guys i actually beg of you to not let palestine become an unpleasant flashback, a transient tumblr trend, a hasbeen subject that just faded away. as an arab—and specifically iraqi—girl, i know what it feels like to have family displaced all over the world as a result of western imperialism. i know what it feels like to not be able to step foot into your homeland because it’s no longer safe. as an american iraqi, raised in the us and insulated from my roots, it wasn’t until last summer that i was able to visit iraq for the first time, and even then my family was worried for my safety—in my own blood country. although nothing like what palestinians are experiencing right now, it might be the tiniest semblance of what it feels like to watch your country disintegrate in front of you.
and this is a universal arab experience. i volunteer weekly at a refugee center that serves middle eastern refugees, and every day i see the longing in their eyes when they speak of where they hail from. it’s safe to say that we will be getting a wave of palestinian refugees very soon: just another generation of arabs who can’t inhabit their own country.
arab culture is so rich, so profound, so beautiful. i am tired of being told by the world—through literal genocide—that it doesn’t mean anything. please never let this be forgotten. free palestine. free palestine. free palestine.
Summary: you and shuri have a unique romantic history—the two of you have been bonded by an “arrangement”, but it’s been a good while since you’ve seen each other last. What happens when a routine drunk call + rescue reveals that it is no longer just the two of you.
Content includes: mentions of drugs and alcohol, swearing, semi-offensive insults.
Translations:
nkosazana- princess
umhle nkosazana yam- you look beautiful, my princess
Author’s note: ahh! Baby’s first fic! I am extremely nervous posting this, but i’m equally just as excited. I wanna say thank you to my baby boo @prettymrswright for all of her help and encouragement throughout the process. my tummy is achinggg (anxious girlies stand up!) but i cannot wait to hear what you guys think! thank ya’ll in advance for reading <3
Tagging some of my favsss: @prettymrswright @sapphicvqmpires @kisskourt @inmyheadimobsessed @pvnks0ul @vampzxi @quintessencewrites
Shuri took a deep breath, bracing herself for the chaos awaiting her just behind the heavy doors of the mansion. She could feel the music up through her arm as she pushed through the barrier.
She stepped inside and took in her surroundings. Glitter covered the marble floors, shimmering beneath the beams of light coming from one of the many disco balls hanging down from the high ceilings. A neon ‘Studio 54’ sign was mounted on the wall surrounded by vintage photographs and abstract art pieces.
To the left was a dimly-lit lounge with large, plush earth-toned couches and loveseats. People dressed in rhinestone covered jumpsuits and bell bottoms were socializing throughout the space, some smoking or sitting at the bar with decorated martini glasses.
The young royal ventured down a dark hallway to the right of her, following the sound of music emitting from the commodious ballroom. Colorful rays of light bounced off the walls and beneath Siri’s black boots, multi-colored tiles danced around to the beat.
The queen stood out amongst the sea of metallic gogo boots and fringe. Her slender frame was concealed beneath a black, oversized blazer and perfectly tailored pants to match. Her wandering eyes hid behind her favorite pair of black shades.
Shuri did her best to avoid getting sandwiched between a couple of inebriated bodies thrashing around her. She swiveled her head, attempting to locate you amongst the crowd until finally spotting you.
You were tucked away in a roped off section, attention focused on someone sitting dangerously close to you in the conversation pit. In the center sat a glass table, littered with empty liquor bottles, ashtrays, and assorted sizes of plastic bags. Your smooth, rich skin was covered in a sheer, floor length gown. Diamonds cascaded in detailed patterns across the fabric and tufts of feathers decorated the sleeves and hem, sweeping the silver open-toed platform heels on your feet. Your fresh braids lay parted down the center, hanging down to your lower back. You looked opulent and sexy in the iconic gown. The shimmer on your eyelids and glossy lips catching the light.
You sat with your legs crossed, one arm stretched out beside you and the other resting on your thigh while you sat back engaged in a conversation with a girl in a beaded mini dress. You watched her lips as she chatted about..stuff.
Your liquor induced arousal was immediately redirected once you caught sight of the slim figure looming behind the stranger.
“I hate to cut you off baby, but my ride is here.”
You eyed Shuri from head to toe, lingering on the bit of exposed chest behind her blazer. You leaned forward to plant a quick kiss on the girl's left cheek before standing to take Shuri’s awaiting hand.
She pressed her palm against the small of your back, steadying you.
“You okay to walk, nkosazana?”
You looked to Shuri with big, pleading eyes and she took the hint. She wrapped one of your arms around the back of her neck and scooped you up into her arms bridal style.
The two of you made your way back to the entrance. You were highly intoxicated and giggling in Shuri’s hold, your head pressed against her chest. You caught a whiff of her signature scent, the mix of sweetness and musk that you recognized as Tom Ford Vanille Fatale. You bought it for her a while back and it had been her favorite ever since.
Meanwhile, Shuri was playing it cool, trying not to make it obvious how happy she was to have you this close again. She cracked a smile at how easily tickled you became at her praise.
Although the noise level had significantly quieted down, Shuri whispered into you again.
“You look beautiful, my love.”
Another giggle escaped you and it was music to Shuri’s ears.
“Thank you, shuri bear”
“I thought I told you to stop calling me that, y/n” Shuri huffed before letting you down, her still wrapped around you until the swaying ceased.
“Oh, by the way, this is Riri.”
Shuri softly tapped on the tinted window, prompting the stranger to roll it down.
Riri sat stone-faced and unamused. Her sharp jaw clenched in annoyance before she threw an uninterested two finger wave your way. She still had not looked in your direction, but your gaze locked in on her. She sat slouched in the front seat of Shuri’s Maserati Quattroporte, wearing a baggy denim jacket over a tight fitting white crop top with matching baggy jeans.
Your attention focused on the neat star design braided into the side of her head and the joint tucked behind her ear.
Even drunk, you could sense that she didn’t like you. Or at least she didn’t care much for you. She didn’t even know you, how could she not like you?
“You good, Cher?”
Riri’s low voice pulled you from your thoughts and you tightened up immediately, flipping your braids back and straightening out your dress. You wouldn’t let her see you sweat, but can admit you were impressed she caught the reference. You threw on a fake smile before bending down to reach her level.
‘You’re in my seat, Riri—“
Before she could respond Shuri snatched you away from the window.
“Hey watch the dress!” You shouted.
Shuri pulled you around to the driver’s side pushing you up against the side of the car. You yanked your arm out of her grip.
“The fuck was that for?”
Shuri stepped closer to you, the front of her body touching yours.
“Riri is my girlfriend, she’s not riding in the back.”
You stared blankly at Shuri as your thoughts began to race again.
Girlfriend? When did this happen? How did this happen?
It seemed Shuri could read your mind.
“We can talk about this later. Just sit in the back and be good for me, please? Riri likes to fight.”
Shuri opened the back door, helping you inside. She was about to close the door, but stopped to pop her head back inside the vehicle, taking your chin between her thumb and index finger.
“Play nice” she whispered
Your eyes followed Shuri as she hopped back into the front seat. The engine purred to life and the three of you were off.
You stared out the window at the star lit sky, watching the lavish residence disappear from view, thinking back to the last time you had seen Shuri.
Four months ago the two of you were inseparable. Showing up to parties together, showering each other with gifts, sneaking away to private islands. It may have seemed extravagant to others, but it was a lifestyle the two of you were accustomed to.
You enjoyed your time together, but both parties especially enjoyed the freedom that came with not committing.
It was no secret that you and Shuri had undeniable chemistry. She would do anything for you, go anywhere with you.
The reason you weren’t in Riri’s position was because you didn’t need to be. Girlfriend or not, Shuri was never really out of reach. Your history ran deep and you had been through a lot together. Somewhere down the line, friends became more and things became romantic.
You both saw other people, nothing serious. Shuri usually had a few girls on rotation. It didn’t really bother you because she would abandon whomever she was using to occupy her time with to be with you.
It was one of the things you loved most about her. She was kind and attentive, kept you in check, never let you get lazy or unfocused.
On top of that she really knew how to f—
“-uck is she back there daydreaming about?” Riri snapped.
“She does that a lot” Shuri laughed.
“You wanna hit this or not? Don’t got all night.”
Riri held the lit joint between her fingers, pointing it in your direction.
“Thanks.” You replied dryly
You took it from her, then began to examine the bubblegum pink rolling paper.
“You roll this, Riri?”
“Yeah. Problem?”
You didn’t miss the small smirk that crept upon her face as she awaited your response.
“You used my rolling papers.” You stated matter-of-factly.
Your voice came out more shrill than you intended.
Shuri cut her eyes to you through the rear view mirror. It was a look you had come to learn was a silent warning.
“You left them behind the last time you were over, nkosazana”
You looked back over to Riri, who had now cracked a full blown smile. She watched in amusement as you took a long drag, letting the smoke fill your lungs.
You blew a path directly at her with the remaining smoke, letting it drift around her chiseled face and creating the illusion of her sitting among the clouds.
Her gaze had yet to leave yours. She was studying you: the way your nose scrunched up in annoyance, how your plump lips seemed to always sit in a permanent pout, and fixating on the way your chest increasingly rose and fell.
Maybe it was the weed or maybe it was the fact that Riri was stunning. Her eyes were intense as they bore into you, it made you nervous. It also made you extremely horny.
The car finally rolled into Shuri’s garage. And although you felt a suffocating heaviness in the vehicle, neither you nor Riri moved. You both knew better than to touch your own door handle.
Shuri went for your door first. You stepped out and pushed right past her, leaving no room for conversation. The clicking of your heels echoed throughout the vast garage as you stormed off, hips swaying beneath your dress.
The couple silently watched your figure stride past the rows of parked vehicles and vanish behind the door, making your way inside the house.
Shuri sighed deeply, carefully contemplating her next move. She grabbed Riri’s hands and kissed her knuckles before guiding her inside.
Inside, you made a b-line straight for the kitchen. You swung open one of the cabinets just above your head, snatching a wine glass from inside before slamming it shut.
Shuri was leaned up against the wall, right next to the small space that housed her impressive wine collection. Her eyes traveled down to the glass in your hand and she rolled her eyes, turning to grab the handle.
She disappeared inside, a look of contemplation on her face as she scanned the rows of bottles. Finally, she reached for a 1973 Chateau Montelena Chardonnay. She sauntered toward you, sending you a cryptic smile before heading right for the same cabinet you were just abusing.
In her hand she held two more wine glasses.
“I taught you better than that, y/n.” She teased.
Shuri made her way into the living room and you followed behind.
Riri sat alone on one of the couches, her hand rested over her face.
Shuri stood before you two, looking as beautiful as ever, oozing with charm and sex appeal. She set two of the glasses down, prompting you to add yours to the mix. You jumped at the ‘pop’ of the cork, anxious to have the glass back in your grasp.
“I think we should play a game, get to know each other a little better.” Her accent was thick, but it was no match for the tension in the air.
“And why would we do that?” You questioned.
The last thing you were interested in doing was learning anything about Riri. You felt you had gathered enough information about her from the ride to Shuri’s place: her name and the fact that she has a nasty attitude. Which is rich coming from you.
