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inmyheadimobsessed · 1 year
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Lies Bout How I Hate You
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pairing: shuri ✘ plussize!black!fem!reader
summary: being broken up seems to hold different meanings to both you and shuri. you're trying to move on, you're dating, which she allows, until she decides she's had enough of seeing you with someone who isn't her.
word count: literally just vibeeee
contains: ex!reader & ex!shuri, reader hates shuri, cocky!shuri, jealous!shuri, possessive!shuri, smut (18+) dom!shuri, sub!reader, oral (both receiving), strap!shuri, masturbation, breeding!kink, fingering (reader receiving), overstimulation, shuri's mean, use of toys (vibrating kimoyo bead), slight degradation!kink, humiliation!kink, praise!kink, mirror sex, car sex, restraints, panther!shuri, dirty talk, kinda public orgasm, multiple orgasms, light mention of blood, choking, spanking, orgasm denial, squirting, rough sex, coming untouched, crying, biting
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note: THIS! is my apology for the pain i put y'all through. i hope it can suffice. just walk with me a little bit here with this one okay? there's plot but the plot is just smut fr. i will not disclose the songs i was listening to when i came up with this cause y'all gon look at me fucking crazy, but some hints are sprinkled throughout idk. i once saw someone on twitter describe one of my fics by saying "when you think they're done fucking, they're not" it made me laugh and i think it holds relevance here. shouts out to oomf for translations! but anywho, as always, enjoy mwah, mwah!
↬ aftermaths {aftercare scene}
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She smirked, pushing your exposed back up against the cool steel of your apartment door, and you shivered, permitting your exhale to emerge as a low taunting moan. This, she bit her lip at, shutting her eyes tight as the desperation coating your whimper washed over her. “That’s a pretty ass sound.”
Brown eyes twinkled as they bore into her, your own plump bottom lip finding its way between your teeth and you gave her a shy grin. “You think so?”
“Mmm,” Her eyes remained shut as you watched her, your restraint slipping just a bit when that strong arm of hers reached above your head to grip firmly to the door frame. “What if I wanna hear it again?”
Fingers flexed overhead as she tightened her grasp, and it was there that you allowed your eyes to remain, admiring slender digits and the potential they held as you considered her question. Inviting her in had crossed your mind, on many occasions actually. You liked her, a lot, and you liked the feelings that came alive inside you when she spoke and when she peered at you as she did now.
“You gon work for it?” It was meant to be a response carried by confidence, but the shake in tone gave your nerves away, and she huffed a laugh. The taller woman knew you wanted her; you didn’t hide it very well. Truthfully, you weren't trying to. You pondered it, her request to hear you moan for her again. You could allow it, maybe. Riri was probably at her garage and you’d have the place to yourselves; she'd have you to herself. Fuck, you wanted that.
The blow of her breath and the ghost of her lips could just be enough to coerce your decision. “This is me working for it.” And when she kissed you, long and rough, you produced that sound she chased again. It was louder now; stronger, firmer, and you’d made up your mind.
“You wanna com–” The door existed as the only thing keeping you upright, so ultimately, when the press of it was ripped away from your spine, you stumbled backward, and your body cascaded into a pair of muscular arms whose hold you knew all too well.
Shuri gripped you, letting her lanky fingers graze your sides long enough to quench her thirst before reluctantly steadying you on your feet. “Shit. Sorry.” Eyes stalked your date, never moving from her post behind you. In fact, you were certain the Princess eased in closer, squeezing her toned front tightly against your back with a low grunt. There was nary a bone in her body that’d been apologetic.
Shuri's temperature remained searing, beaming off her person in familiar waves, but unlike prior times, it offered you no comfort. Now, her warmth worked overtime to make you feel sticky and stifled, and you struggled to keep your annoyance in check, though it was apparent she comprehended your mood as she peered down at you now.
“Naci, I’ll call you tomorrow, aight?”
She narrowed her eyes at Shuri who still loomed behind you; possessive and daring, clearly sensing some sort of tension between you two, and she did the little she could to assert a form of dominance. Though there was no use in doing so, there was no competition to be had when Shuri already claimed the title of winner. And you could tell she knew this, her daunting smirk giving it away as she stepped away from your rear to clutch the open door.
“Bye Natty.” And then she slammed it, walking past you to plop back onto the indented couch. She'd been sitting there the entire time, great.
“The fuck is your damn problem, bro?”
When she spoke, her attention never made its way to you, and you rolled your eyes at your failure to rattle her with words. “That mouth of yours has gotten a little too bold. I think that's my problem.”
“Shuri, the fuck are you still doing here?” Your arms were crossed now, feet still planted at the door as you eyed her, disregarding her words entirely. She was supposed to be gone, returned to Wakanda, and tucked safely away behind their pretty little borders. Yet here she sat, on your couch, drinking your liquor.
The rim of the glass collided with her lips, and her throat bounced as she knocked the last of her drink back, never once reacting to the sting of the pungent liquid. “I see a little time apart has you thinking you can just speak to me however you want.”
“Time apar…” Was this bitch crazy? You hadn't missed this, her delusions, the practiced way she chose to ignore certain details when it came to the two of you. “Shuri, we broke up. Three months ago. Get the fuck over it. Now, what are you still doing here?”
Shuri passed a brief glance your way, and her conniving grin made your body sizzle in sheer irritation as you shifted your weight from your right leg to your left. God you fucking hated her, and you needed her out of your space. The claim was that she'd come to visit her best friend, but rarely had she spent time with Riri over the course of her three-week stay. Instead, she spent her days heckling you and scaring off your dates.
So when Riri informed you she would indeed be leaving today, you jumped for joy, excited to finally be rid of her annoying ass. But, evidently, your rejoice was an act done in vain, you’d found.
She quirked her brow, “Can I not be here?”
“No. Like you gotta get the fuck, for real.”
Shuri stood, pulling up her sweatpants before reaching for her empty glass sitting on the coffee table. Her legs moved, taking her toward the kitchen and you flinched a little when a suffocating gust of her spicy cologne found its way inside your system. Like Shuri’s everlasting presence, the strong scent instantly made your head throb, and you sighed, watching her maneuver through your cabinets.
The large bottle of Cognac was clutched in her fist, because of course audacity drove her to reach for the most expensive one, and she grabbed a second glass, drizzling the dark liquid into the one presumably for you first, before pouring her own. Did she think you were exes who could casually have a drink with each other? The thought made you roll your eyes, but when she slid the glass across the smooth countertop, you gravitated toward it, gripping it and downing it almost immediately with a harsh cough.
You didn't miss her soft chuckle and head shake as she watched you follow her wordless instruction, and it was then that you cursed your brain’s and body's practiced synchronism when obeying her. It was an action you still struggled with, because Shuri had embedded her dislike for defiance so deep into you, you sometimes forgot you don't have to follow her orders anymore.
“You want me gone so you can finally bring your little dates inside instead of settling for half-assed kisses at the door like school children?”
Your eyes rolled again. Her insolence was truly a thing admired, and it had you pondering how you put up with it for as long as you did before finally having enough. “Shuri, don't fucking piss me off tonight, okay? I'm not in the mood for your bullshit.”
“Jonga umlomo wakho.” (watch your mouth)
The spit of her native tongue shook you slightly, but a lengthy exhale centered you; you weren't planning to let her get under your skin any more than she already had. She pressed her back against the island, sipping sweetly on her drink as she ogled your skin. Shuri's low eyes fanned the expanse of your large thighs barely covered by your pleated mini skirt, the cup of your ass very visible beneath the skimpy material. She stared at your cleavage unabashedly too, and licked her lips.
The sight of her shamelessly checking you out made you audibly gag, and she smirked at the sound before taking another swig from her glass.
You hadn't put your jacket down, nor had you removed the sparkly purse dangling from your shoulder; she hadn't given you a chance to.
“Why are you still in my damn house?” You asked again, and she grinned, pushing off the counter and moving closer to where you awkwardly stood.
You dipped your head as she approached you, averting her eyes and their easy way of reading you, but soft fingers lifting your chin placed your gaze in the direct line of hers. “You want me gone that bad, thando-iwam?” (my love)
Your hand wrapped around her wrist almost immediately after her question, snatching it and shoving her touch away scornfully. “Yes.”
Her surprise at your reaction shone through her wavering smirk. There was self-assurance in that one word, and you could tell it wasn't a thing she'd anticipated by her stuttering blink. She was cracking, good. She needed to know you didn't belong to her anymore and her hands could not graze your skin as they once did, though it’d be a lie to deny her fingers on your face didn't push a jolt of something through you.
Of course, you ignored it, because Shuri was an ass, and she’d never get you to fold, not like she used to.
When she moved in closer to inhale your perfume, you didn't react, and she hated that too. There’d been hope, you noticed, hope that your reluctance was feigned. And your own smirk grew then, because your disdain for the Princess was indeed authentic.
She bobbed her head, “You know I pay rent here. My name is on the lease, so technically I can be here. For as long as I would like.”
“Shu–”
She stuck a finger out, quieting you, and like a trained pet, you adhered. “Technically I pay your rent here. So I think I’m the one with the authority to kick you out. Right?”
“Nigga nobody asking you to do that shit. I think we both know I can afford the lifestyle I choose to live, but if you wanna keep throwing two lil stacks my way every month, fuck I’m post to do? Say no?”
She hummed, seemingly pleased by the outburst she pulled out of you, and you groaned. Paying your half of the rent in your shared apartment with Riri had been a no-brainer for Shuri at the beginning of your relationship; the act was her own idea, and of course, you agreed because why would you not? The continued peddling of funds after your breakup was also her doing. You’d fully expected her to stop supporting you in retaliation, given it was you who ended things, but money kept coming, and you kept accepting.
Shuri tutted, “Three months and you've already forgotten how to speak to me. I do not like this, sthandwa.”
“Bruh, I'm off this. You so fucking irritating. Please do not be here when I wake up in the morning Shuri, or I swear to fucking god.” You watched her blink slowly and she bit her lip, no doubt mesmerized by the sway of your hips as you sauntered away from her.
Fuck her, like truly, because where did she get off behaving as she did? Shuri had no conception of boundaries; she refused to respect the ones you’d put up to cage yourself away from her. In her demented little mind, you were still hers, and she didn't care if you refuted her claim on you. Thinking about it made your stomach bubble, so you decided you wouldn't.
You: Hey, I’m so sorry about earlier. Lemme make it up to you? Are you free Tomorrow?
Naci: It’s all good. What you tryna be on?
Her speedy reply coaxed a squeal out of you, and the lack of admonishment behind her message made you blush. Biting your lip, you reminisced on the feel of her mouth on yours, her tongue in your throat, and her request to hear you moan for her again. The throbbing at your core roared awake your need to do only one thing as you imagined her hands all over you, and you began to strip.
With your naked body sprawled on top of your thick comforter, you reached for your dildo sitting pretty on your nightstand, lathering it with lube before allowing it to hover impatiently at your leaking entrance.
Desperate hands urged you to dive straight in, spread your pussy wide around the toy, but you decided teasing yourself would be best. You chose to make yourself work for it.
“Ooh fuuuuck…” You blew out a soft exhale as the dildo slithered its way into your soaked hole, slamming your eyes shut to bask in the pressure-filled stretch. Once you discovered the rhythm you liked, your thrusts gained speed, and soon you were spitting out moan after moan. Your sounds rose in octave as you fucked yourself hard with the thick slab of silicone and your breath hitched, and you pinched hard on your nipple for added pleasure. “Shit! Shit!”
Fuck, you were dripping, the wettest you’d been in a long time. You rammed into your g-spot again and again, thoughts running to Naci. You wished it was her working your wet pussy this hard, yearned to feel her strap gliding in and out of your cunt as you screamed her name until she made you come hard around her. That familiar band inside your depths began its inevitable tightening, and you continued to drill yourself, granting your hand permission to find your neglected clit. “Fuck! Oh my god!”
You splashed around in your wetness, serenading the Princess lounging in your living room with a song of obscenities. “Oh, Naci!” You were certain she was listening, she had no choice in the matter, undoubtedly honing in on just how drenched you got when pleasing yourself to the thought of a woman that wasn't her.
“Ohh fuck me Naci!” Legs spread wider, you fucked yourself deeper, and that sweet nudge against your special spot tugged roughly on your release.
You’d be coming soon, floating sweetly on a cloud of bliss. But you wanted to prolong your orgasm, just so you could keep your moans at an increased volume, just so you could force your ex-girlfriend to sit in the sound. “Naci!”
Her name tumbled from parted lips and your orgasm shocked your entire system, causing you to shudder and lose your grip on the dildo still wedged inside you. The sensation was enough to put you to sleep, but you fought it, trying to catch your breath as you stumbled to the shower.
You were wrapped in your towel when you opened the door to skip across the hall, and that's when you saw her. Back flush against the wall, jaw set and twitching, as she shifted dark eyes to you; Shuri was angry, and the image of her stewing in her rage pleased you deeply. You shot her a wink before stepping into the bathroom and letting the door click shut, still reeling from the combined high of your climax and the sight of a pissed-off panther.
•••
Soft lips on your neck made you giggle as you leaned into the tingle they brought about, wanting desperately for the fingers indenting your uncovered waist to travel farther south. “My lips feel good right there shawty?”
“Mhmm.” Naci’s teasing digits looped under the band of your damp panties, causing you to whimper. You wanted more, and your little rocking rhythm on her thigh told her as much. She refused to grant your wish though, yanking her fingers free from underneath the cloth clinging to your cunt and you whined. “S-Stop playing with me.”
She chuckled at your cute little stutter, and you pouted. “You sure ole girl not here? Cause I ain't tryna get my ass handed to me by no Black Panther, my face too pretty for that.”
“You are kinda pretty,” You slung your arms around her neck, leaning back a little to admire her cute face. The Sun shining through the large windows in your living room reflected on her septum ring, and you let your palms caress the orange velvet durag tied snugly on her head. “And no, her ass is not here. But even if she was I wouldn't care. Ion give a damn about Shuri's delusional ass, I want you.”
Naci laughed again, sliding her fingers up and down the base of your spine before cupping your ass in both palms. “See you can say that, cause she not gon do nothing to you. But ion know, I'm a lil scared of her.”
You groaned at this, not wanting to accept that Shuri indeed held the power to prevent you from getting fucked as you deserved. It’d been too long since you were laid up under somebody's daughter, and having to make yourself come only served to bore you. “Don't worry about her, she can't do shit to you. Worry about this pussy instead, and how wet it is for you.”
Fingers laced around her wrist, bristling under the icy brush of her Rolex as you dragged her hand to your needy center. “You feel that baby,” Her own fingers skimmed the sizable puddle seeping through your underwear, making you hiss when she pressed into your achy clit above the material. “Sooo fucking wet for you.”
“So fucking wet for me, huh?” You nodded and she returned her lips to your throat, never losing her pace of stroking you.
Small whimpers climbed out of you as she continued, and Naci encouraged your rolling hips. You were dampening her jeans, but that was an afterthought now. “Fuck, shawty you so damn sexy, this pussy feels so good.”
“Y-Yeah? You gon fuck it then baby?” You were practically riding her fingers and she had yet to slip one inside you. Desperation drove your humps, and it proved to turn her on; Naci leaned back against your couch, watching you seductively as she pushed into your clit like a button, all whilst leaving the work up to you and your incessant grinding. She wanted you to get off on the mere idea of potentially getting what you wanted, her smirk gave that away, and the act brought familiarity with it.
Shuri did that. A lot. She would deviously force you to ride her thigh with zero assistance on her end, hovering above you as she watched you writhe in her sheets solely from gentle pecks along your neck.
And you would come. Always. Because Shuri's presence was arousing like that. Well, it used to be arousing like that.
“I might be open to it. Right here on the couch though?” She questioned, seemingly amused.
You nodded, “Right fucking here on the couch baby. Right here.”
Naci slid your panties to the side, gasping when she glanced down at your shiny folds, then her eyes flicked to yours with a grin, “I got you like that?”
“Mhmm!” She sucked her sticky finger before finally connecting her bare skin with your own and she circled your hole, sinking a single digit inside. “Oh fuck, just like that baby. Add another one!”
Her smirk was immediate, and she did as you asked, sliding a second finger in, a third sneaking in soon after and you whined from her shaking pumps. “Ooh shit! Fuck me, baby, don't stop!”
“Don't stop?” Her rhythm differed from your preferred, but it did its part in winding you up all the same, and when her thumb flicked your clit, you lost it.
“Fuck! Keep going! Deeper, baby, deeper!” And she obliged, slithering her slick-coated digits deeper into your soaked pussy, looking down at her handy work as her fingers fucked you. She was moaning along with you as you rocked into her press, hips stuttering, causing you to throw your head back. The couch cushions crumbled inside your fists as you used them to anchor yourself, climax swimming swiftly to you. “Just like that ooh! Fuck baby, you got this pussy so damn wet. You finna make me–”
“What the fuck are you doing?” You were so caught up in your bliss and the promise of an orgasm, that the sound of an opening door passed you idly by. But the feel of your apartment walls quaking under the slam of it pulled you out of your euphoria instantly. You listened to the rattling in your cabinets, glasses clinking under the sudden clap of thunder, and you watched your picture frames tilt on their hooks. All this occurred with three skilled digits still shoved deep inside you, but they'd lost their rhythm now; they were unmoving.
Your head was still craned backward when your eyes connected with Shuri’s erratic ones. She was seething in the doorway, bubbling in her rage next to a rather entertained-looking Riri. You smirked, still riding Naci’s stiff digits as you watched her fume. Shuri clenched and unclenched her fists; there would be a hole in the wall soon if you didn't stop, but you didn't want to.
Beneath you, Naci went limp, eyeballs widened as she gaped anxiously at your ex-girlfriend who looked seconds away from blowing every gasket in her lean body. There was no exchange of words, only movement. Shuri marched to your side just as the terrified girl stuck under your thighs found the courage to pull her stretching digits from within your cunt, hoisting you up and throwing your body over her shoulder like you weighed nothing.
“Girl put me the fuck down are you fucking crazy?!”
Shuri held tightly to your ass while she carried you, ignoring your screams and your flailing, dragging you to the kitchen as she tossed an emotionless refrain to Naci. “When I turn around, I expect that you’ll be gone.”
From your incapacitated position on Shuri’s shoulder, you watched Naci scramble for her things, finally regaining motor functions as she slipped out the door hurriedly past Riri, mumbling a soft apology and a promise to text you later. You felt horrible, truly. This was your own doing. Actually, no, this was Shuri’s doing. Because she had no clue how to leave you the fuck alone.
You shot her a murderous scowl once on your feet, smiling smugly when the flashing vein in her forehead caught your eye. “I told you to stop fucking touching me, Shuri.”
“And I told you, to watch how you speak to me. My patience with you sthandwa… Bast it’s beginning to run out,” Hot hands clasped your jaw, tilting your head forcefully, as she gazed into your wild eyes. Pulling away was useless; Shuri used her strength on you now, you realized. A rare occurrence, and this time without your permission. “You're testing me. Not leaving me with many options baby.”
“I'm not your fucking baby. Get your hands off me. Ngoku.” (now)
This fall of tone made her flinch, and your language shift resulted in her obeying you for once. A glint of pride swirled in her deep irises, outshining her agitation, and you lapped it up as you were trained to.
The artistry of Shuri’s transition from enraged to elated would always leave you in awe. It remained an irritating ability but as she did it now, before you, you felt your own annoyance begin to melt away momentarily. “I see you haven't forgotten everything I taught you, Ntomb'am.” (my girl)
“I'm not your girl. Not anymore, so just stop it Shuri. I'm over this, I'm over us — you. I'm cool off all this shit, so just stay out of my love life and leave me the hell alone!”
