A/N: Did anyone request this? Nope! Will anyone read it? IDK! This just sorta happened. I didn’t know what was going to happen, M’Baku didn’t know what was going to happen. I promise the shoes were there for a reason but that just didn’t happen and lololololololololol you expect me to edit this??? Like I ramble. I rant. We know this. @muse-of-mbaku you were warned
Summary: M’Baku takes reader’s virginity. Nakia is amazing. There are some emotions.
Warnings: Wow. Time to expose myself. Um… camping, Penguins of Madagascar, Louis Vuitton’s, anxiety, miscarriage (but only a little) like kinda angsty a little, fluff, smut, commas. like a lot of commas. I invented the comma. adverbs, as usual. Langauge. Virgin!reader (but that doesn’t mean like some innocent little kid okay? its 2018. Virginity is a social construct), candles are a fire hazard, also wear a condom. Nakia is a ride or die. I like matte lipstick.
Wc: 3920
You and M’Baku had been together for almost a year. When Nakia recommended you for the position of liaison to the Jabari you thought her mad. You were barely a functioning adult and she wanted to pluck you from your cush and luxurious job of putting up with idiots for barely enough pay to afford those cute new Louis Vuitton currently hugging your feet. You smiled remembering how hard you saved for your first “Treat Yo’ Self” day. It was a good day. But Nakia wanted to take you from the place that had inadvertently funded your desire for killer shoes to have you make nice with a bunch of people you had literally only heard ghost stories about.
Like over a campfire. An actual campfire.
Even though you hated camping.
Nakia had once again pushed you out of your comfort zone. If being outside is sooooooo good why has humanity spent the last 2500 years perfecting inside? Bending it to our whim? Because the outside is a horrific hellscape filled with mosquitos and humidity and roots you never failed to trip over. Inside was air-conditioned and featured filtered water and this wonderful thing called electricity which allowed you to binge watch Queer Eye.
But for Nakia, you would do anything.
She was your best friend and had never failed to show up for you. When your prom date canceled at the last minute to go with his ex who he swore he was over, Nakia was there. When your brother got your childhood friend pregnant and you were left to pick up the pieces in both their lives when she miscarried, Nakia was there. When T’Challa lost his temper and pulled rank on Nakia, warning her to mind her place in all his 13-year-old wisdom, you were there to dry her tears. You were there to pick her up in whatever country, not question the bruises or new scars, and simply love her until she remembered what her true name was and what weight it carried. What love. Your friendship was as natural to you as the beat of your heart and for her, you would do anything.
Which is why when she suggested you become the liaison to the Jabari… it had only taken 3 shots of tequila to convince you!
You had graciously taken the job and the not insignificant pay raise and only grimaced internally at the thought of somehow getting these people to listen to you. You were pleasantly surprised by the hospitality and kindness of the Jabari. They welcomed you with open arms and minds and took what you said to heart. They were not nearly the monsters that stupid guide made them out to be. They were a phenomena you had never encountered before – a people of flesh but made of stone. They were kind and welcoming, but they were hard. Living separate all those centuries created walls where before there were none. They learned to live a new life, a life that required fortitude. They learned to learn hard. To fight hard. More importantly, when they loved, they loved hard.
Which is why you and M’Baku were so well matched.
You loved with everything in you. You didn’t know how else to love. Whatever you felt, you felt it to your core. You knew exactly who you were and you refused to apologize for the space you occupied or how you occupied it. Through the years you had faced many a naysayer who thought for some ungodly reason that their opinion suddenly mattered. To them, you simply recited the mantra your mother taught you: “Pettiness comes from insecurities, so allow me to love you while you deal with what pains you.” Your father always echoed “Sometimes love is a whooping, so you better get on so I can love you from a distance.” Those who knew you knew to take your words to heart. Those who didn’t quickly learned when you demonstrated how many deadly fighting moves Nakia had taught you. You had no regrets. You warned her “If you teach me how to kill a man with lipstick, I’ll teach you to regret teaching me how to kill a man with a lipstick.” She had laughed. You had been serious. Let’s just say she does your makeup when you go out with her now. For reasons.
Impulsivity aside, you were an emotional person, though you hid it well. M’Baku had taken one look at you and was determined to bed you. He was a visual person and was very much so into every aspect of your visual. From the sway of your hips to the chub of your belly to the weird mark on the back of your knee that you think might be a birthmark but you can’t really see it? Might it be cancer? How long have you had it? Who knows. (Nakia knows, it’s a birthmark. You’re just dramatic). He loved all of it. He wanted all of it. And he had done everything in his power to have it. Gifts. Grand gestures. Gold. You wanted only a little. Like a smidge. Every once in a while. But he just kept piling it on. It was a major turn off because it gave you the impression he thought you were a gold digger, or only after his riches. When he dropped the “Gorilla King” act and simply spent time with you, you were able to see how wonderful he was. Truly wonderful. A kind and generous man with so much love for his people and country. When he showed you his heart, how could you turn away?
