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❁ཻུ۪۪♡ swallow (your pride)

Pairing - shuri/black fem! reader

Word count - 4K

Contains - smut (18+), slight choking, dom!shuri, sub!reader, strap on, reader is a brat, slight degradation kink, jealousy, fluff, cunnilingus, minimal plot

Key Words - nkosazana (princess), sthwanda sam (my love)

Divider From - @firefly-graphics

Sneak Peak - The first time you guys fucked, you made it abundantly clear to yourself and to her that she was just a one-night stand. She agreed, and only came to you when you asked. She fucked hard, but she did it with intent. The way she always took care of your needs before hers. The way she called you ‘princess’ and ‘slut’ interchangeably in bed. The way she almost fucked you like she loved you. All the reasons why your one-night stand turned into a two, three, four-night stand. But you were not hers, and she was not yours, and as much as you tried to push away the hot gooey feeling of jealousy in your core, you just couldn’t

Song Vibes - kiss it better (rihanna), sept 5th (dvsn), i.j.s. (dee gatti), awkward (sza)

Tags - @abenomeiiii

Writers Note: low key scared to post this but oh well, let me know if you enjoyed it! And let me know if you wanna be in the tag list for future fics :)

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ You allow your mind to get lost with the crowd, your body becoming syrup as you lose yourself in the music. Your head getting lost in the beats that pummeled through your veins as you chose to forget about your current dilemma. You were having a good time, up until the dilemma herself walked straight through the door. You instantly choke down tears, not because of the sight of Shuri, but because she brought another girl with her. Shuri’s arms are around her shoulder as they stepped foot into the house party.

The first time you guys fucked, you made it abundantly clear to yourself and to her that she was just a one-night stand. She agreed, and only came to you when you asked. She fucked hard, but she did it with intent. The way she always took care of your needs before hers. The way she called you ‘princess’ and ‘slut’ interchangeably in bed. The way she almost fucked you like she loved you. All the reasons why your one-night stand turned into a two, three, four-night stand. But you were not hers, and she was not yours, and as much as you tried to push away the hot gooey feeling of jealousy in your core, you just couldn’t.

You and Shuri make eye contact, but you look away instantly, hoping she didn’t notice the pathetic brokenness in your eyes. She probably wouldn’t care anyway. You rush to the alcohol table and thankfully find Riri, your best friend was there as well, responsibly sipping her from her red cup. She noticed the look on your face and understood immediately.

“Y/n, what’s wrong? Are you ok?”

This has a single tear instantly escaping your tear duct. You quickly wipe it away as you chug down some alcohol. You’re so embarrassed and ashamed of yourself. It was never supposed to be like this.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there. We both know you’re bit of a lightweight,” Riri teases. “What’s going on y/n? Tell me.”

“Ugh, I hate her!” you respond in pure frustration. Riri raises an eyebrow, allowing her face to pave way for what she was about to say, and you knew the exact words that were about to fall out of her mouth.

“I told you you couldn’t do it.”

You roll your eyes as you take another sip of your drink.

“You’re just not a one-night stand type of girl y/n, and that’s ok. You love, and you love hard. Not your fault Shuri can’t see she has the most beautiful girl in her grasp.”

You put your drink down and subtly looked over your shoulder to see if she was still there with that girl. Your stomach drops at the sight of them still together. Shuri’s arm is no longer on her shoulder but they are talking. Shuri towering over the small, petite girl in front of her before she notices your eyes studying her. You make no effort to look away this time, just angrily chugging the rest of your drink down as you maintain eye contact and make your way to the dance floor once more. You look around for someone to dance with you, spotting another girl that somewhat resembles Shuri with short, boyish curls and a tall, lean build. Attractive but not as attractive as Shuri.

“Wanna dance?” you ask the stranger.

“Uh, yeah sure. Why not?”

You grab the stranger by the wrist as you drag her to the dance floor. You let the music take over your body once more, now mixed in with the alcohol that is currently flowing through your veins. You don’t care. You’re angry and you want to piss Shuri off. Maybe that will get her attention. You dance with the stranger so sensually but she handles you well. You knew you weren’t being fair, you never wanted or asked for anything serious. Or so you both thought. You look at Riri from across the room, and she chuckles. Riri knows exactly what you’re doing but she’s all for it. You grind on the girl behind you, as she takes your hips and pushes you further into her crotch area. You notice Shuri watching you, her eyes dim with desire. Her eyebrows furrowed together in annoyance, as she makes her way towards you. Your gut grows hot, but you don’t stop what you’re doing.

“I can take it from here,” Shuri says to the stranger.

“I never said I was done with her.”

“I don’t give a fuck, move,” Shuri replied, her voice low and demanding, as she slightly pushed her off of you. The stranger rolled her eyes, and walked away. Shuri takes your wrists and puts your arms around her shoulders, your faces inches apart besides the fact that she’s slightly taller than you.

“You look good,” Shuri compliments, her eyes roaming the room and barely even looking at you. You roll your eyes in annoyance, scoffing as you try to let go of her grasp but she pulls you in tighter. She lowers her mouth right by your ear as she begins to whisper. “Where do you think you’re going, hm? Keep acting like a brat and I’ll show everyone what you really look like when no one’s watching.”

