#m'baku smut
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Obere Òké
Pairings: M'Baku x black!Reader
Word Count: 2.4k words
Kink: Cunnilingus
Warnings: NSFW, oral (f!receving), praise, size kink, p in v, multiple orgasms, creampie...
A/N: I'm like....really late, guys. But I managed to get this done early enough to post it today so I hope you enjoy. Also, in this fic, M'Baku speaks Igbo and the reader speaks Xhosa but they understand both languages. Thank you and happy reading!
You hold on tight to the furs and fabrics strewn across the bed, your back arches out and your dark skin stretches tight over your knuckles. You grind your hips against your husband's face as his strong hands keep you in place on top of him.
"F-Fuck," you stutter as his nose digs into your clit, his tongue licking inside of you as he works you toward another orgasm. You've already cum twice, but M'Baku is insistent. "M'Baku, my love, you feel so good," you moan, your thighs quivering around his head as you try to keep yourself controlled.
He hums deeply into you, and a shudder runs through your body at the sensation. "Bast," you moan.
M'Baku devours you, feeding off your moans like they are the essence of his being. His hands grip your flesh and his tongue delves inside of you like licking inside an ice cream cone.
You feel another release creeping in on you as he shifts to suck on your clit. His eyes are closed and he's enjoying you like a feast. Your hips jerk and the sparks of pleasure are felt in every limb. "Sithandwa sam," you moan as you grind your hips against his face. His tongue digs deeper inside of you as he licks up every drop of slick you give him. You're practically shaking as you cum, moaning his name and riding his face.
You feel his hands travel up your sides, taking hold of you before he's moving his big body and laying you on your back. He leans over you, his domineering stature only intimidating in the pleasurable way as he stares down at you with a deep smile.
You wrap your hands around his head and bring him down to kiss you, your lips melding together as you moan against his, which taste like you. "Nwunye mara mma," he breathes into you, kissing your neck.
You close your eyes and breathe as he treats you. "Are you,” a breath, “quite done with that yet?" you ask, sighing when he wraps his lips around your nipple.
With a light smack, he pulls away and looks up at your face. "Actually, no," he says, "I don’t think I’ve tasted enough yet."
He finishes licking your nipple before going back down on you, wrapping your thighs around his shoulders to hold you steady. He licks and sucks on your folds, tasting your arousal and making himself messy with you. His beard scratches your thighs in the best way, and your hips jerk when he suckles around your clit.
His tongue thrusts as deeply inside of you as he can manage. And it's not like he can't use his fingers to fill the space his tongue can't reach. He just refuses to. He'd told you that he could make you cum with only his mouth, and he was right. He was continuing to be right; not that you had challenged him in the first place…
His hands caressed your thighs, addicted to the doughy feeling of them around his head. You're still grinding up against his face, chasing the feeling of his tongue on you.
He lifted your thighs, pulling away from you for just a moment to say, "Hold these for me, ihunanya."
You hold your thighs, wrapping your arms around them like he'd directed so you're open and on perfect display for him. He hums appreciatively, staring at your cunt with his dark gaze and licking his bottom lip between his teeth.
He sets his hands on the underside of your thighs and digs in again, licking you with his hot tongue and then licking into you when you moan deliciously.
He grinds his hips into the bed. He’s had you spread out over the bed for over half an hour, kissing you and tasting you and making you cum. His hands haven’t left you once to deal with himself, and he won’t let you do it for him. In fact, he grips you tighter to pull you in closer. He can never get enough of you.
You whisper his name again like a prayer, the usually pale light now golden with the morning hours. As M’Baku glances at you for a moment, his breath becomes shallow at the sight to behold. You’re beautiful, with smooth, dark skin made richer by the golden light. You shudder, both from his lips on your clit and the warm glow of the Sun through the chilly air of the Jabari Mountains.
His tongue plunges inside of you, addicted to your sweet taste. Your head spins as the mind-numbing pleasure continues to conquer you. As his relentless tongue and his relentless lips carried on, you could feel yourself building toward another release.
You moan his name when you cum for the fourth time, your poor clit throbbing and sore but so ready to accept more of him at a moment’s notice. Your back arches off the bed, and he pushes you back down with his hands on the backs of your thighs.
He licks you through your orgasm, pulling away and feeling your body trembling in his grasp. “Oh, look at you, obere òké,” he coos. “You should see yourself shake.” He strokes his large hands along your sides, letting your legs down so he can kiss you properly.
His lips slot against yours, and you sigh at the feeling of his teeth tugging on your bottom lip. You wrap your arms around his neck to bring him in closer, and he catches you by surprise when he pushes a thick finger between your folds, as deep as he can get it inside of you. You clench around it, breaking the kiss to moan as he curls his finger inside of you and huffs.
“Yes, this will do just fine,” he mutters, feeling how drenched you are as your dripping cunt sucks his finger in. He pulls it out of you, pressing it at your lips as you part them to taste yourself. He smiles and watches as you do it. “Such a beauty, you are,” he chuckles. “My beautiful woman.”
He pulls his hand from you, nudging your chin with his knuckles. “Now let me give you what you really want,” he says. “I know you have been waiting for me, haven’t you?”
You nod. “Of course. You make it hard to resist, myeni wam.”
He smiles, chuckling deeply as he spreads your legs wider, taking a look at your pussy as he does it. He groans deeply at the sight, shaking his head gently. “Glory to Hanuman,” he mutters, earning an eye roll from you as you chuckle.
“Are you going to fuck me, gorilla man, or are you going to sit there and stare at me while you praise your gods, eh?” you raise a brow.
He lightly smacks your thigh as he takes his cock in his hand, thick and hard. “You’ve still got quite the mouth for someone who will not be walking today.”
You laugh. “Likewise.”
He kisses his teeth, muttering under his breath at you. Rolling your eyes, you press your hand to his chest and actually have to push in order for him to get the hint that you’re trying to move him. If he wanted, you wouldn’t have been able to move him an inch, hovering over you like a beast. Your beast.
You guide him to lay on his back once more, sitting on top of him as you straddle his body. He’s so big, you look tiny in comparison to him. But, to be fair, you are tiny in comparison to him. His hands fall on your thighs as he looks up appreciatively at you.
“You’re taking too long,” you smile, lifting your hips and taking his cock in your own hand. You position him at your weeping hole, his tip nudging at your pussy as you slowly sink down onto him. You’re so wet, he slips inside with ease as he stretches you out around his cock. You close your eyes and moan, easing your head back as you roll your hips slowly.
M’Baku’s eyes flutter shut as well, a deep grunt sitting in his chest as he feels you take him into your cunt, warm and tight and so wet. He curses under his breath, caressing your skin without guiding your hips.
You begin to build a steady pace just grinding on top of him, circling your hips as you put your hands behind your head. M'Baku watches you, takes in the sight of you feeling yourself, your cunt sucking him in. He thinks you're beautiful.
"Look at yourself, obere òké. Such a small thing taking me all in." He lays his head back against the furs and groans deeply.
You urge your hips back and forth, feeling his cock so deep within you. "You always stretch me so wide," you moan, your words broken with lust. "Fuck, M'Baku, you feel so good inside me."
You set your hands on his shoulders, holding on top as you begin to lift yourself slowly off of him. When you've got him just to the tip, you drop back down on top of him with a loud moan. You throw your head back, gasping for breath at the feeling of the wonderful stretch, the throbbing of his cock, his hands tightening around your hips, your clit pulsing.
You do it again, and again, building another rhythm as the sound of your slick sticking to his body and yours creates a loud smack of wet skin on skin. Your pace is quick, your body moving in a perfect dance that lets his cock fill you with each move. He thrusts up into you, his hands moving from your hips to your ass, groping you and squeezing the supple flesh like he's going to rip you apart. His hands smack your ass, feeling the ripple of the flesh with a grunt.
"Just like that, my queen," he breathes. "Take it all."
Your moans have climbed higher, loud whimpers, almost squeaks, that tear from your throat with each pound of his cock inside of you. Your hands fall to M'Baku's neck, stroking your thumbs along the thick column of it. Another whimper makes your limbs weak and your arms almost give out as you stare into his eyes, dark with lust but just as brown and just as beautiful as anything you've ever seen. Some of the light that pours in shines across his face. He squints his eyes just a little, and you smile at the deep pools of honey reflecting back at you. You bend down to kiss him, your bodies pressed flush together as you continue to thrust your hips against his.
It's not until his thumb has begun rubbing your clit that you pull back again, moaning at the feeling of your aching clit being touched again. You're going to burst, your bodies smacking together again in a desperate search for another mind-numbing release. He watches your breasts bounce with every move.
You clench around his thick cock, looking down to watch your cunt take him in with each fall of your hips to his. He's doing the same, enjoying the show from his perfect view. "I can tell you are close," he grunts. "Are you going to cum for your king, woman?"
You nod, grasping his shoulders tight. "Yes," you sigh, rolling your hips a little harder. "Yes, I'm going to cum for you."
He grasps your hip tight with his free hand, helping you keep up with him as his thumb continues to circle your clit. "Good girl," he says. "Keep squeezing me like that." He's starting to get close, too. How could he not? With how tight you are, how wet you are, how well you moan for him and fuck yourself on top of him.
You're so small compared to him, and everything about him is just so big. His hands, his thighs, his cock. He dwarves you, and he knows how much you enjoy it as you continue to seek out your high on top of him.
"I should put you up there more often. You are so cute, fucking yourself on me like that." He grunts as you slam yourself down on him once, picking up your weight again to keep going. "Fuck."
"I'm so close," you gasp, squeezing his cock.
He keeps at your clit, feeling how your walls flutter around him. "Cum for me, nwunye mara mma," he commands. "Cum for your king."
Your mouth falls open as loud, breathy moans leave you. You can't keep up the steady pace as your release hits you, spreading along your spine and branching out to your weakening limbs. It feels magnificent, the way he helps you through your orgasm with his circling thumb and his thrusting hips. You clench around him, though it's hard to control it with the way your pussy flutters. "M'Baku, myeni wam!" you cry out, rolling your hips on top of him once more. "Ewe, uziva umangalisa!"
M'Baku's body tenses when he cums. He grasps your hips tighter and pulls you down on top of him, thrusting his cock as deep as he'll go and groaning roughly. It's almost a growl of a sound as he spills inside of you, the warmth spreading in your belly as you milk his cock, taking every drop as you do it.
Your back arches as you ride your high before ultimately falling limp as the waves of pleasure die down to a gentle ripple. You lay on his chest, catching your breath as you close your eyes. You wrap your arms around his neck, your thumbs stroking his skin as you sigh deeply. He's still so deep inside of you, so hot and so filling.
"Kedu ka ị mere, ihunanya m?" he asks gently, his large hand stroking your back and keeping you warm as the winter air begins to set around you again.
"Emangalisayo," you sigh.
"Good." He cups your cheek to encourage you to look at him.
You lift your head, moving your hands to cup his own face. "I have to tell you something."
He smiles gently, "Hm?"
You kisses you deeply, his tongue licking your bottom lip. As you part from his lips, you hum. "Ndiyakuthanda."