“Because, princess,” Shuri paused as she filled each glass. “If I’m going to keep both of you in my life, I want you two to bond, learn to get along.” She passed one to Riri, then you, before picking up the last for herself.
Before she could take a sip, her kimoyo beads hummed to life, signaling that someone was trying to contact her.
“I’ll be right back” was all she said before rushing out of the room.
Silence once again fell upon the house. You sipping from your glass, Riri staring you down from across the room. She was the first to speak up.
“So, what escort service did she find your ass from?”
You choked on your drink, appalled at the accusation.
“What the fuck did you just say to me, Keebler elf?”
You were trying to keep your voices down, afraid Shuri would hear from wherever she ran off to.
Riri stood up from her seat, coming face to face with you.
“There’s no way someone would be desperate enough to cling onto someone with a whole ass girlfriend the way that you do without getting paid for it.”
You stood your ground, pushing your upper body up to meet Riri halfway, mere inches away from her face.
“And you’d have to be one dumb bitch to think that title has any meaning.”
“Y/N!”
Before you could register the end of that exchange, Shuri grabbed you up for the second time that night, dragging you down the corridor and into a guest room. She slammed the door behind her, shoulders raising and dropping as she breathed heavily.
Stupidly, you opened your mouth to defend yourself.
“Shuri, that’s not fair, she was being awful to me—“
“I do not care! That is my partner, you do not speak to her like that. You disrespect her, you disrespect me. You’re lucky she even allowed you to step foot in our home!”
Our home. Your throat tightened at the sound. You were starting to feel sick.
“I should have told you earlier, I’m sorry.”
Shuri kneeled in front of you, taking your hands into hers.
“I met Riri a while back, when I went on that trip to Massachusetts.”
“That was six months ago.” You were trying to keep up with the timeline of events that Shuri was explaining to you.
“Yes. We kept in touch, nothing serious.” She peered up at you, waiting for your reaction.
“Go on.”
She cleared her throat before continuing.
“Of course you know, I got this place here in New York to be closer to you. But then I had to return home for a while.”
Things were starting to add up. You remembered having to say goodbye to Shuri, how much you had missed her over the last 4 months.
“Riri came to help me in the lab and we grew to enjoy each other's company. Not in the way that I’m used to, this was real. We made things official and when all the chaos settled, I asked her to return to the city with me.”
You were speechless for a moment, taking in Shuri’s words. You didn’t find yourself being angry, you had no right. The two of you were never exclusive and until a few weeks ago, you didn’t even entertain the thought of it. It had never bothered you that Shuri preferred an open relationship, but hearing that she was serious about Riri struck you to your core.
“Does she know?” You whispered.
“About us?” You nodded in response.
“Yes, I told her up front. My love for you never ceases. No matter who I am with, no matter where I go. You may not have chosen me, my love, but I will always choose you.”
Classic Shuri, girl always had a way with words.
“So how does this work?”
“Riri doesn't care for monogamy, that is how this even works in the first place. We’ll have to set some boundaries, of course, but I believe that we can figure this out. You just have to trust me, okay?”
It was a lot to consider. To say that you and Riri were at odds was an understatement, and establishing mutual tolerance would take some work. But you saw how much this meant to Shuri.
“I missed you, Shuri” you said honestly. Fatigue began to overcome you, and Shuri knew she didn’t have much longer to converse with you.
You laid back onto the bed while Shuri removed your heels. She covered you with a blanket and bent down towards your face. Your eyelids grew heavier with each passing second.
“We’ll talk some more in the morning. Get some rest now. Did I already tell you how beautiful you look?”
“Yeah, but you can tell me again.”
A big smile broke across Shuri’s face. She placed soft kisses on your cheeks, one after another, and lingered as she made contact with your forehead.
“umhle nkosazana yam”
It was the last thing you heard before sleep carried you off.
this work is nsfw(!!) nd is not intended for anyone below the age of 18. mdni
a/n: painfully late, this week was 🫠 but u know i love a good hurt/comfort 🫦
word count: 1.7k+
˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
come back 2 me, sthandwa sam
riri stares at the words projected on her helmet’s screen as her vision swims and gradually fades to black, the voice of the message’s author asking (frantically) for a status report she’s currently unable to give.
they’re shuri’s words, the same ones she sends to her on every mission. riri knows though, that this isn’t at all shuri wants to say. she can feel the unspoken words with deafening clarity in how shuri behaves when riri is gearing up for a mission. in how she double, triple-checks every single blueprint and mission detail. her eyes are the loudest, almost deafening in their imploring,
please, don’t go, stay here with me
i can’t lose you too
but she never says them out loud. never gives voice to the truth that she would rather keep riri wrapped up in her forever, safe in the lab and far, far away from any inkling of danger. she never says them because she understands, just as riri does, that what they do isn’t a choice. she can’t choose to not rise up when Ironheart is called, just as shuri can’t turn her back on her own mantle.
so, instead they make each other a promise instead, a reminder if you will
come back to me , says one
i will, replies the other
except this time, riri doesn’t reply. she can’t.
˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
riri blinks to awareness and realizes she’s surrounded by activity. she’s laying on a bed in the Medical Bay, and the flurry around her is the doctors performing tests. she’s being poked, prodded and above her is a hologram displaying most of her vitals. everything seems to be fine, minus the fact that she passed out while hurtling through the sky that is.
how she’s still alive is a mystery but she pushes that thought aside as she makes out shuri’s voice through the buzz around her. she speaks of vitals and brain activity and time frames while riri can feel her fingers drifting across her face in gentle sweeps. she’d know those hands anywhere, warm and elegant.
her fingers brush across riri’s cheekbone, right along what riri strongly suspects is a blooming bruise.
“baby,” shuri whispers. quiet enough that no one but riri hears her.
riri’s eyes snap up to see shuri’s face scrunching, like she doesn't understand an equation, and her eyes peel off the hologram, searching.
a sudden shift behind her gaze, a deep inhale.
you came back to me
her brows jump. she freezes like t’challa, as her mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
one of the doctors senses that shuri is too overwhelmed to speak so they take over. they smile, and offer medical details that slip through riri’s mind like sand, and all the while shuri stands to the side, watching, waiting. like she’s still processing the fact that riri is alive and mostly well.
shuri's watching her with some slow-dawning idea, and then she's pushing off the wall, coming to whisper in the ear of the doctor that had been explaining the complications in riri’s mission and how lucky she is to have avoided brain trauma. they stop mid-sentence, turn to depart and motion for the other medical personnel to exit as well, leaving the two women alone.
riri sits up, anxious in a way she can’t explain. she wants to reassure shuri that she’s fine, that everything’s okay. she wants to wipe that foreign, frozen look off her face forever, but she can barely get a word out before shuri descends on her.
shuri’s lips are warm, and strong. she presses her back against the arm of the bed. riri moans into her mouth when her hand finds her breast.
she gasps, pulling back from her and looking into her eyes. "shuri"
shuri stares down at her, panting, coming back to herself. "I… Riri… you never responded.. I- I thought-" she blinks, and starts to back up. "we shouldn't be— you were literally just unconscious"
riri grabs her neck, pulling her back. shuri kisses her soundly, moving her lips in ways riri was yet to experience. she pulls her camisole up, and over her head. riri hadn’t even noticed that she’s been stripped of her suit, and is only in the tactical gear she wore beneath. shuri starts sucking at her skin as she makes the connection, successfully diverting her attention.
“I need you,” shuri murmurs, and kisses her on the mouth again.
riri gasps as she kicks her knees apart and steps inside. her tongue sweeps inside her mouth as her hands cup her cheeks. angling her head, she tries to keep up with the Panther but finds herself just holding on for dear life instead.
shuri’s hands drift down from her jaw to her collarbones, and then slide to the tops of her breasts. her thumbs drag over her nipples, and riri groans against her mouth.
shuri fills her palms with her breasts, cupping and squeezing. riri lets the pleasure overtake her as small sounds escape from her throat. shuri moves her mouth to her neck again, sucking bruises into her skin.
“oh, shuri,” she moans, as both of her thumbs are flicking her nipples, “oh…”
one of shuri’s hands drops down to her bottoms, and she whispers against her neck, “can I?”
riri nods, dropping her head back so she can continue kissing her neck. with one hand on her breast, pinching her nipple softly, and one hand sliding directly into her underwear, shuri latches her mouth onto her pulse again. riri lets out a low moan, and suddenly remembers the other doctors who probably aren’t too far away.
“do you want them to hear us, riri?” shuri rasps against her ear. “would you love that?”
riri bites her lip, trying to keep from making another sound as her fingers slide between her folds.
“they’ve already seen me have several panic attacks today over you. they already know what you mean to me. do you also want them to know how wet you are for me?”
riri grips her shoulders, holding her breath as she finds her clit expertly. “shuri—”
“you’ll have to be quiet as I make you come apart, baby. and I know you’re not…”
riri gasps, there’s an almost raw desperation to shuri’s movements.
“i don’t know what i would do if i ever lost you, my love. if you never came back to me”
shuri pulls back and forces her to meet her eyes. her fingers circle her clit roughly, and riri feels herself tightening, spinning closer and closer.
“i—i’m—”
shuri slips her fingers down, and slides one—then two inside of her. her eyes roll back.
“come on my fingers, riri. let them hear it.”
riri slaps her hand over her mouth and squeezes her lips shut. and just as the spasms start, shuri rips her hand away, forcing the sound from her.
she gasps and groans, holding tightly to her release as shuri drags it out of her. and just as she’s catching her breath she kisses her until she loses it again.
both of shuri’s hands are still on her waist, her thumbs brushing across her belly as her lips move over riri’s until she’s lazy with it all.
riri’s fingertips trail down until they rest on the opening of her trousers. she should ask her to take her to their room. she should listen to see if anyone else is aware of them. she should, at the very least, try to be quieter.
instead she tugs at shuri’s zipper, sliding it down with a sharp click. shuri sighs into her mouth, something low and needy. then one of her hands slides back up to her breast, rubbing slow soothing circles around the tight bud of her nipple. riri feels each pass like an electric shock directly to her clit.
riri reaches into her lover’s trousers, and her toes curl at the wetness she feels. shuri is hot and slick beneath her, and her mouth waters at the thought.
“shuri…please.”
shuri brushes her hands away, tugging her bottoms over her hips, down her legs, and off. then she fully lifts her, and places her closer to the edge of the bed. cold air hits her cunt as she pushes her knees wide.
“lay back”
riri wants to argue. she wants to touch shuri as well, confirm for herself that she’s there, that she’s real.
“i need this,” shuri whispers, and then her mouth presses forward and she kisses her cunt.
riri slaps her hands over her mouth, muffling her surprised gasp. shuri grabs her right ankle and brings her foot up, opening her up. when she does the same with her left, she gives in and lays back.
“i want to see you drip on this bed” she mumbles against her thigh. “i want to come back and smell you here tomorrow.”
riri squeezes her eyes shut, unable to process the filthy things she’s saying. shuri has such a dirty mouth when lust consumes her. she bites down on her palm as the Queen leans forward and laps at her. a satisfied moan vibrates from shuri’s lips to her clit, and she knows this won’t take long.
