Her Skin Looks So Kissable, The Things Id Let Her Do To Me I Cant Even Fathom

Her skin looks so kissable, the things I’d let her do to me i can’t even fathom

Lord of the Mountains

M'Baku x F!Reader

2.2k words

Summary: After Namor's attack on the Golden City, you are sent to Jabari for safety. You're not sure if you could ever feel safe again after what you endured a few days ago, until you finally meet the kind eyes of the Jabari Tribe's leader...

Warnings: Reader is claustrophobic, has an episode, mentions of nightmares, almost drowning, loss of loved ones, spoilers for Wakanda Forever.

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Water. There was water everywhere.

Flooding the streets, tidal waves taking people out left and right.

It barreled down each and every pathway, racing toward you as you desperately tried to run towards safety, the splashing sounds taunting you from behind.

The water bit at your heels before crashing over you-

You woke with a gasp, body covered in sweat, crawling along your skin.

Even though you knew you had just woken up from a nightmare, you couldn’t manage to even out your breathing.

Because it wasn’t totally a nightmare.

It was a memory. From just a few days ago when Wakanda was attacked.

You looked around at all of the sleeping bodies around you, their mats covering nearly every inch of the floor. There was no empty space. Nowhere to breathe. 

The walls of the small refuge created in the caves of the Jabari Tribe headquarters began to close in on you, and the space suddenly became too crowded.

And then you were drowning all over again, chest constricting, air refusing to reach your lungs.

Without thinking, you jumped out of your mat, maneuvering around all of the sleeping Wakandan refugees, black spots forming in your vision as the panic continued to rise in you.

Why did it feel like the path out of this room went on for miles and miles? Why was there no end in sight?

Finally, you made it through the sea of people and toward the dim hallway.

Before you could let out a sigh of relief, you heard it.

The splashing. The devastating waves.

They had found you once again.

You turned to look over your shoulder as you picked up your pace, sprinting down the hall to run away from the phantom tidal wave that chased you in your mind-

Until you crashed into something.

Something large, sturdy.

Someone, you gathered - as massive hands wrapped around your arms to keep you from stumbling to the ground. 

You looked up, eyes fighting the black spots to focus on the concerned brown eyes staring down at you.

A small voice in the back of your brain screamed to you that this man was important, a person of great respect, someone who deserved a bow or some sort of recognition.

Lord M’Baku, leader of the Jabari Tribe, the Great Gorilla. One of the fiercest warriors in all of Wakanda.

But the larger part of your mind was still breaking down, so for right now, he was someone you could cling to for support.

“Outside,” you gasped, your head growing dizzy. You needed to be out in the open fast or else you were going to pass out. “I need to get outside.”

He didn’t say anything, just nodded. His hands held onto you a little tighter as your legs grew wobbly beneath you.

“Can you walk?” he asked, low voice echoing through the hallway and deep inside your chest. 

You nodded, unable to speak, and it was all he needed. He shifted his hold to grab the small of your back and led you down the hall, holding you closely to his side to make sure you didn’t fall over.

“This way,” he murmured, veering off the main path and down a smaller corridor, and you almost protested being in the more confining space, but something told you to trust the man fighting to keep you upright.

A few seconds later, he was opening a large stone door built into the wall of the mountain. As you felt the cool night air hit your face, your body sagged further into him in relief before running out of his hold and toward the balcony ahead. 

It took a handful of heaving gulps before you managed to put enough air in your lungs to get rid of the black spots. You looked up from the stone below your hands and toward the view in front of you and let out a small gasp.

You must have been close to the peak of the mountain for a view like this, to see the entirety of Jabari, the neighboring mountains glittering with snow, the full moon illuminating every surface with a mesmerizing glow, millions of stars twinkling above.

The sounds of water were gone from your mind, and you were met with the peaceful silence of night.

Even though you had just gotten air back into your lungs, the scene before you momentarily took your breath away again once more, but in a much less terrifying way.

“Here,” M’Baku’s low voice came from behind. You turned around to see a glass of water held out in front of you. Looking up to meet those comforting brown eyes, you nodded a quick thanks and took the glass, knocking half of it back in one go.

When you looked back, you saw two large, empty hands fiddling together in front of the giant warrior, as if anxious.

“What else can I do?” he asked, desperate to help in any way.

Something in the protective tone in his voice put knots in your stomach and you shook your head. “I-I’m f-f-f-fine,” you replied, the shivers escaping from you exposing the fact that your sweat-covered body was now open to the freezing cold air and you were not, in fact, fine.

The lord of the mountain shook his head, a light huff escaping his chest as he took the fur off his back.

“No, n-no, you don’t have to-” you tried to protest, but before you could say another word the wrap was over your shoulders, and the sudden warmth radiating through your body was so  intoxicating that it brought a small smile to your face.

 M’Baku let out a grizzly laugh that brought even more warmth to your insides. “There it is,” he said.

Your brows furrowed. “There what is?”

“I was not going to find an ounce of rest this night if I did not get you to smile,” he replied.