He chuckles, bringing you in to kiss you again. "A hụrụ m gị n'anya," he says, his voice barely above a whisper but still so deep as it vibrates in his chest and into yours.
You melt against him, his hot body warming your own. "Well," you smile. "Glory to Bast."
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Used to This Feeling
Pairing: M'Baku x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, cockwarming, throne room sex, soft kissing, pet names, size difference, gentle dom!M'Baku
Word count: 0.4k
Kinktober Day 2: Cockwaming
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A/N: Next fic for my kinktober. I really like M'Baku, I hope he has a good role in the next Black Panther movie.
"Does that feel good my King?" You husk against M'Baku's neck as you sink all the way down on his cock. He wasn't sure about this when you first suggested it but he couldn't argue with it now. The moment you started grinding against his lap, making his cock stir as his hands grabbed your hips firmly, his muscles bulging as much as his cock.
"Can't you tell for yourself?" M'Baku smirked as he leaned up to capture your lips with his, his tongue pushing your lips open and sliding his tongue against yours.
You hum into the kiss, feeling his cock twitch comfortably inside you. M'Baku's lips travel lower, trailing your neck, mapping your bare skin, marking and sucking bruises as he goes. He doesn't normally go for daring things like these, preferring to keep your moans just to himself but he can't help buck buck his hips upwards, his cock dragging against your walls.
A low chuckle escapes him as you lower your head on his shoulder, lightly biting into him as you try to keep quiet. This seemed like a fun challenge for you at first, you thought you'd get him to break first, that he'd lift you up in his arms and flip you around, fuck you senseless. Instead he's smirking at you as you're the one losing composure on top of him as his hands travel across your naked back.
"What's wrong princess, you were so confidant a moment ago." His warm lips return to your neck, making your mind hazy from the warmth of his body against yours and the feeling of being filled to the brim by his dick, more then full, "Maybe this will teach you to try and get the better of me. In my own throne room no less. Don't you know there's only one King here?"
He punctuated that question with a long, deep drag of his cock. It made your eyes roll back as you ground your hips further down into his lap. M'Baku hummed, one hand on your hip and the other coming to rest on your cheek, enveloping almost the entire side of your face.
"I was skeptical before but now, I think I'd very much doing this daily. Just having you on my cock, holding you, kissing you, seeing you squirm in my lap just like this. You're a divine sight to behold darling." Thinking about it now that didn't sound too bad. Maybe you should make this a regular thing.
"As long as you promise to rail me hard later." He didn't need to promise that, it was a given. He always delivered on that front. You just wanted to make him groan and throb. You counted that as a win. For now.
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I'm somehow surviving NNN: M'Baku gets off of the to sight of your braids spilling out of your bun. His big hands cups your breasts as you bounce up and down on his dick. His tip is hitting your cervix everytime you goes down it. The mighty strong M'Baku can control his man into battle but can't control his moans. It didn't take long for you cum on dick as he cum in his queen's precious kitty.
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Ménage à Trois Part Deux: Chapter One
Hey there! Mholo! Sawubona! What’s been up??? I know y’all missed me, and I missed y’all too. I think I’m figuring out the whole work/life balance thing a little better, but I still have less time to write than I used to. That being said, it might take longer than before, but I just couldn’t wait to start this series finally! For those of you who are new here, welcome, and check out the first part of this series HERE before you read part 2. Also, check out my masterlist HERE to see my other stories.
Your feedback is always appreciated, so leave comments and please, please, PLEASE reblog if you like what you read. As always, just let me know if you want to be added to this taglist, and ENJOY!😘
Word count: 5,023
T’Challa looked out over the bustling Golden City and tapped his long, slender fingers against the side of his leg. An annoyed grimace tightened his handsome face while his eyes frantically searched the skies for even the tiniest hint of movement from the west. Even though the king desperately wanted to pace around the room, he stood still while his tailor put the finishing touches on his suit for the night. His agitation grew as the time ticked on, but despite his less-than-pleasant mood, he couldn’t help but admire himself in the mirror when he caught a glimpse of his reflection. The embroidered black ensemble he chose for the occasion covered his streamlined body like running water. The locs that usually dusted his jawbone were twisted back into an elaborate bejeweled bun, and he looked every bit a king.
A knock at the door eased T’Challa’s anxious mind for a second until his younger sister swept into the room in her suit that mirrored his, just with a silky golden scarf draped across her shoulders. T’Challa’s own shoulders slumped with disappointment, but he pivoted to positivity quickly enough for Shuri to miss his initial reaction.
“Look at you copying your big brother,” he teased her.
Shuri rolled her eyes as she crossed the room, but she still dapped him up in their special way. He was still her favorite person, no matter how much he annoyed her.
“Whatever,” she sucked her teeth. “I wear it better than you.”
“Who lied and told you that?”
“Zora. And she’s about as honest as they come!”
T’Challa’s jaw tightened at the mention of her name.
“Where is she, anyway?”
“Late,” grumbled the king.
“I should have known,” Shuri chuckled. “She also never gets anywhere on time.”
T’Challa grunted in response, and Shuri noticed the annoyance in his voice. She put up her fists, playfully tapping him on the shoulder with a weak jab.
“Come on, bro. She’ll be here. Chill out.”
“She’s two hours late.”
“Was there a problem with the opening?”
“No. According to Okoye and Bahati, they just could not pull her away from conversing with the crowd.”
The princess smiled.
“You know how Zora is. Or has it been so long that you’ve forgotten?” she asked him dramatically, with a hand to her chest.
“Just wait until you meet someone. You’ll finally understand why being apart is so painful.”
“It’s been two weeks, T’Challa. You’ve gone away for longer on missions before.”
“Being the one left at home makes the time move slower.”
“I guess.” Shuri shrugged as she plopped down on the end of the bed and began picking at her fingernails–an anxious habit that she rarely resorted to. T’Challa immediately caught on to her discomfort, and his overprotective nature flared in his chest. He hated when Shuri wasn’t her normal bubbly self.
“Something bothering you?”
“Just your mother.”
T’Challa laughed away the tension that had built in his shoulders just that quickly.
“What did our mother do this time, Shuri?”
The exasperated younger sibling groaned as she fell backward onto the bed, “She won’t stop trying to set me up!”
“Who is it now?”
“Nakia’s younger cousin, L’Nela.”
T’Challa’s face scrunched up disapprovingly. Even the tailor stopped moving the lint roller across the king’s chest to look at Shuri in disbelief before continuing his job.
“She’s not your type,” T’Challa stated as if it were the most obvious fact in the world.
“You know that. I know that. All of Wakanda knows that! But mother is horrible at lesbian matchmaking. Bast bless her for trying, but I don’t know how much more of this I can take, brother!”
“I will talk to her,” the king chuckled at her dramatics.
“Well, actually, I came to see if Zora would-“
T’Challa’s kimoyo beads chimed with the tone he had reserved for his love, and the communication bead rolled down into his palm.
“Speak, and she shall appear,” he grumbled as Zora’s hologram smiled at him apologetically.
“I know, I know, I’m late-”
“Two hours, Zora?”
“I couldn’t just cut off the Ghanaian ambassador and ignore the excited children, T’Challa.”
“Brother’s been in a sour mood all day,” Shuri tattled from her spot on the bed, and Zora chuckled before her picture cut out momentarily.
“What are you doing?” T’Challa asked with an accusatory tone, his eyes squinting curiously.
“Getting dressed-“
“Just now?! It’s a two-hour ride!”
“I needed a nap!”
“I tried to tell her,” snarked Bahati, now promoted to Zora’s assistant, as she helped her into her attire for the evening.
“Not you both ganging up on me! I can be late to my own damn event if I want to. And need I remind y’all I’m not even that late? We’ll be landing in a minute.”
“A minute?” T’Challa asked for clarification, raising a skeptical eyebrow.
“More like ten, kumkani wam.”
“Thank you for your honesty, Bahati.”
“Thank you for your honesty, Bahati,” Zora mocked. “You know, sometimes I think she’s your favorite.”
“It’s because she listens.”
“She’s paid to listen; I’m not.”
“Don’t I know it,” T’Challa smirked, and Zora mirrored the expression.
“I’ll be there soon, love.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
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Racing through the central African skies on the Royal Talon, Zora ended the call and allowed the makeup artist to touch up her gold eyeshadow while Bahati zipped up the side of her backless black jumpsuit.
She knew she was pushing T’Challa’s nerves by running so far behind schedule, but Zora liked it when he was all worked up about one thing or another. Granted, that wasn’t actually her intention this time. She really did get caught up at the grand opening of the new Wakandan International Outreach Center in Accra. Still, she recognized that she should have planned for that possibility instead of booking a gala immediately after.
After two years of working with T’Challa and foreign dignitaries to bring her vision to fruition, Zora was finally kicking off her student exchange program. One hundred students of all ages, fifty from Wakanda and fifty from across the diaspora, would trade places for a semester. Zora spent countless hours pouring over applications and hand-picking who she thought would benefit most from the carefully crafted program. Now the diaspora students were coming to Wakanda for a warm welcome.
As excited as Zora was for her exchange program to begin, she was running on fumes and needed time to relax and refuel. Not only had she just left Ghana, but she and T’Challa had just visited several Outreach Centers before that. Their trip started in Oakland at the very first Outreach Center. Then, they made stops in Houston, New Orleans, Chicago, D.C., and Atlanta before finishing their rounds in Charleston, where they met their goddaughter for the first time. Unfortunately, T’Challa couldn’t visit long because the elders called him away to handle a security problem near the southern border, but what little time he spent with the new addition to their extended family was more than enough to make an impact on Zora.
Indigo Ayers-Odun, daughter of Keisha and Dakarai, absolutely took Zora’s breath away. She was the best of both her parents, with her mother’s catlike eyes and her father’s broad smile. Zora and T’Challa were both tickled by how cautious the little girl was with them initially. Dakarai’s cautious nature shone through her before Keisha’s bubbly personality took over once she determined they were trustworthy enough for her to bless them with her laughter. She was a little miracle. One that captured the attention of everyone around her and made them wonder about making little miracles of their own.
Zora got caught up in the magic. As soon as she observed T’Challa playing with the infant, she began wondering if maybe the time was right to try for one. She thought of her belly stretching and her hips cracking to make way for a baby that she hoped looked like her twin, and a warmth filled her chest. Those thoughts didn't stick around long, though. They were quickly shot down by her logical mind telling her she was too busy for babies, but they still lingered in the back of her consciousness like a dull headache.
T’Challa noticed the way Zora’s eyes seemed to look past Indigo into the potential future, and M’Baku saw it when she called him on her kimoyo beads so he could see the baby while stuck in Jabariland. Neither man mentioned their observation, but they both held onto hope that they could become parents soon. They tried to hide their baby fever from Zora so she wouldn’t feel pressured, but she knew what they wanted. And as the days passed by, she wanted it more and more, too…
The thought of a tiny hand wrapping around her tattooed finger made Zora sigh as her eyes examined the design, and Bahati smiled knowingly at her friend.
“Missing your Jabari man?” she asked.