Hurt stormed her eyes like lightning, and you were almost remorseful. But then Shuri smirked down at you, shoulder pressed into your refrigerator, and she opened that damn mouth of hers to speak words, “So, allowing yourself to be fingered out in the open by someone who lacks relevance is considered having a love life now?”
“I fucking hate you.”
Her lips curved, “Oh, not even you believe that, thando-iwam.”
Ahead of your comeback, Riri strutted past you both during the heat of it all, mumbling a, “Yeah, y’all definitely finna fuck” with a low laugh on her way to her room and you groaned when Shuri’s smirk broadened.
Truthfully you’d forgotten she was still in the room, Shuri’s irritating aura was all-consuming in that way, and her complacent attitude would forever be the worst part of her. You wanted her out of your head, out of your home, and out of your life entirely. But for now, you would settle for out of your face.
“I mean it, Shuri. I'm done.” You trekked to your room after this, with plans of once again bringing about your own orgasm.
•••
Blaring music entranced your hips, and they swayed seductively with a mind of their own. You threw your ass back on Naci, and like a skilled receiver, she caught all of it, administering light spanks.
“I ain't think you was gon fuck with me no more, not after that shit Shuri crazy ass pulled.” Your syllables came out slurred, weighed down by alcohol and the reverberating bass of club music.
When she squeezed your hips, you giggled, allowing the taller woman to whisper her response directly in your ear. “I ain't plan to. Messing with a girl whose ex got superpowers not my gig,” You frowned at her confession, cursing Shuri for ruining yet another good thing for you, but when she spun you to face her, it flipped, morphing into a smirk that matched hers. “But, I seen you tonight, in this tight ass dress, and ion know, guess I couldn't keep my distance.”
“Oh? You fucking with the dress?” You wiggled your waist and she nodded after scanning you up and down, pulling you in.
Her eyes twinkled, matching the lights floating in the ceiling, and that fucking smile did something unlawful to your center. You leaned in, connecting your glossed lips to hers; her kiss back was immediate, and so came that sweltering stare you’d anticipated. Shuri’s glare did nothing to deter you though, because you didn't care if she saw Naci’s grip on your ass as she kissed you. She would just have to watch if she chose to stare.
“She here?” Lips grazed your chest, nipping softly on your cleavage and you whimpered with a chuckle.
“Somewhere.”
Naci cupped your face with one palm, allowing the other to slip under the hem of your leather dress. You were trying to keep your composure, but the feel of Shuri’s eyes heating up as she watched you now was encouraging, so you permitted her continuance. “Damn, you would really let me rub on this pussy right here, huh?”
The low rasp of her voice made you blush, and it was then that you thanked the universe for dark skin, and dark clubs. “Maybe.”
“While I'm down for that, I prefer a bed. A big one. Need space for the shit I got planned for you shawty.”
Your moan was involuntary as her words struck your dampening cunt, her smirk not going unnoticed. “You wanna get out of here then? I got a big ass bed, baby.”
“Oh, shit. Yeah, yeah,” She hadn't expected this response, and her surprise was adorable. “For sure, for sure. But I gotta drop my friend off and head back to mine to get my stuff. I can meet you back at yours?”
Your smile answered her question, and she nodded, placing a soft kiss on your lips, letting it linger before grabbing one last handful of your ass. “That's perfect.”
Irritation returned the moment Naci stepped away, and its cause inched closer to you now. You didn't have to turn around, those hands would be on your body soon, those invasive fucking hands. Like your hips, they too thought for themselves, and they did so now, as Shuri snaked them around your midsection from behind. Instinctively, you pushed back on her; you may not have wanted her, but your body knew her touch and it reacted in the way she liked.
“I see you're having fun, sthandwa.” Her breath hit your neck, and you shut your eyes to let it wash over you. So sultry, and that accent was not helping. Your compliance was to be blamed on the alcohol simmering inside you, because if you were sober, the Princess would not be able to hold you as she did now, you wouldn't allow her fingerprints to brush your sides, her lips wouldn't have pressed into the nape of your neck, and you damn sure wouldn't have moaned like you just did.
You bit your lip, swallowing the second cry attempting to leave your throat and you felt her chuckle as she swayed you. “Get off me, Shuri.”
“Don't deny your gorgeous body what she craves, baby.” Lips never left your neck; Shuri spoke each word into your flesh, letting her teeth press in just a bit.
“Get off me. I'm leaving.”
Her lips began their decline, traveling to your shoulders and you shuddered, just as she wanted you to. “You’d really let her fuck you?”
“Jealous it won't be you, Princess?”
Shuri pulled you closer, and you ground into her harder, letting her body get one last taste of what used to be hers. “Quite.”
“Aww, that's too fucking bad, your Majesty. Now get the hell off me.”
You ripped yourself from her hold. The wrong move; you knew this. Shuri slammed your back into the nearby wall almost immediately, remaining silent as she watched your bosom bounce, “This dress always did look good on you.”
“Shuri le–”
“Shush baby,” Her index finger pressed into your pillowy lips and you resisted the urge to suck it. Fuck. “You had your chance to speak, I’ve been allowing you to run that pretty mouth for weeks. Now it’s my turn, okay?”
You nodded, eyes blown and heart racing.
“You know I can't let you leave here to go fuck her right?” The dark tremor of her words went straight to your aching sex, and you cursed your body's eager reaction to her. You should be past this, you were past this, but your dampening folds said otherwise. “I was willing to let you have your fun, even if that meant watching some nobody touch you where I used to. Wasn't I being so fair?”
Another nod, but Shuri did not seem to be satisfied with this one, and she cupped your jaw harshly, fingers pressing deep into your cheeks, bringing forth a low gasp as your mouth popped open. “Sthandwa, when I ask you a question, you know I expect a response with words.
“Stop touching me, Shuri.”
She grinned before letting you go, and she stepped in closer to inhale your scent, shoving the musk of her own cologne straight into your lungs. Shuri's hands found your waist, tugging your hips closer to hers and she grunted under the collision, marveling openly at your ability to stifle your own. It was hard, you could admit that; denying her had been significantly easier when she was holding back.
“You don't want that and you know it.” Her fucking taunting smile, Jesus. The glint of her golden grills blinded you, and you were forced to shift your focus to her hands — her fingers. Gold covered those too, in the form of rings, and her iced-out Patek whirled your mind. Fuck.
You hissed when she slipped her ringed digits up against your bare cunt beneath your dress, pleading eyes boring into hers. “I can fucking smell you,” Shuri's head hit your shoulder as she slid her fingers through your wet folds, and she growled, the sound alone tightening your nipples. “All night I've been smelling you. You can't keep, fuck… you can't keep testing me like this.”
“Shuri…”
“Tell me to stop. Tell me I’m crossing my last line and I’ll leave you alone.” You bit your lip, pondering this. You should tell her to stop, reject her, shove her away. This was the logical thing to do, the healthy thing to do. But fuck, she was in your face, that cologne clogged your senses, the glimmer of her blinged-out teeth hypnotized you, and goddamn it, you wanted her.
When you relaxed into her hold she chuckled knowingly, “There's my girl.”
Shuri placed a capable palm up against the back of your neck, squeezing possessively as she guided you through a sea of warm bodies and out into the nippy night. The press of her fingers remained protective on the walk; you did not protest her guidance, ignoring the sloshing alcohol in the pit of your stomach.
Once inside the car, you crossed your arms, deciding at the last minute to put up some sort of fight. “Shuri, I don't thi–”
“Hush,” And you obeyed without question, falling back into old patterns as your ex-girlfriend snarled at you under ceiling stars, eyes stalking your barely covered body. “Spread your legs.”
You obliged, albeit hesitantly, and her digits climbed the insides of your thighs. “Fuck…” Her obsession with them had not waned over the three months you'd been apart, and you watched her get lost in them now: squeezing and kneading your thick flesh, gasping at the way they jiggled beneath her touch; Shuri loved the color contrast. Dark faded into darkest, and Shuri moaned as she trailed fingertips along the ombréd skin, inching closer and closer to your awaiting cunt.
“Can I keep going?” A genuine question, probably the softest words she'd offer if you were to oblige. But you agreed anyway, granting her permission to go all the way because you didn't want soft, you wanted rough and unyielding. Luckily for you, your Panther specialized in that.
“Three weeks you’ve been denying me, sthandwa. Three weeks of your little games.”
Of course she viewed it that way, because Shuri’s view of reality was so skewed. “Wasn't no games, Shuri. I just ain't want your ass.”
“Your cunt has been humming a different melody, pretty girl.”
Your clit jumped at her words, and she chuckled. “I hate you.”
“Have you convinced yourself that you actually do yet?” Shuri pushed your dress up, and you begrudgingly hoisted your hips to assist her in bunching it around your middle, rolling your eyes in the process. When your pussy was exposed to the warmth of the car’s air, Shuri sighed. “Fuck… let me see her.”
So you turned to face her in the passenger seat, sprawling wide and rewarding her with the prize she thought herself deserving of. You kept watch of her face: her gaping mouth, bulging eyes, that sexy bottom lip enfolded neatly beneath glittery canines. God, she's so fucking sexy, and your arousal intensified the longer your eyes stayed on her.
Shuri’s eyes, however, were not on yours. Big browns glued themselves to the moisture collecting at your core. You knew how wet you were, you felt every trickle of slick as it slid down your fat pussy lips, pooling right under your ass in the seat of Shuri’s Rolls Royce. But Shuri, she saw how drenched you were, she witnessed it now, and she salivated greedily at the sight.
She reached a hand out hesitantly, then pulled it back to herself, making you tilt your head in confusion. “Tell me I can touch her, give me permission.”
Her request was as surprising as it was attractive, and you bit your lip menacingly with a lone smirk. “No.”
“No?” It knocked the wind out of her, which had been your goal, and you only doubled down as you watched her right eye twitch. “You're denying me. Are you confident in this decision?”
Were you confident in this decision? The night was ending with the two of you fucking, there was no questioning this, but your choices now had all the bearing on how ruthless she'd be. But again, you were not looking to be handled with care.
“Beg me.” Shuri's shock was an image you wanted to hang alongside the gorgeous art in your home; priceless; only of its kind. “Beg for my permission, Princess.”
You were treading in murky waters here, you knew it, she knew it, but you would keep yourself afloat for as long as you could.
Shuri sighed, and you grinned over at her; you could tell she was fighting one of her own, and when you quirked your brow, she let it free, gleaming teeth on full display. “You don't play fair, pretty girl.”
“You know this, Princess.”
A hot hand groped your large thigh, nails digging deep into thick flesh as she tried her hardest to keep her fingers away from their desired location and you whimpered. “Please, thando-iwam, let me touch her, let me feel her. Please let me dip a finger inside, she's so soaked for me already, please let me take care of your gorgeous pussy.”
The thick drag of her accent made you wetter, producing a long groan, and you bucked your hips involuntarily, making Shuri smile. “Fuck, Shuri…”
“I take it, that's my permission? I can feel this pretty cunt now?” You nodded, and she shook her head. “You can do better than that. Give me that word I crave.” Her fingernails still indented your leg and she sunk them deeper now, almost deep enough to break skin and you cried out.
“Yes, Shuri! You can touch my pussy!”
She hummed, allowing her palm to flatten, and she began to massage the crescents her fingernails drew in your skin. “Oh… you have no idea what you've just gotten yourself into, my baby.”
Shuri reached over, and you braced yourself for the pressure of slim digits at your sopping core, but that sensation never came. Instead, the Princess reached for your purse sitting on the floor, examining the strap intently. “Yes, this'll do,” She mumbled to herself and you remained puzzled. Here you were, legs wide, wet pussy exposed, yet she seemed more interested in the bag you carried than your continued leaking for her.
She examined the chain, trailing her fingers along it, then that smirk you knew all too well made its umpteenth appearance. Shuri broke the strap roughly from the bag, making you gasp. “Shuri what the fuck?! That was fucking expensive!”
“Yeah, I should know, I bought it.” Shuri rolled her eyes, pushing onto her knees and reaching above you. You peered up at her, watching her work in utter confusion as she looped your purse’s strap through the grab handle overhead, securing it tightly. Then she pulled on your left arm, circling the chain around your wrist harshly before repeating the action on your right. Three loops on both arms made sure you stayed in place, and you grumbled, annoyed.
Once back in her seat, she marveled at her handy work, grinning wide as she licked her lips. “You should see how fucking helpless you look right now.”
With your arms suspended above your head, there was little movement you could do. The position turned you on, making the beat in your already throbbing cunt intensify, wanting desperately for Shuri to fucking stick something inside you. Your desperation shone on your face and she feigned a frown when you whined her name.
Shuri fiddled with the lustrous black beads on her wrist, plucking one away with a smirk, and when it flashed red, you knew exactly what you were in for. A slender finger pranced through your watery folds, she dragged it through slowly, never once brushing your clit, but you moaned from her touch all the same. “Baby, pl-ease, I need…”
“In due time, pretty girl.”
Her finger was wrapped in that dangerous tongue of hers soon after, your eyes pitifully following every swirl as Shuri moaned from that flavor she missed so much, then she returned her attention to the bead. That bead, so minuscule, but its power? Unrivaled.
You weren't ready for it.
Shuri pressed it into your clit anyway, tapping her wrists to begin the pulsations before starting the car, and you screamed. “God!”
•••
“Sh-Shuri, please! Fuck! Oh my god!” Your hips jerked as you shook under the vibrating bead stuck to your clit. Your juices were splashing everywhere, moans bellowing out your throat while Shuri drove leisurely down the street. “Oh fuck! Oooh please!”
The sensation had you flying, your lips were chapped and you thrashed, legs and tits bouncing frantically. She remained unbothered by your screams though, keeping her eyes on the road as you wailed beside her, defenseless against her creation. “Fuck!” Your arms were tired and sore, the metal from the purse strap bruising your wrists as you dangled hopelessly in the passenger seat. Your orgasm came knocking, and it was a violent rap, one your curling toes could not ignore.
“Don't fucking come on my seat.” She didn't look at you, though you could tell she wanted to. Shuri kept her left hand on the wheel, scratching her sharp jawline swiftly before letting the corner of her mouth twitch.
“Drif-faster!” It was barely a word, though it seemed to register, and she smirked fully now.
Her eyes met yours for the first time in fifteen minutes and you could've sworn they softened a little, but the look didn't last long; her menacing gleam returned and she tapped her wrist, upping the speed of the small ball demolishing your used bud. “Faster right? That's what you said?”
You couldn't react, couldn't respond because all your focus lay with containing your release to make her happy, and it was beyond difficult. The sounds of your drenched pussy kept climbing and your screams weren't far behind.
“I-I h-hate y-ou! H-hate you sooo fu-cking much!” Your shaking was uncontrollable, and Shuri laughed, reaching over to shove two digits deep into your seeping cunt. Similarly to her driving, her pumps were slow, barely scratching the itch you had, and it only fueled your anger. Fuck her, honestly.
“Yeah, keep saying that baby, tell me how much you fucking hate me. Getting me so wet.” She chuckled again, as she came to a complete stop at a yellow light. Demonic bitch. You imagined kicking her, but the sick fuck would probably enjoy it.
You were whining, on the verge of tears almost, the buzzing bead drilling deeper into your clit, and your hole tightened around Shuri's fingers. “I h-hate you!” You spared a glance down at your wet core, letting yourself become entranced with the way tattooed fingers fucked you as your creamy pussy wept around them.
Your head was spinning, and you slammed your eyes shut, biting your lip as you allowed your hips to rut into Shuri’s fingers.
“Come. I dare you.”
You didn't care, you couldn't hold it anymore. The pleasure was too much, and it had you reeling, all thoughts drifting to how badly you wanted — needed to frolic with the stars, you needed to come and you were going to. Right on her coaxing fingers, right on her already dampened seat. And you did, sucking her digits in deeper with your willful clench, and you screamed. You squirted, sprayed everything in the front seat as she fucked you through it, your body swinging from side to side.
When you opened your eyes you tried adjusting your blurred vision, and you took in your surroundings. You were still heaving, the bead still buzzing, but the tempo was softer now, massaging almost, and you sighed once you realized you were home.
“You really don't know how to follow instructions, huh?” Shuri’s drawl was but an echo as it bounced around your mind, making you loopier.
“Inside?” It was the only word on your tongue, and you hoped that she understood what you were asking.
Shuri smiled, easing her digits from your dribbling pussy with care, but she left the Kimoyo bead in place and you grunted. “Before we go in sthandwa, I need to know if you remember our safe words.”
You awarded her a weak nod, hoping it would suffice, but Shuri wanted to hear your shaky words. In part because she needed to know the two of you were on the same page, but also because she wanted to get off on your inability to speak without stuttering. “Three n-noble g-gasses cause y-you're a n-nerd.”
This made her chuckle, and she beamed over at your spent body, still dangling, still helpless as you sat in your mess, your black dress streaked with your cum. “You remember which ones, pretty?”
“Neon, good o-or keep g-oing. Xenon, slow down or b-break. Krypton, s-stop.”
“Good girl.”
You wanted to return her weak smile, but you opted for a scowl instead, earning yet another laugh from her. “N-Nerd.”
“I’d fuck you right here, just like that with those hands out of the way. Roll the windows down and open all the doors so the entire neighborhood can hear just how pitiful you are when I'm inside you. But, that wouldn't be fair, would it?”
Your body scorched at the thought of Shuri's threat; she wasn't bluffing. Her palm gripped your face again, but this time you leaned into it, granting yourself permission to bask in it like you wanted to. Shuri’s touch was addicting, regardless of its harshness, and you let yourself relax into the feel of fingers digging into your dimples, unashamed.
“I-Inside?” You asked again, and her smile was enough to set you on fire as you peered at her through hooded eyes.
“Yeah, we're going inside now pretty girl.” Shuri took one last look at your restrained form and the cum staining your thighs, biting her lip as her eyes found the low humming bead still attached to your tired cunt. Though its intensity had lessened, the continued vibrations were still too much, and you secretly wished she would rescue you from its assault, but you knew better.
Sleep spoke to you while you hung there breathless, and you felt inclined to listen as you tugged pointlessly on your tied-up wrists. Shuri sucked on her fingers as she watched you wiggle across from her, that satisfied little smile only served to infuriate you. You had not missed her games. She knew how badly you wanted her right now, and her wicked mind was content to watch you unravel.
There was a slow build in the pit of your stomach, stacking and stacking; another orgasm underway, but you were fighting it. “Sh-Shuri…”
“Alright.” She grinned, unbuckling her seatbelt and exiting the car. She was on your side in milliseconds, pulling the door open and she spun you, making you wince from the slight pain on your wrists. She did nothing to shield your body from passersby as she reached to untie you, and you whined. “You're a mess.”
You were, and you knew once you crossed the threshold of your apartment, you would only get messier. Loving lips kissed your blemished wrists tenderly once you were freed, your eyes finding hers immediately, wanting nothing more than to witness the care floating inside them, and you smiled at her.
“Pretty.” Her whisper shook you, and your heartbeat came alive, Shuri's knowing smirk alerting you that she was privy to its thump. “Can you stand?”
She allowed your nod this time, placing her palm on your back to steady you as your heels hit the concrete. You wobbled, but that was expected, and Shuri guided you inside slowly.
Thinking you were in the clear was a childish belief, one you fell victim to as you absorbed Shuri's touch. Once you stepped onto the elevator, all feelings of warm and fuzzy evaporated the second those doors slid shut.
“Shuri fuck!” The buzzing between your thighs returned and it came back stronger than before. You hadn't even seen her toy with her wrist. Fuck ass bitch, there was a special place carved in hell for her, this you were sure of. Your clit screamed out to you, begging you for relief as you listened to the sloshing happening at your core, slick trickling down your thighs, but you had none to offer. Your only defense was squatting down in the elevator with your hand gripping the railing.