“baby, please don’t tease”
her tongue starts exploring her, dragging long, slow licks from her entrance to her clit. her palms press her thighs fully open, and riri has to arch her low back to get where shuri wants her.
“that’s it, sthandwa,” she says, voice dark “let me taste it.”
riri’s heels lift as she rubs one finger around her entrance, circles upon circles, until she knows she’s dripping, just like shuri wanted her to. her lips press small kisses to her clit, applying barely any pressure, but just enough of a reminder.
her thighs are slick and her muscles tight. “shuri, i need more. please.”
riri’s taste is incredible. something shuri can dine on forever. she lets her tongue swipe through her over and over, barely touching her clit. her hips start moving, and she holds them down. her tongue dips low and presses inside of her, and she lets out a deep sigh, curling her knee up to her ear.
shuri presses her lips to her clit, kissing and licking. riri gasps on high notes and takes shaking quick breaths until finally her lips close and she sucks until her lover screams. riri’s hips jerk against her face, orgasm washing over her, and her hands tear at her hair. shuri sucks at her clit until she finally starts to push her off of her. the Black Panther stands up, staring down at her handiwork.
“mine,” she whispers, stroking riri’s cheekbone again.
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Riri wakes up to Shuri’s tattooed finger running soothing patterns along the plane of her shoulder. Riri is barely awake but the first thing that she feels is Shuri’s slightly chapped lips against her temple. She doesn’t know what feels better, the gentle sunlight beginning to stream into the room or the warmth radiating off of Shuri’s lean body.
Shuri’s never been a light sleeper, but for some reason, she couldn’t stay asleep for as long as she’d like. Not when the woman that means everything to her is beneath her. Not when anything could happen to her. If life has taught the Royal anything, it’s that life can be taken as soon as it’s given.
But Riri is everything. She’s the calm at the end of a storm. She’s light at the end of the tunnel. She’s Shuri’s peace. On cue, She feels Riri press closer into her, snuggling so their skin is as close as possible.
“D’you sleep at all?” Riri sighs, her voice raspy as Shuri’s fingers brush over her wispy baby hairs.
“I did, my love. Go back to sleep, yeah?” The soft timbre in Shuri’s voice is all it takes for the woman next to her to nearly be soothed back to sleep. But Shuri doesn’t feel her breathing slow, instead she hears her quiet voice sound again.
“I can’t sleep if you aren’t,” Riri sighs, her mouth making huffs in every word against Shuri’s’s collarbone.
“You’ve been sleeping soundly, and I’m usually awake by this time anyway…don’t let me disrupt you.” Shuri reminds her, her hand moving lower so her fingers can rub at the dip in Riri’s spine. She expects Riri to go slack and for her to finally go back to sleep of course, instead she receives another response.
“You need to sleep. I know you don’t often. But if you’re gonna be here with me I need you to try ‘cause I know all you do is work at home.” She murmurs. Her voice is laced with drowsiness and sleep, something that the Royal misses. She misses being able to fall asleep so easily, for her mind to be at rest. It’s a luxury that she took for granted back then.
But then she looks at Riri, and she thinks about how easily sleep comes to her even on her worst days. It reminds her of how easy it’s become to fall in love with her. So for Rianna Williams, She’d do anything even something that seems as easy as sleep.
She does exactly that, softly closing her eyes and taking deep breaths in. She hears her heartbeat and it’s much louder than usual which she assumes is due to the herb’s effect. But then she realizes it’s because her own and Riri’s have matched at the same tempo.
I’m personally shocked that I’ve been able to consistently upload so far.
a/n: i quite literally wrote this instead of sleeping, shuriri week has me in a chokehold i luv my grls 👩🏾❤️💋👩🏾
word count: 250
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"and then she tried to tell me my most favorable match would be a libra. ha, as if!”
shuri scoffed as she recounted the details of the tarot reading she’d had earlier in the day.
“when has a libra ever offered anything but heartbreak and flightiness?, ”she continued
riri hummed in response, only half listening as her mind (un)helpfully replayed the only response she actually wanted to give shuri
i’m your perfect match
instead she said, “i didn’t know you were this into astrology”
“oh i don’t play about the stars, astra inclinant sed non obligant (the stars incline us, they do not bind us). i might be a scientist but I do believe i’m guided by fates much bigger than myself.”
riri remained silent as she collected a new facet of shuri. she’d been doing that a lot lately - observing, cataloguing, imbibing parts of the other girl in the way one learns everything about a topic/subject matter they find themselves consumed by. shuri consumed her every thought, she wanted to study her forever, she wanted-
“besides, i already know my perfect match is an aries,” shuri said smirking, turning to face riri head on.
“oh... im an aries,” riri said without thinking, the force of shuri’s attention shattering any brain-mouth filter she normally possessed
a beat
“i know” shuri replied, smirk still firmly planted on her face and eyes glittering fondly
riri was consumed by her
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endnotes: no libras were harmed in the making of this. some sources say riri was born march 17th so im running with it. shoutout to the shuririweek creators nd every1 participating !! 💋
Shuri doesn't hear the humming at first. She's too frustrated.
She isn't Queen, nor is she the heir anymore, but the Elders hold her hostage in meetings and at inane ceremonies for hours as if she still were. It grinds at her skin like sandpaper.
Especially because Shuri knows why they do it. They care. They've watched Shuri grow from a glimmer in her mother's eye to a white-draped shadow by her casket. The elders care for her, Shuri knows this. But that doesn't make the overbearing attitudes any less irritating.
Today's latest antics had involved them - particularly Elder M'Kathu - insisting that every member of the council attend the Prayer of the Hymned Beetle. Shuri had wanted to throw her chair out the window with herself inside.
That biannual prayer had started in the river tribe as a joke ceremony. It was just an excuse for people to be off from work and drink themselves to incompetence.
It had never been taken seriously, that is, until Elder M'Kathu got it into his head that Shuri singing the Hymned Beetle's lament would somehow make her happier.
HA!
By the time Shuri escapes (just barely) and returns home, she's still wallowing in incredulous anger. She doesn't hear the humming, but when she yanks the bedroom door open she definitely sees the dancing.
Riri, as usual, is beautiful. And she's even more so as the golden silks she currently wears make her glitter in the setting sun.
Positioned in the center of the small garden's inner courtyard, Riri's prayer forms are uncertain. Sometimes her knees don't bend all the way they're supposed to. And at one point her arm doesn't extend to the full ninety degree angle the instructions scrolls describe.
But that doesn't matter because of why her beautiful talented dedicated genius girlfriend is praying. Or rather, to whom.
Shuri knows the prayer that slips low and careful from Riri's lips. She knows every note and syllable. It is her mother's funeral hymn. The Honor of Ramonda's is a celebration of her mother's birth and life, and a bitter bemoan of her death. There's a promise there at the end, humming with a grief that Shuri knows in her heart will last all her life.
She had poured her soul into creating a prayer dedicated to her mother. When Riri sings it, Shuri almost wants to cry.
It's beautiful. Her girlfriend is beautiful. Her girlfriend singing the prayer is beautiful.
Shuri moves forward, past the door where she's stopped in her tracks, and stops only a foot away. Riri's robes swirl around her, a red whirlpool of gauze that stops short when Shuri comes into sight.
Riri watches Shuri with wide eyes, lips parted to express her surprise.
"Your form is all wrong," Shuri says and then wants to shove a fist in her mouth. Damnit.
Riri puts her hands on her hips and laughs, her blouse rising up at the movement. "How are you this awkward?" The skin of Riri's stomach peaks out. Shuri stares. The blessed oils make the skin glisten. Shuri bets if she steps closer she could smell the spiced lotuses.
"I'm not being awkward." It's a distracted mumble instead of the annoyed tut she intended but Shuri can't bring herself to care. She wants to lick Riri.
Riri narrows her eyes, crosses her arms under her breath, and gives a fox like grin when Shuri licks her lips. "Oh, you not?'" she laughs again. "Then what would you call it?"
Shuri pouts. "Giving constructive criticism, of course".
"Criticism." Riri says the word slowly as if tasting the letters. "I think I've heard of that before but I'm not real familiar. Why don't you stop hovering over there and come show me."
It sounds like an invitation to fight or fuck. Shuri is willing to do either or both of it means she can touch her girlfriend. But-
Shuri shakes her head and moves back towards the threshold. "I want to let you finish though."
"I thought my form was shit?" Riri raises an eyebrow.
"It was, but that doesn't mean I don't want to see you pray." Shuri's words are a lovesick trill.
Riri snorts but presses a hand against her own cheek like she does when she's trying to stop blushing "Nah, see, now my feelings hurt. It was supposed to be a surprise but I don't even want to do it anymore."
"Ok, I apologize. I take it back. Finish the prayer."
Riri hums, rocks back and forth from heel to toe, and then reaches for the towel on the stone bench behind her. Shuri flails.
You've completely mesmerized me and I want to watch you dance forever," She almost gets on her knees. "Please please please finish."
Riri clucks her tongue, watching Shuri with a sly smile as she backs away. "Naaaah, I lost the motivation. Maybe I'll go hire an instructor instead."
Shuri huffs, rushes forward, and catches Riri around the waist. It startles a laugh out of Riri and Shuri huffs again. "Don't go. I'll help you. We'll pray to my mother together. Just, please, dance for me." She makes her voice as soft as her heart feels.
Riri cups Shuri's cheeks, rubbing a thumb under her eye and kissing her. It's a light brush against the lips really, but it's enough to send Shuri's heart into a frenzy in her chest.
"If you're so desperate," Riri says, her voice is sultry, smile teasing, "then I guess I'll entertain you a bit."
"Yes. I am very desperate." Shuri nods firmly.
Riri wiggles out of her hold with a groan. "Don't do that. I feel guilty for being mean when you get all earnest and shit."
"I like to when you're mean to me though."
Riri groans again and throws the towel she'd dropped at Shuri's head. "Shut up and help me already." Her plush lips form a pout around the words.
Shuri laughs and catches the towel. "Anything you want my love."
"Uggggggggh. Please stop!"
a/n: this is rushed as shit and mostly unedited. but, ya know, fuck it. i really wanted to participate in shuririweek at least one day so here it is!
Shuri/ Riri Williams | Shuri / Namor [unrequited]
tags: [alternative universe] [arranged marriage] [confessions] [angst][wake up and break up]
Shuri agreed to her arranged marriage never once dreaming of love.
Now she can only hope that it burns her.
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SHURIRIWEEK2024 - day two - "angst" - prompt: confessions
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Shuri breathed in, face firmly pressed against the cold sheets. One eye still closed, the other trained on the dark shine of her phone.
A moment--then her alarm went off.
6:30 AM
Shuri groaned, letting her mind drift for a moment before she sat up. She slid into her slippers without further theatrics.
Today began like any other day, but last night still clung to her sleep-addled mind.
Shuri always prided herself for her control. It’s why she entered her arranged marriage. Her family needed the connection to ease tensions, but no one wished to tie themselves to a strange, outsider.