Zora simply nodded, not wanting to get too deep into the true reason for her melancholy.
“The gala will fly by, and you can be together after.”
“I know,” Zora sighed again. “I just hate having to treat him like a spare.”
“Zora, I’m sure he knows he’s not a spare. This is all just for show. It’s all politics.”
Zora glanced at herself in the full-body mirror, and a sense of déjà vu washed over her as she found herself transported back to her first morning waking up in Wakanda. She’d never forget the day that Bahati first gave her, Keisha, and that incompetent ambassador a tour of the country that she now called home. She had come a long way in just two, almost three short years. Zora was just an ambassador’s assistant when she first came to Wakanda. So much had changed in her life with that trip to Wakanda. It was supposed to be for a few short weeks, and she ended up falling in love with the country and two of its sons and sticking around. Now, Zora couldn’t imagine living anywhere else in the world.
“Don’t worry. Tonight will be a breeze,” Bahati reassured Zora as she gave her one last glance over to check for anything out of place.
Zora smiled at her friend and let the optimistic words wash over her. Tonight would be a breeze…
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Black students and their chaperones, journalists, and government officials from across the diaspora flew into Birnin Zana earlier that day, and each member of the royal family greeted them with a welcoming speech when they arrived. Shuri spoke of her excitement about sharing her technology with the brilliant young minds that had come to Wakanda. Ramonda spoke of how her travels with her late husband only gave her a taste of the outside world but encouraged the young Wakandans that would spend time beyond their borders to truly appreciate the cultural exchange. T’Challa ended the welcome brunch by telling them how the program came to be: Zora. He explained her absence and promised she’d grace them with her presence at the gala when she returned that evening.
Zora ensured each guest received a kimoyo bracelet complete with translator capabilities, and Wakandan tour guides were assigned to small groups of five to ten people. The following day, they’d all receive the same tour that Bahati and T’Challa gave Zora and Keisha when they arrived, plus more specialized tours based on academic focus. The Wakandan students would be greeted by their host communities in their own unique but similar ways. They mingled with their visitors with ease, and by the start of the gala, the only thing that separated them was the culturally specific styles of their formal attire.
The event was held in the palace courtyard, with the setting sun front and center for the guests to marvel at while they trickled into the space from their lodgings across the city. Zora had spent months working with a team of artists, contractors, and craftspeople to make sure the courtyard (as well as the entire palace and the visitor’s apartments) was perfect and to her liking for her visitors. Drummers struck their instruments with their palms in a high-energy rhythm that got the guests dancing before the event began. By the time the guests spotted the Royal Talon descending from the sky on the other side of the palace spires, spirits were so high that they erupted into applause that rang out loud enough for Zora to hear inside the aircraft.
She was a vision in black when T’Challa laid eyes on her as she came down the ramp, and as soon as she saw him, her face lit up. Zora ran to T’Challa and jumped into his arms, not caring about messing up their formal attire or makeup. Their lips locked in a wet embrace they had longed for over the past two weeks, and their bodies came alive at the other’s touch. His firm hands held her up and grabbed her cheeks to pull her body closer to his while her arms wrapped around his neck. Tongues explored mouths, and they breathed as one again.
Being apart for the past two weeks was rough for Zora and T’Challa. Seeing Indigo brought up a lot of emotions for them both, and being without their loves during that time made for some lonely nights. Kimoyo chats can only do so much, especially when Zora loved taking every opportunity she could to tease her man. Her fingers would explore her depths while she panted and moaned and called his name, wishing her walls were contracting around his girth, and he couldn’t help but stroke himself until he overflowed with passion watching her performance. He’d tell her what to do, and she’d become her bratty self instantly, forcing him to keep a running tab of her infractions.
There were eight.
Half of those infractions come from her insistence on not calling him by whatever name he allows her to at the time. Sometimes he wants to hear her call him the same name as the rest of the world, and other times he only allows “Sir.” When she wants to get under his skin, she’s always resorted to calling him by his title, and T’Challa kept count of four times when she chose to push that button.
Another three came from her refusal to take his directions. He told her to remove her panties; she pushed them to the side. He ordered her to stop rubbing her clit when she seemed like she was about to climax, but Zora did it anyway, a satisfied smirk on her face as her juices dripped down on her hand. Then, her striptease while the king was in a meeting with the council. Every few seconds, T’Challa’s kimoyo beads dinged with a picture that he dared not open until after the meeting, each one of her in fewer clothes than the one before. By the time he called her after the meeting ended, she was cumming all over her favorite vibrator and screaming his name in her soundproof suite on the Talon while he tried his best to maintain composure in the two free minutes he had in his schedule.
The last infraction was when Zora’s bratty side got out of hand. T’Challa had missed her usual before-bedtime call, and when he called her back twenty minutes later, Zora was tired and cranky from a long day of global politicking. Her attitude made her mouthy, and when she accused him of sleeping with his assistant, he’d had enough. The following day, she didn’t even remember their conversation, but the king had already begun plotting revenge.
Those thoughts of punishment disappeared from T’Challa’s mind when he saw Zora in the flesh again. His heart nearly stopped as he took in her curves, from the royal purple polish on her stubby toes to the tip of the beaded halo resting comfortably in her curls. His hands felt like they were glued to her ass, and he couldn’t help but squeeze it tighter and test the jiggle in his hands to make sure it was all still there.
Zora whimpered against T’Challa’s mouth when his fingertips got dangerously close to her lower lips, and his body responded with a rush of blood between his legs. He pressed his pelvis into her warmth and held her tighter while she gripped him as if he would ever drop her.
“Oh, my Bast!”
Zora pried her eyes open at the interruption and saw T’Challa’s new assistant trying her best to remain professional. The rest of the staff was used to their displays of affection and worked around them like it was nothing, but poor Kidada looked stunned to see her boss and king in such a precarious position.
“Uxolo kumkani–”
The two lovers cooled down and pulled apart with a chuckle, and the king waved off her nervous ramblings.
“No need to apologize, Kidada.”
She nodded and pushed her gold-rimmed glasses up the bridge of her round nose, looking away nervously while Zora and T’Challa were both swarmed by their stylists.
“How’s it looking out there?” Zora asked the assistant while the makeup artist touched up her lipstick.
“The visitors saw the Talon arrive, and they’ve begun asking for you.”
“We won’t keep them waiting much longer.”
“We?” T’Challa scoffed, and Zora cut her eyes at him, forcing Bahati to stifle a giggle.
“We’re a unit now, T’Challa, or have you forgotten your vows?” Zora teased, and it became T’Challa’s turn to cut his eyes.
“As if I could ever do such a thing.”
“I know, baby. You love me too much.”
“That and the eidetic memory,” T’Challa smirked, his eyes trailing up to the isicholo on Zora’s head.
His mind traveled back to the day he first placed it there as vividly as if he still existed in that very moment. The procession through Birnin Zana was more beautiful than anything he had ever seen until they made it to the palace steps, and he was allowed to turn around and face his future wife. The brightly colored flower petals that filled the air and covered the ground they walked on as they made their way through the city streets had nothing on Zora in her intricately woven purple robes and stark white wedding paint. Ramonda comforted Cheryl as they gave their children away to be married on the palace steps, and both mothers had tearfully proud smiles on their faces as the priestess declared their union to be blessed by Bast. T’Challa remembered hearing slight sniffles coming from Shuri’s direction, but he was too busy gazing into his new wife’s twinkling eyes as he secured her crown.
Zora caught him staring, but she knew where his memory had taken him. She reached out her hand to intertwine their fingers, and the swirling patterns that the tattooist etched into their skin the day they were wed completed the design in the way they intended.
“Let’s go,” she said with a soft smile.
T’Challa brought her hand to his lips and led the way out of the dressing room with Kidada, Bahati, and their Dora Milaje detail on their heels.
“My king, my queen,” Kidada rushed out as she followed behind them. “The queen mothers and the princess are already seated at the table, as are the council members, and the-”
“M’Baku?” Zora stopped walking and looked back at the assistant expectantly, but Kidada deferred to T’Challa.
“Zora,” he began, “he decided it would be best if he kept his distance. He sent Dembe in his absence.”
“Oh.” Disappointment weighed on Zora’s vocal cords like the heaviest boulder. “Is he ok?”
T’Challa sweetly cupped Zora’s face with the hand not interwoven with hers.
“He knew he could not remain professional in front of our guests.”
Zora nodded solemnly, and took a step forward, only to be pulled back into T’Challa’s embrace.
“My love, he-”
“I understand… it’s hard for me, too.”
He kissed her forehead, and the two of them took off again towards the courtyard with their entourage in tow.
Zora tried to go over her speech, but her mind kept wandering back to M’Baku. She couldn’t help but feel a little hollow inside every time he came up. That emptiness came not just from missing her Jabari man, but because, in order to build relationships with foreign dignitaries, Zora had to become something she despised: dishonest. More than telling simple lies, she had to hide a piece of herself because of her global peers’ conservative sensibilities surrounding non-traditional relationships.
Wakanda was already under so much scrutiny from the global press. The country’s name was being dragged through the mud by conservatives and liberals alike for their exclusionary practices, neither side of the political spectrum truly grasping the concept of reparations for descendants of chattel slavery. The United Nations was breathing down their necks for a taste of vibranium. Zora specifically had become the target of many a smear campaign calling her every foul name under the sun for “sleeping her way into the palace”—a sentiment that lost a news reporter in the UK his job when his boss mysteriously received pictures of said reporter in blackface taken just two years prior.
To Wakandans, and many people around the world with liberated mindsets, polyamory is just another way of life; there are also many who see it as unacceptable, especially when a woman has more than one man. The woman is considered loose and therefore unworthy of respect, and the men are seen as weak for allowing such a thing to transpire. As incorrect as that thinking is, Zora knew all too well the ass-backward logic of the colonized world, and it was her decision to keep the true nature of her relationship with M’Baku under wraps to be taken seriously. The world would at least halfway respect a gold-digger, but a whore, especially when in the body of a Black woman, was seen as nothing more than an object to be used. To only speak when spoken to and to not demand the respect said whore deserves.
That meant that while the visitors were inside Wakanda, the throuple was to act as a couple in public, and that M’Baku didn’t join Zora and T’Challa for diplomatic trips to foreign countries. However, when Zora chose to keep her other man from the world, she quickly learned that it wasn’t as easy as she thought it would be. In fact, it downright ripped her apart every time she had to restrain herself from holding his hand or planting a kiss on his cheek in specific settings. Every time Zora had to lie about their relationship or stop herself from touching him, her stomach churned at the lack of affection, but she’d always more than make up for it later.
Zora gave up on practicing her speech and let her mind wander to after the gala when the three of them would be together for the first time in weeks. She knew her guilt would make it difficult for her to accept the intimacy that M’Baku and T’Challa were undoubtedly about to lay on her for both her successful event and to celebrate their reuniting after her travels. She’d have to pay extra close attention to M’Baku, but as soon as she began planning all the things she wanted to do to him, the group arrived at the final set of double doors leading to the courtyard.
