Yo This Will ALWAYS Be My Number 1 Fanfic.

Yo this will ALWAYS be my number 1 fanfic.

This is my 56th time reading it

Your Panther

Synopsis: you're away from Wakanda (and Shuri) for business. Shuri tries to surprise you but catches you in a compromising position. Warnings: a lil fluff, but mostly smut bc I'm permanently horny🤷🏾‍♀️; There's a lot of plot before the porn.... but there's porn in the plot, yk?; breeding kink; some choking, Shuri is clingy and overprotective, reader loves it; oral (both receiving); vibranium strap slinging; vibranium dildo; face sitting; fingering (both receiving); multiple orgasms; squirting; LOTS of dirty talk, Shuri & reader are VERY vocal; Shuri forgets English when she's horny; mentions of marriage; mentions of character death. Occurs after BP2 Word Count: hella (8.5k, I got carried away lmao) I'm not taking requests. This idea came to me when I was watching p*rn & I need to get it out of my head. Any mistranslations should be blamed on Google Translate

"You know, sthandwa sam," Shuri starts as she follows you around your shared room like a shadow, "You don't have to leave now; you could delay your trip until the fall so I can come with you." 

The pile of clothes in your hands drops onto the mattress as you sigh, "I'm definitely not getting any work done if you come with me. Plus, I'm only gonna be gone for two weeks. I've delayed this trip twice and I can't do it aga–"

Shuri's soft lips on your neck make the rest of your explanation die in your throat. "You can work here, sthandwa," kiss, "in Wakanda," kiss "with me." She accentuated her last plea with the scrape of her teeth against your pulse point, making you sigh as your body went lax in her hold.

 "Besides," She uses her hands on your hips to turn you to face her, "Those Americans never did know how to handle you," Her hands drop to grip the swell of your ass as you barely hold back a whimper, "Not like I can." She mumbles, biting her plump bottom lip.

"I– I have to pack, ubusi." (honey) You stammer, struggling to hold your resolve as the thickness of Shuri's accent ignites the ever-simmering heat in your core. Keep it together. woman. You chastise yourself for becoming putty in her hands by only her words, even after all this time you've been together. 

A ghost of a smirk plays at Shuri's lips, "I see you've been practicing your Xhosa, entle." 

You open your mouth, a smart-ass reply prepared to hurtle from your lips but Shuri's fingers lingering near, and then breaching, the waistband of your pants makes the words retreat as quickly as they came.

Shuri continues her ministrations, sneaking past the band of your panties to knead the flesh of your ass in her palms, "You'd leave your panther without her parting gift, usana yam?"

You shake free of Shuri's hypnosis and grip her arms, using them as leverage to push her away from you, "My Panther has lured me back into this bed two times and I keep having to repack because you keep leaving marks and taking things out of my luggage and hiding them." You move to turn away from her and return to your attempt at repacking (again), but Shuri has other ideas. She turns you back around and plasters your front to hers with her hands at your sides,

"Let's make the third time a charm, then" Her lips are on yours before you can respond, and you're all too happy to oblige her.

Shuri consumes every sense when she kisses you. All you can sense is her; her lips moving against yours, her tongue massaging yours, her hands wandering over your body, pulling and grasping at the full softness of your curves. You anchor yourself to her and lose yourself in her depths.

Your hands are tangled in the curls at the back of Shuri's fade and Shuri's hands are under your ass in preparation to pick you up when Griot cuts in, "Panther, Princess. General Ayo is calling."

You startle at the sudden intrusion and you would've fallen into your suitcase if it hadn't been for Shuri's arms locked around you, "You're making me late, Shuri."

"The Royal Talon Fighter leaves on your command, not the other way around." Shuri makes no moves to release you as she instructs Griot to answer the General’s call.

“Panther,” a holographic Ayo, decked out in full gold Dora Milaje regalia, appears in front of the two of you. She briefly looks surprised to see Shuri instead of you but quickly schools her expression into one of passive indifference, “Is Ms. Y/N ready?”

You begin wiggling yourself out of Shuri’s grasp, “Yes, General. Give me a moment, I’m packing a few last-minute things.” Ayo nods wordlessly before the hologram disappears.

You spend a few moments attempting to untangle yourself from Shuri’s hold before realizing the problem is less her long, wiry limbs and more Shuri won’t let you go. You level a glare at your girlfriend, who’s losing a battle to keep a shit-eating grin off of her face, “Shuri, let me go.”

“No.” Her eyes bore into yours as her grip on your waist tightens and she slowly leans down to press her forehead to yours, “Stay here, stay in my arms. Forever.” Shuri knows exactly what she’s doing; you’ve told her time and time again how hypnotic her eyes are and how you lose yourself in them so easily whenever you make eye contact with her. You’ve told her about how the world fades away and you feel drawn to her like a magnet when she looks at you the way she is now: like you hung the sun, moon, and stars in her sky.

Your mind goes blank as Shuri reaches one hand up to cradle the back of your head before tilting hers slightly and sealing her lips over yours, wasting no time coaxing your mouth open to slide her tongue against yours. Shuri's hand against the back of your head turns into a fist around your curls, exposing your neck to her ravenous lips and pulling the most sinful sounds out of you as she assaults the sensitive spots on your skin that only she can find. You cling to her helplessly, moaning and whimpering as you soak through your panties while she takes you apart with her mouth.

"Ndiyakuva, sthandwa sam," (I can smell you, my love) Shuri pulls her mouth back from your throat as her hand takes its place, "Ufuna i-panther yakhe." (She wants her panther). Shuri's other hand pops the button on your pants and slips inside, rubbing your slit over the soaked material of your underwear as your moans spur her on, "Uzondivumela ndimthathe? Ndicela undivumele ndimthathe." (Are you going to let me have her? Please let me have her.) Shuri begs breathlessly, eyes roaming your face as she watches you fall apart for her.

Shameless moans fall from your lips and your eyes flutter closed as you grind your center against Shuri's hand, but her grip tightening around your throat makes your eyes shoot back open.

"Amehlo akum, ntombazana entle. Ufuna undijonge xa ​​u cum." (Eyes on me, pretty girl. Want you to look at me when you cum) Shuri commands, shoving your panties to the side and sinking three long fingers into you, heading straight for that spongy spot within your walls. The hand around your throat wraps around your waist as your legs give out, holding you flush to her as the panther drills into you relentlessly.

"Shuri yam– baby– oh" You try to warn her of your impending climax but her thumb starts rubbing your clit in fast circles and you can only shudder as you moan out.

Your panther, however, didn't need the warning; she knows your body like the back of her hand. She can feel your soaking, greedy cunt milking her fingers and she wished it was her strap pummeling inside you instead. That damn American job of hers Shuri curses to herself, and it makes her fuck you harder. 

"Ndinike, ntombazana yam ethandekayo. Nditshonise kuyo. Ndinike yonke into." (Give it to me, my sweet girl. Drown me in it. Give me everything). Shuri barely finishes her command before you're cumming with a scream of her name, soaking her hand and your clothes in the process. She keeps up the merciless pace of her fingers, working you through your first orgasm and sending you hurtling towards another one.

You grab her hand, trying to pull away even as your body betrays you by releasing more slick and adding to the wet sounds your cunt was already making. You knew it was fruitless trying to get Shuri to stop; she was insatiable when it came to you and you honestly weren't sure you wanted her to stop, "Shuri, i-panther yam, baby please." (my panther)

"Nceda undinike umntwana oyintombazana omnye." (Give me one more baby girl, please). Shuri buries her face in your neck and her teeth sinking into your sweet spot sends you over the edge a second time.

Your vision goes white as you cum on Shuri's fingers again, your thighs shaking uncontrollably as you squirt.

Shuri slows her fingers and peppers kisses across your face and neck, watching as the last waves of your orgasm rock through you as you return to earth and the arms of your lover, "Intombazana elungileyo kum." (Such a good girl for me). She presses one more lingering kiss to the junction of your jaw and throat before slowly pulling her fingers from you, making sure you're watching as she sucks all three of them clean of your essence. "Imnandi," (delicious) Shuri moans out as her eyes flutter closed, "Kungcono ngokuthe ngqo ukusuka kumthombo, nangona kunjalo."  (better straight from the source, though) She smirks as her hands pat your ass twice.

You merely watch her, still recovering from your orgasms. Shuri notices this immediately, cupping your face in her hands and staring at you pointedly to make sure you haven't slipped into subspace, "Ingelosi, thetha nam. Ingaba udinga ntoni?." (Angel, talk to me. What do you need?)

You gather your motor functions enough to nod, a small "mhm" following a few moments later. 

Shuri hums and presses a tender kiss to your forehead before launching into action; dropping to one knee in front of you, working your soaked bottoms down your legs and off your feet, "Hlala apha kum, sithandwa sam." (Sit here for me, my love) She says gently as she guides you to sit next to your long abandoned suitcase before quickly heading into your ensuite bathroom. 

Shuri returns moments later with a wet cloth, gripping your thigh to spread your legs and she gently presses the warm material to your still-sensitive core. You jump and squirm away as whimpers fall past your lips, but Shuri holds you in place, "Ndiyazi, mama, ndiyazi. Ndiyaxolisa." (I know, mama, I know. I'm sorry.) She presses gentle kisses all over your face as she wipes you clean before discarding the cloth with the rest of your clothes and disappearing into the depths of your closet, rematerializing with a fresh pair of panties and bottoms for you to change into. She places them next to you as she eyes your suitcase and the pile of clothes you'd abandoned earlier. 

Shuri looks to be in deep contemplation, a look you're used to seeing when she's buried in her lab, not when she's hovering over luggage. The juxtaposition between the heaviness of her gaze against the blankness of your neatly folded clothes in your custom vibranium suitcase makes you giggle, which brings Shuri out of her reverie. A soft smile graces her beautifully sculpted features as she caresses your cheek, "What's so funny, ingelosi?"

You swallow a few times before speaking softly, "You're looking at my suitcase like it's one of those complex formulas you deal with in your lab."

Shuri chuckles as her hand drops back to her side, "I'm trying to figure out what else you need to pack if you want to provide guidance.” 

“I just need my toiletries and a few more outfits, which is what that stack is.”

