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eeelectricsoul · 1 year

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pyramids - shuri u. × black!fem

summary - shuri doesn't mind a bit of infidelity, but when it starts to get in between her and reader's time together, the young woman is given no other choice, but to choose.

including - infidelity, smut, fluff

a/n: i want to gradually get more content out as i write through the storm, so i hope you enjoy this spicy fic, even though i’m kind of awkward about smut, and also, would you possibly like riri stories?

translations: sthandwa - baby/my love

You showed up after work, I'm bathin' your body

Touch you in places only I know

You're wet and you're warm, just like our bathwater

Can we make love before you go?

The music played lowly, as you laid against Shuri in the warm water. She held your hand close, placing tender kisses on each finger. If only you could remain in this peaceful state forever, but good things always came to an end, especially when they were built from falsehood, or at least that’s what you were told.

Your phone had been vibrating for the last few minutes, the noise becoming more irritating the longer it went on. “Don’t answer it, sthandwa” Shuri told you, continuing to kiss your fingers, but you knew the arguments would only be worse from ignoring his calls.

“I have too,” you told her, sitting up, reaching for the phone. Accepting the millionth call, he immediately began to berate you.

“Why the hell aren’t you answering your phone? All I asked was when are you coming home and you blow up on me”

“Because I’m on vacation, I can hardly enjoy myself for an hour without you calling me. I don’t want to argue with you and ruin my day, Anthony,” you sighed, rubbing your temple.

“We’re arguing because you’re being a bitch for no reason-

“Bye, If you can’t come correct, then I’ll talk to you when I’m on my way home,” you interrupted, ending the call, turning your phone off.

You took a moment, running your hands down your face, before turning back to Shuri. She leaned against the bathtub, her arms spread. Her eyes gentle, but stern, welcoming you back into her embrace. Scooting back, you went back in between her legs, laying on her bare chest.

“I don’t see why you don’t leave him,” Shuri mumbled.

“It’s not that easy,” you said.

It was complicated, truthfully, the entire situation was, in a sense. Anthony had been your high school sweetheart, continuing until college, where he’d go on to cheat multiple times, blaming it on his needs as a man. Regardless, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave, he had pleaded his case, promising to change, and had been your first everything.

A few years after graduating college, during a trip you’d taken with your best friend, Janae. She was presenting her recent inventions at the Avengers Headquarters. You sat obliviously at the table, silently half-listening to her explain, when Shuri made her grand entrance, Okoye close behind.

You made eye contact with her, but went back to focusing on Janae. When she finished, and you were both preparing to leave, Shuri met you at the exit, asking to take you out for lunch. Initially wanting to decline, you hesitantly agreed, there you confessed to being in an unfulfilling relationship, while Shuri couldn’t have cared less about him, the rest being history.

Your relationship with her had been going on for nearly nine months now, your trips to Wakanda becoming more and more frequent. Each time, you’d get into big fights with Anthony because he would keep checking in, asking when you’d be back home. As much as you knew leaving would probably be for the best, you couldn’t bring yourself to break up with him.

“It is that easy, you’re always out here anyway,” she told you, as you turned facing her.

“It’s hard to just cut him off, he has been a big part of my life, all I knew-

“And now you know me, so he isn’t serving a purpose, unless you have plans for a future with me?” she interrupted.

“Where is all of this coming from? Is it cause he keeps calling? My phone is off now, we can continue,” You explained, reaching for her, but she moved your hand.

“You need your priorities in order, me or him, I’ve tolerated his childish antics long enough, let me know, I can have you back home by morning” Shuri told you, moving you up, climbing out of the bathtub. Wrapping a towel around her body, she kept walking, ignoring your calls.

With her gone, you laid back, groaning in frustration. While you partially couldn’t believe she was making you choose, you knew eventually you wouldn’t be able to have your cake and eat it. You noticed how upset Shuri was when you’d leave, going back to Anthony. How much she wanted to intervene when he’d say hurtful things over the phone. To simply have you, completely and utterly enamored by her and her alone.

A pang of guilt was washing over you, and rightfully so. She deserved better, no one couldn’t have been more kind and loving, and yet here you struggled to pick between the two. Anthony on the other hand, was hardly good for anything, often unable to even remember your birthday and anniversary, over the years. You’d have to be a fool if you didn’t make the right choice.

Stepping out, you quickly wrapped the towel around your body, rushing out of the bathroom. Shuri glanced over at you, sitting on the edge of the bed, as she rubbed lotion on her legs. She had changed into a black sport’s bra, with matching boy shorts.

“Baby,” you moved towards her, as she continued, keeping her eyes focused on the moisturizer. She didn’t look your way again until you fell to your knees in front of her.

“Look at me, you’re right, okay, I’ve made you second place, over and over. You have every right to be angry, and if you want to never see me again, I’ll go home and I won’t bother you…” you spoke, looking away.

“But?” Shuri returned, an eyebrow raised, with her arms crossed.

“But, if you’re willing to forgive my selfishness, I’ll choose you for as long as you’ll have me,” you answered instantly, your eyes meeting hers.

“Hm, you always talk up a good game, I think you’ll have to prove it to me,” Shuri tilted her head, nearly smirking as you nodded eagerly.

“Anything,” you told her, accepting her hand as she made you stand, the towel dropping to the floor.

“Show me how much you want me,” Shuri said, her fingers holding your chin, pulling you closer. She couldn’t resist the urge to smile, while you moaned into the kiss.

Gently pushing her onto bed, rubbing your manicured nails down her toned stomach, you grabbed the hem of her panties, slipping them down her to her ankles.

“I can’t wait to taste you…a rare treat…and so sweet,” you told her, tossing the panties, before you placed soft kisses on her clit, aroused, as her breath became sharp.

With your mouth buried between her legs, you felt yourself dripping at the sight of her throwing her head back, moaning loudly. She held you close as you slurped the juices, sucking with concentration.

Intertwining your fingers with her, you lustfully licked away all of her creamy juices. “Don’t stop,” she moaned, as she rode out her orgasm, while you continued slurping away any mess.

