Contains: Petty Argument, Overreacting reader, Overprotective Shuri, Bratty reader, Angry Shuri/reader, Reader testing the fuck out of Shuriâs patience, apologetic reader. Smut (18+), Sub Shuri đ«Š, (I was inspired lol) Reader has PTSD from her past abusive relationship.
A/N: This is in the âShameâ universe. I just felt like writting. So this is a side quest as I write PTV. I hope yâall enjoy!
âMholo ngalentsasa, umfazi wam.â Your wifeâs voice was soft, slightly raspy with sleep this morning. You sensed an aggitated apprehensiveness in her tone, even in your groggy state. Her back was to you as she sat in the lounge area of the bedroom, eating a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch while watching the news. Your vision was still blurry, eyes sensitive to the amount of sun shining into the room, as you stare at the back Shuriâs head from the bed.
âGood Morning baby, are you eating cereal? I was going to cook breakfast for us.â You stretch, becoming more aware of your surroundings, and most importantly of your body, you recognize the pounding headache at your temples and the aching in your bones.
âIt is just after noon, 12:02 to be exact, and you sweet girl, are sick.â Your eyes bulge at her revelation of the time.
âAfternoon!â You shot up fast, and was  immediately hit with an overwhelming dizzyness that forced you to lay back against the headboard. You were in denial about the final part of her statement, even though your body ached from head to toe, you had the sweats, and your head was pounding. But, you were on tour and had no intention of canceling tonightâs show.
She glanced at you over her shoulder. âTake it slow, my love. You tossed and turned all night, running a fever. I had Griot check your vitals and your fever got dangerously high. I was up all night making sure you were alright. Youâve been sweating a lot so you need to hydrate.â Hesitance laced her tone as she stared ahead at the television. Your face was plastered all over the news. Fans already lined up outside of the arena waiting to see you perform. âI think that it would be best if you cancelled tonightâs show, no?â Shuri knew that her advice would not be well received, and braced herself.
âUh no! Shuri you shouldâve woke me up. Iâm not canceling my show! Now Iâm gonna be rushing.â You try standing only for your body to reject it. Landing right back onto the bed. Shuriâs chin dropped to her chest, pinching her nose trying not to allow her frustration to over power her rationale.
âSthandwa, itâs been weeks. Youâre over due a break. I told you this was going to happen and that you need to slow down.â Shuri spoke with her usual calm demeanor. Trying to keep you from going into a panic.
âI have!â Your voice went up an octave as you lied to no one except for yourself. Shuri threw her arm over the back of the couch, finally turning to look at you fully âNo. You have not.â She rebutted. You roll your eyes sitting on the side of the bed. You notice the lounge wear you wore to bed had been changed. You were sure that was courtesy of your thoughtful wife.
âUuuuugghhh Shuri. Please. I donât have the energy for this.â
âRight. That is exactly my point. How do you plan to do a show in your condition ubusi?â Shuri cocked her head to the side as she waited for an answer that would make sense.
âIâll take something for the pain and fever, go back to sleep for a couple of hours, and Iâll be ok when I wake up.â Shuri placed her half eaten bowl onto the table, getting up to walk over to the bed. She got on one knee in front of you. Grabbing one of your hands and lifting your chin with her other.
âNo you wonât. Baby, your body is exhausted, it can only take so much more.  Iâve been medicating you all night. It keeps coming back. You need rest. You have to know when to take a break, or this lifestyle is going to break you.â You groan in defiance.
âI understand you mean well Shuri but I have an obligation to my fans. If I cancel tonight itâs going to complicate everything. Weâll have to refund everyone. Pay a fine to the venueâŠand damnit I just want to perform! Itâs Madison Square Garden for Bast sake!â You whined. You leaned forward catching your head in your hands in frustration. Shuri rubbed your arm comfortingly.Â
âDonât stress yourself. I understand. I know you love what you do. You put a lot of hard work into it, and I admire that. But, Thando youâre taking your body through a lot of physical strain. Training with the Dora, learning your duties as consort, and actively on tour. Itâs physically impossible for any human.âÂ
âYou have more on your plate than I do. And youâre doing just fine!â Shuri, being true to the patient woman that you married, continued being calm during your temper tantrum.