You had fallen head first, unabashedly in love with the man. And his beautiful gap tooth.
However, feelings aside, being physically intimate with M’Baku was not something to simply jump into. Daddy is big and while you had been in relationships in the past, you had never been physically intimate with your partners, male or female. It just never got beyond a good make-out session. You weren’t a prude, or sexually repressed, you just had trust issues. Couresty of T’Challa, pretending to be his dad and calling your parents in the middle of the night as a prank. You were six when that happened. You blamed all your hardships on that one moment. You were traumatized. It was his fault, big meanie. Of course, Queen Mother read him the riot act for being disruptive and untruthful and he apologized, but the trauma was there. I T W A S T H E R E. T’Challla was the reason none of your exes got any real play.
That was your story and you were sticking to it.
Until M’Baku.
One look from him tore down every wall, every secret, every protection you had and exposed you to his gaze. He saw the heart of you, your truth, and loved you all the same. It was the kind of love you needed, the kind you readily gave. It was the kind of love you craved at this moment as you eyed yourself in the reflections of the windows. Those Louis’ did look really good. Such a good purchase.
You were ready to take the next step with M’Baku. You all had done some fun things up to this point. He had enjoyed helping you discover how you liked to be pleasured and teaching you how to pleasure him. From him slipping two fingers inside of you at dinner with your parents to slipping beneath the table at the club and seeing how far down your throat he can go while he gambles away T’Challa’s money, the two of you had not been shy in expressing your affection physically.
But you had never actually done the deed.
You wanted to. You really, really, really, wanted to. It wasn’t a matter of want. It was a matter of timing. If you weren’t away, attending to some royal matter Nakia dragged you into, he was off in a meeting that was “crucial to Wakandan global involvement” per T’Challa. You wanted your first time with M’Baku, your first time with anyone, to be more than a quickie in a broom closet. Your matte maroon covered lips flashed a Cheshire grin as you recalled what Shuri had inadvertently broken up 3 days ago after a meeting where M’Baku was looking very kingly and smelling all kinds of good and giving you that look and…
Well, Shuri had really needed your help testing a new conditioner that did absolute wonders for your hair. Your curls were moisturized and healthy and somehow seemed to have grown? In a couple of days? You would have to talk to her about that. Your hair was the perfect length and you did not feel like going to the hairdresser again for at least a couple of weeks. All they ever wanted was tea on the royal family but you were not about that gossip life. You wished your stylist would just get own shop. Her partner was the problem. And his clients.
You eyed yourself in the reflection of the glass, enjoying the contrast of your brown skin against the teal sheets of M’Baku’s bed. His pillows still smelled of him. You had stayed over a few times, and M’Baku had given you a key, encouraging you to stop by whenever you felt like it.
Well, you felt like.
You felt like you wanted your man. Like you wanted to feel his touch. You wanted him here with you. The black lingerie currently hugging your curves was begging to be taking off. Nakia had purchased it for you as a gag gift, or so she thought. Turns out it fit perfectly. Maybe it wasn’t a gag gift…. That sneaky bitch!
Your grin widened as you made eyes at yourself in the window, admiring your curves in this very thoughtful present.
You had prepared for tonight, oiling your skin with his favorite scent, the one that nearly made him go mad when you were trapped on the Ferris wheel. You had discussed the physical part of this, what to expect, etc, with more experienced women. You knew what you were getting into. And you wanted it. All of it. You knew it wouldn’t feel amazing at first but you knew M’Baku loved you and he would put your pleasure above all else if only he would bring his ass home. Where was he? You were starting to get impatient when you heard footsteps meandering down the hall.
You stilled, before diving below the covers, nerves taking over. The irrational voice in your head whispered your worst fears and you couldn’t drown it out or shut it up. You heard him rustling outside the door and began to feel silly for your boldness. Who were you to seduce the Jabari king? To come to him of your own volition and offer yourself? Demand your pleasure in exchange for his? You flinched as you heard the door open and hoped against hope that he would ignore the rose petals on the floor and bed, the candles flames reflected in the window, the Janet Jackson playing softly in surround sound, and the very much so human-sized ball hugging his pillow. Hoped he would just turn around and walk away. So you could sneak away and pretend this never happened. Like the penguins of Madagascar. You didn’t see anything.
“(Y/n)?”
Fuck.
“No hablo inglés, señor” was the muffled reply you uttered from beneath the comforters, face pressed soundly against his pillow. Where was a sinkhole when you needed one?
