#shuri x black!fem reader

[naomis-daydream]

the panther’s prey // shuri udaku

summary: an argument has you questioning your relationship with shuri. due to your uncertainty and her duties as black panther, it’s been nearly two weeks since you two have spoken, but the Panther must make it known that she will not be ignored.

warnings: predator/prey aspects, oral and strap-on (reader receiving bc shuri’s a munch), scissoring, overstimulation, praise, and degradation if you squint.

a/n: i was gonna publish fluff…idk how we got here. again, i’m still new to writing smut so please be gentle. started as a short idea, lord this took so long to finish so show her love!

translations: ewe - yes, sana/sthandwa- baby, nkosazana- princess.

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The soft patter of the rain meeting your living room window matched with the low lighting from numerous lamps completed the relaxed ambiance of your apartment.

You were sitting on your couch, eyes glued to your laptop as your fingers typed almost subconsciously against the keys. You were trying to finish some notes so you could actually enjoy your weekend, wanting to spend your Friday night doing something other than work, but alas, here you were.

You took a sip of your tea, the liquid sending a comforting warmth down your throat. As you set the mug down on a coaster, turning back to your work, a rustle coming from your balcony causes you to jump slightly.

You sighed, hand over your heart to relax your nerves. You’d been really anxious since the attack on Wakanda, and though it’s been over a year since it’s occurrence, even the slightest thing out of the ordinary sparked caution.

You chalk it up to the winds, the Wakandan breeze having been particularly strong in recent weeks. When you attempt to go back to your work, another noise, closer, draws your eyes back to the door.

You lived on the fifth floor of your complex, so your suspicions about someone creeping along your deck weren’t too high. Nonetheless, you rose from your curled position slowly, inching towards the door. You flick the switch to turn on the balcony light, peeking through the shades. Seeing as no one a visibly outside, you sigh deeply before swinging it open, just to make sure. You quickly scan the area, your heart rate relaxing when you’re met with nothing but your outdoor furniture and a light breeze flowing through your hair.

You shut the door, locking it behind you before turning around. The small sense of security you regained left in a mere second when you’re met with a suit-clad figure standing a few yards away from you by the couch.

You jump back, hitting the door slightly with a hand on your chest as you gasp. One would think this reaction would warrant an explanation, a response, something from the woman across from you, yet she stood still, her gaze still felt underneath the metallic mask.

“Shuri,” you breathed, eyes widened in surprise.

The taller girl lifted her chin in acknowledgment, eyes still peering into you. You both stood there for a beat, seemingly waiting on the other to say something. Once you realized the small tilt of her head was the only response she’d give you, another set of words stumbled out of you.

“What are you…H-how did you-?” you uttered, looking from the door back to her frame.

Silence. Again.

The slight fear in your tone from her unannounced visit didn’t go unnoticed by her majesty. You exhale deeply, the frustration from her wordlessness causing you to drag a hand down your face.

“Look, you can’t just break in here and…”

“I’m not breaking anything.” she says finally, voice low and deep.

You scoff shortly. “Oh, so she speaks.”

The static between you two returns once more as you stand stoically waiting for a response. Again, you’re the one to break it. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to go ghost—well kinda, but I just…needed to think things through myself. Figure out what I want, what I need.”

“And it took you two weeks to figure out if I’m a want or a need?” She asked, retracting her helmet while taking a two steps towards you.

“That’s not what I meant, you know that.” you reply while shaking your head. “But that doesn’t warrant you showing up like this. If you wanted to talk, why not use your beads like a sane person?”

“Who said I came here talk?”

Your mouth closes as you swallow under her gaze, choosing to look at your kitchen cabinets rather that her hypnotizing eyes. “If you think you’re gonna seduce me after practically ignoring me for weeks, and not even reaching out to me when I left, you’re mistaken,” you reply, turning your head back to her.

“That’s what this is about?” She cocks her head to the right slightly, continuing to stalk closer, “I don’t give you enough attention, so you run away, knowing I’d follow?”

The roll of your eyes brings a smirk to her lips as she watches you fold your arms across your midriff, seemingly putting a barrier between yourself and her.

“Though you always loved the chase, didn’t you?”

You keep your eyes locked with hers as she continues, walking towards your hallway. “Let’s see if you enjoy running this time.”

That’s the last thing she said before her frame disappeared into your hallway, leaving you open-mouthed and alone in your living room as you contemplated what the hell she was doing.

“Shuri, I’m not playing these games,” you shouted, voice echoing in the absence of her response.

Your voice is the only one heard as you walk through the hallway, passing the threshold of the room she undeniably went to.

“Seriously, Shuri, stop messing around.” You call, walking to the center of the room, standing in front of your bed while looking around.

“But we haven’t had any fun yet, sana,” she whispers in your ear, causing you to jump for what seems like the fifth time tonight as she emerges soundlessly behind you.

You whip your body to face her, backing up slightly when your lips almost touch. She smiled feverishly, obviously amused by her antics and the reactions they draw out of you.

“Stop doing that.” You push at her shoulders. “If you’re just here to toy with me, you can go back to your precious lab.”

Your words make her step closer, you step back as she speaks. “Oh, I haven’t even began to toy with you, my love.”

Your brows furrow as she continues, her words matching her actions, strong and tantalizing. “You know what I think?” she begins, “I think you want me to stay.”

Your breath hitches as you step back further, the back of your knees buckling as they hit the bed’s edge.

“I think you want me to make up for the all attention I’ve been so neglectful in giving to you.” Shuri says lowly, voice soft yet stern as she rests her hands on either side of you. “Hm?”

This time, it was you who was silent, choosing to scan her face rather than utter a no doubt shaky reply. Her eyes were dark and inviting, irises so warm and enticing that it drew you into her, leaning forward ever so slightly. Her lips were parted as her warm breath tickled your skin, making you shiver. Shuri smiles as she studies you, the way you watch her every move. The sinful glint in her eyes only grows as she lowers herself in front of you, knees connecting with the wooden floor.

She sighs in feigned indifference. “You know, I’ve always known your body better than you do,” she begins, massaging your thighs intently. “As much as you attempt to be dishonest with me, she can’t,” she breathes, eyes dropping to your core.

The thumping in your chest is so apparent you feel it in your ears, embarrassment clouding your thoughts as you’re sure she senses it too.

The panther chuckles at your state, your racing heartbeat only amplifying her hunger to claim you as hers. She wants to take her time, to go slow, make you feel every inch of her desire for you, but she couldn’t fight the primal urge to absolutely ruin you.

She flexes her right hand, her claws emerging from her suit with a sharp noise. A gasp escapes as she leans over you, prompting you to lay down. Shuri props herself up with one hand beside your torso, the other dragging lightly over your leggings with enough force that the cool metal is felt against your skin, but not puncturing.

She kisses your collarbone gently, words breathed into your skin as she speaks. “We have a little disagreement, and you leave me. Running away like a child.”

You can’t help the gasp that escapes your lips as you feel the claw of her index finger disrupt the seam on the side of your leg, running down from your hip to your ankle, the noise filling the room. She continues to mark you, nipping and sucking at your neck as she speaks.

“You think you’d find someone else to spoil you like I do, nkosazana, hm? Is that what it is?” she continues, repeating her previous action on your other leg. “I fail to attend to you for a few days and you go to find someone new?”

Your quickened breaths are the only response she gets from you, much to her dismay. “So quiet now, my love,” She taunts, standing to pull the ripped leggings off your body. “Let’s fix that, yeah?”

Your body ached for her, you’re sure she could tell by the way you lifted your hips to help remove the pesky fabric, even more so by the visible wet patch on the crotch of your underwear.

Laughter vibrates through the young monarch. She could tell you want her just as much as she wants you, but she still senses the hesitance in your obedience. Usually by now, you’d be begging her to touch you, and though your reaction was slightly unexpected, Shuri had a plethora of ways of opening you up.

You hold eye contact with her as she lowers to a kneel once more, retracting her claws before pulling your thighs to the bed’s edge as she smiles up at you.

You shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t. You knew it was inevitable that Shuri would come to you, look at you with those pretty little eyes, say those pretty little words that’d make you fall back in her embrace with little fight. You hoped it’d be different this time, that you’d get her to admit her wrongs before getting her in your pants, put up a little fight, just to show you could. Though the willpower you thought you had was clearly terrible as she hooks two fingers around your panties and pulls them down your silky legs.

“Fuck, sthandwa,” she breaths, taking in your soaked cunt. “All this for me?”

You don’t respond, a pitiful attempt at holding on to the little control you had over her—denying her your praise. Shuri noticed the chokehold your grip had on the sheets, wrinkling the fabric as to resist touching her.

Her finger trails lightly down your slit, brushing over your clit as a soft whimper leaves your throat. “There she is,” the panther purrs, locking your thighs in the crook of her elbows.

Shuri kisses up your thighs, stoping ever so often to nip at the pillowy skin. “You gonna stop fighting me, love? Let me give this pussy the attention she deserves?”

Her words make the pounding at your core intensify, aching to be taken care of. Like she heard your body’s monologue, she licked a long stripe up your entrance, eliciting a sharp inhale from you as she licked her lips at the taste.

Progress.

“I know you’re mad at me,” she begins, looking up at you with feigned innocent eyes, “but why punish her for my actions? Let me make it up to you both.”

You sigh hazily at her words, her mouth so close to where you needed her. Though you knew she wouldn’t continue unless you said it, gave her the satisfaction of verbalizing your need for her.

“Say it.” She whispers. “Say it and I’ll give you everything you desire, everything I have…I just need to hear you say it.”

“Panther…” you whisper. “Take me.”

That’s all she needs to lower her head to the heaven between your thighs. She swirls her tongue around your clit, moaning as she sucks gently.

“Bast!” you cry, throwing your head back with eyes glued shut.

Any attempt at hiding your need for her was long gone now. Shuri flicked her tongue rapidly over the sensitive bundle of nerves, admiring the way your legs clamped over her ears as she did.

This did little to stop the avenger, she simply pried your legs open, fingers digging into your flesh as you continued to writhe on the sheets.

“Shuri,” you whined, her name dragging over your lips.

“Yes, my love?” She mutters, kitten-kissing your clit. “P-Please, don’t s-stop.” you begged.

She opens her eyes to look up at you, scratching your hip to make you reciprocate.

“You’re going to regret indulging me, sweet girl.”

You barely sputter out a reply as Shuri drives her tongue into your drenched hole, curling it upwards as if she’s searching inside you, twisting the muscle to find that familiar spot that made you fall apart every time.

“Gods, baby, right there! Keep it right there!” You utter, releasing your grip on the sheets and replacing your grasp onto Shuri’s curls.

She leaves sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on your entrance before sticking her tongue out as your hips grind onto her.

That’s it, use me.

Your pants sped up, aligning with your hips as you fuck yourself on her face. You’re close, you both know it, from the way your legs are trembling over her shoulders to the pulsing of your pussy that leaked onto her chin.

“Yes, fuck! Shuri! Shuri!” You chanted, nearly prayer-like had it not been falling from such sinful lips.

Her name continued to vibrate off the walls when your release erupted through you, your body shaking as you rode it out.

The queen lapped up your essence, sucking every drop that threatened to fall from your center as she groaned at the taste. “Such a good fucking girl.”

You exhaled contently, beginning to sit up before a strong hand pushes your torso back down. Her name didn’t leave your tongue before hers was back on you, humming at the way your center throbbed at the stimulation.

Despite pushing her head away, you moaned, the lines of too much and too good blurring. “M-my love, please. Just wa-ait-” you stuttered, looking down to her.

Your words were cut off as she grabbed your wrists, pinning them on either side of your hips as she looked up to you with hallowed cheeks, sucking harshly.

Another strangled moan rips through your throat as your hands balls in fists, fighting a losing battle of breaking free from your highness’ hold.

“I can’t,” you say, eyes watering as she moves one hand off your wrist to push two fingers inside you with little resistance.

Finally, she pulls her mouth off you. “Aw, you gonna cry for me, pretty? Give me those cute little tears to match the way your pussy’s sobbing for me?” she smirks, pumping her lanky fingers steadily in and out of you.

“Fuck!” You sob, a tear rolling down your plump cheek as you feel that familiar knot tightening in your lower stomach.

“You gonna cum for me, Y/n?” she asks lowly.

“Yes!”

“Give it to me. Please, let me have it.” She begs, licking her lips while she curls her fingers up.

You practically yell incoherently as she guides you through your orgasm, a mix of moans and curses fill the air as you come down from your high.

A sigh leaves you as she slowly pulls her fingers out, you smile softly as she stands, lifting them to your mouth. You enclose your lips around her while holding her gaze, groaning at the taste of yourself while swirling your tongue between her fingers as she removes them, a line of spit trailing close behind.

Shuri’s eyes darken at the sight of you; locs messily splayed against the bed, eyes puffy and slightly red, neck full of marks of varying size and color no doubt worsening by the minute.

You looked absolutely beautiful.

She leans down to trap you in an intoxicating kiss, brushing her tongue against yours while cradling your face. Your lips dance with one another, going from slow and gentle, to quick and desperate.

She pulls back, chuckling as you chase her touch, to stand. You watch intently as her suit retracts into the toothed necklace laying fiercely against her neckline. You prop yourself up on your elbows as she removes her sports bra and underwear, dragging the undergarment teasingly down her leg.

Any hopes you had at ending at a mere two rounds died as her lustful gaze held you in place, unable to move as she stalked toward the bed.

She crawled beside you, laying on her side as you turned to face her. The two of you admire one another for a moment, the dips, curves, and everything in between on each others’ body. Shuri lifted two fingers to trail up your leg, eyes following as her touch tickled you.

She enjoyed watching you squirm, knowing it was her who made you this way. That’s precisely why she smiled as her fingertips grazed your shoulder, falling in the valley between your breasts. She could feel you shudder as her thumb tweaked your nipple. Your eyes remained on her face as you watched her play with you. It was common during sex with Shuri, she would often get lost in the action of touching you, seeing reactions she could get.

She treated you like a toy, meant to be played with and enjoyed for her own fulfillment, and you fucking loved it.

She reaches to flick your other nipple as she kissed you, soft and sweet, contrary to her movements. You moan in her mouth, relaxing into her touch. She places a hand on the back of neck as she rolls onto her back, wrapping a leg around your waist.

Your head drops into the crook of her neck as your feel your pussy brush hers. You roll your hips onto hers, rubbing your clits against one another.

Shuri groans, biting her lower lip as she matches your rhythm. She was so wet from eating you out, poor thing was rubbing her thighs together to ease the pressure growing inside her as she pleased you.

