar foreign and flashy car, opening the door for you to get in and crawling in after you. You could see Okoye, their right hand women, in the driver's seat through the divider of the front and back of the car. You waved shyly and she smiled at you through the rear view mirror.
"I thought you wanted me to meet you at the club, not pick me up." You expressed with slight confusion in your voice. Riri finished typing some things on her phone, sliding it back into her pocket to give you her undivided attention.
"So now you wanna listen?" She questioned, doing the same tilt with her head that she always did when she was mad. So she was definitely still mad. Okoye voided her eyes of the situation after hearing Riri's words, sliding the divider closed. You looked down at your hands, picking at the fresh polish on your nails. Only looking up when you heard Riri snickering. "Clearly I had some business to handle, figured I'd might as well pick you up too. That way I knew you couldn't avoid us. Not that you could even if I didn't."
You rolled your eyes at her cocky behavior, pulling out your own phone from your pocket. You typed in some things, noticing Riri looking at your screen from her position. Dialing your sister's number, you put it up to your ear waiting for her to pick up. "Hey Bianca!" You greeted once it finally did.
"Hey y/n, what's up?"
"Do you have any plans for this weekend? I'm gonna be running a little late tomorrow night, but I don't want you to be staying up late if you do have something to do." You questioned, feeling slightly guilty to be asking this of her.
"No no, it's fine! He can stay longer, it's no problem." Kylie answered, you could practically hear the smile in her voice. Man she must love kids. Asante had been staying there for a week now. Bianca had practically begged for him to come over and spend some time with his cousins, of course you said yes. She didn't live far from you so it wasn't like he couldn't attend school, and you could seen him whenever you liked. He'd been staying there since Wednesday now.
"Ok, thank you so much! I'll send you guys more money for some food and stuff. Could you please put Asante on the phone?" You asked, deciding against ending this call just to call the 6 year old's iPad. The babysitter agreed, and soon you heard your son's voice.
"Hi mommy!" His preppy voice blared through the phone, making you slightly pull the phone away from your ear in surprise.
"Hey baby." You giggled out, putting the phone against your ear. "Mommy's gonna be a little late coming home tomorrow. Do you think you'll be ok? Bianca's gonna stay with you a little longer."
"Yes! I love Aunty Bey, she bought me a new toy car! Does this mean we can have pizza for dinner?"
"Yes, you can have pizza for dinner." You agreed, laughing at his celebrations over the phone. "Okay, when I take you home you can tell me all about school today. Call me if anything happens, okay? I love you."
"You can tell me about yours too! Love you mommy, bye bye."
"Bye, 'Sante." You sighed, hanging up the phone. You put your phone away, looking at Riri after feeling her eyes on you the whole time. "What?"
"Asante could always come to the house, if you want." She offered, not trying to pressure you. You shook your head, laughing at the suggestion.
"No, thank you. The boy hasn't even met you yet, love." You denied, rubbing your hand over her knee. Riri shrugged, throwing her arm to rest on the back of the seats.
"Who's fault is that?" She taunted, watching as you turned your head away from her. She used her hand to turn your head back to her, wanting you to see that she was serious. "Me and Shuri plan on making you a wife. We aren't going anywhere, y/n. We care about you, which means we care about Asante. But, he's your son, we're not going to pressure you into meeting him. Just know that we want to." She assured. You smiled, pulling her in for a hug which she graciously accepted, wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her head on your chest.
"Thank you."
It's not that you didn't want them to meet Asante, your feelings were growing stronger by the day. You didn't stop they'd ever stop growing, really. You were just worried. You didn't want your son hurt. Emotionally, you didn't want him to get attach only for them to not come home one day, a job gone wrong. Physically, they protected you already, and you knew they would protect him even more. But still, there was always room for human error, and you didn't know if that was a chance you were willing to take.
You loved them, but you would always love your son more. Who would you be to purposely put him in harms way for your own gain and comfort? Sacrifice was something you were used to when it came to Asante. But isn't that what mothers do? Then again, maybe there was supposed to be a certain balance. One that you didn't have.
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The Palace. It was their club, also their headquarters. It was protected and secured by all women bodyguards, Okoye being one of them. It was also where you met them for the first time, but that's neither here nor there.
You, Okoye, and Riri made your way through the entrance, the metal detector going off as you walked through, but no one said anything. Once you were inside, Riri pressed a small kiss to your head, making you turn to look at her questioningly.
"Go find Shuri, baby. I got something to handle real quick but I'll meet with y'all as soon as I'm done." She stated, signaling Okoye to follow her. You pressed a short kiss to her lips, wishing her luck with whatever she had to do. Then, both her and Okoye left your side.
You never felt scared to be alone in their club. You knew for a fact more than half of the guards were watching your every move, knowing they'd probably suffer consequences if anything happened to you under the roof of The Palace.
Anyway, back to the problem at hand.
You did not want to find Shuri. She was more than likely pissed. Just like you knew what made Riri mad, you knew what made Shuri mad. And one thing she hated was being ignored by anyone, and you were no exception.
There was also that fact that she was the harsher one out of the two. Usually, you could always pull one over with Riri. Talking back, rolling your eyes, smacking your lips, the whole nine yards. At least, for a while. After a certain amount of times she'd get mad too. But with Shuri, she'd be mad if she even heard you thinking about talking back.
You weren't scared of her by any means, you knew she wouldn't do anything to hurt you purposefully. Intimidated though? Oh yeah, 100 percent you were shitting your pants.
But their was no doubt Shuri had been alerted of your arrival and was keeping and eye out for you. So either she knew where your were and was on her way, or she was already here.
You sighed, excepting your fate as you made your way over to the stairs. She usually stayed on the upper two levels as they were more secluded and had some VIP sections. You climbed all the way up to the third level, hoping for some time to prepare yourself before she caught you.
Your hope was crushed when a hand wrapped around your throat, your back being pressed up against the wall behind you harshly. You were going to let out a panicked scream when your eyes met her familiar chocolate ones, a cocky smirk that her and Riri shared spreading across her face.
"My y/n." She greeted with a light smile, letting you catch a glimpse of the gold grills she wore today. You reached up to grab the wrist of the hang currently around your throat. Shuri noticed, loosening her grip just a little with caution. "What a surprise it is to see you here after what I think was-" She pretended to count on her free hand. "Right. Three weeks."
"It was actually two and a half weeks. Unless you rounded-" Your sentence was cut off when she tightened her grip once again, a silent warning that she was not in the mood for your slick comments today.
"Still a smart aleck." She observed. Her eyes trailed down your figure to take in your outfit, Riri's hoodie that was now open had fallen to an off the shoulder look, showcasing the cropped short sleeve you had on. Other than that, you just had on some simple ripped jeans with writing on them.
Her eyes returned to yours, a certain glint in her eye that made you nervous. Just like Riri had, she leaned in closer so that her lips were right next to your ear as she spoke, her tone sending shivers down your spine. "I want you to tell me why you think it is ok to ignore me. To ignore Ri."
Keeping your act up, your turned you head away so she wasn't right next to your ear. Shuri only chuckled at your defiance, taking the opportunity to mark up the now open side of your neck. The hand that was once around your throat moved down so it was on you hip, keeping you pinned against the wall as her lips trailed down, pressing light kisses to your neck that you knew would get harsher soon.
Shuri moved her head so she was in your line of sight again.
"Things haven't changed since you were gone. When I ask you something, you answer." She said, watching as you turned away from her again, crossing your arms. She took your chin in between her thumb and finger, forcing you to look at her. "What happened to my good girl, baby?" She asked, swiping her thumb over your bottom lip. For a second, you almost fell for it. But you snapped yourself out of it, ripping yourself from her grasp and quickly walking away from her before she could react.
You were confused when you didn't hear her footsteps following after you. She could easily catch up as you were still very in her line of sight. But soon your question was answered when Riri appeared out of nowhere, turning a corner and backing into the same position you were just in. Pressed against a wall.
"Such a fucking brat. Walking away when we're talking to you, talking back. What are we gonna do with you?" She asked rhetorically. She gave you a smile, letting her hand come up to pull at one of your hairs that had fallen out of the bun you made. Shuri came to stand next to her and you pressed yourself further into the wall, if that was even possible. Separately, you were willing to pull almost everything. But when the two were finally together, you knew better than to try anything.
Unfortunately, it was too late for anything else. You had to continue. Gots to see it through my boy.
You were gonna 'see it through' alright.
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"Please, I came already." You whined, trying to push Shuri's head away as you came down from your high for the umpteenth time. Riri's hand grabbed yours, pulling them away while she kissed on your neck, trying to calm you down.
"Cum again." Shuri muttered, pressing a wet kiss to your overstimulated clit, chuckling when you jumped from how sensitive you were.
You three had been going at it for what felt like forever. After the whole confrontation, they drove you to their house, teasing you the whole way. Once you did get there, they spared no time getting you to the bed. Since then, it felt like you had done everything under the sun but stop.
Literally, everything. You'd lost count of how many times you'd came, but you knew for a fact it had to be in double digits. You could only imagine how you looked.
Hair frizzy, sweaty, tear stains running down your cheeks, cum around your lips that you were unable to wipe yourself. Riri and Shuri didn't bother to either, quite liking the look on you. You were exhausted, overstimulated, and clinging on to consciousness by a pinky toenail. But they never stopped. There hasn't been a break since you walked through the door.
At first, you were conflicted. You couldn't tell if you even wanted them to stop. It hurt so bad that it started to feel good. The pain blended in with the pleasure and you couldn't help but ask for more. But when you felt another one of Shuri's digits dip in for another round you knew something had to give.
"Okayyy, I'm sorry. Please." You begged, seeing your vision get cloudy as more tears appeared. Riri's voice came from behind you, you could feel her warm breath on your neck though you could barely make out what she was saying.
"Sorry for what, mama?" She pressed. All that came from you were mumbles of an apology as you still tried to break your hands from her grasp.
In the moment you weren't in a good position to realize it, but the fact that she could keep you pinned down with just her own strength was making you even more wet than you already were. Shuri realized though, smirking between your legs as she slowed down her pace.
Shuri used her free hand to push herself up from the bed, kissing up your body and over fresh marks until she met your tired eyes. "What are you sorry for?" She repeated, looking down at you with lidded eyes of her own.
You began to reply but only a groan left you when you felt her purposely angle her fingers at your favorite spot. "Hm?" She mocked, still waiting for an answer.
"M'm sorry for- fuck, sorry for ignoring you." You apologized, your head falling back onto Riri's shoulder as your eyes rolled behind your lids, feeling Shuri speed up once again, targeting that same spot. "Shit, Shuri please."
"Please what, baby?" She teased, tilting her head with a mock of confusion. You whined again, frustrated with her taunting.
She shared a look over your shoulder with Riri, who released your hands and started to pin down you hips instead. Your hands immediately flew out for something to ground you. The first things you could get your hands on being Shuri's wrist and Riri's hand.
"Do you want her stop or do you want more? You're confusing her baby." Riri added, watching closely at how your brows furrowed and your back arched when she applied the slightest amount of pressure to your abused clit, practically shoving you over the edge.
"Stop! I want her to stop." You mumbled, finally able to get your thoughts together enough to make a complete sentence. Having some pity, Shuri slowly dragged her fingers against your walls while she pulled out, curling them one last time just to see you squirm.