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The king and queen of Wakanda smiled so wide their cheeks hurt as they took picture after picture with their guests, much to Okoye’s dismay. She was on high alert, having so many foreigners in her home country, and although she loved the idea of the children coming to visit, she loathed the politicians and journalists that followed them. She didn’t trust them one bit, so she had her Dora Milaje, the palace guards, and the tribal warriors, on guard. Of course, each person had been vetted, and no weapons were brought into the country, but the warriors remained ready just in case something popped off.
The general scanned the crowd while Zora spoke to a twelve-year-old girl who was interested in design and had complimented her isicholo when she noticed the entrance to the gardens darken, and a prominent figure appeared from the shadows. Okoye fought a smirk as she continued to survey the space, and as soon as the young girl left Zora’s side, she leaned in close to whisper a message to her queen.
“Your husband is here, kumkanikazi wam.”
Zora’s face lit up, and she instantly began searching the crowd for his figure until she felt a nudge on her shoulder. She looked T’Challa’s way, and his eyes darted to the back corner as he nodded in that direction, having heard Okoye’s whisper with ease. Zora’s gaze followed his lead, and not a second later, her body felt flush as she laid her eyes on none other than the chief of the Jabari himself.
M’Baku stood near the entrance to the gardens wearing his chief furs, his large arm guards filling out his already massive silhouette in a way that made Zora’s mind go straight to the gutter. She felt a tingle between her legs at the thought of parading around his room in his furs while he was naked and tied down to his bed. The queen tried in vain to fight the urge to stare, but she was too weakened by his presence. He felt her gaze from across the room and looked away from his conversation with his liaison Dembe. Their eyes met, and it was as if the entire room had melted away. All that mattered was the man by her side and the man yards away from her. The only thing she felt was T’Challa’s warm arm sliding around her waist and the icy chill of M’Baku’s absence from her other side.
Always knowing exactly what Zora was feeling, T’Challa leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Now would be a good time for you to stretch your legs if you’d like.”
Zora tore her eyes away from M’Baku, and they landed square on the only man the entire world knew to be hers, a knowing and thankful smile gracing her plump lips before she met him for a chaste kiss.
“I’ll be back.”
T’Challa unhanded her waist and let her slip from his side, his eyes slyly taking in her figure in her jumpsuit as she sashayed toward the gardens with Ayo not far behind. He didn’t have time to daydream about what lay beneath the dark fabric because the U.S. Secretary of State dampened his mood by stepping into his line of vision.
While T’Challa was being hounded by Secretary Ross yet again, Zora slowly made her way through the room, stopping every few steps to mingle while she monitored M’Baku as she grew closer and closer to his warmth. When she stopped just four feet away from him to applaud a blended group of teenagers dancing together, he slipped away from Dembe and back into the gardens, causing Zora to smirk. So, he wanted to play games?
Zora glanced at T’Challa across the room to check in, and his slight nod gave her all the approval she needed.
“Ayo, please make sure we are undisturbed.”
“Ewe, kumkanikazi wam,” the lieutenant nodded and stood guard at the garden entrance.
Zora winked at Dembe as she slipped through the gate, and they sent back a knowing little wave as she disappeared into the shrubbery. The sounds of the party grew fainter with every step she took into the depths of the lush gardens until her stilettos became louder against the stone path than the drums in the distance. Zora’s feet carried her all the way there on autopilot, and when she rounded the last corner, her body came alive when a warm presence engulfed her.
It was a presence she knew all too well, one she had joined with before Hanuman in a ceremony that brought tears to her eyes. When she looked down at the large hands that had taken hold of her waist, a smile took over her face at the black ink embedded in the skin. His and her hands marked forever to solidify their union, just as her right hand held the same marks that decorated T’Challa’s skin. Her smile grew wider when he pulled her in tight and kissed her neck, his hands gripping the two strands of beads that decorated her waist given to her by her two husbands in a much more intimate exchange within the confines of her bedroom.
“You were great up there, my sweet,” M’Baku rumbled into the crook of her neck, and Zora sighed into the deep vibrations.
“How would you know? You missed my speech.”
“Dembe recorded on their beads so I could still watch you.”
Zora turned around in his arms and cupped his bearded face in her hands.
“I wish you could’ve been there with me.”
M’Baku kissed her deeply.
“I do, too.”
Zora reached for his hand and led him to her favorite bench in the entire garden. It had been carved from the trunk of an ancient tree that fell during an unseasonably powerful storm that blew through the night Shuri was born and placed in a secluded corner of the gardens. The carpenter paid extra close attention to detail when they made it, and Zora couldn’t help but feel drawn to it every time she entered the green space. So much so that M’Baku and T’Challa regularly found her escaping her duties by reclining on that very bench and soaking up the fresh air in silence.
“I have missed you, Zora,” M’Baku mumbled, his lips dusting over Zora’s knuckles as he planted soft kisses on her inked skin.
Zora’s lips met his before she could even think to preserve her makeup, and not seconds later, she was straddling his lap… until the sound of a shutter pierced the air, and a rustling of leaves forced them apart.
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Punishment (M’Baku x OC)
A/N: Had a lot of half written stories and most of them are angsty lol but this one is fun and random. First story back in a longggg time. Used an OC (my fav - Asha) but feel free to read it as a reader x M’Baku story as well. Enjoy!
NSFW Warning: BDSM
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Asha kept her eyes trained on the floor as M'Baku circled her like a predator after trapping its prey. She had failed him… disobeyed him. She knew trying to talk herself out of her punishment would be futile and only serve to upset him farther. So she stood, stripped bare, waiting for him to make his move.
Her voice hitched as she felt him press up against her back, his rock hard member pressed against her ass cheeks. She wanted to beg him for it, just a taste… a quickie. Anything. Her hips lightly swayed against him, her not-so-subtle attempt to distract him. He had had her on edge all evening, enjoying her torture throughout her date. And she only slipped up, given into her own pleasure, once. But it was enough for her to end up here completely at his mercy.
“That’s not gonna work tonight, usana. You know why you are being punished, right slut?”
“Y-yes, sir,” she whispered, his hot breath tickling her neck as he spoke to her. God this feels like torture, she thought to herself. But she knew this is exactly what he wanted. For her to ache for him so much so that she would take anything he offered, including this punishment. And she hated him for it, but he was right. At this point, she would gladly take as many spankings as he doled out as long as his hands were on her body some way, somehow.
“Tell me.”
“I c-came,” she whispered, her voice laced with guilt. “Without your permission.”
“That’s right. Next time, you won’t make that mistake again, will you baby?”
“No sir, I promise.” She still held some small ray of hope that the sincerity in her voice coupled with her ready and willing body would convince him to forgo the punishment and just fuck her brains out. But he snuffed out that light as quickly as it brewed.
“Get on the bed. How I like it,” he smacked her ass lightly, propelling her forward.
She scrambled to meet his order, sexily crawling to his bed and climbing on, giving him the deep arch in her back he enjoyed. M’Baku licked his lips as he stared at her perfect ass. He almost wanted to forgo her punishment and fuck her himself. But he knew that was what she wanted.
“20. Count them out,” he ordered.
Asha took in a deep breath, bracing herself. However, the hits did not come. Instead, she felt a finger dip into her pussy, which was dripping down with need. The threat of the spanking had turned her on more than she would ever admit. His dominance, his control over her - it was intoxicating. She moaned lightly as he pumped one finger in and out of her, his finger curling into her g-spot with every stroke. His thumb flicked her sensitive bud as he worked, pushing her up a mountain of desire as he went.
“F-fuck. T-that feels s-so good. D-Don’t stop. P-please don’t stop,” she called out to him, her words punctuated by moans and pants. She was so wrapped up in her pleasure that she forgot about her impending punishment. But M'Baku certainly hadn’t.
They had not been together long but he already knew her body like his own, which buttons to press and when she was close to her peak. And he felt it, her pussy clenching around his finger, the sign he needed that she was seconds away from asking for his permission to orgasm. And before she could open her mouth to ask, he removed his finger, taking her orgasm with him.
Asha could feel the pleasure slipping through her hands like sand, a frustrated groan escaping her lips as all the sensors in her body screamed at her for ending their pleasure early.
“Why did you st- OW!” She cried out as M'Baku interrupted her question with a loud and painful swat to her ass. “Fuck!”
“Count. It. Out. Or I start over and you do not want to test your king, do you?” he asked her as he brought his hand down again.
“No, daddy. I’m sorry! One!” She managed to say through gritted teeth. M'Baku’s physical strength and power showed with every single hit. He alternated ass cheeks and placement, ensuring every inch of her ass stung, that every inch felt his power. She steadily counted, her brain trying to focus on counting as pleasure overtook her.
By the time she uttered the word “twenty,” she was pleading to be filled. Like a starving woman waiting for her next meal, she felt she would die if he didn’t fuck her.
“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear. “You’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you?”
She nodded quickly, “Y-Yes, sir.”
“I knew you would, my love. I think you’ve earned a treat. Tell me what you want, baby?”
She felt his dick against her entrance, her mind almost willing him to ram it into her. She wanted to be fucked. Rough. Hard. Now.
“P-please… fuck me. I’ll do a-anything. Please,” she panted out.
“Anything?” He repeated as he lined himself up with her pussy. “I like the sound of that.” Without ceremony or warning, he rammed his cock into her, Asha letting out a loud scream, pushing her face into the comforter as he filled her.
He was not gentle. This M’Baku never was. His strokes were fast and rough, the lewd sounds of Asha’s moans and his body smacking into hers filling his bedroom.
“You like how I’m fucking this pussy, slut?” He demanded as his nails dug into the soft skin of her hips, knowing her skin would bruise, if only for a few hours.
Asha struggled to answer or even form words as he fucked her viciously. Her mind was a fog of pleasure and all she could do was beg for more, pant her thanks or moan in ecstasy.
“Oh fuck!” She cried out as his hand slapped her already-bruised ass, his silent demand for an answer.. “Y-Yes I l-love it. Harder!” She demanded as her orgasm built in her belly. “C-can I come, baby? P-please. I-it feels so good, please!” She pleaded with him.
M'Baku was no fool, he knew she was going to cum without or without his permission so he decided to just grant her her wish. She had taken him so well today after all.
“Cum,” he instructed, her body responding to his order as if he controlled it, her pussy immediately clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
“That’s it, baby… you look so good cumming on my dick.”
Her body writhed beneath him as he continued fucking her at superhuman speed through her orgasm.
“Whose pussy is this??” He demanded.
“It’s yours!” she cried out, tears springing to her eyes as she became overwhelmed by pleasure.
“Whose slut are you?” He asked.
“I’m yours!” She screamed as she tried to muffle her moans and pants into the fur of their comforter. “I-it’s too much, d-daddy… p-please,” she begged, tears sparking up in her eyes from being overwhelmed by pleasure. Her hand reached behind him and pushed on his chest.
M'Baku laughed, “You have one more in you, slut. I know you do,” he remarked as he swatted her hands away and angled his strokes so he could hit her g-spot every single time.