Finally pulling away, you looked at her with a big grin, your chin still dampened. Chuckling, she grabbed your hand, easily plopping you into her lap.

“You’re so sweet”

“Let me taste,” Shuri grinned, pressing her lips against your own. Laying you onto your back, she slipped her hand between your legs, caressing your wet womanhood, carefully slipping a finger inside.

Humming in satisfaction, your moans against her mouth was music to her ears. Pumping her fingers in and out, your hands roamed her body. Going to slip another finger inside, you broke away from the kiss, moaning, grabbing her wrist.

“Take my fingers like you take me,” she coached you, as she began to place kisses down your neck, before latching onto your breast.

“Shuri- fuck, I can’t, it’s too much,” you shook your head, as she softly bit your nipples.

“You can, I want you to come all over my fingers, can you do that for me?” She asked, her strokes slowed. You nodded rapidly, lowly panting as she went back to your swollen breast. A few thrust later and you unraveled, releasing the knot that had built up in your abdomen.

Shuri pecked your lips, reaching for kimoyo beads, when you stopped her. “I just want you alone, tonight,” you said, allowing her to moved between your legs.

Although tired, you both were to driven my your passion to keep going for another round. Rubbing your hands down her back, you stifled your moans. She held a grasp on your thigh, both of you becoming sweaty, as she grinded her hips, meeting you halfway. With her cunt against your own, you felt as if you had reached the highest point of euphoria.

“Yeah, you don’t have to go into any details, just let him know, thank you,” you walked back to bed, ending the call with your neighbor, turning your phone back off.

“Shuri, no more,” you said, as she pulled you to bed, attempting to blow raspberries on your stomach. With the stamina of the Black Panther, she would go on and on.

“Then don’t give me that look,” she laughed, your legs tangling with each other, as she pulled you into a passionate kiss.

“Does this mean you’re not making me go home tomorrow?” You asked her as you moved apart.

“I think I’ll keep you here a few more weeks,” she smirked.

“I can definitely do another few weeks,” you grinned cheekily, your eyes evidence of your tiredness.

“Go to sleep,” she laughed, watching as you fell asleep.

However, a few hours after the cat nap, you found yourself awake. Shuri had done after care and covered you, and now laid sound asleep behind you. Turning your phone back on, you silenced it, as the notifications kept going off. Anthony wasn’t taking the news well it seemed.

With the slight time difference, you knew he’d still be up, the last time he attempted to call being about 45 minutes ago. ‘We need to talk’ you texted him, immediately he began calling you.

Climbing out of bed you went to the bathroom, sitting at the edge of the tub, you clicked his contact.

“Hello?”

“You’re giving me an eviction notice? What is this about? I’m sorry for calling you out of your name, but you know I love-

“I don’t love you anymore, I haven’t for a while,” you said, before he became silent.

“You don’t-are you cheating on me? Where is this coming from?” He said, you stood up, slowly pacing the floor, as your confession escaped.

“I’ve been having an affair for almost a year, and I’m leaving you,” you said, a burden lifted as you were able to get the open secret out.

“You can’t be serious?”

“I’m selling the penthouse, anything that you bought, you are free to take”

“Y/n, tell me you’re joking, how could you do this to me?”

“I guess it’s no different than you sleeping with my friends”

“You can’t do that, you forgave me, please,” he began to cry.

“I did, but I can’t choose you”

“Who is it? Do I know them?”

“You don’t, but I won’t say”

“At least tell me where you are, you’ve had your location off for weeks,” he stressed. If he was completely innocent, you would’ve felt bad for hurting him.

“Wakanda”

“Wakanda?” He screamed, dropping the phone, before picking it up.

“How the hell did you get there? You’re lying” he continued.

“I have no reason to lie to you, of all people”

“Who is in-no, god no, y/n, don’t tell me you’re cheating on me with a woman,” he cried harder.

“I have to go”

“No, all the women I passed up, trying to be faithful to you, I was going to marry you and you go and cheat on me with a woman. Have you lost your mind, pack your shit and come home. Now! You have until noon, or-

“Or what?” Shuri silently moved into the bathroom, taking the phone from you.

“Who is this?”

“I think you know”

“I wouldn’t be asking if I knew”

“You have a week to collect your things and be gone, or we can handle everything physically”

“That’s not how a notice works-

“I don’t care, you see, I don’t give empty threats, especially when it comes to my woman, you could stay there and continue pestering y/n, but trust my words when I say, you’ll be dealt with in the worst ways, goodnight” Shuri told him, ending the call, sitting the phone on the counter.

“Thank you, I didn’t think he would take it as bad”

“Let me know if he contacts you,” she said, completely serious.

“I meant everything earlier, I only want you,” you reminded her, making her smile, wrapping her arm around your neck.

“Working at the pyramid…Bast, you have that silly song in my head,” she forced you to goofily dance.

“Girl, not too much on my song, come on, because I was sleeping good, but you were snoring all loud,” you joked, making her gasp.

“Snore? You have me mistaken”

“Um, denial doesn’t look good on you”

“Griot…”

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eeelectricsoul · 1 year

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Freak Like Me

You and Shuri agreed to keep it cute and keep it casual. But when she starts popping up without an appointment, you have to let her know what's up.

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: remember that post about tying shuri to the bed and overstimulating her? Yeah, this is that lol; dirty talk, panther!shuri bc duh; brat!Shuri, don't blame her tho she doesn't know how to be anything other than in charge; BratTamer!Reader; sub!shuri until it's not; reader is kind of an escort if you squint, but it's not said outright; shuri's kind of mean? but she speaks the truth lmao; shuri is possessive & wants reader all to herself, reader is the same, neither one of them know how to talk about it so they fuck it out; open ending; some angst at the end lol; openish ending; I'm lowkey not happy with this but I'm tired of looking at it in my drafts so yall are gonna get what I have in stock

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The golden rays of the setting sun greet you as you step onto your balcony, a book in one hand and a mug of tea in the other, the late summer breeze caresses your skin as you move to your favorite chair, tucking your legs under your body as you sit down and settle in for the early evening. You had a visitor coming in 90 minutes, and you wanted to wind down a bit before reentering business mode. The book quickly sucked you in, getting lost in the fantasy world between the pages.

