#bottom!shuri

Growing up, your father instilled the significant role the Mining Tribe played in Wakanda's advancement, he took pride in being a leader in your community, and his pride reflected in you. His teachings were what drew you to Vibranium in the first place, what made you want to study it, and all of its capabilities. Studying science is what drew Shuri to you. She could not resist the presence of another young, gorgeous mind in her lab. Her words.

The images made you smile a bit, reminiscing on the many times your mother had to pry you from his lap in his office. Simpler times. Coming home after many months away unsettled you now though, the idea of speaking to your parents sent your stomach into a frenzy. You were not the same as when you saw them last, instead, you were an improved version of yourself, more confident.

But said confidence seemed to escape you now that you were reaching for it.

“Are you going to stand in that spot like a statue forever?” Shuri's amused tone snuck up behind you, fingers wrapped tightly around both your suitcases.

You huffed a breath. “Maybe if I remain still enough they won't see me.”

“Wamkelekile kokwenu mtanam! My baby!” The door swung open and your mother rushed down the steps.

“Too late.” You rolled your eyes at Shuri's snarky comment.

You were in your mother’s embrace before you knew it. She rocked you from side to side and you returned the hug. Your father emerged soon after, followed by your younger sister.

“Oh, how we’ve missed you, my dear.” You hugged your father, then your sister.

“Ndinikhumbhulile mama noTata. I am glad to be back.”

Shuri stood awkwardly behind you watching you greet your family. She refused to interrupt, and you were sort of relieved she hadn't spoken yet. You had a feeling it was her way of helping you prolong the inevitable.

She caught your sister's eyes then, and they widened like saucers. “Um, why is the Queen here?! You know the Queen?!”

Your parents’ attention shifted to Shuri too and she waved shyly. “Hello.”

“Your Majesty, we were not informed you would be arriving. Our apologies.” Your father tried to bow, but Shuri stopped him.

She moved in closer to you, and realization flashed within your sister's eyes. She smirked with a hum and you narrowed your eyes. Your parents, however, were none the wiser.

“Please, call me Shuri. I am only here as a friend to this one here. I hope it is okay that I stay.”

Your mother nodded. “Well of course, but I am sorry our guest room is not prepared.”

“Oh, I'm sure they would not mind sharing a room. All good friends do it, right?” Your sister pointed her loaded question at you and you huffed.

Your mother’s eyes were back on you, then Shuri. “Is this something you are comfortable with your Majesty?”

“Shuri. And yes, it's more than fine.” They nodded and began ushering everyone inside. Your family filed in ahead of you and Shuri, your feet still refusing to move. A sharp pinch to your butt caused you to yelp. Shuri concealed her laughter, feigning confusion as your family turned to see what was going on.

You waved them off with a lame excuse of stubbing your toe on a rock before shooting her Majesty a glare.

“That's sure to get those feet moving.” She hopped up the steps at lightning speed, both bags in one hand, and was through the door in seconds. You were still getting used to that, her newfound agility. Inhaling a deep breath, you finally moved toward the house and stepped into the foyer. You did miss home, a lot.

You missed the smell of your mother’s cooking, her baking, the strong cinnamon scent that clung to all the furniture. You missed it all terribly, and you were delighted to finally be back.

•••

After getting settled in your old room, you made your way downstairs for the tea your mother prepared, where you found Shuri already engaging with your family as though she'd known them most of her life.

You loved that about her. You loved everything that she was, but her ability to make a home in everyone's hearts with zero effort would always be one of your favorite things. Her laugh echoed through the kitchen as she chatted with your father. Your mother served her cookies and she accepted them graciously, biting into one with an exaggerated moan.

She beamed, despite the recent dark clouds looming over her life, Shuri was the sun — forever shining, forever heating your heart in the way only she could. She emerged from the storm not drenched in rain, but sun-kissed and resilient as ever.

You were staring, and you knew it, but you didn't care. Her smile still gave you butterflies. They fluttered inside you, the warm hibiscus tea only making them more excited as it slithered down to your depths.

“If your goal is to out yourself before you are ready, staring at the Queen like that is a sure way to do it.”

Your sister's voice startled you, and you rolled your eyes at her smug smile. “That is not my goal.”

“Well, I was fooled.” She made herself a cup of tea and stood near you behind the counter. “You could not help yourself, could you? You couldn't have fallen for someone regular, it had to be the Queen of our country. How did you manage to pull off the trick of the century, eh?”

Still as nosy as ever, still as rude. You scoffed and she laughed lightly. “You should mind your business.”

“Have you come here to tell them? Is that why you've come home after nine months?”

You sighed. She would not leave you alone, not until she got her answers, so you decided to bite. “I will tell them when I am ready.”

“Or they will figure it out before you get the chance to, with the way you can't seem to keep your eyes off her. Oh big sister, are you in love, truly?” Her eyes twinkled and you knew her interest was genuine.

A silly question really. Was it possible to exist inside of Shuri's world and not love her? “I am.”

Your sister squealed and pulled you in tight, drawing the attention of your parents and Shuri. The moment her eyes were on you, everyone else in the room ceased to exist. It was only the two of you.

“Bast, the two of you lack self-control. But I find it endearing I suppose.” She skipped off to her room after waving shyly at Shuri, having lost all interest in your conversation.

Your father ushered you over to the living room. “Come come, my baby. The Queen tells us you are now head of the design group at her lab, this is true?”

“Unofficially.”

Shuri shook her head, patting her lap for you to sit, and you almost took the bait, until you remembered where you were. You sat next to her on the couch instead and she blushed before speaking. “Officially. I am unable to frequent the lab as I used to now that I am Queen, so most of my responsibilities will fall to you. I will make the official announcement when we return.”

You wanted to kiss her, but you settled on a simple thank you.

“You know this interest in Vibranium started as a child. Always begging to go to the Great Mound with me every day.”

Your mother nodded in agreement. “This is true. These two were inseparable, thick as thieves. I see all of those late-night teachings have paid off.”

Shuri's grin was wide, prideful as she listened to your mother and father gush about your nerdy ways. You could tell she liked them, and they loved her, and it made you happy.

•••

Shuri shifted restlessly next to you. You were attempting to read a book before bed, but her twists and turns were a serious distraction. She'd been like this for the three nights you two spent at your parent’s house so far, and you knew why, you just chose to promptly ignore it.

Your days were usually fine, your sister and Shuri drew quickly to each other, having bonded over their love of teasing you and that younger sister complex they so clearly had. Nights were different. Shuri grew needy, whiny, and you had to suppress your natural instincts to tend to her.

She huffed a whine, pushing her right hand through her curls. “I cannot take this any longer.”

“Are you hot my darling? I can open a window if that would make you feel better.” Eyes never peeled from your book as you spoke. The irritated groan she gave you made you chuckle, and you turned the page.

“Why haven't you touched me? It's been days, I have never gone this long without your touch. Please, I need it now.”

You placed a warm palm on her shoulder and squeezed. “Touch.”

“That is not what I meant.” Shuri pouted and you grinned to yourself.

You licked your lips, turning another page. “What of those years before you knew me, or my touch? What would you do on those restless nights?”

“If you're suggesting I pleasure myself, I assure you, I will do it. I need friction, and if you're unwilling to provide–”

You looked up from your book finally after hearing her threat, eyes hot and scolding. “Oh? Is that what you are prepared to do, sthandwa? By all means...”

“Only if you keep neglecting me. I just crave your hands all over me. I need you.” Her voice was a whisper, alerting you she wasn't quite bold enough to challenge you in that regard.

“My sweet, you know why it has to be this way. I have yet to speak to my parents, haven't told them about us.”

“Your parents are not infants, I’m sure they have already figured it out. Do you often bring Wakandan royalty home with you on your visits? Do you usually sleep in the same bed with them?”

You sighed, acknowledging she was probably right. You’d noticed the way your mother eyed you in the kitchen when you insisted on making Shuri's breakfast for her. She liked it a certain way, and only you knew how to prepare it. You peeped how she nudged your father as you placed the plate before her, squeezing her fingers and fighting the urge to kiss them, and the tattoos decorating them.

“They believe we are just friends. Nothing else as of right now, and I don't want to risk them finding out we are more when they hear your screams of my name. I have an image to maintain in their minds, you know?”

Shuri sat up near the headboard and turned to face you, gasping dramatically. “I will not apologize for enjoying myself when we are intimate. If I’m loud, it is only because you're doing a fantastic job and I want you to know that. You want to remain innocent in their minds, but we both know you are nothing of the sort.”

“And that is precisely why me touching you right now is a terrible idea.”