Your hand is above her head, holding you steady as you rock your hips together, the sloshing of your arousals mixing making you cry out as your third orgasm approached quickly.

“Shit, you feel so good,” she breaths, breasts rising and falling rapidly as she keeps your pace. Her hand reaches for yours above her, intertwining your fingers. She squeezes your palm with each connection of your hips. “I’m close, usana, so close.”

You both loved this position. It was one of the few with you on top, in control. It was more intimate than others because you both were so close, nothing else but each other making one feel this way. Panther and pantheress, holding each other until it became too much, picking up the pieces of one another just to chase the high all over again.

You grabbed the back of her knee that was previously around your waist, bringing it to lay on your shoulder as you rolled your pussy harder onto hers.

“Nnghh-baby, right there. You’re so fucking good to me. Ewe! Don’t stop.” She cried, hips nearly rising off the mattress in attempt to get closer. You bent down, connecting your foreheads as you breathed in one another, chasing that euphoric feeling creeping closely in the both of you.

“Cum with me, my queen,” you begged. “Cum all over this pussy!”

She rocked her hips up onto yours, groaning loudly as her body shook against yours. You came shortly after, collapsing on top of her as you both breathed heavily. She kisses your shoulder gently, muttering sweet nothings into your skin.

Though it took longer for you, your breathing slowed, heart rate returning to normal. Shuri sensed this, taking the moment to address the elephant in the room.

“So,” she uttered, hands resting on the curve of your ass. “I am forgiven?”

The slight uncertainty in her tone makes you giggle as you sit up slightly to see her face. You take in her features, while fucked-out, you could see the sincerity in her eyes. “Yeah,” you say after a beat, “I forgive you.”

Her smile makes your heart melt, the apples of her cheeks rising as she begins to speak before you cut her off with a finger raised. “But that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.” You start, seeing her smile lessen.

“You can’t just shut me out for weeks, flake on our dates, and barely acknowledge me, then come over and and do this,” you gesture towards your sweating, naked forms.

“I need you to let me back in, talk to me, let me know what’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours.” she nods softly as you speak.

“I am truly sorry, my love. There’s no explanation that justifies my actions. I just…I got scared.” she admits, closing her eyes.

“Scared of what, Shuri?” you ask, tilting your head in attempt to get the girl to met your gaze. Once she does, you sense the hesitance in her movements. “If I don’t know, I can’t help, Ri.” She sighs, opening her eyes to meet yours—kind and curious as the day she met you.

“I-I just can’t shake the thought that one day you’ll leave me,” she begins, continuing when she sees your confused expression. “That you’ll find someone else to treat you the way you deserve, that you’ll realize I’m just this…broken girl who’s heart you can’t fix.”

“Hey,” you bring one of her hands to your lips, kissing her knuckles. “You are not broken, and you damn sure don’t need to be fixed. You’re human, despite having the strength of the Black Panther,” you teased, earning a light chuckle. “You’re not perfect, nor do I expect you to be. What I do expect, is for you to trust me, to communicate with me, to let me take the load off.”

Her brows raised at your statement’s implications, a smile growing on her face. Heat rises to your cheeks as you hit her shoulder lightly. “Stop! That’s not what I meant,” you say, fighting the smile rising on your features.

“That said,” you continue, “I’m glad you came over.”

“Really? I was getting the feeling you wanted me gone when you started screaming ‘Shuri! Shuri!’” she mocked, earning another smack on the shoulder.

“Ow! Hit me again, woman. See how much of a load you can take,” she warned.

You smiled sinisterly as you hopped off the bed, walking towards the bathroom. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Panther,” you smiled over your shoulder.

You heard her chuckle behind you as the bed creaked, her footsteps trailing close behind you and the door clicked shut.

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The bath you had ran was sure to be freezing by now, long abandoned by it’s owners who were meant to be “saving water.”

Somewhere between you running the bath water and Shuri getting fresh towels led to you ending up bent over the countertop with her strap eight inches deep inside your cunt.

You didn’t even see her get the damn thing, much less put on the harness. You would’ve figured her sex drive was fulfilled by now, but as you leaned over to check the running water, you felt her wrap her arms around you, pushing you onto the nearest surface as she slipped inside. The panther was indeed still on the prowl.

“Look at yourself, see how good you look? How good we look? How could I ever think you were made to take anyone else but me, hm?”

Her questions feel upon seemingly deaf ears, because all you could focus on was the feeling of her. How right she was. How right it feels when she’s inside you, mercilessly pushing her hips into yours so hard you felt her everywhere.

The pain of your hips meeting the cold, hard countertop mixed with the pleasure of her dick repeatedly hitting that numbing spot began to be too much. Coupled with the overstimulation from previous orgasms, you were on the verge of cumming in minutes.

Shuri noticed this too. She look down to see where she disappeared and reappeared inside you, noticing the clench of your walls around her as well as the thick ring of your arousal coating her strap. She smirked, knowing you were close. She changed her action from bringing her hips to yours to harshly bringing your ass to meet her cock, reaching impossibly deeper inside you.

You let out a guttural moan, now uncaring and unashamed of anyone who might hear you, making the woman smile. This was the panther’s pussy, and she wanted your entire complex to know.

“Shuri, please!” You nearly screamed.

“Please what, sthandwa sami? What do you want?” she says breathlessly, her own release building as well.

“Please don’t stop.”

“Tell me. Tell me who does this pussy belong to? Ungokabani?” she replies, her pace unfaltering as you whimpered, her words only lessening the distance of your high.

Who do you belong to? How could she ask such a thing? From the moment she walked in, she knew your were hers, if you’d really wanted her to leave, she wouldn’t have made it past the hallway. You wanted her, nearly more than she wanted you. You wanted her to chase you, to catch you, make you know that as much you try to hide it, you existed simply for one another.

“You! I’m yours. I’m yours, my queen. I’ve never belonged to anyone, but you!”

The royal’s hips faltered at the statement, lost in the undeniable honesty of your words. She toke the opportunity to learn over, whispering in your ear. “That’s right, nkosazana. And you never will.”

That’s was confirmation enough for you. With the next thrust you were cumming. Your limbs grew limp as you squirted all over Shuri’s pelvis, moaning loudly.

You looked up at the mirror, lower lip caught between your teeth to see Shuri’s head buried in your neck as she continued to sloppily move inside you. Her groans were stifled by your skin, the vibrations making you shudder as you felt her bottom out, throwing her head back as your name left her lips.

She bends over you again, kissing your shoulder before meeting your gaze in the mirror.

“Ndiyakuthandana, sweet girl.”

You hummed, a lazy smile on your face, eyes low-lidded as you replied. “I love you too.”

She smiled at your words, standing before pulling out of you slowly. You sighed as she did, missing the feeling of being filled.

“Come on,” she said nodding toward the shower, “let’s get you cleaned up.”

You stood, wincing at the slight pain your back. Taking her hand, you limped slowly.

Her free hand went to start the shower, fingers running under the stream to assure a comfortable temperature for you. Once she was satisfied, Shuri steps inside, pulling you into her embrace as she does.

Your arms wrap around her necks as hers cage your waist. Your fingertips play with the growing hair at her nape as she hums contently, leaning her head back into your touch.

You tilt your head up to place a soft kiss on her lips. Shuri reciprocated, pushing her tongue into your mouth. She pulls away your bottom lip between her teeth as she growls deeply.

“Mine.”

You smile happily as you reply.

“Yours.”

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pairing: shuri udaku x black!fem reader

contains: explicit language, fluff

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author’s note: i missed shuri sooo much. i’m so happy she came back to me. for the nasty gals, part two will have smut. thanks for reading!

the woman behind the bar eyed the younger woman in front of her. metal and glass clashed as her lanky fingers tapped the rim of her cocktail. on every finger laid a ring—some of diamond, some of a mixture of jewels.

she tapped impatiently, turning her back to the bartender. the aroma of sweaty bodies lingered in the air as the bartender replaced the empty glass with two shots of whisky.

looking out into the crowd, shuri clenched her jaw. her attempt at tracking you down with solely her eyes was proving to be a failure. she couldn’t see you but she could smell you, and unfortunately, your scent was growing distant by the second.

“maybe if you take those dark ass shades off, you’d be able to find whoever you’re looking for!” yelled the bartender in shuri’s direction.

shuri turned to face the woman behind the bar, tossing a diamond studded grin her way. “and maybe if you had kept that to yourself, your tip would have been much larger. keep the change.” shuri reached into her blazer and tossed two hundred dollar bills on the counter.

the bartender rolled her eyes as she picked up the cash. her eyes scanned shuri in disbelief. the king’s tip was generous, unlike her demeanor.

“assholes like you are always good looking.” the older woman replied as she turnt on her heel to greet the influx of customers darting towards the bar.

the whiskey’s intensity matched the fire that brewed inside of shuri’s chest. her skin was hot, full of rage and tension. shuri licked her lips as she used her hand to brush off a piece of lint from her pants.

prior to your arrival, you spent the evening scrubbing dishes, sweeping, and mopping. you and shuri did a decent job at maintaining your shared apartment by assigning tasks to each other. but lately, shuri hadn’t been around.

it started off small—an extra ten minutes added to her council meetings turned into twenty. as a result of the extended meetings, her presence in wakanda had become increasingly demanding. a day in wakanda would turn into a week until eventually, the lines between catering to her nation and you merged until the victorious winner landed on top. you loved her nation and her culture. but you could not stop the jealousy that fermented in your gut.

you had stopped texting her during her away trips. she took note of this, and proceeded to call you daily. you answered, annoyingly, which she also took note of.

when you stopped answering her calls, shuri put no thought behind your lack of response. she knew your temperament—this was just one your moments. you’d get over it, after some time. the king figured that you’d missed her, because of course you would, and your stubbornness would run dry, ensuring a phone call from you would be coming soon.

that was three days ago.

on the fourth day of her trip, she discovered that you turned your location off. she was fine with allowing you to have your space, which she soon realized was needed after you two made it official. but your whereabouts served as a makeshift safety net for shuri. she didn’t care where you were, as long as you were safe. her trust in you was undeniable; yet her destain for being alone was fiercer. your presence in her life was the start of a new journey for the king. her wounds, rooted in pain and hatred, slowly began to heal as your relationship became stronger. you curated a space for shuri to be emotional without judgment. she needed you, craved you and your scent like a drug.

and that very smell is how the king found herself at club roxi, one drink and two shots deep, on the prowl for you.

quickly, shuri inhaled your panties. she placed them inside of her inner blazer pocket as she trudged deeper into the sea of bodies.

she didn’t want to be here; shuri hated the club, but you didn’t. you didn’t mind the volume, the stares, the touches. it was all too—

“MUCH! this is much better!” you shouted to kelsie as you clutched your salt rimmed glass. she grinned, twirling her drink in hand as she motioned toward the packed dance floor. the crowd of people moved like one living, breathing organism.

“your drink was free of charge! the bartender kept calling you sexy.” kelsie replied.

you gagged as you took a sip of your drink.

“she looks like she bites people.”

kelsie choked before she erupted in laughter.

since your arrival, shuri’s absence had been lingering in the back of your mind. the distance between the two of you had become too wide to ignore, though you’d made a habit of trying. a part of you wondered if she was thinking about you—if she missed you.

kelsie nudged you playfully.

“come on, you’re here to have fun! let’s dance!” she shouted over the thumping speakers.

you smiled, as you followed her towards the mass of swaying bodies. the rhythm took over, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to get lost in it—the movement, the music, the freedom. you hadn’t noticed the panther following you from the shadows.

your scent was a guiding thread that shuri had no intention of losing. she weaved through the crowd, the pulse of the music did little to distract her from her mission. her thoughts were wild—anger, frustration, longing, all swirled together in a cocktail of emotion she wasn't used to swallowing. you’d shut her out, and now all she wanted was to be close to you again.

her heart skipped a beat the second she located you.

you were laughing, carefree, and the sight tugged at something deep within her. your laughter was not the driving factor that threw her overboard. it was the woman’s grip on your waist that awoken the demon inside of her.

there you were—dancing, swaying to the music as a woman was pressed up behind you, her hands on your hips, moving in sync with you. her lips were dangerously close to your ear as she whispered something that made you giggle.

for a moment, shuri wondered if you even needed her the way she needed you. but then she saw it—the flash of sadness in your eyes, the way you seemed to hesitate between the beats. you weren't as carefree as you appeared. you missed her, too. something clicked, and shuri realized that all you needed was her attention. all you wanted was her touch. a pair of hands were touching you but they did not belong to her and it infuriated her.

“enough is enough.” shuri growled.

without thinking, shuri pushed her way through the crowd, her eyes locked on you. as she stalked closer, you still hadn’t noticed her. you were too caught up in the rhythm of the music. the woman behind you spun you around, her hands lingering on your waist as she pulled you closer.

you felt the shift in the air before you saw her. it was subtle, like the slightest pressure in the atmosphere. you’ve always been able to feel her presence, even when she’s not saying a word. you turned, as your eyes searched through the flashing lights and moving bodies. and there she was, standing in front of you, dark glasses hiding those pretty eyes of hers. but her posture, her presence—it was unmistakable.

she didn’t say anything at first. she just looked at you, her lips pressed into a thin line, her jaw still clenched. you could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her hands were balled into fists at her sides. she tried to stay calm, but you could tell she was barely holding it together.

“why are you here, shuri?” you asked, your voice sharp enough to cut through the music. you didn’t bother hiding the frustration in your tone.

“i could ask you the same thing,” she barked back, as she stepped closer.

“i thought we were past running away.”

you scoffed, as you folded your arms across your chest.

“i’m not running away. i’m just… taking a break from my responsibilities. that’s something you seem to do all the time these days.”

shuri winced at your words, but she didn't back down.

“i’m not the one who turned off my location,” she fired back. “i listened to you when you protested wearing the beads and bought this phone instead. you know i don’t like not knowing if you’re safe. i tried using your ancient technology. yet here you stand, testing my patience.”

“and i don’t like feeling like i’m second place in my own relationship!” you snapped back, as the frustration bubbled inside you.

“i get it, shuri. you have responsibilities, your country needs you. but what about me? what about us?”

“us? you just made it clear that there is no us! tell me, y/n, who the fuck is this?!” shuri yelled. her eyes flickered to the girl beside you, who was standing too close for her liking.

you blinked, thrown off by her outburst. “this is—what? shuri, i—“

but shuri wasn’t listening to you. her focus had already shifted to the woman besides you.

“who are you?” her voice was cold, with a dangerous edge to it.

