Poison

poison

Shuri x black!fem!reader

Summary: before the fight with namor, shuri comes to see you.

Content Warning: brief mentions of grief, fingering(reader giving), oral sex(reader giving), unrequited love

Word Count: 2.2k

Know you ride it right I might just die tonight But you know I'm still coming through baby (through baby) I know it's bad for me And you know it tastes so sweet I think I need your abuse baby

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Bathed in calming hues of pink, orange and red, the sky above the city glowed down at you while you lounged on a swinging chair on your balcony. You had your nose in a book, like you did every Friday night. After a week of nurturing the young minds of Wakanda, you deserved the break. Reading offered you an escape, something you found yourself needing now more than ever since Namor declared war on Wakanda. Having to explain to children why their beautiful country was in danger had taken its toll. 

A breeze passed by and you shivered, pulling up the fleece blanket tighter around yourself. You took another sip of tea to warm you up, without taking your eyes from the page. The story was just getting good when you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Someone was watching you. 

“Good read?” The black panther stood across from you, leaning precariously on the glass railing with her arms folded

“Good enough” you shrugged and tucked your bookmark between the pages then set it aside, 

“Shuri, I-” 

“We don’t have to talk about my mother” she pressed a button and the suit was gone, revealing her face to you. Her eyes were heavy with fatigue. 

Shuri came to you to unload the weight of Wakanda. When she was with you she wasn’t a Queen or the Black Panther or a genius. Being with you was a respite from a world that took so much from her. 

“Ofcourse, whatever you need”, you couldn’t deny her what she wanted when she wanted so little.

Shuri crossed the small balcony, took up your teacup and sipped. Your eyes followed the tattoo on her hand. 

“Lemongrass? Your tastes have matured” she teased you then plopped down on your lap with an exaggerated sigh

“Shuri, get off!” you giggled, wriggling helplessly under her. The chair rocked under the weight of you both. She had the strength of the heart shaped herb so there was no budging her.

“What is that sound? Is that a mosquito?” 

She pretended she couldn’t hear you, so you took your middle finger and jammed it in her ear, just hard enough to make her yelp and jump off you

You were too busy cackling to retaliate when Shuri grabbed your arm, pulled you up and flush against her lean body. Before you realised what was happening Shuri held the upper half of your body dangling over the balcony railing.

Your ears pounded as blood rushed to your head

“Shuri ,I’ll scream if you don’t take me up right now!” 

Terrified at the thought of someone finding out her location, Shuri quickly pulled you upright.

She had the audacity to snicker at you while you patted down your shirt and situated your braids to look less dishevelled.

“Now if you’re done being childish, let’s go inside. It’s getting cold and I have dinner in the oven”

Shuri grabbed her stomach and widened her eyes, “You know what I think I’m full”

You slid open the door that led from the balcony into the living room and shoved Shuri inside. You both knew she loved your cooking, she just wanted to be a pain the ass

“Ow”

…

This little dance between you two was practised, you knew it well. Shuri wouldn’t rush. She liked the build up, liked to spend time with you and unfold you slowly, then take what she needed. 

So you took your sweet time moving around the kitchen, while you waited for the salmon to fully cook. You stirred the pasta on the stovetop, the rich creamy texture made a rather suggestive sound

“That sounds familiar” Shuri spoke up from where she was exploring your newest buy. A vintage record player you bought with the money Shuri sent you monthly

“Perv” you rolled your eyes playfully

It had taken you months to accept her money, and even longer to start spending it. It felt wrong at first. You and Shuri were not girlfriends. You were friends who slept together. How could you just take her money like that? Eventually Shuri convinced you that you deserved it and you believed her

You turned off the stove, satisfied with the pasta, then took the salmon from the oven. The delicious smell floated through the apartment and suddenly you remember just how hungry you really were. 

While you plated the food, Shuri came up behind you and wrapped her arms around you. She’d done it a million times before but you felt butterflies every time

“You take such good care of me, love” she pulled your braids to the side and nuzzled her nose on the side of your sensitive neck

You giggled, “It’s the least I could do,really” 

Shuri finally lets you go so you could both sit at the island and enjoy your meals in comfortable silence. When you were full, Shuri took both your dishes and washed them, like she did every other time she came over. 

“I’ll go get the shower going” your feet patter on the hardwood floor of your apartment, as you make your way to your bathroom. You flicked on the light, bathing the room in brilliant white. The bathroom was one of your favourite places in the luxurious apartment that Shuri funded. You could unwind and wash away the troubles of the day, something you looked forward to doing for Shuri. 

You took your time to pick out a lavender scented candle and lit it, resting it on the counter. Then you turned on the stream from the massive shower head so it had time to heat up while you picked out a body wash and body scrub that you knew Shuri would like.

As you started to undress from your button down shirt and pencil skirt you wore to work, Shuri joined you in the bathroom, her footstep almost undetectably light

But you had learnt her patterns well enough to sense when she entered the room, watching you

“You know it’s impolite to stare?” you tease her, turning around while you shimmied out of your panties, leaving yourself bare to her tired gaze

“My apologies,” Shuri took slow steps towards you, a mischievous lift to her lips, “may I please gaze upon your beauty?”

Shuri reached out, took your hand and kissed the back of it, your stomach swooped.

“Shut up and get undressed” you slipped from her grasp behind the glass walls of the shower, sighing happily when the hot water caressed your brown skin

You poured a generous amount of body wash onto your wash cloth and started to lather from your neck down to your toes. 

