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Shuri went over the rules that Namor and her had set for their…rather odd predicament. She had been snapped in and out of existence, she had been in a literal war against an alien army, she had visited a hidden underwater kingdom, and she had gone to the ancestral planes using an artificial heart shaped herb that she created, but she has never been body switched before. 

And of course it had to be Namor. It could have been literally anybody else, but of course it was Namor.  

When they realized it wouldn’t be something that could be easily fixed, Shuri had him set up within the palace to stay for the time being. Unwilling to allow her body out of her sight. Namor had readily agreed as he didn’t trust her to not experiment on his own body. 

This led to them setting their own personal rules. 

Shuri forbade him from getting undressed unless she was there, only relenting if he needed to use the bathroom. There would be no ‘ feeling her up ’. 

Namor forbade her from taking any type of sample from his body, from blood to hair follicle. Experiments were to only be conducted with his help, and his help alone. 

They had both readily agreed. 

So what in Bast’s name was she doing? 

It had started off so so innocent. She had gone to the bathroom to get ready for bed, needing to drink water a lot more than she had expected. Namor had advised her to drink a few glasses before bed and she was simply following his instructions. She was staring at herself in the mirror as she finished off her second glass, scoffing at the reflection looking back at her. 

She was tempted to punch herself in the face, but with no way of knowing how to get back to her body she didn’t want to be stuck nursing a black eye. No matter how amusing it would be. Shuri sighed and touched his face with his hand, running the larger fingers through his surprisingly soft hair and down the back of his neck.  

Begrudgingly she admitted that he was rather attractive. 

The fingers moved down the various pearl necklaces and chest plate to his chest, thrumming his chest with a sudden nervousness as a stray thought sledgehammered its way through. Leaving so much damage that it was impossible to pack the thought away. 

Shuri looked down at Namor’s signature green shorts, her mouth, his mouth, suddenly going dry. 

And that was how she found herself, frantically trying to think of his rules again as she jerked herself off, using his hand wrapped around his cock. She simply wanted to take a small peek, and then there was the peculiar sensation of feeling him getting hard, and then she just wanted to know.  

Shuri had one arm holding herself up as she hunched over the bathroom counter, her other hand setting a pace that felt too good to stop. There was also the surreal moment when she realized that the look of pleasure on his face and the sound of his voice as he moaned was turning her on.  

Oh Bast. She was so ashamed of herself but she couldn’t stop. Namor’s hands were so much larger than hers, and she wondered how he would feel in her hands. Shuri moved her hand faster, the pace a little more frantic as she could feel a familiar but not so familiar rising heat of an oncoming orgasm. 

Again she imagined what it would feel like to actually touch him with her own hands, bring him into her mouth to taste him, feel the delicious stretch of him splitting her in two. 

She opened her mouth and heard his choked whimper just as the orgasm crashed-

Shuri jolted awake in a bed she had not been in seconds before, the only source of light coming from the moon peering through the open door of the balcony. She sat up completely disoriented and looked around in confusion, her heart hammering in her chest. A cold shock creeped through her as she realized that these were the rooms she had prepared for Namor to stay in . 

Which would mean- 

Both her eyes and hands confirmed that she was back in her own body. Her legs rubbing together as further confirmation that nothing was between them anymore.  Oh no. Oh no. No no no no no. She toppled off of the bed in her panic, still dressed in the clothes she had put on for the day before the body swap. Which only made her feel worse. 

There was a movement of shadow, blocking the direct light of the moonlight, and Shuri slowly turned her head to find Namor standing there. His chest was heaving, the tips of his ears flushed a wine red, and he looked completely livid . 

“Care to explain yourself, Princess ?” 

The most intelligent thing that Shuri could come up with was-

 “Uh…” 

How else does one explain that their curiosity took a horrible horrible perverted turn. There was no way she could explain her way out of this. If death by mortification was real, she was sure that she would have internally combusted by now, but unfortunately that was not the case. 

Namor wasn’t fazed by her lack of comment and he stepped closer to her, forcing her to crawl backwards until her back ran into a wall with a standing mirror directly behind her. He reached down, gripping her by the collar of her shirt and yanking her up to her feet, the fabric tearing from the sudden pull. “We made a deal.” He hissed. 