Elders loved to boast about upholding tradition, yet were still wary of such an arrangement. No one wanted to forfeit the throne, nor part with their dreams of love.
Shuri had no such dreams. She stepped up easily--taking the weight from her brother.
No one forced her into it. She was fine with it all as long as she could continue her work in peace.
She controlled the negotiation terms, her public image, their private boundaries. Their marriage was friendly, in the same way you respect a colleague or colleague’s friend. She had offered to let him step outside of the marriage for physical fulfillment, but he refused.
Shuri had followed suit out of respect for the arrangement. She had never been tempted before. Until last night, that is. Shuri was at a loss thinking about it.
Shuri was at a loss thinking about her.
She had worked alongside the American scientist for weeks now. Riri had joined their labs as a part of Wakanda’s newest outreach programs. Shuri hand-picked the candidates herself.
Riri didn’t submit her application on time, but still found a way to get into their systems and submit it before morning. Naturally, Shuri noticed the intrusion immediately, but she was impressed. High skill and equally high audacity were hard to find nowadays.
The problem was that once Shuri noticed Riri, she couldn’t look away. She had an easy confidence, bright at the edges. Her voice was loud, laugh easily carrying across the lab. But she had rough hands, and a stern, level gaze that spoke to how hard she fought to be looked at, to be heard.
Shuri never wanted to look away.
She wanted Riri to look her way.
That night was no different. Riri’s locs were gathered into a high bun, revealing the soft dip of her nape and the beauty marks dotting her skin. Every-so-often she’d sit up from her crouched position, letting out soft sighs as she stretched.
Shuri watched, not thinking. She was on her third coffee at that point. She had ignored at least three calls from her husband. It was shitty, but she was in a mood and didn’t want him to get caught up in it. Something wasn’t right with this morning’s report on the newest trial run, but she couldn’t figure it out.
After hearing Shuri grumble over the report for the past hour, Riri had gotten up to take a look at it. Shuri handed it over, glad for the help and the company. Riri’s hand briefly brushed against her own, warm.
Shuri wasn’t thinking.
She leaned down, chasing the warmth.
Kissing her was easy in a way Shuri never thought was possible. Catching Riri’s sighs with her mouth. Fingers dragging across her nape and down the column of her throat, lips then teeth following.
It was over as fast as it began.
Riri pulled away, hand covering her mouth as she stared back at Shuri. She looked horrified, “You’re…married,” she croaked, still breathless.
Shuri blinked, confused, then remembering, “Oh,” she tried to gather her thoughts, “It’s…arranged, it isn’t…” she tried to explain. It isn’t like this. The marriage didn’t mean much beyond paper. Shuri’s husband was friendly enough, but he isn’t like Riri.
But those feelings were jumbled, frozen on Shuri's tongue. Riri’s face only soured, the once bright expression cold all at once, turning Shuri’s stomach.
“But he wouldn’t like it,” Riri shook her head, turning to pick up the now scattered pages of the report, “I’ve seen the way he watches you. I know how the world watches the both of you--they love you,”
“But I…” Shuri couldn’t think. Still reeling at the thought--He loves her?
“You may not love him,” Riri continued, brows furrowed, “But he does love you and that’s your husband, “ she quickly finished gathering the papers, “I’m not interested in being a third--or a fling--or a home-wrecker--” she was a storm of frantic energy, her voice pitching, as she shoved the report into a file and towards Shuri.
Shuri fumbled after her, discarding the report, “Riri wait--you wouldn’t--”
“What would I be then--?” Riri snapped, lips pulled into a thin line, “A friend? A fuck-buddy? The girlfriend you see on weekends? I want all of you Shuri, you want--”
Shuri reached towards her.
“--I’m not even sure you know what you want,” Riri pulled away, not letting her touch, “I’m not preaching and telling you how to live your life, but I can’t live like that too,”
Riri wouldn’t look at Shuri. Shuri wanted her to look, to touch, to burn her.
Riri wouldn't dare.
She submitted her resignation letter that same night.
Shuri gripped her sheets, terribly cold.
She had a fine life. She married a man who respected her well enough. Apparently he loves her, but he hasn’t asked her to do the same. She can do as she wants, work as much as she wants.
Shuri’s life was fine. Her sheets were cold. Her bedroom, cold. Her slippers, her lab, her home--all cold, cold, cold. She never minded before, but now?
Shuri was utterly repulsed.
The breadth of her indifference itched at her skin. The waves rippled to reveal an entirely different beast down under. A life so unmoving that she couldn’t tell whether she was breathing or drowning.
Shuri pulled an old sweat-shirt over herself, shuffling into the kitchen. Her husband sat at the table eating breakfast. A plate was made and set aside for her despite Shuri never eating in the mornings.
Shuri made her coffee quietly. Once made, she leaned against the counter, taking in her husband and home.
She raised the mug to her lips, “I want a divorce,” she said, breaking the silence.
Shuri/Riri Williams
[hurt/comfort] [unresolved feelings] [drabble] [post-mission][sleepy time gays series]
riri takes care of shuri post-mission.
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shuriri week - day three - "shuribble" - prompt: mission gone wrong, trust
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ao3
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“Don’ t you trust me?” Riri said, kneeling down. She rested her hand on Shuri’s thigh as she looked over the wounds.
The suit was a goner.
Shuri took a hit for her today. Some stupid, bird-freak of a villian tore up her sides with stolen, vibranium infused claws.
Shuri glanced down before pointedly looking away, “With my life,” she said easily, “Not my stitches.”
“C’mon,” Riri huffed, “I’ve done mine since I was like twelve,”
Shuri winced at that ,“No,” she said, “Absolutely not. It’ll heal on its own anyways,”
“You’ve performed spinal surgery and I don’t see your medical license,” Riri muttered, raising a warm, wet cloth, “Classism is a disease, y’know.”
Shuri rolled her eyes. She wasn’t injured badly, mostly sore by now. She could’ve managed cleaning herself off with only some discomfort, but Riri insisted.
The bed creaked as Shuri leaned back, better accommodating the other woman.
Riri wiped down the grime, careful to avoid the skin knitting back together.
Shuri watched fondly as Riri fussed. The exhaustion from today’s mission settled on her all at once. In the quiet of the dorm, beneath such careful hands, her mind lulled.
Riri tossed the rags into the laundry bin once she was done. That out the way, she paused studying the tattered suit--eyes lingering on the lean muscle underneath.
She shook her head, reaching to grab some spare clothes.“You should change,” she said, hoping her voice won’t betray her nerves, “It’s getting late.”
Shuri yawned, eyes stuttering open before closing again.
“You can’t sleep like that,” Riri sighed, watching as their weight sagged into the pillows. She sat down on the edge of the bed, prodding them carefully, “Take these off,”
Shuri managed to raise her head, “You’re so eager to undress me,” she said with half lidded eyes. Words slow, teasing, and thick with sleep.
Riri schooled her expression, stomach fluttering as she watched that smug, pretty face relax all at once.
Riri pulled the blanket over them.
“Fuck,” she cursed under her breath, dragging her hands down her face.
That little flutter grew. It gnawed at her chest only leaving aches behind.
prompts: big fight, moaning, breeding kink, choking, trauma, near death/death, vibranium strap, trust (kinda)
word count: 5,679
tw: nsfw!!!, toxic!shuriri, traumatized!shuriri, mentions of death of character, sexually explicit, mentions of blood/consensual physical pain, trauma bonding/codependency, yelling/arguing, over all angsty fr but it gets better kinda!
a/n: look... LMFAOO ima stick beside em'. 🫣 don't ask me too many questions about this one cause i don't have an answer. my first smut on this account. also this is unedited and was written at 4 am. not really sure how I feel about it yet but I hope you enjoy lol cause I might not keep it up/might change it
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"You shouldn't have come." Shuri pushed out as her lips caught Riri's in a bite before dipping her tongue back in the scientists mouth.
"You shouldn't have come to get me, then." Riri sassed back, pushing against the Panther's steadfast body. Shuri would normally humor this and move back, but there was a deep, almost dark aura to the young queen tonight. Nothing felt funny anymore. Riri was aware of this, as she chose not to complain about not having time to pack when she heard a knock at her door at 3 am. She followed Aneka quietly to the jet, eyes scanning for her friend, if that's what you'd call whatever this was.
"You didn't exactly say no." Shuri pushed back into her, one hand wrapping around her neck and pulling the shorter woman deeper into her mouth, threatening to clench around her but not committing.
Shuri was right, Riri didn't say no. She didn't want to say no. She wasn't sure what she wanted because she wasn't sure what was right. She wasn't sure she even deserved to be alive.
"You didn't give me much of a choice." Riri fought out a whispered rebuttal, trying not to lose ground in their power struggle. Shuri silently knew this was true. If Riri had refused to come, she would've made up some excuse. She was desperate. They'd barely made it into the palace before their hands were exploring each other. Shuri felt little shame in the moment, knowing that they would never see each other again if that is what she decided. She wasn't sure how Riri would react when she brushed past her to open the door to her living quarters. She wasn't sure how they'd fallen so quickly into this, pushed up against the back of the door. She didn't care, it was primal. She needed it, she needed her. To hell with the rest.
"I'll send you back right now, if you wish." Shuri offered right away. If Riri asked to go home, she would probably send her home. Probably. Shuri was aware of the power dynamic between them too. It was glaringly loud but Riri always held her own.
"I wish you'd fuck me already."
A surge of ecstasy ravaged through the two women's bodies - a circuit of energy nearly making sparks between them as they move to the rhythm of each other. No beginning or end in sight, skin melding into skin. It was hard, jagged and rough. It was angry. It was maddened. They could pretend to be mad at each other, but the knives were pointed inward as they fucked into each other, heat pouring from their bodies like sweat. Shuri rocked into the scientist as Riri fought to keep Shuri in her mouth at all costs.
Riri clawed at the panther's back, digging her nails as deep into the warm brown skin underneath the panthers clothes as she could. She felt desperate as Shuri dug into her.
Shuri was desperate too. She could feel the her skin healing itself under Riri's touch, her mind racing to hold onto the pain from each mark for as long as she could. She wished she would bleed. She wanted Riri inside her. She wanted to be engulfed by the person below her. As Riri's legs began to flail, Shuri curved her fingers deeper and harder. She knew her powers gave her extra strength so she tried to keep it under wraps, but Riri only asked her for more.
"Fuck me like you mean it."
Like she was begging to be broken. Shuri tried her best to tighten her grip on her own body, refusing to give Riri what she was asking for.
Riri's body yearned into Shuri's as she rolled through her orgasm. It was good but she felt the guilt slip through the doors she had been trying to keep shut in her mind. Her body felt static for a moment, almost numb.
"Are you alright?" Shuri asked, fighting herself too. When Riri doesn't answer, she pushes again. "I asked you a question."
"You should hate me, you know?" Riri spit out as she sat near the edge of the couch they had fallen onto just a few minutes prior.