“I can be good, I promise. I just need to feel you.” Shuri pried the book from your hands, plopping it on the nightstand before straddling your lap. You were adamant about denying her, but your treacherous body gave in the moment her lips found your neck, melting under the feeling.

She rocked her hips against your thigh and you could already feel how damp her crotch was through her briefs.

“Shuri…” You breathed out when her teeth grazed your nipples through your thin sleep shirt.

“I need you, my love. Please.” Her rhythm of humping your leg was picking up and so were her small cries. The idea of her getting off just by rubbing against you had you soaked. Your hands were still at your sides, and it was growing harder to resist placing them on her hips to guide her.

Shuri threw her head back with a moan and you watched her work in complete adoration. “I'm so wet for you my love, want you to taste me.”

“You can't say things like that, Shuri. My restraint can only last so long.” You moaned lowly with her, your arousal intensifying at the sight of her actions.

“Stop resisting me. Please me.”

You let out a long groan. “My parents are in the other room. I can't–”

“Please? I need you, only you.” Words she knew would drive you up a wall. You pulled her in by her throat, crashing your lips to hers. Shuri giggled into the kiss, knowing she would win, she always did. Wet mouths devoured each other, peppering hot pecks along necks and jawlines.

Your hands gripped her hips, helping her rhythm, steadying her, your lips still on hers.

“Lay back for me my dear.” Shuri followed your instructions in excitement. She always took pride in getting you to do bad things. You hovered above her, connecting your lips sloppily whilst sliding her boxers down.

The second your fingers pressed onto her clit, she screeched. She was wetter than you'd ever felt and you couldn't fight your desire to taste her. “You said you would be good.”

You spoke your words before dipping your two Shuri-coated fingers into your mouth. She watched, eyes wide, nibbling on her bottom lip, as you tasted her.

“I'm sorry. I'm only excited, I will be better.” Shuri pulled her shirt off and spread her legs, inviting you all the way in, and who were you to deny yourself? Overindulging in her was an acquired skill. Your lips met her neck, biting a little, and she whimpered.

“Do that again.” A shameless request, and you obliged, pulling her skin between your teeth. She hissed at the pain, and you smiled into the action. Your tongue licked the indent you made before placing a gentle kiss there.

Moving further down her figure, you pulled her right nipple into your mouth and tweaked the left, then switched, giving them both equal attention. She gasped, too loud for your liking and you glared at her.

“Shuri.” Her name on your lips was scolding enough, and she apologized once again. You returned your mouth to her nipples and she allowed herself soft, short breaths. She was a mess, and you’d barely begun.

You pecked your way down her stomach, nibbling on her abs and she purred. Soft sucks on her waist were sure to leave bruises. Finally, you reached the place where you knew she needed you most. A glorious sight, Shuri's pussy was the prettiest thing, and was high up on your list of favorite things about her.

“Is all of this for me?” You glanced at her glistening folds, running your middle finger through her pool, then back to her eyes and she nodded. You pressed a kiss to her drenched clit before beginning a light suck, wanting to test her promise. All she gave you was a quiet whine and you smiled. Your mouth worked her soft bud and you brought your fingers into the mix, slipping them inside her without effort.

Moaning at the way her heat responded to your touch was an immediate reaction as you ate her out. Her wetness was a taste you could never grow tired of.

The acts of slurping her clit and finger fucking her hole had her thrashing about. “Yes! Yes! Oh, right there!”

It was too much for her, you knew that, but you also needed her to behave. You pulled your fingers from inside her and licked her clit one last time before climbing back up her body. “My love, I do not enjoy being disobeyed.”

“Feels too good.” Her lids were stamped shut as she pulled her nipples.

You rolled your eyes in defeat and stood, sliding your lacy panties down to your ankles before stepping out of them. They were balled inside your fist before you returned to the bed. “Open.”

She did as you asked and you shoved the fabric into her pretty little mouth. “I would advise you to breathe through your nose darling.”

Your hungry lips were back on her cunt again, devouring every inch of her saturated folds. Your tongue darted in and out of her hole and she clenched around it, back spiking off the bed. Shuri’s swollen clit twitched under your pruned thumb and the sloshing only increased. Not once did her moans elevate above a desperate hum.

You were enjoying yourself, reveling in the taste of her juices splashed all over your face. You lapped every drop up and she wiggled, grinding harder into your mouth and tongue.

Three fingers pumped her and Shuri shot up instantly. She peered down at you between her thighs through hooded eyes as you fucked and sucked her, nodding her head in approval. She looked so sexy with your panties sticking out her mouth, chest heaving, and covered in sweat. It was nearly enough to send you all the way over untouched.

“Am I the only person to ever make you feel this good, my Queen?”

Her fingers locked in your tight coils, guiding your head up and down her wet cunt. “Mhmm.”

Nimble digits stretched her leaking entrance, slow at first, then your pace accelerated. Your eyes trained on her barely open ones, and you knew.

You spanked her pussy lips with your free hand, daring her to make a sound. Pride filled you when she continued her hums, eyes rolling all the way back in her head. “Come for me, do it for me, baby. In my mouth.”

She grunted in the back of her throat, grabbing your head and grinding her sensitive nub firm against your tongue. Shuri's head flew backward, her breathing picking up, and she trapped your head in between her shaking thighs. Her hold was tighter than ever, and you could barely breathe.

The strength of the Black Panther was a force to be reckoned with, still, you would be happy to be rendered unconscious by her power. You were growing to love it, got off on it even.

Shuri came with a long gurgle, and her squeeze loosened. You gasped for air, fingers still deep inside her, soaking up her intense clench. "I'm so proud of my perfect girl."

She fell back into the pillows and you went up to join her, lips dripping with her cum. You took one last look at her stuffed cheeks and smiled before removing your undergarments.

“Are you satisfied now my dear? Have I touched you enough?”

She shook her head, barely maintaining her grin as her orgasm swam within her system and coursed through her veins. “More. Need more.”

“More? More of what, my sweet?” You were not at all surprised by her response. Once you gave Shuri a taste of anything, she would always want more, her amplified stamina only made the hunger ten times worse.

Your back was against the headboard, and she sat up to face you. Shuri reached to tug your top off and you let her, eyes lighting up at the sight of your round breasts and hard nipples. She massaged them with both hands, a smirk dangling from her mouth.

You let out a deep sigh when her thumb flicked your sensitive nipples. She knew the slightest contact was enough to have your head swimming. “This is not about me. Tell me what you would like more of, Shuri.”

“More of you on me.”

You licked your lips, needing to taste her cum once more. You knew what she was asking for, and you were fully prepared to protest, then she put your boob in her mouth, tongue swirling ferociously, and all thoughts of saying no evaporated from your mind.

“Okay.”

She clapped her hands, already getting into position. Shuri was on her back again, pulling her ankles all the way back near her ears, and wiggling her toes. Fuck. She was showing off, and you loved every second of it. Her flexibility was such a turn on and it increased the thumping at your core. Cum still dripped from inside her, running all between her lips and folds, and you longed for another taste.

It was like Shuri read your mind as you watched her dip a digit inside herself, bringing it to her mouth to suck.

A grin plastered on your face when she moaned at her own flavor. “You're beyond filthy, you know that?”

“And you love it.” She giggled, grabbing her leg again.

You mounted her, thighs on either side of the backs of hers. Your clit was on her clit instantly and you both moaned aloud. Reprimanding her was out of the question this time, seeing as you broke the rule also.

“Ready?” Shuri nodded and you moved, sliding your cunt up and down her own. Your eyes were trained on her and how she parted her lips. She let her moans and cries pile in her throat, not wanting to disappoint you. Your clits knocked together angrily with your sinister pace and you were fighting screams of your own.

Your slick mingled with Shuri’s cum from her first orgasm, creating a low, continuous squelch as you rode her. She was losing hold of her shins as her pleasure built up, up, up, and you gripped her feet.

“Mmm, sthandwa, you feel so good against me, getting me wet. You’re being so good and quiet.”

She moved her head up and down needing more praise.

“Doing amazing for me,” You rolled your hips into hers intensely, the pressure of being clit to clit already tugging on your orgasm. “What a good girl, allowing me to make you feel so good. You're perfect.”

“Yes, I’m your good girl.” Shuri bucked up into you, amplifying the sensation you were both feeling, chasing the release you both craved.

Praising her subsided the obscenities threatening to escape you. You felt a little guilty now, forcing her to remain quiet through all of this. She was correct, it did feel too good.

“I'm going to come for you again. Only you can make me come.” She whispered her words and they floated up to your ears sweetly. The bed creaked slightly, but not loud enough to cause concern, so you kept going, gliding your bud against her sore one.

