ephemeral
In the vast Arcade Square, sitting confidently was the return of the king.
Namor inserts two or three tokens, comfortably settling into a small, pitiful stool, hands resting on the game buttons to select a character.
He hums along to the arcade’s blasting music and chants after the machine when it’s starting— “Marvel vs. Capcom~!”
Namor slams the red button. Fucking ready.
Skillfully and swiftly manipulating the controls, Namor lazily watches the ugly 2D graphic visuals, a sense of nostalgia quickly followed by “Ah, I feel fucking old~” kind of nostalgic. His character, Wolverine on the field, sweeping his opponent off its feet. Realized that player two, who was computer-automated, was no match for him. As always. The screen displays the ugly ass pixel words:
He won.
Inserting more tokens, he chooses a different character. One of his favourites, it’s fucking Ryu.
“Hadouken!” Fucking kamehameha that Magneto. Fucking “Shoryuken!” His other favourite, Storm. In the blink of an eye…
He won.
Namor inserts more and more tokens, this time let’s fucking go Chun-Li!
He won.
Namor inserts more tokens again, another favourite of his, Cammy. Damn, her green thong sleeveless leotard and stains on her thighs turn him on every time. And oh, Namor remembered his last fling had the same thick thighs too. “Hmmm~” He makes a kick, sending Cyclops in the air. Maybe he should text her a night out this week. Oh~ how he missed being suffocated and held in a chokehold by her strong thighs. Yeah, he should text her.
He won.
Namor inserts more tokens, but the machine glitches, eating his tokens as it malfunctions. “F-U-C-K.” He gets up with his roll of tickets and leaves, he’s getting fucking bored anyway.
Everything seems boring to him nowadays.
“Signs of old age,” Attuma and Namora simultaneously roasted him a few days ago. So he cuts off their electricity and water for the next three days. Got 'em slamming the next door, his door, and wailing on the first day, begging him. Suits them right.
He lets Namora in and leaves Attuma outside.
Attuma whines at the top of his lungs before Namor slams the door at his nose, “I’m your cousin!”
“Yeah, long-distance relative cousins turned roommates slash buddies turned neighbours slash your landlord. So F off, CUZ.”
“Why is she getting in and I’m not?!”
“Because you are not a woman, BYE.”
“But I’m your BROTHA, same as her!!!”
“Yeah, same like my not-so-long-distance relative cousins turned roommates slash buddies turned neighbours slash her landlord and my little sister~” Attuma would never forget how smug Namora looked and he would never forgive Namor for abandoning him—!!!!
So he whines at his doorstep for a full 15 minutes until Namor couldn't stand him anymore, opening the door to let the big pussy tumble into his house, grinning like he wasn't the one whining like a cat in heat just moments ago as Namora high fives with him.
Namor shakes his head and smiles. Everything seems boring to him nowadays except when he is with his family, just that he feels like he’s a single dad with two monstrous kids that's all. Chaac, when did he become a big brother to a single dad in 3 seconds? Attuma was only three years younger than him and Namora nine.
He walks to the counter and passes his roll of tickets to the staff, his name is Rommy or Commie or Corny, whatever. Scanning the shelf of prizes of what he could get, Namor had his eyes on his prize real quick.
Corny confiscates his roll of hard-earned tickets and beckons him to the shelf of destiny. “Ain’t no girl with you today, buddy?” They became friends long ago since Namor was a regular customer. “Nope, dodging Valentine’s Day at all costs. They’re gonna make me broke if I’m available today. By the way, the arcade broke again.” Namor scans the wall of plushies with interest, eventually picking his favourite animal, a snake.
Corny throws his snake plush in the face and shoos him away before he breaks the other machines. “Go break some beds, Horny, I don’t wanna see your face for the rest of the week. Do you know how expensive the maintenance is to fix them?!”
Namor picks it up, casually wiping off some dust and looks at the adorable snake plushie, he smiles and tucks it into his back pocket. Looks like he had company tonight. “Can’t blame me when they are old and rusty—”
Corny throws him a beer again and Namor catches it with ease, “Get out of my arcade and you probably met the love of your life today!”
“Aye, aye.” Namor waves him goodbye and leaves the arcade square. With his delicate index finger and thumb, he pulls and pierces an opening with the tab of the can like how he made women scream with his superb fingering skills. Drinking with a big gulp, he moves on to his next stop. The bar. As usual. It was a Wednesday night. They should have some live singing today.
With purpose and a new sense of meaning in life, he strides to the bar that is a few blocks away.
Each time, Namor believed he had finally found the love of his life.
He walks past some couples and bachelors, finishes his beer and tosses it into the trash can with a basketball finishing move, thinking what Corny said was impractical.
Yet, each outcome left him disappointed.
“Bullshit, Corny. Bullshit.”
Everyone claimed he loved too easily, but Namor attributed it to himself being too hard to love.
Namor passes by a man who sells flowers with a little girl. Most likely father and daughter. He hands the man 200 bucks, takes the entire basket of flowers from him and hands them back to the little girl, patting her head lightly, “Happy Valentine’s Day, little one. How about gifting this basket of flowers to your mom on behalf of your dad?” and walks away.
It doesn’t matter. Life begins as they come into the world alone, and it will end with them dying alone, in solitude, so it's perfectly fine.
Namor didn’t walk out far before the little girl shouted at him from behind, “She ran away with another man!!!!”
As for love, it's out of reach. Impulsive. Elusive. Impractical. Daydreams. Fantasies. Fairy tales.
Namor turns around, shouting back at the little girl with a wide smile, “How about you find a new girlfriend for Dad then!”
He was probably never destined to meet his true love in this lifetime.
The little girl looks back at her dad and shouts back in glee, as loud as thunder, “He’s gay!!!!”
Even if he were to meet “the one”, given his indifferent, apathetic, cold-blooded nature, it might not last long…
“Boyfriend then!”
…much like every relationship he had in the past— short-lived.
But as the top supermodel for a top-tier worldwide brand, Namor loves with elegance, he loves with ease, natural and unrestrained, he loves freely and he has never gone out of style.