“And…I…technically didn’t break it?” The absurdity of her claim momentarily threw Namor off as he searched her face to see if she was serious. She swallowed and tried again, with a little more conviction because she was technically right. Right? Bast, my ancestors must think me a fool.  “I mean, there were no experiments done, no samples taken-” 

“Samples?” He let out a disdainful scoff. Namor took a step closer, pressing her further against the glass of the mirror. His body heat affected her more than she would like. Especially knowing exactly how he looked underneath the shorts…and also being ripped away from his body milliseconds before orgasm. Namor’s hand slid from her shirt to wrap around her throat. “You mean the ample amount of samples left all over your bathroom sink?” 

Oh.  

Shuri’s rebuttal was, “Uh…” 

His eyes trailed down her face to her where his hand was, his thumb gently swiping along her throat as she swallowed again and she rubbed her thighs together uncomfortably. He took a deep breath in through his nose and Shuri watched in aroused fascination as his eyes darkened.  “I think I should be allowed to take advantage of the technicalities of the rules that you have given me.” Namor slowly brought his gaze back to meet hers. “I believe that would be fair, yes?” 

Shuri could only parrot back, “...yes?” Unsure of what he meant by that, but if it meant moving past this mortifying situation she would take it. 

A dark chuckle rumbled low in his throat, and he quickly flipped her around, pressing her back to his chest. They stood in front of the mirror, his hand still holding her throat. The image they presented sent a spark of arousal through Shuri, but it looked like Namor was affected as well. He took another deep breath in before lowering his head to whisper softly in her ear. “I was to not undress or ‘feel’ you up while in your body. Correct?” 

She had to swallow before she could answer. Her throat impossibly dry. “Correct.” 

“That rule of course did not apply to you. Correct?” 

“...correct.” 

“Then, since you got to see me, touch me…I feel that it is only fair that you do the same to your own body.” His hand tightened a fraction around her throat, his lips teasing just the edge of her ear. “And I should be allowed to watch.” 

Shuri’s eyes widened with a soft gasp at the suggestion, her legs suddenly feeling weak. When she tried to open her mouth to protest, Namor immediately cut her off. 

“Or should we explain to your council and King why my seed is spent all over your bathroom counters?” 

For whatever reason, the shame and anger only added to Shuri’s arousal. What is wrong with me? She reached up a hand to grip onto the arm holding her neck and wrenched his hand off of her with a scowl. Shuri didn’t want to turn to face him, their bodies so close together, but she didn’t want to move away from him either.  

“I should have punched you in the face when I had the chance.” She hissed at his reflection. It would have been worth the pain. 

Namor ignored her words, keeping his eyes intently on hers. “What choice will you make, Princess?” 

Shuri gritted her teeth together, fisting her hands as if she was going to follow through with punching him anyway. However, she couldn’t imagine the position she must have put him in when they switched back. The humiliation of realizing exactly what she had been doing.

“Where do you want me?” 

His eyes glittered, full of a dark promise that made her shiver. Maybe she should have chosen her words a little better.  

Namor gestured to the mirror in front of them to answer her question. “It would seem only appropriate.” He moved away from the reflection for a moment, coming back with a chair for her to sit in and her body flashed hotly as she comprehended what he was wanting her to do.  

It took several seconds for Shuri to move, but Namor was patient. 

Bast give me strength. She felt foolish for asking, but she never imagined to have been put in such a situation. 

She never imagined having her body feel this excited about it either. With fingers trembling with anticipation, she quickly removed her clothing. Watching as Namor’s eyes flashed brightly as he took her in, not moving a single inch. 

That was at least the easy step. 

Shuri bit her lip as she sat down, shifting to get into a more comfortable position. She brought one leg up, her foot resting on the chair, to better spread and reveal herself to Namor. It was embarrassing how wet and ready she already looked, a thrill of mortified excitement coursing through her. 

She placed a hand on her thigh, not quite knowing how to start, and looked up at Namor’s reflection. Nearly whimpering at the intense look he was giving her. Pinning her with a stare so heated that she felt her legs go weak, needing to brace herself more firmly in the chair.

“Go on.” He murmured encouragingly.

Keeping her eyes on him, Shuri slowly slid her fingers between the juncture of her legs, letting out a surprise gasp as she found the small bundle of nerves. Surprised at how swollen and sensitive it felt under even a light touch. 

Shuri had thought that this would be the hard part, making herself so humiliatingly vulnerable to Namor, but the way he looked at her made it easy. He stood still but his eyes felt heavy and hot on her skin. 