Just as slow, she brought them to her lips. Feeling both your and Riri's eyes watching her carefully, she decided at the last second that she wanted you to take them instead. She tapped them on your close lips, watching as you opened them to take in her coated digits.
Taking the sight in, she hums, obviously please with your obedience (as it did take a long time to get back). That was all the acknowledgement she gave you before she and Riri made eye contact over your shoulder again, and Riri's hand began to circle your bud again.
You whimpered, trying to back yourself into the girl to get away from her touch. They both ignored you in their own conversation about what to do with you, Riri keeping you in place while Shuri forced her fingers further down your throat, making you gag.
Suddenly, the feeling of Shuri was ripped from your mouth and replaced with Riri's tongue as they tried to distract you from the feeling of Shuri's slender fingers dipping back into your already sensitive hole. You immediately pulled away, already feeling yourself starting to ache.
"Shuriii." You dragged, watching as the girl lowered between your thighs again. She shushed you, placing a delicate kiss to your thigh, though dangerously close with your entrance.
"Just one more baby, I promise." She soothed, caressing the same thigh she had kissed with her free hand. "Can you do that for us, love?" She spoke softly, taking one of your hands in hers to kiss.
"You've been doing so good for us tonight, pretty girl. We just wanna make you feel good one last time, can you let us do that mama?" Riri coaxed from behind you, rubbing soothing circles on your stomach to calm you. Debating, you took Riri's hand in your other one, trying to relax yourself into her. "One more, we promise." She whispered, pressing a sweet kiss right under your ear.
"Okay." You agreed. Your words came out mumbled but they both understood you. Shuri smiled up at you, pressing another kiss to your thigh as a thanks before she joined her fingers that had never stopped moving.
The second her tongue makes contact with your clit your hands are fisting through her hair, pulling around the tight coils on her head.
There are a few more strokes of her tongue before she wraps her lips around your awaiting clit, your slick coating her tongue as she swirls it around your clit just before wrapping her lips around the bud.
Her fingers are buried deep inside of your cunt as she sucks your pulsing bundle of nerves into her mouth. There's a second where she sucks just hard enough to make your vision go white at the same time Riri decides to pinch and rub on the sensitive buds on your chest.
Feeling the coil in your stomach tighten, you let out a load moan when Shuri curls her fingers against your g spot one more time before you let go, clenching the sheets in your hand. Riri whispers sweet praises in your ear, rubbing soothing circles on your hips to calm you down while Shuri fingers you through your high, waiting for your legs to stop shaking before she pulls away, your essence coating both her fingers and lips.
She slipped the drenched fingers between her lips, licking your cum from between her fingers before leaning over your frame to trap Riri's lips in her own, who moaned at the familiar taste of you. Though you were drained, you still manage to keep your hooded eyes open long enough to watch them swapping your cum with each others tongues, eventually swallowing when they had enough.
"Are you ok baby?" Shuri checked, rubbing your side comfortingly. You nodded, sinking into Riri more as she rubbed your thighs. Shuri leaned down, pressing multiple kisses to your forehead, cheeks, and nose, making you laugh tiredly, pushing her away. She smiled, leaving you to go get some new sheets, clothes and something to clean you up.
"It wasn't too much, right?" Riri asked softly. Confused by the question, you craned your head to look up at her, not even wanting to attempt to move your bottom half. Riri had already been looking down at you. "I mean, you didn't pass out this time, but still, we didn't overdo it too much?"
"No, Ri," You answered, reaching up with one of your hands to smooth over her cheek. "It felt good, I promise. Even though there was one point where I was fighting for consciousness." You joked and she smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of your head. "To be fair though, it was supposed to be a punishment so I figured it wouldn't be all love making and soft caressing."
"Yeah, why were you ignoring us in the first place?" She questioned. You shrugged distractedly, running your thumb over her furrowed brow. "y/n, I'm serious." She said, taking your hand from her face and holding it in her's. You let out a dramatic groan. She was ruining the vibes.
"I got mad because y'all were talking to that bitch Ashley." You mumbled, playing with the hand that had took yours. Before she could even respond you continued on, defending your actions. "But I had a right to be mad, I mean y'all went into a whole ass private room with that chick. Without me!"
"Ok, first off, Okoye was in there so we couldn't have done anything, not like we would want to. We only talk to Ashley about business, that conversation wasn't any different. But, if it helps whenever we talk to her again, we'll make sure you're there too." She compromised and you agreed, thanking her. You two continued talking until Shuri returned with a wet cloth, some sheets, and new clothes.
And the night ended with a nice warm bath. Which you fell asleep in.
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You groaned waking up to the sound of your ringtone. You stretched, feeling a certain weight on your chest. Looking down you saw Riri sleeping soundly with one hand up your shirt and on your boob, Shuri spooning her. You smiled at the sight, reaching over to your nightstand for your phone. You wondered how two supposedly high alert dealers hadn't woken up from the sound, but no matter.
"Bianca?" You mumbled, messing with the features on Riri's face. Two big and bag drug lords and yet they looked like puppies in their sleep.
"y/n, when are you coming to get Asante? No rush, because I'd keep him around forever if you'd let me, I just wanna have him packed up and ready to go." Your sister asked, you could hear your nieces and nephews running around in the background. You pulled the phone away from your ear, checking your phone and groaning once you saw how close it was to noon.
"I'll be there at like, one. I still have to shower and everything." You said, rubbing your hand down your face. You and Bianca chatted about some smaller things before she finally hung up, giving you time to get ready. You smiled at the two next to you, leaning down to press a kiss onto both of their lips, even though they weren't awake to respond to it.
You pulled Riri's strong grip off your titty. She was holding on it like a hungry newborn. You replaced yourself with the pillow behind you, slipping out of the bed, only for you to stumble into the nightstand when you did, startling both of them awake.
The two sprung up from their place as if they weren't just knocked with drool in the corner of their mouths, searching the room frantically until their eyes settled on you, who was currently using the nightstand to stand. They turned to look at each other, holding in their laughs. You glared at them, trying to keep yourself upright so they took your next words serious.
"Both of y'all shut the fuck up and come help me to the bathroom."
"We ain't een say nothing." Riri protested, though she swung her legs to the side, getting up to come help you.
"You ain't need to, your face said enough." You said, holding your hand up for her to help you. Riri disregarded your hand, her small frame bending down to toss you over her shoulder. "Riri!"
"You told me to help you, now you mad I'm helping you. You just acting like this cause we fucked ya lace front off and now you walking like there's an earthquake."
"Shut the hell up and take me to the damn bathroom, Riri!" You demanded, smacking her back and flipping off Shuri who watched on from her position in the bed, clearly amused.
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BRING BACK SHURI AND RIRI X READER ALL 2024!! I'm jumping into the writing scene because i honestly miss the era where everything was about them, and i miss some of my fav writers😔✊🏾
anyways hope yall enjoyed
thank you guys for the inspiration, whether old fics or new @shinsousliya @inmyheadimobsessed @quintessencewrites @saintwrld @marsolgy @pinkwright @vixentheplanet
A/N: This story kicked my ass so I really hope y’all read and enjoy! An homage to what’s beautiful about being with a woman.
Queen: I needed to get away. I’ll be in your city. Can I come by to see you guys tonight?
You look down at the message and smile. Shuri. You two became fast friends when you began an internship at one of the outreach centers. You ran through the ranks easily which caught the attention of the Princess, and caused you two to form an easy friendship. After your internship was over, you got a job at Stark enterprises with a glowing recommendation from the now Queen of Wakanda. You and Shuri remained friends, though you didn’t see eachother as often due to both of your busy schedules. But every once in awhile she came around to unwind from her chaotic life.
Angel: Anytime Queen. We’ll be glad to have you. 🥰
You text back and sit your phone down. You turn around to your seven yr old son sitting at the Kitchen table, eating his breakfast like a big boy. “Guess what little guy!” He looks up from his food, and smiles at you beaming as he senses your excitement. “Shuri’s coming by today!” His eyes widen as he bounced a little in his seat.
“Shuri!” He said voice filled with joy “Mommy, You think she’ll bring me something cool!” He asked. Eyes big and bright, already anticipating his new gadget. “Who knows kiddo.” You say with a smile. “Finish your food and have an awesome day in school and we’ll see.” You already knew she’d definitely be bringing him something. She was particularly impressed with your son and loved giving him things that would eventually cause you grief.
“Zahir, Let’s go little one!” You yelled to him from the living room. He came hopping down the stairs. You’d gotten yourself and your son ready for the day, and were out of the house in record time, now you were eager to tackle your day. You dropped off Zah with a hug and kiss and headed to work, all smiles and waves as you headed to your office with a bounce in your step. Asia, your work bestie, saw you coming as she got coffee from the break room. Her brow raised over top of her cup as she took a sip looking at you suspiciously. Your eyes connected and you continued walking right past her. “Oh no you did not!” She yells after you as she jogs to catch up, falling in your step.
“My aren’t we chipper and ready for the day!” She says to you sarcastically doing a happy little wiggle. You look at her and roll your eyes. “ I’m always happy to be here. I love my job nosy.” She scoffs. “Uh huh, speaking of nosyyyy, I hear the Queens in town.” She smiled big, cutting right to the chase, typical Asia. You raise a brow avoiding eye contact. “British?” You say inquisitively as you both enter your office. She closes the door behind you both.
“Bitch, you know what Queen I’m talking about. The one that’s got you walking through the office smiling and waving like Ms. America!” She mocks you smiling big, waving, laughing, and pointing, amplifying your earlier interactions. You laugh “I was not doing all that. You’re so extra!”
“Whatever girl, that’s not what I’m here for. Have you heard from her?” She sat in one of the leather chairs infront of your desk making herself comfortable. You follow her lead sitting in the the chair behind your desk. “ Yes I have she’s stopping by tonight.” Asia squeals. “Oh hell yea! I’m coming” You raise both brows and shake your head “Absoluetly not! Don’t bring your ass to my house Asia.”
“You’re right, I don’t wanna be in the way.” She said wiggling her brow and rolling her body.
“Get a life.” You say trying to hide your grin.
“Damn girl! Leave it up to you to pull a fine ass African, stud Queen. Where they making those at? Talk about one of one.” You try to hold back your laugh. “I really hate you, who says shit like that Asia. And Shuri is not a stud, she’s a Stem, and we are very much FREINDS and that’s ALL.” You say with emphasis.
“Ah Ha! You said that shit like you believed it. That was cute. It’s giving Letitia Wright.” She laughed, and you flicked her off. “I’m just saying, Stud, Stem, whatever the fuck she wanna be, I’m straight as an arrow and she could fold me in half and strap my ankles to the headboard! Do you hear me! I’d be turning all the tricks! The neighbors would know my na-“
“Aight! Damn Asia you always take it far. Get out of my office so I can start my day.”
“That’s cool. I’ll do that. But you better hop on that strap before somebody take your seat hoe. Give that baby a stud daddy!” She gets up out of her chair.
“ Please, Leave”
“BYE! Bougie bitch.” She whispers the last part under her breath as she walks out.
“I heard that!” You yell.
“SO!” She yells back.
You shake your head laughing. You smile and continue your day happily anticipating the night.