You let out a small laugh, taking more of him in now that your nerves had settled.

Though he now stood a couple of feet away from you, you still needed to crane your neck back in order to look at his face. The man completely towered over you, his presence commanding the entire space.

And yet, you didn’t feel any fear around him, or like you were being looked down on by someone of high status in these lands.

You felt comforted, protected, safe, which had not been the case in the days since Namor attacked the Golden City. Since then, all you had known was fear.

His dark skin glowed under the moonlight, making his features even more breathtaking. Without the cover of his fur, you could see the bulging muscles from his bare shoulders all the way down his arms.

There had been many times during your time in Wakanda that you heard whispers of the lord of the mountains, and how M’Baku’s strength could only be met with that of the Black Panther themself.

You imagined him lifting your body into the air with complete ease, a thought you never inherently had with any other man you had encountered. 

“How are you not cold right now, Your Lordship?” you asked, shivering at the thought of him being so exposed in such cold weather. 

He tsk’ed, taking a step forward and extending his arm out. “I am the heart of these mountains, my lady. There is a fire in my veins that no cold can put out.”

You rested a hand on his large bicep, the warmth radiating from it sending a shiver down your spine. Had you been able to focus on anything other than the feeling of his smooth, muscled skin, you would have heard the small hitch in his breath from your touch.

“M’Baku,” he said softly, and you looked back up at him. “Call me M’Baku.”

How could you say no to such a request, with the way his eyes bore into yours?

You gave him your name, and he mouthed it to himself, feeling the string of letters along his lips.

“You are not from Wakanda,” he said after a beat. A statement rather than a question.

“I am not,” you still responded.

“You chose a terrible time to visit.” The joking tone in his voice made you laugh.

“I suppose not,” you said, finally noticing that your hand was still on his arm. You forced yourself to remove it. “I’ve been here for a few years, actually. Used to work for Shield as a scientist, and was assigned here by Steve Rogers for a few months to work with the Wakandan scientists and Bucky Barnes. After everything with…Thanos, I was officially out of a job. Bruce Banner pulled a few strings with Shuri and allowed me to continue working here.”

“I wish our paths had crossed sooner.”

Your throat constricted, tears welling in your eyes and you nodded. “Me, too.”

Concern returned to his expression and he rested a hand on your cheek. “What is wrong?”

A scoff escaped from your lips before you could remind yourself that you were speaking with practically royalty. 

“I’m sorry.” Your bottom lip began quivering. “I mean, what isn’t wrong right now? Wakanda is under attack, and I lost friends who have been my family these last few years. I also don’t know if I’ll ever be able to sleep without having nightmares of almost drowning ever again-”

Strong arms wrapped around you, cutting off your rambling as they completely consumed you in warmth and security as you cried into the chest of the great leader.

Some unknown number of minutes passed before he pulled away, your composure returning. His hand went back to your cheek, thumb wiping away a tear.

“I know things appear grim right now, but I swear on Hanuman himself that I will do everything in my power to protect Wakanda and its people…” his serious expression turned sly and he winked, “especially its visitors with the most radiant of smiles.”

Your smile returned, and so did your laugh.

“Thank you, M’Baku.”

With a nod, he lowered his hand to grab yours. “Come. Let’s get you to bed.”

Panic arose in you once more at the thought of being in the small room with so many other people. “I think I’d rather stay out here-”

“Nonsense. I have a private room in my chambers where you can rest.” He waved his free hand behind him to show off the giant glass window, behind it a cozy bedroom.

“Oh no, I don’t want to intrude.”

He rolled his eyes. “Y/n, the whole of Wakanda is intruding on my lands this evening. Now, please stop trying to argue with the Great Gorilla before I show you how I got that name.”

Your feet slowed, stomach dropping at the threat. But when he turned around, there was a mischievous look on his face, and a grin from ear to ear. He winked at you again and you found yourself laughing at the powerful warrior before you.

“My apologies, Mr. Great Gorilla,” you retorted, pulling a low, rumbly laugh from him.

He escorted you into the room, remaining at the doorway, his back turned away from you as you sat on the bed.

“I will leave you to rest,” he said, hand going to the door.

“Wait-” you called, unable to stop yourself. His hand paused. “This is definitely too much to ask, and I’m sure you have a million other things to take care of…but is there any chance you could stay?”

M’Baku turned back to you, and you immediately opened your mouth to try and take back your request.

But the look in those kind eyes halted your words, and without hesitation he nodded.

“Anything you need.”

All I need is you, you thought. 

You swallowed. “Thank you.”

He walked over, sitting on the bed next to you, your backs pressed against the headboard, gazes toward the wall in front of you.

The two of you sat there in silence for a few moments, your thumbs twiddling on your lap as a newfound awkwardness slowly ate at you.

M’Baku cleared his throat, clearly in the same state of discomfort as you were.

“So,” you finally said, “how did you earn the title of Great Gorilla?”