In his favourite bar, Namor slams his arcade tokens onto the bartop, ordering a—
He saw someone. Someone that somehow makes fucking everything stop moving and cease to exist.
Namor’s breath stops. Heart stops. Throat tightens. Pants tightens. Eyes dilate. Voice dies. His soul left his body.
I’m in love.
Namor tells himself.
I’m in love.
Namor thinks he’s experiencing love at first sight. He thinks he fell in love. Again and again.
I’m in love.
Although he’s always the one to fall out of love first. Always. This will be the same.
“Yo, a drink!” Namor shouts at the top of his lungs, but it is merely drowned out by the loud chattering and commotion in the bar. But the love of his life heard him anyway—
“What drink!?” she shouts back.
“Anything!” he shouts back in glee.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS ANYTHING?!” she walks away to get his anything anyway.
Then, Namor watched the prettiest woman he ever met walking towards him with that sweetest fake smile on her pretty face, her delicate fingers gripping his drink.
That’s not a drink.
Chaac, he’s gonna make her grip his shoulders like her pussy depends on it.
That’s a champagne confetti.
“Here’s your anything.” She slams his drink in front of him and leans sideways at the bar top, crossing her arms, staring at him with absolute nonchalant and blatant provocation.
He always likes his woman fierce and beautiful.
Namor looks down at it and smirks hopelessly.
Plain water. The pretty woman got him plain water. Chaacccccccc— Namor looks back up at the pretty woman, flashing his best worst rizz ever to impress—
“Are you a whore?” he says.
Namor smirks until his cheeks hurt because the woman looks so offended by what he said and—
She is confused for exactly TWO seconds before her expression shifts to a judgemental and annoying scowl, and immediately shifts into an impressed and daring look.
Daring him to finish what he said. So Namor always obeys the ladies' wishes, finishing the pickup line he learned from watching Peaky Blinders.
“Cuz if you’re not, you’re in the wrong place.”
Because she’s the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.
So out of place in a place like this.
The woman rolls her eyes at him playfully and her moist lips finally make a comeback.
“With you here, I’m pretty sure this is exactly where I belong.”
Namor’s eyebrows cocks in surprise, eyes shining with adoration, she’s the one! And hmmmmmmm, how he wants to hear her moan with that honeyed voice of hers—
“It's on the house. So fuck off.” The woman taps on the bartop twice, knocking Namor out of his fantasies before walking away.
But as a man who never misses an opportunity, Namor reaches out, grabbing her wrist. Seeing her turn back with raised eyebrows and not bother to break free, he slides down to hold her slightly cold palm, taking his chance.
“I don't know your name,” Namor tilts his head because he doesn't see she had a name tag like the others, “But I’m sure it’s just beautiful as you are…”
The woman finally smiles again, but it isn’t entirely fake this time, mixing with some amusement and genuine joy, she beams, “Aren’t you a charmer?”
“So I’ve been told.” Namor beams back, thrilled to get to know her already and maybe think of their future wedding— Before he could proceed to his next step, a man barges into the bar, yelling at the top of his lungs and interrupting his moment, damn it.
“Shuri! I know you still love me! Two years! We’ve been together for two fucking years! There’s no way you didn’t love me for just a second!! I don’t believe it!! You were lying!! We can try again, please! Let’s start over—”
Before Namor knows it, the woman breaks free from his grasp, yelling back, “I told you I don’t love you anymore! I don’t want to waste your time either, so go fuck someone else and have the family that you always wanted so bad! I will not stay home and be the wife you want me to be!”
Namor sips on his anything, watching the drama unfold as everyone did. And OH , her name is Shuri.
A name just as beautiful as she is indeed.
“I will not force anything on you ever again, Shuri! PLEASE! Give me a chance! I love you, I really love you, Shuri, you have no idea how much I—!!” The man continues to struggle as the security guards block his way to coming near Shuri, but when he manages to struggle free and come face to face with her, trying to grab her away, Shuri precisely slaps him across the face, waking him up from his delusion of them getting back together again.
“Oof.” Namor grimaces, but he wasn't the only one in the entire bar. The man had gone completely still, looking at her in shock.
“How long will you deceive yourself? The truth is, you never loved me, you’ve only ever loved yourself from the beginning to the end.” Calmly, Shuri tells the man.
Ooh~ he likey~ A straightforward and honest woman, let alone breathtakingly gorgeous with those eyes, nose, cheeks, and that undercut mohawk, phew~~~
But when she looks at the man with such sadness in her brown eyes… An inexplicable emotion surges within Namor, uncertain whether it is sympathy for the man or pity for her.
Shuri swears this will be the last time her ex-boyfriend will ever see her, “—And when I realized I had never loved you, I felt relief instead. I'm sorry—” She doesn’t want to hurt him anymore, nor lie to herself, “Every word I told you was my most sincere blessing for you, I hope you find happiness in the future.” She waves to the security to escort him out, finally disappearing from her sight as his voice dies down and the chattering of the bar recovers.
Shuri sighs in relief, finally being able to disappear from each other’s life was the best solution. She regretted that she didn't end things sooner like in the past relationship she had, probably because he was the kindest and most loving man she ever met. It's just that she didn't love him the way a woman should love her man, that's all.
Finally freed, Shuri happily loosens her shoulders, liberated once more, hurray!!!! However, when she stepped in to help her bestie at the bar for one night, she found herself face to face with a man who had all his eyes on her.
But considering how handsome he was, and the fact that she was single again, why not have a little fun with him?
Shuri turns to face the man, pouring herself some beer and passes him one, casually clinking glasses with him. “How’s it going? Entertaining?” She mocks herself with ease, obviously not caring about anything in the world. A carefree soul.
A light, easy smile blossoms on her face, incredibly beautiful. Making Namor’s heart flutter hopelessly, making him blurt out the boldest confession ever. “If it were me, I’d kneel and beg you for mercy, grovel to take me back, to reconcile, to let me love you- no, to make you fall in love with me again. Him? Not sincere enough.”
Shuri listens to his brazen words, staring at him, and then laughs. She laughs with such carefreeness that Namor swears he’ll make her laugh like this all the time, a sweet smile graces her lovely face, finally succumbing to the charm he wields.