Shuri stepped into the shower and grabbed her washcloth she kept at your apartment. You took it from her hand and started washing her body. Carefully cleaning her beautiful skin while you watched you with rapt attention.

“Shuri…” you went down on your knees and washed her feet, “you’re so pretty”

She was speechless at your honest adoration. She pulled you back up to her and walked you both under the stream to rinse the suds off. With the water running down your face, Shuri cupped your jaw, titled your face towards her and molded her lips to yours. The warm water only served to make the kiss wetter. You opened your mouth eagerly when her tongue lapped lazily on your lips. When Shuri pulled back, panting, you took her bottom lip into your mouth and sucked it hungrily, locking your eyes with her. 

Your core ached, begging for more, but you had all night. She could wait. 

You released her lips to grab the body scrub from the nook in the shower wall

“You bought a new scrub?”

“Yeah it’s mango scented, smell it” you held up the jar to Shuri’s face

She obliged and took a sniff 

“Nice” 

You rolled your eyes at her remark and took the jar from her hand to exfoliate yourself and then her. She tried to push your hand away, insisting she could do it herself but you did it for her. 

Deep down you knew you would do anything for her, and that was a terrifying thought.

…

After doing your skincare routines in silence, you and Shuri blew out the candle then made your way to your bedroom, kissing and groping each other along the way . The unspoken words were thick between you both. Tonight they would remain unaddressed yet again. You knew what you were getting yourself into months ago. 

Shuri walked you backwards into your bed and lay you down on the silk sheets, the cool sensation errotic beneath your body

She sat back and took you in, face betraying her longing to lay with you. But tonight you would please her. It’s what she deserved

You sat up and crawled toward her, swaying your hips as you moved like a predator hunting their prey. You grabbed hold of her hips to keep her there, then latched onto her collarbone.

Shuri groaned under your affections.

You released her, licking down her chest. One of your nimble hands massaged her right breast, rolling and pinching the sensitive nipple between your fingers.

She hissed and sighed gloriously above you.

You took her other nipple into your warm mouth, swirling around the nipple, avoiding it for a while to get her on edge.

It wasn’t until she whined, high in her throat for you, “Baby, please”, that you took hold of her nipple between your lips, sucking and sending hot bursts of pleasure through her chest. You switched between her nipples, slowly wringing out cries from her lips, until they were puffy. Her knees buckled but your hand on her hip kept her steady. 

When you were satisfied that she was thoroughly worked up, you skated a hand between her thighs, not quite where she wanted you but close enough to feel how wet and hot she was for you. The muscles in her thighs quivered in anticipation. You drew one finger back and forth along her slit and she instantly started rocking up into your touch, needing more

You pressed the two digits further between her lips, gently caressing on either side of her little bundle of nerves. The sensation shot through her body and grabbed unto your wrist, thighs clamping shut 

“Fuck yes" she gasped

“I can’t make you feel good if you lock me out, Shuri” you slapped lightly twice on the side of their thigh and she relaxed her legs, giving you room. 

“Good girl”, she was always good for you

You didn’t miss how her most delicate part jumped on your fingers at your words. 

You removed your hand and held it up to her face, pulling down her bottom lip to expose her pretty white teeth

“Suck” you instructed her

Shuri cocked an eyebrow, “Ask nicely” her breath was ragged but her tone carried the signature fire you admired in her

“Suck, please” you humoured her, smiling 

She obediently took your fingers into her mouth, lathering them methodically with her saliva. When you pulled out your fingers, a trail followed to her lips, she licked it off. 

Fuck

You returned your now wet fingers to the apex of her legs, teasing her with one finger circling her tight quivering hole

“Just put it in already”

You didn’t ask her to say please. She didn’t need to be polite, her wish would always be your command. You plunged both fingers in at once, drawing a filthy desperate mewl from her throat. You grabbed one of her knees and bent her leg for her, placing her foot on the bed so her pussy was open to you. 

Impaled by your two middle digits, Shuri rode you, angling her hips to find that spot. You crooked your fingers to help her and soon enough  you were rubbing against the bumpy surface deep inside her that you knew so well. Shuri bounced faster and harder, her breasts jiggling with the effort. You were pulsing between your legs, mesmerised at the scene before you. 

The Black Panther, at your mercy.

You broke from your reverie and brought down your other hand rub punishingly at her clit, matching the pace with the rough, insistent pounding of your fingertips on her g-spot

Shuri bucked and jerked wildly as her climax washed over her in waves. She clamped down on your fingers, keeping you inside. She was barely through her release when you pulled your fingers out and repositioned yourself. You lay on your back with your head at the end of the bed and held your tongue out for her. 

“Come let me taste what’s mine, love” you told her

She got the hint.

Shuri climbed onto the bed on shaky knees, opening up her still fluttering cunt over your face

“You want me to ride your face, yeah?” Shuri asked, cheeky

You didn’t bother to respond, you simply stuck out your tongue again, making it wide and flat for Shuri to mount, to taint with her pleasure. You grabbed handfuls of her ass and pulled her down to sit where you wanted her

This is what she gave to you, her poison, and you gladly took it. 

…

Shuri spoke your name into the dark room

“Hmmm?” your eyes remained closed

“I have something to tell you…”

“...Me too, but you go first”

“I never told you who I saw in the ancestral plane…”

“Who?” you whispered

“Killmonger”

“Oh”

“What did you want to say?”

I love you, the words pounded against your throat, begging to come out

“Good luck tomorrow”

end