Shuri The Type To Chase You Around With The Belt As A Joke But Literally Starts Convulsing When You Do

Shuri the type to chase you around with the belt as a joke but literally starts convulsing when you do it to her

Also look at baby me

Woah.

FEMININITY

Pairing: Shuri Udaku X Confused reader

Word Count: 7.2k 😳

Contains: Fluff, Smut(18+), Reader has a child

A/N: This story kicked my ass so I really hope y’all read and enjoy! An homage to what’s beautiful about being with a woman.

Queen: I needed to get away. I’ll be in your city. Can I come by to see you guys tonight?

You look down at the message and smile. Shuri. You two became fast friends when you began an internship at one of the outreach centers. You ran through the ranks easily which caught the attention of the Princess, and caused you two to form an easy friendship. After your internship was over, you got a job at Stark enterprises with a glowing recommendation from the now Queen of Wakanda. You and Shuri remained friends, though you didn’t see eachother as often due to both of your busy schedules. But every once in awhile she came around to unwind from her chaotic live.

 Angel: Anytime Queen. We’ll be glad to have you. 🥰

You text back and sit your phone down. You turn around to your seven yr old son sitting at the Kitchen table, eating his breakfast like a big boy. “Guess what little guy!” He looks up from his food, and smiles at you beaming as he senses your excitement. “Shuri’s coming by today!” His eyes widen as he bounced a little in his seat.

 “Shuri!” He said voice filled with joy “Mommy, You think she’ll bring me something cool!” He asked. Eyes big and bright, already anticipating his new gadget. “Who knows kiddo.” You say with a smile. “Finish your food and have an awesome day in school and we’ll see.” You already knew she’d definitely be bringing him something. She was particularly impressed with your son and loved giving him things that would eventually cause you grief. 

  “Zahir, Let’s go little one!” You yelled to him from the living room. He came hopping down the stairs. You’d gotten yourself and your son ready for the day, and were out of the house in record time, now you were eager to tackle your day. You dropped off Zah with a hug and kiss and headed to work, all smiles and waves as you headed to your office with a bounce in your step. Asia, your work bestie, saw you coming as she got coffee from the break room. Her brow raised over top of her cup as she took a sip looking at you suspiciously. Your eyes connected and you continued walking right past her. “Oh no you did not!” She yells after you as she jogs to catch up, falling in your step.

 “My aren’t we chipper and ready for the day!” She says to you sarcastically doing a happy little wiggle. You look at her and roll your eyes. “ I’m always happy to be here. I love my job nosy.” She scoffs. “Uh huh, speaking of nosyyyy, I hear the Queens in town.” She smiled big, cutting right to the chase, typical Asia. Your raise a brow avoiding eye contact. “British?” You say inquisitively as you both enter your office. She closes the door behind you both.

“Bitch, you know what Queen I’m talking about. The one that’s got you walking through the office smiling and waving like Ms. America!” She mocks you smiling big, waving, laughing, and pointing, amplifying your earlier interactions. You laugh “I was not doing all that. You’re so extra!”

“Whatever girl, that’s not what I’m here for. Have you heard from her?” She sat in one of the leather chairs infront of your desk making herself comfortable. You follow her lead sitting in the the chair behind your desk. “ Yes I have she’s stopping by tonight.” Asia squeals. “Oh hell yea! I’m coming” You raise both brows and shake your head “Absoluetly not! Don’t bring your ass to my house Asia.” 

“You’re right, I don’t wanna be in the way.” She said wiggling her brow and rolling her body. 

“Get a life.” You say trying to hide your grin. 

“Damn girl! Leave it up to you to pull a fine ass African, stud Queen. Where they making those at? Talk about one of one.” You try to hold back your laugh. “I really hate you, who says shit like that Asia. And Shuri is not a stud, she’s a Stem, and we are very much FREINDS and that’s ALL.” You say with emphasis.

“Ah Ha! You said that shit like you believed it. That was cute. It’s giving Letitia Wright.” She laughed, and you flicked her off. “I’m just saying, Stud, Stem, whatever the fuck she wanna be, I’m straight as an arrow and she could fold me in half and strap my ankles to the headboard! Do you hear me! I’d be turning all the tricks! The neighbors would know my na-“

“Aight! Damn Asia you always take it far. Get out of my office so I can start my day.”

“That’s cool. I’ll do that. But you better hop on that strap before somebody take your seat hoe. Give that baby a stud daddy!” She gets up out of her chair. 

“ Please, Leave”

“BYE! Bougie bitch.” She whispers the last part under her breath as she walks out. 

“I heard that!” You yell.

“SO!” She yells back.

You shake your head laughing. You smile and continue your day happily anticipating the night. 

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You looked in your mirror placing your locs in a high ponytail leaving two locs out in the front. You’d showered and changed into a form fitting black short set. The shirt rose just above your naval showing off your waist beads. You sprayed on your “Killian Love Don’t Be Shy”, glossed your lips, and headed to your kitchen to check on your sides before putting the steaks on the grill. You turned on your speaker and danced around as you cooked. Shuri loved your cooking. You smiled as you thought of how she always reacted to your meals. Zah Sat in the living room playing games on his Nintendo Switch, when you both heard the door bell ring. 

  You both stopped what you were doing and raced eachother toward the door. Your son ran past you pushing you out of the way. “Boy!” He got to the door and smiled at you. “Beat you Mama!” He laughed, and opened the door. You didn’t have time to react before your heart dropped to your stomach. There she stood with that sexy ass smile, hands behind her back. Her undercut was fresh, beautiful curls sat neatly atop her head stopping right above her brow, right ear adorned in several earrings, and she had a single gold chain around her neck. She wore a dark grey shortsleeved compression shirt with matching sweat pants. Her lean muscles more pronounced than the last time you saw her, tattoos gracing her arms making her even more of a work of art. She looked at you and smiled with a wink before squatting down in front of Zahir. 

“SHURI!!” He yelled running into her arms, that she held out for him, as she dropped the bag she’d had in her hands. “Wow little man! You’re getting so big.” She says pulling back and ruffling his individual twist. “Yea, Mommy says I’m a big boy. I got muscles too. “He says stepping back flexing for her.

“Ooooweee!” She reached to touch it and snapped her hand back fast. “Dang kid! You almost broke my finger.” 

“Yep, I’m gonna be really strong and fast like you!”

“Oh you’re coming for me huh little panther?” She says as she picks him up and throws him over her shoulder as she stands and walks in the house. Using her foot to close the door. He laughs and kicks as she holds him tight while walking over to you. It felt like your world slowed down, like she was moving in slow motion towards you. Your eyes trailed her body. The way she moved, the way she paired her femininity with masculinity was feminine in its own right. Only something a woman could master so gracefully. With her hands being full, she could only lean down and press a gentle  kiss on your forehead in greeting. You wrapped your arms around her and Zah, Her scent immediately enveloping you; vanilla, cinnamon, and a hint of burnt cherry. She was intoxicating. 

“Hey Shuri poo!” She pulled back and smiled. “It smells good in here.” You roll your eyes and smack her arm playfully. “It’s good to see you too Shuri” She looks you up and down, eyes lingering on the swell of your hips a while longer than they should, she smirks. “Always a pleasure Ms. Y/l/n.” She walks away, drops her bag next to the couch, and then takes Zahir off her shoulder into the air and slams him into the couch. “Shuri! Don’t start that rough sh- stuff already!” 

Shuri looked at Zah with wide eyes. “I know what she was about to say, do you know what she was about to say.” “Shuri! Don’t get put out immediately. Give yourself time.” She bunches up her lips in skepticism. “ Girl, please. We could take her right Zah! We could beat her up and take over the kingdom.” “Yea! You don’t want none mommy!” Shuri laughs. “Tell her Zah Zah!” You bite your lip, and shake your head at the interaction. “It’s been thirty seconds and I’m tired already.” You say walking back into the kitchen. You couldn’t help but smile listening to Shuri and Zahir continue to wrestle in the living room as you finished up cooking. 

  Zahir excitedly runs into the kitchen with Shuri trailing behind him, she’d taken off her shoes and made herself comfortable per usual. “Mommy! Mommy! Look at what Shuri made me.” You look down at the gauntlet on his wrist. As he aimed it at you and shot little foam balls. You stare at Shuri blankly as you get hit repeatedly. She looks at you, lips folded clearly holding back laughter judging by the furrow in her brow. 

