#shuri/you

[stvrdrops]

ball drop kiss ☆ | shuri x fem!reader

maybe spending some extra time at the lab for new year’s is a good thing after all if it means getting an invitation to spend some time with princess shuri.

warnings : just kissing and a shuri being handsy :)

word count : 2k+

note : so sorry about not uploading for a while! thank you though for allowing me to enter the new year with 300 followers!! that is so crazy to me but i love you all. hope you enjoy!! and also have a great 2023!! ( ´∀｀)

new year’s eve was a holiday you honestly didn’t care too much about. truthfully you saw it as a couple’s holiday more than anything due to that traditional new year’s kiss. that’s exactly why you didn’t care about it. not having anyone to kiss before the new year began made you a bit bitter. it had also convinced you that it was the reason why every year recently had been just awful. the only thing you had going for you currently was the internship you somehow landed in wakanda. being a budding scientist took up the majority of your time and a lot of your headspace. however, one little thing managed to slip past all the science, and her name was shuri.

“surely you are not spending the new year in this stuffy lab.” shuri teased as she walked past you to grab up some papers. she had spoken to you only a couple of times before so it surprised you that she was actually making conversation. in fact, it rendered you a speechless for a second due to your tiny crush.

“yet you are also here, so you must not find it that stuffy.” you teased back with a wide smile coming across your face.

she takes a second to admire your smile. she hadn’t seen you smile that often so it made her heart flutter more than normal. of course, you didn’t know her heart did that whenever she saw you.

“i have work to do.” shuri simply explains as she grabbed up the papers she needed and sits down on the table you’re working on.

“to me it seems as if your work is just to sit down.” you reply to her with an eyebrow raised. she laughed at the joke and you could feel yourself blushing from the realization that she found you funny. you had heard her laugh before and it held a similar effect, but this was way different. it was different because she had been laughing at something you said.

“actually my work is to incite you to spend new year’s eve with me.”

had she been serious?

“really? why me? i mean i’d love—like— to do that very much but i’m just curious.” you stumble over your words and can feel your face growing hot yet again, but this time from embarrassment. had this been any normal person you were crushing over you think you’d be more confident. the fact she was a princess, two years your senior, and a scientist that you admired didn’t help your case at all.

“yes really. to be honest, we both seem to be lonely for the holiday. so why not ask? we can just go back to my room and watch the ball drop.”

for some reason you felt hesitant. she wasn’t wrong with you being lonely for the holiday but that didn’t bother you too much. you were just worried she’d find you annoying or you’d stumble over your words yet again. what if you made one wrong move and she decided you weren’t someone she wanted to spend time with anymore? the what ifs were beginning to drive you crazy as you sat there with your eyes on the blueprints you just created.

“i have champagne.”

damn.

“sure, do you wanna head out now?” you respond to her, finally looking up to see a wide smile on her face. she looked so cute when she smiled so far away from you, but now that it was up close it was like a whole different kind of cute. a much more intense cute if you had to describe it.

“yeah. my room isn’t too far off from the lab actually. y’know, since i’m always either here or there.” she grabs your hand and pulls you up from the chair. you yelp a little from the contact and your eyes queen. “are you okay?”

“yeah, just wasn’t expecting you to be so strong.” you say in surprise of her strength. her arms were toned but shuri was so slender that you never imagined her being that strong:

“i guess i should say when i’m not in the lab or in my room i’m in the gym.” she chuckles as she speaks. you realized she was still holding onto your hand and goosebumps went all over your body. you needed to get a grip. it was unlike you to become a puddle in someone’s arms, or hand in this case. “let’s get going.”

small conversation was made as you walked with shuri. she asked you what it was like being an american in wakanda. you explained to her that if there was a choice between staying here forever or going home then you’d choose wakanda. her face beamed when you answered that question: she was quizzing you and you hadn’t even realized it. her many other questions consisted of what college was like before you came to wakanda, what your favorite color is, the best inventor to ever exist in your eyes, and if you thought she was smarter than tony stark. of course your answer was her. she seemed to like that due to her smile and little squeeze she gave to your hand. at some point both of you had been walking slowly through the halls as if to spend more time talking.

“this is my room.” shuri said as she opened the doors. you gasped at the sight that laid in front of you. this was probably the largest room you’d ever seen. i mean, it was definitely fit for a princess. your room had just been in a tiny bungalow near the village. while it was quaint and you loved it, it was nothing compared to this.

you stepped in after her, admiring the wall in front of you that was completely covered in glass. the view of the city looked amazing from here and it made you fall a little more in love with wakanda which you didn’t think was possible. her room had tiled floors but they were apparently heated, which she explained to you on the way to her room. she had a large desk with inventions, notes, and computers all over it in the corner of her bedroom. a tv was on the other side of her room with a large couch surrounding it. her bed was quite large and had drapes coming down from the ceiling. if you were being honest your mind went to having sex on a bed that fancy. you had to shake your head a little to get the thought out.

you didn’t even realize shuri had been pouring you a glass of champagne before she handed it to you.

“thank you.”

“my pleasure.” she said back while turning on her large tv. the channel had already been on the news which made you think she must spend a lot of her time watching abc or any kind of news really. it said it was 11:55 pm in the corner of the tv which made you realize there wasn't much time for small talk.

you sit down on the couch after she does. a cushion separates the both of you as you begin sipping on the best champagne you’ve ever tasted. normally you don’t like alcohol but something about this just tasted right.

shuri had also been sipping on hers but you would catch her looking over at you every couple seconds. there hadn’t been an awkward silence due to the tv playing the voices of the anchors and special guests, but you two just weren’t talking. you were scared to say something dumb and shuri was scared she’d make you uncomfortable.

“so–” you both say in unison, which causes you both to laugh.

“you go first.” you say to shuri, to which she nods and sets her glass down on the table. the time reads 11:58 now.

“how do you usually spend new year’s eve?” she asks.

“i usually don’t spend it any kind of way. for some reason i view it as a coupleish holiday.”

shuri raises her eyebrow, “i can understand why.”

“my friends just say i’m bitter because i’ve never had a kiss on new year’s eve.” shuri looks shocked as you speak to her. you pick up on the confused look and laugh, “what’s wrong?”

“never? i mean you’re really pretty. i wouldn’t be surprised if you had done it only once or twice but never sounds unrealistic.”

“it’s true.” you say while shrugging your shoulders and setting your own wine glass down.

you can feel the couch shifting as shuri begins to get closer to you. your thighs are touching hers as she faces you. her face is placed in her hand as she rests her elbow on the back of the couch. your breathing hitches and she picks up on that. her hands can’t help but find your waist. you let them roam under your cropped shirt. working in the lab so late meant you only had comfy clothes on. one of her hands strayed away from your waist to tug a little at the string on your sweatpants. they rested low and shuri couldn’t help but look at your exposed torso when you two had been walking towards her room. she’d been keeping her eye on you for a long time without you even picking up on it. she often asked those who you worked with what your name was or tiny things about you. shuri had just been waiting for the right moment to pounce. your cute face and shyness about you made her want you even more.

the clock now reads 11:59 in the tiny corner.

“do you want a new year’s kiss?” shuri asks with a sly smile spreading across her face. her fingernails dig a little into your bare skin. you gasp and close your eyes for a split second from the contact.

“it would be wrong of me to say no if it’s coming from you.” you whisper out back to her after you’ve gained a little of your composure back. she quickly pulls you onto her lap so that you’re facing towards her and away from the tv. her strength yet again catches you by surprise. shuri was just full of surprises when you really thought about it. you didn’t even care that there was a slight chance this was just a “i’m lonely, you’re lonely sort of thing.” all you cared about was getting her hands to explore all under your shirt, and thats exactly what she began to do.

the sounds of the tv were quickly drowned out as the seconds began to increase. you couldn’t help but giggle whenever her fingers tickled you somewhere sensitive or gasp a little when she pinched. shuri was very handsy and she had been enjoying every little bit of this. her longing for this moment had been long overdue and she was happy to finally get this out of her system. however, shuri knew very quickly that she could very well become addicted to you. you smelled of vanilla and that was something she adored. your curly hair frames your face so perfectly and your glasses steaming up was hot as hell to her, even if embarrassing for you.

“5!”

shuri begins kissing on your neck ever so tenderly.

“4!”

you moan ever so slightly.

“3!”

she’s kissing higher up now.

“2!”

she’s teasing you now as she puts kisses all near your lips.

“1!”

there it is.

“happy new year!”

she kisses you as her hands grip your waist violently. the kiss is passionate and tender despite how badly she’s trying to get you as close as possible to her. it felt like all this pent up energy you didn’t know existed between the two of you was finally being let go into the air and being left in the old year. her tongue managed to slip in after the first few minutes and you enjoyed it. she tasted like champagne and you thought you probably tasted the same. you two wouldn’t even pull away for air. every time you tried to pull away she would bite on your bottom lip shooting a feeling of pleasure all over your body. you never even knew you were into that before. this was probably the best kiss you’ve ever had. you even moaned a little in anguish as shuri finally pulled away. her eyes were blown even though you could barely see due to how dark they were. you were sure your face was a little blushed from it all.

“what a way to start the new year.” she whispered out as laughter followed from the both of you.

“yeah i guess you could say that.”

“i wanna start the next year like this too with you.” she winks and your jaw drops.

oh bast, what have you gotten yourself into?

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[heejayy]

Dear black readers,

Don’t be afraid to write that fanfic . Regardless of the film, celebrity, book, show, character, sexuality, genre, or whether you think it's good or not write it! There isn't nearly enough fan fiction for us to appreciate or relate to as it is. We’re just as important as any other reader and if the fandom claims that the character would never be interested in a black person, and?! How the hell they know? There's a reason it’s called fan fiction... Don't be ashamed to write it because you fear nobody will read it, they will. It's important, in my opinion, that black readers be able to visualize themselves in the book. So write the story! 🫶🏾

- Ary 💜

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[literaryavenger]

Obsessed

Summary: Your crush on Bucky may be getting out of control.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warnings: Dramatic Reader. Language. Angst. Fluff. My poor attempts at being Funny.

Word Count: 1.4K I'm physically incapable of making anything short.

A/N: I wrote this in like 2 hours and I don't even know what this is, just... Yeah.

Masterlist

This is terrible.

This is the worst thing that's ever happened to you.

This is the worst thing that's ever happened to anyone. It's just the most horrible, dreadful, awful thing that could’ve ever happen to yo-

“Would you stop staring at him for fuck's sakes!” Natasha's hissed words make your eyes snap to her and finally away from the metal armed Supersoldier lifting weights. Shirtless.

You don't know when Bucky stopped feeling self-conscious enough to allow him to workout in nothing but a pair of gym shorts, but it has become literal torture for you.

Needless to say, Bucky's current level of undress is making it impossible for you to concentrate on the stretching you're supposed to be doing before your sparring match with Natasha.

But your very thoughtful and not at all exasperated friend makes sure to keep your attention on her during the entirety of our match by thoroughly kicking your ass.

What a lovely best friend you have.

Anyways.

Your entire mood shifts with one not intentionally overheard conversation. Steve enters the gym and goes straight to Bucky, who was putting his weight set down.

“She’s here!” Is all the blonde says to his friend and your heart stops at the way Bucky’s face lights up with a smile, not needing any more information before following Steve out of the gym.

She’s here? Who the fuck is she? Does Bucky have a girlfriend? And most importantly, she’s here? In the Compound?

Natasha can almost see the gears turning in your brain as you make no attempts to move from the mat after she knocked you on your ass for the hundredth time today. You didn’t even seem to notice her hand offering you help to get up, your eyes still looking where Bucky was just a moment ago, staring at nothing in particular while your brain drowns in your overthinking.

Natasha sighs and decides to end the match here, kneeling down in front of you and placing her hands on your shoulders, shaking you gently to snap you out of it.