“WHO. ARE. YOU?!?!” shuri shouted in kelsie’s face.

unbeknownst to you, shuri had managed to remove her top grill to relieve herself from the pain of her canine teeth.

as a side effect of taking the herb, when threatened, the panther’s canines grow thicker and longer. the king did not wear her kimyo beads—so naturally, her body became the armor she needed. and it was up to you to stop the panther before she attacked.

kelsie raised her hands in defense. “whoa, hold up!i’m not trying to cause any problems here.”

you quickly stepped between them, as you placed a hand on shuri’s arm. you were trying to diffuse the tension that was in her body.

“shuri, stop. it’s not what you think.”

shuri’s eyes flickered back to you, her expression softened slightly as she searched your face for an explanation.

“then tell me what i’m supposed to think.” she replied. her voice was quieter now, but still laced with frustration.

“because from where i’m standing, it looks like you’re having a good time with someone else.”

you sighed, realizing how this must have looked to her.

“shuri, this is kelsie.” you said, as you gestured towards kelsie’s direction.

“she’s a friend. we’ve known each other since forever. we were just cutting up, nothing serious.”

kelsie eagerly noded as she stepped forward with a scared smile on her face.

“no harm was intended. y/n is a little too girly for my liking anyways.” she teased.

“please go find a stud to play with!” you shot back.

the two of you shared a laugh together before kelsie walked back to the bar.

shuri’s tense posture loosened slightly, but her eyes were still narrowed. she was clearly not entirely convinced. “and the dancing?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“it was just dancing.”

the silence that was dangling in the air was thick and palpable.

shuri’s face softened as the tension in her body fully loosened. she reached up to take off her sunglasses, revealing the dark, tired eyes that had been hidden behind them. you could see her clearly—the vulnerability, the guilt, the longing.

“i’ve never stopped thinking about you,” her voice was faint, almost pleading.

“i’ve been trying to balance everything, but it’s harder than i thought. i’m not used to… needing someone this much.” she confessed.

her words hit you like a wave as they washed over the anger you desperately wanted to cling to. you wanted to stay mad, to keep your walls up, but the truth was, you’ve missed her too.

“do you see the state that i am in? do you see what being away from you does to me?”

you eyed her as you processed her words. her vulnerability felt raw, unfamiliar. you’ve always known her as the confident, unwavering king of wakanda. but in that moment, she was just shuri—the person you loved, the person who let you slip through her fingers without realizing it.

“do you think saying that changes anything?” you stated, your voice trembling slightly.

“do you really think admitting that you need me after all this time fixes the fact that you made me feel like an afterthought? you left for wakanda last week.”

shuri flinches at your words, her jaw tightened again, but she didn’t retreat. instead, she took a deep breath and stepped closer, close enough that you could smell the familiar scent of her cologne.

“i know i’ve messed up,” she admitted, her voice was rough, but steady.

“i’ve been trying to protect everyone, to be everything for wakanda, for my people… and in the process, i forgot how to be here for you. but i can’t lose you. not like this.”

your throat tightened and for a moment, you didn’t trust yourself to speak. you wanted to believe her. you wanted to believe that the woman standing in front of you is the same one who promised she’d never let you feel alone, even when her world felt like it was falling apart.

shuri took another step closer, her eyes searching yours. “i’ve been running on empty,” she whispered, yet you heard her.

“but i can’t run from this. from you. i need you.”

her words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. you could feel the weight of her gaze, the quiet intensity of her presence. the music, the flashing lights, the crowd—everything faded into the background, leaving just the two of you standing there, suspended in the tension that’s been building for far too long.

“i’ve needed you too, shuri. but it’s hard to keep needing someone who isn’t around.”

shuri’s eyes softened, and for the first time tonight, you see the guilt etched deeply into her features.

“i know,” she murmurs. “i know I haven’t been here the way you deserve. but i’m here now and i’m not going anywhere.”

you search her face for any hint of insincerity, but all you see is her—your shuri, stripped of all the walls she’s built up around herself. you wanted to believe her, but the hurt was still there, lingering like a bruise.

“how do i know this won’t happen again?” you asked, your voice wavering slightly.

“how do i know that you won’t get caught up in your world and forget about me all over again?”

shuri reached out, hesitating for a moment before she gently cupped your face in her hands. her touch was warm, grounding, and for the first time in weeks, you felt a flicker of that connection you’ve missed so much.

“i can’t promise i’ll be perfect,” she said softly. “but i can promise that i’m going to fight for this—for us. i can promise that you’ll never have to wonder if you’re second to anything ever again. i have told the council to refer all of my duties to my assistant.”

tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, as you blinked them away, swallowing the lump forming in your throat. you wanted to hold on to your anger, to the hurt that’s been gnawing at you for so long. but as you looked into shuri’s eyes, you realize something: you didn’t want to lose her either.

you nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “i just… i don’t want to feel like this anymore.”

shuri’s thumbs brushed softly against your cheeks as she held your gaze. “you won’t.” she declared. her voice was thick with emotion. “i swear to bast, you won’t.”

and in that moment, standing there with her hands on your face, the weight of the past few weeks seemed to lift, just a little. it’s not perfect. it’s not fixed. but it’s a start.

shuri leaned in, her forehead resting gently against yours. her breath was warm against your skin. “let me prove it to you,” she whispered, as her voice slightly cracked.

“just give me a chance.”

you closed your eyes, feeling the heat of her body so close to yours, the steadiness of her presence. and after a long, painful pause, you finally exhaled.

“okay,” you whispered, your voice soft, but resolute.

“prove it to me.”

shuri pulled you into her arms, holding you tightly.

for the first time in a long while, you let yourself melt into her embrace, the familiar warmth of her touch soothed the ache in your chest.

it’s not everything, not yet—but for now, it’s enough.

you tightened the grip on her hand.

“when did you get an assistant?”

“okoye has many different titles, sthandwa.”

jokingly, you pushed shuri away from you as you laughed.

“it’s in your best interest that she never hears you call her anything other than her name.”

shuri snickered to herself.

“and it’s in your best interest that you start stretching now. i’m not done with you.”

with her hand in yours, shuri guided you out of the club.

“our night has only begun.” shuri declared.

[amplifiedmoan]

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 (𝑷𝒕. 𝟐)

Pairing: Shuri Udaku x Black!fem reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), long distance relationship, strap on sex, cunnilingus, scissoring, overstimulation, kimoyo bead toy, switch!Reader, switch!Shuri, etc.

Word Count: 2.4k

Synopsis: Shuri came to visit you on campus again while Riri is away. Refer to Part 1.

Song Inspiration:

Author’s Note: Whew! Y’all, I’m slut, you’re a slut, Shuri’s a slut. I can’t make this up… Please leave your thoughts and criticism in the comments. I love y’all! Byeeee

Long distance was hard.

You weren’t sure how long you and Shuri were going to be able to keep this up, but for the time being, you just enjoyed each other’s company.

Riri went home last night to see her mother. She’d often get homesick and her mother is usually all alone whenever she was on campus. A family reunion was in the works and she wanted to help her mother cook and prepare for it.

The night air blew in from the dorm room window. The oxygen around was thick, a sexual aroma marinating in it. It coerced you. The headboard creaked against the wall, scraping against the new paint job.

“Oh, fuck!” You screamed. Your walls were sealed around the strap that Shuri was pouncing inside of you. “Agh… yes yes yes!” Moans flew out with small breaths. Your calves sat fittingly on her shoulders as she took out any and all frustration on you and your body. Your eyes closed shut tightly as she picked up her pace, fighting for not only your release but her own. Your boobs danced beneath her, unable to stay in place. Her eyes flicked up from your enticing brown nipples to your beautiful brown eyes.

“How’s that, nkosanza?” (princess) Shuri uttered, leaning down to kiss you on your soft lips as she continued fucking you. Damn, she made you flexible over time. She’d never let you limit yourself or say what you thought you couldn’t do. “I’m… I’m gonna cum, baby.” You replied softly against her mouth. Your brain was completely incompetent but you drowned in ecstasy.

“Mmhm.” She smirked. Whenever you were about to cum, Shuri would prepare to fuck the shit out of you through your orgasm. It made her feel powerful. “You’re so pretty, Y/N.” She spoke, reaching for your neck. She began pushing in and out of you slowly. Shuri watched your pussy swallow the vibranium and then release it afterwards. You moaned at the feeling of her veiny, tatted hands violating your windpipe.

“So are you.” You smiled softly, eyes still closed with bliss. “I’m going to be rough, usana.” (baby) She voiced, looking up your body, rubbing gently against your throat with her thumb. “I know.” You whispered, opening your eyes, allowing her to view the consent resting in your pupils. Before you knew it, your girlfriend was drilling you into the mattress beneath you two. She moaned softly, as the strap rubbed up against her pussy, leaving her nice and wet.

Your body burned with pain and pleasure all at once. “Please, fuck! Oh my g-” Full sentences were a little too advanced for you at the moment. Shuri pushed deeper into you, rolling upwards to create some more friction. “Ah… ah.” Your voice shattered and tears pricked through your eyelids. Shuri truly knew how to make you lose your mind.

“Mmhmm. Take it just like I know you can.” She nodded, tightening her grasp around your neck. That alone sent you into a frenzy. Her deep and purposeful thrusts lead you both closer to your orgasms. “Shit… Always so tight.” She declared. You clasped sharply around the vibranium, sending Shuri over the edge.

“Oh… fuckkkkkkk!” You shouted as Shuri began ramming into you deeper, faster and more profound. The overstimulation had her breathing heavily, her jaw flexing as she began to cum again with you. “Damn, girl.” She whispered like she’s never came like this before. You chuckled at the satisfaction on her face.

“Bast, your pussy is so good.” (God) Her eyes flew open as she pulled out of you slowly, watching your slick detach from her sinful creation. You smiled softly at her words. You knew that already though, Shuri just had to remind you every chance she got. She began removing her strap and you rolled over to check the time on your phone. “Damn, babe… It’s 11.” You scuffed, realizing she has to leave around 6 am tomorrow.

“It’s alright. You know I’ll sleep perfectly fine on the flight.” You shut your phone off and sat up on your elbows to watch her as she shoved her boxers down her legs. “You’re insane.” You said, sulking in the sight of her bare body. She wasn’t anywhere done for the night and you knew it.

Shuri bent down on the bed, crawling towards you. “Let me eat it.” She said, voice all raspy from her constant moans. Without hesitation, your legs spread wide open for her once again tonight.

“Baby… agh.” Was all that escaped your pretty lips as Shuri sucked and nipped at your clit. “Mmm.” She moaned in between your legs, sending micro vibrations through your body. “It’s so good.” She whispered against your sensitive bud. Your head fell into the pillows and you used them to bite away your moans.

“Aht… No! Let me hear how good I make you feel.” Shuri smacked the inner flesh of your thigh and your pussy pulsated vigorously between her lips. You fought the urge to touch her hair while she was spitting so comfortably on your flesh. It all felt so riveting.

You reached for her curls and she smiled alarmingly at your touch. “Talk to me, usana.” (baby) She encouraged the obscenities that cooked up in your throat to come out, whenever she ate you like you were her last supper. Your eyes watered again, unable to hold the tear drops that insisted on traveling down your cheeks.

“Fuck!” You exploded. She continued to lick upwards so that she can witness you fall apart right above her tongue. “Mm, yeah!” You shouted, trying to push away from Shuri’s grasp. “Please!” You begged her to release you. She saw that you couldn’t tolerate it much longer.

Shuri pulled her tongue away for a moment and allowed you to catch your breath. Something about the smug look on her face made your stomach feel queasy. She looked at you, tilting her head as if she was thinking about what she could do to you next.

You shut your eyes for a split second and there she was, stretching her leg across yours. That damn herb had not only enhanced her strength, but it enhanced her endurance and energy as well. She could honestly fuck you all night. It was a blessing in some cases but a curse in others.

“Y/N!” Shuri screamed to the top of her lungs. You rubbed your pussy against hers abruptly. Her mouth hung open and her moans were consistent. You were now in control.

“You like this, baby?” You moved in a circular motion against her, reaching for one of her breasts. You massaged and pinched her nipples, attempting to send a rush through her body. That you did. “Ah, shit!” She spoke, looking so helpless on top of you. She came already, so this orgasm would definitely hit a little harder, you thought.

“That’s right.” You moaned. Your breath hitched and you watched as Shuri’s body began to jerk above yours. “Fuck…” was all you heard before a stream of liquid poured from her pussy and onto your body. She quivered above you and you began cumming at the sight. “Shit!” You whimpered. After a moment, she slid off of you slowly. Both of your bodies laid frail right next to each other.

After a few much needed minutes of rest, Shuri got up and headed to the bathroom. You raised your head from the bed, to relax it on your hand while you watched her turn on the bath tub. You both were extremely fatigued, but that didn’t stop you from telling Alexa to play a little bit of 90s Sade.

The hot, soapy water felt amazing lathered up against your back. Shuri continued to scrub you slowly to the beat of the music. “Feel good?” She asked, while leaving a few kisses on the top of your ear. “Yes, baby.” You responded, smiling wider with every kiss.

“There’s nothing like you and I, baby.” You sang to her softly, pressing your back against her chest. Your vocals separated in the room, echoing perfectly around you both. The ambiance was so beautiful. “This is no ordinary love.” You continued, finishing it off with a little humming.

“Nkosanza?” (Princess) She whispered against your neck. The sudden contact made you go stiff. “Yes?” You answered, eyes closed and relaxed. Shuri pushed a curl behind your ear and spoke. “I have something for you.” Your heart felt like it was slipping down your chest. Shuri gifted you things often, but something about her current demeanor frightened you a little. It sent a thrilling chill to your stomach, but you liked it.

“What is it, Shuri?” You chuckled nervously. The silence in the bathroom was nothing less than suspenseful. Shuri lifted her arm from out of the water to show you her Kimoyo beads. They lit up and she looked at you and then back at them. You looked back at her a little unsure of her reason for showing them to you.

She lifted her chin, gesturing for you to turn back around. “I’m going to give you one.” She muttered. You were still a bit confused but she clearly wasn’t done explaining, so you just continued to listen. “I am going to give you a singular bead, that I will be able to control while I am away.” She added. The atmosphere went balmy and you groaned a little at her words.

“Control it how?” You asked, genuinely wondering. She clicked on a bead and it fell off of her wrist immediately. It almost hit the bath water but her reflexes allowed her to she catch it in time. “Here you go.” She awaited your opened palm to take a hold of the bead. You grabbed it and brought it closer to your face. “So what do I…” before you could finish your sentence, she was commanding you. “Put it in your mouth.” She instructed.

“Ugh!” You whined, gripping the tub for support. The bead was vibrating harshly against your clit and there was honestly nothing you could do accept deal with it. “What did you do?” You fought to get those words out. “No, it’s what you did.” She smirked against your neck, licking it to test your endurance.