“Wow! Another well thought out gift that won’t drive your mother crazy! Way to go Shuri!” You say with false excitement, narrowing your eyes at Shuri. She burst into laughter. “All in a days work!” She says with a salute. You smirk rolling your eyes, and turn back towards the stove. You feared your eyes would roll out of your head by the end of the night. Zahir ran out of the kitchen to continue launching balls from his gauntlet all over your clean home. Shortly after he leaves you feel arms wrap around your waist, as Shuri nuzzles her head into your neck. You lean back into the hug, laying your head onto hers.

“You’re not mad at me, are you?” She askes as she moves her hands up and down your sides, then lower to began caressing your lower back with her thumbs. 

“Ofcourse not. You’re not doing anything I didn’t expect. He loves it when you visit you know.” You say bringing your hand up to stroke the side of her face, as you close your eyes body melting into her touch.

“Yes, I know, I wish I could be here more often. He’s a blast.”

“Yea? It’s almost like he’s the only reason you come.” You say teasingly.

Shuri turned you to face her taking your hands in hers, gently placing them around her neck. She wrapped her arms around your waist pulling you flush against her as she placed her forehead against yours. 

“You know that’s the furthest thing from the truth. I’ve missed you, Ntomb'am (my girl), You look so appetizing.” You blush looking into her deep brown orbs. 

“I’ve missed you too. You look aight” You say, laughing at your own joke. Shuri gasped in exaggerated offense. “Aight!? Damn you’re cold. I’m truly, truly hurt. Really.” She says, staring into your eyes, both of you getting lost until you were interrupted by the chime of her kimoyo beads. You both unwrap yourselves from eachother and you turn fast trying to slow your heart rate, as she steps back to answer the call. 

“Hey! What’s going on?”

“Nothing I just missed you, called to see how everything went today.”

“It went great! You know I walked out with them in the palm of my hand.” You hear a little giggle from the other end of the call. 

“Ofcourse you did. You’re brilliant!” Shuri smiles, you internally roll your eyes. Turning around to plate your steaks. 

“Thank you! You’re so sweet to me. I’m getting ready to eat dinner now, and then I’m gonna lay down. It’s been a long day. I’ll call you first thing tomorrow though. Ok?”

“Ok babe! Talk to you tomorrow.” She hung up and you looked at her as you turned off the stove, eyebrow raised. 

“Riri?”

“Yea.” She says walking back over to you placing her arms back around your waist. 

“She sounds nice. You two together now?” You ask. 

“Why? Do you want me?” A glimmer in her eye and mischief on her face. Those words made your pussy quiver. 

“Shuri, don’t start.” You removed her arms from your waist. 

“I’ve already started sweet girl.” She stepped back licking her lips. 

“Dinners ready” You say trying to hide the effect she was having on your body.

She smiled and nodded. Eyeing you knowingly.

“Hm. Ok Y/n.”

  Your relationship with Shuri was….well… complicated. You see, Shuri and you were indeed only friends (much to Shuri’s dismay) because you were “straight”. Atleast, that’s what you’d told yourself all of your life. That is until you met Shuri. From the moment she’d entered your workstation in the lab of the outreach, she’d created thoughts in your mind you had never imagined experiencing before. Casually put, she confused the fuck out of you; and as time passed it only got worse. You’d insisted she keep her distance so that neither of you crossed any lines, figuring that would quell the desire. But, the longer the time apart, the more intense your want became. So, when you would see eachother, touches would linger, hugs got longer, turning into gentle caresses, and intimate forehead kisses; but never further than that. 

When she informed you of her budding romance with Riri Williams you’d thought you’d feel relieved, like you move on, but jealousy hid itself deep in the pits of your stomach; And that’s how you intended to keep it. You couldn’t have feelings for Shuri. You were straight and she was no experiment. She was human, and a damn good friend. You couldn’t loose her.

 Shuri called Zahir in to eat and then helped you set the table. You all sat down at the table to a dinner of steak, creamy potatoes, broccoli, and homemade rolls, like a happy little family. Moments like this made you fantasize about what it would really be like to be the Queens woman. Whenever she stepped into your home it felt as though everything was complete. Her and Zahs connection made your heart swell, watching them together gave you butterflies.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head over there? “ You were snapped out of your thoughts and met with Shuri’s curious gaze across the table from you. “Nothing really just zoned out a bit,” You lie. Zah giggled. “You said mommy’s head is pretty.” Shuri laughs with him. “It is a pretty cute head kid, you gotta admit. That’s where you get it from”

“You two are so childish” you say. “I am a child mommy.” You all laugh together.

 Once you all finish eating, you start clearing the table and preparing to wash dishes. “Alright Zah, it’s time to get your toys all put away so I can give you a bath.” “Aww, mommy I want to stay up and play with Shuri.” He says with his lip poked out. “No sir, you have school in the morning and Shuri will be leaving soon. All of your toys need to be up by the time I finish the dishes.” You told him sternly.

“I don’t wanna!” He screams at you, stomping his foot. Your brows furrowed as you walked up to Zah. “Little Boy-“ 

“Woah! Allllright little one.” Shuri said swooping in and picking him up, saving him from your wrath. “How about I stay? You go in the room and pick up your toys, let mommy give you a bath, and I’ll come in and hang out with you until you go to sleep. And in the morning I’ll be here to make my famous pancakes. How does that sound?” 

“Yes!” Zah shouts.

“Only if it’s ok with mommy, and you have to apologize to her and promise me you’ll never speak to her like that again. That wasn’t cool little guy.” Zah looked at her and nodded. “Ok I promise” Zah wiggled out of Shuri’s arms and walked over to you hugging your legs. “I’m sorry mommy. Can Shuri please stay?” They both look at you with puppy dog eyes and lips poked out. You look back and forth between them and let out a sigh.“Ok, Shuri can stay.” 

“Yes!” They both say, and give eachothers high fives. “Go before she changes her mind.”

Zah runs out of the kitchen at lightening speed. “Zah slow down!” You yell after him. Shuri looks at you with a grin like Cheshire Cat. “You two are gonna be the death of me. And how do you plan on explaining where you are to everyone? Where are the Dora?”

“Y/n, I am the Black Panther a security detail is hardly needed. I am also an adult. I can go and come as I please.” You look at her skeptically.

“Y/n it’s fine.” She said dismissively. “And I already came prepared to stay.” She said using her head to point towards the overnight bag on the floor in the living room. “Really Shuri.”

“Really, really. Now let me help you with the dishes.” You moved over and allowed her to help, knowing there was no point in saying ‘no’ to her. As you guys finish up the dishes, “Can’t get enough” by Tamia started to play over the speaker. “OOO I love this song! I learned the dance too. Come dance with me.”  She said as she turned up the speaker. 

“Oh now I gotta see this.”

“You doubting me?”

“Not at all Panther” You leaned back against the counter looking at her. Humor filled your eyes as you waited for her to dance. Shuri’s eyes lowered as she placed her bottom lip between her teeth with a smile, and began to dance. Just when you thought you couldn’t get anymore attracted to her, watching her smoothly get through the complicated line dance, made your stomach flutter. “Come on entle, don’t leave me hanging!” She says, stopping to sway her hips side to side and raise her arms up in front of her, making a come hither motion with both her hands. Your body floated over to her, grabbing her hands as you danced together laughing, having a blast until the song ended. 

“Ok, ok I see you, you smooth with it.”

“ I’m African, of course I am!” 

“Oooook conceited.”

“What’s wrong with that?” She says licking her lips. “If you know, you know right.” She walked up to you grabbing your hips. Pushing you back into the cabinets, looking you deep in your eyes, licking her lips. She was laying it on thick tonight and you weren’t sure how much longer it would be before you crumbled under the pressure. You pull away quickly. “I gotta get Zah ready for bed.” She stood smirking. “I’ll finish up in here.” She calls after you. It was gonna be a long night.

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You’d now gotten Zah all washed up and dressed for bed. Shuri sat beside his bed,after a game of hide n seek and reading him his millionth bedtime story. You were down stairs enjoying the quiet with a glass of wine and “Living Single”.

“Alright Zah Man, you gotta go to sleep little guy. You don’t want to be sleepy in the morning. You can’t be the smartest kid in the world if you don’t let your brain rest.” Shuri says. 

“Ok. But can I ask you a question?”

“One more and then its sleepy time. Promise?” She held out her pinky. Zah nodded. 

