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[wakandanmoonchild]

I don’t even know what to call this but here y’all go.

Warning: Dr. Chadwick A. Boseman

Breathe. Just breathe. You can do this. You adjust your skirt for the thirtieth time and knock on the door. A muffled voice bids you to enter and you poke your head into the large office.

"You called for me sir?" The butterflies in your stomach are obviously trying to escape the way your stomach is churning. Your professor is sitting in his leather chair slashing red marks across some poor soul's final exam paper. Please don't be mine. Please don't be mine. Please don't'- 

You're jarred from your thoughts by your professor's gruff voice."Come in, come in. Don't just stand there propping the door up," he says still intent on failing one of your peers. As you step inside your anxiety spikes and you almost turn around and leave. But grandma didn't raise no coward so you make your way to the single chair in front of his desk.

"Dr. Boseman, what is this about?"

He pushes the paper to the side and leans back in his chair and looks you from head to toe. His eyes travel so slowly across your form, taking in every detail of your appearance and you suddenly feel naked. "Sir..?"

"Y/N, you have always been a good student. I thought you took this course seriously but this…this…this travesty that you turned in yesterday? It makes me want to reconsider allowing you to be my TA."

The air is suddenly gone from your body at the raw disappointment in his voice, "Dr. Boseman-" you weakly try to interject but he holds up a hand, effectively silencing you.

"I don't want to hear excuses, only resolutions." He steeples his fingers together under his chin and waits.

And waits. You don't know what to say. "I would do anything to keep this position sir, I learn a great deal under you-"

"That was exactly what I wanted to hear Y/N. Now, lock the door and come here."

With shaking hands you do as he says and then slowly walk around the desk to stand in front of him. You knew what was coming next.

"Take off your clothes." He leans back in his chair, getting comfortable.

Your heart rate skyrockets at his raspy tone and your fingers shake as you unbutton your shirt.

"Slowly." You pussy clenches when he reaches up to help push the shirt off your shoulders, the feel of his fingers against your naked skin feels electric. You've fantasized about those fingers for countless hours during lecture and now those same long, elegant hands are cupping your breasts through the fabric of your lace bra. He traces his fingers across your collar bones and you shiver at the light touch. Your eyes slip closed as he thumbs your nipples to hard points through your bra and you reach back to unclasp it giving him full access to your skin.

"Keep going, I want to see all of you," he murmurs slowly, and if his arousal wasn't already clear in his voice, the growing bulge in his slacks spoke for itself.

You unclasp your skirt and it falls to the floor with a hushed swish. You weren't wearing panties. The arousal is heavy in the air as he considers your naked form. He slowly unzips his pants and draws out his thick, erect cock. You bite you lip as you watch him stroke himself twice before running his thumb over the head. Your legs squeeze together as you feel your wetness sliding down the inside of your thighs. Oh fuck, I want it in my mouth.

"Do you want this Y/N?" he continues playing with the tip of his cock as he watches you squirm. "You have to ask for it."

"Dr. Boseman, please fuck me," you feel so dirty for asking like that but the way his hand squeezes his cock at your words sends a thrill up your spine.

He raises his hips and pushes his pants down before kicking them off. When they're out of the way you drop to you knees between his legs and lick at his heavy balls. First you suck one in your mouth and then you try to fit both but he's too large. You moan in frustration before licking up the length of his dick, from root to the tip where a drop of pre-cum is pearling.

As you lean over to lick it off he cups your face, "look at me." When you make eye contact he guides your head down and you swipe your tongue out to catch that salty drop. With one hand he grabs the base of his cock and guides it to your waitng mouth. You open your mouth eagerly and he feeds you his cock, inch by thick inch. He's so big but you get to work slurping up and down his shaft and using your hands to get what won't fit in your mouth.

"You're so good," he groans out before dropping his head back against his seat, "such a good girl."

His praise motivates you to take him further down your throat. Saliva slips down his cock and your chin and you use your free hand to massage his balls. You feel his balls start to tighten and suddenly he grabs your head and pulls away, squeezing the base of his cock hard.

"Ah, ah, not yet," he grunts out. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and try to catch your breath.

He pulls you to your feet and kisses you hard, his tongue tracing patterns across your teeth. You cling to his body, rubbing your wetness on his thigh. You have no shame as you ride his thigh in search of release. You want him inside of you already, but you'll settle for what you can get from him. He sucks on your bottom lip, and the lowers his head to plant kissees down your neck.

You're beginning to get impatient and you tug on his hair, "Dr. Boseman-" Your words turn into a whimper as he bites down into the skin above your left breast.

He turns you around and presses your body against the cool surface of his mahogany desk. "And I thought you wanted to please me Y/N…" he lightly caresses your bare ass before delivering two swift smacks to each of your ass cheeks.

"Ah! I do…please! Dr…-" he spanks you a few more times, taking pleasure in the way your ass jiggled under his hands. He squeezes your ass before parting your cheeks to get a look at your glistening snatch.

"So wet, babygirl," he thrusts his dick against your folds, teasing you as you squirm against him. You look back at him silently pleading with him to fuck you. His eyes are impossibly dark as he kicks your legs apart, spreading you wide open for his use.

He lines his dick up and pushes in slowly. Inch by fucking inch. Torturing you with slow shallow thrusts. You wiggle your hips and push back hard pulling him deep inside you. He licked a stripe from your shoulder to your ear, "hold on."

He pulled out to the tip and slammed back in causing you to cry out. He repeated the process two then three times before his thrusts evened out into a hard fast pace. You were a mess of moans and unintelligible words, he was driving you crazy.

"Fuck. Do you know how you looked? Coming in here with that short little skirt," he pants out, angling his dick to hit that spot. The spot that made you squeeze your eyes shut. The pleasure was too much. Your fingers scrape the polished wood of his desk as you try to move away. "I can't…"

"There's nowhere for you to run Y/N. Take. It." He punctuates each word with a deep thrust.  He slips a hand between your legs and rubs your oversensitive clit. Tears stream down your face as your body convulses and your pussy tightens around his cock. You drop your forehead to the desk with a soft thump as you ride out the waves of your orgasm, "Dr. Boseman..."

"That's it baby," He pounds into you harder trying to reach his own peak. The bruising grip he has on your hips grounds you and you push back against him, "Dr. Boseman…" you moan out continuously squeezing your pussy around him, trying to make it as good as possible.

He hisses when he feels your walls squeeze tightly around him, "Come on now," he huffs against your ear, his pace faltering as he fucks into you a few more times before pressing himself balls deep into and just grinding as he pumps you full of his seed. The weight of his body is comforting against yours as he breathes heavily against your neck, peppering the skin there with small kisses.

He eases off of you and you grimace as you feel his seed start to trickle down your thigh. He flops down to the floor and guides you down with him, resting your head on his chest. Fuck!

You smile sleepily up at your lover, "Chadwick, that was amazing. I might even call this your best performance in a leading male role to date."

His shit eating grin tells you that he agrees but he can never help himself so he adds, "That's Dr. Boseman. Never forget it woman."

"You a whole ass mess Chadwick. You got that degree less than twelve hours ago and you're already wildin'."

His laugh is so contagious and before you know it the two of you are rolling around laughing naked as the day you were born in y'alls home office. He snags an arm around your waist and kisses you, "I feel secure in life knowing I'll always have the love of my life around to keep me humble."

Your heart feels so full and you smile against his lips, "Chadwick…that's…I love you too nigga."

AN: I forgot who wanted to be tagged so i randomly tagged some ppl and then gave up. Please forgive me y’all

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[wakandanmoonchild]

Professor Boseman got me like...

🎶let me love you down, even if it takes all night

Ooooh oooohh ohhhh...

And all your friends think I’m just too young for you but I can do what girls your age can do🎶

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[kumkaniudaku]

Mama

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mama’s! I also hope those who may be experience tough mental states during this time were able to be surrounded by light and love. I care about you and your cute face. 

Little giggles and warnings to be quiet filled the kitchen of the Boseman home, the mid-morning sunshine lighting the brown faces huddled around the counter. The youngest of the group was the only member not covered in one of the ingredients sprawled across the marble surface. On a regular Sunday morning, the area would be kept tidy as CoCo moved around her sanctuary with trained precision to prepare breakfast for the family. But, for one of two special mornings during the year, Chadwick and the kids snuck around to beat Tasha to the punch and do the heavy lifting.

“Daddy, I don’t think Mommy will like this. It looks...nasty.”

Genuine shock flashed across Chadwick’s face before his booming laughter rang out.

“Does it really look nasty, Princess? You tellin’ me you wouldn’t eat some of your mommy’s favorite french toast?”

“Only if mommy makes it. This looks like sad pancakes.”

Chadwick took a look at the dish and silently agreed. 

Tasha had an affinity for brandy soaked French Toast from the moment her late grandmother allowed her to taste a piece when she was young. The dish was always reserved for special occasions and, in special cases, a session of lovemaking that was too incredible to overlook. When CoCo made them, the golden brown pieces of bread sat on the most expensive plates in the house covered in granny smith apples and syrup in all their glory. After Chadwick had taken his stab at the recipe, the results weren’t nearly as picturesque.

Instead of pillowy slices of challah arranged expertly on the plate, Tasha would be met with slightly mushy apples atop pieces of toast with varying shades of brown and the occasional speck of black. The recipe called for two tablespoons of booze, but without the patience to decide if the tablespoon he used was enough, Chadwick opted for a full shot from his wife’s “special” shot glass.

Micah was right. With the bread soaked in alcohol and apple juice, the french toast did look like sad pancakes.

“You know how you didn’t wanna eat broccoli and cheddar soup because you said it looked like snot,” Chadwick asked Micah who nodded in response. “But you liked it because I made it taste good! Well, your mama will like this because I made it taste good even though it looks like snot.”

“And because she thinks we’re cute?”

“Especially because she thinks we’re cute.”

The slow creak of a door opening above their heads made Chadwick wink to Micah with a smile.

“Mama,” Noah exclaimed, clapping his hands together to mimic the way Tasha would greet him with the good morning song and dance.

“I like the way you think, AJ. Let’s go feed Mama.”

Serving tray in hand, Chadwick helped Micah make careful steps up the stairs and to the room. Tasha’s conversation beyond the bathroom door was unusually groggy and slow with morning drowsiness. Some clever planning from Chadwick kept CoCo up past her self-imposed bedtime to buy time for breakfast prep the next morning. His efforts were paying off.

“Yeah ma, I don’t know where they are. It’s too quiet in here,” Tasha informed her mother over the phone.

“Well are you gonna look for ‘em?”

“No. Hopefully they’re out getting my gift. I’ve been dropping hints about an upgraded wedding ring.”

“You haven’t even been married a decade yet.”

“So? A girl could use new diamonds!”

“That boy spoils you rotten, child.”

“He does and I love him.”

Chadwick caught the small sigh on Tasha’s end of the conversation and smiled. She’d been dropping more than hints and the ring. She was making her way into the “let me come out and say it” category day by day.

“It doesn’t matter what I get anyway. I’m more interested in your reaction when you get your gift! I told Daddy to record it.”

“That must be what he’s calling my name for now. I’ll call you with the verdict later.”

CoCo exchanged goodbyes with her mother before dipping into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Her absence gave Chadwick and the kids enough time to slip into the master bathroom unseen and set up her Best Mom Ever surprise. The moment her trophy was placed on the bedside table, CoCo opened the door.

“Happy Mama’s Day!”

A broad smile stretched across CoCo’s face as she clutched her chest and admired their excited faces.

“My babies! Is this for me?”

“Yeah! We got you gifts and a trophy and breakfast!”

“Well I’m excited. Show me what to do!”