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You looked in your mirror placing your locs in a high ponytail leaving two locs out in the front. You’d showered and changed into a form fitting black short set. The shirt rose just above your naval showing off your waist beads. You sprayed on your “Killian Love Don’t Be Shy”, glossed your lips, and headed to your kitchen to check on your sides before putting the steaks on the grill. You turned on your speaker and danced around as you cooked. Shuri loved your cooking. You smiled as you thought of how she always reacted to your meals. Zah Sat in the living room playing games on his Nintendo Switch, when you both heard the door bell ring.
You both stopped what you were doing and raced eachother toward the door. Your son ran past you pushing you out of the way. “Boy!” He got to the door and smiled at you. “Beat you Mama!” He laughed, and opened the door. You didn’t have time to react before your heart dropped to your stomach. There she stood with that sexy ass smile, hands behind her back. Her undercut was fresh, beautiful curls sat neatly atop her head stopping right above her brow, right ear adorned in several earrings, and she had a single gold chain around her neck. She wore a dark grey shortsleeved compression shirt with matching sweat pants. Her lean muscles more pronounced than the last time you saw her, tattoos gracing her arms making her even more of a work of art. She looked at you and smiled with a wink before squatting down in front of Zahir.
“SHURI!!” He yelled running into her arms, that she held out for him, as she dropped the bag she’d had in her hands. “Wow little man! You’re getting so big.” She says pulling back and ruffling his individual twist. “Yea, Mommy says I’m a big boy. I got muscles too. “He says stepping back flexing for her.
“Ooooweee!” She reached to touch it and snapped her hand back fast. “Dang kid! You almost broke my finger.”
“Yep, I’m gonna be really strong and fast like you!”
“Oh you’re coming for me huh little panther?” She says as she picks him up and throws him over her shoulder as she stands and walks in the house. Using her foot to close the door. He laughs and kicks as she holds him tight while walking over to you. It felt like your world slowed down, like she was moving in slow motion towards you. Your eyes trailed her body. The way she moved, the way she paired her femininity with masculinity was feminine in its own right. Only something a woman could master so gracefully. With her hands being full, she could only lean down and press a gentle kiss on your forehead in greeting. You wrapped your arms around her and Zah, Her scent immediately enveloping you; vanilla, cinnamon, and a hint of burnt cherry. She was intoxicating.
“Hey Shuri poo!” She pulled back and smiled. “It smells good in here.” You roll your eyes and smack her arm playfully. “It’s good to see you too Shuri” She looks you up and down, eyes lingering on the swell of your hips a while longer than they should, she smirks. “Always a pleasure Ms. Y/l/n.” She walks away, drops her bag next to the couch, and then takes Zahir off her shoulder into the air and slams him into the couch. “Shuri! Don’t start that rough sh- stuff already!”
Shuri looked at Zah with wide eyes. “I know what she was about to say, do you know what she was about to say.” “Shuri! Don’t get put out immediately. Give yourself time.” She bunches up her lips in skepticism. “ Girl, please. We could take her right Zah! We could beat her up and take over the kingdom.” “Yea! You don’t want none mommy!” Shuri laughs. “Tell her Zah Zah!” You bite your lip, and shake your head at the interaction. “It’s been thirty seconds and I’m tired already.” You say walking back into the kitchen. You couldn’t help but smile listening to Shuri and Zahir continue to wrestle in the living room as you finished up cooking.
Zahir excitedly runs into the kitchen with Shuri trailing behind him, she’d taken off her shoes and made herself comfortable per usual. “Mommy! Mommy! Look at what Shuri made me.” You look down at the gauntlet on his wrist. As he aimed it at you and shot little foam balls. You stare at Shuri blankly as you get hit repeatedly. She looks at you, lips folded clearly holding back laughter judging by the furrow in her brow.
“Wow! Another well thought out gift that won’t drive your mother crazy! Way to go Shuri!” You say with false excitement, narrowing your eyes at Shuri. She burst into laughter. “All in a days work!” She says with a salute. You smirk rolling your eyes, and turn back towards the stove. You feared your eyes would roll out of your head by the end of the night. Zahir ran out of the kitchen to continue launching balls from his gauntlet all over your clean home. Shortly after he leaves you feel arms wrap around your waist, as Shuri nuzzles her head into your neck. You lean back into the hug, laying your head onto hers.
“You’re not mad at me, are you?” She askes as she moves her hands up and down your sides, then lower to began caressing your lower back with her thumbs.
“Ofcourse not. You’re not doing anything I didn’t expect. He loves it when you visit you know.” You say bringing your hand up to stroke the side of her face, as you close your eyes body melting into her touch.
“Yes, I know, I wish I could be here more often. He’s a blast.”
“Yea? It’s almost like he’s the only reason you come.” You say teasingly.
Shuri turned you to face her taking your hands in hers, gently placing them around her neck. She wrapped her arms around your waist pulling you flush against her as she placed her forehead against yours.
“You know that’s the furthest thing from the truth. I’ve missed you, Ntomb'am (my girl), You look so appetizing.” You blush looking into her deep brown orbs.
“I’ve missed you too. You look aight” You say, laughing at your own joke. Shuri gasped in exaggerated offense. “Aight!? Damn you’re cold. I’m truly, truly hurt. Really.” She says, staring into your eyes, both of you getting lost until you were interrupted by the chime of her kimoyo beads. You both unwrap yourselves from eachother and you turn fast trying to slow your heart rate, as she steps back to answer the call.
“Hey! What’s going on?”
“Nothing I just missed you, called to see how everything went today.”
“It went great! You know I walked out with them in the palm of my hand.” You hear a little giggle from the other end of the call.
“Ofcourse you did. You’re brilliant!” Shuri smiles, you internally roll your eyes. Turning around to plate your steaks.
“Thank you! You’re so sweet to me. I’m getting ready to eat dinner now, and then I’m gonna lay down. It’s been a long day. I’ll call you first thing tomorrow though. Ok?”
“Ok babe! Talk to you tomorrow.” She hung up and you looked at her as you turned off the stove, eyebrow raised.
“Riri?”
“Yea.” She says walking back over to you placing her arms back around your waist.
“She sounds nice. You two together now?” You ask.
“Why? Do you want me?” A glimmer in her eye and mischief on her face. Those words made your pussy quiver.
“Shuri, don’t start.” You removed her arms from your waist.
“I’ve already started sweet girl.” She stepped back licking her lips.
“Dinners ready” You say trying to hide the effect she was having on your body.
She smiled and nodded. Eyeing you knowingly.
“Hm. Ok Y/n.”
Your relationship with Shuri was….well… complicated. You see, Shuri and you were indeed only friends (much to Shuri’s dismay) because you were “straight”. Atleast, that’s what you’d told yourself all of your life. That is until you met Shuri. From the moment she’d entered your workstation in the lab of the outreach, she’d created thoughts in your mind you had never imagined experiencing before. Casually put, she confused the fuck out of you; and as time passed it only got worse. You’d insisted she keep her distance so that neither of you crossed any lines, figuring that would quell the desire. But, the longer the time apart, the more intense your want became. So, when you would see eachother, touches would linger, hugs got longer, turning into gentle caresses, and intimate forehead kisses; but never further than that.
When she informed you of her budding romance with Riri Williams you’d thought you’d feel relieved, like you move on, but jealousy hid itself deep in the pits of your stomach; And that’s how you intended to keep it. You couldn’t have feelings for Shuri. You were straight and she was no experiment. She was human, and a damn good friend. You couldn’t loose her.
Shuri called Zahir in to eat and then helped you set the table. You all sat down at the table to a dinner of steak, creamy potatoes, broccoli, and homemade rolls, like a happy little family. Moments like this made you fantasize about what it would really be like to be the Queens woman. Whenever she stepped into your home it felt as though everything was complete. Her and Zahs connection made your heart swell, watching them together gave you butterflies.
“What’s going on in that pretty little head over there? “ You were snapped out of your thoughts and met with Shuri’s curious gaze across the table from you. “Nothing really just zoned out a bit,” You lie. Zah giggled. “You said mommy’s head is pretty.” Shuri laughs with him. “It is a pretty cute head kid, you gotta admit. That’s where you get it from”
“You two are so childish” you say. “I am a child mommy.” You all laugh together.
Once you all finish eating, you start clearing the table and preparing to wash dishes. “Alright Zah, it’s time to get your toys all put away so I can give you a bath.” “Aww, mommy I want to stay up and play with Shuri.” He says with his lip poked out. “No sir, you have school in the morning and Shuri will be leaving soon. All of your toys need to be up by the time I finish the dishes.” You told him sternly.
“I don’t wanna!” He screams at you, stomping his foot. Your brows furrowed as you walked up to Zah. “Little Boy-“
“Woah! Allllright little one.” Shuri said swooping in and picking him up, saving him from your wrath. “How about I stay? You go in the room and pick up your toys, let mommy give you a bath, and I’ll come in and hang out with you until you go to sleep. And in the morning I’ll be here to make my famous pancakes. How does that sound?”
“Yes!” Zah shouts.
“Only if it’s ok with mommy, and you have to apologize to her and promise me you’ll never speak to her like that again. That wasn’t cool little guy.” Zah looked at her and nodded. “Ok I promise” Zah wiggled out of Shuri’s arms and walked over to you hugging your legs. “I’m sorry mommy. Can Shuri please stay?” They both look at you with puppy dog eyes and lips poked out. You look back and forth between them and let out a sigh.“Ok, Shuri can stay.”
“Yes!” They both say, and give eachothers high fives. “Go before she changes her mind.”
Zah runs out of the kitchen at lightening speed. “Zah slow down!” You yell after him. Shuri looks at you with a grin like Cheshire Cat. “You two are gonna be the death of me. And how do you plan on explaining where you are to everyone? Where are the Dora?”
“Y/n, I am the Black Panther a security detail is hardly needed. I am also an adult. I can go and come as I please.” You look at her skeptically.
“Y/n it’s fine.” She said dismissively. “And I already came prepared to stay.” She said using her head to point towards the overnight bag on the floor in the living room. “Really Shuri.”
“Really, really. Now let me help you with the dishes.” You moved over and allowed her to help, knowing there was no point in saying ‘no’ to her. As you guys finish up the dishes, “Can’t get enough” by Tamia started to play over the speaker. “OOO I love this song! I learned the dance too. Come dance with me.” She said as she turned up the speaker.
“Oh now I gotta see this.”
“You doubting me?”
“Not at all Panther” You leaned back against the counter looking at her. Humor filled your eyes as you waited for her to dance. Shuri’s eyes lowered as she placed her bottom lip between her teeth with a smile, and began to dance. Just when you thought you couldn’t get anymore attracted to her, watching her smoothly get through the complicated line dance, made your stomach flutter. “Come on entle, don’t leave me hanging!” She says, stopping to sway her hips side to side and raise her arms up in front of her, making a come hither motion with both her hands. Your body floated over to her, grabbing her hands as you danced together laughing, having a blast until the song ended.
“Ok, ok I see you, you smooth with it.”
“ I’m African, of course I am!”
“Oooook conceited.”
“What’s wrong with that?” She says licking her lips. “If you know, you know right.” She walked up to you grabbing your hips. Pushing you back into the cabinets, looking you deep in your eyes, licking her lips. She was laying it on thick tonight and you weren’t sure how much longer it would be before you crumbled under the pressure. You pull away quickly. “I gotta get Zah ready for bed.” She stood smirking. “I’ll finish up in here.” She calls after you. It was gonna be a long night.
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You’d now gotten Zah all washed up and dressed for bed. Shuri sat beside his bed,after a game of hide n seek and reading him his millionth bedtime story. You were down stairs enjoying the quiet with a glass of wine and “Living Single”.
