synopsis: you’re an arising model with a crush on the queen of wakanda that has finally manifested itself, and you catch her attention at the royal ball where the most important people attend. you, being from the river tribe happen to be born into one of those important families and you finally let shuri know how much you’ve been craving her, unaware she’s felt the same for maybe even longer than you have…
ubusuku obuhle - good evening, sthandwa - my love
contains: smut, shuri x black female reader, fingering, grinding, cunnilingus <3
picture on right for dress reference, song recommended below, lower case intended, enjoy x
finally, here you were, at 5pm, in your baba’s beautiful vibranium enriched vehicle, taking you from the river tribe city to the most important ceremony of the season. of course, you couldn’t hold your excitement as you saw the vast golden gates open at your arrival, signifying that you were in the golden tribe territory, which was a feeling you couldn’t get over. meanwhile, your mum and dad rambled on in the front about the tragedy that was the recent death of queen ramonda. “she was the best queen we ever had, wakanda will greatly suffer from this.” your dad uttered, before turning the wheel swiftly to the right as he drove down to the semi-full parking space. the whole country tilted sideways after the news and you couldn’t help but think about how the princess- no, queen shuri was feeling after also having lost her brother to an unknown disease.
“y/n darling, you can come out now.” your mum announced joyously, as she packed her handbag. you didn’t even realise the car had stopped as you were so deep in your daydreaming,
“y/n darling, you can come out now.” your mum announced joyously, as she packed her handbag. you didn’t even realise the car had stopped as you were so deep in your daydreaming,
“yes mother.” you said hurriedly, as you undid ur seatbelt, carried your purse and opened the car door, closing it securely behind you. it took you three months to plan what you were going to wear for this day but it wasn’t even that amazing. you wore a blue dress that had cuts on the side which exposed some of your midriff as well as your back. moreover, it was sleeveless and exposed your upper torso, showing off your clean cut collarbones that fit your bone structure nicely. a large aureate necklace made from pure vibranium hung down your neck, complimenting your outfit in all its glory. you also wore some expensive golden heels that made you just a slight bit taller, but not too much. earlier, you had gone for a long hair appointment where they straightened your puffy 4c hair but also curled it, so it was like a 90s girls style which perfectly suited your facial features; it was no surprise as to why you appeared in many front pages of wakanda magazines, you were perfect model material.
“my daughter is so beautiful, you’ll definitely have all the men after you.” your mum complimented as she nudged your side, smiling from ear to ear as she looked and examined your stunning outfit.
“ah, that’s a stretch ma..” you smiled, rubbing your arm nervously. she never failed to make you feel good about yourself which is one of the reasons why she was one of your best friends.
“come on, oya chuku let’s go inside!” she excitedly says, calling my dad as he finally leaves the car. there aren’t much people outside which is understandable because it’s quite cold and the ball started an hour ago which means you were a bit late.
The three of you hurriedly went inside, bouncers at the door stop carefully scammed your invitation and once it was received as valid, the doors they guarded opened, revealing a literal paradise. the place was huge and you knew nothing but hard work went into building it. images on the walls explained their magical stories and exquisite artwork displayd themselves proudly. people dressed in wakandan attire bustled about, taking in their share of the surreal scenery. afrobeats blared in your ears from all directions, but the beats were so catchy and dance worthy, you couldn’t help but move your hips a little. you were so busy in your own world that you didn’t see your parents go off without you to talk to the elders. there wasn’t a lot of people there but it was enough to give you anxiety as you saw people eyeing you with looks of envy but also somewhat admiration? you were quite well known due to your popularity in the modeling industry but honestly you didn’t care, you just wanted to see…her.
the dora milajae stood around the room in a neat unified order, with their tall spears in hand, ready to handle any disruptions. their presence was formidable and reassured everyone’s safety; wakandan military was no joke at all. carefully, you roamed around the vicinity, finding the next best interesting thing. there were bars with any drink you could possibly think off as well as the lovely aroma of sweet bread and the notorious jollof rice. you weren’t hungry as you’d previously had some takeaway but you were killing for a drink, an alcoholic drink. your parents never let you drink any sort of alcoholic beverage as they strongly believed it was “bad for your soul”. obviously, they were superstitious as hell but you turned 20 two months ago and you’ve never drank before; you needed to have your share of fun right? with full confidence, you began your indirect journey to the bar ahead as you weaved in and out of people. before you could get there though, the loud sound of spears hitting the ground caused your body to jolt in shock as your eyes darted around the room in panic as to what was going on.
“haha, you’re as nimble as ever.” a familiar voice says out of nowhere from your left.
“kaya?” you questioned as you turned around, seeing your best friend walking up to you quite excitedly.
“yes bitch it’s me!” kaya squealed, hugging you tightly, “but we have to listen i think the queen is coming out now.” she said quietly after standing by your side as she pointed at the empty performance stage. you were happy about her arrival because at least you weren’t alone but upon hearing that, your heart started to race with anticipation as everyone in the ball room went hushed.
you felt your heart begin to swell as you waited; you don’t know why she made you feel such butterflies, but it was undeniably there, nestling within your chest.
all of a sudden, a cascade of claps roared up and you watched carefully as the queen of wakanda walked with confidence to the middle of the stage. you’re pretty sure your jaw physically dropped as soon as you saw her but you quickly put yourself together, looking around to make sure no one saw. queen shuri wore a black suit with crystal embezzles on the sides joining together at the back, as well as silver rings that perfectly snuggled around her slender fingers. she had recently shaved off her hair, leaving her with a buzz cut which did nothing but make her even more attractive for no reason. she wore black heels that perfectly complimented the outfit and made her even taller than she already was. she stood in the centre of stage, taking in the crowd of people below her as if she was mentally preparing what she was about to say.
“damn, she’s handsome as shit, right y/n.” kaya muttered shamelessly, looking at you for a reaction. you’d told her first about your infatuation with shuri and she wasn’t even the slightest bit surprise. she was a living embodiment of your type and kaya did believe you could actually pull it off. you turned to her, beaming widely as you nodded profusely to her comment. you looked back up at shuri and you swore you caught her looking at you but it was just for a split second before she cleared her throat and started to speak to her guests.