While Micah gave her mother instructions, Chadwick took his moment to pepper Tasha’s cheek in kisses.

“Happy Mother’s Day, baby. You the best.”

“Ooh does that mean I got my ring?”

“Of course. I installed the new doorbell last night.”

Backing away from his kiss, Tasha made her disgust known. “Get away and give me my son!”

“Ah don’t be like that, Cookie!”

CoCo playfully shooed her husband away and took her spot in the chair beside their bed to wait for whatever Micah had in store. Her first gift came in a ornate, handmade frame.

“This one is from Noah! It says I love you Mommy.”

Tasha took a look at the rainbow of unintelligible signs and shapes and smiled. “I see the vision. It’s abstract! Thank you, Chunk,” she cooed as she brought Noah up to her lips for a kiss. “What’s next, Mikes?”

“I gots the best gift for you from me. Open it, open it!”

Micah couldn’t stop dancing while she watched Tasha carefully pull apart the ribbon adorning a slender, Tiffany blue box. Tasha fully expected another charm bracelet, but the actual gift was nothing short of confusing.

CoCo looked to Chadwick for answers and received a secretive smile in return.

“What is this baby girl?”

“It’s a magic wand because you’re magic! And it’s glass so that it sparkles.”

The explanation made CoCo melt in her seat. “You think I’m magic?”

“Yeah! You do all the cool stuff like cooking and playing dress up and taking pretty pictures and teaching me how to read. You’re like a fairy!”

“Oh my...I’m gonna cry. Come here, sweetie.”

Micah rushed into her mother’s arms for a huge embrace that seemed to last forever.

“I love it so much, Munchkin. I’ll keep it forever and ever. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Micah exclaimed, unaware of the emotional roller coaster she’d just gifted Tasha.

“Whew, the WATERWORKS. Can you beat that Daddy?”

“Actually,” Chadwick answered, dramatically drawing out the word. “Let’s take a break and eat breakfast. I made you famous brandy French Toast.”

“Mmmm, I-.” Tasha’s face dramatically changed expressions as she watched a steaming hot plate of mush be placed in front of her. “This looks...food-y.”

Chadwick caught the hesitation in her sentence and smiled, “We know it doesn’t look as good as yours, but we know it tastes good.”

“And we’re cute!”

“You guys sure are that. I guess I should dig in?”

“Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!” Micah danced and chanted as Tasha attempted to cut through the thickest and, somehow, driest portion of the bread.

All eyes were on her to watch for her reaction. She chewed and chewed...and chewed some more until she had small enough portions to swallow. The sting of potent bourbon nearly made her choke, but she smiled through the reaction.

“Does it taste good, Mommy.”

“Mhmm,” she answered through pursed lips. “Hey, Mikes, Daddy forgot your being me water. Can you bring me a water bottle from the kitchen?”

Micah jumped at the opportunity to be helpful and dashed out of the room. Once she was out of earshot, Tasha’s eyes grew wide.

“Babe, I think I’m drunk! Did you soak it overnight?!

“I may have gone a smidge too hard but the cinnamon flavor is there right?”

“Hell if I know! I can’t taste anything past liquor,” she laughed. The sound drew Noah’s attention and he craned his head around to kiss her lips. “No, no, baby. Can’t have you tipsy at 9 in the morning.”

Chadwick couldn’t help but laugh at his blunder, but chose not to comment. Instead, he chose to take a seat beside her in the bed and pull out the gift hidden in his pocket.

“Since I did less than stellar with your favorite breakfast, I figure I’d give you this to make up for it.”

He presented her with another Tiffany blue box and Tasha immediately knew that was inside. She rushed to pop the top and squealed when she was met with a beautiful diamond with an engraved band.

“Another wedding band? I’m so surprised! I would have never guessed.”

“Yeah right,” Chadwick mumbled. As soon as the words left his lips. Tasha covered them in kisses.

“You the best, babe. I love you.”

“I love you.” A second kiss cake right as a flash of fluffy coils came rushing in to join the rest of the family on the bed. Tasha quickly received the cold bottle before welcoming Micah into her arms.

“I love you all so much. Thank you for being my babies.”

“It’s our pleasure,” Micah affirmed, snuggling closer to CoCo.

The room filled with laughter from wall to wall as they enjoyed time together. Tasha didn’t need flashy gifts and trophies on a holiday to know that she was loved. In her mind, the three versions of her heart was enough to make every day worthwhile.

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[thekrazykeke]

I am suffering from writer’s block as everyone well knows by this point. 

I’m desperate for more Black Panther films but it's a ways off, again. *weeps bitterly* Regardless of anything though, I’m still part of this fandom and because I don’t want to forget my love for this movie, I think it’s important that I once again power through the ‘block. Also, because I’m kind of a straight up slut for drama and angst, and although I don’t always like or agree with canon, I do want this to be sort of canon-ish going forward. Because I’m also a sucker for fics where the black reader or OC becomes an influential person or Queen; we deserve it. 

My suggestion for this chapter is to listen to Queen Naija’s Karma. 

P.S. Gramercy Tavern is a real place in NYC and the price on they food made my wallet shrivel up. And this chapter is kind of a filler, I know, but I think it’s important.

i. ii. iii. iv.

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You felt as if you’re stuck in a dream. 

A really, really wonderful, fantastical and naughty dream. Or you were lucid daydreaming for like, weeks, in order to cope with the horrible relationship you’d been stuck in with Andrew. 

‘Shit, that got dark.’ You idly thought to yourself, shaking your head faintly. 

“--re you even listening to me?!”

Checking out your nails, you inwardly muse that you’re overdue for a manicure. “I’m listening to you, Mother, but the truth is, this conversation is tiresome and repetitive.” Glancing at the other woman at the corner of your eye, you note that your mom is faintly frowning in your direction, her wine mostly left untouched, her ruby red shrimp plate nibbled on, a clear indication of her mounting frustration. “Besides, do you truly think now is the time to be discussing this...?”

Letting the words hang, you turn your attention back to your beet salad, taking a bite; the explosion of flavor from the hazelnuts, crisp apples and romano salad dressing all the more delicious because you’d won this round. After a moment or two, once it sunk in that you’re now actively ignoring her (even more), your mother followed your example and went back to eating, thank God.

Getting an invite to have lunch with your mom at the Gramercy Tavern should have been the first red flag that something is up. 

Frugal by nature, just like your father, you’re grateful that she hadn’t suggested dinner. As it is, sitting through two courses and maybe dessert, being chided by your maternal figure of authority under the guise of motherly bonding and concern would undoubtedly leave you feeling hollow and exhausted by the end, if either you or she didn’t storm out first. It’s looking more and more likely that she’s gonna leave first, and have you footing the entire bill.

Once the two of you polish of the iced island creek oysters, and the waiter took the plates away, she sighed heavily. “I just want what’s best for you, you know?” There’s a pause and then she continued on when you didn’t say anything else, merely fingering the stem of the wine glass. “I don’t want you to throw your future away for a mistake. Just think back to the happier times, the two of you would make a wonderful husband and wife...”

Snorting, you took a sip of champagne, resisting the urge to roll your eyes just barely. “Andrew had no intentions to marry me.” 

Before she could interrupt and try to twist things again, you powered on. 

“He really didn’t. Not sincerely. I was his fall back option, I see it now. We knew each other since we were kids, we more or less got along. The natural next step should be marriage, and those first couple of years living together, maybe that was the case, but the years dragged on and on and on....” 

It’s a sad realization to come to, but it bolsters you, gives you courage, relief, strength, in order to look at your mother who stares back at you as if she doesn’t know who you are. 

“....I deserve better.” You stated simply. “And after nearly falling into that trap, of nearly marrying someone who wouldn’t uphold a single one of those vows, I’m glad, no, I’m grateful to find someone who walks with me through the dark, who stands with me and treats me with genuine kindness and respect whether or not I decide to be intimate with him, who doesn’t tell me to be less or more, who won’t force me to change to suit some preconceived notion of who I should be.”

Flustered and now getting angry, she began to scowl, “Y/N...”

“Thank you for lunch.” You interrupt, already standing from your seat. “I love you, mom, but let’s not do this again for a long time.”

Although it hurt you to do it, because you genuinely do love your mother and want her to think of you as a good daughter, you walked away from the table and ignored her furious whisper-yells of your name. As soon as you stepped out the door of the restaurant, you lit up. 

Leaning against the sleek black car is T’Challa, hands shoved down in his pockets and looking like something straight off the cover of a GQ magazine. You’d half jokingly let him know earlier that day that you might need a rescue and hadn’t thought he’d actually...to think that he’d come all this way...

“I figured you could use a ride. It’s going to rain after all, my lady.” He opened the door for you with a slight flourish, the dork.

“Mm, such a gentleman you are.” You teased as you climbed inside. He closed the door and went around to the driver’s side.

“I’ll be anything you want me to be as long as I can be called yours.” With that heart stopping statement, he brushed his lips against yours. Hand cupping his jaw, you kissed him back for a moment, lingering. 

The air felt electrified, charged. 

You swallowed thickly and still your throat felt dry. 

“That works for me since I’ve been yours practically since our first meeting.” It’s a whispered confession and regardless, T’Challa still heard it. His eyes sparked with undisguised relief, joy, and all consuming want. Legs squeezing together unconsciously, you glance to the side because it’s still a bit daunting to be looked at like that. 

As if you’re the only thing he could ever desire or need and if he didn’t have you, he’d die.

T’Challa let out a quiet, frustrated sound and then muttered underneath his breath about getting you home. The car purred to life and as he took off, just as he said, it began to rain. 

[captainsaveasmut]

Tease Me (III)

Pairing  》 T'Challa Udaku x black!plus-size reader

Synopsis 》 Y/N is in the mood for a little teasing but goes a little too far

Warning 》 smut / explicit language

[Part I] [Part II]

"That smart mouth of yours is what keeps you in trouble. Let's see if you can put it to good use."

He loosens his pants, never taking his eyes off of you. Your eyes shift back and forth between his eyes and his thick print that is protruding through his tribal pants. Once he loosens them, he glances at his print and looks back at you, raising his eyebrow. A bluff gesture to see if you were up for the challenge or a signal for you to get to work. You kneel on the ground, smirking; mouth level to his crotch. Your eyes plead for him to remove his pants and underwear for you since your wrists were still bonded together by his tie. He happily complies, slowly pulling them down until his dick sprung free from its confines. Your throne, your scepter stood at attention for you. Its tall, girthy member made your mouth water and you wasted no time taking him down your throat.

His grunts and groans fill the dining room as you work your mouth up and down his shaft. You would’ve appreciated if you could use your hands to work the base of his dick while your mouth focused on his sensitive tip, but the "handcuffs" prevents you from doing such, so you just suck his dick halfway, slowly making your way to his base. T'Challa, however, had other plans. He grabs a fist full of your natural hair and plunges his dick down your throat; fucking your mouth vigorously. Your eyes water and saliva spill from the corners of your mouth, like a waterfall, as you gag on his full length. T'Challa was being more aggressive than usual but, mama didn't raise no bitch. You composed yourself and took him like a champ until he was spilling his seed down your throat. "Swallow it. All of it."

You obey his command (for once) and down his cum, opening your mouth afterward to reveal its emptiness. T'Challa gives you a pleasing smile and helps pick you up off of your knees. He takes your face in both of his hands and kisses you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue. Your natural instinct is to wrap your hands around his neck but that damn tie held your wrists hostage. He releases his lips from yours and stares at you, smirking. "My dear you are a mess..." It's true. You looked busted. Your coily hair was frizzy and all over the place, the light makeup you put on for the brunch was blotchy and smudged, your eyes were watery, and a thin coat of saliva and cum remained on your chin. But to T'Challa you were still undeniably beautiful. "...too bad I'm not done with you yet."