Shuri’s eyes roam over the pile that hadn’t quite made it into your bag before she’d distracted you, touching the material of the item on top; a crewneck sweater. “It’s supposed to be cold in America this time of year?”

“That's mainly for the office; they keep it unreasonably cold in there all the time.”

Shuri hums again before putting the stack of clothes in their designated place in your bag, glancing at you as if to ask, anything else?

You point to two bags on the ottoman at the foot of the bed, “Just those two.”

“What’s in here?” Shuri asks as she fits them into your luggage

“One is my skincare and other stuff, the other is some shoes; I’m just rotating a couple of pairs through my trip.”

“That’s everything?” Shuri moves to your other side, picking up the discarded pants before helping you into them and pulling you to stand.

“Yeah. I’m all ready to go.” You turn to close your bag, but Shuri stops you

“One more thing, ubusi,” Shuri says as she walks into your closet yet again, this time reappearing with a rectangular black box which she places in your suitcase before closing it, lifting it effortlessly with one hand while reaching for you with the other, “I made that for you, to use when you miss me. Don’t open it until then, understand?”

You look at her confused, until she gently squeezes your waist, prompting you to verbally answer her, “Yes, i-panther yam.”

Shuri presses a smiling kiss to your hairline, “Intombi elungile.” (good girl)

The two of you arrive on the tarmac within minutes, the Dora Milaje and Queen’s Guard standing at attention and saluting as you approach. Shuri nods at General Ayo as she steps forward–spear in hand–and gives the two of you a knowing look before returning Shuri’s nod and slamming the butt of her spear on the ground twice, signaling everyone else to fall back. Aneka and a few of the Queen's Guard, however, stay nearby as they’ll be accompanying you to America at Shuri's insistence; “I’m the smartest person on the planet, from the most technologically advanced country on the planet and I work with the rarest, most powerful metal on earth the only place that has unrestricted access to it. Certain countries won’t hesitate to harm you to get access to vibranium and my designs. If harm came to you while you were outside of my care…” Shuri’s eyes darken dangerously, in a way you hadn’t seen since the man with the winged ankles attacked her home and killed her mother, “I wouldn’t stop until you were safely back in my arms again. I'd kill anyone who got in my way.”  You’d fucked her right on top of one of her lab tables.

While Shuri left no room for argument that you were taking at least one guard with you, you'd managed to talk her down from sending her General, reminding her that the tip of the spear of Wakanda's army needed to stay in Wakanda, with the smartest person on the planet. “Besides,” You’d started, trailing your fingers across Shuri’s collarbones as the both of you came down from your post-orgasmic haze, “Aneka has that Midnight Angel armor you made, she’s basically a superhero.” 

If Ayo was upset about missing out on a trip to America, she hid it well. Aneka, however, was practically vibrating with excitement. This was her first mission where she would be undercover as a civilian and she’d told you many times how happy she was to be accompanying you, even requesting your help in making a list of places to see and try during your time in New York. She'd been nagging Ayo for weeks about what souvenirs she wanted her to bring back. “I’m so excited!” Aneka salutes you as you approach, before pulling you into a hug, “I’ve never been to America for so long before. Is it true that there’s a giant apple in the city?”

You laugh at her childlike giddiness, “No, Aneka, there isn’t a giant apple. At least I don’t think there is; they might’ve added one in since I was last there.” 

Aneka moves to ask you another question, but she glances at someone behind you, smiling politely before stepping back. You turn and watch as Shuri hands your suitcase off to Aneka, who quickly walks away to load it into the Talon Fighter.

"Where will they park this thing?" You question as you watch the Wakandan Air Force and Shuri's scientists do final checks of the aircraft.

"With the new cloaking technology I developed, it can sit on the roof of your hotel without being detected by the Americans," Shuri smiles proudly and you beam back at her; you remember how hard she worked to perfect her new cloaking tech, "But I believe it's been programmed to fly to the Avengers Compound in Upstate New York. It can get to you in two minutes once you summon it."

You hum, "Will they recharge it there? At the compound?"

"No, they don't yet have the capabilities to support the wattage we use here so I made sure to develop expanded fuel cells for longer trips to places that aren't compatible with our tech. There's more than enough battery life to get you there and back plenty of times."

You raise your eyebrows, Shuri hadn't told you that she was working on extending the already long battery life of Wakandan technology. "Well, haven't you been busy."

Shuri drops a kiss to your forehead as her hold on your waist tightens, "I had to occupy myself somehow while you were on those primitive Zoom calls with those white people." 

You throw your head back and laugh, "They're not primitive, Shur. Zoom works just fine."

"Yes, it's just fine if you want to see pixels and have delayed audio!"

You shake your head and sigh, knowing this wasn't an argument you were going to win.

"Besides," Shuri calls your attention back to her as she gestures to the aircraft in front of you, "I've been working on building you your own one of these. I should have some designs ready for you to look over when you get back."

You gasp, "Shuri! I don't need my own Talon Fighter! I'm rarely in one if it isn't–"

Shuri silences you with her lips on yours, pulling you into a deep kiss filled with every ounce of love she had for you. She reluctantly pulls away after a moment but keeps her forehead pressed to yours, speaking in a voice only meant for you to hear, "The future Queen of Wakanda needs her own official aircraft."

Words have escaped you, your brain has stopped functioning, leaving you staring wide-eyed and gaping at Shuri. The two of you had talked about marriage before, but this is the first time either one of you had mentioned anything serious*. "I– b–"

Shuri smirks, pulling away from you slightly but maintaining the same intense eye contact, "Did you really think I hadn't planned on marrying you, ingelosi? I knew you were going to be my wife the second I laid eyes on you."

"But what about the Elders?"

"What about them?" Shuri's response is immediate, "You've met them, yes?" At your slow nod, she continues, "They love you and they agree that you would make a wonderful Queen, despite not being Wakandan by birth." Shuri takes your left hand in hers, her fingers tracing over your ring finger and imagining the ring that will sit there one day. Unbeknownst to you, the ring was already finished and had been for months, hidden in a secret compartment in the desk in Shuri's office. She was just waiting for the right moment to pop the question, and to receive your mother's permission for your hand. "They gave their blessing for our union." Shuri starts, still eyeing your finger, "My mother loved you. My brother did too." Shuri looks up at you, and her eyes are full of unshed tears. "I would've married you the moment I saw you if I knew what would happen."

You pull your hand from Shuri’s and cup her cheek, prepared to wipe away any tears that fall, "Ingelosi." You coo, pulling her face to yours and connecting your lips. "They're always with you," You tap her chest, right over her heart, "And they'll have the best seats in the house at our wedding."

Shuri sighs as her lips spread into a breathtaking smile that you return, "Ndikuthanda kakhulu." (I love you so much)

"And I love you." 

The sweet moment is interrupted as a scientist hesitantly approaches, holding a holopad. "Forgive me for interrupting Panther and Princess, but the Royal Talon Fighter is ready." The scientist hands Shuri the pad and she quickly double-checks their work.

"Is the flight plan set?"

"Yes, Panther."

"We can begin boarding, then." Shuri hands the holo pad back to the scientist who salutes the both of you before taking their leave.

Shuri watches them for a moment before turning to you, planting both hands on your waist. "I want you to have at least one pair of kimoyo beads on you at all times." You raise your right arm, wiggling your wrist and showcasing the beaded bracelet, "And the other ones?" Shuri questions, prompting you to gesture to your ears where a pair of black studs identical to Shuri's own, sit. 

"And the other one?" 

You reach past the collar of your shirt, producing the black pendant that–to the untrained eye–looks like a black nameplate necklace.

"Good girl," Shuri muses as her hands drop lower on your waist, closer to your hips, "I'll be tracking your location the entire time, but I want you to call me at least once a day. And send me a video of your hotel room."

"Yes, my Shuri." You smile. You couldn't be annoyed with her overprotective tendencies if you tried. It warms your heart (and other places) to think of the lengths she'd reach to ensure your safety while still making sure to respect your space and autonomy, though you don't mind living within the vibranium-clad safety of her arms for all eternity.

Shuri brings you in for a lingering kiss, using her lips as a last-ditch effort to get you to cancel your trip and stay with her. She barely holds back a petulant whine when you pull away to rest your head on her chest for a moment before you press your lips to her neck right next to her panther necklace.

"I love the sound of your heartbeat, ingelosi yam. I wish I could take it with me everywhere." (my angel) You mumble in her ear, kissing her marble-carved jaw as you cup her cheek to taste her lips again.

"You keep kissing me like this and I'm going to dismiss everyone and take you right here on this tarmac." Shuri speaks against your lips, before connecting your lips again.

"Mmmm. I don't want to leave you, i-panther yam." You smile drowsily, drunk from the taste of your love.

"And you won't, this is the last time you're going to America for that Bast-forsaken job, ikumkani wam." (My queen) Shuri intertwines your fingers before lifting them to her lips, kissing the palm of your hand, "I have a position for you here as soon as you're ready. Better pay, better everything. And you'll be where you belong; by my side." 

"You're incredible, Shuri."

"I'm yours, y/n. I'd move heaven and earth for you." Shuri desperately presses her lips to yours again. 

The two of you separate, but remain in each other's arms as you watch Ayo and Aneka go through their own–more reserved–parting.

"Who do you think will get married first, us or them?" You glance up at Shuri.

Shuri glances at you out of the corner of her eye, "They got married already." She continues when your jaw drops, "It was a secret ceremony in the garden with just a few guests. Aneka's trying to convince her to have a reception with everyone later, after everything settles down a little more." 

"When was this? Why wasn't I invited?"

"I was barely invited, ubusi. Plus, it was a last minute thing; I only had a 30 minute warning. You were wrapped up in a Zoom call, I think." 

You nod, reaching up to rub the faded back of shuris head and she immediately leans her head into your hand with a hum.

"You behave yourself while I'm gone, Shuri yam."

Shuri looks offended, "I always behave."

You side-eye her, but don't respond as Aneka approaches. You turn to Shuri, pressing one more lingering kiss to her lips before reluctantly pulling away, keeping your hand interlocked with hers until you physically couldn't hold on any longer. You keep your eyes on her until you had to turn around to go up the ramp to the Talon Fighter with Aneka & the Queen's Guard members behind you.