“Promise.” They locked pinky’s. 

“Now what’s up little one.”

“Shuri can you live with us? You make my mommy smile a lot and you’re the coolest! I wish you could be here forever.” Shuri looked at him a moment, gathering her thoughts trying to figure out what to say. She stood and walked over to lay back on the bed with him as they both looked at the ceiling. She sighed.

“ You know if I had it my way, you and your mommy would be in Wakanda with me. You are such a brilliant little boy. I’d be proud to have you in my lab teaching you all that I know. Maybe one day your mommy will let me take you. Hm? But, right now you have to be here in school, your mommy’s work is here, and I have to be in my Country. I’d love to be here more often, but I’m busy making sure the world is safe for you. I promise to see you and your mommy more often though. Ok?” Shuri looked over at Zah who was obviously fighting sleep now, his blinking slowing down. 

“ Ok.” He says in his sleepy little voice. “I love you Shuri.” Shuri picks him up and lays him on her chest, her eyes watering a bit. “I love you too, Zah.” She says rocking him to sleep.

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   Shuri lay a bit longer with Zah. The conversation they’d just had overtaking her thoughts. In all honesty, Shuri was taken with you. Had been the moment she’d laid eyes on you. She wanted nothing more than to come home to the both of you everyday. But, you were “straight”, so she respected your boundaries. It seemed that as time passed though, those boundaries became lax. Almost as though you felt the same. She’s tried to let this go, but it’d become so much more than a crush, and she couldn’t fathom that the feeling wasn’t mutual. Maybe she was setting herself up to be hurt, overthinking the signals. Either way, Shuri knew she was in love with you, and it felt like you loved her too. 

   She sighed, placing Zah gently on the bed and quietly making her way out of the room after placing a gentle kiss to his forehead. As she made her way to the living room, she stopped at the top of the stairs, looking down at you as you sat brows furrowed in concentration, as you tapped away at your laptop. She took note of how effortlessly beautiful you were. How just the sight of you made her heart pick up in pace. How being here with you and Zah made her feel at home. She quietly walked down the stairs, sneakily walking up behind you, she placed her hands on your shoulders. “You work too hard.” She says as she began to massage the tention out of your shoulders. You let out a low moan at the pleasure of her touch. 

“Says the Scientist Queen Panther.” You look up at her and smile. Shuri lets out a chuckle, as your eyes close and your head lulls forward giving her better access to your tense neck and shoulders. She bent down to whisper in your ear, “Don’t forget masseuse.” You let out a hum, as she kissed you right bellow your ear. She stopped massaging and walked around the couch to stand in front of you.

 “Is there a deadline?” She asked referring the work you were doing. “No. Just staying ahead of the game.” “Good, you’re done for the night. Relax with me.” She removed the laptop from your lap, and placed it on your coffee table. Plopping down on the couch and grabbing your legs to place them on her lap, you bit your lip as you watched her beautiful, tattooed hands go to work on your feet. “So what’s been up here? Have you started seeing anyone yet? “

“Why do none of my friends beat around the bush. Right into it huh?”

“No point. Answer the question.” 

“No. I mean, I’ve been on a few dates. They were just… Shit.” You shrug nonchalantly.

“Hm” Shuri turned to look into your eyes as she massaged you.“ I just had quite an intresting conversation with Zah.” 

“Hm? Really? What about?” Your eyes started to close again. Her hands were like magic. You couldn’t help but wonder how they were in other a-. “He says I should move in with you guys” Your eyes snapped open, and her eyes were still locked on you. “He says I make you happier. Do I?” She says, she scoots down slouching more in her seat resting her head back on the couch, not taking her eyes off of you. Quite frankly, Shuri no longer wanted to pretend so here it goes. “ I-I enjoy when you’re around? Yes.”

She snickers “You enjoy when I’m around huh?” She turns her head away from you staring straight ahead a moment before turning her body toward you fully. “Y/n. I gotta be honest. I want to move forward with Riri. I really like her. And she likes me. Like really likes me. She’s beautiful, intelligent, she makes me laugh, she’s easy to talk too, and she knows what she wants. Everything I could ever want or need in a woman. I deserve that.” You remove your feet out of Shuri’s hands and off of her lap placing them underneath you. “You’re right. You do deserve that. So what’s stopping you?” Shuri stares as though she’s looking through you.

“That.” She points at your eyes wiggling her finger back and forth between each eye.

“What?” You say, following her finger before swatting it away in irritation.

“The jealousy in your eyes when I mention her. The little eye roll in the kitchen earlier. I saw it.”

“Shuri-“

“Y/n, how do you feel about me? And before you answer, you should know that I see you. The way you look at me. How your body reacts to my touch. You haven’t been able to have a serious relationship since we met eachother. It’s been years. So what I need is for you to be honest with yourself.” You look at Shuri trying to figure out what route to take. You could continue on with your silent crush, or you could lay it all out on the table. You sigh and choose the latter. You stand and began to pace. 

“Shuri, you mean the world to me. I’ve never felt like this about anybody before let alone a woman. It’s scary. These feelings I have for you..i-it’s crazy how you make me feel. Just a look from you could bring me to my knees Shuri. The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you look at me and touch me, It’s all so overwhelming. I honestly don’t know what I feel  or why I’m feeling it, and feelings are involved. I don’t want to experiment with you to try and figure out whatever these feelings are and then I loose you completely. Fuck! I’m so confused.” You continued to pace avoiding eye contact with Shuri. Nervous tears streaming down your face. 

  Shuri gets up from the couch walking over to you, grabbing your face with both hands wiping at your tears, and pulling your body up against hers. Wrapping your arm around her waist with one hand, she grabs your chin and lifts it until your eyes meet hers with the other. 

“ You’ve never asked if I wanted to be used.” You looked up at her, your confusion apparent. “I don’t think you’re confused. I think you know exactly what you want and it scares the hell out of you. But, see we’re at an impasse here. I can’t move on because you and that little boy have my heart, and believe it or not, you can’t move forward because I have yours.” You try to look away and she turns your face right back to hers.

  “Let me take care of your body. Express to you how I feel physically, emotionally, spiritually. I can show you how it feels to be loved by a woman. And if you don’t want it after I’m done. I promise you’ll still have me as a friend.”

You look up at her, heart racing, terrified at what she was proposing. This could potentially complicate your friendship, or you could end up in a relationship with the intimidatingly beautiful Queen you called friend. Both were equally scary for you. But, with her standing infront of you offering up her body to the science of your chemistry, you couldn’t resist. You nod.

“Take care of me.” Shuri smiled and nodded. Slowly she leaned in capturing you lips in hers. Her hands began to massage you everywhere releasing your tension. You’re heart beat against your chest as you finally kissed the lips you’d dreamed about. You let out a shaky breath against her lips. This was so much better than a dream. You couldn’t have imagined the feeling of being in Shuri’s arms like this in your wildest dreams. The first brush of her lips against yours took your breath away. Now as you stood kissing her, your hands entangled in her curls, you felt your knees give way. Shuri felt it as well, Her strong arms tightening around you as she moved backward to the couch. 

She sat as you straddled her lap your lips never breaking contact. She placed her hands on your plump behind pressing you into her, signaling for you to move. You began to grind against her as her hands moved to your hips helping you as she rolled her body up into you. Shuri breaks the kiss, lust now pooling out of her eyes.

“ That right baby. Keep moving for me.” She slapped your ass. “Here’s how this is gonna go sphalaphala sam (my pretty one). I’m going to make love to you. Well. Very Well. I’m going to make your body feel things it’s never felt before. I’m going to fuck your mind, your heart, and this pretty little pussy all at once. This will feel spiritual. I’ll be gentle this time, but If at any point you want me to stop just say it, and I will. Do we have an understanding?” At this point your body was screaming for her. You were salivating and would do whatever she said. 

“Yes” You moaned, and Shuri smiled. 

“That’s my good girl. Keep going.” She leaned foreward and removed her shirt. 

“Look at you. So sexy in this tight ass set and those waist beads.” She eyes you with her hands still on your ass, still grinding into you as you rolled your hips onto her. “Nah you’re not confused mtuwam. You know exactly what you want huh beautiful?”  You opened your mouth but the words got stuck in your throat. You could only let out a soft “Ah”.  

“Awww, My sweet Y/n, you need me don’t you. Tell me what you need?” You were panting, rocking against her, pussy tingling from the friction. 