“Okay! Just-” You pleaded. Shuri looked down at how the vibration created bubbles in the water, making her snicker. With a click of her bracelet, the vibration slowed down and then came to a complete stop. She reached down in between your legs, to remove the bead from your fragile pussy. “I think you understand.” She whispered and that alone nearly sent you over the edge all over again.

“When you put it in your mouth, it gathered details about your tolerance and your patience. I just added a little bit of my touch.” She opened your palm and put the bead back inside your hand. “Your touch?” You asked. “Now I can do things to you without laying a finger on you.” She chuckled mischievously and your clit throbbed slightly. “But let us get some rest, Y/N.” She stood up behind you in the tub, the water droplets off her skin began hitting your back. You yawned softly and gave her your hand to grab.

“I’m going to miss you, Shuri.” You two stood outside on campus, waiting for her transportation. You hugged her tightly, taking in the fresh layer of cologne on her sweatshirt. She breathed in your cocoa butter shampoo that she loved so much, before releasing her grasp.

“I’ll call you soon, usana.” (baby) She assured you. Her voice a little low but she was smiling at you. You really did love this girl and there was no doubt that she loved you just as much, maybe a little more. At least that’s what she’d always say. “I love you.” You shouted as she walked backwards, not leaving your eyes. “I love you more, beautiful.”

The Talon Flyer appeared out of thin air and the force blew some of the leaves off of nearby trees. Shuri walked over to it quickly, before people started to pay too much attention to the advanced spacecraft.

The stairs became visible and she traveled up them, looking back at your face again. You were teary eyed like always. You couldn’t help it and she knew that. Shuri then blew you a little kiss, in attempts to make you smile. She succeeded. You started walking towards the double doors and The Talon Flyer’s doors shut swiftly.

You sat on your dorm room bed, scrolling on your laptop. You were catching up with all of your mutual’s recent instagram posts. You have been offline since Shuri arrived and now that she’s gone, it’s all you really could do.

“Mmm.” You bit into the juicy piece of pineapple that Riri cut before she left. Damn it was nice and fresh. You reached under the covers for the remote to turn some music on. When it got too quiet, you’d start to feel a little lonely. Sade always helped in times like this. “Play No Ordinary Love.” You shouted. “Now playing No Ordinary Love by Sade.” Was all you heard before you walked passed your dresser to look in the mirror. You wanted to do a quick twist out for class tomorrow.

A sudden buzz on your dresser left you confused. You looked under your Tv to see if you were losing it, but you actually weren’t. “What the fu…” You saw the kimoyo bead, calling for your attention. You picked it up and stared at it a little, trying to understand the cause of the buzzing.

It stopped vibrating once you picked it up so, you softly placed it back down. You headed back over to the mirror to start on your hair. Shuri didn’t necessarily explain to you all of the details about the bead. You were going to call her and ask her about the random buzzing later, until you heard a familiar voice. “Nkosanza.” (Princess) She called you. The sudden sound made you jump.

“Yes?” You walked back in front of your dresser. “How did you…” before you could ask, she was ordering you. “Get undressed and lay down.” She said. Shuri was sitting back in the Talon Flyer, in a room alone, watching you. She “forgot” to mention to you that she could see your hologram, whenever she turned the bead on. “Why, babe?” You asked curiously.

“I want to see you cum.” She responded shamelessly and you were a little confused but you didn’t question anything. You pulled your sweatpants down and reached for the clasp to take your bra off. Meanwhile, the music played gently in the background.

“This is no ordinary love. No ordinary love.”

I hope you enjoyed! Please do not repost my work outside of tumblr. ©

[shurislover]

y/n and shuri moodboards

[shuriswifeyyy]

Intombi Entle.

A/N: Hello everyone, It's Lina and welcome to the Intombi Entle Series! So this is a sweet little dovey series exploring Shuri and Y/n's love story, I might add some spice here and there yk. But I really hope you enjoy, love you lots!💗

Butterflies🦋: ( first part coming soon)🙃

[axailslink]

Touch the parts of me you love the most

With the characters I write for Riri Williams, Shuri Udaku, Vivienne Scott (Scotty), and Jamie Harrison

Riri Williams

You smile at her as you stand in front of her in your pajamas "touch the parts of me you love the most" Riri furrows her brows "like just touch it?" You nod and she looks you up and down before grabbing your hand and spinning you around "that's a really hard choice to make" Riri sits on the floor and clings to you legs wrapped around your legs arms wrapped around your torse and she reaches as far as she can. "I love all of you...this is kind of comfortable" you glance down at her and smile "get up idiot" she shakes her head "nah I'm good imma be your koala for tonight." You laugh and smile "it's a shame this is really close to your usual height" she quickly stands up "I'm 5'8" you laugh and peck her lips "you fucking wish."

Shuri Udaku

Shuri walks in the room confused as to why you're just standing there but she asks no questions as she closes the door behind her. "Babe what part of my body do you like the most?" Shuri checks you for a fever hand gently pressing against your forehead "what?" She shakes her head and sighs "another dumb question you enjoy asking me stupid things first it was 'are you cheating on me now it's what parts of me do you like the most? You know the answer to all of these questions. I would never cheat on you you are the light to my day you are the reason I feel as if I can do anything and I love all of you even you weird shaped fucking head." You laugh at her ramble but she only shakes her head.

Vivienne Scott (Scotty)

You sit up in the bed smiling at Scotty who can't help but smile back at you "what are your favorite parts on me?" Scotty blinks obviously confused "I love everything on you" you nod "touch what you love the most though" she sits up and touches your mouth, face, arms she keeps going until she's touched every part of you. "I couldn't love one part of you more than the other they all make up you."

Jamie Harrison

You come in the flat with groceries in hand "I'm here and I come bearing gifts but first you have to do me a favor" Jamie hops off the couch grabbing a box of cereal "alright?" You smile and grab her hands "touch your favorite part of me" Jamie stands back takes you all in and starts tapping your insecurities like the back of your thighs, tummy and stretch marks. You try to hide the small smile that appears on your face but it's no use. "Can I eat now?" She looks past you at the groceries.

[unnecessary-sobbing]

better than you - shuriri

PART ONE

content: slight wakanda forever spoilers, swearing

pairing(s): shuri udaku x reader x riri williams

summary: you and riri have been rivals since you’ve started college. now you guys are expected to get along while on a mission with the new queen of wakanda. tension and new feelings grow and all shuri wants is for y’all to behave and not ruin the mission.

note: hopefully this becomes a series, but no promises bc i’m inconsistent as hell. don't know the ship yet, still working out the kinks

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riri williams, the student genius who’s good side everyone wants to be on. who wouldn’t? yes she’s smart, but she’s also charming, funny, strong, hardworking, and so much more.

you hate her guts.

not only is she smart, she’s also a smug asshole that will do anything to one-up you. you get a 99 on your exam, she’s rubbing her 100 in your face. you’re ahead of her in a robotics race, her robot blows yours up before you can cross the finish line. you make a copy of the hulk serum, she makes a fucking vibranium detector. and she does it all with the same smirk and wink.

it drives you insane.

“nice try boo.”

“awe, better luck next time mamas.”

“your design was good, just not as good as mine.”

luckily, it’s spring break and you don’t have to deal with her smugness for a week. you had an internship planned at trask industries in new york, having nothing else to do. you were excited to be able to work with one of the smartest scientists in the world. you have been following his work since you were in high school, and recently it came out that he is working on a new invention.

oh, but life isn’t fair.

yes, you were an intern, but you weren’t expecting to make coffee runs for trask. you wanted to be in the lab, watching him work and observing him in his space. you did not want to be getting cold brews.

you grumble as you leave the coffee shop, on your way back to the lab. just as you were about to cross the street, a black flying thing buzzed in front of your face. startled, you almost drop the coffee, a small stain appearing on your shirt. you tried shooing the thing away but it wouldn’t budge. looking at it closer, you realized that it was a kimoyo bead.

you let out a quiet gasp before walking to an empty alleyway, the bead following you.

“shuri?”

“(y/n), sorry for the abruptness. i need you in wakanda.”

you furrow your brows as shuri’s voice comes out of the flying bead. why does she need you so suddenly? it’s been a while since the last time you’ve seen her.

“like, now?”

“yes, it is quite urgent.”

“but i have a-“

“(y/n). you are one of the few people outside of wakanda that i trust. i cannot discuss much with you through this bead, but i believe that you might be in danger as well as many more people.”

that immediately shut you up. why the hell are you in danger? you really didn’t want to risk this once in a lifetime opportunity, but was it really worth your life? debatable, but you couldn’t work your dream job if you’re dead.

“okay.”

“good, you didn’t really have a choice. ayo will accompany you on your trip,” with that, the kimoyo bead buzzed past you. you turned around in the direction it flew and came face to face with ayo. her sudden appearance almost gave you a heart attack.

“how did you-“

“never mind that, the queen awaits you.”

she turns and starts walking away. hurriedly, you follow her to a wakandan ship.

the trip was silent as you thought about all the possible threats to you. ‘not many people know of my powers. if they did, how? how much danger am i in?’

it didn’t take long to get to wakanda, around two hours. once you landed, ayo led you into the palace and to the lab. when you entered the lab, you spotted shuri looking over holograms. you frown as you see someone next to her. you couldn’t really tell from the back, but she looked familiar. it wasn’t until you heard her laugh that you realized who it was.

no way.

“riri?”

both riri and shuri turned around to look at you. shuri walked towards you, leaving riri behind. she opened her arms for a hug and you went in, confusion still evident on your face.

“ah, (y/n) . you’re finally here, good.”

“yeah, nice to see you again. but, um, why is she here?” you ask after moving out of the hug. from behind shuri, you riri smile at you and wave, making you roll your eyes.

“riri? she’s here to help with the mission. is that an issue?”

“well…no, i-“

“i’m not her favorite person,” riri says as she walks closer to you two. she makes sure to stand next to you, your shoulders touching each other. you had an irritated look on your face as shuri looks at you two with a raised eyebrow.

“ah, well i hope you two can get along for the time being. come with me.”

she leads you and riri back to the hologram, blueprints and plans showing in mid air. you let out a quiet huff before following her. there were images of robots and weapons, notes written here and there.

“what’s all this?” riri asks watching as you reach out to one of the images of the robots and enlarging it. shuri steps closer to you, bringing a chunk of notes with her.

“plans and prototypes of weapons; weapons built to hunt down and eliminate mutants.”

you let out a surprised gasp, causing riri to look at you in confusion.

“is that why you called me here?”

“yes. we don’t have much information on the person who built it, except his shady connections. he hired someone to try and steal vibranium, which is why i was aware of this whole mutat-killing machine. you being a mutant would help us with this mission. sorry to drag you into this; you wouldn’t just be used as bait, of course, your mutant powers are perfect for what we need to do at some point.”

you stayed quiet the whole time she explained the situation. the whole mutant population was suddenly relying on you while your life was in danger as well. how the fuck are you supposed to take all that in at once? you knew you could refuse, but you know the guilt would kill you, plus the look shuri was giving you made it hard to say no.

“okay, i guess i’m in.”

“good.”

the three of you spent a good two hours going over plans and upgrades to suits. you were shocked when you found out what riri was doing that week she didn’t show up to any classes.

ironheart? that’s a cute name, i guess.

shuri had also designed a suit for you that adjusts your powers. she infused the material with your dna and vibranium so that it can phase through objects with you as well as protect you. once you guys finally called it a night, shuri led you two out of her lab.

“we will leave at sunrise, you guys are welcome to any services of the palace. the dora will lead you to the guest rooms.” with that she closed the door to her lap, probably wanting to work on a couple of things alone.

you and riri followed the warrior down the long halls in silence before she spoke up.

“never knew that you were a mutant, kinda cool.”

“hm, well i don’t just go around telling people i can phase through walls.”

riri chuckled at your response. it was a bit unusual for riri to compliment you without some sort of sarcasm or comparison.

“never knew you were some kind of superhero, that’s cool too, i guess. what was it, ironmaiden?”

“ironheart. and it’s top secret information, ma, but thanks.”

you guys make it to the end of the hall where there were two rooms across from each other. you guys walk to a different door.

“i guess i’ll see you later,” riri says, opening her door. you nod to her before entering your own room.

what did you just get yourself into?

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[letitiasleftfoot]

Y’all literally need to fuckin stop. All u anons hidin an sayin all this shit to the best writers need to be quiet. Cuz 1 why tf y’all hiding y’all got so much confidence to say it privately. An 2 these people be giving and giving the best stories and y’all sittin here treatin and talking shit abt them. They are literally some of the nicest people and they don’t deserve this. Y’all r pushing them away an making them quit or switch platforms. Like y’all may not miss them but a whole lot of people including me will. So to all u people sayin shit anonymously, y’all better sit tf down an humble yourself, and shut the fuck up. Cuz I’m sick an tired of seeing my fav writers gettin shitted on by people who don’t deserve them and don’t have the balls to say it without hiding

[naomis-daydream]

on the throne // shuri udaku

summary: just read tbh….ok fine i’ll explain😒. being queen comes with a load of royal responsibilities; from border patrol, to technological advancements, and everything in between. though wakanda’s ruler realizes there’s a special someone she’s been neglecting. shuri’s come up short, and her wife’s coming to collect what’s hers.

warnings: pregnant!wife!reader. descriptions of pregnancy (obvs), teeny weeny bit of oral (shuri receiving). barely proofread.

a/n: this is the product of baby fever and ovulation😜 also this is a draft from forever ago, it kinda sucks so im dropping it under the cloak of night🥷🏽.

there were many things shuri loved about your body.

your hands, for instance. they always offered her a soothing rub or relaxing touch whenever she became stressed or overwhelmed with the weight of the crown. or something soft to hold as you spent evenings watching the wakandan sunset from the palace garden.

then there were your arms. shuri found that she only slept peacefully when yours were wrapped tightly around her middle. and if the royal ever woke to realize you rolled away, she’d assure she wiggled her way back into your grasp.

and bast your thighs. if the queen could spend the rest of her days between them, the soft, plush cushions, there’d be absolutely no resistance from the panther.

now it was worse, and it was all your fault. it was one of the many nights the queen spent inside you. somewhere between when she slowly pushed into you and when she brought you nearing your third high of the night, you had joked about her getting you pregnant. something about her having the genius and the looks to make a great gene pool. “fill me up, my queen,” you uttered, “give it to me. i want all of you.” you we’re fucking tantalizing.

it didn’t help that she had the science to make what originated as a lustful thought a reality.

now, seven months later, everything she loved about you only grew as your body changed. your natural curves only hypnotized her more as your hips widened and breasts swelled.

shuri also couldn’t help but smile when you wobbled cutely around your shared home due to the swell of your ankles, and while you refused to be helped with an act as simple as walking, you would feign resistance to shuri’s pleads to ease your pain before caving to let her massage your aching joints.

but the absolute worst part was the hormones. the cravings that made shuri tip-toe into the kitchen for you well after midnight, the hot flashes that would cause you to walk practically bare around the palace, and your sex drive, yours nearly matched that of her’s when she took the herb. though, only two of those things seemed to be prevailing today, where the only thing separating you from her was the thinnest dresses. it wasn’t unusual for you to forgo a bra this late into your pregnancy, but it seemed you’d forgotten any undergarments at all today as you sat on the lap of the queen, grinding helplessly into her thigh.