Your pussy leaked onto hers, sloshing and sloshing. Shuri pinched your nipples as you pressed her legs back further, needing a better angle. That pang of pleasure had you reeling.

“F-Faster!” She whisper-shouted and you considered it. Picking up the pace would mean more noise, but you weren't thinking straight, not with Shuri's sopping cunt rubbing against yours. It was a gamble you’d have to be okay with. You did as she suggested, increasing your speed of grinding into her.

You were both close, and you knew there was no way either of you could ride your orgasms out without a sound. You leaned in, muttering to her before kissing her roughly, still maintaining your speedy pace.

“Come with me my darling.” It pushed her over, you too, and you were both coming hard, bliss rocketing through you as you swallowed each other's mewls.

Slippery strings of cum and slick tied your pussies together, and the wonderful squishing was not a thing you wanted to end, but it had to. Dipping your digits into your mess, you let the mixture of your juices dance on your tastebuds, eyes flicking shut. You rolled beside Shuri, body spasming uncontrollably from the immense rush of ecstasy. Heavy breathing filled your ears as Shuri nuzzled into your perspiring frame, shaking just as you were.

“I love you so much.” You kissed her head, and something told you she still wanted more. You were fresh out of reasons to deny her now, having felt the same rush you're sure was driving her. “How else can I make my baby happy?”

“Inside.” She kissed you and it took no time for you to return it.

You glared at her, dumbfounded. “Surely you didn't pack it with your things, Shuri?”

Her grin was conformation enough and you rolled over dramatically. “You are very, very bad. In my parent's home? The home they raised me in? Sthandwa, I don't know about this.”

“I know I can be good, I know it! Please? I won't take long, I promise!”

You agreed, and she shot out of the bed. Amazing, the way she moved like she hadn't just experienced two shattering orgasms. Your single one was still filtering through you and you could barely keep your eyes open, but Shuri was anxious to grab her strap-on from her bag whilst still floating on hers.

When she returned, she acknowledged your exhaustion, so she put it on for you. It didn't take long before the device was on you, and adjusted to your body. Shuri was already sprawled out beside you and you hovered over her.

You slapped the dildo against her slippery pussy, causing her wetness to splash on the insides of her thighs.

The tip teased her tired hole and a tiny whimper darted from her parted lips. You loved that melody. “You have to be quiet my Queen. Don't want to get in trouble with my parents.”

Shuri nodded eagerly, wiggling her hips in attempts to get the toy deeper inside her on her own. This displeased you and you frowned. You leaned forward, tugging her nipples harshly and she winced.

“I need you to speak when you are spoken to, understand?”

Shuri stopped her wordless response, giving you one that satisfied. “Yes my love, I will be quiet.”

“And I am not fond of your impatience either. Trust that I will fuck you when I am ready.”

“I'm sorry, I will be good for you.” The softness of her voice made your clit jump. Seeing Shuri this way, desperate and hungry for you, was something you enjoyed entirely too much. You loved hearing her whine, loved seeing her shudder as she succumbed to frustration.

You slid the thick toy through her damp folds slowly, dragging it out for as long as you could. Shuri was gnawing on her bottom lip below you, biting back strings of moans. “Tell me where you want it, my dear.”

She stuttered, sucking in some air to help her speak. “I-Inside. I want you inside of me, deep.”

Her words were all you needed. You scooted up the mattress, back pressed to the headboard, deciding last minute you wanted her in a different position. Shuri caught on to the change in plans immediately, and she was on your lap soon after.

She sank onto the large strap, stretching herself wide with a gasp. She met your eyes, and you reminded her of her promise of silence. You rocked in and out of Shuri’s tight pussy, loosening her up with each hard thrust. Her arms slung around your neck to keep herself upright and you gripped her waist as you fucked up into her.

“How does that feel, my dear?” You did not think it possible that she could get any wetter, but she was full of surprises. Her juices lubricated your drilling, making your job easier.

All she managed were dumb little babbles. Shuri's nails clawed into your back, pulling you closer than humanly possible, and your nipples grazed. Holding the power to make her feel everything as you fucked her amplified your own lusty desires.

“What did I say?”

“Yes. You make me feel so good, only you.” You smiled then, intensifying your pounding and rocking the bed.

You slammed into her again and again, watching her tits jump, and she humped you back just as fiercely. Her resilience was a wonder. “So greedy, taking me so well.”

You hit her bundle of nerves deep within and she bit down on your shoulder with everything she had. Pain whipped through your body, dancing with your pleasure and the vibrations you felt from her riding you, and you whimpered.

If the tears rolling down Shuri’s face were any indication, it was apparent she was approaching her climax, and stifling her moans was becoming a task of the past.

You kissed her tear-stained cheeks gently as you bucked into her pussy. “It's okay baby, let it out. You're so stunning when you cry for me.”

You no longer cared about keeping her quiet, you only wanted to make the love of your life feel amazing.

Her moans picked up the higher she got, and you reassured her with loud, breathy mewls of your own.

“S-So pretty, and all mine.” You hummed, massaging circles into her clit as you fucked her with intention.

“I'm yours! Only yours!”

Shuri squirted all over the dildo, your crotch, spraying the sheets as she came. Her scream was boisterous, booming, sure to startle birds from their nests. It was long and loud, and it made you come seconds after her, your forehead collapsing to her bouncing chest. You kissed the space between her breasts before gently pulling out and laying her down on her side of the bed.

You leapt up and headed to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth to tidy her up. Shuri was half asleep then, all curled in on herself. “I need to clean you up my darling.”

She hummed when you began: dabbing the insides of her thighs, wiping the remnants of cum from her stomach and her most delicate, flinching a little at the heat before she relaxed into it.

You carried her naked body to the bath that you were running, placing her inside ever so carefully. Suds covered her as you washed her back, her shoulders, and legs, massaging her muscles in the process.

When you finished, you wrapped her in a fluffy green towel and dressed her at your window seat. Fresh boxers and a large t-shirt of her choosing. She laughed when you lathered cocoa butter on her legs and feet, informing you that it tickled.

After you cleaned yourself up and changed the sheets you tucked her in bed, kissing her cheek before climbing in next to her. You wrapped yourself around her and she spooned you tight, tracing her teeth marks on your shoulder. Face pressed to her chest, listening to her breathing even out, you let your eyes flutter shut, and sleep overtook you.

•••

Dread, and Shuri’s limbs tangled all around you glued you to your bed as you thought of facing your family.

Now that you were coherent, everything wrong with what you and Shuri did the night before flashed through your mind. You did not regret the sex, obviously, but there was regret about doing something like that with your parents and sister doors away.

You were honestly terrified about ever leaving the room. You and Shuri would just have to slip out the window, without a goodbye, forever because you could never look them in the eyes again.

She stirred awake beside you with a smile and kissed your cheek. “Good morning, my everything.”

“No. No good morning. Bad morning, very, very bad morning.”

Shuri laughed, sitting up so she could fully view you and your terror. “Let me guess. Right now your brain is actively concocting some sort of escape plan, in which we flee this room, maybe even the country, so you may never have to face your family again. Am I correct?”

“Your suit! Activate your Black Panther suit and shimmy us out the window, I'm begging!”

Her amusement was truly daunting. Did she not realize your parents would now hate her? “I'm hungry.”

She peered at you through puppy dog eyes and you had no choice but to give in. “Fine. We shall face the music together, as a couple, a unit.”

“The music is what your parents heard coming from within these walls last night.”

You smacked her chest. “Shuri!”

“They heard you scream that too.” You pulled a pillow over your face and groaned.

After your many protests, she finally managed to get you out of the room and down to the kitchen. The silence was heavy, and eerie, as though no one was home, which you knew was not possible.

“We don't know that they heard us, relax, my love.” Her words were not reassuring.

When the two of you rounded the corner, three sets of disturbed eyes found you. “Never mind.”

“Good morning.” There was no response. You decided to ignore it, starting on your and Shuri’s breakfast instead. You brought the food over to where she sat at the kitchen table and she smiled before digging in.

Everyone ate in silence, the sounds of silverware clanging against bowls and plates filling the air. You decided there was no time like the present.

“I am aware that there is a ginormous elephant in the room with us right now, I would like to address it.”

Your sister was the first one to speak. “The two of you disgust me far more than you could ever know, and yet my respect for you has somehow grown.”

Shuri’s laughter was shrill and you shot her a murderous glance. She apologized and went back to her food, but you took note of her sly grin.

“Cela, we do not have to talk about it. I just want to enjoy my breakfast.” The look of disappointment on your mother's face was one you expected, and your father had yet to meet your eyes.

Your gaze was back on Shuri as you squeezed her hand under the table. She shrugged, but you could tell her nerves were buzzing in anticipation of what you would say next.

