❁ཻུ۪۪♡ all eyes on you
Pairing - shuri/black fem!reader
Word Count - 8.6k
Contains - smut (18+), dom!shuri, fingering, cunnilingus, edging, choking/breathplay, overstimulation, voyeurism, dacryphilia (kind of), strap-on, swearing, kinda mean!shuri, tad bit of angst
Divider From - @firefly-graphics
Sneak Peak - Three and a half weeks had gone by, each second brang an agonizing twist in your stomach as you fought the urge to run back to Shuri. Truthfully, you were surprised you held on this long, you were doing so well. You did a few boxing lessons with a new coach, and she was good enough to get the training done; but everyday you boxed opponents that lived in your head, forcing punches in the ring that surrounded your mind. And it was that day, the day that curiosity got the best of you, emerging victorious in the hidden match that tugged at your brain as you found yourself back where you started
Tags - @inmyheadimobsessed @amplifiedmoan @vampzxi @abenomeiiii @heejayy @shurismainbxtch @shurislover @shuriszn @naomis-daydream @prettymrswright @pocketsizedpanther @gardenof-venus @vys-intentions @tiii-iiiiii @venusdusse @verachii @thelibravenus @ihearttish @playhousedistee @somethingcleaverandwhitty @niyahwrites @prettymrswright (comment if you wanna be tagged in future fics, 18+ please)
Writers Note: in honour of Tish announcing that’s she’s gonna be playing a boxer, here’s some good shit for y’all!! Love youuusss. Hope you enjoy!
❁ཻུ۪۪♡ As the bell rings, Shuri immediately takes a defensive stance, guarding her face with her gloves. Her opponent comes at her with a flurry of punches, but Shuri is too quick for her. She ducks and weaves, slipping punches with ease. In a sudden move, Shuri lands a powerful left hook that sends her opponent reeling. The crowd erupts in applause as Shuri continues to dominate the fight. Her movements are fluid and graceful, yet powerful and precise. She is in complete control of the ring, and her opponent is no match for her. The crowd surrounding you roared as Shuri blew unstoppable punches, knocking her opponent out as she reveled in the sound of her boxing name falling off hundreds of tongues.
“Panther! Panther! Panther!”
She was a skilled fighter, with lightning-fast reflexes that always knew how to bring life to the crowd. Shuri was also a strategic thinker, always looking for ways to outsmart her opponents and stay ahead of the game. You were one of the few people who got lucky enough to have her as a boxing coach, and this was the first time she invited you to come to one of her matches. The sight of her was addicting. The way she basked in the praise being given to her as the sweat poured off her inked body, it made your feelings for her magnify in ways you hadn’t planned for tonight. Seeing her as an active participant in the ring opened your mind to new possibilities. The way her skin hugged every muscular contour, the way her sweat shimmered against her dark skin, the way she smirked in her victory as blood poured down her face, spitting it out as she continued to linger in her praise; your mind wandered to fantasies you shouldn’t be having. Her physique was lean and muscular, her arms toned, and her core was defined to perfection; all a result from years of rigorous training and conditioning. You couldn’t help but get lost in her build and the way her sweat gleamed against it, she was annoyingly attractive and it didn’t help that she was an obvious flirt and damn good at it.
“Panther! Panther! Panther!”
The crowd continued to chant for Shuri and you joined in their celebration by smiling uncontrollably as she winked at you from the ring. Her mouthguard came to play, gripping them through her pearly teeth and the sight alone almost made you crumble. Shuri was becoming bigger, more known in the boxing world. She was climbing her way up, and although you were undeniably happy for her, it was not your desire to be dragged into the spotlight because of her fame. Yes, you were grateful for this opportunity to have her as your boxing coach, but you were a simple girl. You loved boxing as a form of exercise, expression, and movement; Shuri loved boxing for all these reasons too, but to see her bask in the praise being given to her, you knew she loved it all. It wasn’t a bad thing, it just wasn’t your thing.
---
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Hmm?”
“The match, baby…did you enjoy it? It wasn’t too much? The lights, the loud crowd…the blood? You’re ok?”
You hesitated, uncertain about how to respond to her question because, truth be told, you found yourself relishing it more than you should have.
“Yeah, I enjoyed it.”
Shuri smiled, her gaze focused on the road ahead as she drove you home.
“You sure? I didn’t see you yelling my name like the rest of the crowd,” she playfully teases, a crooked smile painting her face that tickled your stomach.
“I was just basking it all in, is all. You did amazing out there, Shuri. Like insanely good.”
Shuri smiled once more, clearly flattered by your words.
The rest of the ride home was filled with nothing new. Shuri used her eyes and nonverbal cues, skillfully enticing you with a seductive allure that permeated her every word and gesture. It was clear that she was well aware of her effect on you, and her strategies were undeniably effective.
She pulled up to your condo, putting the car in park as she turned her body to face you. Her face was perfect, even after the cuts and bruises that stained her facial facade, her lips swollen from taking blows, her beauty remained untouched. And when that radiant smile graced her face, it sent your heart racing in an instant.
“You coming to practice on Thursday?”
“I’ll be there.”
You weren’t sure if you were going to be there.
“Good. Just making sure this match didn’t scare you away from boxing.”
A fleeting silence hung in the air, your mind filled with a whirlwind of overwhelming thoughts you had no desire to hold in anymore and it was written all over your face.
“Why do you train me alone? Away from all your other students…why do I get trained alone?,” you abruptly ask, immediately shifting the tone that’s been set.
Shuri’s face is covered in confusion. “Y/n, I already told you. I see a certain potential in you I don’t see in others. You have skill…real skill that deserves extra attention. Didn’t I already tell you this?”
