#vibranium strap

[tittiesnletitia]

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[mermaidchansons]

Touch Me

dom!Shuri x brat!Fem reader

Summary: Reader is feeling neglected as Shuri takes on responsibilities as both the Black Panther and the leader of the Design Group. Instead of talking it out, she tries to get Shuri’s attention in other ways.

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ only! WLW SMUT!!!

Author’s Note: First time writing some wlw smut! I will never get over Shuri’s undercut, she’s too fucking sexy. Guess how many times I’ve seen BPWF?

Taglist: @tchallasbabymama @tgigoldie @muse-of-mbaku @chaneajoyyy @ghostfacekill-monger @soufcakmistress @szalipcombo @tchhairbandhere

Translations: sthandwa (my love), uxolo (sorry), nkosazana (princess)

“Griot, what is Shuri’s location?” Yawning, you stretched your body to shake off the sleep.

“The panther is in a meeting with the Design Group, in the lab.”

Turning on your side, you reached out your hand to the empty side of the bed and took in the coldness on the silk sheets.

“Thank you, Griot,” you sighed.

Being in a relationship with the leader of Wakanda’s design group was not always easy. Shuri had no set schedule, it was not like a 9-5 where she would have time to wind down and spend time with you like clockwork. She was constantly working on some new invention or approving blueprints or improving old tech. Your initial attraction to her was mostly because of how crazy intelligent she was(but also because of how sexy her smile was). However, now her intelligence was getting in the way of you two spending time together. And it had only become worse once she restored the mantle of the Black Panther. She would leave meals early or eat them in the lab while she worked; leave for the lab at 4am when she woke up with a new idea.

For a whole week, she hadn’t even been in bed when you drifted off to sleep. The big plush bed felt empty at night. And the only way you knew she’d slept next to you was because the imprint of her big head was left on her pillow. Frustration had already begun to creep up your back as she had barely touched you in almost two weeks. How could she train your body to yearn for her touch and deny you the release that you’ve missed? You had to do something about this.

You walked into the entrance of the lab, saluting the Dora Milaje on guard as you passed them by. The Dora was always so strong and graceful, characteristics you wished you possessed. You made a mental note to take Okoye up on those sparring lessons she once offered. Griot announced you as you walked in.

“Panther, Y/N, daughter of Asante is here.” You chuckled as you looked at the yellow orb on the screen.

“Thank you, Griot” You stood next to Shuri as she wrote Wakandan code on an interface.

“Sthandwa, what are you doing in the lab? You never come in here unless I call you,” she mumbled, still too preoccupied with her work.

“That’s not true, you just don’t notice me,” you eyed her as she continued her work. “Shuri, stop for just a moment!”

She looked at the pout on your face and put the stylus down, swiping the interface away. Pulling you into a hug, she squeezed your waist and peppered your cheeks with kisses. You giggled and felt her smile against your cheek in between the pecks. And for a moment, it felt as if all was fine. Being in her arms once again made everything feel right. But you could not break now.

“What can I do for you, my love?” Shuri kissed your cheek once more before picking up her stylus once again. You missed her embrace as soon as she let go of you.

“You weren’t in bed this morning.”

“Uxolo, we had an early meeting.”

She walked to the other side of the lab and began to tinker with her gauntlets. Your brow furrowed with frustration. Why wasn’t paying attention to you?

“Maybe you should take a break. You could get away—“

“I can’t,” she shook her head, cutting you off, “I have a field mission in 48 hours and the reconfigurations on my suit must be done before I leave.”

“Shuri, you haven’t been in bed all week. I’m starting to think you might be cheating. I mean, you obviously don’t care about me,” you lied.

She set down her gauntlets and gave you a skeptical look. Your words were chosen with intent. If she wouldn’t pay attention to you when you were playing nice, you knew you’d have to get under her skin. You shrugged, smirking at her as she walked over to you. She leaned down to match your height, her lips dangerously close to your ear.

“I see what you’re trying to do, Y/N. Don’t make me have to discipline you in front of my staff.” Her threat made your core pool with desire and you choked down a moan when she moved to softly squeeze your throat.

“Nkosazana,” Shuri said lowly, keeping her eye out for onlookers, “ I know I’ve been busy and I miss you terribly but behave for me, okay?”

You nodded and she smiled, taking her hand from around your throat and holding your face gently.

“Good girl. Now go, I’ll meet you in the garden in an hour for brunch.” You squinted your eyes at her in suspicion and she chuckled.

“I’ll be there, go.” She turned you around by your waist and slapped your ass, making you jump a little.

“Okay, okay, I’m going!”

An hour and a half had passed when you grew impatient. Maybe there was a threat she had to tend to, you thought. But if that was true, one of the Dora would have alerted you.

Another 30 mins had passed and in that time you had counted the flowers in the garden twice. You had already picked over the food on the table and ultimately decided you were too upset to eat. A ping from your kimoyo beads pulled you from your thoughts.

“Y/n, the panther sends her apologies. She is attending a meeting with the tribal elders and will have to reschedule your brunch.”

Are you fucking kidding me?