The chiming of your phone interrupts your reading. You ignore it and slip back into your book, passing it off as your friends setting up plans for the evening, but it chimes again, and then launches into a ringtone. You lift your phone from its face down position on the table next to you, glancing at the “UNKNOWN CALLER” flashing across the screen before sighing and accepting the call.

“I’m on my way.” The accented voice rings through the receiver as soon as you lift the phone to your ear.

“I’m not available tonight. And I thought I told you to book an appointment when you wanted to see me.”

“Get available.”

“I don’t have time, Shuri. I have a visitor coming soon and I can’t keep canceling other appointments every time you feel like dropping in.”

“Make time. I’m five minutes away. Be naked when I get there.” And then the line goes dead.

“I–I know she didn’t just hang up on me.” You slam your book closed, storming back into your apartment, heading to the bar cart in the dining room and pouring yourself something dark into a glass; you were going to need it to deal with the Monarch headed your way.

You met Shuri Udaku in a club a few years back. She was in town on a mission, looking for a night to let loose before heading home. You and your short dress managed to catch her eye over the sea of men and women throwing themselves at her feet, hoping for an ounce of attention from the newly crowned Black Panther. She made it clear she wasn’t looking for anything serious, just someone to help her take the edge off when she was stateside in exchange for a handsome fee. You agreed, and thus your arrangement was born. It went smoothly for the first few visits, but then Shuri started showing up without an appointment, demanding that you drop everything and service her. She’d throw in a few extra bands as a “squeeze-in fee” and while the extra cash was nice, you were more concerned about your other clients. Your roster was small compared to some of the other girls in your profession, but they were consistent and they paid well, more than enough to cover your expenses and frivolous spending. You would be insane to drop them on a moment's notice in favor of a rich Princess who showed up sporadically, and often unannounced.

Right on cue, three quick knocks sound from your front door. You sigh, not moving from your place against the kitchen island; the Royal Genius would break into your apartment eventually, prowling around and refusing to leave until you gave her what she wanted. Three more knocks rattle your door: she’s getting impatient, “Open the door, Y/N. I know you’re in there.” Shuri’s muffled voice floats to your ears. You simply hum, taking another sip from your drink, it would’ve gone unheard by anyone else, but the heavy sigh from the other side of the door tells you she heard you.

Your front door swings open moments later, and in strolls The Black Panther. Her dark eyes are hidden by the shades she always keeps perched on her face, but you know her well enough to know she’s scanning the room, looking for another visitor. When she finds no one else, her gaze turns to you, studying your body as she slams the door behind her with a little more force than necessary, a clue to the anger coursing through her. “I thought I told you to be naked when I got here.”

You shrug, draining your glass before turning to refill it. “And I told you I wasn’t available. Looks like neither one of us follows directions.” You look over her frame; slim cut black joggers, a skin-tight black and charcoal gray compression shirt, blacked out sneakers and her signature black shades. She looks really fucking good and your body reacts: nipples stiffening against the silk of your robe and heat flooding your core. If you weren’t so hell bent on being angry at her for popping up unannounced—again—you’d be on your knees at her feet, waiting for her next command. Shuri was the epitome of effortlessly attractive and that alone made it so hard to deny your body of her touch when she was so close. If only she was more consistent with her visits—and actually booked appointments.

Shuri’s pink tongue wets her lips, giving you a peek at the silver lining her bottom teeth, “You gonna stand there eyefucking me or are you going to strip like I asked you to?”

You scoff, “No. I already told you I have someone comi—”

“You sent them a text about 20 minutes ago to cancel. You came down with something and can’t see them tonight.” A Cheshire grin spreads across Shuri’s face, and it only gets wider as she watches the gears turn in your head, putting two and two together to decipher what she’s just told you.

Once you do, your eyes fill with rage as you slam your glass down on the island, “Shuri Udaku you have lost your goddamn mind! You did not cancel an appointment that was booked months ago all because you want my attention? And if you think I’m doing anything with you after this, that little Herb of yours is fucking with your braincells and logic.”

Shuri calmly walks towards you, “Sthandwa, I can pay triple what they would’ve paid. You know money is no object to me.”

“It’s not about the money, Shuri. It’s about consistency. All your royal funds mean nothing if you don’t visit regularly. The last time I saw you was nine months ago! And over a year before that! My other clients are reliable; they’re on a schedule and you know I run a tight ship. I don’t have time for someone who only pops up when they get bored of their other playthings. Now see yourself out of my apartment, you ruined my plans for the evening.” You spin on your heel and head toward your bedroom, fully prepared to hole up inside for however long it took until your uninvited guest got tired and vacated the premises.

Said uninvited guest, however, was very stubborn.

You took all of two steps before your wrist was firmly—but gently—tugged, and your body went sailing back into the body of the Panther behind you. Shuri’s hands waste no time roaming your body, gripping your soft belly and scratching her blunt nails along your hips while intertwining your fingers with her other hand, her cologne invading your senses and cooling the hot rage surging through you, “You can say you missed me, pretty girl.” Shuri purrs in your ear, her hand creeping south towards your soaking heat, “I know She missed me too.” A lingering kiss is pressed to your neck, and your head immediately lolls to the side to make room for her to continue as you slip into her hypnosis, “You don’t have to put on this little act. Just let me take care of you, mama.”

Her expert fingers slip over your mound and straight to your slit, humming when she feels your wet panties, “She’s so wet for me already, and I’ve barely touched you.” She begins rubbing slow circles over your clit as her other hand wraps around your throat, effectively trapping you against her. “You always look so pretty when I get you like this. You see why I can’t let anyone else have you?”

