Intravenous- Shuri Udaku x Reader
Warnings: SMUT, SMUT, SMUTTTTT, anal sex, cunnilingus, f!ngering, Dom!Shuri, Vibranium strap is backkkk, slight CNC undertones, language, mentions of needles in descriptive detail, Shuri coaxing the reader into using IV's for sex, idk it's my dirtiest work yet.
A/n: It's good to be back ;) Requests are open.
Rain poured from the sky as you tossed in bed, reminiscing on the escapades of the night. Shuri lay beside you, arm draped over your waist lazily, a sharp contrast to the fervor that overtook her just hours before. Memories flooded your brain as your body ached, you didn’t know how much longer you could keep doing this. The idea of having to put out as much as you had been for her created a sensation of dread and timid excitement.
The night before had been one of the most intense since she designed her new strap. Before, the straps she used vibrated, pulsed, and twisted though despite this, they had limits. They couldn’t expel actual fluid, there was no risk…
Until…
Four days inside the lab, studying you, sampling from your body and hers, shuri created the newest variation. It expelled sperm-like fluid inside of you, by taking Shuri’s own arousal and mixing it with other chemicals that created a dangerously delicious cocktail of risk and reward.
The substance itself was identical to sperm itself, though you couldn’t get pregnant from it.
The night began like any other, you came in from a mission, sweaty, ruined, and exhausted. Shuri went straight to her lab as you made a bowl of yogurt and honey. You ate it over the sink, trying to forget the kick you did wrong and the ignored message on the comms.
“It’s ready.” Shuri said, emerging from the lab to find you hunched over.
Those words alone sent chills down your spine. Every time shuri perfected a new design, you had to try it out immediately.
Oh?” You said, setting the bowl in the sink.
“Finally, I get to cum inside my beautiful wife” she said, matter-of-factly
“Is this going to be like last time?” You questioned
Last time referred to a time when Shuri gave you an IV drip because she wanted you perfectly hydrated so that you could produce the best orgasms for her
“It’ll be more than last time because we’re going until it runs out. And it doesn’t run out for at least, eight hours” she replied, adjusting the strap beneath her pants.
“So two bags?” You said
Shuri let out a smirk, before turning on her heel.
“I’ll have my assistants prep you” she said before leaving.
You hated the idea of needing an IV to perform. It started one night, where Shuri was more intense than usual and you took longer to recover.
“It’ll make your orgasms feel better.” Shuri offered. You knew she would never give you something that would hurt you intentionally.
“Okay” you agreed. You never could say no to Shuri.
The first time you took the IV, you felt strange. You were wetter, creamier, and much, MUCH more energetic. It helped you perform in the multi-hour-long sessions Shuri was known for. She adored seeing you so wrecked for her, and she adored seeing you agree to anything for her even more.
Though the process of getting an IV was one you were never fond of. A prick of a needle and the warmth of the foreign saline was something that took adjusting, and even then, it still wasn’t welcomed with open arms.
Shuri delighted in seeing you follow her advice. She loves knowing that she contributes to your performance, output, and stamina in more ways than one. She would never admit it, but she loves watching you prepare for the sessions, from the way your face contorts when the needle pierces your arm, to the way the bags empty within the hour, she loves it all.
The familiar sensation of a strong pinch overtook your body as you were given the intravenous fluid. A soft gasp escaped from your lips while Shuri stood brooding in the background, eyes dark with desire and something much more primal.
After you were done, Shuri was careful to take you by the hand and lead you into your shared quarters. Her hands found the hem of your favorite shirt as her lips found yours.
“You won’t be needing this,” Shuri mumbled against your lips before a ripping sound perforated your ears. Your eyes flew down only to find the remnants of a top once adored, on the floor.
You gasped in retaliation before Shuri’s hand landed a harsh smack against your ass.
“I’ll buy you one-thousand more if you prefer, Usana”. she mumbled.
You knew she would. It was just the principle of the action that took you off guard.
Her lips trailed down your collarbone, leaving a trail of hickeys and bruises in their wake. Moans escaping as she continued her ravenous path to your sex.
Her hands tore your rose-adorned panties like tissue paper, leaving you breathless and exposed.
Her lips found your dripping holes, her tongue sliding between your folds in a cruel act of domination.
“So wet already. The fluids must have took” she deduced.
Her lips formed a tight seal around your clit while her tongue danced patterns on your labia. Stars permiating your vision as your head drew back.
“Sh-Shuri…” you trailed, too breathless to understand the words coming from your mouth.
Her suction became stronger as your legs gave out from under you:
“cum for me, sthandwa” she mumbled
You did as you were told. A wave of intense pleasure washed over you as Shuri held you up.
Shuri got up, leaving you stumbling and dazed, before walking over to the bed. She pulled her pants down to reveal her latest lab project…
Nine inches of night-black, vibranium flesh filled your gaze as she stroked it like her own limb. Inside, a small vial of your shared DNA that resembled her semen became evident.
Her gaze met yours, hers hungry and primal, and yours submissive and starved.
Shuri raised two of her long fingers in a “come here” motion and you followed. You always follow her.
