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"Go in, hand her the flowers, ask her to prom. Go in, hand her the flowers, ask her to prom."
This was the only thought process Peter Parker had had since he landed in Wakanda. He had come here on a semi diplomatic mission, his first mission as a matter of fact. One that Bruce drilled in his head over and over again to get right.
He had never done a mission before and he really wanted to get this right, it was really important to him at least, that he was eighteen now, and could show the others he wasn't just some tag-along kid. He had this, and he knew he had this. Except there was just one problem.
Shuri.
The thing was he had a crush on her, a massive, massive crush on her and prom was coming up pretty quickly, Peter's last prom. And the one thing he wanted more than anything for his last year was to have a dance with a girl, just one girl that he liked.
At first of course he asked MJ, but that was completely out of the question. She had a thing about social events, something about capitalists and classicism. It was at that moment that Peter started to wonder why he even liked her in the first place.
She was a good friend, a wonderful friend but the qualities that made her such a perfect friend made her a miserable choice for a girlfriend.
He didn't want to go to prom alone, and he definitely didn't want to miss it. It was his last chance to remember High School. His last high note, and the last thing he wanted was to spend it alone. Of course there was Ned, but he had his own to date and the last thing he wanted to do was be a third wheel and ruin his friend's chances.
And then there was Shuri, she was so, well, everything. She was smart and really funny, and they had been texting with one another for so long that it dawned upon Peter that he had never actually met her in person. They video chatted and talked on the phone for hours, usually talking tech and memes.
It didn't sound like it would be an interesting conversation for such a girl like her but Peter was surprised to learn she was actually quite serene when she wasn't around her family. Yes, she was still jittery and a bit goofy but Peter liked that, and it really made her something else.
They had been talking over the past two years ever since Tony had came to Wakanda for some diplomatic reason or another and when he came back he just handed Peter her phone number. He said he thought they would get along well.
At first he was a bit nervous to even call her. He wasn't exactly the smoothest person to ever exist and it took him six months to even get the guts to talk to Ned and twice as long to talk to MJ, and those were people he had met before.
But eventually he did and after a couple of conversations talking to her was like blinking, it was one of the easiest things he had ever done. She was really nice and different, and over the course of the past two years he had developed a giant festering crush on her.
She hadn't realized it though, at least Peter didn't think she did, but today was the day he was going to suck in his chest and do this.
He had already had someone help navigate him through the streets and views of Wakanda, giving mini tours throughout the way. His guide never once looked at him though and once she walked him all the way up to the hallway where Shuri's quarters were located, she stopped.
"The princess's chambers are located down this hall, go to your left and it's the first door on the right." The guide said as she stood firm and tall. Yet when she finally spotted the hydrangeas Peter was clutching in his hands, a small smile formed on her face before she turned to leave.
Peter swallowed, realizing that the only thing standing between him and the girl that made his boots shake was only a couple of feet away from him. He had never met her before and really really wanted to make a good first impression.
There was sweat on his forehead he didn't know was there and he immediately wiped it off once he realized, taking a deep breath and trying to steady himself.
"She's just a girl, she's just a girl. What is she gonna do, bite me?"
He walked down the hallway nervously, trying to calm himself the whole way there before he finally reached her door and with that, he straightened his back and took another deep breath.
"Come on Peter. Come on." He chastised himself, he shifted his flowers to his left hand and with one final pep talk, knocked on her door with his right.
"Who is it?" The voice behind the door asked and Peter immediately recognized it as Shuri's, and it immediately made Peter's knees lock up. He had heard her voice so many times over the phone but to hear it muffled through a door that he was standing right in front of? It made him think about turning around and bolting down the hallway.
"Hey yeah it's me!" Peter said back, his voice nearly cracking just to get one sentence out. For a second he wondered why he was yelling. She was right there of course she could hear him. Welp that was it, she definitely hated him.
"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmy-" Peter's thoughts were immediately interrupted by the sound of the door unlocking, the noise alone made him quickly check over himself and then it happened.
The door opened and immediately Peter chucked the flowers to the side of him and behind the door before he could even see her face. He instantly regretted it and was about to berate himself, but he was way too distracted by what was in front of him.
"You're here!" Shuri practically squealed, immediately throwing her hands around Peter in a hug. At first Peter froze and then remembered that she was actually hugging him, they had just met and her first reaction was to hug him. He hugged her back, wrapping his arms around her sides and he couldn't help the fat smile that appeared on his face.