âBamboâlawami, while I am human, I have a bit of an advantage here. I should hardly be the determining factor for your work ethic. You need to let something go.â If Shuri only knew where her statement would take this, she would immediately swallow those words. Your head jerks back as you look down at Shuri, chuckling though very unamused.
âOOOOh, ok⊠Iâm getting it now. Is the career I built getting in the way of my duties for Wakanda?â You raised a brow as Shuri mimicked your prior movement, her head jerking back in confusion.
âWhat? That has nothing to do with what I said.âÂ
âNo. But, it has everything to do with what you implied.â You say, your words laced with spite.Â
The creases in her forhead increased with each word that came from your mouth.
âSthand-â
âDonât fucking SthANdwa me. I already know what youâre gonna say. âYou are being unreasonable Entle, I only want whatâs best for you.â When we both know that this your way of introducing the idea of me giving up my career, so that I can play the submissive Queens consort? Walk to the right and two steps behind you!?â Shuri sat back on her haunches, completely taken aback. She snickered.
âAre you for real? I-â Your hand comes up, placing it directly into your wifeâs face. She bit into the corner of her bottom lip. A sneer appearing on her upper, as her nostrils flared.
âI donât want to hear shit you have to say. Iâm doing this and every other show I have scheduled for MY tour. Iâm not giving up who I am and what IâVE built to play small and be your little wife.â You go to mush Shuriâs face but her hand quickly grasped your wrist placing your hand gently back onto the bed.Â
âWhoa. Youâre loosing it Nkosazana. Dont put your hand in my face. Donât ever disrespect me like that.â Her pointer finger came up, centered between your eyes.Â
âAnd what are you gonna do?â You say swatting her hand away. She removed her hand before you could make contact. You place your hand back into her face and she swats it. The two of you go through this back in forth for a moment until frustration takes over and you catch Shuri off guard pushing her away from you making her land on her butt.Â
âY/n what the fuck are you doing!?â Shuriâs voice became high pitched as confusion took over her. She remained seated on the floor.
âMy intent is not to start an arguement with you. Youâre stressed and not feeling well. Apparently, you have some other unrelated issue with me, that we should discuss at a better time. Because, no way youâre taking my concern for your health as some sort of power play.â The statement came out as a question.
âYup.â You say crossing your arms and rolling your neck.Â
âY/n.â
âYuuup.â You say more aggressive. Shuri squinted her eyes a smirk turning up one of her cheeks.
âYea?â
âYupâ You repeat.
âChildish.â You shrug staring at her waiting impatiently for whatever it was she had to say. Quietly, her eyes scan over your body. Had it been any other time, or had you felt better the look on her face wouldâve folded you like origami. However, now you had an unwarranted point to prove. Just because Shuri was a sexy, domineering goddess didnât mean you were going to drop everything for her. You built your image without her and planned to maintain it. You were a Queen in your own right before marrying Shuri, this was your shit!
âIt seems as though weâre past not arguing.â You cock your head to the side with all the attitude you can muster, as Shuri stands to her feet, clenching her jaw.Â
 âLlisten, Your health at the moment is what matters to me. That is all this is about.â
âPuhâ lease, you been on this shit. Does my success make you insecure Shuri?â You continued pushing your invalid point. Shuri closed her eyes.
âBast, Iâm trying to keep my composure.â
âAnd if you loose it?â You raise a brow continuing to challenge Shuri. She stepped forward Jaw clenched.Â
âYou want to act like a child, y/n? Fine, Iâll treat you like one. If you so much as think about going to that show tonight, Iâm going to hunt you down and drag your little ass back into this house and chain you to the bed. Do you understand me?â
Your mouth dropped, a sudden burst of energy hit you as you lept to your feet standing on the bed in an attempt to over power Shuri.Â
âWho the fuck you think you talking to?!!â Shuri snorted turning to walk away.Â
âThe only person confused in here is you. I guess the 103 degree fever you were running was boiling your brain cells. Iâll be happy to remind you who YOU are speaking with. We maybe consorts but I rule over you. Calm yourself.â She punctuated her sentence jabbing her finger in your direction. âYouâve gotten beside yourself. Iâll shut the fucking city down before I let you leave this house thinking itâs ok to distrespect me the way you are. The only point Iâm making is that youâre running that beautiful body of yours into the ground. And itâs going to give way mama.â At this point you were relentless.Â
âHa! Oh thatâs cute kitten.â Shuri shook her head chewing on the insides of her cheeks. Confused at how you even got to this point. Sheâd made her way back to the sitting area plopping down onto the couch. You followed. âBe serious, your intimidated because Iâm not one of these thirsty bitches that need you. Iâm good on my own and I could have just as much without you and your trying to ta-â Shuri shot back to her feet. Making her way to you in a few long strides.