“Oooh! Shu-ri, fuck you! F-Fuck you!”
Her back was to you, and you watched her shoulders rise with her words, “I'm so turned on right now by the sound and smell of you, I just might let you.”
“And you better not come.”
It was too late, you were already wailing, falling to your knees as a second flood came washing through you on the elevator floor. “Fuck! Shit oh my god, Shuri I'm fucking coming, I c-can't!”
She shook her head, passing a glance back at you only briefly before stepping off when the doors opened on your floor. “Walk.”
It was the only word you needed, it got you on your feet with zero assistance, and you staggered out of the elevator behind your ex, leaving a puddle of your release behind without a care. You were on her leash again, fully now, the thing you’d been running from for three weeks. But you didn't care anymore, you needed her in every way imaginable, and you would have her.
•••
You watched Shuri nervously from where you stood in the doorway as she checked herself out in the closet mirror, grinning wide and appreciating the shiny embellishments in her mouth. She twisted slightly in the swivel chair, but not once had she taken her eyes off her reflection.
Shuri was aware of her attractiveness. On any other person this behavior would be gag-inducing, but seeing the Princess of Wakanda salivate over herself before you now made your thumping clit jump under the slowing tremors of the toy clinging to it.
You were awaiting further instruction, too afraid to make a move without your Panther’s say. And Shuri used this to her advantage. She knew you’d stand there all night untouched if she forced you to, and you cursed your easy way of falling back in line for her.
“Khulula.” (take it off) There was no time wasted in between the toss of her command, and you ridded your body of your ruined dress, freeing your breasts and ass from confinement. When it hit the floor, Shuri's hot eyes found your bare skin from where she sat, their gaze predatory.
“Fuck, you're so sexy,” She sucked in her bottom lip, and you blushed under the heat of her compliment. “Can't believe I stayed away from you for three weeks.”
“Technically you didn't. You were al–”
That index finger of hers went up, clipping your sentence and shutting you up. “Crawl to me, sthandwa.”
It was automatic, your compliance, and you were on your knees, creeping slowly towards the Princess. Your mind and body never lost that need to obey, and they reflected this now, as you kneeled before her with her strong palm around your throat. She clutched your neck, squeezing softly and you let yourself get caught up in your dwindling oxygen flow.
“You look good on your knees for me.” She tightened her hold on your throat, leaning in to kiss you sloppily, and you whined into her mouth, chasing after the press of tender lips. Your desperation made her chuckle, and Shuri pulled away on purpose. “You want me to kiss you again?”
“Y-Yes Panther.”
The address made her grin widen; spitting it out was muscle memory, and Shuri graciously granted your wish. This kiss was harder, driven by her hunger for you and she hoisted you up by your throat, spreading her legs as she instructed you to sit between them in the chair. You pressed into her chest immediately, soaking up the vibrations of her laughter as you allowed her to spin the both of you to face the mirror.
“Look at yourself, baby” She pointed to your reflection and your eyes met in the glass. “You see how sexy this body is? Hmm?
A shy smile tugged on your lips, and you rolled your eyes. You knew Shuri would be expecting an answer though, and the way she squeezed tighter on your throat was the only warning you received. Her eyes were on yours as she spoke again, their intensity making you shrink a little, “Do you see how sexy you look right now? Answer me.”
“Mhmm.”
The pressure on your throat increased. “Not good enough, do better. Look at yourself and tell me how sexy you are.”
“S-So sexy. I’m so sexy.”
Her palm traveled up your neck eagerly and she moaned into your ear at the sound of your words, letting her ringed fingers clutch your face harshly. “Fuck… say it again.”
“I’m so sexy.”
Shuri nodded, dragging her digits down your face as she watched you twitch beneath their tingle, agreeing wholeheartedly with your statement. “Yes. You are.” Her hips bucked into your bare back now and you couldn’t help but giggle under the sensation.
Her squeeze on your face only grew in strain, her rings diving deep into your flesh and you winced under the ache. The sound caught Shuri’s attention, and she let you go, admiring the small trickle of blood brought about by her gold jewelry.
“Oh… thando-iwam, look what I’ve done to this pretty face. Will you forgive me?” Her grills came out to play, blinding you as that maniacal grin formed on her mouth; Shuri's plea for absolution was not sincere.
The pad of her thumb brushed the spot, sweeping the crimson droplet as one would a tear, and she locked eyes with you in the mirror, hoisting her finger to those gorgeous lips, and she sucked — swallowing your bright blood with a deep moan.
Witnessing this act, its intimacy, was enough to shove you straight into another release. “Panther, I’m gonna c-come again!”
Shuri smiled, licking her red-stained lips in the mirror before tapping your legs, and they sprang open. She wasted no time pulling the bead away, making you sigh in relief.
“Give me a word baby, where are you?”
“Neon.”
“Good fucking girl.” You watched as her inked digits dug into your depths, pulling a cry out of you when she nudged that special spot. Shuri fucked your cunt with ferocity, using her free hand to pull on your erect nipple.
You were shaking, spreading your legs wider in the chair as you watched those skilled fingers move in and out of your hungry hole. “Faster baby, faster! Fuck me faster!”
“You see how perfectly my fingers fit in this pretty pussy? You see how easily they slip in and out? She knows me. She missed me.” She bit your neck and you screamed, jolting forward into her thrusts as you nodded.
“Yes, Panther! She missed you! Keep fucking her like that, just like that Panther oh my god!”
She scissored those foul fingers inside you, pressing deeper into your g-spot with each jab and her grip returned to your throat, craning it downward to make you watch your cunt stretch around her. “Look at your pussy. Look at how she's coating my fingers fuck, you see?”
“Yes, Panther!”
“She can't make you feel like this. This pussy isn't hers. I'm the only one allowed in here, yeva?” (are we clear) You nodded, barely aware of who Shuri was referring to, but she craved a yes, and you were eager to offer it up.
She rammed into you, shutting her eyes as she listened to your unending squishing for her, your wetness leaking all over both of your bodies. Her thumb found your clit and she flicked it with precision, earning loud cries from you. “Keep doing that baby, just like that!”
Your poor clit; you could not aid her. “Tell me how much you hate me. Say it for me!”
“I fucking hate you, god I hate you so much! Ooh shit, I h-hate you!”
Her digits refused to relent, and Shuri moaned your name as she let her eyes stay trained on how well she drilled you with only fingers, smirking every time you clamped around them. “That's it, baby, make that big mess for me. Come hard around my fingers.”
“S-So close for you Panther, make me fucking come! Make this pussy cream for you baby, so messy for you!”
Your squelching cunt remained Shuri's favorite tune, and she listened now, looping the sound. If her thrusts into your back were any indication, she too, was on the verge of orgasm.
“My messy baby. Oh look at that, look at that cunt get fucked!” She kissed your neck, twitching aimlessly underneath you.
“Panther I’m gonna, I'm- fuck oh I'm coming, I'm coming baby shit!”
Your scream cracked as it floated out of your throat and into the air, causing you to go limp in Shuri’s embrace. She quivered, eyes shut tight, fingers still working your pussy. This wouldn't do. “Shuri, open your eyes.”
She bucked under you still, but those eyes remained closed as she grunted lowly. “Open those eyes baby, let me see them.”
Your voice was but a cool breeze as it whisked her lids open and she stared deeply into your soul as she permitted her orgasm to hit. “Bast! Y-You're in my head, got me so crazy I’m gonna come for you sthandwa, shit! D-Didn't even need to t-touch me fuck!”
“Do it for me, Panther. Wanna make my Panther come so hard in those fucking jeans.”
She cupped large handfuls of your breasts, tweaking each nipple as her eyes burned holes into your own in the mirror before you, jutting her hips tirelessly to get herself off. “Say it again.”
“I fucking hate you, Shuri.”
And those were the words to send her all the way. She moaned with wild exuberance, writhing in the chair as her climax engulfed her, never once losing your gaze. Shuri's mouth hung agape and her breathing hitched, warm air hitting your neck as she sank her teeth deep into your flesh as a means to ground herself.
It was the hottest thing you'd ever seen, largely because it’d never happened before, not this way around, and the pair of you laughed, allowing yourselves a moment to slowly come down from your highs.
“Where are you, baby?” She kissed her teeth marks and you shuddered.
“Neon still. Need more.”
Shuri chuckled, hugging your tired body close as she rocked you in the chair, “Tell me what you need. Maybe I’ll reward you for being so good.”
“Wanna taste you.”
She raised a brow, clearly surprised by your shameless request. “Oh?”
“Please can I taste you, Panther?”
•••
“Guqa Ngamadol.” (kneel)
You waited, palms face down on your bent knees with Shuri's cum-filled cunt looming above you.
“Ready?” An eager nod bobbed your head as you let your eyes travel the length of lean legs, watching as Shuri lowered herself slowly onto your face, and she sighed breathily the second lips covered her clit.
Immediately, she fisted your tight coils forcefully, “Yess baby. Bast!” You lapped her up, round eyes watching her abs quiver with each moan she produced for you, and you hummed in enjoyment of her flavor.
“Tell me how good I fucking taste baby!”
“So fucking good, Panther, missed your pussy so much!”
She ground into your lips with a little whine, though she tried to eat it before you could notice. Panther speed evaded her just this once, and you were grateful for it as you nestled deeper into her pussy with your tongue, inhaling sharply. Her hole was expecting you, permitting you to slip in with ease, accepting your light thrusts as Shuri tensed above you.
She was tugging your hair, pushing her cunt harder against your mouth and her cries told you she was near. You’d be drowning in her release soon, and the thought caused you to squeeze your legs together. She pushed harder into your face, smearing her cum, and you returned your attention to her clit.
“You look so sexy down there, wanna keep you on the ground until your knees fucking hurt,” She ripped your mouth away from her sopping center and you whined, pouting up at her. “Would you like that? To eat my pussy until those knees can't take it anymore?”
“Yes, Panther.” Her clit pulled you in like a magnet and soon you were latched to it again: licking, sucking, slurping everything Shuri gave you. Her pussy was addicting like that, one taste and you wanted to know nothing else.
Shuri rode your face now, and you knew what that meant. Your fingernails drilled into the delicate meat of her thighs and you upped your suction.
“Fuck! I'm close, sthandwa! Tell me again, tell me how much you hate me so I can come for you!”
“God I hate you! So fucking much!” You mumbled it into her pussy, shoving your tongue deeper, and Shuri’s hole locked you in place. You grinned, awaiting that scream you knew was underway and when it hit, Shuri's entire body convulsed above you.
“Shit! Shit! You're pulling it out of me pretty girl, just like that! Pull it all the way out, fuck!” And she collapsed onto her mattress, exhaling long and deep. “Come let me taste myself on your lips, baby.”
You scaled the bed, climbing up to pull her in for a long filthy kiss, and Shuri spent extra time sucking your tongue, cleaning the lastings of her release off your face. “I taste so damn good, shit.”
You giggled, pecking her again. “Yeah.”
“Your turn.” And she was on her knees, bouncing back instantly as she tapped your large thighs until you opened up with a squish, your messy pussy fluttering like a butterfly below her. “Oh… look at that.”
A slender finger found your folds ahead of her mouth, and you groaned, receiving a scolding brow raise from your ex-girlfriend.
She trailed kisses down your thighs, nibbling on your cellulite as she inched closer to where you needed her most. But her lips never met your cum-coated ones, she dodged them entirely, pressing her mouth into your stomach and hips instead. “Shuri…”
“Be fucking patient.” She spanked your pussy, sending droplets of your many orgasms flying before sinking her teeth into your abdomen as punishment.
Shuri leaned down, dipping her tongue into your ocean teasingly with a smirk that you felt, and a quick peck was placed on your clit.
“Evil, evil little cat.” You grumbled, and she laughed into your pussy.
Finally, in sank her tongue, long and wet, and your cry was angelic. Shuri ate your pussy delicately, licking every fold with care as she inched to your clit. Once it was in her mouth, she siphoned the weary bud, easing you into it. “Such a pretty pussy.”
Her tongue swiveled around your achy bud; you were so sore, so sensitive, but you needed more of her mouth. Her slurping increased in speed and ferocity, and soon you were thrashing, gripping the sheets as your Panther ate you out. Your body's defense to the sensation was to squeeze her head with your thighs, a feeling Shuri enjoyed.
There was a low laugh as you sealed her head in place, and Shuri sent that dangerous tongue deep into your leaking entrance as you tugged fistfuls of her hair. “Devour me like I'm your fucking prey, Panther!”
She moaned into your most delicate with a nod, “Baptize me in these thick thighs baby! Smother me!”
“Lap me up, you eat this pussy so good Panther. Fuck! Keep your tongue right there, r-right there!” You were close again, battling that familiar build pushing its way through your core, pulling on every muscle you had. You saw stars, mind spinning as you squeezed her head and yanked her curls. “I'm coming for you, Panther! Coming all over that face! Suck this fucking pussy! This your pussy!”
“My fucking pussy!” She latched onto your clit, digging her hips into the sheets violently with desperate moans. Something inside you cracked permanently with this orgasm. You screamed her name, grinding your cunt into her soaked face as you sucked in your last breath. Damp white sheets tangled around your body as you kicked your feet with Shuri still suckling you through your bone-rattling climax. You whined, needing desperately for her to stop, but not wanting to disappoint her.
When she finally came up for air, she was steeped in your cum, droplets of your wetness clinging to her curls. Shuri smiled at you, grills gleaming and you shied away. “I can't wait to fuck you stupid, pretty girl.”
•••
Shuri left no room for acclimation. It’d been months since she stretched your tight walls, and the gracious thing in this circumstance would be to allow you to adjust to the size of her girthy strap. But what was grace in the eyes of the Princess? Did she believe you deserved it?
Your answer to these questions lay in the way she plowed you mercilessly from behind. Shuri did not care, and she fucked you hard, drilling that sentiment into your dribbling pussy.
“Fu-ck P-anther!”
Her strap grazed your walls, and you felt every dent, every divot as she pulled out just to slam back in. Your cunt sobbed, widening with every thrust of the toy destroying your hole. The sensation it brought forth, one that tightened your chest; it made your mind blank as you readily accepted all of her. “Listen to that pussy baby. You're so pathetic, can't help getting this wet for me, huh?”
Shuri pushed into you, not waiting for a response as she grasped your wild curls, yanking your neck up forcibly. The action jarred you, and you gasped, staring helplessly at the image of her working you from the back in the mirror before you. “Look at that face. See how sexy you look when you get fucked?”
You couldn't respond, too busy gurgling your saliva as she rammed into your cervix without a care.
“Answer me when I fucking speak to you, pretty girl. Look at yourself, do you see why I’m so addicted to staring at you when I'm buried deep in this perfect cunt?”
“Y-Yes! Panther! So sexy!”
Your pussy pulled Shuri’s dick in, claiming the curved member as her own, and you took a long hard look at your gyrating body in the reflective surface. Gone was the freshness of your coils, now they laid damp on your sweaty forehead, moving only when Shuri fucked into you hard. Your parted lips were swollen as you screamed for her, eyes blown to bits, and you struggled terribly to keep them open. Your tits jumped under each of Shuri's movements, and that’s where you found her eyes in the mirror.
Their bounce hypnotized her now, each grunt she expelled brought out by your tight squeeze on her cock and the vision of your pointed nipples, no doubt with the fantasy of nibbling on them floating around her scattered brain.
God, you’d missed watching how caught up in your body Shuri got when she filled your tight cunt with her veiny strap. You were a dream to her, and she was shameless in letting that show.
“Listen to that cunt, she's screaming for me, baby. So damn wet and pitiful.”
“P-anther!”
A hard slap came down on your ass, and you watched the smack shake your entire body. Damn that strength of hers, the pain it came with watering your eyes, and you tried your hardest not to let them spill, knowing she'd only make fun of you, but when her palm collided with your heated skin once more, stinging the same spot, you couldn't help it.
“You're crying, baby? Are those tears?”
She drilled you, smashing into your g-spot so hard, you heard a low crack in your spine as you arched for her.
“Shut up,” A sweet symphony when slicked in Shuri's accent, though its demand was anything but. “All I wanna hear is this wet pussy as I dive into you. Can you do that? Can you shut up for me?”
You nodded, biting your lip as your tears rolled into your mouth to swim with your spit. You fixated on her face, and it contorted as she absorbed your clench, each dive into your deepness tugging on her climax.
“Listen to that, fuck! Yeah, let that pussy do the talking pretty girl!”
You were drooling, eyes rolling back in your mind every time Shuri thrusted into you. Your muscles ached horribly, but your core seemed fond of its little dance with Shuri's strap, sucking her in, spitting her out, and she was entranced by it. Whenever your eyes found themselves opened, you'd catch her staring at the space where her hips connected to your ass cheeks, grinning and reveling in the sound of squelching pussy and slapping skin.
You were close again: body bubbling in that simmering pot of ecstasy, thighs wobbling as an indicator to your ex. “Ooh not yet baby, the show is just about to start.”
You didn't make a sound, per her instruction, choosing to hone in on your noisy slickness as you chomped on your inner cheek.
“Yo, the door was open so I ju–” Delirium did not bar your recognition of familiarity. This voice was one you knew: Naci. She stood frozen in the doorway, clutching her backpack, shock and hurt covering that pretty face, and all you wanted to do was shrivel up.
Shuri’s plans differed from your own, however. She fisted your hair, turning your neck to face Naci who still stood unmoving, that smirk evident in her voice, “Oh, thando-iwam, look who it is. Natty was it? Say hi to Natty baby.” She kept fucking you through your heavy tears.
"H-Hi N-Natty." A fractured greeting falling from a fractured throat as Shuri knocked into you.
“You see how easy it was for me to slut her out, Natty? Look at her, falling apart all around me.” Her thrusts dug deep, and you realized this whole time she'd been holding back. That first plow in front of Naci carved a hole in your throat, and your mewls were back, filling the room with every evil rut of Shuri's devilish hips.
She tightened her hold on your hair, yanking ruthlessly as she rammed into your aching sex amidst your broken screams, “Tell Natty who's fucking you this good, baby.”
You were a babbling mess: face wet with tears and spit, words evading you, unconsciousness knocking on your open door. Your body heated around Shuri, and she took your lack of response as disobedience. An open palm found your ass again, and you yelped. “Fucking tell her.”
“Y-You panther!” You locked eyes in the mirror and she tutted.
“No,” She bucked into your cunt, splashing your wetness. “Don’t tell me, tell her. Use that mouth you like to run so much.”
You hesitated, obviously, but that need to please was on fire now, and you turned to face Naci as Shuri continued drilling your drooling pussy from behind. “S-Shuri fucks me s-so good!”
“Again!”
You gripped the sheets; you'd be coming soon. “Shuri fucks me so good! Only her!”
“Whose dick do you want?”
You were mortified, embarrassment clinging to you like the cum on your skin, “Only yours baby, nobody can fuck me like my Panther!”
This pleased Shuri, and her thrusts became loving. Each hip jolt nudged your spongy area softly, luring your orgasm to the forefront, and you let it collect in your depths, preparing for the spread of bliss. “Oh god! Don't Stop panther, don't fucking stop, fuck this fucking pussy oh my god!”
“Yeah, you take me so fucking well. That's my good girl. My good fucking girl.” She was grunting, groaning louder as she railed your tired hole and your pussy drank her in like the greedy little thing she was.
“I'm your good girl!” You exploded then, pleasure coating and massaging your sore muscles as you collapsed at the foot of the bed, barely clinging to reality.
Shuri chuckled darkly, “You hear that Natty? She's mine. See your way out please so I can return all my focus to my girl, and leave the door open. Need everyone in this damn building to know who she fucking belongs to.”
There was shuffling, quick footsteps out of the room, and you sighed, allowing the tension and shame to leave your body as Shuri gripped your hips, pulling you back on her large cock over and over.