Shuri's body tensed at the brute honesty. There wasn't anything manipulative about the statement. One thing Shuri could always trust was Riri's dedication to telling the truth. One thing she couldn't trust was her own. She felt hot, not like before. It was the darkness that had been growing in her since everything happened. This was Riri's second time in Wakanda, and it felt all too similar for them to be sitting in this room telling the truth to each other, even after a year. Only this time, the only fight they had ahead of them was in their own minds. There was no chance to save things, to save the Queen. The nation had already agreed to peace and there was no chance of heading into the water and committing murder tonight. Instead, Shuri sat at the opposite end of the couch. She sat and watched Riri torture her own mind as she still felt the warm slickness from her pussy on her fingers. Shuri was tired of fighting the thing in her that allowed her to fill with rage. She wanted to burn tonight and she would let Riri burn with her.
Licking her fingers, Shuri tastes the remanence of her now lover. Her Riri. After what felt like too long, Shuri speaks.
"Maybe I should. Does that make you feel better?" Shuri spit out without a thought. Riri shuddered. Shuri wanted to shake her.
"But I don't. I wanted to, for a long time. I wanted to hate you the way I hate him. But I don't. And I won't. I have worse things to worry about than some smart ass girl from America."
Riri turned to face her, shocked as she awaited what Shuri had to say.
"I'm-" She tried to get out before being cut off. Shuri stands up and paces around, thankful for the noise cancelling technology in her room. Apologetic for what was to come, but not enough to stop it.
"I don't want you to be fucking sorry, Williams! I want you... to be fucking happy." Her hands articulate each word. "I want you to be successful and brilliant and take over the world like you were always supposed to. I wish I could rip Wakanda out your fucking mind and leave you untainted like before so you could stop feeling guilty and start living the life you were given back. But I can’t. And I don’t want you to forget me because I don’t want to forget you. I just want your life to mean something more than feeling sorry about all of this because it has to! You have to!” Shuri nearly screams at her.
"Shuri..."
"NO! You have to live. Because she didn't!" Shuri turns away. Riri feels the guilt sitting in her chest, waiting to explode. She fights the tears rolling down her face, the last thing she wants to look is weak in front of the new Queen. Tears would be an even bigger slap in the face, wouldn't they? She wishes she could punch something or scream, but she's stuck. She can't move. Shuri's right, her whole life has to measure up to the one that was lost in her place. Impossible shoes to fill. She's embarrassed to even exist but embarrassed to feel that way too. It should've been her but it wasn't. It wasn't and that's it. She shouldn't have built the vibranium detector but she did and that's it. She spirals through her thoughts, the feeling of sinking not unfamiliar to her these days, until Shuri says something else.
"But... It's not just that." Shuri admits, her voice breaking, mirroring her spirit. She had tried to let the fire engulf her again but she couldn't. She didn't feel vengeance for anybody but the Winged Serpent. She didn't feel anything besides that for so long. Except for Riri. She feels for Riri. The only light left in the purple city, she thinks.
"What... what can I do, Shuri? Please..." Riri whispers, her own voice breaking from the weight of her own pain.
Shuri turns back to her.
"I can't live in a world where you don't exist." Shuri meets Riri's eyes, holding contact as she walks forward.
"I refuse to live in a world that you're not in. It's not just because of my... mother. It's because of you."
Riri shakes her head, suddenly feeling like the room was spinning. Shuri reaches for her face, both softer than expected and harder than intended. She forces the woman to look in her eyes again.
"It's always been you. It'll always be you." Shuri says smoothly, as if it's the only thing that makes sense. Riri stares back into her, wanting to believe her.
"You're right, I shouldn't have come here." Riri pushes her back, this time actually moving the shocked panther. She stands, frantically looking for a way out of a room with several doors. It's all swirling around her. But the Black Panther recovers quickly.
Shuri pulls her back in front of her.
"Listen to me!"
"No! No! We can't do this. I can't be here and see you. You look just like her!" Riri yells back, now drowning in the room. She closes her eyes and tries to shake free of Shuri's grip.
"You didn't do anything wrong, Riri. You have to accept that. I did! I accepted it the moment it happened and I'm telling you that I need you!"
"You can't need me! You have to hate me or none of this makes any sense! I ruined everything!" The tears are winning the battle as the scientist can no longer contain her mess. Shuri twitches as the desperation in the woman's voice.
"I won't hate you. If that's why you came here, to try to convince me to hate you, then your mission has failed."
Riri stares at her as Shuri sits down, trying to collect herself. Swallowing her tears, Riri asks the question that Shuri hoped she wouldn't - in true Riri fashion.
"Why did you bring me here? It's been a year and we've had a few phone calls. That's it."
"That's... everything. It's been everything to me."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Doing what?"
"Acting like this!" Riri yells again, forcing Shuri to snap her head up and look at her.
"I'm telling you the truth. You're the one who doesn't want to hear it. Why did you come?" Shuri can feel her calm dissipating again.
Riri grows silent, unable to answer. She only has the truth and the truth isn't good enough.
"Well?! You have all this doubt in me, but I've never stopped fighting for you. I've never stopped looking for you. I've never once stopped thinking about you! Do you not think of me too? Do you not want the same thing I do?"
"Stop!"
"No!" Shuri stands, walking back over to her counterpart as they both inch towards the wall. "I am the Queen of Wakanda. I am the Black Panther. I can do and be anything I want, I can go anywhere I want. I saved the fucking universe and still lost everything, every single time. But I haven't lost you. I don't give a fuck about any of it, if you're not here. So answer me! Do you want me or not, Riri?!"
"Fuck!" Riri screams, a last defense as Shuri pushes her against the wall behind them.
"Answer me!" Shuri shakes her,
"I do! I do, okay! More than anything!" Riri relents, releasing the truth she had held onto since the beginning of this whole ordeal over a year ago. She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to catch her breath. The silence covers them, slowing the world down. They both become hyper aware of Shuri's hands pressed against the shorter woman's shoulders. They become aware of how close they are. How quiet the world around them is. The faint sounds of hearts beating and bated breaths fill the space.
Shuri stares at the scientist's face, her mind blank aside from how the woman's eye brows furrow when she's upset. Just like they used to. Just like they do on their video calls when she's working on an experiment and Shuri's pretending not to watch while she sits quietly pretending to do work. She notices Riri's lips. How they're perfect. Riri lets out a breath she's been holding for too long, relaxing her shoulders just a bit. Shuri snaps back to the moment and moves her hands.
Riri opens her eyes. They stare at each other for a moment too long. Tension that you couldn't even cut with a vibranium spear sits in the air.
"Sorry." Shuri mutters, trying to regain her ability to be a person and not a beast once more.
"Me too." Riri replies, looking down and locking her fingers together.
Shuri lifts her face back up.
"I'm not that sorry, actually."
"W-What now?" Riri askes. Shuri looks down at their feet, still only a few inches apart. She got what she wanted but it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to know. She needed more. She needed everything.
"Are you afraid of me now? Now that I've acted like a fool and yelled at you." Shuri asks. Riri shakes her head.
"No." Solid. She's telling the truth.
"Then let me have you." Shuri pushes back into her, their noses braced against each other. Their lips dancing on the edge of each other. Riri lets out another breath, nearly shaking at the sensation.
"Can I have you?" Shuri asks, pulling away just far enough to look Riri in her eyes again. She nods but she knows Shuri. She knows she has to say it. Just like before.
"Yes." She whispers. She's telling the truth.
The panther's body lights up, purple blood coursing through her. She moves on instinct, her body and soul finally free from the prison of her mind. She lifts Riri up quickly and with ease, guiding her legs around her waist. As if she's floating, Shuri brings her into the bedroom they'd spent so much time in before. With one hand she holds the woman to her torso, with another she rolls a bead in her hand in different configurations to put the blinders on the windows that allowed them to see out but no one to see in, noise cancelled the room, and shut off griot. She drops one of the beads into her waist band and not so gently puts Riri on the bed. Looking up at her, Riri watches as Shuri takes the rest of her kimoyo beads off and tosses them on the floor. They scatter and find their way to different corners of the room silently.
Before Riri can ask if she's sure, the Princess is back on top of her sucking at her neck, hoping to leave some sort of mark, trying hard not to bare her teeth. Riri fights the moans but they come out like gasps. They both feel feverish, and Riri soon looses her insecurity as if she's scattered it on the floor too. Shuri breaks contact for a moment and it feels like an eternity for them both, feeling their bodies swell with heat for each other again.
"Are you sure this is what you want?"
"Please" Riri yearns, "I need you too." Aching for her touch, Riri pulls Shuri back to her, this time pulling their lips together. It starts off just as desperate as they left off, only getting sloppier as time cruelly pushes forward, both of them wanting to live in this forever.
Shuri reaches down to Riri's heat, rubbing above her underwear, feeling the soaking fabric of her boy shorts. Riri moans into the queen's mouth again, feeling the light frenzy return to her chest. It was like the feeling you get when you reach the top of a rollercoaster and then suddenly drop, but better. It was pure ecstasy, it was something sacred here, even in their mess.
But this time, Riri wanted more. She reached down to feel between Shuri's legs, sliding against her toned stomach. She felt Shuri buckle a bit as Riri's fingers reached her clit. Shuri fought her moans, much to Riri's dismay, but the veins in her neck surged. Riri pulled away to kiss her lover's neck, sucking as if she could draw blood while Shuri rubbed against her. The panther could feel her core get tight. Pushing their faces back together for another sloppy kiss, Shuri enjoys another few seconds of pleasure from Riri's perfect hands. Leaning back, she looks down at the breathless woman beneath her. There aren't enough words in English or Wakandan to describe the beauty.
Shuri stands and pulls her own shirt off smoothly and kicks her pants off like they were never there. Now wearing only a black sports bra and boxers, she gets back on the bed and pulls Riri into her lap, reaching under her shirt slowly, hoping Riri will confirm. Riri lifts her arms and allows Shuri to pull her top off and then make swift work of her sports bra. In no time, she's half naked.
Shuri can't help but to admire for a moment before digging in. Capturing one nipple in her mouth, she palms at the other. Riri leans forward more, feeling her warm core aching as she slips her fingers into Shuri's perfect hair. She missed the way the panther smelled. Perfect. Before she can let out her moan, Shuri is back on top of her, leaving Riri impressed with the cat like speed.
Shuri's feverish again, pulling Riri's pants off and throwing them to the side. She hooks her fingers through her underwear and pulls those too, leaving Riri with little time to be nervous. With a rough kiss, Shuri slides down Riri's body and meets her where it matters.
Leaving gentle kisses, Shuri reaches up and grabs Riri’s hand. Looking up for confirmation one last time, Riri squeezes her hand and bucks her hips up to meet Shuri’s waiting mouth. Diving in, Shuri licks through her with ease and technique, watching and listening for all of Riri’s cues. She tasted like something to live for.
Riri let herself be eaten alive, feeling herself ride against Shuri's face like she needed it. Like what was at the edge of her orgasm could save her from the torment. She felt Shuri's tongue slip in and out of her before focusing back on her sensitive bud, drawing her closer to release with each movement. Riri gripped desperately at the sheets but it wasn't enough. She grabbed Shuri's curls again, tangling her hand into the mess they were making together. She reached with her other hand to the base of Shuri's neck, pulling her deeper into her pussy. She couldn't bare the air between them.