You rolled your eyes and sighed loudly, “Thanks, Griot.”

You got up and gathered the rest of the food, taking the leftovers to the kitchen. Once back in your living quarters, you decided to do your hair. It had been a minute since you switched up styles and you needed to shake off this disappointment.

After setting up your workstation with packs of hair, a crochet needle, rubber bands, eco gel, and a rat tail comb, you put on your favorite show. The style you were going for was going to take quite some time and you were glad to have access to all the episodes; Shuri had created a VPN for your devices once you moved to Wakanda full time and you wasted no time putting it to good use. Raising your arm, you used your kimoyo beads to take a photo of your setup and sent it to Shuri. She opened the photo but didn’t respond.

10 hours later, your arms felt as heavy as bricks. Not even the food breaks in between could lessen the pain. The soreness had started to set in and your body wanted to give up. Section after section, you paved your way through your thick curls; taming them and finishing out the afro-bubble braids. After decorating your hair with gold adornments, you looked at the clock. 11:55 PM?!

One painful clothing change later, you stood in only your sweatshirt dress and stretched out your limbs.

“Griot, is Shuri still in the lab,” you asked, stepping into your slippers.

“Yes, y/n. She has asked not to be disturbed.”

Oh the fuck well, you thought to yourself. You planned on doing much more than just disturbing her.

The blaring drums of afrobeats sounded through the entrance of the lab. Turning the corner, you saw Shuri working intently. Her clothes were different than what she wore this morning. She wore a sleeveless black crop and a matching pair of joggers. Your eyes traced down her toned arms and caught sight of her exposed midriff. Memories of your bodies entwined in intimacy flooded your mind, causing your mouth to go dry.

“I can see you, nkosazana,” Shuri said, disrupting your thoughts of arousal.

You shuffled in and sat on her desk behind her.

“I thought I had Griot inform you that I did not want to be disturbed.”

“Eh, you missed our brunch so maybe this is payback?” She only chuckled in response and you crossed your arms in a huff. Swiping away the interface, she turned to face you. The look on her face as she walked towards you made your stomach tighten with anticipation.

“What would you have me do? Leave Wakanda to its own defenses with no tech to protect them? All because you’re a needy little brat?” You watched as she slid her hand up your calf.

“Well, I miss you when you’re not there—“ your breath hitched as she opened your legs, settling between your thighs. You watched her hands roam your thick thighs.

“You miss me? Or do you just miss my touch?” Shuri slipped her hands under your dress and gripped your hips; pulling you to the edge of the desk. She moved in closer, her lips just a whisper away from yours; silently challenging your sense of control.

“I just miss you.”

“Hm. Your hair looks beautiful. Did you do that just for me?”

You whispered a yes as her roaming hand finally reached the end of its journey, touching where you needed her most. She swiped a single digit up your dewy slit and you bit your bottom lip to quell a building moan.

“So wet for me already, sthandwa. Is this what you wanted,” she asked, rubbing painfully slow circles around the jewel between your lips. You nodded hastily and held onto the desk for dear life. She smiled widely at your movement.

“All you had to do was ask. Are you going to be good for me, Y/n?”

“Yes, yes, I’ll be good.” She took your words as a promise and lifted the dress over your head, leaving you exposed and dripping with desire. She grazed her hands over your breasts, kneading one of your erect nubs between her fingers. You moaned in delight at the feeling and crashed your lips into hers; nipping and sucking on her bottom lip.

Shuri pushed you back and you shivered from the coolness of the desk against your back. Her fingers returned to your pussy, inserting two fingers and pumping them in and out of your velvety walls. Your body clenched around her fingers as she built a steady pace. A loud whimper of her name escaped your mouth and echoed in the empty lab.

“You sound so beautiful when you say my name like that, sthandwa. Let me hear it again,” she practically moaned with you, reaching her free hand to grab something out of her desk. A buzzing noise sounded in your ears and you felt it before you could question it. Shuri moved the vibrator around your clit as she built up the pace of her fingers. The lewd squelching of your pussy was like heaven to her ears.

“Fuuuuuuck, I don’t think I can hold it, baby.” The vibrating on your clit was threatening to undo your very being. The build-up was beginning to be too much as the familiar coil in your middle continued to tighten. Your release was just within reach and you needed it desperately. Shuri leaned over you, kissing your neck and whispering into your ear.

“I want you to cum for me, nkosazana, but I don’t know if you deserve it,” Shuri uttered before moving down to take your left nipple in her mouth, sucking on it intently.

“Shuri, please!” Your back arched as her finger scissored in and out of you, hitting your g-spot. She trailed kisses along your chest before slowing her pace to a stop; taking the vibrator away as well. Your complaints fell on deaf ears and she grinned smugly. Your throbbing clit only added to your annoyance.

“Don’t give me that face. I told you about disobeying me,” she said, pulling you up to a sitting position. Shuri helped you put your dress back on, being mindful of your fresh braids.

“Baby, that’s not fair—“

“I don’t want to hear it. Now go sit over there. This last algorithm should only take a few minutes.” She lifted you off the desk, her hands lingering on your ass. You rested your face on her shoulder and groaned in discontent, causing her to laugh.

