toxic!Shuri x reader; OC x reader
“Nah, baby, just getting a taste.
“I told you, you can’t do this shit better than me.”
Warnings: 18+!!! slight smut, TOXIC! Shuri (i'm sorry in advance), slightly toxic!reader, Shuri's got a twin, yall! explicit language (as always) If you liked how She Loves Me ended, I suggest you skip this one, I'm bout to fuck that all the way up (again, sorry in advance)
Tags: @shurislover @6-noir @doramilaj233 @ihearttish @vampzxi
@verachii @jessiap @phantomof-themcu @taiiunknown @sapphicvqmpires @pocketsizedpanther @oceean
Special shoutouts to my babies @venusdraco for naming Shuri's twinem and @inmyheadimobsessed for the story idea to begin with (love y'all lots)
A/N: I was supposed to post this like three days ago...and forgot...my bad, I hope yall still love me cuz I love yall
“I’m sorry, this voicemail box is full. Please hang up, and try again later.”
The line didn’t even ring- straight to voicemail she went for the umpteenth time today.
Either your phone was powered off, or you’d blocked her, and it was more likely the latter.
Shuri’s blood was boiling. If she were a cartoon, steam would be puffing from her ears. Instead, the backlight of her phone illuminated her angry features in the dark room. The device was brick-like in her grasp, the screen sporting a fresh crack from her overreaction to the photo you’d sent her before you went ghost.
Flat on your back, you lay in a sea of white sheets with one draped over your torso, barely covering your most intimate parts. The glimpse of your nipple played peek-a-boo with the camera. Pure ecstasy was written across your face, curls wild and frizzed, and eyes rolled, half-closed. You looked like a Greek goddess, etched straight out of the finest marble.
Your tongue stuck out, hanging over your lips teasingly. Shuri could practically hear your laughter rolling from it, mocking her.
The hand around your throat was the icing on the cake. She could see the indents in your skin from their fingers, and they weren’t Shuri’s fingers. It wasn’t her hand, and even more infuriating, Shuri didn’t know whose hand it was.
You were playing her game and beating her at it.
She’d snapped a photo in retaliation and couldn’t even send it because her messages weren’t going through.
Shuri’s anger was inextinguishable. Her eyes roamed the room, fury flooding the unusually dark orbs. A weight shifted next to her, and she suddenly remembered the whore in her bed. She was attractive earlier, a nice little plaything whose moans had caused a blush to creep to the princess’s cheeks. Unfortunately for her, now she was a target whose name Shuri couldn’t even recall.
A deep breath escaped the girl’s chest, but she didn’t stir, and that just pissed Shuri off more.
“Get up,” her accent was thick with the venom that coated her words; her hand felt like fire against her lover’s chill shoulder. “You gotta go.”
A blond head shot up, and if Shuri’s eyes were to roll any harder, they would have rolled across the floor like marbles. She knew the bitch was pretending to be asleep.
“Did I stutter? Get gone,” Her attention was back to her phone, back to the photo- now zoomed in as she inspected it harder.
Shuri was glad to see the girl comply; the sooner she got up out of Shuri’s room, the sooner she could investigate this shit in peace.
“Uh, you know where my panties are-?”
Shuri knew she wouldn’t. They were folded in her pocket, a little trophy from tonight’s conquer.
An exasperated sigh left Shuri’s pretty lips, and though they remained sealed, her glare spoke in volumes.
The poor girl practically shrunk beneath the gaze, grabbing what little clothing she came with and heading to the door. “Guess I can go without them-”
Shuri was already buried back in her phone, barely noticing the door opening and shutting. She was wracking her brilliant mind, trying so hard to understand.
She wanted to understand why you were ignoring her, why you’d left. She needed clarity for the past seven months that now felt like wasted time.
You were just ungrateful. Ungrateful and greedy, that was the only explanation.
She’d spent hundreds on you, thousands, really. She bought you flowers weekly, the biggest bouquets with the most vibrant roses, tulips, and lilies you’d ever seen. She even printed your name on the card in the most expensive fonts.
She’d take you out to eat at establishments that drained her pockets. Shuri would even order for you, priding herself on knowing your favorites.