His lips curved upward as he looked over at you. “I am so glad you asked. It all started when…”

The two of you stayed awake for hours, sharing stories and asking each other questions.

Finally, as your lids grew heavier and heavier, gravity pulled your head to the muscular shoulder next to you as sleep pulled you under.

When you awoke, the sun was shining, and you felt rested for the first time in days.

You also felt a familiar sturdiness underneath your cheek, as well as a large arm wrapped around your waist.

Looking up, you found M’Baku staring down on you, a serious - almost nervous - look on his face.

He smiled. “Good morning, Y/n. How did you sleep?”

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A Veritable Feast

Pairing: M’Baku x black reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Minors, ageless, blank, & non-updated blogs will be blocked immediately.

Warning: For 18+ readers, contains smut and naughty language!

Word count: 3,729 words

Plot: A florist moves to a mountain town and becomes intrigued by the local librarian.

Notes: This was meant to be fluff, ha. One of my harder stories to write, hope you like it!

You were new in town, and one of the first things you always did to settle down was to get a library card. You enjoyed visiting a new library and seeing what sort of books the locals liked to read, though sometimes the selection left a lot to be desired.

It was still just warm enough that you didn’t need a coat, so you put on your favourite Thank Black Women sweatshirt and dark high-waisted jeans that highlighted your impressive assets. You wore gold Fulani earrings to match your trainers, your thick hair in two large braids. A quick swipe of glossy berry red lipstick finished off the casual look. You felt ready to explore.

The autumn afternoon was brisk as you strolled to the People’s Library full of espresso and cake from the cute cafe near your house. You wondered why it was called that. It was housed in a quaint cottage, with a small hand-drawn sign welcoming visitors. You walked inside and gasped, a smile growing on your face.

It was adorable.

Each section had labels drawn like the sign outside, with sweet little illustrations. The ceiling was covered in fairy lights and leaves, making the space feel magical. You browsed the shelves, your smile widening with each title. Classic black literature, radical politics, decolonisation, womanism, queer texts.

Even the children’s section followed the themes, showing happy black and brown faces, books about loving your natural hair, your history, your culture. You would have killed to have this as a kid.

You wandered back to the main section, kneeling at the biographies. You couldn’t decide between Zora Neale Hurston and James Baldwin, so you got them both, along with a couple poetry books.

You walked over to the check out desk, where you were confronted with the most beautiful man you’d ever seen.He wore thin gold glasses that didn’t hide the beauty of his strong features, which were only accentuated by his carefully sculpted beard.

The soft lighting from above highlighted the gentle slope of his cheekbones and the velvet smoothness of his rich, dark skin. You were temporarily dumbstruck. All you could think about was the fullness of his lips and how soft they seemed. You looked into his warm, patient eyes, which watched you expectantly. Oh shit, the books.

“Uh, sorry. Hi.” You put your small pile down.

“Thank you.” His voice was deep and mellifluous. He had an accent that made each word sound musical. You looked at him in confusion.

“Your sweatshirt, it says to thank you.” He gave a charming, self-conscious giggle. You gave him a small smile, looking down.

“Ha, you’re welcome. Uh, I’m new here, I need to register for a card.” You gave an apologetic smile.

“Fantastic! Welcome to our town, have you settled in alright?”

“Yeah, everything’s been great, just visited a cafe next to my place, Marcie’s?” He smiled warmly at the mention of the cafe. His smile was gorgeous, with a slight gap between his front teeth. Damn him.

“Marcie is great! They do seasonal treats, keep an eye out for their Halloween cookies. Are you working in town?”

“Yeah, I’m a florist, I just opened a new shop near here. It’s called ‘Darling Blooms’. My mother’s maiden name was Darling.” You smiled joyfully, this was a dream in the making for years.

“I’ll have to visit. I don’t know much about flowers.”

“I’ll teach you all you need to know. I’m going to run some classes on floral arrangements and seasonal designs.”

You both chatted easily as you filled out a registration form. He stood up and turned to scan your form and your hand flew up to your mouth to stifle your gasp.

He was massive. Like sculpted by the gods massive.

He wore a simple slate grey jumper and relaxed black trousers and they could barely contain his muscles. You fanned yourself slightly. Why was it so hot? You realised he was speaking.

C’mon girl, get it the fuck together, you chided yourself.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“I said that you have a nice name.” He turned back to you as he sat down, passing you your new library card. Your face felt exceedingly hot.

“Thank you so much- sorry, I’m being so rude. What’s your name?”

The librarian gave you a cheeky grin. “My name is M’Baku.”

Fuck, did everything about him have to be sexy? “M’Baku.” You tasted it on your tongue, feeling out the syllables.

You noticed an odd expression flit across M’Baku’s face, but it disappeared just as quickly.

“Well M’Baku, you also have a lovely name. Where are you from?” You leaned on the counter, unconsciously moving closer to his large frame.

“A small country in east Africa, Wakanda.” He said it proudly. “I grew up in the mountains, but moved here as a student. This region reminds me of home.”