“I-I n-need you to t-touch me.” You couldn’t believe this was happening. You were here crossing a line with your friend that could change everything. But you were here now and there was no turning back. 

“ You sure that’s what you want?”

“Yes! Yes. Please Shuri” Looking into her eyes, you were now putty in her hands. She bit her lip, and raised her brow as though she was not convinced.

“Please baby. I n-need it so bad.” You whisper leaning in ghosting your lips over hers. You could feel heat seize your body as she smiled against your lips.

“Yea?” She whispered back. “I know baby.” She reached inbetween the two of you rubbing your pussy through your shorts. “She’s talking to me. Leaking through your shorts, so wet and warm. I can smell her. She’s calling out to her Panther.” She rubbed with a little more force as you continued to grind. “ You hear her..” She leaned up to your ear and whispered “Panther, Panther,” as she pressed into your pussy making it squelch.

“Fuck! Shuri please!”

“Shuri’s not here any more babygirl.”

“Ha uuuhn! Panther!”

“You learn fast sthandwa. Let’s take this to the bedroom hm?”

“Please”

  She picks you up carrying you to your master suit. Closing and locking the door behind you guys. Once you two exited this room nothing would be the same again. 

“Griot play my “Y/n” playlist” 

“Yes, Panther” 

You looked at her shocked as “Anywhere” by 112 began to play.

“You made a playlist?” 

“What can I say. I am always prepared” She grabs your hips and kisses you walking you over to the bed sitting you down. She breaks the kiss once again. Backing up,she begins removing her sports bra. “You see, the best part about being with a woman. Is the body.” She removed her sports bra. “The curves, so soft and supple.” Her voice so soft and  seductive drove you crazy, as you were now met with her pretty breast “Do you want to touch me Y/n?” You nod, mouth slightly ajar as you took in Shuri’s breast. 

“No, no sweet girl. Use your words”

“Yes, I want to touch you.” Shuri proceeded to walk up to you, still wearing her sweat pants, while her upper half was completely bare except for the gold chain that contrasted so beautifully against her mahogany skin. She grabs your hand placing it up against her soft yet toned stomach. She let out a sigh as you moved your hand upward. Up, up, up until you were cupping her breasts. Shuri bit her lip as you pinched her nipples. 

“Can I taste them?”

“You can do whatever you want babygirl.” You lift yourself up and catch her nipple in your mouth. Suckling like a new born cub. She throws her head back. “Mhm. That’s good my pretty girl.“ The taste of her skin in your mouth and the sound of the moans that came from her made your pussy pulse. You hum with her nipple still in your mouth. Shuri pulls on the band of her sweat pants. 

“Take these off for me Sthandwa, finish undressing me.” You happily oblige. Reaching forward pulling Shuri’s pants and underwear down at the same time. She giggles. “Eager hm?” She stepped out of her pants and laid back on the bed. “Strip for me, slowly, I’ve been waiting for this, and I want to savor every moment.” You got off of the bed slowly and began to seductively strip for Shuri, determined to put on a show for her; not knowing she had plans to put on a show of her own. She slowly opened her legs and began to play with her pussy, eyes never leaving you. “Watch me while I watch you” She moaned. You were placed in a trance. 

You let your shirt come up over your head, as she began rolling her body into her touch biting at her lips. Her soft moans driving your senses wild. The light layer of sweat building up on her begining to make her body glow in the moonlight. Her breast heaving up and down as she let out heavy breaths moaning your name. Her toned thighs spread wide for you, folds glistening, a stream of light hitting it perfectly putting her on display. She was all woman, and that excited you. Your shorts collect one last release of your want before being pulled down your thighs. 

“You knew what you were doing with those tight ass clothes and waist beads.” Shuri smirked. “Straight my ass. Look at you. Mouth and pussy drooling for me. There’s nothing like a woman huh? Ahhh!” Her head falls back in ecstasy as you stand there caressing your breast, and teasing your nipples; completely naked, physically, and emotionally. You were entranced in her pussy, your sight not leaving her drenched core. The sounds calling out to you. “Shit! I could cum just from how desperate you look right now. Is that you want intel? You want to watch me cum for you?”

You nod but quickly correct yourself “Yes. Yes Shuri I want to see you cum please.”

“No.” Your eyes glance up to meet hers. “Tell me pretty girl. Tell me to cum for you.” You look at her. You smirk feeling a bit bolder. You lick your lips. “Cum for me beautiful.” Your voice was low in octave filled with lust. Shuri’s eyes widened briefly at the sudden change, before you watched her stomach contract and her body began to shake, as her once methodical strokes became sporadic. “Oh B-bast! Y/n! I’m c-cumming for you! Uuuhhnn!”

  As you stood and watched her cum, you knew for sure you were hooked. You wanted to hear her scream your name like that all the time. The girly tones of her voice awakening  something inside of you. She was a woman.

“Come my love. Touch me, feel what you do to my body.” You walk over to the bed and hover over Shuri leaning down to kiss her lips, as you reached down and touched another woman for the first time. You moan into her mouth at the feel of her. Her slippery folds encasing your fingers. Meshing around them perfectly. “That’s all for you baby. Now let me show you what I can make your body do for me.” The look in her eyes was devious. As she sat up positioning your body to straddle her thigh. “Grind for me”You began to move your body against her. Shuri wanted to ignite all of your senses, so she grabbed your waist and brought you closer wrapping you in a hug, pressing her body up against yours completely. 

 The feeling of her bare breast pressed against you felt so erotic, as she held you close and placed kisses all over your chest. “Oh Shuri.” You moaned in a whisper. She handled you so gently moving her hands down to your plump ass massaging into it as she helped you get off on her thigh. It felt as though she was worshipping your body. She kept one hand wrapped around your body and the other she brought inbetween the two of you, finding your pussy she began to rub. “Ah fuck! Baby!”

“You like the way I take my time baby. No rush. I want you to feel good in places you never knew you could.” Before you knew it you were laying on your back as she kissed and sucked down your body, making her way toward your pussy. She held up your thighs caressing them as she prepared to dive into her meal.  She licked and sucked all around your pussy, before finally making contact with your clit. “Fuck Shuri!” 

“Mhmm” she moaned into you as she devoured you. 

“Oooo eat this pussy Panther!” She smacked the inside of your thigh. Then she wrapped her arms around both of your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed. Devouring your pussy. “S-Shuri ha hooo my g-god!” You were very sure you were seeing heaven, and then she placed a finger inside. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head “M-more. P-please Shuri more!” You reached down grabbing her by her curls grinding against her face. She placed another finger inside of you, and you felt like you were floating. “OMG! Uhn! I’m gonna cum Panther!” Shuri said something but you’ll never know what it was between euphoria and her mouth being filled with pussy. 

  You came hard in her mouth, she continued eating, getting you all cleaned up. And then she kept going. “I want some more pretty girl. Can you give me more.” 

“Uhn! I d-don oh Sh sh pleasassee!! “ your words were failing you.

“Yea you can give me more.” She palms your ass. Getting back up on the bed laying on her back. “Come sit on my face. Drown me in that shit baby. Use me.” She opened her mouth wide sticking out her tounge ready to be your seat. You carefully lower yourself onto her face, but she grabs your thighs holding you down as she ravished you. You started moving your hips faster getting close to another orgasam. “Oh baby I’m gonna cum again! Fuck me Panther! Drink me!” Once again the band snapped and you were cumming, but this time liquid sprayed from your pussy as you squirted on Shuri’s face. She took it like a pro drinking you up.

“Good fucking girl! You’re my good girl huh Y/n. You taste so good.” She said as you fall to the bed trying to control the shaking from the after shocks. “You’re doing so good for me. You’re going to give me one more. Can you do that for me? Want to watch me cum on top of you? ” You look up at her tears falling from your eyes. You didn’t know if you could, but you’d damn sure try if you could see Shuri cum for you again. “Mhmm” is the only sound you could get out. Shuri understood loud and clear. 