She’d taken you home to Wakanda on a week-long trip that you claimed was “unforgettable”. You’d met her mother and childhood friends, you shared a laugh with her brother and his wife.
You were just fucking ungrateful.
Sure, Shuri had come home a few times covered in dark spots, but you believed her when she told you they were bruises. She was just sparring, boxing in the gym and she’d taken a few hits.
Sure, she slipped up a few times, calling you by a name other than your own during sex, but she switched it up quickly enough for you to not notice. It’s not her fault; there were too many names to keep track of.
Yeah, you may have spotted her in a pic or two and it may or may not have been incriminating, but shit, she had told you the truth with, like, half of those.
“It wasn’t even like that-” It wasn’t; you were always blowing shit out of proportion.
“She’s just a friend-” With benefits, but you ain’t had to know all that.
“I have a long-lost twin sister-” Maybe not long and lost, but the twin part was real.
This was all your fault for not believing her.
Val fucking tore you up. Your body was sore and spent, and sleep almost overtook you. Her warm lips against your shoulder kept you conscious just long enough to hear her parting words. It was good, so fucking good.
“Get some sleep, baby. I’ll call you in the morning- don’t forget to turn your phone back on.”
You could only moan a response, far too exhausted to open your mouth. Valkyrie’s deep chuckle reverted through the room, and the sound of the door opening and closing soon followed.
Your curves sunk into the mattress beneath you and the sigh you released was therapeutic. The same thoughts you’d been trying to push away began to crawl right back, and you wished so badly that they would truly disappear.
Valkyrie was here, she was gentle, and she was healthy. She was a breath of fresh air in comparison to the air trapped in your lungs that you felt you couldn’t release.
Yet, for some reason, you couldn’t genuinely feel the happiness you feigned around her.
She’d surprise you with flowers with your name adorned on the card they were packaged with.
Your name was the only one that rolled off her lips and it sounded so sexy when it did.
There were no imaginary twin sisters, no suspicious bruises, and no damning photos with girls who weren’t you.
And still, somehow, that wasn’t enough.
It was who the flowers came from, not the name they bore.
It was the accent your name was spoken with, and it wasn’t the one you wanted.
It took the strength of a thousand men to lift your head from the pillow that supported it. Your arm was deadweight, as heavy as lead as it moved across the comforter towards your phone that lay several feet away.
The screen was much too bright when you powered the device back on and your face took cover back in the pillow until it dimmed enough for you to look at it without wincing.
Once the buzzing started, it didn’t stop. Message after message, missed call after missed call, your phone was blowing up, and the flutter in the pit of your stomach told you who it was before you even looked.
She must have gotten your picture. The one you’d asked Val to snap “just because”. The second thoughts swarmed you immediately when it came to sending it but second-guessing yourself wasn’t a habit you wanted to keep. That little blue arrow was but a seductive little tease, drawing your finger closer and closer until the next thing you saw across your screen was “delivered”.
That’s how many times Shuri had called you over the past hour, how many times she’d been sent straight to voicemail.
Hundreds of messages started to pour through, all from the same number. As clever as she was, Shuri wasn’t a woman of many words and most of her texts repeated the same thing. You only tuned in to the last handful, skimming over them just barely.
‘You can’t do this shit better than me, baby.’
The smirk that made its way across your face was purely devilish. You had her bothered. Good, she should be.
This wasn’t a game you should be playing. You were supposed to be out of this toxic-ass relationship, not dipping your toe back into it, but the waters were warm and alluring, with the way they pulsed to and fro.
The temptation that soured your veins didn’t need to do much to sway you. The desire to hear her hurt, the urge to crumble her confidence, it was just too fucking strong to ignore.
The line only rang once before she picked up. Shuri didn’t speak, but you knew she was there.
“I can’t do this shit better than you, huh?”
“Well, guess what, Shuri?”
“I am doing this shit better than you.”
A scoff was all you heard through the receiver. “Oh, you think so?”
Shuri’s harsh words cut you off. “I saw that picture, y/n.”
She was giving you no chance to speak. “I know she ain’t fuck you good though, cuz she ain’t me. If she was me, she would have been too preoccupied to snap that cute lil pic. You would’ve been too distracted to send it.”