“If you would just behave, you wouldn’t be in this mess.”

Graphic Divider by @firefly-graphics

[wakandas-vibranium]

91% Function

Pairing: Shuri x Black Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, dirty talk, praise kink, vibranium strap, lesbian sex

Word count: 2.1k

Translations: Yeyona shit yesondo kakhulu endakha ndayifumana = That’s the sexiest shit I have ever seen, Hayi = No, Sithandwa = My love, Ndiyakudinga = I need you, Ukuya esihogweni kunye nehempe emhlophe = To hell with that short white man, Ewe, sithandwa sam. Ndiyazi = Yes, my love. I know, Molo kwintombazana yam entle = Hello to my beautiful girlfriend

A/N: Please like, comment, and share!

Your calmness slipped with each passing hour. Your girlfriend, Shuri, was supposed to be back from America hours ago. This was nothing new to you. Shuri traveled quite often, especially now that she was Black Panther, but she had been gone for 20 days, 11 hours, and 36 minutes.

You missed her terribly.

And you ached for her deep inside.

You both agreed not to pleasure yourselves until she returned. You were doing well until around day 10 when you discovered new footage of Shuri in Massachusetts, leaping across a tall building in her panther suit alongside Riri as they both took down a rogue CIA member.

Her swift, confident glides made you proud of her, but also frisky. You two have always had great sex, but since she took the heart-shaped herb, the sex shifted into something borderline astronomical. 

You tapped a bead on your kimoyo bracelet, admiring your half naked figure in the full-length mirror beside your bed as you waited for Shuri to answer.

“Molo kwintombazana yam entle.” Shuri answered on the third ring. 

“Where are you?” You blurted, unwilling to let her cuteness distract you. 

“I am about thirty minutes out from the river border.” 

“Thirty minutes?! Shuri, you were supposed to be here two hours ago.” 

“Ewe, sithandwa sam. Ndiyazi,” Shuri sighed, “I got caught up in a conversation with Agent Ross and lost track of time.” 

“Ukuya esihogweni kunye nehempe emhlophe!” You rolled your eyes, flopping dramatically onto the bed.

“Bast, (Y/N)!” Shuri admonished as she failed to contain her snickers. 

“Oh, you think it’s funny?” 

“Yes, you do get more agitated than usual when I am away for more than a week.” 

“Ndiyakudinga.” You whined.

“I need you, too. I apologize for being late. I will make it up to you.” 

“How?”

“With Riri’s help I was able to get the apparatus to 91% function. Figured we could test it when I arrive?” 

You sat up instantly on the bed, beyond impressed. You two had been throwing around ideas for improving the vibranium strap's versatility for a while now.

“Wow, 91%! So, that means there’s a good chance that—“

“—That you will feel what I feel and I will feel what you feel.” 

“Shit.” You cursed, moaning lightly as you rubbed yourself through your yellow lace panties. 

“Mhm.” 

“Bast, I don’t know which position we should try first.” You breathed, sliding your panties to the side for direct access.

“Well, hands and knees do seem to be your personal favorite.” She added, chuckling lightly. 

You spread your legs a little more before dipping a finger inside your slick hole. You could not wait any longer. Three weeks was your limit. You were a touch starved mess.

“Do not start without me, sithandwa.” 

“What? I’m not.” You lied.

“I can hear your finger sliding in and out of you, Y/N.” 

Damn, you forgot how much stronger her hearing was now. Oh, well. 

“You hear how wet I am for you?”

“Yes, I hear it,” Shuri purred, rubbing at her thigh to distract from the pulsation under her  pants, “I cannot wait to taste it.”

The sultry inflection of her voice was enough to drive you to slide a second finger in, moaning louder this time. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.” 

Shuri gasped, “I know you did not just add another fing—“ 

“—Mmm, it feels so good.” You cut her off, whimpering as you felt the edge nearing.

“Take your fingers out, Y/N. Now.” 

“Hayi.” You disobeyed. 

“No?” The sheer shock in Shuri’s voice would have made you laugh if circumstances were different. She sounded scandalized. 

“I’m about to cum, Shuri.” 

“Do you remember what happened the last time you were being a disobedient brat?” 

You did remember which is why you angled your two fingers and thrusted them faster inside you. Shuri had you calling on every god in existence that night. The memory alone had you throbbing.

“You better answer me, Y/N.” 

Your climax was approaching and little did Shuri know, she was talking you up and right through it. 

“Y/N.” Shuri repeated, growling into her kimoyo beads and that sent you over the edge. 

You came as hard and as loud as you wanted. Consequences be damned. You had been holding that in for three long ass weeks. The orgasm was nice, but without your girlfriend you were always left ravenous. Shuri was silent for a beat, listening to your ragged breaths and sinful moans. You shivered as you pulled your fingers out and brought them up to your mouth to lick them clean. 

“Prepare to take every inch I give you.” Shuri hissed. You could hear her breaths become harsher. Oooh, she was mad. Good. 