With that, he swiftly turns you around and pushes you down onto the dining table. He kicks your legs apart and rubs his wet tip in-between your folds. "You've been very disobedient today, my queen. I never knew I could elicit such explicit behavior out of you. Not to mention in a public setting. We could've been caught, but that didn't matter to you, eh?" You sigh in response, wanting him to insert himself inside of you. You move your hips against him, craving more friction but T'Challa smacks your ass hard and grips your hips, keeping you still. "Ah-ah-ah. You've had your fun. It's time for the king to be in control."

He teases you by stretching your opening with his tip, then slowly inserts himself in you, making you feel every inch of him slide inside your wet hole. He filled you so deliciously. Your slick walls automatically grip his dick, eliciting low moans from the both of you. T'Challa slowly strokes you, making sure you felt every bit of him, then he began to quicken his pace. He tightens his grip on your hips as he began to thrust into you. "I know you love it when I am rough with you entle. Do you love it? Do you love it when your king shows you no mercy eh?" You answer in vocal moans that spilled from your lips like water.

With one hand he grab a headful of your hair and pulls you up from the table, while the other hand wraps around your waist, keeping you steady. You pull at the tie wrapped around your wrist in desperate need to hold something. He was so deep inside you; his tip grazing your G-spot with every thrust. It felt so fucking good; it was sinful. You felt your pussy constrict around him and your legs weaken as your orgasm neared (and the heels you were wearing didn't seem to help your balance).

"T-T'Challa, I'm about to cummm!" "I don't think you deserve to cum yet. Hold it."

But it was already too late. T'Challa's final thrusts before slowing down were enough for you to come undone. You moan out in ecstasy as the warm, leg-weakening sensation radiates all over your body. Your legs slightly shake as you come down from your high. "I see you still don't know how to follow simple instructions..." T'Challa whispers as his lips lightly dance over the nape of your neck. He roughly slaps your ass as punishment then removes his (still hard) dick out of you and slid it in between your slick folds, rubbing it against your sensitive bud. While he teases you, he undid the tie, freeing your red, swollen wrists from the confines of the cloth. “Turn around." You did what you were told and T'Challa sits you on top of the table.

You lay back as T'Challa takes one of your legs and put it on his shoulders, leaving the other spread open on the tabletop. He grabs his dick and teases your clit again with his tip before slipping it back into you. Your back slightly arches off of the table as he entered you, already building up a fast pace. "You are going to learn to stop being so disobedient, even if it takes all day. I'm King T'Challa for Bast's sake! I can handle it, but I don't think you can. Can my Queen's pretty pussy handle the Black Panther? Tell me you can handle it Yn... tell me." Ever since you introduced T'Challa to American ebony porn, he's been picking up on the male dirty talk and you LOVED it! "FUCK!"

Uncontrollable profanities fly out of your mouth as T'Challa fucks you like the Black Panther he is. You grip his forearm and arch your back off of the table as he thrust deeper into your passion. The sound of moaning, groaning, slapping, and gushing filled the dining room. You were sure a passing pedestrian would hear the naughty shenanigans going on behind the grand doors. Your second orgasm was close to making an appearance and T'Challa's wasn't too far behind. "I'm about to cu-umm..." T'Challa begins to rub on your clit; quicken your orgasm. "Cum for me entle. Let it go." After T'Challa gave you permission, your orgasm came in like a flood and all you could do was ride the wave.

Your body shakes and bucks from the overstimulation as you cum. The constriction of your pussy was enough to send T'Challa over the edge, having him quickly pull out and spill his seed all over your breasts and stomach. You both remain in your positions, trying to catch a breath. T'Challa takes his tie and cleans the cum off of your body."Mmm... my love, if I knew we were going to get this nasty I would've been disobedient a long time ago." T'Challa chuckles at your teasing as he helps you off of the table; handing you all of your clothing. 

"Mhm. You are just lucky you did not get us caught."

"We didn't need to get caught. We pretty much told the entire kingdom what we were doing", you smirk.

"Perhaps we did. They should be thankful. At least they know we are striving for an heir." You shake your head at him as you walk out of the dining room, hand in hand with your husband, your King.

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Late (7.4)

T’Challa X Black Reader

Warning: Angst, Cursing

Note: Reader works for the Udakas as an International Political Advisor. The attraction has always been there but neither every acted on it. Will it be too late?

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“You do not have to accept it. I’ve done it.” You responded.

“I do have to accept it. You forget this is not America. This is Wakanda. I am the King of Wakanda. I have the say of what goes on here.” He informed. You turned to look at him and saw his authoritative face had returned. There was no vulnerability on him. He straightened his posture and clenched his jaw. This was The King you were speaking to now. Not the man who’d just eluded to the fact that he loved you. Not even the man who had your juices smeared across his lips not too long ago. He was King T’Challa.

“I reject your resignation. You will remain here.” He ordered.

“I will not. You can’t do that.” You protested like a child.

“I can and I have. I am the King of Wakanda. What I say the people have to do.” He cockily said. You narrowed your eyes.

“I am not Wakandan, as your council love to remind you, I am an outsider. I do not have to do what you say.” You declared showing the backbone your father built in you from when you were old enough to walk.

“You are in Wakanda though and you signed a contract. If I understand correctly and I do, the contract says that the only way you are to vacate this position is if the King is displeased with your service and voids it and your services, or death. Otherwise this contract is standing for it’s duration which I am sure the black and white says 10 years.” He raised, never backing down. You opened your eyes wide.

“You can’t do that…don’t do it.” You said in a strangled voice. Complete shock he would do this.

“Seeing as you are not dead and I have not voided the contract you are still contractually bound. You are a lawyer I am sure you know you are legally bonded to.” He added. You felt the air being sucked from your lungs.

“Don’t do this, please don’t do this.” You pleaded.

“I am the King, you serve Wakanda and me at my pleasure. Therefore that means you are not going anywhere.” He finished. You glared at him and if looks could kill he would be dead.

You backed up a few steps. You were in complete disbelief how this flipped. You were supposed to have the upper hand.

“Don’t do this T’Challa, please don’t do this.” You begged tears beginning to spill onto your cheeks.

“It is already done.” He responded with a stern voice but his face betrayed him for a moment and you saw the anguish.

“No. You can’t do this, you can’t force me to stay here. That is called kidnapping.”

“That is an American concept and one that does not apply here. You signed this contract and since it has only been 6 years, that means you have 4 more on your contract.” He finished.

Your heart sank, the pit of your stomach was in knots, not excited ones, but dreadful ones. Your back bumped into Ayo and Okoye.

“No.”You whispered.

In an act of irrational desperation You slipped past them and began to run to the jet-ship, desperate to leave. Desperate to stop the pain. You didn’t even make it 6 steps before Okoye grabbed you and pulled you back. You screamed into the night sky.

“No, no, no! Stop it! You can’t fucking do this, you fucking can’t!” You shouted hysterically as Okoye pulled you back to look at T’Challa. You continued to struggle trying to get away, you slipped past Okoye again but Ayo grabbed you putting your arms behind you through her spear.

“Ah, no!” You screamed. She tightened her grip on the spear restricting your actions but not trying to hurt you.

“Stop Y/N.” T’Challa pleaded.

“You stop. You can’t keep me here.” You repeated.

“Y/N.” He began.

“What is your goddamn bright idea? Keep me here against my will? I will always try to leave, always.” You spat out.

“Y/N, please.” T’Challa begged.

“Let me go.” You shouted trying to wiggle free with more force. They gripped tighter and you began to cry more.

“What would you like done my king?” Ayo asked through gritted teeth.

“She is right, she will keep trying.” Okoye added, there was a hint of pride in her voice.

“Take her to her chambers. Lock the door from the outside.” T’Challa ordered.

You screamed and resisted with all your remaining energy.

“No. Don’t do it. Don’t!” You shouted over and over. Ayo and Okoye began to move you away from the jet-ship back to the palace.

“No, no, Okoye don’t do this. Please, help me Ayo. You both know this isn’t right.” You pleaded on deaf ears.

“Please!” You sobbed again as they continued to try to move you. You were going to make them work for it if they weren’t going to help.

“Don’t fight Y/N.” Ayo advised.

You shouted out once more. Your voice echoed through the hanger bay.

“Wait, wait, T’Challa, wait.” You requested.

“Wait.” He said walking closer to you. He stared down into your face and he looked as if he was remorseful.

“Okay, okay let’s make an agreement.” You offered.

“What agreement?” He asked.

“Let me go, I won’t resign, I will continue my position but from outside Wakanda. I will fulfill my contract, all of it, but not here.” You bartered. He studied you.

“T’Challa please. Please.” You groaned out.

“This will kill me. This will be pure torture, it will kill me. Please don’t kill me.” You begged tears streaming down your face. He lifted his hand and wiped one of your cheeks with the back of his hand. You closed your eyes at the softness you felt. You remembered how softly he touched you that night, you remembered his soft kisses, his tender words, the way he looked at you as if you were the most important thing to him. Without knowing it you cuddled your cheek closer to his fingers wanting to be closer. T’Challa found himself lost staring at you. He heard the pain in your voice, he felt your pain, your anger, he felt it but still he couldn’t let you go. He truly felt like a selfish human being.

“You will remain here. I cannot let you go.” He quietly whispered.

It took several moments for the words to resonate. You opened your eyes and looked at him allowing his words to sink in. In an instant you flipped a switch. You fixed your face in the most vicious scowl and stepped closer to him. Ayo and Okoye restricted the action as if they knew you were up to no good.

You had a moment of weakness as you saw deeper into him, you recognized his heart, it was his heart you fell in love with. You scolded yourself before going back to the bad bitch you were raised to be. You glared into his eyes.

“I…hate…you!” You spat at him with the heat and force of 20 flaming blades. You saw him flinch and he made up his face as if he felt the impact of those blades and your words. He flared his nose and you saw his Adam’s Apple bob as he gulped down.

“I will never forgive you, ever!” You spewed venomously.

"You don't mean that." T'Challa said. He sounded as if he was breathless as if I'd taken the air from his lungs. You tried to step closer, you only managed half a step before Ayo and Okoye stopped you. Your face was so close to him. So close you could smell him. The rain watered down his scent but he still smelled like the best thing in the world to you. You looked over his features briefly. Water was dripping from him. You wondered if this was how he looked in the shower. You'd had too many dreams of him in the shower and they all ended with you screaming his name. You clenched your jaw reminding yourself to hold on to your anger. You didn't need much reminding.

"When I tell you something, I mean that shit!" You responded to him in a low resentful voice. The moment you said it you saw his eyes flash yellowish green. This one was different though.

He looked down and nodded to Ayo and Okoye. They tugged you away back to the palace. You resisted the whole way, through every hall, every corridor. When they got to your chambers they placed you inside and saw the entire unit was trashed. They looked to each other unsure what to do. That was when T’Challa approached and saw the damage and specks of blood around the room. He frowned.

“Take her to another room, send someone to clean this up. When they are finished bring her back, and lock her in.

“My king.” They responded before leading you down the hall. T’Challa stood there and looked around at the damage he had done.

“Give me strength.” T’Challa whispered in the empty room.

To Be Continued....

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Love [Pt.2] | T’Challa x Reader

Authors note: I got writers block y’all that’s why I took all day to upload 😂. I wrote like four different versions and I still don’t know my direction, but I’m writing part 3 right now.

Part 1

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“This is beautiful.” You said as Erik led you through the Wakandan market. As you guys walked you noticed a few people giving him this nasty look. “Why is everyone looking at us like that?”

“I almost killed T’Challa.” He said like it was no big deal.