“ubusuku obuhle, thank you everyone for coming tonight,” she greeted, her accent thick with the dialect of wakanda, “as you all know i’ve been bethroned with the title of queen and i can assure you that i am determined to fulfill that duty as much as i can. wakanda is one of the most powerful nations in the world that my mother gave everything to and even though it’s almost impossible to walk in her noble footsteps, i want to be able to give my people all i can provide and make wakanda a better place for everybody.”
everyone in the crowd was solemn with the reminder of the queen ramonda, but nodded in agreement to shuri’s speech. they held nothing but trust for her and knew that she’d lead wakanda in the right direction.
you loved the way she spoke, with such intellect and passion that always managed to diffuse its way to everyone she talks to. her voice was almost like a lullaby that you’d sleep to but her words held such weight that never failed to impact you. although right now, everything she was saying was coming in one end and out the other as you stared longingly at her satisfying face, wishing to just smother it with kisses you know?
soon, she was done speaking and it had finished with the sea of claps again, even whistling making its way through the noise. she’d disappeared back behind the black curtains once again but you wish she’s come back and just blabber a little bit more so you could hear her sweet voice infest you ears. you mentally scolded your mind to stop having weird thoughts but it never really stopped. missing her already, you sighed and turned to kaya who was already waving at somebody she knew like the social butterfly she is.
“hey y/n, i’m going to go talk to him for a second, i’ll be back don’t worry!” kaya said, walking to a guy from the jibari tribe that she definitely liked.
“okay, don’t get pregnant, abeg.” you pleaded with fake concern. she laughed and flipped you off as she walked away. you internally smiled at her rather vulgar action but scoped your surroundings once again.
“oh yeah, my drink!” you remembered, throat parched even more as shuri took away all the last moisture left. you walked slowly, careful to not fall down in your heels and embarrass yourself. finally, you got there but were surrounding by people gisting and gossiping about god knows what. you catch the attention of the bartender, letting him now what you want.
“hey, may i have a dry martini?” you asked, remembering kaya had once told you to try it out other than the fact you have no knowledge of any alcoholic drinks.
“sure m’aam, do you have id?” he asked, waiting patiently for a reply.
you stopped, “uh…let me check.” fuck.
you hated situations like this. you faked checking inside your purse, knowing damn well your id was sitting on your dresser at home right now.
“fun fact, i actually left it at home, i’m 20 though.” you said, dropping your bag in a huff and hoping that would slide.
“no, i’m sorry you look younger, i need id.” he insisted, tapping his hand on the bar as other people behind you waited o order a drink too.
“shit, okay whatever never mind, it’s okay.” you said, waving your hand in dismissal as you exited the line. you didn’t know whether to take what he said as a compliment or an insult. bummed, you were about to walk away until you felt two hands grip your shoulders, pulling you back into your original position. annoyed, you look up to who had the audacity to touch you right now, when you were met with the last person you expected to see at this moment.
queen shuri?!?
your face immediately softened from the angry expression as she looked at you warmly with a bright smile, as if she’d known you for decades. your soul exited your body and buried itself out onto another planet as you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. surprised was an underestimate, you were bewildered, shocked, perplexed, all the above. you didn’t even have time to react as she shifted to talk to the bartender.
“put the dry martini on me, she’s actually my close friend and i can confirm she is of age, but thank you for taking your job seriously.” she bowed her head slightly as a sign of respect and the guy reciprocated.
“of course my queen, i’m sorry.” he apologized, heading to the back to whisk up the drink for you.
yes, your mouth was physically agape this time but the burning sensation of her hands still on your shoulders made your mind wonder into places you didn’t know it could. you side eyed her and slowly turned so your faces met once again before you looked away like a timide hamster.
“hello to you too.” she said with that raspy voice laced with her wakandan dialect. her hands finally left your shoulders and she turned her body to face you. you didn’t mean to be disrespectful or anything but you literally couldn’t formulate words right now, all your communication skills evaporated; you just stared at her.
she let out a little laugh, “ah, most people bow to me like 50 times but i guess you just like to stare.” she said jokingly, as she looked down at you from her overbearing height. as if clapped out of a trance, you stood straight and tilted your head forewards, “queen shuri, sorry for my manners.” you were trying your hardest to conceal your panic but it was probably quite obvious to shuri.
“no need for that, just call me shuri, it’s okay.” she said reassuringly, turning around to look at the landscape of the busy ball. people stared in awe at her and her aura was so powerful you could almost feel it; you couldn’t help but feel so inferior being this close next to her.
“what do you think, is it nice?” she asked, looking at you intently for an answer.
you gathered courage to look up at her but it immediately shriveled up as you met her hooded brown orbs, full of so much sincerity it was unreal.
“i think it’s beautiful, you did an amazing job which is obviously no surprise.” you replied, slowly gaining your confidence back.
“haha, you flatter me y/n.”
…what
how did she know your name? you stared up at her in confusion as you heard your name emitted from her loud and clear. she shifted her gaze to you, seeing your surprised expression, “you forget you’re kind of famous in wakanda right, you're on almost every magazine i see.” shuri explained with a smirk.
ah..
“yes, oh yes you’re right, i often forget that im perceived by other people.” you nervously chuckle, looking everywhere but her.
“you look amazing in them though, you could go global to be honest, your visuals are unreal.” she uttered in a quite sensual manner, turning her body to face you once again with her elbow propped against the bar; rizz overload. you could feel her eyes on you, maybe checking you out, but you couldn’t be too sure because you certainly weren’t looking up at her.
“that’s too large of a compliment, i doubt it.” you say, hands getting clammy as you fiddled with your bracelets trying your best not to freak the fuck out.
what do you do when the queen of fucking wakanda basically calls you hot?
yeah, i thought so.
"i could talk to your agents, work something out." she suggested, adjusting her suit like she wants to attract girls.
shit, fuck she was so sexy.
you coughed, trying to escape the thoughts swirling around ur head, “oh wow, that would be amazing my queen.” you smirked and bowed again almost teasing her.
“i told you to not do that.” she reprimanded and with a swift motion, she took your hand in hers, her soft palms enveloped with yours as she pulled you closer with her infamous smirk. her other hand snaked to the side of your waist and her face came close to your ear, her breath tickling the outside of it ever so slightly. you felt like you were about to explode, the pure charm this woman possessed was inhumane. however, your moment was interrupted by the cough behind you both, signifying your drink was ready; you lowkey forgot about it.