“There is something you should know about us, about me.”

Your mother sucked her teeth. “I just said I do not want to talk about it.”

“It is not that. I-I am,” Shuri's grip on your hand under the table grew firmer, more encouraging. “I like women. And I am with Shuri.”

“I think we were subjected to finding that out against our will. The entire city has to know also.” Your mother pinched your sister and she shreiked.

You sighed. “The Queen and I are engaged to be married.”

Your father's eyes bolted up as he heard your words, but still, he said nothing.

Shuri cleared her throat beside you, deciding to give you a beat to breathe, aware of how difficult this was for you.

“I am in love with your daughter, and I wish to spend my life with her, have her rule by my side. She is brilliant and beautiful, and perfect. She takes care of me in ways I could never achieve on my own, and there isn't anything I would not do for her. She stood by my side through it all, fought with me, did everything for me. I would like to return all of her efforts by marrying her and loving her until my last days.”

You heard a low gasp come from your sister and she moved swiftly to wipe her tears. “That was beautiful…if you like that sort of thing.”

Your own tears went unnoticed by you, it was Shuri who swatted them away. Your chest was heavy, and you wheezed.

“Say something, please.” Your puffy eyes were on your parents who only looked back and forth between each other.

“We love you. We want only for you to be happy.” Your breath stuttered when your father finally spoke.

You sniffed. “Shuri makes me happy.” You smiled softly at her and she returned it.

“Then this engagement has our blessing. My Queen, take good care of our baby.”

Shuri nodded, bringing your fingers to her lips. “If we are to be family, you must start calling me Shuri.”

“I would just like to let it be known, I knew there was more than just a friendship between you two the moment you arrived. Truly, you did nothing to hide it.”

Your parents agreed with your sister's sentiment, admitting they too suspected something and you gasped. “I told you they knew.”

“Well, we have a wedding to prepare for!” Your mother clapped and everyone cheered.

“My Qu–, Shuri, I do have one request before we begin our planning.”

Shuri straightened. “Anything.”

“You will sleep in the guest room for the duration of your stay. I cannot bear a repeat of last night, not while you are under this roof.”

Shuri flushed at your father's admonishment, feeling the same shame you had been bathing in since you opened your eyes, and you felt no desire to ease it.

“Of-Of course.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ shuri very easily slips back into work mode, commanding everyone around her after you correct her like she literally wasn't just playing dumb a minute ago.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ you like to kiss her cheek as a reward when she makes breakthroughs in her research "that's my genius girl. i'm proud of you." and shuri spends the rest of the day thinking about how she's your genius girl. you always catch her giggling and blushing to herself.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ shuri gets JEALOUS when you show anyone but her even the slightest bit of attention. you find it cute. if she sees you working closely with anyone else she will promptly stop what she's doing and harshly shove herself between you and the person.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "what are we working on?" "can i help?" she thinks you aren't aware of what she's doing and you just let her have it.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ loves bouncing new ideas for future projects and inventions off you because your opinion & approval mean everything to her.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ is kinda mean to people who she claims are flirting with you but in reality they're just being friendly.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ very clingy, like NEEDS to be in your skin clingy. believe it or not sub!shuri is the big spoon because she just has to hold you. but if you move even a little bit while y'all are cuddling she will look at you like you just murdered puppies.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "if you don't want me touching you anymore, you can just say that." "shuri, i literally just scratched my nose." "no, no. i'll get off you, it's quite alright my love."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pulls you into her lap randomly just so she can feel you because you simply sitting next to her is not enough.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ holding your hand is a must, even when y'all are just chilling at home.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ shuri needs to be near you always. she literally sits on the toilet lid as you clean the tub rambling about nothing and you love the company.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ kisses, kisses, and more kisses. needs to be kissed like every two seconds. on her lips, her cheek, her forehead, nose, chest, and her hips! her favorite is when you kiss her inked knuckles and let your lips linger. she will fall apart, every time.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ THAT POUT!! literally your weakness. when shuri pouts you will without fail do everything she says.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ shuri makes you random shit just cause she can. gift giving is her love language. "hi baby." "hi my love, i made these for you." *shoves a pair of sneakers with built in sonic blasters at you* "why do i need these shuri?" "just smile and say thank you."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ also insists on making you sound absorbent heels. because while she loves you in them, the clacking is sometimes too much for her and she can't focus when you're walking about.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ loves cooking with you and trying new food, but if she hates it, you will get all the blame and you will never hear the end of it.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ shuri bullies you often, but if you give her the same energy back she's rocking back and forth and crying in the corner.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "you didn't have to say i have a big forehead. you know i’m sensitive about my forehead." "were you not the one who told me i have sasquatch feet?" *sniffles and wipes a tear* "you do though, don't be mad at me because you do."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ hair care. a very important and intimate activity for you both. she sits between your thighs when you take her braids down as she recounts her day. you wash her hair, detangle, apply her favorite leave in, and oil her scalp after giving her some two strand twists. shuri loves a fresh twist out. you're gentle with her because she's a tad tender headed even though she likes to claim she isn't.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ MELTS when you call her pretty. literally squealing and cheesing DOWN!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ funny as hell and for no reason at all, even when she's not trying like will have you falling out on the floor with her corny jokes. sending you memes and a shit ton of tiktoks is also her love language.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ and her face be telling on her. she cannot keep a straight face to save her life. if you're trying to hold in your laughter when some outlandish shit goes down, looking at shuri will pull it right out of you. y'all literally got kicked out the throne room for collapsing when m'baku called okoye a "bald headed demon."

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ in the lab she's very much in charge. commanding, demanding, and very stern. must oversee everything and get the final say so in all projects. in the bedroom however... shuri loves to be handled. relinquishing some of that control is something she needs.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ masturbates loud asf when you're in the next room just so you can hear her. she knows you love to listen and she always moans your name when she comes.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ she loves when you watch her play with herself because she loves to perform for you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ baby girl is 100% a brat and will deny being jealous until you draaaaag it out of her by making her squirt with a strong ass vibrator on her clit.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ secretly enjoys when you deny her her orgasms. LOVES when you make her beg for it.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ now shuri is more than fine with being a pretty pillow princess for you but is definitely a munch herself. doesn't know when to stop once she gets started.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ shuri WILL pin your hands at your sides if you try to move her head from between your thighs because she knows you can't break out of her hold.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "fuck shuri i-i can't–" "i'm not finished"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ loves when you guide her head.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ needs to be told how well she's doing and that she's your good girl. when it comes to praise, shuri laps it UP!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ shuri loves the taste of her own pussy a little too much. like kissing you after you eat her out is a MUST, sucking her own cum off your fingers is a MUST.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ her favorite position: scissoring!! it's so passionate and intimate for her because she just wants to feel you. you hold her face the entire time and she loves to keep strong eye contact. will keep you like that until both your legs start cramping.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ can go ALL NIGHT LONG like seriously that enhanced stamina is no joke.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ baby is very fond of toys. she has an entire collection that she's exceedingly proud of. dildos in all odd shapes and sizes. vibes with some of the strongest pulsations you've ever experienced. and maybe a few pretty sparkly butt plugs for you to marvel at when you're giving her back shots

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ she also makes her own. her favorite is a vibrator that she spent months testing and perfecting. it's one of those clit sucking ones and it mimics the feel of your mouth wrapped around her sensitive little bud. she's VERY proud of it, though the process of it being made was not a fun one for you lol

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ shuri loves to be restrained. her many pairs of handcuffs, another prized possession. loves when you lock her hands to the bed post. she insists on your continued use of them—knowing full well when she's writhing from all the overstimulation—she will snap them in half, and a piece of the headboard is coming down with them too. one day she will make a pair able to withstand her strength.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ shuri is BANNED from sitting in your lap in public because if given the opportunity she will without a doubt ride your thigh until she comes. she doesn't care who's around either.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ it doesn't matter where she is, if shuri wants head, she will whine and beg and pout until you give in. and you always do.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "shuri, i am not eating you out while you sit on the throne. are you insane?!?!" "you know you want to." and that's how she ends up with her dress around her middle and your face between her legs as she warns you she's close. and so are the members of the tribal council who are rounding the corner.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ can come just from your words. it's an amazing sight really, seeing her thrash and whimper when you whisper nasty things to her. you love working her up so bad to the point where she doesn't even need to be touched.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "aww, look at my needy baby. dripping for me and i haven't even touched you yet." "that pretty cunt needs me so bad, huh?" "i bet you can't wait to taste yourself on my tongue when i’m finished with you." "let me hear those gorgeous whines my love. so desperate for me, you going to come just from my voice alone, sthandwa?"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ AFTERCARE!! baby's favorite favorite part because you're so soft with her! it usually consists of you carrying her to the bathroom to clean her up and run her a warm bath. you climb in to wash her back and massage her shoulders, trail kisses down her spine. you tell her how well she did for you. after you get out, you help her put on lotion, dress her, and tie her hair down with lots of face kisses before tucking her into bed.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ your praises of "i love you's" and "you're so perfect's" always helps her drift off to sleep.