“Alright Zah Man, you gotta go to sleep little guy. You don’t want to be sleepy in the morning. You can’t be the smartest kid in the world if you don’t let your brain rest.” Shuri says.
“Ok. But can I ask you a question?”
“One more and then its sleepy time. Promise?” She held out her pinky. Zah nodded.
“Promise.” They locked pinky’s.
“Now what’s up little one.”
“Shuri can you live with us? You make my mommy smile a lot and you’re the coolest! I wish you could be here forever.” Shuri looked at him a moment, gathering her thoughts trying to figure out what to say. She stood and walked over to lay back on the bed with him as they both looked at the ceiling. She sighed.
“ You know if I had it my way, you and your mommy would be in Wakanda with me. You are such a brilliant little boy. I’d be proud to have you in my lab teaching you all that I know. Maybe one day your mommy will let me take you. Hm? But, right now you have to be here in school, your mommy’s work is here, and I have to be in my Country. I’d love to be here more often, but I’m busy making sure the world is safe for you. I promise to see you and your mommy more often though. Ok?” Shuri looked over at Zah who was obviously fighting sleep now, his blinking slowing down.
“ Ok.” He says in his sleepy little voice. “I love you Shuri.” Shuri picks him up and lays him on her chest, her eyes watering a bit. “I love you too, Zah.” She says rocking him to sleep.
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Shuri lay a bit longer with Zah. The conversation they’d just had overtaking her thoughts. In all honesty, Shuri was taken with you. Had been the moment she’d laid eyes on you. She wanted nothing more than to come home to the both of you everyday. But, you were “straight”, so she respected your boundaries. It seemed that as time passed though, those boundaries became lax. Almost as though you felt the same. She’s tried to let this go, but it’d become so much more than a crush, and she couldn’t fathom that the feeling wasn’t mutual. Maybe she was setting herself up to be hurt, overthinking the signals. Either way, Shuri knew she was in love with you, and it felt like you loved her too.
She sighed, placing Zah gently on the bed and quietly making her way out of the room after placing a gentle kiss to his forehead. As she made her way to the living room, she stopped at the top of the stairs, looking down at you as you sat brows furrowed in concentration, as you tapped away at your laptop. She took note of how effortlessly beautiful you were. How just the sight of you made her heart pick up in pace. How being here with you and Zah made her feel at home. She quietly walked down the stairs, sneakily walking up behind you, she placed her hands on your shoulders. “You work too hard.” She says as she began to massage the tention out of your shoulders. You let out a low moan at the pleasure of her touch.
“Says the Scientist Queen Panther.” You look up at her and smile. Shuri lets out a chuckle, as your eyes close and your head lulls forward giving her better access to your tense neck and shoulders. She bent down to whisper in your ear, “Don’t forget masseuse.” You let out a hum, as she kissed you right bellow your ear. She stopped massaging and walked around the couch to stand in front of you.
“Is there a deadline?” She asked referring the work you were doing. “No. Just staying ahead of the game.” “Good, you’re done for the night. Relax with me.” She removed the laptop from your lap, and placed it on your coffee table. Plopping down on the couch and grabbing your legs to place them on her lap, you bit your lip as you watched her beautiful, tattooed hands go to work on your feet. “So what’s been up here? Have you started seeing anyone yet? “
“Why do none of my friends beat around the bush. Right into it huh?”
“No point. Answer the question.”
“No. I mean, I’ve been on a few dates. They were just… Shit.” You shrug nonchalantly.
“Hm” Shuri turned to look into your eyes as she massaged you.“ I just had quite an intresting conversation with Zah.”
“Hm? Really? What about?” Your eyes started to close again. Her hands were like magic. You couldn’t help but wonder how they were in other a-. “He says I should move in with you guys” Your eyes snapped open, and her eyes were still locked on you. “He says I make you happier. Do I?” She says, she scoots down slouching more in her seat resting her head back on the couch, not taking her eyes off of you. Quite frankly, Shuri no longer wanted to pretend so here it goes. “ I-I enjoy when you’re around? Yes.”
She snickers “You enjoy when I’m around huh?” She turns her head away from you staring straight ahead a moment before turning her body toward you fully. “Y/n. I gotta be honest. I want to move forward with Riri. I really like her. And she likes me. Like really likes me. She’s beautiful, intelligent, she makes me laugh, she’s easy to talk too, and she knows what she wants. Everything I could ever want or need in a woman. I deserve that.” You remove your feet out of Shuri’s hands and off of her lap placing them underneath you. “You’re right. You do deserve that. So what’s stopping you?” Shuri stares as though she’s looking through you.
“That.” She points at your eyes wiggling her finger back and forth between each eye.
“What?” You say, following her finger before swatting it away in irritation.
“The jealousy in your eyes when I mention her. The little eye roll in the kitchen earlier. I saw it.”
“Shuri-“
“Y/n, how do you feel about me? And before you answer, you should know that I see you. The way you look at me. How your body reacts to my touch. You haven’t been able to have a serious relationship since we met eachother. It’s been years. So what I need is for you to be honest with yourself.” You look at Shuri trying to figure out what route to take. You could continue on with your silent crush, or you could lay it all out on the table. You sigh and choose the latter. You stand and began to pace.
“Shuri, you mean the world to me. I’ve never felt like this about anybody before let alone a woman. It’s scary. These feelings I have for you..i-it’s crazy how you make me feel. Just a look from you could bring me to my knees Shuri. The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you look at me and touch me, It’s all so overwhelming. I honestly don’t know what I feel or why I’m feeling it, and feelings are involved. I don’t want to experiment with you to try and figure out whatever these feelings are and then I loose you completely. Fuck! I’m so confused.” You continued to pace avoiding eye contact with Shuri. Nervous tears streaming down your face.
Shuri gets up from the couch walking over to you, grabbing your face with both hands wiping at your tears, and pulling your body up against hers. Wrapping your arm around her waist with one hand, she grabs your chin and lifts it until your eyes meet hers with the other.
“ You’ve never asked if I wanted to be used.” You looked up at her, your confusion apparent. “I don’t think you’re confused. I think you know exactly what you want and it scares the hell out of you. But, see we’re at an impasse here. I can’t move on because you and that little boy have my heart, and believe it or not, you can’t move forward because I have yours.” You try to look away and she turns your face right back to hers.
“Let me take care of your body. Express to you how I feel physically, emotionally, spiritually. I can show you how it feels to be loved by a woman. And if you don’t want it after I’m done. I promise you’ll still have me as a friend.”
You look up at her, heart racing, terrified at what she was proposing. This could potentially complicate your friendship, or you could end up in a relationship with the intimidatingly beautiful Queen you called friend. Both were equally scary for you. But, with her standing infront of you offering up her body to the science of your chemistry, you couldn’t resist. You nod.
“Take care of me.” Shuri smiled and nodded. Slowly she leaned in capturing you lips in hers. Her hands began to massage you everywhere releasing your tension. You’re heart beat against your chest as you finally kissed the lips you’d dreamed about. You let out a shaky breath against her lips. This was so much better than a dream. You couldn’t have imagined the feeling of being in Shuri’s arms like this in your wildest dreams. The first brush of her lips against yours took your breath away. Now as you stood kissing her, your hands entangled in her curls, you felt your knees give way. Shuri felt it as well, Her strong arms tightening around you as she moved backward to the couch.
She sat as you straddled her lap your lips never breaking contact. She placed her hands on your plump behind pressing you into her, signaling for you to move. You began to grind against her as her hands moved to your hips helping you as she rolled her body up into you. Shuri breaks the kiss, lust now pooling out of her eyes.
“ That right baby. Keep moving for me.” She slapped your ass. “Here’s how this is gonna go sphalaphala sam (my pretty one). I’m going to make love to you. Well. Very Well. I’m going to make your body feel things it’s never felt before. I’m going to fuck your mind, your heart, and this pretty little pussy all at once. This will feel spiritual. I’ll be gentle this time, but If at any point you want me to stop just say it, and I will. Do we have an understanding?” At this point your body was screaming for her. You were salivating and would do whatever she said.
“Yes” You moaned, and Shuri smiled.
“That’s my good girl. Keep going.” She leaned foreward and removed her shirt.
“Look at you. So sexy in this tight ass set and those waist beads.” She eyes you with her hands still on your ass, still grinding into you as you rolled your hips onto her. “Nah you’re not confused mtuwam. You know exactly what you want huh beautiful?” You opened your mouth but the words got stuck in your throat. You could only let out a soft “Ah”.
“Awww, My sweet Y/n, you need me don’t you. Tell me what you need?” You were panting, rocking against her, pussy tingling from the friction.
“I-I n-need you to t-touch me.” You couldn’t believe this was happening. You were here crossing a line with your friend that could change everything. But you were here now and there was no turning back.
“ You sure that’s what you want?”
“Yes! Yes. Please Shuri” Looking into her eyes, you were now putty in her hands. She bit her lip, and raised her brow as though she was not convinced.
“Please baby. I n-need it so bad.” You whisper leaning in ghosting your lips over hers. You could feel heat seize your body as she smiled against your lips.
“Yea?” She whispered back. “I know baby.” She reached inbetween the two of you rubbing your pussy through your shorts. “She’s talking to me. Leaking through your shorts, so wet and warm. I can smell her. She’s calling out to her Panther.” She rubbed with a little more force as you continued to grind. “ You hear her..” She leaned up to your ear and whispered “Panther, Panther,” as she pressed into your pussy making it squelch.
“Fuck! Shuri please!”
“Shuri’s not here any more babygirl.”
“Ha uuuhn! Panther!”
“You learn fast sthandwa. Let’s take this to the bedroom hm?”
“Please”
She picks you up carrying you to your master suit. Closing and locking the door behind you guys. Once you two exited this room nothing would be the same again.
“Griot play my “Y/n” playlist”
“Yes, Panther”
You looked at her shocked as “Anywhere” by 112 began to play.
“You made a playlist?”
“What can I say. I am always prepared” She grabs your hips and kisses you walking you over to the bed sitting you down. She breaks the kiss once again. Backing up,she begins removing her sports bra. “You see, the best part about being with a woman. Is the body.” She removed her sports bra. “The curves, so soft and supple.” Her voice so soft and seductive drove you crazy, as you were now met with her pretty breast “Do you want to touch me Y/n?” You nod, mouth slightly ajar as you took in Shuri’s breast.
“No, no sweet girl. Use your words”
“Yes, I want to touch you.” Shuri proceeded to walk up to you, still wearing her sweat pants, while her upper half was completely bare except for the gold chain that contrasted so beautifully against her mahogany skin. She grabs your hand placing it up against her soft yet toned stomach. She let out a sigh as you moved your hand upward. Up, up, up until you were cupping her breasts. Shuri bit her lip as you pinched her nipples.
“Can I taste them?”
“You can do whatever you want babygirl.” You lift yourself up and catch her nipple in your mouth. Suckling like a new born cub. She throws her head back. “Mhm. That’s good my pretty girl.“ The taste of her skin in your mouth and the sound of the moans that came from her made your pussy pulse. You hum with her nipple still in your mouth. Shuri pulls on the band of her sweat pants.