“Cuz the bitch I had in my bed tonight ain’t have her mind on nothing else but me, baby.”
Her words tripped you up, and you stumbled and fell hard. Of course, she’d had somebody else in her bed tonight or any night. That wasn’t outside of Shuri’s norm and you knew it. Within seconds, the chime of your phone sounded, and every nerve in your body begged you not to look at it, to hang up the phone, and never turn back. Unluckily for you, though, your muscles usually moved on their own.
Across your screen popped up an image: Shuri, with a broad in her lap. Everything about the photo took your cockiness and threw it straight out the window. The girl was naked, legs spread with Shuri’s fingers dipped between them. Her pale skin glowed beneath the contrast of Shuri’s umber tone and blond hair barely touched her shoulders, the very shoulders that had your princess’s lips pressed against them.
“You fucking with white bitches now?”
Shuri’s laughter infuriated you, and fury gained dominance over your emotions, shaking you from the inside out until the phone was trembling with your anger.
“Nah, baby, just getting a taste.
“I told you, you can’t do this shit better than me.”
“Fuck you, Shuri!” Your voice rang through the room, climbing several octaves. Its shrillness was unfamiliar to you, a sound you weren’t used to hearing in a pitch you weren’t used to hitting.
“That’s how I know she ain’t do a good job, baby, you still so angry. Want me to come over and fix it?”
This time it was a voice in the background that cut you off. Mumbled words that didn’t make any sense through the phone, muffled and whispered vibrato that was indistinguishable.
“Nah, Shuri. I want you to stop hitting my line, for good. Go enjoy your little snow bunny.”
Her deep chuckle withdrew a breath from you that got caught in the concave of your chest. “I sent ol’ girl home a long time ago. I gotta surprise for you.”
Unfortunately for Shuri, you were standing firm with a stubbornness that was just a side effect of the fury that flamed you. “Ion want any surprise you got for me.”
The pouty princess merely shook her head at your response, a sight she knew you couldn’t see. “I’ll see you in fifteen, baby.”
“Shuri, don’t you bring your ass-”
She’d hung up before you could even finish your sentence.
She could never fucking listen.
Fifteen minutes later, on the dot, a soft knock came from the heavy wood that granted access to the outside world.
Your legs swung over the side of the bed out of habit, but you truly didn’t have any intention of getting up. The knocking turned to thumping the longer you hesitated and she pounded the tough oak like she was the police.
Neighbors would begin poking their nosy heads out their doors if you continued to ignore her. It was two in the morning, and the old lady next door wouldn’t take kindly to being awoken like this.
The sheet around you would serve as a robe, just long enough for you to answer the door that would have swung right off its hinges if you were to pull on it any harder.
“Shuri, what the actual fuck-”
She stood still, leaning against your doorframe with a readable smirk dancing on her hard features. Your princess looked damn good, and she knew you knew it. The baggy tee hung loosely on her broad shoulders, and the thick, black sweats that sat low on her hips didn’t do a damn thing to hide those sexy ass dips that you used to trace with your fingers.
“Silence suits you.” Her head dipped as she pushed past and into your home.
Her voice was deep, a bit deeper than it was just moments ago when you were on the phone and she looked about your home as if she was stepping into it for the first time. Your eyes trailed her body so slowly you’d have thought the two of you were frozen in time.
Her curly top was gone. Like, gone-gone, not just the sides like before, but the whole damn head.
Instinctually, her hand rose to brush out the faded cut, like a habit she’d developed in minutes. “It’s always been cut, baby.”
Her hand outstretched toward you, luring your stunned figure straight to hers. She’d cast a spell and you were enchanted, letting her lead your body to hers until your breasts, barely concealed by the slipping sheet, were pressed firmly against her torso.
“Sh-Shuri, I’m not fucking stupid-”
“I never said you were, baby girl.”
It was much easier to ignore the charm in her voice when it was over the phone. Now, with her hands on your flesh and her fingers toying with the dimples in your back, her magic was much harder to resist.
Your words were lost in a void, and a hush fell over the room, over the space, over the two of you.