Namor smiles, smitten.The sweetest are always the nastiest. Most of the time.
They lock eyes at each other in the passionate atmosphere. Their gaze… interested.
“Interested in a post-breakup fuck?” Namor got straight to the point, wasting no time to offer that he could show her a whole new world.
“I don't fuck with strangers.”
“I’m Namor.”
“I’m Shuri.”
They simultaneously introduce themselves while extending their hands, both going for a fist bump in unison and so, they briefly bump their fist together, sharing a wide smile spreading across their amazed faces. However, when Namor reaches out to hold her hand, Shuri realizes just how large his hands are…
“I caught that. Told you your name must be as beautiful as you are…”
Shuri chuckles, shaking her head with amusement at Namor’s charm. “On a side note, I broke up with him a long time ago. He’s just very persistent.” she shrugs it off, her hand getting warmer and warmer as the seconds pass by. Turns out, Namor not only has very large… but very warm hands too. His fingers interlock with hers, squeezing lightly.
“When does your shift end?” His thumb continuously caresses the back of her hand softly, drawing in a circular motion.
“Probably after Valentine’s Day ends, too bad if you are trying to… catch the festival?” Shuri shrugged again, today was the same day as any other ordinary day, she couldn't fathom why everyone had to give flowers and all that only on this occasion. On her way here, she saw heaps of so-called flowers and gifts thrown in the trash. Ha, Valentine's Day, and how many broken hearts are out there right now?
“Nah, obviously I’m not celebrating with anyone because I wouldn’t be here if I had a date, right? I can wait.” Namor shrugs, mimicking her with playfulness. One thing he didn't expect was that he was going to have a date, and if it was with this woman before him? Fucking all in.
“Every man says the same thing, promising they can pull out.” Shuri teases, raising her chin towards the crowd. There are far more gorgeous chicks out there, probably queuing up if he turns around and simply looks in their direction. “I’m pretty sure you have no difficulty finding someone to spend the night with.” Rather than with her.
“I already have.”
Namor’s firm tone and determined gaze exceed her expectations. Shuri shakes her head, chuckling. Well, after all, men, they’re all the same.
“Besides, “Condoms: Your Best Defense Against Regrets.” Safety first then pleasure, you don’t need to worry about that.” Namor recites the famous slogan of a condom company. He already had two kids at home, besides, call him traditional, he only desires his future wife to carry his child, not women that he had one-night stands and casual fuck buddies.
“Speaking from experience?” Shuri nods nonchalantly, a bit surprised but not really. Of course, men would do anything to avoid responsibility. Except most of them think with their cocks and put their pleasure before anything else.
“Not that I’m aware of. No one has come to me while holding a baby and teaching them to call me daddy, so I guess not?” Namor laughs, still, if there is, he would take responsibility as a father, he’ll probably be a good dad, just not a good husband maybe.
“Hmm.” Shuri thinks for a bit, calculating some pros and cons of hooking up with this beautiful man tonight, one night stand is just right up in her alley anyway. Still, she had some conditions. “No attachments, no commitments, just fuck.”
“Just fuck.” Namor agrees in a beat, grinning that they are on the same page. Just that maybe if he tries harder, maybe they’ll be casual fuck buddies from time to time, friends, or maybe more. But of course, he ain’t bringing it up now, not gonna let this opportunity slip from his fingers for now. So he holds Shuri tightly, not letting her slip away.
“Anything else? Some kinks or plays you wanna try? Do’s and don’t? I’m fine with anything.” Namor goes over his FAQ and Shuri thinks he’s overly considerate as a one-night stand, ending up unintentionally voicing out, “You must be quite irresistible for the ladies.”
“I’m a ladies’ man after all. And let me guess, you have a… praise or degradation kink, either one or both.” Namor knows one when he sees one.
“I guess you’ll find out later. And I like a little bit of flavour.” Shuri eyes him with mischief and challenge, simply imagining that smooth voice of his when they fuck is already bringing a wave of excitement over her spirit.
“I’ll sacrifice myself willingly if you ever want to try a spicy-flavoured condom.”
Shuri’s fingers wave in disagreement and she blurts out before she knows it, “Nope, I want a mango-flavoured—” Oh shit. Shuri curses when she sees the evil twinkle in his eyes, she lunges herself, aiming to cover his mouth with the slap of her palm but it is too late. Namor had opened his mouth, raised his voice and…
“Bartender, this pussy here needs a mango-flavoured cock!”
The bar goes silent. Totally. All eyes are on them. Some cheering. Some whistling. Some didn’t give a fuck. And back to normal.
All Shuri sees is Namor’s cheeky grin. He had grabbed her wrist, placing her palm to cup his face instead.
“You are welcome,” he says.
“Nobody bullies Shuri here so that’s 500 for you, Namor.” The bar owner, Connie, teases and reaches for her money. Namor holds out all his cash to her without protest, he had known Connie for years, and she would always chime in if she saw him flirting with women that are not single and had obvious red flags… or because he was the big red flag. “I’m saving you girls from his evil claws,” Connie would pat his pretty face and give a warning. She always gives him or them a heads-up and somehow prevents them from hooking up. However, when Connie tosses him the mango-flavoured condom, it’s a fucking green light.
“No! Connie, that’s ridiculous! It’s only—” To their surprise, Shuri is the one protesting instead.
“Watch out, Namor, Shuri could fucked you up—” Connie grins at him, and it makes Namor want Shuri more. Never his bff Connie had said someone like this before.
“I’ll be honoured.” Namor nods at her, raising his hands to show that Shuri definitely can if she wants.
“You—” Incredulous, Shuri tries to take back the pack of yellow coloured condoms, but the next thing Namor did makes her desire to fuck him even stronger.
With an arm wrapping around her back, Namor effortlessly lifts Shuri from the other side of the bartop, at the same time, standing up and wrapping his other arm around her waist to hoist her up entirely to the bartop.
Shuri finds herself kneeling on the bartop, towered by a stood-up Namor in full height, his arms wrapped around her waist and ass, holding her steadily while she grips on his shoulders in haste moments ago. And when Namor bends down slightly to her eye level, releasing her but still caging her with his two strong arms and ensuring she could not flee from his embrace, Shuri murmurs first.