Shuri sat up, grabbing your legs pushing them all the way back, she straddles you in a squat.  “As bad as I want to strap you until you’re unconscious, I want their to be no misunderstanding that it is a woman is fucking you like this” She begans to move against you, feet planted firmly on the bed, the muscles in her legs flexing. “Mmmm!” You let out a long groan from the overstimulation. “Shshsh. Don’t worry baby I got you.”  She slowly whined her body against you in a circular motion. You looked down at her, chin still covered in your cum, body glistening in sweat. “ Ahhhh! fuck” she moaned throwing her head back. You followed a large bead of sweat  that moved down from her long sexy neck, to her chest, down the valley of her breast, slowing at her waist that whined expertly above the backs of your thighs. It was femininity in all it’s beautiful, ethereal, glory. You snapped. “Oh My God Shuri! You’re so fucking sexy!” You reach and grab her waist moving underneath her as best you can. 

She looked down at you like a goddess on her throne. “ You never felt like this before?”

“I c-can’t t-take it. You’re d-driving me crazy. Please! I want you! I need you Shuri. I want to be yours! Please Let me be yours!” You screamed, tears streaming down your face, as you were full out crying now. The whole experience was overwhelming. 

“Nobody’s ever known your body like this b-baby? Uuhn! Made you c-cum s-so much? Knew exactly how touch you huh?”

“N-no, n-no, nobody baby! Nobody m-makes me feel like you Shuri! I’m gonna cum again for you!” Shuri fell to her knees, causing her pussy to grind harder against yours as she picked up the pace. “Oh Fuck! Go ahead b-baby let it go, I’m right behind you!” As if your body ran on her command you opened up the flood gates cumming into Shuri’s pussy, as she followed behind. 

“OH GOD SHURI! I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU! I’m so in love with you.” You cried. She collapsed on top of you shaking and breathing hard from her intense orgasam. You both held onto eachother tight. You wrapped your legs around her waist as she nuzzled her face into your neck. You heard the sniffles before you felt tears dropping onto your neck. 

“I know sthandwa. I’m in love with you too”

This is killin me I can’t

I wanna see shuri use an old ass computer…

I wanna see her fall apart

Yall it’s ma manz (Tony starks) death date today….

They gon have to chain me up

Your Panther--Postcards From Wakanda (what i have so far)

Another stack of clothes fits snugly into your brand new suitcase, revealing two identical pairs of eyes staring up at you.

“Where are you going?” The mouth attached to one of the pairs of eyes asks.

“I’m going to Wakanda.” You say, closing the packing cube containing your toiletries.

Dual gasps sound from the floor at the foot of your bed as your twin siblings launch to their feet and climb onto the bed, voices overlapping as they shout question after question at you.

“YOU’RE GOING TO WAKANDA!?”

“Can we come?”

“How long does it take to get there?”

“How long are you staying?”

“The news said they have spaceships. Is it true?”

“Do you know the Black Panther?” How do they even know about that? I deleted that part of my report.

“Is the Black Panther coming to pick you up?”

“Do you know the princess?”

“Has she sent you any of her technology?”

“Can she send us some vibranium?”

You cut in, “No, I will not ask the Princess of Wakanda to send you vibranium.”

“So you do know the princess! Does she wear crowns?”

“Pretty dresses?”

“Have tea parties?”

“What sort of experiments does she do?”

“Has she ever been in a fight?”

“Is she coming to pick you up?”

“What about the bald ladies?”

“Yeah, are they coming too?”

“Why are they so scary?”

A sigh escapes you as you straighten your back, eyeing the hyperactive twins as they inch closer to you with each question. You suppose their reaction is kind of your fault; you hadn’t told them—or anyone in your family really—about your connection to the Kingdom of Wakanda and your brewing relationship with the Princess.

Shuri’s presence in your life over the past four months was a closely guarded secret, though the near daily phone calls and deliveries of oversized bouquets and huge boxes of chocolates and pastries to both your home and Melody’s office were increasingly hard to keep under wraps. Melody was your accomplice in the cover-up—agreeing to pass off the deliveries to the UN as either her husband “keeping the spark alive” in their marriage, or her side piece attempting to woo her into divorce (the side piece may or may not exist; Melody refuses to confirm or deny the rumor)—in exchange for first pick from each sweets delivery. The seven hour time difference was no deterrent to Shuri once she returned to Wakanda, frequently staying up to all hours of the night and early morning just to see your face and keep your attention for a little while longer. You had your fair share of late nights too, keeping Shuri company as she worked in her lab, or snuck you into the occasional hearing with the Elders. The calls between the two of you lasted for hours, talking about everything and nothing under the sun and sometimes just sitting in silence as you both worked on other things. Did you need three cups of coffee to get you through the day afterwards? Absolutely. But you’d do it again just to hear Shuri’s deep, sleep plagued voice whisper “Andikwazi kulinda ukukubamba ezingalweni zam kwakhona, sithandwa sam.” As she bids you sweet dreams for the evening. (I can't wait to hold you in my arms again, my love). 

The beeping of your kimoyo bracelet startles you, halting the questions your siblings were still rapid-firing your way. “What’s that noise? What are these?” Your brother asks, reaching towards the bracelet in question as it vibrates on your bed.

You quickly snatch it out of his grasp and answer the call, the face of the woman who’s stealing your heart appearing in the hologram, “Hi.” A blinding smile appears on your face immediately.

“Hi, sthandwa sam,” Shuri greets you with her own smile, “You look beautiful today.” 

You look down at your outfit: an “errand day” classic consisting of a holey, old, oversized graphic t-shirt with bike shorts underneath, fuzzy slippers and your hair wrapped in a scarf. “I look crazy right now, Shuri. My hair isn't even done.”

 Shuri smacks her teeth and rolls her eyes, “You look beautiful every time I see you, usana. I told you you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, especially with no makeup on.”

Now it’s your turn to smack your teeth and roll your eyes, “You’re just saying that because you’re trying to flirt.”

“No I’m not, Y/N,” Shuri’s gaze is intense as she locks eyes with you, preparing to say something else until something in the corner of the screen catches her eye, “Hello.”

You look to your left, noticing that your siblings have snuck across the room while Shuri had you distracted, and are now peeking over your shoulder.

Your brother’s “Hi.” comes in unison with your sister’s “Who are you?”

You roll your eyes at their antics, even as a fond smile spreads across your face “This is Shuri. Shuri, this is my twin brother and sister.”

Your sister’s jaw drops, “Wait, like Princess Shuri? THE PRINCESS OF WAKANDA?!”

Shuri’s chuckle floats to your ears under the sounds of the twins resuming their screaming before your brother sprints from your room to your mother in the living room shouting, “MOM, Y/N KNOWS THE PRINCESS OF WAKANDA! SHE’S ON THE PHONE WITH HER RIGHT NOW COME SEE, COME SEE!”

Your eyes roll again as your sister begins tugging your arm, trying to get a closer look at the Princess. Jesus, take me now, “I’m so sorry, Shuri. They’ve been fascinated ever since they saw on the news that you came here to visit.”

“It’s alright, Y/N. Maybe they can come visit one day.” Shuri is still smiling sweetly. Good, my crazy family hasn’t scared her off..yet

“We don’t have passports yet, Princess.” Your sister cuts in

“You don’t need one to come to Wakanda; we don’t use traditional airports or aircrafts.”

Your sister cocks her head to the side, “What do you use, then?”

Shuri smirks, proud of her creations, “You can see when I come to pick up your big sister in about an hour.”

The blood drains from your face, drowning out your sister losing her mind again, “You’re coming to—I thought you were picking me up on Monday? I still have to get my hair braided, I’m not dressed yet, my camera equipment isn’t even organized—”

“Sthandwa, my love. Look at me.” You lock eyes with Shuri and you immediately feel the anxiety leave your body. It’s truly remarkable how she’s able to calm you down with just a few words, even from thousands of miles away, “I couldn’t wait any longer, usana. I have to see you in person. Plus, I figured we could spend a few more days together before I had to return you.”

Your heart melts, but you don’t get a chance to reply as your little brother enters, bouncing across the threshold of your room with your mothers arm locked in his grasp, “LOOK LOOK THERE SHE IS! SEE? I WASN’T LYING! THE PRINCESS OF WAKANDA IS ON THE PHONE WITH Y/N!”

“SHE’S COMING HERE! IN AN HOUR! SHE’S COMING TO VISIT US!”

“Us?!” You and your mother, who—thankfully—is controlling the amused smile threatening to spread across her face, speak at the same time.

The question goes unanswered as the twins begin jumping together and screaming nonsensically. Your head drops into your hand as you groan. These kids are so damn embarrassing, “Oh my God, chill out! Yall are gonna scare her away before she even gets here!”