As the aircraft lifts off, you catch sight of Shuri standing in the same place you left her. She presses a kiss to the palm of her hand before turning it towards you.

~Eight Days Later~

To say you were burnt out would be the understatement of the century.

Your boss has been on your ass with tasks since he received word that you'd landed. You've been in meeting after meeting, most of which could've–and should've–been emails. Even your dinners were taken from you, as you were either taking work home, or your coworkers insisted on getting drinks after work which often lasted until well after your bedtime.

The lone bright spot in your days were your nightly phone calls with Shuri, where she usually sits and stares lovingly as you animatedly recount your day, including your growing disdain for your coworkers.

"You know," Shuri starts, pulling on one of the curls resting on her forehead, "I can have a resignation letter to you within the hour." 

"I'm thinking about taking you up on it. These people are exhausting and if they aren't demanding my attention, they're second guessing my every breath, only to do what I'm suggesting anyways and then not give me credit for it. I'm not sure how much longer I can–" You trail off as you take notice of Shuri's background, the unmistakable color of the elevator in her lab catching your attention. You do some quick math; if it's almost 9PM in New York, and Wakanda is 7 hours ahead, that means it's almost– 

"Shuri Udaku!" You exclaim, nearly knocking Shuri off her chair, "It is 4AM! Why are you still awake?"

"I love the way you say my name, ingelosi." She smirks, but it quickly fades when she sees your serious face is unchanged. "We've had a couple incidents of groups trying to breach the borders. They haven't gotten through, but I'm updating and strengthening the security measures of the border barriers. Our preliminary investigations suggest that the incidents are connected, so we're also preparing to go on a recon mission to find out more information."

Your heart clenches as fear begins to sink its claws into you. It didn't matter how powerful she was as the Black Panther or how she has the ability to heal injuries that should be fatal with little to no recovery time. She was still your Shuri and you still wanted to put her in a bubble so no one could cause her any harm, physical or otherwise. While you lacked the agility and power she had, you were just as protective over her as she was over you.

Shuri must've sensed your internal conflict, "It's a simple investigation, ubusi. We go in, collect as much intelligence as we can, we leave. We already have a few suspicions on the nationality of the perpetrators and they aren't nearly as advanced as we are–"

"Nobody is as advanced as Wakanda." You cut in bitterly.

Shuri flashes a smile, "Yes, sthandwa sam, but they left some of their gear behind at their last attempt. Most of it looks homemade." Shuri jumps up from her chair, running over to a pile of what appears to be junkyard scraps on a nearby table as she launches into an explanation about components and overlays and relays. Now it was your turn to stare lovingly into the hologram as she monologues.

There's no phone call the next day, but Shuri makes sure to text you. We're headed out on recon today, sthandwa. We should only be a few hours, but I have Griot programmed to notify you if we're gone longer. I love you my queen, Your Shuri.

The message goes unread for a few hours as you were unable to get away from work. Once you read it, however, you start pacing a trench in your hotel room floor as fear and anxiety return in full force and you're unable to ward it off in your exhausted, post-work state. You can't eat, you don't want to lay down for fear of falling asleep and missing Shuri's message notifying you that she'd returned home safely. You need something to distract yourself at least for a few more hours.

A metaphorical light bulb goes off in your head, Shuri's box. You scramble to your suitcase, rooting around and throwing your neatly folded clothes out of the way until your hands come in contact with the box in question. You sit on the edge of the bed as you slide the lid off, a purple velvet drawstring pouch coming into view. You remove said pouch from the box, eyeing it curiously but a folded piece of paper under the pouch catches your attention.

Shuri's scribbled attempt at cursive greets you, drawing a fond smile from your lips, her brain always did move faster than her hands:

To my love,

If you're reading this, then I failed at getting you to cancel your trip to America. But that means I finally get to give you this. Yes, it's a vibrator. Meant to mimic the feel of my strap, so that your few lonely nights away from me might pass a little quicker.

Obviously, it won't compare to the real feeling of me fucking you, but I hope it's close enough to give you the pleasure you need.

I hope I get to watch you use it someday.

I-panther Yakho (your panther), 

Shuri

P.S, the lube in the bottle is designed to make you more sensitive. If it works as I hope, your orgasm will be more intense.

You gasp, tossing the note aside as you open the bag and unsheathe your new toy, heat already pooling in your core in anticipation. It's bigger than you expected; the black material accented by deep royal purple is perfectly curved upwards, designed to stroke your g-spot with every thrust. You note the buttons on the base and press each one to see what they do. The first one triggers the vibration and pressing it again cycles through four levels of intensity and various patterns. The second button activates some sort of circular motion in the shaft of the toy, and you make a mental note to try that one out later. The third and final button expands the toy, adding at least two inches of length and a half inch of girth. You shake your head in disbelief, amazed at the mind and creativity of your lover. You look through the box again, locating the small black bottle before setting both items aside and beginning preparations for your evening.

Less than an hour later and you're finally ready; you'd managed to choke down a small dinner of soup and a half sandwich from the room service menu and ordered a bottle of your favorite wine to sip on. You crack open the door leading to your balcony, letting the warm New York breeze float into your hotel room to cool your already heated skin. You pick up your kimoyo bracelet, deflating when you're met with a blank notification panel, signaling that Shuri still isn't home.

"Griot."

"Yes, Princess."

"Can you soundproof this room?"

"Scanning…...The room is now soundproof."

"Thank you, Griot."

Your eyes keep trailing over to the toy and lube sitting on your bedside table as you stand before the full body mirror, and you suddenly feel shy. The last time you had to take care of your own needs was years ago–before you met Shuri–and her already high libido and stamina had shot through the roof once she took the Herb; the two of you rarely went more than two to three days without touching each other. 

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before gliding your hands across your shoulders towards the collar of your shirt, slowly popping the buttons and allowing it to fall from your shoulders. You admire how your tits look in your lacy bra, squeezing the soft mounds in your hands and trailing the tips of your fingers over your nipples until they stiffen into peaks. You head for your pants next, popping the button and shimmying them down over your hips and thighs before they bunch at your ankles. They fly across the room as you kick them off your legs and you turn your attention to the matching panties you have on, turning to run your hands over your smooth skin and admire how the cut of the back compliments the shape of your ass and the placement of the band accentuates your waist. Your time in Wakanda did you good, if your tan & curves are anything to go by.

You reach behind you to unhook your bra, quickly discarding it with your other clothes before returning your hands to your breasts, trying to mimic the way Shuri would massage them. Small moans begin to escape you as you roll your already sensitive buds between your fingertips, slick beginning to pool in your panties.

You wish Shuri was here, you can practically hear her voice in your head, "Wet for me already, sthandwa?" 

"Yes, my Shuri. I'm so wet for you." You moan to the empty room before wiggling your panties down your legs and laying on the bed. You spread your legs and expose your glistening heat to the cool air of the room, pulling a gasp from your lips. One hand remains on your breast while the other trails down your stomach to swim through your folds and even you're shocked by how wet you are already. 

"Oh my God." You moan as you apply the slightest pressure to your clit, circling it slowly as you begin to edge yourself. You grab the bottle on the bedside table, squirting some of its contents onto your hand and applying some to your nipples and the rest mixes with the wetness between your thighs. 

You're lost in your pleasure, rocking your hips into your hand as soft moans and calls of Shuri's name fall past your lips. You pull your knees up to your chest as dip your fingers into your entrance, fucking yourself on your fingers.

Frustration begins to eat at you after a few moments; you can't reach as deep as you want to, as deep as Shuri can. You reach over and grab the dildo, applying a generous amount of lube–that you didn't need, considering how wet you were–and sliding the toy through your wetness, circling the tip around your clit before sliding lower to press at your hole. A loud moan escapes you as you push in slowly, fisting the sheets and arching your back while you give yourself time to adjust to the size; it's a perfect fit. 

The stretch of the dildo inside you is delicious, "Shuriiii, oh–" The feeling is so similar to Shuri's strap that imagining her thrusting into you instead of your hand is that much easier. 

"Undithatha kakuhle sithandwa sam." (You take me so well my honey.) The imaginary Shuri in your head moans out as she fucks into you.

You can only close your eyes and cry out, holding onto the sheets for dear life as the wet sounds your cunt makes with every movement bring you closer to the edge. "Just like that baby. Fuck me just like that. Oh my God, Shuri!" 

Something in the air shifts as your subconscious detects an unmistakable presence; you feel her, before you see her and your heart flutters as you crack your eyes open, slowing your thrusts with the toy to clear your vision and you're met with the shock of your life.

There, in her full Black Panther suit, is the love of your life.

You jolt upright, dildo and your impending orgasm long forgotten, "Shuri? Baby is that you?"

The helmet retracts, revealing the smirking face of your Queen as she crosses the threshold of your balcony to enter the room. She stalks across the room, stopping at the foot of the bed, her eyes glued to your dripping cunt, "I take it you like my present."

"I– How–You're here." 

"We were in the area after the mission, which was a success, by the way. I had them drop me off." Her eyes trail over your naked body, "Seems I came at the perfect time. Lay back down, sthandwa sam."

You follow her instructions, spreading your legs as you grip the handle of the dildo, moving to pull it out but Shuri stops you.

"No, leave it in." Shuri steps away, heading towards the armchair near the foot of your bed. She taps her kimoyo beads and her full suit retracts, revealing her black Under Armour gear before sitting in the chair and spreading her own legs, never taking her eyes off of you, "Show me how you fuck yourself with it. But you don't cum until I say so, ndicacile?" (Am I clear)

"Yes," You whimper at the way her thick accent curls around the vulgar words before you begin again, eager to put on a show for your Queen. You reach for your nipples again gasping at how sensitive they've become. "Shuri, mmm–"

Your eyes flutter closed as your orgasm builds, the stimulation of your nipples and the feelings and sounds your pussy makes leading you to the most blissful sensory overload.

"Umanzi kakhulu, mama." (She's so wet, mama) Shuri comments from her corner. If you were to open your eyes, you would see Shuri laser focused on your pussy, the panther within ready to pounce and mark her territory.