“Don’t overthink this.” She tells you when she’s sure she has your attention. “It’s probably just a friend visiting.” She tries to comfort you, but you both know that’s highly unlikely. 

Bucky has no other friends outside the team. He doesn’t know how to talk to civilians anymore after everything he’s been through, and gave up trying to after the hundredth time he saw fear in a person’s eyes just by recognizing him. So his friend circle now includes the team and the agents of SHIELD that are not intimidated by him. Point is, every friend he has already lives in the Compound.

So who the fuck is here just to see him? 

Natasha can see that this is a lost battle, your eyes barely concentrating on her as you start drowning in your mind again. All she can do when you’re like this is try to distract you and keep you out of your head. So she takes your hand and helps you up, leading the way to the common room to watch one of your beloved romcoms together, because that’s how much she loves you.

Big mistake.

“Y/N! Y/N!” The excited high-pitched voice came just seconds after you set foot in the common room. And that’s about the only warning you got before the excited 5-year-old jumped on you, your reflexes thankfully quick enough to catch her.

“Hi, Maguna!” You say while chuckling as the little girl hugs you. “You seem excited today. Did you get into the sugar cabinet again?”

Morgan giggles at your joke and shakes her hand before taking your face in her little hands and dramatically saying, “No! A princess came to visit uncle Bucky! A real princess.”

You frown, confused at what she’s talking about, before you look around the room and finally notice everyone else in it. Pepper and Tony are on the couch, looking at you lovingly as you interact with their daughter.

You love Morgan, she’s like a little sister. You never miss an opportunity to babysit her and you spend as much time with her as you can. She also loves you, out of all the Avengers you’re her favorite, much to everyone’s dismay. She calls them all ‘aunt’ and ‘uncle’, but you’re just Y/N. You’re her big sister, you don’t need a title. Which is why you're the only one other than Tony allowed to call her 'Maguna'.

Then you notice the other people in the room: Steve, Bucky and… Shuri. The fucking Princess of Wakanda, standing in the common room of the Avengers Compound and just smiling at you as you carry Morgan.

You’ve never met Shuri, but you know she played an important part in deprogramming the Winter Soldier out of Bucky, and you’re grateful to her for it. She’s important to Bucky, and you can’t believe you forgot Bucky has Wakandan friends.

You put Morgan down on the ground again and the little girl takes your hand and aggressively steers you towards where Steve, Bucky and Shuri are standing, clearly thrilled to be in the presence of a real life princess.

“Hi, I’m Shuri.” She offers you her hand when you get close enough and you shake it with your free hand while introducing yourself.

There’s a bit of an awkward pause and you’re about to say the first thing that pops into your head when Morgan thankfully saves you by pulling on your hand, making you look at her. She tells you to come close and, chuckling, you kneel beside her so she can whisper conspiratorially in your ear.

“She’s a princess and she’s really pretty, but I still like you better.” She whispers and you can’t help but laugh.

God, you love this little girl.

You smile brightly at her and launch a tickle attack, her adorable giggles filling the room as everyone looks at you two with warm smiles.

Your attention is solely on Morgan, until you unintentionally hear the whispered conversation between Shuri and Bucky.

“So, this is the girl, huh? She’s pretty.” Shuri says and your heart skips a beat. 

You glance at them as discreetly as you can while still tickling Morgan, only to find Bucky looking at someone behind you. You turn around less carefully and see Sharon just entered the room, and she's also looking at Bucky with a smirk. You quickly return your attention to Morgan, but your mind is going a thousand miles a minute.

Of course he’d like someone more like Sharon. She’s pretty, she’s talented, she’s a total badass and she’s not afraid to go after what she wants.

She’s not a mass of anxiety in the shape of a woman that overthinks everything and becomes a flustered mess every time she’s even near Bucky.

It’s time to admit it to yourself: Bucky just doesn’t see you like that and you need to move on. 

Natasha is right, your obsession with Bucky needs to end.

What you don’t see is Bucky almost glaring at Sharon because he knows damn well why she’s smirking. She came in just before Shuri whispered to Bucky, when he was very intent on looking at you with heart eyes as you played with Morgan.

Just before you looked at him, Bucky noticed Sharon and he had to hold in a groan at her because he knows that she’s never gonna let him live this down.

Both Sharon and Steve have tried really hard to convince Bucky that you like him back and he should make a move on you. But Bucky, being as stubborn as they come, never believes them.

He obviously makes you uncomfortable, you’re always stuttering when he’s around and you avoid eye contact whenever possible. He’s just glad that you can stand his presence enough for the two of you to work together when necessary and to hang out with the rest of the team without problems.

So he just enjoys looking at you from a distance. He loves watching you play with Morgan and his thoughts always run wild with images of you playing like that with kids that are yours and his.

But he knows that’s never going to happen. Why would you like a damaged, PTSD ridden soldier that can’t even make it through the night without waking up from a nightmare? No, that’s definitely not your type.

Bucky accepts the truth: He doesn’t deserve you and you don’t see him like that anyways. 

It doesn’t matter that Sam thinks he’s obsessed, that won’t stop him from looking at you whenever he’s lucky enough to get a glimpse of his little ray of sunshine.

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[angelltheninth]

MCU characters having a wet dream about you?

About me, oh I'm so flattered, I would explode. As would all of you I'm sure.

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, Loki, King Valkyrie, Shuri, Xu Xialing, Kate Bishop, Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, wet dream, morning wood, kissing, cuddling, naked cuddling, cold showers, blowjobs, teasing, fingering, cunnilingus, morning sex

A/N: Put in a whole lot of characters in here. In other news Ant-Man was fun. The jello alien was my favorite.

Steve will try to say that he was just having nightmares, not moaning, of course he wasn't moaning. Must have been one hell of a nightmare if it gave him that big of a boner. Nah, that's just... morning wood, just that... well, fine, he was always a pretty bad liar, at least to you. He's pretty embarrassed, you just started dating and he's already getting hot and bothered with you just sleeping next to him. If he's this hard just from a dream a part of you can't wait to actually have his cock inside you. You can wait for that, as long as you get to tease him about this.

Bucky has no way out of this situation. He was pressed against you as the two of you slept, you can feel his cock against your ass when you woke up. He doesn't let you turn around and see how red his face is right now and tries to distract you. His bulge is pretty hard to ignore, given how it pulses and twitches in need against you. You'll gladly help him take car of it, he just needs to let you under the covers. You won't make a mess, and if you do you're more then happy to clean it up. This kind of talk is doing nothing but reminding him of his dream. Is he even awake? Well it doesn't matter when he gets to feel your mouth around his cock, sucking him off with gusto.

Sam quickly gets out of bed and scrambles for the showers. No need for you to get up and join him, he'll take care of this by himself, and then he'll talk to you about this. He could hear sounds from the bedroom while he was in the shower but he thought it was just his mind still playing tricks on him. Upon walking out he finds you with your legs spread, fully naked and inviting him to tell you all about his dream. You'll gladly share yours too. It might actually be filthier then his.

Clint couldn't believe this happened now. He has a mission to get to in half an hour. He's not embarrassed about the dream, why would he be? You're gonna be married soon, but the timing is just very inconvenient for him. Any other day and the two of you would have joked and laughed about it before getting down and dirty. His eyes widen when you push him down and take your panties off, you have half an hour right? You can make him come in half that time. Clint smirks at you, his rough hands settling on your hips. After this he better finish, or else he's never gonna hear the end of it.

Natasha does not shy away from it. She's been used for her feminine charms for a long time, not in control. When she does feel horny for you, no matter what time of day she is always honest about it with you. That goes for her wet dreams about you as well. In fact when she wakes up and you notice what she's been thinking about you she will lean and whisper what she dreamt about. She's not shy about her desires around you, and neither are you around her, it's not just her whose horny. You've had a more then your fair share of dreams about her.

Thor isn't shy about it at all, he's had this happen before many times although this is the first time it happened with you sleeping next to him. He sleeps naked most of the time anyway so there's a big cum stain already forming on the sheets as he wakes up from it. You've seen him with morning wood before but you never asked if it was prompted by a dream or not. You've had your fair share of your own, and some did start just like this. Oh? He'd love to hear more about these dreams of yours. Better yet, why don't you show him? And then he'll show you.

Loki is the one who ends up teasing you about it rather then the other way around. He's got his magic swirling around the two of you, pulling you close to him and into his lap, depicting scenes from his dream, in great detail too. It makes his cock even harder when he notices that you're rubbing your legs together as you watch the images dance before you. He's already hard, and by the looks of it you're quite wet yourself, so won't you bend over for him, let him do away with both your problems.

King Valkyrie kisses your neck as she holds you close, still dreaming, deep in her sleep, saying the filthiest things to you, riling you up without even knowing it. When you can't take it anymore you shake her awake, your face flaming hot, no, your whole body as well, most notably between your legs. She's never had much of a filter around you, there was never any need to so why would she start now? She takes your had and presses it to her pussy, letting your fingers feel the wetness as she does the same to you, her middle finger already teasing your entrance. You ease onto it before you even know it, bracing on her shoulders to ride her hand to your orgasm.

Shuri is only embarrassed by it because she knows that there is a chance that guards might come in and see her being so horny for you. The two of you have fooled around before of course but always with the door closed. Now she's only in her shirt and pajama bottoms, a wet stain on them. If anyone were to walk in there would be no doubt as to what she was dreaming about. Thank god you were still asleep so she can just change and get back to cuddling with you. She's still horny as hell from the dream but she can wait until you wake up and then lock the door to be sure.

Xu Xialing almost chokes you when you try to wake her up, thinking she was having a bad dream. Only when you're under her do you feel how wet she is, see how blown out her pupils are and how her eyes keep flickering to your lips. Ah, so it was a good dream then, very good judging by the state of her. She lets you go, apologetic of her actions, not the dream but of choking you, she would never do it without your consent. Well... she has it now. With a knowing smirk she takes off her tank top and underwear, letting you see how sticky and wet they are with her slick arousal. Before she gets to choking you she wants to get you ready for some other things she has planned.

Kate wants to sink into the bed when you question her about it. Yes, it was a wet dream about you, no it wasn't the first time she had it. She's blushing hard, avoiding your eyes as you try to coax her out of her hiding spot with cuddles and kisses and teasing words. Would it help if you told her about your wet dream? Now that gets her attention, yes, it would help a lot actually. She would love to know if your dreams are... compatible. Just to see if your tastes match of course, it has nothing to do with the fact that she's slipping further and further between your legs as you talk, making it nearly impossible for you to get words out as she licks and kisses your increasingly wet pussy.

Peter is very careful when he slips out of bed, he makes sure you're not disturbed by him. Little he know that you're awake but you let him do what he needs to and come back to bed. You trigger his spider sense when you jump him, giggling as you push him against the bed and grind in his still noticeable hard on. Why didn't you say anything? He's been dying of embarrassment this whole time, and now again, only worse because you're staring down at him with those knowing eyes and still, fuck, still rubbing against him in the best way, getting him fully hard again in no time. This time, you will do something about it.

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[nightcup]

“THEIR GAZE DOT DOT FUCKING DOT INTERESTED.”

IM GOING FERAL AAAAAAAAAAA.

#namor x shuri #mcu namor #nashuri #namuri #black panther #wakanda forever #mcu shuri #look say what you want about shuri’s feelings but Namor has it fucking bad LOL #not verified yet but if it’s fake then kudos because it’s a really good fake lol #namor #shuri #leaked bpwf script

[thelastharbinger]

AND I OOP-

#he's so hot for this #if yt ppl wanna get offended idk what to tell you like... #he ain't wrong #tenoch huerta #namor #namor the sub mariner #k'uk'ulkan #black panther #bp2 #black panther 2 #wakanda forever #bpwf #namor x shuri #it's the lighting switch up for mee and the dramatic close up side angle #tenoch huerta mejia #marvel #mcu

[livstarlight]

Ramonda, Okoye, Nakia, all Wakanda: Oh no, the princess has been kidnapped, we have to do something

*meanwhile Shuri in Talokan*:

#what do you mean this is now what happened #like #aside from the... you know #the kidnapping part #she was having a blast #good for her good for her #shuri #namor #namor x shuri #namuri #nashuri #seaprincess #wakanda #talokan #black panther #wakanda forever #mcu #incorrect black panther quotes

[valninja]

“Then keep me instead... I’d love to see your nation.”