“It’s too expensive, you idiot.” Breathless, Shuri exhaled softly, she knew he could feel the hotness of her breath because of how close his lips were dangerously hovering ghostly from hers.
The corner of Namor’s mouth curves up wickedly, he whispers to her, “Good things are not cheap and cheap things are mostly no good, remember that.”
Chuckling softly, Shuri finds herself amused by Namor again, he’s not wrong though but “Don’t tell anyone you went broke because you stupidly spent five hundred bucks on a pack of mango-flavoured condoms.”
Namor was sure he was smiling like a stupid idiot now because of her, “Is this why your boyfriend broke up with you?”
“He sure did.” Shuri straightens up, putting some distance between them before giving in to their desire first. She pulls at her tight short orange dress, not that she’s uncomfortable to show off herself, but she wouldn’t want to let Namor know… or let him have a glimpse of how wet she already is. How ache he made her.
“So what happened?” But he was observant as hell. Namor frees her completely but starts to take off his leather jacket, eyeing her slyly in the process.
“I fell out of love with him, that simple. He deserves better.” Shuri knows her attempt will not prevail when he covers her thighs with his jacket, patting her reassuringly.
Your secret’s safe with me.
“Welcome back to the glamorous single life.” But when Namor leans back into her personal space and grabs hold of her delicate hand, reaching downwards to feel his bulge, Shuri’s eyes widen with her cheeks burning, relaxing because clearly, she’s not the only one suffering.
Namor felt the force of her fingers tighten in gripping his shoulders, not sure whether is she pushing him away or gripping him closer, but he was certain it was the latter because Shuri had let go of him and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning into his embrace as she nibbles on his ears, feeling his excited shudder when she did it, she hums into Namor’s ears,
“He’s always too gentle with me. I hate it. ”
Her hums soon turned into little whimpers when Namor had to snake his hand under his jacket, reaching under her short dress and thumbing at her soaked white underwear, pressing it hard.
Shuri kneels further apart, spreading herself for him when she moans into the crook of his neck. Namor pushes aside her panties and delves his fingers into her wet core, attempting to soothe her aching want right here and no—
“Shuri! It’s time to take the stage! I’ll let you off earlier and you can fuck him all you want after you’re done!” Someone interrupted them as Shuri pulled away abruptly, all flush red and panting, gazing at Namor—
Shuri’s breath hitched.
…Gazing at Namor’s darkened eyes full of lust, it was no help at all.
This time, it was his turn to lean in, whispering into her ears breathlessly.
“I can wait, Shuri, but you better be quick too.”
Shuri pushes him away and gets off the bartop, not looking back until she and the others get on stage, starting the live singing session.
Until then, she looks for Namor… and he is still in the same spot, staring at her with his full attention.
The music starts and one by one everyone starts singing their part, but all Shuri heard was his voice, calling her name. The way Namor pronounces her name. The way his tone is. Overly affectionate and familiar. The way he calls her name turns her on completely.
It was terrifying. So Shuri starts singing.
“♫—But nothing's getting through, so let me spell it out! A-B-C-D-E, F-U (FUCK YOU)!♫”
Ah, Namor thinks he will never be more in love than now because of Shuri singing a post-breakup song.
“♫—FUCK YOU and your mom and your sister and your job!♫”
She sings directly at him from not far with all her eyes on him, singing “Fuck you” with all her heart and that wicked smile on her face when she knows what it does to him.
“♫And your craigslist couch and the way your voice sounds!♫”
Making him hard as fuck.
“♫Fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again! Everybody but your dog, YOU CAN ALL FUCK OFF!♫”
Namor wants to introduce Shuri to his family and friends ASAP because she is the one.
“♫Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah! A-B-C-D-E, F-U!♫”
Shuri and the others got down from the stage to sing along in the crowd with passion and high spirits. Namor gets off his chair and walks towards her in the already frenzied crowd, everyone jumping and dancing to the deafening music.
“♫Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah! A-B-C-D-E, F-U!♫”
Yeah, telling everyone to fuck off was the way of life after all. In fact, it was his motto indeed.
“♫EVERYBODY BUT YOUR DOG!♫”
Until Namor stands in front of Shuri, tucking a single red rose he stole along the way behind her ear as she vibrantly sings to him.
“♫YOU CAN ALL FUCK! OFF!♫”
Nobody could tell him to fuck off, not even her.
“Are you a whore?”
Shuri had to admit it. His fucking offensive rizz, rough fingers and thick cock is what she wants now.
“Cuz if you’re not, I’ll gladly be one for you, princess.”
The shameful wet slurps Namor is making as he sucks her making her wetter and tighter while she grabs a handful of dark strands and slams his face deeper into her pussy, grinding his pretty face with desperate need.
Namor leans back slightly, his face glistening with all her slick cum, “You are so tight, Shuri , such a perfect whore for me, princess. ” He hums at her core, sending waves of pleasure vibrations that make Shuri buck her hips and he continues to eat her out until she falls apart.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs hanging over his shoulders, Shuri lets out a strangled sob when she falls back into the soaking sheets that are full of their sweat, slick and cum. Her desire takes over her as she spreads her legs wider and wider, her hips moving spontaneously, but it isn’t enough, Namor’s tongue long unable to satisfy her fully—
Namor holds her thighs in place, spreading Shuri in full display as he feasts hungrily, his fingers stroking her sensitive flesh when her movements get more and more erratic. Shuri’s broken moans ring above him, gasping for breath, she finally begs.
“Namor, Namor, Namor, please, please, please—!!!”
Fuck, the sight of this breathtaking man between her legs and fucking her with his tongue is the most wonderful seven wonders of the world sight ever.
But it wasn’t enough. Shuri wants more. More. More. More. Harder than his muscles. Hotter than his tongue. Bigger than his fingers.
Shuri’s will win over and she yanks Namor up from her pussy, grabbing his hair roughly to crash their mouth in an open-mouth kiss, tongues everywhere as she tastes herself in his mouth, moaning loudly together.
Namor takes it as a sign to finally gives Shuri what she wants before he jerks himself off alone again from her defeaning moans and intoxicating sweet cunt, “Can I fuck you, Shuri?” He asks deliriously, as if fucking her was a dream too good to be true.