“Mi amor,” he replied in a flawless Mexican accent. Damn it Nakia. Why did you teach him Spanish? “¿Qué estás haciendo? ”
“Oh you know…” you mumbled as you felt his weight press into the bed. “Dying.”
“Will you be coming out anytime soon?” he asked patiently while rubbing gentle circles on your back. He had an idea of what was going on and knew your anxiety might be playing a role in this current development.
“Tell me what you saw first.” You said, trying to hold back tears. You felt embarrassed and vulnerable and wanted desperately to be held but couldn’t bring yourself to ask.
Luckily M’Baku knew you.
You felt him settle in next to you, felt his warmth through the blanket, felt his arm drape over your body as he held you, ignoring the point of the heel of your shoe through the bedding. He was such a good man. You loved him madly and really wanted to know just exactly what noises he could solicit from you, but now you were afraid everything was wrong and you had ruined it. You steeled yourself for his assessment, tensing in his embrace.
“I saw a romantic gesture from the woman I am madly in love with.”
He kissed the lump that was your head and waited for you to decide how you would respond. He did not pressure you, or pass judgment. Even if you asked him to leave the room so you could make your daring escape, he would have done so without hesitance. You peeked out from underneath the covers, eyeing his torso with lust and caution before slowly bringing your eyes to his face. You could do this. He smiled at you, taking in the carefully applied makeup and styled hair without judgment.
“I missed your lovely face,” he murmured as you slowly pulled your head from under the covers, becoming bolder by the second. He had not laughed. He had not judged. You wanted him. You were certain if you asked, or made any sort of inclination, he would pick up on it. He would satisfy what you wanted. What you needed.
You smiled softly, sitting up, still covered in the blanket.
“Hi,” you said, as you leaned into his embrace further, nestling your head beneath his chin.
“Hello, my love,” he said as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. You pulled yourself away from him and shed the bedding covering your form. You knew what you wanted and would ask it of the man you loved.
You watched as his face fell in awe, taking in your barely clothed form. You saw his nostrils flare when he saw the shoes strapped to your ankles and you couldn’t help but grin. Oh, you had plans for these shoes. His hands remained deceptively passive, supporting his weight as he leaned back to admire you. You blushed slightly, thoroughly enjoying his appraisal. He licked his lips and you felt your heart beat in your pussy and knew you were done for. It. Was. On.
You scooted further between his legs, wedging yourself in his lap as you grabbed his face, pulling him in for a kiss. M’Baku allowed you to set the pace, exploring his mouth and rocking your body against his in an innate desire for stimulation. You needed to be touched but M’Baku held himself still, waiting for your request, your permission to give you what you needed. You pressed yourself closer to him, pushing his shirt off his shoulders, feeling his heart beating nearly in time with yours. You were growing wetter by the second and would soon be undone. You broke away from the kiss, as M’Baku’s mouth wandered to the spot right behind your ear that made your back arch. You pressed closer to him as he found it and gasped quietly in his ear.
“Please baby,” you whispered as Trey Songz’s voice began to serenade you. “I’m ready….” You whimpered as his hands began to explore your curves, fingers finding secrets and spots you didn’t know you had. “Plea- “ you whined out as he began to rub circles on your clit, grabbing your hair and pulling your head to the side.
You held still, enjoying his dominance, whimpering quietly until his fingers vanished and you were left laying on your back as he stood up to unbuckle his pants. You were only slightly shocked when he yanked the blankets off the bed and beckoned you to the edge. You scooted down the bed, dripping in anticipation. His mouth was magic and one of your favorite things about his face. Next to his eyes. And cheeks. And eyebrows currently raised in amusement as you appraise his face with loving caresses. You sat up, angling for a kiss which he happily obliged as he positioned himself between your legs. When his fingers once again found your clit, you felt the pressure building, knew it wouldn’t take much. You were soaking and nearly ready. He knew it too, evidenced by the grin that broke out when he found your waiting wetness. He slipped two fingers inside, curving them to hit that spot as his thumb continued its lazy migration around your clit. He broke away from your mouth, trailing kisses down your neck and torso, stopping to pay extra attention to your nipples, enjoying the clench around his fingers in response. He took his time, making his way down your body, leaving a trail of fire everywhere he kissed.
You were beginning to grow desperate for him to do just about anything. You were almost there. You just needed a little, a little…
You threw your head back as his mouth found your clit and gave you exactly what you needed. You whined out his name as he ate you through your orgasm, fingers still gently pumping inside you. You began to keen as he removed his fingers and pulled you closer, pressing himself into you. Your thighs trembled under his arms as you sought relief from his tongue as he quickly brought you to your second orgasm.
When you grasped his head and pulled him away from you, you could feel his smugness. The man was good. You sat up, gesturing for him to come to the other side of the bed. You weren’t sure your legs would hold you up just yet. You weren’t sure you could move. When he shook his head, you felt your spirit fall.