She was just toying with you, that’s all. That’s what you tried convincing yourself. Shuri didn’t want to do anything but come over here and play with your feelings.
But if that was the case, and you knew that was the case, why couldn’t you push her away?
Why did your heart thump a little harder when her eyes dropped to your lips and stayed there?
Why did anticipation creep through your belly when her head got lower and lower and lower-
Why didn’t you stop her when her lips touched yours?
It was so gentle, the way her mouth met yours. You can’t remember the last time Shuri kissed you so tenderly.
Her grip around your waist tightened, and if she pulled you any closer, your bodies would become one.
The sweet sound of your sigh was melodious and just as you began to melt beneath the heat of her caress, she pulled away.
It was such a pathetic sound, to hear you whine for a girl you weren’t even sure you wanted, and yet you did.
“What’s the matter, baby?” The heat on your hip traveled to your pouted lips when her hand left to graze the bottom one with the tip of her thumb.
What the fuck was the matter?
Here stood Shuri, the source of your headaches and late-night cry sessions. The liar, manipulator, player-girl on campus whom everyone wanted and everyone could get.
Here stood Shuri, the source of the thoughts that spun through your brain. The jokester, genius, who would move the heavens and the earth for you if you asked.
The whisper was so low, you weren’t sure she’d heard you. When she made no move to drop her hand from your naked body, you were sure she hadn’t.
“Why?” Her question cut your orders short and the fact that she even questioned you ignited anger.
“‘Why?’ Fuck do you mean ‘why?’”
“Why, baby? Why I gotta go?” Her arms snaked around you even tighter, and she dropped her head into the crook of your neck. The warmth of her breath tickled as she descended, causing a stifling giggle to catch in your throat.
Seduction rang throughout her tone, and like a siren’s call, it almost pulled you under.
“I-I want you to go, Shuri.”
“Because just an hour ago, you had some bitch in your bed-”
“But it wasn’t, Shuri. It usually isn’t more often than it is.”
Rage fueled your hands to fly with exasperation, and the girl before you flinched, as though they would come back down onto her.
“I’m not fucking dumb, Shuri-”
The response came from Shuri’s voice, you knew that for sure, but the girl standing before you hadn’t opened her mouth.
“Usisi-” That one came from the Shuri standing in front of you, slithering from between her clenched teeth like a reptilian.
Her eyes were no longer trained on you. She was staring at something behind you, a moving figure from the way her eyes shifted back and forth, and you almost didn’t want to turn around to know what it was.
Damn, those muscles that moved without instruction.
Shuri Udaku was standing in front of you, hands glued to your waist with a shortcut that she didn’t have yesterday, and yet, somehow, she was also standing behind you, leaning against your doorframe with crossed arms and the same curls that always hung over her furrowed brows.
You weren’t sure how long you’d stopped breathing, but it was long enough to earn a too-loud gasp at the sight before you.
Curly-haired Shuri’s arms dropped, and her hands fell into her oversized pockets before she started making her way toward you, and Short-cut Shuri’s grip on your body tightened.
“You’re not fucking dumb, y/n?”
A gaped mouth was all you could offer up in response.
“You play this game better than me?”
It’s like you’d regressed back to infancy, forgetting what words were and how to use them.
They didn’t make any sense in your scrambled mind, this didn’t make any fucking sense.
“Ngaba kufuneka uthethe naye ngolo hlobo (You gotta talk to her like that)?”
Foreign tongues spewing foreign words. Shuri times two, standing ahead of you, arguing with herself.
Your Shuri’s eyes shifted, taking in your barely covered body, still in her clone’s grasp, and you could practically see the fire ignite behind her gaze.
“Nalla, izandla zakho (your hands).”
“Kuthekani ngabo (What about them)?”
“Get them off my girl.” Finally, something you could understand. It was slow, the way the duplicate dropped her hands from your hips and brought them down to her side. As soon as hers were gone, Shuri’s replaced them, and the way she pulled your body into hers was rough. It should have hurt her, the harshness with which your back hit her front and her arms wrapped around you in defense.
“Baby-” Shuri’s lips brushed against your ear as she spoke directly into it.
“Sh-Shuri, wha-” It was barely a legible sentence, coming out in gasps that were lulled to silence by Shuri’s shushes.