“Fuck me, Namor, fuck—!!!” Shuri writhes frantically when Namor presses her down with his palm on her cum-stained abdomen, breathing heavily he tears open the condom, his trembling hands and heaving chest to put on her mango-flavoured condom onto his hard length shows Shuri how much he wants her as much as she wants him.
Namor shifts her to the center of the bed as he crawls towards her, the tip of his cock teasing at her entrance. Shuri scratches her feet on the bed sheets desperately, her toes curling in need, hips moving constantly for any friction, her walls clenching around nothing forces her to cry out and begged to be fucked roughly as she squeezes their interlock hands above her head hard, begging—
“I want you, Namor, I want you fuck me so bad, IwantyouinsideofmeIwantyouIwantyou—!!!”
Namor swallows at the sight before him, his sanity shutting down, he’s getting mad before he truly even fucks Shuri and he doesn‘t know what he’ll become when he finally makes love to her.
It was terrifying. So Namor leans down, kissing Shuri tenderly on the lips to soothe her craving nerves that every inch of her yearns for every inch of him just like he craves for her, he doesn't want to hurt her—
But he will hurt her.
With difficulty, Namor grits out words one by one, “Tell me to stop if I hurt you, Shuri—” She most likely wouldn’t because of how thoroughly he had prepared her, but…
“Don’t stop!! Don’t fucking stop even if I beg you to stop!!” Shuri hooks her legs around his hips eagerly, pressing him downwards as Namor pushes in inch by inch into her, stretching her so good with his girth—
Namor throws his head back at how torturous good Shuri feels with just the tip of his cock burying inside her burning heat. One last time, he asks with his lips kissing hers so softly and gently,
“Can I make you mine, Shuri?”
humming from the core of his soul, Shuri is the one, is his own voice. He’ll make her his if it means burning the world.
Shuri stopped breathing for a moment, her world stopped, everything stopped, but before she could grasp the unfamiliar emotions surging up in her, the fleeting emotions were, ephemeral.
“Yes, Namor, make me yours, and I— ” make you mine.
Namor thrusts in with abandon in a single moment, all the way through, never turning back. Falling in love once and for all.
Shuri’s unbridled moans and pleasure whimpers repeatedly stimulate his nerves, driving Namor crazier in making love to her as his heart pounds wildly in his chest like he’ll die if he stops pounding into Shuri, his heart beats with hers from now on.
Words had left them and they let their bodies speak to each other, fucking each other with a fervent want. Namor’s strangled growls when Shuri’s long swollen walls wrap around his cock, hot and plump, giving him life as he thrusts rhythmically into her with her rising and falling moans. Bodies snapping together was the only way.
Shuri cries out in pleasure when Namor stuffs his cock into her swollen cunt and fills her fully to the brink, his deep and hard strokes are exactly what she imagined from his tensed waist, his hard cock pumping in and out of her with ease because of how wet she is. She digs her heels into his hips, choking loudly when Namor hits her sweet spot. Her fingers digging into his shoulders and scratching his back, her soft breast meets with his heaving chest, pressing themselves together as they fuck with their everything. Rubbing every inch of their skin they could, Namor slams his mouth to devour all Shuri’s moans, losing his rhythm as she grows tighter and tighter when her walls suffocate his cock—
A blinding white light crashes down on them as they cums together, and their orgasms burst in a way that they could only hold each other in their arms without breaking apart, without dying from reaching the top of the skyline and falling back down together.
Namor and Shuri let out broken moans until their throat hurt and their voices hoarse, breathing heavily from getting back down from the clouds, melting into each other’s entire being, and becoming one.
It was the best fuck they ever had in their life.
Shuri regrets that he’s wearing a condom because even with it, she could feel how hot Namor’s cum is burning her from the inside and if they fucked raw, she was sure he’d fill her up until she leaks and reek of him.
She holds him in her arms as Namor collapses on top of her, growling as he still pushes himself deeper and deeper, letting her feel him. Shuri let out soft whimpers, raking his damp hair, leaning up and placing a soft kiss on his sweaty forehead to reward him and…
“What the fuck…” she curses, “This is the best fuck I ever had—”
Soon, the voice of his chuckles reaches her ears, pure joy strikes her chest because Namor was chuckling so hard getting up, he leans up and kisses her full on the mouth, smiling into her lips. Shuri had to admit that this man is giving her butterflies again.
“This is the best fuck I ever had too, speaking from experience.” Namor places a sweet kiss on her forehead too, kissing away her sweat. In an instant, he flips them around so Shuri lays on top of him, more than willing to be a comfy pillow for the rest of the night.
“Although I still want to fuck you, but sleep, Shuri, you need it.” Namor coos at her and Shuri closes her eyes, letting the sleepiness and exhaustion seep in after an intense fuck, murmuring before she drifts into her dreams, “I only accept… being woken up… with your cock inside me… or anything… remember…”
Namor laughs below her, his vibrating chest and now steady heartbeat luring her to sleep, Shuri feels a kiss pressed to the top of her head, as his voice guides her to her sweet dreams.
“Anything you want, Shuri…” Namor closes his eyes and drifts away too, knowing he’ll be smiling in his sleep for the rest of the week thinking about her, “Sweet dreams, my princess.”
The warm ray of sun is all too familiar for Shuri when she feels it on her face. But waking up panting, being fingered, and a hard cock thrust lazily between her legs is totally new and she welcomes it with open arms.
“Good morning, sunshine…” His voice full of sleepiness couldn’t even hide how sexy it was. Shuri whimpers, curling in a ball because of how satisfied Namor makes her. He presses her backwards, and her back seamlessly fits into his chest like a puzzle piece finally finding its belonging.
“Good- mornin- ahh—” They both know how perfectly match their bodies are to each other and, “You know- how good- a fuck is— when—” Shuri gasps when Namor picks up the pace, his fingers working wonders on her soaking core, her inner thighs burn from his heat.