“Yeah, I guess you did.”
Shuri's index finger glides across your face, tracing a gentle path against your skin while you reluctantly succumb to her touch. She possessed a profound understanding of how to provoke a reaction from you, both inside and outside of your boxing sessions.
“I also think the prettiest girls deserve more attention,” she adds, her voice flowing with a seamless alluring quality. You let out a pitiful smile, one that leads Shuri to believe she can push the boundaries even further. “We can take it to your room, pretty. What do you say?”
She was unbelievably enticing, almost impossible to deny because you almost straddled her at that very moment and shoved your tongue down her throat. Your pussy throbbed at her words, her gentle touch made you leak. You discreetly squeezed your thighs together, silently hoping that she wouldn't notice the desperate act, but she did.
“What’s wrong?,” she laughed. “I can be gentle if you need me to.”
You swear you almost let out a moan right there, but you swallowed it, refusing to give her the satisfaction of the power she most definitely had over you. You permitted yourself to savor the delicate caress of her touch for a brief while before opting to stand your ground.
“I’ll see you on Thursday, Shuri.”
She smiled, kindly pulling herself back into driving position before starting her car. “I’ll see you on Thursday, y/n.”
After reciprocating her smile, you departed from her vehicle, carrying an intense turmoil deep within your gut. The sensation of unease brought forward a sense of guilt, because you wanted to explain to Shuri that you needed a new coach for the sake of your own well-being. Your need to stay focused barely outweighed the fact that Shuri was an extraordinary trainer, surpassing your wildest expectations that you’ll forever be grateful for; but she also served as a captivating distraction and this realization solidified your decision to part ways.
---
Shuri walked around you, analyzing your stance and body position as you threw blows to the punching bag. She spoke in a calm, authoritative voice, guiding you through each movement. The sound of your gloves hitting the punching bag echoed through the empty gym, as Shuri encourages you to hit faster and harder. You’re sweating, and Shuri’s slight menacing stare was starting to make you nervous. This mentorship was normal, but after her touch from a couple nights ago, her gaze was making you tense, resulting in you being unable to perform to the best of your abilities. Shuri noticed this.
“Keep your guard up, y/n,” Shuri instructs. “And keep your feet moving. You’re doing so well, don’t forget what I taught you.”
You nod, trying to comply with her instructions, but your body becomes enticed by the way she looms over you. You could swear her eyes began to wander to places they shouldn't be, causing your breath to catch in your chest. You throw in some more punches, eager to impress Shuri.
“Again,” Shuri demands, her voice stern. “Put some more power in it this time.”
With a deep inhale, you gather yourself before proceeding to unleash your punches, envisioning counterattacks being thrown in response. Your body moves with fluidity, effortlessly positioning itself to facilitate powerful arm movements. As you throw your punches, your box braids gracefully sway in sync with the rhythm of your body. The sweat trickled down your face as you grew confident in your quick reflexes and the proud smile that drew across Shuri’s face, but that confidence quickly diminished as you felt rough hands clutch your hips. Shuri positioned you, pressing her chest against your back and you almost went limp.
“You’re so close, baby, just position yourself a little more like this, yeah?” She exerted firm pressure on your hips, forcefully maneuvering your body to adhere to her commands. Her hand started a deliberate descent down your body, burying her face into your neck while your chest rose and fell with each labored breath. Her touch pressed firmly against the sensitive area just before your pussy, causing your breathing to intensify even further, your knees unintentionally buckling up. “Just relax, y/n. Wanna know how to throw the perfect punch? You have to relax your body.”
“Shuri,” you lightly moan, and you feel her smirk against the skin on your neck. She lets you go, granting you the necessary space you need to proceed. A sense of embarrassment washes over you as you realize she was testing you, assessing to see how easy it would be to get you to comply to her and you were no challenge at all.
“You keep practicing your positioning, I’m gonna go take a quick shower, ok? I’ll be in the locker room if you need anything. Keep it moving, I wanna see you perfect this by the time I’m out.”
You nod.
The gym goes quiet, with nothing but the sound of your fists hitting the vinyl material in front of you. You knew today had to be the day; the day you would admit to Shuri that you needed to find a new coach for your own betterment. You would tell her that you appreciated her hard work and all the dedication she put into making you a better boxer, but then admit that you had to find someone new. Someone that would teach you the work without giving you the distraction.
After what seemed like 15 minutes, Shuri appeared from the locker room. She was wearing baggy shorts that extended slightly above her knees, revealing glimpses of her Nike boxers peeking out from the waistband. Her matching Nike sports bra accentuated her well-defined physique, showcasing her sturdy arms. Intricate ink covered her skin, with tattoos adorning both arms, extending upwards toward her neck. Additionally, symmetric tattoos trailed both sides of her torso, mirroring each other in captivating patterns. A white towel was draped casually around her neck and shoulders, while her flawless curls glistened with dampness from the shower water and you could not ignore how mouth-watering good she looked. Oh, how you just wanted to…
“Y/n? You down?,” she repeated, her voice abruptly interrupting thoughts that had no business taking up space in your already stressed mind.
“Hmm?”
She chuckled. “I was asking if you wanted to come to my next match. You know…since you enjoyed the first one so much,” she asked with a flirt. Of course you wanted to go to her next match; cheer her on as you relished in her attractiveness, how good she looked in the ring as she basked in the crowd's praise. But you knew better. Going to see her a second time would only make it harder for you to stand firm in your decision.
“Actually, I was hoping to talk to you about something.”
“Yeah? What was that?”