Your brain suddenly reactivates and, despite your body protesting, you pull yourself out of her hold, jabbing a freshly manicured nail into Shuri’s chest, “No. We’re not doing this! You can’t just barge in here whenever it’s convenient for you and expect me to bust it open for you.”

“Are you telling me that, or telling yourself?” The smug smirk is back, and you want to slap it off. Or kiss her. Your decision making skills aren’t at 100%; your brain is half drunk and your pussy has a mind of her own.

You don’t have a response for her. Though Shuri is hardly consistent with her visits, she’s managed to irrevocably claim you at every level. She frequently blurs the lines of your server/client relationship: having flowers delivered randomly just to say she was thinking of you, texting and calling you just to talk, having your favorite food delivered to your house. She often asked about your hobbies and seemed genuinely interested in who you were outside of your profession and what you would be doing if it weren’t this. Shuri was a master of pillowtalk, and you frequently found yourself wondering what it would be like to be hers, to wake up in her arms, to kiss her in public instead of under the cover of night, to be claimed by her publically. You shake the thoughts away; you are hardly Queen material and you couldn’t bear the restriction of not only living a public life, but having an entire country look to you for guidance and protection. This physical-only relationship is fine. You’re fine with just being a vessel for her release when she's in the States. And one day, when some lucky girl claims Shuri’s heart and she stops visiting you, you’ll be happy with that too.

If you repeat it enough, you’ll actually believe it. Maybe. Hopefully. One day.

“I’m telling you, Shuri.” The lie is about as thin as the lingerie under your robe, but you try it anyways in the hope that it slips past the genius in front of you as you push yourself out of her hold, “I’m running a business, and I can’t allow you to steamroll my other clients just because you think your deep pockets can buy you more time with me.”

Shuri grabs your hand, trapping it against her chest and using it as leverage to wrap her other arm around you, pulling you back into her, “We both know that isn’t true, usana. Don’t act like you don’t wish it was me fucking you when those other people visit you.” Her gaze darkens, anger clouding her ember gaze as the hand on your back slips south, gripping the swell of your ass, “Do they even make you cum?”

“Shuri! That is none of—”

“Answer me.” Shuri presses, her intense gaze locked on you as her grip on you tightens. “Do they even take the time to pleasure you? Do they know what you like? Or are you just a fucktoy to them?”

She was right, and you hated it. Your other clients did pleasure you, but only as a byproduct of chasing their own. They never took the time to learn your body, they never spent any time focusing on you; they come over, get what they want, maybe stick around for a drink of water after, then they leave and you usually receive your payment the next day. You weren’t expecting mind blowing orgasms, gifts, and a connection that made everyone else seem like a waste of time, but Shuri loved to exceed expectations, and that conflicted you endlessly. Plus, you’re not even sure if Shuri shares your feelings, or if she’s just possessive and used to throwing her Royal weight around to get what she wants.

Her correctness angered you, and in your rage, a lightbulb suddenly goes off in your head; if she’s hell bent on fucking you, you were going to do it on your terms, and teach her a lesson in the process, “You think you can come into my house unannounced.” You state softly, hand creeping up Shuri’s chest, “And speak to me like that?” Your hand wraps around Shuri’s throat before she can respond, and the surprised noise from her throat makes you smile.

A beat of silence “No.”

“I didn’t think so, because you’re a smart girl right?”

“One of the smartest people on the planet.”

You stroke the sharpness of her jaw, tilting your head in faux contemplation, “Hmm, but you constantly showing up at my house without an appointment isn’t too smart, is it?”

Shuri’s fingers flex against your hips, “I want you, and I don’t want to wait. I don’t care who’s in my way.”

You lean in, seeking Shuri’s lips and she predictably grants your request but at the last moment you grip her jaw, keeping your lips inches apart, “Aww, the panther wants me?”

The Panther growls, clutching your hips in an iron grip, pulling a surprised gasp from you, but you quickly recover by slapping at her hands, “Aht aht. None of that. If you want my attention, you’re going to play by my rules, understand?”

Shuri raises her eyebrow, eyeing you silently. But when you counter by raising an eyebrow of your own, she finally concedes, “Yes.”

“Good panther.” You pat her cheek, spinning on your heels and walking into your bedroom, putting an extra swing in your hips as Shuri follows behind you like a shadow.

She’s on you the moment the door closes and you relish in the feel of her hands caressing your body like she sculpted your curves herself. Moments later, however, you pull away, detaching Shuri’s hands from your body and out of her airspace.

Shuri follows you step for step, growing increasingly frustrated when you continue to deny

her, “What the fuck are you doing? I don’t like being teased.”

“Oh, but you can tease me for hours? We’re doing things different tonight, Princess—”

“Queen.”

“Whatever the fuck. Now stand there and wait for me to tell you what to do.” You don’t wait for a response as you turn away from her, leaning over to dig into your closet for the item you were looking for. You feel Shuri approach you all of three seconds later, her hands caressing the backs of your thighs and the flesh of your ass before going to your hips and pulling you flush against her crotch. You resist the habitual urge to begin grinding against her, instead standing up and spinning to face her as you grip her throat. “I thought you were smart.”

“I am, but I should be buried inside your pussy by now. You’re taking too long.”

“Being smart means listening to directions, the first time. And the more you disobey me, the longer I’ll take giving you what you want. Do you understand me?”

“I understand, sthandwa.”

“Good girl.” A few moments later you produce the item you were looking for, a grin breaking out on your face as you hold it up to Shuri’s view.

She quirks an eyebrow, “What’s that for?”

“Do you trust me?” You run your hand up Shuri’s arm to the shaved undercut on the back of her head.

Shuri eyes you for a moment, “Yes, I do.”

“Good. Now strip.” You step away, waiting for Shuri to follow your command.

The cocky smirk that’s been plastered to Shuri’s perfect lips grows wider as her eyes go from you to the rope in your hands, “You know I could snap those.”

You match her smirk with one of your own, “I know, but you won’t.”

Shuri removes her shades and peels her shirt off her body, revealing the sports bra underneath, “Why won’t I?”