“When your body moves on its own—” Shuri’s world turns upside down the moment Namor lifts her up and carries her in his arms, walking to the bathroom and settling her in front of the sink. Her wobbly legs give out but he humps behind her with his cock supporting between her legs, hiking her up and up into waves of pleasure. She parts herself, supporting herself on the sink, letting Namor tower over her, fucking her from behind.
“And you’re helpless to stop it—!!” Shuri violently throws her head back with a deep moan, her body moving on its own, dominant by its desire, her desire.
Namor licks and bites her trembling shoulders, kneading her breast and sucking hard on her delicate neck, leaving marks all over her. He breathed heavily, not only was his body no longer his, but his soul was already hers. “I need you, Shuri, I need you IneedyouIneedyou—” Namor whimpers into her skin, desperate for her.
Shuri, with fucking strong determination turns around and faces him, slamming their mouths together in a hungry kiss. Namor moans into her mouth with abandon, sucking each other's tongue deliriously. Breaking apart with a silver lining, their lips red and swollen, all Shuri wants is to ease their aching want.
“I want you inside of me, Namor, I want—” Startled when Namor tries to leave her side, Shuri hangs her entire weight on him, whining and not letting him go, “Shhh, I’ll go get your mango, silly—”
“No! I want you inside of me now, Namor! Quick!” And all his resolve resolves. He lifts Shuri onto the countertop, sliding his hard cock in without a warning, filling her abruptly. Shuri gasps in surprise, not expecting Namor to have her way, she wraps all her limbs around him, sobbing in the crook of his neck at the pleasure he’s giving her.
“There you go, you little whore—” Namor licks at her ear, cooing seductively, causing Shuri’s tight walls to clench around his pulsing cock needily, choking with want. And so, they start fucking like it’s their last fuck again. The melody of her moans rings rhythmically with his strong thrusts, the sensation of his cock smoothening her walls without a condom was burning like hellfire. All Shuri could do is sobbing needily while Namor drapes over her and fucks her to oblivion, she stares at the mirrors in the bathroom that reflects their intertwined bodies from all angles. His once bareback was now fully covered in scratch marks by her, Shuri hums loudly in contentment at the sight and back to the man so focus on fucking her pussy, all she sees is herself in his eyes.
“You are driving me crazy, Shuri—” Namor grips her hips and slams into her, her pretty breast rises and falls rapidly, her mouth left hanging open without a sound when he makes her feel so fucking good, not even a moan can justify how fucking awesome their sex is.
“And you are ruining me— for any other man after you—!!” Her orgasm erupts in her like crashing waves, causing her to convulse and a suffocation of explosive pleasure wrecks her. Shuri cries out in pleasure, roughly dragging his hair when Namor thrusts so deep one last time, she feels she might break. “All I know is if I fuck any other woman, it would be all you in my mind, just you, Shuri, just you—!” Namor pulls out and cums all over her abdomen and thighs, gasping at her shoulders with his intense release.
Shuri moans at his hot cum splatters all over her, as hot as she imagined, they both collapse onto each other, dying and coming back to life together once more.
Namor moans into her neck, wrapping her in the cocoon of his embrace, feeling Shuri’s never-ending trembles as he trembles with her. “Shuri, my good girl— my sweet, good girl—” Shuri whimpers on his shoulders, slapping him hard to warn him to stop talking.
Namor leans back and kisses her softly, Shuri is amazed at his duality of fucking her like a freak and being a comfortable and soothing partner at the same time. “I’ll clean you up.”
“No-” Shuri shakes her head, she can clean herself every time. “Shhh, let me take care of you.” Namor’s tone leaves no discussion so she melts into his embrace safely. For the first time in her life, in the arms of a man with whom she spent the night for just sex, she feels an unprecedented sense of peace, calmness and contentment.
Being carried into the shower, Namor presses Shuri into the wall as the water rains from above, washing and scrubbing her from massaging her scalp to massaging her sore cunt, washing her for a long, long time until he voices in amusement. “Why are you still so wet after I’ve been—” Namor feels the hot slick in his palm and fingers, feeling incredible about this woman.
“Because you are rubbing me instead of washing me, genius…” Shuri hides in his neck, embarrassed
“Uh-oh, sorry, like you said, my body has its own mind, same goes to my hands…” Namor’s cheeky grin is met with her “shut your fucking mouth” type of kiss, guiding his tongue to dance with her. But Shuri pushes him away when she feels his hardness press against her churning stomach, being too honest, she whispers, “I don't think I’m able to walk for the rest of the day,” without feeling you inside me.
Namor cups her jaw softly, leaning their wet foreheads together, cooing, “I know you liked it rough, but I’ve been told my gentle side makes every woman want to have my babies—”
“Bullshi-” Shuri tilts up when Namor leans down to softly capture her lips, proving it to her for the rest of the morning.
It is so peaceful, calming and comfortable that not even Namor wants to wake up to acknowledge the non-stop ringing of his phone.
“♫Entrе las sombras, mi amor~ Tú eres el mayor destello~ Qué bello, qué bello~♫”
But when Shuri starts to mumble and stir in his arms, he finally gets up and accepts it, not wanting to wake her up.
“Hola?” He says hi, voice raspy and still sleepy. And here comes the roaring from the other side.
“WHERE ARE YOU?! I’VE BEEN CALLING YOU SINCE THE MORNING! GET YOUR ASS HERE TO THE VENUE! THE SHOW IS STARTING IN HALF AN HOUR! ATTUMA AND NAMORA ARE ALREADY HERE ALL PREPARED EXCEPT YOU NAMOR ALMEHEN! I WANT TO SEE YOUR FUCKING FACE IN FIFTEEN MINUTES FROM WHATEVER WOMEN PILE YOU’RE IN!”
Namor’s brain short circuits, and he recalls from the tiny corner of his brain. Oh, yes, he had a show later. Fuck.