Her threat makes your body tight, as you grow dewy between your thighs. “You’re not the boss of me,” you reply with a challenge. Shuri’s eyes snap at you, a slight grin forming on her lips. She knows what you want. Your face softens at her demeaning gaze, making her chuckle. She loves the power she has on you and so did you. You grab her hand and slowly lead her up the stairs, making sure you make heavy contact with the girl she came in with as you make your way up.

“Don’t be mean,” Shuri says as she notices the death glare you give the other girl.

“Too fucking bad.”

Shuri snickers in response.

You guys finally find a secluded bedroom away from the thriving crowd downstairs. Shuri lifts you up as you wrap your legs around her, bringing you into the bedroom. You can’t help but smile, wondering if she can feel your sweet spot dampen against her. She places you on the edge of the bed, spreading your thighs open as she kneels down on one knee in front of you.

“You were being a brat downstairs, why?”

Her question catches you off guard, forcing you to swallow hard.

“I don’t like her,” you respond.

“You’re gonna have to be more specific with me nkosazana. I don’t have time for games today.”

“Stop acting like you don’t know who I’m talking about!” you snap back. “That girl you brought here to the party with you! Why would you do that?? You’re annoying for that,” you pout.

Shuri rolls her eyes as she lets out a breathless laugh.

“I don’t see what’s so funny.”

“You’re adorable when you’re angry.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re annoying.”

“Mhm, yeah, you said that already, nkosazana.”

You let Shuri laugh for a bit, as she collects herself. You find no amusement in this.

“You done?”

“No. I don’t even see why you’re so angry about it anyway. You made it perfectly clear we’re not together. You said, and I quote, ‘this is just a one-night stand, don’t think about trying to fall in love with me and shit’”.

Shuri was right. That is what you said, but still. You couldn’t help that you let your damn emotions get in the way.

“Whatever. You were just using me for a good time anyway,” you scold. Shuri’s eyes grow dark. Her lips completely shut as she brings her face closer, her lips just brushing yours.

“You think that’s what I want you for?” Her voice is low and raspy. Her eyes are so full of desire adding more wetness to your already soaking pussy. She grabs you by the throat, putting slight pressure. “I could say the same about you, the way you opened your legs so easily for me like the bratty slut you are.” She lets you go of her firm grasp.

“Take that off,” she demands, pointing to your revealing dress. “Not that it makes a difference, you’re practically naked in that fucking dress anyway.”

You roll your eyes as your dress drops to your ankles, revealing the lavender lace underneath. Shuri’s breath hitches, bluntly observing you and your body, even though she’s seen it a fair amount of times already. Her eyes trail to the dark spot between your legs.

“Fuck baby, you’re already soaking.”

“Shuri please,” you whine. Your cunt is aching, and you can’t take it anymore.

“Don’t give me that. You made me watch you dance with another girl, who kinda looked like me, never mind.”

“You did it first.”

“Yeah yeah, now get on the bed, and spread open for me.”

You comply with ease. You rest your ass on the plush bed beneath you, as you spread yourself open to Shuri, revealing the damp spot on your lavender lace. Shuri grabs a chair and sits, manspreading as she gets comfy. She looks so good in her unbuttoned baseball-like jersey top, with her black Nike bra underneath, revealing her toned abdomen. Her matching boxers are peaking above her black, baggy cargo pants and you know exactly what else is hiding underneath. You study the way her boyish curls compliment her perfectly chiseled face, her jawline carved to perfection. Her gold adornments gleaming against her dark skin, it was all too much. No one should look THAT good.

“Touch yourself,” she commands, interrupting your moment of lustful admiration.

“But I want you to do it,” you sulk.

“We’ll get there y/n, but first I want a show. You owe me one after the shit you pulled today.”

You give in, pushing the lavender lace to the side, revealing your dark brown, glistening center. Shuri adjusts herself, her eyes fixated on your pussy. You take two fingers, lubing them with your wetness as you slide them into your plush walls. You slowly pump in and out, as your head dips back in pleasure.

“Uh uh, eyes on me. I want you to picture me with every thrust you give yourself, sthandwa sam.”

You obey, lifting your head back up to face her. You get lost in her almond eyes, as you thrust faster into yourself, determined to please the woman in front of you. Shuri’s eyes trail between yours and your dark center. The room is silent except for your soft, breathless moans and the squelching of your wet, throbbing cunt. Shuri loves the sound your body makes, she’s told you so many times before. You pull out for a second to play with your delicate clit, making yourself moan Shuri’s name. A viscous smile forms on Shuri’s lips as she watches the way you play with yourself and as her name shamelessly pools out of your mouth. She loves the effect she has on you and your body without even having to lay a finger on you.

“That’s right y/n, say my name. You're so pretty like this.”

Your gut begins to tighten as the familiar feeling rises in your core and down between your inner thighs. You picture the tip of Shuri’s strap circling your clit, as your eyebrows furrowed together and your mouth drops open. You were fatally close before you were rudely disrupted by the woman you were hoping to please.

“That’s enough.”