“yiza, mntwana,” you purred. come on, baby. “let me touch you.”

your wife squirmed from her place on the throne, hands on your hips as she guided you. you trailed your lips down her jaw to land on her pulse point before sucking intently.

while you were preoccupied, the woman took the chance to glance at the clock in the room, hissing slightly when noticing the time and when you sunk your teeth into her flesh. you were going to ruin her, she knew that much. the sad part is, she was gonna let you.

“the elders,” she whined, finding words rather hard when you moaned against her. “our meeting, they’ll be here in minutes!”

you pause your movements to lean up to her ear, whispering, “fuck the meeting.”

shuri threw her head back, sinking further into the the chair and further into the trap you set in motion the minute you walked into the room.

you always started by entering with a sweet smile, followed by asking her how her day was or what project she was working on. then you’d begin rubbing her shoulders, kissing her neck while muttering sweet nothings and telling her she worked too hard. “let me take care of you,” you’d say, “you deserve to feel good, don’t you wanna feel good?” and soon shuri would end up on her back, eyes wide shut as her legs were thrown over your shoulders and your fingers snug between her walls.

this time was different though. it had to be. the council meeting was nearing by the minute, and you showed no signs of waving the white flag.

“entle,” she began, licking her lips as she spoke. “i-i really think we should wait.” you continued to kiss her, attaching your lips to whatever skin you could reach as shuri continues. “once it’s over we can do whatever you want, my love.” her hands run over the curve of your ass, squeezing gently.

you pulled away from her, hands still cupping her cheeks. “i wanna do whatever i want now.”

“i know. i promise i-i’ll make it up to you.” she says, tilting her head up to look at you before placing a soft kiss to your lips. it’s sweet, the taste of her, and as much as you wanted more, she pulls away. “you better,” you scolded, “you’re the one who did this to me anyway.” you nod your head down to your stomach, stretching against the fabric of your maxi dress. the hormones had been driving you insane. and it didn’t help that shuri spent so much time away with all her new duties. this left you to take care of your own needs more often than you’d like to admit. you needed her. to feel her. while it might seem like you were caving, her majesty should’ve known better than too assume her wife would back down so easily.

your words bring a smile to shuri’s lips, a laugh escaping her as you sigh while you rise off of her, giving her a full view of your bump as you do so.

“whatever you want, mama.”

you hum a lazy response as your queen visibly relaxes, no longer antsy with your aroused antics. though she wasn’t in the clear just yet, you came here for a reason, and wouldn’t leave unfulfilled.

a simple idea sprouts in your head, and soon, a mischievous smile dances across your features as you reach back to unclasp your necklace. shuri raises a brow in question, but remains silent as you both watch the dainty jewelry slide down your chest and onto the floor, right between her feet.

“oops.”

the royal shakes her head, already having a clue of where this was headed. but you’re already sinking to your knees, eyes never leaving hers.

you rub your palms along the fabric of her black dress, reaching just below her knees. you play with the hem, eyeing the fickle fabric before tracing your fingertips higher. and higher. and high-

“thandiwe.” she warned.

beloved. how wholesome a name in contrast to your actions upon her. you peered up at her, batting your lashes at her. “yes, my queen?”

“we have ten minutes before our meeting-”

“i’ve made you come in less,” you continue, hooking your fingers around her underwear.

shuri wanted to protest, she really did, and she tried to. she mutters tiny objections at first, and you almost believe them, but the way she lifted her hips to help you remove her underwear, the way she whined when you tugged her to the throne’s edge, and the way she threw her head back with the first stripe you licked up her center told you all you needed to know. let’s face it, she knew she was done for the minute you walked in the room.

you begin to place gentle kisses to her clit, giving her a little stimulation, but not quite enough for her liking. shuri shudders above you, legs shaking gently. she began to realize just how long it’d been since the two of you had sex.

“still want me to stop?” you asked, tongue twirling around her entrance, to which she moaned in response. a light chuckle escapes your lips. “i’ll take that as a no.”

[kisskourt]

don't run from me (drabble)

pairing: shuri udaku x black!fem reader

contains: smut (18+), fluff

taglist: @inmyheadimobsessed @shurislover @phantomof-themcu @sapphicvqmpires @sapphicjunglefever @playhousedistee @thtgirlllmona @vixentheplanet @dejaonline @prettymrswright

author's note: this is for all of the sub shuri lovers! i love her so much so i had to write this. thanks for reading!

“how pathetic.” you spat out, your voice dripping in malice.

there she was, in all her glory: on her knees, ready for your next command.

the king was spent. in the hours leading up to her punishment, her actions revealed this truth to you.

during periods of exhaustion, the king isolates. due to her fear of judgment, she refuses to speak to anybody unless necessary. you, however, have always been the exception.

until you weren’t.

for the last ten minutes, shuri had been in agony. driven by her desire to be obedient, her silence had remained constant. you had been fucking her throat, using her as your personal fuck toy.

“speak.”

releasing her bottom lip, a drawn out moan escaped. the sound painted the walls of her chambers.

“p-pleas-“ she attempted to say, but her throat did not allow her to fully articulate what she desperately needed to say. her plea came out in the form of a whisper, a clear sign that she was exactly where you wanted her.

she wiggled her hips in discomfort as the rope that held her feet together seeped deeper into her skin.

her legs were trembling, begging to be set free.

“what’s wrong, kitten?” you asked, squatting down to her level.

a grin plastered across your face as the kimoyo bead that was on her clit began to vibrate. you had programmed the bead to stop and commence every ten minutes.

“BAST!”

the king was drooling—locked jaw, disarranged curls. the ruler of the most powerful nation in the world looked pitiful.

with your thumb and pointer finger cradling her chin, you initiated your search within her eyes. you were in search of any lingering dominance that may have been left behind.

her eyes were the shade of a dark oak tree, riddled with tears constructed by you.

“you give me the silent treatment all day,” you tightened your grip on her jaw.

“and to top it all off…” you scoffed.

“i had to physically drag you out of your lab.”

“so tell me, kitten, why should i allow you to speak?” you shoved the strap down her throat as you marveled at the speed in which her eyes grew in size.

“there she is.” you groaned.

you heard shuri gag, as you noticed the mixture of her tears and saliva smeared across your stomach.

your thrusts were ruthless and intentional—behind chamber doors, she was no longer the king.

she was a whore.

you felt her aggressively tap your thigh, which was an indication that she had reached her limit. immediately, you removed yourself from her throat.

the sight below you was breathtaking: there she laid, staring up at you with glossy eyes as she gasped for air. she was a blubbering mess, trying her hardest to form a coherent sentence.

you bent down to untie the knot that held her feet together. once undone, you lifted her up and gently placed her on the edge of the bed.

with the kimoyo bead on her cunt, she whimpered in pleasure.

you sighed as you kneeled in front of shuri. you used both hands to spread her thighs.

“my precious girl,” you whispered.

“let it out.”

“Y/N!” shuri wailed.

“f-fuck! i-i’m cummin-ing! baby i-i’m cumming!”

“look at me.” you commanded, as you removed the kimoyo bead from her swollen bud.

eyes trained on you, shuri whined.

“do not run from me.”

swiftly, you draped her legs over your shoulders.

“when it all becomes too much,” you spoke into her cunt.

“when you feel defeated,” your face was submerged now, the motion of your head moving from side to side sent her into overdrive.

“do not run from me.”

“ohh m-y, Y/N!” her voice had reached an octave that she nor you had ever heard.

“i-i love you. i fucking love you!”

for a moment, you were lost in her waterfall, savoring every drop of her as you used your tongue to clean her up.

the next few minutes felt like a blur to the king. she found herself centered in bed, face to face with you.

“i’m serious, shuri. you must talk to me. i care for you deeply. don’t shut me out.” you pleaded.

shuri’s gaze made your knees buckle—she looked at you as if she would move heaven and hell for you. her clouded orbs told you promises that she wished to never break.

the feeling of your lips meeting her shoulder blade snapped her back into reality. shuri nodded, then finally spoke again.

“it’s you and me?” she asked.

you smiled, as you placed a tender kiss on her shoulder.

“it’s you and me.”

[amplifiedmoan]

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉

Pairing: Shuri Udaku x Black!fem reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), mentions of drinking, long distance relationship, phone sex, masturbation, vibrator usage, switch!Reader, switch!Shuri, just overall slutty behavior.

Word Count: 1.7k+

Synopsis: Just read it mf! 😒

Author’s Note: This is my first completed fanfic in a long time! I am a little rusty so please bare with me… I do love criticism when it comes to my writing, so feel free to share your thoughts!

There you were, standing in front of Shuri at the Airport. Another successful visit that will most definitely end in tears. You quickly looked away from her, as said tears began parting through your bottom lashes uncontrollably, coating your brown cheeks. You were severely emotionally attached to her and it was showing. “Ndicela ungaqalisi, Y/N.” (Please don’t start) Shuri said softly, whilst pulling you into her chest. The smell of the Wakandan cologne on her hoodie, casted a spell on you. These were the moments you dreaded the most. She relaxed her chin onto your head gently, as a deep breath broke free.

“One more day?” You whispered. Her jaw clenched at the thought of leaving you. You knew what she was going to say but it would hurt you even more not to ask. The young woman slowly let go of you, so you released your grasp on her. “I’m afraid I can not stay any longer. I have to be back in a few hours.” She voiced. Under her tight curls, were red and watery eyes just like yours. Shuri didn’t dare let those tears escape though. She knew exactly what that would do to you. The image of her crying would have you balled up in a corner for days.

“I love you, Sithandwa sam.” (My darling) Shuri pouted, before kissing you on your head and then on your soft, plump lips. “I love you always, Shuri.” You handed her a neck pillow and she chuckled before placing it onto her shoulders. “Always?” She asked, already knowing the answer of course. She loved getting reassurance from you. “Always.” You responded.

You walked away from her. As you made your way around the car, you fought the urge to jump into her suitcase. Knowing Shuri, she wouldn’t even take you out of it. She’s been wanting you to come back to Wakanda with her even before you two started dating. Shuri is completely aware of the way she makes you feel. One time she set up a surprise visit, unbeknownst to you of course... And thanks to Riri, she caught you in the middle of the club trying not cry to a love song.

“You’ll text me when you arrive back on campus, yeah?” She shouted, walking towards the automatic doors. It was more of a command and you knew that. “Of course, baby. Be safe.” Was all you had left to say, before the horrible, empty feeling creeped up into your chest. “I will. And you too, usana!” (baby) Shuri smiled and gave you a small wave, before disappearing behind those doors.

“So why didn’t you just go with her?” Riri asked while untying her shoelaces, leaning against her bed for support. “I’ve got my Mama here and school… I can’t just leave everything behind.” You scuffed at her impractical words. You sat up against your headboard with a tragic romance book in your hand. If it were easy for you to dip out and just go live in Wakanda, you obviously would.

Riri placed her hand on her hip and pointed in your direction. “Alright, but this continuous crying every time she leaves gotta stop. I got Deferential Equations class in the morning and I can’t be listening to yo ass sobbing into your pillows all night.” She laughed as she watched you reach for a pillow to throw at her. The pillow flung swiftly and hit her right in the head. You began laughing as well.

“My girls will be here in 20.” Riri glanced at you and then her attention was planted back into the mirror. Partying was sort of Riri’s thing… She would drink and drink until the bartender would start to question her. It was a little concerning, but she was grown. She was never late to any of her classes in the morning and she took good care of herself.

“You coming?” She asked, while applying a little bit of mascara onto her lashes. You had been in your dorm bed for hours at a time, ever since you dropped Shuri off at the Airport. You understand the fact that she is now the Queen of Wakanda and the Black Panther. However, it was nights like this where you wanted to be selfish, and keep her all to yourself.

“Nah… I’m waiting for Shuri to call, so we can go to sleep.” You muttered softly, while plugging your phone up to charge. “Aw, y’all so damn cute.” Riri chuckled, before grabbing her purse. You knew she’d be out for a few hours and that meant you’d have all the precious time alone… with your girlfriend.

“Mmmm… fuck!” You wined, as you held your vibrator onto your puffy, abused clit. You laid on your bed completely naked with a towel underneath you, catching anything wandering down your pussy. Shuri’s voice hitched through the phone, as she also toyed with herself.

The phone sat on your chest while both of your moans circled throughout the room. “Ah shit!” You screamed, trying to hold out for Shuri. You weren’t sure how much longer you could keep this up, before you came again. “Oh, fuck!” You cried. Your 2nd orgasm of the night, taking over your entire being. You continued to circle your vibrator around your sensitive bud, gasping for air.

“Keep it there.” Shuri said with a whisper that was loud enough to be heard by you. Your eyes widened at the thought of the overstimulation.

“I… can’t!” You wined as it all became too much very quickly.

“Yes… Yes you can.” Shuri said as she continued to run circles around her own clit. You could hear the desperation in her voice. The need for you to just deal with it. “Pretend that it’s me, usana.” (baby) She said lowly, her body began trembling as she chased her release. So that’s exactly what you did. You pictured Shuri’s slim fingers parting your lips delicately. You imagined her sucking and playing with your little ball of nerves, just like your toy was. “Feel it?” She asked and you pressed the toy down much harsher than before. Your body jolted at the vigorous touch.

Shuri rubbed her weak spot a bit faster, once she realized you were close. She always knew when you were about to cum. Shuri knew your body entirely too well. The certain sounds you’d make, gave her all of the ammunition she needed to drive you completely insane.

“Yes…yes!” Your cries were like music to her ears. Just hearing the deep breaths you were taking, pushed her closer over the edge. “Fuck, YN!” She hollered as she began riding out her own orgasm. “Nceda nceda!” (please please) she whispered into the phone.

Whenever Shuri spoke Xhosa, you instantly became wet. Although in this case, you were already drenched. It was something about her speaking her mother tongue, when English couldn’t exactly describe the way you made her feel. It made your walls clasp around air.