“That’s really cool, I’ve only been to Ghana and Senegal, I would love to see more of the continent.”

“My country is beautiful, you must see it one day.” You both lapsed into silence, gazing at each other for a moment.

You smoothed your braids and cleared your throat. You reached for your books as the librarian attempted to pass them to you. Your fingers brushed together over Baldwin’s amused gaze.

You quickly withdrew your hand, picking up the books carefully.

“Uh, t-thank you! Nice meeting you, M’Baku.” You placed the books carefully in your tote bag.

“See you soon.” His expression was inscrutable.

You gave the librarian a small wave. “Yeah, see you soon.”

You saw each other weekly as you dropped off old books and borrowed new ones. You began to feel comfortable around your hot librarian. Soon, you started bringing in drinks and treats as you settled into friendship. You helped around the place, bringing over flowers and plants to add to the cosiness.

“Morning, M’Baku. Can’t stay, just thought you’d like something sugary.” You passed him a large hot chocolate and a brown bag with a sizable blueberry muffin inside.

“Praise Hanuman!” He glanced over at the screaming kids running through the shelves. “They’re driving me crazy,” he said in a low voice.

“You love it, don’t front.” Your heart swelled as he gave you a joyful grin. You couldn’t help but return his smile. M’Baku looked suddenly serious.

“So, Violet, I was wondering, would you like to perhaps- go out for dinner with me tonight? We could go to the new Indian restaurant, I know you said you hadn’t visited yet. I mean, if you are not busy with your store.”

He had started calling you Violet after you told him that you were a florist. He said that all sorts of rare violets grew in his country.

“Uh,” you stuttered in surprise, flustered. You felt suddenly weightless. “Yeah, that would be great. I finish at 6, wanna meet at 7?”

M’Baku looked overjoyed before trying to temper his expression. “Yes, great, I will see you then.”

“Mr M, Mr M!” A little girl interrupted, waving a picture book. She was almost hopping up and down.“ Is it almost time for story time?”

M’Baku smiled gently at her, adjusting his glasses. “Yes, Michelle, it’s almost time. Should we find Miss Erika?”

The little girl nodded happily, the beads at the end of her braids tinkling against each other in joyful movement. M’Baku stood and looked at you apologetically. You gave him a reassuring smile.

“See you tonight Mr M,” you called out as you opened the door, a blast of frigid mountain air greeting you. What were you going to wear?

The day went quickly. Your shop was doing well, with townspeople not only happy to buy flowers and plants, but to learn about the art of caring for them and using them to make their lives more beautiful. You even hired a small staff that helped you run the place and tend to the greenery. As the last customer left, you sagged against the counter.

“Shit, that was a busy day.” You looked over at Nia, a pretty girl with long, caramel-coloured dreads. She was ambitious and hard-working, juggling work with her studies.

You removed your dirt-covered canvas apron. “Sorry to ask this, but would you mind closing up tonight? I think I’m going on a date.”

Nia looked up from the plant that she was trimming. “A date? Look at you!”

You rubbed your neck. “Shut up. It’s more of a friend date.” Nia grinned, raising an immaculately groomed brow.

“Sure. Who’s the lucky person?”

“M’Baku, he works at the library-“

“Girl, I know who he is! Everyone knows who he is! Why are you still standing here, go!” Nia looked outraged.

She jumped up, wiping her hands. She practically steered you out the door. “Go get your man! I’ll clean up, don’t worry about it.”

“Thanks-” the door closed before you could finish. You hurried home.

You must have tried on at least twenty outfits. What do you wear for a date that might not be a date? 

You settled on something comfortable and simple, but still cute. A short champagne sweater dress that hugged your curves, topped with your favourite necklace, a large gold 70s pendant that your mother gifted you. Thigh high, chunky-heeled leather boots in a rich, shiny oxblood added colour. Small gold button earrings completed the look.

You left your hair alone, focussing on your makeup, with sparkling copper eyeshadow bringing out the warmth of your skin, and a sinfully deep red lipstick to accentuate the full curve of your lips.

You appraised yourself in the mirror. Your family always called you big boned as a child. You heard all sorts of descriptors growing up, some kinder than others. Chubby, fat, thick.

You chose to simply view yourself as hot. Hopefully, M’Baku would agree.

You told your plants to wish you luck as you left your house, throwing on a leather jacket. You walked quickly to the restaurant, feeling excited with a slight edge of terror. As you walked closer to the building, you could already see your librarian waiting. He was very hard to miss. He seemed to be holding a gift.

You waved as he spotted you. Did he- did he look nervous? You stood on your tiptoes to air kiss him.

“Evening Mr M,” you said with a smile. He wore a button-up under his normal jumper, with a well tailored grey suit. You couldn’t help but give him a sneaky once over.

“Violet, you look- you look wonderful.” He was definitely nervous. You gave him a shy smile.

“Thank you. Should we go in?”

M’Baku looked relieved. ”Yes, please.”

You followed him into the restaurant, which looked modern and cheerful. Pop art murals of Bollywood stars past and present decorated the walls.