“You can’t come down there in that.”

#shunamor #namuri #seaprincess #shuri x namor #namor x shuri #shuri #namor of talokan #black panther 2 spoilers #wakanda forever spoilers #wakanda forever #black panther 2 #like namor shut up #YOU DRESSED HER IN THAT #shuri said yes I would like to go on a date with you #the fanfic writes itself tbh #namor really thought about keeping her #SIR

[mellowwillowy]

I can't stop picturing Yan getting a boner while playing because he was scolded by the reader (He's actually a pro but...) 2, 3

Gamer Reader: Argh! Fuck! Are you blind? Can you even see the damn map on the corner, you dimwit?!

Masochist Yan: *panting* I, I, I'm sorry! Sorry sorry sorry!

Gamer Reader: haaah? Sorry, my ass! What the fuck is wrong with you? How do you even get to this rank? Did you fucking pay someone to push your damn rank?

Masochist Yan: Please, one more match? We are from the same guild so we'll earn more if we win together.

Gamer reader: Fuck this up one more time and I'll fucking find you and kick you right in your nuts.

Masochist yan: ... *purposely fucks everything up* oooh... *head clouded by the thought reader doing shits on him, boxer drenched*

Gamer Reader: hdfbshjfbewlb nqafjbnflwnfneiqlbfw fuccccccccck

𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔:

Gamer Reader: Argh! Fuck! Are you blind? Can you even see the damn map on the corner, you dimwit?!

Blind Yan: Sorry, first time playing and yes I am.

Gamer Yan: *visible guilt and confusion* ???

#yandere male #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere imagines #male yandere #yandere insert #yandere oc #yandere headcanons #yandere works #yandere writing #reader insert #x reader #oc #I'll be using XL or Shuri here...

[sapphicvqmpires]

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ for you, i’ll try

Pairing - shuri x black fem!reader

Word Count - 9k (listen…)

Contains - smut (18+), dom!shuri, sub!reader, fingering, thigh riding, cunnilingus, strap on, kimoyo bead sex toy, degradation, choking, throat fucking, angst (reader is really going through it), minimal fluff (if you squint real damn hard), cheating, mean!shuri, fuckgirl!shuri, crybaby!reader (she cries like 90% of the story, but cut her some slack lolll)

Key Words - nkosazana (princess), sthandwa (baby)

Divider From - @firefly-graphics

Sneak Peak - You weren’t even exactly sure how you got in this position; pinned to the wall, completely under Shuri’s dominion. Your intention was to visit Shuri and talk to her about the problems you were having with your girlfriend, Kiyahnna. But Shuri was starting to get aggravated, annoyed with the way you consistently ran back to Kiyahnna even though she treated you so poorly. She was sick of hearing you rant and complain about problems you were too afraid to run away from when all she wanted was to shut your pretty mouth up and put it to good use

Song Vibes - get even (dvsn)

Tags - @inmyheadimobsessed @abenomeiiii @amplifiedmoan @heejayy @shurismainbxtch @shuriszn @shurislover @naomis-daydream @prettymrswright @pinkwright @gardenof-venus @vys-intentions @tiii-iiiiii @vampzxi @zayswriting @chunkybabygorl

Writers Note: I was definitely heavily inspired by @inmyheadimobsessed and “Lies About How I Hate You”, Lyric really ate that up and left all of us speechless!! Shout out to you boo. This is for the WHORES.

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ The room around you fades into a blur, your breathless pants becoming more and more agonizing as you find yourself pinned to the wall beneath Shuri’s menacing demeanor. Her palm firmly placed around your throat had you squirming, your face melting into your pleasure as Shuri played with your pussy over the fabric of your yoga pants. Her fingers glided through your juicy slit, causing the thick spandex to graze your clit. A pitiful moan escaped your throat and Shuri grinned in pride, her perfect teeth subtly piercing through her salivating lips.

You weren’t even exactly sure how you got in this position; pinned to the wall, completely under Shuri’s dominion. Your intention was to visit Shuri and talk to her about the problems you were having with your girlfriend, Kiyahnna. But Shuri was starting to get aggravated, annoyed with the way you consistently ran back to Kiyahnna even though she treated you so poorly. She was sick of hearing you rant and complain about problems you were too afraid to run away from when all she wanted was to shut your pretty mouth up and put it to good use.

Your trailing thoughts were interrupted as Shuri playfully hoisted you up by your throat, leaving you on your tippy toes as the oxygen struggled to enter your confined lungs. Your moans became heavier as she pushed further into your clit, sending a wave of heat beating through the nerves that surround it.

“Shuri,” you moaned, unable to withhold the feeling coursing from the pit of your stomach down to your soaking cunt. Shuri said nothing with her mouth but her eyes told the story. They were hungry, provoking, her eyebrows furrowing together as she slipped her hand underneath your yoga pants and panties. She did not strip you down, you were still fully clothed, but something about the feeling of Shuri toying with you while you were completely covered made you throb. She slid her fingers down your slit once more, and she cursed at the feeling of your bare flesh.

“Fuck, y/n.”

“Sh-Shuri.”

“Yes princess, just like that. Say my name. I wanna hear it.” She took her middle and ring fingers and pushed them into your snug entrance. You were tight, and you clenched around her as she pushed further into you. You were still on your tippy toes, upheld by Shuri’s tattooed-choking hand. She pushed and pushed, your inner lining began to spasm as she rubbed against you. Your moans were so soft yet soiled with impurity as you looked directly into Shuri’s eyes.

“You’re so fucking tight, y/n, damn. Are you always this tight?”

“Shuri.”

You couldn’t answer, her aggressive thrusts forbade you. Shuri loosened her grip around your throat, allowing your feet to fully come back to the ground. It wasn’t too long before you realized she had completely stopped moving her fingers, and you were just riding her out as she watched and enjoyed the sight and sound of you. You slammed onto her a few more times, finally liberating your fluids all over Shuri’s hand and your brand new yoga pants.

“Shuri, oh my god, oh my god, Shuri. Mmmm. Yeah.”

She removed her hand from your wet pussy, licking her hand clean and your hole tightened at the sight.

“You taste good,” she beamed, leaning into you as she took your lips onto hers. “Bet it tastes better if you spill directly in my mouth.” You gave into her kiss completely, wrapping your arms around her neck as she gripped your waist. Her hold was addicting, a whiff of nicotine you found yourself breathing in. But the feeling didn’t last long. You remembered who you were, who she was, and you were forcefully brought back to your miserable reality. “Shit,” you curse, immediately freeing yourself of Shuri’s grasp.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice stained with an overwhelming flush of self-confidence.

“I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have done that.” You became suffocated as you choked down your pathetic cries. Your stomach knotted in guilt as you remembered you had a girlfriend to go home too. A terrible, emotionally neglectful girlfriend, but still your girlfriend nonetheless.

“Then where should you be? Back home with that bitch who’s cheating on you?”

“We don’t know that,” you snapped, gathering your things as you prepared to head back home.

“We do. You’re just annoyingly in denial.”

You paused, inhaling deeply as you continued to fight the tears that were itching to escape your tear ducts. Shuri was your friend, even though there was always an undeniable tension between the two of you that screamed at you everytime you saw her. You and Shuri’s friendship was always of the complicated sort. She would tease you, pick on you, and borderline bully you on a daily basis but there was an enchantment to her presence you couldn’t ignore. She was charming, seductive, yet you refused to give into whatever emotions played tug-of-war with you and ruin both your relationship and your friendship. It didn’t help that Shuri was who she was. She was notorious for being a ‘fuck-girl’, claiming whoever she felt like, whenever she felt like it. She enjoyed messing around, and it was the complete opposite of what you were looking for. You wanted love and affection. Shuri wanted a good time and you refused to become one of her play-things.

“Shuri…I’m gonna go home.” You approached the exit of her condo but got pulled back in as she quickly grabbed your wrist.

“Let me see you tomorrow?,” she hummed, her eyes high on sex.

You hesitated for a moment, getting lost in her depths as you’re sure a lot of girls did. And that thought alone is enough to pull you back out of her perpetual trance.

“Good night Shuri,” you reply, releasing yourself from her grasp as you make your way out.

Your drive back home was intentionally slow. The drive itself was all too familiar for you, driving from your house to Shuri’s and back again, you could probably do it with your eyes closed. But this time, you were coming back to your bed racked with guilt; guilt you know shouldn’t even be there considering the shit Kiyahnna puts you through on a daily basis but you couldn’t help but feel it.

“Fuck y/n,” you whispered to yourself, hating the way you kept replaying Shuri’s touch over and over again in your mind. She was incredibly skillful and the thought of her made your stomach flutter.

“Fuck.”

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As you approach the driveway, you notice Kiyahnna’s car isn’t there, but this was no surprise to you. The argument you had before you ran to Shuri’s comfort was ugly, uglier than normal. You made your way inside, stepping foot into the empty house and you felt a sense of relief wash over you. The fact that she wasn’t there almost absolved all feelings of guilt because you knew, deep down, Shuri was right. Your girlfriend was cheating on you. The tears you so strongly held back earlier came rushing down without fault. You cried silently as you got ready for bed, allowing yourself this moment of heartbreak in a space where neither Shuri or Kiyahnna could see you. Your bed was comfier than most nights and you weren’t sure if it was because you were sleeping alone tonight or if it was because of Shuri’s message she sent you.

*Hey baby, can you come over tomorrow? We need to talk*

You let the text sit for a bit, not wanting to give Shuri the pride of seeing you text back immediately.

*I have work tomorrow Shuri, I can’t do anything*

*After work?*

You can’t help but let out a cheeky smile.

*Fine. I’ll be there at 6*

*I’ll see you*

*Goodnight Shuri*

*Goodnight*

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You woke up to an empty bed, the catalyst to a painfully slow day. The hours dragged and you weren’t certain if it made you miserable or thankful. Most likely a bit of both. Once you made it home, you were startled at the sight of Kiyahnna sitting on the couch, as if she was waiting for you to arrive. Your stomach dropped, a result of seeing how good she looked and remembering what she was doing behind your back. She walked over to you, bringing you in for a hug as if she forgot the messy argument you had not even 24 hours ago.

“How’s my girl?,” she asks, the scent of her cologne taking over each and every one of your senses. You hadn’t accused her of cheating directly to her face just yet, you wanted to be 100% sure before you ever did such a thing. You linger in her hold, granting yourself permission to feel her fabricated embrace.

“I’m okay,” you reply, your face seeping into her shoulder. “I’m leaving though. I’ll be back later.”

“What? Where the fuck are you going now?” Her voice was already starting to become aggressive, and you sighed in hurtful frustration.

“I’m just meeting with some friends for dinner, I’ll be back soon,” you lie.

“I haven't seen my girl for hours and she’s already leaving me?”

“Ki just…you haven’t seen me because you didn’t come home last night after we had that big fight that you’re for some reason pretending didn’t happen.” You spat your words out with attitude, leveling yourself to her playing field even though you both knew you would crack if she even slightly raised her voice at you.

“Tf are you accusing me of, y/n?” And just like that, whatever feelings of content you felt even for a brief moment completely washed away.

“I’m not doing this right now Ki, I’m leaving. I’ll be back later.”

She let go of you in irritation, slouching back into the couch. For a moment, you almost remembered what life was like when things between you two were ok, amazing actually. When you would help her maintain her locs you adore so much, when she would tickle you until you could no longer breathe, when you would sink into her grasp and the smell of her was enough to get you naked; but all of that was gone now. Nothing but a mere memory of something that will no longer be. You began to break as the memories pounded into you like a heavy weight, your tears no longer able to withhold themselves, and that was your signal to leave immediately.