Shuri was in agony herself, the best kind. She needed to be inside of her lover. She needed to feel her wrapped around her, fucking like their lives depended on it. Maybe they did. She pulled back enough, having to lean into her own strength against Riri's grip, only enough to slide two fingers up against the sweet wetness of Riri's cunt before dipping back in. Riri squeezed around her, begging for more. Shuri dug into her again, this time with a recklessness that was only calculated in the sense that she was determined to make Riri cum.
And that's what Riri did. High on Shuri. High on relief. High on release. Shuri threatened to stop as her body rolled through the waves of orgasm and Riri had to fight back tears again.
"Please. Don't stop yet... I don't want this to... end." Riri's voice is breathy and weighted. Shuri listens, watching over Riri as she rides her fingers. There was anguish here but Riri was like an angel. She'd yet to see herself that way but that's all Shuri could see. Heaven. Finally.
Once Riri's body stopped shaking, she felt her body go limp. Shuri wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. Heat to heat. Chest to chest. The world threatened to soften around them, to make them warm. They needed to burn. Riri recovered quickly, afraid to hold on too tight to the rest just behind her eyes. She was afraid to blink and miss it all. To sleep and realize it was all a dream - another fucked up dream. She couldn't let herself get comfortable in Wakanda again. Not yet. She felt Shuri's hips roll against hers and any thoughts of protecting her heart were melted down into nothing. She needed to be filled up and Shuri needed to fill her.
"Take them off." Riri demanded. She pulled at the boxers and Shuri ripped them off in one tug, adding them to the pile on the floor. She'd never been bare like this in front of anybody. Riri slipped off her bra, the last layer of defense between their bodies, leaving only skin and a square of vibranium up against Shuri's hip bone. Riri ran her fingers over it, working her brain over the possibilities of what it was. She was hopeful but not certain. She looked back up, meeting Shuri's eyes. There was something somber in them. She was more than angry.
"Are you afraid?"
"No."
There it was. Shuri was lying again. But it didn't matter. She was going to do it regardless. Whether she was afraid or not, and whether Riri believed her or not. Riri wasn't sure if that was good but was any of this? Though she doubted it, Shuri could have her killed tomorrow. She could kill her tonight. She could send her home and never speak to her again. She could dox her, ruin her life. She could do anything to her. That was part of the high.
Riri pulled her in, kissing her slowly at first, assuring the queen.
Shuri let her lead the kiss. Riri palmed at Shuri's chest, hoping to find her heart somewhere in the mix of things. Riri enjoyed the taste of her on the Panther's lips. She swelled with pride that there was no one else in the world in the Black Panther's palace. No matter what happened tomorrow, she would always have this. It embarrassed her to think these things, the heat of the moment not fully quelling the imposter in her brain. But the embarrassment only added to the fire. It only made her needier.
Shuri moaned into Riri's mouth as the woman once again slid her hands down her body. She was ambitious with her touch, kneading her ass while she sucked Shuri's tongue. Shuri felt captive, Riri turning her into putty in her hands. Shuri bucked her hips into the woman underneath her. She was frantic for their pussies to touch, needing to feel Riri's core against her own. Riri pulled her closer, arching her back as they rubbed against each other. It was wet and warm, enough to make them both twitch. Their bodies became a mix of pleasure and depravity as they leaned into their vice for each other. Grasping and humping and pulling and pushing. It was everything, their bodies meeting was a nexus event. But it still wasn't enough.
Looking into Riri's eyes again, Shuri tapped the vibranium on her skin. Pulling back only to make room, Shuri admires the woman as she watched a strap form around the Panther’s body. It was perfectly molded to her, seeming to dip inside of her as Shuri squirmed. Meeting her eyes again, Riri took a deep breath.
"Please."
Shuri slid into her. The strap molded itself to Riri's pleasure points, filling her entirely in the way she needed most. They rocked slowly as Riri's body adjusted. Shuri hovered over her, feeling her own sensations as the strap expanded and gently moved inside of her lover. When Riri released her breath with a moan, Shuri's body took over. Seeking her own pleasure mixed with the need to please the woman laying under her. She rammed into her slowly, a force to be reckoned with. Sliding all the way back out, Shuri rubs the tip against Riri's swollen lips. Riri could see the panther biting back her own pleasure. She needed to hear it. Grabbing Shuri by the back of the neck again and pulling her close, she whispers in her ear while Shuri watches herself slide back in.
"Does it feel good? Tell me."
"MmY-yes. It feels good."
"Then act like it." Riri demands, bucking her hips up to meet Shuri's, letting her body disappear the strap. Shuri let the moan slip out and it was all she needed to let loose. Grabbing Riri by the hips and digging in, Shuri slams into her with no remorse. Riri's back lifts from the bed and she lets her body be taken over. Feeling Shuri inside of her, pushing against her soft spots in perfect rhythm left her incapable of forming real words. Slurring and sloppy moans escaping her, she reaches down to rub her clit only for Shuri to grab her hand away and put it in her mouth. Shuri angles them so Riri's upper back and neck are supported to watch the show. They both watch as Shuri fucks into her and plays with her needy clit. Riri fucks back, needing more of her still.
In and out. In and out. Harder and faster. Shuri feels herself slipping through the girl. Riri's head begins to bang against the headboard. Shuri swiftly flips them again, leaving Riri on her lap to ride. Needing no instruction, Riri bucks into Shuri's lap at an eager pace. Shuri grabs her neck and pulls her into kiss, leaving a hissing moan in her mouth as Riri grinds down, using Shuri to stretch herself out.
As her coil builds, Riri chokes Shuri back. The pressure to the head sends them both nearly over the edge, Shuri's legs arching off the bed to meet Riri's swirling hips. Afraid to loose the feeling, Shuri flips them over again. Giving Riri's needy body only a moment of reprieve, Shuri flips her on her stomach and slides back in. Between Shuri pounding into her from this new angle and the pressure on her clit, Riri screams. Her release is right around the corner despite her best efforts. Shuri is right behind her, leaning down and leaving sloppy kisses and hickeys on Riri's back. Riri turns her head to the side and reaches back to pull Shuri into a struggle of a kiss. Shuri takes the opportunity to swap spit with the woman, needing to mix with her in any way she can. Riri's receptive, sucking it from the woman's mouth. Shuri can barely hold it together and all Riri wants is to hear it.
"Tell me. Tell me it feels good."
"You're mine. You're all mine. This pussy is mine."
"All of me. I belong to you." Riri whimpers back. She belongs to the Black Panther. She needs more.
"Take me. Take all of me. I need you so bad." Shuri moans out at the edge of her climax.
"Cum in me, please cum in me baby" Riri screams, ready to be filled and covered in her lover.
Once again, Shuri listens. She empties herself into the woman under her, pushing them suffocatingly into the sheets enough to muffle Riri's screams.
"I love you. Fuck I love you." Shuri pounds into her.
Riri returns the favor, squeezing and cumming around Shuri like a lock with no key.
"I love you I love you I love you" over and over as they slide through each other. Shuri rolls them onto their sides, still not removing herself from Riri's body. Riri squirms around the shaft, grabbing behind her to hold Shuri's neck as she desperately bites into her. As things slow down, their bodies go limp. Not yet wanting to pull out, Shuri nuzzles in closer, massaging Riri's chest as she plants kisses along her neck, soothing the bruising bite marks. Riri fights to catch her breath.
Finally, with a sound that nearly sets off round two, Shuri retracts the strap and rests an arm over Riri's body. The waves of pleasure and emotion vibrate through both of them, seemingly in sync. They had just been as close as you can be to euphoria without going to the afterlife. Suddenly, they were both fighting tears too as their chests filled with lightness and change. The tension in the air was gone, leaving behind only the rawness of the moment and the stark truth between them.
Riri turned to face Shuri against her brain trying to tell her to hide. Shuri opened her tear stained eyes to meet the woman's. She was the first to speak.
"What now?"
"You tell me. You're the Queen around here." Shuri huffed a small laugh but knew that this was one of those moments where she would need to make the right choice. So, she chose to tell the truth.
"I meant it. I'm in love with you."
Riri's heart fluttered but she wasn't ready.
"How do you know this isn't some crazy trauma bond? What if you -"
"I don't hate you."
"But what if we're just-"
"Then we'll get help. I know you American's don't really have health care but here we do. We'll talk to a couple's therapist. We'll work it out." Shuri shot back, sure of herself.
"A couple...?" Riri questioned out loud by accident.
"Ah... well, yes. I'm ruined for anybody else, honestly. Have been since I met you." Shuri said definitively.
Riri hid her face, unable to believe this was all really happening.
"I don't understand how you can even look at me, let alone all this-"
"I don't understand how you expect me to look away." Shuri says, pulling her face back up once again. "You look at me. Tell me if you think I'm lying."
Riri looked into the Panther's eyes. It wasn't hard for her to tell when she was lying. Which is why this was so terrifying, because she wasn't. She shook her head. Shuri smiled for the first time in a long time.
"I'm not good at this but I feel... I feel like I've already wasted a year. I love you. If you love me too, then I don't care how we make it work."
Riri's mind told her to run, hide away from the affections of the woman she loved so deeply. Her mind told her she didn't deserve it. She would be better off rotting in some Wakandan prison. But her body told her otherwise. Her body trusted Shuri, like it always did. Like they were still trapped underwater and Shuri was promising to come back. She always did. Riri's body told her guilt to shut the fuck up.
"I love you." Riri spoke finally. “And the year wasn’t a waste.”
The angry daggers they had both been using to flay themselves had disintegrated, all they left behind were two women who only had each other.
Riri leaned in for a kiss again, not able to bare the distance anymore. Shuri was pleased, feeling safe in the moment regardless of what would be waiting for them tomorrow. Riri prayed she would be free from her own mind. Finally, they fell asleep, mouths still half way connected trying to share the same air.
Riri woke in the throne room. The water stuck in the air like frozen rain drops. One person sat across the room.
Riri had been here before. Many times. Only this time the room wasn't destroyed and she wasn't sinking into a darkness she couldn't get out of. She approached the throne with soft steps, hoping to see someone.
Queen Ramonda met her eye line, starring her down as she approached. Riri felt the rain begin to pour. The Queen looked beautiful but she looked dead. And she looked angry.
Hours later, Shuri stirred awake. Finally a night with no dreams, only a sweet whisper in her ear. She reached around trying to find the warmth she expected to be wrapped in but to no avail. Opening her eyes, she looked around and saw no one. An empty room.
Trying not to think the worst, she gathered herself up and threw on some clothes from the floor, noticing that Riri's were nowhere to be seen. Tapping her neck, she summoned her kimoyo beads back to her body and turned on griot. As the AI booted up, she walked out to the living room she had been in just a few hours before. Looking over to the couch, she sees a note. A sigh of relief, hoping to see that Riri has made herself comfortable in the lab or has gone to eat something.
She unfolds the paper and reads to herself.
"Shuri -
I'm just not ready yet.
Thanks for not hating me.