“Because you’re a good girl, and you’re going to behave. And follow every direction I give you.”

Shuri pauses, “I give orders, I don’t take them.”

“Hm.” You begin circling her, “This doesn’t look like Wakanda though. This looks like my house, and I’m in charge here.” You gesture to her hands, frozen in place on the waistband of her pants, “I didn’t tell you to stop.”

A quiet scoff sounds from the woman in front of you, mumbling something in Xhosa as she continues, sliding her pants down her long legs and toeing them off her feet, her boxers and sports bra following suit shortly after.

Shuri never let you get a good look at her once her clothes were off during her previous visits, usually rushing to envelop you in mind-numbing pleasure as quickly as possible. You wanted to relish this night, and absorb as many details of the woman before you as possible. The last golden rays from the sun kiss her brown skin perfectly, giving her an ethereal glow. Quiet confidence oozes from her as she stands before you, chin up, back straight, and completely nude. A half smirk ghosts across her angular face, her eyes tracking you like a hawk as you continue to appraise her. She’s regal in every sense of the word and her body is as close to perfect as you’ve ever seen. Her figure is slim, but she’s put on new muscle since you’ve last seen her and it suits her well. She flexes her hands, and your eyes are drawn to the tendons shifting beneath her skin before the shimmer between her legs catches your eye. She’s soaking wet, and you haven't even gotten started yet.

You approach her then, hand reaching out and slipping between her folds. Shuri still doesn’t speak, but you see the breath she sucks in through the clench of her abs as your fingers find her clit, “You’re so wet already, panther.” Your lips trail across her collarbone, gentle kisses turning into sucks and bites once you reach her neck, working your way up to her jaw, “So beautiful.” You murmur, and Shuri preens from the praise, a blissed out smile crossing her lips. That smile, however, turns into a frown as soon as you pull your hand away. “On the bed, on your back.”

Another growl from the Panther’s chest. “You’re thinning my patience, Y/N.”

“I don’t care. Now do as you’re told.”

Shuri grumbles, but follows your directions, shoving a few of your pillows out of the way before settling into the middle of the mattress and folding her hands across her abdomen. You approach her slowly, still soaking in all the details that you never get to see, committing them to your memory to be fully savored later. You take her delicate wrist in your hand, lifting it up to the headboard and securely tying it to the bars before repeating the action with her other hand, “Feel good?”

Shuri tugs at the ropes, testing their strength, “Where’d you learn to tie knots like this?”

You shoot her an unimpressed glance, “Answer my question, Shuri.”

Shuri grins again, flashing her pearly white canines “Yes, they feel fine, usana.”

“Good.” You step back and observe her again, wondering where to start.

After a few moments, Shuri starts to get anxious, shifting around on the bed and tugging at the ropes, “Do something, Y/N.”

“Don’t rush me, Shuri Udaku.”

“I came over here to fuck you, not get tied to a bed and stared at. You have five seconds before I break these and—”

You’re on her in a blink, straddling her abs and wrapping your hand around her throat, stunning her into silence, “How long will it take for you to realize you’re not in charge tonight?”

Her hands ball into fists, “I am the Black Panther and Queen of Wakanda. I’m in charge everywhere I go.”

You grin stroking your nail down the side of her face, “I’m gonna break this little attitude of yours. And I’m going to enjoy it. So much.” You find her kimoyo beads, expertly tapping away to produce the strap on her hips before scraping your nails down her chest, producing goosebumps in their wake.

Shock flits across Shrui’s face, “How’d you know which one to press?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Your hand finds her nipple, tugging it gently and pulling a whimper from the woman beneath you, “Just worry about what I’m about to do to you.”

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You smirk as Shuri groans in frustration. You’ve been teasing her for a while, touching her in all the perfect places and for just long enough to keep her right at the brink of her release, only to deny her the satisfaction.

“Y/N please, please.” She pants, thrusting her hips to meet the pump of your three fingers inside of her as your other hand strokes her strap, “Curl your fingers, just a little bit.”

You don’t spare her a glance, continuing your ministrations “No. Hold it.”

Something akin to a sob rips through Shuri’s chest, “Y/N!” Her thighs shake as her wet cunt clenches around you, her chest heaving as her orgasm rushes towards her.

You curl your fingers, easily finding the spongy spot within her that had her back arching as she practically screamed for you. Your plump lips wrap around her strap, suckling at the tip for a few seconds before you pull away. Another orgasm denied and another sob from Shuri’s throat.

“I’ve learned my lesson, Y/N. Please just let me feel you. Let me cum, please.” Shuri begs.

“And what was the lesson, Shuri?”

Shuri hesitates, opening and closing her mouth as her eyes shoot around the room, “I—Um…”

“Still haven't learned, huh?” You sigh, untying and removing your robe, tossing it onto the chair in the corner of the room before stripping out of your lingerie, making sure Shuri sees the slick that webs between your panties and your core as you pull them down, “See what teasing you does to me, Panther?”

“I could’ve solved it for you an hour ago if you hadn’t been playing hard to get.” Shuri spits, her eyes still locked on your dripping cunt.

“Hmm, we should do something about that mouth of yours, don’t you think? Put it to better use.” And with that, you climb on top of her, positioning your pussy over her mouth and dropping down, putting your full weight on Shuri’s sharp jaw.

“Hrmph.” Comes Shuri’s muffled gasp, but she goes to work nonetheless, French kissing your clit and devouring you like she’d never eaten before.

You grip her hair, using her curls as leverage as you ride her face as her velvet tongue dips inside you, swirling through your wetness. Your other hand finds your breast, twisting and pulling on your nipple as you rock your hips, chasing your high, “Mmmm your mouth feels so good Panther.” You feel Shuri try to pull away—her attempt at edging you in return—but you just laugh and tighten your grip on her hair and hold her to you, “Don’t try to run. Eat this pussy til I cum in your mouth.”

Shuri glares at you, but sticks her tongue out, allowing you to ride out the waves of your orgasm on her tongue with a cry of her name on your lips until you’re shaking from overstimulation.