When she released him she sat back on her heels and smiled. And it was at that moment Peter realized how pretty she actually was. Of course she was pretty, he knew that but he had never actually seen all the details of her face like this. He never saw the way her dimples lit up her cheeks and the little wrinkles that formed around her eyes when she smiled.
God she was beautiful.
"Hi so, um, I'm here." Peter said, stopping the voice crack he had before it even had a chance to form. He thought about how that was a really stupid way to start a conversation, but Shuri only giggled which made Peter's bones feel like jelly.
"I see," She said through her laugh, gesturing with her arm to come in. "Come, come I can show you what I've been working on. I'm sure Doctor Banner will be quite impressed to see our progress."
Peter walked in surprisingly without tripping and was mesmerized by her lab. He had seen it before a couple of times in their video calls. She would give him a little room tour, but the colors weren't as vivid as they were in person. The first time she told him that she had a lab he imagined it being some bleached white doctor's office made of marble and vibranium.
She saw him looking around the place and grinned. She slid her hand across one of the tables and looked at the colors painted across it. "It's great isn't it?"
"My mother said "Shuri I'm going to give you your own office now but don't play around with it, this is a real lab"." She said mimicking her mother's voice and laughed. "You can imagine how angry she was."
"It's amazing." Peter said, still looking around at all of the swirls and patterns on the wall. He did turn around eventually though and when he did he saw her gazing at him from behind her desk. She was sitting in her chair when she spoke.
"Really?" Shuri asked, there was a bit of playfulness in her voice but even Peter could hear the genuineness of it.
"Yeah of course," Peter said, feeling bits of awkwardness in him slowly chipping away, he walked over towards her desk and sat at the chair in front of her. "It's really cool Shuri."
She looked at him for a moment and Peter didn't know if it was because he couldn't see it, or if she was doing it at all but she had that kind of smile that people had when they blushed. She didn't say anything though and looked away for a second before rummaging through some files she had at her underneath her desk.
Peter didn't say anything about it and exhaled a breath he didn't even realize he was holding. He watched her for a moment, though he could only see the top of her forehead. He noticed how she was wearing two big buns at the top of her head with two little braids on either side of her head dangling about.
He remembered telling her how much he liked the buns once, and asked himself if she did that on purpose or not. He shook his head realizing that he was definitely over analyzing everything and sat back in his chair .
"Here it is!" She said a bit too loudly, she cringed in her own voice for a second and looked at Peter. "Sorry."
He was going to respond but she already started talking before he was able to form his lips. "These suits took awhile for me to blueprint, but I've done my best to make them as functional as possible."
At first Peter looked at the blueprints in front of him spread about the table, but then he found himself looking at the two little braids dangling above the papers, noticing how they had gold clasps at the end of them.
She was still talking and whatever it was Peter didn't hear it because by the time he had zoned back into the conversation she was putting the papers up and handing him the file.
"Oh um, thanks. Thank you." Peter said awkwardly, shifting in his seat a bit as he took the file from her.
"Your welcome Peter." She said back, and when he heard her say his name his heart almost jumped out of his chest. He sucked in a breath as discreetly as he could and for a moment he just sat there. Neither one of them saying anything.
Her gaze shifted to the floor and his instinctively shifted to the table, he swallowed as he thought to himself. Thinking about how this might be the last time he was able to see her, his last chance.
He swallowed something deep in his chest and spoke. "I wanted to ask you something Shuri, um,"
His heart was racing, and he was sweating. Was he sweating? If he was he couldn't feel it, but he definitely felt hot. Oh god she was looking at him, he had to say something. He had to say something before it got weird.
"H- How have you been? How have you been since everything happened?" Peter almost blurted out, but caught himself just enough to where it came out sounding like a normal sentence.
She looked at him for a second as if she was trying to figure out what he was saying. Her lip twisted it until it finally turned into a bit of a frown, realizing what he was talking about.
"Oh yeah," She said, her tone a bit down. "Everything's been fine I guess."
Peter immediately called himself stupid in his head, why on the face of this blue planet would he ask her about how she was holding up. Her brother had passed a only a few months ago and he had no idea why he asked her that.
"I'm sorry." Peter said apologetically, not because he had asked but for her loss. She looked up at him with a semi apologetic smile and sighed.
"It's okay," She said with that same smile. "We've all lost people."
There was a bit of a silence for a moment, and Peter couldn't help but think about Tony. He didn't have his father in his life and while Tony Stark definitely wasn't his father, he was the closest thing to a father figure he had. He looked up to him, and now he was gone.