“Erik, what do you mean you almost killed T’Challa? The king?” He laughed like it was funny but you were serious. Erik explained to you why he almost killed T’Challa.

“Wow.”

“I was just angry, I ain’t know I was going to actually throw him.”

You looked at him confused.

“He almost killed me too Y/N.” Erik stopped and walked up to a booth and came back with food.

“What is this?” You asked taking yours from him.

“Just try it.” He urges you and just bit into his food. He smacked on it like it was the most delicious thing in the world.

You bit into yours and he was right. It was so good. You guys continued to walk and talk.

“Look, king T’Challa is coming down to the market.” Someone said, you turned around and there he was walking down and into the market.

Erik shook his head and motioned for you to keep walking, but T’Challa looked so handsome in the beaming sun and you didn’t notice yet, but he only came down to the market to talk to you. T’Challa just wanted to take a look at your beauty again.

He walked over to you and Erik.

“This is a beautiful day. Yes?” You nodded and continued to eat your food. “You like the Fula?”

“Yes, what does it stand for?” You asked.

“Rat.” He replied, and that’s when your started to spit your food out. He started laughing. “ it is not rat.”

“T’Challa, that is not funny.” You laughed and started eating again.

“Y/N, I have to go talk to Shuri about this new invention she got for me to help get rid of these scars.” Erik said, you nodded. “I’ll catch you later. T’Challa got you.”

He walked off and left you with T’Challa.

“Shouldn’t you be guarded like 24 hours?” You asked T’Challa, he chuckled and started to walk. You guys talked for hours you didn’t even noticed that the sun was setting.

“How long will you be visiting?” He asked you as you guys approached the palace.

“A month or two, depends.”You said, he stared at you before speaking.

“Can I take you out to explore some more?” You blushed, but you knew you were here to spend some time with Erik. “Tomorrow?”

“We’ll see.” You said as you both entered the palace.

“Well have a wonderful night.” T’Challa said as you walked away.

The next morning Erik came and got you. He wanted you to meet some of the people of Wakanda. You were more than excited. As soon as you both stepped foot outside the doors of the palace there was T’Challa. Erik groaned as if he was annoyed.

“What a beautiful morning, yes?” T’Challa spoke walking over to you and Erik.

“Yeah it’s aight.” Erik said to T’Challa who wasn’t really talking or paying any attention to him. He kept his eyes on you the whole time.

“Where are you off too?”

“None of your-.” You cut Erik off.

“We are going to meet some of the people from the different tribes.” You said excited.

“Well I will join you. I have nothing to until later.”

You looked at Erik. “E, he is the king. You can’t say no to the king.”

Erik knew you were right, but he just wasn’t with the shits.

“T’Challa, maybe next time cus.” Erik said and grabbed your hand pulling you away from T’Challa.

“Erik, what is your problem?” You said snatching your hand away from him. “Why are you so mean to him?” Erik didn’t reply.

“I saw the way he looked at you Y/N.”

“What do you mean?”

“you see it too. Don’t play.” He smirked. “You came here to spend time with me. Not hang out with my cousin.”

“Yeah, but E you have to stop being so mean.”

“You like em?” Erik asked

You didn’t answer the question just continued to walk.

Later that day when Erik dropped you back at the palace. You saw T’Challa again and he motioned for you to meet him in the hall. When you got there he was standing there just waiting for you.

“Hello.” He greeted you. You smiled at him.

“What’s up king?”

“I want to show you something, come.” You smiled and followed him. It was a long time before you finally got to the destination...outside.

“What is this?” It looked like a picnic but the sun wasn’t up. The only light you guys had was the beautiful stars.

“Have you never seen a picnic?” He asked, you chuckled and nodded.

“But not at night T’Challa.” You said taking a seat on the blanket that lay on the grass. “And what is all this for?”

“Beautiful night for a beautiful woman.” He said making you blush.

“Don’t make me blush.”

You looked at the set up. It was so nice.

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Hamilton

Y’all, I just saw Hamilton, and I feel that for right now at least, my life is complete. But hearing some of the songs, I was like some of these could fit the BP fandom. So I think I’m gonna write some of these fics, but I just wanted to know if people would be interested. Let me know if you want to be tagged.

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Can’t Live Without You

In case y’all can't tell I been in my feelings lately so this is a result. I’m working on another Professor Boseman pic, so that’s coming soon!      Enjoy xx

T’Challa x POC!reader

Warnings: not proofread 

Austin…

"Don't you ever just get tired of it all? All the running, the meeting up in random hotels," you murmur against his chest. "I feel like some kind of addict, sneaking around at random hotels to get my fix."

He groans and rolls you off his chest. "This is what you wanted Y/N. You wanted this!"

"Nigga, don't push me like that," you go for rage but it's just not there this time. "I didn't know it would be like this, Challa," you hate that your voice sounds so broken. You pull your hair back up into a pineapple and gather your clothes. "This was the last time."

The door to the bathroom seems a million miles away as you hurry toward it and lock the door. You stand there with your back pressed against the cold, unforgiving wood and gather yourself. I'm not going to cry.

Deciding not to shower, you throw on your clothes and splash cool water on your face. Bitch you look like you were fucked up instead of well fucked. With them damn raccoon eyes, no wonder you're his dirty secret. You clean the mascara from under your eyes and then exit the bathroom. You don't spare him a glance as you grab your bag and your keys and leave the hotel room.

"I willl see you in a few weeks, kumkani," his voice follows you out of the hotel room.

You sigh in frustration because you know he's right.

4 Weeks later in Seattle…

Your sweat slicked body slides against his as you ride him in the sauna, your moans interspersing with his as you both reach your peak. He kisses you deeply, his hips still thrusting up into your heat even though he's already softening. "Kumkani, stay. With me."

"T'Challa don't do this," you plead with him. "This is just sex. We said no feelings-"

"WE SAID THAT IN COLLEGE YN! COLLEGE!" He pushes you off of his lap and rises, hands tugging his hair in frustration. He's never raised his voice at you before. You stay silent and watch as he paces the room. He stops and glares at you, but the defeat in his eyes is evident," it does not have to be like this. You can love, have passion and still be a strong woman, entle. Loving me does not make you weak."

When he sees that you aren't going to reply, he leaves you staring at his strong, proud back as he walks away. You can't hold your tears this time and they fall down your face, mingling with your sweat and the steam in the room. You cry until you're all dried up, the scent of your shared passion still wafting in the steam of the sauna. Then you go home and cry some more.

Why am I so fucked up?  

Two weeks pass before you try to contact T'Challa.

"What do you want Y/N?" his voice is brusque through the line.

"We said we'd meet at that cute bed and breakfast we saw just outside of Paris next week." Your hands are trembling in fear that he will reject you, "are we still on for that T?"

"No. I will be in New York next week."

"T'Challa we planned this mon-" You pause as you hear a feminine voice call out to him. "Who's that?"

"Oh, Nakia is back in Wakanda but she is leaving today. For New York. As am I." The background noise fades and when he speaks next, his voice is quiet, "I can meet you in LA one week from today, after I have finished my business in New York."

This business sounds suspicious as fuck, but you really need to see him, "yeah alright."

CLICK. The line goes dead. Guess I'll see you there.

His business in New York turns out to be a huge Stark gala. You feel sick as you watch your man (is he though? You won't let him) walk the red carpet in his custom tuxedo with Nakia on his arm. She looks stunning. They look stunning together. You roll your eyes and turn the tv off. Well damn.

The next week in LA…

"Challa!" He pushes you against the hotel door and roughly tugs your skirt down. His fingers deftly push your panties to the side before seeking entrance to your pussy. "Ahhh…"

You grip his shoulders as he lifts you up and slams you down onto his waiting cock, "Fuck T…"

He fucks you roughly against the door, hard and fast. He comes first, pulling out and spending against your stomach with a soft grunt before turning you around and using his fingers to bring you off.

He steps back when you turn around and walks into the bathroom. You hear the shower running and you look around the room. He didn't bring anything with him.

You storm into the bathroom, "Where are your clothes T'Challa?"

He blinks soap out of his eyes, looking at you in confusion, "What now? I give you 'just sex' and you are complaining about that too?"

He rinses off the remaining soap while you stare at him in shock. "What are you saying? You-you're leaving after only fifteen minutes?"

"Sometimes that's all it takes, you are that good," he gives you a dirty smile and you want to slap him for disrespecting you like that.

Instead you just stand there and watch as he gets dressed and you only move when he's in your personal space, looking up at him in disbelief. His hands are cupping your face and you feel used and cheap and disgusting.

"I will see you in three weeks, yes? Maybe I will bring you a gift, eh," he presses a chaste kiss to your mouth before exiting the room.

When the door closes behind him, the silence in the room is deafening. All you hear is your pounding heart as you bring your fist to your mouth to stifle your heartbroken cries.

6 Weeks later NYC…

There's a ghost wandering around, living your life. You're selfish, you're empty, your heart is beating but the rhythm is all wrong. T'Challa called three weeks ago and you didn't answer. He only tried twice but you weren't even expecting that much. You develop a routine to try and cope with the T'Challa sized hole in your chest. Wake up. Breathe. Try to eat. Fail. Work. Go home. Try to eat again. Fail again.  Sleep. Until one day at work you pass out from sheer exhaustion and dehydration. He's your emergency contact so they call him and of course he comes. You wake up to his body slumped across your bed.

He smiles softly at you, "Hi."

You try to smile but tears roll down your face instead. "I'm sorry."

"Y/N-" he stands in alarm and starts walking to the door.

"Just…T'Challa, b-before you go…tell me something. D-do you l-love me? I've been praying ever since LA t-th-" you look up but his intense gaze is unreadable and it shakes you to your core. You find you can't meet his eyes for long and you look down at your blankets, preparing for rejection.

"Y/N, look at me." His long fingers tip your chin up, "I told you. You-you never listen! I just hope you see now…that when you bleed, I bleed."

A small crooked smile lifts one corner of his mouth, and you want to kiss him so bad. You settled for squeezing his hand.

"And I wasn't leaving, I just wanted to tell the nurse you were awake. I'd never leave you, kumkani.” He lays back on the narrow bed and gathers you into his arms, “rest now sithandwa sam. I will be here when you wake up.”

1 Year later at a quaint B&B just outside of Paris…

You walk in to the quaint living area and look around. It has this beautiful lived in feel and you imagine how much fun you are going to have this week. You're greeted by the owner, an older woman of African descent who tells you that your guest is already waiting for you.

As you walk to the room you're planning on where to go for dinner, how nice it would be to sit on that huge porch swing with T at night, this week is going to be perfect.

"Hey Challa," you lean up to kiss him but his lips remain firm underneath yours. "What's wrong baby?"

"I-I," he closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath, releasing it slowly. You see that his fists are tightly clenched and you take his hand and gently unfurl it.

"Kumkani, whatever it is, it will be fine my love. We can get through it together, " your fingers massage soothing patterns into his palm. When he finally opens his eyes, you smile gently and cup his cheek.

He turns his face into your touch and kisses your palm softly before taking your hand in his and sinking to his knees, "T'Challa!" Your soft gasp is drowned out by his low, firm voice.

"Y/N, a king never kneels. A king never kneels unless it is for his queen. And you, you are my queen, you make everything brighter, better."

He hesitates, pressing his face to your abdomen, "I am empty without you, I-I-," he sighs and mutters, "I am usually more eloquent than this."

"I know," you giggle and can't help but tease him, "must be that Oxford education."

"Bast! Woman this is serious," he looks up at you eyes glinting in shared humor, all nerves gone. "Y/N, will you marry me? Be my queen, rule at my side? Love me forever..?"

You pull him to his feet with a teary eyed smile.