You inhaled deeply, bracing yourself as the words hesitated to escape your lips.
“So…I was thinking…”
Shuri raised an eyebrow. “What were you thinking?”
“I was thinkingggg…”
“Fuck y/n, just spill it out.”
You sighed, frightened of the response she would give you. “I think I need a new boxing coach…”
“What?” Her face went stiff, confusion written all over it and rightfully so. You lightly tossed your gloves to the side, massaging your sore knuckles as you made your way towards her.
“Look Shuri…you’ve been a great coach. It’s obviously a once in a lifetime opportunity to train with someone as gifted as you but…”
“But?”
You pondered, questioning yourself on how you should proceed to complete your sentence; whether you should tell her the complete truth or give her a fragment of what needed to be said. You settled for the safer option.
“I just don’t want to get in the way of your career…you got a lot going on for you, I wouldn’t wanna slow your ass down.”
She momentarily paused, tugging on the ends of the towel that wrapped around her shoulder. She tilted her head back lightly, a playful grin emerged on her face as she chuckled softly.
“So what’s the real reason, y/n?,” she laughed.
“I’m not playing Shuri.”
“I’m not playing with your ass either, y/n.”
“Shuri, let’s be for real for a second. Your name is climbing up there. I’m not tryna get sucked into all that. I need a new coach, that’s it. Now stop being nosey and hop off my ass.”
A profound silence permeated the gym, enveloping the space as Shuri stood still, deep in contemplation of the words you had spoken. You remained motionless, unable to do anything but wait anxiously for her response, feeling light-headed in your anticipation
“Anyway, your dramatic ass can hop in the shower. I’ll be here when you’re done.”
“Shuri—“
She plopped her earphones in, purposely making a statement that she did not want to hear you any longer. You rolled your eyes, defeated by her arrogance and her inability to understand your dilemma and you let yourself be defeated, for now, because Shuri did not train a quitter.
—-
You indulged in a refreshing, cool shower, allowing the water to soothe you weary body, intentionally prolonging your stay to avoid Shuri and her antics. You didn’t want to hear from her anymore.
You stepped out of the shower, efficiently drying yourself off as you lathered your brown skin in your favorite body lotion. You slipped on a pair of black leggings, one that accentuated your toned ass and you couldn’t help but appreciate yourself in the mirror before putting on your gray hoodie. You gathered your things, preparing to give Shuri your final words of gratitude but Shuri, however, had a different agenda in store.
“Oh shit…you scared me,” you say, startled by her presence you didn’t expect to see so soon.
She was leaning her body against the red lockers that encircled the room, her hair still slightly damp from her earlier shower. You swallowed harshly at the sight, almost intimidated by her demeanour that seemed to surpass any power she had over you, even as your coach. She gracefully lifted herself off the lockers with a push of her upper body, making her way towards you; the sight causing a flutter of unease to stir in your stomach.
“Shuri, please…I’m not play-”
“Sshhhh,” she whispered, her body wavered over yours. She was fairly taller than you were, and her assertive presence only added to her height, making it seem like she towered over you. In a gentle, almost affectionate manner, she pushed your body against the wall, causing you to drop your bag to the floor in surprise. Her unexpected action caught you off guard, yet she effortlessly made it feel as if this was a familiar part of your routine, weaving seamlessly into the fabric of your interactions. Her eyes remained on yours, making sure you were okay with this, hungry for it as much as she was.
“You’re scared of me, aren’t you?,” her voice was modulated, a pleasant sound that began to pierce through your skin. You said nothing, unable to bring words together to form a rational sentence. “You’re scared of the way I make you feel.”
“Shuri…”
“Ssshhh, baby. Just…please.” She inhaled deeply, practicing self-control as your eyes provoked her. Her lips lingered right above yours and you took no time to close the gap, catching you both off guard as your lips collided. She effortlessly complied, her hands gripping your hips as she started to place slow, deliberate kisses along your neck. Overwhelmed by the sensation, you instinctively grasped her curls, guiding her to that exquisite sweet spot that elicited a moan from deep within you; an unexpected sound that flushed you with a mix of arousal and embarrassment.
“Do that again.”
“Mmm.”
“Yeah…yeah I like that.” Her palm begins to trace down your torso, her lips still plunging kisses into your neck. She paused just above your pussy, making your grasp on her curls tighten. She took her lips off your neck, coming back to face eyes that drowned in a pathetic sense of desperation. You were frantic, needy for her touch and Shuri grew smug at the sight of you.
“May I?”
You nodded so quickly, ashamed of how easy and open you were for her. Shuri smirked, proud of the hold she had on you. She slipped her fingers under your leggings, coming head on with the mess she created in between your thighs. You unintentionally bucked your hips forward in dire need, causing her fingers to graze your clit over the material of your panties and you gasped at the feel of it. Once again, Shuri smiled and did not hesitate to begin playing with your agonized, wet cunt.
“Oh my god Shuri.”
She ignored you, slipping her fingers up and down your slit, your clit nerves pounding underneath her mocking touch. Your knees weakened, struggling to maintain your balance as her gentle touch rendered your body delicate and vulnerable. The pleasure coursing through you compelled your face to surrender, submitting to the waves of ecstasy coursing through your pussy. Shuri teased your hole, slipping the tip of two fingers inside, making sure you were ok to proceed and you nodded hectically. She dipped her fingers into you, her eyebrows creased together at the feel of your fleshy walls. You were snug, your pussy promptly clenched around her, aching to keep her in there.
“Damn, y/n. You’re tight, huh?”
“Mmm, yeah.”
“How does that feel, baby?”
