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In honor of my undying love for our scorching hot ship, here is a humble fic update 🖤💚
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This Is My Throat, As Defined By Her Reaching
Chapter Two: Retribution
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Rating: Explicit
Word Count: ~7.2k
Warnings: PWP, mentions of violence/blood, smut, oral sex, angst, light choking, bdsm, femdom, Domme!Shuri, (bratty)Sub!Namor, restraints
A/N: It’s been a long time… I shouldn’t have left you… without a dope beat to— ok, ok, all jokes aside, I am INCREDIBLY sorry that it has taken me so long to update. I planned to post this chapter months ago, and then my mental health and a bunch of other things just piled on top of me. But my love for these two has only grown, and I hope that this chapter will at least be worth the long wait. Thank you to everyone who read chapter one, and thank you to everyone who is still with me 💜 Please like, reblog, kudos, comment, and share; I appreciate it so so much! I love y’all!
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“You’re not as slick as you think,” Shuri mutters, still facing away from him.
Namor can practically hear her eyes rolling, and he can’t help but breathe out a low chuckle. “I never can fool my Queen, can I?”
“And yet you still try.”
“I enjoy a challenge.”
“Clearly.”
The annoyance bleeding through her clipped tone reignites the simmering hunger in his belly. Before she can protest, he reaches out, slides his right hand across her silken, bare skin to hook around her waist. A muffled squeal sounds in the back of her throat when he drags her toward him. It’s unbearably endearing.
“What gave me away?” he murmurs in her ear.
A shudder rolls through her slender frame, and he reflexively tightens his hold around her. “Your breathing,” Shuri whispers, her own breath stuttering at the roughness of his fingers. “I heard it change the second I walked through the door.”
“If you knew I was only pretending to sleep,” he rumbles, teeth grazing the soft flesh of her earlobe, “why didn’t you say anything?”
Shuri hums, and she finally turns her head to face him. The sly curve of her mouth as she flits her gaze down the length of his body threatens to stop his heart in its tracks. He’s almost forgotten his hushed question when she meets his eyes again and parts her full lips.
“Because I like toying with you,” she whispers.