“Take these off for me Sthandwa, finish undressing me.” You happily oblige. Reaching forward pulling Shuri’s pants and underwear down at the same time. She giggles. “Eager hm?” She stepped out of her pants and laid back on the bed. “Strip for me, slowly, I’ve been waiting for this, and I want to savor every moment.” You got off of the bed slowly and began to seductively strip for Shuri, determined to put on a show for her; not knowing she had plans to put on a show of her own. She slowly opened her legs and began to play with her pussy, eyes never leaving you. “Watch me while I watch you” She moaned. You were placed in a trance.
You let your shirt come up over your head, as she began rolling her body into her touch biting at her lips. Her soft moans driving your senses wild. The light layer of sweat building up on her begining to make her body glow in the moonlight. Her breast heaving up and down as she let out heavy breaths moaning your name. Her toned thighs spread wide for you, folds glistening, a stream of light hitting it perfectly putting her on display. She was all woman, and that excited you. Your shorts collect one last release of your want before being pulled down your thighs.
“You knew what you were doing with those tight ass clothes and waist beads.” Shuri smirked. “Straight my ass. Look at you. Mouth and pussy drooling for me. There’s nothing like a woman huh? Ahhh!” Her head falls back in ecstasy as you stand there caressing your breast, and teasing your nipples; completely naked, physically, and emotionally. You were entranced in her pussy, your sight not leaving her drenched core. The sounds calling out to you. “Shit! I could cum just from how desperate you look right now. Is that you want intel? You want to watch me cum for you?”
You nod but quickly correct yourself “Yes. Yes Shuri I want to see you cum please.”
“No.” Your eyes glance up to meet hers. “Tell me pretty girl. Tell me to cum for you.” You look at her. You smirk feeling a bit bolder. You lick your lips. “Cum for me beautiful.” Your voice was low in octave filled with lust. Shuri’s eyes widened briefly at the sudden change, before you watched her stomach contract and her body began to shake, as her once methodical strokes became sporadic. “Oh B-bast! Y/n! I’m c-cumming for you! Uuuhhnn!”
As you stood and watched her cum, you knew for sure you were hooked. You wanted to hear her scream your name like that all the time. The girly tones of her voice awakening something inside of you. She was a woman.
“Come my love. Touch me, feel what you do to my body.” You walk over to the bed and hover over Shuri leaning down to kiss her lips, as you reached down and touched another woman for the first time. You moan into her mouth at the feel of her. Her slippery folds encasing your fingers. Meshing around them perfectly. “That’s all for you baby. Now let me show you what I can make your body do for me.” The look in her eyes was devious. As she sat up positioning your body to straddle her thigh. “Grind for me”You began to move your body against her. Shuri wanted to ignite all of your senses, so she grabbed your waist and brought you closer wrapping you in a hug, pressing her body up against yours completely.
The feeling of her bare breast pressed against you felt so erotic, as she held you close and placed kisses all over your chest. “Oh Shuri.” You moaned in a whisper. She handled you so gently moving her hands down to your plump ass massaging into it as she helped you get off on her thigh. It felt as though she was worshipping your body. She kept one hand wrapped around your body and the other she brought inbetween the two of you, finding your pussy she began to rub. “Ah fuck! Baby!”
“You like the way I take my time baby. No rush. I want you to feel good in places you never knew you could.” Before you knew it you were laying on your back as she kissed and sucked down your body, making her way toward your pussy. She held up your thighs caressing them as she prepared to dive into her meal. She licked and sucked all around your pussy, before finally making contact with your clit. “Fuck Shuri!”
“Mhmm” she moaned into you as she devoured you.
“Oooo eat this pussy Panther!” She smacked the inside of your thigh. Then she wrapped her arms around both of your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed. Devouring your pussy. “S-Shuri ha hooo my g-god!” You were very sure you were seeing heaven, and then she placed a finger inside. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head “M-more. P-please Shuri more!” You reached down grabbing her by her curls grinding against her face. She placed another finger inside of you, and you felt like you were floating. “OMG! Uhn! I’m gonna cum Panther!” Shuri said something but you’ll never know what it was between euphoria and her mouth being filled with pussy.
You came hard in her mouth, she continued eating, getting you all cleaned up. And then she kept going. “I want some more pretty girl. Can you give me more.”
“Uhn! I d-don oh Sh sh pleasassee!! “ your words were failing you.
“Yea you can give me more.” She palms your ass. Getting back up on the bed laying on her back. “Come sit on my face. Drown me in that shit baby. Use me.” She opened her mouth wide sticking out her tounge ready to be your seat. You carefully lower yourself onto her face, but she grabs your thighs holding you down as she ravished you. You started moving your hips faster getting close to another orgasam. “Oh baby I’m gonna cum again! Fuck me Panther! Drink me!” Once again the band snapped and you were cumming, but this time liquid sprayed from your pussy as you squirted on Shuri’s face. She took it like a pro drinking you up.
“Good fucking girl! You’re my good girl huh Y/n. You taste so good.” She said as you fall to the bed trying to control the shaking from the after shocks. “You’re doing so good for me. You’re going to give me one more. Can you do that for me? Want to watch me cum on top of you? ” You look up at her tears falling from your eyes. You didn’t know if you could, but you’d damn sure try if you could see Shuri cum for you again. “Mhmm” is the only sound you could get out. Shuri understood loud and clear.
Shuri sat up, grabbing your legs pushing them all the way back, she straddles you in a squat. “As bad as I want to strap you until you’re unconscious, I want their to be no misunderstanding that it is a woman is fucking you like this” She begans to move against you, feet planted firmly on the bed, the muscles in her legs flexing. “Mmmm!” You let out a long groan from the overstimulation. “Shshsh. Don’t worry baby I got you.” She slowly whined her body against you in a circular motion. You looked down at her, chin still covered in your cum, body glistening in sweat. “ Ahhhh! fuck” she moaned throwing her head back. You followed a large bead of sweat that moved down from her long sexy neck, to her chest, down the valley of her breast, slowing at her waist that whined expertly above the backs of your thighs. It was femininity in all it’s beautiful, ethereal, glory. You snapped. “Oh My God Shuri! You’re so fucking sexy!” You reach and grab her waist moving underneath her as best you can.
She looked down at you like a goddess on her throne. “ You never felt like this before?”
“I c-can’t t-take it. You’re d-driving me crazy. Please! I want you! I need you Shuri. I want to be yours! Please Let me be yours!” You screamed, tears streaming down your face, as you were full out crying now. The whole experience was overwhelming.
“Nobody’s ever known your body like this b-baby? Uuhn! Made you c-cum s-so much? Knew exactly how touch you huh?”
“N-no, n-no, nobody baby! Nobody m-makes me feel like you Shuri! I’m gonna cum again for you!” Shuri fell to her knees, causing her pussy to grind harder against yours as she picked up the pace. “Oh Fuck! Go ahead b-baby let it go, I’m right behind you!” As if your body ran on her command you opened up the flood gates cumming into Shuri’s pussy, as she followed behind.
“OH GOD SHURI! I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU! I’m so in love with you.” You cried. She collapsed on top of you shaking and breathing hard from her intense orgasam. You both held onto eachother tight. You wrapped your legs around her waist as she nuzzled her face into your neck. You heard the sniffles before you felt tears dropping onto your neck.
Synopsis: Shuri’s been holed up in her lab, so you occupy yourself by going out with your friends. You return home and Shuri shows you exactly what she’s been working on.
Warnings: FILTH, StrapSlinger!Shuri, Drunk!Shuri, Drunk!Reader, drunk sex, oral (shuri receiving), throat fucking, spanking, Dom/Sub dynamic, hella dirty talk, alcohol, daddy kink (blink and you miss it), breeding kink, Panther!Shuri as always bc she has me by the ass, vibranium-laced alcohol, mentions of vibranum-laced hair products, just vibranium all through this mf, sub!Shuri for approximately 42 seconds; the pacing might be weird, idk,
Word Count: 8055
A note: Shuri speaks so much English in this simply because I didn't feel like arguing with Google Translate. I was talking a lot of shit so I hope I made yall proud with this one 🥹🥹🥹
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“Little fireworks that light up for me….” You hum along to the Victoria Monet song filtering through your speakers as you brush your hair, carefully gathering each strand into the high ponytail at the back of your head. Today you had your first Wakandan blowout and to say you were pleased with the results would be an understatement. You usually kept your hair in protective styles to cut down on maintenance time, but one too many scroll-throughs of silk press transformations on instagram had you asking one of the girls at your job for stylist recommendations. Once she’d given you the social info of her stylist, you reached out to book an appointment and four anticipation/anxiety-filled days later, here you were—obsessed with your hair and invigorated with a newfound confidence. Your new stylist had given you The Queen's Gambit; a blowout using vibranium-laced products to extend the life of the style, essentially making your hair moisture proof for up to four weeks, all while promising maximum curl retention once the products wear off. The method is extremely exclusive and requires extensive training to obtain a special license, which is usually reserved for only the most upscale salons and definitely not for new clients; however, once your stylist recognized you as Queen Shuri’s fiancée, she quickly made an exception and completed the service. Your hair cascaded down your back like a silken waterfall, and the bombshell curls added volume and sex appeal that you hadn't seen from your hair in a while, so when your friends called you to schedule a night on the town, you couldn’t refuse; all of Wakanda deserved to see you feeling yourself this heavily.
Once the elastic is secured around your hair and tightened to your liking you move to finish your makeup, applying your lip combo: a luscious red lipstick with a black liner. You sigh—this was Shuri’s favorite lip look on you; something about how the red pigment accentuated the plumpness of your lips attracted her to you like a bull. But Shuri wasn’t here to see it, she was holed up in her lab as she had been for the past few nights. You didn’t feel jaded or abandoned, Shuri made it clear you were welcome in her lab at any time, and you often took her up on it, popping by just to vent about your day or sit and watch her while she worked. She also shuts down the lab for an hour every day to have lunch with you in the garden. You understand that Shuri’s duty to her country—and therefore to you—as the Queen and Black Panther keeps her schedule packed, but she still goes out of her way to make time for you in every way that she can. I should pop down there to visit her, you think to yourself, but you dismiss the thought quickly; you could kiss your night out goodbye if Shuri got her hands on you like this. You’re wearing a brand-new outfit: a black strapless leather mini dress, black red bottoms and all gold jewelry, save for the purple tint of the vibranium-laced diamond in your engagement ring. The boning in the bodice and subtle V cut push your breasts up and the stretchy leather of the mini skirt hugs your hips perfectly. This dress might as well have been made for your body.
“Princess, Leona and Leomie Anderson are approaching.” Griot cuts into your self-admiration and as if on cue, the door to your dressing room opens, revealing the identical smiling faces of your two closest friends. The three of you greet each other with smiles, hugs and compliments before starting to pregame, take a few selfies and head towards the door to the car waiting outside.
“Princess, you’re forgetting your kimoyo beads.” Griot cuts in
“I have my earrings, Griot.”
The AI continues to press, “I will notify the Panther that you’re leaving.”
“No, Griot. Please don’t disturb her. I should be home before she leaves the lab.” You close the door before Griot can grill you more about your departure.
The ride into Downtown Wakanda is calm, but outside the club is chaotic; the line to get in is almost wrapped around the corner, the street is blocked with cars, and there are paparazzi loitering trying to get a glimpse of anyone of importance as they enter. Thankfully, the three of you are able to enter without much hassle from the bouncers and without being spotted by the photographers. The inside of the club is dark except for purple uplighting on the walls, providing just enough light for the three of you to make your way to the bar and find three plush velvet seats. Your chest rattles from the bass in the afrobeat's that the DJ is mixing. He’s keeping a watchful eye on the small but growing crowd in the middle of the dance floor; the night is still relatively young, so he’s not putting out his best mixes just yet. You continue to gaze around the venue; there’s tables along the far wall, a game area with darts and pool, a cigar room and what you assume is the VIP section behind a gold rope and purple curtain.
“Can I get something started for you ladies?” The bartender asks as he approaches, his eyes lingering on Leona, “Or would you like me to make you something special? On the house, of course.”
Leona leans forward, making sure to push her breasts further onto display, “Give us something good,” She lightly caresses the back of the bartender's hand, “And sweet.”
He smirks at her, trailing her eyes down to her chest, “Right away.” Before he takes his leave, purposely staying within Leona's eyesight as he mixes your drinks with a mixologist's flare.
“Whore.” Leomie, Leona’s twin sister, mumbles.
“I’m just trying to find me somebody to take home tonight so I can be like Y/N when I grow up.” Leona leans forward, glancing past her sister to wiggle her eyebrows at you.
You laugh, “I didn’t meet Shuri in a club so you’re already off on the wrong foot.”
“Okay but I’m not a good little nerd like you so I have to take some detours in the plan. As long as I end up at the same destination, I’m good.” Leona replies.
The three of you continue bickering, but it dies down when the bartender approaches, setting three brightly colored—almost glowing—drinks in front of you. Leona’s is orange, Leomie’s is red, and yours is two toned, “Something special for special ladies. Let me know what you think.” He steps back, patiently awaiting your reactions.
“Ooh, what’s in this?” Leona asks, watching the golden sparkles in her glass dance as she swirls the liquid inside.
“Yours is peach papaya, hers is blood orange mango, and the future Mrs. Panther’s is pineapple Dragon fruit.” He shoots you a wink, chuckling slightly as you bashfully hid your face; you still forget that you’re engaged to the Black Panther, to you she was just Shuri the Science Nerd. “All three have gin and rum, with a little extra syrup for sweetness. And those Panther swizzle sticks are custom.”
You sip your drinks, humming delightedly at the taste. “I hope they give you a raise soon because this is amazing!” Leona gushes.
The bartender smiles proudly before taking a small bow, “Thank you, I try my best.” Other people approach the bar; the crowd in the club is beginning to get crowded and the bar seats are filling up, “Let me know if you ladies need anything else,” He shoots a wink at Leona before moving away to help other patrons.
The rest of your night out is filled with drinks, dancing and carefree fun with your friends. Many people watch, wanting to approach you and your girls, or maybe even take one of you home but they know better than to approach, lest they face The Panther’s wrath. After a few hours, however, your Outside Timer runs out and you turn to your friends, “I’m ready to go.”
Thankfully, Leona and Leomie share your sentiment, “Yeah, I’m gonna order us a car. Let’s go back to the bar, at least we’ll have a straight shot to the door when it’s time to go.”
Leona spends the duration of your wait flirting with the bartender, ultimately deciding to stay at the club and wait for him to get off work so she could leave with him.
“Be safe Leona! Use protection!” You shout over your shoulder as you and Leomie make your way to the door.
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t let her get you pregnant!” Leona shouts back, nursing yet another experimental drink from the bartender.
“I just might!” You laugh just before crossing the threshold into the lobby.
The ride home is uneventful. The bit of liquor in your system is doing just enough to keep you warm, fuzzy and slightly horny, but not enough for you to be blackout sloppy drunk. The driver reaches Leomie’s home first, where you quickly say your goodbyes and confirm that the tracker in Leona’s bag was indeed active before Leomie leaves the car, and you alone. Your plan for the rest of the night was as follows: shower, change, prep a small meal to take to your fiancée as you collect her from her lab, see if you can’t get her to fuck you senseless (or eat her out for a few hours, whichever she preferred) once you got home, fall into a coma in her arms until tomorrow when the two of you have cake tastings and venue tours scheduled.
Before you know it, the driver is pulling up in front of your house. The lights are still off: Shuri isn’t home. You let out a small sigh as you exit the car, thanking the driver before closing the door and walking the path to the front door, scanning your fingerprint on the panel to gain entry. Once the door is shut, your heels are kicked off in one direction and your clutch lands on the foyer table in the other. You don’t bother with the lights as you walk down the entry hallway towards the living room. Shuri had this house custom built for the two of you and you know it like the back of your hand; you can practically see your surroundings, even in the dark.
Well, maybe you don’t have night vision.
Because if you did, you would’ve seen her sitting on the couch. You would've seen how she was sitting: manspread, hair braided back, arm thrown over the back of the couch, white sports bra peeking out from underneath an unbuttoned suit jacket. You would’ve seen the drink in her hand and the unmarked, half empty bottle sitting on the end table next to her. Maybe if you weren’t half drunk, you would’ve felt her eyes following you as soon as you crossed the threshold of your home.
But you didn’t see her, not until she turned the lamp on and flooded the room with light, nearly giving you a heart attack in the process.
“Jesus, what the fuck?” You yell before your eyes fall on the woman before you, “Shuri? What are you doing home?”
A half smirk flits across the Panther’s face, gone before your alcohol-laden brain can register it, “Am I not allowed to come home, sthandwa?”
“N–no of course you are baby it’s just–” You look around the room like the inanimate furniture was going to help you explain yourself. No such luck. “The lights were off when I pulled up, I–I thought you were still at the lab.”
Shuri hums, staring at the liquid in the barrel of her glass; it’s low. She’ll have to refill it again soon, “I called it a night a little early. I wanted to come home and show you what I’ve been working on. Only when I got here,” She cocks her head to the side as she looks up at you and you shrink under her intense gaze, “Intyatyambo yam wasn’t home.” (my flower)
Shuri is sitting halfway across the room, but you might as well be under the microscope on one of her lab tables with how closely she’s studying you. You’re positive she can hear how your heart is racing and see how you discreetly rub your thighs together in an attempt to quell the slick leaking from your core already, “I–I’m—”
“Did you have fun at the club, umfazi?” Shuri questions, another smile threatening to break out on her face.
You freeze, “I—How did you—Was it Griot?”
“I always know where you are, usana.” Shuri’s stare hardens as she looks at you pointedly, “Regardless of whether or not you have your kimoyo beads on you. How did you like the club? Did they take care of you? With the drinks and all.”
“We went to some club downtown. I don’t really remember the—”
Shuri reaches over, refilling her glass with whatever’s in the bottle. “The Panther’s Lair. How did you like it, usana?” A grin finally breaks out on your fiancee’s face.
You squint, “How do you know where we went? You don’t even keep up with the club scene, Shuri.”
“I own that club, mama.” Shuri leans further into the couch, cockiness oozing from every pore, “How do you think you were able to skip the line and walk straight in? Why do you think you didn’t pay for anything?”
“The bartender was flirting with Leona the whole night.”
“And why did the DJ only play your favorite songs the whole night?”
“I—I don’t know. Why do you own a club?”
“M’Baku wanted to be in charge of something after I took the throne. He manages the day to day operations, but my name is on the deed.” Shuri drains the rest of the liquid in her glass and refills it again before standing and walking over to you. Her eyes are low and lidded—no doubt from the contents of that glass—but they’re just as intense as ever as she looks you over, “Hmm, haven’t seen this dress before.” She notes, almost to herself as she grasps your hand, “Ndijike, ntombazana entle.” (Turn for me, pretty girl.)
You follow Shuri’s lead, allowing her to turn you every which way for her viewing pleasure, watching her reaction in the full body mirror across from you, “I just got it a few days ago. Didn’t have anywhere to wear it until tonight.”
“I’ll need to give you more reasons to wear it then, won’t I?” The Panther’s voice is deep as she speaks from behind you, running her hand over the material covering your ass until she reaches the bottom of your ponytail where she immediately curls her hands into your locks. “You got your hair done too?”
“Yeah, one of the girls at my job recommended to me her stylist and she gave me this vibranium-infused blowout. She said it’ll last for two weeks, even if I get my hair wet! It’s been so long since I had my hair straight. I’m thinking of wearing it like this for the wedding, or at least our engagement shoot.”
Shuri isn’t looking at you, she’s looking above you—namely, the ponytail on the back of your head. You watch her gaze darken with every revolution of her hand and once her grip is tight enough, she pulls, tilting your head back to expose your neck to her lips as she begins leaving lingering kisses on the skin of your neck.
“A sweat-proof blowout, huh?” Shuri huffs out a chuckle into your ear before she licks her lips, taking another sip from her glass, “Should we test that?”
A whimper escapes you before you can stop it, the effects of the alcohol and the woman behind you hitting you full force, “Shuri.”
The woman in question releases your hair, but her tattooed hand wraps around your throat instead, keeping your eyes locked on the two of you in the mirror as her lips continue their assault on your throat, tongue and teeth going to work suckling on your heated skin and pulling small moans from your throat as you melt into her.
“Should use this ponytail as a handle to fuck your throat. Get that pretty red lipstick all over my strap.” Shuri mumbles, locking eyes with you in the mirror. At your strangled whimper, she continues, "You'd like that wouldn't you? For me to use you for my own pleasure, to treat you like the slut you are?"
"Only yours, Shuri" Your eyes flutter closed as Shuri kisses from your neck, down your shoulder and arm before lifting your left hand to kiss up the back of your palm and around your engagement ring.
"Damn right you are." Shuri's mouth returns to your neck where she sinks her teeth into your pulse point. Your hand creeps up, caressing the shaved hair on the back of her head as you moan her name. "You're mine. Forever."
She releases you all too soon, spinning you to face her with a hand gripping your ass, "Go in the room and wait for me, usana. You know how I want you."
A whine escapes you as Shuri avoids your kiss, "Shuriiiii, you haven't kissed me all day." You pout.
A hum sounds from the Panther in front of you before she kisses your forehead and the corner of your mouth, "I know, ipetal yam. But not yet."
You continue your pouting, trying to get your lover to change her mind, but she only taps your ass twice, "Yiba yintombazana elungileyo kum kwaye uhambe uzilungiselele." (Be a good girl for me and go get ready)
You stare at Shuri a little longer, but she remains firm, staring back at you as she drains her glass again, raising a single eyebrow when she sees you still haven’t moved. “Ngaphandle kokuba ufuna ndikohlwaye.” She says, grazing your chin between her thumb and index knuckle. (Unless you want me to punish you)
Your lips part, another wave of arousal hitting you as you barely conceal a moan. Yes, that’s exactly what you want. But you say nothing, knowing Shuri can read your body language with her eyes closed. Shuri’s gentle touch turns rough as she grips your throat, pulling you within a breaths distance of her, the scent of the alcohol she’s been drinking fanning over your face, intoxicating you further, “I will not ask you again, intombi yam. Go to our room and get ready for me.” Her lips graze yours as she speaks to you with the intonation of a Queen, and you can’t help yourself as you poke your tongue out, running the tip over Shuri’s plump bottom lip before you lock eyes with her as she slowly releases her hold, watching you carefully as you finally follow her orders, turning and walking out of the room, making sure to put an extra swing in your hips as you leave Shuri’s eyesight and head to your shared bedroom to prepare yourself for the Panther’s arrival.
It takes Shuri approximately 8 minutes and 26 seconds to make her appearance in your bedroom. She pauses, leaning against the threshold of your room, a newly refilled bottle in hand, observing and admiring the scene before her; you kneeling in the center of the bed, eyes down, hands folded in your lap and completely nude except for your jewelry. “Ngalo lonke ixesha ulungile kum.” Shuri mumbles as she finally approaches you, running her fingertips up your shoulder, neck, back and into your hair where she pulls the elastic loose, flinging it across the room as your hair falls in a curtain around your face. (always so good for me)
You take a chance in looking up at her without permission, “I thought you liked my ponytail.”
“I do, but that’s what my hands are for, sthandwa.” She turns away from you, taking a swig directly from the bottle before placing it on the nightstand. You eye the swirling contents curiously as Shuri steps back; the drink is dark, with an almost purplish tint.
Shuri seems to be reading your mind, as always, “You can ask the question, usana.” You can hear the smile in her voice without having to look at her.
“That's what you’ve been working on?”
Shuri hums to the affirmative, her ravenous eyes still locked on you.
“You infused it with the Heart Shaped Herb?”
Shuri hums again, a smirk spreading on her lips, “I can get drunk with you now; my metabolism doesn’t burn through this as fast.”
“Can I try some?”
Shuri hums, “Maybe. It might be too strong for you, sthandwa.” She removes her jacket, revealing her toned arms and smooth chocolate skin as she approaches your form again. “Safe word?”
There’s no doubt a puddle on the sheets beneath you. Oh, I’m in for a night. “Petal.”
“Good girl.” Shuri’s voice has dropped an octave, vibrating low in her chest as you watch her deft hands unbutton and unzip her slacks, pushing them down to reveal the boxers she wore underneath—and the wet spot growing right in the crotch. Your mouth waters as you stare unabashedly at it, and Shuri follows your gaze, chuckling slightly as she spreads her legs slightly to give you a better view, “The drink seems to have some unintended effects. But I think it’s perfect for what I have planned for you, yes?”
You nod, unable to speak for fear you might drool as you watch Shuri kick the pants off her feet, her boxers and sports bra soon following and now The Black Panther stands before you in all of her glory. You’ve seen Shuri nude plenty of times over the course of your relationship, but you’re left staring in awe each time she reveals her marble-sculpted body to you. Your eyes linger on the few new scars she’s sporting; results of her work as the Panther. They’re healing and barely noticeable, but your heart still clenches at the thought of your baby being hurt—no matter how smart and powerful she is, your urge to protect her was only outmatched by her need to protect you. You find yourself reaching out, gently grazing your fingertips over the raised skin as you pull her closer. She obliges you as she always does, climbing onto the bed and standing on her knees in front of you before your brain catches up to your actions, and you snatch your hand away, ducking your head back down, “I–I’m sorry, you didn’t give me permission.”
Shuri says nothing, taking your hand, placing it back on her side and holding it there, “You always take such good care of me.” She speaks softly against your forehead before pressing multiple kisses to the crown of your head. “I love you so much, usana.”
“I love you too, Shuri.” You tilt your head up, seeking the lips of your love, and she briefly grants your request, grazing her lips across yours for a few moments before beginning to pull away, but you’re not having it. You surge forward, claiming Shuri’s mouth in a deep kiss, scraping your teeth against her plump lips and working your tongue into her mouth, your hands creeping up her waist and pulling her flush against you. Your hands begin to wander around Shuri’s smooth skin, and she grants you a full body shudder as you tease her nipples and massage her perfect breasts before gliding your hands down to her hips and to her soaking center, easily slipping through her folds and sinking two fingers inside.
Shuri throws her head back, a guttural moan sounding from her throat as she begins rocking her hips, riding your fingers while her puffy clit bumps the palm of your hand.
“You look so pretty like this, angel.” You mumble, sinking your teeth into her nipple and moaning when she clenches around you, a cry leaves her lips. Your lips work their way around her body, sucking and kissing on every inch of skin you can reach as Shuri’s hips work faster, the wet squelch of her cunt increasing in volume as you curl your fingers and issue one command in her ear, “Cum for me, Panther.”
One, two, three more caresses against that sweet spot within her and she follows your orders, flooding your hand with her essence. Her hips stutter, abs contracting, chest heaving as her orgasm overtakes her, your name falling from her lips like a prayer as her sopping, gushing pussy milks your fingers. You take over, thrusting your fingers and fucking her through her high, trying to draw it out as long as possible. Watching Shuri cum has always been one of your favorite sights, even before she took the Herb. Her orgasms were always so intense and powerful, wracking through her whole body and making her genius mind go blank, if just for a few moments. Your arm begins to burn from overexertion, as you lack the endurance the woman before you has, but you wouldn’t dare stop, not when she looked like a Goddess on her throne as she fucked herself on your fingers.
You only slow your fingers when the Panther before you begins whimpering from overstimulation. She opens her eyes, tears gathered in the corners of her ember gaze that you quickly kiss away as you slowly withdraw your fingers from her core and hold them up. Shuri acts immediately, maintaining eye contact with you as she takes one of your glistening fingers into her mouth, her tongue swirling and working to clean her nectar from your digit. You watch her intently before taking your other finger into your own mouth, tasting the essence of your love. The two of you stare into each other's eyes as you both suck on your fingers, before Shuri pulls off, fisting her hand in the hair at the base of your neck and pulling you into a bruising kiss. Tongues and teeth meet as Shuri kisses you feverishly, hell bent on tasting herself on every surface of your mouth.
You pull away for air moments later, “You love the way you taste, don’t you?”
“Only when it’s mixed with the taste of you.” Shuri presses more desperate kisses to your lips; she’s still riding the high of her orgasm, “Get on the floor, on your knees.”
You hum reaching for the long abandoned bottle on the nightstand, “Take drink first, love.”
Shuri takes the bottle and lifts it to her lips, taking several long swigs. You’re not sure if it’s from her still-shaking hands, or the speed at which she was drinking, but some of the liquor misses her mouth trailing down her beautiful neck, over her collarbones and between her breasts. You can’t help but to lean forward, poking your tongue out as you trace the trail of alcohol up her body, ending with sucking a mark into her pulse point.
Shuri grips your jaw, tilting your head back and hovering the bottle above your lips. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, and Shuri streams a small amount of the liquor onto your waiting tongue, watching you swallow three times before pulling back. The light floral notes of the drink accompany the smooth burn as it slides down your throat and the effects hit your bloodstream almost immediately. Your senses are dialed to 11; the cool air in the room makes your nipples pebble, you feel the slick as it leaks from you, you’re sure if you shift just enough, you could make yourself cum untouched. “Wow,” you muse, looking around the dimly lit room; you swear you’re seeing new colors. “Is this how you feel all the time?”
You feel Shuri’s breath waft over you as she huffs out a breathy chuckle, “More or less.” Your breath catches in your throat as Shuri slips her hand between your legs, mumbling a curse as her fingers graze over your wet pussy, “Bast, you’re so fucking wet.”
You grip her wrist, guiding her hand to circle your clit as you breathe against her lips, “Shuri, please.” You begin circling your hips, adding to the friction from Shuri’s fingers.
“Please what, mama? Tell me what you want.” Shuri’s eyes zero in on your hips, hypnotized by the motion of your curves.
Your head lolls back, your orgasm is a train, rocketing towards you at full speed, “I want you inside me. I wanna cum around you.”
Shuri’s lips find your neck, pulling a loud moan from you as her teeth work over your soft spot. Everything on you is so much more sensitive now and you can hear it every time Shuri’s expert fingers slosh through your dripping core, “Soon, my love. Wanna fuck your throat first. Can I? Please?”
You nod, quickly shuffling and assuming the position; on your knees at your lover's feet, waiting for her to push the limits of your throat with your favorite strap.
“You ready for me, pretty girl?” Shuri questions as the strap materializes, the tip nudging your top lip as you instinctually stick your tongue out, allowing Shuri to tap it against your tongue a few times, "Get it wet for me."
You start slowly, maintaining eye contact as your tongue caresses the tip, laying several French kisses on the mushroom head and then finally taking it into your mouth and sucking.
Shuri pulls in a shaky breath above you, fisting her hand in your hair in an attempt to encourage you further down her shaft; her control is already slipping, but she wants to prolong this as much as possible, "Don't tease me, usana."
You don't respond verbally, instead you inhale through your nose, and sink your mouth down to the hilt. The tip of the strap grazes the back of your throat and triggers your gag reflex, but you resist, willing your throat to relax by taking measured breaths as you hold yourself down at her base.
Shuris grip on your hair tightens, "Bast, I can feel your throat clenching around me."
You pull off her slowly, your flattened tongue against the underside trailing behind your lips before you repeat your actions and sink back to the base. This time you don't pause, quickly drawing back up before employing your hand to twist around Shuri’s shaft as you continue to bob your head. You continue like this for a few moments—alternating between slurping her shaft and suckling on her tip, just the way she likes. Shuri is a moaning mess above you, her head is thrown back with one hand in your hair and the other twisting her nipple. She looks gorgeous, but she's still holding back, afraid her strength as The Black Panther might hurt you.
Your mouth detaches from her completely, but your hand continues stroking her, “Shuri, my love.” You coo softly to draw her attention. Your voice sounds wrecked already, and you haven’t even gotten to the main event yet––you probably won’t even be able to speak when you meet with the wedding planner tomorrow. It takes a few seconds, but her wild eyes eventually fall on your kneeling figure. They’re unfocused and completely clouded by arousal, but you still see your Shuri clinging to control as the Panther prowls, wanting to completely let loose and ruin you.
“You’re holding back on me, entle.” You start, continuing when Shuri begins to protest, “You know I can take it.” You hold eye contact as you begin trailing kisses down her shaft, across her hips and to the top of her slit sitting just under the strap, “Let Her go. I want you to use me.” Shuri lets out a guttural moan as your wet tongue licks up the underside of the strap before you remove your hand, folding both of them on your lap, your lips grazing the tip of the strap as you speak, “I want you to fuck my throat, okay?”
The woman above you whimpers at your words, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
You flash a smile, “How many times have we done this? And how many times have you hurt me? We have a safe word for a reason.”
Shuri doesn’t respond. You’re right; she’s never hurt you and she knows she never will. But that doesn’t stop her worrying: what if this is the time she takes it too far? Lets The Panther on too long a leash and can’t reel Her back in? She would never forgive herself—or touch you again—if she hurt you; you’d be resigned to boring, one-position, vanilla sex for all of eternity. You sense her conflict, leaning up to press a reassuring kiss to her abdomen before resting your head on her thigh and delivering the line that you know will do her in, “I want it. Please?”
Your lover groans, she hates that you know she can never deny you, and she hates that you use that against her so frequently. She squats down, gripping your cheeks and pulling you into a bruising, tongue-tangled kiss, “Tap my thigh twice if I go too far, okay?”
You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face, “Of course, my love.”
Shuri kisses you one more time before standing up, fisting her hand in your hair once more to position you perfectly as her other hand strokes the strap a few times before lining it up with your waiting mouth. She slides in slowly but sinks in deep, not stopping until her pelvis is bumping your nose. A grunt sounds from deep in her chest as both of her hands gather your hair in a ponytail, holding your head steady as she begins thrusting, “Your mouth is so fucking perfect, usana. You know that?”
You can only hum in response, the vibration sending Shuri over the edge as an animalistic growl escapes her; The Panther has finally won, spurred on by the feel and sounds of your throat expanding and contracting to take her girth. She doesn’t bother trying to hold back her moans and grunts, knowing you love to hear them when you’re pleasuring her. She sets a pace that would have most people tapping out from the intensity, but you were you, and you weren’t betrothed to a Queen Panther for no reason: you proved time and time again that you could take everything she gave you, both in and out of the bedroom. Slick leaks from you in a stream as you look up at Shuri through watering eyes and running mascara. She’s a vision above you: eyebrows furrowed in concentration, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth, biceps flexing, sweat glistening down the beautiful, sculpted planes of her contracting abs, her hips rolling fluidly as she defiles your mouth. You could stay down here forever if you could. Either tonguing her perfect cunt or sucking her off, anything that ended in her cumming down your throat was heaven to you.
Shuri switches her rhythm, pushing the strap in, down to the base and holding it for a few seconds before pulling out entirely and repeating the action. You understand her silent command ‘swallow around it’. You obey, grabbing handfuls of Shuri’s ass to hold her in position as you use the back of your throat to stimulate the tip of the strap. Shuri’s leg begins shaking as she starts thrusting again; she’s close, “Bast, your mouth was made for me to fuck wasn’t it? You love me using you like this, don’t you? On your fucking knees, waiting for me to cum down your throat all the time. Like a fucking slut. My pretty fucking slut.” Shuri begins thrusting deeper, triggering your gag reflex with every push forward. Your eyes flutter closed as you trap your thumb against the palm of your hand; the trick works and your gag reflex subsides just enough. Your other hand creeps towards your dripping core, you’re still extremely sensitive from the Herb-infused alcohol and if you rub your clit just right, you could time yourself to cum at the same time as your love.
Shuri, however, catches on—even as the first waves of her orgasm begin to wash over her. “Don’t you dare touch your pussy. The only way you’re going to—fuck, oh Bast—cum is on my dick. Y–you understand?”
You whine, your hand shooting away from your core, opting to hold onto Shuri’s calves to ground yourself, leaving your glistening cunt abandoned for the time being.
Shuri’s moans increase in volume and her grip on your hair tightens as she throws her head back, exposing the beautiful lines of her throat, “I’m gonna fucking cum for you, mama. All down your fucking throat. You’re gonna swallow every fucking drop of me, aren’t you?”
“All of it.” Comes your muffled reply as your hands slide up Shuri’s legs to the back of her thighs, but you know your Shuri understands.
“I wish you could see yourself. You look so beautiful like this, usana. Always such a good girl for me—oh, fuck. FUCK!” The dam breaks and Shuri floods you for the second time that evening, your name on her lips like a mantra as her body shakes with the force of her orgasm. She pulls out a bit, allowing room for you to swallow as you drink what she gives you before your mouth goes to work to milk more out and prolong her high. Shuri’s knees give out and she collapses on the bed, but you and your mouth follow her, sucking intently on the sensitive tip to draw more nectar from The Panther. Shuri cries out in overstimulation, body going stiff, but her hips tell another story, thrusting into the warm cavern your mouth provides. You manage to pull a few more drops from her before she lifts you off completely, drawing you up her body to trap your lips in a kiss.
The two of you lay there for several moments, kissing each other deeply but leisurely as Shuri licks the taste of herself off of your tongue. Hands wander everywhere they can reach, over thighs, arms, backs, hair, breasts, before finally Shuri’s expert fingers wander between your legs, moving past your soaked thighs to delve into the source. Her lips pull away from yours, whispering a curse as she feels just how wet you’ve become, a smirk spreading on her lips. “You get this wet from sucking me off?”
You nod, angling your hips in an attempt to get Shuri’s fingers to slip inside. It should only take her one curl of her fingers and you’d cum all over her hand. But her fingers pull away as she takes note of your silence. Mild concern crosses her features as she sits up, gently pushing you off of her as she moves to the minifridge across the room, producing a water bottle and promptly uncapping it, helping you drink half before putting it on the bedside table next to the alcohol.
“Thetha nam.” (talk to me)
You wait a moment, clearing your throat and swallowing a few times, “Probably won’t be able to talk to the wedding planner tomorrow.” Your voice is rough and barely above a whisper but you’re speaking, and that satisfies Shuri, who returns the smile.
“You let me handle that. Color?”
“Green.” You respond immediately, perking up as you wait for your next command.
Shuri regards you carefully for a few moments, looking for any reasons to stop for the evening. She evidently finds none, nodding her head to the center of the bed. “Hands and knees, face the bottom.”
You spring into action immediately moving into position and setting your back in a deep arch, just the way Shuri likes. You chance a glance at your reflection in the mirror at the bottom of the bed: your hair is a mess—still beautifully sleek, but disheveled and piled in a hornet's nest on the top of your head, your cheeks are striped black from your running mascara and liner, and your lips are swollen.
Shuri smiles as she approaches you, tracing her hand down the small of your spine, “Always so eager to please me, hm?”
“Always wanna be good for my Panther.” You push your ass back into Shuri’s hand, wiggling your hips in an effort to get her to move faster. She lifts her hand up, bringing it down in a powerful smack on your right asscheek. You moan out, feeling more wetness drip out of you, based on the way Shuri’s eyes darken as she watches you, she sees it too.
Shuri finally crawls on the bed and positions herself on her knees behind you. She swipes two fingers through your cunt, using your wetness as lube to stroke the strap as she watches your pussy drip untouched. She leans forward after a few moments, licking three fat stripes up your slit before sealing her lips around your clit. You spread your legs as you begin circling your hips, riding Shuri’s face as best you can. The moans escaping you rise in pitch as you get frustrated; she’s doing just enough to keep you soaked, but not doing enough to make you cum. “Shuriiiii, please.” You cry out. Your body jolts as she slaps your ass again before sinking three fingers in to the hilt, causing you to scream out. She curls them immediately, rubbing that spongy spot within as she pounds you. You begin fucking yourself on her fingers, chasing the orgasm that’s been circling you all night but Shuri’s eerily calm voice breaks through your moans, “You’re not going to cum.”
You whine, “Shuri, why? I let you cum.”
“I told you why, usana.” Her voice is still level, but you can hear the pinch in the tone as her other hand works her toward another orgasm.
“Then fuck me!” You yell, throwing your ass back on Shuri’s long fingers.
Shuri pulls out entirely, dishing six quick slaps on alternating cheeks before grabbing your throat and hauling you upright, pressing your back to her front. “Are you rushing me?” Her voice is dangerously low, and the vibrations from the bass go straight to your core as you drop again.
You try to rock your hips, hoping the thickness of your thighs provides at least a little bit of friction but Shuri—as always—is miles ahead of you, forcing your legs apart and cupping her hand over your sex. You sob, sagging against the woman behind you, she’s not playing fair.
Her grip on your throat tightens, the restriction on your airway only makes you wetter instead of making you listen, “You’ll take what I give you, when I give it to you. Understand?” She suddenly slaps your cunt, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. You try to squirm away, but The Panther holds you still, delivering four more wet slaps right to your mound. Tears well up in your eyes, you feel like you’re going to burst from how pent up you are, and your fiancée is apparently content with teasing you until you explode. “I’ve taken care of you every time, haven’t I?” Shuri continues, scraping her blunt nails up your thigh when you don’t respond.
“Y–yes, Panther.” You sob out
“And you always end up satisfied and fucked thoroughly, right?” Shuri begins rubbing your clit in slow circles, avoiding direct contact.
“Yes.”
“Are you going to let me take care of you?”
“Yes, panther.”
“Good girl. Here.” She holds up the bottle, waterfalling some into your waiting mouth before taking a few long swigs of her own, discarding the bottle and pushing you back down on your forearms. She begins sliding the strap through your folds as the next wave of vibranium-infused liquor hits your bloodstream. You can’t help but to push back on her a little bit, but she lets you slide, simply gripping your ass to spread your lips apart as she watches herself move through you, “You’re so fucking wet.”
“All for you. Panther, please.” Your hips move on their own accord, working in slow circles to match the slide of the strap.
Shuri obliges you, thrusting in and quickly sinking down to the base, filling you to the brim. Both of you moan at the euphoric feeling, briefly pausing to soak it in, and then Shuri grips your hips and begins to move. She wastes no time pounding into you, using her strength and endurance as The Panther to set a pace no man would ever hope to match. Moans tumble from both your lips uncontrollably, as your eyes roll back from the pleasure.
“Shuri, Shuri, fuck yes. Yes, just like that!” You begin meeting Shuri’s thrusts, shaking your ass and fucking yourself on her dick.
Shuri slows her movements, allowing more room for yours, “Fuck yourself on me just like that pretty girl.” She grabs your hair, forcing your eyes to lock on your reflection, “Look how good you look getting fucked by me. Look at you, taking my dick so fucking good. No one else can have you like this.” Her eyes are drawn back to your ass, namely the way your ass jiggles in the aftershocks from the power of her thrusts. Her hand comes down on your ass several times, her palm smoothing the pain away as she grips the meat of your ass, using it as leverage to fuck you deeper.
The coil in your center tightens as your cunt clenches around the strap, your orgasm finally approaching after being edged for so long.
“You gonna cum on this dick?” Shuri asks, winding your hair around her hand and gripping your throat with the other.
“Yes, daddy. I’m gonna cum on this big dick.” You hold onto the bed sheets in front of you for dear life. You’re floating and your mind is gone, completely deactivated from the combination of the alcohol and the pleasure you’re receiving from your lover.
“I know you are. Can feel your pussy milking me. Give it to me, mama. Flood my shit, drown me in it.”
“Fuck me harder, Panther! Fuck this pussy.” Some part of your brain thanks Bast that Shuri designed this house to be soundproof, though you’re almost positive you’re testing it with the volume of your screams.
Shuri kicks it into third gear, wrapping both hands around your throat in a tight grip and adjusting her stance, sinking deeper into you and poking right at your g-spot as she drills into your cunt. Your moans get impossibly higher before your lips part in a silent scream as the band within snaps. Your toes curl, your vision goes white, and gravity seems to leave the room as the train of your orgasm finally catches you, crashing over you like high tide on the beach. A voice in the screaming “Don’t stop, fuck me through it.” sounds miles away, barely heard over the blood rushing in your ears as you gush all over the both of you.
Shuri pounds into you with abandon, chasing her third high. Her inconsistent rhythm and nonstop moans tells you she’s close. “I’m gonna cum, usana.” She leans forward, curling herself over your prone frame as she fucks into you from a new angle, intertwining your fingers, “Please, please tell me I can cum for you.”
“Cum in this pussy, daddy. Fill me up.”
Shuri thrusts four more times before her orgasm takes her. She cries out, collapsing on top of you as she ruts her hips, pumping you full of her cum for the second time, her lithe frame shaking with the force of each wave. She trails her lips up your neck as she thrusts a few more times, making sure her nectar is securely buried in you before she stills completely to catch her breath. After a few moments of silence, Shuri speaks, “Neither one of us is going to have a voice tomorrow.”
The two of you share a hoarse, breathless laugh before Shuri lifts off of you, slowly pulling out, dematerializing the strap and collapsing next to you. “Color?”
You snuggle into the junction of her jaw and throat, “Green. You?”
Shuri flashes a smile, “Green.”
The next morning, the two of you were tasked with coming up with a believable explanation of why both of you were walking with a limp and had suddenly lost your voices. It may or may not have worked.