"Ufuna i-panther yakhe.  Ndifuna i-panther yam." (She wants her panther. I want my panther.) You moan out, your breathing becomes shallow as you fly to the edge. You don't want to disobey your panther, but you're not sure you'll be able to stop yourself when you get there even if you wanted to. 

Shuri doesn't respond, but you hear her breathing. You chance opening one eye to look at her and the sight before you almost sends you over the cliff.

There sits Shuri, bottoms gone, one leg thrown over the arm of the chair with her hand gliding through her folds, spreading her wetness around her pretty pussy with her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. Her eyes pull up to meet yours and you stare at each other for a few moments.

"Uyabona indlela ondenza ndibemanzi ngayo? Ukubukela nje wena." (You see how wet you make me? Just from watching you) Shuri breathes out as her spare hand grips the armrest, and you can tell she's close.

You reach your hand out to her, "I-panther yam, come here. Let me taste you."

Shuri rises immediately, stripping off her top and sports bra as she crosses the short space between you and stopping at the side of the bed. "Undifuna phi?" (Where do you want me?)

Your hand grazes through her slick folds as your mouth waters at the thought of tasting her, "My face. Sit on your throne, my queen."

Shuri wastes no time climbing onto the bed before settling over you, her beautiful, dripping cunt hovering just over your mouth, "Ndicela ungandigezeli." (Please don't tease me.) 

You don't respond, instead gripping Shuri's hips and bringing her pussy down to within your mouth's reach before going to town. You start by licking a flat stripe up her folds, collecting as much of her essence on your tongue as you possibly can, moaning at her taste, "You taste so good, my love." You abandon the dildo inside of you, bringing your other hand up and parting her folds to wrap your lips around her clit and suck.

Shuri throws her head back, a loud moan falling from her lips as she begins rocking her lower lips against your face "Ewe, Nkosi, Ewe." (Yes, oh god, yes.)

You squeeze and slap Shuri's ass, lurching her forward so she grips the headboard, giving her more leverage to ride your face as you flatten your tongue to let her use you. You trail your hands up to her breasts, coating them in the leftover lube covering your fingers before rolling her sensitive buds between your fingers.

She throws her head back, a fresh river of slick flowing out of her and directly onto your waiting tongue as her hips lose their rhythm and her thighs start shaking; a telltale sign that she's about to cum.

You sink two fingers into her, scissoring them apart and massaging her inner walls before curling them and rubbing against that spongy spot as you suck her pulsing, swollen clit.

"Nje kanjalo. Ndifake nje kanjalo!" (Just like that. Fuck me just like that!) Shuri fists your hair into her hands to keep you in place as her orgasm takes her. Her juices flow out of her like a breached dam and her entire body shakes as she cries out. You wrap your hands around her hips to keep her from lifting off of you as you eagerly drink up every last drop she has to give you, then pumping your fingers a few more times in tandem with your mouth on her clit to coax more liquid from her. 

Shuri throws her head back and begins rocking against your fingers again, moaning uncontrollably as another orgasm approaches.

"My greedy girl," You smile, French kissing her puffy clit, "You want to cum again?"

Shuri’s hands move to play with her nipples as she nods frantically, "Ndiyacela. Ndicela undenze cum for kwakhona." (Please. Please make me cum again).

You add a third finger, thrusting them inside of her while your thumb works her clit "Ride my fingers, pretty girl. Just like that."

Shuri's hands start shaking around her breasts as her second orgasm washes over her with a cry of your name and you seal your lips around her clit, sucking to draw it out for as long as possible before Shuri collapses next to you, drawing you into a deep kiss and humming as she tastes herself on your lips.

You hold her in your arms as you wait patiently–as intense as her orgasms are, it never takes her long to reload to be ready to go again. 

Sure enough, less than three minutes later Shuri is pulling your head up to hers before trapping you in a passionate kiss. She wastes no time working her tongue into your mouth as she pushes you onto your back, climbing over you and spreading your legs. She pulls her lips away from yours as she takes hold of the toy, slowly pushing it in and out of you as you both watch. "Ingaba ukunditya ngaphandle kukwenza ubemanzi kanje sthandwa?" (Does eating me out get you this wet, honey?) 

You nod as your hips start rocking, meeting each thrust. "Mmmm, yes."

"Uyakuthanda ukukholisa i-panther yakho, akunjalo?" (You love pleasing your panther, don't you?)

"Shuriiii, please." Your back arches as the coil within you tightens, ready to snap.

"Nceda ntoni, ntombazana entle? Ingaba udinga ntoni?" (Please what, pretty girl? What do you need?)

"I–I wanna cum on your strap, Shuri. Wanna cum all over you." You're floating, babbling nonsensically as you twitch uncontrollably.

Shuri hums before she's shifting on top of you, resting on her knees as she taps her kimoyo bracelet and your favorite strap materializes on her hips, "Yilento ubuyifuna, nkosazana?" (Is this what you wanted, princess?)

You slowly rub your clit as Shuri gets ready, lubing up her strap and pulling the dildo from you, discarding it out of your sight before gripping your thighs and spreading them apart. 

"Undilungiselele?" (You ready for me?) Shuri asks as she shifts the strap closer to your entrance, at your nod, she issues her next command, "Yifake." (Put it in)

You guide the tip to your waiting hole and Shuri doesn't hesitate to sink in to the hilt, pulling loud moans from the both of you as her hips connect to yours. "Oh, Shuri. You feel so good baby." You gasp out as she sets a brutal pace, fucking into you deep and hard.

Shuri hooks your knees over her arms and leans forward, changing the angle and forcing your legs to stay open as she reaches depths that only she can hit.

Her name leaves your lips like a prayer as she drills into you relentlessly "Yessss baby just like that. Right there right there. Oh my God I'm cumming. Shuri I'm gonna cum!" Your moans turn into screams of pleasure as Shuri fucks you senseless.

"Yiza kum, ngelosi." (Cum for me, angel) Is all she needs to say before your orgasm overtakes you. Your legs lock up, toes curling as your pussy gushes all over Shuri and her strap. Your thighs start shaking uncontrollably as Shuri fucks you through the aftershocks, holding you down so you can't squirm away. It's only when tears begin leaking from your eyes does she let up, thrusting shallowly as she leans back and rubs your thighs to bring you back to Earth.

She stills inside you, pressing kisses to your neck and cheeks as your breathing begins to slow down, "Intombazana elungileyo kum." (Such a good girl for me) She speaks to you softly, caressing any piece of skin she can reach.

"I've never cum that hard before." You giggle breathlessly and you feel Shuri smile into your neck, kissing your skin one more time before pulling back and staring into your eyes,

"I hope you don't think I'm done with you, entle." Shuri sends you a hopeful smile, which you return.

"I know, just a few more minutes, honey." 

"Of course, sthandwa sam." Shuri kisses your lips as she slowly pulls out before laying next to you and kissing you softly as she wraps her arms around you.

You cradle her face in your hands as you return the kiss, sucking on her bottom lip before tangling your tongue with hers. Shuri grips your hips and pulls you flush against her body, making you gasp against her mouth. 

Shuri smirks into your lips as she angles her head to kiss you deeper. Shuri begins thrusting slowly, the strap to slipping between your folds as she swallows your moans. You begin to meet her thrusts as you throw your head back and her lips drop to your neck, sucking and biting marks into your skin.

"Undilungiselele kwakhona?" (You ready for me again?) Shuri questions, looking down on you with hooded eyes that are flooded with arousal.

"Yes." You breathe, drunk on her love. Your body is pliant in Shuri's hands as she maneuvers you onto your stomach, your ass presented in the air and your back in a deep arch, just how Shuri likes it.

Shuri admires you from this angle before suddenly licking a fat stripe up your cunt, causing you to jump in surprise. She grips your left asscheek with her hand to spread you open as she swirls her tongue around your clit, moaning at your taste coating her tongue. "Ungcamla kamnandi." (You taste so fucking good). She comments, sealing her lips over your swollen clit and circling two fingers in your ocean before dipping them inside of you, her other hand stroking the strap between her legs.

"Uhhhh, Shuriiii." You moan out as your thighs begin to shake "You're gonna make me cum, baby."

Shuri merely hums as she nestles her face further into you. She curls her fingers once, twice, and on the third caress you let go. Your knees give out causing you to fall away from her mouth as you collapse on the bed. Shuri chases you and drinks as best she can as she continues to jack herself off, deep moans escaping rumbling low in her chest as she inches herself toward her own orgasm.

You look back at her, watching her hand move over the strap for a few moments, "You plan on cumming on the bed or in this pussy?" You ask as you lock eyes with her.

Shuri says nothing as she slides her hands under your hips, lifting your ass back in the air. She doesn't give you a moment before she sinks in balls deep, pounding your pussy, "Ngaba ufuna ndihambe nawe?" (You want me to cum in you?). Her voice is deep and goes straight to your core.

"Yesssss, fill me up baby." You fist the soaked sheets in your hands as your love takes you apart for the third time. "Gimme all of it."

"Uza kuyithatha yonke? Yonke i-cum yam kule pussy encinci." (You gonna take all of it? All my cum in this pretty little pussy.) 

"Babyyyyy, you're gonna make me cum." Your legs begin to give out on you again and Shuri follows you, pressing you to the mattress as she lays on top of you and fucking you deeper than she ever has while whispering the filthiest things in your ear. 

"Yibambe, mama. Ufuna uhamba nam." (Hold it, mama. Want you to cum with me.) Shuri begins swirling her hips, grinding into you and massaging your G-spot directly as you scream her name. 

"Ndikhwaze, ntombazana.  Yazisa wonke umntu ukuba ulungile kangakanani." (Scream for me baby girl, let everyone know how good I fuck you.) Shuri sits up, one hand on the back of your throat and the other fisted in the sheets as she begins pounding into you, using you for her pleasure as her orgasm approaches. "Ngubunjana kabani lo?" (Whose pussy is this?)

"It's yours, Shuri. It's your pussy." 

"Undithe nca kum, andithi?" (She's so tight for me, isn't she?) Shuri's hips move like a piston with one goal in mind; to make the both of you cum as hard as possible. 