âI DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR LITT-.â Shuri tried stopping herself before playing into this foolish argument, but it was too late. You had shook her calm front, and cut her off.
âThere it is!! There the fuck it is! Show yourself!âÂ
âEVERYDAY! Y/n EVERY FUCKING DAY I go out of my way making sure youâre happy and ok. And you think I would wait until you were Iâll to push some dumb ass agenda Iâve been hiding into you.â You stare at her unyielding in your point. Shuri stepped back chuckling, She threw her hands up in surrender.
âYou know what. Fuck it. Do as you please! Fuck me for giving a shit about my wife. Go risk your LIFE to dress in a strip of fabric and clap your ass in front of an a arena full of strangers. Iâm done!â You smirk.
âProved my point.âÂ
âDiscussion over.â
âI bet it is.â
âOVER!â Your eyes connected with Shuriâs. Though you may not have been very connected with your own limits. You knew Shuriâs. So you chose to heed her warning. You stomped around the room collecting your things while Shuri sat slumped on the couch attending to business on her Kimoyo beads.Â
âIâm going to wait for the car at Brunoâs and Iâll stay with my sister after my show.â
âDo what you gotta do.â Her voice had gone down an octave, raspy and tired. Your aching body wanted so bad to go over, fall into her lap, and let her nurse you back to health. But, the stubbornness in you, the part that was afraid to rely fully on Shuri or anyone because of your checkered past relationships pressed on.Â
âEat a dick.â You say calmly before snatching open the door, and slamming it as hard as you could behind you.Â
âTuh.â And a snicker was Shuriâs only reaction. Her nonchalance only a weak bandage for the wound youâd just caused her.
Shuri was in a bad mood. It was apparent in her stifling demeanor as she swaggered backstage. Her lack of sleep, the heated argument between the two of you, and pure worry for her wife drove her to an astute level of unapproachable. Her shades hid her frustrated eyes, but her demeanor was not to be misunderstood.
Sheâd tried getting some rest, tried staying away and letting you do your thing. But, even when she was pissed at you her love and protective instincts for you would always over power any anger. So, after stubbornly tossing and turning on the couch, and stomping through the house mumbling angrily to herself, after her failed attempt at sleeping. She decided to take a shower, and then she found herself getting dressed, grabbing keys, and heading in the direction of Madison Square Garden in the Royal Talon.Â
You were halfway through your set, as she walked over to the wings. Your tour Manager Wayne stood watching intently, until he felt the presence of the Queen approaching. Shuri saw his shoulders visibly tense as she walked up beside him.
âWhy do you look nervous Wayne? Is there a reason you would need to be cautious around me?â She never made eye contact. Just leaned  her shoulder onto a pillar, crossing her legs at the ankle, staring out onto the stage.
âN-no I-â She cut him off, not having the patience to beat around the bush.
âTell me, have you seen my wife today?â
âUh, Well yes.â Shuriâs jaw tensed as she nodded, somehow the shades covering her eyes made this moment even more frightening for the man. The lights from the stage casting a red glow over her.Â
âReally? Because if you had. You would know that she is in no condition to be on that stage tonight.â Her head turned slightly to the right of her where Wayne stood shifting on his feet.
âShe said sheâd be good by show time. E-everyone was already here I-I couldnât cancel. I was just doing as she sa-âÂ
âIsnât apart of your job to make sure that my wife is in good health. Does it not matter if the artist is well? Or are you just worried about your check? Because, I can get you your check, and  itâll be the last. Was this one show worth your job Wayne?â Shuri raised a brow, and a sarcastic smile spread across Shuriâs face.Â
âIâm so-â The shivering teary eyed man began.Â
âShuri!â Dani marched up standing in between the two of them. Interupting the tense moment.