Shuri’s hologram laughs, “They could never, usana. They remind me of the children of the Border Tribe; they’re always excited to see me and brother when we come to visit.”

“We have so many questions for you, Princess.” Your sister approaches again, yanking your arm closer to her so she’s in the frame.

“Can you bring us some vibranium?” Your brother asks unceremoniously as he crashes into the frame, his form practically vibrating in excitement.

“No! For the second time she is not bringing you vibranium!” You exclaim. He immediately begins pleading his case but your attention has been caught by Shuri, who’s cackling on the other end of the hologram. “Shuri, this isn’t funny! Stop laughing.” You scold, in spite of the smile spreading across your own face; her joy brings you joy, and seeing her navigating your siblings so easily warms your heart.

“I think this is how my big brother felt when he had to babysit me before I had my lab.” Shuri’s still laughing as she speaks. “How about this sthandwa? Give them your kimoyo beads, I’ll occupy them while you finish packing. I’m almost there.” 

Your brother reacts quicker than you, sliding the bracelet off your wrist and bolting from the room with his twin sister hot on his heels.

“So,” Your mother starts as she finally fully enters the room, moving to sit on the edge of your bed, “You and Princess Shuri, huh? How’d that happen?”

You thank God that the melanin in your skin hides the redness that comes over your face, but the smile gives you away regardless, “I guess I caught her eye when the Royal Family came to the UN a while back. She popped up at Melody’s office after the hearing and we’ve been talking ever since. She’s supposed to be courting me.”

“Is she? Courting you?”

You nod, “All those flowers in my living room are from her. She sends two bouquets here and one to Melody’s office every week. Plus chocolates and other stuff sometimes.”

Your mother hums, “Well, it’s clear she has no shortage of funds to spend on you, but how does she make you feel mentally?”

It takes you a moment to answer, tears suddenly springing to your eyes as you think of the way Shuri makes you feel, “She’s overwhelming in the best way possible. She’s funny, she’s patient, she’s kind. I’ve never felt so safe around someone so soon. She’s genuinely interested in everything I have to say, she listens to my rants about school and the internship, she gives me incredible advice, she can calm me down with just a few words from halfway across the globe. She feels like home already.”

“Do you love her?” Your mother has a small smile on her face, like she already knows your answer. She’s happy that her oldest baby finally found someone who treats her like the princess she is, but Shuri will still have to get her final approval.

You freeze. Do you love Shuri already? You’ve only known her for four months, and you’ve only been in her physical presence for two weeks. The majority of your relationship has been long distance, where it’s all too easy to curate a perfect persona and hide the unsavory parts. But Shuri is one of the most genuine people you’ve ever met. She’s never lied to you about anything, except the time she’d lured you out of your apartment on a Sunday afternoon to surprise you with two dozen five-foot stem roses, a bought-out restaurant, a specially curated menu, a saxophonist playing your favorite song, and a flyover of Manhattan in a stealth-cloaked Talon Fighter. The two of you then walked around Manhattan hand-in-hand until the sun poked her head over the horizon, at which point you found a diner and cuddled in a booth in the corner, laughing deliriously at nothing while sneaking kisses as you hid behind the menus so Shuri wouldn't get noticed. 

“I definitely like her a lot, but I think I’ll know if I love her when I come back from this trip.” Is what you settle on.

The quiet moment is broken when your siblings appear in the doorway holding your kimoyo bracelet, sans the hologram of Shuri, “She hung up, she said she’s on the roof?”

Your heart drops, “She can’t see me like this. I haven’t even changed yet! I need to shower. My toes aren’t done!”

Your mother waves her hand at you, silencing your anxious rant, “Girl, calm down. Nightgowns and big t-shirts are how you get them hooked. How do you think I ended up with six kids? If this Shuri is as into you as she seems, this look is going to send her into a tizzy.” She winks at you as she stands, taking your siblings and leaving the room as you stare after her.

The four of you make your way to the roof of your apartment building, where you’re greeted with nothing but your view of the skyscrapers of Manhattan. The twins spin in circles before turning their accusatory glares to you, “There’s nothing here! She tricked us!”

“Maybe she’s on the wrong roof?” Your mother offers, though she tosses you a worried glance out of the corner of her eye.

You send her a smile before returning your gaze to the sky. Don’t worry, she’s coming.

The Talon Fighter appears suddenly, hovering in the air for a moment before landing gracefully before the four of you as the ramp deploys, revealing the passengers inside.

“Whoa! Where’d that come from?” Your sister asks.

“It’s Shuri!” Your brother exclaims

Okoye and one other Dora Milaje member disembark first—”She brought the bald ladies!” Your brother screams, earning a disapproving glare from Okoye—looking around the area before giving the all clear, and the last person begins their descent. 

This is it; the moment you’ve been counting down to since you saw Shuri off onto this same Talon Fighter four months ago. The moment where you get to see her with your own eyes instead of through a hologram. The moment where you finally get to kiss her lips in reality instead of just dreaming about it.

The person finally reaches the bottom of the ramp and steps forward, revealing the smiling face of—

“Prince T’Challa?!” 

“He doesn’t look like a Shuri.” Your brother comments, and the smirk on the Crown Princes’ face breaks out in a full blown grin.

“Hello Miss Y/N. Good to see you.”

“I–Shuri said she was on her way. Could she not make it?” For the second time, you find yourself fighting back tears. Yes, you’re happy to see T’Challa—the two of you grew very close over the two weeks they were visiting the UN when Shuri wasn’t going out of her way to occupy all of your time and attention, and you occasionally spoke to him when he appeared in the background of Shuri’s video calls—but the only person you wanted to see was your Shuri, so you could wrap yourself in her arms to make up for the four months where you had to imagine her arms around you to fall asleep. The sharp edges of your nails dig into your palms in an effort to distract yourself from the growing lump in your throat. I don’t even want to go anymore. If Shuri isn’t here to take me, I’m staying home. You know you’re being irrational; you’ll be in Wakanda—in Shuri’s arms—by the end of today regardless of who comes to pick you up. But her not being here to hold your hand as you cross the border is making you want to unpack your bags and hole up in your room for the entire summer. 

T’Challa’s smile falters a bit, his eyes darting around your surroundings before settling on something off to your right, “Um...” He begins, twisting the ring on his finger.

“Prince T’Challa.” You step towards the Prince and his wide eyes lock with yours. He’s hiding something.

T’Challa opens his mouth, but suddenly two arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you back into a firm body. You freeze, a surprised gasp leaving you as you feel their lips grazing your ear, “Molo nkosazana yam. Ingaba ubundikhumbula?” (Hello my princess, Did you miss me?)

“Shuri!” Your heart soars as you spin around to face the person you’ve been dreaming of for nearly half a year, “You’re here.” You don’t give her a chance to respond, cupping her cheeks and pulling her face down to yours.

Shuri’s kiss is electric, sending sparks through your body with every movement of her soft lips against yours. She tastes just as you remember; subtly earthy, accented by the mint of her favorite gum. The sounds of the world—including your siblings gagging and complaining about cooties—melt away as every nerve and sense in your body becomes attuned to the woman in your arms. Shuri cups the back of your head, beginning to work her tongue into your mouth when the distant noise of someone clearing their throat brings you back to the present moment. Shuri, however, sneaks several more kisses as she takes her time pulling away from you. “I guess you did miss me.” She smirks

“Of course I did, you idiot.” You smack her arm, “Why’d you try to make it seem like you didn’t come?”

Shuri at least has the wherewithal to look sheepish as she shrugs, “I don’t know, I wanted to surprise you, I guess.”

“By making your brother lie for you? You know he’s a terrible liar.” You suddenly remember the Royal in question is very much within your earshot, “No offense, Prince T’Challa.”

“None taken, Miss Y/N.” T’Challa smiles warmly.

“At least she didn’t freeze like you do.” Okoye chimes in, sending Shuri into a fit of giggles as T’Challa cuts a glare at Okoye’s quietly snickering figure. 

“That was months ago, Okoye. Why bring up the past?” The Prince whines.

“You froze when she came back from her outreach trip last week.” Shuri fires back. 

T’Challa sighs, “Please, Shuri. Collect Miss Y/N before I regale everyone with the story of how you gushed over her for several hours during our trip to the UN.” He turns to Okoye, tapping his finger against his chin in fake contemplation, “Or should I tell them about the dreams Shuri has about her.”