The last thing you heard was Shuri swearing and one of the Dora Milaje responding to Shuri's question about their whereabouts. 

“We will be home in seven mi—“

The combination of the abrupt silence and your girlfriend's last words sent a sweet chill down your spine. The thought of your impending punishment made you wetter. Even though, the icy tone of Shuri's warning had you swallowing the nervous lump in your throat. You knew she meant business. 

You sobbed a moan while hot tears started to pool in your eyes as you were denied yet another orgasm. Shuri pulled out of you just as you were about to bust. She left you lying there on your back as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed. 

She looked back at you, enjoying the drenched, sensitive mess spread out before her. Looking into her eyes, you could not suppress the ache and frustration you felt. For the fourth time, she has pushed you to the precipice, only to yank you back at the last second. You were going to wither away if you didn’t come soon. 

“Don’t look at me like that. You brought this on yourself.” She shrugged, looking down at the strap attached to her. She stroked it loosely as it was slick with your wetness. 

“Please let me cum.” You begged as you sat up on your knees. 

“Come to me.” Shuri called over her shoulder.

You crawled to the edge of the bed, stopping beside her. She turned her face toward you, grinning as she saw the desperation in your eyes. 

“Ride me until you cum.” She gestured for you to straddle her lap and you obeyed, moving with an eager quickness.

You both moaned softly as you eased your pussy down the length of the strap. The model was only at 91% and it was revealing to you both various levels of pleasure you thought were impossible to achieve.

You began to bounce slowly, but quickly found your pacing, up and down, swirl and grind. You lowered your gaze to Shuri, silently pleading with her to touch you. With a playful glint in her eyes, she looked up at you. 

“Baby, please touch me.” You huffed, bouncing harder. 

Usually when you were riding your girlfriend she would grip your waist to help you move up and down, suck your nipples, or smack your ass. SOMETHING! She wasn’t doing anything. She was leaned back, both palms spread against the bed as she watched you fuck yourself onto her. It drove you crazy when she didn’t touch you and she fucking knew it. 

“Obviously you no longer need my help to get you there.” 

“But I do need you, baby. Please help me cum.” 

“Tough.” Shuri said, not moving an inch. 

You pinched her shoulder in frustration and she just laughed at you, unfazed. 

Fine. If she wanted to play like that then so be it. 

You shoved two of your fingers in your mouth and sucked on them before bringing them to massage your clit. Your eyes fluttered closed as you threw your head back in pleasure and moaned loudly.

“Fuck, Shuri. You feel so good inside of me.” 

You knew she loved when you were vocal about how she made you feel during sex and would eventually touch you. 

“No one could ever fuck me like you do,” you continued, “I love the way you fuck me.” 

The cocky grin she was sporting faltered as she let out a deep moan, soon after she rolled her hips up to meet your vigorous bounces. 

A climax tore through your stomach as soon as Shuri bent forward to capture your rigid nipple in her warm mouth, and you threw your head back and whimpered.

You were only given a few spare moments to catch your breath before Shuri picked you up and pounded into you against the wall. 

Sheer unadulterated euphoria flowed through you. You were so sex dazed that you couldn't recall how many times you came in the last thirty minutes, but Shuri was still not through with you. Sweat was the only barrier between the two of you. Your passion for her only deepened with each carnal kiss and perfectly calculated thrust.

You were now on your hands and knees, chestnut thighs shaking like a cheap, synthetic wig on a windy night. The noises of pleasure that escaped your lips were so loud and obscene you took it upon yourself to shove your face into an orange satin pillow. You knew your throat was going to be sore and your voice would be gone come tomorrow. Still, you didn’t care. Shuri was fucking you too damn good for you to be silent.

“Thank me while I fuck you.” Shuri grunted as her hand came down, smacking your plump ass, making the flesh jiggle from the ample force.  

“Aaah! Th—thank you! Thank you!” You whimpered as you rocked back onto her.

With her free hand, Shuri gripped your throat and pulled you up, bringing your sweaty back to rest against her bare chest. She slowed her thrusts and ground into you slowly as she trailed delicate kisses across your cheek and down the neck to your shoulder.

“You always take me so well, Y/N.” 

You could barely form a word so you just nodded. She knew all too well what her praises did to you. 

“If only you listened as well as you took me.”

Shuri kissed your ear and nibbled on your earlobe before whispering, “Are you going to be good from now on and listen?” 

“Yes.” You vowed, gasping as Shuri began to rub tight circles around your clit. 

“Yes, what?” The deepness of her lust filled voice never failed to send you into a frenzy.

“Yes, Panther. I promise.” You groaned. 

“That’s what I like to hear.” She panted. 

“Shuri, please,” you pleaded as she rubbed your clit even faster, “I can’t cum again.” 

“Mmm, I think you can give me one more. Shall we try the highest pulsation?” Shuri pressed on the side of the strap twice, bringing it to level five. You cried out in pleasure, not only because the ability to feel what Shuri was feeling intensified, but also because she brushed against your g-spot over and over. 