“oh, right thank you very much.” you quickly turned around quite embarrassed and formally bowed at the bartender as you took your dry martini, taking a careful sip.
shuri nodded at the man and turned her attention back to you, she watched as your face twisted in disgust as you swallowed some of the drink. it felt like hot iron just went down your throat and you don’t think you could ever get used to that. she couldn’t help but chuckle at your priceless expression.
“yeah, i can tell you don’t drink.” she commented, as you both walked along to the side to make space for others.
“yeah, this shit is nasty.” you said, swirling the drink in your hand, repulsed by the taste that was on your tongue a moment ago. yeah, you’re not drinking the rest of that so you stuck your hand out to try and give it to shuri.
“for me? aw, how nice but i don’t drink either thank you.” she cooed, kindly rejecting the poor dry martini as well.
damn, you two were more alike than you thought, i mean you never thought you’d get such a rare chance to be sharing a conversation with shuri to discover that but i guess you caught her attention.
she still took the glass from you and set it down upon a nearby table, holding eye contact with you the whole time.
the music was getting louder, the tension between the both of you thicker, you’re attraction to her growing as the seconds ticked away. as if she read your mind she asked, “do you want to leave, go somewhere more quiet?” her eyes bore into your soul as she stuck her hand out as an invitation for you to take it; what a gentlewoman.
you smiled, turning your head as you grew nervous but you ultimately accepted her hand and with that, the familiar feeling of her warm hands met yours and she led you both through the crowd. you had no idea where you were going but all you knew is that you were going to be alone with shuri, one on one, just you and her. peoples heads’ turned, eyes looked with curiosity since shuri was always the centre of attention so it was no surprise all eyes were on her. however, your social anxiety was going off the charts and you lowered your head in embarrassment. yes, you were used to it but not at the same time, you couldn’t explain it. there was a clear circle around you both as no one dared to interrupt the queen. curious as to where you were going, you looked up and saw kaya staring at you both wide eyed with a look of disbelief splattered across her face.
you mirrored her expression back and her face twisted into a smile, she mouthed, “you go girl!” as she lifted her fists in encouragement. you mouthed back, “thank you.” and waved goodbye at her as you continued to follow shuri who now had a tight grip on your hand as if letting go would cause something bad to happen. finally, she’d taken you behind the black curtain that she’d previously appeared from which hid the behind the scenes preparation for the ball. decorations hung loosely, tech people working on the lighting, some of the dora milaje guarding the rooms of the royal family. they saw you both but paid no attention as it wasn’t their business to know what the queen was up to, “here.” shuri’s voice was deeper as she pointed at a big noir coloured door infront of her. still holding your hand, she pushed it open with the other hand. the outer section lit up a bright purple as it recognized her handprints and let her in with ease. the technology in wakanda was insane and you knew it was due to shuri’s big brain power. the door opened to reveal a large room, quite modest in its aesthetic, large mirrors circled around the room, as it mimicked that of a walk in wardrobe. there was a long black couch situated in the corner where shuri led you to. her hand finally left yours as she sat down, moving some clothes to make some space for you.“i’m guessing this is your dressing room or something.” you said, still looking at each aspect of the place.
“mm, something like that.” shuri replied, shifting closer to you. you could tell she was feeling you right now but oh boy how she didn’t know how bad you wanted her to touch you all over-
“i’m gonna cut straight to the chase, i find you really attractive, and i anticipated your visit to the ball this evening.” shuri confessed, licking her two-toned lips flirtatiously as she said that. her voice remained deeper than before as she stared at you intensely for a reply. you were still shocked from the moment you met her but this was an opportunity of a lifetime and you weren’t going to waste it with your shy self.
“i’ll be so honest, i feel the same, i’ve wanted you ever since i saw.” you also confessed, mentally cringing at your words after you said them, but who cares, it was too late and she’d already heard them.
shuri didn’t reply to you, but a sly grin creeped upon her face as her piercing eyes averted from your face to your lap as her left hand moved to settle upon your exposed thigh from the slit in the dress, rubbing the smooth chocolate colored skin underneath. she looked back at you and she’s fixated on your glossy lips as her want for you grew uncontrollably.
yeah that’ll do it.
all the shyness in your body disappeared as you swiftly grabbed her face and looked at her lips as you hungrily joined them with yours. shuri deepened the kiss with equal needs as her hands desperately moved to touch what she can. you felt them carefully snake down to your ass and lightly squeeze it, which caused you to moan into her mouth. shuri used that as an opportunity to slip her tongue inside your mouth and you eagerly welcomed it as you moved closer to slightly grind yourself on her. the kiss went from soft and passionate to hungry and lustful as every touch felt like a spark of electricity coursing through your body, making you more horny than you already were; you could feel shuri smirking into the kiss as she knew how badly you wanted her. impatient as fuck, you arms laced themselves around shuri’s neck as her hands met your waist, pulling you closer as your fervent kiss was beginning to get more intense. shuri’s breath quietly hitched as you bit her lip, dragging your tongue over it slowly to soothe the pain it must’ve caused. with her superhuman black panther strength, shuri lifted you onto her lap where you accidentally broke the kiss due to your surprise.
you didn’t realise how much you needed air until you stopped kissing her but you just couldn’t get enough, if felt so fucking good.
“shit shuri, i want you so bad right now.” you whisper, against her now swollen lips, grinding your flexible hips down onto her lap as her large hands guided your movements. your hair stuck to your face that was being invaded with sweat as your body temperature increased. your cheeks had their fair share of melanin but they visibly blushed slightly red.