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It was fitting you thought, and very on-theme. This was your first Valentine’s Day as a couple and you wanted Shuri to feel special, like she was the only girl in the world. Because she was, Shuri was the only woman you ever saw. Her presence was all you wanted to know.

Truthfully though, you were a little nervous about the upcoming holiday. Valentine’s Day was less than twenty-four hours away and not once did Shuri mention it. There was no utterance of spending the day together, having dinner, other activities. It worried you, but to ease your mind you convinced yourself she had a surprise planned. It wasn't illogical to assume, she'd surprised you in the past, and there was potential for her to do that now. That would only be possible however, if she ever stepped out of that lab of hers.

You were headed there now anyway, the plan was to ask her to be your Valentine using the cookies. It was the cutest idea, scribbling the question across the dessert and presenting it to your girlfriend. You giggled at the thought, blushing profusely as you placed the iced cookie in a small decorative container. Shuri was going to love it.

•••

“Princess, you have a guest.” You stepped into the lab sporting a large grin, one that was impossible to wipe away. There she sat, eyebrows knitted in concentration. It was adorable. She was aware of your arrival, and she acknowledged the AI’s announcement, but she didn't look up from her work. Shuri tinkered with an old design of her gauntlets, their distinct panther shape made them easy to identify as you crept up behind her.

She chuckled softly, finally speaking to you. “Are you attempting to sneak up on me, mtuwam?”

You giggled, kissing her cheek softly, “No.”

“Good, because that wouldn't be very smart.”

You pulled up a seat next to her, frowning a little for dramatics. “Are you calling me stupid?”

“Well, I mean…”

You gasped, appalled by the quickness of her response. “Shuri!” You threw the closest thing you could find at her, which just so happened to be a tiny screw sitting on the sleek table top. It was ineffective in its ability to cause harm, but your point was made nonetheless.

Shuri doubled over in laughter and you could only scowl at her. How dare she? “I'm sorry, my love. It was a joke, you know I adore your mind.”

“Mhmm.”

Her eyes shifted to the container of cookies and they lit instantly. She was hungry, there was no doubt there. Shuri had a terrible habit of forgetting to eat when she found herself entirely focused on a project, and it was up to you to make sure she didn't wither away. “Are those for me?”

“They were for you. But I don't think I want you to have them anymore.”

She copied your frown, adding a pout she knew you couldn't deny and you rolled your eyes. “Come on. I said I was sorry, you don't have to be like that.”

“I don't accept your apology.” It was a lie, you knew it, Shuri knew it. You hated her ability to read you so. It wasn't fair, at least not in this case.

She smirked, scooting her chair closer to you and the fresh cookies. “You are a terrible liar.”

You narrowed your eyes at her, working swiftly with your retort, “And you're a terrible girlfriend.”

“Ouch. But I will allow that if it means I get to have one of those.” She smiled at you, and your strength to deny her waned the longer that pretty face held your gaze. It wasn’t long before you cracked, grabbing the container and popping the lid off begrudgingly.

The aroma of fresh baked goods created a fog around the both of you and you watched the way Shuri inhaled the scent, letting it waft inside her and slither into her depths. You plucked one off the top, the special one, and biting back your grin seemed impossible. You stuck it out to her timidly, hanging your head, and she received it with sheer excitement. “Yes!”

Thundering in your chest made concentrating difficult. There was a speech, you’re sure. It was seared into your mind, but now, the words did not exist.

“This is a special cookie I–” When you lifted your head, you were astonished to find your girlfriend dusting the crumbs off her hands and reaching for another. “Shuri.”

“That was delicious. Can I have another one?”

You tilted your head, perplexed. That was the only way to describe your feelings as you sat before her. “Shuri.”

“Yes?” Her focus was hardly on you, her attention centered around the cookies you made for her. Something bubbled inside your chest, a familiar feeling that had never once emerged around Shuri. Annoyance. You were annoyed with Shuri.

You eyed her calmly, exhaling softly. “Did you look at it? The cookie?”

“What? Oh, love, they’re tiny heart-shaped herbs! That is amazing mtuwam, your talent for baking should really be studied.”

Her excitement was genuine, that you were certain of, and it made the task of being annoyed with her all the more challenging. You were in new territory, being upset with Shuri was foreign. Her eyes were still on you, she was still smiling, blissfully ignorant of her wrongdoing. There was no desire to yell at her, but you sure wished there was. Instead, there was only urge to kiss her goodnight and leave the lab quietly. “Do you happen to know what tomorrow is, Princess?”

The formal use of her title to address her was not a thing you did, not ever. She had always been Shuri to you, even before when you were only friends, she was your Shuri. So of course, this confused her. Shuri raised her brow, clearly racking her brain for the correct answer, the one you wanted her to respond with.

“Um, Tuesday?”

And that solidified it all for you. Shuri had forgotten Valentine’s Day. Normally, something like this would not be a big deal, but seeing as it was your first as a couple, you expected a lot more on her end. Especially considering all the work you put in for her. No matter, if Shuri had forgotten, why didn’t you also get that choice? To forget. Forget the cookies, the gifts, all of it.

You plastered a toothy grin on your face, cracking the scowl you were sure she witnessed moments ago. A simple nod, that’s the thing that jarred her. She was aware she fucked up, the reason was still absent in her mind, but Shuri was always aware of when you were upset. She’d never had to deal with those feelings being directed at her though, and she was struggling through an internal panic. Her face said it all. “You are correct, tomorrow is Tuesday, my love.”

You stood and Shuri flinched, trying her hardest to dodge your daggered words.

“I can’t help but feel like I’ve upset you, mtuwam.”

You shook your head, placing a kiss atop her braids. “I’m fine. Here, have the rest of the cookies.”

Your actions contrasted your words entirely. Shuri knew you were in no way fine, and the harsh way you shoved the bowl into her chest concreted her observation.

“See you when you get home.” Malice laced every syllable as you strode out of her space and back onto the elevator. You knew she watched you leave, her stare was always recognizable. Entering on a high and leaving on a low was not in the cards you had selected for yourself.

•••

The next morning, you were up and out the door before Shuri. She’d crept into bed late, nestling into you as a form of apology, or at least it was the conclusion you'd drawn. You allowed her to cuddle you, there was nary a night she went without sleeping in your arms, and it would never be your plan to deny her now. Even if you were still irritated with her, and you were.

It was the first night gone to bed without some sort of sexual contact, and it only added to your frustration. Stopping your brain from mulling over the entire ordeal was a task you could not complete. Maybe you were being dramatic, maybe you should cut her some slack. You knew how her mind worked, you didn't understand it, but you were acutely aware of how she functioned. So of course a silly little holiday like Valentine’s Day would slip her mind?

It didn't make sense to you though, you knew how Shuri's mind worked. Forgetting your first Valentine's together was not like her. She paid attention to everything. Shuri was strategic, she was a planner. How could she miss this?

That's why it hurt, you guessed. Because Shuri was indeed a planner, and if she truly cared, something would've been planned. But she didn't. And it wasn't.

The day dragged on without so much as a call from Shuri, and by the time you arrived home from work, you were quite literally over the entire so-called ‘day of love.’ Your co-workers received flowers and chocolate from their partners, and all your brain conjured was the image of Shuri’s gift stuffed behind your shoes in the closet.

It was dark when you slid the front door open, darker than it should be. “Griot, lights please.”

They flicked on, and there stood a hopeful Shuri surrounded by custom pink balloons, holding the largest arrangement of Sunflowers you’d ever seen. She'd hand picked them from your garden and the sight of their beauty almost made you crack. Shuri was not playing fair, she knew how emotional you became over your garden and your flowers.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, mtuwam.”

You said nothing, only eyeing her nervous figure up and down. Her eyes fell to something on the table and you followed them. A box, similar size to the one you had made for her, but this one was… techy. It was of her creation. Curiosity bubbled in your chest, but you had to remember what that same emotion did to an innocent cat all those whiles ago.

“You can open it. It's for you.” Her chuckle was anxious and uncertain. You liked that. “I know what I said yesterday, about not knowing what today was. Obviously that was a lie.”

Your words stayed locked away. You lifted the lid and peered down at its contents. The corner of your mouth twitched only slightly, and you were quick to put a stop to it.