Okoye’s eyebrows raise, “Ooh, I haven’t heard about the dreams. Please do tell us. I’m sure they were very interesting.”

“That’s not necessary, brother. Sthandwa, why don’t you introduce us to your family?” Shuri wraps her arm around your waist and guides you toward your mother and siblings.

You pull away, fixing Shuri with a glare that has the young genius shrinking back, despite her towering over you, “Oh, you’re not getting off that easy. I want to hear about these dreams you’ve been having.”

Shuri takes your hand, grazing her lips along your knuckles, “I promise I’ll tell you later, usana.”

“While we’re on the plane.” 

“While we’re on the plane.” Shuri nods.

“Stop spreading cooties, Y/N. We wanna meet the Princess.” Your little sister cuts in

“And ask her about vibranium.” Your brother adds, prompting you to roll your eyes.

You sigh, “Shuri, this is my mom, and my younger siblings.” You watch proudly as Shuri shakes hands with a few of the most important people in your life.

"So, Princess," Your mother starts as she gives Shuri an appraising once-over, "What are your plans with my eldest daughter?"

While you want the ground to swallow you whole from embarrassment, Shuri doesn't flinch. In fact, she smiles almost like she was anticipating the question, "Please, call me Shuri. And as far as my plans; for this trip, I plan on introducing her to Wakanda's culture, our food, lifestyle and technology. And as for the future," Shuri's eyes lock with yours as her grip on your waist tightens, "I plan on marrying your daughter, if she'll have me."

Your siblings start screaming—something about being prince & princess by marriage—but their noise sounds miles away, overcome by the sound of blood rushing to your head. She wants to marry me?! Already? And why am I excited about being Shuri's wife? 

The feeling of the hem of your shirt being pulled pulls you back to the present, and you look down to see your brother "Y/N, if you marry Shuri, then we get vibranium. You have to marry her!"

"Why are you so obsessed with vibranium?" Your sister asks

"Because it's so cool! Vibranium can do anything!" 

"What would you do if you had access to vibranium?" Shuri chimes in

"I'd make water guns for me & my friends. I'd make a giant fire breathing dinosaur! I’d make a spaceship that turns into a robot—”

“It sounds like vibranium might be safer with this young man than it would be in the hands of some of the adults we work with.” T’Challa muses as he approaches you before reaching out a hand to introduce himself to your mother and siblings. “I will keep the youngsters entertained while you finish packing, Miss Y/N.” 

“Come, sthandwa. Let’s get you packed so we can go.” Shuri begins guiding you back towards the entrance of the building

You follow willingly, but you glance back just in time to see T’Challa activate his Black Panther suit as your siblings run at him full speed.

Once inside your apartment, Shuri plops down in your bedside chair, letting out a massive sigh as she relaxes, watching you move about the room “I’ve missed this chair. I might have to steal this from you, usana.”

“You will do no such thing, Shuri.” You laugh, pulling your camera bag out of your closet.

Shuri leans forward in the chair, reaching out in an attempt to grab your thigh as you pass in front of her, “How many bags do you intend to take?” 

You sidestep Shuri’s hands, “Just three; my camera bag, my suitcase and an empty bag for souveni—” Shuri successfully captures your legs in her grasp, pulling you into the space between her legs, “Shuri, you’re distracting me. What happened to letting me pack?”

“I’m prepared to stay here for a few days.” Shuri’s deep voice ignites a fire in your core as she leans back in the seat, pulling you to straddle her before gripping the swell of your ass in her hands, “I just wanted to get you alone, usana. Couldn’t kiss you the way I wanted to with everyone around.”

You find yourself becoming putty in Shuri’s grasp as her hands roam your body, barely restraining a moan as her hands slip under your shirt to caress the mounds of your breasts in her icy palms. 

“Have I ever told you that you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen?” Shuri’s lips graze yours as she speaks, desperation laced within her tone as she rolls your hardening buds between her fingers, “You’re so beautiful. Your skin is so soft.” One of her hands grips your neck in a gentle but firm grip, tilting your head back to expose your neck to her wandering lips, “I can’t wait to get you to Wakanda, so I can have you in the way that I want. I’m going to take you in every way I can, everywhere I can. You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you.” 

“Shuri.” You moan, cupping your hand over hers and encouraging her to caress you harder, your half packed luggage long forgotten.

“Andikwazi kulinda ukungcamla wena ntombi yam entle.” Shuri mumbles in your ear before sinking her teeth into the flesh of your neck and immediately begins working on a mark, a groan rising from the depths of her chest. (I can't wait to taste you my pretty girl)

Your mind goes completely blank as Shuri assaults your senses in the best way possible. She seems to know every soft, sensitive spot on your body and exactly which buttons to push and when to bring you maximum pleasure. Her hands trace your body, meeting at your waist and pulling you flush against her as she continues her ministrations on your neck, spurred on by your soft moans and the way your blunt nails scratch against her undercut. You move her lips to seal across yours as Shuri grips your ass, sliding her thigh between yours and guiding you to rock against the taut muscle, easing her tongue into your mouth to swallow the moans as they escape you.

“This doesn’t look like packing.” The two of you jolt apart at the interruption, Shuri lifts you up, pushing you behind her planting herself in front of you before she sees the intruder.

“Okoye, wenza ntoni? Ukusothusa ngolo hlobo.” Shuri exclaims, turning back to you and planting a kiss on your temple, “Uyaphila, ngelosi?” At your confused gaze, she translates, “Are you alright?” (Okoye, what are you doing? Startling us like that.)

You nod, albeit shakily, you always did startle easily. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Shuri eyes you for a moment, searching for any lingering reservations before turning to face the General, who's fighting—and failing—to keep a smile off her face, “I thought you were guarding my brother? He needs more help than I do.”

“Ayo has the Prince and the twins under control.” Okoye starts as she invites herself fully into your room, glancing around at the decor, “I came down to see what was taking you two so long but I see you were sidetracked.” Another smirk begins to spread on her face, she’ll definitely be mentioning this to T’Challa later. Despite the teasing, Okoye is genuinely happy to see that someone has caught the Princess’ eye. There’s been a lingering sadness behind Shuri’s eyes since the death of King T’Chaka and Killmonger attempting to steal the throne, but Okoye saw that light return when she walked into that office after the UN meeting. While the General isn’t overly fond of your nationality—she would much rather see the Princess paired with someone from Wakanda, who’s already familiar with the culture, technology and traditions of their country—it’s a small concession to make when Shuri is the happiest the General had seen her in months. Plus, and Okoye would never admit this out loud, she’s growing quite fond of you; you’re one of the few non-Wakandans to have access to the Royal Family and knowledge of Wakanda’s full technological prowess, yet you treat them no differently than anyone else: respectful, warm and welcoming. You’re also one of the only people who aren’t intimidated by the presence of her and the other Dora Milaje. If all Americans were like you, she might like this country more. 

“I just wanted to spend a little bit of time alone with her before we left to go back home. We have a pretty packed schedule once we land so we might not have any time for each other outside of sleeping.” Shuri explains.

Okoye looks up from where she was flipping through the photo album on your dresser, her eyebrows raised in disbelief, “Oh, yes, sleeping.” She continues, despite your ungraceful squawk and shuri’s gasped ‘okoye’, “Just make sure you soundproof your room before you sleep.” She’s shooting the two of you a wink and disappearing from the room, “Oh, and Ms. Y/N, I’d pack a little faster if I were you,” The General calls from your living room, “I believe the Prince was losing the battle with the twins.”

Before you or Shuri can respond, the door to your apartment flies open, slamming against the wall as T’Challa—with your sister tucked under one arm and your brother held overhead—parades into your apartment, your mom and Ayo trailing silently behind them. The Prince is spinning in circles, dancing around your small New York apartment and singing what you can only assume is a Wakandan traditional song as your younger siblings scream with laughter in the Black Panther’s secure hold. The other ladies gather next to you and Shuri in the doorway to your bedroom as you take in the spectacle before you. Your mother is recording and  dancing along, mumbling random noises in an attempt to keep up with the melody that the Prince is singing. She’ll definitely be sending that shaky, low quality video to the family group chat later. Ayo and Okoye have carefully blank looks on their faces—Ayo is fighting to minimize a small grin, Okoye simply looks unimpressed. Shuri is also recording, no doubt filing the footage away as blackmail fuel against her brother. 