“I told you I had a surprise for you, baby.” She spoke to you between kisses that were planted gently against behind your ear, trailing down your neck.
The Shuri behind you was the one speaking; it was her warmth you felt and her arms that engulfed you, and yet, it was the Shuri in front of you that had your attention. Your eyes couldn’t leave hers, with a thousand questions burning behind them.
“A surprise-” The crazy octaves you were reaching earlier had long gone, and every syllable that spilled from between your lips was so low, it took concentrating ears to hear.
Mhm, the vibrations from Shuri’s hum tickled against your neck. “Remember that twin you called imaginary?”
“Imaginary-” you parroted absentmindedly.
“Meet the imaginary bitch with whom I shared a womb-”
“Andizange ndithintitha (I didn’t stutter). Baby girl, Nalla. Nalla, baby girl. Umntwana wam oyintombazana (My baby girl).”
Nalla. You’d never heard Shuri speak of a ‘Nalla’ except for when she was making up a sorry-ass excuse. Yet, here she was, standing before you, a smirk smile etched across the perfect face she shared with her sister. Here she stood, reaching toward you until your hand was in hers and her lips pressed against it, leaving behind a warmth you wanted to feel again.
It didn’t last long enough, though, with Shuri pulling your hand from her sister’s grasp with a click of her tongue.
“I think you broke her, usisi.” A deep chuckle left Nalla’s lips, and her hand swayed back and forth in front of your gaze, trying hard to break whatever trance you were trapped in.
Shuri’s guard on you broke when the phone in her pocket began to buzz, snatching away her attention, and Nalla swooped in. Her hands tugged yours, pulling you away from her sister until the two of you stood chest-to-chest.
“Come back, baby girl. It ain’t that mind-blowing,” her whispers matched yours, speaking low enough to avoid Shuri’s wandering ears.
She underestimated her sister’s intelligence; Shuri was no dummy. From the corner of her eye, she could see her twin luring you into her space and how willingly you just stepped into it. Suddenly, the phone in her grasp was no longer of interest, and neither was the needy bitch she was entertaining in it.
One foot in front of the other, you were lulled by Nalla, closer and closer and closer, until the vibrations of Shuri clearing her throat shattered the bubble you allowed yourself to become encapsulated in.
“Was I interrupting something?” The question could have easily just floated through the air unanswered, had you not turned toward the sound of her voice and seen the arch in her brows and venom in her frown.
Words still hadn’t found their way back to you yet and there you stood, voice gone as though it’d been stolen straight from your throat.
Nalla took control of the impending situation while your brain was wracked for something to say and your needy eyes looked on from one sister to the other.
“Nah,” her long, veiny hands rubbed along the carve of her chin, and the shackled staring contest between the two of you was broken when her eyes found the ground beneath her. “Nah, Shuri.”
“Then back up. You a little too close to my girl.”
“Intombi yakho (Your girl)?” Nalla’s scoff is low, but not low enough, and it does nothing to diffuse her sister’s anger. She’s yet to release your hands from hers and Shuri’s taken notice.
“Yintoni ingxaki (What’s the problem)?”
“I didn’t say anything, Shuri-”
“Nigga, you called me over here-” The lookalikes are speaking as though you’re not standing between them, trapped in a Wakandan princess sandwich-
“Yeah, to iseti the irekhodi ngqo, not try and fuck on intombi yam!” Shuri’s english always breaks when she’s upset; a habit she’s yet to control. Half the sentence is in Xhosa and despite the few months you’d spent with her and the few weeks you’d spent in her country, the words still sounded foreign to your unfamiliar ears.
“Was she your girl when Snow White was laid up in your sheets earlier tonight?”
The step Shuri took toward her sister shook the ground below as though she’d moved the Heavens and the Earth to approach the two of you.
This was not a situation you wanted to be in the middle of, quite literally. Their native tongues flew, leaving you out of a loop that you found yourself to be at the center of. Nalla’s hand rose,pressing against Shuri’s chest and keeping her a full arm’s length away while you stayed squished between the two, barely reaching chin level.
While one twin bore an expression of pure rage, the other was totally amused. Shuri’s nostrils were flared, her teeth bare. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides, and you were certain that she was staring past you with a crimson hue.
Cowardice ran a single shiver down your spine, one which made itself more dramatic the more you tried to hide it. It missed Shuri’s eyes, but Nalla took notice and her brows met together in the middle with your reaction toward her sister.
“Kufuneka uhambe (You should go), Shuri.”
Her words were accessorised with little droplets of spit that collected at the corners of her mouth, her jaw taut with anger. “You taking her side? She-”
“I’m not taking nobody side, Shuri, but you’re scaring her.”
You weren’t scared. Who the hell did Nalla think she was, to accuse you of such an emotion?
Fear was an emotion that had escaped long ago when it came to Shuri, and while her fury was scorching, Nalla stood behind you, cooling the burn caused by your former flame.
You weren’t scared, though shocked you stood still, with Nalla’s hands still covering yours and her chest a rooted grounding point against your back.
“Go, Shuri.” Damn your voice for sounding so small, damn you for feeling so trivial.
Your nod was pathetic, as was the way you restrained from wincing when Shuri scoffed.
“Ha, ight. Let’s go-” Shuri spun toward the door too easily; with no fight. She’d been expecting to hear the sound of her sister’s footsteps follow-
The room remained silent.
Her slow turn was menacing, facing the pair once more, hiding the shock that etched its way across her face when she saw Nalla, standing where she had been before.
“Nalla, masihambe (let’s go).”
“I-” Nalla appeared stuck, flashing frantic eyes between you and her sister, unsure of which way to turn.
“Do you want me to go?” It was a question meant for you, just for you, as her whisper floated directly from her lips and towards your ear.
The room was still, three bodies awaiting an answer.
A confident ‘yes’ should have been your answer. She was a stranger, blood-related to the trigger of your trauma. They shared the same face, strong nose, and sculpted jaw and all. Their hands were similar, but where one grabbed at you roughly, the other stroked you to safety.
Your right shoulder bore the devil Shuri, the one who lied and cheated out of habit. The one who manipulated you like a game and lost her temper like you were a child. She made your stomach hurt, made your head tight with anxiety.
And on your left, was the angel Nalla. Maybe not an angel in truth, but an angel in comparison. You knew nothing of her other than her name, and she, you, yet here she stood, in defiance to her sister to offer you solitude and security. Her hand never left yours, and in thirty minutes, she’d treated you more tenderly than her carbon copy had in seven months.
You leisurely shook your head to and fro, the dome weighing too heavily on your shoulders by all the thoughts that consumed it.
Shuri’s laughter was heinous and it traveled with a chill like ice in your veins. “You for real?”
“Fine,” the princess spat, stepping into your personal space. She was so close, your noses were practically kissing.
Nalla’s grip on the fabric collected at your waist tightened and she was ready to pull you into the safety of her arms if her sister’s temper were to pop off.
“Fine, y/n. I’ll go, but ole’ girl tonight been better than you in seven mon-”
“That’s enough, Shuri. Hamba (Go).”
She parted without another word, and all you and Nalla could do was linger in the remaining essence of her presence.
Nalla’s deep vibrato broke through the silence first. “You good?”
If you were to nod anymore tonight, your head would roll across the floor like a bowling ball.
You were avoiding eye contact with the girl who so closely resembled the source of your hurt. Her head dipped until your gazes were level and a sympathetic smirk played across her chin. “She scared you mute?”
An audible sigh of relief escaped her parted lips when a smirk of your own mirrored hers and teased the corners of your mouth up. “I thought silence suits me?”
The heart beating in your chest stopped when her laughter rang through and my God, it sounded so much like Shuri’s.
“I was wrong, I guess,” Her eyes fall to the floor, searching for anything to look at but you.
“Fuck you apologizing for?”
“I thought you was just gonna stop at ‘fuck you’”, Nalla laughed again, and this time, you could feel it in your toes. “Nah, ma, I’m sorry for her. I haven’t really been keeping up with her shit these past couple of years-”
“Yeah, and I’m good on the apology and shit. Shit sappy, I’m cool.”
Nalla’s silent and for a moment, the two of you are frozen in time, just gazing at one another.