You shoot her a glare as you remove your fingers in confusion. The phantom of your impending climax lingering in both your gut and pussy came to a halt, making you annoyed.

“What? No, that’s not fair, I was so close Shuri,” you whimpered, almost crying.

“You whine too much baby. Come here.” She motions you to come sit on her lap, and you do. You spread your thighs over hers, your cunt lingering over her lap, as you face her, still annoyed. “What's the long face for? You did this. Not me.”

You stare at her, and even though you want to pick a fight, you know she’s right. You made it sufficiently clear to her that you didn’t want anything serious. Shuri was allowed to see other women, but you didn’t like that.

“Shuri…please.”

“What is it now, nkosazana? Talk to me. Tell me what you want. I can’t give you what you want if you don’t talk to me.”

You’re debating whether to take it the sexual way or if you should be real with her and as much as you hated to admit it, you wanted her. Every bit of her. You wanted to wake up next to her, and bring her flowers. You wanted to watch stupid movies with her and go to the arcade with her. You wanted her touch, but you wanted more than that. You realize this is the first time you’re admitting this to yourself. You sigh, breathing in deeply. You rest your head into the nape of her neck, admiring the tattoo there. She smelled so good.

“I just want you,” you muffle into her.

Shuri takes her hand and strokes your curls, being careful because she understands curl maintenance.

“See, was that so hard?”

You bring your face back up to hers, placing your lips on her lips. This was your first kiss. Not that you haven’t kissed her before, of course you have. But your first real kiss with her and it makes your cheeks flush.

“I almost want to say ‘I love you’ but it’s too soon for that,” you say, half-jokingly. Shuri’s eyes go from sweet to desirable in a split second, bringing her hand up to cup your drenched cunt.

“How’s she feeling?” Shuri asks, talking about your sweet spot that still needs to release itself. You gulp.

“She wants you.”

“Mhm. You can tell me you love me in other ways if you’re not ready to say it out loud just yet.”

You kiss her once more, this time more wantonly. She slips her tongue in, as you remove yourself from her lap. She pushes you onto the bed, hovering over you as her gold chain dangles in your face. She removes her baseball button-up, revealing her toned arms that you will never get tired of. She grabs your throat.

“You gonna be a good girl for once?”

You nod, desperate for Shuri to make her mark inside you. Shuri removes her cargos, fully revealing her Nike boxers and the strap she was already wearing. You weren’t surprised though. Shuri liked to wear it, she told you before when she caught you by surprise the first time. Shuri continues to undress you, sliding your lace panties off. She admires the lavender bra against your brown skin.

“I almost want to keep this on. It’s so pretty on you,” she coos.

“Do what you want, I just need you,” you say as your breathing picks up.

“Still needy I see.”

Shuri digs her face into your neck, placing kisses on your sensitive spot, earning a small moan from you. She smiles against your skin, proud of how well she knows you. She makes her way down, pressing her lips against your cleavage and your core. She makes her way to your inner thighs, as you thrust your cunt forward, making it incredibly clear where you want her.

“I’m getting there baby, be patient.”

She lifts your legs over her shoulders, making you more spread open to her. She soaks in the beautiful sight of your dewy hunger for her, diving into her prize. You’re already losing it, getting lost in the way her tongue understands you so well. You wrap your legs around her, locking her in and applying more pressure. Shuri grips your thighs as she eats away, winning filthy moans from your lips.

“Shuri baby, I’m so close. Pl—please don’t stop.” You wail her name unapologetically, as your orgasm approaches you. Shuri sucks on your puffy clit, sending you over the edge. The room goes white, and your stomach churns heat as your orgasm subdues your entire body. You release yourself into Shuri’s mouth, as you let her go of your tight grasp. She lifts herself off of you, your pleasure running down the corner of her mouth.

“You’re delicious, baby. You did so well.”

You lie there trying to collect yourself. Shuri notices this, and comes back down to kiss you, the taste of your satisfaction on her lips brings you back.

“I’m not done with you.”

“I know.”

“Let me know when you’re ready, nkosazana.”

You let out a few breaths, preparing yourself to be penetrated. And you know Shuri. She’s not gentle with it. But you love when she has her way with you.

“Ok ok I’m ready,” you say between heaving pants. Shuri lets out a crooked smile, as she grabs her girthy strap, taking the tip and circling your clit. You moan so easily, it’s almost embarrassing.

“Look at you, you’re just too easy, baby,” she teases.

“Just…please. Please Shuri, stop teasing. Just fuck me already,” you demand.

“Still such a brat.” She takes her strap, and puts it in you. Your walls welcome her in, expanding to accommodate her size. You always struggled a bit in the beginning, but you never wanted her to stop. You took the slight pain as it was easily replaced with pleasure with each thrust knocked into you. Your eyebrows soften, as you take her in. Your moans getting louder with each drive into your cushioned walls.

“You look so pretty when you struggle.”

You keep eye contact with her as she guides you through it. She knows how much you need her, and she’s going to give you exactly what you’re desperate for.

“You take me so well, y/n. So tight for me.”

Each thrust gets easier, as it usually does. You beg her to keep going, to keep pummeling into you.