You finally lift off of Shuri’s mouth, kneeling next to her while you catch your breath, watching as licks her lips, cleaning the taste of you from around her mouth. Moments later, you move to the next phase of your plan, swinging your leg over Shuri’s torso, sinking down on the length of her strap and moaning as she stretches you out. “Mmm, Shuri.” You start slow, circling your hips for a few moments before bracing your hands against Shuri’s shoulders and beginning to bounce.

Shuri can only watch and moan as you set the pace, her eyes locked between your bouncing breasts and watching your soaking cunt spread to take the girth of her strap. “Fuck, Y/N. Oh Bast.” Her eyes flutter closed, but your hand around her throat makes her snap them back open.

“Eyes on me. Watch me fuck you.” You command, and Shuri obeys, maintaining eye contact as her orgasm approaches.

“Y/N I—I’m gonna—”

“Cum for me, Panther.” Is all it takes for Shuri to go over the cliff, the waves of all of her denied orgasms crashing over her at once. Her whole body tenses up from the force of it, lips parted in a silent scream as you ride her through it. Your other hand comes down wrapping around Shuri’s throat and using it as leverage as you continue to bounce, spurred on by the strangled moans from the woman beneath you.

“Y/N—please. I—I—Fuck.”

“You what, Panther?” You tease through gritted teeth. Your thighs are screaming, forcing you to adjust your stance. “You know I went to the gym earlier. I planned on being a pillow princess tonight, so I hit legs really hard today.” You begin bouncing on her in slow, hard strokes. “But you ruined my plans, Shuri.”

“Then untie me—oh, Bast... fuck—and let me fuck you like you deserve.”

“No. You need to learn not to pop up on people without an appointment.”

“Or I’ll just bring you back to Wakanda with me. So that I’m the only person who can have you.” Shuri cranes her head forward, expertly catching your nipple in her mouth.

“Shuri.” Your hips stutter in their movements as Shuri begins rocking her hips, grazing your g-spot every time her hips meet yours.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you.” Shuri continues her movements, knocking you forward with every powerful thrust, “For me to fuck you at my convenience. To know I’m the only one that can take you, whenever I want, wherever I want. I’ll fuck you all over the palace, all over my lab.”

You’d forgotten how lethal Shuri’s mouth was, her thrusts and vulgar words were inching you towards your second orgasm and ruining your plan, so you put your thumb on her lips to silence her. “That wouldn’t be very nice, Shuri. How would your other playthings feel if you brought an American back to their stomping ground?” Shuri begins sucking on your thumb as you change your stance yet again, “Better yet, you should’ve brought them with you. I could’ve taught them how to fuck their Panther, so she won’t have to run to another country to cum good.” You change the tempo, setting a rhythm that has Shuri’s eyes rolling into the back of her head as another orgasm washes over her.

“There’s n–no one else, Y/N. Only you. It’s only you.” She moans out

“Whatever you say, Shuri.” You pull your finger from Shuri’s mouth, moving to tug and twist her nipples, “Have you learned your lesson now?”

“Piss you off and you’ll fuck me into the mattre—ugh.” Shuri throws her head back against your pillows as you reach back, slipping two fingers through her soaking folds and burying them into her heat, thrusting your fingers in tandem with clenching your walls around her strap. “Y/N, Bast, unh—”

“You wanna try that again, princess?”

“Unh… I— SHIT.”

You pull your fingers from her dripping cunt. “Shuri.” It takes a few moments, but her wild eyes meet yours. “Your lesson. What is it?”

The Panther remains silent, clenching and unclenching her jaw.

“Still holding onto that attitude, huh?” You smirk, beginning to bounce on her again, “I’ll break you soon enough.”

And break her you did. You ride her through three back-to-back orgasms, her smooth skin glistening from sweat and the moonlight as she writhes beneath you when yet another orgasm hits her, “Y/N please. I—I can’t.”

“You can’t what, pretty girl? Use your words.”

“It’s too much!”

“But you wanted to cum so bad earlier. I’m just giving you what you wanted, Panther.” You lean down, using your tongue to trace a path up her throat before sinking your teeth into her pulse point, sending her over the edge again.

“Y/N! FUCK! Oh Bast, oh—shit. Please, please. I—”

You swirl your hips, “Lesson, Shuri.”

“Don’t—ugh—book an appointment if I want to see you.”

“Say it again.”

Shuri doesn’t answer immediately, her body shaking uncontrollably from yet another orgasm. “B—book an appointment to see you. Don’t show up without one.”

“Again.” You demand, but Shuri evidently had other plans.

In a blink, you find yourself pinned to the bed with an exhausted but still ravenous Shuri hovering above you. You simultaneously curse and bless her for her endurance, how she's still conscious after the numerous orgasms she's had is a wonder to you.

“I played your little game, usana. I let you be in charge,” Shuri starts, unraveling the rope remnants from her wrists and tossing them out of your eyesight, “But it’s time for me to take over.” Before you can respond, Shuri has your thighs hooked over her arms, drilling into you relentlessly.

She has you a moaning, quivering mess in seconds. She knows exactly what angle to hit to assault your g-spot and exactly how fast to move to bring you right to the edge, “Scream for me, Y/N.” Shuri swivels her hips, grinding her mound against your swollen clit. “Let the whole building hear who fucks you like this.”

“Shuri! Shuri, oh my God!”

A sadistic smirk spreads on her face, “Louder. Who fucks you this good?”

Your nails scrape down Shuri’s back and you feel her shudder, “You, Shuri. Only you.”

Shuri brings her lips to your ear, never breaking her rhythm, “None of those other people could ever fuck you like this. I’m the only one who can make you feel this good. Do you understand?”

“Y—yes. Please don’t stop.” Your eyes flutter closed as your high approaches, but Shuri’s hand around your throat shoots them back open.

“Say it. Tell me I’m the only one who fucks you this good. Tell me this pussy is mine.”

Your thighs begin shaking, “Shuriiii I’m gonna cum!”