âWayne, go gather yourself. I hear the Queen is on a little power trip because she canât control my sister. Sheâll get over it.â Shuri scoffed as Wayne rushed off.Â
âI heard you were here terrorizing the staff because y/n went through with her show. Lay off it Shuri! This is a sold out show at Madison Square Garden! Youâre not about to mess this night up for her.â
âMe! Mess it up! Dani have you even seen your sister up close for the past couple of weeks!? Sheâs fucking exhausted. Sheâs pushing herself entirely too hard.â
âSo, she has to give up her career?!â
âWHO THE FUCK IS SAYING THAT! Demethi! You two are definietly related. She JUST NEEDS A BREEAAAAAK! From EVERYTHING! GAHDAMN!âÂ
âI think she knows her limitations. Sheâs putting on a flawless show. You canât control-â
âI donât -âŠ. You know what Dani, Itâs best if  nobody says shit to me tonight. Iâm here to ensure my wifeâs safety. Keep the rest.â Dani rolled her eyes.
âWhatever.â She said as her and Shuri stood silently watching the show.Â
She watched your body move, as you sang effortlessly. The truth was Shuri loved watching you in your element. The joy in your face, the sound of your voice. How you lost yourself becaming an entirely different being on stage. She loved even more the private shows she got after a show was over, the both of you all riled up. You, from trying to turn your wife on while onstage. Her, from you succeeding. Yea. After show sex was Shuris favorite. A smirk found itâs way to Shuriâs lips as she thought about your escapades. She didnât want to argue. She just wanted you to be ok, and she couldnât rest until she felt that you were. Taking something that you loved and excelled at would have never crossed Shiriâs mind, and it hurt her that you believed it would.
The show was coming to an end, and per usual it had been effortless. You did your final song. thanking your fans as the band continued to play you off stage. Shuri felt silly. Maybe she had overreacted. But, was she wrong? All sheâd wanted was for you to be safe and healthy. You couldnât be too mad at her for that. Could you?
The crowd roared as you did your signature strut off of the stage. The walk Shuri loved so much. Her eyes trailed over your body, starting at your feet, up to those thick thighs, your non existent waist, your beautiful bouncing breast, and then that gorge-. Thatâs when Shuri saw it,  your face was pale, washed out. There was fear in your eyes as you approached the wings as fast possible. Shuriâs face dropped as you got out of view of the crowd. She stepped forward.
âY/n, babe.â Your eyes met her shaded ones, and you made it to your wife just in time to wrap your arms around her neck and faint.Â
âSis! Y/n!â Dani yelled, running to Shuriâs side. Jumping into action Shuri swooped the rest of your limp body up into her arms.Â
âMove!â She yelled as she made her way through the crowded back stage. Chaos, ensued as everyone realized what was happening. Shuri tried making it to the Talon fighter, everything she needed to nurse you conscious was there, but suddenly she felt you stiffening in her arms. She stopped in her tracks looking down at you.
âEVERYBODY GIVE HER SOME SPACE SHES SEIZING! Someone get me something to cushion her head!â She barked orders as people ran around trying to find ways to help, or just stood staring. She gently placed you on your side as your sister took off her jacket placing it under your head, as your body began jerking.Â
âItâs ok baby Iâm here. Iâm going to make sure youâre ok.â Medics rushed in with a gurney, directing everyone not to hover. Shuri lie on the floor above your head. Whispering words of encouragement.Â
âI got you baby. Hang in there. Itâll be over soon.â Once you stopped seizing, They moved into action. Hurrying to get you onto the gurney before you went into another seizure.Â
âTake her to the roof. Iâm taking her home. We have whatever medical assistance she needs.â Shuri ordered as her and your sister ran beside the gurney. The Dora and your team followed close behind.Â
Once safely on the aircraft Shuri had you placed you in a bed. Her first goal to hydrate you. Sheâd noticed weeks ago that in your attempt to juggle everything you werenât eating enough, or staying hydrated. Your body had been running on fumes. Not getting nearly enough of anything it needed. Food, water, or sleep. Not to mention all of the sweating you did in your sleep last night. Sheâd spoken on it several times, and she continuously went ignored. Now your body had finally caved. She worked on you silently. Cutting off the restricting clothes. Giving you fluids through an IV and placing a cooling pad over your body. A tear fell from her eye and she quickly wiped it away. Sheâd never forgive herself for not being more insistent on you canceling if something happened to you.Â
âGriot. Does she showing signs of any injury?â
âAssessing damage Panther.â She waited patiently as Griot scanned your body. âIkumkani wam shows no signs of injury.â
âThank Bast.â Shuri breathed a sigh of relief.Â
You began to stir and Shuri stood to her feet walking over to your side. She held your hand as you opened your eyes.Â
âHey there, pretty girl.â She says leaning in, gently caressing the side of your face.Â
âW-what happened?â
âYou fainted, and had a seizure.â Your eyes widened before you averted your eyes.Â
âIâm not here for I told you so baby. Iâm just happy youâre ok.â
A soft knock at the door interrupted the moment.Â
âDid I hear her talking?â Your sister walked in with Wayne trailing behind. âGirl thank God youâre up. You scared the shit out of me!â Your sister came over kissing your forehead.