“Please don’t stop Shuri. Please. I wanna cum.”

“Tell me you want to cum on my dick.”

You moan Shuri’s name a couple more times, trying to gather your thoughts together.

“Please baby, I wanna cum on your cock. I’m so wet for you.”

This sends Shuri over the edge. She loves the way you whimper for her. The way you take it for her. She digs her head into your neck once more, picking up the pace. She’s no longer being gentle with you, and your pussy is so open to her. You’re close. Shuri lifts her face off the nape of your neck, wanting to look you in the eye as you release yourself. You try to remain eye contact with her but it’s nearly impossible. Your eyes roll back and your head bucks backwards at her thrusts. Your whole body explodes and the room turns to colors as you cum for the second time. Shuri grabs your chin, and forces your eyes on her.

“Look at me as you cum baby, I know it’s hard. But do it.”

She fucks you through your orgasm and even through the after shock. You’re so overstimulated but you don’t want anything less. Finally, your body comes back to earth.

“I wanna try one more thing, if you let me,” Shuri says.

You look at her with those eyes. Those “fuck me” eyes, you always give her. It sends her over the edge. Shuri lies on her back as she strokes her strap slowly, rubbing your juices all over it.

“I want you to ride me. Think you can do that for me baby?”

Your eyes bulge, contemplating whether you can take her or not. It doesn’t take long before you make up your mind. You wanna feel her. You want her to ram into you so deeply, the words “I love you” fall out of your mouth. You don’t care.

You nod, as you sit on top of her toned core. You kiss her, right before you begin to slide it in.

“Wait,” she interrupts. “Turn around. I wanna see the way you stretch as you ride me.”

You obey immediately, turning your back against hers as you slide it in. Shuri has the perfect view of your plump ass and your curls falling down your back.

“Bounce.”

You do, and it feels heavenly. It goes so deep into you, immediately hitting your sweet spot. You bounce, as Shuri watches the way your pussy swallows her whole with each leap. That vision is enough to send Shuri into madness. She helps you get to your climax, thrusting slightly, making sure you do most of the work this time. You cry her name out, absolutely frantic.

“Come on baby, you have to work for it.”

You whine as your legs begin to cramp, your core muscles tightening. It was a workout. But you weren’t going to stop. You bounce like a pro, hoping Shuri notices. You lean forward a bit, giving Shuri a clearer view of the way your cunt opens and closes with each thrust.

“Oh yes y/n. Just like that. Just like the beautiful slut you are.”

You moan to her insult, bouncing harder as you reach your third of the night. Your head leans backwards as Shuri’s name falls off your tongue. You stop bouncing and just ride her out, moving your hips back and forth as Shuri remains inside you. You come back down from your high, releasing yourself from Shuri’s grip as you spill all over her.

“You did amazing y/n, we have to do that more often,” Shuri says through her heaving chest. Her sweat is glazed over her dark skin.

You put your panties back on, along with Shuri’s baseball top. Shuri puts her pants back on, as you crawl back in the bed with her. This part wasn’t new. You would usually end your “one-night stand” sessions in her arms, your head pressed into her chest as she holds you and engages in small talk. You two practically broke the rules of what was meant to be a one-time type of deal. But this time felt different. There was more love to it.

“Shuri?”

“Yes y/n?”

“I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

Shuri adjusts herself, her face inches from yours. “What do you mean, sthandwa sam?”

“I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you. I was supposed to have a good time with you, and then move on but then…” your voice breaks off, almost too prideful to finish what you were going to say.

“But then what?”

You let out a heavy sigh. “But then you got me so confused with fucking and making love. The way you did it was so rough and hard, but still lovingly at the same time? How is that possible? And then you would take care of me after, and call me all those cute names, plus you're so hot and beautiful at the same time? You’re just too much.”

“Oh, I’m too much??” Shuri teases. You roll your eyes for what seems like the hundredth time today. She loved to pick at you, but you wouldn’t want it any other way. You loved her, and it was time to swallow your pride for once. Shuri looks intensely into your eyes, trying to read you.

“What's on your mind y/n? Talk to me. I love hearing you talk.”

“I don’t know. I think I love you.”

A soft smile appears on Shuri’s face. She knows that it took alot for you to admit. She’s proud of you. She cups your face in her hands, bringing her lips to your forehead.

“I know you do, baby,” she says softly. “I love you too.”

This is it. You cup your head into her chest, inhaling her scent that still lingered there. She pulls you in further, placing kisses on your curls. Funny how magic happens when you swallow your pride. ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

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sapphicvqmpires · 1 year

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❁ཻུ۪۪♡ i miss you there (pt.2)

Pairing - shuri/black fem! reader

Word Count - 4K

Contains - smut (18+), choking, strap on, penetration, masturbation, degradation kink, some hurt, some fluff

Key Words - nkosazana (princess)

Divider from - @firefly-graphics

Sneak Peak - “I asked you…,” she leans into your ear, and trails her strong hands down your body until they’re met with your hips. She breathes you in, relishing in your scent. “...what did I say about bothering me at work?” Your mind immediately races back to the night Shuri left. You're left with hot flashbacks, as the ghost of Shuri’s touch from that night grazes your body. You grow hot as your pussy tightens, remembering the promise she gave you

Song Vibes - f&mu (kehlani), 10k hours (jhené aiko), caught up (dee gatti), no takebacks (kiana ledé)

Tags - @abenomeiiii @pinkwright @shuriszn @shurislover @shurismainbxtch @vixentheplanet @lustfulbarbie @pocketsizedpanther

Part 1

Writers Note: I was supposed to do this earlier, but oh well. Enjoy the read! Again, ntm on the Xhosa, it’s all from google translate lmfaoo and go read part 1 first if you haven’t yet!