It was an added layer of pleasure that made Shuri moan out loud, moving her fingers just a little faster to find that rhythm and pressure that her body desperately needed. Remembering how it felt to be in his body and how close she had been to release only to have it ripped from was making her entire body scream. 

No. This part wasn’t hard at all. It felt too good, too addicting to be watched by him. 

Namor looked as if he wanted to be the one touching her, gripping his forearms so tightly, his muscles looking so bunched up and tense, but he kept as still as a statue. She bit her lip, wondering if maybe this was harder for him then it was for her now. 

Testing her theory, Shuri arched her back enticingly and slid her free hand up her stomach to palm her breast. She nearly laughed when she saw how black his eyes got and the clench of his jaw, but let out a much louder groan instead. Thoroughly enjoying that she wasn’t the only one affected by this particular situation. 

It intensified her pleasure, her breath coming in short when she could feel herself get closer to a peak she had thought she wouldn’t be able to get to. Her eyes closed, focusing solely on her own pleasure. And just as she was about to- 

Her hands were suddenly snatched away from her own body, abruptly cutting her off. 

“No! Wha-!!” She gasped in shock, struggling against him to find some sort of relief, but her limbs were still trembling from anticipation. Momentarily weak against his hold.

Namor’s hands held firm, yanking her up to standing and kicking away the chair so he could stop her from rubbing her legs together. “Since you did not get to see how I finished, I believe it is only fair that I do not see you finish. Yes?” He rasped harshly in her ear, pressing her close to his chest. 

“You bastard!” She sobbed out in frustration as she felt her orgasm elude her the second time that night. The coil of pleasure slipped from her, leaving her to mourn at the loss. He tightened his hold on her, wrapping his arms around her chest and trapping her arms between them. 

Shuri continued to struggle against him, hissing mad until even the fight in her came down to a simmer. Leaving the two of them glaring at one another through the reflection of the glass. She was acutely aware of how his chest curved around her back, the feeling of his skin sending sparks across her sensitive body. 

When she finally calmed, Namor lowered his face against her neck, inhaling her skin deeply. One hand began to stray from its hold on her arms, slowly drifting to touch her stomach. Shuri let out a small gasp when she felt him press his arousal to her backside. He lifted his head to look at her, not through the reflection but at her and she turned her head to meet his gaze. 

For a moment, Shuri thought he might kiss her. 

And then he was suddenly off of her, leaving her with only the chill of the room, flying through the balcony window without another word. 

Shuri nearly fell to her knees from the shock of it all, too stunned to call after him. Having been in his body, having exposed herself to Namor so wantonly, wanting to have him kiss her. All of it almost felt like too much, but the one thing that seemed to stick with her was how annoyed she felt. 

Denied…. twice!   

First with his body and now with hers. She wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the feeling but she was still too wound up to care. Shuri quickly got dressed and moved back to her room, deciding that she would take care of it in a hot shower. 

There was an awkward pause when she saw the amount of cum still stained on her bathroom counters, the image of Namor’s face about to cum still fresh in her mind. Her insides trembled and she decided she would clean up later, wanting to take care of what she had started twice and be done with the entire thing.  

She stripped back down and grabbed a vibrator she had hidden under her bathroom sink, determined to be done as quickly as possible. The hot water felt delicious on her skin as she stepped under the hot spray of water, leaning against the wall with one hand as she positioned the vibrator against her aching sex, choking on her tongue when she turned it on. Please Please Plea- 

Shuri let out a yelp in shock as she sailed through the air, her voice much deeper than normal. 

She realized that she was flying….and then she realized she didn't really know how to do that at all and plummeted into the ocean that happened to be below her now. The cold ocean water enveloped her easily, and she merely floated in the water stunned. 

If she had been of sound mind, Shuri would have been thrilled at experiencing being able to breathe underwater. The surrounding environment easily viewable through her change in body. She would have been curious to know the difference between her eyes and Namor’s. 

Instead she screamed out in frustration, flailing her limbs with the frustration of being back in Namor’s body. 

Apparently she could add a limitation in distance to the body switching fiasco. 

It took her nearly 20 minutes to figure out how his wings worked and then fly back to Wakanda. He had made a considerable distance, so by the time she had gotten back to her bedroom she wasn’t surprised to find Namor waiting for her. 