“You know what to do” she teased, gripping your head like second nature.
“Yes, my Queen” you obliged, opening your jaw and preparing to take her.
Shuri programmed the straps to give her the feeling she would have if she were actually receiving the stimulation. It was implemented after she decided she wanted to derive pleasure physically from what she did to you.
Your lips parted in an “o” shape to take her glistening tip, licking it and toying with it in a desperate attempt at some level of control. Shuri, though at first pleased, gripped your hair with a strong tug that made you decend faster than you could take. Ropes of spit coated her shaft as you continuously moved back and forth, lewd sounds filling the room as Shuri’s head fully tilted back. Her breath became ragged as you picked up the pace, bobbing up and down until your throat and eyes burned. Her hand moved to your throat to feel herself through you and feel your vocal chords making such dirty noises. Her own voice betrayed her as a string of profanities erupted.
You continued bobbing up and down, desperatley trying to clean the spit before Shuri’s hips started snapping into your neck.
“take it like the good little slut you are” she breathed
You could only moan as her hips continued their vicious attack on your throat, leaving it raw as her hips finally began to stutter.
“oh- fuuuccckkk” she breathed, a smooth liquid filling your throat as tears streaked their way down your face.
“mmmmfmm” you managed, still garbled by the massive cock in your throat.
“shit” she breathed, looking at you through lidded eyes as she pulled you off of her. Ropes of semen and spit connecting you two before being harshly broken.
“Look at you, so perfect and wrecked” she breathed, admiring her work like a sculptor admires a sculpture.
She picked you up and tossed you on the bed on your stomach. Your bare ass exposed for her as she began to palm it. Her mouth watered at the sight of your dripping holes, knowing only she could do this to you.
“mmmmm” she muttered before gliding her tongue over your puckered asshole. The sensitive skin recoiling at the sudden contact. Her hands found your creamy pussy, soaked from her previous assault.
“Oh no” you breathed, trying to push away feebly from overstimulation.
Shuri caught your hand and said:
“you stop when I tell you to stop”
Her tongue sunk further into your asshole as her fingers found your soaked hole. Your vision blurred as she inserted her tongue and two of her fingers into both of the most sensitive places on your body.
Shuri moaned as her tongue bobbed in and out of your sensitive holes, waves echoing across your body repeatedly after each anal orgasm. Her fingers were just as frenetic, keeping your body on a constant cycle of orgasms. You had almost adjusted before she curved her fingers into your sensitive spot, leaving you breathless as cream began to pour from your holes into her mouth and fingers.
“so good” she muttered, lost in your very essence.
After a while of her vicious attacks, she flipped you onto your back before palming her cock. Eyes a dark, primal shade of brown, they only took on when killing an enemy or breeding her wife(you).
She grabbed your throat before thrusting inside of you, burying herself at the hilt.
“Umanzi kakhulu kum” she groaned. Her hand squeezing the sensitive bud of your right nipple as her teeth found your left.
“very wet for me”
You let out a loud moan as every part of your body lay assaulted. Her enormous size stretching you like never before gave you the confidence to scream louder.
Shuri pulled out of you before slamming right back in, your vision blurring and your eyes watering. She continued her deranged thrusts as your moans and groans synced, creating a melody of pleasure and sexual deviency.
“yonke eyam” she breathed as her thrusts became more ragged. Her hand finding your neck and her other squeezing your thigh.
“all mine”
Pools of cream flowed from you both, waves of pleasure striking you both in tandem. It wasn’t long before you both reached your climax, floods of liquid erupting from yu both.
“Shuri,” you breathed, already wanting to tap out.
“C’mon Usana, just one more time” she breathed. Hips snapping against your deliciously exhausted sex.
Moans escaped your lips as she coaxed another orgasm out of you. Shuri never backed down when she was like this.
“So good for me” she sighed biting her lip
Another wave of pleasure washed over you as shuri pushed herself to her hilt inside of you. Fresh Ropes of creamy white cum erupt, covering the ones she left two positions ago. Her hands instinctively grabbed your thigh and your throat as a deep, guttural groan echoed from her mouth.
“Fuck” she groaned afterwards, watching the mess she made like Jackson Pollock watched his art being displayed.
Your body lay bare, defiled, and coated with the essence of your love. Bruises and sperm littered every square inch of your body.
Shuri got up and went to the bathroom, slipping on a fresh T-shirt and black basketball shorts before walking back over to you with a warm cloth. You instinctively recoiled, mentally preparing for her to take you again.
“Just a warm cloth. Come here,” she said, pulling apart your thighs with two of her long fingers.
She slid the cloth up your messy slit. Her hand instinctively rubbing the areas that she bruised mercilessly.
“You did good. The strap works well” she said like she was talking about the weather
You nodded, still exhausted in every sense of the word.
“You’re quiet. Did I fuck your brain, too?” she teased with a smirk
“Mmmm you always do” you said sleepily
Shuri let out a small chuckle as she grabbed you bridal style and carried you to another room, laying you down and sliding next to you, her hand layed lazily around your waist.