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ The week without Shuri drags. Despite the drastic time difference, Shuri would call you every now and then. The conversations would usually last no longer than 15 minutes before she would have to take off, but you appreciate her effort. You love her.

You played with yourself almost everyday, moaning Shuri’s name as you picture her slender fingers instead of yours. You attempt to imitate the way she swirls her tongue around your tender clit, placing two fingers inside but only she can reach far enough to push you to the stars. You’re so touch deprived, it’s only fair that you ease yourself once, maybe even twice everyday she’s not with you. This makes your week drag even longer. You miss her so much.

Your week still plays out as it usually does, going to school and coming back home to an empty apartment. You watch The Fresh Prince of Bel Air almost every evening to make up for the fact that Shuri is not a simple drive away. You cuddle up in your pajamas and lazily slouch onto the sofa before you are unexpectedly interrupted by the buzz of your phone. It’s Shuri. You let it ring a couple times, trying not to look too desperate.

“Hey baby.” Her voice is like strong silk and it makes your face flush with warmth.

“Hey.”

“Unjani (How are you)? You still barely making it without me?” Shuri mocks you.

“First of all, shut the fuck up,” you joke with her. “Second of all, I’m doing just fine.”

Shuri laughs. She’s not dumb. She knows you’re lowkey falling apart and she loves to make fun of you about it.

“Yuh huh. Whatever you say, y/n.”

It was 9pm for you, meaning it was almost 5am where she was.

“Shuri, baby…what are you doing awake anyway?” you ask.

“My sleep schedule has been a little fucked ever since I got here, but I’ll be back in about 2 days, nkosazana. I promise…”

“I miss you…”

“I miss you too y/n.”

You two talk for a couple more minutes before you realize her voice trailing off. She was tired and as she should be. You could only imagine how hard she’s working over there, and you tried to tell her to go to bed earlier but she swore she wasn’t tired.

“Shuri, it’s hella late for you….you really need to go to bed.”

“What? No, I’m not even tired,” she says through a loud ass yawn and it makes you both laugh. “I made you something nkosazana…it’s a surprise.”

You gasp. “What? What is it? Tell me.”

“What part of ‘surprise’ isn’t registering through that big ass head of yours?” Shuri teases.

“Fine…fine. Your head is bigger than mine though.”

“Shut the fuck up, no it ain’t.” You both burst into laughter before you finally convince Shuri to go to sleep.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, y/n.”

“Yeah, yeah. I love you.”

“I love you,” she reciprocates. You guys hang up the phone and the room goes silent. You continue watching your show, and fix yourself a snack before heading to bed. That night is like every other night. You think about her and the way she smells, the way she looks, and the way she feels. You take your fingers and slip them under the silk of your panties, teasing yourself as Shuri would. You place them in between your folds and breathe in quickly as you graze your now sensitive clit. You picture your girlfriend's tongue swirling around you, slowly and painfully. You lube your fingers with your saliva, trying to get the same effect as her.

“Oh yeah, just like that Shuri. Please don’t stop,” you pant. It does not feel anywhere near to what she can do, but your imagination pushes you through it. You pick up the pace, stroking your puffy clit with more pressure now as Shuri would if she were here. “I’m so close, baby. Please don’t stop. I love you.” You can feel the warm feeling traveling down your spine as the blood pulses through your pussy. You go faster. Harder. You think about the way her eyes get more concentrated like your one of her science projects as she hyper fixates herself on making you cum. You recollect the way she looks at you as you release yourself, smirking with pride at the power she has on you and your body. “Yes baby, just like…just like that.” You moan without holding back, like she’s there. You spread yourself open more, looking up at the mirror in front of you. Your pussy is so wet and swollen, but you admire yourself as Shuri does. You finally relinquish your need to prolong this moment, and give into your orgasm. You continue rubbing yourself through your orgasm because that’s what she would do. “Oh my god baby, that feels so good. Oh my god, fuck.” You look at yourself in the mirror as you cum, picturing her one last time before you climb back down from your high. You needed these next two days to fly by. You absolutely needed her in every way possible.

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Finally, the day comes when you’ll finally get to see her. You meet her in the secluded area, where a few of the Dora Milaje drop her off. You watch her as she comes out of the aircraft, wearing her damn black compression shirt again, and it makes you tingle. You run to her, and jump into her arms. She welcomes your embrace as you wrap your legs around her. She laughs at your excitement, and Okoye joins in.

“She was only gone for a week, y/n,” Okoye teases.