Shuri’s lips drag along your throat, “I know, mama, I can feel you. Tell me what I want to hear, and you can let go.”

“It’s yours, Shuri. I’m yours.”

Shuri hums, smiling against your throat, “Good girl. Now cum for me.”

One, two, three more pointed thrusts is all it takes for the dam to break. You cum around Shuri’s strap with a scream of her name. Your body shakes uncontrollably with the force of your high as you dig your nails into Shuri’s back, sure to leave marks. She fucks you through it—as always—only slowing her thrusts when you begin shifting away from her in overstimulation. She pulls out slowly, littering your face with kisses and watching carefully for any signs of you slipping into subspace, only letting up when you giggle and try to push her away. “Are you alright?”

You smile sleepily, “Yeah, I’m fine.” You reach out, grabbing Shuri’s arm, “How’re your wrists?”

“They’re fine; nothing that won’t heal in a day or two. I’m gonna clean you up, okay?” She’s off the bed and into your ensuite in an instant, moving around your home like she belonged there. She reemerges moments later, a wet rag in hand and moves to clean you up, “Do you want me to stay?”

A feeling you refuse to name pangs in your chest. Yes, I want you to stay forever. “If you want to.”

Shuri shoots you a look, discarding the rag in your hamper. “Yes or no, Y/N. I want you to want me here.”

A beat passes, “Yes.”

Shuri quickly climbs into bed, wrapping her arms around you and resting her head on top of yours, absentmindedly rubbing circles on your back. Now that your session is over, all of the repressed feelings come back and you begin to overthink. You hate that she’s gone every time you wake up after an appointment. You hate that she takes such good care of you. You hate that she’s so easy to talk to. You hate the way she looks at you.

And, perhaps most of all, you hate that you love her so much.

“Y/N” Shuri’s deep voice rumbles in your ear, bringing you out of your spiral.

Your head shoots up, locking eyes with Shuri’s intense but conflicted gaze, fighting the urge to reach up and smooth out the line between her eyebrows. “What’s wrong?”

“Come to Wakanda with me. I could replace what they pay you ten times over. I would take care of everything and please you like no one ever has.” Shuri’s eyes are pleading, a rare sight for the woman who commands a nation. “Just let me take care of you, please.”

You pull away and sit up, wrapping the duvet around your figure, “I want you to be honest with me when I ask you this; why don’t you want anyone else to see me?”

Shuri follows you, positioning herself to face you before taking your hand in hers, “Because—in my head—you’re mine, and I don’t want anyone else to touch you.”

“Shuri how can you—”

“Nceda, ndivumele ndigqibezele. Ndidinga ukuthetha oku.” Shuri pleads, (Please, let me finish. I need to say this) “I know I was the one that initiated this, and I know I said it was just sex. But the more time I spent with you, the more I talked to you, something happened and it became more. I don’t want to share you with anyone. I don’t want anyone else to have you in the way that I do. I want you to be mine, and mine alone.”

You let out a breath, fighting back tears as your heart soars at her admission. This is all you’ve been waiting to hear from her for over a year now, but—”So you want me to belong to you, while you run around chasing after anything in a skirt?”

“I wasn’t lying earlier; there’s no one else. There’s never been anyone else. It’s only you.”

You maintain her gaze for a few moments, searching for any ulterior motives or dishonesty but you find none. Shuri is laying herself completely bare to you and daring to be vulnerable, to let you in to see the woman beneath the Mantle and the Crown.

You break her gaze, whispering, “I’m not queen material, Shuri.”

An empty chuckle sounds from the woman next to you, “And you think I am? My place is in my lab, not the throne room. The only reason I have the crown is because my whole family died. I’m the only one left. I’m not asking you to rule the country with me, I’m just asking you to come with me, and let me handle everything else.” At your hesitation, she continues, making your head shoot up to look at her again, “You could start that business you told me about. We could use something like that in Wakanda, you’d do great there.”

“I can’t just uproot my life and—” Your last ditch rebuttal is interrupted when Shuri seals her lips over yours, kissing you deeply.

She breaks away moments later, “Come home with me.”

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hi can we get some fluff drabble with girl reader + miguel where he finds himself unexpectedly enjoying being a small spoon but rather die than accept it. if you want you can turn it into a soft smut where he is a whimpering mess because she jerks him off from behind while massaging his chest and leaving small kisses across his neck and back

THIS IS ADORABLE ANON AAAAA

i loved writing this (i might relate a bit too much to miguel in some paragraphs of this fvdsbjsqdhfds)

summary : miguel enjoys being a little spoon (not proofread)

content warnings : fluff at the beginning that turns into SMUT (18+) minors dni, handjob, praise, miguel is so horny for your touch omg, no use of y/n, fem!reader word count : 1,6k

tag list : @fandom-ash

As on many evenings, Miguel had come home late. His professional commitments meant that your life and his could sometimes be out of sync. He was exhausted, and gently laid down on the bed without waking you, lying beside you and kissing your forehead.

He laid down against you, acting like the big spoon as he drew you closer to him in his embrace. Coming back to his flats every evening and finding you there, in bed, all peaceful, was the ray of sunshine that caressed his heart after his day. He closed his eyes, surrendering against you as he drifted off to sleep.

It was only a few hours later that he woke up, his eyes had opened on their own and he had no idea why. Perhaps he was having insomnia? That would be the crowning glory of his exhausting day. Even in his sleep, didn't he deserve a little respite?

Then he wondered if perhaps this awakening was due to his Spidersenses being alerted by something. And that's when he felt it, that pressure against his back, the sensation of something around his waist.

You were pressed against his bare back, your steady, even breath landing tenderly on the back of his neck as your hand rested on his stomach, close to his navel.

He was almost tense, completely alienated by this kind of intimacy, but he was slowly trying to relax, to simply enjoy the feel of your body pressed against his.

He was used to being the one who was the big spoon, the one who protected, who formed a shell of his whole body to protect those he loved. He'd already lost so much, so he couldn't afford to lose you, and that translated into many actions, which of course included being the big spoon.