âYes weâre all happy to see you up. You gave us all quite a scare.â Wayne said. Your team stood outside of the door not wanting to overwhelm you. Shuri spoke up.Â
âIâm glad you all are here. I think this is a perfect time for me to voice how I donât appreciate the complete disregard for my wifeâs health. If it was my say all of you would be fired.â
âShuri.â You say about to chastise her when she threw a look over her shoulder that let you know now was not the time.
âIâm being as nice as I have the patience to be right nowâŠ.Itâs been a long day. You all will postpone the tour for two weeks.â You gasp.
âShuri thatâs excessive! I alrea-â Shuri turned all the way around looking down at you from her seated position.Â
âIâm sorry sthandwa..Did that sound like a request? I shouldâve went with my first mind and shut it down last night. However, this is your thing. So I deemed it necessary to run it by you first. But, since you donât seem to know your limits Iâll be taking things into my own hands until you prove to me you can. And itâs not up for discussion.â She spoke firm staring directly into your eyes, and there was no room for argument. She directed her attention back to your team.Â
âCall the venues, get a price point on the fines and the date changes. Let me know. Iâll take care of it. Staff will also be compensated. Just get it done. All business is to go through me and me only for the next two weeks. Got it.â Everyone acknowledged her with a firm yes and she dismissed everyone to allow you to rest. With the exception of Dani, who decided to stay with the two of you to help out.
Shuri pulled up a document on her Kimoyo beads and began typing.
âWhat are you doing?â You ask
âRequesting that MâBaku take my place for the next two weeks. So I donât overwhelm myself.â
She side eyed you and you looked away. She turned around to you grabbing your chin, turning your head back toward her.Â
âUbusi, when I met youâŠItâs likeâŠ.I grew another limb. You became apart of me. Apart of my body, and If youâre not ok neither am I. I need you to take care of my body baby. There is no strength without rest.â You bite into your lip. Your wife always had a beautiful way with words.Â
âI understand. Iâm sorry about earlier I-â
âLetâs not talk about that now. You need to get some rest. Iâm not dismissing it. Just saving it for another time. Ok?â You nod and she softly kissed your lips.
For the next week you watched your wife take care of your business. You noticed how much attention to detail she had to have been paying to the way you ran things, before you got sick. She didnât miss a beat. She made sure you ate, hydrated, and rested. Took meetings with venues and made sure your staff was paid, suggesting that they rest as well. You also noticed, that with all the care and love she was giving you, she was still a bit stand off-ish.Â
âBaby whatâs wrong?â Youâd find yourself asking constantly. Sheâd always rebut with, âNothing my love, just a lot on my plate.â However, you knew better.
Her kisses were light and didnât linger, sheâd bring your meals, but, wouldnât snuggle up, and eat them with you. And when you two went to bed sheâd kiss your forehead and turn over away from you. You hated it!Â
The two of you still hadnât talked about the argument. The more you thought about it, the more guilty you felt for overreacting. Youâd gone entirely too far. You knew that you had really hurt her with some of your harsh opinions about how she felt about you and your career. Regret was as simple as you could put it, as you watched her handle the the career you built with all the love, just as you would. You had been wrong, and hurtful. And It was your turn to apologize.
Shuri pulled into the driveway. Taking a deep breath as she turned off the car. To be honest, home had been hard for her lately. She struggled with when to bring up the fact that you had hurt her. How did this part of your relationship go? Was she even allowed to be hurt? The two of you had never made it to this point. Shuri had always been the one ruining everything, and apologizing profusely. But, sheâd fixed it. She was putting her best foot forward in this marriage. Being the best wife she knew how to be. She thought youâd known that. What was she doing wrong where you didnât see?