"Before I met you I didn't know how to love. I didn't want to love. I thought it was for the weak. But you, you saved me. From a fate worse than death. You saved me from living a loveless life. So yes, a million times, yes. I would be proud to be your wife."

His answering smile is glowing, full of life, of hope and you remember that exact moment for the rest of your life. You carry that feeling through all the ups and downs, the loss and it's what you see when you get the news of the coup and his death. It is what gives you courage to fight for the fate of Wakanda. It's what you see when his weary body limps over to you after being restored as rightful king of Wakanda.

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NSFW Alphabet

A/N: This wasn’t planned, but I found this WIP, so I finished it. Enjoy. 

"Are you recording?" 

"Yep." 

"You wanna move the camera up from between my legs?" 

"Nope." 

CoCo playfully smacked her husband's arm and adjusted the camera on her own while he sported a goofy smile off-camera. 

After their evening excursion and almost getting caught in the throes of passion by fellow tourists, the couple decided to move the party back to their private villa. Forty-five minutes later, after they were both tired and sore, CoCo decided to add more to their home movie. 

"Why are we doing this, baby? I'm tired," Chadwick yawned behind the camera. 

"Because we should have memories of how we liked to "enjoy" each other in the bedroom. Who knows when we'll have to stop for good!" 

"I'm never stopping. And, judging by the way you like to act up when it's time to get down, I know you won't stop either." 

CoCo chewed her bottom lip as she raked her fingernails down Chadwick's chest. If he hadn't declared that he was tapping out, she would've requested another round. 

"Well, just in case we do, I wanna be able to look back and see what we were into. So, will you please open your eyes and participate for 20 more minutes?" 

"What do I get out of it?" 

"You can lay on my chest, and I'll rub your ears even after you fall asleep."

Chadwick took in the proposal with careful consideration, tapping his chin in prolonged silence to agitate his wife. CoCo smacked her teeth before pinching one of his nipples between her thumb and index finger. 

"Ow! Okay, okay! I'll do it," he laughed. "What are we doing anyway?" 

"I found some not safe for work questions on Tumblr. Have you ever been on there?" 

"I don't even know what that is. Is that a porn site?" 

"It damn near used to be," CoCo laughed. "That's beside the point. I'm gonna ask some questions about our sex life, and we'll both answer them honestly. Okay?" 

"I'll do whatever you ask if you take this robe off so that I can see your whole body." CoCo rolled her eyes as she shimmied out of the sheer black lace robe, receiving a nod of approval from her husband. "Perfect. Continue." 

"You're annoying. Anyway, first question: What's your favorite body part of mine?" 

"That's easy. These." Chadwick ran his fingers up and down his wife's legs with a smile. "You have great legs, and they look good from all angles."

"What's your favorite angle?" 

"Next to your ears."

Chadwick winked at CoCo's impressed expression. "I like that! I would've guessed my boobs." 

"I like those too. But your legs attracted me to you."

"You're so mushy," she laughed, earning sour expression in response. "I'd say my favorite body part on you is your chest." 

"Oh, really? Even after you called me Parrot for two years because of my bird chest?" 

"Look, things change. Your body started catching up to your age, and I had to fight the demon of lust!" 

"A whole demon?" 

The pair shared a belly laugh at the phrase, allowing the silly demonstration to continue for as long as they saw fit. 

"Okay," CoCo panted as she tried not to laugh again. "Next question: What's your favorite position? I already know the answer to that." 

"Well, what is it, since you know so much?"

"You looooove backshots, babe. I'm starting to feel like you think I'm ugly." 

The camera bobbed up and down in time with Chadwick's laughter, catching the half-smile/half pout that Tasha sported. 

"I do not think you're ugly," he affirmed between gasps for air. "You're beautiful, but you like to run from me when it's getting too intense." 

"I never run," Tasha exclaimed before allowing her face to relax into a smirk. She knew she tended to shy away from the action when the rumble of eruption started in the pit of her belly. 

"Yeah, right. Why do you think I always tell you not to fight it? I love it when my put-together wife loses control." His voice dropped to the same sultry baritone that was responsible for each of their children and their current post-sex glow, igniting a small shiver that he could feel beneath the warm skin of his palm on CoCo's leg. 

"I'll, uh... I'll keep that in mind," she whispered." Now guess mine. What's my favorite position?" 

"You like being on top, and I like seeing you on top. But if we're specific, you like to reverse cowgirl while I'm sitting in a chair or something." 

"You know me so well! I'll make sure I reward that later." The two shared a wink and lustful touches before continuing. "Okay, tell me your favorite place to cum that isn't inside me." 

"Easy, your ass. Next." 

"Any secrets you wanna share?" 

Chadwick thought for a moment, "I know I said I was against the toys in the bedroom thing at first, but I changed my mind. I like that wand shit you got and the thing with your birthstone on it. What is it again?" 

"My butt plug?" 

"Hate the name, but, yeah, that. It looks nice," he laughed. "Let me ask you something." 

"Oooh, we're switching it up. Shoot!" 

Tasha could sense the trepidation as her husband took timid glances around the room before looking back at her. "What's your favorite way to receive and give head?"

"That's a good question! I love getting head in the shower when you lift me under the showerhead. I'm so glad we listened to the sales guy and got the big expensive one."

"You ain't lying," he laughed. "And giving?"

"When you're standing, and I can look up and you from my knees. You always give me this little look, these soft love drunk eyes, that let me know that I'm satisfying you. And that's all I want…to satisfy you."

Tasha's eyes were round and innocent in the way that sent Chadwick's brain into overdrive as it recalled every moment she'd ever given him 'the look.' 

"Keep talkin' like that, and we won't need to adopt. We'll leave here with a baby from scratch." 

"Mmmm, I like that." Her face left the camera's view for a second, leaving behind the wet smacking of lips tangled in sweet kisses. "Two more, and we can stop. What do I do best in the bedroom?" 

"Tasha, baby, your mouth is filthy in bed. Fuck, I love it."

"Really," Tasha questioned with a mix of shock and embarrassment. 

"Hands down. I could listen to you read the phonebook and be turned on. I'll ask you the same question. What do I do best?"

"It's hard to pinpoint. You do a great job of adapting our sex to what we both need at the moment. I've never been left unsatisfied."

"Trust me; it's a pleasure, baby." Being in such close proximity allowed the couple to feel the heat of the other growing with each question. Already impatient, Chadwick took a sweeping look over his wife's body and anchored a hand on Tasha's thigh.

"Next question, where is your favorite to have sex or that we have had sex?"

He thought for a moment before a huge grin spread across his face. "You remember that time we snuck and did it at your mom's house? Right before we got married?" 

"Please, don't do this."

"Don't act shy now," he exclaimed as Tasha hid her face behind her hand. "You gave me the instructions on how to sneak up there and have your head buried in the pillows. As a matter of fact, how many times have you done that?" 

"Only once! And it wasn't for sex. It was to help out a friend who was staying over… as an alibi before she left to have sex." 

"Yeah, right. Same question, Sneaky." 

"Easy! Our first time in our current bedroom." Chadwick wasn't fooled by Tasha's cookie-cutter answer, evident by his eye roll and the loud kissing of his teeth. 

"You think I'm stupid?" 

"What!" 

"Don't play, Co. What's your real answer?" He watched you feign innocence for a few seconds before landing a hard smack to your thigh. 

"Okay, okay! The time we snuck away from my parent's house and almost got caught in my sister's car in the culdesac the next street over. I think that I should've won an Academy Award for Best Performance in a Quickie." 

Despite the soreness already present in their faces, the two of them laughed until tears trickled from Tasha's eyes, and Chadwick was gasping for deep breaths. 

 "Alright, I'm gonna be honest and say I take back what I said earlier. I got the best 3 minutes of your waiting for you when this is done. Make this the last question."

"Okay, baby. Last question: When we look back on this in 20, 30, 40 years, what will you remember most about this time we spent together?"

Out of every question that had asked throughout the night, this one was the easiest for Chadwick to answer. He grabbed Tasha's hand to bring to her knuckles to his lips for a kiss. 

"I'll remember how much I love Tasha, the person. Outside of Tasha the mother, the sister, the friend, the wife, Tasha the mother is my favorite person to ever exist. Not for what you do for me and others, but for who you are every day when you think I'm not looking. I love Tasha the goofball that makes a song out of everything. Or compassionate Tasha that I have literally seen take the clothes off her back to give to others. All of this other shit might fade, but I'll never forget the way I love you." 

'Are you...are you trying to make me cry," CoCo asked as she wiped tears at her waterline. 

"Not like that, but it helps." CoCo's fresh tears came to an abrupt halt, replaced by a brief flicker of annoyance to match the swatting motion she made at her husband's chest. Chadwick caught blow in his much bigger hands and use the leverage to pull his body up. "I love you." 

"And I love you," she added with a kiss that he readily returned. 

"Good. Now, I'm about to turn this shit off, and you're about to turn over." 

The camera caught audio of Tasha's excited squeal before Chadwick pressed stop and ensure that recording saved. Seconds later, the camera was opened to begin a new movie. If they were supposed to capture everything, they couldn't miss a moment, right? 

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I’m pretty sure we all knew what was coming. The only one out of the loop must’ve been Andrew, boop. 🤣 Let me stop playin’, let me stop. Anyway, if y’all can’t catch me here or lingering on ao3, I’m probably on Skype. I forgot my old account name and password, but the current one is Krazy Keke. Listened to Bey’s If on Spotify to get the vibe for this fic. I recommend it if you want to cry, lol!

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i.

“I told yo ass...I told you. No contact, whatsoever. None. Nada!” Slamming the fridge door shut, you waved your index finger inches from under Andrew’s nose. “You talmbout ‘bae, I wanna work this out,’ ‘bae, i really love you’, but you still goin’ around and doing shady shit.” Slamming the bottle of water onto the counter, you aggressively twisted the cap off and flicked it into the waste basket. 

“You really testing my nerves, Andrew.” 

Andrew threw his hands in the air, exasperated. “The fuck you mad at me for? I ain’t text that girl, she texted me!”

“You wasn’t supposed to text back, stupid!” Hand on your hip, you look him up and then down, “Let me see your phone.” 

“Tuh!” He shook his head, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. “Ay, you trippin’.” 

“Why you won’t let me see the phone, got somethin’ to hide?” Making a move to reach in his pocket, he shuffles away. “Let me see the phone!”

“You actin’ crazy, stop!”

Against your better judgement, you make it work with your man, Andrew. For a few weeks, things had been going pretty well, the two of you communicated more and you didn’t freak out when he chose to hang out with other people besides yourself, he even checked in periodically, like at the beginning of your relationship. Things, however, still were not perfect and honky-dory. Andrew still flaked on you sometimes to work overtime (and you had a mini heart attack wondering if he’s cheating again), the intimacy felt forced and the sex? 

Well, let’s not get into the detail of how terrible that was.

He didn’t know that you’d run into T’Challa while at the park nor that y’all met up again, a few times with Buddy and Buddy actually liked T’Challa, which is surprising because your doggy occasionally growled at even your mother.

Maybe you didn’t say anything because at the back of your mind, you knew that this relationship was a sinking boat? That Andrew was a roguish ass muthafucka and constantly scheming?

Looking into the face of the man you once thought you’d spend a lifetime with, you felt nothing. “What are we doin’?”

“I’m tryna get you to stop for one!”

“No, not that. With us, stupid, with us. What are we doin’?” You reiterate.

“Whatchu mean?”

You blink back the sudden onslaught of tears. “This isn’t going to work.” You say hoarsely. Andrew makes to take a step in your direction and you held up a hand. “Don’t.”

"...I’ll pack an overnight bag, stay with my brother. We can talk about this in the morning.” You said nothing and he became frustrated, “Okay?!”