“Yeah… let me hear.” You chuckled. Your body still trembling while you put your toy down. “Ah…ahh.” Soft moans departed from Shuri’s lips. You sat up, placing your phone on your shoulder. “I did this to you, baby.” You declared.

You guys were far away from each other, yet so close. You both controlled each other impressively without struggle, despite being hundreds of miles away. “Ndiyakudinga, usana” (I need you, baby) she admitted, while slowly pulling her fingers out of her pussy.

Hearing her so needy for you caused a familiar heartbeat in between your legs. “Put them in your mouth.” You instructed her. She obliged, ignoring her extremely jaded limbs. “I want you to taste it for me.” You added.

Shuri’s mouth extended. Her tongue attacked her fingers faintly. “Mmmm.” She hummed softly. Her satisfaction of tasting her very own substance made you snicker. “That’s right.” You murmured. You flipped over onto your stomach, ending the call to FaceTime her.

“Tell me how good you tasted, beautiful.”

You smiled at her in the frame. Shuri’s lips glistened, moistened with her cum. “It tastes great… but it lacks something.” Your eyes narrowed at her response, wondering what could possibly be stopping it from being perfect. You always thought it tasted fresh… organic.

“What?” You asked, biting your bottom lip. Shuri caught that and couldn’t take her eyes away. She sat up in the camera to get a better view of your face. “Your touch.” She uttered gracefully.

“Oh, we had a ball… You should’ve came, girl!” Riri twirled in the mirror, kicking her heels off. She wasn’t completely drunk this time, she remembered to take her shoes off and she’s not slurring her words. “So, what’d you do this whole time?” She asked while removing all of her jewelry. You pretended as if you didn’t hear her for the fun of it. You continued to flip through the pages of your book. “Yo? What did you do?” She asked you again. You shut the book softy and crossed your arms. “Nothing really.” You cooed. She seemed really interested in your night for some odd reason. “I thought you’d be sleep by the time I got back.” She spoke as she walked into the bathroom. “Shuri never called?” She questioned, her voiced echoing throughout the room.

“Yeah, she just had to take care of a mishap in her lab… She texted me saying she’ll call back in the morning.” You vocalized, while putting your AirPods in. “Oh! Okay.” Was the last thing you heard before Riri jumped into the shower. “Finally!” You thought to yourself. Shuri sent you a voice note about 5 minutes after Riri got home and you’ve been dying to listen to it ever since.

“Sleep tight, usana.” (baby) You read the message she sent to you after the voice note. You smiled tenderly before pressing play. “Ah! Oh shhh…” You heard blaring moans from your lover. It made you grin, thinking about the way she recorded this just for you to hear. Your pussy began pulsating under your blanket.

“Ndiyakufuna.” (I want you) Shuri let out gentle wines in your ears. Your fingers slithered down into your panties, coming into contact with your clit once again. You figured this would help you sleep and so did Shuri. The headphones caught every solitary noise she made and that made your orgasm ram through your insides like a no other. “Oh god… fuck!”

I hope you enjoyed! Please do not repost my work outside of tumblr. ©

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Nobody:

My brain tonight: “Sorry if I’m way less friendly, I got n—— tryna end me.”

[letitiasleftfoot]

Can y’all not rush the writers of ur favorite fan fics and stories . I see so many people talkin bout some “can u post it’s gettin boring”, they have a life outside of writing and sometimes they may be goin through stuff we don’t know about, an y’all rushing them like they don’t have enough on they plate. It’s not fair to them plus when we be sending in requests they probably got like 20 others to do so they won’t post urs asap. Like calm down an give them time. I understand cause it be boring with nothin new to read but if u want them to continue their amazing stories then be patient 😑😒

[naomis-daydream]

show some love to this masterpiece

caught your attention +18 (shuri x reader)

youve noticed it before— the lingering stares, the intense firm grip she uses with you, how close she is to you, how frequently you are with her, how she looks at people when they stare at you. you hadn’t put two and two together until an incident that made you come to terms with just how much you mean to the queen.

possessive shuri my love <3 i’m all for slight power imbalances in relationships especially that in the fucking black panther whewww. she too fine and i know she’s crazy , okay!

warnings : possessive shuri x unaware reader, name calling, slight bullying, some violence (not towards the reader), maybe a little toxic shuri, overstim, crying, squirting, strap on sex, multiple orgasms, praise kink, shy reader, pet names, spoiling, soft dom! shuri, sub! reader, possessive sex, semi public sex, public teasing, groping, slight breeding kink, masturbation.

translation: molo ekuseni, sthandwa : good morning my love

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you couldnt put your finger on it, but something was up with the queen.

shuri had been acting strange around you, holding your gaze, and looking deeply into your eyes. she was always on the verge of saying something, but then holding back and hiding behind a laugh. she would touch you often, holding your hand when you walked by her side, holding your waist if you got too close to her equipment and moving you very easily, she would lay her head on your shoulder when she got tired, place your leg over hers when you sat together, it was all the time, anywhere you both went.

and you accompanied her a lot.

you didn’t know why, you were just a scientist trying to serve your country the best way possible, but shuri took you everywhere with her, day trips to the market, nightly walks around the palace, to the lab just to talk, her office where she showed you new improvements to the black panther suit before she showed anyone else. and don’t be mistaken, working beside shuri had been a blessing so you never found these touches anything but a sign of her respect and appreciation for you, but they got more frequent, more… needy.

she would be so close so often, holding you and telling you secrets in the night like you were her most trusted confidant. and maybe you were, you had decided. besides riri, no one was on the level shuri was when it pertained to science and technology like you. you both understood the language better than most and when you had won the contest to work beside her, she whispered to you on the grand stage, “i knew it’d be you,”

you remember that day so fondly— the shudder that went through your body, how much you wished you couldve pulled away to find some release but the day wasn’t over; and neither was shuri. she was next to you the whole day, whispering and joking with you, holding you too close for comfort. the pictures that came out that night looked as if you were two were two steps away from pawing and fucking each other every moment.

but you steadied yourself, no way. there’s no way the queen of wakanda wanted you. not that you were bad but it’s just so unseemly, unprecedented. she could have any woman in wakanda, so a shy scientist who happened to know about ionic diffusion isn’t her likely soulmate, let alone someone she wanted.

but it still excited you, the thought that the queen of wakanda touches you, she whispers in your ear like she didn’t want anyone else to know, that someone that powerful and strong may have gotten weak in the knees because of you. it always had you under your sheets, sighing softly and trying to keep your voice down, your kimoyo beads shaking in your wrist with the added pressure on your clit.

you moaned softly, mind full of shuri— so strong and resilient, so kind and beautiful, it was such a lovely combination. you added more pressure, whimpering lowly, thinking of your last interaction with her in the lab.

during a late night the queen comes up behind you as you worked with tweezers in your hand, moving another molecule on the diagram on the lab table. shuri sighs, “you work so well with your hands, you know?” she says lowly, almost right at your ear and watching you carefully. your knees get weak, Bast, why did she say it like that? so sultry and captivating, you bite your lip and nod, “thank you, my queen, i learned from the best,” you whisper back and she smirks a bit.

she moves her hands against yours, her tattooed skin covering your gloves, “it’s too low,” she says, moving your tweezers up and you nod, listening and watching her hands move slowly against yours. “if you held your position, the whole thing would corrupt in on itself. so much time and work would go to waste if we let that happen, hmm?”

you let out a shaking breath and nod, moving it with your other hand in tandem with hers and then setting your tweezers down. the molecules light up a bright green color, your sequence was complete. you sigh out a breath of relief and turn to shuri and smile, “thank you,” you say sweetly and you see her lick her lips, holding eye contact with yours. “of course, princess,” the nickname leaving her lips as it’s done many times before.

shuri’s insistence on calling you ‘princess’ has you gasping. she had adopted the name quickly, whispering it in your ear and asking for ‘her princess’ over the kimoyo beads whenever she could. you toss your head back, feeling your thighs flex a bit as your clit pulses under your fingers. you let out a sigh, Bast, what would shuri think of you right now? her princess doing something so sinful as this, and the thought of getting caught has you moaning and moving your fingers faster and you feel it as you replay shuris voice in your head, “princess,” over and over and over again loops until—

“haaaa— shuri—!” it’s a long drawn out whisper of her name that causes you to cum, your body twitching and you whimper out as you feel your pussy pulse around nothing. you whimper once it over, body settling and mind still reeling. you lay back and exhale deeply, trying to steady yourself, before the guilt creeps back into your veins.

Bast, what would shuri think of you? she’d probably be so disappointed in you, how easy it was to throw you off with just a couple of simple of touches over the course of some weeks. you were so weak for her and she’d see it immediately.

you sigh and throw the covers from over you and decide to get some work done. the sun was peaking through your blinds and you check the time, barely 10 am. shuri always wanted you awake before 9 am but over the weekend she was more lenient about it. you opened your blinds and walked to your bathroom, washing your hands and turning on the shower.

you sighed again, trying to keep your thoughts together before you feel your kimoyo beads go off on your wrist,

shuri : good morning, princess, would you care to accompany me on a walk to the market? i need some things.

you blush, the text itself giving you butterflies. even early in the morning she’s thinking of you, using that silly nickname. you sigh and respond, of course, i can get ready now if you’d like.

causal, simple, you decided, undressing and stepping in the shower. she responds just as fast, i would, thank you, i’ll be in the lab.

you wash up quickly, not wanting to keep your queen waiting.

shuri’s in a simple tracksuit and shades once you meet her in the lab. you wear a pleated skirt and small top with some shoes, prepared to walk for a bit, as you know how long shuri’s market trips often last.

“good morning, did you sleep well?” she says, extending her hand and you take it, face hot and skin tingling, “yes, i did, thank you,” you say back and she smiles, tilting her head for you to follow, and of course you do.

she walks so close to you, your hand still in hers. you walk towards the markets and she holds a normal conversation with you like she always does and you have to keep your brain from melting to comprehend what she’s saying. “did you want to join me for dinner tonight?” she says to you lowly, now that the dora milaje are around.

you blink a couple of times, youve gotten dinner together before but so rarely did she ask you over the weekend. your mind wonders what could she have planned? does she have something planned? no, no she doesn’t see you that way, stop it— “y/n? are you alright?” she asks and she tilts your head towards hers with a soft grip of your chin and you gasp a bit. shuri holds your gaze, “what’s wrong?” she whispers again and you watch her lick her lips, and you stutter, “nothing.. nothing, i’m sorry i’m — im not fully awake, my queen, i’m.. im fine,” you say and she sighs. she strokes your cheek, “i told you, you can call me my name, princess. can you?”

and you want to fall over, your knees are weak and you feel it in your stomach, you lick your lips and sigh again, “yes. sorry, shuri,” and it comes out all breathless, like she’s taken the wind all out of your lungs (and she has) and she smiles, dropping her hand and walking with you once more. you exhales, that, you thought. it was that, that eye contact, the whispering, the touches, the way she says your name, it has to mean something. you want it to, at least.

shuri walks ahead of you to the first shop you reach, always asking if you wanted anything. you always shake your head no, insisting that the queen shouldn’t spend money on you and she always retorts, “i’d love to give you whatever you want,” in that hushed tone like she doesn’t want anyone to hear.

she has her hand around your waist all day, keeping you close and holding your hand. whenever she wants you to try something she feeds it to you, even going as far as wiping your mouth if it spills. and it’s nothing new; she’s done this whenever you two go on market dates — fuck, not dates but market trips, and it’s always so intense, her proximity so often. she laughs at nearly everything you say and it makes you smile.

“how about this one?” shuri suggest, the fifth necklace shes held to you at this shop alone. you’ve already got four bags in your hands already, and you sigh out a laugh, shaking your head, “no my queen, oh, shuri, no thank you, i have enough from our last trip.” and you did, she had bought you five necklaces you had been eyeing, not even knowing she was looking at you.

shuri sighs again, “how can you be my princess if you won’t let me spoil you?” she says it so casually and sets the piece down, your stomach flipping and your head spinning. her princess, there it was again, and you sigh as she grabs another. “this one, then, hmm?” and it’s gorgeous, you tilt your head at it, somewhat interested. it’s a long, silver chain with a gorgeous heart crest shaped ornament at the end. you smile, it is very lovely.

“excellent choice,” says the curator at the booth, you blinking a couple of times after you had forgotten he was there. “that pendant is a symbol of everlasting love and partnership,” shuri hands it back to him once he gestures towards her and he uses a small tool to pry it open, reveling an even smaller pendant inside, two rings interlocking with the other. you gasp a bit, looking fondly at it. “it’s lovely,” you sigh out and shuri nods to agree with you, “we’ll take it,”

you look at her, “shuri, it’s lovely but you don’t have to—” you start, but she holds up her hand to silence you, “it’s fine, sthandwa, i want to, alright?” and you nod, that obviously being the end of the conversation. the curator boxes up the necklace neatly, handing it to your queen with a gracious thank you, before nodding to you and walking off.

you stir, “you really didn’t have to,” you gnaw at your lip saying it, and she laughs a bit, sliding the box in one of her pockets then immediately putting her hand back in yours, “i know. i don’t ‘have’ to do anything, but i wanted to. can you accept that? that i want to spoil you?” she whispers it and you smile, your stomach fluttering at her words. “yes, i can it’s just—”

but you can’t get the rest out, there’s some commotion up ahead, right before the palace and shuri looks away from you to see what’s wrong. someone’s fighting, you can see it, upset and rambling about something and shuri frowns and looks back at you, “stay here,” and you nod as she taps twice on her necklace and her suit comes on top of her clothes, mask forming but you can hear her tell the dora “keep her safe,” before she walks into the crowd. some people begin running away, the panther easily putting an end to the reckless harm the person is causing.

you watch shuri fight, mesmerized, before aneka comes to your side, “come princess, the queen requested you be taken away from all this madness,” and you nod, following her and picking up your bags. you make it to safety quickly, aneka’s spear ready and waiting as she looks around to double check.