Shuri chuckled as she felt your walls clench around her, “Go on,” she encouraged as you squirmed, “Be a good girl and cum one last time for me.” The vibrations from her next stroke shot throughout your entire body. Almost like receiving a slight magnetic jolt.

You let out an ear piercing scream that was definitely heard throughout the palace. You have never experienced an orgasm like this before. You came everywhere. All over your thighs, Shuri’s thighs and the bed. You made a mess. The intensity of your orgasm took Shuri by surprise as well, causing her rhythm to falter once she realized that you were squirting. 

“Yeyona shit yesondo kakhulu endakha ndayifumana.” Shuri praised as she shoved you down into the mattress with one hand while the other tightened on your waist. Her euphonious moans grew louder as she drove into you wildly, chasing her own orgasm. 

Shuri came with a cry, her thighs shook against the backs of yours. You were still trembling as your knees gave out and you sagged against the bed. She pulled out of you and flopped down next to you. 

You both breathed shakily, warm bodies completely spent. You mustered all the strength you had left to turn onto your side so you could face her. Of course, she was already on her side, smirking at you. 

“So,” Shuri cleared her throat as she scooched closer to you, resting her hand on your waist, “how are you feeling?” You wanted to roll your eyes at the smugness in her voice but that simple action required energy you didn’t have at the moment. 

“If you’re ever walking outside and hear a rustling in the bushes, don't worry about it. It’s just me.” You enlightened her as your cunning amber eyes peered into her haughty walnut pupils. 

Shuri’s eyes crinkled as she bit her bottom lip to stifle a laugh, shaking her head fondly at you. She thought she was used to your post sex outbursts by now, but every now and then you stumped her.

[axailslink]

Vibranium Soldier

Shuri Udaku x poc FEM reader

A/n: I haven't done a funny fic in a while so enjoy

Summary: Shuri has upgraded her vibranium strap and you're not too fond of the new one.

"I don't like it" you're really on the verge of tears here while Riri is cackling and rolling over on face time. "I'm sorry you really crying because of a silicone soldier? Wait she ain't even silicone I'm sorry you crying over vibranium!?" You groan and put your head down "be serious with me I can't tell her I like the old version better help me" Riri shakes her head as she laughs uncontrollably. "Nah man I'm not getting in the middle of that at all not my business not my place nope." you wipe your face and sigh "for real how do I tell her? She's always so happy with her work" Riri furrows her brow "that's not true she likes to perfect things trust me if you express to her the things you dislike about it she'll at least discuss it with you might not change it but who knows?" You groan as you hear the bedroom door open "I'll call you later she just got here." You hang up and jump off the bed "you don't like it?" You immediately turn around and crawl back into the bed "we don't have to talk about it" you mumble trying to shy away from the approaching conversation. "No I'd like some feedback" you groan and cover your face into the pillows "I'm just biased okay? The first one was just mind blowing it's what I'm used to the new one does a whole bunch of extra shit." Shuri nods "we can use the old one until you're comfortable with the new one but why are you so biased?" You stare at the wall and try not to laugh "I don't know it's just more comfortable. When you kind of just whipped that out on our third date I was amazed I love the damn thing nothing can replace it." Shuri laughs and shakes her head "only you would throw a fit about what you want inside of you" you shrug "I can have my ideals and opinions I just like that one better." Shuri nods as she kicks off her shoes and climbs in bed behind you "no you have an emotional attachment to that one" you suck your teeth as she's always right "go to sleep" she laughs and kisses your neck "you mad?" You turn around and look at her straight in the face "I will kick you off this bed full force" she smiles "that'd be a bit unfair as though I can't use my full force on you." You groan "I don't fucking like you sometimes" she shrugs "ion care you ain't gotta like me but you best love me" you smile and peck her lips. "Have you eaten?" She shakes her head "not yet but I saw the pot roast in the kitchen right now I just want to comfort my biased girlfriend who discusses our sex life with her friends" you scoff "first of all don't bring my friend into this go eat before you be eating and drinking air." She laughs and smiles at you. "I still don't like the new upgrade" she shrugs "you'll get used to it."

[multifariousqueer]

Feels so Good|Shuri x Reader

Summary: You thought you could party without repercussions but sadly, you were mistaken.

Request: can you please write #128(bend over and spr3@ad your legs) on the prompt list?

Word Count: 0.9k

Pairing: Shuri x black!reader

A/n: When I saw this request I was a bit hesitant to write it but I think it came out good. If you like this one, request some more prompts from the list.

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, I MEAN IT'S PURE FILTH, cvm sh@ring, dom!Shuri, drinking, light yelling and angst, sp@nking, nicknames: princess, daddy; return of the vibranium str@p, overstim, heavy explicit language, br@t!reader, d!rty talk, e@ting out, I think that's it

It was like a scene out of Euphoria, you were swinging and grinding on your friends while some song was playing in the background. Shuri had invited you to a nightclub and you brought some of your friends and even bought out the bartender to make you free drinks all night. 