“mm, shh baby girl, let me make you feel good.” she lustfully whispered back, pulling your necklace and locking your lips together again. you were addicted to this feeling, like being high, but the drug was shuri. your blue dress had been lifted up to around your middle thighs as this was going on and shuri took this to her advantage as her slim fingers crawled up your dress to attend to the place you needed her the most.
your body felt like it was was ablaze and the air was thick and hot, almost suffocating. your kiss was beginning to get sloppier as the both of you tried to get every piece of each other. without hesistion, you undid shuri’s blazer button and took it off her lean torso revealing a black bralette under that hugged her chest nicely. she helped you take it off and threw it across the room, gripping your hips again as your lips were still attached like magnets.
eventually, shuri broke the kiss and her lips trailed down to your exposed neck where she attacked the melanin flesh, sucking and biting on the sensitive skin whilst teasing you under your dress touching everywhere but your pussy. everything shuri did was undoubtedly raising your libido levels and you didn’t ever think you could be so aroused; everyone you’d been with wasn’t able to make you feel this way. you raised your head up to allow her more access as lewd sounds and profanities spewed out of your mouth in response to her naughty antics. your hips moved on their own as you were desperate for any sort of friction. shuri could feel what you were doing and you jolted as you felt the pad of her two fingers press down gently on the outside of your pussy behind your panties. she peppered small kisses on your collarbones and chest which only heightened your desire; her foreplay game was unmatched.
“yes shuri, please touch me.” you alluringly pleaded, getting wetter with every aching second she wasn’t touching you.
“you don’t have to tell me twice y/n.” shuri moved you off her lap and laid you down onto the smooth couch below, spreading you out so she could see the beauty of all of you. you didn’t even care at this point, you just needed her in you.
shuri used three fingers to roughly move your white panties out of the way as she gently caressed the outside of your wet heat, a grin plastered on her face as your slickness soon started to coat them.
“you’re so wet for me baby.” shuri commented looking straight into your bambi eyes, enjoying the major effect she had on you.
you could see the smug look on your face, but your eyes were half-lidded and mouth slightly ajar as you nodded your head as permission for shuri to keep going. the speed at which she was circling your clit started to increase and your chest was rising and sinking quicker in response to the pleasure. shuri paused and your eyes flickered open as you wondered why she had stopped “can i pull this down?” she queried, referencing to the part of your dress covering you boobs. you profusely nodded as you desperately wanted her to continue. swiftly, she pulled it down and licked her lips like she just saw a 5 course meal. she admired the way your boobs perfectly sat on your torso, just looking so inviting. whilst still touching you, she leaned down and took your right nipple in her mouth, tongue swirling over it skillfully as she looked up at you to see your expression. you were looking at her but the eye contact along with the sensation of her fingers brushing along your clit and the feeling of her warm tongue on your sensitive nipple caused you to throw your head back, the titillating sensation becoming too much for you to handle, “ngh, yes shuri more fuck.”
shuri abruptly stopped sucking and moved up whilst leaning down besides you.
"you like that?" shuri whispered in her ear as she switched her focus to your pussy, rolling your swollen clit in between her fingers. the sentence equipped with her actions obviously ignited something in you as your melodic moans grew louder with your thighs starting to tremble. shuri laughed lowly and placed two agile fingers inside of you, meeting a bit of resistance.
you tensed and hissed at the stretch but then melted into it slowly as it started to progressively feel good. shuri then began to rapidly move her lanky fingers in and out of you as you began to writhe in pleasure,
"oh my god shuri, don't stop!" you begged, relishing in the way she was effortlessly fucking you.
your insides were warm and shuri’s shoulder muscles tensed as she searched to feel the rough and sensitive flesh for your g-spot. she seemed to have found it as you suddenly arched you back into shuri, gripping her muscular shoulders tightly and squeezing your eyes shut. you flung her head back once again as you felt a tight knot forming in your lower stomach; your orgasm was so close. shuri could tell by your wrinkled eyebrows and pleasure-filled face that continuing would make you soon cum so she quickly took her fingers out to do something else which made you jump and become upset from the sudden feeling of emptiness. however, you felt shuri slip your panties off fully and move lower, which made you immediately realize what was happening.
as expected, the ecstatic feeling was quickly replaced by shuri’s wet and warm tongue lapping up the slick stuck to the side of your thighs and using it to get lots of moisture on your now swollen clit.
you cried out, “shuri!”
shuri hummed in response, which resonated throughout your whole body and added to the buildup of your eventual release. shuri began to wildly suck on your throbbing pussy at a pace she knew would have you on edge in a matter of seconds. enjoying how sweet you tasted, she massaged your folds with her tongue and tasted every bit of you that she could. she looked up to see you looking at her through hooded eyes and she confidently kept the eye contact, which forced you to look away. although, you bucked your hips up to meet shuri’s quick tongue for maximum pleasure. your toes curled and you gripped the sofa to the point where there were indents of your long finger nails as you dragged it down harshly in reply to shuri’s amazing head abilities. your hands were lost and didn’t know where to go but ended up on shuri’s smooth shaven head as you pushed her down further into your pussy.
"argh shit, i'm really going to cum." your abdomen tensed as you gained awareness of the familiar feeling of your release brewing up. you tried to quell it since you didn't want this insane feeling to end already, but it was a struggle since shuri was being cruel and not letting up.
the atmosphere was doing nothing for shuri to subdue her own arousal.
"cum for me baby." shuri commanded in a hushed tone, licking your clit with the tip of her tongue slowly and blowing cool air on it to see how your body reacted to it.
your harmonious and lascivious voice rolling her name off the tip of her tongue was so stimulating to shuri and she could feel herself growing wetter too. the pure eroticism that emanated from the body beneath her was enough fuel for shuri to use and she reached up, trailing along your toned body that now had a thin layer of sweat, to find one of your small breasts that she had since neglected and it fit right in her hand like it was meant to be. she caressed it, while still working downstairs and fiddled the brown nub in between her fingers, which was the last straw and instantly drew you over the edge. with a loud squeal, you had finally reached your long awaited peak which caused you to occasionally spasm as the orgasm overwhelmed your body, making you sigh in pleasure, and slowly inch away from shuri since your sudden sensitivity just couldn't handle it anymore.
shuri, being the meanie she was, wasn't having it though and she wrapped her arms around the back of your shaking thighs, pulling you back into her firm grasp, "where do you think you're going? i'm not full yet."
she began to eat you out again with two hands nestled above your pubic bone. you knew how she won all those fights because the sheer strength she currently obtained was crazy as you literally couldn’t physically pull away from her.