“I know, but I missed her.”

Shuri places you down, planting a kiss on your forehead.

“I missed you too, sthandwa sam.”

You smile.

Shuri turns to Okoye, and gives her a hug. “Undifowunele ukuba uyandidinga (Call me if you need me), Okoye.”

“Enkosi, Shuri. Ngoku goduka inkosazana yakho. Uyakukhumbula ngokucacileyo. (Thank you Shuri. Now go home to your princess. She clearly missed you.)” They both laugh, and you can’t help but wonder what they’re saying. Shuri grabs her bag and then your hand.

“What did she say?” you ask in curiosity.

“Oh nothing, just talking about how needy you are,” she chuckles.

You roll your eyes, and Shuri brings you in for another hug.

“Let’s go home princess.”

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You guys arrive home to your apartment, and it looks the exact same as it did before she left.

“I’m gonna go to my lab for a bit, I have some things I have to finish up,” Shuri says. Your eyes flash so fast at her, it almost gives you whiplash.

“Don’t even start with me Shuri.”

“Hey, hey, hey. I’m kidding. Don’t attack me.”

You sigh. “You’re so annoying.”

Shuri places her hand on her chest, pretending to be hurt by your words. “Ouch.”

“Boo hoo.”

There’s a moment of silence, before Shuri runs to you and lifts you up. You wrap yourself into her, smiling at her loving grasp.

“Fuck, I missed you,” Shuri says into your neck.

“I missed you more.”

“You right,” she teases.

“Shut up.”

And with that, Shuri begins to kiss you, planting love marks on the nape of your neck. She brings you into the bedroom, still holding you tightly before she gently places you on the bed. She situates herself in between your legs, rushing to get you naked.

“I love you,” you lightly moan.

“I love you more.”

She tugged at your pants, desperate to see your drenched pussy before you were rudely interrupted by the buzz of her kimoyo beads.

“Fuck,” Shuri whispers. “I have to grab this, hold on.”

You roll your eyes in annoyance, sitting yourself back up on the bed. Shuri leaves the room for some more privacy, and you try to eavesdrop on the muffles coming from the other room but all you can make out is Okoye’s voice and nothing else. After what seemed like forever, Shuri finally returns with slight panic written on her face.

“Sorry, nkosazana. I gotta head to my lab right now. I don’t know when I’ll be back, but I’ll be back,” she says in a frenzy. It’s clear her mind is everywhere but with you right now and it makes your blood boil.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??” you snap. You were livid. “Not even ONE HOUR and you’re already heading back to your stupid lab!”

You can see Shuri desperately trying to keep her cool, but she’s upset at your misunderstanding of her urgent situation.

“Chill out!! I said I’ll be back!” she says, matching your volume and anger.

“You can’t wait??? You literally JUST got home! Good god, I can’t stand you!” you yell, and you immediately regret the words that just fell out of your mouth. Shuri’s face changes, her anger is purely transparent. She breathes heavily into her palms.

“I can’t do this shit with you right now y/n. I’m leaving, and don’t even fucking think about coming to bother me.” Shuri rushes out of the room, grabs her bag and slams the door, making you flinch. The lump in your throat grows, as you feel the tears streaming down your cheeks. You sob into your palms before you look at your reflection in the mirror. Your face is puffy and sticky from your tears. It quite literally feels like someone took an 80 pound weight and carelessly dropped it onto your chest.

“Fuck her, for real,” you say to yourself, and you almost believed it. You finally brought yourself to get off the bed and wash your face. You looked at your reflection one last time and chuckled at the image that starred back at you. You looked pathetic. “Fuck you,” you say to yourself. “Fuck you for feeling so damn hard, you stupid mf.” You pause, and take a deep breath, collecting yourself and your intrusive thoughts. “Just…take a nap y/n.” And that ‘s exactly what you do.

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You wake up and check the clock. It’s 8pm.

“Shit,” you whisper to yourself. You slept for 6 hours. You rush to the living room, hoping to see her there but she isn’t. You grab your phone in dismay and call her but the phone rang once before going straight to voicemail.

“No she didn’t,” you say in disbelief. She hung up your call. “Oh no she fucking didn’t,” you repeat, making your way to the closet to grab a jacket. You remember exactly what Shuri said about disrupting her but you did not give a flying fuck. The blood beneath your skin was boiling and your face grew hot in pure frustration. The hairs on your arms stood up, and you could feel your heartbeat pick up its pace. You stomp out the door, and somewhat recklessly drive to her lab.

You pull up, and give yourself some time to collect your thoughts so you don’t carelessly explode on her again. You hop out the car and mentally count to 10, breathing in one last time before you punch in the code to her lab. The door opens and your palms are sweaty. You slowly make your way in, and there she is. Shuri looks like she’s in absolute stress.

“Shuri?”

She pauses her work for a second, but she doesn't even look at you. She takes a deep breath before continuing her work. You’re pissed, but you pull yourself together.

“I called you.”

“I saw. I ignored you.”

There’s another moment of silence, both of you clearly on the brink of snapping but neither of you want to be the first to break.

“I just…look I’m sorry, ok?”

She says nothing. You’re heated.