“Hey, Auntie~” is all he had. He grumbles when his Auntie Jen, his Mama’s sister and Namora’s mother, roars at him again. Namor sighs and gets up, picking up their scattered clothes and suit up quickly while holding his phone with his shoulders, answering, “Yes, Auntie, I’m coming, yep, getting my ass there, almost there—”
And Shuri couldn't hold back a snort any longer, bursting into laughter under the covers. Only then did Namor turn around and realize he had woken her up. Gazing at Shuri hides in the sheets, her bathrobe loosely draping over her curves, her beautiful dark skin glowing under the afternoon’s sun, looking as if she—
Namor secures his belt, walking back to kneel by the bedside, enclosing her with no escape as Shuri squeals in merry, whispering on her lips dreamily, “Why do you look even more beautiful than last night and this morning? Hmm?” Then he kisses her again and again, smiling like an idiot. Amid their passionate exchange, his phone drops to the ground. Namor lifts her up and leans on the headboard, kissing her deeply. Shuri’s arms wrap around his sturdy shoulders, the sun kissing his brown skin beautifully, both laughing unabashedly.
“Hurry, or you’re gonna get your ass whooped by your Auntie!” Shuri teases, letting him lay her back down on the sheets, tucking her in and making sure she’s warm.
“My Auntie’s been whooping my ass since I was born, I’m not intimidated by her anymore.”
“NAMOR!!!!! TEN MINUTES!!” His Auntie Jen yells from the other side, clearly hearing them talk.
Namor ends the call, and sighs in bliss when Shuri gives him one last peck on the lips, “Except when she yells like this, gotta go, sweetheart, sleep all you want, the room’s all yours.”
“Okay~” Shuri yawns and lies back down, watching him put his clothes back on his lean yet robust physique, when Namor turns his back to her again, Shuri’s eyes widen in shock but decides to not say anything. She buries her face into the pillow, inhaling his scent that will surely haunt her for the rest of the day.
Namor ruffles his hair, checking on Shuri one last time as he leans down to kiss her temple softly, “See you around, princess.” Shuri waves without looking up, she is so tired and sore, murmuring a cute little, “Bye~” He leaves with the soft thud of the door and Shuri drifts to sleep again. Lingering in his warmth long after he’s gone.
In the dimness of her drowsy state, Shuri once again sees Namor appear before her, thinking it was a dream.
“...Did you leave something behind?” she asks in her half-conscious state. Then, a cooling moist sensation slides between her legs, caressing her folds, causing her to grab the sheets with a start.
Shuri finds herself already lifted by Namor, sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide before him. She realizes she is wearing a soft white sleeping dress, the fabric is too thin to hide the fact that her nipples perk up with what he’s doing to her. Her soft body rises a wave of tingles again and Shuri presses her feet against his kneeling knees, sighing as she lays down, playfully rubbing her feet against his hard body.
“Yeah, I left you.”
Namor smirks when her walls tighten around her index and she moves helplessly, “Don't move.” He carefully holds her ankle, gently applying cream to her tender and swollen areas, softly murmuring, “Your beautiful long legs would be a waste if they couldn’t walk anymore.” After finishing, he lifts her and places her back in the center of the bed, tucking her in again. “Your new clothes. I guarantee they fit perfectly.” Namor left a bag by her bedside.
“By the way, here’s your prize for being such a good girl for me.” Namor stuffs something into her hands, Shuri peeks and finds an adorable snake plushie before her, she chuckles a bit. “I have to go, je'el k ilikba ti' uláak' k'iin, mi amor~” See you later, my love. Namor left like a gust of wind again, leaving Shuri to gaze at the comfortable clothes that she took out and feel the moistness between her legs, soothing and cooling had eased her soreness, smiling a little before drifting sweetly back to sleep with the snake plushie accompany her on his behalf.
“Fucking Namor Almehen is here! Quick, do his makeup and change his clothes!!!”
A group of people hurriedly works on him. Luckily, he is nearby and arrives in just 5 minutes, leaving only 2 or 3 minutes until the show starts.
“For Chaac’s sake! How many times have I told you not to mess around before going on stage? Look at this!!!” Jen yells in defeat when she sees what state he’s in. No wonder he walks in like a peacock today!
Namor tears his gaze away from a photo he took just now— Shuri sleeping peacefully in his arms, taking his breath away. Finally, Namor looks up at himself in the mirror— full of hickeys and bite marks on his chest, shoulders and neck, along with scratches and nail marks on his back. Scarred to the core. Namor chuckles with pride, he was pretty sure he left bruises and kiss marks all over Shuri too.
“Oi, so where did you go yesterday? You look crazy and fucked up, bro!” Attuma sits beside Namor and bumps him excitedly.
“I thought you rejected all the invitations?” Namora scoops herself beside her cousin too, wanting to know how much fun he had all night.
Even their Auntie Jen chimes in with curiosity, “I heard only one girl’s voice just now, quick, confess and we’ll be lenient on you, Soobe’!” Nephew.
Namor shakes his head in glee, still feeling crazy all high from his night with Shuri.
“Auntie, I think I’ve found my true love—”
“You liar, you always use that excuse to fool me and your mother!”
“Namora, she’s the one. I’ve never been more sure—”
“I don't want to discourage you, K’uk’ulkan, but you’ve only ever broken others’ hearts more than falling in love for real.”
“I met the love of my life, Attuma—” Namor faced his last resort and Attuma, his bro, always got his back. A happy grin spreads across his face to match Namor’s. Even if it's a pit, Attuma would cheer for him and probably give him a nudge, push or a kick in the ass to send him into the pit, worst-case scenario, when the girl with a broken heart comes looking for Namor when he fell out of love, he’ll help deflect a bit. That’s what brothers do!
“So~ how beautiful is she?”
Namor laughs, radiant and blissful.
“Oh, she’s more than beautiful, Attuma~”
Nobody in the make-up room who worked with him for years had ever seen him laugh and smile like this. They all gaped their mouths, their curiosity spiked up like a rocket in the launch because what kind of women had made the infamous Namor Almehen fall hard like this!
“The most beautiful girl in the world. She really is—” Shuri. “Well…” Namor gets up, flexing his whole being, adorned in pearls and his iconic Copilli, fully dressed in the latest Winter 2023 haute couture from TALOKAN - A top luxury fashion brand of his hometown, Talokan, and he’s been its global brand ambassador for years, since the beginning of his career, and most likely to the end.
He rises with her, and he’ll go down with her till the end of time.
Namor is ready, he’s always ready for a show like he was born for it, like he belongs on the stage, on the runway, in the spotlights, and…
“I know I belong to her. I just know it. ”
And she belongs to me.