"shuri...please." you whimpered, trying to tug her head away, not wanting to cum two times in a row in such a small amount of time.
shuri was really enjoying this though,
"you taste so good, i can't stop myself."
yet, she could see you on the verge of tears so she pushed her sadistic ways to the side for the moment and finally stopped to give you a break. she pulled her mouth away from your warm heat which was glistening from slick and some of her saliva. she gave it one last peck and then slowly climbed up to you and kissed you passionately in which you openly welcomed. the fact you were kissing her when she was just making out with your cunt was kind of dirty but really hot at the same time. she pulled your chin up with her hand and kissed you deeper, hands caressing your chest gently. you did the same and your hands wandered, exploring shuri’s body as you wished to touch her in the same way she just did to you. she gladly complied and let you do it but the moment was brought to a halt.
suddenly, you heard a very sharp knock on the door which caused you both to stop kissing as you jumped out of your skins. your head twisted to the door and then at shuri as you looked at her, in deep fear of you both being caught. she chortled at your expression and held a finger to her face to shush you.
frozen in position, you both waited for it to stop but it continued, harder this time.
“my queen, are you in there?”
“okoye?” shuri yelled out in a slightly annoyed tone due to her disruption and the fact she’s possible going to leave with blue balls.
“oh, you’re safe, thank bast.”
“why are you calling me, what’s wrong.” shuri asked as she picked up her abandoned blazer from the floor, wore it and began to button it up again. you did the same, pulling down your dress from your waist, and picking up your panties that had somehow found it’s way onto the floor. you wore them again and walked towards the mirror so you could properly see yourself.
“you’re needed in the ballroom to attend special guests.” she announced, “are you okay, should i come in?” she sounded worried but stern simultaneously.
“no, no! okoye it’s okay, i’ll be out in five minutes.” shuri replied calmly, watching you closely as you used the mirror to fix up your hair and outfit as if nothing just happened.
“okay, my queen.” okoye’s footsteps could be heard leaving the door and you both sighed in relief.
“fucking hell, that was close.” your heart was about to beat out of your chest as you held your face in your hands, laughing underneath them as the embarrassment of what you’d just done was coming back to you.
“i bet you liked the thrill though.” shuri walked up behind you, her arms gripping your waist as she pulled your ass into her crotch. you dodged her attempt to kiss your neck and playfully pushed her away, “whatever weirdo.”
she laughed and turned you around to face her, kissing your forehead sweetly, “i’m sorry we couldn’t continue sthandwa, but keep these and i’ll be in contact with you very soon.” she took out a pair of kimoyo beads from her trouser pockets and placed it in your hand, closing it herself manually as a sign that you should keep it. it was so pretty, your name in wakandan alphabet was all around it, the light glow of vibranium was a perfect accessory that you wouldn’t mind keeping until you died to be honest. it was like she planned all of this.
“will you track me or something.” you placed it on your wrist, watching how it perfectly complimented your skin colour.
“mm, maybe.” shuri ruffled your soft black hair and walked towards the vast door, opening it and standing to the side so you could walk out first, “thank god no one else can open this.” she said, closing the door behind you both. the latch clicked and it was locked once again under the command of shuri.
“that would’ve been dreadful.” you said, head leaning on shuri’s chest as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder.
“definitely.”
you both walked back into the ball ready to act as if nothing unholy just went down between the both of you…but it was obvious, everyone could probably tell, down to the wobble in your walk to the dark red mark that had magically appeared out of the blue onto your neck.
pairing: shuri udaku x black fem!reader ft; emerald haywood
word count: i tell ya what…
…after you and shuri split, it is up to you to go about getting over the breakup. What would happen on a night out with your bestie while trying to do so?
warnings: some sexual situations, mentions of alcohol, and adult language...
The club's neon lights flashed your eyes as you stepped inside, your heart racing with anticipation. you were out with your best friend Emerald, determined to forget about that ex-girlfriend of yours.
Truth is, you wanted to keep her around even though you couldn’t afford the amount of stress that girl put you through. She was all you knew. Felt like home even when there were many heated moments.
you and shuri were together for 5 and a half years. She was your first. Your first everything.
the whole point of going out tonight was so you can finally get that damn girl off your mind. Bed rotting simply wasn’t an option anymore. You’d be doing just that if it weren’t for Emerald’s ass though.
Emerald pulled out a stool for you at the bar. you took a seat and removed your jean jacket, sitting it in your lap.
this would be the first time being back outside for you. you were honestly a wreck. torn, even. emerald being your loving bestfriend who was always there as a shoulder for you to cry on about shuri and any other things that would stress you out… Which was mostly Shuri.
Was love supposed to make you grow gray hairs this early in age?
“Thank you, Emmy.”
“What for?” She turned her attention to you.
“For getting me to come out the house. I’d probably be in bed watching gilmore girls right now.”
Emeralds face lit up immediately before she snickered. She found you overly funny. Sometimes you wondered were you actually that hilarious or if something else gave.
“I gotchu, y/n. You know what’s up.” You returned the smile she’d given before you began looking over the menu.
The two of you ordered drinks that didn’t take too long to prepare.
…
“Okay,” Emerald laughed. “You want me to be honest?” she smirks, looking down at you as she stood up just next your chair.
“i’d like that, yeah.” you giggled at her question. Why would you want her to lie? Emerald was already lit. It doesn’t take her very long.
She took awhile to answer, her tongue sliding over her bottom lip swiftly as she held a grin. “I’m glad you and Miss Strong ass broke up.”
“What? Damn, i thought we was getting over that shit, what happened?” You’re smilin’ but ain’t nothing funny.
“Relax, we gon’ have you over here in no time but i’m just saying, though. You don’t think i was tired of you crying bout the same shit to me?”
“I guesss.” You drug.
“That’s all i meant, luv. Nothing else.” She assured.
…
you chuckled, causing emerald to give you the dirtiest look. “see girl, that’s yo problem now,” she smiled. “that shit gonna get you snatched up one day, watch.” if only you knew.
you and emerald’s night so far consisted of a bunch of drinking, laughing and conversations that didn’t correlate to shuri. this was something you really needed. Refreshing!although, somehow your mind continuously kept landing on shuri every now and again.
“dance with me, em.” you say sternly, standing up and holding out your hand, awaiting hers.
“Yes, ma’am.” she threw back the remaining of her drink and sat the now empty glass down on the table before taking you by the hand, following right behind you as you guided her through the crowd of bodies stank- sweating ass bodies on the dance floor.