“aneka, what’s going on?” you whisper, looking with her, and she sighs. “it’s another riot, has the queen not told you?” and you shake your head, surprised. “a riot? whatever for?” and aneka blinks and purses her lips, “if shuri didn’t tell you, i won’t either,” and you frown at her, crossing your arms a bit, “if i’m supposedly this princess as shuri and you keep saying, why won’t anyone tell me anything! i demand to know,” you say back, frustrated that something so much as a riot could go down in your own city and you not be aware.

aneka sighs again, looking at your eyes and exhaling. “that’s just it, it’s you. you’re causing all this commotion, princess.” your eyebrows raise, me? you think. who could be fighting over me? you’re about to speak again but shuri finds you both, breathing hard and collecting herself, “are you alright?” she asks you and you alone, like aneka isn’t standing right there. you see her wounds first and your brain shifts into a panic, “yes, i’m fine, but you— you’re hurt,” you say softly, walking towards her and wanting to help.

shuri stifles a laugh and puts her hand up, “i’m fine. let’s go back home,” and you nod, looking at aneka who nods towards you and you follow them both, feeling more confused than ever.

it keeps you up that night, that there are riots seemingly over you. it just doesn’t make sense, you think pacing around your bathroom as you ready yourself for your dinner with shuri.

tonight, you nod in the mirror, tonight i’ll ask her. and she’ll have no choice but to tell me.

you walk out after adjusting your necklace once more, fixing your earrings and checking your dress. dinners with shuri always entailed the most romantic outfits and settings you could think of so you kept up with the tradition it seemed, wearing heels and shaving a bit like you might get something.

you sigh once you reach the main room, hearing the fireplace crinkling from the outside of the doors. she’s already there, you think to yourself, and push the doors open. and you were right, shuri was leaning against the table, dinner already set, wearing a shapely suit with the most dangerous v-neck in the world. she smiles at you once she looks up from her beads, coming up to you, “you look lovely, princess,” and the nickname makes you shudder but you try to keep it down, nodding and moving past her towards the table. you didn’t take her hand and you tried to miss the hurt she had on her face once you reach your seat, which she naturally pulls out for you.

“are you okay?” shuri says leaning down once you’re sat and you turn away, mock looking at the fire but it’s mostly because she’s too close again and she smells so lovely— “yes, i’m fine. tired, is all,”

and shuri sits from across you, sighing, “yes our date got cut short today, didn’t it? i’m sorry, sithandwa, we can go out again tomorrow,” and she sounds sincere, like she knows today upset you and that she knows you were looking forward to going out with her, like she knows you hated that it was cut short. you heart races, but you try to keep calm, “i was going to ask,” you start, picking at the dinner on your plate to avoid her gaze. “what was that riot about anyways?”

you look up once the question leaves your mouth and shuri’s holding your gaze, smirking a bit, “why, what did aneka tell you?” she says, softly, encouraging you to continue but it feels dangerous, and you don’t know where to go from here. you stammer, revealing yourself, “she— she hadn’t said anything, really. which is why— mainly why i was confused because even she didn’t know, is all,” and you feel small under her gaze and shuri chuckles a bit, before standing and making her way over to you.

shuri leans against your side of the table, tilting your head up to look at her once more. “did she say they were about you, love?” and you blink and try to look away, but she keeps your head still, continuing, “because if she did, she wasn’t lying. those riots— they are about you, every single one of them,” and your eyebrows lower, more confused than ever and before you can even say anything shuri cuts you off again, “but you’re safe, if that’s what you’re worried about. i wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you, my love,” she says it like a promise.

you shudder at her tone, flexing your legs together to hide your arousal and control yourself, “why— what did i do?”

shuri smiles, “you got my attention.” and she says it like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

you blink a couple of times, trying to understand her and shuri sees the visible confusion on your face and laughs a bit, “my love, don’t tell me you didn’t know that?” and you shake your head, honest and spinning, what feels like, and shuri sucks her teeth a bit before finishing, “you won that contest, yes? to work beside me for a week, come up with new textiles and live here for a moment. y/n, you’ve been here for three months, almost. you didn’t think that was just an accident, did you?” she’s talking to you but your body is still floating, shuri wanted you, and she has for a while it seems, long enough for your entire country to notice before you did.

“and all those touches, all the times i kept beside you and whispered to you, did you think i was doing that to be friendly?” you lick your lips, shrugging, still speechless, it did mean something, she was doing it on purpose— “and i even call you princess. i thought that’d be the biggest clue in the world! but it seems you need me to be more explicit, right?” and you gasp a bit, Bast, how explicit was she planning on getting, you thought, trying to keep your legs closed and your soul intact with all this new information.

shuri calls you back to earth softly and you blink up at her again, “do you want me to say it then? since you haven’t know all this time, do you want me to tell you how badly i need you?” you swallow and stammer but shuri pays you no mind, leaning down to your eye level and she keeps going, “i can. i can tell you whatever you want. i need you, y/n. more than i have ever needed anyone else. and when you won that contest, i swore to myself i’d make you mine, that you were already mine. because you are, aren’t you love?”

you whimper closing your eyes, letting her words sink into your body, “you always have been, haven’t you? i know you felt it too— every time i touched you, i know you knew deep down, it meant more,” shuri whispers at you like you two aren’t already alone, like she doesn’t have your full attention yet and she does, Bast, you can’t think of anything but her, and you can hear her smile, “can you say it, princess? that you’re mine?”

it doesn’t take you long to gasp out, “yes, yes. i— i’m yours, shuri, all yours and i always have been,” finally opening your eyes again and she’s smiling down at you, stroking your cheek. “good girl,” she praises and you feel the floodgates open in your underwear, not even bothering to hide it anymore. she leans down and kisses your forehead, you lean up, wanting much more but shuri pulls away all too fast, moving away from you to sit back down.

you blink at her, missing her intoxicating touch, “i thought.. shuri,” you whisper and she looks at you, folding her napkin over her lap, settling to eat, “you’re not going to..” her eyebrow arches, and she gets it, smiling a bit. “oh, no love, i’ll fuck you good in bed, not here. i’ve wanted you in my bed for a while now anyways. can you be patient for me?” and you stir at her boldness, how explicit she is, but nod nonetheless, picking up your fork with shaking hands and letting your body cool down.

she wanted you. she wanted you, shuri wanted you, she wanted you so bad you already belonged to her before you even knew it, your mind is reeling as you try to eat, shuri keeping a normal conversation with you that you can’t comprehend, “i think we should go out tomorrow, do the rest of our shopping, yeah?” and you stir in the seat, the dampness of your underwear becoming uncomfortable. you nod, eating your salad quietly and shuri laughs.

“don’t tell me you’re that distracted, love. i barely said anything,” you gape at her, that was barely?! you sigh out, “well it was a lot for me,” you say, honestly. she cocks her head at you, “really? i’ll have to keep that in mind, do you want me to slow down then?”

no, yes, your mind wonders and shuri keeps talking, “because i can be a lot more explicit than that, of course. but if you don’t like it, let me know,” and you shake your head, “no, i like it! i — i don’t hate it, i just— it’s a lot,” you reiterate and shuri laughs again, “understood, are you finished eating then?” shuri’s looking at your plate, salad picked apart and few vegetables left. you nod as does she and stands, walking over to you and giving you no attention, grabbing your plate instead and handing it off to a small window.

she beckons you over to her at the doors, and you rush up, nearly tripping over yourself and following her, she holds your hand, keeping you close as your thoughts rampage through your head, queen shuri is taking you to bed, to her bed, to hold you down and keep you there, for who knows how long, Bast, she’s never going to let you go—

and suddenly you’re at your door, blinking. “we’re not—” and shuri smiles, “we are, just get your stuff, can you love?” and you nod, craving her approval and appreciation and she nods, you walk in your room grabbing all that you could think you needed for the night— your bonnet, a set of pajamas, your notepad that you took everywhere, some socks.

once you had everything you walked with shuri to her bedroom, a room you hadn’t been too acquired with but you were dying to know more. to be surrounded by the queen all in all had your knees weak, shuri noticing and smiling at you, “is it that exciting?” and you nod shyly, and her doors open.

it’s a lovely room, one entirely fit for a queen, as the saying goes. her bed has a beautiful duvet, white sheets just brushing the floor and so many soft pillows. you sigh and think about how good of a sleep you’ll get here every night, how good shuri will make love to you there every night. it makes your face heat up, all the implications conjuring in your mind before shuri comes up behind you, wrapping her arms around you waist once your stuff is settled, “you alright?” she whispers and you nod, feeling her breath on your neck and it makes you shudder.

she smiles and kisses the back of your neck, “go lay down for me love, i’ll be right back,” and you nod again, breathless and compliant, following her damn near blindly. you separate, already missing her touch and you do as she says, settling on the bed and taking your heels off and removing your jewelry, opting to keep the necklace she had gotten you today on.

she comes back with a small bag, smiling, “you look so beautiful, my love, like you were meant to be there.” and her words hit you deep in your core, as they often do and you let out a breath, nodding. “thank you,” is all you can really say and she chuckles a bit, “you have already told me i can be a lot, so if it gets too much, just say ‘peach’ alright? i’ll stop regardless,” you smile a bit, “why peach?” and shuri shrugs, coming towards you and leaning down, faces not even two seconds apart.

you want to lean forward, close the space between the thing you had been craving for so long and shuri just smirks at you, “you’re mine, right, sithandwa?” and you sigh out a breathily, “yes,” and she leans forward the second it leaves your mouth, finally connecting your lips with hers and it takes you aback, moaning softly into her mouth.

Bast, it’s incredible, kissing shuri has got to be the most addictive thing in the world. the way she moves against you, the way her hands hold you steady, her lips are soft and sweet, and she opens yours with a gentle push of her tongue and even her tongue feels like silk, smooth and working against yours like she knows what you want before you even say it.

she tastes like fruit, you think, mind hazing over and body moving on its own. shuri leans you both back until your head hits the pillows and shuri is completely over you now, moving her legs against yours until her knee is right at your pussy, she pulls away sighing and you let out a gasp of air, not even realizing how long you had been kissing and how much it had an effect on you. you feel her knee move against you, the dampening you felt earlier turning into an entire flood and shuri feels it, too. you try to close your legs as you gasp, embarrassed, but shuri shushes you, “no, no, let me see,” she whispers lowly against your neck, and you moan, feeling her suck and bite there. your legs fall open nearly on command holding on to her forearms as her hands work against your breasts and fondle you out of your dress.

you gasp once your nipples hit the cold air and shuri pulls away to look at you, curls frenzied and mouth still wet. she smiles, “look at you, so beautiful, aren’t you?” you turn you head away at the praise and she chuckles again, taking your nipple in her mouth as she toys with the other one, moving her teeth against the sensitive skin. you whine, moving your hands against the sheets for some grounding. Bast, she was barely touching you and you felt like every part of your body was on fire, just from her kiss alone.

and shuri all too suddenly stops, pulling away and calling your name. you whine in sincere disappointment, dazed and foggy, “sthandwa, look at me,” and you do, eyes glazed over. “i intend to make you mine in this bed, alright? i am very serious about that safe word, because i don’t plan on letting you leave,” you nearly moan aloud at her words, squeezing your legs around hers and you nod, “yes, yes, i understand, shuri, please— i want to be yours, touch me,” you beg and shuri smiles again, that deep affectionate smile and takes off her own shirt, before moving down to your dress and slipping it off you with ease.

you lay in your underwear, on the queen’s sheets, naked and wet beyond your own comprehension and shuri looks at you like you’ve hung every star in the sky. she smooths over your legs sighing, kissing your skin and keeping your legs apart with a firm grip, some of her panther strength preceding her. she reaches your underwear and you sigh out a breathily moan, pushing your heat towards her face. she kisses around the skin of your underwear and you whine, “please.. i— i need you, please shuri,” it’s all you can beg, your mind spinning.

shuri nods, lifting your thighs up and pulling your underwear off and, finally finally, you feel your pussy under the exposed air, sighing as shuri looks at you and she sighs, rubbing up your thighs right near your lips. “all mine, right, sthandwa?” and you nod, pushing yourself towards her, begging for some stimulation. “yes, yes, all yours please—” you beg sweetly and she sighs again, leaning down and kissing your lips. you moan out breathily, as shuri adds more pressure, sucking at your clit and keeping your thighs apart, her hands flexing against your flesh.

she brings her fingers to your entrance, coaxing them inside you with ease. you whine at the feeling, her mouth on your clit and her fingers moving on top of your g-spot, and it causes you to toss your head back, mind spinning as your hands sink into the sheets. you moan out breathlessly, calls of shuri’s name falling off your lips. she licks all over you, what feels like her entire mouth swallowing your pussy as her fingers work. she adds pressure to your stomach with her other hand, and you jerk, twisting your body against her and moaning lowly, trying to take all that she gave.

you gasp once you feel it, the low buzzing in your core that has your legs shaking, “oh—! shuri, shuri, my love, i’m cumming, please…! i’m—!” and shuri pays you no mind, enthralled with your pussy and continuing her assault, fingers moving faster inside you and you can hear yourself in her tongue. your thighs clench as you moan, your orgasm flowing all the way inside you, your clit swelling under her tongue and your entrance fluttering around her fingers as you cum. you let out a breathless moan once you’re done, moving yourself away from her mouth slightly to stop the stimulation once you’re done.

shuri finally pulls away breathless and mouth nearly dripping, and you whine, legs twitching and head still spinning as you try to recover from your orgasm. shuri comes to you face, capturing your mouth with no regard how messy hers is and kisses you sweetly, making you taste yourself. you moan softly, wrapping your arms around her and she sighs. “you’re so perfect, nkosazana, so perfect,” she emphasizes against your lips and you nod, high on her words alone. shuri smiles a bit, pulling away and grabbing the black bag she had set aside, pulling out her strap and harness, and you exhales softly at the view of it.

shuri settles you with a touch of her hand against your thigh. “my love, are you okay with this?” she asks and you nod before she even finishes, leaning up a bit and watching her as she puts it on. she smiles, albeit shyly, and captures your mouth again, mostly to keep your eyes off her. you smile against her mouth, she gets shy, you concluded as she leans you back down against the bed, grabbing the lube and coaxing it over herself.

she works her fingers inside you with the other hand, moving them against your g-spot once more and you pull away from her mouth and moan, grabbing the sheets once more and shuri comes to your ear, whispering, “that’s it, love, let it out for me, let me hear you,” and you moan lowly, closing your eyes and leaning back again, letting her work inside you once more before you grow impatient, whining against her mouth once you’re connected again, “shuri, please, make me yours, i’m ready,” you whine and she blinks at you, surprised by your words but she groans and nods, rushing into place with a “of course,” softly leaving her lips.

she adjusts herself right in front of your pussy, leaning down and taking a portion of your thigh in her hands to hold you open. shuri enters you slowly, the strap stretching you open and pushing against you. you curse, head falling right against the pillows as she pushes into slowly, your eyes squeezing shut and you groan as you grab the sheets. shuri’s dick felt incredible, rigged on both sides and long enough to feel like it was in your stomach, stretching you and holding you open.

shuri’s is breathing deeply, trying to let you adjust, but the sight of your pussy full of her has her sighing and biting at her lips, “my love,” she says all too seriously to get your attention, “tell me i can move,”

and you sigh and nod, seeing the desperation on her face. she leans down and kisses you briefly as a thank you, before moving one hand to grab the headboard, the other hand still on your hip. she pulls out and pushes back in with force, taking the air from your lungs and you gasp, back arching and sheets ripping from under your hands, “oh, shuri—!”

and it’s all she needs.

shuri fucks against you, deep and slow, moving all the way inside you as your clit brushes against her abdomen. your eyes rolls back as she settles right on your g-spot, thrusting and unrelenting inside you. you let out breathless moans as your tits shake against your chest, the sound of slapping of skin echoing in your ears. shuri moans in tandem with her thrusts, “fuck, you sound so good, my love,” she whispers right in your ear and your back arches, wanting to be closer to her and she gets the hint, wrapping her arms around you waist and picking you up, pulling you into a different position entirely, thrusting up against you, now in her lap and shaking.