“S-She g-one?”
She laughed, pulling out to slap the strap on your sore clit before diving back in. “Yeah, baby, she’s gone. Are you okay, talk to me?”
“Xenon.”
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“Put me inside you.” You laid on your back, staring up at her longingly as you wrapped anxious fingers around her strap, positioning it at your entrance. Shuri pressed into you; slow; steady, and the heat of your core swallowed her thickness inch by fucking inch as her jeweled canines punctured your shoulder.
“Use my pussy, Panther!”
Her tongue found your nipples, sucking pleasantly, biting just enough to pull a small whimper out of you, and she moved to the other, her swirling tongue sending tremors straight to your clit. “Relax, pretty. It's just us now.”
Her coos worked to soothe you, and you calmed around her, relinquishing your spent body to Shuri’s languid thrusts. “That's it. Let me take care of you. Wrap your legs around me, let me get deeper.”
Your ankles locked around her waist, and the way she rocked into you like you were her most precious thing had your sobs tumbling from your swollen mouth. Your puzzle was complete with Shuri inside you. You’d found that missing piece hiding underneath the couch cushions, and finally pushing it in place was euphoric.
“So good. Your p-pussy is s-soo good, sthandwa.” She nuzzled into your neck, very obviously near her edge as she stroked you long and deep.
Lips met her damp face, and she looked into you. “W-Want to fill you up, want to mark you.”
You nodded, “Mark me, Panther. Fill me. Claim me.”
She smirked, diving her dribbling tip deeper into your bundle of nerves, “You going to say it for me? Say it for me so I can paint your precious walls with my cum baby.”
You waited a beat, no words, just your breathless moans, and Shuri’s tired grunts. You grabbed her face, mimicking her favorite way of capturing your attention, getting lost in those fucked out eyes of hers as you opened your mouth, “I l-love you, Shuri!”
Her surprise came instantly, and so did her nut. “Oh fuck! Oh, fuck I’m coming so deep inside you baby! Shit!”
Shuri’s thick seed spurted into you through the tip of her strap, a familiar feeling, one you missed. And it made itself one you were likely to chase forever, you thought, as you succumbed to your own rattling release, spasming under your Panther with a low exhale.
She didn't respond to your confession, choosing to knock her hips harder into yours as she spilled her release into your already stuffed hole, “Oh baby, you see how creamy I just made your pussy? Look at that big mess we just made!”
“So fucking sexy panther, my pussy was made for you to fill!” Your low babbles made Shuri chuckle with each of her continued thrusts, they were sloppier now, less practiced, but she showed no signs of relenting.
Honestly, you needed a break, that previously established safe word frolicking tauntingly on your tongue. Unfortunately, though, your desire to please the Panther bloomed stronger than any other want or need forming inside you, so you let her keep fucking you through it.
Shuri pulled out, slapping the tip hard against your sensitive clit, and the action made you eat your sigh of relief. She no longer took up space inside your walls, which you appreciated, but gone was her previous kindness. “I bet if I placed my mouth back on this filthy swollen cunt you'll unravel completely. Am I correct?”
You gave her a broken hum, but it wasn't what she wanted. “Pretty girl, where's my answer?” A harder slap came down on your center, and you listened to the loud squelch created by the toy’s contact with your skin right before she slid back in.
“C-Cant.” Was all you saw yourself able to give her, and she let the fractured word suffice.
Shuri's lips pressed into your bruised neck, and you exhaled from the softness, though she still drilled into you as she spoke. “Do you want me to stop? Give me a word baby.”
“Krypton.”
Her thrusts came to a halt, and she eased out of you, pressing a kiss to your forehead and tilting your weak body to face her in the sheets.
“You gon make me say it again ain't you?” The way Shuri undressed your existing nakedness now made you ponder a query: Was it possible to exist and harbor genuine hatred for this Princess? Lying to yourself took energy, of which you had none now, so you accepted what you knew to be true.
She nodded, and you gave her a tired grin, “I fucking love you, Shuri.”
“I know.” She kissed you, burning you with her hot, love-stained lips and you let yourself fall again — into her and into everything that made her.
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prinxeali · 1 year
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Breakroom
Another Oneshot! I've never written full-blown smut before, so bear with me. Huge thanks to @generallysapphic for helping me; they're the best!
Shuri and reader receiving, pussy slapping 🥴, and bratty Shuri.
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“Your job is so boring. When you applied to become a private eye for Wakanda, I didn’t think you’d spend so much time studying.” Shuri groans, slumping childishly into the chair next to you. “When I agreed to date you, I didn’t think you’d complain so much,” you reply, not looking up from your work. Shuri makes an offended noise and gently tugs at a strand of your hair, causing you to hiss in pain and annoyance. 
You take a deep breath and turn to your queen sitting on your desk with her arms crossed. “I agreed to let you stay with me as long as you took a nap.” you seethe. Shuri had been spending too much time working in her lab, so you tried to force her to nap, but she insisted she’d rather stay with you. “I’m not tired. I told you I was fine. Please let me go back. I might die if I have to watch you type another word.” she implores, jutting out her red-tinted lips in a pout. Under different circumstances, her demeanor would've been adorable. Still, given that you had a developed headache from all the research, her brattish behavior started to irk you.
You run your fingers through your now tightly shrunken afro and rub your temples. “Baby, I need to finish this research, and you need to rest. I stand by my decision. You aren't going back to work until you rest.” you say, leaning back in your seat, tapping one of your well-manicured nails against the arm of your chair. You and Shuri glare silently at each other for a while, two unwilling and unmoving forces against one another. After you feel your point is made, you return to your work, much to your lover’s disappointment. 
Another hour passes by with no exchanged words or glances. Shuri is laid out on the floor, tossing a ball off the walls of your office while you do a few finishing touches on your report. “Bab-” you start to say before you’re interrupted by a call from your boss. You look between the call icon on your screen and Shuri before smiling apologetically as you pick up the call. You can hear Shuri shuffling in the background as you put on your headset, but you don't have the time to look back and see where she has gone.
Five minutes into the call, you feel the ghosting of warm fingers up your thigh. Without thinking, you jump from your seat; your eyes darting back and forth anxiously in search of the offender. Almost immediately, your eyes land on Shuri, shaking in laughter underneath your desk, her body doubled over in amusement. “Are you alright?” Your supervisor asks from the other side of the call. You take a deep breath and sink back into your seat, “Yes, I thought I saw a bug.” you say, looking pointedly at Shuri. 
The call goes on for what seems like hours. Your supervisor drones on and on about upcoming cases and data. At this point, it all sounded like gibberish. Shuri had her hands back at your waist, carefully and quietly unbuckling your belt and flicking open the button of your jeans. You hastily slap her hand away and shake your head. Shuri pouts and gives you the softest, most pitiful look she could muster. Tearing down your stern demeanor with her pretty brown eyes and plush lips, the way she batted her eyelashes…
Ah, fuck it. 
You sigh and lean back on your seat, an open invitation for Shuri to continue her task while you speak on the phone. It didn't take the princess long to get your ankles and underwear off your body, as she's had plenty of practice before. Despite the build-up, the first caress of her hot tongue on your clit made you moan loudly. Both of you freeze and look nervously at the cell phone. In your hand, “Y-Yes, director, I just caught a cramp in my thigh.” you explain, reaching down with your free hand to guide Shuri's mouth back between your thighs. 
Shuri spends most of the call between your thighs, savoring your pussy like a treat. Occasionally you muffled moans into your hand, but the longer this went on, the more desperate you got. You had been on edge for an hour already, and that little black dress Shuri was wearing wasn't doing you any favors. Shuri had been getting impatient, too. The movements of her tongue and fingers made it much more difficult for you to focus. “Mhmm, Yeah,” you say into the phone, unclear if your words were directed at your boss or the way Shuri was sucking on your clit. 
“Y/N? Y/N, do you understand?” your supervisor asks rashly. Your head was thrown back in euphoria as Shuri curled her fingers just right. You take a shuddery breath and respond, “Yes, I understand. Ah, I-I’m, I'll have them to you tomorrow” you rush out, turning away from your phone to conceal the moan building up in your chest, your thighs shaking against the chair's leather. Finally, the line dies, and your boss vanishes from the screen. “Fuck, I'm gonna cum-” you exclaim, grinding your hips against Shuri’s tongue. Relief washes over you like a wave, the blood rushing in your ears as the knots that steadily built in your stomach come undone. Your head is swimming in the best way possible. 
“I can't believe I let you do that-” you say between pants. You were closing your legs and focusing on the woman before you. Shuri shrugs and licks her lips with a cat-like smirk. “You looked so tense, I figured an orgasm would help lighten the mood,” she says shamelessly.  You click your tongue and reach down to grab your clothing. Shuri shuffles about next to you for a bit before going still; suddenly, something soft and light hits the side of your head, Shuri's underwear, to be precise.
“If you want me to take a nap, I can think of a couple of ways for you to tire me out,” she says, holding up two of her fingers, shiny with her own slick. In a motion blur, you quickly and efficiently moved Shuri onto your desk, pinning her more petite frame down to the polished surface. “You are such a fucking brat,” you say with a chuckle tilting down to bite her bottom lip. “I thought that's why you dated me?” she says softly, pulling you down for a kiss. 
Shuri spreads her legs invitingly, using her hand on your neck to guide you down between her legs.  You use two fingers to spread her lips apart, leaving her sensitive body entirely at the mercy of your tongue. Her thighs were soft and warm around your head, occasionally quivering when you grazed her clit. You lift your head and hook your arms under Shuri’s knees to pull her closer to the edge of the desk before dropping to your knees so you were eye level with where you need to be. You took the opportunity to look up at Shuri’s eyes, dark with lust, her hips tilting up as a silent plea for more. 
“intombi entle,” (beautiful girl) you coo, blowing cool air over the wetness between her legs. She whines pitifully and tries to pull your head closer, but you pull further away instead. Using your hand to pat her pussy firmly, her juices sticking messily to your hands. “So desperate. What do you want, usana?” you ask.  Shuri silently rocks her hips against your hand in response; she needs to do more than that. 
“Just make me cum, please,” she begs, pulling her dress above her breasts and tugging at one of her perfect, dark buds. You stand up and pull her into a heated kiss, swallowing every whimper and moan she had to offer as she ground against you. You trailed kisses down her neck, stopping to suck a bruise right where her shoulder meets her neck before moving downwards to take one of her nipples into your mouth. You alternated between gentle nips and sweet caresses of your tongue, leaving her shivering under you. 
By the time you were back between her legs, she was dripping. Her lips glistened in the dull light of the office. Shuri took it upon herself to drive you mad, slipping two of her pretty fingers into her sopping heat and pulling them out, drenched in her essence and spreading it over herself. “Fuck, you're so wet,” you say, running your fingers through her slit before sinking two of them into her with ease. Shuri bites back a moan as you plunge your fingers deep into her pussy. You curl your fingers and bend to suck her clit, swirling your tongue around the sensitive nub. 
Shuri’s cries raised in pitch, her breath stuttering as she approached the edge. “Such a good girl. All those other bitches can flirt, but at the end of the night, this pussy is mine, right baby?” She doesn’t answer; her eyes shut tight as you drill her with your fingers. Dissatisfied, you slap right over her clit, the sound reverberating through your office. 
 Shuri moans the loudest she has so far, her thighs immediately closing around your wrist. For a moment, you think you’ve gone too far until you feel the evidence of her arousal running down your forearm as she tightens around your fingers. You didn't know someone could get this wet. “Oh? Do you like having your pussy slapped?” you ask, pressing down on her clit as you slide in a third finger, her eyes rolling back into her head while she mumbles dumbly in response to your question. You stop your fingers and cup Shuri’s cheek gently with your free hand, encouraging her to look at you. “Use your words, sithandwa,” you speak gently, kissing her plush lips. “Yes, but do it harder,” she says between kisses. 
Shuri looks up at you sweetly, simultaneously clenching around your fingers. “Undenza ndiphambane,” (you drive me crazy) you groan, twisting your fingers inside her and delivering a few sharp slaps to her pussy. Three thrusts were all it took for her to come undone all over your fingers. She sobbed in ecstasy as you milked her orgasm out of her. Her hands were unsteady as they grabbed desperately at your wrists, unsure whether she wanted to run or pull you in deeper. You rubbed her clit in quick, fast movements. “I'm coming, I'm coming fuck-” she a but screamed, her legs tremoring against your arms as you sent her right into a second orgasm that had her gushing all over her thighs and the desk beneath her. 
You carefully pulled your fingers from her core and wiped them on a tissue before sitting in your chair, pulling Shuri’s shivering body into your lap. “Good girl, you did such a good job, Usana,” you whisper, pecking her head. After cleaning her up as thoroughly as you could, you leaned back to look her in the face. “I think I squirted on your report,” Shuri says, referring to the now-soaked papers on your desk. Some of you cringed at the thought of reprinting all of those papers; however, the heavy weight of Shuri in your lap made the damp work seem insignificant. You shrug your shoulders and rest your head against hers.
"Worth it."
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A/N more to come hopefully 👀
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pocketsizedpanther · 1 year
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Lingerie
Pls forgive me if this is trash lmao
This isn't the fic I just teased; this is something else I'd already written for someone else but I just switched some things around to make it for shuri
I'm not taking requests, this is just an idea that I had a couple years ago
Okay so maybe it’s the night after a huge conference and Shuri won big right?
she looked good as FUCK in her suit on the carpet and she looked good as fuck when she was presenting her projects and developments and she looked good when she was accepting her awards and she looked even better when you guys got to the after party and you got a couple drinks in you
To be fully honest, you wanted to skip the after-parties altogether and get her home bc you had a PLAN to congratulate her on all her hard work
Unbeknownst to you, Shuri also wanted to head straight home and start her own, two-person after party but her team had other plans
Shuri had a few celebratory shots before switching to your personal favorite; red wine
she eyes you over the rim of her second glass and she doesn’t need to say a word for you to know what she’s saying; you’re in for a long night
You pull out your phone below the table and shoot her a text; ‘we’re leaving by 11:30. I have plans for you’
You and Shuri have a small stare down while you wait for her phone to ding, at which point you watch her pull her phone out and read the message
A slow smirk spreads across your face when you watch Shuri freeze in her seat as a small noise from the back of her throat makes its way to your ears
Shuri looks around frantically, hoping no one's heard the noise as she shifts in her seat, willing the panther to just wait a little longer
the wine she’s been drinking coupled with the Herb has dialed her senses to 20, and she reacts to you without you even speaking a word to or touching her
she both hates and loves it
It takes Shuri all of one minute to order an Uber and come up with an excuse to leave, too impatient to wait until the time you’d specified
“Thanks for tonight guys, but we’re gonna head home and get some rest, right ubusi?” (honey)
Shuri stands from the table, using the napkin and her movement as a cover to adjust herself some more. she hopes that when she finally drops it, nobody notices the fact that the crotch of her black pants is a little darker from her wetness (you absolutely notice)
the team looks confused but they bid the two of you farewell as you make your rounds giving hugs and kisses to everyone
You and Shuri lock eyes as you exit the restaurant, and luckily you don’t have to wait long outside before the Uber pulls up
Shuri prides herself on her restraint but the ride back to the hotel tests it to no end as she somehow manages to keep her hands off of you, but has a borderline white-knuckle grip on her own knee as she looks out the window, willing the passing scenery to distract her from the pool that’s filling up in her dress slacks
Shuri thanks her lucky stars that there's no one waiting outside of the hotel when the car finally stops, allowing her to help you out of the car, thank the driver, and whisk you inside and straight to the elevator
Once inside the elevator, Shuri stands directly in front of you, crotch pressed to your thigh in the hopes of getting some sort of friction
she stares down at you desperately, willing you to do something, anything to set her plan of yours in motion
But you do nothing except reach past the lapels of her suit jacket to finger the gold chain containing her panther suit that sits between her collarbones
You walk past her without sparing a glance once the elevator reaches your floor, with Shuri trailing behind you like a lost puppy
You stop, dig in her back pocket for the keycard and enter your suite, passing a quick thought to whichever Deity may be listening, I hope there’s no one next door
You don’t get far inside the room before Shuri’s restraint finally breaks and she pins you against the wall and seals her lips against yours
her kiss leaves you breathless, as it always does
Between her lips and her impatiently wandering hands, your mind goes blank. Any inkling of your plan for the night flying out the window
You seemingly black out for a moment, lost in her and her body and the things she can make you feel even before she takes a single item of clothing off of you
It isn’t until the cool air of the hotel room hits your thigh that you come back to earth, gently pushing Shuri away from your neck where she was no doubt working on making a mark
“Intombi,” (baby) you moan out, carding your fingers through her hair in an effort to pull her back, but it only spurs her and ministrations on
“Shuri.” you say more firmly, waiting a moment before Shuri's face appears in front of yours
she looks fucked in the best way possible
her eyes are blown wide, the warm brown replaced by solid black. her lips are kiss swollen, shiny and parted due to her heavy breathing. her hair is tousled due to your fingers and, as you glance down at her bare shoulders you realize that you somehow got her jacket off
And she’s looking at you like a wolf looks at its prey
“What is it, ubusi?” her accent is thicker and at least half an octave deeper. the sound goes straight to your core and it takes everything in you to speak instead of kissing her
“My plan for you, remember?” You say as you lay your hands flat on her chest and slowly push her away enough for you to move towards the closet, with Shuri following close behind
Each step is laborious for you, as your body has been craving her since you left for the ceremony and now that you can finally have her in the way that you want, you’re delaying it.
But you know your patience will be rewarded, so you trudge on.
You dig in the closet for a moment before locating the item you need, hiding it behind your back with one hand while you use the other on her chest to back her towards the bed before having her sit,
“I’ll be out in a moment, panther.” You run your thumb over her plump bottom lip, relishing in the look of her kissing the pad of your finger before her tongue peeks out in a quick kitten lick.
You giggle before turning away towards the bathroom but not before Shuri lands a swift slap to your right asscheek
You turn back to look at her, and she has her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, her left hand palming herself over her pants.
she makes a show of making sure you see her watching your ass, before meeting your eyes with a look that makes your heat clench around the air in anticipation of the feeling of her stretching you out later. “Hurry up intombi eswiti. (sweet girl) I don’t want to have to come in there and get you.”
You’re incredibly happy that the skirt of your after-party dress hides the way you squeeze your thighs together to alleviate the ache deep within you at the sound of her voice, as you yet again question why you’re torturing yourself by denying yourself the feel of her body right now
You turn and hightail it into the bathroom before you throw the entire plan out the window, damn near slamming the door and backing away from it like it burned you.
You take a moment to regain your composure, “damn that woman.” you mumble quietly to yourself as you unzip the bag and take out the set that’s inside
It’s a strappy, lacy white number, a look that Shuri gravitates towards every time she peeks over your shoulder whenever you’re lingerie shopping online
You undress and slip it on, admiring the way the cut of the set compliments your curves and the gorgeous juxtaposition of the diamond-white lace & mesh against your melanated skin
You pull the other item out of the bag—a robe—and slip it on. Tying it so the lapels cover the lingerie completely, but leave the valley between your breasts exposed
You turn in the mirror and check yourself over to make sure the set is covered; the robe is relatively short, hitting you high on your thighs and right below your bum
You comb your fingers through your hair to refresh the bouncy curls. You relish the moment because you knew the style won’t last much longer once Shuri gets her hands on you; the panther never stopped until your style was fully sweated out
You pause to take a deep breath before opening the door and walking back into the bedroom to find Shuri standing by the window with another glass of wine in her hand
she's leaning against the wall, looking out over the city and you don’t need to see her face to know that she’s wrapped in her own mind again and doesn’t even know that you’ve entered the room
You take your time looking at her, the curls on the back of her head, the curves and divots of her biceps as they’re folded across her chest, the broad expanse of her shoulders and the corded muscle underneath her smooth skin, the dimples in her lower back, the band of her boxers peeking out from her pants, the way the fabric perfectly fits against the slender muscle of her thighs
Your admiration comes to an abrupt end when Shuri drains the rest of the wine in the glass and turns to put it back on the bedside table. You take the opportunity to catch her attention
You approach her slowly, letting her take her visual fill of your body before you’re within arm's reach of her
A slow smirk spreads across her lips as she runs her hands around the width of your hips, fingering the hem of your robe but not quite breaching it, “What’s this, sthandwa sam?”