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You and Emerald were now at least two feet away from each other on the dance floor, as the loud music transitioned from a hasty song, into a much slower song. your hips began yo sway to the beat. You would stop to fix the riding up of your skirt a few times.
your movements were graceful and fluid, as if you were in a trance, lost in the music. within every beat, your hips swayed back and forth, following the tempo of the song. your eyes were closed, and a small smile appeared on your lips as you moved to the music, lost in the moment with your best friend.
🎶 “ ‘Cause I'm in love with that girl
So don't be mad at me
'Cause I'm in love with that girl
So don't be mad at me
So what, you're from the other side of the tracks
So what, the world don't think we match
I'll put it down like my love's on wax, guess what?
I'm in love with that girl
And she told me that she's in love with me “🎶
Emerald had her big glossy eyes on you as you moved your body to the music. she couldn’t take them off of your figure. Only occasionally when you’d begin to face her.
She then randomly took a step closer towards you and held her hand out, wrapping it around your waist.
You were sure she could sense a shift in you. “just vibe with me, yeah?” her grip tightened around your waist which caused your breathing to hitch. Emerald took notice to this instantly.
Still hesitant, you started moving your hips to the beat again. you and her were now moving in sync. the warmth of her felt nice, you felt very safe in her touch and you grew to hate every second of it.
You hated that you wanted to only be this way with shuri. you hated that your best friend, of many many years was making you feel the way your ex lover made you feel.
Although you and shuri were broken up, waves of guilt flourished throughout you. Shuri swore up and down this would happen in heated arguments before. Was she right? You couldn’t let her be. You wouldn’t let her be.
You hesitated a bit before making your next move. Emerald couldn’t possibly see you in that way. You began to think that maybe you were just exaggerating. The two of you were only just dancing. right? friends dance.
The song playing slowly transitioned into another. A much faster one.
🎶 “ I'm looking for a girl like you
Well here I go
Now, now, now, who's the baby bobbing
Dipping, dodging, crying, sobbing?
Looking to be mobbing cause it's just clocking and robbing
Oh hi now, welcome to my town
The illy I town, you got kids lifting eyebrows
Every time you fly down, so lie down
Full maxing, seeing you laughing
With passion happening
Every action has a reaction” 🎶
You noticed Emmy’s grip on you loosened so you stepped away from her and looked her in the eyes. “Emerald, i appreciate you for this you know?” You start. “And i really do adore you for attempting to get my mind off things.” your body stiffens as you play with the charms on your bracelet, with the charms that were gifted to you from Shuri. Not that it mattered…
“listen to me, y/n.” she stepped closer to you and grabbed you by your arm, her grip was tighter than before, causing you to breathe out.
she pulled you closer to her. “i know you’re fresh out of an relationship that you wanted to go well so bad, i get it, okay? i do.” she looked down at your lips, licked hers and then looked back up into your eyes.
you were just inches away from touching each other’s big ass foreheads. “but i can’t keep holding this in anymore,” your breathing picked up, scared for what she might say next.
“i have feelings for you, y/n/n. i’ve always have. it was extremely painful having you come to me about relationship problems because i knew— i know that if we were ever together, you wouldn’t have to go through any of that and i mean that,” her lip quivered at her own words.
“i mean it with everything in me.” she choked. it was silent for a minute. emeralds eyes roamed any sudden expression on your face, begging you to say something. anything.
Say April fools…
“Em, how long have you been feeling like this?” you finally spoke, now holding her hand. “Ever since we graduated high school. i love the bond we share together, i’ve only ever felt this way about you. i guess i’m tired of you not seeing my feelings towards you, now”
“i’m glad you told me, em.” your cheek was now wet from the tear you just let fall down yo face. she wiped it away from your cheek with the pad of her thumb and pulled you into a hug. “Sorry if i killed the vibe, you were just loosening up.” she laughed. “no, no… you’re okay, emmy, i promise. let’s continue?” you reassured her. What the fuck.
She nodded her head and you separated yourselves about and began dancing once again. almost as if that didn’t just happen. what even did just happen?! your best friend confessed her feelings for you and you said—— nothing… but that it was okay? Was it?
surprisingly, emerald didn’t say anything about you not telling her if the feelings she had for you were reciprocated or mutual. instead, she just had the biggest sheepish smile on her face as you and her danced with each other to the new song that was on. a much faster one.
As the night went on, you were still unsure if you truly felt that same about emerald, or if anything could possibly work out between you too because as of for right now, this very moment, all you could do was think about shuri. her touch, the way she’d look at you & how easy it was for her to have such a impact on you, shuri has such a hold on you and you can’t seem to get enough of no matter how hard you tried to.
You turn towards emerald to start dancing on her once more when you wish your eyes were in fact playing tricks on you after your eyes landed on the last thing you’d want them to right now, in this predicament. behind Em, sitting down at one of the tables was… Shuri.
Your heart sank at the sight of her. to make matters even worse, she was seated with another girl, laughing and/or having a good time. at least, that’s what it looked like. the girl she had been with had smooth dark skin and long ginger curly hair. the bitch was all in her face. you immediately felt a pang of jealousy which turned to sadness in seconds.
it was so hard for you to move on but here shuri was, hugged up with some girl. you stared long and hard into her soul and before you knew it, her eyes met yours. Great.
The look on her face when she noticed you was malicious. yet, the look on your face gave very much… distraught. you wanted nothing more but for her not to know that her being here with someone else, some really pretty 304, got under your skin. instead, you took matters into your own hands. Not thinking clearly what so ever, just quickly.
one thing moving to another in an instance, you found your lips on your best friends. you wrapped your arms around her neck as your lips continued sinking into Emeralds. hoping it was enough to make shuri jealous or at least feel what you felt.
you were also hoping this was for nothing and that shuri could see you tonguing down your best friend. The kiss became sloppy and…heated. however, your known feelings for Em hadn’t changed, not yet anyways.
The smile she had on her face made your stomach sink because you’ve only done this to get a reaction from Shuri. when you looked back over to her, the look she gave you was devilish. if looks could kill- yeah, you know the rest.
You thought you were done messing with shuri and that you’ve gotten your point across. Emerald however, had other plans. Her lips smashed right back onto yours. this time, the kiss was 10x more passionate and oddly, your lips begged for more as you gave in and actually started to kiss her back.