A thin layer of sweat covered her body as her pleasure crescendoed yet again far faster than she was used to. Her fingers gripped onto the comforter as if her life depended on it. She loved it when he fucked her like this, fast and furious from behind. But it felt like M'Baku was intent on not playing fair that night, intent on pushing her to her body’s limits. And that was saying something as her body did not have the limitations of a regular person. Soon, she found herself knocking on the door of yet another orgasm, this time too fast to even bother asking for permission.
M'Baku could see all the tell tale signs of her orgasm, her breaths had turned into pants, her toes curled, and her pussy clenched around his thick cock pushing him that much closer to his own climax. As he neared the finish, he reached around and rubbed her clit, Asha immediately dissolving in his arms.
Asha’s world went black as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced hit her, her body giving out from the overwhelming pleasure. She did not even feel M'Baku cum with her as he filled her pussy with his cum.
When she finally opened her eyes again, M'Baku was sitting watching her with a smirk. He placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder.
“Welcome back, almost had me worried about you for a minute.”
She laughed, “I don’t think I knew you could make me black out like that.”
He smirked, “First time for everything. Come on,” he held out his hand. “I ran you a bath.”
Asha smiled at his thoughtfulness, slowly sitting up before he swept her into his arms and carried her into their bathroom. He helped her into the hot water, the smell of eucalyptus and smoke - her favorite - filling her nose.
“This is very sweet,” she said, her voice raspy from their activities. “Thank you.” She settled into the bathtub, her head lulling back and her eyes falling closed. The warm water felt like heaven.
“How was that? Was I too rough?” he asked softly. The newly engaged couple were still getting to know each other, still testing each other’s limits and having fun doing so. Though M’Baku loved this particular fantasy and every moment of exploring it with his future wife, he wanted to make sure he had not taken it too far.
She let her head lazily fall in his direction, a content smile on her face. “Never. It was amazing. You are amazing. We should do that more often.”
“Good. We should explore that fantasy more often then,” he whispered as he kissed her sensually on the neck.
She laughed, “I very much like the sound of that. Thank Bast, we have all the time in the world.”
“Glory to Hanuman.” He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. “I’ll go make you some tea for your throat. I love you, usana.”
“I love you more.”
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A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! Exploring the idea of doing a short Dom!M'Baku series. Let me know if you're interested in being tagged. Thanks for reading!
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because the world needs more sub!m'baku...
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Who do you want?
Summary: M'Baku teaches a Jabari guard a lesson about who you belong to.
(The reader is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably black.)
(Content Warning: Squirting, praise, multiple orgasms, voyeurism)
(E/C) = Eye Color
Xhosa translations:
Sithwanda sam - my love
Ikumkani sam - my queen
Umntwana - baby
"Is this what you wanted," M'Baku asked, a big grin on his face as he watched you slowly sink down onto his cock. "You wanted attention, did you not, sithandwa sam?"
You wanted to answer, but found that you couldn't. His cock was already big and stretching your walls, but then the feeling of the Jabari guards' gazes on you was too strong to ignore. Letting out a gasp as you sunk lower, you opened your mouth to speak, but the only thing that came out was a whimper.
"Oh come on, ikumkani wam," he chuckled, placing a hand on your hip and another on your cheek, caressing it lovingly. "You barely have it in you? You can take more."
Nodding your head, you lowered yourself slowly, letting out more whimpers the more you went down till finally you were seated right on his pelvis, his pubic hair slightly tickling your clit. Other times when you two were together, he would have prepped you more and helped you out with taking all of him, but it was obvious he wanted to prove to the guards that you were his and his alone.
This is all began because one of his guards had found you attractive. You had noticed his attention on you for a while but never said anything, not wanting to get him in trouble. Today you had made the mistake of finding yourself alone with him and talking to him. He was quite flirty with you, despite knowing that you were M'Baku's wife, but you had ignored that and made the second mistake which was playfully flirting back with him. You were flirting with each other for a good little while when M'Baku had entered the throne room, wanting to make an announcement. When he saw how close you two were and how you were laughing with each other, he decided that it was best to postpone the announcement and instead make it clear whose queen you were and how no one could take you from him.
"Go on," he told you smugly, "Ride your king."
The feeling of your walls being stretched around him was too good, and you let out another whimper at the thought of his guards watching you ride their king like this.
Taking a deep breath, you gathered what little strength you still had in you and slowly lifted yourself.
"Oh fuck," you moaned, feeling the ridges of his cock rubbing against your walls beautifully. Once you felt only his tip sitting inside you was when you sunk back down on him, taking all of his length quickly back inside you, causing you to let out a yelp.
"Oh," he groaned, closing his eyes. The feel of your walls squeezing him almost made him want to pick you up and fuck you senseless but he tried to resist the urge, having a point to prove. "Go on, Sithandwa," he told you, removing the hand on your cheek and placing it on your other hip, giving you a gentle squeeze.
Knowing what that squeeze meant, you tried to ignore the burn already beginning in your legs and placed both hands on the sides of his throne. Faster than before, you lifted your hips, moaning at the feel of him rubbing against your walls, then quickly sat back down, taking all of his length back in you again. After that, you quickly found a rhythm, going up and down his cock, moaning and whimpering as you felt the familiar sensations of an orgasm beginning.
"How's it feel, Ikumkani wam," he spoke, giving your hips another squeeze to which you responded to by going up and down faster. "How do I feel inside you?"
"So good," you whimpered out, getting closer to your orgasm, already feeling it warm your body. "You feel so good."
He moved his hand from your hip to your ass, grabbing one of your cheeks and squeezing it firmly. "Cum for me, (Y/N)."
Going down again, you followed his command and with a loud moan that ranged through out the room, you came on his cock. The orgasm felt too good and too strong that you couldn't help closing your eyes from it, continuing to ride him through it, letting out loud whimpers.
"Good girl," you heard him tell you, before you felt his lips touching yours, giving a gentle kiss. "Keep going."
Following his command, you began lifting and dropping your hips faster, bouncing up and down on his cock, your walls squeezing him.
"Look at yourself," you heard him say, hearing slight amusement in his voice.
Wondering why he was amused, you opened your eyes and looked down between you two and saw why. Your pussy juices were leaking out of you and running down his length. The sight almost made you cum again.
"Come here," he said, and you looked up to see that he was looking behind you to one of the guards. At that realization, you felt your cheeks warm in embarrassment, but you still continued to bounce on him. You were so far gone in riding him that you forgot about the Jabari guards watching you two.
It was hard to hear them over the sound of your moans and whimpers, but you quickly heard the loud footsteps of the guard making his way over to the throne. You didn’t have to look over at him to know that it was the guard you were flirting with.
"Umntwana," he said softly, moving one of his hands from your hip and placing it on your cheek, meeting your gaze. His soft, brown eyes met your (E/C) ones and you could feel a warmth in your heart of how, despite this display of dominance, his gaze was full of so much love for you.
"Tell me-"
Suddenly you felt him thrust up into you, his cock going deeper inside you. The action made you let out a yelp and you closed your eyes in pleasure.
"Do you want him-"
He thrusted up again and you quickly felt the beginning of another and perhaps stronger orgasm starting. The feeling of it made you take quick breaths.
"Or do you want me? Hm?"
You opened your mouth to respond, but suddenly he moved both of his hands back to your ass and began thrusting up into you, knocking the tiny bit of breath that you still had in you, completely out.
"M'Baku," you screamed out, his cock going in and out of you fast, driving you crazy and making you hold on to the sides of his throne harder.
"Who do you want," he grunted out, squeezing your ass cheeks harder.
"You, baby," you yelled, your orgasm finally hitting you and hitting you extremely hard, your pussy spasming crazily around him.
"You belong to me, correct?" Even as you came around him, he continued to thrust up into you, making your orgasm last longer.
"Yes! Yes sir!"
You could feel your pussy becoming overstimulated from his cock and you let out a whimper feeling another orgasm quickly coming up.
"Cum again," he ordered and your body happily followed his order. You let out a scream as your pussy began squirting liquid onto him and soaking his lap. Your legs couldn't hold you up any longer and you let yourself fall onto his body, his hands still holding you.
"Oh yes," he groaned, thrusting his cock into you one last time, before shooting his cum deep into you, filling you up as much as he can.
You tried to lift yourself off of him, but you were too tired and worn out to lift yourself up.
"Was I too rough, sweetheart?" He asked, rubbing a hand up and down your back. Even though, he wasn't trying to, the sensation of his hand on your skin was too much and you couldn't help the whimper that slipped out of you.
"No, I'm fine. You were great."
"Good," he said, smiling down at you. "You may leave," he told the guards, still keeping a concerned and protective look on you.
The guards did not need to be told twice and they quickly exited the room, hurrying to go to who knew where, just as long as it wasn't in the room with you two.
The room was filled with peaceful silence as you both sat on his throne, your head laying happily on his shoulder and your arms were wrapped around him, while he continued to rub your back and hold you in his lap.
"M'Baku," you interrupted the silence. "You're not gonna punish that guard or do anything to him, right?"
"No," he told you. "But he will need to know and remember that you are mine, my love."
"Trust me. He will always remember." You didn't say anything else and let yourself drift off into a nap, while M'Baku continued to rub your back.
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so anyways
i dont think ill ever recover from this size dif
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Mount Jabari
Relationships: M’Baku x Black!FemReader
Rating: MATURE (18+)
Summary: M’Baku, Leader of the Jabari Tribe is one of the most frustrating people you have ever had the pleasure of meeting. He’s as annoying as he is strong and good looking. That alone should be enough to keep you from wanting to do anything more than bicker with him whenever you meet, right? You definitely haven’t developed any sort of feelings for him…right? Lol- WRONG!
Feel free to Reblog and Comment ❥ This should go without saying but DO NOT republish this somewhere else. Or I'll send The Dora Miljae after you.
Warnings: 🔞Mature Content ‼🚨READ THE TAGS🚨‼ Explicit Sexual Content, Cussing/Bad Language, Shameless Smut, Porn with a bit of plot, Some light choking, Sex, Enemies to Lovers if you squint, Size Difference, Overstimulation, A bit of fighting, A bit of fucking, Mild Spanking
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Okoye was right. M’Baku was an oaf; a big stupid musclebrained oaf- From the day that he came down from the Jabari Mountains to challenge T’Challa, to the day after the battle with Killmonger and the Border Tribe turncoats. As you’d come to tend to his wounds in the infirmary, he’d slowly looked you over and deemed you cute. It had to have been meant offensively because you had been glaring at him as you treated him for the minor cuts and bruising he had received. Your narrow-eyed glower of disapproval had only prompted a smirk from him before you went back to your task of stitching his shoulder.
“You can glare at me but you cannot speak your mind? What? Are you without your tongue?” He chuckled sarcastically.
Beside him, on the next bed, his lieutenant Kelechi and a few other Jabari warriors sounded off with low laughter as well. You always found it mildly aggravating how much they seemed to follow his lead in jokes without a single thought going on in their own heads.
You gave the Jabari leader a tight, forced smile. “I am not talking- Jabari-man- because I am trying to concentrate on my work so that you- and the rest of your coconut friends- can get back to the snowy mountains where you belong.”
“Ah, she speaks!” M’Baku crooned.