Her vibranium gauntlets stared back at you, glinting under the kitchen light. They were pretty, but that was a given. You loved them, wanted to touch them, hold them. But she would not receive that satisfaction.

“I updated them for you. I want you to have them, my love.”

Her eyes pleaded with you, want spilling from her sockets. Shuri wanted you. She wanted you to forgive her, which you had already done the moment you saw her. Anger at your girlfriend was a short-lived thing, you'd discerned. And perhaps you preferred it so.

“Say something, ndiyacela.” A half smile decorated her face and you took note of the hesitancy there. Shuri did not plan to show enjoyment until she was certain the two of you were on the exact same page. You were, but she was unaware, and you wanted to keep it that way for a while longer.

You let your fingers trace the lustrous black box, running the tips along the purple trimmings. “Hmm.”

“Hmm? What is hmm?”

Avoiding her eyes was the task. If her brown globes locked on yours a moment before you were ready for them to, she’d know. Because Shuri knew you. “It's a nice box. A satisfactory last minute gift I suppose.”

“My love, it was not last minute. I’ve had this planned for weeks.”

“Weeks?” You reached for one of the gauntlets sitting pretty in the box, picking it up and inspecting it with faux boredom.

Shuri nodded, stepping closer to you. “Weeks.”

She caught your eyes then and her smile spread slowly across those lips you loved dearly. It didn't even take a second to register, Shuri knew instantly that she was once again in your good graces. “Is that gift hidden terribly in the back of our closet for me?”

“No.”

She snaked her arms around your waist, yanking you close as she ghosted the press of her lips over yours. “Liar.”

“It was supposed to be yours, but then you–”

She smirked, “Ate your Valentine’s cookie without answering the question you’d written on it?”

She laughed at the understanding coloring your face and you smacked her, “So you did see it!”

“I did. It was cute. And the answer is yes by the way, I would love nothing more than to be your valentine.”

You couldn't help your squeal and Shuri laughed again. She kissed you desperately and you felt the want radiating off her. “Does that mean I get to fuck you now?”

Shuri exhaled, “Bast, I hope so.”

You tugged on her top, and she ridded her body of it in assistance, allowing your excited lips to back her all the way into your bedroom. You shoved Shuri hard onto the mattress and she bounced. Words were not necessary for her to know you needed her naked. Her bottoms came off and so did her panties, and she waited patiently for you. Shuri was going to need a lot of that tonight, patience.

Once undressed, you stalked toward her on the bed. Shuri laid back expectantly and you gripped her knees, spreading her wide. She was so drenched and her hole was beyond eager for you. “Lying to me was quite the choice. Not a smart one, but a choice all the same.”

“It wasn't the best idea, I’m not afraid to admit that.” She giggled, opening herself wider. Shuri's folds sparkled below you, and you wrestled with the urge to sink your tongue deep inside her.

You reached forward, clasping her throat in your fist right before she sucked in her last gust of oxygen. For a while you just held her like that. She looked so pretty like that. “Nod if you're okay.”

She followed your instructions, bobbing her head up and down in response and you smirked. You pulled her upwards by her neck, loosening your squeeze some. That little gasp, you listened for it, and it came immediately on cue. She breathed in what she could, leaving everything else up to chance. Shuri left her consciousness up to chance when she was with you.

You held onto her throat as you kissed her roughly and she smiled into it. Needy whines picked up, Shuri’s whines, and they were beginning to get to you. Holding off on touching her where she needed you most was the goal, but doing so was proving to be difficult. Your own frustration was at play, not just Shuri’s, and you did want her.

Her body fell backwards when you let her go, and her huge intake of air pleased you. “Do you want me to touch you, love?”

“Yes.” A rushed response.

Your lips connected with her cheek, pecking lightly and she sighed into it. It was the tenderness, this lulled her. That peck was your softest gesture yet, so Shuri clung to it. “Where?”

Tattooed fingers dove into her ocean as she showed you where she wanted you. It was the sexiest thing, seeing Shuri please herself in front of you. Unashamed. Undeterred. She flicked her clit, whining from the pressure build.

“Keep rubbing yourself like that for me.” Shuri rolled her erect nipple between her digits, pinching hard on her bud. It was easy for Shuri to get lost in her own bliss, she did it often, and it happened swiftly. She would do anything to quell her arousal. You watched from above as she circled her core, massaging tenderly. Her wetness was audible, you loved hearing her pussy, loved hearing how wet she got for you.

She thrashed about, wailing in that indicating way; her orgasm was near. Shuri readied her fingers at her entrance, needing to be filled and you permitted it with a kiss. You permitted the image of it, her preparation. The act itself however, you did not allow to occur. You smacked at her hand, moving it from her hole and she whined.

“You don't get to do that, you have not earned it.”

Your lips collided with hers and she moaned out, surprised. Her core heaved for you, and you responded with flattery, pushing through her wetness to tease her nub a bit. You kept her tongue in your mouth the entire time, sucking faintly on it as you allowed her juices to coat your hand. Shuri whimpered beneath you, her body spasming, and you could tell that same impending release was attempting to break free. You wouldn’t have that.

“Please love…” She whined and you locked eyes with her. You sunk a single digit into her hole and Shuri screeched. “More!”

“Do you think you deserve more?” Another slipped in, and slowly, you fucked her with your fingers. She kept her eyes on you, and that glint sparked something, her yearning glare awoke a carnal desire within you. She said nothing and a smirk curled your lips. “Are you planning to answer me?”

Shuri nodded, and it shocked you. “Oh?”

You pulled her nipple into your mouth, teeth grazing it lightly. Shuri’s exhale was shaky, desperate. The tone of her breath was familiar, it was a contemplating one. She was at a loss. On one hand, you knew she wanted to obey you, craved it even. But on the other, she was desperate to come, and you were not moving at a pace she liked.

Pushing off her, you settled your back against the cool headboard, spreading your legs and gesturing for her to slip herself between you. Shuri’s back pressed to your front, head on your chest, and immediately, your fingers were in her cunt again. You taunted her clit, slowly working your way to her leaking hole. A harsh tug on her neck made her face you and her response was a startled gasp.

“Do you think you deserve more than what I am giving you, sthandwa? Am I being unfair?” This time she answered correctly, shaking her head as you scissored your fingers inside of her. Her moans carried, they rang in your ears and climbed the walls, drilling claws into their very foundation. Shuri pushed her fingers through your locs, pulling your head down for a passionate kiss. The intensity of it made you want to let up, you wanted to allow her to come. You held tight to her jaw as you worked her, sinking the tips of your fingers further into her slickness.

“Tell me when you’re close.” You whispered it into her ear, and she nodded. She opened her legs wider for you, wanting you to have the best angle possible. Seeing her this desperate to be pleased was new, usually you granted all of her requests, but that was not the case now. You wanted her to suffer in this moment, you got off on the thought of building her up and refusing to knock her down. It was her price to pay, that neglect she caused you to feel would be reflected in your unwillingness to let her come.

Your own juices trickled down Shuri’s back and she pressed into the feeling, wanting to please you however she could in this state. “I’m close for you!”

The sloshing increased with your thrusts and you sucked on her bottom lip. Those whimpers of hers, sinister sounds, tempting sounds. Shuri’s hips wiggled as her orgasm neared. She panted into your mouth and the sensation of her heated breaths slithering down your throat released a cry of your own. Pulling back from the kiss, you watched her body react to you, to your touch. Shuri was a writhing mess for you as you stroked her clit.

“I’m going–” Your digits departed and Shuri heaved, furious about being denied again.

“Only good girls get to come, my love, and you have been everything but.”

You kept her there, sat in between your sweaty thighs as you sucked her neck. Your digits left her pussy and you rammed them into her gaping mouth with the instruction to suck. She obliged, because why would she not, and she hummed around them. Shuri’s tongue swirled your fingertips and you moaned. She was happy to make you moan, finding your eyes immediately at the sound. She watched you desperately, sucking and lapping on the two fingers stuffed inside her mouth. “Now that’s a good girl.”

She released them reluctantly. You’d never met someone more fond of their own flavor than your girlfriend.

“I need you on my face, sphalaphala sam. Now.”

Shuri shot up swiftly, allowing you to lay on your back before scaling your face. She hovered some, but once relaxed, she settled all of her weight onto you. Hunger drove your tongue, and instinctively, it surged into her dripping hole. Her muscles clenched around you almost immediately and you laughed into her cunt.

“Feels so good!”

She grinded into you, spilling her wetness all over you, and you wouldn't dare have it any other way. You suckled her hard clit and her hips jerked. “You make me feel so good!”