"You fuck this pussy so good, Shuri. Don't stop baby please don't stop. I'm gonna cum." Your toes curl as your orgasm speeds closer, "Fuck me through it, baby. Fuck me through it. Fuck me hard just like that." You try to muffle your cries into the pillow beneath you, but Shuri fists her hand in your hair, pulling your head back as she continues to drill into you.

"Ndifuna ukukuva." (I want to hear you) She grunts as her rhythm begins to falter, "Ndizakuzalisa umhle kangaka." (I'm gonna fill you up so fucking good.)

"I'm cumming Shuri. Oh my God!" You squirt with a scream of Shuri's name and Shuri follows you over the cliff, her whole body going stiff as she presses into you and fills you to the brim before collapsing on top of you.

The two of you lay there for a while as you come down from what was easily the most intense orgasms you ever had together. You giggle mindlessly as Shuri starts to shift around and lift herself off of you, slowly pulling out and dissolving the strap with a tap at her kimoyo beads.

"What's so funny, entle?"

You shrug, giggling some more as Shuri helps you roll onto your back, smiling lovingly down at you before collapsing beside you and pulling you into her side.

"I love you." Shuri mumbles as she presses kiss after kiss to your hairline.

"I love you too, my panther." Your lips graze her jaw, "I missed you so much, Shuri. I don't sleep the same without you next to me." 

 Shuri looks down at you as she intertwines your fingers, "Then let's never sleep apart again."

fin.

YALL SAW BAE OR AM I TWEAKIN

I GOT THE BUILD A BEAR SHURI BEAR

ur fuckin lyin LEMME SEE

This be Shuri playin w her mama’s clothes

This is killin me I can’t

I wanna see shuri use an old ass computer…

I wanna see her fall apart

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Crown Royal

Synopsis: Shuri’s been holed up in her lab, so you occupy yourself by going out with your friends. You return home and Shuri shows you exactly what she’s been working on.

Warnings: FILTH, StrapSlinger!Shuri, Drunk!Shuri, Drunk!Reader, drunk sex, oral (shuri receiving), throat fucking, spanking, Dom/Sub dynamic, hella dirty talk, alcohol, daddy kink (blink and you miss it), breeding kink, Panther!Shuri as always bc she has me by the ass, vibranium-laced alcohol, mentions of vibranum-laced hair products, just vibranium all through this mf, sub!Shuri for approximately 42 seconds; the pacing might be weird, idk,

Word Count: 8055

A note: Shuri speaks so much English in this simply because I didn’t feel like arguing with Google Translate. I was talking a lot of shit so I hope I made yall proud with this one 🥹🥹🥹

Tags *I do not have a taglist, but these lovely folk asked to be tagged and they’ve been so patient with me while I drag my feet in writing*:

@desswright29 @sleepynggafr, @christinabae, @sapphicvqmpires, @writtenbymarie, @likemick @melanated-queen @blacksapphhicmaddonnaicmad

“Little fireworks that light up for me….” You hum along to the Victoria Monet song filtering through your speakers as you brush your hair, carefully gathering each strand into the high ponytail at the back of your head. Today you had your first Wakandan blowout and to say you were pleased with the results would be an understatement. You usually kept your hair in protective styles to cut down on maintenance time, but one too many scroll-throughs of silk press transformations on instagram had you asking one of the girls at your job for stylist recommendations. Once she’d given you the social info of her stylist, you reached out to book an appointment and four anticipation/anxiety-filled days later, here you were—obsessed with your hair and invigorated with a newfound confidence. Your new stylist had given you The Queen’s Gambit; a blowout using vibranium-laced products to extend the life of the style, essentially making your hair moisture proof for up to four weeks, all while promising maximum curl retention once the products wear off. The method is extremely exclusive and requires extensive training to obtain a special license, which is usually reserved for only the most upscale salons and definitely not for new clients; however, once your stylist recognized you as Queen Shuri’s fiancée, she quickly made an exception and completed the service. Your hair cascaded down your back like a silken waterfall, and the bombshell curls added volume and sex appeal that you hadn’t seen from your hair in a while, so when your friends called you to schedule a night on the town, you couldn’t refuse; all of Wakanda deserved to see you feeling yourself this heavily.

Once the elastic is secured around your hair and tightened to your liking you move to finish your makeup, applying your lip combo: a luscious red lipstick with a black liner. You sigh—this was Shuri’s favorite lip look on you; something about how the red pigment accentuated the plumpness of your lips attracted her to you like a bull. But Shuri wasn’t here to see it, she was holed up in her lab as she had been for the past few nights. You didn’t feel jaded or abandoned, Shuri made it clear you were welcome in her lab at any time, and you often took her up on it, popping by just to vent about your day or sit and watch her while she worked. She also shuts down the lab for an hour every day to have lunch with you in the garden. You understand that Shuri’s duty to her country—and therefore to you—as the Queen and Black Panther keeps her schedule packed, but she still goes out of her way to make time for you in every way that she can. I should pop down there to visit her, you think to yourself, but you dismiss the thought quickly; you could kiss your night out goodbye if Shuri got her hands on you like this. You’re wearing a brand-new outfit: a black strapless leather mini dress, black red bottoms and all gold jewelry, save for the purple tint of the vibranium-laced diamond in your engagement ring. The boning in the bodice and subtle V cut push your breasts up and the stretchy leather of the mini skirt hugs your hips perfectly. This dress might as well have been made for your body.

“Princess, Leona and Leomie Anderson are approaching.” Griot cuts into your self-admiration and as if on cue, the door to your dressing room opens, revealing the identical smiling faces of your two closest friends. The three of you greet each other with smiles, hugs and compliments before starting to pregame, take a few selfies and head towards the door to the car waiting outside.

“Princess, you’re forgetting your kimoyo beads.” Griot cuts in

“I have my earrings, Griot.”

The AI continues to press, “I will notify the Panther that you’re leaving.”

“No, Griot. Please don’t disturb her. I should be home before she leaves the lab.” You close the door before Griot can grill you more about your departure.

The ride into Downtown Wakanda is calm, but outside the club is chaotic; the line to get in is almost wrapped around the corner, the street is blocked with cars, and there are paparazzi loitering trying to get a glimpse of anyone of importance as they enter. Thankfully, the three of you are able to enter without much hassle from the bouncers and without being spotted by the photographers. The inside of the club is dark except for purple uplighting on the walls, providing just enough light for the three of you to make your way to the bar and find three plush velvet seats. Your chest rattles from the bass in the afrobeat’s that the DJ is mixing. He’s keeping a watchful eye on the small but growing crowd in the middle of the dance floor; the night is still relatively young, so he’s not putting out his best mixes just yet. You continue to gaze around the venue; there’s tables along the far wall, a game area with darts and pool, a cigar room and what you assume is the VIP section behind a gold rope and purple curtain. 

“Can I get something started for you ladies?” The bartender asks as he approaches, his eyes lingering on Leona, “Or would you like me to make you something special? On the house, of course.”

Leona leans forward, making sure to push her breasts further onto display, “Give us something good,” She lightly caresses the back of the bartender’s hand, “And sweet.”

He smirks at her, trailing her eyes down to her chest, “Right away.” Before he takes his leave, purposely staying within Leona’s eyesight as he mixes your drinks with a mixologist’s flare. 

“Whore.” Leomie, Leona’s twin sister, mumbles.

“I’m just trying to find me somebody to take home tonight so I can be like Y/N when I grow up.” Leona leans forward, glancing past her sister to wiggle her eyebrows at you.

You laugh, “I didn’t meet Shuri in a club so you’re already off on the wrong foot.” 

“Okay but I’m not a good little nerd like you so I have to take some detours in the plan. As long as I end up at the same destination, I’m good.” Leona replies.

The three of you continue bickering, but it dies down when the bartender approaches, setting three brightly colored—almost glowing—drinks in front of you. Leona’s is orange, Leomie’s is red, and yours is two toned, “Something special for special ladies. Let me know what you think.” He steps back, patiently awaiting your reactions.

“Ooh, what’s in this?” Leona asks, watching the golden sparkles in her glass dance as she swirls the liquid inside.

“Yours is peach papaya, hers is blood orange mango, and the future Mrs. Panther’s is pineapple Dragon fruit.” He shoots you a wink, chuckling slightly as you bashfully hid your face; you still forget that you’re engaged to the Black Panther, to you she was just Shuri the Science Nerd. “All three have gin and rum, with a little extra syrup for sweetness. And those Panther swizzle sticks are custom.”

You sip your drinks, humming delightedly at the taste. “I hope they give you a raise soon because this is amazing!” Leona gushes.

The bartender smiles proudly before taking a small bow, “Thank you, I try my best.” Other people approach the bar; the crowd in the club is beginning to get crowded and the bar seats are filling up, “Let me know if you ladies need anything else,” He shoots a wink at Leona before moving away to help other patrons. 

The rest of your night out is filled with drinks, dancing and carefree fun with your friends. Many people watch, wanting to approach you and your girls, or maybe even take one of you home but they know better than to approach, lest they face The Panther’s wrath. After a few hours, however, your Outside Timer runs out and you turn to your friends, “I’m ready to go.”

Thankfully, Leona and Leomie share your sentiment, “Yeah, I’m gonna order us a car. Let’s go back to the bar, at least we’ll have a straight shot to the door when it’s time to go.”

Leona spends the duration of your wait flirting with the bartender, ultimately deciding to stay at the club and wait for him to get off work so she could leave with him. 

“Be safe Leona! Use protection!” You shout over your shoulder as you and Leomie make your way to the door.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t let her get you pregnant!” Leona shouts back, nursing yet another experimental drink from the bartender.

“I just might!” You laugh just before crossing the threshold into the lobby.

The ride home is uneventful. The bit of liquor in your system is doing just enough to keep you warm, fuzzy and slightly horny, but not enough for you to be blackout sloppy drunk. The driver reaches Leomie’s home first, where you quickly say your goodbyes and confirm that the tracker in Leona’s bag was indeed active before Leomie leaves the car, and you alone. Your plan for the rest of the night was as follows: shower, change, prep a small meal to take to your fiancée as you collect her from her lab, see if you can’t get her to fuck you senseless (or eat her out for a few hours, whichever she preferred) once you got home, fall into a coma in her arms until tomorrow when the two of you have cake tastings and venue tours scheduled.