The circus carries on for a few more moments, until your brother worms his way out of The Panther’s hold and attempts to trap him in a headlock which sends the three of them sailing backwards, crashing into your end table and rocking over the items on top, including a picture of you and your grandfather. You close your eyes as the frame slides off the table, the muffled sound of glass shattering makes you cringe as you say a silent prayer, please let the picture be okay.

The room is silent as the trio freeze, T’Challa using his Panther reflexes to shoot a hand out and stabilize a vase of white roses that’s rocking dangerously close to the edge before retracting his Panther mask. His eyes are wide, and trained on you in an effort to gauge exactly how upset you are and how much damage control he was about to have to do. 

It’s your sister that springs into action first, carefully lifting the frame off of the ground and turning it over, carefully inspecting the photograph inside. She carefully sidesteps the glass as she brings it to you, “The picture is okay, the glass just broke.” She says quietly, holding it up to you. 

A grateful sigh leaves your body as you immediately tuck the picture close to your chest. It was one of the last photos you’d taken with your grandfather before his untimely death just after your high school graduation. This photo and the red hibiscus charm on your necklace are two of your most prized possessions and memories of him. 

“Miss Y/N,” T’Challa, panther suit now completely gone, approaches you carefully, “Please accept my most sincere apologies. It wasn’t my intent to damage any of your property, especially not such a valued photo of your family member. I should’ve used better judgment and kept the children outside.”

You muster a smile despite the tears pricking your eyes, “It’s fine.” You hope nobody hears the crack in your voice, but the way Shuri appears in your peripheral and T’Challa’s frown deepens tells you that you were unsuccessful. “Like she said,  it was only the glass that broke. The picture and the frame are fine.” You shoot him another smile before taking a step back towards your room, “I have to finish packing.” 

You retreat into the safety of your room hoping to have a moment alone, but Shuri isn’t having it. She thankfully keeps her distance, but watches you carefully as you go through the breathing exercises that your therapist taught you. You turn to face her after a few moments, when your heart finally stops racing, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to freak out over something so small.”

“Don’t apologize, sthandwa. That picture is clearly very important to you,” Shuri reaches her hand out for the frame in your hands, “May I?” Once you hand it over,  Shuri studies it carefully, “Tell me about him?”

You suck in a breath, you haven’t spoken about your grandfather in years, since his funeral. “That’s my grandad; my mom’s dad. He practically raised me since my parents were always working weird hours and we often spent summers at his house. He got me into gardening practically as soon as I could walk, and then he got me into photography when I was in middle school. He taught me how to grill, how to change a tire, how to fish and how to win every card game, every time.” The lump in your throat makes you pause, tears welling up in your eyes as the force of how much you missed him hits you full force. You wish he was here to meet Shuri and T’Challa, he’d probably worm his way onto the Talon Fighter with you. “He had a sense of humor that could make even Okoye laugh. He was one of my favorite people.”

“What happened to him?” 

You swallow a few times; this was the hard part, “He died about a month after we took that picture; heart attack.”

“Oh, sthandwa.” Shuri coos, gently sitting the picture on your dresser and pulling you into her as the dam of tears breaks. You try to control the volume of your cries, very aware of the people just outside your thin bedroom door. The princess gives you all the time you need, rubbing her hands up and down your back as you cling to her.

“I’m so sorry,” You sniffle as you pull away, your cries now turning into hiccups, “This is supposed to be a happy day but I’ve cried four times already.”

Shuri frowns, “Why have you been crying, usana?”

 “I don’t know, I cried when your brother got off the Talon Fighter because I thought you hadn’t come to get me. I guess I’m just stressed out or something.” 

Shuri cups your face in her hands, thumbs coming up to wipe the lingering tears on your cheeks, “Let me take some of that stress from you then.” She doesn’t give you a chance to respond as she guides you to the chair near the windows, “Sit.” Her simple command leaves no room for argument as you silently follow her orders, taking a seat and watching her move about your room. The princess starts by approaching your suitcase, studying the items you’ve already packed before launching into action; moving between your closet and the bag on your bed, adding and removing items as she sees fit, essentially repacking your suitcase before she decides she’s satisfied. “I’ll have items ready for you when we land, so you only need  something to wear on the Talon Fighter, and maybe a change of clothes if alterations are needed.” 

You shoot up from the chair, “Shuri, I have more than enough clothes, I don’t need—”

“You’ll just have to make room for more, usana. Now get changed so we can head out.”

“I still need to get my hair done, I don’t want to have to deal with my hair every day.”

“I already booked you an appointment with my stylist back home, and I can schedule you in for anything else you’d need. Now come, I picked this out for you.” Shuri hands you a stack of clothes before ushering you out the door of your room and to the bathroom across the hall, where you quickly change and head back to your bedroom.

“Do you have everything you need, sthandwa?” 

You double check your camera bag to make sure you have everything to get you through the next two months; cameras, chargers, extra batteries, SD cards, adapters, lenses. All present. “Yeah, I think I’m good.” 

Shuri smiles, wordlessly grabbing your bags and heading towards the living room, where Okoye and Ayo take them to load onto the Talon Fighter.

Your brother meets you in the doorway of your room as you exit, “I’m sorry about the picture Y/N, I know that’s your favorite picture of grandpa. I know better than to play in the house.”

You lean down to press a kiss to his hairline before pulling him into a hug, “It’s okay. Just don’t destroy my house while I’m gone.”

He beams a huge, toothless smile up at you. “I won’t. Have fun y/n. Love you!” He bounces away as your sister approaches, wrapping her arms around your waist and squeezing as she looks up at you, “Can you bring back some flowers from Wakanda?”

A giggle escapes you, “I’ll see what I can do.” Your baby sister has been obsessed with flowers since she was an infant, when your grandfather would take her on tours of his extensive garden. He would sit with her amongst the blooms for hours, telling her about all the different colors and varieties—just like he did when you were that small.

“I’ll make sure Miss Y/N brings home some flowers just for you.” T’Challa cuts in, leaning down to the young girl's level just in time for her to throw her arms around his neck, a muffled “thank you” reaching your ears moments later. 

“I promise to keep your flowers alive.” Your sister says, spinning on her heels and running over to her favorite watering can and starting her favorite activity: watering your flowers. She designated herself as the “Official Flower Keeper-Aliver” when she came over one day and saw the first round of deliveries from Shuri. It’s very ritualistic, the order in which she waters the blooms littering your home. She refuses to explain why she waters certain ones first and you’ve long since left her alone; the flowers stay alive way longer than any bouquets you received before (you’re beginning to think Shuri managed to lace the flowers with vibranium to extend their lifespan, but you can’t prove that)

Your mother approaches next, but her eyes are fixed on the Princess, “You better take care of my baby. This is my oldest girl, and it won’t just be me coming after you if she comes back with a broken heart.” 

T’Challa wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side, “I will personally see to it that Miss Y/N comes back happier than she left, regardless of what my sister has planned.”

Shuri’s jaw drops, “Brother. Y/N is coming to see me,” She grabs your hand, gently yanking you out of her brother’s hold and into her arms, “Not you. You have Nakia.”

"Yes but in the event Miss Y/N gets tired of watching you in your lab all day, she's more than welcome to come hang out with me."

"Why? To watch you in meetings all day? My lab is way more fun." Shuri leans back to flash you a smile, "You'll see, sthandwa. You can help me with my work." 

"If memory serves, Miss Y/N is more of a politician than a scientist. She might find your tinkering a bit—"

"Tinkering?!" Shuri moves both of you to step closer to her brother, "That's not what you were saying when I redesigned your suit that was only bulletproof when you had your helmet on!"

"A suit you designed to only be bulletproof when I had my helmet on, by the way!" T'Challa fires back.

The siblings descend into bickering with you caught in the middle, looking between them. You rest your head on Shuri's chest as you lock eyes with your mom, who has a knowing smile on her face—this is your life now, and you love every piece of it.

Moments pass and the three of you finally make it onto the Talon Fighter where Ayo and Okoye were waiting, “Finally, I was beginning to think we would be stuck here for the rest of the day.” The General mumbles as she takes the pilot’s chair.

The four-hour flight passes quickly, simply because Shuri was hell bent on keeping your attention for the entire duration. The young genius kept you by her side as she checked over work from her staff, explaining the mockups and functions of each blueprint.

THIS IS KILLIN MEEE

😭Shuri playing in Reader’s clothes when she bored: