I'm JEALOUS
The way Shuri moves herself around the Gala— The way the slit of her jade dress kisses her silk skin as they drag and trails themselves far apart around her delicate thigh when she dances around men and women. The way the threads of the brightest pearl in Talokan trace along her spine, her fragile back exposed to the pristine air, down and down and down below her lovely waistline, two pearls in the dimples of her hip.
The way the best fabric in Talokan wraps around her bottom, swaying softly as she paces to greet some men from some tribe. The way her breakable feet are clad in exquisite well-made heels made out of jade, adorned with golden linings and even vibranium.
Namor’s wanton eyes slowly lick upwards from the bottom to the top as he leans languidly on a pillar, trying very hard to suppress himself to just quietly admire his wife from afar.
Oh, back to the top~
The way the thin, narrow straps of her dress barely hang with their lives on her elegant shoulders, gliding over the tender of her beauty bone. The way her chest obediently wraps in the same shade of jade with the design of serpent scales, just a slight swing under the light, the scales sparkle and attract people’s attention.
The way her golden panther habit necklace is the only accessory that has the honour to envelop around her fine neck. The way her jade-kimoyo beads earrings dangle freely when she tilts her head in amusement, as if she heard a rather boring joke from some boring men.
Namor purses his lips slowly, gradually swimming his reckless gaze up to her face. His face softened unconsciously, and his gaze changed.
The way her eyes are the most beautiful treasure he ever had the privilege to behold with his own eyes, the brightest spark whenever she catches his gaze, unconsciously looking for him in the crowd, and she glimmers . The way the wrinkles at the corner of her eyes crinkle beautifully, folding him easily like how she folds her hands together, deliberately stroking the bracelet, swearing she is his.
Namor smirks, continuing his journey smugly. The way she scrunched up her little nose along her rosy cheeks, he couldn't help sighing, why was his wife so adorable? Lastly, the way Shuri smiles, the corner of her mouth curves to the sky, a ray of sunlight illuminating every corner of the room, planting thousands and thousands of flowers in the garden of his miserable, poor and weak heart, it stops. Only when he wraps her in his arms can it start to beat again.
Namor quietly and gracefully walks among the crowd, and when he comes to her side to pull her away, Shuri smoothly excuses herself and follows him to a pillar, where he slowly and heavily presses her against it. On the pillar, his warm breath exhaled in her ears, and his words set her on fire.
"I'm jealous."
Namor’s voice turns her on miserably, arousing her desire and her soul, unable to control herself—
Shuri took his hand that was stroking her shoulder in circles and slowly slid them to her waist, wrapping her arms around his neck, smirking as she tiptoed, kissing his plump forehead.
"Are you still jealous?"
"Yes." Smiling, Shuri places a kiss between his soft brows and rich eyes that devours her silently in adoration and affection.
"Still jealous?"
"Yes," Namor said without skipping a beat. Smiling, Shuri places a kiss on his right cheek, pampering him with little kisses until she asks again,
"Still jealous?"
"Yes," Namor murmurs with a wildly arrogant smile curving upwards the corner of his lips. Smiling, Shuri places a kiss on his left cheek, she kisses heavily, tracing along his soft cheeks until their noses lightly bump each other before stopping, and asking again,
"Still jealous?"
"Yes," Shuri wickedly dodges away when Namor tilts his face to kiss her hot lips. She kissed his bearded chin, tickling her slightly, the same tickle sensation as she felt his thumbs constantly stroking and kneading her waist. She was naughty and bite gently, rubbing her face affectionately with his, and asked again,
"Still jealous?"
"Yes." Shuri kisses Namor sweetly on the lips as he wishes, with an ocean of love, their bodies pressed together tightly without any gaps.
"Are you still jealous?" Shuri gasps and grazes Namor’s lips, her arms changing from wrapping around his neck to snaking around his torso, holding him firmly in her embrace and touching their forehead together.
"Yes. A million times, yes."
Then Namor watches Shuri show his favourite and most irresistible smile, completely capturing his heart and soul. She watched him return the same smitten smile and loving eyes with satisfaction, and he gently rubbed their foreheads. Showing their affection to each other recklessly, completely forgetting that they were in public…
"Then make everyone jealous of me for having you," Shuri whispers softly.
Then it all comes back to Namor. The way he parts her thighs restlessly every night; the way he leaves kisses along her trembling and fragile back before gripping her hip, she arches herself for him needily as he thrust deep into her from behind. Until it wasn't enough, grabbing her feet to toss and flip her over, pinning her down again with his cock buried so, so deep.
The way her chest rises and falls rapidly, her shoulders and collarbone covered in hickeys and bite marks, and her neck trembles from one heavy suck, marking her his. The way she squirms when he licks her ears softly but grinds into her hard, slow and deep while she writhes under him. Namor sees stars in Shuri's eyes as he kisses softly on her cheeks, her mouth opens and moans in bliss—
They fuck right there and then.
He flies them out through the window and goes home. He fuck her senseless.
She whispers in his ears, "Fuck me." Namor claims her and Shuri's moans say it all. He pins her down and makes her take it. She can take it. All of it.
Namor's deep moans set her entire body trembling and wetter while he goes all the way in her. "Feel how wet you made me, I love how wet you made me—" she challenges him as always.
Shuri loves it when Namor takes what he wants. Namor's hands roam all over her, all he can do is breathlessly rasp, "I need you."
"Mine," he pleads.
"Yours," she soothes.
"I want you, you are mine, I miss you, Shuri—" His every word makes her ache for him desperately. Namor fucks her roughly but loves her tenderly.
Shuri wants to see Namor lose control— he already is. "My soul craves for you, Shuri—" He melts into her, melting their souls together.
She felt whole.
"—Are you still jealous? Yes or no? "
"It's always yes with you ." Shuri beams as Namor gives her everything, seeing stars together over and over.
He promises her.
"Yours," he whispers.
"Mine," she breathes.
She promises him.