That was why he was here in the first place, it used to be Tony's job to design the suit concepts for the team and now that he was gone Shuri had to pick up where he left off, she was the only one who could.
Peter's gaze shifted to the floor in thought and Shuri didn't say anything at all for a moment. She sighed eventually and rose from her chair, it got Peter out of his thoughts for a moment as he watched her and for a second he thought he blew whatever chances he had.
"Hey, um I wanted to show you something. If that's alright." Shuri said but the way she said it made it sound more like a question than a statement. Regardless though Peter shook his head and got up to follow her.
She was standing at a cabinet and and pulls back one of its drawers, going through a stack of boxes with various scribbles written on top of them. Peter loomed over as she looked, impressed with the staggering amount of projects she had in there.
Eventually though she pulled one box out labeled "De-Depressor" and laid it on a nearby countertop. She opened it and pulled out a slightly smaller black box. As Peter watched, he saw that when she opened that box there were three round purple orbs in them and he tilted his head at seeing them.
She smiled and stifled a little laugh at seeing his reaction. "I call them De-Depressors. It's like antidepressants but I'm trying to sway away the side effects of those."
Peter watched as she picked one up and inspected it. "I was working on these before brother died and-"
She cut herself off and brought the orb close to her chest, sucking in a breath before continuing, Peter could tell it was hard for her to talk about it and didn't question it. "Well I guess now's a good time to test it out right?"
She gave the orb she had close to her chest to Peter and took another one from the box for herself. He looked at the purple thing in his hand and saw that it was all glowy and a little bit shifty in the middle, like a lava lamp.
They were small, bigger than a Gobstopper but smaller than a squash ball. He rolled it in his fingers before looking back at Shuri who had a dim grin and shrugged her shoulders.
"I ever really got the chance to test them, so uh," She cut herself off again mid thought. "I mean do you mind, I guess?"
"Sure, yeah, okay!" Peter said way too quickly, and definitely too loudly. Shuri only gave a bit of a smile.
If taking a little bit of purple, shifty, liquid courage could help him get a bit of a backbone then there was no harm in trying it. After all, it was a de-depressant right? If it didn't do anything else maybe it could make him a bit more confident.
"Okay." Shuri said in a breath, it sounded like a mix of relief and happiness and there was no use in hiding the grin on her face.
"So you've gotta tilt your head back first," she said and as she spoke she tilted her head back, which Peter mimicked. "And then you've gotta put it under your tongue, it's going to kind of dissolve like pop rocks."
When she got through talking she put it under her tongue and then pushed her tongue down so that it was on top of it, after that she tilted her head back up and looked at Peter who was still looking at her.
She snorted and held her sides at his expression, careful not to launch the little ball out of her mouth. Peter nearly laughed at the sight but copied what she had done.
"Now what?" Peter said, it was slightly muffled since he was trying to keep his tongue down but still audible and the second he asked that question it started going off. It wasn't painful, it was just sudden and a little bit shocking.
The little ball had broken to a couple of little pieces once their saliva had dissolved it and started popping underneath their tongue simultaneously, it was actually a little pleasant and kind of tasted like grape Laffy Taffy.
The popping went on for a while, and when it did stop he looked over to Shuri for what to do next. They made eye contact and she swallowed the dissolved liquidy leftovers down, which Peter followed.
"Do you feel anything?" Shuri asked, looking over at Peter.
Peter scrunched his face up to try to see if he really felt any different, eventually though he just shrugged his shoulders. "No, you look a little taller though."
Though a bit disappointed, a little laugh left Shuri anyway. "Yeah well, not as tall as you."
She put the lid back on the box and placed it back into the bigger one. She then placed it in the cabinet drawer and closed it back up.
"I guess I'll dial up the dopamine next time." She said with a bit of a sigh, she smiled at Peter though and leaned against the cabinet.
It was at that moment that Peter felt something, he wasn't sure what he was feeling but it was definitely something. Now was his chance, he felt a bit of adrenaline now so it was either now or never.
He was just about to speak when he saw Shuri's face light up, she could tell by the look on Peter's face that something was happening to him and maybe her experiment wasn't a complete failure after all.
"Are you okay? Do you feel anything?" Shuri questioned, she was excited and Peter could tell but suddenly he felt all his confidence drop to the pit of his stomach and the migraine in his skull starting.
"Hey are you-" She was again cut off, but this time it was because she was just started feeling a shearing pain in her head. The closest resemblance would be like having a million wasp stings all at the same time.