More laughter. Ugh.
“You need to work on your insults. Calling someone a coconut is hardly a good comeback.” He declared.
You rolled your eyes and spoke immediately without thinking, “I think that calling you a coconut is a perfectly valid insult considering your head is empty like one.”
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I guess nobody writes about Mbaku no more ..
#mbaku imagine#m'baku x black!reader#mbaku smut#mbaku x reader#m’baku imagine#mbaku#m’baku#m’baku x oc
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Kill Bill
Paring:toxic!letitia x blk fem!reader
I kept running but no matter how much I ran, I got nowhere. No exit no nothing. It was like a maze. I could hear her crazy ass in the distance dragging that 20 inch machete she called Richie.
"Sthandwa.....Ndicela ungandishiyi" She said in that deep husky voice that I used to love
Me and Letitia had been married for 5 years she proposed at this beautiful restaurant. All of my friends were there we met in college.
That was until she started to kill people I loved One By One.
She had this thing were she only wanted me to be with her 24/7 all day everyday.
She was OBSESSED
All this time I thought someone else were killing them and it was her the crazy part about it was she comforted me about it was there she was my shoulder to cry on
I followed her one night in my friends car and made sure I stayed far away so she wouldn't see me she ended up going to an abandoned warehouse she got out of the car and pulled out a machete from her car making sure no one was looking
Seconds later i heard dreadful screams from a woman but not just any woman it was my mother
I got out the car running inside the warehouse but it was too late she was dead.
Now I am here running trying to get away from this crazy bitch
After about a month, I saw on the news of an abandoned warehouse that had been set on fire and burned down to ashes. The location of the warehouse instantly let me know that it must've been Her.
7 months had passed and I had been making new friends. We decided to go to this new club where the owner was a woman. A new change. I knew feminists definitely partied there.
I was having way too many drinks when I heard my friends saying how the owner was hitting on me.
My vision was too blurry for me to see what the owner actually looked like but I followed her after we danced and talked about whatever. All I remember was getting into a car then blacking out.
I had woken up no too long ago in a wedding dress a white dress.
And now here I was, still trying to escape. She still sees us as being engaged and now we're supposed to marry. My god this woman is crazy.
I took a sharp a right turn only to meet a dead end. I was about to turn back when I saw her walking towards me grinning, showing off her pearly whites. Fuck.
She was walking dramatically slow
Her makeup was done with a flower crown on her head. She had on this beautiful white suit that was supposed to be her wedding suit I guess.
She towered over me
"Why'd you leave me and Richie Y/n... I waited for you. I waited so long for you, and yet you never returned for me. Did I do something wrong?" She asked me in a soft voice.
"I'm sorry Tish... I just, had to take a break I guess. But look we're together now." I said trying to sound confident.
I stayed silent. I didn't wanna say the wrong thing in case if it might trigger her or something.
Letitia dropped the machete and started kissing me again. She was shoving her tongue down my throat forcefully.
She slid her hands up my dress but i grabbed her wrist to stop her
She pulled back confused, "What? You don't want to make love to me? Am I not beautiful? Am I not enough?"
"No Tish it's not that. I just, I want to take it slow you know. We did just get back together."
She nodded and we both stood up
"You know where the bathroom is?" I asked patting down my dress a bit.
Letitia chuckled. She started laughing. She was laughing hysterically at this point.
"Y-you think I'm dumb?!" She said in between her laugh. She was full on laughing putting her hand on her chest and all.
"Please don't try the fucking bathroom excuse with me. What? You're gonna ask me where the bathroom is, I tell you, and you try to escape? I'm not a child Y/n. You can't leave. Not now not ever. Matter fact you're dying with me." Tish’s face instantly went cold as if a new persona took over.
As she was leaning down picking up the machete, I pushed her as hard as I could and I began running again.
I just realized that my dumbass didn't even pick up the machete. I was panicking.
Fuck fuck fuck! There's literally no where I can get out.
One more turn and she stood there with a machete.
I tried to run but my dress was pulled back slamming me into the wall.
She tried to stab the machete into me but I ducked down and the machete went through the wall.
Next thing I know she punched my face knocking me down.
She tried to get on top but I kicked her face making her fall down
I got on top of Letitia choking her. I choked her the hardest I could
Her face was slowly puffing up and getting red when I felt a pocket knife being stabbed into my left thigh.
"Fuck!" I yelled out in pain and held my left thigh.
She pushed me off of her coughing trying to regain her breath.
I tried getting up but she knocked me down grabbing out the knife from my thigh as well.
"Shit!" I cried out from the agonizing pain.
Right as she was about to stab me again with the knife, I backhand slapped the fuck out of her making her slam into the wall.
I got up and tried my best to run with me covering up the deep gash from my thigh.
My heart rate got higher. I looked behind to see her charging at me.
I tried running faster but that was obviously no use when I felt another stab to my shoulder.
She rolled me over getting on top about to stab me again when I grabbed her hands.
I used all my strength to turn the knife towards her and with one powerful push, the knife plunged into her collar bone.
I scrambled up and continued to run a bit but I felt Letitia coming from behind me again.
I could feel her getting closer to me
All I felt was her turning me around with full force and pushing me up against the wall.
I saw the machete go through me coming out out my chest.
She had also been stabbed since she had pressed herself against me.
Blood poring out of our mouths not being able to speak
Welp. I guess she won.
#shuri x reader#shuri x y/n#shuri smut#queen shuri#shuri#letitia wright#toxic!shuri#this is my first post#okoye x reader#ayo#ayo x aneka#smut#t'challa#m'baku
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Heyy! I would like to request smut including M'baku using his fingers please
I love your writing sm!
M'Baku Spreading You on His Fingers
Sitting on his throne with your legs spread for new King of Wakanda was an honor, you knew, but more then that it was about the way he smiled at you while he worked two thick, so damn thick fingers in and out of your pussy
It wasn't his status or his authority that got you to submit to his every whim like it, it was how good he was at what he did, at making you come like it was second nature
His other hand kept you still, hovering just above his leg so his fingers had plenty of room to move in and out as he pleased, as you pleased
You should have said no to this the first time, it was beyond embarrassing that you were on display in the throne room like this moaning your King's name like a bitch in heat
No, there was never any chance of you resisting his charm, his smiles, his jokes, his slightly goofy attitude and the smoldering eyes that followed you around
Fuck it felt good, knowing that you shouldn't be like this with him yet neither of you ever wanted to stop
M'Baku curled his fingers inside you, scratching along your front wall before he pushed you backwards, a high pitched moan escaping your mouth as you wrapped your legs around him, two fingers full as he lay you across the floor
He was determined to make you fuck yourself on his fingers just like this, just like you would fuck yourself on his cock
As you felt your orgasm building he added a third finger, your pussyhole stuffed full, fucked stupid and coming all over his hand and thighs
#m'baku#m'baku x reader#m'baku smut#m'baku imagine#marvel#marvel x reader#marvel x female reader#marvel mcu#marvel smut#marvel cinematic universe#mcu#mcu x reader#mcu smut
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Also… I’ve been working on my writing smut skills cause I want to be better and have been wanting to do a Dom! M’Baku smut series. I’m finally making it happen so let me know if you want to be tagged!
Because I’m me… there will be angst and there will be fluff but the center of the story will be smut lol
#black panther fanfiction#m'baku x oc#m'baku x reader#m'baku imagine#black panther imagines#black panther fics#black panther#m'baku imagines#m'baku smut#black panther fandom
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thinking about how m'baku most likely gets jealous anytime erik is around his girl. cuz he knows erik is attractive and the women in wakanda fall head over heels anytime he walks past but erik for some reason has sights on one person and it just so happens to be m'baku's person. he's not insecure or anything. he knows you wouldn't run off and leave him but he is a very protective and possessive man by nature so he'll make sure to have you reciting that you're his while you cockwarm him or he makes you say his name again and again while he goes down on you.
#m'baku#winston duke#marvel#mcu#black panther#black panther wakanda forever#wakanda forever#smut#m'baku x black!reader#m'baku smut#i need him more than i can explain#theeblackmedusa
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Woo
|I've been thinking 'bout you late at night I've been thinking only of you |
| These days you've been feeling lonely |
|Yeah, I've been feeling lonely too
I'ma fuck it up, won't you show me some? Run it back like you owe me some |
Riri's POV:
She had returned to Wakanda for a week, she was contacted by the outreach center and was asked to help the princess with some new invention. Of course she said yes.
If there was one thing she had been craving it was the Princess's attention. After being in Wakanda for 4 days and not even making it to any bases with Shuri, she was pent up.
She decided to drink, she went out to a local bar and just drank. Until she got enough courage to do what she wanted to do.
Shuri's POV:
It was 1 A.M. Who the hell was knocking on her door. She was awake working relentlessly on her laptop. She decided to put it down and see who was at her door. It was none other then Riri Williams, wearing a baby tank top and grey cotton shorts.
"Hey Riri do you need something-" She began.
"You. I want you. I've wanted you for weeks at this point Princess.." She wasn't as drunk as she would like to believe, but she did still feel brave.
"I'm not sure if I understand-" Shuri was cut off by Riri pushing her into the room, and closing the door behind herself.
She didn't know how to respond, her crush is standing in the middle of her room at 1 A.M. asking for her.
"I want to touch you. I want you to want me to touch you. So please baby, let me touch you." Riri pleaded.
"Let me take care of you kitty." Riri chuckled.
"Kitty?" She questioned under her breath.
Riri pulled Shuri over to the bed. "Take this off." Riri commanded, pointing to Shuri's night outfit which consisted of shorts and a bralette. Surprisingly, Shuri didn't listen. She remained silent
"Oh, so now don't you know what to say? I don't know if you caught on but I'm the boss right now. I have you in my hands. What you're supposed to do is listen to what I say. In this bedroom, you aren't the panther. You're mines, and that's it." Riri said with sternness in her tone.
"Okay." Shuri gazed at her.
"I want to please you baby, I want to make your mind go blank, I want to make you shout, I want to make you beg, I want to make you purr." Riri whispered in the girls ear.
That sentence alone made her head fuzzy. She didn't want to admit that she had been waiting on this for a while. However she still had dignity, and she wanted to challenge Riri.
"And what if I don't? Are you going to try to make me?" She smiled widely at her, laughing a bit.
Riri malfunctioned a bit, this wasn't going to be as easy as she thought. All her preparation went through the roof, she could no longer make calculations. She just had to keep the rhythm.
"I.." Riri rubbed her hands together a bit and chuckled. Her previous attitude seemingly disintegrated.
"See how fast things can happen. Sit down, it's my turn now." Shuri said, coming off a bit aggressively.
Riri indeed listened, and sat down on the ledge of the bed next to Shuri.
"I want you to say sorry for talking to me so sternly, I am a Princess after all." Shuri looked deep into Riri's eyes as she spoke, their lips were so close to each other Shuri could hear her heart beating, quicker and quicker.
"N-..No " Riri stuttered out, this would be a game of who would give out first.
"No? We will see about that." Shuri began to lightly kiss Riri's neck.
"Well at this rate.." Riri mumbled the rest under her breath.