“(Y/n)”, he whispered, pressing kisses to your thighs. He easily slipped two fingers inside your sensitive pussy, enjoying the way you jolted slightly at the feeling of being stretched. He set a slow but deep pace as he nonchalantly continued to kiss your thighs, enjoying their gentle shaking. “Tonight is about you. And you would destroy me with your mouth,” he mumbles, clearly distracted as his kisses begin to land closer and closer to the dripping mess he’d helped create. “I want to last more than a few minutes for your first time. For our first time.”
You relaxed, under his ministrations, still riding the high of your two orgasms. You nearly missed him standing up, and positioning himself between your legs. You tensed as you felt the head of him pressing into you. You had managed to swallow that cobra after months of practice, which M’Baku gladly helped with whenever you wanted. Which was often. Perfect practice makes perfect. Still, you’d never imagined how big it would feel as it pressed inside of you, how stretched and full you would feel it. You winced, body protesting this new sensation. You almost began to panic, fearing the uncertainty of the situation, when M’Baku leaned down to kiss you soundly, fingers once again deftly finding your clit. You sighed into the kiss, relaxing further. You wanted this. You wanted him.
He swallowed the small whimpers that squeaked out as he slowly sheathed himself inside you, stilling to give your body time to accommodate. You panted into the kiss. Wanting him to fuck you hard and fast but knowing your body needed time to adjust.
As he slowly began to move inside you, you held back the whines of discomfort, relishing in knowing the worst was over. After a few moments what was once unpleasantly stretched became accustomed to his size. It began to feel good. Really good. He could tell when your whimpers changed from pain to pleasure because where before your hands gripped the sheets, you began to caress his form, pulling him closer as you softly raked your nails down his back. He grunted as you kissed his neck, enjoying the leisurely way he was exploring your body. Enjoying the slow deep strokes, how you could feel him in your stomach. So that’s what everyone meant by “in your guts”.
You squeaked as you felt M’Baku hit a spot you had never felt before.
“Please, Ku” you pleaded as he grinned, delighting in watching you come undone.
“Again there, please,” you said clinging to his form. You were affronted when he pulled out of you and flipped you over, smacking your ass. You forgot how strong and quick he was sometimes. Even without that stupid purple flower.
You glared at him over your shoulder as he grinned back, completely unbothered.
“On your knees, usana” he commanded, stroking himself as he watched you through half-closed eyes, biting his bottom lip. You rolled your eyes before coming to all fours. This should be good. You felt his hands grip your waist as he pulled your form closer to his. When he once again began to press inside of you, you moaned loudly, earning a chuckle and another smack on the ass. The grin on his face when he felt you clench around him in response to him spanking you was near feral. He abruptly pulled you closer, sheathing himself to the base. You yelped, surprised by the new sensation. It felt entirely different. It felt amazing. Different but still just as pleasurable.
But he was feeling too smug.
You leaned down, arching your back, feeling him deeper than before and began to move with him, matching his momentum. As his pace picked up, you could tell he was getting closer. The words whispered in your ear became dirtier. The hand that was holding you in place reached for your hair, to pull your head back, deepening the arch. His other made its way to your clit and began to rub circles as he pounded inside of you, finally giving you what you’d been craving.
“Look at the window,” he grunted as he held you still, fucking you deep and fast and hard. “Look at how beautiful you are.” He whispered, kissing your neck as your eyes found his in the window. And you saw yourself. Head thrown back in passion, body flushed, still barely covered in the lingerie, lipstick smudged, eye makeup still flawless, contorted in pleasure as the man you love was bringing you closer to fulfillment. “Look at my beautiful woman.” He whispered into your ear as you came undone for the third time that night, crying his name. M’Baku groaned your name as he came inside you, eyes on the reflection of your body in the window.
When he released your hair, your whole body collapsed against him. His chuckle rumbled through the chest you lay on as he slipped out of you and arranged you on the bed. His promises of a round two were only half listened to as he undid the straps of your shoes, and retrieved the blankets, covering your drowsy form. He settled in beside you and pulled you into him, smiling at the way your body seemed to fit perfectly with his.
“Give me five minutes,” you mumbled as you snuggled into his chest. You were both asleep in 2.
How is this adorable and sweet and smutty and perfect?
Him kissing her head under the covers? *swoon*
Her bashfulness? *swoon*
His patience? *swoon*
That smut? *fans self*
ooooweeeee here you go with your adorable filth. Lawd I wish my first time was this good. OKAY you been holding back! This is some top notch smut and I peeped making the character bisexual.
I also love the way you write and your silliness and sarcasm and wittiness! I see why Athena calls you her little baby. Y’all some good ass writers.
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