All eyes are on Namor.
As always, Namor holds not just the attention of the whole show, but also the whole world.
As Shuri woke up with a dry mouth and a growling stomach, the sun was still hanging in the sky, and it was time to wake up from this dream.
But when she opens her eyes, all she sees is a bouquet of roses and a trolley set for a meal by her bedside.
Shuri wonders dazedly… How does a man like him be wandering around freely like this?
Of course, he could. It was obvious. No women had been able to keep him nor make him willingly settle down, no one ever held his attention. And Shuri was no naive woman either. Still, it’ll be a night she remembers for a long, long time.
She got up, enjoying her belated lunch, absentmindedly caressing the roses, there’s a card within, written with some words and his number:
💌💌💌
You know what, Shuri? You shine brighter than the sun, more surprising than Valentine’s Day itself. I’m glad I spent this day with you, it was unforgettable for a lifetime.
Love, Namor.
💌💌💌
Afterwards, Shuri freshens up and puts on the new clothes – a perfect fit, indeed. She packs her belongings, takes away the snake plushie, takes one last look at the bouquet still by the bedside, blooming in its full glory, and leaves the hotel.
Three days have gone by and thanks to Bast, she will no longer bump into Namor because her bestie has found someone else to cover her shifts for the rest of the week. Besides, she’s busy with life too. That night was a one-time indulgence and she always lives for a better tomorrow.
Carrying her camera and her headphones on, Shuri walks past numerous Billboards, not sparing a look. Because if she did, she would see the man who she spent a fantastic night with on the biggest and most expensive billboard in the city center.
She hums along to the music, finally off work and leaves her studio, she strides straight to her favourite Arcade Square, saying hi to the staff, Ronny, “Hey, buddy, you got that Black Panther plush in stock at last?”
“We finally did, Shuri, go play hard and win it home for your nephew!”
“Yep, that’s what I'm here for today~ Toussaint is gonna love it.” Shuri smiles, walking to the arcade machines, texting T’Challa that she might be a bit late for dinner today.
“Don’t play the one on the most left, Shuri, it’s broken again!”
“I can help you fix it if you want!” Shuri drops her stuff, starting to tinker before Ronnie comes thanking her. “Thanks, Shuri, you know how expensive the maintenance is, let me buy you dinner, this is already the 12th time you are fixing this poor dude.”
“Nah, it’s simple anyway, just the tokens stuck between it,” With a twist of her hand that reached inside the complicated wires of the arcade machine, piles of tokens scatter to the floor, “Here you go, about half of these coins should be the ones that have been eaten.”
“Yep, I’ve been told because I have a buddy who’s particularly fond of this arcade. If it's broken, he’d rather not play any other.”
“Ha! That must have eaten a lot of his tokens!”
“It sure did. Almost every time, it’s him who breaks it. You can use the tokens on the floor as my thank-you.”
“Alright! Thanks!” Shuri high-fives with Ronnie, fixes the arcade machine and sits on the tiny stool that's perfect for her, inserting coins and starts playing. Determined to get the plushie for Toussaint today before it runs out.
She plays for the rest of the afternoon, addicted to it, she uses her favourite character, Ken, and a long roll of tickets piles beside her. She wants to get four plushies at least, for Toussaint, Nakia, T’Challa and herself.
Her phone rings, it must be T’Challa— Shuri looks down and sees an unknown number, she looks at the text, furrowing her brows, wondering who got her number, probably friends of clients.
She replies while skillfully navigating through the buttons with one hand. But the next thing Shuri knows she’s doomed.
Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. FUCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!! The mystery quickly unravels... because the owner behind the unknown number, who turns out to be Namor, was just too straightforward— Now she recalls, yep, this is his number on the card that she glimpsed. Shuri’s finger hovering over the icons, maybe blocking him would stop Namor from coming after her but he keeps coming—
Shuri fell down from the stool, flushed.
Wait, what???? Okoye???? How????
What in a fucking small world they lived in?! Okoye sold her for a dick!!!
Shuri shakes her head and entertains him for a while more, counting the rolls of tickets and realizing she already got enough for four plushies, but is only one more ticket away from getting the 5th.
Might as well get it because why not? The more the merrier. But she keeps losing because Namor is distracting her. So she said her goodbyes.
Shuri mutes his number and locks her phone. No. She won’t see Namor again. She’ll get addicted to the sex, but she knows she won’t be able to fall in love with him, and she’ll break her own heart. No. She doesn’t want to hurt anyone more.
At the age of 30, Shuri was incapable of love. She didn’t want to disappoint Namor. No matter what he sees in her. Her beauty. Her body. Her wit. Her whatever.
Each time, Shuri believed she had finally found the love of her life. Yet, each outcome left her disappointed. She was incapable of loving anyone, every ex-boyfriend of hers said so, and she didn't believe it. Until her most recent ex shattered her illusions.
Yeah, she loves no one.
It doesn’t matter. Life isn't just about love. Many people remain unmarried and childless, not everyone is as fortunate as T’Challa and Nakia who find their destined lover. It’s okay— humans were born alone, destined to die alone. No one could take anything with them when they die – not wealth, not memories, not anything. And the saying of reincarnation and past lives? It’s all just a saying, all without any theoretical basis. She, who believes in the truths of science, doesn't believe in these things at all.
As for love, it's out of reach. Impulsive. Elusive. Impractical. Daydreams. Fantasies. Fairy tales.
Even if she were to meet “the one”, given her indifferent, apathetic, cold-blooded nature, it might not last long… She was probably never destined to meet her true love in this lifetime… or mostly she doesn’t deserve one…
…much like every relationship she had in the past— long-lived yet without an ounce of love she holds towards any of them.
Shuri shakes away all the messy thoughts, not bothering to dwell on them. Being single is great. Why bother with relationships? People on the streets claim they love passionately, but in the end, they don’t love each other, fuck, they don’t even love themselves.
Is that love?
No, it's not.
Shuri inserts more tokens, starting over.
Shuri slams the red button.
Fucking ready.
One loves too easily and one can't seem to love at all.
…
A fucking match made in heaven.