As you parted your lips to respond, an involuntary, feeble moan slipped from your throat before any words could form. Tears welled up in your eyes as she intensified her movements, causing your lashes to glisten with the arousal emanating from the fiery friction between your thighs. Shuri's dissatisfaction was evident; she wanted to hear you, hear it come from your mouth on how good she felt inside you. She gently grabbed your throat, applying just enough pressure that compelled you to surrender completely.
“It feels good, Shuri. I…fuck.”
She curled her fingers, angling them perfectly to hit the spot you needed most.
“Right there?”
“Yeah.”
She thrashed into your delicate spot a few more times before removing her fingers completely, cleaning your pleasure off her fingers with the swish of her tongue. You whimpered in a pitiful manner, your eyes producing tears for how much you needed her.
“Why’d you stop?,” you pouted.
Shuri rolled her eyes. “You’re annoying.”
“But..please…please Shuri.”
Once again, she seized hold of your throat, drawing your face nearer to hers as fervent moan escaped your lips.
“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
You shut your eyes, completely under control as she watched the way you yearned for her.
“I don’t want you with anyone else.”
She let go of her grasp on your throat, bringing you back onto the wall behind you. Shuri dropped to her knees, removing your leggings and panties completely and you winced at the cool air that grazed your exposed lower body. Shuri lifted one of your legs over her shoulder, leaving you open to her devour, and you were incapable of doing anything in the matter. She wasted no time, taking your sensitive clit into her mouth forcing you to groan in pleasure.
“Yeah, right there. Just right there. Don’t stop.”
She felt euphoric, the way her tongue swirled around you made your heap of nerves pulsate heavily, sending waves of pleasure throughout your pussy.
“I’m so close, Shuri. Fuck. YEAH.”
She removed her tongue, coming back up to face you as she proceeded to push her fingers into you. She pumped hard, leaving no room to take it easy on you. You mirror her movements, riding her as you feel that warm, tingling feeling coursing through your pussy walls.
“You wanna cum, baby?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhmm.”
“Well don’t.”
You moaned pitifully, holding your orgasm as Shuri dragged her fingers in and out of you. Every push became more painful as you struggled to delay your release. It was a mixture of torment and thrill as she edged your throbbing pussy. She could tell you could not take it anymore, your orgasm was just above her reach and she pulled out immediately, giving you nothing but a wave of suffering. You whined pitifully, your aching cunt screaming at you in desperation as you watched Shuri lick whatever pleasure you gave her. The ghost of your halted orgasm lingered inside you, creating the most vivid concoction of pain and pleasure.
“It hurts,” you whined, tears staining your saddened face.
“I know baby, I know.” She brushed your box braids that fell down your face, wiping your tears as she smirked at the picture she created. “I just wanna make sure you come back to me.”
You pouted in urgent need of her. You didn’t want to wait. You wanted her now. You almost wanted to finger your own pussy to ease your pain, but you knew she wouldn’t allow it.
She possessed a well-crafted strategy, one that proved to be remarkably effective. She planted a final kiss on your forehead, releasing you from her grip as she helped you put your clothes back on and gather your things. She offered you a ride home, but you decided that it would be better for your sanity to take an uber. She didn’t argue with you, allowing you this time to yourself as you contemplated your decision to leave her. You remembered her words, and the possessiveness of her touch; it was overwhelming as she made it much more complicated to stand your ground.
“See you tomorrow?,” she asked, her eyes laced in desperate arousal.
You nodded. “Yeah…I’ll see you.”
---
Three and a half weeks had gone by, each second brang an agonizing twist in your stomach as you fought the urge to run back to Shuri. Truthfully, you were surprised you held on this long, you were doing so well. You did a few boxing lessons with a new coach, and she was good enough to get the training done; but everyday you boxed opponents that lived in your head, forcing punches in the ring that surrounded your mind. And it was that day, the day that curiosity got the best of you, emerging victorious in the hidden match that tugged at your brain as you found yourself back where you started.
Outside the gym, you lingered discreetly, observing her in silent contemplation as she vented her frustrations on the punching bag. The reluctance to reenter the premises after your abrupt departure weighed heavily on your conscience, evoking a wave of guilt that got stuck in your throat, making it hard for you to swallow. Shuri persistently unleashed blows upon the bag, oblivious to your watchful gaze through the gym windows. She was wearing a black hoodie, the hood partially resting on her head as her curls peered through. Her baggy sweats and gold chain added to her allure, making it even harder to face her because you were afraid to give into how incredibly good she looked. Her face remained stern, fully absorbed in channeling her anger with every forceful swing. The rhythmic motion caused her gold chain to sway in sync, while her curls glistened with moisture from the perspiration cascading down her forehead. Inhaling deeply, you steeled yourself, readying your mind and body for whatever lay ahead. You tapped on the window, hoping it was loud enough to get her attention in the midst of her obvious frustration. She cast a discerning glance in your direction, punctuating her punches with a few final strikes before walking towards the locked door. As she swung it open, her figure occupied the threshold, leaving no space for you to enter.
“Can I help you?” Her anger was transparent, her tone dripping with passive-aggressiveness, and you acknowledged that she had every reason to feel that way.
“I just came by to say hi.”
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“Is that it?”
“Yeah.”
“Ok cool, bye.” She made an abrupt motion, attempting to slam the door in your face, but your well-honed reflexes, that she taught you, came into play as you swiftly intervened, preventing the door from closing.
“Wait Shuri…please. Can I come in?”
Shuri sighed heavily, rolling her eyes as she obliged to your request.