You slide the palm of your hands up her chest to rub your thumb over her pronounced collarbone, taking your time to experience the smooth warmth of her skin versus the cool metal of her necklace. You relish in the visual of Shuri preening at the contact
“You put so much into everything you do and you’ve been working so hard lately with your technology and your inventions and tonight you finally saw some of the fruits of that labor and, I never got to say this at the show or at dinner, but I’m so proud of you, ingelosi (angel) and I love you so much.”
Shuri blushes before connecting her lips to yours in a slow kiss and you don’t hesitate to comb your fingers into her hair as she wraps her arms around your waist to pull you flush against her
the mood has changed; gone is Shuri’s impatience to get you as naked as possible as fast as possible. It's been replaced with slow, passionate, sensuality in the way she kisses you. Shuri takes her time feeling you, like she’s never felt you before.
the heat from her wandering hands burns through the satin robe, and straight to your core as you cling to her
Shuri slowly pulls her lips from yours, but doesn’t pull out of your airspace, “I love you so fucking much.”
You smile and say nothing, only taking her hand and guiding it to the tie at the front of your robe, keeping your eyes locked on her as you step back to untie the bow, opening the robe and letting it drop to the floor at your feet
Shuri's eyes on your body make you feel simultaneously vulnerable and powerful
You want to cover up and hide but you also feel like you can take on the world, all just from her looking at you the way that she does
Shuri takes her time taking you in visually. her eyes linger on your face before sliding to your collarbones and your chest, to the dip of your waist and the spread of your hips, to the soft roundness of your thighs and all the way down to your feet
then Shuri reaches out and takes your hand, stopping the nervous tick of your finger twitching against your skin, “Turn for me, intombi yam.” (my girl)
You do as instructed, turning around to show the back of the set for Shuri to repeat her ministrations
You can feel the weight and the intensity of her gaze on your skin as she looks at you, taking you in and deciding which part she wants to devour first.
she gently tugs your hand, instructing you to turn back around to face her.
her eyes are still in the area of your knees when you look at her face but when her eyes finally meet yours, it knocks the breath from your lungs
Your mind goes blank, senses attuned to her and only her and what she’s planning on doing to you
You don’t wait long before Shuri slowly pulls you into her, trapping you within her arms as every aspect of her invades every aspect of you when her lips meet yours
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When Shuri finally collapses next to you— the panther finally completely satiated and spent of everything she had to give you and full of everything you had to give her—you look out the window to see the first colors of the sunrise over the horizon
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tag: toxic!shuriri x blackfemreader
warnings: smut, smut, smut! (18+)toxic relationship themes, a bit of angst, dom!shuri, dom!switch! riri, sub!reader, bdsm themes, fluff at the end :)
translations: xhosa: kuqhubekani-what’s going on, thatha yonke into endikunika yona-take everything i give you. sthandwa-my love, usana-baby, ewe-yes
summary: you’re fed up with how shuri and riri have been in the lab, and giving less and less attention everyday…but it gets resolved. :)
you laid comfortably in the bed you shared with riri and shuri. they were down at the lab (as always) and you were quite bored honestly. ever since this big project came up, they’ve been distant due to the constant need to tweak what they’ve already worked on. now you being the considerate girlfriend you are, you completely understood that they needed to work and honestly it didn’t really bother you….at first that is.
you knew they wouldn’t always be around since shuri is a well know scientist and the queen of wakanda, and riri was her right hand man on missions and projects, but got damn! you didn’t think you would feel basically like a damn child waiting for their parents to give them attention(cuz that’s literally how you felt.)
as you thought about it more, the more annoyed you got. and to make matters worse, they haven’t been home in almost a damn week(except to shower and change, and sometimes barely that.) “bruh this shit so unfair.” you mumbled, getting up from the bed to go into the kitchen. you aggressively took out the items you needed to make dinner.
as if the universe could have the worst possible timing, riri and shuri walked in the door with wide smiles on their faces (that soon dropped when they saw how mad you clearly were.) “woah, ma! what’s wrong?” riri’s voice was slightly raised as she addressed you. “yea y/n, kuqhubekani?” shuri asked.
angrily, you threw a bowl in the sink, causing the two to jump. “how could you ask a dumb ass question like that? what’s wrong is how yall been in that mfin lab for a whole damn week! what about me?!! huh?! i need attention too!.” you yelled. shuri and riri both scrunched their faces up at your yelling.
“ok first of all calm down and talk like you got sum sense. second of all you know how important this project is so why you tripping, baby girl?” riri spoke, causing shuri to look at you expecting an answer. “maybe because it seems like the only people in this relationship is y’all two! it’s just fuck me and my feelings, right?!” you said now calming down a little, but still angry.
“so we get yelled at because you wanna be an attention whore? wow, that’s crazy.” shuri laughed. this bitch-she had the audacity to call you an attention whore just because you felt neglected?!!?? oh hell no! “oh so i’m an attention whore because i wanna spend quality time with my significant others?! you got me ALL the way fucked up.” you began to walk upstairs to the shared bedroom.
they followed close behind you, curious to see what you were about to do. once reaching your bedroom, you pulled out a suitcase. “i honestly don’t know why you pulling out yo suitcase cuz you not goin no where.” riri said, throwing your suitcase on the ground. shuri followed up by kicking the suitcase down the stairs. “y/n you need to stop playing with us as if we can’t track you down wherever you go, kimoyo beads or not.” shuri said, glaring at your kimoyo beads.
“and y’all need to stop thinking you can talk to me any kinda way! i’m not some child so stop treating me like one!” you we’re beyond hurt at this point. the two people you loved the most were growing further and further apart from you.
“Look y/n, maybe you should start being considerate of our work! we go in that lab everyday and bust our asses to make sure you and wakanda is safe!” riri yelled, walking up to you. “you’ve been more irritable lately, y/n…what your problem?” shuri now began to walk towards you. ok, now you were getting anxious. these mfs is ganging up on you! now you were fully pressed against a wall.
“why are y’all fucking ganging up on me?! all this because i want to feel loved by my girlfriends?!” the tears couldn’t stop and their faces softened as they looked at you, realizing their mistake. “y/n baby we’re so-” you cut shuri off before she could finish.
“no! i don’t wanna hear it! fuck you! fuck both of you! how dare you treat me like shit and call me names when you’re the ones who should be getting yelled at!?!” you pushed past them, grabbing your purse and phone, putting on shoes and walking out the door to your car.
of course they followed you outside, begging you to stay. “come on, y/n! don’t be like that!” riri yelled, running after you. you got in your car and closed your door before they could get to you. you pulled out of the drive way and just drove. you didn’t have a specific destination.
𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷
it’s been about 2 hours since you left and shuri and riri have begun to worry. they hadn’t gone out to look for you yet being that they knew you wanted space, but DAMN. 2 hours is absolutely insane. you took your kimoyo beads off so they couldn’t track you the easy way, they were about to do the next best thing until you finally walked through the door.
they both both ran towards you, showering you in love. “baby! are you alright?!” “are you you hurt or anything?! where did you go?!” you pushed passed them, heading up to the shared bedroom. they frowned as they followed you.
“y/n? will you talk to us please? we just want to know if you’re ok.” shuri spoke and riri nodded in agreement. “i’m fine, i went for a little drive and stopped to get me something to eat. is that ok?” you spoke, giving them a side eye and rolling them as well. riri and shuri looked at eachother before sharing a light chuckle.
“ok y/n, you getting a lil too bold now, ma. roll them pretty eyes again and see what we do.” you scoffed before turning to face them fully. “not shit, that’s what. i really don’t wanna talk to y’all right now.” you said waving them off, but shuri wasn’t goin for it.
she grabbed your arm tightly before giving you that look. “you wanna repeat that princess?” shuri said and riri followed up right behind her. “yea cuz obviously you we must’ve heard you wrong or sum…cuz ain’t no way you just said that.”’she then pulled on your other arm so now you were basically restricted.
they begin to kiss your neck, slowly removing each item of clothing you had on (as well as themselves). “you want us to show how sorry we are, mami?” shuri asked, biting your neck like a starved animal. you let out a faint “yes please.” to let them know they could continue.
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“oh fuuuccckk.” you moaned in ecstasy. riri was between your legs while shuri kissed all over you. “yea? you like that?” she whispered in your ear, softly biting it afterwards. your hands were cuffed to the rails of the headboard and you had a silk blindfold on.
“oh shit riri! please don’t stop!” you moaned loudly, causing riri to bring her head up and move her fingers faster. “hmmm, i don’t know, ma. do you deserve to cum?” she said, giving off fake sympathy. your breathing hitches as you reached your orgasm. “please mommy! please let me cum!” you were so close, you just hoped she wouldn’t deny your orgasm. luckily for you, she granted your wish.
“alright, cum baby. and it better be a lot too.” as if on cue, you came, creaming all over her fingers. your legs quivered as she overstimulated you. when you finally had enough, you squeezed your legs together, which made her slow down and come to a stop.
she gave your pussy light peck before coming up to let you taste yourself. “hey, i wanna taste her too! kiss me.” shuri said, causing riri to laugh and kiss her. “now it’s my turn. riri, go into the the closet and get my strap for me baby, while i eat baby girl’s pussy.” riri smiled and nodded, scurrying to do what shuri asked of her.
“awww. it’s so swollen baby. and you’re leaking! you ready to cream for me, huh? you ready to cum again?” she rubbed your pulsating nub causing you to ooze more cream. “yes!” you yelled, but shuri slapped your thigh. “yes what?” “yes daddy!” you squealed as she connected her lips with your clit, her fingers sliding inside of you. just then, riri walked in with the strap in hand.
“oh? she creamin already? damn, ma, ian know you was like that.” riri laughed climbing in the bed next to you, kissing your neck sweetly. shuri’s head bobbed up and down between your legs, her fingers moving rapidly. you moaned loudly, your chest moving up and down due to your heavy breathing and gasps.
“daddy! i’m gonna cum! oh shit i’m gonna cum!” you screamed. shuri moaned into your pussy before speaking. “do it, sthandwa. cum in my fucking mouth.” shuri said aggressively, lapping up your juices. riri whispered in your ear, telling you to “do what daddy tells you and cum, baby.” making your back arch instantly, cumming all over shuri’s face and fingers.
“good girl.” they both cooed to you. shuri thanked riri for grabbing the strap for her before standing up to put it on. the strap was of course made of vibranium, and i was about 8 inches long with veins that glowed a blueish purple. “ri, lay y/n between your legs so you can keep her calm…she’s gonna need it.” shuri said, climbing into the bed and running her hands up your exposed torso.
she spread your legs and put them on her shoulders. “i’m gonna fuck you so good, usana.” shuri said before bottoming out. you gasped loudly, pulling at your cuffs. “daddy!” you moaned, instantly creaming around the sex toy. “mmm baby. you sound so fucking good, you making mommy’s pussy so wet.” riri said biting her lip.
you let out the most pornographic sounds as shuri pounded your fat pussy, and riri whispered dirty words in your ear, fondling your breast. “i know baby, i know. you taking what we give you so good.” shuri said, barely above a whisper. they couldn’t see it, but your eyes was rolled to the back of your sockets as shuri hit your spot. you couldn’t control your body anymore.
“fuck baby, wish you could see how good you look right now, shit.” riri moaned. just then, shuri began to drill into you, catching you by surprise and making you squirt. “fuckkk! ok daddy! okayyyyy!” you screamed, trying to run from her unforgiving speed, but she held you down. “nuh-uh baby, thatha yonke into endikunika yona.” shuri said in a very dominant manner.
“say you’re sorry baby. tell me and daddy your sorry then we’ll give you and that pretty pussy a break.” riri said, slapping you pussy a couple of times. “oh shittt! fuck, i’m sorry! i’m sorry guys please! i won’t act up no moreee!” you moaned. shuri and riri smirked in satisfaction. “mhm, yeah. tell us who this pussy belongs to.” shuri said, rubbing your clit. “it belongs to youuu! oh shit, this pussy belongs to both of you!” you screamed, on the brink of cumming so hard.
riri looked up at shuri who was already looking at her. shuri nodded which let riri know everything. “go ahead and cum baby, cum for mommy and daddy. make that pretty pussy come for us.” riri said in your ear, feeling on your upper body. you being basically brainwashed by them, you came as soon as they told you to. shuri finally stopped and began the after care process.
𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷
you layed in between them both, their arms draped over you in a protective yet lazy manner. “we’re sorry, ma. we should be more considerate of your feelings and make time for you, and we shouldn’t have called you out of your name.” riri cooed, causing shuri to nod in agreement. “ewe, usana. we promise to be better from now on.”
you smiled weakly before snuggling into them and speaking softly. “it’s ok i forgive you guys. and i love y’all so much…please don’t ever leave me.” they both nodded. “we love you too baby, and we won’t ever leave you! we 4Lferss!” riri said, making you and shuri laugh. you loved them annoying ass mfs so much.
𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷
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author: i hope y’all liked this one! i did my best for y’all! send request loves 🫶🏾💕 also @imshurisbabymama here’s your tag, pretty! 🫶🏾
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lesbianismist · 1 year
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Shuri x black! fem! plus size!reader
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A/N: This is my first smut and I never thought i’d write but I just got a sudden urge so don’t judge 😁 (this isn’t proof read)
Summary: You rarely spend time with Shuri because she’s always busy in the lab, you don’t want to tell her because she’ll always come home tired and you don’t want to add onto her frustration. But she starts pushing your buttons and you snap.
Warnings: arguing, fluff, smut 18+, scissoring, strap! reader receiving, praise kink, multiple orgasms, squirting, face riding! Shuri receiving, dom! Shuri, sub! reader, aftercare, reader has locs.
Word count: 1,873
(Idk xhosa like that yall so don’t come for my google translate xhosa 😔)
You wake up cold, moving around to find Shuri’s touch and finally you open your eyes to find Shuri’s side of the bed empty. You sigh thinking “of course she isn’t here, she never is”. You eventually roll out of bed to look at the time *7:28 am*. You start your regular morning routine taking off your bonnet, getting in the shower to wash your body, your face, then your locs. After your refreshing shower you feel all the weight on your shoulders fall off as you start to fish for an outfit.
You decided to wear a long brown flare skirt with a simple white crop top and a khaki cardigan. Not feeling like doing your makeup, you style your locs into a messy bun, wrapping it into a scarf, putting on your jewelry, but completely forgot your kimoyo beads and started your day. You came back home with a slight smile on your face and multiple bags in your hands. As you put your bags down you see someone staring at you from the corner of your eye, you turn your head to see Shuri on the couch with a slightly irritated look on her face, still in her lab uniform. “You’re home early” you said mockingly, staring back at her with the same expression.
Shuri stood up and walked towards you “Where have you been?” You looked at her genuinely confused “Shuri i’m not in the mood right now” you said in an irritated tone. “All I asked was a question sithandwa” She says in a loving tone “Oh don’t try that lovey dovey shit with me like you didn’t just question where i’ve been when you have came home later than this before” You countered. Shuri looks offended as she responds “Look uthando (love) I know i’ve been busy in the lab but i’m just worried about you, you know how serious I am about your safety and you completely forgot to put on your kimoyo beads. I had to send out Okoye to find and spy on you just so I can know that you’re safe.”
“so what?!” You screamed, Shuri lowered her eyebrows “I know your upset at the moment but I need you to calm yourself down and remember who you’re talking to” She said in her dominant tone. You felt a wave of heat in you but decided to ignore it as you started to cry “I’m just tired of getting my hopes up to see you, to spend a decent amount of time with you and end up disappointed every time. I shouldn’t have to compete with a fucking lab for your attention Shuri !”.
“b- baby I didn’t-, I’m sorry sithandwa sam (my love) I never knew” she expressed. “Of course you didn’t, I didn’t want to make you more frustrated with my emotions so I kept it to myself.” you said in a more calmer tone than before. “Ohh baby i’m sorry” She said getting closer and pulling you into a comforting hug, you hugged her back with a deep sigh of relief. “It’s okay, I'm glad I finally got that off my chest.” You sighed out. “I promise I’ll do better, I feel so guilty for not noticing, i’m sorry my love.” Shuri hums as she starts kissing your neck softly.
“Shurii…” you dragged and she lifts her head up “Okay i’ll stop, sorry..” “It’s just I know what makes you feel better, what always does.” You whimper slightly, Shuri smirking a bit at your reaction. “I-” you stutter “You what? Hm?” her smirk getting wider “I need you to use your words pretty girl.” She said seductively “I need to put my bags up.” You whispered. “That can wait” She said as she suddenly picked you up by your ass and rushed to your shared room.
As soon as she walked through the door and shut it behind her she wasted no time pushing you up against it and smashing her lips onto yours. The kiss was hungry and needy. Since she was always busy you two haven’t had sex in weeks and your fingers were never enough. Shuri stood you on your legs just so she can rip that cardigan off your body to access your neck better.
You moaned at the feeling of her nipping at your neck aggressively. Lifting her head she swung you around and walked forward until the back of your knees hit the bed. “No matter how many times I see you like this you’ll always amaze me with your beauty baby” she groans, tearing off all your clothes impatiently and pushing you further up the bed. You were speechless, all you could do was whimper and moan.
Shuri immediately drags a finger threw your folds moaning at your wetness “Fuck I barely touched you and you’re this wet?” You bucked your hips up into her touch wanting more. “You want me inside you? hm?” she responded at your silent request.“Yes please, I need it” “Need? such a needy girl aren’t you? Don’t worry I’ll take good care of you” She pushes herself off the bed taking off her dress, pressing a button on her kimoyo beads, her strap attaching onto her hips. She crawls towards you lifting your legs up with one hand and sliding the tip from your entrance to your clit painfully slow with her free hand. “Shuri please” your whimper out, she smiles biting her lip, using her other hand to open your legs completely as she finally snaps her hips into you sliding the entire thing into your walls. She immediately goes to kiss you swallowing your moans. She starts at a slow pace, still snapping her hips into you hard.
You throw your head back rolling your eyes already feeling that knot in your stomach, shuri notices and picks up her pace slamming into you. The wet noises coming from your pussy doesn’t go unnoticed “Mmh you hear that? I can tell she misses her panther.” she whispers in your ear. You responded with a loud moan as Shuri starts ramming into you at an almost inhuman pace, showing zero mercy. She finally leans up from your neck to look down at how you’re swallowing her like it’s nothing. “Fuck you take it so good!” She groans “Mmnh just like that Shuri, im close.” you moaned “Go ahead nkosazana (princess) let it all out, i’m right here” She leans down again angling her hips to hit that spot in your walls, just where you need her.
You scream, immediately arching your back at the sensitivity. Your grip on the sheets getting tighter as you chase your high, “Yes just like that cum for me” You close your eyes hard as you cum, your voice cracking, toes curling and legs shaking. When you finally came down from your high Shuri hasn’t slowed her pace, still in her own world “Shuri,it’s too much!” She finally comes to a stop pulling out slowly watching your slick ooze out slightly “intombazana efezekileyo enjalo”(such a perfect girl), she lets out a breathy moan. Pressing another button on her kimoyo beads to detach the strap.