“This place is cool,” you murmured, looking around. It was already crowded, the happy sounds of customers providing an ongoing soundtrack.

“How many for your party, sir,” asked the maître d’.

“Just two, please.” M’Baku smiled at you briefly as you were led to a small marble table at the window. Plush velvet cocktail chairs awaited you, their softness inviting.

Candles and a small vase decorated the table. The maître d’ placed two menus down with a brief, perfunctory smile before returning to the door.

You both glanced over the menu before you looked up. You watched M’Baku’s brow furrow as he thought about what to order.

“So, M’Baku, why did you become a librarian?”

He looked up at you with warm brown eyes. “My tribe takes our culture and tradition very seriously. I wanted to help your people do the same thing, to protect their history.”

“Wow, that’s noble of you, M.” And really fucking sexy, you thought to yourself. M’Baku looked pleased at the compliment.

“That’s why I and a few others made the People’s Library. We wanted a place that actually reflected the community, and not as an afterthought. It’s been a rewarding, and tiring, experience.”

You discretely pressed your thighs together. He couldn’t be real.

“How about you? Why flowers?” Your conversation halted as the waiter came by. You both ordered drinks and vegetarian options, looking at each other in surprise.

“I didn’t know that you were vegetarian.”

“My entire tribe is, we hold animals as sacred. And vegetables are so tasty.” You laughed softly at his enthusiasm.

You told him about your upbringing, how your grandmother took care of her small backyard in her rundown neighbourhood, turning it into a mini paradise that all the children played in. How your mother made a cramped apartment feel verdant and welcoming. How all flowers had a meaning and how plants could help you make anywhere into a home.

He watched you speak, engrossed, though you didn’t notice the way his eyes travelled continuously to your lips.

Your drinks and dishes started to arrive as you chatted. It was a feast, and everything looked delicious.

M’Baku smiled at you. “Lettuce begin.”

You winced and put your head in your hands with a low groan. “I can’t believe you said that.”

M’Baku leaned forward. “I’m sorry, was that too corn-y? I’m so sorrel, can you peas forgive me?” He chuckled for far too long at his own terrible puns.

“This is a major character flaw, M.” You frowned at him.

M’Baku put up his hands in defeat. “I’m sorry. Let’s squash it.”

“Ugh, cheque please?” you called out, making your dinner date laugh again.

After the barrage of puns, conversation resumed. You discussed books and politics and music, your shared love of travelling and nature. There weren’t any awkward silences, just shared laughter over an amazing meal.

“Oh god, I feel stuffed,” you groaned as you both paid for the dinner.

“Let’s take a walk, it always helps with digestion.” M’Baku extended his arm, which you happily accepted. You quietly marvelled at his obvious strength.

You took a small walk around the town, with M’Baku acting as your tour guide. He gave you a brief history of the area, the freed people who founded it and made it thrive, the black businesses and institutions which still lived on in memory. He talked about the mountains of his youth and his love of the outdoors, his eyes wistful.

“Do you ever think about going back?” you asked softly. He met your gaze slowly, considering.

“Sometimes. But then I always find something new to make me stay.” You smiled at him as your heartbeat quickened.

You looked around. You hadn’t realised how far you walked. “This is my street. Walk me to my door?”

“Of course.” Most of the houses were already dark as people began to give into slumber. The street lights lit the path towards your house.

He walked you to your porch, silence finally moving between you.

“Would you like to come in? I could make some tea.” Your voice was hopeful.

“That would be nice, Violet.” His deep voice was hushed in an effort not to disturb the quiet street.

You fiddled with your keys in the dark, eventually opening the door.

“Welcome to my home,” you said cheerfully as you turned on the lights, trying to disguise your growing nervousness. You hung up your jacket and took his blazer.

“It’s beautiful,” M’Baku said as you walked into the living room. You had painted everything in warm cheerful colours to best catch the sunlight.

Plants and floral arrangements were on every surface, making the room feel tropical.

“Have a seat, I’ll be back in a minute.” M’Baku made your sofa seem comically small as he sat down.

You took off your boots and walked quickly to the kitchen, making two cups of herbal tea. You brought them into the living room without a single spill, which seemed miraculous.

Your hands were shaky as you put the cups down on the coffee table.

“I had a nice night, M’Baku,” you said shyly.

“I did as well.” He fidgeted slightly. “I meant to give you this earlier, my apologies.” He passed you the neatly wrapped present.

“Oh M, you didn’t have to do that,” you responded. “I didn’t get you anything.”

“Your company was all I needed.” He gave you a warm smile. “Now please, open it. I know that you said that you liked this author-“

“Oh, M’Baku, thank you!” It was a beautiful hardcover edition of Octavia Butler’s Fledgling. You opened the cover.

A message was written in M’Baku’s neat hand, the dark ink etched into the crisp white of the textured page.

To a precious and beautiful violet. Enjoy.

-M

You looked up from the book, eyes wide. M’Baku watched you, waiting for you to say something, anything. You placed the book down carefully next to your waiting mug.