Before you know it, the driver is pulling up in front of your house. The lights are still off: Shuri isn’t home. You let out a small sigh as you exit the car, thanking the driver before closing the door and walking the path to the front door, scanning your fingerprint on the panel to gain entry. Once the door is shut, your heels are kicked off in one direction and your clutch lands on the foyer table in the other. You don’t bother with the lights as you walk down the entry hallway towards the living room. Shuri had this house custom built for the two of you and you know it like the back of your hand; you can practically see your surroundings, even in the dark.

Well, maybe you don’t have night vision.

Because if you did, you would’ve seen her sitting on the couch. You would’ve seen how she was sitting: manspread, hair braided back, arm thrown over the back of the couch, white sports bra peeking out from underneath an unbuttoned suit jacket. You would’ve seen the drink in her hand and the unmarked, half empty bottle sitting on the end table next to her. Maybe if you weren’t half drunk, you would’ve felt her eyes following you as soon as you crossed the threshold of your home.

But you didn’t see her, not until she turned the lamp on and flooded the room with light, nearly giving you a heart attack in the process.

“Jesus, what the fuck?” You yell before your eyes fall on the woman before you, “Shuri? What are you doing home?”

A half smirk flits across the Panther’s face, gone before your alcohol-laden brain can register it, “Am I not allowed to come home, sthandwa?”

“N–no of course you are baby it’s just–” You look around the room like the inanimate furniture was going to help you explain yourself. No such luck. “The lights were off when I pulled up, I–I thought you were still at the lab.”

Shuri hums, staring at the liquid in the barrel of her glass; it’s low. She’ll have to refill it again soon, “I called it a night a little early. I wanted to come home and show you what I’ve been working on. Only when I got here,” She cocks her head to the side as she looks up at you and you shrink under her intense gaze, “Intyatyambo yam wasn’t home.” (my flower)

Shuri is sitting halfway across the room, but you might as well be under the microscope on one of her lab tables with how closely she’s studying you. You’re positive she can hear how your heart is racing and see how you discreetly rub your thighs together in an attempt to quell the slick leaking from your core already, “I–I’m—”

“Did you have fun at the club, umfazi?” Shuri questions, another smile threatening to break out on her face.

You freeze, “I—How did you—Was it Griot?”

“I always know where you are, usana.” Shuri’s stare hardens as she looks at you pointedly, “Regardless of whether or not you have your kimoyo beads on you. How did you like the club? Did they take care of you? With the drinks and all.”

“We went to some club downtown. I don’t really remember the—”

Shuri reaches over, refilling her glass with whatever’s in the bottle. “The Panther’s Lair. How did you like it, usana?” A grin finally breaks out on your fiancee’s face.

You squint, “How do you know where we went? You don’t even keep up with the club scene, Shuri.”

“I own that club, mama.” Shuri leans further into the couch, cockiness oozing from every pore, “How do you think you were able to skip the line and walk straight in? Why do you think you didn’t pay for anything?”

“The bartender was flirting with Leona the whole night.”

“And why did the DJ only play your favorite songs the whole night?”

“I—I don’t know. Why do you own a club?”

“M’Baku wanted to be in charge of something after I took the throne. He manages the day to day operations, but my name is on the deed.” Shuri drains the rest of the liquid in her glass and refills it again before standing and walking over to you. Her eyes are low and lidded—no doubt from the contents of that glass—but they’re just as intense as ever as she looks you over, “Hmm, haven’t seen this dress before.” She notes, almost to herself as she grasps your hand, “Ndijike, ntombazana entle.” (Turn for me, pretty girl.)

You follow Shuri’s lead, allowing her to turn you every which way for her viewing pleasure, watching her reaction in the full body mirror across from you, “I just got it a few days ago. Didn’t have anywhere to wear it until tonight.”

“I’ll need to give you more reasons to wear it then, won’t I?” The Panther’s voice is deep as she speaks from behind you, running her hand over the material covering your ass until she reaches the bottom of your ponytail where she immediately curls her hands into your locks. “You got your hair done too?”

“Yeah, one of the girls at my job recommended to me her stylist and she gave me this vibranium-infused blowout. She said it’ll last for two weeks, even if I get my hair wet! It’s been so long since I had my hair straight. I’m thinking of wearing it like this for the wedding, or at least our engagement shoot.”

Shuri isn’t looking at you, she’s looking above you—namely, the ponytail on the back of your head. You watch her gaze darken with every revolution of her hand and once her grip is tight enough, she pulls, tilting your head back to expose your neck to her lips as she begins leaving lingering kisses on the skin of your neck.

“A sweat-proof blowout, huh?” Shuri huffs out a chuckle into your ear before she licks her lips, taking another sip from her glass, “Should we test that?”

A whimper escapes you before you can stop it, the effects of the alcohol and the woman behind you hitting you full force, “Shuri.”

The woman in question releases your hair, but her tattooed hand wraps around your throat instead, keeping your eyes locked on the two of you in the mirror as her lips continue their assault on your throat, tongue and teeth going to work suckling on your heated skin and pulling small moans from your throat as you melt into her.

“Should use this ponytail as a handle to fuck your throat. Get that pretty red lipstick all over my strap.” Shuri mumbles, locking eyes with you in the mirror. At your strangled whimper, she continues, “You’d like that wouldn’t you? For me to use you for my own pleasure, to treat you like the slut you are?" 

"Only yours, Shuri” Your eyes flutter closed as Shuri kisses from your neck, down your shoulder and arm before lifting your left hand to kiss up the back of your palm and around your engagement ring.

“Damn right you are.” Shuri’s mouth returns to your neck where she sinks her teeth into your pulse point. Your hand creeps up, caressing the shaved hair on the back of her head as you moan her name. “You’re mine. Forever.”

She releases you all too soon, spinning you to face her with a hand gripping your ass, “Go in the room and wait for me, usana. You know how I want you." 

A whine escapes you as Shuri avoids your kiss, ”Shuriiiii, you haven’t kissed me all day.“ You pout.

A hum sounds from the Panther in front of you before she kisses your forehead and the corner of your mouth, "I know, ipetal yam. But not yet.”

You continue your pouting, trying to get your lover to change her mind, but she only taps your ass twice, “Yiba yintombazana elungileyo kum kwaye uhambe uzilungiselele.” (Be a good girl for me and go get ready)

You stare at Shuri a little longer, but she remains firm, staring back at you as she drains her glass again, raising a single eyebrow when she sees you still haven’t moved. “Ngaphandle kokuba ufuna ndikohlwaye.” She says, grazing your chin between her thumb and index knuckle. (Unless you want me to punish you)

Your lips part, another wave of arousal hitting you as you barely conceal a moan. Yes, that’s exactly what you want. But you say nothing, knowing Shuri can read your body language with her eyes closed. Shuri’s gentle touch turns rough as she grips your throat, pulling you within a breaths distance of her, the scent of the alcohol she’s been drinking fanning over your face, intoxicating you further, “I will not ask you again, intombi yam. Go to our room and get ready for me.” Her lips graze yours as she speaks to you with the intonation of a Queen, and you can’t help yourself as you poke your tongue out, running the tip over Shuri’s plump bottom lip before you lock eyes with her as she slowly releases her hold, watching you carefully as you finally follow her orders, turning and walking out of the room, making sure to put an extra swing in your hips as you leave Shuri’s eyesight and head to your shared bedroom to prepare yourself for the Panther’s arrival.

It takes Shuri approximately 8 minutes and 26 seconds to make her appearance in your bedroom. She pauses, leaning against the threshold of your room, a newly refilled bottle in hand, observing and admiring the scene before her; you kneeling in the center of the bed, eyes down, hands folded in your lap and completely nude except for your jewelry. “Ngalo lonke ixesha ulungile kum.” Shuri mumbles as she finally approaches you, running her fingertips up your shoulder, neck, back and into your hair where she pulls the elastic loose, flinging it across the room as your hair falls in a curtain around your face. (always so good for me)

You take a chance in looking up at her without permission, “I thought you liked my ponytail.”

“I do, but that’s what my hands are for, sthandwa.” She turns away from you, taking a swig directly from the bottle before placing it on the nightstand. You eye the swirling contents curiously as Shuri steps back; the drink is dark, with an almost purplish tint.

Shuri seems to be reading your mind, as always, “You can ask the question, usana.” You can hear the smile in her voice without having to look at her.

“That’s what you’ve been working on?”

Shuri hums to the affirmative, her ravenous eyes still locked on you.

“You infused it with the Heart Shaped Herb?”

Shuri hums again, a smirk spreading on her lips, “I can get drunk with you now; my metabolism doesn’t burn through this as fast.”

“Can I try some?”

Shuri hums, “Maybe. It might be too strong for you, sthandwa.” She removes her jacket, revealing her toned arms and smooth chocolate skin as she approaches your form again. “Safe word?”

There’s no doubt a puddle on the sheets beneath you. Oh, I’m in for a night. “Petal.”

“Good girl.” Shuri’s voice has dropped an octave, vibrating low in her chest as you watch her deft hands unbutton and unzip her slacks, pushing them down to reveal the boxers she wore underneath—and the wet spot growing right in the crotch. Your mouth waters as you stare unabashedly at it, and Shuri follows your gaze, chuckling slightly as she spreads her legs slightly to give you a better view, “The drink seems to have some unintended effects. But I think it’s perfect for what I have planned for you, yes?”

You nod, unable to speak for fear you might drool as you watch Shuri kick the pants off her feet, her boxers and sports bra soon following and now The Black Panther stands before you in all of her glory. You’ve seen Shuri nude plenty of times over the course of your relationship, but you’re left staring in awe each time she reveals her marble-sculpted body to you. Your eyes linger on the few new scars she’s sporting; results of her work as the Panther. They’re healing and barely noticeable, but your heart still clenches at the thought of your baby being hurt—no matter how smart and powerful she is, your urge to protect her was only outmatched by her need to protect you. You find yourself reaching out, gently grazing your fingertips over the raised skin as you pull her closer. She obliges you as she always does, climbing onto the bed and standing on her knees in front of you before your brain catches up to your actions, and you snatch your hand away, ducking your head back down, “I–I’m sorry, you didn’t give me permission.”