She had been sitting in the car for 15 minutes. Meetings with your team, updates with the council, and checking in on her lab filled her day and she was ready to get some rest. Finally she decided to get out. Her energy was heavy as she walked to the front door placing her key in the lock. Stepping inside of her home she was immediately met with red and gold rose petals. Large glass vases filled with long stem roses, and candles led a path to a table beautifully set for two. You sat on the table, legs crossed in your sheer black floor length dress, breast on display with an edible arrangement settled on your lap, with the words sorry carved out in pineapple. A huge teddy bear that read âI love youâ sat in the corner and balloons with apologies written all over them,  littered every corner of the room. But over top of your head were huge balloons that individually spelled. IM SORRY. In case she wasnât getting the message.
Shuri was stuck, speechless at the door. The last time youâd done something this beautiful for her was when you proposed. The thought brought tears to her eyes, as she took it all in.
âI know grand gestures and elaborate apologies are usually your thing. But, I thought Iâd take a jab at it this time.â Shuri chuckled as a tear fell down her cheek. You looked at your beautiful wife. Today she was apparently feeling her femininity. A jean dress that hugged her silhouette so perfectly graced her beautiful body. Her braids were adorned with golden string, and her makeup was perfection. You couldnât help but think that you were a lucky women.Â
âYou look beautiful, Sweet Lady.â She look down slightly and you could tell she was trying to hide her blush. It brought a smile to your face.
âI promise I didnât over exert myself. Dani helped with dinner, and I had a few other hands with helping me get all of this set up, before I kicked everyone out.â You stood from the table placing the edible arrangement onto it. You reach out your hand to her. âCome here.â Shuri made her way to you, heels clicking against the marble floors. When she was close enough you grabbed her hands.
âBaby Iâm sorry. For a lot of things. But, first of all for putting my hands on you. I was delirious. I am fully aware we donât operate that way. Iâm sorry I didnât listen to you, and that I made things more difficult than they had to be. And most importantly, Iâm sorry for the things I said. I know I have a habit of putting my guard back up in certain areas of my life out of protection for myself. I recognize I donât have to do that with you. I recognize how ungrateful and entitle Iâve been. Overlooking your effort. I do see you. And Iâm very appreciative of the work you put in for us.â Shuri sniffles looking down at her feet. You lift her chin slightly so that her eyes can meet your own again. She bit into her lip, her low eyes connecting with yours.Â
âI can see that I hurt you, and I hate it. I wish I could take everything I said back because I didnât mean it in the slightest. Those werenât words meant for you, and who youâve shown yourself to be to me. I let the past infiltrate what we have now, and for that I truly apologize Shuri. So, if you give me the chance, I can be better at showing you how much I appreciate you. I know you know I love you. Iâll forever be in love with you. I donât want to mess us up either. Your love is wonderful, and I donât want to loose you.â
Shuri had tears streaming down both of her cheeks now. You use the paid of your thumb to wipe away the tears. Finally, the two of you step into eachothers arms. âI love you sthandwa, Iâm giving this all I got.â She finally says. The softness in her tone almost broke you.
âI know baby. And youâre perfect.â you say wrapping your arms around her neck as she buries her face into yours. She picks her head up, placing her forhead to yours staring into your eyes.
âI miss you.â She says. You nod. Knowing exactly what she means.Â
âI miss you too. Can I kiss you?â You ask. She nods.
You close the distance and give your wife a long lingering kiss for the first time in days. Your lips slide against eachothers longingly. Passionately. This woman would forever be your heart. Your everything.
âIâm sorry,â you whisper against her lips.
âI forgive you, baby.â She responds.
âI need to touch you Shuri. Can I touch you please mama?â Another request came from you against her lips. She moaned her reply into your mouth. One of your arms slipped from around her neck. Gliding down her clothed chest to her abs, to the hem of her form fitting dress. You hike up her dress, your fingers brushing against her silk lined clit, her body shivered against your touch as she stepped further into you. Her mouth gapped open at the sensation, as you rubbed up and down against her.Â
âIt feels like you need me to touch you. But, you wonât tell me what you need beautiful.â Shuriâs knees buckled a bit as she backed you against the table.Â
âUh uh, calm down panther. I want to take care of you. Tell me you need me.â  She panted against your mouth as you stroke her bud. âUhn. I-I need y-you please baby.â You smirk against her lips. âGood girl.âÂ
Shuri moaned, as the two of you switch positions Shuri now pressed into the table.