What Shuri hadn’t planned for was you dancing on every surface and everyone you knew; your friends hyping you up and dancing with/on you didn’t exactly help Shuri’s case. She was the type to get jealous easily but she’d never show it unless you crossed a line and that you did:

“Heyyy omg it would be so fun to get on a table and dance! C’mon Guys!!!” You shouted, tipsy.

“YESSSS OMG YES” Your friends shouted.

“Not so fast, princess.” Shuri said, grabbing your arm before you could go anywhere.

“Hey let go of me!” You said slightly slurring your words.

“Stop trying to do stupid shit or I’lll take you home and punish you.” Shuri said in your ear.

“What are you going to do?” You said with a smirk.

“Okay that’s it.” Shuri downed the rest of her drink, “lets go” 

Shuri grabbed your arm and ushered you out.

“Hey my friends are back in there.” You whined.

“Griot, call an uber big enough for Y/n’s friends.” Shuri spoke

“Yes, princess.” Griot responded, almost like clockwork

Once Shuri got into the car with you, she gave you a look that could kill you. You gulped and stayed silent for the rest of the ride. 

When you got back to the palace, Shuri cornered you.

“Y/n, what the fuck was that?” She said, angrily. “I mean I invite YOU to a nightclub, not your friends but I let that slide; I let you dance like a slut with your friends that I barely know and I fucking bought you drinks for the entire night and THIS is how you repay me?” Shuri said, leaning in and getting in your face.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know it bothered you so much.” You said, sobering up a bit.

“Well it did. AND ON TOP OF THAT, YOU TAUNTED ME WHEN I WAS TRYING TO HANDLE THE SITUATION AS DELICATELY AS POSSIBLE.” She yelled.

“I’m sorry.” You said. You felt about 2 inches tall right now. You knew you guys had a height difference but now it feels so apparent.

“You’re gonna be sorry in the morning.” Shuri said.

“Wha-” You started.

 “Someone needs to put this pussy in its place. Bend over and spread your legs,” Shuri ordered.

“Yes ma’am.” You complied. You knew you were in no position to argue back.

Shuri smacked your ass.

“You’re walking a thin line Y/n you know that, right?” Shuri asked, kneading your ass.

You were a bit caught off guard.

“Um, yes.” You answered, a bit confused.

Shuri delivered another harsh smack to your ass. You felt your juices pooling but Shuri had discarded your panties when she bent you over.

“You know what to call me and don’t make me have to extend your punishment.” Shuri said

“Sorry, daddy.” You said.

“Good girl. See you’re not just a dumb slut.” Shuri said mockingly.

Even though you knew it wasn’t sincere, it still made you feel happy.

Shuri delivered one last smack before getting on her knees and licking a stripe up your folds. She circled her tongue around your clit before putting it inside your soaked hole.

“Ahhh Shuri, that feels so good.” You said, instantly realizing your mistake.

“That’s it,” She said.

Shuri got up and grabbed her new prototype of a strap. It was huge and looked like it wouldn’t fit. 

“Looks like someone needs a harsher form of punishment.” Shuri said.

“Please daddy, I’ll be good I promise” You pleaded.

“Shut the fuck up and bend over like I told you.” She instructed.

You did as you were told.

“You spoiled little fucking brat. Maybe this will teach you to have some respect.” She said, rubbing the cold metal against your folds and over your clit. You flinched but were quickly shut down by a harsh smack to your ass.

Shuri pushed the strap in and moaned. She programmed it so that it would make her feel the same sensation it was making you feel. You’ve never felt something so big inside of something so small. You moaned as Shuri pushed the strap in and out of you. You felt yourself gripping the strap everytime she pulled out of you.

“You’re so wet and tight, sthandwa.” Shuri said, eyes rolled back in her head and head thrown back.

You moaned and just as the pain seemed to go away, the pleasure came in tenfold. The toy started vibrating inside of you. 

“D-Daddy I’m gonna cum.” You moaned

“Mmmmm cum for daddy, princess.” Shuri said, barely above a whisper.

You came and Shuri followed suit. The waves of pleasure seemed to never stop washing over you. You felt something run down your leg:

“I programmed it so that my juices would come out in you. Shuri explained.

“Mmmmm it feels so good.” You said

You felt Shuri spin you around.

“That was really good.” You said, groggily.

“Yeah it was. I hope you're ready for round two.” Shuri smirked.

Your eyes widened at the comment.

“What?” You said.

“I told you you were getting punished.” Shuri whispered.

Shuri picked you up and whisked you away to the bedroom.

[h3artbreakaaaaaa]

Massage // Shuri Udaku

Shuri x Black!Plussize!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Request: So reader is doing shuri hair between her legs and they have a loving conversation

Taglist: @Happydays0126, @shurisbbymama , @letitias-fav , @no-oneelsebutnsu , @adeola-the-explorer ( taglist form is in my pinned post!)

Gif is not mine credit to the owner!

( Sorry for spelling errors or typos or grammar errors I DO NOT PROOF READ!)

“Are you ready?” You shout as you were sitting on the couch of you and Shuri’s shared bedroom and got out the gel out the bin that you normally kept your braiding stuff in.

“Yeah sithandwa sam ( my love )“ Shuri said as she came out the bathroom with a towel on her head.

Shuri was wearing a sports bra with some basketball shorts.

You then grabbed a pillow and put it on the floor between your legs and shuri walked over and sat down on the pillow.

Shuri then looked up at you with a smirk on her face considering the position she was in.

“ We’re only on the second one and you’re complaining “ you said looking at Shuri as you paused in the middle of the second braid, knowing dam well she was tender headed as hell!

“ I know I’m sorry ma “ she said as rubbed your thick-thigh’s and continued to talk to you to distract herself from the pain of you braiding tight.

You then continued to focus as you were doing stitch braids for the first time and wanted them to come out right.

Normally Shuri let you pick out her hairstyles when it came to you braiding it since she didn’t know much about that stuff, so you always looked on Pinterest for inspiration.

The both of you sat there for hours just talking and which you two always could have deep conversations like these especially if it distracted Shuri from moving while you braided her hair.

But you both never really got to have deep conversations like these, considering that she is always busy in her lab and you with the orphanage that you ran in the city.

You were then on the last braid.

“ Finally dam “

You said with relief as your butt was hurting from sitting in the same spot for hours and your hand felt numb from the braiding.

You had a headache from all the pressure and focus that you had to put into the braiding.

Not that you were a perfectionist, but you always took everything you did and always put your time and effort into even the little things that’s one thing Shuri loved about you the most.

You then grabbed the mouse and shook the bottle before pumping it onto her braid as you took your other hand and massaged it over the braids.

You then grabbed a Durag and put it on her head as you tied it.

“ you done already ma? “ Shuri said as she got up to stretch her legs and her back.

“ yeah “ you sighed as you got everything back in the bin.

“ are your hand’s sore ma? “ Shuri asked you tilting her heard to notice you rubbing your hands against each other trying to massage them.

Shuri then walked over and grabbed the bing and took it putting it in the cabinet of your shared bathroom.

She then walked back out and gently grabbed your hands as grease got all over her hands but she didn’t care.

“ can I at least wash my hands first? “ you chuckled and Shuri smirked and nodded as you went to the bath to wash the grease off your hands.

After you were done Shuri was laying sideways on the bed and she had the Tv remote in her hand scrolling through the American tv show’s you had introduced her to.

You then sit on the bed and Shuri sat up next to you and grabbed your hands and started to massage them.

A/N: SOOOOOO basically ik what y’all probably think where tf has the Smut been at lately, and honestly I’m gonna work on it I have been stressed this week so I will try to get my first Shuriri Fic which will be a Smut out by Friday!!!!

[mikasbby]

“shuri would use a vibranium strap”

the vibranium strap in question:

[buffaloappabites]

You Right

Pairing: Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Fingering, Grinding, Terrible dancing, Cheating, Bisexuality

Summary: You’re at the club, all your friends left you, and your boyfriend is out doing god knows what. Running into the last person you thought you’d ever meet keeps the night from being a total waste though.

A/N: My irl boyfriend confessed to cheating so I wrote this in like an hour to make myself feel better idk, I hope you enjoy! Shout out to all the bad bitches w no rhythm!

It’s a late night at the club and all of your friends have wandered off with various men, leaving you alone to your own devices. You’d all decided to step out to celebrate your 23rd birthday, little did you know it meant everyone breaking off and leaving the birthday girl all by herself.

What kind of shit is that?

You could be at home cuddled up with your man tonight—-only recently he’d been doing nothing but getting on your fucking nerves. And you were 99 percent sure he was probably cuddled up with some other bitch.

So here you are, in the tightest black dress, the tallest heels you own, and you hair in the tightest box braids imaginable. You looked damn good as you enjoyed your drink from the second floor of the club, looking out over the dance floor at all of the sweaty bodies moving to the beat.

You’re having a good time, until someone comes up beside you, and you pray it’s not some creepy ass dude about to kill your vibe.

Luckily you were right.

Who you found occupying the space next to you was far more exciting. Standing next to you was the princess of Wakanda herself, Shuri. What the hell was she doing here? Next to you especially. You had to look up a bit to see her face, she had an easy going smile plastered across it, all of her perfect teeth on display, with a silver grill glinting in the club’s lights.

You couldn’t help but to smile back, I mean who wouldn’t?

“You look like you’re having fun.” she says, leaning in a bit closer so you can properly hear her over the loud music. In doing so you can smell her perfume, it’s very strong and earthy.

You don’t know if it’s the alcohol you’ve been drinking or her scent that makes you a bit lightheaded but you like it either way.

“This isn’t really my scene if I’m being honest, but I’m enjoying myself.” You respond.

She nods, and the back of your neck and cheeks heat up when she checks you out. You bite your bottom lip and decide to do a little looking yourself, letting your eyes wander. Going down past her strong jawline, over her tall, athletic frame covered by a well tailored black blazer. There’s a diamond chain link resting on her chest and you briefly wonder if it’s long enough to dangle in—-

Wait—-

Oh hell no! This is your fucking song. It’s Beyoncé’s In Da Club remix, you’re surprised they’re even playing it.