“Why you want me to stay?”
Your shrug was too nonchalant of an answer, and the way her head cocks to the left tells you just that. Any thought behind the question didn’t even bother to cross your mind before you responded. “You kissed me.”
On instinct, in a habit she’d surely picked up over a few years, Nalla’s hand passes over her barren scalp. “I did,” she admits through clenched teeth.
Here stood not-Shuri. She looked like Shuri, but she was not-Shuri. She’d kissed you gently, not like Shuri. She’d kept you safe, not like Shuri. She’d protected you, not like Shuri, from Shuri.
Nalla’s entire expression changed at your confession. Her perfectly arched brows jump to the top of her face with a look of undeniable surprise.
“I want you to do it again.”
Her breath caught in her throat when you closed the already non-existent gap between the two of you. “You do?”
Her question was lazy, as was the way her head fell to the side and her gaze deepened upon you.
You nodded one last time before your lips hesitantly met, almost as though this kiss were forbidden and neither of you knew who was to initiate it.
The kiss was forbidden, but once Nalla’s soft mouth descended onto yours, control rolled over into her court, along with your tongue.
How slow, how sensual could a kiss be before one of the participating parties would need to come up for air?
Nalla’s lips were just begging for your teeth to sink into their plumpness and the guttural groan it produced proved it to be a good idea.
Her hands tickled as they roamed your body, trying so hard to keep up the sheet that concealed your intimates while also searching for somewhere to rest while her mouth worked on yours.
The feeling was distracting and the damn sheet had to go.
Your lips never left hers when your arms rose to drop the white sea of fabric from your figure, allowing it to pool at your feet. Nalla couldn’t pull herself away from you to gaze upon the blessing you’d just feasted upon her and the control she once held was now transferred into your court.
With the guidance of your hands, rested underneath the shelf which held your ass high and your hips higher. She lifted you as though you weighed nothing, wrapping your long legs around her waist, bringing your body just a bit higher than hers.
You were mesmerized; the way she handled you was mouthwatering. You weren’t sure if it was the want to get over Shuri or the desire to wash Valkyrie’s touch from you, but you needed this.
This unfamiliar person whose lips you were starting to like the taste of and whose touch burned your flesh in all the right ways.
“Bedroom-” Nalla didn’t appreciate you breaking the kiss, immediately reconnecting your lips and ignoring your words.
Biting her lips once more proved successful to separate yourself for just a moment, though it was a moment too long for the princess.
Mm, hummed from the back of your throat. “Nalla, bedroom-”
“Are you sure?” her panting was hard to control; neither of you realized how long you’d gone without air due to the distractions you served for one another.
Whininess was not a trait you usually held, but it seemed to be a recurring trend tonight. Nalla released you from the air, from her arms gently, sharing in your sadness when your feet touched the ground and your bodies no longer touched.
Her hand felt like it was sculpted to fit in yours. It molded too-perfectly into yours as the two of you walked down the short hallway, turning the corner to your bedroom, with the bed still messy from you and Val’s rendezvous just hours earlier.
Nalla couldn’t hold back the smile that fell upon her features at the sight of your safe space. “Cute,” it was murmured, and she hadn’t even considered the possibility that you’d heard her.
The corner of her lip tucked between her canines and it had your tummy doing somersaults. Your knees buckled beneath her stare and the hunger behind her eyes. “Um,” Damn, she had you stammering. “Where do you want me?”
Her steps towards you were quick and effortless, as was the way she lifted you by the back of your knees and threw you atop the disheveled sheets. Your naked body bounced with the force of the quick movements and your thighs fell apart to brace yourself for the impact.
“Right there. I want you right there.”
Your pussy was on display to the girl before you and it had her hypnotized. She wasn’t even looking at your face anymore, too focused on your pretty brown and pink folds as she dropped to her knees.
Her arms hooked underneath your thighs, pulling your bare body to the edge of the bed, closer to her. She sank back onto her knees when your pussy rested in her face.
The anticipation in the room was thick enough to cut through and a sexy waiting game ensued. You sat, weight resting on your left arm with Nalla’s head between your thick thighs, not moving but wanting so badly to be.