“You better not show your ass back here tomorrow. As of today, you’re evicted.” In your mind, there’s nothing to talk about. And with how he tried to get up out here with the quickness, no doubt he’d be either up in another ho’s guts or talking shit about you to his family, like you gave a fuck. 

None of them wanted to catch these hands. 

“What? You can’t do that! I pay rent here!”

“Rent, yup, you supposed to. But you three months behind, and this my house, in my name. Nowhere are you on the lease. So like I said, boy, e v i c t e d.” Waving him off, you crossed your arms in front of yourself, watching as he huffed and dragged his feet, getting what he needed and lowkey hoping you’d feel sorry for him. 

And you’re not. 

For the first time in forever, you feel great. Liberated.

Throughout the week, you ignore the phone calls and voicemails from your mother. From Andrew. Get lunch with your father for the first time in----too long, and the two of y’all have a blast making fun of what a joke Andrew was and still is. 

“Oh, would you look at that.” Dad tutted. “It just turned from bright and cheery and dismal that fast.” It was indeed raining out there, heavy. “Do you have an umbrella, honey? Because I can give you mine.”

“Daddy, no. It’s cool. I’m good. I’m gon’ stay inside, wait it out.” He still looked hesitant so you smiled. “Really, I will be fine.”

“Okay, pumpkin.” Kissing the side of your forehead, he then patted your cheek. “I love you. Call me when you get in?”

“Love you too. And I will.” You promise. 

Stirring the straw in the cafe’s signature Green Tea Berry Delight, sipping at the beverage occasionally, you stare at passerby running for shelter. A crack of lightning streaks across the sky and you absently are grateful you didn’t try and make a break for it like before. You’d be soaked in seconds. 

A hand taps the back of your chair and you blink, looking up. “Long time no see. Hello, stranger.” It’s T’Challa. “May I sit?” 

You gesture for him to go ahead and sit. He flags down the waiter, getting him to remove the leftovers. “We just saw each other Saturday. That’s a whole two days ago.” 

“Two days that were too long.” T’Challa stated, smooth. 

Unable to come up with a witty comeback and feeling flustered, you sip at your drink. He laughed softly.

“I am sorry. Too honest?” 

“No, no! On the contrary, it’s rare to, um, find a man so forthcoming about his feelings.” You clear your throat, your eyes dart around before meeting his again, “It’s refreshing. I like it.” 

T’Challa slowly smiled, the action lighting up his dark eyes. 

For more than half an hour, the two of you sat in the cafe. Talking, laughing. Flirting. 

Oh, the flirting. 

T’Challa gave out more compliments to you than Andrew had in...ever! But enough of that insignificant piece of trash. While most black men would only say nice things to try and get in between your legs, not so with T’Challa, he was sincere. Everything he said well thought out and meaningful. 

And when you spoke, he listened, really listened to you. 

Such an attitude you could easily get addicted to. 

Tap! 

You blinked when he lightly tapped your nose, jarring you back to the present. T’Challa stared at you with amusement. “I lost your interest. I am sorry, we can switch the subject.” 

“No, you didn’t. I was just thinking that I didn’t want to end this, uh...” You wave your hand around, frantically searching your brain for a neutral term instead of--

“I want this to have been a date. Partly because I am hoping this time you will let me kiss you.” You could only stare at him, stuck on stupid, speechless. “Can I kiss you, hmm?” The words caressed your ear, even as you drifted even closer into his embrace, he was so warm compared to the chill from the rain. “Tell me. Tell me I c--”

Unable to really help yourself anymore, your hands cup his cheeks and you lean up for a kiss. His left hand braces against the dip of your back, a solid warmth, even as y’all shared a kiss in the rain like a white couple in a Harlequin novel. Who cares that it was cliche? This man is one of a kind and you weren’t stupid enough to keep ignoring the signs that he could be... might be... 

The One?

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WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT (PART 11)

CHADWICK BOSEMAN X READER

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5 - PART 6 - PART 7.1 - PART 7.2 - PART 8 - PART 9 - PART 10

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"What are you thinking of, love?" Chadwick asks you after a few minutes of silence while you look towards the sea with your eyes lost.

His words bring your attention back to him. "I'm thinking about how fast these two months have passed and how many things have changed. I left trying to stop thinking about you, maybe forget you and try to go on with my life and now ... "

“And now?"

"Now ... now I love you as I’ve never loved anyone” you admit 

"I love you too, immensely” and your heart melts at his statement. 

Happy, Chadwick smiles at you stretching out his hand to take yours, you clasp his hand interlacing your fingers in his, while on the other side of the table, you try not to leak your mix of conflicting feelings you have inside your heart.

Tomorrow it’s time to leave and come back to the base and you know that the impact with the usual reality will be powerful, especially because you and Chadwick haven’t dealt yet with the speech: “what will become of us afterwards?" In this last month where you have spent the summer holidays together, you’ve been very attached, you’re re-fallen in love until you get to the point you can’t do without the other. The thought of being in London without him, the thought of staying away from him, of not seeing his smile in the morning, of not waking up next to him, the goodnights, not having his constant attentions, his cuddles, and making sweet love every night, it’s inconceivable.

In the last days, you’ve tried to deal with this speech, but he’s always very evasive, he’s a magician in changing subject and shifting attention elsewhere, simply telling you that you don’t have to worry and you’ll both be able to carry on your relationship. You thought that, perhaps, he too is worried and anxious, and is trying to postpone this inevitable discussion.

“Don't be sad, everything will be fine. Trust me"

You nod and let you convince by the moment he approaches his chair to yours to kiss you.

"You’re beautiful tonight, I’m a really lucky bastard” he whispers softly kissing the corner of your mouth. You smile shyly, turning your gaze, because you can’t help, but feel a little embarrassed whenever Chad makes a sincere compliment with that tone of voice you adore and that makes you goosing all over your body. His hand slips on your face to lean on your cheek and caress you with light movements of his thumb, and then placing on your neck and on your shoulder to move a lock of hair. His gaze falls on your lips and then a little down inside your neckline, you take the opportunity to place your hand behind his neck and pull him to you making your lips collide to touch each other in a light kiss.

Chadwick doesn't miss the opportunity to caress your bare legs crossed under the table, sliding his hand on your thigh, and, at the same time, drawing the outline of your lips with his tongue for then sliding it into your mouth and intensify the kiss.  In some moments you forget to be with more people, but it’s inevitable because when you’re together it seems everything else becomes optional. Your hands trap his face to keep it tight, while trapping his lower lip with your mouth, pinching and biting it slightly, then sucking it causing a shiver and a light guttural noise coming from his chest.

"Bedroom please" is the only two words he can pronounce.

You nod, letting go his face and moving your hands on his shoulders, keeping your eyes closed and breathing to try to reassemble before getting up to head into your place. The dinner was perfect, so romantic, a great way to end your holidays in paradise.

"Are you coming?" You ask him, holding out your hand to make him stand up, but he remains seated, smiling and then he looks at you, raising his beautiful face. “Y/N give me a second, I can’t get up like that ... look what you did to me" he says, snickering, but in a whisper, so that only you can hear, and pointing between his legs with a small gesture. You smile smugly, but the fact of knowing that he’s turned on and ready just for you, makes you wet instantly. Your desire for him grows in the moment of a minute flat, making you feel warmth and start sweating cold at the thought of what will inevitably happen soon, in the bedroom you share.

You swallow while you look into his eyes, trying not to get noticed by the rest of the diners, after all, only you two know what’s happening. Despite your emotional and amazing sexual transport, you can always be very discreet being very good in eye contact. With a finger, Chadwick makes a sign to lower yourself to be able to speak into your ear and slipping his long fingers between your hair. His lips rest on your ear.

"I know that look Y/N, I know you got wet to see me like that, right?"

You nod, but he doesn’t give up his grip yet.

"If there was no one around, I would just fuck you right here on this table, but unfortunately …you’ll have to wait patiently for us coming to our room. I promise baby, it’ll be the most beautiful night of the whole holiday. Go and put on something nice for me …"

His words whispered in your ear in such an authoritative way, are enough to make you come right there. But you try to hold back all possible reactions, just nodding, while he takes his fingers out of your hair allowing you to move away. You turn your back and heave off, leaving him for a moment to the table on the beach, knowing full well he’s watching you, not losing a single movement of your body. You know where his eyes are focused on.

When you reach the bedroom you’re in trepidation, you still don’t understand how this man can have this effect on you, making you so vain and eager for him only with the sound of his voice, to the point of panting alone at the thought of him inside of you. As he kindly asked you, you wear something cute and sexy.

You remember well his face when he watched you as you unpacked your bags the day after you arrived in Bora Bora. He was sitting on the bed, peeking inside your suitcases just having fun, while you carefully folded clothes inside the available drawers and wardrobes. You don’t like to leave your clothes inside your bags, especially when you have to stop for a long time in a single place.

"Wo wo wo wo and what's this? Why haven’t I seen it on you yet?” He had asked you examining  closely your transparent lace set that left nothing to the imagination. Then he took another yours coordinated set of lingerie from your bag, looking at you with that grin of someone who is thinking about of kinds.

"Hey! who told you to peek inside my things? Put it down” you told him laughing, trying to regain possession of your sexy lingerie.

“Don't even think about it woman ... show me" his gaze meant everything, especially that "show me" pronounced with that tone. It didn’t mean he wanted to look at the lingerie by examining it in his hands, but it meant that you had to wear it for him and show him how it looks on you, in that precise moment.

"Are you serious? Now?” You asked, wide-eyed because, you had never worn sexy and flirty lingerie for him, not even at the University times.

"I don't think never been so serious" His demanding look was sensual and catchy, he was eating you with just his eyes in anticipation.

"Do you wanna see this naughty boy?" You asked him sensually by playing his game, he nodded, biting his lips and licking them. You went to the bathroom, changed your clothes and returned to your room. You didn’t even see him get up and move towards you, he was so fast, he lifted you up taking you from the knees and, holding on to your thighs, he nailed you to the wall kissing you savagely, emitting noises and moans that you had never heard. You didn't understand anything anymore and you let yourself go to the most complete lust by being guided by him, making you fuck like he never did.

At the thought of that memory of a few days ago, you’ve warmed up even more, but you try not to waste time and choose what to wear.

You’re standing in front of the big mirror looking at your reflection, you think you haven’t felt more beautiful than now. All the anxious thoughts have vanished and what remains right now is just the trembling desire for your not late-coming man. You didn't hear him coming, he's barefoot while he comes close to you, you can see him from the mirror. You see him licking his lips looking at you, exploring every inch of your body, from head to toe. You can feel his hands resting on your hips, his face in your hair to inhale your sweet scent and then resting his cheek to yours to talk into your ear.

"Damn it girl, I don't believe I deserve you. Jesus ... you're stunning, a vision” he rubs his cheek on yours as he slides up and down his hands on your hips, from waist to hips and then back up to touch your breasts imprisoning them in his huge hands. You arch your back to the feeling and all the curves of your body touch his, you can feel his full length against your ass, it's again stood and pride for you and you love the effect you always have on him. You moan, resting your head on his shoulder, while he takes advantage to kiss your neck in that spot he only knows, driving you crazy. He kisses it and slips his tongue moistening that part, and then bites gently

"Chadwick"

"Y/N ... you're beyond perfection" He slides one of his hand from your breasts to your flat stomach, then linger on the silk knot that holds closed the beautiful, short, silk robe you wear. He pulls one of the flaps to finally open it, while staring at you. His penetrating and eager eyes don’t leave yours for a moment and that eye contact you share is the most sexy and intimate thing in the world.