Her tongue even made it’s way into your mouth as she placed her warm hands around your exposed waist. she kissed you hard and soon, your lips parted. You gotta give it to her, she was good at that shit.
she leaned down to whisper in your ear once again. “come with me?” she whispered. the desperation in her now raspy voice sent a chill or two down your spine. you were about to go and make out and potentially have sex with your best friend after seeing your ex that you want back in that same club? what a night.
nodding your head “yes” quickly with little to no hesitation. she held her hand out behind her and you grabbed onto it, following her towards the private rooms located in the back.
Having to pass said ex, you shoot her a glance. After successfully passing her, you could practically feel her eyes on your back as you and Emerald maneuver your way towards an unoccupied room, hand in hand.
———
Emerald used your back to slam the door shut as she roughly pushed you against the door. you knew where this was going and your breathing was uncontrollable at this point.
You thought about just telling her what you’d saw and who. That just didn’t come up yet. You would try again…
she grabbed your chin before she was kissing you again. You allowed it. The kiss was even more sloppier, even more intense than the first time you’ve kissed her. this girl was hungry and you couldn’t tell whether or not you felt the same way or if you were just in the moment. your hands roamed her body and hers found their way on yours as well.
She broke the kiss and backed away before walking over to the couch taking a seat. As she sat down manspreaded, her hands rested in her lap. she starred deeply into your eyes and took her lip in between her teeth.
she then motioned for you come to her and tapped her lap. You stood in shock that all of this was occurring ever so quickly after it finally dawned on you. Yet, you slowly made your approach to where she was sitting. still quite hesitant, but you’ve already dug yourself into a deep hole that parts of you didn’t wanna dig yourself out of.
You straddled her, sitting on her lap. Your front facing her own. She used her thumb to lift your chin up to hers before she kissing you once again. you could practically feel her hunger for you growing with her mouth on you.
she brought her left hand down to your lower back before cuffing your perfectly round ass. “fuck y/n.” your mouths part. “i need you so bad.” she whispered, still trying to catch her breath. “I really needa tell you-”
Emerald lifted you up off of her slightly. She then lifted your skirt up a bit, revealing the black lace panties you had on underneath. She looked at you for approval before pulling them to the side after you gave her the okay, what you needed to tell her completely slipping your mind now.
You found yourself now straddling her right thigh.
You began to buck your hips back and forth, grinding onto her thigh. your wet core dragging against her slowly. “Shit…” you hissed out. she brought her lips to yours as she allowed you to fuck yourself on her, your pace picking up by the second.
Randomly, you remembered what you were meant to tell her so wanting to now do the right thing, you pull away and stand up, adjusting your skirt. “Emerald, wait…”
Before anyone could make another move, the doorknob to the room you were in jingled which turned into hard pounding against the wood.
Curious, you called out to who ever could be on the other side, letting them know this room was occupied. No answer. The banging continued. You unlocked the door and once you did, the door swung open. And there in the doorway stood shuri. Shit.
“shuri, what the fuck?” you shout. “so this is what we doing y/n?” shuri said with a low voice before she took one step in. “ain’t i say this would happen?” she shook her head in disappointment with a smirk on her face.
“shuri i—“ you start but couldn’t finish.
“yeah? you what? you’re about to sit here and some bullshit ass excuse, i know you are.”
Her eyebrows furrowed before putting both of her hands behind her back.
“shuri, you broke up with me!” you put base in that last part. “y/n, i broke up with you to prove a point. look at you, couldn’t even wait to open your legs again,” wasn’t true. Her words were slurring, she had to be drunk. She took a step closer to Emerald.
“Just gonna let emerod touch you in ways i used to? huh? Now that i’m out of the picture and all that?” Her tone was low as a whisper yet she still held a cocky ass smile on her lips.
“who the fuck is emerod?” Emerald questioned. Really Emmy? That’s your concern?
Warnings: Major spoilers for Black Panther 2 and pure fluff
Words: 1048
Soft tunes of what you guessed were Stormzy played throughout the beach house. Resting just near the edge of the shore where you often fell asleep to the sounds of waves crashing. Waking up to the sound of seagulls cawing as they flew over your shared household. It was built over an entire summer with a few of the Dora Milaje and it was remote from the rest of Wakanda. A back road through the density of trees that broke upon the dirt driveway in front of the beach house and the display of the beach that was always waiting for you in the morning.
Except, this morning, you had an additional company that you were becoming more and more used to. “Baby, are we still going to that ceremony tonight?” Shuri entered the bathroom, finding you half-naked sitting on the toilet.
“Yeah, we can,” you commented tiredly. When she began to walk past, you tapped her ass, making her raise a fist. An empty threat that you humoured by recoiling, raising your arms in defence. The two of you laughed as she moved to the sink, beginning to brush her teeth.
For about two weeks Shuri had been staying at your place. Having practically moved in with her clothes overflowing in your closet. Her warmth is found every morning when you roll over. An even warmer feeling with her naked body pressed against yours under the sun that peeked through the windows. The two of you have dated since you were brought to Wakanda by T’Challa. The man has taken you under his wing after finding you tortured by Killmonger. Just some kid from London tied up, beaten, and cut to bits with only a sliver of life hanging onto him. She healed you and was kind enough to show you the rest of what Wakanda had to offer. Neither of you expected to have fallen for one other
After the snap, after T’Challa’s death, she never thought she would ever see you smile. And she didn’t know if she would smile either. But being in one another's presence made the pain subside as the two of you knew being with one another would always help relieve the stress and despair. Because when T’Challa died, both of you had your own ways of mourning. But the two of you stayed in the beach house and just held one another. Reflecting silently on the good times the two of you had with the man.
Yet, here she was, mending so perfectly into your day and the way you did things nowadays. She was happy and the Black Panther. And every time she came over wearing the suit, she would always smirk when seeing your cheeks brighten, eyes nervously rolling up her figure. For a while, you got used to being the dominant one in the relationship, but that changed in the calming months since making peace with Namor. A lot had changed with M’Baku being the king of Wakanda and Shuri not having to be the Black Panther. Leaving her with a lot of free time with you in this medium-sized beach house.
Cleaning yourself up, you stood up from the toilet and moved to the sink, playfully nudging Shuri out of the way, to only have her use more force and nearly back you fall over. “This whole strength thing is not fair,” you pointed out with a laugh, washing your hands.