She had all the patience in the world, sitting and watching your slickness collect and drip, inviting her tongue to lap up the nectar that was being wasted.
You had no patience at all, wiggling your hips, inviting her in, wanting to feel the same soft tongue that explored your mouth explore your cunt.
“You just gonna sit there and stare at it?”
Nalla didn’t move a muscle, other than her eyes, to look up at you. “Just waiting for permission, baby girl.”
“Permission? Nigga, I’m sitting here with my pussy in your face-”
Your words got lost in your throat when a cool stream of air hit your cunt and it quivered beneath Nalla’s gaze.
“Nalla, man-” You’d never been so whiny with Shuri, never this needy for Val.
“Tell me I can eat it, y/n. Tell me I can play with you. I need to hear you say it.”
If she would have just touched you already, she’d have known you were fucking soaked; she wouldn’t have needed verbal confirmation.
“You can eat it, Nalla, please-”
The rest of your sentence was swallowed by loud and proud moans. Nalla’s flattened tongue spreading your lips and tasting from hole to hole. The muscles in your abdomen tightened at the sudden sensation and your legs curled into your body, allowing the focused girl all the access she wanted.
Nalla was a fucking munch. She kissed at your cunt the same way she did your lips, slowly and sensually and so seductively. Her tongue dipped into your hot core, licking up your taste from the source. Your moans were her melodies, egging her on to continue.
“Ohhh, my gawdddd, Nalla, shit-” Words just thrown together, that made sense in the beginning, and made much less sense now. The tip of her nose rotated about your clit while her mouth swallowed you whole. Every sensation she brought upon you was a new one, from the way she lapped at your lips, to the way she just barely brushed your clit with teasing moves.
You wanted so badly to grab at her hair, but the lack thereof left your hands empty and grasping for something until they rested upon your own breasts. Harsh tugging and not-so-gentle rubbing of your erect nipples between the tips of your thumb and index finger contrasted boldly with the slow way Nalla used her entire tongue to rub across your cunt.
“You taste so fucking good,” The accent, the cussing, the way she licked and sucked as though you were the best meal she’s ever had, it was almost too much.
Your moans morphed into grunts the closer she brought you to your edge. Your clit was so round, so smooth and it fit so perfectly in her mouth when her lips enclosed around it, sucking the little bean hard and flicking the tip of her tongue over it in rapid succession.
“I-uh, I’m close, I’m close-”
It would have been polite to warn the Wakandan that you were a squirter, but your words were slurred together and she couldn’t decipher where one began and another ended. She felt your impending orgasm, with the way your wetness collected on her chin and your clit swelled between her puckered lips.
She was unsuspecting when her index finger played between your folds. Just one, then two, and three, playing at your entrance, but not daring to enter.
But you were so wet, so fucking slick. A slight twitch in your movements caused Nalla’s fingers, all three, to stretch you out as they entered with no warning.
“Oh fuck!” Nalla’s lips released your clit and she planted herself at your entrance, still three fingers deep, mouth open and tongue out. Your cum dripped down her chin, trailing down her neck and falling to the bed as she tried hard to not let any go to waste. What a sticky mess you’d made, in a way that you never had with Val.
Nalla’s eyes bore into your soul when the grip of your warm pussy finally released her hand and she stuck all three fingers in her mouth, sucking your taste off of them and savoring every drop.
“Anybody ever tell you you taste so fucking amazing?”
Again, she bore that lip bite that could rip the clothes off a nun. “You do.”
Every muscle in her arm was visible as she raised from her knees and onto her feet, slinking across the bed until her face was right in front of yours.
Your hands were still shaky, recovering from your orgasm, when you brought them up to her face and pulled her lips to yours, taking her bottom lip in your mouth and sucking your taste right off of it.
Nalla’s eyebrows rose in amusement that quickly faded when you pulled her face in again, entangling your tongues together as your cum passed back and forth between your two mouths.
The girl before you smirked when you let her come up from air, eyes glued to your lips before they rose to meet yours. Her sultry lip bite was enough to ignite another round and her whispered words found your ear as she laid you gently against the cool sheets underneath you.
Nasty indeed. Who didn't play this game better, Shuri?
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