She came down to kiss you, not waiting for you to catch your breath. “Y/n?” “hmm?” she grabs your waist rolling you on top of her then groping your ass roughly. “Ride me” You immediately obey, switching your right leg under her left one but before you even press your pussy on hers she stops you and says “No, I want that ass facing me.” You whimper, taking your left leg and swinging it around her torso. She wasted no time grabbing your hips and pushing your soaking cunt on hers, she groaned at the feeling and you started to grind in small circles, your ass shaking with every move. “Mmh look at you go my perfect girl, doing so good for me.” She says with her right hand on your hip guiding you. “Say it, say you’re my good girl.” You bite your lip, eyebrows frowning, so lost in pleasure you barely heard what she said.
She slaps your ass hard, snapping you out of your trance “You were being so good sthandwa don’t ruin it now.” she sighed following with a deep moan, “I’m your good girl, fuck im so good for you” You moan as Shuri starts forcing you to grind faster. “Good girl fucking cum for me, show me how good you can be.” She huffs as she starts to reach her climax. You both are a moaning mess and you cum with her, your juices getting everywhere. “ohh my- fuckkk” You dragged. Shuri tugged at your hips one last time before turning you around lifting you into a bear hug. You sigh, catching your breath for the second time tonight and you lift your head to speak “Baby?” “Yes sthandwa?” she answered, “Let me taste you, please?”
Shuri didn’t even answer, flipping the two of you over again and crawling up until you were face to face with her swollen pussy, “go ahead.” You didn’t hesitate to grab her hips and pull it towards your lips, letting out a moan at the taste onto her pussy. Her hips shudder as she brings a hand to your bun that’s surprisingly still together and grinds on your tongue. You roll and close your eyes but shuri stops you “uhn uhn eyes on me pretty.” You open your eyes immediately making eye contact with her and she smiles at your current state, she leans back bringing her hand to your clit rubbing in tight circles. By now you both are sweating and breathing heavily. Shuri’s moans getting louder and her grinding getting faster, “Fuck y/n cum with me” Her rubbing on your clit gets faster, releasing your hair and holding herself up. Her hips coming to a stop and your back arching off the bed, you both cum together.
TIME SKIP
After taking a long bath, cuddling for half an hour, and getting in matching pj’s. You two are cuddling in bed, Shuri on her back with your leg wrapped around her lower stomach and arm resting on her chest. “Shuri, how are you not tired?” “I don’t know, I'm thinking about going for another round, hm?” You look at her in disbelief and she giggles “I am just joking sthandwa'' You laugh with her but stop in realization, “Shuri I forgot to put up my bags!!” you exclaimed sitting up, but Shuri pushes you back down “Don’t worry about that baby, i’ll get that in the morning”. You let out a sigh of relief and closed your eyes slowly, drifting into sleep. “Goodnight my love” Shuri whispers, kissing your forehead.
A/N: Guys I never realized how hard it is to write bruh, I spent like 3-4 hours writing this 😭
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vneuns · 1 year
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CAN YOU PLSSSSSSS IM BEGGGING PLS WRITE SHURI X PLUS SIZE REAADER CUS LAWD HAVE MERCY US PLUS SIZE GURLS NEED SOME LOVE ❤
I GOTCHU BABES I GOTCHU
warning(s) kinda suggestive, kissing, butt grabbing, teasing, ya da ya da ya da
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“Molo mntwana.” (hi baby) Shuri greeted as she walked into your shared bedroom where she found you in your bathroom getting ready for your date.
You smiled at her in the mirror as you finished lining your lips and applied a coat of gloss. “How was your day?” The princess questioned as she stood behind you placing kisses on your neck with her hands trailing up and down your sides her fingers following this lines of your stretch marks.
“boring. i cleaned, washed my hair, cleaned some more, blow dried my hair, and you get where i’m going from here.” More kisses were placed from behind your ear all the way to your collarbone. “We’re gonna miss our reservations,” you whispered as you felt your girlfriends hands run down to your butt grabbing at it and pushing up against you slightly.
“They can wait for the Queen.” She
mumbles as she turns you around connecting her lips to yours hastily as her hands trailed to the front of your body and slipped into the front of your skirt. Her fingers teasingly running up and down your panties.
Just before Shuri could go any farther there was a knock on the door. Your girlfriend with a slight smirk on her face pulled away as she pulled her hand out of your skirt, but not before grabbing at your love handles and pulling you in for a deeper kiss.
“Might need to fix.. around here.” Shuri grinned as she pointed around her lips in reference to your own.
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nzia-writes · 1 year
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Senile Souls
[A b l a d e & b p c r o s s o v e r ]
I’ve took a little break but I’m back to me! Let’s get into this, now.
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Synopsis: an aged love, once crushed beneath the strain of the blood moon, will resurface on the night of the blood moon. you return to wakanda because of love but not for love. and the princess? suffice it to say that she loves you but you have not given her many reasons to.
The Dynamics: vampire!Shuri vampire!Reader black!british!Reader
Disclaimer: vivid depictions of blood, violence, angst—cause I’m an angsty ho’. I get it from my momma— heartbreak, declining mental health, grief, and loss. Calm down, I swear it ain’t as bad as you think it is.
SHURI:
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The tags:
@cuddl3s4shur1 @itsophiebby @rxcently @slytherin-34 @shinsousliya @donewit51life @mysticalmarss @mlmilani @doms-fav @verachii @zayswriting
Honorable mentions:
@inmyheadimobsessed @izrinmabel1 @iinkonde -Love y’all work downnn!! I can only hope y’all think the same of this right here. -Everybody check out their workshops if you haven’t already. They are some beasts at this shyt, okayy?
This is my first supernatural piece ever. I think I did myself justice. Enjoy her!
[The Golden City, Wakanda]
Harm goes to those who trespass your path of demolition. The wasted soldiers scattered before you now know this more than anyone. They’ve committed their life to bulking strength only for it to kiss a sweet goodbye at its moment of use. But of course you omitted death, sweeping their minds inside a wicked slumber, served with a side of fractured arms and twisted noses. Mercy, oh, mercy. How distasteful.
The spilling of blood has never been an intimidating act to the commander of death. It is the spilling of blood inside an alpha-level nation—capable of deflating an ego with the tap of a button—that is more… low-grade in taste.
I mean, look at them. Their scars and jade embroidery is of the River Tribe. That is the Queen’s heritage, her home, and her heart. She would bring the world to ash if she were to find them here unconscious in this lowly lit palace room—-all the more vengeful to know it occurred by your hand. It’s best to move out before she can find out.
You seal the highly-risen chamber doors shut to crouch behind pillars as the guards and palace workers stride ahead of you, gossiping in their native tongue. The pungency of their blood is so noxious, so ripe with loyalty that your nose scrunches in disdain. If loyalty is what they practice, then sacrificing their blood for the princess’s consumption would be no trouble would it?
Of course it would. Shuri nurses a heart too pure to allow it. She’d certainly rack her own brain for a solution before devouring another. And for that fact alone, you tighten your hold on your tool bag, huffing out. I’m almost there, Shuri.
REST COMING (?)
( I didn’t mean to post this so early, my mf finger slipped but hey it’s out now.)
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mingitheii · 1 year
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hii i love your fics. i was wondering if you could write something for shuri where she gets back from a mission and is welcomed by her child and wife and it’s just really fluffy?
Welcome Home
Shuri x black!reader
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Warnings: None i think, just fluff
Word count: 317 (just a little blurb)
Masterlist
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Shuri sat silently in the aircraft, this had been her longest mission since the birth of her son (y/s/n). The mission was successful despite the extended length and she could not wait to be reunited with her wife and son.
"My Queen, are you listening?" Okoye interrupted her thoughts.
"Oh- um… yes?" Shuri responded with a smirk. Okoye audibly sighed before re-explaining the mission reports that were requested. "My queen, we are here." Shuri's face immediately warmed, she would finally be able to sleep in her own bed with her wife again.
Shuri found you cooking her favorite dishes in the kitchen with (s/n) sitting in his high chair eating a few Cheerios. Your son spotted Shuri first. Hitting the table of the high chair with his stubby hands. Shuri put her finger to her mouth, shushing him before sneaking up on you.
"Shuri, take a shower before you hug all over me" you said, interrupting her mission to surprise you.
"Just one kiss baby" she said before turning you around, kissing your forehead and then your lips. Shuri then rushed upstairs to take a shower so she could enjoy dinner with her family.
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Dinner was very relaxing, the two of you spoke to each other about anything in the world while Shuri bounced (s/n) in her lap. Him laughing at the two of you occasionally as if you told a joke.
You all moved to the couch to watch a movie. "What should we watch (y/s/n)?" You said picking him up from Shuri's lap and holding him above your hip. "COCO!" your son yelled, clapping his hands. He watched that movie almost every time he watched TV. "Okay, okay, Coco again," you said, kissing your son's face a few times before getting up to retrieve the remote. Shuri looked at the two of you, what more could she ask for?
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prettykittycastle · 1 year
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Yes, My Queen
Summary: Shuri gives you your gift for Valentine's day.
(The reader is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably black.)
(I imagined the reader being thick or plus-size, but you don't have to be.)
(Content Warning: mirror sex, fingering, slight dirty talk, Queen!kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, slight nipple play)
(I don't know if the comics or movies says anything about Valentine's day being celebrated in Wakanda, but we're gonna pretend that it is.)
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"Look at yourself, my love," Shuri whispered in your ear, softly grabbing your chin and moving your head to look at both of your reflections in the mirror. "So beautiful," she commented, placing soft kisses down the side of your neck.
Looking in the mirror, you saw you and Shuri, both of you naked, sitting on the floor, your back to her breasts, and both of your bodies covered in light sweat.
"My queen," you moaned, watching as she slowly brought her other hand around your body, slowly and softly dragging her fingertips down your stomach. The lower her fingers went and closer they got to between your legs, the heavier you began to breath and you could feel your body getting excited, pussy getting wetter and wetter.
"I've been thinking bout your body all day, lovely," Shuri told you in your ear. Her fingers finally reached between your legs and she began to lightly run her fingertips over your folds, enjoying the stickiness of your juices. "I've barely done anything, (Y/N)," she chuckled, placing another kiss on your neck.
"Please," you whined, beginning to squirm, wanting to hurry her, but Shuri quickly stopped you, moving her hand from your chin and down to your neck, holding it in a gentle, but firm grip.
"Be patient, baby."
Gathering some of your juices on her fingertips, she slowly eased her fingers between your folds, inserting them both inside you.
"Oh," you moaned loudly, not expecting her to insert them both. "Oh, fuck me."
The feel of your warmth and wetness wrapped around her fingers made Shuri let out a soft moan in your ear and the sound was just too good to hear, you couldn't help clenching your walls around her, wanting to hear more of her voice.
"Please, my queen," you begged, not caring if you sounded pathetic.
"Of course, princess," she told you. "Keep looking in the mirror."
You hadn't realized you had closed your eyes, the pleasure you were feeling had you losing your mind and she hadn't even fucked you yet. Opening your eyes, you looked in the mirror and watched as she slowly pulled her fingers out of you, your juices running down her hand and to her wrist, before she inserted them back in. The moan you let out was almost porn-like as you, not only felt her fingers going back in, but also heard the wet squelching sound it made.
"Cum as much as you want, Princess," she told you, before she began to thoroughly finger fuck you like you wanted.
The pleasure made your eyes almost close, but you forced them open, turned on by the sight of her slim fingers going in and out of you. Her pace had started off nice, gentle, and slow, your moans and the squelching of your pussy getting fucked was the only sounds in the room. But the more you moaned, the faster she began thrusting her fingers in and out of you, her breathing getting heavier and louder in your ear. She always loved feeling how wet she can make you and you could see it in her face in the mirror. Her eyes were completely focused on your pussy and you could see the lust clearly in her gaze as she was entranced by the sight of your pussy swallowing her fingers with no problem.
"My queen," you moaned, feeling her curl fingers inside of you, hitting your special spot.
"Ssh, baby," she hushed you.
Through half-closed eyes, you met her gaze in the mirror and you saw a smile grow onto her face. You were going to smile back at her, but before you could, you felt her thumb began to gently rub your clit and her fingers curl inside you even harder, and with a loud cry, you came on her fingers.
"My queen," you cried, closing your eyes, clenching around her fingers, squirming, letting the waves of your orgasm wash over you.
"Good girl," she said. When she no longer felt you moving around and you relaxed your walls around her, she uncurled her fingers and pulled them out. "Look at that."
Opening your eyes, you watched in the mirror as she brought one of her fingers to her lips, sucking your pussy juices off of it. She held a face of absolute pleasure as she tasted you and the moan she let out made your already wet pussy even wetter.
"Want some," she asked, not waiting for your answer and placing her other finger on your lips. You didn't waste time and opened your mouth, then closing your lips around it, sucking on the appendage, while meeting her gaze in the mirror.
"You like that, baby," She asked, her eyes dark with lust. If you didn't know any better, you'd think that she might orgasm from just pleasuring you.
"Mm-hm," you hummed, nodding your head, still sucking her finger.
"Give it back," She said, pulling her finger out of your mouth.
Looking away from the mirror, you both met each other's gazes and you could feel the tingling of another orgasm beginning at how intense she looked at you.
"Open your mouth," She told you and you happily obliged, sticking your tongue out for her. She lowered her head and licked her tongue against yours, tasting your mouth.
You could feel her hand move down from your neck and took hold of your left breast, gently squeezing it in her hand.
"Shuri," you moaned out. You didn't mean to call her that and by consequence, she gave your already sensitive nipple a small pinch.
"What am I," Shuri asked, moving her other hand slowly back down your stomach to between your legs. She pinched your nipple harder, loving how desperate you looked for her.
"M'sorry, my queen," you hissed, happy when she finally stopped pinching it and brought her hand back to your neck, gripping it gently.
Still holding your neck, she brought her other hand back down, sliding her fingers between your wet folds and finding your clit and began to gently rub it. It was already sensitive from your first orgasm, but now her fingers felt like it was too much.
"Oh fuck," you could feel your second orgasm coming up quickly and you tried your best not squirm.
You couldn't see the small grin that came up on Shuri's face as she could feel you trying your hardest to not squirm for her. She could tell by how your breathing was beginning to get shorter that your second orgasm was close and she decided to make it happen, just to feel more of your wetness and watch your face glow in pleasure. Her fingers started to rub your clit faster and faster, the squelching sound of your pussy returning again.
"Oh my god," you cried out as you came again, the waves of your orgasm going through your body. It was so intense that out of your control, your legs tried to close around her hand.
"Nope," she said, moving her hand away from your pussy to lightly slap your inner thigh, making you let out a helpless yelp. "Keep them open for me."
Trying to keep them open, you watched as she brought her hand back between your legs and began rubbing your clit again. "Give me another one," she demanded, rubbing your sensitive and swollen clit harder.
With a tear running down your cheek, you complied with her demand and came again, your pussy juices began leaking out of you and onto the floor of your bedroom.
"Such a good girl," She commented before placing a kiss on your lips.
You felt the motion of her fingers on your clit slow down and for a second, you thought that she was going to give you a break, but that thought was quickly forgotten when you felt her fingers slide lower towards your entrance.
"My queen?" You questioned, trying to gather your thoughts and look up, to see her eyes already on you in the mirror.
"Darling, it's Valentine's day," she told you, slowly inserting you her fingers back inside you, curling them again. "It's only been three, you can handle eleven more. Can't you?"
"Yes," you gasped, feeling her fingers beginning to thrust in and out. "Yes, my queen."
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Aftermaths
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pairing: shuri ✘ plussize!black!fem!reader
summary: shuri takes care of you in the ways she knows how; truths and feelings surface.
word count: 5.9k
contains: mild sexual behavior & suggestive stuff (18+), fluff, aftercare, body worship, vulnerable!reader, slight cocky!shuri, jealous!shuri, vulnerable!shuri, possessive!shuri, riri knows how to mind her business, love confessions, lesbians lesbianing (they're kinda just made for each other tbh), shuri's pockets are very deep, shuri being dramatic and sappy and in love, light chocking
tags: @verachii @venusdraco @vixentheplanet @quintessencewrites @cjariot @widowmakker @blackgcomica @n7cje @dejaonline @shinsousliya @generallysapphic @mbakuetshurisprincess @pinkwright @saintwrld @axailslink @mocha-aya @uhwhatsay @6-noir @cuddl3s4shur1 @percsane @chidinma @shuriszn @lppriceisright @sweetalittleselfish-honey @abenomeiiii @marsolgy @prettymrswright @shurisjournal @marsolgy @shurismainbxtch @shurisbbymama @shuriri4life @cafehyunji @ventingfanfics @yunhofingers @yamsthoughts @iseebeautyinwords @ihearttish @vampzxi @oceean @sapphicvqmpires
divider by: @firefly-graphics
note: me writing something that isn't over 10k words??? a collective gasp resounded around the room! anyway, this is the aftercare/morning after scene for "lies bout how i hate you." this just something real cute and fun for the girls until me and the outline for part two stop fighting. if y'all was to see how she look rn... chile, just a ghetto mess. if this don't hold y'all over until then, idk what to tell you, it's above me! hope you lot enjoy, mwah, mwah!!
↬ lies bout how i hate you
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A greedy mouth imprinted your flesh, nipping harshly at your sore neck before parting along it, and you hissed, absorbing the heated air rushing the pretty bruises on your skin. You felt it stretch, dragging into a smirk against your blazing body as you lay there, stiff and weary. This was to be a game, you discerned immediately, one designed with your losing in mind.
The pillowy lips abusing the space below your chin performed with purpose, seeking to remind you of their involvement in the creation of those decorative marks. They encased each blemish, pecking, sucking, licking hungrily at your throat, undoubtedly deepening the bold violet hue existing there already.
Waking you, the goal of the game, but you disregarded this, keeping your eyes tight as you resisted the urge to shuffle ever so slightly in the bed. You could play too, or at the very least, you could attempt.
“I know you're awake, entle.” Seduction lived in her words; in her accent; it coated every breath she expired. Her voice was a hot crackle in the air once it reached your skin, alerting you of your foreseen defeat within seconds of impact.
And thus began your body's habitual response to her sultry call. You felt the sharp edges of Shuri's bare teeth grazing your neck again, her head tucked perfectly inside the crook as she inhaled you, making you twitch in her arms. Her jaw widened ahead of a stinging bite, and you whimpered through the pain, the sound melding with her chuckle. “Open those pretty eyes, I want to see them.”
“Ion wanna be awake. Let me sleep.” It hurt to speak, and the sound of your own voice straining in protest ignited a flare of irritation in your chest, so you kept your eyes closed, wanting to deny her the visual of their sparkle in retaliation.
Shuri laughed again, its vibration racing through you at the mirroring speed of your heartbeat. She drew you in closer, humming in sync with the anticipated groan you expelled. “I have to clean you up baby, you're filthy.”
Your annoyance grew fiercer at the drawl of her sentence, compelling you to finally open your eyes. “Cause yo ass was doing too much.”
“When we fuck,” Shuri removed her curls from their hiding place beneath your chin, smile smug as her still-blown pupils latched onto yours in the dimness surrounding you both. So breathtaking, so beautiful; you couldn't forbid your eyes from softening. “It gets messy. Did you forget that while you were busy with um… What's her name again?”
Naci.
The mere mention of her soared your temperature. Crawling into a hole crossed your mind; you couldn't retreat then, but maybe curling in on yourself now could become an option. You were mortified, recollecting her face and its contortion. Every nook colored in dismay, painted in disappointment, in disgust. But, your aching body couldn't fathom the notion of crawling, and concealing your growing smile proved impossible with Shuri's tired eyes boring into yours as they did now.
She too was sleepy, but she fought it, centering her focus on getting you to comply.
You bit your lip, aware that you were gaping at her pretty face in adoration, but you ceased to care. “You ain't have to do that poor girl like that, Shuri. That was just trifling. Even for you.”