Your grip on Shuri's waist was firm as you guided her and she threw her head back. Fighting your own arousal was a thing of the past. Here Shuri was, riding your tongue, sopping for you, and you could come untouched just from the mere feel of her warm pussy juices in your mouth. The bed rocked in tandem with Shuri’s hip rolls and she screamed. That strength of hers, truly something amazing. Particularly now, as she submitted to you fully. You wondered what Wakanda would think of their fearless protector, if they witnessed her like this.

Her hands left the headboard she held for support and found her breasts, tugging and caressing them as hopes of an orgasm drove her forward.

You squeezed her ass and she yelped, sinking her teeth deep into her bottom lip. Hums from your own moans echoed into her, tipping, tipping, tipping. “I'm close! Please can I come? I will be so good for you, the best! If you let me come plee-ease!”

Peering up at her was a decision that paid off. She looked heavenly atop you, like she was floating, which you were sure she was from the pleasure rush. You nodded, even with her eyes slammed shut she felt it, and Shuri did not hold back. With permission granted, Shuri squirted all over your face. It was truly a thing of dreams.

That last scream should've been your warning. It traveled from deep inside her, you could tell by its weight, its power. Her babbling, the expelling of her release, and your hefty breaths resounded in the bedroom. A chorus created by you both.

If you weren't careful, you could drown. But in reality, it wasn't a thing that deterred you. Her clit was in your mouth still, and you sucked Shuri through her orgasm. She squirmed for you, whined for you. She wanted you to stop, needed it, but this was no longer about her needs or wants. She got what she sought after, and now it was your turn.

Shuri's collapse was graceful, catlike. Fitting. She cascaded backward, landing on your stomach, and her cum-filled cunt sat directly in your face. Perfect. This was exactly where you needed her. You pulled her closer, so close that the smell of her used pussy was the only thing you were able to breathe in. It was the only air you needed.

A sharp lick jolted her up, followed by a gasp. Shuri shook her head, and you raised a brow, daring her to challenge you. Of course, she conceded, allowing you to dive back in. She held your gaze for the duration, propping herself up on her elbows to enjoy the show. When you swallowed her clit, Shuri lost it, attempting to cover her center with a palm. “I–I”

“Shuri. Move your hand.” She hesitated some, and you almost felt bad for her and her exhausted clit. Almost. “Move your hand, Princess.”

There was no disobeying that order. Shuri did as she was told and you smirked. “What a perfect girl you are.”

Your praise elated her and she nodded. “I'm your perfect girl!”

Her hips bucked into your face, and you dragged your tongue through her sticky swollen folds. Shuri's quivering pushed you to continue, her frailness, that's what drove you. You wanted to keep her that way. “Do you know what perfect girls get?”

Her chest heaved as she panted for you, and she shook her head.

Your tongue lapped her before you answered, tasting every drop her body secreted. “Perfect girls get to squirt in my face again. Would you enjoy doing that, Princess Shuri? Hmm?”

Shuri's answer was only to please you, she said yes only because she wanted you satisfied and you adored her even more for it. Your slurp was gentler this go round, taking note of her sensitivity. One arm left her hip, making its way to her entrance. Her elbows gave out a while back, Shuri was now resting on your shins, thrashing under your stimulating touch.

“Mhmm. Perform for me, perfect girl.” Her floundering turned you on. Even with the strength of the panther, Shuri could not fight you off, she could not wiggle from your grip as you ate her pussy. There was no other option but to flail and take it, take it all.

Her back arched from the thrusting of three digits inside her. It was too much for her. Too bad. Her second attempt to block your mouth came with a smack. “I've warned you about that hand already, sthandwa. Move it.”

She snatched it back, allowing you to continue devouring her. “I love the taste of you.”

“I’m going to come! I'm goin–” Again, the dams exploded and Shuri was soaking your already drenched face. That gut-wrenching cry she released was thunderous, deafening. You held onto her just because. You needed her pussy near, needed it close to you.

When she finally freed herself, your girlfriend curled into a ball at the foot of the bed. She flinched when you touched her. “Are you alright my sweet?”

A lone nod. That's all you got as she shook. “Just need a m-moment.” And you granted her that moment willingly, but not before cooing praises into her temple as you kissed it.

“I love you so so much Shuri. So much.”

After Shuri calmed, she latched onto you. She was still a little out of it. “Did you mean what you said? Am I your perfect girl?”

For reasons unbeknownst to you, everyone in Wakanda loved the Princess. It was odd really, seeing the way others flocked to her, eager to watch her work, hear her speak. All the while, the only thing you were compelled to do was shut her up. She never did; shut up that was, but you persisted anyway. It was an ongoing thing between the two of you, stretching as far back to when you were children.

Your aunt had tried getting you and Shuri to be friends over the years, though all her efforts ended up as failures. And Okoye did not enjoy failing. After the constant bickering and excessive attempts at one upping each other, she eventually gave up. The title of ‘friend’ would never suit the relationship you both shared, even the word relationship was a bit of a stretch.

She was important to your nation, to your aunt; and now that you were a respected member of the Dora Milaje, she was important to you as well. Professionally speaking of course.

You stood in the back of the room watching the Princess speak with one of her lab assistants.

She was examining something he designed. Her little hums as she looked the gadget over suggested she had notes, of course. You grinned a little at the sight.

“I think my team and I made a few mistakes Princess, do you see?” He pointed to what he was referring to.

“I do see. Why didn’t you just reprogram the synapses to work collectively?” Her question was so smug and sly, and it made your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your grin disappeared in an instant and your bored expression returned.

The taller man stuttered as he fumbled over his response, “Because we didn’t think of it?”

“I’m sure you did your best. I will fix it, as I always do, don’t worry.” The scoff that flew from your mouth was like the shot heard round the world. All eyes in the room were on you then. Ayo glared at you from where she stood and you cleared your throat, grip on your spear tightening. Shuri’s gaze was on the invention again, but not before you caught the smirk she shot you.

Annoyance swirled in your stomach. Shuri’s ability to crawl under your skin with minimal effort was starting to become a real problem. And like your aunt, you did not enjoy unsolved problems — for they reeked of failure. If this issue were to begin interfering with your job performance, it had to be dealt with.

•••

The throne room was your favorite place in the palace. Something about those large windows standing tall, arms wide open as they embraced the sun, sucked you in. Watching the council convene was one of the most entertaining things to do, another perk that came along with your new job title. They were currently discussing how to most effectively deal with any incoming threats to Wakanda after the incident at one of the outreach centers.

Your faith in the Dora Milaje’s ability to protect the nation never faltered, and quite frankly you found this meeting to be redundant.

Watching Okoye and M’baku bicker was an upside, however.

“I have designed new weapons for our army. Daggers. I think you will find them more efficient than those clunky outdated spears you carry around.” Shuri spoke and you knew in your bones her turn of phrase was directed solely at you. Anger burned hot in your depths. A smirk you could handle; you were willing to ignore that, but blatant disrespect of your weapon was too far over the line.

You stepped forward then, something you were instructed never to do by your aunt in training, but you did not care at the moment. You knew Okoye was glaring at you from her post near the throne, and you averted her eyes. “If I may Princess–”

“You may not.” Her smirk from earlier was back and it was brighter; bolder. You wanted to grab her by one of her little braided buns and slam her head into a large slab of vibranium. And if Bast did not intervene soon, you just might.

You spoke anyway, “These spears were gifted to us by our foremothers. We will not be getting rid of them for your underdeveloped daggers. It’s just not right, our current weapons are more than capable of getting any job done.”

A hush fell over the room and the silence was palpable.

“Underdeveloped? I’m sure you would know much about that. You have never even been on a mission. Tell me, how would you know anything about that spear’s capabilities?” She pointed to your weapon with faux disgust. You knew she was baiting you, anyone in the room could see that. That self-satisfied smile never dropped from her features.

Your skin was hot and sweat dripped down onto the plates of your uniform, “You entitled child! When will you learn the importance of tradition and history? I am growing weary of you.” She flinched at your tone, picking up on the indignation. Good.

“Two months older than me so you call me a child? Well if I am a child then that must make you as old as the ancestors, eh?”

Before you could snip back, Okoye was slamming her own spear on the ground. The sound traveled through the walls and it stole any words either you or Shuri were planning to say next. For the first time during the meeting, you glanced at your aunt. It did not take a genius to discern she was fuming. You’d only been on the job for about a month. And you’d scurried up the ranks quite quickly. People thought nepotism was at play; people being Shuri, and she was not shy about voicing her suspicion.

That was not the truth, not even a little bit. The real truth was that you worked your ass off to get where you were, and if anyone knew Okoye, they knew she was never one to play favorites. But there was no doubt that your actions would directly reflect on her, not only as your aunt, but as General.