Your undergarment opens up revealing the rest and he seems to very appreciate your choice, you can see that evil grin and that smart look from behind your shoulder, while you slide your hand behind you to stroke his erection over his light trousers.

"Chad ... you're so ready …”

"I'm always ready for you babygirl, but let's take our time tonight, let me see you and praise you, you're delicious"

You smile and close your eyes as you continue to caress him as he gently slides your dressing gown down your shoulders to the floor. You feel his lips on your shoulders, moving your hair to be able to kiss your back, while his hands remain anchored to the sides of your ass to hold it firmly against him. Obviously you don’t waste time teasing him by rubbing it against him, suddenly bowing in front of you, caressing your legs up to your ankles, and then back up.

“Fuck … remind me to fuck you in this position later"

You chuckle at his request and take the opportunity to move and turn around, finding yourself behind him.

You slide your arms around his waist and then pull his T-shirt up, taking it off … God you adore his body, you adore the contact of his skin against yours. So as you adore resting your lips on his back and kissing it as your hands brush his defined abs, then going upwards for hooking them to his chest and gently rubbing his nipples that you know to be one of his most sensitive spots. 

He lets himself be stroked, helpless, resting his hands on yours and in that position you can’t help but feel him so yours. Your breaths become noisier, but they are calm and long, long sighs of pleasure as you explore your bodies in a very chaste and harmless way.

Chadwick stretches his arms behind him to trap you, trying to caress and tighten your butt, while your hands rest on his belt to undo it. A shiver shakes your bodies in advance to that metallic sound and to the unmistakable sound of the zip that descends slowly, your hands get inside the pants to accompany their way down. While with a kick he gets rid of the useless garment, you get up on tiptoe to be able to peek at him from behind his shoulder, looking at him in the mirror. Chad shows off his most accomplice smile as he feels your hands sneak into his boxers and tighten his masculinity …  "uhn ... yesss" said with a suffered and restrained voice.

He carries an arm behind him taking your hand to bring you back to him, his chest against your back, his hands caress your shoulders, his mouth touches your ear. 

"We're perfect together, we've always been …” he whispers and you're ready to let him do to you whatever he fucking wants. If it weren’t for the fact that his hands are holding your arms, you would have already fallen, because your legs are like jelly, your whole body is a thrill and in fibrillation and, with all those sensations, you’re also sure that your micro lace panties are soaked.

"Tell me Y/N, use your words. Tell me what you want" The only noise you can grumble is a guttural groan to those words spoken straight into your ear

"I know you’re very talkative, and of course, a woman who has this type of lingerie ready to use, knows what she wants ... so talk"

"Chad ... do not tease me"

"Tell me how you want me"

"Fuck ..."

"Yes, of course, that's my schedule for the night, fuck ... you ... many times … but I want you to tell me how"

"Whatever you want, how you want ... fuck, do what you want to me”

These are the words he needed to hear for trying to push a little beyond the limit, without exaggerating, step by step, slowly … after all you have all the time you want.

"On the bed, slowly, on your back"

You suddenly open your eyes feeling his voice’s tone becoming more dominating, for a moment you were worried, but then you met his eyes and his sly grin and you recognize him. You never heard him talking to you like that in your intimate moments. You never heard him be authoritarian giving you small orders; you heard him making kind requests, but never orders to be fulfilled. It turned you on a lot.

You decide to play the game, because he knows you trust him, that you’re sensitive to certain things, that it’s easy for him to make you fall at his feet making you die of pleasure. But you know too to be the only one able to make him lose control.

As he just asked, you crawl on the bed and then turn around lying on your stomach. You look for him just with your eyes and you spot him taking his boxers off and then move to the foot of the bed, climb and position himself between your legs that open up promptly to make room for him. As you look at him, you realize how lucky you are to have such a tremendously handsome man and how stupid you were to not follow your feelings more than few months ago.

His eyes and his gaze make you feel the most beautiful woman in the world. He looks at you adoringly resting his hands on your knees as he strokes you back and forth, drawing imaginary lines on your soft skin that reacts to every touch. His hands fall between your thighs not stop teasing you.

“I'd take a picture of you now to show you how damn beautiful you are"

"You're not pretty bad too Chad" you tell him touching his abs with one hand. You love how his smile explodes on his face.

He stoops down to you, leaning his body against yours, finally to kiss you, you were almost abstinent of his lips. A simple kiss that doesn’t take long to become intense while your tongues ​​lick and lapping to enjoy each other, it's really hard to control yourselves.

His hands touch your breasts still covered by the thin bra, grope and tighten them, until Chad lowers the fabric slightly to free one of it and finally kiss your nipple and tease his favorite part. You arch your back for the strong feeling and inevitably start calling his name when you feel his tongue licking it fast, bite and suck it, repeating those actions endlessly until the whole process becomes almost unbearable.

You whimper in the moment both of his hands slide between your legs and linger over your lace thong, you feel him move the fabric, roll it in his fingers and with a firm shot, breaks it, tearing it, as if it were simple paper. His gaze mixed with his gesture make you flood.

"You don’t need these" he tells you in an authoritative tone, throwing them behind him and then resuming touching you between your legs, you feel his thumb caressing your lips and cured soft hair, and then gently open them and rub your clit. All of a sudden you don’t even care about the Victoria Secret panties that Chad just broke.

"Awww Chad ..." you moan softly

"I love when you call me like that” he whispers on your lips as he continues to touch and feeling how wet you are the moment he puts a finger in your hole, sinking to the bottom.

"Awh fuck, yessss ... your ... your fingers ... I love them"

"Do you?"

You nod and he adds another one to open you even more. Chad kisses your lips and begins his descent of wet kisses, without letting out his fingers and continuing to slide them back and forth.

"Fuck yes ... please" you are on the edge of a precipice, you don’t miss much to come, but he keeps you there, on that oblivion, without giving you more and without giving you less.

It's a strange feeling, you’d like to come right away to reach your release, but at the same time you’d like to stay in that state for a while and feel that continuous and constant pleasure that makes you shake your legs. You have tears in your eyes.

"Baby ..."

"Damn Chad, PLEASE!" You can’t take it anymore and that "please" resonates like a plea to which he responds by lowering himself between your legs, removing his fingers from inside you and sticking them in your delicious mouth to make you savor your own taste. At the same time you feel his lips closing around your clit and his tongue lick you to replace the void.

You moan loudly continuing to lick his fingers, keeping them in your mouths, sucking and imitating what you would like to do with his cock, looking him straight in the eye while he continues to eat you out as only he knows how to do. You can feel his noises of approval vibrating against your most sensitive parts and reverberating within you.

"I'm so close ... don’t stop" but he has no intention of stopping, both of his hands are anchored on your hips to hold you firmly against his face while he eagerly laps and licks, alternating his movements.

"Yes baby, just like that, ride my face" and you're doing it instinctively, you rock against his tongue that for a few moments he keeps still, while you move as you like until you specifically ask him to finally make you cum.

His lips close on your clit again sucking it, they suck hard and in that moment you cum, calling his name like a chant. He keeps licking, cleaning his favorite plate, but despite you ask him to stop, because you're getting too sensitive, he keeps you firm with all the strength he has continuing to lick and suck you relentlessly, until in record time, you cum a second time on his mouth tightly shaking his hair and tightly shaking his shoulder that you can reach with the other hand .

You whimper and you moan like a child, the feeling is unbearable, it almost hurts, you ask your man once again to stop trying to get away from his firm grip. You hear him laughing and smiling between your legs, and after giving you one last lick, Chadwick raises his head to give you his answer: “I’ll count up to 60, you have a minute to recover, after which I will continue to lick you until my appetite won’t be satisfied, is it clear?” Now his expression is very serious.

You look at him agonizing and the only thing you can do is nod repeatedly between your moans of pleasure and your short breaths. At some point, you think he wants you dead, because if he goes on like that, he'll give you a heart attack.

“9,8,7,6 …”

“Chadwick please … give me mor—”

“3,2 …. 1 … time’s over babygirl”

And his sweet torture resumes, just as your moans. And the more your moans become louder and eager, the more he continues to eat you without no intention to stop. After the 4th orgasm he gives you, one after the other without stopping, he decides to be satisfied, and climbing your exhausted and almost dead body. You look at him with semi-closed eyes, while with the back if his hand he rubs his lips clean, you try to stretch an arm to reach him, but you can’t even perceive your movement.

He lies down next to you and hugs you, bringing your body close to his, he kisses your lips and moves your hair from your sweaty face making a cuddle.

"Are you good, love?"

You try to nod, but you can barely move your head, so you smile closing your eyes and re-open them giving him the answer. You feel exhausted but so fucking good.

"You know we haven’t done yet?" He tells you lips to lips trying to be as calm as possible and to give you the time you need to recover, even if he’s so damn excited that he would immediately slip between your legs to give you the coup de grace.

In the meantime he slides one of his arms under your back to untie your bra, to remove it and to make you finally remain as naked as he is. You sigh when you feel him approach to you again and kiss your newly discovered breasts and, as if it were an automatic gesture, your fingers slip into his curls to hold him in that position.

You love to feel his hands caressing every single part of your body, they are so big and so strong they make you feel protected whenever they rest on you, in any way he touches you.

Chad kisses your mouth again and you welcome him with fervor, your kisses are eager but full of love, you would never stop kissing him. His lips are soft and velvety, in perfect contrast with the roughness of his always perfect and well-groomed beard, that you like to feel against your face, especially when it rubs against your chin.

"You ready baby?" He asks you smiling and you shake your head nodding, at the same time trying to caught him off guards and try to overturn the position with the few strength you have.

"Oh, you wanna take the lead?" He asks in a whisper, appreciating your sudden gesture. He likes it when you try to take control and he likes to give it to you. You nod, biting your lip, as you begin to kiss him starting from his chin, until slowly covering his whole body, tasting it and spoiling it, taking your time, taking advantage also to catch your breath. The more he sighs and moans under your kisses, the more you take your time becoming insistent on some points that you know are very sensitive and reactive. There is nothing more beautiful than to feel him moaning from pleasure and slowly losing control.

You straighten your back, settling your position astride above him, swirling your pelvis to create friction and feeling his full length rubbing against your wet pussy.

"Now it's you teasing me ... you like it, uh?"

"Teasing you?" You ask him by intensifying your moves.

"Shit ... mmm mmm” Chad closes his eyes, he pushes his head against the pillow, his mouth opens in to “Ooh” of pleasure, as he sticks his fingers in your hair. You love to hear him coming undone.

“Teasing you it's my favorite hobby Chadwick"

But when he has enough of your teasing and he wants more, he grabs your hands overbearingly to direct all your attention to him.

"Come on, fuck me"

"Are you kindly asking?"

"No, I'm ordering you. Put this dick inside of you, now"

You do as he tells, raising your pelvis leaning on his seized up abs. With one hand you help taking it into your hand for align his beautiful cock at your entrance, causing him a groan. You both moan when the tip comes in contact, he immediately perceives your warmth and how wet you are, you immediately feel the sense of filling, even if not even a few inches have entered and at that moment you smile at the thought of how lucky you are.

Chadwick drops his arms down his hips to let you move freely and to leave you the time you need to take it all. Every inch that enters is a moan coming out of your mouths. You do it slowly on purpose, to enjoy that sense of stretching and filling. Finally you sit completely on him and for a moment stopping, contracting your pelvic muscles, causing to him moans of pleasure and expressions that only you are allowed to see on his face.

He’s beautiful like a God.

After a few seconds you start moving with sinuous and controlled movements, as if your body were a wave that slowly goes back and forth after colliding and breaking on the beach.

"Ooh fuck ..." you moan, dropping your head back for the intense pleasure.

"You feel so good baby, I love how you ride me. Do you love ride your man baby?"