Shuri says nothing, taking your hand, placing it back on her side and holding it there, “You always take such good care of me.” She speaks softly against your forehead before pressing multiple kisses to the crown of your head. “I love you so much, usana.”

“I love you too, Shuri.” You tilt your head up, seeking the lips of your love, and she briefly grants your request, grazing her lips across yours for a few moments before beginning to pull away, but you’re not having it. You surge forward, claiming Shuri’s mouth in a deep kiss, scraping your teeth against her plump lips and working your tongue into her mouth, your hands creeping up her waist and pulling her flush against you. Your hands begin to wander around Shuri’s smooth skin, and she grants you a full body shudder as you tease her nipples and massage her perfect breasts before gliding your hands down to her hips and to her soaking center, easily slipping through her folds and sinking two fingers inside.

Shuri throws her head back, a guttural moan sounding from her throat as she begins rocking her hips, riding your fingers while her puffy clit bumps the palm of your hand.

“You look so pretty like this, angel.” You mumble, sinking your teeth into her nipple and moaning when she clenches around you, a cry leaves her lips. Your lips work their way around her body, sucking and kissing on every inch of skin you can reach as Shuri’s hips work faster, the wet squelch of her cunt increasing in volume as you curl your fingers and issue one command in her ear, “Cum for me, Panther.”

One, two, three more caresses against that sweet spot within her and she follows your orders, flooding your hand with her essence. Her hips stutter, abs contracting, chest heaving as her orgasm overtakes her, your name falling from her lips like a prayer as her sopping, gushing pussy milks your fingers. You take over, thrusting your fingers and fucking her through her high, trying to draw it out as long as possible. Watching Shuri cum has always been one of your favorite sights, even before she took the Herb. Her orgasms were always so intense and powerful, wracking through her whole body and making her genius mind go blank, if just for a few moments. Your arm begins to burn from overexertion, as you lack the endurance the woman before you has, but you wouldn’t dare stop, not when she looked like a Goddess on her throne as she fucked herself on your fingers.

You only slow your fingers when the Panther before you begins whimpering from overstimulation. She opens her eyes, tears gathered in the corners of her ember gaze that you quickly kiss away as you slowly withdraw your fingers from her core and hold them up. Shuri acts immediately, maintaining eye contact with you as she takes one of your glistening fingers into her mouth, her tongue swirling and working to clean her nectar from your digit. You watch her intently before taking your other finger into your own mouth, tasting the essence of your love. The two of you stare into each other’s eyes as you both suck on your fingers, before Shuri pulls off, fisting her hand in the hair at the base of your neck and pulling you into a bruising kiss. Tongues and teeth meet as Shuri kisses you feverishly, hell bent on tasting herself on every surface of your mouth.

You pull away for air moments later, “You love the way you taste, don’t you?” 

“Only when it’s mixed with the taste of you.” Shuri presses more desperate kisses to your lips; she’s still riding the high of her orgasm, “Get on the floor, on your knees.”

You hum reaching for the long abandoned bottle on the nightstand, “Take drink first, love.”

Shuri takes the bottle and lifts it to her lips, taking several long swigs. You’re not sure if it’s from her still-shaking hands, or the speed at which she was drinking, but some of the liquor misses her mouth trailing down her beautiful neck, over her collarbones and between her breasts. You can’t help but to lean forward, poking your tongue out as you trace the trail of alcohol up her body, ending with sucking a mark into her pulse point.

Shuri grips your jaw, tilting your head back and hovering the bottle above your lips. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, and Shuri streams a small amount of the liquor onto your waiting tongue, watching you swallow three times before pulling back. The light floral notes of the drink accompany the smooth burn as it slides down your throat and the effects hit your bloodstream almost immediately. Your senses are dialed to 11; the cool air in the room makes your nipples pebble, you feel the slick as it leaks from you, you’re sure if you shift just enough, you could make yourself cum untouched. “Wow,” you muse, looking around the dimly lit room; you swear you’re seeing new colors. “Is this how you feel all the time?”

You feel Shuri’s breath waft over you as she huffs out a breathy chuckle, “More or less.” Your breath catches in your throat as Shuri slips her hand between your legs, mumbling a curse as her fingers graze over your wet pussy, “Bast, you’re so fucking wet.” 

You grip her wrist, guiding her hand to circle your clit as you breathe against her lips, “Shuri, please.” You begin circling your hips, adding to the friction from Shuri’s fingers. 

“Please what, mama? Tell me what you want.” Shuri’s eyes zero in on your hips, hypnotized by the motion of your curves.

Your head lolls back, your orgasm is a train, rocketing towards you at full speed, “I want you inside me. I wanna cum around you.”

Shuri’s lips find your neck, pulling a loud moan from you as her teeth work over your soft spot. Everything on you is so much more sensitive now and you can hear it every time Shuri’s expert fingers slosh through your dripping core, “Soon, my love. Wanna fuck your throat first. Can I? Please?”

You nod, quickly shuffling and assuming the position; on your knees at your lover’s feet, waiting for her to push the limits of your throat with your favorite strap.

“You ready for me, pretty girl?” Shuri questions as the strap materializes, the tip nudging your top lip as you instinctually stick your tongue out, allowing Shuri to tap it against your tongue a few times, “Get it wet for me.”

You start slowly, maintaining eye contact as your tongue caresses the tip, laying several French kisses on the mushroom head and then finally taking it into your mouth and sucking.

Shuri pulls in a shaky breath above you, fisting her hand in your hair in an attempt to encourage you further down her shaft; her control is already slipping, but she wants to prolong this as much as possible, “Don’t tease me, usana." 

You don’t respond verbally, instead you inhale through your nose, and sink your mouth down to the hilt. The tip of the strap grazes the back of your throat and triggers your gag reflex, but you resist, willing your throat to relax by taking measured breaths as you hold yourself down at her base.

Shuris grip on your hair tightens, ”Bast, I can feel your throat clenching around me.“ 

You pull off her slowly, your flattened tongue against the underside trailing behind your lips before you repeat your actions and sink back to the base. This time you don’t pause, quickly drawing back up before employing your hand to twist around Shuri’s shaft as you continue to bob your head. You continue like this for a few moments—alternating between slurping her shaft and suckling on her tip, just the way she likes. Shuri is a moaning mess above you, her head is thrown back with one hand in your hair and the other twisting her nipple. She looks gorgeous, but she’s still holding back, afraid her strength as The Black Panther might hurt you.

Your mouth detaches from her completely, but your hand continues stroking her, “Shuri, my love.” You coo softly to draw her attention. Your voice sounds wrecked already, and you haven’t even gotten to the main event yet––you probably won’t even be able to speak when you meet with the wedding planner tomorrow. It takes a few seconds, but her wild eyes eventually fall on your kneeling figure. They’re unfocused and completely clouded by arousal, but you still see your Shuri clinging to control as the Panther prowls, wanting to completely let loose and ruin you.

“You’re holding back on me, entle.” You start, continuing when Shuri begins to protest, “You know I can take it.” You hold eye contact as you begin trailing kisses down her shaft, across her hips and to the top of her slit sitting just under the strap, “Let Her go. I want you to use me.” Shuri lets out a guttural moan as your wet tongue licks up the underside of the strap before you remove your hand, folding both of them on your lap, your lips grazing the tip of the strap as you speak, “I want you to fuck my throat, okay?” 

The woman above you whimpers at your words, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

You flash a smile, “How many times have we done this? And how many times have you hurt me? We have a safe word for a reason.”

Shuri doesn’t respond. You’re right; she’s never hurt you and she knows she never will. But that doesn’t stop her worrying: what if this is the time she takes it too far? Lets The Panther on too long a leash and can’t reel Her back in? She would never forgive herself—or touch you again—if she hurt you; you’d be resigned to boring, one-position, vanilla sex for all of eternity. You sense her conflict, leaning up to press a reassuring kiss to her abdomen before resting your head on her thigh and delivering the line that you know will do her in, “I want it. Please?”

Your lover groans, she hates that you know she can never deny you, and she hates that you use that against her so frequently. She squats down, gripping your cheeks and pulling you into a bruising, tongue-tangled kiss, “Tap my thigh twice if I go too far, okay?”

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face, “Of course, my love.”

Shuri kisses you one more time before standing up, fisting her hand in your hair once more to position you perfectly as her other hand strokes the strap a few times before lining it up with your waiting mouth. She slides in slowly but sinks in deep, not stopping until her pelvis is bumping your nose. A grunt sounds from deep in her chest as both of her hands gather your hair in a ponytail, holding your head steady as she begins thrusting, “Your mouth is so fucking perfect, usana. You know that?”

You can only hum in response, the vibration sending Shuri over the edge as an animalistic growl escapes her; The Panther has finally won, spurred on by the feel and sounds of your throat expanding and contracting to take her girth. She doesn’t bother trying to hold back her moans and grunts, knowing you love to hear them when you’re pleasuring her. She sets a pace that would have most people tapping out from the intensity, but you were you, and you weren’t betrothed to a Queen Panther for no reason: you proved time and time again that you could take everything she gave you, both in and out of the bedroom. Slick leaks from you in a stream as you look up at Shuri through watering eyes and running mascara. She’s a vision above you: eyebrows furrowed in concentration, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth, biceps flexing, sweat glistening down the beautiful, sculpted planes of her contracting abs, her hips rolling fluidly as she defiles your mouth. You could stay down here forever if you could. Either tonguing her perfect cunt or sucking her off, anything that ended in her cumming down your throat was heaven to you. 

Shuri switches her rhythm, pushing the strap in, down to the base and holding it for a few seconds before pulling out entirely and repeating the action. You understand her silent command ‘swallow around it’. You obey, grabbing handfuls of Shuri’s ass to hold her in position as you use the back of your throat to stimulate the tip of the strap. Shuri’s leg begins shaking as she starts thrusting again; she’s close, “Bast, your mouth was made for me to fuck wasn’t it? You love me using you like this, don’t you? On your fucking knees, waiting for me to cum down your throat all the time. Like a fucking slut. My pretty fucking slut.” Shuri begins thrusting deeper, triggering your gag reflex with every push forward. Your eyes flutter closed as you trap your thumb against the palm of your hand; the trick works and your gag reflex subsides just enough. Your other hand creeps towards your dripping core, you’re still extremely sensitive from the Herb-infused alcohol and if you rub your clit just right, you could time yourself to cum at the same time as your love.