He had the decency to put on a robe, but he looked rather relaxed as he lounged on a small couch when she landed. It ticked her off immensely. How did he manage to look so regal in her own damn body?

“Took you longer than I thought it would.” Namor smirked, making Shuri want to smack her own face. 

“You-You didn’t-” It didn’t occur to her until that moment, the compromising position she was in just before the switch. If he had just finished, they could have already switched back and she- 

Namor widened his eyes innocently. “I was just following your rules.” He leaned forward, placing an elbow on the knee so he could hold his chin up, arching a single brow. Shuri couldn’t believe that she was being taunted in this way. 

“I’m glad you're finding enjoyment in this!” Shuri snapped back. 

A chuckle erupted from Namor, pitched girlishly in Shuri’s voice. “And you must be thoroughly frustrated. So,” He stood, sinuously languid with her lithe form. Shuri wasn’t even aware she could move like that. Namor slowly unknotted the robe with tilt of the head, keeping his eyes on her as he practically purred the question. “Would you like for me to give you this body back? Or would you like to take it back?”

Shuri wasn’t sure what pushed her over that edge of sanity. The challenge that Namor reflected through her eyes, the curious tension that had been almost electric between them since she had crossed that line, or the fact that she had not been able to get off for THREE times now. 

Maybe a combination of all of the above. 

She strode over pushing Namor back down and pinning him down on the couch. Shuri wrapped his fingers around her neck and wasted no time in bringing his other hand down to her body's wet and ready core. 

There was a constant mantra in the back of Shuri’s mind, that she was only doing this to get her body back. Over and over again…but she couldn’t deny the excitement she felt to see the shocked look that Namor gave her when she slipped two of his long thick fingers into her wanting pussy.  

The look of shock soon rolled into one of pleasure as Shuri knew exactly what her body wanted and liked. She knew the steps, even in another body, and Namor got to witness it first hand.  

“Do you like how it feels?” Shuri husked, his voice sending a shiver down her spine. “Have anything clever to say now?” She tightened her grip and curled her fingers, Namor let out a choked keening cry, gripping the couch tightly as he took what Shuri had to give. 

Shuri watched fascinated as Namor tried his best to keep her eyes open to not break the eye contact between them. She wondered if he felt confused by the pleasure as she did when she got curious with his own body. It made her want to make him feel good. Shuri ground his palm against her clit, pumping his fingers faster. 

“AH! Ah Pr- Princess- '' Namor arched the body that wasn’t his further against her hand and Shuri knew instinctively that he was close. That she was close. 

Her mouth practically watered at the thought of finally being able to cum, wondering how it would feel like with his fingers deep inside of her. His cock twitched in want. Maybe she should add one more finger. 

Namor’s hand shot out, gripping the cock straining against his green shorts and Shuri’s rhythm faltered and she nearly lost balance, planting a knee heavily on the couch. “Wait-” She called out, but Namor didn’t listen, wrenching the shorts down to properly wrap Shuri’s small hand around the base of the cock and began pumping the hand up and down. 

“I should have asked you how it felt to be in my body.” He gasped out, shifting to put both hands along the length, knowing exactly how to make his body feel good. “Would you like me to show you how good it can feel?”

Shuri was unprepared for his touch, slipping his fingers away from her body to better brace herself against the couch at Namor's continued onslaught. She weakly tried to pry him away but then he lowered his head and brought the tip of the cock into her warm and wet mouth and Shuri went blind for a moment.

His tongue, her tongue, swirled around the head while Namor kept a steady rhythm of pumping his hands along the shaft. Shuri couldn’t stop her hips from bucking forward, lost in the sensation of her own mouth. 

Oh shit oh shit no no no no-

She ripped away from Namor and stumbled back, falling onto the nearby bed, chest heaving for breath.

He blinked in surprise before showing a small smirk. “You did not like it?” Namor asked, slipping off the couch to follow Shuri to the bed.

“I just-I refuse to go back to my body with you cumming in my mouth!” 

Namor smiled wider, cat-like with Shuri's face, and slipped off the robe that was still hanging off of her body. It trailed behind him like water. He then pushed the green shorts completely off of Shuri and straddled her. 

“Hmm, I suppose that is fair.” Shuri's body slotted hotly against Namor's length, pinning it to his stomach, and Shuri shuddered at the sensation. “Since you had been denied twice I believe it only fair that I make you finish twice.”