You moved closer to the librarian, your wonderful, dashing librarian, and kissed him.

He looked surprised for the briefest of moments before leaning into your embrace. Strong arms brought you closer to him, making you feel instantly at ease. M’Baku’s lips were wonderfully soft, and you couldn’t help but moan softly as you tasted him. His cologne filled your senses, a heady scent of fresh herbal notes and a deeper, earthier musk.

The librarian pushed you softly onto the sofa, his large frame dwarfing yours as the kiss became more passionate. He removed his glasses, placing them on the table. You were suddenly overcome by the eroticism of such a simple gesture. You looked into his face, always so fiercely proud, with eyes full of emotion.

He was careful not to put his full weight on you, which was the opposite of what you wanted. You pulled him on top of you, delighting in the solidness of him.

“Thank you for the present, M’Baku. I really enjoyed our date,” you spoke between fervent kisses. He sat up suddenly, making you whine in protest.

“I like you, Violet. It makes me happy when you come to visit me each week, and I want to see you more often. A lot more. I mean, if you want that.” He seemed worried.

“Of course I want to see you more. You gave me a book on the first date. I’m not letting you go!”

M’Baku gave you a sly grin as he began to remove his jumper and shirt. You giggled in shock when you saw the broadness of his chest.

“Holy shit. Praise Hanuman,” you whispered. His grin widened.

“Where is your bedroom? I want to show you how much I like you.” His low growl of a voice made you tremble with want.

You took his hand and led him up the creaking stairs. When you entered the calm respite of your bedroom, he sat on the bed, legs splayed wide, watching you intensely. You could see the sizeable bulge growing in his trousers. You slowly removed your jewellery, keeping him waiting.

You turned around to remove your dress, displaying the curve of your backside before revealing the lacy confection of your underwear. M’Baku stood and moved towards you, his dark eyes full of unbridled lust. He picked you up with ease and placed you on the bed.

“You are beautiful, my flower. Do you have condoms?”

“Nah, I’m on birth control.”

M’Baku nodded. “I’m clean.”

He removed the remainder of his clothes and you felt as though you had died and gone to heaven. He resumed his position over you, his large, firm hand slowly moving up the softness of your thigh until he reached your soaked and aching core, making you gasp and release a needy moan.

He captured your mouth once more as he slowly filled you, until you cried out in bliss. You wrapped your legs around his waist as his thrusts slowly increased, his dick sliding deliciously against your spot.

Your cries grew louder as he manhandled you, turning you over and pushing down your back so that your ass was in the air in full invitation.

The thickness of his length brushed tantalisingly against sensitive skin, twitching at every sound that fell from your lips.

He groaned as he stared at you. All you could do was desperately sigh a simple plea in response.

“Please, M’Baku. Baby. Make me yours.”

He happily complied, fucking you in all manner of ways until all you could do was scream his name and beg for another stroke of his powerful dick as he spread you even further.

When you came all over his shaft, dripping and moaning, he considered it a starter course. For that evening, he made sure that you received a full course meal, until you felt stuffed all over again in the best of ways.

You knew he was finally satisfied when he filled you with his seed, fucking it into your wrecked pussy as he kissed your neck and sighed contentedly against your skin. He pulled out, holding you tight. You cuddled against him as his cooling seed dripped out of you.

He gently played with your nipples, making you rock against him slightly. You got up and gave him a fleeting kiss. “Back in a sec, M.”

A quick trip to the bathroom was followed by a jog downstairs to pick up your book and M’Baku’s glasses. You turned off all the lights as you went before returning happily to the beautiful man in your bed.

You put the glasses and book on your night table and returned into his arms. M’Baku made a small sound of happiness as your ass pressed against him. “How was that, my flower?”

“I’ll let you say as many terrible puns as you want if you fuck me like that again.”

“Fantastic! I wouldn’t want you to feel pun-ished by my jokes!”

You turned to face him, kissing him gently. “You ain’t shit, M. I take it all back, get out of my house!”

M’Baku gave a sleepy chuckle as he pulled you close. “Sorry my violet, but I did what you asked. I made you mine, you’re stuck with me and my great jokes.”

You pulled your sheet and blanket over your bodies, eyes already drooping shut. You yawned, holding the hand that cradled your stomach.

“Yeah, guess I am. Night, baby.” The world around you blurred into comforting darkness as you drifted to sleep.

Y’all want pt.3 tonight if I can??

Also how y’all feeling about it so far??

𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 ༊

pairing: emerald haywood x black fem!reader

word count: 2k

synopsis: you were missing your girlfriend so when she returned home, you showed her how much you missed her when she’d be away from you 25/8.

warnings: (18+ smut) & (cursing)

tags: @abenomeiiii @playhousedistee @vampzxi @heejayy @amplifiedmoan @sapphicvqmpires @oceean @everythingiseverythingl

A/N hey guys!!! this is just a lil sum sum because imma whore for emerald 🌚. anyways, hope ya like it! (also didn’t proofread so.. hehe— ignore any errors!) feel free to leave me any tips, iam very new to this so cut me some slack luvbugs.

emerald had been spending lots of time with her brother lately, not that you were against it, you admired that she wanted to be up hanging around her brother, it just simply felt like she didn’t have time for you. she’d be coming in late when you’d already been in bed, fast asleep. her working late almost every day didn’t make it any better. it had been this way for the past two weeks. two whole weeks you suffered, feeling quite lonely. truthfully, you missed her. you missed her touch, her kisses, her compliments, you missed it all.

it had been awhile since you and her have touched on each other in such intimate ways. as you were laying down in bed, you felt yourself heating up in between your legs as you thought about about her, flash backs from the times she had you on all fours, the times she had you begging to let you cum. the thought of her making you beg made your arousal scurry down your thigh. you squeezed your legs together, not making the sensation any better.

you continued, slightly opening up your legs and squeezing them closed again & again. the feeling becoming more pleasurable each time, causing your breathing to pick up. you stood up and walked over to the other side of the room, opening up a drawer. inside were a few of your favorite toys. you picked out your purple vibrator and hopped right back into your bed.

you pulled down your panties and cut on your vibrator, on the lowest setting. you huffed before spreading your legs a bit and placing the head of your vibrator on your clit. “fuck!” you hissed at the feeling. you let it stay there for awhile, as you began thinking about how emerald had you the last time you two had sex. her bending you over in shower popped up into your head, making you moan out louder. “mm fuck.” you turned it up higher, making you buck your hips upward, grinding against the vibrations.

you begin to move your vibrator in a circular motion, still grinding against it. “emerald! unnh.” you felt yourself getting closer, turning it up a bit higher. “shit, emerald! i’m so close, baby— fuck!”riding out your high, you moved your head slightly to right and—emerald?!

you powered off your vibrator and covered yourself up in your blanket. (yeah, as if em hasn’t seen every inch of your body already.)

“why you stop, mama?” emerald glared at you. “how long have you been standing there?” you say and itself muffled from hiding underneath the blanket. “a while.” she claimed and you swore you could sense her smirking at this very moment. “long enough to hear ‘unnh! emerald! unnh unnnh’” emerald mimicked. you sat up and threw the pillow behind you at her, missing terribly. “you’re not funny.” you frowned, crossing your arms. “aww, did my baby miss me? hm?” she walked over towards you, taking her index finger to your chin and lifting up your face to look up at her. “i did! you’re always gone, em.” you pout.

“i know baby, i know,” she leaned down to kiss your forehead. “oj’s going on a business trip for 3 weeks so you know what that means, pretty girl?” “hopefully that i get you to myself?” you say selfishly with no care in the world. “yes lover.” she brought her lips to yours. she tasted sweet. you would feel her kiss you in your sleep but this little peck, you missed and wanted more. when she pulled away, you pulled her back down to you, deepening the kiss. coming up for air, emerald backs away.

“you not off the hook, y/n.” she smirked, leaning against the wall. “finish what you started.” she crossed her arms. “you’re here now, so why don’t you finish what i started.” you got up, walking over to where emerald stood. “how bout,” emerald grabbed you by the waist and backed you up towards the bed. “you do as i say.” emerald challenged. “okay baby.” you accepted. “sit.” she said sternly.

you did as she said and sat down at the edge of your bed. “now finish what you started, like i said.” you nodded and grabbed your vibrator, turning it on. it had already been at a fast speed from earlier. you then spread your legs wider, making sure emerald had a good view before placing it back on your already sensitive bud, making you hiss at the impact. “shit!” emerald stood over you, smirking. you could already feel your orgasm building up as your vibrator dug into your pussy. “unnh! emerald.” the look on her face couldn’t have been more sexier. she loved that she had such an affect on you but knowing what you do to her makes you leak uncontrollably.

“my shit sound good in your mouth, say that shit again mama.” she praised. “fuck emmy! unnh. i’m so- fuck i’m so close baby.” you moaned out, bucking your hips over and over. emerald came back to reality and took away your vibrator from you, making you whine. she turned it off and put it on the dresser.

“what the fuck, em?” you shouted. “couldn’t have you cumming just yet, my love.” she grinned. emerald slipped off her pants and shirt.

leaving her in just her boxers and matching polo sports bra. emerald then walked over to you, pushed you back down onto the bed, laying on top of you. her thumb glided across your lip before she put her lips onto yours. you wrapped your legs around her waist and your arms around her neck, deepening this kiss. the kisses started trailing down your neck, letting out breathy moans.

her hand started to travel down to your dripping cunt. “p-please, em.” you whined. “please what? what you want me to do for you baby?” she said in between kisses on your chest. “make me cum please.”

her fingers landed on your clit in a split second. she started with slow circles on your sensitive bud. she removed her fingers, spit on them and then put them back onto your pussy. moving a bit faster now. “shit! em.” her fingers moved down to your hole, she circled her two fingers around it before inserting them inside you. “oh fuck-“ you moaned out. she started pumping them in and out of you and you were now a moaning mess.