“Shuri…I just…holy fuck. I’m sorry…I just missed you, like really really missed you. Clearly more than you missed me, but fuck baby, please. I didn’t mean it…” you say desperately. You don’t even know if your apology is truly sincere, but what you do know is that you need her to say something before you give into the heat that’s coursing through your body. Finally she speaks.

“What did I say about bothering me while I’m working?” You let out a thick sigh, clearly hurt. You walk closer to her, stopping about two meters away from her grasp. She’s too far. You want her in your arms now.

“Shuri…please.”

“Don’t give me that.”

“Then what should I give you? Because I’m tired as fuck, and I miss you like crazy.”

“Yeah you said that already…like a million times.”

“AND I MEAN IT EVERYTIME!” Finally one of you breaks, and of course it’s you. Shuri pauses, and looks at you as you cry again. You’re so sick of crying.

“Stop fucking crying, nkosazana,” she groans in frustration.

“Stop making me cry.”

Shuri looks at you, her eyes gazing at your brokenness. She breaks the gap between you, cupping your face into her hands before she plants a kiss on your forehead.

“What makes you think you missed me more than I missed you?” she asks softly. You’re looking deep into her eyes, getting lost in the depth of them as she brushes your tears away with her thumbs.

“I don’t know…you just make it seem that way sometimes,” you reply. She completely closes the gap, bringing your tear stained cheeks into her chest. She kisses the top of your head and caresses your box braids.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers into your braids. “I love you.” You remove your face off her toned chest, and look into her eyes once more.

“I love you baby,” you coo. “And I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that stupid shit I said earlier.”

A small grin appears on Shuri’s face, shifting the mood. “Oh yes you did,” she jokes. You gently hit her chest before you push yourself up to reach her lips. Her lips welcome yours with ease, showing you she missed you just as much.

“And you didn’t answer my question,” she interrupts. Your face scrunches in confusion.

“What?”

“I asked you…,” she leans into your ear, and trails her strong hands down your body until they’re met with your hips. She breathes you in, relishing in your scent. “...what did I say about bothering me at work?”

Your mind immediately races back to the night Shuri left. You're left with hot flashbacks, as the ghost of Shuri’s touch from that night grazes your body. You grow hot as your pussy tightens, remembering the promise she gave you.

‘Be patient with me when I’m working, nkosazana or I swear you’ll be so swollen, you won’t be able to walk.’ Those were her exact words. You’re wet.

“Fuck me,” you whisper into her and Shuri does not hesitate. She removes your top and pants, leaving you in your undergarments which weren’t the sexiest ones at the moment, but neither of you cared. She picked you up and placed you on the bed she kept in her lab. She kisses you all over your body, leaving nothing untouched except for the one spot you absolutely needed her most. She rips your bra off of you, your breasts pooling out and Shuri goes wide-eyed.

“Fuck,” she groans. She takes your peaked nipples into her mouth, sucking on them with intent. She pushes her knee into your crotch, earning a small whimper from you. You begin to grind slowly, putting pressure on your oversensitive clit. You begin to moan at the contact.

“That’s right baby, just like that. Fuck my shit,” she groans. Her knee grows damp from the connection with your pussy, and she grabs your throat. You breathe in sharply, clutching onto the sheets beneath you as you continue to grind down on her. The material of your panties is in the way, and Shuri notices this. She pulls your panties down, your slick leaving a trail down your pussy lips.

“Bast, I missed this.” Shuri takes her fingers, and slowly spreads your lips open, teasing your delicate clit and your aching walls.

“Where do you want me, nkosazana?” She dips the tip of her middle and ring finger into you.

“Here?”

“More,” you mutter through your pacing breath. She pushes in deeper.

“Here?” She knows what she’s doing. She loves playing with you.

“More baby, more,” you say desperately. She chuckles, as she pushes in all the way, curling just enough to nail your sweet spot. You moan, biting your bottom lip on retrieval.

“Yeah, I think that’s where you need me,” Shuri says. “But I think we can go deeper.”

Your eyes go wide, as she gets up and goes to her desk. She begins digging in her bag.

“What are you doing?” you ask, trying to catch your breath.

“I said I had something for you, remember?”

“Mhmm…”

You can see she’s doing something behind her desk, but you just can’t pinpoint it. She steps out from behind the desk, revealing the strap hugging her robust figure. Your stomach literally drops, and you can feel your lungs expand against your ribcage. It was big. SHE was big.

“Is that made from-“

“Yes,” she cut you off. You chuckle.

“Don’t tell me you went all the way to Wakanda to make that,” you joke. Shuri laughs. “What does it do?”

Shuri walks over to you, and resumes her position on top of you. She grazes the tip of it in your slit, and you're already losing it.

“Wanna find out?”

You’re unresponsive as she circles your clit with her tip. You just can’t gather your thoughts together right now. You want her inside you.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she smirks. She takes your thighs, and opens you up. Your lips spread open, paving way to the dew spilling onto the sheets beneath you.

“You’re so wet, y/n. Such a good girl for me, hm?” She takes the tip and experimentally pushes it inside you, making sure you’re still comfortable. Your breathing hitches, as you mentally prepare yourself to handle her size. “Let me know if you want me to stop, nkosazana.”