“I would believe your remorse to be genuine if you weren't grinning at me right now. You're beaming, Ntomb'am.” (my girl)
You smacked her, admonishing the arrogance lacing her words. “It is. She's a nice girl.”
“And therein lies her problem.”
“Fuck you.” You tried rolling over in the soiled bedding, but her strength kept you in place. Shuri’s fingers melted into your cupped jaw, delicate as ever. She knew the action would get you; you chased her softer side more so than the one she presented regularly, and it was her favorite thing to manipulate.
She scanned your smiling face, confidence lodged in the deepest parts of her brown globes. Fuck she was good, uttering nothing, yet still possessing the skill to make you squirm beneath her destructive stare; Shuri reduced the little fight you had left in you to ruins, coercing your surrender.
She pinched your cheek, making you scrunch your face. “I don't like repeating myself, so I won't.”
You could pout, resist, but what was the use? Shuri always got her way, and it would be illogical to protest against being pampered just to simply spite her.
She placed a peck on your forehead before releasing you and climbing out of the bed. Shuri made her way to your side, slowly guiding your back off the mattress to help you sit up. “I'm guessing you want to go to your bathroom?”
Your response was a wordless nod, and she scooped you up. Whilst in her arms, you tied those aching thighs of yours snugly around her slender waist on the trot to the bathroom, passing Riri on the couch. She said nothing, neither did you and Shuri, but your heated blush crept up anyway. Because you knew what she was thinking, her telling smirk and amused eyes speaking what her lips refrained.
“Shower.” Shuri sat you on the edge of the sink, tilting her head at your singular word. “I know you wanna put me in the tub, but Ion want that. I need a shower, not a bath.”
She hummed, “Can you even stand right now?”
God could she thin your patience. You narrowed your eyes at her, clearly agitated, but of course, Shuri found hilarity in your mood. She chuckled, the sound low in her bosom as she deviously sank the pads of her digits into your tender, fleshy hips, eyebrow cocked daringly. “Ouch! Ouch! Shuri! What the fuck?!”
“Exactly. You're getting in that tub.”
This time you did pout; you crossed your arms in frustration, and your big doe eyes toyed with her commanding attitude. “You the reason I’m all sore and shit. Just lemme have my shower, it’s the least you could do.”
Her palms rested on either side of the counter as she leaned forward, caging you in, stern eyes searching for something across your upturned face. “That's the fourth time you've used profanity with me in the past ten minutes.”
“Ugh, of course your annoying as– self is counting,” Shuri grinned at your correction, pleased by the way you so easily fell in line for her. You rolled your eyes when you noted her satisfaction. Fuck her, and fuck your perpetual cycle of constantly adhering to her.
She laughed, pecking your lips. “Hmm… I guess I can let you have your shower. But the second I sense being on your feet is becoming too much, I’m running you a bath. Yeva?” (are we clear)
“Okay.” A sheepish smile chiseled into your face, exposing your deep dimples as she kissed you again. Her mouth was plush against yours, coaxing a desperate little whine out from your stomach, and when she pulled away, your lips ran after hers.
“Always so greedy for me, pretty girl.”
Shuri tugged your T-shirt off, careful not to brush the spot where her teeth incised your shoulder, and she smirked. Your skin heated watching Shuri become enraptured with every abrasion she sketched into your flesh; some bolder than others; deeper, but none soon to disappear.
She drank in your nakedness with glossy eyes, bottom lip sucked tight between her canines. “You're so gorgeous with my marks all over your beautiful body.”
You dipped your head, seizing the opportunity to exhale when she stepped away to turn the shower on. “Thanks...”
“Mhmm. Now let me hear you say it.” She lifted you once again, sliding you off the counter and onto your feet before making you face the mirror. It was like your legs forgot what it meant to stand, because you wobbled, and if you were gazing into the glass ahead of you, you'd witness the conceited smile covering Shuri's lips at the sight of your stumble.
“Shuri, you wasting my water, can I just get in the damn–” You avoided the image of your bare skin in the mirror at all costs; there was too much shame existing in your reflection.
But as always, whenever you decided on a course of action, Shuri made sure her’s differed vastly, “Haven't I warned you about your choice of words already?”
“Whatever.”
Shuri snaked your throat, pressing her exposed front into your back, her fingers squeezing and lifting your head so you could behold the remnants of her claim on your body. “Tell me how gorgeous you are.”
She seemed elated by your throaty gasp when you finally took yourself in, the corners of her mouth twitching briefly at your awe. A trail of hickeys and bite marks lined your neck, traveling along your chest, before stopping below your left breast, each one deliberately placed. Their vibrance made them beautiful, reinforcing what you always knew to be true. You were the Panther’s prey — her prize at the end of her hunt — these lacerations were testimony to that.
“So gorgeous. Now can I please have my shower?” Your eyes rolled as you tried wrapping your mind around what the reflection staring back at you would mean, in this moment, in the morning, in the near future. The reality of this thought soured the bliss you almost let yourself taste, dropping your mood entirely.
A power imbalance would forever exist between you and Shuri; it existed now, and it was certainly present when you confessed your true feelings to her. She hadn't reciprocated your declaration, not in the way you'd hoped, not with her words. She wished to say it, this was made evident by her somber eyes holding yours in the mirror. But she would make you wait, she wanted you desperate for those three words, because who would your Panther be if she didn't opt for control over vulnerability?
Shuri’s fingers dove deeper into your throat, compressing your windpipe in her palm as she watched you wince under the pressure and pain, “Say it like you mean it.”
“I'm s-so f-fucking gorgeous.” A choked response, but you smiled anyway, marveling at your naked frame in the reflective surface before shower steam fogged the glass. You did mean it; you believed it.
“Yes, you are.” She kissed your neck after releasing you, allowing you to inhale.
Without a word, she was pulling your hair into a high ponytail, unable to resist pressing another kiss to your nape. She breathed you in with a loud sigh before spinning you to face her. “Now come on.”
Her eyes were practically melted balls of brown peering down at you, the softest she'd permitted them to be in weeks, and you appreciated it wholeheartedly. Electricity thrilled through both of your bodies when she laced your hands together, and she shot you a knowing wink that rocketed your heart’s pumping.
Shuri pulled the misty shower door open, stepping in first to stable you. “Easy, baby.”
Her arms were looped around your waist the second you stood under the streaming water, and Shuri was reeling you in against her chest, supple lips finding your earlobe. “I'm letting you have your shower, why are you still angry with me?”
You sighed. You supposed your uncertainty could be misinterpreted as anger; it was quite palpable, and being confined to these shatterable walls could certainly increase the pressure your emotions emitted. “Not angry with you.”
Shuri moved mechanically for your washcloth and favorite mango-lime body wash, her lengthy inhale audible when she popped the cap behind you. “Okay. But you are upset about something, no?”
“Why do you think that?”
She swiped the lathered rag across your sore back, massaging your tired muscles with sensuous force. Your body cautioned you against the building moans creeping up the back of your throat, but at the moment, you couldn't care, their blare would just have to come forth. Shuri's hands all over you as she scrubbed you clean, the permeating aroma of your fruity soap, and damn, the drumming droplets of tepid water beating down on your chest were much too pleasurable to swallow any sound wishing to escape you.
Suds trickled down your shoulders, running over your bitten breasts, tickling you as you stalked the white foam on its race down your stomach with a smile.
“Because, I know you best…” You could hear the smirk in her delayed reply, and it took the remainder of your strength not to scoff.
She turned you without effort, seizing hold of your gentle eyes. Shuri’s face showcased genuine concern as she stripped your bones bare with the pretty twinkle in her stare. Her lips met your collarbone, wiping little kisses into your wet skin with her gaze still on yours. “And I always know when something is feeding on your mind.”
She dabbed the cloth between your boobs, beneath them, and your neck launched backward with a deep hum. The shower head stormed your flexing shoulder blades while Shuri ran the rag through your rolls, atop your curves, waking a broken whine when she sponged your tender hip a little too hard.
“If you know me s-so well, then you should know exactly what's on my mind, right Princess?”
Her eyes became slits in front of yours, and you watched a slow grin creep across her perfect face. “Sit. I need to wash your legs.”
“I can do that myself.” You objected just because; you knew Shuri would never allow it.
“I said sit.”
You did as you were told, easing yourself onto the built-in seat in the corner, eyeing her ass as she moved for the detachable shower head. “Thought you didn't like to repeat yourself.”
Your giggle made her shake her head, but her smirk existed there, on her pretty plump lips. Shuri kneeled, using the hoes to spray you with water. The heated spritz dissolved the suds sitting on you, and you relaxed, flattening your back against the wall with your legs spread wide.
She moved lower with the water, wetting your core carefully, stopping when you hissed under the sensation. “Is that too much?”
“S'okay.” You nodded. “Not you on your knees for me, Princess.”
Shuri grinned, replacing the shower head with the soaked washcloth before waving the soft material down your legs. “The view is perfect from down here.”
“Mmm.”
“Have I told you how much I love these?” Her hot mouth meshed with the thick expanse of your large thighs, pecking and licking your skin.
“Can't remember.”
She grabbed your shin, stretching your entire leg out and cupping it in her delicate palm, allowing her lips to wander. “Guess I must refresh your memory then, huh?”
“Mhmm.”
“I love your thighs,” An open mouth kiss burrowed into your legs, and Shuri hummed into your skin. “So beautiful, so perfect.”
Her tongue was on the climb, purling the beads of water covering you like a thirsty feline. She suckled the insides of your sprawled thighs, inching closer and closer to your throbbing heat, causing you to whimper aloud; you wouldn't even stop her if she decided it was to be her final destination.
You could tell she sensed your willingness, despite how used you felt already, and just like your uncertainty, her pride blossomed fervently in the fog. But, her mouth skipped your center entirely, drifting shamelessly to your waist. “These hips, this waist, sthandwa, Bast, if only you knew what they do to me.”
“Tell me.” Your desperation enticed her.
“I love every dip in your skin, every dent, every dimple. Being allowed to feel your wonderful curves increases my heart rate, especially now, after all the time we've spent apart. I’m hardly even worthy of this pleasure.” Shuri whispered her convictions into your cellulite.
You enjoyed when she got like this, lost in you, and in your body; you missed it. “Damn Princess, I got you like that for real?”
Shuri's lips shifted to your cushioning tummy, her teeth nibbling on your stretch marks long enough to quell her insatiable hunger for you. “You're the only person able to make me feel the things I do. You create storms inside of me, baby, fierce storms.”
“That's crazy.” You were cheesing, staring beyond the beauty of her soul as her mouth ascended to the valley of your breast: one peck, two pecks, three.
“Fuck, I love your beautiful breasts. I’m sure you know this already, hmm?” Her eager mouth latched onto your perky right nipple, swirling around the erect little nub with devotion. “Don't you know this?”
Shuri switched to the left ahead of the answer she sought as an award, distributing an equal amount of care to this bud as well. She watched you thrash from the ecstasy she brought on, listened for your small cries above her with a pleasant smile. “Every sound I elicit from you is like a symphony, pretty girl. I love it all.”
“Look at these, sthandwa.” Just like earlier, she paid special attention to the pigmented love bites staining your heaving chest. “I think I outdid myself with these.”
Shuri slid her tongue over your shoulder, sucking and kissing the divots forged by her canines; this one she took her time admiring. “Mmm, my favorite one. This isn't going away anytime soon.”
“You like marking me up.”
She stood, towering over you with lustful eyes, leaning in to capture your parted mouth. “I love marking you up. You're beautiful.”
Although she placed you peacefully on cloud nine, your mistrust remained. Shuri loved your thighs. Shuri loved your hips, your curves, your breasts; spitting out these confessions bred no hardship for her, yet still, she withheld the sole confession you craved.
“All done?” She questioned tauntingly with a smirk, and you nodded, waiting in your spot for her to finish her own shower before the raining water came to an abrupt halt.
“Hand.” You wasted not a second giving her your fingers to hold, and she steadied you on your feet. She swaddled you in your fuzzy towel once outside, trapping your wet mouth between hers for a long kiss, and like clockwork, you moaned into her accepting throat. It was then that she pulled away, matching your simper for a few beats before you shied away. “Let's get my lovely girl dressed, hmm?”
“Okay.”
•••
“Shuri that tickles, oh my god!” Your little giggles egged her on; the Princess found herself on her knees for you once again as she smoothed your fragrant cocoa butter into your rich skin, taking to the way the lotion dissolved into your feet with enlarged pupils.
“Yeah?” She smiled, biting her lip. Shuri was prettiest like this, with her guards lowered, doing the thing she loved more than her lab excursions: tending to you. “Do you want me to stop, entle?”
You shook your head, exposing the depths of your dimples to the striking woman kneeling for you, relinquishing yourself to her, and her gratifying touch. Shuri kneaded your legs expertly and intentionally, working out the tension birthed from her nefarious behavior. And it came quickly, the pleasure rush prompted to loosen your tight muscles. Her fingers were magic; she was magic.
Your sensual keens carried, filling the air as Shuri’s stimulating hands took care of you. “You're okay, right baby?”
“Mhmm.” You sucked in a sharp breath.
“And you’d tell me if it gets to be too much?”
You were panting, your body becoming a pool of limp limbs around the building pressure. “It's perfect. I-I promise.”
“Good. You deserve nothing less.”
She concluded the massage with a string of kisses on each glossy thigh to cement her obsession into your flesh. Shuri then assisted you in getting ready for bed. She helped you into your silk, lace-trimmed nightgown whispering sweet praises into your neck, the warmth of her words bristling your stray curls. “I'm so proud of you. You did so well for me tonight. From start to finish baby, you were perfect.”
She secured your headscarf neatly on your head, “Not too tight?”
“No.”
And then she tucked you into your sheets before nestling in beside you; a practiced routine ingrained in her.
You lay facing Shuri, fingers trailing her face as she watched you in the dark. Her beauty could be deemed unsettling; you did deem it so. So much of it consumed you, but you could never tire of the sense of serenity that overcame you when you stared into her sunken brown eyes. Shuri's beauty could very well be enough to make you forget that this time with her wasn't forever promised. “You're so pretty, Shuri.”
“I know.”
There lived something else on her tongue, but voicing it proved to be challenging. “Say what you're thinking, Princess.”
“I-I missed your sheets. Missed how the scent of your laundry detergent always clings to me after I lay beside you in them.”
You hummed lowly; this may have been a truth, but it was not the one gnawing at her brain. Rarely did your Panther get choked up, so it was fair to say Shuri fought her words now, out of stubbornness. The two of you knew what she wanted to say, and you knew she hoped your awareness would suffice, but you refused to let her get off so easily, not after tonight, not after everything.
“Shuri.”
She kissed your cheek before engulfing you and rooting her curls into your beating heart. “I know.”
“Then say it.”
“I will.” Shuri pressed her lips into your sternum, the action barring you from fighting your slumber any longer. Her warmth lulled your aching bones, your tender flesh, and you let those tired eyes of yours flutter shut, capturing one last image of her cuddling you before allowing yourself to dive.
•••
Sun rays woke you up, making you roll on your side to dodge the light spilling through your curtains. Ultimately the wrong move, because you ached still. You let weak fingers course your sides, slowly, gently, flinching when they swept a particularly sore spot. “Fuck you, Shuri.”
As the quiet mumble left your mouth, you realized, her side of the mattress was barren. The only proof that she'd lain with you being the dent she left in her wake, one that had now run cold. Her departure wasn't the least bit surprising though, it was predictable if anything.
You weren't hurt by it either, what you felt now was disappointment, and in yourself nonetheless. Because you’d fallen right back into Shuri. And for a fleeting moment, when she tangled herself into you last night, you did away with your doubt and permitted belief. Belief that you’d wake up in her embrace, belief that just maybe, the sex could spawn some sort of new beginning for the two of you. A silly thought apparently.
You rolled your eyes with a groan. Attempting to sit up was a bust, your back stung at the movement, and gravity sank her claws into you pulling you right back into your bed.
“Did you just attempt to get up?” Fuck. It should be embarrassing. You should be embarrassed at the way you responded to that amused accent wafting through the air. It yanked you forward with a quickness, forcing you to ignore your tired muscles screaming for you to lay back down.
Shuri sauntered closer to you, a tower of identifiable boxes filling her fists. When she reached the velvet ottoman perched in front of your bed, she sat them down, eyeing you brazenly.
Her smirk, another thing recognizable; Shuri revered the way you fought your pain just to look at her.
You scolded yourself, but ultimately in vain because once she beckoned you forth with that finger, you were crawling, making your way to the foot of the bed amidst the protests of your tendons.
She strangled your jaw, tilting your head upwards so your eyes would connect. “So good for me.”
You nodded, hoping she'd notice your puckered lips coated in and dripping desperation. “Aww, would my good girl like a kiss?”
“Yes.”
Shuri’s fingers tunneled into your cheeks, adding to the entire body ache you were suffering through, but you couldn't care if you tried. It was worth it; a kiss from those lips could mend it all. “Okay.”
She blew the word into your mouth as she leaned in, weaving her soft lips into your anxious ones passionately. You whimpered, realizing you were right — Shuri's kiss did hold the power to alleviate your pain.
The longer she kept her tongue in your mouth, the looser you felt, akin to the sea, and its shapelessness, just simply flowing. But, your euphoria only lasted for so long. Your steady tides were submersive, and she could no longer breathe, so she pulled away, breaking the kiss and earning a whine from you as she came up for air.
“You're insatiable.” She mocked, admiring your pout.
You huffed, allowing your eyes to meander away from hers and down to the boxes she brought in. “What are these?”
“Peace offerings.”
Your dimples popped out, and you gasped. “For me?”
“No, for Riri.” Shuri sat on the ottoman, glancing over her shoulder at you playfully with a sarcastic chuckle. “Of course they're for you, baby. Now are you going to open them?”
You reached for one of the boxes, positioning it in front of you, excitement brewing in your chest as you undid the ribbon, “When did you have time to get these anyway?”
“Does that matter?”
Your grumble was hardly disguised, but you refused to let her snark get to you now, not when there was a cloaked Chanel resting atop your comforter, and another two designer bags just centimeters away. When you lifted the box’s lid, you became acquainted with the familiar pearl-shaded wrapping paper that bundled the purse, unfolding it carefully so as to not rip it.
The paper crinkled in your fingers, falling away from the dust bag housing your anticipated prize. You sensed Shuri’s anxious eyes on your hands, their restlessness strengthening the longer you took to unravel the luxury purse laying dormant inside its packaging. It was quite cute, to say the least, the way she seemed eager for your approval of her choice, and it made you giggle.
You slipped the handbag out finally, allowing your fingers to dawdle across the light blue lambskin leather, fascination guiding their touch. It was a beautiful piece, though you expected nothing less. The gold hardware held most of your attention as you grazed it with your thumb, inspecting the chain, and reminiscing on last night's car ride, a reminder still engraving your wrists.
“Well?”
You smiled at her, getting lost in her frenzied brown eyes, “It's very pretty.”
“And do you like it?” She pressed.
You dipped your head, “I do.”
“Good. Now open the others please.”
Shuri observed as you unboxed the other two purses she bought with a delighted little grin; she was always proud of herself when her gifts made you happy. The second one was a sand-colored Cannage Lambskin Lady Dior Bag, and the last a YSL Sunset Chain Bag in the shade Noir. She also tossed in two pairs of Prada sunglasses you'd been eyeing, how she found out about them was beyond you.
“Shuri,” You were deep in thought before you raised your head from her chest. “How much did all that shit cost?” The two of you had been cuddling in your bed for over thirty minutes, and you just couldn't get the calculations off your mind.
She laughed a little, peering into your curious eyes, “Why? You've never cared about a price tag before.”