Your kissing became more intense. Pressing her up against the table, she lifts your dress as you firmly plant your thigh between her muscular legs. Shuri whimpers quietly, grabbing the back of your head and kissing you voraciously. Your bodies heave together, squirming, and writhing. Your thighs intertwined as you hungrily rub her vulva over her panties.
 She pulls you as close to her as possible, her nails unconsciously digging into your back. You pull away from her mouth, and begin kissing her neck. Sighing as she tugs on your hair.Â
âI need you Shuri.â You say as you find the zipper at the back of her dress. Slowly unzipping her dress, pulling it down her shoulders. âI need you in my life. To be loved by you. To touch you. To taste you. I love you so much.â
Your hand finds her breast under a sheer, silky bra. You feel her nipple poking through the soft fabric, and take it between your two fingers, massaging it slowly.
âFuck y/n.â She whispers, her hips continued to rotate on your thigh, her head thrown back eyes closed in concentration.
Wanting to feel her skin, you unhook her bra and let it fall off of her shoulders. Taking her small perky breast in your hand, you caress it softly, tracing circles around her nipple. Giving each one equal attention.Â
âYouâre so perfect. Beautiful and perfect. All of you.â
You take a nipple into your mouth and suck lightly, encircling, and kissing each one. Shuri begans frantically moaning  trying to rub her self against you harder. You lightly run your fingers up and down her bare back.Â
âTell me what you need pretty girl.â You whisper in her ear. âTell me what I gotta do?â Shuri whimpers.
âBast, I love it when you talk to me like that.â
âMmm Daddy Panther wants to be my pretty girl tonight?â Shuri grabs the front of your dress. As her hips continue to grind against you.Â
âEwe! Let me be your good girl.â Your core throbs at the pretty sound of her voice.Â
She sits eye level with you. You stare intently into her eyes taking her lower lip into your mouth, sucking as your hands slide gently down her sides, onto her thighs, and inside her panties.Â
She lets out sweet a little moan and buries her head in your neck. She breathes heavily on your skin as you gently rub her mound, pressing hard against her clit. Your finger slides between her lips to find her slick and wet, her clit rock-hard.Â
âNdive kamnandi (make me feel good)â Her body shivered against yours.Â
âWhatever you want baby girl. Whatever you want.â
You continue, rubbing on her clit, with calculated strokes soft, slow, up, down.Â
âPlease baby I need more. Uhn I want to cum for you sthandwa.â
She grips the back of your neck tighter as she lets out a breathy shudder. You move your  fingers in and out of her pussy. You felt her ridges squeezing against your fingers as her hips meet your thrust. Your thumb rubbed delicate circles on her clit as tears began to run down her cheeks.
"Yes baby right there!â She says. You start pressing hard against the upper wall of her pussy. She nearly collapses from this intense sensation. Her thighs shaking beneath you.Â
âOoohh fuck me y/n. You make me feel so fucking sexy.â Your mouth was agape as you watched Shuri bounce against your fingers. She looked more erotic than youâd ever seen her before dress bunched at her waist. Sweat begining to glisten over her beautiful breast, and one of her toned legs thrown over your shoulder, her pretty feet still adorned in her heels.Â
âI could cum just looking at you right now Shuri. I canât believe youâre mine. Fuuuck.â
Your arm supported her back so she wouldnât  fall as you brought her closer to the edge of the table.  She tenses up against you now, squeezing you with both arms. A steady stream of the most beautiful sounds to ever exit Shuriâs mouth flowing into your ears.
âYouâre close baby I can feel you. Give it all to me.â
The web of your hand pressed hard against her clit as your fingers pump in and out of her. You grab her clit between your middle and index fingers, pulling the foreskin up and down. A gasp escapes her mouth.Â
âAhhhh fuckgiveitgiveittomegiveittome!â
Her words ran together as you continued to work her pussy. Teasing bringing her to the edge and slowing down because you didnât want this to end. You loved seeing your powerful wife like this. Putty at the tips of your fingers.