“Don’t stop. Fuck me please,” you beg. She pushes into you gently but with clear pressure. You feel yourself open up to her, your pussy anchoring onto the girth inside you. You can feel it stroking your walls, each thrust pulsating your nerves. It was a challenge to grapple at first, your pussy adapting to something new. Shuri notices your slight struggle.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” you answer immediately. And you meant it. You could take her. You wanted her. You loved her.

“Keep going baby, I want to cum,” you moan. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

She begins to pick up the pace, your walls keeping up with her. You suddenly feel something new, a vibration stirring inside you. Your eyes shoot open in pleasure, and whatever moans you were holding back are now spilling out without apology.

“Is it…?”

“Is it vibrating? Yes it is, baby.” Oh she was mean. Clever…but mean. It was almost too much. The penetration and the vibration?? You were throbbing.

“Take this dick baby. You’re doing so well. So pretty.” She slams faster. Harder. You can tell she was still a bit frustrated with you from earlier, and she needed to ease herself. You were more than ok with that cuz you needed it too.

“Oh my god, yes Shuri. Yes baby. Don’t fucking stop,” you whine. She keeps going, picking up to a more rough pace, making your pussy squelch in pleasure. The pulsing vibrations of her size make your walls tremble through the bliss. You can feel it approaching.

“Fuck y/n, you’re so tight,” Shuri groans. She does the thing you love best, grabbing your throat and squeezing. Your face softens in pleasure and your jaw drops open as you look her in the eyes. “Yeah baby, just like that. Such a pretty little slut.”

You give her another whimpered moan, gripping the fabric beneath you as she hardens her grip around your throat.

“You missed me baby?” Shuri asks.

“Yes.”

“Then cum for me. Cum on this dick. Don’t hold back.”

That’s it. That’s all it takes. The penetration, the vibration, and Shuri’s dirty mouth send bolts through your veins. She pushes into your sore pussy hard, boning your sensitive spot. You surrender to the euphoric throb coursing through your pussy walls. Shuri doesn’t stop her heavy pace, purposefully fucking you through your orgasm and you almost can’t take it. Your back lifts off the bed, and you cannot stop moaning. It feels heavenly. Celestial.

“Shuri, Shuri, Shuri,” is all you can say. She does not stop thrusting. You don’t want her to stop.

“Give me another one, princess.” Is she insane? Probably, but so are you. “You owe me one after the stress you put me through, so take this dick again.”

She fucks you again. HARD. Each thrust sends you closer to heaven. You clutch onto her arms as your head dips back in overstimulation.

“You’re beautiful, you know that right?”

You physically cannot respond, your pulsating cunt won’t let you. Shuri chuckles, proud of the control she has on you. “Mhmm, that’s right, y/n. This is me keeping my promise to you. Cum on this dick, nkosazana. Remember it was me who did it.”

You reach your second of the night, and if this isn’t heaven then you don’t know what is. Your body goes stiff as every nerve contracts, especially the ones between your legs.

“I love you,” you finally say through orgasm.

“I love you more, nkosazana.”

Finally Shuri slows down as she breathes through the workout you just gave her. She pulls out, leaving a trail of your slick all over the sheets. Your body is limp as you try to collect yourself, but both your mind and body are still faraway. Shuri brings you up, pulling your body against hers as she cradles you.

“You did so well, my love. I’m so proud of you,” she says as she caresses your braids, planting kisses on the top of your head once more. She goes to the bathroom, and grabs a cloth to clean you up. She helps you put your clothes back on, hugging your curves and kissing you along the way. You are sore.

“Are you ok, y/n? I hope I didn’t hurt you,” she says with concern in her voice.

“No…no you didn’t. I needed that,” you reassure her. “I really, really needed that.”

Shuri smiles, taking your hands in hers as she massages your knuckles with her lips.

“Are you still mad at me?” you ask. She chuckles.

“Are you being for real?” she teases.

“Believe it or not, but I actually am being for real.”

She pauses, eyeing your beauty before bringing you into her chest. “Come here baby.” You press into her. You love her so much, you wanna live under her skin.

“I need you to listen to me y/n, and listen to me clearly.”

You look up at her, prepared to bask in every word she says.

“I love you, with every fiber of my being, I love you. But I also love my country, my family…”

Your heart grows warm.

“I’m a busy woman. I have things to do, stuff to build, pieces to design. I’m still Wakandan, nkosazana.”

“I know.”

“I’m being serious, y/n. You HAVE to be patient with me.”

“…I know.” She pushes the braids that fall on your face to the side, and smiles at how beautiful you are. She loves you.

“You’re so needy, you know that right?” she pesters, only half joking.

“I know.”

“I love you though.”

“I love you too.”

Neither of you went back home that night. You fall asleep in each other's arms, using each other's body heat for warmth. You know you’ll have to get up, and face the fact that Shuri will still be burdened with her Wakandan duties, but it was part of the deal. You don’t know who you are without her, and you never want to find out. You will stick by her side, and love her through it. Even when you miss her. ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

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