“Oh shit! I love this song!” You yell before you can stop yourself.

She laughs, showing off those perfect teeth again and asks, “Do you want to dance?”

“Mmmmm nah,” you say “Dancing’s not really my thing, I don’t have much rhythm.”

Which is true, you look awkward and stiff as fuck. It’s why you’d rather stand and look cute in the corner.

“Come on,” she says, grabbing your hand, “I got you.”

You can’t even protest, she’s already pulling you down the stairs and out onto the floor.

She starts dancing first, moving smoothly to the beat. She makes it look so smooth and easy.

“Let me see what you got!”

You begin to awkwardly move your hips and arms in an attempt to find the beat, but you can’t quite get it.

She laughs hard at you and you stop, about to pout.

“Aw, you’re adorable.” she says coming close, “Here. Don’t look down, or you’ll overthink it.

She grabs your hips and helps you move in time with her. You can help but to look down and she grabs your chin making you look up at her.

“Eyes on me, hm?” she says.

You’re staring into her brown eyes and she’s watching you, hands still on your hips. It’s becoming much easier for you to find the beat on your own, but you don’t want her to move away.

In fact you want her closer. Everything about her you find sexy, from the smile, to the clothes, to the body. You try to pretend to not notice the heated gaze she’s staring at you with, but it’s a wonder how you haven’t melted to the floor already.

The song has since changed, Your Right by Doja Cat & The Weekend blares through the speakers & everything seems to have slowed down a bit.

But neither of you move. Instead she’s holding you close, pressing up against you. She dips her head down, so her lips are close to yours. Her hands wonder from your hips to down your backside to your ass. You lean forward pressing your lips into hers and she wastes no time kissing you back, letting you feel her full, soft lips again yours. You lick and bite her bottom lip and she lets you slide your tongue in her mouth, where you can feel just how warm it is.

You both are still grinding on eachother, this time with no regard for the rhythm of whatever the hell is playing now. One of her lean thighs is set firmly between yours, and you’re grinding down on it. You’re falling apart at the friction and you want nothing more than for her to put those hands currently squeezing your ass to work.

She stops kissing you and you look up at her through heavy lidded eyes.

“Do you want to take this out of here?”

You can’t say yes fast enough.

Before you know it you’re straddling her in the back of a car. She’s kissing down your jaw, going lower and hitting that sweet spot near your collar bone. Her hands are on your ass cheeks, spreading them apart and sliding a finger over your wet pussy.

You’re having the time of your life, until your phone rings, breaking up the silence. You sigh and roll your eyes.

Not right now. You take it out thinking it might be one of your girlfriends needing help, but nope.

“Damn, is that your man?” Shuri asks, giving you a knowing look.

You can’t even lie, as your screen says clear as day, “Boyfriend 💕”.

Fuck. She shrugs and goes back to kissing your neck, and whispers in your ear. “I don’t judge, answer it.”

You obey and answer the phone, and he begins to prattle on about how much he loves you—-something he’d always do when he’d just finished cheating and felt guilty.

You weren’t really paying attention. You were much more focus on the lips attached to your neck and the slim fingers working their way into your panties. Once inside she slipped on inside of you, making you gasp a bit, it’s taking everything in your power not to moan out loud. She slides in another and begins to pump them in and out of you. Her brown eyes are staring into yours and you’re still lamely holding the phone to your ear.

Then he starts asking questions.

“Where you at?”

Your voice comes out shaky, “The club, on 2nd st.”

“With who? Better not be up there with no dude.”

You’re about to fall apart when she presses her thumb against your clit, disguising your moans as coughs.

“The girls nigga, damn I gotta go.” you say hanging up the phone. You let out a loud moan when you cum, grasping her shoulders and dropping your phone somewhere in the car.

She pulls a wet hand from your panties and begins to suck on her fingers. She offers you one and you take it, tasting yourself on her.

“So….” She says, “You tryna see my strap? It’s made outta pure vibranium.”

“You don’t even have to ask.”

[poici]

kinda nsfw but why has no one written about sucking shuri’s strap 😔 like all this talk about her vibranium strap but why has no one written about her probably designing it in a way where she’d Feel It as you give her head ?!

[naomis-daydream]

PLEASE why have I never seen this😭 this was posted months ago but why were they PUBLISHING IT.

kinda missing the VS era…

[bbxnny-bbxtch]

all these shuri/letitia fics got me wanting to write one but i strictly write on wattpad...like someone has to teach me the tumblr format bc i like my shit to look pretty as fuck (like me) so ill write it there then see if i can bring it here. but ion like one shots so its gonna be a full story 😈

[stqrryskiez]

SCRAMBLE

[nakiaslilhoodoo]

Fruit by the foot.

[britishvamps]

Public Service Announcement

Imma need y’all to be tagging me ANY and EVERY vibranium strap Shuri fics you come across. For research purposes 👀

Thank you

[demetriaslovaticss]

I can’t be the only one feeling personally victimized and left out of that video with kehlani and Letitia

[sweetalittleselfish-honey]

i’ll suck the veins right off of it