“shuri, shuri, shuri—!” you slur out against her, holding on to her shoulders for near dear life, her thrusts growing harder and harder. she moves you around so that your face is against her, continuing her thrusts, whispering, “you’re all mine, arent you, nkosazana?” and you nod deliriously, drunk on her dick and so close to cumming again, but shuri doesn’t let up, “say it, love, tell me,”

you gasp out, her speed unrelenting, and you feel like your crying, “i— oh, gods, i’m yours! shuri, i’m yours, i’m all yours— please, please don’t stop, i’m SO CLOSE—!” and shuri sighs out, “please, cum for me my love, show me how good i make you feel, love,” and it’s so much; her words piercing your skull, her hands gripping at your ass and her dick, stirring you up and causing you to lose all your senses, only filled with shuri, shuri, shuri—

your pussy pulses once more, sucking in more of shuri’s dick as your orgasm pulls on your body and you moan, scratching at her shoulders and she moans with you, “that’s it, that’s it, love, cum for me,” and it’s everything you need to push you over, crying out once your pussy finally releases, squirting subtly against her strap and twitching against her as your whole body shakes. you sigh once it’s over, falling into her entirely as she stops her thrusts, rubbing your back as you calm down, whining and quivering.

shuri chuckles a bit, leaning you up and kissing you, laying you back down and pulling out slowly, faintly you can hear your pussy as she leaves you. you sigh out when she pulls away, “thank you, my love. do you think we can go again?” and you sigh, licking your lips and nodding, and shuri kisses all over your face, thanking you before she’s moving you once more, flipping you over until you’re on your stomach, pussy leaking and presenting for her.

she smiles behind you, kissing your back and whispering against you, “your pussy is twitching baby, are you okay?” she teases and slides her fingers against your lips, adding slight pressure to your clit. you let out a gasp and keep your weight on your forearms, moaning and nodding, “yes, yes, please shuri, i’m okay, please..!” and shuri agrees, lining up inside you once more and entering you slowly, still being kind enough to let you adjust.

you moan out lowly, mouth hanging and eyes rolling shut, the new angle shuri has you in makes you gasp, feeling her deeper. she kisses your back as a precursor to thrusting, harshly slapping against your skin and making you claw at the sheets. you moan, “oh, shuri—baby! unnffhhhh, right, haaa right there—!” your whole body moving with her thrusts. and shuri doesn’t let up, her whole body moving with yours, her hand coming around and rubbing against your clit while the other holds your hip against hers.

it feels like she doesn’t want you to go anywhere and the thought of the queen herself, keeping you still and marking you with her claws makes your head spin, moans changing in pitch, your orgasm already approaching. shuri whispers, “are you gonna cum?” and you nod, breathless mouth hanging open, moaning unapologetically now, feeling your whole body squeezing against her. she leans forward towards your ear, clit still in her palm and thrusts still so deep. “you’re all mine, y/n,” she whispers lowly and you nod and agree, you don’t think you could go to anyone else who made you feel the way shuri did.

she had completely ruined you.

“say it, baby, one more time for me,” she whispers again and you moan out, “i’m yours, i’m all yours, please, please baby, let me cum, please i’m so close, i’m yours!” and shuri sighs in your ear, “good girl, nkosazana, cum for me, give it to me, baby,” and you whine, some tears spilling from your eyes, thanking her as your orgasm washes over you again, your body twitching once more. shuri doesn’t stop this time, still thrusting and fucking you through it and rubbing your clit in tandem, you moan, high pitched and overstimulated, moving away from shuri and her strap slips out. you fall to the bed, sighing and whining, trying to collect yourself.

shuri leans down and kisses your back, rubbing your butt to calm you down and you twitch away from her sighing out, “p-peach, peach,” and she comes to you face immediately, holding you and kissing your mouth and cheeks, checking in. “you alright, sthandwa?” and she sounds concerned, like she wants to make sure she didn’t hurt you in some way. you nod, holding onto her upper body for dear life, whispering, “i— i just needed a break…” you sigh out and shuri smiles, pulling you up into her lap and she holds you, rubbing up and down your sides and kissing you slowly.

“good?” she whispers to you once you’ve calmed down and you nod, sighing, and her hand finds your clit once more, and you moan out, gasping, holding onto her shoulders again. this more personal it feels, you think, moaning softly as shuri bites at your lips and keeps you close in her lap, just rubbing your clit in small circles. “you’re so gorgeous, my love. and so is your pussy, you respond to me so well,” she whispers right into your mouth and you whine, tossing your head back, legs twitching at the praise.

your mind is complete mush, “all for you, shuri, all yours,” you whimper back knows it’s exactly what she wants to hear. and you can feel her reaction with your closed eyes, she leans forward and captures your mouth again, sucking on your bottom lip and adding more pressure to your bud, and you cry out, feeling a wave of your orgasm crash over you once more. she talks you through, “that’s it, go ahead love, cum for me,” again and again, and it’s just as intense as the first time she’s talked you through an orgasm. you fall into her after it’s done, twitching and whining, now completely spent and shuri sighs, pulling you into her arms totally now, laying you down as you settle on her chest. you whimper out as you relax, pussy still twitching.

shuri shushes you, “it’s alright, love, we’re done now, calm down,” and she whispers it and you nod, moving against her more comfortably and you sigh. you finally blink and look at her, brain high on dopamine and smile out a “thank you,” and shuri smiles, “trust me it was my pleasure,” and shes definitely telling the truth.

you close your eyes as sleep overcomes you, shuri kissing you all the way there, much like she has the whole night.

shuri fucks you again when you wake up that morning.

it’s still the weekend, so shuri doesn’t have anywhere to be. she wakes you up with kisses against your skin, rubbing into your thighs and stirring against you. “molo ekuseni, sthandwa,” she says lowly, her xhosa sounding more sexier in the morning. you sigh once you feel her fingers find you clit under the covers, softly adding pressure against it.

you twitch against her, but shuri doesn’t let up, kissing your cheeks and opening your legs with her other hand. you let out a breathily moan, completely giving into her, and she praises you for it, “that’s it love, let me feel you,” and she whispers it in your ear, and you huff, head tilting back, and eyes closing.

you breathe through your nose deeply, your pussy still overstimulated from the night before and your orgasm comes quickly. you whimper, “i’m— im cumming shuri, oh, please—” and she nods, acknowledging you and adding more pressure, circling your thighs as encouragement. you whine out a long drawn moan, your pussy squeezing around nothing and your clit pulses. shuri smiles against your cheek as you cum, thanking you softly and kissing your neck.

your legs are twitching when she asks you, “you’re mine, right, my love?” and you nod, dazed and not even awake, leaning towards her to kiss her.

she fucks you again in her office. she was nearly groping and pawing at you during the meeting they held this morning, her hands on your ass at all times, she keeps you close and whispers to you, sliding her hand through your lab coat and reaching towards your panties. every time you try to sway her away she’ll whisper lowly, “isn’t this pussy mine? cant i have you wherever i want?” and her boldness makes me you give in, dragging her into her office.

shuri opens up your lab coat like she’s starving for you, like she hadn’t had you last night or the morning of. shes already strapped and ready to go, so she fingers you open for a bit before thrusting inside and holding you still on her desk.

you have to keep your voice down, holding a hand against your mouth, as you don’t want the other scientists to hear you. shuri takes full advantage of this, whispering lowly in your ear, “they already know you’re my princess, love. no use in hiding it now,”

but she doesn’t mean it, you know she doesn’t mean it, you whimper and shake your head, moving your hand a bit, “only— only for you, shuri, just for you—!” and you toss your head back, exposing your neck as your nail dig into the wood of the table. shuri smiles, leaning down to capture your mouth, “that’s right, nkosazana, all mine,” and her thrust grow more impatient, obviously eager to have you cum.

you whine against her, biting your lip until it bleeds as you’re cumming again, maybe the fourth time this morning alone. you whimper as your pussy twitches around shuri’s dick, you know she can feel it and she groans too, sighing in your neck and thrusts coming to a halt.

you sigh and fall on the desk, tits out and lab coat ruined. your skirt is pulled up, and there’s no telling what your makeup looks like. you feel your pussy twitch once shuri pulls out of you and she sighs, taking a step back to look at you, smiling. “it looks like i’ve completely ruined you, my love,”

and you sigh and smile because, yes, you think, you have.

i want to personally thank LANDLORD by evann mcintosh for getting me through this piece, if you don’t listen to evann you’re weird go listen to their music right NOW!! (you’re not weird that was a joke, but their stuff is so good!!)

anyways i hope you guys enjoyed this took a lot bruh i’m tired lol, love your shuri okay bye

remember to reblog and leave replies!!! mwah mwah 🤭

[naomis-daydream]

touchin’, lovin’, fuckin’ // shuri udaku

warnings: kissing, fingering (shuri receiving), kinda bottom!shuri, exhibitionism

a/n: yesterday was my two week anniversary on tumblr (writing wise bc i’ve been here for months lolz) so here’s a lil treat! my first time writing smut so pls be nice.

translations: bhabha - baby, sthandwa sami - my love, nkosazana- princess.

p.s i didn’t write this, i have class.

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“Come on, let me touch you.” you whispered, lips ghosting over the lobe of her ear.

Shuri wished she could respond, say something, anything, but right now, all she could focus on was the feeling of your cool fingertips dancing across her lower stomach.

“Don’t you wanna feel good?” your lips muttered against hers as her mouth opened to let out a low groan. “I can make you feel so good.”

As if your words weren’t enough, you slipped your hand below her waistband, cupping her clothed cunt in your palm. Shuri threw her head back, biting back a whimper. You took this as an invitation to leave a trail of kisses up her neck, stopping just below her ear to suck gently on her soft skin.

Just as you begin to trace small circles on her clit does she finally give you a coherent sentence.

“W-We can’t,” she says breathlessly, “Someone could come in.”

Though her actions contradict her words. Her arms are wrapped around your waist, hands dropping down to squeeze your ass when you dip your hand into her underwear.

Truth be told, she was right—anyone could walk in. You had her leaned against a relatively empty lab table that was in the direct eye-line of the entrance. If anyone happened to walk in, which could be any moment since her Design Group usually returned for lunch at 1pm, they’d see the incredibly lewd sight of the princess on the verge of being finger-fucked by her girlfriend.

And quite frankly Shuri was already seen as a who child who “scoffs at tradition”, so maybe adding exhibitionist to the list wasn’t the brightest idea. Though she couldn’t care less about that when you finally pushed a finger inside her.

“You’re so wet, bhabha.” You cooed as she moaned softly, trying to conceal her pleasure, lest someone overhear.

You would have none of that.

You moved your hand from behind her on the table to grip lightly on her neck, pulling her head up to look you in the eye. “Mm-mm, nkosazana, I wanna hear you.” You whispered, pumping your finger in and out at a slow pace.

She held your gaze with those beautiful, brown eyes. Her lips were shut in an awfully cute pout. You could tell she wanted to make her pleasure audible, yet still hesitant to oblige. That was fine though, you had other ways of gaining her obedience.

You leaned over to kiss her, lips connecting just as she let out a blissful moan. You swallowed the noise, pushing your tongue in her mouth. Shuri sighed at the contact, beginning to grind into your hand.

You pulled back, a string of spit connecting you two as she chases your lips. Looking at her with low lidded eyes, you slid another finger into her, watching her brows furrow as her jaw dropped in a silent scream, eyes closing.

Shuri could feel you everywhere. Your warmbreath on her face, your hand applying pressure lightly on her neck, and your nimble fingers stroking upward to that spongy spot that made her entire body vibrate in ecstasy.

You slowly increased your pace, tightening your grip to pull her back to you. “Eyes on me.” For her sake, she obeyed, meeting your gaze with a slightly quivering lower lip.

You curled your fingers inside her, reaching for that perfect spot that’d make her-

“Y/n!”

You smirked.

“Bast, please, Y/n. Don’t stop.” She swallows thickly as another moan escapes her. The lab was flooded with the sound of your fingers entering and exiting her at an ungodly place, the wet sound of your knuckles meeting her pussy brought tears to her eyes.

You smiled softly. “Aw, poor baby. Does it feel that good?”

Shuri nods quickly, incapable of forming words that’d do you justice.

“Who makes you feel this good?”

“You do,” she utters, hands moving to grip the edge of the table with crushing force.

“Who else takes care of you like I do?” You ask, letting go of her neck to wipe the single tear that slid down her cheek.

“No one else but you. Only you, sthandwa sami.” she cries.

You can tell she’s close, her hips are practically buckling against you as you bring your thumb to rub her clit once more.

Your hand cups the side of her face, kissing the spot where her tear once resided. “Come for me.”

Shuri buried her face in your neck, muffling the obscene noises you so desperately enjoyed. She wraps her arms around your waist tightly, pulling you closer as she rides her orgasm out, hips rolling against your hand still pumping slowly inside her.

“Ndiyakuthandana,” she says into your skin. I love you.

Her post-coital words of affection make you chuckle as you slowly pull out of her. “I love you more.”

She pulls her head out of the crook of your neck, arms still around your waist. “Akunakwenzeka.” It is impossible.

You hum softly, admiring her supple skin. A hazy, fucked-out smile was strayed across her face, eyes glazed with fulfillment. The two of you stay like that, looking blissfully at each other, for a few more seconds before the chatter of the lab assistants nearby breaks you from your reverie.

Shuri quickly removes her hands from around you, looking down to button and zip her jeans. You laugh at her movements as the doors opened.

Shuri glares at you as she smooths her shirt out, saying a quick greeting to the others as your back still faced them. As they reply, you place your fingers in your mouth, tongue swirling around the two digits. You pull them out slowly with a small pop! smiling at the way Shuri’s mouth parts.

“Fuck you,” she says low enough so only you can hear her.

Walking backwards, you wink at her with a smile. “Maybe later.”