"What did you say?" Shuri clawed her her back a bit, just enough to inflict a bit of pain.
"Nothing!" Riri shouted arching her back, her breath hitching.
"That's what I thought. Now, where would you like me to touch you?" Shuri asked.
"Everywhere." Riri said blankly, however it was an honest sentence. The wanted the Princess's hands everywhere, she just wanted her touch.
"Well I'll start here." Shuri grabbed Riri by her belt loops, pulling her closer. She began to knead the girl's waist. Shuri connected their lips.
Riri suddenly felt very confined by her clothing, jeans and a button up wasn't the best option.
"Let me take this off." Riri groaned slightly. Moving back a bit, she sit off her pants and began to unbutton her shirt.
Shuri got inpatient, and ripped the shirt causing the buttons to pop off. It all happened within a second, she has been really taking advantage of her newfound strength.
"You could've waited.." Riri look down at her exposed black bra, she took her arms out of the remnants of the shirt.
"Maybe I didn't want to." Shuri quickly unclipped Riri's bra, she let her eyes linger on her matte skin.
Riri avoided eye contact as Shuri stared at her. Right when she began to lose focus, Shuri began to suck hickeys onto Riri's chest and collarbone.
"What if I want to wear a tanktop or something, I don't things like this are seen as decent around here, especially on me." Riri said trying to back up a bit, But Shuri quickly grabbed her waist pulling her closer.
"You need to learn to stay quiet, you know it is the middle of the night and my room isn't soundproof." Shuri said standing up, and spinning Riri. She pushed her to the middle of the king sized bed, making her wait.
Shuri took off her outfit, she let her shorts drop to the floor along with her top. Once she was done, she stood at the ledge of the bed and began to crawl towards Riri like a predator to its prey. Riri stared in awe, her chest began to rise and fall faster.
"I thought you were the boss here? Now look at you, running on my time. I'm going to give you 2 options, you can say sorry for your attitude and we can have fun or we will sit here until you do." Shuri smirked has she whispered in Riri's ear.
Riri sighed, she took the first option. She had been waiting for this for too long to let it go in the drain over pettiness.
"I'm sorry for my attitude baby." Riri said sultry, trying to motivate Shuri to touch her
"Good girl." Shuri tapped some buttons on her kimoyo beads, and some music started to play. The first song was "Woo by Rihanna" Riri had introduced her to all kinds of artist, one being Rihanna.
"You really liked that stuff I sent you huh?" Riri asked with a giggle, suddenly the lights adjusted as well, from a dim orange to a dark red.
You could feel the tension in the air. Suddenly their bodies were layered across each other, their lips were inseparable. Their hands urgently wandered each others bodies. Shuri's veiny hands made their way to Riri's clit, lightly brushing over it.
"Fuck Princess.." Riri said lowly as she shuddered.
After that movement, Shuri moved lower and soon enough her fingers were covered in wetness.
"You must've wanted this really bad." Shuri spread the wetness around the girls thighs, Riri was more aware of how wet she was.
Shuri dipped a finger into Riri, it slid in with no resistance at all. Riri let our a melodically soft moan, she sounded like an angel.
"That's not enough.." Riri spoke slowly.
"Who are you to tell me what's enough?" Shuri said seductively as she sunk another finger in, making a scissor-like motion as she spread the girl apart.
A small cry escaped Riri's throat, Shuri wrapped her hand around the smaller girl's neck.
"I thought I told you to stay quiet, next time you get that loud I wont be as merciful." She curled her fingers inside the girl.
Riri felt her eyes drift backwards into her head, she felt her nerves being exploited. If this was merciful, there is so way she wanted to see her mad.
Shuri began to massage Riri's clit once more, it made Riri choke on a cry, struggling to stay quiet.
"You know what you're doing.." Riri was barely able to get her sentence out. As Shuri continued to attack her.
"Do I?" Shuri pulled out slowly and quickly slammed back in.
Riri's back arched as she was put right on the cusp of orgasm. "I'm almost there." She moaned out in bliss.
"Go ahead, come baby. Keep your eyes on me." Riri finally peaked, her eyes fluttered and she moaned loudly as Shuri continued to rub her through her orgasm. She was sure someone had heard her at that point, but the only thing she was focused on was her pleasure.
Shuri removed her fingers and Riri sat up, looking at her.
"I haven't forgot about what I said." Riri pulled the panther closer to her.
"I'm going to do everything I said I would do." Riri began to leave wet kisses on Shuri's neck, leaving hickeys every other kiss.
"Good think I just washed my turtlenecks.." Shuri said as the shorter girl continued to abuse her neck. Shuri was calm until Riri decided to bite the sweet spot in her neck which caused her to cry out.
"Told you, and you thought I was going to be loud." Riri teased.
Riri had a one up on Shuri in one field of study, Anatomy. Riri knew all the erogenous zones, and she was going to use this as an advantage and an experiment.
"This is going to be fun, make sure you keep quiet Kitty." Riri let her hands travel between Shuri's thighs, as she parted them she smelt a light musk.
She palmed the wetness between the Princess's legs. She heard a whimper, she thought that Shuri had complete control over herself. Turns out she wasn't as strong as she appeared.
"Can you just touch me?" Shuri said.
"I am touching you, you have to do better than that, how about you beg?" Riri offered.
"What do I look like? Begging you, never." Shuri argued.
Suddenly Shuri cried out again, Riri somehow tangled her hand in the panthers hair and began to lightly pull. Ever since Shuri became the Black Panther, all her nerves and senses have been heightened. Especially the ones on her scalp, recently just getting her hair braided caused many sensations. She told Riri all about this, and now she was starting to regret it because this would surely put her into submission.
Shuri shuddered, tears almost pricked her eyes as a response to the sensations. She groaned, gripping onto the nearest thing, which happened to be Riri's thighs.
"Something you wanna say Kitty?" Riri laughed as she spoke, she talked so innocently but she new how much this effected Shuri.
"Mm- Please." Shuri whimpered out, she didn't really know how to beg if she was being honest. She was used to things being handed to her and Riri didn't like that, Riri liked to make her work.
"Uh uh, try harder then that. This is your last chance so get it right." Riri spoke with tightness in her tone.
"Please, let me go Ms. Williams. Please touch me, and fuck me, and do all the things you said you would." She moaned as Riri loosened her grip.
"Good job, see how easy that was." Riri tugged at the Panthers clit. Shuri felt her mind go blank for a second, all she felt was warmth and comfort.
"Can you do that again please!" Shuri continued politely, not wanting to cause Riri to stop.
Riri continued and stroked the girl's clit, as she slowly inserted 2 fingers. Shuri's leg shook, she was already really close because of all the previous stimulation.
"I'm gonna come soon. You can slow down." Shuri pleaded.
"How about no, I know it's not a word you hear very much but it's one of my favorites." Riri felt powerful, she had one of Wakanda's strongest forces in her hands, and she had total control.
As Riri continued to pump her fingers in and out of Shuri, Shuri finally fame and it crashed down on here like a wave. Riri continued to stimulate her as she orgasmed, causing Shuri to shout. She no longer cared about anyone who could hear. She was more focused on every touch, it was almost too much.
Riri soothed Shuri as she came down from her high, at this point they were both sticky messed so Shuri presented the idea of going to shower. She conveniently had her own full bathroom.
Shuri and Riri both finished showering, Riri put on some of Shuri's clothes, while Shuri put all of their dirty clothing into a bin. By this time it was about 2 A.M.
"Hey you can stay here if you'd like. There isn't really. reason for you to go, you will be at the lab anyways tomorrow." Shuri invited.
"Sure, we will have tons to talk about at the lab tomorrow." Riri said as she crawled onto Shuri's bed.
"I bet we will hear a lot of things too, specifically from the Milaje. There's no denying anything, the dots or easy to connect, or should I say the bruises." Shuri joked, laying next to Riri.
"Maybe we will have to wear those turtlenecks." Riri responded, laying her head on Shuri's chest.
Soon both of the girls fell asleep.
Next Morning, Riri POV:
She was awakened by a knock on Shuri's door, both the girls seemed to rise at once. Even after the whole night it would be even more obvious something was going on if she was seen leaving the future Queen's bedroom.
She tried to think of a solution but by that time it was too last, M'Baku was standing in the doorway staring at the 2 girls laying together
"My sister! Oh wait till I tell everyone about this!." M'Baku shouted, however that's how he always talked.
"Shut up gorilla man! You won't be telling anyone. If you do I assure your consequences will be grave." Shuri said harshly.
M'Baku just laughed. "You have been summoned to breakfast, feel free to bring your girlfriend." M'Baku continued to cackle as he walked away
"You don't have to come, or tell people about this really." Shuri looked over at Riri talking slowly.
"Don't worry about that, I'll come to breakfast. If we continue to do things like this, or even advance in this relationship. Might as well give people something to suspect." Riri crawled over Shuri, standing up.
"It would be nice if you could walk me to breakfast." Riri grabbed Shuri's arm pulling her up.
"All right." Shuri stood up, guiding Riri out of her room and toon the dining room where they had dinner at, it was quite a long walk because of the sheer size of their home.
She door made a loud noise as 2 guards opened it for them to walk in. The some of the Dora usually dined with them in the morning, so Shuri wasn't surprised when she seen Okoye, Aneka, and Ayo at the table along with M'Baku.
Ever since the passing of Queen Ramonda, M'baku and the women of the Dora Milaje had become Shuri's new family. There was a cloth draped over the chair where her mother used to sit, it made her heart sting a bit.
Shuri walked to the table and pulled a chair out for Riri as well and they both sat.
"Good Morning Young Panther, and Ms. Williams." Okoye said like she had know that Riri would be joining them, and she probably had.
"Good Morning." The girls said in unison as butlers brought out everyone's plates, setting it on the golden tray in front of each seat.
Shuri would see Ayo and Aneka whispering and giggling to each other from across the table.
"Is there something you would like to share?" Shuri said sharply, Riri began to notice that Shuri was not a morning person.
"Is there something you would like to shake, Miss Allergic reaction? Aneka responded.
Riri giggled a bit at the joke.
"I know you aren't laughing, I believe you two must have the same allergies. Matching bruises." Okoye glared at the girls.
"They had a time last night! They actually made some of the guards worried. I never would've taken Ms. Williams as the last night type." M'Baku laughed as he spoke.
"Well I hope these 2 young women aren't distracted from their responsibilities." Ayo quickly said.
Shuri sank in her chair from embarrassment. Riri just laughed along with everyone.
This was going to be a long breakfast.
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Preview! “Shadowed Beneath Our Hand”
A little sneak peek! Getting new stuff prepped in time for the “Wakanda Forever” premiere. This will be out at the end of the month.
C.W.: NSFW. 18+. Smut.
Summary:
King M’Baku, leader of the Jabari tribe high in the mountains overlooking Wakanda, has a lot on his mind lately. His beloved wife and confidante Ayomide is expecting twins in two months, adding a total of nine children to his growing brood. He is also licking his wounds after losing Challenge Day and a chance to take over the lands beneath him. When a Jabari fisherman arrives at the palace with a catch he was least expecting to pull out of a river, M’Baku is thrust into a position he never thought he would find himself in: Decider of the fate of Wakanda.