She couldn't speak and nearly knocked everything off of her countertop trying to stabilize herself from falling. She couldn't hold herself up though and eventually she did just fall, collapsing on the ground.
She couldn't see Peter from behind the counter but she could hear him moaning and it definitely did not sound pleasant. The pain was crippling and for a moment she wondered if they were dying, and then all of a sudden it just stopped.
There was silence for a moment and Shuri had to blink the rest of the pain away, before catching her breath. "Hey, are you alright?"
Peter was still holding himself up on the other side of the countertop and finally felt like he could control his breathing again. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine are you okay?"
When he didn't get a response from her he almost panicked, and walked himself around the counter only to see her in the most frenzied state he'd ever seen.
She was there on the ground tearing her clothes off like a leopard caught in a net. Right when he was about to say something though he felt his own body temperature rise to a point where it was almost sweltering.
He didn't even think about it he just started tearing away his clothes as if they were holding him captive. He almost tripped taking off his pants, they were near itchy at that point and felt more like crawling ants than anyting.
He got down on his knees and crawled over to where she was and checked her face, neither one of them seemed fazed at all about the situation but Peter's sense of panic came back a little bit once he realized that the small veins in her eyes weren't red anymore, but purple.
That wasn't even the most concerning part though, that came when she looked at Peter dead in his eyes and sprawled her hands at either side of her, spreading her legs wider than he had ever seen a woman do in his entire life.
He didn't question it, he didn't even think about it because by the time he registered it he was already moving. He grabbed her by the back of her knees and pushed them to her shoulders, she made a breathy sound in response which made Peter's cock jump.
He didn't waste any time on anyting else. He placed his hands at either side of her shoulders, pinning her knees against her elbow.
She whispered something soft as he slid his cock into her. It didn't matter how she got this wet or how he got this hard in such little time, and he didn't care because holy fuck did she feel good.
His hips almost stuttered in response, she was slick, and tight. God, he couldn't even describe how good it felt to be inside her, and this was just his tip.
He pushed deeper, and she felt too good. Too warm, too tight. He had to move. He felt like if he didn't he would just die right there in that moment. A staggered groan left his body right as a shaky moan left hers at the feeling of him being seated fully inside her.
He started thrusting, a bit slowly at first but it felt too good to keep it at such a pace. She withered as he rocked into her, feeling every inch of his swelling cock pound into her walls. Her moans filled the room as he rocked into her, along with the rhythmic panting from Peter.
Her breasts shook with every thrust inside of her, Peter couldn't help but stare at her. She was beautiful, and the fact that he was inside of her, fucking her, here and now was so much.
It was that thought and that thought alone that pushed him over the edge, he felt his cock almost lock up and his breathing became far more erratic. He couldn't help but the closes eyes and feel his entire body tense up.
One more slam that's all it took, before he came, spilling himself inside of her. He pushed his hips deeper and grunted, filling her up with his cum. She made a soft moan in response, her breath shaky and tense.
Peter breathed out harshly and pulled himself out, his arms almost bucking when he heard the soft schalick sound of his cock sliding out of her.
He sat back on his heels and laid down, he had never been this exhausted doing anything ever in his life and he loved it. Good god. But that sense of relief and recognition did not last very long because he found himself pinned underneath Shuri, and he didn't even say anything.
He was still on his back when she pressed his knees to his body and spread them, leaving space for her. She immediately got in between his own legs and used her knees to balance herself, her feet at both sides of him.
The only reaction Peter gave was when she lowered herself fully on to him and placed her hands on Peter's chest to balance herself. He shuddered and moaned, only groaning when she rocked herself back into him.
She didn't even look at him, he felt his cock press against something deep in her. And in that instant her head was thrown back, looking up at the ceiling. Once again Peter got a good view of her tits. Perky and soft, shaking with every move, her nipples dark and hard with arousal.
He found his hands on her hips, gripping on to her waist and squeezing her ass between his fingers. Her breathing picked up pace and she placed her head back down, those two little braids brushing up against his chest with every move she made.
It was in a second. She squeezed her eyes shut and then shuttered. Jagged, irregular breathing left her lips and Peter could feel her walls clenching and spazzing around him, he could see her arms almost lock up although he was far too dazed to care.
And in an instant it was over, she made a weak attempt to dismount herself from him and laid slumped across the floor from Peter, her thighs were practically trembling and he could see where her clit was twitching.