She resumed her single boxing session, throwing blows you knew would knock someone out had it been a person instead of a punching bag. You stood uncomfortably on the sidelines, waiting for the right moment to interject and provide her with the explanation you believed she deserved. She persisted in her actions for a few more moments until a rush of calm began to wash over her body. Gradually, the frustration etched on her face began to dissipate, not entirely, but enough to instill a surge of confidence within you that she would be willing to hear what you had to say. She took off her gloves, manspreading on the chair as she unwrapped the bloody cloth that hugged her knuckles.
“Shuri?’
“Hm?”
“I need…fuck. I got to talk to you.”
“There isn’t much to say, y/n. You made your point pretty clear.”
“Actually, I didn’t say enough.”
“Y/n please. I heard you. I heard you loud and clear. You don’t wanna see me and I don’t wanna see you. That’s all I need to know.”
“It wasn’t that simple, Shuri,” you defend yourself.
“You literally just left with no explanation. It’s pretty simple.”
“Well I’m here now, aren’t I??”
“I don’t care. You can go back from wherever the hell you came from.”
“Shuri-”
“What??”
You let out a heavy sigh, creeping your body closer to hers. A mere couple of feet separated you, and you found yourself absorbing her dark gaze as she waited for you to speak. Sweat trickled down her furrowed brows, her face covered in a hostile glare as her jaw clenched in impatience. She was upset. Angry. Hurt that you would leave so abruptly after she worked diligently to make you the skilled boxer you were today.
“I’ve been seeing a new coach. She’s great. Helping me out and shit--”
“Go fuck her then.”
“What? Fuck, let me finish my sentence. You’re being fucking dramatic as hell.”
“Nah, you know what’s dramatic? Fucking crying while being fingered. I didn’t even give you dick.”
Her words caught you off guard, leaving you momentarily disoriented and struggling to recall what you had to say. Shuri thrived on being in control, whether it was in physical confrontations or verbal debates. She possessed an unwavering determination to emerge as the victor, using her skills to secure her position. But this time, you felt she wasn’t playing fair; she had no interest in hearing what you had to say.
“You gonna let me fucking talk now or what?,” you asked abruptly in an attempt to gain control of the argument. Shuri rolled her eyes, tired of hearing you speak but knew you weren’t going anywhere until she let you.
“What I was trying to say, before you rudely cut me off, is I was seeing this trainer and she’s real good and all, she’s been really helpful and shit…but…”
“But…?”
You exhaled deeply, expressing both frustration and weariness as you moved your body towards her. You stood in between her manspread legs, tenderly tracing the contours of her chiseled face which bore faint bruises from her recent boxing match. She lightly winced once your gentle touch came into contact with a fresh bruise that marked her left cheek.
“What happened here? This wasn’t here the last time I saw you.”
“I’m a boxer y/n…shit happens.”
You crouched down to meet her eye level, coming face to face with a defeated Shuri. She looked exhausted, the complete opposite from her usual champion state.
“Listen Shuri. I’m back here because I realized I fucked up, and I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”
She leaned into your touch, placing her tender cheek into your palm and you swear you could exhale in relief at the gesture.
“If I’m being completely honest, I was so scared you were going to get caught up in the thrill of it all and forget me,” you stupidly admit. “And I know how stupid that sounds, but I can’t help that that’s how I was feeling. It’s ridiculous, I know. I’m sorry.”
Shuri took your hands, holding them in her own as she placed kisses on your knuckles. A subtle smile appeared on her face right before you playfully tugged one of her curls just to watch it spring back up. You both softly laughed at the gesture, relieving the palpable tension that invaded the room. This was the most gentle you’ve ever seen her, the complete opposite of the tenacious facade she wears in the boxing ring. At last, her lips met yours, momentarily tricking you into believing it was her way of granting forgiveness, only to shatter that illusion with 7 simple words.
“Show me how sorry you are, yeah?”
You nodded, brought back into your compliant state as Shuri’s body language brought back her need for dominance. Rising to her feet, her sculpted physique loomed over you as she proceeded towards the central boxing ring in the gym. You trailed after her like a trainee would, captivated by the prospect of what lesson your coach had in store for you.
"Step into the ring," she commanded, gesturing with a nod of her head. Without hesitation, you complied, entering the boxing ring effortlessly.
“Shuri, what’s happen--”
“Shut up. Take off your clothes. I wanna see you.”
Caught off guard, you cautiously heeded her words, sensing her fervor and determination to finish what she started 3 and a half weeks ago, and there was nothing but an equal eagerness burning inside you. You did as she said, subtly cringing at the cool air as you were left in nothing but your pale blue undergarments. Shuri rested herself against the edge of the ring, her arms crossed on the ledge as she eyed your body. You grew embarrassed as you noticed her wandering eyes come to a halt at the damp spot that developed between your thighs, staining your brand new pair of panties you had just bought.
“I didn’t even touch you, baby,” she teased and you could feel the warmth rise to your face. “Sit down y/n, get comfortable. Spread your legs, I wanna see everything.”
Again, you listen to her without hesitation. You sat down, opening up your legs for her to see. You pulled the fabric to the side, exposing your soaking pussy to her greedy gaze.
“Yeah. You’re gonna have to take those off.”
You do.
“Play with yourself.”
“What? But I want you to do it,” you sulked.
“Hey, who’s the coach here? Me or you?”
“You.”
“Then I don’t wanna hear it. Do as I say, and play with yourself. Show me how fucking sorry you are.”
You nodded, wanting to get this over with so she could get in the ring with you and finish you off herself. You took your fingers, wetting them with your saliva before you began rubbing your clit. You pushed with a subtle aggression into your bundle of nerves, causing your jaw to drop as you bashfully moaned Shuri’s name.
“Shuri.”
A malignant smile appeared on her face, your moans boosting her ego as she dwelled in the effect she had on your body without having to lay a finger on you. The lustful yearning in her eyes grew stronger, as you began thrusting your fingers into your soaking hole. You felt the way your walls expanded, contracting your pussy walls with each reckless plunge.
“Oh my god, Shuri. Yes, Shuri. Just like that. UNH.”
“Damn, it’s really like that? I’m not even touching you.”
You looked down at yourself, entranced with the sight of how your pussy swallowed your fingers with ease. Shuri’s touch remained absent from your body, but your vivid imagination painted pictures you yearned for; pictures of tattooed digits sucked deep into your creamy pussy.
“It should be me watching you in the ring more often. You up for that?”
“Shuri,” you moaned once more, becoming less and less embarrassed with how smoothly her name fell off your immoral lips.
“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?,” she provokes, arrogance plastered on her face without shame.
“I’m…I’m so close. So fucking close.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Ok, hold on.”
“Huh?”
Shuri entered the ring, gracefully slipping under the flexible rope. She rolled the sleeves of her black hoodie up to her elbows, exposing her tattooed forearms and you almost moaned at the sight. She sat beside you, looking you dead in the eye as you continued to frolic with your aching pussy. You were on the verge of climax, so close to experiencing release, when Shuri abruptly seized your wrist, preventing you from finishing yourself off. A mixture of anguish and longing escaped your lips as Shuri once again denied you the pleasure you craved.
“Why do you keep doing that?,” you cried. You looked pathetic and Shuri reveled in the sight of you.
Shuri remained silent, opting instead to lie down on her back, lifting her hoodie to expose her impeccably sculpted abs and the hint of her Nike boxers that peeked out from her gray sweatpants. The tattoos that trailed down both sides of her torso created a pulse you felt in your cunt as you admired how etched she was.
“Sit…right here,” she ordered, patting her abs to motion you over. You obeyed, straddling her as you felt your bare pussy come in contact with her body. She grabbed your hips, pressing you harshly into her abs as she maneuvered your body to grind against her. Her defined torso grazed your puffy clit and you moaned instantly.
“Aw baby,” she taunts, pressing you down again. “Are we that needy?”
The feeling of her was euphoric, transcending any touch you’ve ever been given. You surrendered to her touch, reveling in the sensation as she pressed against you, utilizing the strength of her abdominal muscles to apply more pressure. Your clit rubs aggressively against her, sparking a fire of pleasure into the nerves that surround it. Your pussy muscles tightened at the way she felt and your body almost gave out.
“Shuri, holy fuck. This feels so good. This feels--shit Shuri. Unh. UNH.”
Your body started to lose its precision, your limbs growing numb as every physical sensation your body had to offer was pushed into your throbbing clit.
“I can’t. I can’t.”
“You can. And you fucking will.” She pushes you harder onto her, flexing her abs to increase the pressure and you could do nothing but accept that she wasn’t letting you go; not from the ring, nor from her grip, and certainly not as her favorite protégé. Your slick glistened, creating a glossy sheen on her dark skin, coating her abs as you moaned in desperation.
“Fuck…fuck Shuri. Fuck, I can’t.”
“Yes you fucking can, I didn’t train you to be a quitter, did I?”
“Unh. Mmmm. Fuck.”
She contracted her abs once more, generating a tantalizing sensation that penetrated deeply into your clit, blending pain and pleasure.
“Did I?,” she repeats.
“N--no.”
“Then shut the fuck up and stop complaining, baby.”
You lowered your upper body to grab Shuri’s throat, using her neck as a support, swiftly seizing control of the situation and catching Shuri completely off guard. Determined to dominate, you intensified the grinding motion against her, urging yourself further into her. As Shuri withdrew her hands from your hips, you continued to rock with an increased intensity; the sight of Shuri struggling with your hands gripping her throat ignited a wild frenzy into your senses.
“Shit y/n. Damn…shit.” Her breaths became staggered as she grabbed your wrists in hopes to remove herself from your tight grasp, but you didn’t budge.
“You’re crazy.” A smirk crept onto your lips as you observed her struggle for something as basic as oxygen. Your pussy clenched, overwhelmed at the sight of her.
“Shit Shuri, I’m so close..I--”
But she overpowered you, swiftly separating you from her body, and a sigh of defeat escaped your lips once again. Shuri proved to be cunning, toying with you as a form of punishment for your abrupt departure without a single word.
“Stop doing that shit, it hurts,” you complained. Shuri stood up, watching the tears fall from your eyes from both the pleasure and pain of your denied orgasm. She reached down to grab your throat, lifting you from the ground to meet her tall stance.
“You complain too fucking much.”
“Mm,” you moaned, grabbing her wrist as she lifted you a little more. You were on your tippy toes, gasping for air as she tightened her grasp around your windpipe.
“Don’t fight it, baby. Just let it happen.”
She took 2 digits, wetting them with your juices before slipping them inside you. She held her hand still as you began to grind down as your body's response to a lack of oxygen.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” You couldn't respond as your lungs were fighting to catch a glimpse of air. Truth be told, you were enjoying every second of it.
“I know you do. Your pussy shows it.” With each subtle squeeze, your cunt clenched in response, hugging her fingers that remained deep into you.
“Just a little more,” she whispered, tightening her grip as you squirmed beneath her. Even on your tippy toes, she was slightly taller than you were. You opened your mouth wider in an attempt to gain oxygen but instead a strangled sob came from the back of your throat as you could do nothing but choke for the woman in front of you. Drool fell off your tongue as you began to suffer beneath her tight grasp, and Shuri chuckled in amusement, reveling in the sight of your distress. “You look fucking sexy when you struggle.”
She maintained her hold for a few more moments until she felt you couldn’t take it any longer, letting you go as you collapsed into her arms. Your breathing was labored as you tenderly massaged your throat. Shuri held you close, planting gentle kisses on top of your head while tenderly running her fingers through your box braids. But the act of softness diminished quickly as she tugged on your braids, forcing your eyes back onto hers.
“You still wanna cum, baby?”
More than you ever wanted anything in your life.
You helplessly nodded, willing to do anything to soothe the pleasure that was locked in between your legs.
“You’re really fucking needy.”
“Shuri please,” you begged.
“It’s ok baby, I'm right here. Here, rest against these,” she softly demanded, holding onto the red rope that surrounded the ring. She sat in front of you, unclipping your bra to leave you completely bare for her satisfaction. She wasted no time opening your wet folds, playing with your glistening slit and it’s clearly driving you insane. You were crying, desperately begging for her to finish you off. She avoided your clit, wanting to watch you writhe beneath her touch and a pitiful groan escaped your lips as she inched closer to where you needed her most.
“Aw, poor angel. You need me to take care of you so badly.” Her words were torture, her touch even more so. She took the tips of her index and middle fingers, swirling them just enough inside your hole to drive you into madness. She was so close, yet frustratingly distant from where you yearned for her to be. She brushed aside the braids that obscured your face, perspiration clinging to your skin. Deliberately, she probed deeper with her fingers, eagerly anticipating the reaction your body would offer. You arched against the unsteady rope, utilizing it as leverage while gripping onto the material tightly, your knuckles losing color as you gripped aggressively. Your legs opening wider for the woman in front of you, and she took this as a signal to use you for her consumption. Her forceful strokes were merciless, each thrust in and out compelling you to clench even tighter around her. The desire to keep her inside, to retain her presence until you unleashed your release upon her, consumed you.
“Holy shit, holy fuck Shuri. That feels fucking amazing. You’re doing so--shit.” You began thrusting your hips to match her tempo, allowing her fingers to fall deep into you.
“Pushing against my fingers already?,” she teased. She grabbed your throat once more, bringing your ear to her sultry lips. “That’s fucking pathetic.”
You clasped both your hands around her wrist as a means for stability, driving your hips toward her with aggression; your back falling into the red rope, etching into your sensitive skin.
“You look good like this…my hand around your throat.”
“Unh.”
“Yeah, baby?”
“UNH.”
“Damn, you’re really enjoying this, huh?”
“Mmm, fuuuuck.”
The squelch of your drenched cunt echoed through the gym as you consumed every shove Shuri knocked into you. You felt your release approaching, characterized by rhythmic muscle contractions overtaking your twitching body. Your pussy walls pulsate against her and Shuri could feel you.
“You still sorry, y/n?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought.”
She let go of your throat, bringing her hand down your body until she came in contact with your clit. She rubbed you just enough to send your nerves into a frenzy as her other hand continued fingering your pussy walls. You were approaching your limit, unable to bear it any longer. Every sensation surging through your entire being provoked you to the brink of exhaustion and you absolutely needed to cum.
“Shuri?”
“Yes, baby?”
“I gotta..fuck. UNH. I need to cum, please.”
“No.”
“But…it feels so good, too fucking good, oh my goodd.”
“I don’t care how good it feels. You’re not cumming.”
The sensation of your denied pleasure created waves of desire swimming through your veins. Your body began to respond by producing more slick, oozing intensely onto Shuri’s wrist. The blood flow in your pussy increased, heightening the sensitivity in your clit that Shuri was rubbing vigorously. There were numerous reasons Shuri was edging you to insanity; of course she wanted to enhance your impending orgasm but she also wanted to remind you who was in charge, remind you of the power dynamic that always has and always will be between the two of you.
“You wanna cum, y/n?”
“YES.”
“Are you sorry for leaving me?”
“Yeah, oh my god!”
“You gonna stay with me, baby?”
“Mhmmm, yeah. YEAH.”
“That’s cute.”
“Shuri…fuck. PLEASE.”
She pumped a few more times.
“You gonna come to my match next week, princess?”
“Yeah…I’ll come to your fucking match Shuri. SHIT. UNH.”
“That’s what I fucking thought.”
She shoved her fingers into a few more times, bringing her free hand back up to your throat. You whimpered and cried for her, you have never felt a need so heavy in your entire life.
“You did so well for me, y/n. You can cum now, my girl. Let it ou--”
“UNH, FUCK. UNNHHH YEAH. FUCK SHURI, FUCK. YES.”
You cried out in ecstasy, lingering in every throb that your pussy gave you. The pleasure was excruciating, forcing your body to shake uncontrollably against the rope behind you. Your nerves around your clit intensely tingled through your orgasm, only adding to the warm sensation coursing between your legs.
“Oh my god Shuri, holy fuck. YEAH.”
Every orgasm Shuri denied you came back tenfold and you felt it everywhere; a powerful, wave-like sensation that started in your beating cunt and radiated outwards to the rest of your body. Your release was explosive, spraying Shuri as you wiggled and writhed in front of her. Your heart rate increased as you moaned in your well-deserved satisfaction. Shuri praised your body with kisses, allowing you this moment of pure bliss she knew you worked hard for.
“You’re so fucking wet baby, give it all to me.”
“Shuri? Fuck.”
“You still cumming, baby?”
“Yeah…it won’t stop. It’s not stopping.”
“Just feel it, princess. Let it all happen. You deserve it.”
“Mmh, UNH.”
After what felt like an eternity, your body gradually eased back into a state of calm, reconnecting with your surroundings. You went limp, collapsing into Shuri's comforting embrace as she tenderly caressed your brown skin.
“You’re incredible, y/n.”
You nodded, teetering on the edge of sleep in her tender embrace. Sensing your exhaustion, Shuri assisted you in getting dressed again. She gathered your box braids and secured them in a ponytail, giving your face the rest it needed after what she put you through.
“You’re so beautiful, y/n, have I ever told you that?”
“Hmm?”
Shuri smiled.
“Never mind baby. I’ll see you next week?”
“Yeah.”
She plants a kiss on your forehead. “Cool.”
---
Before Shuri was scheduled to enter the ring, you went into her locker room mere minutes prior. She was already dressed in her boxing outfit, donning a robe that emphasized her status as the "Panther" champion. Your intention was to offer words of support until you unexpectedly found yourself swiftly hoisted and pressed against the wall, while Shuri's strap loomed inches into you. Aware that someone might be lurking outside, awaiting the arrival of the boxing champion, both of you attempted to maintain minimal noise, but doing so was damn near impossible.
“UNH.”
“Yeah, it’s like that baby? It feels like that?”
“Yeah…I…fuck.”
The intensity of your moans escalated beyond your control, potentially audible to any curious ears lingering outside the door. Shuri found herself needing to clamp your mouth with her hand, reducing the sound of your moans to a muffled sound against her palm. As the pleasure surged through you, your eyes rolled backwards, your saliva escaped your mouth and dripped onto Shuri's hand all while she thrusted with powerful determination.
Your pussy walls began to dilate, squeezing her pulsating strap and Shuri could feel it all. She felt every throb, and she pushed every pounding ache you gave her right back into you, fucking you into oblivion. Shuri knew her clock was ticking, the crowd roaring her name in the distance as you moaned her name into her palm.
“Panther,” you moaned into her skin, using her boxing title that drove Shuri insane. “You’re so fucking big.”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Uh huh.”
“Look at you…you’re helpless.”
“I wanna cum,” you wined, your lips still pressed into Shuri’s flesh.
“I know baby,” she replied, her voice was smooth. “I can feel it.”
Every single moment spent with Shuri from the past year with her; every lesson, every match, every drive back home, came flooding back to you at this very moment. You were so overcome by the power of Shuri, completely submerged in the way she made you feel both physically and emotionally. You tried to hold your tongue, stop yourself from saying words you didn’t mean, but irrational thinking won against you, compelling you to say the words you probably shouldn’t.
“Shuri?”
She removed her hand from your mouth, leaving you open for anyone to hear.
“Yes, princess?”
“I….unh. I love you.” Tears fell from your eyes in both emotional and physical pleasure, your orgasm paving way into your pussy, itching to be liberated.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Say it again.”
“I love you Shuri, I love you.”
“Well I love this tight pussy.”
“Fuck…oh my god. Oh my fucking god. I’m gonna cum.”
“Go ahead, y/n. You’re such a good girl. My good fucking girl.”
You unleashed a primal scream, not a care in the world for the crowd calling Shuri’s name in the distance because the only mouth that mattered to Shuri’s right now was yours. You cursed and whimpered as the boxing champion started to withdraw, reinserting the now lubricated strap back into her boxers and shorts. Once again, you were a wreck.
“Pull yourself together, baby. I’ll see you out there, yeah?”
“Mhmmm.”
She cupped your face, gently kissing you on the forehead.
“Good girl.”
---
Watching Shuri as a boxing champion in the ring will always be one of your top favorite sites to see. It was a captivating experience; from the moment she stepped into the squared arena, an aura of confidence and determination surrounded her. Her presence alone commands attention, and the atmosphere becomes charged with anticipation.
With each move, Shuri displays a perfect blend of agility, strength, and technique. Her footwork is swift and precise, allowing her to effortlessly dodge and weave around her opponents' attacks. Her punches are delivered with a combination of speed and power, landing with precision and impact. She analyzed her opponents weaknesses, using them against them and this was a technique you now knew all too well about.
The crowd roars with excitement as Shuri engages in thrilling exchanges, showcasing her defensive skills by slipping punches and countering with calculated strikes. She exudes a level of grace and finesse that holds a place in your heavy mind.
The energy in the arena becomes electric as Shuri unleashes her signature moves, giving a final blow to her opponent that made her champion of the match.
“Panther! Panther! Panther!”
You clapped like a love-sick fool, proud of the woman that bathed in the crowd's roar. The arena erupted in thunderous applause, acknowledging her as a true boxing champion: The Panther. Shuri basked in her praise for a while, right before she made her way out of the ring to come face you. For a split moment, all eyes were focused on you as you momentarily stole the spotlight from the champion standing in front of you. You were surprised by her unexpected gesture as she brought you in for a kiss for hundreds to see. The crowd cheered you on, applauding the loving gesture you two shared that displayed on the jumbo screen above the ring. Shuri gently parted her lips from yours, and in that fleeting instant, the surrounding crowd seemed to fade into silence, as if the entire room emptied out, leaving just the two of you intertwined. You were overwhelmingly proud of her, on the brink of tears as she smiled at you.
“I love you,” she confessed, loud enough for only your ears to hear as the audience continued their Panther praise.
“Panther! Panther! Panther!”
“I love you,” she reiterated, holding you one last time before she made her way back into the boxing ring.