And the back is a sign of vulnerability. Showing someone your back was proof that you trusted them enough to let them have free rein without fearing that you'd be stabbed in the back.

But he felt so... good, he felt safe, like this, in your gentle arms. In fact, he felt that he could be vulnerable, and that little feeling that he could never admit aloud was starting to grow stronger and stronger in his veins:

It felt like he was taken care of, and he liked it.

Why was it so hard for him to admit that he liked, no, wanted to be taken care of? He was always the one who took care of others, not the other way round, but he couldn't help sighing softly. He was comforted by the touch of your skin against his, by your unconscious embrace of him.

You shifted gently in your sleep, your hand accidentally touching a little lower than his navel, on his groin, just a few centimetres away. His breath became a little shakier, the sensation making him quiver and boil at the same time.

You breathed in deep suddenly, as all sleepy people do from time to time, and what he felt gave him the impression of melting: as you breathed out, he felt your breasts pressing against his back.

Now it was going to be difficult to keep his composure. Every breath you took let him feel your breasts on his back, even if they were covered. He swallowed, trying to concentrate on not...

But it was too late, he was starting to feel himself getting hard, his erection rising little by little.

He mentally insulted himself as your hand, with every breath you took, constantly brushed against his skin. Shit, he was getting way too horny. Your breath on his neck, the feel of your body against his, his hand so close and yet so far away.

He let out a little moan as your head moved close to the back of his neck. He had to do something, move perhaps, get out of the embrace, but he didn't want to move away from this sweetness that was being given to him.

He moved a little, just to get your hand away from him and save him from further torment.

"Babe?" your slightly sleepy voice froze him in place, "are you all right?"

Damn, with all his emotions he'd woken you up.

"Nothing's wrong nena, go back to sleep," he whispered, his breath coming in fairly ragged gasps all the same, trying to relax and breathe normally.

You moved slightly, raising yourself gently and accidentally letting your hand rest a little more against his skin, the sudden change from brushing against his lower belly to touching it immediately drew a groan from his throat.

You frowned, waking up a little more.

"Are you sure you're okay ? You seem all so tense..." you asked as you straightened your face until your lips brushed his jaw.

His breath trembled, his back arching.

"Mhm, everything's alright," he said, trying to contain himself even though the urge was growing, "go back to-"

"Miguel," you asked simply, your tone astonished, "are you... hard?"

He bit his lip, his nose wrinkling as he tried to concentrate. But all the sensations you were giving him were preventing him from staying still. He felt almost guilty that he couldn't contain himself, that he was simply being aroused by the mere gesture of you hugging him from the back.

"It's okay," he swallowed, softly, "go back to sleep, it's fine."

He didn't want to disturb you, and he felt guilty that just by you spooning him you'd managed to turn him on.

"You had wet dreams?" you murmured softly, starting to feel more and more awake and aware of the situation.

If only that was all it was, but no, it was completely and utterly you. Your simple touch, your breath, your body, everything.

He hesitated, was admitting that the reason he was horny had simply been the fact that he was the little spoon? Or was he going to make up a trifle? He couldn't even admit to himself that he was immensely affected by your embrace, without it even becoming erotic.

You gently kissed the corner of his jaw, pressing yourself against him.

"What is it," you said, your breath catching on his cheek as he sighed, "hmm?

Your hand drifted down to his erection at last, caressing him with your fingertips, his back arching as he let out a sigh of relief.

"You're so hard..." you remarked softly, whispering against his ear as you placed little pecks on the back of his neck, "I wonder what got you so turned on..."

If only you knew... Your fingers skimmed the length of it, letting the fingertips run down to his balls, caressing them gently. Miguel breathed in deeply, his lips parted.

Your fingers wrapped around him, snaking around his head, letting your thumb make circular movements as the little drops of pre-cum glistened on his tip.

"Would you look at that, so horny..." you mumbled as your other hand slid down his back, tracing the line of his spine as you kissed his shoulder blades.

He let himself be touched, the sensation of your hand slowly and softly pumping his cock as you let your lips and fingers travel up and down his back felt so good it was like he was dreaming.

The warmth of your body, your voice, your presence alone and everything you brought him completed his sensations until they took him to paradise.

You were taking care of him, and he loved it.

He swallowed, the moans multiplying in his voice as you kissed his back.

Your hand took on a slightly faster rhythm, putting slightly more pressure into your stroking when coming back up his head, spending more time just underneath his crown tracing sinuous patterns, his voice trembling as you twisted your wrist while jerking him off.

"Does that feel good?" you asked, kissing his ear, nipping lightly at his lobe as a dark growl rose from his throat.

All those kisses, all those touches, he wouldn't last long.

"Mhm," he nodded, his voice quavering, "increíble, nena."

His hips began to move of their own accord, one of his hands coming to rest on your hip to pull you closer to him. He wanted to eliminate any space that separated his back from your torso, intoxicated by the physical sensations, the exceptional feeling he had in his lower back.

Your kisses were tender, your words sweet, your hand taking him perfectly and touching him wonderfully in all the right places. He felt himself melting under your touch, the friction you were giving him so perfect that he could already feel himself coming.

"So good, muñeca," he breathed, his hips accelerating, his pelvis undulating to fuck your hand, "so good..."

His breath quickened, and with a loud groan, he came, spurting over your hand. His hips jerked as you gently slowed the pace, tenderly caressing his hard skin as you kissed his neck, murmuring tender words.

He turned to lie on his back, watching you. He came over to kiss you, almost as a thank you, but mainly because you'd just given him such wonderful sensations.

You brought your hand to your lips, licking them gently.

"I wonder what made you so hard," you said in a murmur, coming back to place your head on his torso.

You had eventually understood the reason for his arousal and globally his delight, and from then on, as soon as you were both in bed, you would take him in your arms like a good little spoon against you. Because he had shown you how vulnerable he was, and because he too had the right to know that there was someone there who cared about him and would protect him at all costs.

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