Shuri scoffed in amusement. “You weren’t complaining last night-”
“Oye, shut it!” You exclaimed, arms wrapping around her, pressing sloppy kisses to her cheek. It was enough for Shuri to laugh in amusement, trying to move her head away and far enough out of your reach. But with her strength, you countered with a towering, muscular figure. A perfect balance.
A smile formed on your lips as she moved around her, arms curled around her waist and your chin resting on her shoulder. The warmth of your body compelled her to lean against your firm chest. Your caramel skin has become addicting over the past few nights and she was already able to tell that when she was away from you, she was going to miss you underneath her. Her hips straddling your waist as she rolled her hips forward, hands holding your wrists above your head with a lustful smile playing on her lips-
Shuri was shaken from her thoughts when she felt a light flick on her temple. Looking into the mirror to see the amused and a rather suggestive look on your face. “Stop thinking dirty.”
“I was not thinking dirty thoughts,” she defended, mouth muffled by the toothpaste that she spat out before grabbing some water and swishing around in her mouth.
But you placed your lips right behind her ear and smirked. “Your eyes are dilated, my queen,” you whispered. “And your breathing is heavier than usual.” That made her cheeks as s he stared at you in surprise. “Oh, would you look at that? Your cheeks are red!” You laughed as the girl spat out her water and lightly elbowed you in the stomach. Yet, stayed in your grasp as the two of you stared at one another through the mirror.
Ever since you met Shuri, she had become somewhat of an angelic figure in your life. Perhaps that was because she and T’Challa saved your life, but it was more than that. Her personality, the love she gave you, and the genuine care she held towards you. And for a while, you tried to hide from her love. Mainly because of T’Challa was scary enough and you didn’t want him to kill you because you felt something for his sister. But it was also because you were scared to accept it because you felt that was where you belonged. Drowning in her love and never wanting to resurface.
“You’re my diamond.” Your words took Shuri by surprise, her lips parting as the corner of her lips tilted into a smile. Her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she turned in your grasp till your chests were flushed. Able to see your admiring gaze up close, igniting butterflies in her stomach as she reached up, hands cupping your face and kissing you.
Description: After the loss on the bridge against the Talokanils, Okoye returns to Wakanda without Shuri and the scientist. The Queen is not pleased.
A/n: There is a serious lack of Attuma/Reader fics. I will do my best to fill that hole. Feel free to dm or comment for any chapter or other story ideas.
Warning: mentioned kidnapping
Word count: 756 (I know it's short but I'm posting the second chapter tonight)
Chapter 2
Chapter One: Anathi, Daughter of Okoye
Once Okoye was dismissed I sunk back into my throne, my heart full of dread and regret. My daughter has been taken, Bast knows what they're doing to her.
Vivid images of Shuri helplessly reaching for me, "Mama!"
My vision blurred with tears, "Call in Anathi."
The council and crowd of Doras gasped and whispered to one another. I silenced them with a wave of my hand, "Bring her in immediately, tell her nothing of her mother's dishonor or she will want to bargain."
Aneka nodded and silently marched out of the throne room, accompanied by Ayo who gave me a worried but reassuring nod. M'baku, still chomping on a carrot leans forward. He grins and sighs, "I hope you have a real plan for her. She does not take well to authority."
I nod, "My daughter and Anathi have a close...bond, I'm sure she'll be ready to listen when she hears about Shuri." I know she'll find Shuri and bring her home safely, I remember when they were what their generation calls "a thing". I stared up at the ceiling, trying to prevent more tears from falling. I stood to my feet, "I will have Anathi work with Nakia to retrieve my daughter by any means necessary."
Anathi has been through decades of training since she was 4, but what has made her so strong is that she is fearless and merciless. Death is not something she fears but welcomes.
"That's a grand idea!" M'Baku mocked, "Bring in Wakanda's blood-thirsty, war machine and force her to team up with Nakia, the spy with some sort of common sense."
"They have worked well together in the past." Isaach, the River Tribe elder spoke.
"That was before we imprisoned her father for treason." the Merchant Tribe elder darted her eyes to Isaach, "She adored her father, did she not my queen?"
I nodded, "We can talk about that when she gets here."
I rested my hands on either side of my throne and sighed, "You all are dismissed for now."
The council and their guards slowly shuffle out of my throne room except for M'Baku. He walked to me and held out his hand, "She will be okay, my queen. They wouldn't dare risk war with our country."
I hum and nod to my friend's comforting words. Once the silence settles in the throne room I could only hear the subtle sniffles and cries coming from me, burning tears streaked down my cheeks and my hand tightened around M'baku's. Everyone is gone. My love, my son, and now my daughter.
Anathi's point of view
I hummed along to the music that played softly in the background of my workspace. I run my fingers down the side of my Nifo'oti (a Samoan axe), carefully testing the sharpness of the blade. My eyes burned from being awake for so long, I looked up at my clock...4:27 pm.
"What day is it?" I stood up from my workbench with a loud grunt and began softly singing to calm myself, hoping to make myself tired so I can finally sleep.
Someone's here. I turned towards my door, waiting for a knock. "It's probably Shuri." I smiled and rushed towards the door.
"Anathi." A deep, feminine voice stopped me before I could open the door. I turned to face my mother, whose demeanor gives me chills.
"Don't open the door." she gently took my hand in hers and set it to my side. Her body was trembling as if she were anxious or disturbed by something
"Mama, what-" she cut me off.
"Shuri's been kidnapped." She whispered, "By...Namor."
"That fish thing?" my face dropped, "How did this happen?"
"It happened on the bridge, I got knocked into the water and- Anathi, you have to get her back." My mother begged, folding her hands.
"Why should I?" I scoffed, trying to hide my concern, "You all banished me from the Dora like some filth, do it yourselves."
"We didn't banish you." Another voice spoke that I recognized as Ayo.
I turned to face her standing at my door, "We removed you because of your- well this." She waved her hand around mentioning my room that was covered wall to wall in different weapons, armor, and shields. I collected them from different tribes and countries when I traveled. They were given as gifts or rewards for my service. There was an obvious spot missing from my wall, where my spear used to be. The one gifted to me by the Dora when I completed training years ago. The one they took from me.
"Queen Ramonda requests your presence Warrior Anathi." Aneka ushered me from my room, clamping on a pair of vibranium, "Behave this time."