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"The ladies on my elbow ain't for the show
Every madame on my team is a top general, oh
Got to be ready for war, war
Should they get into my door, door?
Get 'em, we'll get 'em, I know that we'll get 'em
Cause I lived through this shit before, oh
I'm a Classic Man
You can be mean when you look this clean
I'm a Classic Man
Calling on me like a young OG
I'm a Classic Man
Your needs get met by the street, elegant old fashioned man
Yeah baby I'm a Classic Man"
Jidenna – "Classic Man"
M'Baku Òkè of the Jabari tribe slumped down low on his throne, rubbing the injured knuckles of his left hand. Swollen and still bruised, he grimaced from the pain radiating all across his massive body. More than anything, the biggest ache he nursed was his shattered ego. None of his royal attendants made eye contact, fearing his mood. Even his most trusted guards avoided stirring up his wrath over the public defeat at the hands of the Panther Tribe's new king, T'Challa Udaku.
He stepped his solid frame down from the throne, shaking his thick thighs as he ambled behind the royal seat and looked down through the glass floor. A giant gorilla carved out of the mountain held part of the palace above the clouds and he gazed into the cloud-laden abyss below. Hidden underneath was Wakanda, the land that could've been his. How bold he had been to show up! No Jabari king had ever come down the mountain for centuries, but M'Baku had the urge to flex his might for his people. The Panther tribe moved too recklessly before the death of King T'Chaka and M'Baku was set on smashing their endless hereditary rule by snatching the throne away and returning the whole of Wakanda back to the traditions they once held before vibranium took over their culture.
Ah, there!
An opening in the clouds gave M'Baku a peek at the tops of Warrior Falls. The place of his crushing defeat. He sighed. Only the great God, Hanuman, knew why he could not beat the spoiled prince. The moment M'Baku held T'Challa's waist in a powerful hold and bashed his face bloody with the gorilla mask, the Jabari king knew he'd won the fight. The prince was no match in stature or strength, and yet somehow, under the gaze of Hanuman, Bast, Sekhmet, and the ancestors, Prince T'Challa claimed his throne, rendering M'Baku a failure before his people.
His council of elders chastised him for wanting to go down the mountain in the first place. His beloved wife, Ayomide, warned him about seeking a foothold in the world below them. Her belly stretched with two of his babies resting inside of her womb and she fussed at him for daring to mingle with the flatlanders.
"You are a fool to go there," Ayomide grumbled at him.
Lying on their warm bed deep inside of their mountain chamber, M'Baku rubbed her stomach and cooed gentle words to their twins who gave up kicking their Mama's insides to get her attention. Ayomide glared at him with blistering heat behind her eyes. She had the nature of a goddess and the beauty of a darkening sunset. The woman also carried the wisdom of the elders he admired in his council, and he often conferred with her before making any decisions for their people. He stroked the skin of her arm and stared into her dark, flashing eyes.
"It is time they witness the might of the Jabari," M'Baku proclaimed.
"Why get mixed up with those people? They are not worthy of our security and happiness if we take over ruling them. We are too different," she lamented.
"There is a new day coming, my love. I should be the one to lead it."
In his mind, M'Baku wanted to lay Wakanda at his wife's feet. She endured an eighth pregnancy carrying two children this time, and her patience was not what it used to be with him. He was even made to use concubines to pleasure himself because she refused to make love to him with his mind on humbling T'Challa and the Wakandans. Inside their bedchamber, he lifted a lover chosen by her, up and down on his tree trunk thighs, parting the wet folds of pliant pussy as she reclined next to him, watching the interaction and guiding the other woman on what to do to please him.
The girth of his dick wore out the concubine, and she whimpered with glassy eyes, staring at his wife while he thrust up into her, his heavy balls slapping against her ass. M'Baku allowed the woman to rest on his broad chest and he leaned over to kiss Ayomide, but his wife turned her head away playfully and squeezed her full breasts for him to keep his arousal going. He preferred to make love to her, spooning behind her and plunging into her slick, engorged heat while rubbing on her burgeoning belly. He could cum so fast just from rocking into her wide backside for five or six shallow strokes. She punished him instead by giving him one of her trusted concubines. Ayomide indulged in lovemaking with other women that they often shared. However, since her latest pregnancy, he only wanted her to himself. Talks of facing T'Challa cooled her ardor, and she sent him her favorite women to play with.
Alas, T'Challa humbled him before the world. Ayomide would probably put him out of her bed and cut off her women for him out of spite.
M'Baku concentrated on the sun dropping lower on the horizon. He spread out his large hand, letting it cover a portion of the Wakandan territory that should've been his at that moment. It cast a shadow on the glass, reflecting his meaty fingers back to him. From his position, he embraced the sensation of floating on the clouds above the world. Such a tiny-looking nation from where he perched hidden behind his hand, so high in the heavens. Yes… heaven. Eluigwe. That's what the Jabarilands were. Wakanda, no matter how technically advanced and powerful they were, couldn't compare to the mountain of heaven that cast shadows over them.
M'Baku balled his hand into a fist. He was still the Jabari king. He was still the leader of a mighty nation. Another snow cloud drifted across the vast swathe of mountain sky, and the first gentle flakes of fresh snow fell to add more powdery layers to the accumulated inches that arrived after his humiliating defeat.
"Eze M'Baku…"
The timid voice of a male attendant broke into his reverie. M'Baku turned and Nebechi, his favorite throne room assistant, held his hands up in deference.
"What is it?" M'Baku said.
"My Eze, your wife, Eze Nwaanyi Ayomide, is here to see you."
Nebechi stood with downcast eyes, his bulky body just as large as M'Baku.
"Tell her I am busy," M'Baku said, turning back toward the window, watching the snow flurries increase.
"You will do no such thing."
Ayomide's voice startled him. M'Baku cut his eyes at Nebechi for not warning him that the Eze Nwaanyi, queen, was already there. He waved an agitated hand at Nebechi, and the man scooted away quickly.
The queen stood near his throne with two female attendants and her personal consort, Ijemma. M'Baku could not tear his eyes away from his wife. The glow of her pregnancy made her seem otherworldly. Nubian knots were twisted and decorated with moonstone crystals with hints of blue deep inside the alabaster color. A long robe made of reddish-brown antelope hide and decorated with a fluffy fur collar protected Ayomide and their babies as she moved around the cooler parts of the palace and her treks outside. He noticed the melting flakes of snow glistening around her shoulders. The other women had on coarse leather coats and furry boots decorated with dark glass beads.
M'Baku lumbered his body over to Ayomide and held her outstretched hands. He kissed her cheeks, then her lips with passionate affection. Her demeanor was pleasant and for once since his return from Wakanda days before, she smiled at him. He leaned over and kissed her consort on the cheek, and Ijemma bowed to him.
"You have graced me with a smile, my love. Am I forgiven?" M'Baku asked.
Ayomide smirked, then rubbed her belly with tender hands.
"You are the king of kings, my husband. I cannot stay cross with you forever, so I came to spoil you with my affections. Ijemma is here with me, so we can all spend some time together. I can pamper you and she will please you in my place."
"The babies are being difficult today?" M'Baku asked.
She sensed the disappointment in his voice. He wanted to pleasure her alone and make up for his rash decision to fight on challenge day.
"There is some discomfort. When there are two instead of one, things exhaust me faster," Ayomide said.
"My Eze, M'Baku, if you wish for me to not share your bed with you and the queen tonight, I can come another time when you need me," Ijemma said.
"Whatever the queen wants, I will do," M'Baku said, staring at Ayomide with longing and lust.
"How you like to be with me… with all of this astounds me," Ayomide said, palming her belly with exaggeration.
M'Baku nuzzled his beard against her face, his fluffy lips seeking her lush mouth.
"Easy, my love," Ayomide said, catching her breath after he released her lips.
"Come, you shouldn't be on your feet much longer. I'll take you to our bedchamber and we can get you comfortable," M'Baku said, cradling her hand.
"Two more months and they will be here, and I can have my body back to myself," Ayomide teased.
"Eze M'Baku!"
Otito, his lead guard, ran into the throne room, shaking snow from his wide shoulders. His leather and furs showed everyone that the snowdrift had stayed for the evening. His fur boots were packed with icy whiteness. Out of breath, Otito waved toward the entrance.
"A fisherman found a body down below and brought it here," Otito rushed out.
"Someone drowned in the waters?" Ayomide asked.
Otito shook his head and M'Baku became worried. Otito was not one to act flustered and excited about anything.
"Please, come see for yourself!" Otito said.
M'Baku followed his guard out of the throne room. Three more guards waited just outside of the door, their faces displaying bewilderment.
"All this for a body fished out of the river?" M'Baku barked.
Ayomide and her women followed him and M'Baku kept a gentle hand over hers, not walking too fast to exhaust her. They moved through the wide halls and made their way to the palace entrance, which was in the shape of a giant gorilla head. More guards stood at the palace entrance with the snowfall covering their bodies.
"Eze M'Baku!"
A young Jabari fisherman with a strong back and strong features lugged a heavy sled behind him. Instead of cold fish caught for him to sell at the market, a body covered in snow and thick furs rested on it.
"I found him. He washed up on shore. He may be dead…."
The fisherman explained his situation, but M'Baku pulled back the furs.
"Glory to Hanuman," M'Baku huffed out.
There, in the falling snow, covered in patches of crystalline ice, with bruised flesh and a fresh stab wound on his side, laid the King of Wakanda, T'Challa Udaku.
"Is he dead?" Ayomide asked.
"Take the queen inside, now!" M'Baku ordered.
Ayomide's attendants and consort ushered his wife back through the gorilla head. M'Baku towered over the young fisherman.
"Tell no one you found him," M'Baku said.
The fisherman nodded. M'Baku's mind spun in a thousand directions. How did this happen to T'Challa? The great Jabari king himself had only fought him a few days ago. Was he assassinated?
M'Baku reached down and touched the new king's skin. Frozen and hard like the ice he floated in before the fisherman pulled him out. The Jabari king quickly covered T'Challa's body.
"Take him to my Hall of Meditation. Let's see if we can save him," M'Baku commanded.
The king's guards took the sled away from the fisherman and pulled it east toward his private spiritual retreat.
"Go with them. They will return your sled and furs, and remember," M'Baku pointed a threatening finger at the man, "not a word to anyone."
The fisherman held up his hands in deference and scurried away, tugging down on his coat to keep the snow from freezing him more. A cold sensation chillier than the snow crept over M'Baku. If T'Challa was near death, and put that way on purpose, who was leading Wakanda? The girl child, Shuri? Ramonda? M'Baku stomped his way through two feet of snow to the Hall of Meditation. T'Challa probably wouldn't make it through the night. He would worry about Wakanda later.
Hope you enjoyed the preview!
#Shadowed Beneath Our Hand#M'Baku#M'Baku Fanfiction#Wakanda Forever#Black Panther#Black Panther Fanfiction#M'Baku Smut#Uzumaki Rebellion
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