“Enough of this! You are both acting like the children you claim not to be.” She spat. You hung your head in shame, too embarrassed to look at her. She was right, obviously. “Out of my sight.”

“Yes, General.” You dipped your head and turned to exit the room.

Shuri’s maniacal laugh resounded as you strode towards the doors, but you swallowed the rage climbing up your throat.

“You should leave too Shuri.” The Queen’s voice was calculated, but it was apparent she’d had enough of you two as well.

Shuri whined, “But Mother–”

“Go.”

The last thing you heard was Shuri sucking her teeth before the doors slammed behind you. You stood in the hallway, exhaling heavily with your back against a wall. You stood your spear up and bent over to place your face in your hand.

“Embarrassing yourself in front of the council and Auntie Okoye. I love it when you make it easy for me.” Shuri chuckled and clapped her hands, picking up your spear.

You lifted your head to take in her appearance. Those little buns were quite cute, truthfully speaking. Intricately crafted and you could appreciate that. Her fingers did not look terrible wrapped around your spear, but you soon remembered you wanted to ram said spear into her neck.

You deadpanned, “Put it down. Cannot have the spoiled little Princess injure herself with my clunky spear.”

Shuri pouted and batted her eyebrows, “Aww. You care about my safety.”

“Do not kid yourself for a second! Your safety is the least of my concerns right now. You are a job, protecting you is the job.”

Brown eyes scanned you over, something like hurt swimming inside. She tilted her head in a curious manner before she bit her lip. Adorable. A spark, no smaller than that; a flick. A flick of something new passed between you and Shuri. She didn't speak, but you knew she felt it too.

“I suppose I am your job.” Shuri’s voice came out soft and heavy, and weighed down with the uncertainty dancing in the air.

Tugging your spear from her grip, your palm launched for her throat and you slammed her into the wall you were just against, “Yes. And I intend to finish every job I am assigned.”

A beat passed of you two just gazing into each other's eyes. Yours stinging with anger, Shuri’s bubbling with anticipation. She smirked from her pinned position. She was smaller than you, she could not move if she tried. But you knew the Princess well enough to detect she had no plans to do so. A thought occurred to you then, devious may it be, but it could work.

You lowered your lips to her right ear, “I meant what I said in there. I am growing weary of you and the things you do. You are a problem.”

“Care to solve me?” Her eyebrow quirked in challenge and that action did you in. Your mouth found hers, hand still firm around her throat. She kissed you back almost instantly, like she had been waiting for the opportunity. The kiss was hot and chaste and cluttered with years of emotions. As your lips moved together, you each poured a good bit of yourselves into it. Shuri’s lips were pillow soft and they tasted of something sweet. At some point you let go of her throat to cup her face in your hands. She melted under your touch and tugged you in by your waist.

By the time you pulled apart, you felt half empty, but in the best of ways. A sensation you didn't know you were missing flooded your senses. You wanted more, and if the yearning look on Shuri’s face was any indication, so did she.

“My room is right down the hall.” She whispered shyly and you decided you liked that look on her. You liked being the one to make the boisterous Princess shy.

You placed your hand in hers and tugged her to where you knew her room was located, having had many arguments in those quarters.

She shoved the door open and shut it by kissing you up against it. This kiss was quicker; hungrier. She moaned into your mouth when you grabbed her ass and you grinned into the kiss.

“Clothes off. On the bed, now.” She followed your command and began stripping. Watching her clothes fall from her body made you aware of just how gorgeous she really was. It was astonishing really, if she had any sort of control over that mouth of hers you'd probably be in love with her.

Shuri’s naked frame climbed onto her large bed, spreading her legs when she got comfortable. She was dripping, you could see it from where you still stood at the door. Her fingers dipped into her wetness and she hissed at the pleasure she was causing herself. Her pace was slow, like she was savoring the feeling, and it was quite the sight.

You removed your armor quicker than you'd ever done in your many months of training and stalked toward the bed.

The mattress was softer than you anticipated as you crawled towards her. You smacked her hand away from its place between her legs and she jumped. Settling in between her slick thighs, you glanced up at her.

“This will not bode well for you Princess. You sure you want to continue?” Shuri nodded her head vigorously and it pulled a chuckle out of you. Never has she been one to back down from anything, it was a respectable quality to have.

You kissed the inside of her thigh gently and she shuddered under you. You licked her leg; sucked, and she squirmed. A responsive little thing she was.

Your fingers found her clit and you pushed softly before you began to rub. The whine she let out was glorious. You slid your digits into her with ease and you pumped them in and out of her at a sinister pace. Shuri met your thrusts and you bit down on her thigh.

She thrashed as you fucked her and you lowered your mouth to her soaking cunt. Her taste on your lips intoxicated you. Shuri’s breath was picking up and her hips were bucking.

“This is what the Princess looks like when she is on the verge of an orgasm. I think I like this.” Your mouth returned to her bud and you sucked harder than you did a minute ago. Sloshing filled your ears as your digits worked her. You looked up at her: those gorgeous eyes of hers were slammed shut, her mouth hung agape, and she tweaked a nipple between her thumb and index finger.

Lapping the Princess’ perfect pretty pussy may have just become your favorite activity. You flicked your tongue violently. Wicked moans escaped her lips and dove deep into your eardrums. They played on a loop; drove you insane as you devoured Shuri.

“Do you like the way my tongue flicks against your needy cunt Princess?” She hummed in response, but you wanted to hear her words. “Answer me.”

“Yes! Yes, I do!”

Soon she was crying out and coming — ecstasy washing through her like a flash flood. Maybe you were in love with her. You found yourself wanting to hear that sound everyday for the rest of your life.

She twitched, attempting to ride out her orgasm, but you were not finished just yet. You pulled your fingers from inside her slowly, and sucked them, allowing her to believe it was over. She tasted fantastic.

Sitting back, your mouth drenched in her cum, you watched her. Shuri had yet to open her eyes, breast still cupped in her hand.

You smacked her stomach, jolting her up, “Ouch! Are you mad?”

Even during sex she still possessed the ability to annoy you. “Sit on my face.”

Her eyebrows shot up, “What?”

“I'm sure my request was quite clear. Sit on my face, I won't ask again.”

There was a minute where she hesitated, but surely enough she mounted your face as you instructed. Your hands found her hips, putting pressure on her pelvis. Your mouth was wrapped around her clit yet again and you reveled in her flavor. Shuri rode your face with precision and professionalism, grip firm on her headboard. It made you wonder how many times she'd done this, and with whom.

A surge of jealousy shot through you without warning and it intensified your sucking. The bed shook as she rode you with force, dripping all over your face. Your tongue found her hole and sunk itself in. These activities were pulling on your own pleasure and the heat between your legs was rising with every lick you gave Shuri. You reached up to pinch her nipples; double her pleasure.

Her breaths grew shallow above you and you knew she was almost there again. Quick sucks and pecks yanked her second orgasm from her core and she collapsed beside you. She was sweaty and her chest heaved. She let her eyes flutter shut and you grinned deviously.

“I'm not finished with you yet, your majesty. Sit up.”

Shuri groaned, eyeing you pleadingly. But you garnered no sympathy for her.

“I do not like repeating myself, you know this.”

Shuri sat up groggily, mustering a weak smile.

You pecked her lips. “I quite like the taste of you on my lips. What do you think?” She nodded, dazed and out of it.

Her nipple perked up when your teeth grazed it and she whined. Two fingers found her tired hole once more and pumped, slower this time; softer. Desperate lips roamed the Princess’ neck and she leaned back giving you better access.

“Are you going to give me another one, my dear?” Digits glided in and out, in and out.

The Princess shook her head, “C-Can't.”

“Oh but you can. And you will.” You kissed her as your fingers stretched her. Shuri was a writhing mess under you, unfurling by the second, and you lived for it.

“Close.” She huffed and your tempo increased. You peppered wet pecks along her jaw. The scene before you was nefarious. Sweat beads raced each other down her forehead and chest, lips chapped and swollen, and her wails were beautiful. You put pressure on her sore clit one last time.

Shuri screeched louder than sirens, and you could tell something cracked within her. Her collapse this time was more final. She was trembling next to you and you’d be lying if you said it didn't make you smile seeing her in this state. Being the one to put her in this state was an even better feeling.

You let her catch her breath before you spoke, “Silence suits you my Princess. I think I have finally found a way to shut you up.”

She whimpered, eyes barely open.

“Nothing to say?” You laughed, letting her weak form curl into you. Your mouth met her damp temple and that kiss lulled her off into slumber. Or it's at least what she led you to believe.

Her own fingers were inching weakly towards your wetness and you huffed out a hearty cackle at her resilience.