Shuri, however, catches on—even as the first waves of her orgasm begin to wash over her. “Don’t you dare touch your pussy. The only way you’re going to—fuck, oh Bast—cum is on my dick. Y–you understand?”

You whine, your hand shooting away from your core, opting to hold onto Shuri’s calves to ground yourself, leaving your glistening cunt abandoned for the time being.

Shuri’s moans increase in volume and her grip on your hair tightens as she throws her head back, exposing the beautiful lines of her throat, “I’m gonna fucking cum for you, mama. All down your fucking throat. You’re gonna swallow every fucking drop of me, aren’t you?”

“All of it.” Comes your muffled reply as your hands slide up Shuri’s legs to the back of her thighs, but you know your Shuri understands.

“I wish you could see yourself. You look so beautiful like this, usana. Always such a good girl for me—oh, fuck. FUCK!” The dam breaks and Shuri floods you for the second time that evening, your name on her lips like a mantra as her body shakes with the force of her orgasm. She pulls out a bit, allowing room for you to swallow as you drink what she gives you before your mouth goes to work to milk more out and prolong her high. Shuri’s knees give out and she collapses on the bed, but you and your mouth follow her, sucking intently on the sensitive tip to draw more nectar from The Panther. Shuri cries out in overstimulation, body going stiff, but her hips tell another story, thrusting into the warm cavern your mouth provides. You manage to pull a few more drops from her before she lifts you off completely, drawing you up her body to trap your lips in a kiss.

The two of you lay there for several moments, kissing each other deeply but leisurely as Shuri licks the taste of herself off of your tongue. Hands wander everywhere they can reach, over thighs, arms, backs, hair, breasts, before finally Shuri’s expert fingers wander between your legs, moving past your soaked thighs to delve into the source. Her lips pull away from yours, whispering a curse as she feels just how wet you’ve become, a smirk spreading on her lips. “You get this wet from sucking me off?”

You nod, angling your hips in an attempt to get Shuri’s fingers to slip inside. It should only take her one curl of her fingers and you’d cum all over her hand. But her fingers pull away as she takes note of your silence. Mild concern crosses her features as she sits up, gently pushing you off of her as she moves to the minifridge across the room, producing a water bottle and promptly uncapping it, helping you drink half before putting it on the bedside table next to the alcohol.

“Thetha nam.” (talk to me)

You wait a moment, clearing your throat and swallowing a few times, “Probably won’t be able to talk to the wedding planner tomorrow.” Your voice is rough and barely above a whisper but you’re speaking, and that satisfies Shuri, who returns the smile.

“You let me handle that. Color?”

“Green.” You respond immediately, perking up as you wait for your next command. 

Shuri regards you carefully for a few moments, looking for any reasons to stop for the evening. She evidently finds none, nodding her head to the center of the bed. “Hands and knees, face the bottom.”

You spring into action immediately moving into position and setting your back in a deep arch, just the way Shuri likes. You chance a glance at your reflection in the mirror at the bottom of the bed: your hair is a mess—still beautifully sleek, but disheveled and piled in a hornet’s nest on the top of your head, your cheeks are striped black from your running mascara and liner, and your lips are swollen. 

Shuri smiles as she approaches you, tracing her hand down the small of your spine, “Always so eager to please me, hm?”

“Always wanna be good for my Panther.” You push your ass back into Shuri’s hand, wiggling your hips in an effort to get her to move faster. She lifts her hand up, bringing it down in a powerful smack on your right asscheek. You moan out, feeling more wetness drip out of you, based on the way Shuri’s eyes darken as she watches you, she sees it too.

Shuri finally crawls on the bed and positions herself on her knees behind you. She swipes two fingers through your cunt, using your wetness as lube to stroke the strap as she watches your pussy drip untouched. She leans forward after a few moments, licking three fat stripes up your slit before sealing her lips around your clit. You spread your legs as you begin circling your hips, riding Shuri’s face as best you can. The moans escaping you rise in pitch as you get frustrated; she’s doing just enough to keep you soaked, but not doing enough to make you cum. “Shuriiiii, please.” You cry out. Your body jolts as she slaps your ass again before sinking three fingers in to the hilt, causing you to scream out. She curls them immediately, rubbing that spongy spot within as she pounds you. You begin fucking yourself on her fingers, chasing the orgasm that’s been circling you all night but Shuri’s eerily calm voice breaks through your moans, “You’re not going to cum.”

You whine, “Shuri, why? I let you cum.”

“I told you why, usana.” Her voice is still level, but you can hear the pinch in the tone as her other hand works her toward another orgasm.

“Then fuck me!” You yell, throwing your ass back on Shuri’s long fingers.

Shuri pulls out entirely, dishing six quick slaps on alternating cheeks before grabbing your throat and hauling you upright, pressing your back to her front. “Are you rushing me?” Her voice is dangerously low, and the vibrations from the bass go straight to your core as you drop again.

You try to rock your hips, hoping the thickness of your thighs provides at least a little bit of friction but Shuri—as always—is miles ahead of you, forcing your legs apart and cupping her hand over your sex. You sob, sagging against the woman behind you, she’s not playing fair.

Her grip on your throat tightens, the restriction on your airway only makes you wetter instead of making you listen, “You’ll take what I give you, when I give it to you. Understand?” She suddenly slaps your cunt, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. You try to squirm away, but The Panther holds you still, delivering four more wet slaps right to your mound. Tears well up in your eyes, you feel like you’re going to burst from how pent up you are, and your fiancée is apparently content with teasing you until you explode. “I’ve taken care of you every time, haven’t I?” Shuri continues, scraping her blunt nails up your thigh when you don’t respond. 

“Y–yes, Panther.” You sob out

“And you always end up satisfied and fucked thoroughly, right?” Shuri begins rubbing your clit in slow circles, avoiding direct contact.

“Yes.”

“Are you going to let me take care of you?”

“Yes, panther.”

“Good girl. Here.” She holds up the bottle, waterfalling some into your waiting mouth before taking a few long swigs of her own, discarding the bottle and pushing you back down on your forearms. She begins sliding the strap through your folds as the next wave of vibranium-infused liquor hits your bloodstream. You can’t help but to push back on her a little bit, but she lets you slide, simply gripping your ass to spread your lips apart as she watches herself move through you, “You’re so fucking wet.”

“All for you. Panther, please.” Your hips move on their own accord, working in slow circles to match the slide of the strap.

Shuri obliges you, thrusting in and quickly sinking down to the base, filling you to the brim. Both of you moan at the euphoric feeling, briefly pausing to soak it in, and then Shuri grips your hips and begins to move. She wastes no time pounding into you, using her strength and endurance as The Panther to set a pace no man would ever hope to match. Moans tumble from both your lips uncontrollably, as your eyes roll back from the pleasure. 

“Shuri, Shuri, fuck yes. Yes, just like that!” You begin meeting Shuri’s thrusts, shaking your ass and fucking yourself on her dick. 

Shuri slows her movements, allowing more room for yours, “Fuck yourself on me just like that pretty girl.” She grabs your hair, forcing your eyes to lock on your reflection, “Look how good you look getting fucked by me. Look at you, taking my dick so fucking good. No one else can have you like this.” Her eyes are drawn back to your ass, namely the way your ass jiggles in the aftershocks from the power of her thrusts. Her hand comes down on your ass several times, her palm smoothing the pain away as she grips the meat of your ass, using it as leverage to fuck you deeper.

The coil in your center tightens as your cunt clenches around the strap, your orgasm finally approaching after being edged for so long.

“You gonna cum on this dick?” Shuri asks, winding your hair around her hand and gripping your throat with the other.

“Yes, daddy. I’m gonna cum on this big dick.” You hold onto the bed sheets in front of you for dear life. You’re floating and your mind is gone, completely deactivated from the combination of the alcohol and the pleasure you’re receiving from your lover.

“I know you are. Can feel your pussy milking me. Give it to me, mama. Flood my shit, drown me in it.”

“Fuck me harder, Panther! Fuck this pussy.” Some part of your brain thanks Bast that Shuri designed this house to be soundproof, though you’re almost positive you’re testing it with the volume of your screams.

Shuri kicks it into third gear, wrapping both hands around your throat in a tight grip and adjusting her stance, sinking deeper into you and poking right at your g-spot as she drills into your cunt. Your moans get impossibly higher before your lips part in a silent scream as the band within snaps. Your toes curl, your vision goes white, and gravity seems to leave the room as the train of your orgasm finally catches you, crashing over you like high tide on the beach. A voice in the screaming “Don’t stop, fuck me through it.” sounds miles away, barely heard over the blood rushing in your ears as you gush all over the both of you.

Shuri pounds into you with abandon, chasing her third high. Her inconsistent rhythm and nonstop moans tells you she’s close. “I’m gonna cum, usana.” She leans forward, curling herself over your prone frame as she fucks into you from a new angle, intertwining your fingers, “Please, please tell me I can cum for you.”

“Cum in this pussy, daddy. Fill me up.” 

Shuri thrusts four more times before her orgasm takes her. She cries out, collapsing on top of you as she ruts her hips, pumping you full of her cum for the second time, her lithe frame shaking with the force of each wave. She trails her lips up your neck as she thrusts a few more times, making sure her nectar is securely buried in you before she stills completely to catch her breath. After a few moments of silence, Shuri speaks, “Neither one of us is going to have a voice tomorrow.” 

The two of you share a hoarse, breathless laugh before Shuri lifts off of you, slowly pulling out, dematerializing the strap and collapsing next to you. “Color?”

You snuggle into the junction of her jaw and throat, “Green. You?”

Shuri flashes a smile, “Green.”

The next morning, the two of you were tasked with coming up with a believable explanation of why both of you were walking with a limp and had suddenly lost your voices. It may or may not have worked.