I love you. - Williams"
Shuri felt a pang of rejection and longing rise in her. She had been so lonely before. What did this mean? Would they speak again?
"Griot. Where is Riri Williams?"
"Good morning Panther. Miss Williams is currently on a flight back to America. Cambridge, Massachusetts to be exact."
"Fuck" she whispers to herself.
"Call her the moment she reaches her dorm." Shuri feels herself getting frantic, thinking about ways to apologize.
"As you wish, Panther. But I must advise, Miss Williams has left instructions with me to contact you in 3 months.”
"Did she say why?"
"She said 'she's not ready but she will be.' she told me to tell you when you asked."
"She will be?"
"She will be ready for your proposal. She would like me to advise you to meet her court side."
Shuri felt her heart relax. The next Bull’s game is in three months.
"Ah. Thank you, Griot."
She laid back down, not wanting to shower away the events of the night. Shuri could handle a few months. She'd certainly use that time to work on some things herself - including learning about American basketball - she noted as she felt her body ease into the bed they had shared. The Queen didn't detect the darkness that had taken home in her the past year and a half, but a lighter sense of being. Sure, she still had work to do. She still had a country to run. She still had a family to fully mourn. She still had enemies. She still had vengeance. But she had Riri now, too.
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edit: sorry about the typo for "breeding kink". it's been changed in the original post text but reblogs may not show it. I haven't changed the graphic yet.
Can you write about the reader trying to make shuri jealous after incidents with shuri being with other people(there in a secret relation ship)and shuri apologizes and makes it up to them(smut please)but also just make it really dirty in general(strap,oral,✂️✂️,exc)please.
i don't wanna feel how i did last night
gif by @melodykisses
pairing: shuri udaku x black!femme! reader
summary: reader and shuri are in a secret non-monogamous relationship, but reader is tired of seeing shuri with other people and decides to take matters into her own hands... shuri is not pleased.
taglist: @verachii@letitias-fav@inmyheadimobsessed @garbagesleepschedule @mocha-aya 💗💗 (lmk if u wanna be added/removed in the replies 🫶🏾)
dividers by: @firefly-graphics
a/n: oh lord this request 😮💨🫣. like nah it rlly gripped me, i completely abandoned the shuriri draft i was working on to bang this out in like 5 hrs whew (did i mention i have adhd). i do acknowledge that this particular dynamic isn't the healthiest but its one that i've seen play out in irl sapphics wayyy to many times, also its so fun to write 🤭🤭. im always grateful for v descriptive requests so thankuuuu, hope you enjoy xx
you take a sip of your champagne to calm yourself down as you glare stare at shuri and adora from across the room. shuri is hosting a 'poster day' type of event for some of the younger engineers to show off their vibranium innovations and the event is slowly turning into a party as the night wore on.
adora is giggling and leaning further into shuri as she whispers only-Bast-knows-what into her ear. watching them is making you feel physically sick, but you literally can't bring youself to stop.
shuri is yours, she is your woman and has been yours for close to two years but no one else knows that apart from the two of you. the reasons for secrecy are multifaceted, but the most important one is that shuri wants to keep her private life as separate from her duties as a monarch as possible. some of the elders have been rumbling about her getting married ever since she turned 21, and while she's ignored them (rightfully so), she doesn't want to give them any fuel to fan the fire.
that's the most important one, there are several others and the one you hate the most is staring you in the face currently. from the beginning of your relationship, shuri made it clear that she wasn't ready to be monogamous. she had a host of reasons which she explained to you, but it always boiled down to her view on t'challa and nakia's relationship. she never wanted to put anyone in the situation that nakia and touissant were in currently: one without a father and the other without her lover. to shuri, the worst thing that could ever happen wouldn't be her dying on a mission, but rather the idea that you would be left all alone.
so she constantly encourages you to see other people as well while she engages in casual encounters, but you never do. you just.. can't bring yourself to even think about others, let alone .. touch them and let them touch you.
you never could understand how shuri does it so easily and honestly you never want to. she is very respectful about it though: she makes it clear to anyone she's involved with that she has a primary partner (she doesn't disclose your identity) and that the encounter can never go beyond a sexual one. she gets tested regularly, she also makes it a point to never flirt, talk to or do anything with any other girls in your presence, out of respect for you, but tonight is clearly an exception.
in her defence, adora is the one coming on to her at the moment, but the familiarity, the ease in which she's touching shuri, it's so obvious that they're no strangers to each other in that way. and it hurts. this is the real reason you're grateful shuri never does anything in your presence. you are a very out of sight, out of mind person, and it's easier to deal with the idea of shuri kissing, touching, and Bast... fucking other girls, when you don't have to confront it, but right now it feels like you're burning from the inside out. it's time to take matters into your own hands.
you take a deep breath as you shift your eyes way from those two, scanning the room for other sources of entertainment. your eyes stop on thandiwe, one of the doras assigned as security for the event and you quickly look away.
you look back up and sure enough she's staring right back at you. thandiwe has made it no secret that she's interested in you: keeping you company in the lab, making jokes and just all around being a great person. she is really beautiful too with the most intriguing bone structure. in another life, it would be all too easy to fall for her and accept all that she's offering, but unfortunately you can't bring yourself to. your heart, body and soul belong entirely to shuri... if only she felt the same way.
you let yourself smile a bit at thandiwe and she takes that as a go-ahead, crossing the room to stand beside you.
"good evening, y/n. you look beautiful as usual. are you enjoying yourself?"
you blush a bit, "you're too kind thandiwe, you're the one who looks amazing, and yeah i- i am," she notices the stutter and follows your line of sight to where adora and shuri are dancing?
griot is in charge of the music tonight and nobody has to know by kranium is playing.
adora's back is against shuri's front as she grinds against her softly and you just can't take it anymore. the lyrics are also taunting you in a way
nobody nah haffi know seh mi an yuh a fuck, nobody nah haffi know seh yuh a give it up (loosely translated: nobody has to know that we're fucking)
"hmmm," is all thandiwe says as she gives you a knowing glance. you've always suspected that thandiwe knows that you and shuri are a bit more that work colleagues, she is a trained solider after all. but she has never voiced her suspicions and for that you are grateful.
"do you want to get out of here?" you abruptly ask thandiwe. she seems a bit taken aback but says, "yeah for sure, where did you have in mind?"
thandiwe moans softly into your mouth as she increases the pressure of her kisses. her hands are all over you with your back against the wall and it feels.. nice, like really nice but you can't keep your mind from wandering. the two of you are in a deserted hallway of the palace, one where you and shuri often frequent to escape prying eyes. you feel a bit guilty for bringing her to you and shuri's spot, but after shuri's display at the party you're not feeling particularly generous towards her.
in fact a secret part of you hopes she comes across the both of you. you want to see the look in her eyes as she watches another woman lay claim to all the parts of you that have previously been just for her. would she care? would it hurt her the same way you hurt?
these thoughts are still running through your mind as you feel thandiwe's fingers stroking your thighs. she's about to start lifting your short dress up when alarm bells start going off in your head. you break away from the kiss, a bit out of breath, "wait, thandi, hold on I.. I'm not sure if-"
the rest of whatever you're about to say dies away because you can feel her. its always been one of the uncanny things about your relationship with shuri. even before you admitted to yourself that you felt something more than platonic for her, you could always sense her presence in a room. your nerves would be on high alert, every single one of them urging you to get as close to her as possible. it perplexed you to no end at first, till you figured that it's because you were in love with her.
sure enough she silently appears like the cat she is behind thandiwe and the other sharply snaps to attention, always the warrior.
"Panther," she says stoically, body rigid and all traces of lust completely gone.
"at ease, thandiwe" shuri tells her, not even looking at the other woman. her eyes are trained on you, burning with something totally unreadable.
"um thandiwe, maybe you should.. I'll see you-"
"leave us," shuri's tone leaves no room for argument and the soldier doesn't have to be told twice before she looks at you one last time and then makes a swift exit. the brief flash of pain in her eyes does not go unnoticed by you though.
"why did you do that?" you finally turn to face shuri. she doesn't answer and instead is trailing her eyes over your body. as it was a party, you're dressed for the occasion in heels and a form-fitting black dress, your makeup is a bit more fancy than usual, and your hair is in the knotless braids that you got done last week (shuri absolutely loves it when you have braids).
you give her a similar once-over, breaking your own heart in the process. she's dressed in her typical 'party wear': a black slightly oversized blazer and slacks with no shirt on underneath, silver chain and her stupid goddamn silver grillz.
you caught a glimpse of them when she told thandiwe to leave. that brief flash of silver and diamonds doing more damage to to your panties than thandiwe's hands all over your body. damn her for looking so good and making you feel like this
"why did i do what y/n? what exactly was going on here anyway?" you still can't exactly gauge her tone, she doesn't sound ... angry, but there's still something off. and why should she be angry anyway, this is what she wants right?, you think to yourself.
"i think you know exactly what was going on here shuri, about the same thing that you had going on in there with-"
you're cut off once again as shuri grabs your arm and begins to basically march the both of you towards her quarters. "let go off me shuri" you protest as you fake struggle against her. you're not gonna lie and say you're not thrilled by this turn of events, you've never been on the end of shuri's jealousy, because you've never given her a reason to be and her reaction is kinda sexy.
more pressingly though, you're angry. you can't believe how much of a hypocrite shuri is being right now. for months you've kept quiet and kept your feelings about her dalliances to yourself, choosing to channel your anger and sadness into work instead. even the few times you would be passive aggressive towards shuri after you suspect she's been with someone else, she would make you feel bad, telling you "you knew who she was" and at least she's being "honest" with you. bull. shit.
all you'd done was kiss someone else and here shuri was dragging you across the halls of the palace like you'd stolen something. silly woman.
you land on shuri's bed, bouncing slightly after she basically threw tossed you on it. the look in her eyes as she crawls atop you leaves no room for second-guessing, she wants to fuck. now. well... too bad for her.
"get off me, shuri" you say as you wiggle out from under her, "where's adora? i'm sure she'd be more than happy to warm your bed tonight."
you can hear the bitterness in your voice as you spit the other girl's name out. she's actually a very nice girl, you never had any problems with her, till she put her hands on what didn't belong to her. you hate that shuri has made you sound like this jealous, insecure person when really that couldn't be further from who you were.
"y/n what are you talking about? you know she doesn't mean anything to me, none of them do. you're the one i want to do forever with why are you acting like this? and why did you let thandiwe touch you like that? I mean.. you never, I always told you to pick someone and you never did, what has changed now sthwanda?"
the way she says "touch" makes you tremble, her mouth curls around the word and spits it back out like she can't bear to linger on it for too long. (you want her to spit on sumn-).
"nothing has changed shuri, maybe i'm just tired of watching you fuck your way across the palace without any regard for my feelings," your voice is getting louder in volume as you allow her to see how you truly feel, "i mean how am i supposed to feel watching some other girl grind on you, the woman who i love so much it hurts and i'm expected to be okay. i'm expected to take it because that's "what we agreed to," your voice breaks here as you throw shuri's own words back at her.