“Twice?” She managed to choke out before Namor began swiveling the hips of her body, the wet heat feeling impossibly good and it wasn’t even inside. Shuri wondered how far Namor would go…how far she would allow it. Namor cut her thoughts off by answering her question, as if she had asked it aloud. 

“I will not go further than this because-” He choked on a moan, panting as he ground her hips a little more precision. “When I finally have you I will be in control. I will-Chaac, Shuri- Ah! Show me what else makes you feel good.” 

Shuri sat up quickly, smoothing his hands up her sides, thumbs brushing across sensitive nipples. Trailing bearded lips across her neck before biting her shoulder. 

“Ye-Yes Ah-” 

“aaaaaAAAAH!” Shuri wailed out in surprise, snapped to her body with the pulsing heat of her orgasm rushing through her body in sparking waves that left her shuddering against Namor. He continued to kiss and nip along her neck and shoulder unphased, holding her flush against him. 

“There you are.” He whispered, rubbing his large warm hands across her skin, kneading the flesh of her thighs before lifting and angling her hips. She gasped when she felt the tip of him just at her entrance, and she leaned back to look at him. There was no challenge or taunt in his gaze as he looked steadily at her. “Tell me to stop Shuri.” 

Shuri, still feeling the aftershocks of pleasure, simply bit her lip to keep from saying anything. 

With a deliberate slowness, Namor lowered Shuri on top of him, essentially impaling her and pushing the air out of her. Making her suddenly thankful for all of the unintentional prep. She was still so very sensitive and her breathing came in short. He wasted no time, roughly rolling his hips up into her and forcing another gasp from her lips. 

They moved in tandem, chasing the high of another peak as they touched and pulled and gripped at one another. It was as if their bodies couldn’t get enough, slamming their hips against the other, breathing in each other's air, sweat slicked chests sliding sensuously. Limbs began to burn at the effort as their insides trembled. 

Shuri’s mind was trying to keep up with her body, confused how she went from wanting to punch Namor in the face to wanting to be completely stuffed to the brim by him. 

Her mind was leagues away from her body without any hopes of catching up soon so she thought, Fuck it.  

She leaned forward and slotted her mouth against his, and suddenly Namor stuttered to a complete halt. For the first time Shuri felt completely self conscious, leaning away to look at his reaction. Namor’s eyes bore into hers with a seriousness that she wasn’t expecting. Was that too intimate? She realized that they hadn’t kissed at all…and then she realized she wanted to. 

Really wanted to.  

Why did that feel more embarrassing? 

“Um…I-” 

Namor surged forward, pulling her mouth back to his and stole the breath and words out of her. Kissing her so passionately and thoroughly that he seemed to forget what they had been doing to only focus on just that. There was no complaint on Shuri’s part as his tongue slid hotly into her mouth. 

He fell back onto the bed, taking her with him, moving his hips once again as he continued to kiss her. Namor held her hips firmly, grinding into her until he found a spot that had her tense and moan into his mouth. With her body’s show of approval, Namor slammed his hips up into her with a bit more force, again and again, hitting the spot that had her screaming. 

“Like that! Just like that! Please!” Shuri pleaded against his mouth, holding onto him for dear life as she found relief for the second time that night. 

Namor watched her face from underneath her, his own face starting to contort with the effort of holding on a little longer. “Where Shuri- Let me-” 

“Yes! I want you to-” She was cut off as Namor brought his lips to hers again, shuddering through his pleasure as he erratically pumped into her a few more times before collapsing fully on the bed in relief. Shuri was jostled somewhat by his labored breathing, and she couldn’t help but grin into his neck. 

Everything was crazy, there was no way to explain what had just happened or why it got so out of hand, but her body was so deeply satisfied that she could care less at this point. 

When Namor finally caught his breath, he pulled Shuri into another kiss, this one soft and languid. Almost affectionate. 

“Three times.” 

“What?” He asked in a dazed confusion as she pulled her lips away. 

Shuri gave him a small, shy grin. Again refusing to think too hard about what she was about to say. She will chalk it up to a lapse in sanity later. “I technically had been denied… three times.” 

A slow wicked grin spread across Namor’s face as the meaning of her words finally hit him. Without another word he rolled them over so that he was on top of her to remedy that technicality.