Her hands were between her thighs squeezing at her slick puffy labia. Her breaths were still labored and her look at Peter was dazed.
His dick made a move against his thigh. He glanced at it for a second, Shuri's juices still wet and warm on his cock. He got up once he realized his legs were functionable and grabbed Shuri by her ankles. She made a soft squeal when she felt her upper body being lifted up and instinctively laid her arms at her sides to balance herself. Peter didn't seem to miss a beat because he spread her legs wide.
And oh god the sight.
She was absolutely drenched, her cunt was so soaked with her own juices he could see some slicked on her thighs. She was clean-shaven with nothing but a landing strip and in between those dark swollen lips was the pinkest pussy he had ever seen. She was like a freshly chocolate dipped strawberry, perfect and dripping.
He slid his cock into her and almost bucked at the feeling, her orgasm still fresh and hot. A shuddered groan left her mouth and her thighs straightened out at the feeling. He pushed her legs behind her though still in the air and grabbed her hips.
He pounded into her without a second thought, panting with every thrust. Her moans were persistent, feeling her body rock and his cock fill her over and over again until suddenly she cried out, a low squeal at feeling a jolt of distinct pleasure.
Again and again, over and over, and he was doing it intentionally as he fucked her. Slowly, deeply, stimulating her g spot. Shuri tensed and was practically babbling now, incoherent as Peter continued. He fucked her hard and deep, as deep as he could go.
She was still buzzed from her last orgasm and it hadn't exactly calmed down. It was almost too much, her attempts to say something were jumbled with squeals and endless moans. She could feel her body tightening up on itself again and a heat rise in her chest.
Her thighs shook and she was helpless over the orgasm that began rocking over her body, her eyes got glossy and she was practically spilling nonsense from her lips. It was the last straw for Peter, feeling her walls clinch and suck around him was enough to make him spill into her again.
They groaned together now, and she could feel Peter's cum fill her in places she didn't even know she had. It was hot and thick, and he was in her so deeply she could feel his balls twitch against her ass with every pump.
He grunted and with that, messily pulled out of her. It was a wet popping sound as he did so but he could barely registered it and almost fell backwards. He lowered her by her knees so she wouldn't fall and then he laid-back, completely spent.
He rolled his head over to see her and the only thing he could see from her though was her gleaming wet cunt. Her thighs were slick still with clear wet juices but her pussy was glazed white, a sight almost too good to see.
Nobody moved for a while, nothing but harsh and loud breathing was heard in the room from the both of them. She began to move after a while though a bit jagged and tired. "Oh Bast."
He could see her looking between her soaking pussy lips, a clear white between them and a bit on the between her legs where she sat. Peter began to move a bit after her only really having enough energy to sit up.
"I'm...I'm- I'm sorry." Peter responded, and even though she didn't even sound angry he felt the need to apologize.
"It's-" She started, pausing to catch her breath. "It's okay..."
She was the first one to try to get up although, she almost fell over the first time. The second time she tightened her grip around the counter top and got up, though she had to lean on it for some support.
"No, I'm sorry." Peter said his voice trembled a bit, all he wanted to do was ask a nice girl to prom and he blew it. He blew the simplest thing possible. There was no point in hiding it now, they were both already past the point of no return.
"I just..." Peter's swallowed. His voice was a bit dry from all of the constant breathing, he went ahead and made his attempt to get up which he did without issue. "I just wanted to ask you to prom. I know it's stupid but I really liked you and I just wanted to have a nice night and I'm sorry."
He didn't even look at her when he spoke, choosing to instead look at the countertop. He did however feel her hand touch his own, he tensed a little as he looked at her.
"Peter, you're an- an idiot," She said with a bit of a dry laugh in her voice. "Of course I'll go with you."
He had a look of disbelief on his face that was very quickly overtaken with the most gleeful expression he had ever had in his life. He felt twitchy and for once it wasn't due to exhaustion but the intense amount of joy that flew through him.
He didn't even think about it when he grabbed both of her cheeks in his hands and pulled her across for a kiss, there was a sound she made. It was muffled and soft but she didn't pull away, she just closed her eyes and enjoyed it just like Peter was.
He pulled away and grinned, that was all he wanted. He just kissed the girl of his dreams and that was all he wanted. "You're not mad at me? After we just ya know..."
"No, of course not." She said panting ever so slightly. "It was science, I took that risk when I took that experiment with you."
"Really?" He said back, asking more out of confirming it more than anything.
"Yeah," She said, a lot clearer now. "I'm glad."