“Love you babe,” she said before you stepped foot out the door. Her tone was simple, holding absolutely no meaning behind the words she tossed around like it was easy.

“Love you Ki.” Your tone was the same.

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Before you step foot into Shuri’s condo, you fix your appearance in your rear view mirror, reapplying your gloss and making sure your false lashes haven’t grown damp after your crying. You pat down your face with powder, absorbing any evidence that you’re a crybaby so Shuri wouldn’t have anything to tease you about. Once you feel presentable enough, you make your way up, hesitating to knock on her door after last night's encounter but you proceed anyway. Shuri opens the door and you get lost in her for a split moment before her harsh tone pulls you back out.

“You gonna come in or what?”

“Sorry, I just…I don’t know.”

She raises an eyebrow in confusion and it frustrates you. Your evening with her has just begun and already she’s acting as if last night didn’t happen. You roll your eyes at her, taking a step inside and gasping at what you see. A candlelit dinner awaited you, and the sight was almost laughable. Shuri? Being romantic? You chuckled under your breath, hoping it wasn’t loud enough for her to hear but Shuri always had ears of a panther.

“What? Shit, is it not good enough?”

You paused, sulking in the effort she put into the presentation before you. A small dinner, enough for two, and Shuri was always a great cook. The candles were spread evenly around the small table, lighting up the corner of her condo. It’s not that you didn’t appreciate her endeavors, it was just the thought of Shuri, the biggest fuck-girl you know and your best friend, putting together a romantic dinner for two was a funny image placed in your head. A confusing one as well. You turned around to face her, mere concern painted on her beautiful face. You weren’t sure whether to comfort her in her worry or cuss her out for blatantly trying to move around the fact that her fingers were inches in your cunt not too long ago. You settled for something in between.

“Shuri…what are you doing?”

“I’m spending time with you…are we not allowed to do that?,” she replies in feign ignorance.

“Shuri…”

“Fine…I just…you were heartbroken yesterday and I felt bad for not comforting you like I should have, even though it’s you who keeps running back to her, so I really don’t even know why I’m apologizing.”

Even in her apology, there was no mention of what happened, but you quickly came to the conclusion that that was the closest thing you were getting to a real apology, so you left it at that for now. You gave her a smile, as you both took your seats at her table. You noticed a detail in her kitchen that you haven’t paid much attention to before, even though you have set foot into her space more times than you could ever recall.

“I’ve never seen someone have a mirror placed above their island countertop before. It looks nice.”

“You’ve been here how many times and you’re just noticing it now?,” she laughs.

“To be fair, I’ve never really used your island before.”

She chuckles, taking a bite into her food and you do the same. It was delicious, but you weren’t expecting anything less because, as you said, Shuri was an incredible cook. The next twenty minutes were filled with your normal conversations, but the elephant in the room was gnawing at your stomach to the point you could not take it anymore. It was mind baffling, seeing her laugh and eat as if last night was nothing but a mistake. Not that it wasn’t a mistake but it also wasn’t unintentional.

“Shuri, I can’t just act like last night didn’t happen,” you say, your gut immediately twisting at the way she paused her eating. She looked at you for a brief moment before proceeding to cut into her steak.

“I can.” She placed the steak in her mouth, chewing as she eyed you provocatively and you can’t tell if her reply pissed you off or made you want to cry; neither was acceptable because both meant you cared about what she thought. Your throat closed in as you swallowed down emotions you truly wish you did not have.

“Kiyahna ever tell you how pretty you look when you’re being fingered?”

Your heart skipped a beat and pushed it right back into your pussy.

“Or how pathetically pretty you sound when you moan?”

Another beat.

“Shuri, Shuri, Shuri,” she imitated you, laughing as she took another bite of her food. Your face was boiling both in anger and embarrassment. You felt used as you smothered the tears fighting to come out.

“Are you gonna cry?”

“No.”

“Bast. You really are a fucking crybaby.”

“I knew last night was a mistake,” you spat between tears. You quickly remove yourself from the table, eager to make an exit from Shuri’s presence.

“Y/n, don’t be like that, baby. Get back here, I’m sorry…kinda.”

You scoff, shamefully shedding tears as you attempt to make your way out the door.

“Y/n.”

“Shutup!”

You open the door, and when you thought your evening couldn’t get any worse, circumstances chose to prove you ridiculously wrong. Kiyahnna was standing right at the threshold, her face soaked in disappointment.

“Ki? What…why--”

Kiyahnna aggressively made herself welcome into Shuri’s home, her eyes bulging at the sight of a candle lit dinner as Shuri sipped the wine straight from the bottle in a presumptuous manner. Shuri and Kiyahnna eyed each other, not a tint of testosterone in the room but you imagined this is what it would feel like.

“Ki…it’s not what it looks like. For real, we were just hanging out.” It wasn’t a complete lie, but it wasn’t entirely the truth either.

“Oh yeah, just hanging out with a bunch of pretty candles, dinner and wine…don’t play stupid y/n.”

You swear the lump in your throat grew big enough to block your windpipe. “No seriously, I didn’t know she was gonna do all this!”

“So what happened to ‘I’m gonna go hang with some friends’, you lying little shit.”

Shuri shifted in her seat at your girlfriend’s insult.

“I technically didn’t lie, Shuri is my friend,” you defend yourself as you begin to cry pathetically. You were never one to handle anyone raising their voice at you, even in the slightest.

“You know I don’t like this bitch, so why do you keep seeing her behind my back?”

Shuri, who has already had enough of the wretched sight, stood up from her seat. She nudged Kiyahnna in passive-aggressiveness, forcing Kiyahnna to shift her attention from you to her.

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

“Or what?”

“Shuri…don’t,” you said, not wanting to make this scene any uglier than it has to be. “We’re…we’re gonna go home now. Right baby? Let’s go home.” You attempt to take Kiyahnna’s hand and make your way out, but Shuri decides to take matters into her own hands.

“Who are you fucking behind y/n’s back?”

Kiyahnna turned around to face Shuri, fearlessly walking towards her until their faces were inches away from each other. Shuri smirked in satisfaction, backing away in pride.

“What the fuck did you say to me?”

“Oh, I think you heard me loud and clear.”

“Shuri, please.”

“Shut the fuck up, y/n. You gotta stop taking shit from this useless piece of trash who clearly doesn’t give a fuck about you.”

“And what in the hell would you know about y/n and I’s relationship???,” Kiyahnna taunts, her voice seeped in nothing but animosity and you were scared for the both of them. You knew them both all too well.

“Oh well ask your little girlfriend who comes running to me after every argument you guys have about how much she can’t fucking stand you.”

Kiyahnna shifts her attention to you once more, observing you as you break down. “No, not like that! She didn’t mean it like that, I just come to her as someone to talk to, please ju--”

“Enough y/n, stop apologizing for her shitty behaviour!”

“You know what? Fuck you Shuri. Let’s go Ki, I don’t wanna be here anymore.” You forcefully grab Kiyahnna’s hand, making your way out of Shuri’s condo with no intention of stopping for any more of Shuri’s games, but Shuri was just as adamant as you were to get what she wants.

“Your girlfriend is really fucking tight, you know that right?”

You almost swore the oxygen in the room stopped flowing as your stomach literally dropped to the soles of your feet.

“She was so tight, I could hardly tell you ever fucked her…I mean, you have fucked her right? Didn’t seem like it with the way she so easily screamed my name last night. Right baby?”

She made eye contact with you, as she eyed your body up and down, sulking in your beauty even as you were weeping uncontrollably in rage and embarrassment.

“And I didn’t even strap her down yet. Wonder how tight she’ll be then,” she states, milking out that last statement with an evil smirk. Kiyahnna wastes no time approaching Shuri and meeting her fist to her jaw with a smack so loud, your eardrums pop. You gasp, running to Kiyahnna before she causes any more damage. You grab your girlfriend, watching Shuri as she gets up with blood smeared on the left side of her sharp jaw. She smirks at you, pleased with the way she got under your girlfriend's skin.

“Fuck! You!,” you spat, your tone harsher than the words themselves. And with that, you and Kiyahnna finally made yourselves out, leaving Shuri’s presence as you bottled up the rest of your tears. Truthfully, you did not want to see Kiyahnna or Shuri ever again, but you had nowhere else to go and right now, for the first time ever, Kiyahnna was the better option.

The rest of the night was filled with the most deafening silence you had ever experienced. From the car ride, to your bed, not a word was spoken. You didn’t even attempt to explain yourself because there was no use in the matter. You were caught, and for a moment you were almost thankful for Shuri’s untimely bluntness because you couldn’t take another moment of the guilt you had for allowing Shuri to touch you the way that she did.

You had the bed to yourself tonight, and this time, it wasn’t because Kiyahnna didn’t come home. She was home, just not with you. She decided to sleep on the couch tonight, and you were thankful. It allowed you time to cry without prying eyes judging you as your body exploded with emotions. Your phone buzzed.

*Come over tomorrow?*

Is she being for real?? You ignored her, refusing to give her the satisfaction she was so clearly desperate for.

*Please?* she added.

You held your ground as you finally fell asleep. You basked in your unconscious state because it was the only escape from the heaviness that poured all around you.

The next day flew by swiftly. You woke up to an empty house, as you gathered yourself for another day. Work was what it always was, but different. You were actually happy to be at work, away from both of them. As you clocked out, you drove back home agonizingly slow, not wanting to come home to Kiyahnna but also scared to open the door to an empty house. When you got home, Ki’s car was nowhere to be found, and you decided you were grateful. You would rather an actual empty house than a house that wasn’t empty but felt like it. Your gratefulness was cut short as you propped the door open, clear that Kiyahnna was home, her shoes tattered across the carpet. But she wasn’t on the couch, in her usual position.

“Ki?,” you called out. “Ki, you home?”

And that’s when you heard it.

“Oh my god, yeah. Just like that Ki, just like that, FUCK. UNH.”

You did not hesitate to run to the bedroom, prying the door open to the most jaw-dropping, heart-breaking obscenity that made you freeze in place. Your girlfriend was there, fucking someone that wasn’t you; and even though you knew for a while now, you were never prepared for the confirmation of it all and how much it would hurt.

“Ki?”

“Y/n? Shit,” she cusses, removing her strap from the other girl. It’s the same strap she fucks you with, well used to fuck you with. She hasn’t touched you in what seemed like a month now.

“Baby, I thought…weren’t you working?”

“I was…now I’m off.” You were numb, as tears fell from your dead eyes.

“Shit…hey look…I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?? There’s a naked girl on my bed right now.”

“Yeah baby…uhhh. Shit.”

You look at the girl, holding her gaze as you try to keep your cool.

“How long has this been going on for?,” you ask her.

“Shit, I don’t know…how long’s it been Ki? Three months?”

“Three…three months??”

You look over at Kiyahnna, her face covered in shame but she tries to keep her ‘calm, cool, and collected’ composure.

“Fuck you.”

“Y/n, come on. Don’t be like that. Let’s work this out.” She reaches out for you, attempting to bring you in for a hug but you slap her across the face and it takes all three of you by shock.

“DAMN,” the girl says.

You felt a sense of pride, finally able to stand up for yourself in the midst of mistreatment.

“Don’t fucking touch me, you fucking skank!”

You looked over at the girl on your bed, still naked.

“What’s your name, pretty?”

“Uh, Mikayla?”

“Fuck you too Mikayla.”

You put your shoes back on and headed out the door. You didn’t even try to hold your tears in, you found it useless at this point. You knew you didn’t have the strength or the willpower to battle emotions that were stronger than you. You hopped in your car and drove, and you knew exactly where you were headed. As much as your mind was screaming at you not to go back there, your heart always found a way to convince you otherwise. And right now, you did not care. You wanted her. All of her.

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“Open the fucking door Shuri,” you whispered to yourself after Shuri neglected to open the door after your 5th knock. You remember the spare key Shuri gave you in case of emergencies, and you didn’t hesitate to come to the conclusion that this was, in fact, an emergency. You rummaged through your bag, finally inviting yourself into her place. You opened the door to what seemed like an empty space.

“Shuri?,” you lightly called out, but she was nowhere to be found. You crept in further and further, still unable to find her, but that’s when you heard it. At first it sounded like someone had been wounded and you reacted instantly, running towards the broken cries. As you crept closer, you realize what you barged into.

“UNH, Shuri…Shuri, ohmygod. Unh, unh, UNH. FUCK.”

The woman cried out in pleasure, singing Shuri’s name behind the closed bedroom door. You didn’t know what to do but what you did know was that you refused to go back home so you decided to wait patiently in Shuri’s kitchen until she came out.

“Mmm, yeah…YEAH. FUCK, ohmygod, you’re so big, I can’t.”

You begin to listen attentively, becoming intrigued by the way the other girl moans Shuri’s name as if she’s experiencing the most out-of-body experience. You step into the living room, placing yourself on the couch as you listen to the way Shuri makes her scream.

“FUCK. GOD.”

You reluctantly crossed your legs, aware of the slow throb that began to creep in your core. You were slightly turned on and you couldn’t help but notice that you were even a little jealous. You weren’t sure if the jealousy came from the fact that your garbage-of-a-girlfriend didn’t touch you in weeks or if it was because it wasn’t you underneath Shuri at this very moment.

The sound of moans blended in with Shuri’s palm slapping down on flesh, the girl screaming in response.

“Shut up and take this dick, baby. You’re such a slut, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah I am. Only for you Shuri, keeping fucking me just like that. FUCK. I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum on my dick, give all that good shit to me.”

“Shuri. Shuri.”

Your mind begins to travel to sinful places, your stomach knotting in jealousy you choose to accept. It was useless to keep pretending you didn’t care anymore. You wanted Shuri. You wanted her to make you feel the way she made all her girls feel, truly understand why girls run back to her in desperation even though they mean nothing more to her than a good time.

“Who are you?” You were abruptly interrupted by the girl who was Shuri’s one night stand. She was wrapped in a purple bathrobe, headed to the bathroom. She was beautiful, even with the mascara running down her eyes and the limp she had in her step as a result of Shuri’s work. Yeah, you were definitely jealous.

“I’m y/n. I’m…I’m here to see Shuri…”

“Oh shit…are you her girlfriend? Shit I didn’t know, I swear.”

“Uhhh…”

“Y/n?” There she was. Clearly fucked out as she adjusted the waistband of her basketball shorts. “The fuck are you doing here?”

“You could’ve told me you had a girl.”

“She’s not my girl.”

Your heart sank a little at her words, and you're annoyed at how you let her get under your skin just like that. You began to choke up, tears welling up and she immediately understood the brokenness in your eyes.

“Get out,” she says to the girl, hostility locked in her tone.

“Shit, my bad. I’m leaving now.” The girl scurried around to grab her things, running out in her bathrobe as she almost trips out the door. “I’m sorry,” she repeats to you, before shutting the door behind her. The room went silent as Shuri stood there in anticipation. The gap between you and her was far too big for your comfort, when all you wanted to do was jump in her arms and speak from the heart. But you knew Shuri. She would probably laugh at you, and brush it off like nothing.

“What happened now, y/n?,” she asked in slight annoyance. “What’d your bitch you love so much do now?”

You almost didn’t want to admit it because the last thing you needed from Shuri was her scolding ‘I told you so’s.’

“Ki is cheating on me.”

“Oh for real??,” she replies in an insulting form of sarcasm.

“Shuri, stop.”

“Can’t say I didn’t tell your stupid ass.”

“No but I actually caught her, she was fucking some bitch named Mackenzie or whatever on my bed. MY BED. And that dumb bitch tried to apologize to me like IT’S NOTHING! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT??”

“Actually…yes. Yes I can believe it.”

“I didn’t want to believe it though.”

“Do you do anything besides cry all day?”

“Shit Shuri, I’m heartbroken. At least pretend to care about me!”

“I do care about you.”

“Then fucking act like it!”

“What do you want me to do?? Give you a hug??”

“Honestly yeah, that’d be really nice right now.”

Shuri laughs under her breath, her hands stuffed in the pockets of her basketball shorts. “You tripping.”

“Can I atleast kiss you??,” you ask and it came out more like begging than you assumed it would. Shuri froze, her throat bobbed as she swallowed.

“You want me to…kiss you?”

You nod.

“And then what? You want me to hold your hand and tell you everything is gonna be ok? And then ‘make love’ to you, or whatever the fuck. All that lovey dovey shit. Sorry y/n, that’s you, that shit ain’t for me.”

“Then what the fuck was that candle lit dinner you made me yesterday?? You’re gonna tell me you did that all for nothing??”

She went silent.

“Talk to me Shuri, stop acting like you didn’t fuck me the other night and then made me a cute little dinner the next day!”

“I didn’t fuck you,” she chuckles. She licks her lips, her eyes wandering everywhere around the room except for you.

“Yeah, you kinda did.”

Shuri breathes in frustration, making her way towards you as her mood shifts. Her toned body hovers over you as she stroked your cheek with her index finger. You admire the tattoo that trails down her right arm and trickles to her fingers. Her perfectly coiled hair accentuated her chiselled face, paving way to the bruise that sat on her left jaw from yesterdays fiasco. Her cologne, smothered your senses and you lingered in her touch that was so minimal yet started a bonfire in the cavity of your chest. She was attractive, this wasn’t news. You always found Shuri attractive. Hell, if your memory could recall correctly, you approached her first, because you found her attractive yet your paths decided you would work best as friends; granted, it was definitely not your average friendship, but there is a love you had for each other that couldn’t be ignored. 

“You call that fucking?,” her tone shifted, low and husky as she continued to caress your tear-stained cheeks.

You closed your eyes, savoring her gentle touch as long as she would allow it. It felt so real, so loving, even though you know it meant something completely different for Shuri.

“Shuri…?”

“Mhmm?” She was admiring you, her eyes sulking in your beautiful facial features Shuri loved but never cared to admit.

“Can you--”

“Can I do what, baby?”

You close your eyes once more, questioning yourself on whether you should proceed or not; because once you dive in, there is no turning back. Shuri would have you completely, in all ways and every way she desired and you would do nothing but allow it as you fall in love with her completely, unsure if she feels the same.

“Fuck me,” you beg, your voice shaking through your plea. “Fuck me like I’m one of your play-things, I swear I’ll be good. Just fuck me please.”

A crooked smile pierced through Shuri’s mouth, rubbing your bottom lip with the pad of her thumb and it made you ache. You crave her.

“Are you sure?”

You nod.

“I need you to understand something y/n.”

You say nothing, using your eyes as a method to pull her into you.

“I don’t just fuck, nkosazana…” The use of her native tongue caught you completely off guard. “I degrade and disrespect.”

You gulp as your body temperature rises.

“I’ll fuck you senseless for my pleasure, and then I might just act like it never happened.”

You hesitate, but eventually nod in agreement.

“And I’m only telling you this because I know you and I care about you. I know what you crave. You want someone to love you and give you the world, make you feel cared for. And I just can’t give that to you…not yet anyway.”

“Shuri please--”

“But I don’t know, I never fucked someone I loved before.”

Your eyes grow wide at her confession. You knew she loved you in a friendly manner but never did it cross your mind that her love went beyond the friendly type.

“Shuri please, just take me already. Use me, I don’t give a fuck. I just want you. All of you.”

She smiles. “Your words, sthandwa, not mine.”

And with that, she picks you up, gripping your ass as you wrap your legs around her waist. She takes your mouth into hers, building a road to the night she had in store for you; the night she’s waited forever for.

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Your bare pussy pressed into the smooth flesh of Shuri’s left thigh, your skirt bunched around your waist as you begin to grind your tender clit on her bare leg, leaving a trail of your wet desire on her.

“Unh,” you moaned softly, as Shuri grabbed your waist, guiding you through it.

“Shut up baby, I don’t wanna hear you. Just wanna hear how wet your pussy is. You think you can do that for me?”

You nod, your face diminishing into agony as you choke down your moans.

“Good, cause you didn’t have a choice.”

She presses your hips harder into her thigh, sending a wave of shock to your clit at the impact, and you shut your eyes as you fight the sounds you need to release.

“What’s wrong, nkosazana? Don’t tell me you’re already gonna cum.”

“Shuri.”

“I said shut up.” She reaches into your back pocket, pulling out your phone. “What’s your password, baby?”

“What?”

She waves the screen in front of your face as if she’s unaware of the pressure she’s putting on your sensitive clit as you suffer, trying to hold in your desperate groans of pleasure.

“It’s…1234.”

“Geez, couldn’t get any more predictable?”

“Shuri?”

“Did I say you can talk??”

You shake your head.

“Then shut the fuck up.”

She scrolls through your phone, clicking on keys as before she places the phone on the armrest of her sofa. The phone is on speaker phone, ringing as she waits for them to pick up.

“Y/n? I didn’t think you would call.”

Your eyes bulge as you realize who it is, and Shuri holds you firm, rocking your hips violently as you become overwhelmed with the feel of her.

“Ki? Hi baby.”

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m ok. Mmm, yeah.”

Shuri is keeping direct eye contact with you as do the same, eye fucking you as she puts more pressure on your oversensitive clit, digging her flesh in between your wet folds.

“Y/n, where are you? What’s going on?”

“Oh my god.”

Your eyes begin to roll as the warmth in your stomach creeps lower down your body, finding its way to your bundle of nerves as you squirm beneath Shuri’s tight grip. Her fingers dig into your flesh right before she takes two of her fingers and slips them beneath her own shorts and boxers, swishing through her wet pussy. The sight of her playing with herself is driving you to your edge.

“Where are you y/n? I’ll come pick you up.”

You look at Shuri, waiting for permission to release yourself but she shakes her head left and right. No. She removes her fingers from her wet cunt, and shoves them down your throat, gagging you as she does it again, and again.

“You hear that Kiyahnna? That’s your bitch, being a little slut for me.” She shoves her fingers down your throat once more, tears staining your cheeks as you gasp for air.

“Shuri?,” you moan, unable to hold in your pleasure any longer.

“Go ahead baby, show her how good of a girl you are. Let her hear it.”

“Oh my…fuck. Oh my god Shuri, oh my god.”

“The fuck is wrong with you guys??”

“Baby? You still there? Unh.”

“Fuck this shit, ya’ll are sick.”

Shuri gags you once more, making sure she Kiyahnna hears it loud and clear before she hangs up.

“Shuri, holy fuck Shuri. UNH. SHIT. FUCK. YEAH.”

She holds you down, making sure you’re unable to remove yourself from her grasp. “You like that?”

“Yeah, yeah you feel so good. I want more. Give me more. Gag me again, I wanna taste you.”

Shuri yanks your hair, tilting your head back as your neck is exposed to her. You feel so dirty, as she twirls her fingers through her own pussy once more, gathering her juices before she plunges into your throat. She pushes farther, your throat closing in around her and your tongue sticks out as you choke on her slender fingers. The tears cease to stream down your face, your saliva pooling out of your mouth as your pounding pussy slows its throb. She pulls out, and you already look fucked out. Tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes are met with Shuri’s dark, lustful ones, bringing you in for a kiss as she grasps your ass.

“Ki?”

“She’s gone, sthandwa. You scared her away.”

You giggle, trailing your fingers to your clit as you starve for more but Shuri grabs your hand before you get anywhere near your pussy.

“What? I can’t touch myself?,” you ask, challenging how far Shuri is willing to go with you. She notices this, the way you attempt to test her dominance.

“You wanna know what I think, y/n?,” she asks, kissing your neck as you surrender to her sweetness. She’s never even touched you like this before and yet it seems as if she knows you all too well, like she’s fucked you a million times. Your body responds to her in ways your body has never behaved for anyone prior, not even Kiyahnna.

“What do you think, baby?”

“I think you like the bad girls.” She continues to suck on your neck, leaving fuck marks in a territorial manner. “You like when girls treat you like shit because you know they’ll fuck you like they don’t care. You like being treated like a slut, because it makes your cunt ache.” She slips two fingers between your folds, caressing your clit in slow, torturous loops. “Because underneath this pretty princess facade you got going on, you're really just a useless whore, right baby?”

You’re unresponsive, holding in any sound trying to escape your throat as Shuri plays with your pussy.

“You really are stupid, huh?”

You continue to fight and Shuri smirks with pride, arrogantly pleased with the way she has you writhing in distress as you await her orders.

“It’s ok. I’ll fuck the stupid right out of you.”

“Fuck,” you gasp. “Shuri, I can’t.”

She grabs your throat, squeezing tightly as her palm presses against your windpipe. A restrained choke comes from the back of your throat as you open your mouth wider to allow for more oxygen flow.

“Speak one more time, and I swear to Bast himself…” She lets you go, and you cough a little as your lungs are fully exposed to the air it needs. “How’s this pussy of yours? Is she ready to grind some more?”

You nod, your stomach knotting once more at what’s to come.

“Good girl.”

She removes you from her lap, laying on her back as she motions you to get on top of her and you obey without question. You remove your shirt and bra, leaving yourself in your skirt as it stays hunched around your waistline. You relax in Shuri’s grasp, sulking in her beauty and what she looks like underneath you. She was always attractive, but this side of her was a vision you swear would have girls falling in love at first sight; it was the first time you truly understood why women ran back to her, begging for more and why she would never give it.

“Sit on my face,” she mandates, interfering with your dangerous thoughts. “Put my tongue to use y/n, sit on my damn face.” You oblige, hovering your pussy right over her mouth. She pushes your hips down, forcing you to put your full body weight on her and you moan almost instantly at the contact of her lips on yours. Your back slowly begins to arch, as Shuri wastes no time using her skillful tongue for sinful pleasures. The feeling was euphoric, her warm tongue flicking and sucking your clit had you singing Shuri’s name like an ensemble of one.

“Yeah, baby just like that. Just like that. Keep going. Keep fucking me like that, holy fuck. Holy shit, Shuri.”

She clasped your hips, rocking you back and forth as she tongue-fucked your pussy entrance and your throbbing bud. Her tongue made the most irresponsible movements against you, and your pussy nerves were reacting in ways you had no control over. She continued, using her nose and chin as tools for your pleasure as well. She was deep into you, your thighs tightening as you put her beautiful face to work.

“Fuck Shuri, I’m so close, it’s right there. Right there. Don’t stop.” You grasp onto the couch, your fingers digging into the material as you brace yourself. “Keep fucking this pussy, she wants you. She needs you so bad. Unh. UNH.” You release yourself into her mouth, fucking you through your orgasm and you fight it, trying to break free from Shuri’s grasp but she won’t let you. She takes your pounding clit into her salivating mouth once more, sucking as you struggle to overcome your orgasm but Shuri’s tongue only prolonged the pulse vibrating through your overwhelming pussy nerves.

“Shuri. Shuri. Shuri!,” you scream one last time before she finally lets you go. You collapse, both of you catching your breath as your minds and bodies return to your surroundings. You straddle her once more, kissing her as you taste your juices that stain her face.

“Damn, I taste good,” you moan into her mouth.

“Yes you fucking do, baby. Like I said, tastes better coming straight out of you.”

“I want more. Give me more.”

“What do you want, nkosazana?”

“Strap me down. I heard that girl earlier…she said you were big. I wanna feel it. Show me how tight I am, Shuri.” You didn’t hold a single care in the world for how needy you were coming across, because you wanted her. Every ounce of her. “Please Shuri, please. Please?”

“Please Shuri, please,” she mocks, chuckling at the sight of you.

“Stop, I’m not playing right now, baby. Or I swear I’ll touch myself, I’ll give myself my own orgasm and make you watch.”

“Oh y/n, you’re playing with fire.”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

She cocks her head to the side, like she’s planning a million ways to discipline you and remind you who’s in charge. She lifts you off of her, placing you on the couch in a regular sitting position, the fabric of her sofa coming in contact with your exposed ass. She hovers over you, grabbing your jaw in her hand as she tightens her grasp. It was almost painful, but you knew you deserved it. Your face gave out, settling back into submission without her having to say a word.

“There’s my girl,” she says, heading into her bedroom. “Stay here. Don’t fucking move.” She comes out, wearing a bracelet you’ve never seen her wear before.

“This is a kimoyo bracelet. These are kimoyo beads.”

You shrug your shoulders, uninterested but that disinterest slipped away as soon as she tapped on one of the beads, revealing the strap that hugged her crotch. It was detailed, every crevice and vein placed perfectly.

“This isn’t the same strap I use on other girls, I wanted to save this for someone special. It’s made from vibranium, remember I told you about vibranium?”

You nod. You remember little of what she said about it, she barely gave you any details about the metal, but you do recall her mentioning it once or twice. Shuri bends down, meeting your eye level.

“Listen to me carefully, y/n. This strap is going to go inside you and literally collect data from you. It’s going to remember every crevice, every contour, and most importantly your g-spot, and it’s going to mold to fit into you, and only you…let me know if you’re ok with this. If not, it’s ok…I’ll go grab one of my other straps and fuck you all the same, my pretty girl.”

You ponder for a moment. “Will it hurt, when it…you know, molds into me?”

“No sthandwa, it won’t. It’ll feel amazing actually, I made sure of it. I promise you.”

You begin to smile uncontrollably, your face flushing with warmth. As smutty as it was, it almost seemed romantic, in a weird, twisted sense; because even though Shuri has fucked too many women to even recall, she wanted you fully. She wanted to make you hers, fuck you like whore as she quite literally molds you.

“I want you, Shuri. I want all of you.”

“Ok baby, ok.”

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In one sweep, you find yourself on your back, plastered to the cool marble of Shuri’s island countertop. She aggressively removes your skirt from your body, leaving you completely bare. She spread your legs open in eagerness, impatient to get inside you and fuck you until you gasp for air.

“You're so sexy, y/n. This pussy is so sexy.” She slaps your pussy, your back softly arching on the marble beneath you. She plays with your folds, purposely avoiding your clit as you groan in frustration. “Be patient. No one likes an impatient slut. You can be patient for me, right my love?”

You don’t respond, resulting in Shuri slapping your pussy once more, sending a coursing sting to your clit.

“Yes Shuri,” you pant. “I’ll be patient with you.”

“That’s right.”

She removes one of the beads from her bracelet, sticking the circular metal to your clit and you wince at the contact. Immediately, Shuri fidgets with her kimoyo bracelet, activating the bead as it trembles in low vibrations. Your eyes shut, as you clench onto the sides of the island.

“Spread your legs as much as you can, let me watch your pussy twitch baby.”

You obey, spreading your legs to your highest extent, making more room for the buzzing kimoyo bead to roll through your lips. You looked up, understanding the purpose of why Shuri put a mirror on top of her island. The image was incredible, your face was fucked out as you watched the way the kimoyo bead maneuvered its way through your throbbing cunt. The sound of you was music to Shuri’s ears. You were drenched.

“You see what you look like? Look at how fucking sexy you look like this, y/n. Bast.”

“Shuri, holy fuck. I’m going to cum, holy shit.”

She fidgets with her bracelet once more, the pressure of the bead on the brink of being painful, as it vibrates heavily into your bundle of nerves. You keep your eyes open, looking at the reflection of your puffy pussy as you cum once again.

“GOD, HOLY SHIT. SHURI, SHURI.”

Shuri makes no effort to ease your suffering. Instead she steps closer to you, lifting your legs over her shoulders as she begins to tease your entrance. She coats her tip with your pearly cum, easing her way into you as your pussy welcomes her in.

“Oh my god.”

She thrusts.

“Shuri, good god, Shuri.”

“Shut the fuck up, you bitch, and let this pretty pussy do the talking, that’s all I need to hear. How wet you are for me. How slutty you are..”

Her thrusts seep deeper and deeper, your pussy clasping onto her length.

“You’re so fucking tight, y/n. Bast.”

You bite down on your hand, suffocating yourself as you refuse to disobey Shuri’s orders for you to keep quiet. You were trying your absolute hardest, but the feeling of Shuri’s dick hammering into you and the reflection of your pleasure coating her is making her commands damn near impossible. Your breathing becomes scattered, your eyes subtly going cross eyed as you feel your pussy sculpting the vibranium inside you. The kimoyo bead never fails to violate your clit, and you let out a strangled noise as you choose to ignore Shuri’s orders to keep quiet.

“I can’t Shuri, I can’t. I’m sorry but…SHIT. You feel so good. This feels so good.”

She lets you scream, immensely turned on by the control she has on your body.

“That’s it y/n. Such a fucking whore. My whore.”

“Your whore,” you echo. “Only yours.”

She loses tempo for a second, lost in your dirty mouth. You look at your reflection once more, hypnotized by Shuri’s curls and the way she grips your thighs as she mercilessly buries herself into you. Your breasts are bouncing to her inhumane rhythm, sweat glistening against your brown skin. She’s tapping your g-spot, making sure the vibranium makes note of every outline and curve inside you, claiming you as her own.

“You like when I play with you, huh?”

“Mhmmm.”

“Then cum for me, y/n. Spill that shit all over me.”

Your eyes roll back until they’re completely shut, grasping onto the edges on the countertop as a sense of relief. Your clit is aching, your pussy clenching harder and harder around her girth. The ache ripples into your knotted stomach as the palms of your hands and the soles of your feet tingle. You grow light-headed, your body overcome by the works of Shuri.

“Holy shit, baby. I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop. Keep going. Just like that, you’re doing so well. Fuck.”

With the buzz of her bead, and the stroke of her dick, you combust. You’re overtaken by everything that surrounds you, dissolving into the pleasure as Shuri fucks you through it.

“I can feel you baby, I can feel you pulsating around me.” Shuri spills into you, her own orgasm overcoming her state of dominance as your pussy twitches through her pleasure. “Fuck, y/n. Shit, baby. Look what you do to me.”

“SHURI.”

“FUCK.”

The room becomes filled with your moans, curses, and each other’s names as you mutually struggle to come down from your high. Shuri pulls out, a line of your slick staying connected to her strap until she tugged far enough to fully sever the tie from you. She bends down, putting her mouth at your cunt and you almost don’t realize what’s happening but then you understand, as you hear her native tongue fall from her mouth. She’s speaking xhosa into your cunt, and although you have no idea what she’s saying, you are completely turned on by the action as the vibrations of her voice pulsate through you. Shuri plucks the kimoyo bead from your clit, connecting it back to the bracelet allowing you to fully exhale in relief.

Shuri pulls your body from the island, and you go limp, nearly collapsing as your feet hit the floor. Shuri picked you up, bringing you to her bedroom as she put one of her oversized t-shirts on you, and the scent almost fully brought your mind back to the real world.

“You’re a mess,” she comments, pushing your messy curls off your face.

“Fuck,” you groan, still trying to collect yourself.

“How are you doing? Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m ok.”

Shuri smiles. “Good.”

You’re beginning to trail off into a deep sleep, fed up and fucked out as you cuddle into Shuri’s bedsheets. Shuri rests her body beside you, your heart jumped at the gesture as you were on the brink of passing out.

“What if I tried?”

“Hmm?” You hear her, but your body is too tired to collect her words.

“I could be good. Let me be good for you, nkosazana.”

And those were the last words you heard before you drifted off into a comfortable sleep, the best sleep you’ve had in months.

“I’ll try. I promise I’ll try y/n.” ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

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flirting with the enemy pt 2 | pt 1 ☆

shuri x fem!spy!reader

you finally meet with the elusive black panther again, however, under much different circumstances. could this be the end of your partnership with your corrupt employer?

warnings : mentions of kissing

word count : 3k+

note : so sorry this took way longer than expected to push out !! i’ve been so busy with work and school. i also realized it hit 200, which i made a separate post for, but thank you all !! i’m so grateful for your support during my short time on here. you’re all too kind. (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

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“i’ve done it…” shuri whispers out as she stands away from the large blue electronic screen in front of her. it had every calculation she had ever run on you. most of them were of your suit, but some were of your agility, strength, and beauty. none of the calculations to recreate your suit had worked until she added in the vibranium. the way you were able to teleport and leave behind particles suddenly became clear to her. it was such a good feeling whenever she learned something new, but even better when she learned something about you. now she felt like she knew your hidden trick. shuri wouldn’t let you get away so easily next time.

her lab suddenly became busy with scientists working day in and day out on a weapon to stun you so that your suit would malfunction. combating vibranium against vibranium was not something she was familiar with. it intrigued her to see how it would turn out in a fight against her. however, she is also worried that she may kill you. if the impact of the vibranium weapon hit you in the wrong spot or at too high of an input then something she couldn’t begin to imagine could happen. she did not want to use it if she didn’t have to. shuri had hoped you would easily submit.

while the scientists were busy getting the weapon built, shuri and her team were busy planning and tracking you. okoye, aneka, and nakia joined shuri with the task of capturing and questioning you.

although shuri informed the council and her peers of your visit, she left our key details. the kiss was never mentioned to anyone and shuri kept that hidden in the very back of her brain.

the black panther would catch herself dreaming about you and how soft your lips felt against her own. she could feel herself squirming in her sleep as she swore she could still feel her fingertips on your waist. her hands tingle at the thought of holding you so close to her once again. her breathing hitched when she pictured your beautiful face staring back at her. when shuri wasn’t hidden away in the lab she hid under bed sheets and blankets. she attempted to shake the feeling of you, but could never do it. talking about it was the only option she had left.

“shuri? have you learned new information?” Nakia asked as she questioned why they were all called to the lab. it had been completely empty other than herself, okoye, and shuri. had it been something about the mission then surely more people should be here. perhaps a meeting with the council should’ve been called as well.

“what information could we have missed? we know how to take the girl down and we also know where she is stationed. perhaps shuri called this meeting to explain why she is stalling.” okoye said, quickly sucking on her teeth afterwards. she had begun to grow impatient with how slow the progress was going for this mission. after all, you were a great threat for the wakandans. they had no record of you despite wakanda being your birth place. they just barely found information on your parents. it was as if you truly appeared from thin air.

the plan had been finalized weeks ago. the weapon had been tested millions of times by now, per shuri’s request. her suit had been worked on to become more durable and include and tranquillizing feature in case things went south. she was determined to catch you alive without failure. however, this meant you would be imprisoned and perhaps the banter she loved so much would cease to exist. it was selfish, putting her wants and needs before the safety of wakanda. she knew this and yet she still continued to desire you. she continued to dream about how heavenly you felt under her hands and how soft your lips felt. so that’s when shuri began planning something of her own. it was up to the girls if they wanted to help her or not.

“i am not sure if i’m ready.” shuri simply states while sitting down in a nearby chair.

“not ready? how could you not be ready?” okoye asked in an annoyed tone.

“i-i just…” shuri was stuttering as she attempted to put her feelings into words, “i have a personal connection to her. it could jeopardize us. it could jeopardize everything.”

“a personal connection? i can not believe—“

“hush okoye…” nakia quickly whispered out before turning to shuri, “what happened between you two when she came to the lab?”

shuri looked up at the two women as she contemplated telling the truth. you were tearing her apart little by little. if you happened to suddenly be in front of her then she would take down anyone in your path. she would swear to protect you, not that you needed it. she felt this urge to take care of you. she felt like bast made you for her somehow. the spiritual connection she felt towards you was deeper than anything she’s ever known.

it was naive of her but shuri could tell you weren’t stone cold. she could tell a part of you was hurt by shuri’s betrayal. she could tell you felt something for her in that kiss.

“i was compromised. i kissed her, and she kissed me back:” shuri began to explain as she ran her fingers through her hair, “i hadn’t meant for anything to come out of it. i didn’t expect to feel such complex emotions for her. it was simply a diversion tactic before it became something more, something real. i am scared to hurt her. i am scared to attack because what if something goes off plan and i am forced to live with that consequence?”

“she is a spy, shuri.” okoye blurted out, “she has stolen vibranium from wakanda and given it to whoever she works for, which we have yet to figure out. how could you have feelings for her when you don’t even know her?”

shuri could feel anger bubbling up inside of her from okoye’s words. she knew deep down that the woman was only trying to help, and was even being reasonable. however, there was no reasoning with this. no one could convince her otherwise.

“i feel like i know everything about her! i feel like i’ve studied every part of her and digging into all of this information that we don’t have about her has made me even more conflicted. i met her, i saw how she let her walls down around me. you don’t have to understand, but just know that i warned you.” shuri yelled to the two women in front of her. her hand slammed down onto the table and she stood up fast from the chair, which got sent across the room. “i am leaving and going on this mission alone. i will find her and i will make sure no harm comes to her.”

okoye and nakia could only watch as shuri grabbed up her black panther suit activator and headed off without her kimoyo beads. they hadn’t thought her serious.

“let her blow off the steam. you could’ve been easier on the girl, okoye. she’s never told me she’s had feelings for anyone before. i’m sure she’s conflicted considering the girl is meant to be an enemy.”

“ahh, she will thank me later.” okoye felt bad for being so harsh on shuri. this was a realization that shuri needed to come to and okoye was only trying to help. nakia was right though, the black panther had never expressed her interest in anyone before. the two did not even know she enjoyed the company of a woman. shuri was so incredibly private, even with those close to her. t’challa and her mother were the only ones who knew.

shuri had easily made her way around the hangar and secured herself one of the jets. the harder task was getting it out without sounding any alarms or raising eyebrows. luckily for her, the person in charge of the night shift had been far too distracted flirting with a member of the dora milaje. now all that was left was to see you.

okoye wasn’t wrong when she said they knew where you were. they had found your apartment, quite luxurious by the way, a couple weeks ago. there was one slip up within your papers. they did happen to find your parents birth records and tracked down the country they relocated to. of course, it was america. the mix of your american and wakanda accent made perfect sense to shuri. in fact, she liked the sound of it.

dora milaje were sent to script out the areas, and eventually found you located in new york. a busy city with millions of people you were sure to get lost in. however, you were one for dramatics and flair. you had to have a fancy penthouse and expensive trips to restaurants and clothing stores. this had alerted them, and just like that they found you. one was tempted to attack and finish the mission right then and there, but shuri wouldn’t allow it. she even got the girl suspended after finding out.

if anyone was to get you, it would be her.

“your suit repairs were quite costly. vibranium is not inexpensive.”

“and why are you telling me this?” you asked as your knife chops through the carrots you had been preparing. the call from your boss was coming through your speaker.

“i want you to know just how costly your mistake was. how could you let her damage your suit?” he said, his voice rising with every word, “this never happened before.”

ah, there it was. he was looking for an answer and knew the story you told was a lie. technically he should’ve been satisfied with the answer you gave. he didn’t need to know about something that had nothing to do with him.

you had to admit though that at first the story was hard to get straight. your head was spinning every time you attempted to remember the kiss. your face would flush and the core temperature of your body would increase by the second. shuri did things and made you feel things that you didn’t think were possible. she awakened some kind of emotion in you, an emotion you hated to deal with. perhaps it was desire, perhaps it was a different feeling of want, or perhaps it was love. nothing fully bloomed but the seeds could be planted if your situations were different.

“and it won’t happen again. to be honest, i don’t understand why i even need to go back. i was simply just a for hire. you have all the vibranium you should need for a simple suit. unless you’re doing something bigger with it. i’m not obligated to you by any contract or paperwork. find someone else to do it.” you dumped the carrots into the stew, making a large plop noise. you had been wanting to tell him this for a while. after the encounter with shuri it made you want to stay away from wakanda. after all, it was your birthplace. stealing from them just didn’t feel right anymore. it felt like you were a lowly criminal, which you were not. you had standards and morals that you incorporated with your highly trained spy skills. at first you thought these suits could do good for people, become a new way of life. however, it was obvious they weren’t using the vibranium for that anymore. shuri made you rethink everything.

“so what are you saying? don’t tell me you’re dropping out—“

suddenly the call cuts short. your head is raised from the cutoff and your attention is brought away from the stew.

“you want to stop doing spy work?” a familiar voice creeps through the air from around the concealed corner in your apartment.

“no,” you quickly correct her, “i just want to stop doing spy work for them.”

“what made you change your mind?” she asks, still hiding behind the corner. you place your hand on your hip as you wait for her to show herself.

“maybe if you come out i’ll tell you. i like having face to face conversations.”

shuri slowly walks around the corner, allowing you to see her in normal clothes once again. this was the first time she saw you in a natural state, you had realized. your eyes still can’t help but drift to the activator located on her. she trusted you, but not fully. you can’t say you were upset about it. she had good reason to be on eggshells around you. you felt like you had the same right.

“you look pretty.” she states. you can’t help but feel your body tingle.

your hair had been tied up in a sloppy style, perfect for home. the apron around your body hugged your waist tight and had tiny splotches on it. you had on makeup, but not a lot. your go to was mascara and lipgloss. the perfect combo.

“you also look good.” you bantered back to her, noticing how tight her pants were. she wore all black as you saw her hoodie matched the rest of the outfit. her glasses covered her eyes but you knew they were looking at you intensely. her curls were positioned on top of her head so perfectly. you wanted to see what was underneath the hoodie if you were being honest with yourself.

“you know i’m here for you.” she stated, stopping in front of the island.

“yeah i know.” you sigh out as you continue to stir the soup. it was almost perfect. “take a seat.”

shuri does just that. she sits at the island counter slowly, watching how she acts around you.

“sorry,” you say as you realize she has no bowl, “i wasn’t expecting guests.”

shuri says nothing and instead just watches you as you head over to the cabinet. she worries for a second that you’ll pull out some kind of weapon. her fingers linger over the activator, ready to use it at a moment’s notice. her nerves only calm when she sees you taking the bowl to her.

“you can relax, you know. i won’t put up a fight in my own home. i have way too many valuable things in here that i can’t afford to lose. perks of me stealing some of your vibranium i guess.” you say to her while pouring some of the soup into the bowl.

“if i’m being honest you did not even begin to dent our supply, but i’m sure you know that.”

you chuckle as you set the bowl down, “oh, yeah i know.”

shuri’s eyes glance down at the smoke coming off of the brown substance. it smelled quite familiar, and oddly enough like home.

“is this what i think it is?” shuri asks while lifting the spoon and twirling it around in the soup.

“it’s the one thing my mother taught me about wakanda. i try to make it whenever it gets cold here. i don’t know how you guys eat this in such intense heat.

shuri laughs at the remark. she can feel herself becoming more comfortable which scares her a bit. she does realize though that you’re becoming just as vulnerable. you do it to each other, create this atmosphere that allows you both to be more open. even if just for a split second or a tiny detail.

the spoon is lifted to her mouth and she sips on it. an explosion of familiar flavors occurs in her mouth. she can’t help but hum as she tastes it.

“i’m glad you like it.”

“yes, thank you.”

you make your way around your corner with soup of your own. the chair next to her is quickly pulled out and you make yourself comfortable.

“i know i will be imprisoned for my crimes. you guys have made it quite clear that i am a top priority. i saw members of the dora milaje tracking me down the other day. i’m not stupid.” you say while filling your spoon up with soup.

“they want to imprison and question you.”

“but you don’t?”

“not at all.”

shuri’s words caught you by surprise. you had to stop yourself from choking on the soup.

“then what will you do with me? send me somewhere? perhaps even have me working in the mines until i die?”

“you are a spy for hire, or at least, that’s what you made it sound like over that phone call.”

just how long was she standing there for?

“yeah, so?”

“i will hire you. i will save you from the fate wakanda wishes to impose on you. we can say they held information over you or didn’t let you know if the full equation. you now see you can choose the right side in all of this, and that’s exactly what you’ve done. you’ve chosen the right side. the fact that you are wakandan will help.” shuri turns her chair to look at you as she speaks.

this plan shuri was proposing seemed to have been lingering in her mind for quite some time now. it wasn’t too intricate, but she made it sound so much easier than it would really be. it appealed to you though. if it worked this meant you could avoid the charges. you could go back to doing the work you love, and the only kind you’ve ever known, but for the place you never truly considered to be your home. everything would change. you would surely become blacklisted. the people you worked for would be outed because of you, and they’d for sure seek revenge. somehow it was worth the risk. it was because of shuri. if this really worked then maybe you both could work. maybe even share a real kiss, no betrayal or hidden agenda. you could plant those seeds of love and grow it into something beautiful.

“i’m in.” you say to her, turning your chair so that you can face her. a smile creeps onto her face as she makes eye contact with you.

“you are prepared to leave all this behind and work for wakanda? the transition will not be easy and i’m sure they’ll need time to trust you. meaning field work will not be immediate. nakia is retired and we need a new spy with your expertise. you already have the vibranium suit so it is not like you aren’t equipped.”

“i’m ready.” you say, smiling back to her. you couldn’t help yourself after staring at her beautiful smile. it was contagious.

“why did you do readily agree?” shuri’s curiosity gets the best of her and she can’t help but ask.

“i would like to come home. explore the world my parents never let me grow up in. most of all, i’d like to explore it with you.”

the words made shuri’s face warm up. she had often dreamt about how beautiful you’d look in wakandan dresses as she explored the cities with you. it was a childish dream, but now it could really come true. she was once royalty and she is the black panther. the council ought to forgive your crimes or she may do something drastic.

“i would like that very much.” shuri responds.

the gap between you two is closing by the second. you weren’t sure when you leaned so far that your nose was touching hers, but you weren’t going to complain. she smelled sweet and her skin felt warm. her hand touched your face so delicately that you thought you were going to melt under her touch. her other hand was resting on your waist, pushing you in further. the room went silent and you finally closed the gap between the two of you. the waiting was far too much and you just couldn’t bear it.

the kiss was slower than the first one. it was slower, yes, but far more passionate. neither of you were expecting for the other to do something in betrayal. you could enjoy the kiss as you enjoyed each other’s presence. in all honesty, you knew nothing about shuri that was too personal. it was the same way for her about you. yet, you felt like you two knew enough about each other. the pining that was done so many miles away, both secretly and not secretly. the desire and shared dreams you both had about one another. it all led to this moment. you were enemies according to those around you. when perhaps, you were really meant to be lovers all along.

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#stvrdrops #fanfic #mcu shuri #princess shuri #shuri #shuri fanfiction #shuri x reader #shuri x you #shuri/reader #shuri fluff #shuri x y/n #shuri/you #wlw #sapphic

[imthataliensuperstar]

It puts a smile on my face seeing both of my Talokan men turned into himbos. Loving and supporting their Wakandan women

#okoye #danai gurira #shuri udaku #shuri #alex livinalli #attuma #world of wakanda #wakanda #black panther okoye #wakanda forever #black panther wakanda forever #attuma x reader #attuma x okoye #king namor #attuma thirst post #mcu namor #namor x reader #namor x y/n #namor x you #tenoch huerta #tenoch huerta namor #black panther #namor imagine #attuma imagines #attoye #namuri #nashuri #namshuri #talokanil #talokan

[haechvn]

Dating Shuri Udaku Headcanons

Pairing: Shuri x F!Reader

Warning: Fluff, Toxic!Shuri, Angst and Smut since yall nasty asf

Summary/Request: I got so many requests for an update so here it is!

Word Count: 1k words

Author’s Note: I decided to make her mean since you hoes wanna be treated like shit or whatever. I'm getting back into my groove with this one for sure. 18+ MDNI fr or imma beat yall ass. NEED MORE SHURI GIFS WTH

Taglist: @inmyheadimobsessed @theblacksuccubus @melodykisses @blackhottie25 @tonakings @coalmistyy @szalipcombo @prettyluhlaiiii @yelenabelovasgf @callmeoncette @clqrosmgc @theblacksuccubus @cherios @shuris-whore @nut4shuri @gaspyghosttt @elliesdinosauar @idkhersposts @ziayamikaelson @trinthebean @sleepingnova @yunhofingers

Credits: @anitalenia for the super cute dividers get into itttt

Fluff 

Cooks breakfast for you every morning after the two of you have sweet and reckless nights together 

Loves getting the two of you matching sets of grillz. Gold, silver, diamond studded. It doesn't matter

Brings you alongside her for all of her council meetings as she truly values your opinion and wants you to be involved and know your role in leading the nation with her

Has a throne for you next to hers 

Trains you with the Dora because she doesn’t want what happened last time with Namor to ever repeat itself

Buys you whatever you want right off each and every runway during all the major Fashion Week shows

Always get the biggest section when y’all got out and you betta be shaking that ass cause she gon be throwing them bills babyyyy

The amount of decorated hotel rooms you get from her is ridiculoussss. She’ll decorate a whole hotel for you just because she loved seeing your smile in the morning.

Always has her hand in yours no matter what the two of you are doing. Even hold your hand while you two brush your teeth

Never breaks eye contact with you while the two of you are speaking

Has more that 100 nicknames for you

Toxic/Angsty 

Purposely starts arguments with you because it turns her on to see you riled up and she can’t stop thinking about you putting her back in her place

Used a bit too much of her strength on you during training and you had to stay in the hospital for a few nights. She locked herself in her room and couldn’t even stand to look at you when you were released. 

Sometimes she lacks empathy because she believes she’s gone through the worse shit. She definitely gaslights you sometimes and walks away if you complain to her about having family issues

“Wow. It’s so sad you argue with your mom everyday. Where’s mine? Oh yea right. I’m done listening”

Tries to deny that she felt anything for RiRi but will constantly talk about how beautiful she is just to get you jealous. You end up beating her ass bc wtf

One of those lesbians that doesn't like when you talk to other women bc why the fuck would you?

Will look you dead in the eyes and tell you that you aren’t more important than her work and you should just leave her alone and spend the money she gives you. She sent 2 mil to your account while you stormed out of the lab

She’ll deny you sex because she didn’t like the way you spoke to the Dora earlier that morning. You said hi 

She sometimes embarrassed by the lack of strength you have. Like tighten up tf

“Can you stop touching me? Even the Dora don’t smother me this much.”

Hates when you constantly run your hands through her hair like she didn’t just get it done

Kisses her teeth when you try to shake your ass and it doesn’t move the way she want it too

“Try harder maybe? Ugh just stop actually. You look cringe doing that” LIKE WHERE'S YOUR ASS MA'AM????

Smut

Shuri likes when you eat her pussy with her panther suit on. Yes. That part is cut out 

She has different grillz for eating your pussy and then ones for eating you ass— SHE A BOTTOMFEEDAAAA

Shuri loves pressing her kimoyo beads against your clit and sending intense vibrations there. Rose toy who???

She eats your pussy at night sometimes because if you look hard enough while she’s making your head spin, her inner bottom lip glows softly with her vibranium tattoo, being the only source of light in the room

LOVES WHEN YOU DRILL HER SHIT TO THE POINT THAT SHE CANT BREATHE AND TRIES TO GRASP AROUND BUT SHE CANT BC THE VIBRANIUM CUFFS TOO STRONG EVEN FOR HER SO SHE HAS TO BEG YOU TO RELEASE HER EVEN THOUGH SHE KNOWS YOU WON’T AHHH

Can literally eat you out for hours and against your (consented) will, she definitely does

RIDES YOU IN THE NASTIEST SLOPPIEST WAY LIKE SHE LOVES SEEING YALL CREAM MIX AND IS OBSESSED WITH HOW STICKY SHE IS AND HOW MUCH STICKIER YOU ARE UGH SHE PRESSES HER LIPS AGAINST YOUR AS IF SHE CAN GO INSIDE YOU BYEEEEEEE

SHE AINT NO FAKE GAY NO MA’AM

Wakes you up most mornings with her lips sucking and teasing your breast bc babe she can’t get enough

BOTTOM!SHURI LOVES WHEN YOU SIT ON THE THRONE AND SHE TRIES TO MAKE HERSELF CUM OVER AND OVER RIDING YOUR THIGH WHILE YOU SIT ON HER THRONE OH WOW

SHE WHINES SO MUCH AND IS NOT QUIET AT ALL. Constantly getting complaints from everyone in the palace

Likes getting her ass devoured. SORRY NOT SORRY 

Kissing you alone get her wetter than river Niger omgggg (I’m African and this how we say it PLS)

Constantly talking you through EVERYTHING she does to you

“You take my fingers so well”

“Hmm, you know I love when you squeeze around me like that. Fuck, do that again.” (THE WAY SHE ROLLS HER R’S UGHHH)

“Please, I can’t take it. I-I… Fuck you feel so good. Don’t stop fucking me, put me in my place”

Never breaks eye contact with you when she’s drilling the shit out of you 

LOVES WHEN YOU FUCK HER FACE WITH ALL THE STRAPS SHES MADE IN THE LAB

Literally she’ll be in the lab with her goggles on with all her tools scattered all of the table and gets wet picturing you standing over her and using her mouth like a toy OMG

Loves when you tie her up with pink and purple ribbons and stuff her mouth with your panties BYE

LIKES BEING BLINDFOLDED AND WEARING FLUFFY EARMUFFS SO YOU CAN DO ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING TO HER AND GIVING YOU FULL CONTROL

WHITE FLUFFY EARMUFFS WITH PINK RIBBONS AND HER CURLY HAIR SHAKING AROUND EVERY TIME SHE MOVES

#shuri is a eater #shuri is a munch #shuri is a real gay not like you fake bitches #shuri x reader #shuri smut #shuri fanfiction #shuri imagine #toxic!shuri #shuri udaku x reader #shuri x f!reader #black panther x reader #shuri x fem!reader #shuri angst #shuri fluff #toxic!shuri x reader #princess shuri smut #shuri black panther #black panther imagine #black panther smut #marvel smut #princess shuri #shuri udaku #shuri x y/n #black panther angst #mcu imagine

[tittiesnletitia]

Letitia:

Also Letitia:

#on the SAME NIGHT TOO may i add #©️karrobra on tt #kehlani #letitia wright #letitia wright x reader #vibranium strap #princess shuri #shuri black panther #shuri udaku #shuri x reader #shuri x you #shuri x y/n

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Okoye: We are screwed.

Shuri: Hey, no, I don’t want to hear that defeatist attitude. I want to hear you upbeat.

Okoye, with a mocking smile: We’re screwed!

Shuri: There you go.

#source: 10 things i hate about you #okoye #okoye incorrect quotes #shuri #shuri incorrect quotes #marvel incorrect quotes #marvel #avengers #avengers incorrect quotes

[livstarlight]

The conversation between Namora and Namor at the end of Wakanda Forever literally be the meme in another font of: "I know you think my judgment is clouded because I like her a little bit" "You doodled your wedding invitation" "No that's our joined tombstone" "My mystake"

EXCEPT HE MADE A WHOLE MURAL

#NAMORA I AM SO SORRY #THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS #you are gonna need that #namor x shuri #namuri #nashuri #namor #shuri #namora #black panther #wakanda forever #mcu