She was right, you were never one to worry about prices when purchasing any item, and you certainly never cared when it was Shuri’s pockets being emptied. But, a singular medium Chanel classic flap was well over ten thousand dollars... “What's the occasion?”
“Does there need to be one?” She laughed again, noting your annoyance through your slanted eyes. “Consider them an apology, for the one I broke last night. I was saving them for your birthday, but giving them to you now seemed more appropriate.”
“And I'm post to consider them that ‘I love you’ I been waiting on too?” At this point, you were over her little game of dangling what you wanted right in your face without ever letting you actually have it, and a few purses couldn't make that vexation disappear.
God, she was so fucking patronizing with that stupid smirk. You wanted to peel yourself from the wicked way she enveloped your sensitive skin, to slip her caressing hand from underneath your nightgown where she stroked circles into your back; you wanted to scream in her face, but you didn't, because you couldn't, and you grew even more agitated by your own weakness.
“Impatient girl.”
Your eyes rolled when her lips landed on your forehead, “How much longer I gotta wait for you to say it Shuri? If this ain't what I think it is,” You gestured between the two of you, “You gotta let me know now. Ion wanna embarrass myself more than I already did.”
“And what do you think this is? What do you think we are?”
“Don't fuck–” She tutted as a warning, but this time you refused to heed it. “Don't fucking play with me Shuri. Be serious for like two seconds, I know that's some challenging shit for you, but just try, humor me.”
She sighed, pulling you back to her chest after you tried pushing away, “You know the entire reason I came here was because I missed you.” She blew a light laugh before continuing. “I didn't think I would, because I didn't think I'd even get the chance to. I figured maybe you'd last a few days, a week at most, before you were back in my bed. But damn it, pretty girl, you don't fucking play fair.”
“Shuri…”
“Hush baby, I need to say this.” You nodded for her to carry on. “Three months. You made me go three months without your smile, without your laugh, your touch. Fuck, three whole months without your smell, sthandwa. Waking up and not having my eyes land on you in my sheets was excruciating. It was also very humbling to say the least. And then I show up here to win you back, only to see you were moving on, with her. Bast I fucking hated that, I hated seeing her touch what was mine.”
You listened wordlessly to Shuri’s monologue, eyes wide, bulging, brimming. “I loathed the way you would giggle for her, because I can tell when you're really laughing. And you always were with her, every night she walked you to the front door, I heard the authenticity in it. I used to make you laugh that way, I used to be the only one able to. And that day I came home to the sight of her… i-inside of you, I quite literally wanted to die right there. The visual of that, it cut me so fucking deep, and I knew I was done letting you slip further away from me.”
You chewed your lip, ingesting Shuri's words for a moment before offering up some of your own, “Do you know why I broke up with you, Shuri?”
“Because I'm an asshole. Because I'm selfish. Because I won't ever change. And you were tired of me not realizing how much the shit I do affects you.” She spoke it with a cocky smile that should churn your stomach, but everything she did and said just had to be sexy. Fuck her.
She did a pretty good job of understating the speech you spewed the day you ended things, leaving out the part where you tossed your Kimoyo beads at her head. “That's not it.”
“It's not?”
You shook your head, “I wanted that to be the reason, but I knew deep down that it wasn't.”
Her hot palm rubbing your back stuttered for a second before continuing, “Then what was?”
“You are an asshole, but I was lying to you and to myself when I said I cared about that. I knew I should've, but I didn't, and I don't. I don't give a damn about how you treat people who aren't me, Shuri. I love knowing that my feelings are the only ones that matter to you. I love knowing that I’m your world. I know that makes me selfish, but I don't care about that either.”
Her hand stopped completely after your admission, and she gazed down at you, perplexed, “So… you broke up with me because you didn't like who I was turning you into?”
“But that's the thing Shuri, you didn't turn me into anyone who I wasn't already. And I guess breaking up with you was my stupid way of trying to run from that realization. How could I blame you for being who you were when your entire personality was the main reason I was drawn to you when we first met? You saw how fast I left my ex for you.”
Her chuckle reverberated through your entire body, “Wow. And I had to fuck your pretty little brains out in front of what's her name for you to finally admit this?”
“Oh my god, you're so unserious. The only things I'm admitting to are still loving you, and still wanting to b-be with you.” You stammered a little, you hadn't wanted to repeat the L word before you heard it leave her lips first, but you were practicing vulnerability now, the very thing you accused Shuri of not expressing, so it was out.
“You're mine,” Shuri reached beside her on your side table, retrieving a flat beige box you seemed to have missed amongst the others. “You know that?”
You nodded your head against her racing heart, “You belong to me, solely mine. And I am yours, I will belong to you for as long as I am able to draw breath. These are indubitable truths, thando-iwam.” (my love)
“Damn Shuri, all I wanted was a lil ‘I love you too’ or something, yo dramatic ass always doing too fucking much.” You giggled, choking back a sob.
She pushed the top open, revealing the Kimoyo bead bracelet that once adorned your wrist, and you shook your head at her ironic nature. “I do love you,” She lifted your wrist that lined her torso, attaching her watering mouth to the eye-catching lilac bruise dwelling on the spot for a few seconds, and then, she slid her creation around it, appreciating the fact that the bracelet was now back where it belonged. “What I don't love is that vulgar mouth of yours.”
“Whatever.”
“Sit up and look at me.” When your eyes fastened to hers, she clasped your face in her palms tenderly. “I love you. I exist for you. Understand?”
“Yes.”
She leaned in, this kiss sheltering a whirlwind of emotions, a whirlwind of want, and the sweetest hint of evanescence. But you knew, and Shuri knew, that the feelings disbursed between the pair of you were not the kind to ever vanish.
“So, what's this I hear about a birthday trip?” Her lips curved ever so slightly in her whisper, making you laugh.
“How do you know about that?”
“Doesn't matter how I know, what concerns me is the invitation I didn't receive. But, I'm willing to move past this transgression. I know you had sooo much going on these past three weeks, I could never blame you for forgetting me.” She bit her lip with that daring look in her eyes, making you scoff at her boldness.
You settled into Shuri's chest again, with her hand slithering its way back under your silk sleepwear, eager to perform against your blazing skin once more. “You're so damn aggravating.”
“Yeah, I know. Now tell me, on which tropical island will you be allowing me to do even more sinful things to your perfect body?”
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prinxeali · 1 year
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Bittersweet
One shot: ShurixBlack!fem!reader
Summary: Honestly just the reader and Shuri being sickeningly sweet.
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“Shuri! What are you doing up there! Come down this instant.” You call from the mine entrance, glaring up at your lover who was straddling the muzzle of the panther carved into the mountain. With grace and ease she slides down the front of the carvings face and lands on her feet, directly in front of you.
“I was fine, you’ll give yourself a headache worrying about me so much.” She says, brushing past you. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your features as you watched her walk back into her lab. “It’s my job to protect you, don’t you remember?” You reply, picking up your pace to catch up with her. Shuri walks over to her lab station and flops down into her chair “How could I forget, I wake up to you fussing and at this point I can’t sleep if you don’t fuss at me.” She scoffs spinning around in her seat, her head thrown back as she watches the room spin. “In other words, you love it when I fuss.” You say standing in front of her chair and grabbing her knees bringing both of them to a halt.
Shuri smiles at you mischievously and lifts her legs to wrap around your waist, tugging you closer. “It's adorable. But I can't lie; seeing you angry is much hotter,” she teases, putting her arms around your neck. You roll your eyes before sliding your hands underneath her thighs and lifting her from the chair; your fingers clasped securely underneath her butt. She melts instantly in your arms, her face cradled in your neck, as her body goes virtually limp against you.
“Are you sure you're 25?” you joke lightly, tightening your hold on her lithe frame. “You make me feel young and safe. “ she speaks softly against your neck before pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder. “I guess I'm doing something right then”.
There's a blissful moment of silence between the two of you. The warm weight of her in your arms soothes you. A constant reminder that she's real and alive. All these sweet thoughts run through your mind like a river threatening to spill from your lips, that is, until you're interrupted by a snore. A snore you'd undoubtedly recognize as Shuri’s.
“Spoiled,” you mumble under your breath before gathering a few of Shuri’s personal belongings from the lab and making her way to her bedroom. Of course, you can't enter the room without earning strange looks from guards outside her quarters. You smile awkwardly and nod your head to let them know that their queen is safe and sound... Sound asleep that is.
You carefully push open the doors and walk over to her bed. After checking her room, a habit of yours since the fight with Namor. You carefully place the woman in the bed. Almost instantly she whines and begins feeling around in the cold sheets for you. “Sleep with me” she mumbles, turning her body in your direction. Her eyes were hardly able to stay open and judging by the saliva on the corners of her mouth, there was likely a large wet spot on your uniform.
“No, my love. I have obligations.” You reason with her, pulling the blankets over her body. “Yes. Me. I am your obligation.” she says with a pout, crossing her arms and kicking off the blankets. The room was dark but the stern look on your face was clear enough to put an end to her little tantrum. Shuri sighs defeated and turns over on her side “Go and work then since it's of such great importance.” she says with a dismissive wave. The disappointment in her voice fills your heart with guilt.
You cave and kick off your shoes, climbing into the bed behind her, still allowing her space to come to you if she so chooses to. Not even a second later, Shuri is pressing herself against your side like a needy house cat. “My princess,” you whisper, playing with the soft curls atop her head. “I don't mean to be a brat. I just...I miss you.” her words are barely audible, but each one is like a dagger to the heart. You don't reply with words. Instead, you tilt her chin up and press the softest kiss to her lips.
You had Shuri had your unique language. You understand each other on a deeper level. It was almost eerie how well you understood each other. Shuri wouldn't have to say a word, but you always knew when she was tired or hungry, when she was sick or angry, when she was unhappy, or if she had a painful memory. Even when apart the two of you naturally gravitated to one another for comfort.
“Tomorrow. I'm taking off for the week. We can spend it doing whatever we want.” you state with a smile. Shuri’s face lights up like a star and she pulls you into what could've easily been the strongest and tightest hug you've ever received. After what feels like ages she releases you and rolls over on top of you. “Let's start early,” she says with a smirk. You know that face, and nothing good ever comes of it.
“Shuri no. I still have to work tonight” you say holding her arms against her chest which proved to be futile, you're no match for the Black Panther. She twists her arms from your grasp and tosses off her shirt before reaching out to unzip your suit. “Shuri!” you call out, unable to suppress the laughter bubbling up in your chest. “What? I promise it'll be fast and I won't leave marks” she says pulling your suit down your shoulders. “You always say that and I come out looking like I've been in a bar fight with a cat.” you groan in defeat and allow Shuri to undress you. Shuri makes a quiet cry of victory and leans down to kiss the side of your neck sinking her teeth into your shoulder just enough to bruise. You sigh and tilt your head back giving her space, your fingers sinking into her lips, undoubtedly leaving marks of your own.
She whimpers and looks down at you, her bottom lip jutted out in a pout. “Don't grab me so tight, you'll leave bruises” she complains half-heartedly. “Oh shut up, you love them,” you say, pressing down into one finger-shaped bruise on her thigh. She hisses in both pain and pleasure then grinds her hips against your stomach. “I guess you're right. It's been a while since I've gotten new ones though. Make me your Canvas.” she says pulling her bra over her head and dropping it off the side of the bed. Your eyes darkened dangerously before you flipped Shuri onto her back, leaving her completely at your mercy beneath you. You took the opportunity to completely rid yourself of your uniform.
The country's mightiest warrior, pinned underneath you like a prey animal begging to be devoured. Your necklace hangs tantalizingly between your breasts as you hover over her. Shuri lifts her head just enough to take your necklace between her teeth, her eyes dark with lust. “Eat me” she commands, dropping the jewelry from between her lips in favor of running her tongue up your neck.
Who were you to disobey your Queen?
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Note: Imma be foreal, I opened my brain and this fell out. I ain’t mad at it tho. I’ve got some school projects to finish but I’ll try to update Growing to love as soon as I can.
Mwah 💙✨
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pocketsizedpanther · 1 year
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CONSIDER:
Rapper!Shuri 👀👀
Shuri goes on tour & reader gets front row seats. Shuri spots her in the audience & spends most of the show performing directly to her. Shuri then invites reader backstage 👀👀👀
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an1meslvt · 1 year
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tags: shuriri x blackfemreader
warnings: smutty tings (18+), bdsm themes, strapslinger! shuriri :) it’s not much y’all 😭 not really proof read :(
translations: xhosa: usana-baby
summary: you’re bored out of your mind. shuri and riri has a game for you! :)
“y’all i’m bored.” you whined with a big pout. shuri and riri both made a slight noise letting you know that they heard you. you let out another whine, stomping over to them across the lab. “we heard you the first time usana, but you’ll manage until we’re done.” shuri said as she mixed various chemicals together.
“you said you’d be done an hour ago.” you deadpanned, causing riri to let out a light chuckle. “you more than welcome to go home and wait for us, ma. you the one that begged us to come here.” you gave riri a stank face and smacked your teeth, which caused her to look at you sternly. you mumbled out a quick “sorry.” before frowning, making her hum in satisfaction.
“but i’ll just be bored there tooooo.” you were being very dramatic. “y/n! if you so bored then come over here and help me with these equations.” riri spoke, looking at you expectingly. you raised your eyebrows and scratched the back of your neck. “now see ian that bored.” you said walking back to your seat. riri let out a faint “exactly.” before continuing with her work.
𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷���𖧷
so it’s been 2 more hours and luckily you kept yourself occupied by touring the castle with the dora milaje and you may or may not have been pissing okoye off on purpose.(teehee) but like…you wanted to go home. and i know y’all thinking ‘ain’t y’all home the castle?’ well, i mean-yea but- like the place y’all stay is like on royal grounds but it’s not connected to the castle but it is at the same time- ykw, you know what i’m tryna say.
either way, you wanted to go home and chill with your girlfriends. yk watch a lil tv, eat sum food, drink sum wine, fuck maybe- you know…what one does when they’re at home. and you can’t do nun of those things while they here in the lab, so you had to wait.
“griot, alert y/n that we are almost ready to leave for home, we’re packing up now.” shuri said as she gathered things to put in her bag. “yes my queen.” just then, your kimoyo beads lit up, making you and okoye stop walking. “goddess y/n, shuri and riri are ready to leave, you may head back to the lab.”(she updated his programming so he can call you goddess)“thank you griot, tell them i’ll be right down.” you said before walking to the lab with okoye.
“do you think she was bored or just horny?” riri asked shuri, gathering her things as well. shuri let out a light laugh before speaking. “honestly, knowing her, it’s both, but probably one more than the other.” riri nodded in agreement. “we’ll see when we get home.”
𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷
now you guys are at home, watching tv in the living room. “hmm this showing is kinda boring.” you said laying back against the couch. riri nodded and turned the tv off. “ok well what do you wanna do then.” you shrugged your shoulders, genuinely out of ideas.
shuri then came up with an idea. “how about we play a little game?” you and riri focused your attention on shuri, implying for her to go on. “back in wakanda, we used to play a game, similar to what you americans call seven up. only difference is, if you didn’t guess the right person, you’d get punished.”
“and what would that be?” you said, now very intrigued. shuri smirked before speaking, her accent strong. “the losers would have to give up their favorite toy” riri was catching on to where shuri was going with this. “so basically what shuri is saying is that we’re going to play our own little version of seven up. you guess who’s touching you and if you get it right you get a reward, if you get it wrong we stop and you get punished.”
you stopped and thought for a moment. this was a pretty cool idea and you were almost confident that you would win. shuri and riri had completely different ways of pleasuring you, all while still giving you what you crave. shuri was of course dominant and rough but could be gentle and sensual if she wanted to. riri was kinda the same but a bit different.
she could be rough and dominant like shuri but most of the time she could care less about allat, she just wanted to hear your pretty moans and to see you cum by any means necessary. so you were certain you had this down pact, buttt, you didn’t want it to be that easy. you loved a challenge and you already decided to say the wrong person on purpose at some point to see what type of punishment they would give. how fun this was going to be. “alright, deal.”
𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷
you found yourself in a pretty reoccurring position. your hands cuffed to the headboard rails and a blindfold over your eyes. “alright baby, we’re about to start. you remember your safe word?” shuri asked, setting out various toys. “yes, it’s blue.” you said impatiently. they both hummed in agreement before riri spoke.
“mhm, and what’s our colors baby?” she asked getting everything else set up. “green, orange, and red, which means good, slow down, and stop or not doing well.” you said. riri and shuri smiled. “that’s good, baby. you ready?” riri asked. you nodded in excitement, causing them to laugh.
there was a pause in conversation before you felt someone get in the bed with you. their hands slid up and down your thighs before forcing them open. their fingers had rings on them. ‘ok this could be shuri or riri, i gotta be smart about this.’ you thought to yourself.
you felt their head lower until their lips met your lower ones. you let out a gasp of pleasure as their tongue plunged through your entrance. so, the easy way for you was gone. you knew it could be shuri if you felt her curly hair on your lower stomach, but she had it braided back…damn her.
so now what do you do? you didn’t wanna get punished this early. as whoever was between your legs, they reached up to squeeze your breast. bingo, it was riri. she always grabbed your breast as she ate you out. “it’s-shit- it’s you, riri! oh fuck i’m gonna cum!” you moaned, grinding on riri’s face.
once you came in riri’s mouth, she came up and gave you a kiss. “good job baby! let’s make this a little harder, yea?” shuri spoke, coming over to you. she uncuffed you from the bed and flipped you over in ass up face down. “now since it’s only two of us that’s an advantage for you…and we can’t have you winning too easy, right riri?” riri nodded in agreement.
“exactly. we can’t just let you win, ma.” with that, they both got out of bed to grab the rest of the toys. you felt something slid into you. omg it was the vibranium dildo shuri made for you. it felt so so good. now all you had to figure out was who was using it on you. just then you felt a high vibration on your clit, stroking it lightly.
“oh my-fuck! mmm shit- i don’t know who’s doing what!” you yelled, getting very overwhelmed. “you gotta tell us something baby. unless you don’t wanna cum.” riri said. you could hear their voices but you couldn’t tell who was pleasuring you in each way.
‘ok…now it’s time to take a wild guess.’ you thought. “ok um…shuri you’re using the vibe? i don’t fucking know!” you could care less at this point. you heard a tsk of disappointment. ‘oh shit.’ you thought. the blindfold was removed from your face and turned you over so you could see what was going on. riri was using the vibe and shuri was using the dildo….you’re in trouble.
“so 50 spanks and no cumming for a week?” shuri suggested to riri. riri nodded. “sounds fair.” she said, taking off your hand cuffs. “ you get five minutes to rest, then it’s punishment time!” shuri said a little too excited. “awe shit.” you’re in for it.
𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷
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author: i hope y’all enjoyed this! it’s not much and it’s a bit rushed but i tried my best! thank you to @prettymuchboodup for requesting this! 💕🫶🏾
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letitiasleftfoot · 11 months
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Y’all literally need to fuckin stop. All u anons hidin an sayin all this shit to the best writers need to be quiet. Cuz 1 why tf y’all hiding y’all got so much confidence to say it privately. An 2 these people be giving and giving the best stories and y’all sittin here treatin and talking shit abt them. They are literally some of the nicest people and they don’t deserve this. Y’all r pushing them away an making them quit or switch platforms. Like y’all may not miss them but a whole lot of people including me will. So to all u people sayin shit anonymously, y’all better sit tf down an humble yourself, and shut the fuck up. Cuz I’m sick an tired of seeing my fav writers gettin shitted on by people who don’t deserve them and don’t have the balls to say it without hiding
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axailslink · 1 year
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Working on it ☺️
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nzia-writes · 1 year
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The lineup for a Shuri X Fem ?
I wanna make a tag list for all the fics coming y’all way, reason why I ask in advance. 😭
But baby this is about to be….yeah.
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