"I love it, oh god, I love riding you, god yes"

"You ride this dick so well, oh fuck yes ... give me more baby" he tells you by shaking your hips in a vice to accompany your movements and make them more powerful and frenetic. You're a mess, your moans escalate every time Chadwick meets your descent, pushing himself upwards and touching a point in your body that you didn’t know to have. His expression is so focused, his eyes hook, his muscles tense and his body starts sweating as yours.

“You’re making me cum again, Chad, fuck … yes, yes, don’t stop”

“I’m close too baby”

His thrusts are very short and quick, the closer he gets to his orgasm the faster he pushes and your fifth orgasm overwhelms you like a wave in flood.

"Ooooooh fuuuuck, Y/N, baby yes, oh yes ... awwooo yes" he gasps, then calling you loud, he breathes short as he tries to regain control of his pelvic movements, looking at his white fluid that inevitably drips from you.

You don't know what suddenly happens to him, but even before you could reopen your eyes and recompose catching your breath, you find yourself turned beneath him, your legs on his shoulders while Chadwick fucks you again like there’s no tomorrow. His thrusts are already fast and powerful, you hear the sound of his skin crashing into yours, you feel his cock touching the bottom, getting all inside, getting lost inside you.

"You make me feel so full, fuck me just like that, don’t stop” you don’t know where you find the breath to talk to him, but your words make him some effect. 

He slides out from you for a moment, he takes your ankles and with a firm, speed and almost inhuman movement, he turns you upside down, to position yourself on your stomach. You don’t expect that gesture at all and you almost screams in fright.

"Lift that beautiful ass of yours" he orders you by giving you a loud spanking to which you answer whimpering, but immediately you raise your ass towards him, arching your back like a pro.

"Damn it baby …" Chadwick tells you caressing your ass with both hands and with circular movements, for then re-slip into you and keep going to pump fast and strong.

"OH FUCK!" From that position is almost unbearable, you feel it to the core and you feel it all, the first thrusts are always almost painful, but then you relax and let go, is one of your favorite positions.

His hands are open on your back to keep you arched, while his pelvis moves alone back and forth, until you decide to follow his movements going towards him. He stops for a moment to let you and admire what is happening. For a moment Chadwick no longer remembers who is fucking who, because he’s really lost looking at you and watching his dick that is completely covered with your white cream entering and exiting you, and the only thing he can do is cursing, heavily, to try not to burst immediately and to continue to feel that bliss.

When he needs more, he regains possession of his movements to thrust again, strong and powerful, firm and decisive. His every thrust is accompanied by a "uhn" of pure pleasure that comes from the depths of his chest.

You feel him change angle, letting go your hips and leaning, completely cover you. You hear his hot breath in your ear, his groans and you feel his arm surround your belly and his hand reaches the middle of your legs to allow his fingers rub your clit insistently, causing you a scream of intense pleasure.  His other hand rests on the headboard of the bed for his own balance.

"I love you, I love you so much baby" he tells you while he slows down his movements and his thrusts become long and deep. Even his fingers activity becomes slower, but he doesn’t stop touching you, even when your hand reaches his. "I love you too babe"

He sinks his face into your hair inhaling deeply, while slowly makes love to you.

"I can’t help it, I like it rough, but I need to love you then” he whispers in your ear, accompanying his words with sighs of pleasure.

"I want you to look at you" you tell him, turning your face, and he satisfies your request turning you gently this time, and then he covers you again, repositioning himself between your legs and aligning his face with yours.

"Nice and slow?" He asks you before starting to move again.

You nod and smile, you’re gone, completely exhausted, you don’t even know if you can reach another release, but the moment he takes his slow and deep movements, stroking your legs and rubbing your clit pushing in and out, you feel the familiar feeling growing in your lower abdomen. You arch your back, taking his head near your breasts and closing your eyes, gasping. He feels your walls begin to get tighter around him, he knows you’re close, very close, but he doesn’t increase his rhythm that remains regular.

"I want to hear you come again, take your time, I want to look at you" he says, stroking your face, then kissing your lips and pulling your hair away from your face. One of his hand is on your leg that he pulls and fastens behind his back. Your bodies seems to become one. You don’t need to tell him anything, because he feels your orgasm exploding inside you, he hears your breath, hears your faint voice calling him again, he can see tears moisten your eyes for the intense, sweet pleasure.

"Oh baby, yes ... I got you, just like that ..."

The constant contractions of your walls around him and keeping pushing at the same pace lead him to reach his release, almost silently, panting against your lips, blocking his movements for a moment and remaining completely still inside of you. You feel it pulsing.

He was right when he told you a few hours ago that it would be the most beautiful night of your vacation.

*****************

"Ready baby?" He asks you while you get off the taxi that has taken you to the airport, it won’t be long and you will be both catapulted to your usual life.

After two months of vacation, where you’ve been practically for 90% of the time in a bathing suit, you feel strange wearing your casual clothes, your jeans shorts are almost bothering you, as well as your tennis shoes.

"I don’t know if I'm ready. I’d like to stay here with you for a lifetime" "I would like it too" "You know we have to talk as soon as we arrive" "I know, but as I told you, you don’t have to worry, just enjoy the last days of vacation with me" "Ok ... but I don’t even know if I'm ready to accompany you to that event, do you really want me with you, with all those people?” "what sort of questions is that? of course I want you with me, I wouldn’t have even asked you otherwise"

"Ok"

"Ok"

"To London?"

“Yes, to London"

TO BE CONTINUED ...

Ok guys, as I had already anticipated, a few chapters are missing at the end, in addition to this maybe there will be 2 more, I have yet to think about it. In the meantime, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, a bit of smut is always good!

[captainsaveasmut]

He Spills [NSFW]

Featuring T’Challa, Erik Killmonger, & M’Baku

Synopsis 》 Your man gets a little chatty & spills the tea on his sex life with you

Warning 》 nsfw

T'Challa

"I don't know W'Kabi, sometimes it's like she's trying too hard."

You overheard T'Challa whispering into his kimoyo beads as he shuffled around the bedroom, quietly getting dressed

Curious, you decided not to alert him to the fact you had woken up

Eavesdropping wasn't really your thing, but hey, your man sounded upset

You just wanted to know what was bothering him

"Last night she was wearing this tribal Wakandan robe and tried to pass it off as lingerie."

The comment upset you for a couple of reasons:

1.) he was talking to W'Kabi about intimate details involving you

and 2.) he was expressing his distaste for you during your private affairs

You opened your eyes watching him; wanting him to catch you listening to him

You were ready to let him have an earful of what you had to say after he ended his call

He wouldn't have to worry about those Wakandan robes any longer

He wasn't going to get any lovin' from you any time soon, the way you were feeling

"She wears the face paint and everything.", he continued.

"I'd just like to make love to her, not this wannabe Wakandan version of her. I want my American Queen."

Closing your eyes, you let out a soft sigh, pretending to be asleep once again

Were you trying too hard? No...maybe...

You didn't mean to come off as fake or a wannabe

You thought this is what he wanted

You just wanted to make him happy

You continued to eavesdrop on the conversation, slightly feeling better after he refuted his complaints with compliments

You decided to let him slide for now, but you two were going to having a discussion about this later

T'Challa needed to strong talking to about privacy

But you still felt bad that you weren't satisfying T'Challa sexually (foreplay/roleplay wise)

You bit the inside of your cheek, formulating a plan

If he wanted you and only you, then that could be arranged

T'Challa was going to get his American Queen

Erik Killmonger

Grrrrr

The growling of your stomach broke the silence in you and Erik's bedroom

You sat your reading book to the side and exited the room to get some food

On the way to the kitchen, you saw Queen Mother and Shuri exit the throne room

Erik has been at the royal meeting for about two hours. It was about time it came to an end

"Good afternoon Queen Mother, Shuri."

"Good morning Y/N. How are you?", Queen Mother asked.

"I'm well, just a little hungry. I was on my way to the kitchen."

"Thank Bast! I've been stuck in that boring meeting without any food. I was afraid my stomach was going to eat itself.", Shuri stressed, linking her arm with yours

You chuckle at the teen as she leads you down the hallway; Queen Mother not too far behind, shaking her head amusingly

As the three of you walk down the long hallway, you heard Erik, T'Challa, and M'Baku exit the throne room

"She's a little nympho!", Erik boasted. "Babygirl gave me a striptease last night.", he continued.

You stop abruptly, mortified that he was bragging to M'Baku and T'Challa about the sexual activities you performed for him last night

"I hope you two find a woman like mine, 'cuz she's got the tightest-"

Embarrassed, you cut him off 

"Erik!"

He looked in your direction, shocked to see you in the hallway as well, but quickly covered it up with a smug smile when you started to storm his way

"What?", he questioned innocently, causing M'Baku to smirk, while T'Challa shook his head

You scoffed

"I'd rather our personal life stay personal and not be spread all over the kingdom.", you informed him, trying to shake the conversation from your mind

"It's a compliment."

You roll your eyes, heading towards the kitchen

"No more talking about me!", you called back before walking into the kitchen; the sound of chuckling men following behind you

M'Baku

It was mid-morning and you and M'Baku had just finished breakfast together

You two were enjoying each other's company when you heard guards walk into the dining room

M'Baku's close friend following behind

He smiled, greeting the two of you

"M'Baku!"

"Rufaro! How have you been brother?"

They both embraced each other with the traditionally black handshake

A combination of a dap and manly hug, with a few strong pats on the back

Deep laughs come from both of the husky men

"I'm great. Good morning Y/N", he said as he went to hug you

"Good morning Rufaro. Nice to see you happy and well."

He smiled as to thank you

"M'Baku you ready?"

"Yes. I just need to retrieve my staff."

"I'll get it babe", you offered.

He nodded, gratefully

You rush to the throne room to get M'Baku's staff that was resting in his royal wooden case

Once you got it, you hesitated at the door, making sure he didn't need anything else before heading back

As you make your way back to the kitchen, you stop when you hear the two men talking in hushed whispers

"We do it all the time", M'Baku complained, sounding annoyed

WHAT THE HELL!? I know he isn't talking about-

Rufaro chuckled lightly

"Is that really a bad thing?", he questioned causing M'Baku to sigh

"We've done it every night this week."

Your eyes widened in horror realizing what they were talking about

How in the hell did this conversation even come about?

You were only gone for about thirty seconds

"And three times yesterday! I'm just tired. I can't keep up with her.", M'Baku explained, sounding a little disappointed

"Have you talked to her? Tried to tell her no?", Rufaro asked still sounding amused, which only furthered your embarrassment

"I don't want her to think I can't meet her needs."

You scoff at the irony of his statement

Honestly, all the sex was exhausting to you as well, but you wanted to make sure you met all of his needs

"M'Baku...", you called from the hall

Moments later, he exited the kitchen, shocked to find you standing so close

"You know talking about our sex life would be more productive if you talked to me about it?", you commented, smirking when he looked down in embarrassment. "Because honestly, I feel the same way.", you admitted sheepishly

"Glory to Hanuman!", he said with a laugh pulling you into a bone-crushing hug

"Alright, alright. But the next time you talk to anyone before me about our relationship, you won't get anything out of me whether you want it or not."

"Yes, my love."

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MASTER-LIST(UPDATED 5/25/2018)

Here is the masterlist for all the fics thus far. There will be more to come guys. I've thought up a BUNCH of ideas. Stay tuned. I will update as I get them out.

Thank you guys for reading. I appreciate the reception being my first time. I was terrified doing this thinking it would be whack but yall are so nice.

By the way I went crazy on the tags and tagged a lot of y'all some who asked some who didn't. 

**If you wanna not be or be tagged if you not here let me know.

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