"i gave thandiwe a chance tonight and it was a big mistake, every second of it felt wrong and all i could think about was how you do this with other people and don't seem to feel the same way. i mean shuri how can you claim to love me and lay with others so easily? enough is enough, i'm okay with us continuing to keep our relationship a secret for the sake of peace, but for my health and well-being i need you to be monogamous shuri, or else we're done"
your last two words hang in the stillness between you as shuri digests what you've just said. the both of you sit on the bed facing each other as she gazes into your eyes. eventually it seems she finds what she's looking for as she takes a deep breath, "y/n, we don't see sex and love the same way and-"
you move to interrupt her and she lifts her hand to silence you, as though already anticipating your rebuttal, "please, let me finish usana, please," you nod, indicating for her to continue as you strive for communication between you to be nothing less than respectful (most times).
"as I was saying, we have different perspectives on sex and love. i mean for instance, you didn't let me touch you until after we'd been dating for three months because you needed a "deeper connection than just the physical" that is completely valid and i have never felt otherwise, but its not the same for me. i can have sex with people that i feel almost nothing for and i'll still enjoy it but know that it ends there."
"that's why its so "easy" as you say, for me to be with other women in that way. but, my love, it doesn't mean that i love you any less, or that my feelings for you are waning in any way. you're the first thing on my mind when i wake up and the last before i fall asleep. you literally consume most of my thoughts I can't-" she cuts herself off to clear her throat.
"if its monogamy you want from me i can give you that, i will give you whatever you want. just seeing you with thandiwe, seeing her hands on my woman, i can't really put into words how it made me feel. i can't even imagine how you must have been feeling watching me and adora, please I'm so sorry my love. please forgive me?"
you stare at her, dazed. you never actually expected her to agree to be monogamous, especially with how convicted she has been previously about her reasons. you're a skeptical person by nature (you can't help it you're literally a scientist) so its hard for you to completely believe her.
"shuri, are you sure? l mean, are you just saying it to appease me, or is that actually how you feel? i don't want you to make such a drastic change solely on my behalf and then end up regretting it later and resenting me for it."
she sighs softly, "i knew you would say that. and no y/n, i've actually been thinking about it for a while (you side-eyed her), i know my actions didn't really reflect it but I promise you sthwanda its 100% my decision. its unfortunate that it took me getting a glimpse of what you would like if you belonged to another before i took action, but I'm taking it now. i want you, and only you. in my heart, in my bed.. "
you're satisfied with her earnestness and decide that you're going to take her words at face value. the only true marker for change is actions, so its now up to shuri to back her words up with action. "okay then, show me how much you want me"
she smirks dangerously as she leans in, grill flashing seductively, "oh i intend to"
damn you love her so much
your grip tightens against the headboard as you rock hard against shuri's face. she has both hands wrapped tight around your waist as she urges you to move even faster. you've made an absolute mess of her face. she's covered in you and has zero complaints as she moves that pretty face back and forth between your folds. her nose keeps stroking your clit and the friction makes you buck as you struggle to keep your balance.
you glance down and the sight of her face buried between your thighs threatens to undo you so you clamp your eyes shut again. you're completely naked while shuri is completely clothed and somehow this fact makes you even hotter. she's eating you like her life depends on it, the loud slurping sounds doing something treacherous to your sanity. you move your hips even faster, this is your seat, your throne, your queen and now she's about to make you cum so hard.
"fuck fuck fuck shuri I.. I'm about to cum fuck," shuri's hands come up to slap yours away from where you're gripping your boobs and she cups them both. she begins to stroke and tug your nipples in rhythm with the motion of your hips and sure enough they're stuttering in no time. she lightly grazes her bottom teeth against your clit as she pinches both nipples hard and its the faintly cold feeling of her grill that sets you off, you're cumming.
your hips snap uncontrollably against her face as your ride out your orgasm and she grips them to keep you in place as she licks every last drop of your release. you slump forward against the headboard, breathing shakily.
after a few minutes, you move backwards to straddle shuri, your thigh muscles still twitching slightly from your orgasm. she gazes up at you, eyes open in wonder and anticipation, "what are you going to do to me sthwanda," she whispers
you lean in to kiss her deeply, stroking her tongue with yours and sucking on her lips, the taste of you still sharp on her. "i'm gonna show you who you belong to," you murmur against her lips.
shuri is whimpering beneath you, blazer unbuttoned and spread open as you suck on her nipples. you take turns between them, tugging and pinching one between your fingers as you enclose the other in the delicious heat of your mouth. shuri's nipples are so sensitive and it's something you were delighted to discover when you started sleeping together. you love her small and perfect breasts and you take any opportunity to appreciate them, you just have the added advantage of it turning shuri into a quivering mess.
her hips are rutting against you, in search of the sweet friction that you're denying her. shuri grasps your shoulders, making eye contact as you look up at her with your mouth around her nipple.
"please, please, do something, anything, please I can't take it," you love it when she begs, and you've never been able to deny her anything. you separate your mouth from her chest with a wet plop, placing soft kisses across it as you make your way further down.
you decide not to tease her too much as you quickly discard her trousers and boxer briefs, finally coming face-to-face with your own personal garden of eden. no matter how many times you get to worship shuri's pussy, you don't think you'll even get enough.
she's soaked, her usually shy clit swollen and right there, her clit piercing winking at you, you feel your mouth watering a little bit. you lean down, exhaling softly against her, making her buck her hips up. you lean back again, disapproval on your face as you look at her.
"please, please lick me usana, please I'm sorry"
"is that what you want hmm baby? unfortunately tonight's not really about what you want is it? it's about what i want. and what i want is to rub myself all over this pretty pussy hmm. i think i need to make my mark a bit more permanent, don't you agree? "
her eyes are wide as she nods furiously, "yes, yes please y/n, whatever you want," shuri completely letting go and handing over the reins never fails to make you gush, you're both switches but she ends up domming more often than not. right now though, this is your show.
you gently spread her legs apart and move to slot your hips between hers. you absolutely love tribbing shuri, its probably your favorite sexual act. its so intimate, almost like poetry the way your pussies glide against each other. it feels like kissing, but with your other lips.
shuri groans at the first contact of your clit against hers. you shift a little to make sure you're getting the perfect angle and then you start to move. you're fucking and grinding against her like you have something to prove.
the wet sounds of you two bumping coochies echoes throughout the room mixed in with shuri moans. you hold on tightly to one of her legs and sit up to give yourself even more leverage.
"yeah, does that feel good? tell me shuri, did any of those other girls ever make you feel like this? huh-"
its petty, you know, but you don't give a fuck. something primal has come over you watching shuri unravel below you and you're gonna make sure she never forgets who's making her feel like this right now.
she whines but remains silent so you reach up to wrap your hand around her throat, squeezing gently, "answer me, my queen," you feel her cunt get even wetter against yours as you put pressure against her windpipe.
"unghh no, no, no my love, none of them ever.. they never made made me feel like how you ... how you do, ungh you drive me crazy,, fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm about to fucking cum"
hearing her say those words stitches something back up in you and you begin to thrust against her harder than ever. your clits are rubbing against each other at the perfect angle, shuri's piercing providing unholy friction (you're 100% sure she got it for sex and no one convince you otherwise) and you know your orgasm is not far behind.
"yeah, you're gonna cum for me? cum all over this pussy princess, you're about to make me cum as well, so gorgeous, so beautiful, all mine, uhhhh fuck me"
shuri moans deeply as her hips twitch against you, gushing even more and its that feeling of wet warmth that triggers your own orgasm. you place kisses all over her leg still in your hold, your hips bucking against hers as you both ride it out.
you both catch your breath, chests heaving as you stare into the other's eyes. shuri looks a bit dazed, her hand reaching up to stroke your cheek "i never ever want you to doubt how much you mean to me again sthwanda, allow me to keep showing you"
"shuri.. shuri, yes, yes, yes, yes, oh Bast..."
you've lost all ability to form words beyond these three, shuri turning your insides to liquid as she drives herself as deep as possible. she has you flat on your back in missionary, which is usually not your favorite, but right now you've never felt anything better. she's laying on top of you, the both of you pressed together as close as possible. you can feel almost every inch of her skin, her nipples against yours, the cold metal of her chain. her weight on you is grounding, soothing, but also simultaneously driving you crazy.
shuri isn't making things any better, growling in your ear as she fucks you. you're so wet, lost to anything but the sensation of her inside of you, around you, on top of you. she starts sucking on your earlobe and proceeds to lick into your ear, you feel sparks light up your nerves in response.
"baby please I'm about to cum" you whisper, she's hitting your g-spot directly now and you're already so stimulated by everything else, you know your orgasm is going to wreck you
"mine, mine, mine, you're mine y/n. no one else can have you, no one else can see you like this, ever. I'd rather die than let-"
you shiver as her words wash over you. fuck yes.
she then abruptly pulls out and flips you over. you whine in disapproval.
"i know sthwanda, i know, i'm sorry my love" she kisses along your back in apology, "i want you to come like this"
she resumes her pace, her front against your back. one hand takes its favorite position at your breast, while the other reaches down to stroke your clit in tight, fast circles. you're hurtling towards your orgasm at this point.
"this is mine, this pussy is mine, these are mine" she squeezes your tit
"yes, yes, yes, all yours" you moan as you bounce against her strap. she starts kissing on your neck and then bites down hard. the pain, coupled with the feeling of her grill, makes you explode. at this point you suspect you have a grill kink, specially shuri's grill.
"fuck yes baby, cum all over my dick, just like that, yessss"
you're still twitching when shuri pushes you forward, placing a pillow below your hips as she begins to drive even harder into you. she grabs fistfuls of your ass as she thrusts
"this most especially is mine usana, drives me so fucking crazy. i easily zone out for hours during the day thinking about this. perfect. ass, fuck, i love you, i love you, I- uhhhh"
you feel her thrusts falter and eventually slow down as she cums, your cunt clenching and fluttering all around her in response to the sounds of her pleasure. she slaps your ass for good measure, sending a jolt through you.
"fuck"
you slowly get back on your (wobbly) knees as you turn around to look your lover in the eye. she takes her time detaching her strap before she looks up at you. to your surprise there are tears shining in her eyes, you can count the number of times you've seen shuri cry on one hand so you're a bit taken aback.
"i love you too shuri, more than i could ever completely put into words, and i want you to be mine too" leaning in to place the softest kiss to her lips
instead of speaking she wraps her arms around you. you think of the sight you must make, the both of you naked, fucked out and on your knees, hugging each other tightly and you can't help but smile. shuri exhales shakily by your ear.
"i am yours, intliziyo yam, i swear to Bast i belong to you and only you... no one else."
end notes: i knoww, i know i promised shuriri, which this is not. i promise its still coming, im just being super picky with the dialogue idk why. but pls enjoy this in the meantime. also, requests 💌 are unfortunately closed for the rest of the year, i rlly need to clear my drafts lol, but hopefully they should be back open soon. as usual, i hope y’all enjoy it and constructive criticism (or kisses) is always welcome tysmmm ♡♡
xhosa translations: "sthandwa" - "my love", "usana" - "baby", "intliziyo yam" - "my heart"
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