“look at me pretty.” emerald sat up to hover over you as she fucked into you. you opened your eyes and looked up at her, making an o shape with your mouth as she rammed her fingers into you harder with her fingers slightly curved. “that’s my good girl. you’re so wet for me.” she praised. making you close your eyes again. she slammed harder into you. “look at me i said.” she demanded. your eyes shot back up to her. you held onto her shoulders. “fuck baby. baby i’m going to cum! unnh.”

emerald leaned back down to kiss you. her fingers went back to your clit, moving swiftly in an circular motion. making you moan in her mouth. you felt your orgasm was approaching. you mumbled cuss words into her mouth as you began to release. “that’s it my love, cum on me.” still rubbing your clit as your juices squirted all down your leg and onto the sheets. your back arched at the sensation.

emerald laid down on the bed next to you and pulled you into a hug to comfort you while you come down from your high. “how was that?” em questioned. “it was g-good.” you say, still out of breath. “was it? nah, i don’t think you had enough.” she smirked. emerald got up and lifted you up. you stood up and she turned you around, your back facing her front. she took her right hand and placed it on your boob and her other hand went down to your pussy. she rubbed her fingers through your slick and brought her fingers up to your mouth, you sucked like you knew you were supposed to and you moaned at your taste.

she removed her fingers and put them into her mouth, licking and sucking them. when she removed them she pushed you onto the bed and you landed flat on your stomach. you then felt her cold warm hands lift your ass up into the air, arching your back. “you know i’m not done with you right?” she laid on her kneeled down onto the bed behind you.

she smacked your ass, making you winch in pain. she grabbed your waist from the bottom and began licking your pussy from the back. her smooth tongue gliding around your pussy made you lose your arch. “unt unt, keep that ass up for me.” emerald said, tapping your thigh. you fixed your arch as emerald ate you out. she sucked on your clit, making you moan out. if you had neighbors, they’d surely know her name now. she stuck her tongue into your pussy, fucking in and out of your hole.

her grip on your waist got tighter and she started pulling you up closer into her face. “y- you feel so fucking- fuck! so good!” you managed to say. she dug into you even deeper, savoring your taste and moaning into you. sending vibrations into your pussy, making it wetter and wetter. your breathing started to pick up as you felt your next orgasm coming soon. “just like that baby. fuck! don’t stop!” you whined. her grip on you tightened as she made her way back to your clit, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “yes! i’m going to- i’m going to cum, fuck!”

after letting go, she continued eating you out. the overstimulation was too much to handle so you laid down on your stomach, legs beginning to shake. emerald sat up, face glistening from your release all

on her face she flipped you over and laid next to you again. you laid on her chest as she massaged you back, trying to calm you down. “you good, baby?” you took a while to respond, your chest was heaving up and down.

finally calm, you look down in emeralds eyes. “i’m okay.” you assure. emerald shut her eyes and smiled. when she didn’t open them again for a while, you thought she’d had been done with you and was going to bed. you weren’t done with her though. you got up and moved your hand up and down her thighs. “one more emmy, please?” emerald sat up and bit her bottom lip. “what do you want to do?” she raised a brow. you smirked and slowly pulled down her boxers while keeping eye contact, basically asking for approval.

the sight of her dripping pussy made you heat up in between your legs. you lifted up one of her legs and one of your and sat down in between her legs. feeling each other’s wetness. you reached for her bra and she helped you pull it over her head. you kissed her lips, tasting yourself on her. you kissed down her neck, on her breasts, sucking and licking on her nipples as you started to slowly grind against her. you rocked your hips, feeling a trail of her slick leak down your thighs. “fuck y/n.” she moaned. she then grinds in sync with you. you picked up the speed, making emerald make an o shape with her mouth. “you feel so fucking good.” she moaned beneath you.

“i missed you so much, em” you grind against her faster, your clits meeting every time, making you ache. “unnh. baby!” she moaned out, grabbing at your hips and bucking up against you. the sinful squelching noises echoing throughout the room only amped you up more, you fucked against her harder, nearly close to cumming. “y/n baby, i’m going to c- cum!” em whined, out of breath.

“cum baby, cum on my shit.” you huffed, gripping on emerald tighter. “i’m cumming!” emerald whimpered. you felt her releasing herself on you, the next time your clits met, you felt yourself cumming right after her. “fuck y/n, you’re so wet.” emerald breathed out. you collapsed on her chest once again, out of breath.

“you really did miss me, huh?” emerald chuckled. “yes, yes i did.” you replied. “my baby.” she massaged your back. “let’s go shower, alright?” “who said i was done?” you sat up and smirked. “who said you couldn’t finish in the shower?” she challenged. “race ya!” you got up and tried to run, forgetting you just came a few times and your legs were numb. you sat your wobbly behind down on the floor before you bust your ass.

“see look at you, fiending.” she laughed. “shut up and come help me.” you pouted.