By now your fingers are drenched and pruning. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, as she fell back against the table gripping the cloth. She's whispering under her breath for you to fuck her, growing more and more insistent. You were mesmerized. She began to stifle screams and you reach forward pulling a pineapple from the stick. Placing the S in sorry into your wifeâs mouth.Â
âHere baby. That should keep that pretty mouth quiet.â
She bites into the fruit hard. Itâs juices running down the sides of her face. âUuuuuuhhhnnn.â She lets out a long moan muffled by the the fruit. You fuck her harder, as she drools, her back begining to arch off of the table. "I'm gonna come," she says breathlessly, her mouth still full. Her body begans twitching and convulsing uncontrollably.
"It's okay, l've got you baby. Give me that shit." You lean over whispering in her ear and kissing it lightly. A few more strokes to her G-Spot, your thumb circling her clit, and you finally let her release. She lets out a long, tremulous sigh, her eyes rolling back into her head before her whole body goes limp in your arms. She comes hard, her pussy clamping down on your fingers. Her warm cream coating your hand as  you take out your dripping wet fingers. You suck her juices from your fingers and lean over her grabbing the bottom of the s of her pineapple with your teeth. Tearing it from her mouth and pecking her lips as she lay catching her breath.
You squat in front of her. Coming face to face with your work. Her panties soaking wet and rolled to the side of her fat pussy her clit jutting out between the lips. Quivering. Calling out to you. You place her heeled foot onto your shoulder and answered the call. Cleaning her up, sucking all the cum from her lower lips. And spitting it back into her clit before taking it into your mouth. Her hips buck upwards as she reached down holding your head in place.Â
âToo sensitive.â She says. You reach up moving her hand from your head holding it in your hand. âYou can do it.â You kiss the tip of her clit and once again engulf it.Â
âUuughhh!!â She lets out, as you suck up and down on her engorged clit. âBaby itâs too much.â
âSheâs calling me Shuri.âÂ
âUmphhh Fuuuck!â She says as you continue sucking her. You rub your face in it. Getting your face full of her juices. You felt Shuri tensing underneath you. Holding her breath.Â
âBreathe, baby. Deep breaths.â She tryed following your instructions, and you felt the exact moment the pleasure took over body.
Her heels painfully dug into your shoulders, egging you on.Â
âDamnit! Y/n!â She yelled, as she let out huffs of breath. Breathing through the intense pleasure.Â
âTell me you like it baby.â Your fingers reentered her sweet pussy as you ate her like your final meal.
âFUUUUUCCCCK! I love it. You drive t-this pussy crazy! Uuhhhnnn Bast! Get up! I gotta pee! I-Iâm gonna e-explode!â You dive in fucking her harder sucking her faster. âY/n, MOOVVVEE!â Her body writhed violently on top of the table anything that had been on top of it now long gone.Â
âEH!â A high pitched scream left her mouth as her body almost levitated into a seated position. Her eyes and mouth wide. She grabbed the back of your neck pressing you up into her pussy, as her hips began to thrust hard against your face. You felt a gush of liquid hit the back of your throat. Unattatching yourself from her you began to cough, only to go back in and suck some more of her. Letting Shuri cover your face in her essence. She slid from the table. Both of you falling to the floor. She landed on all fours. Pussy still hovering over top of your face. You lift up kissing it.Â
âStop! Stop, stop.â She said shivering. She lowered her body between you legs laying on top of your chest, and you let out a hiss. She looked up seeing small holes left by her heels on your shoulders.Â
âDid I do that!? Iâm so sorry babe.â You laugh.Â
âTrust me baby, I enjoyed it.â She leaned forward kissing, licking and sucking your sex injuries as you carressed the small of her back moaning from the feel of her mouth on you.Â
A wrapped gift caught the corner of your eye amidst all of the broken dishes and fruit on the floor. âOh. I almost forgot!â Shuri hummed as she continued to tend to your wounds. You reach over grabbing the box. Tapping her back, signaling her to get up. She looks down at the box as she sits all the way up straddling your waist.
âWhatâs this?â
âOpen it. Youâll see.â You giggle as she rolls her eyes. She removes the ribbon and wrapping papper. Opening the box to two diamond Catier bracelets.Â
âApology diamonds you say.â Theyâre engraved. She picked them up looking inside.Â
One read âFor betterâ the other read âFor worseâ.Â
Shuri looked looked into your eyes tears brimming her eyes. You smile.
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