A/N: Here it is! My submission for @muse-of-mbaku ‘s Fic Fest!! This is my first fic with my favorite Thicc Daddy. I’m hella excited! I barely made the deadline, but I made it nonetheless.
Prompt #7: Bad day? M’baku will not have it, oh!
Summary: When Wakanda’s Chief of Political Affairs has a bad day, it’s up to her boyfriend and leader of the Jabari M’Baku to make her day better
Warning(s): Smut, oral sex
Pairing: M’Baku x Black Plus-Sized!OC (Aminah Davis)
Word Count: 3050
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Your day was trash. Scratch that– it was full of shit. Today was one of those days you’d wished you could go back home to Seattle or just quit. However, you couldn’t just quit being Wakanda’s Chief of Political Affairs.
You were responsible for all things Wakandan politics, both foreign and domestic. You were King T’Challa’s, right-hand woman. If ever T’Challa couldn’t make any event, appearance, or meeting, you were there to fill the void. You’d held the position for three years and now with Wakanda’s opening its borders, you were second to T’Challa as the most important political figure in the Kingdom. Though the Elders gave you hell for being an outsider running their country, you were still widely respected for your work ethic.
Most importantly, you couldn’t just leave your boyfriend, the love of your life, and the leader of the Jabari people, M’Baku, behind.
Your day just started off wrong: your driver fell ill and there was no replacement driver. You were usually the first one grinding in the morning, so this was new. You waited an hour before driving yourself to the palace. The meeting you were late for ended because no one ever showed up in the first place. You’d lost a bid for a contract for one of the major governmental consulting firms, OneGov, to aid you with improving Wakanda’s political image. Winning that bid could’ve definitely better established Wakanda as more than a small African country. The country would be a rising political power and enforce ethical practices within its operations.
You forgot your leftovers at home and you damn sure weren’t going to go back. While walking with Prince Erik to a meeting, you slipped and tweaked your ankle. Thankfully, you didn’t break anything, but you were definitely in some pain and your ankle was a little swollen. He didn’t make it any better for clowning your ass on the way to the infirmary. “I keep telling you this hallway ain’t a runway, Bean.”,Erik said as he carried you bridal-style. Even after their brief relationship many eons ago, Erik still knew how to get under your skin.
For the icing on your shitshow cake, you got caught in the rain and spilled tea all over your favorite dress. Rain wasn’t included in the day’s forecast, let alone the torrential downpour. The spilled tea was it for you. Nakia “accidentally” spilled tea on you in a meeting and instead of just mollywhopping Nakia and losing your good job, you remained uncharacteristically calm and changed clothes.
Before just losing your mind, you opted to leave after lunch. After all, you didn’t have shit else to do, and you were going to cancel anything you had left on your schedule anyways. You had had it with the day and it wasn’t quite noon. Losing the contract bid was the biggest blow. You were feeling like an incompetent failure. Whoever was praying on your downfall was damn sure getting their wishes fulfilled today.
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You and M’Baku had been dating for a year and five months. Y’all met when you arrived in Wakanda, but weren’t formally introduced until the Jabari integrated back into Wakandan society almost two years ago. Never in a million years did M’Baku think Hanuman would bless him with an American woman. However, Hanuman blessed him with a highly intelligent, funny, and bubbly American woman. To M’Baku, Aminah Janel Davis was more valuable than any unit of Vibranium or Jabari wood, and that’s saying something. Never had a political advisor been in a relationship with a tribal leader, so you two were something new.
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You sat in your office, contemplating about today. You began packing your things when you heard three longs beeps, which meant that a leader of some sorts was in your waiting room. You quickly called your secretary, Amadi, to see why you were signaled at this hour.
“Amadi, dear I thought I told you I was leaving for the day. Who’s up there?”, you inquired. There was a brief pause, long enough for you to know that Amadi was talking to someone.
“Chief Davis, he said to come up and see for yourself,” she replied. You twisted your face as you tried to figure out who would talk to your secretary that way.
“I’m coming…matter of fact, you’re free to go today.”
You were checking your Kimoyo beads for a message from M’Baku when you opened your door and began walking into the waiting room.
“I apologize, I was just about to leave for the da–”. Your sentence was cut short when you finally looked up and saw your KuKu standing not even three feet away from you. Your heart and nether region both fluttered when you saw him in American street clothes. He was wearing the yellow top you’d bought for him when you were on a business trip in New York. He was never a fan of non-traditional clothing, and you’d always told him that yellow was his color. Seeing him in his shirt made you smile uncontrollably.
“Ku, what are doing here? I was just leaving for the day.”, you said as you were trying to hide the hard grin you were sporting.
“Well, it’s nice to see you also, my lamb. I was in meeting with T’Challa for an informal lunch and I thought to myself, ‘Why not visit the joy of my world while she’s at work?’ Plus, I wanted to surprise you in wearing this. You were right, yellow seems to be my color.”, remarked as he picked you up and kissed you passionately. Goodness, he was a fantastic kisser. His outfit complimented him to a “T”. His dark chocolate skin juxtaposed the vivacious yellow top, proving further that Bast created yellow for melanin. The jeans he wore were fitting perfectly on his thick thighs. This man was bringing the inner heathen out of you.
“Well, at least you’re happy to see me.”, you noted dryly as the weight of today’s series of unfortunate events began to hit you again. M’Baku noticed your energy shift.
“Are you ok, my love? You look like you’ve had a terrible day.”, he said as he lifted your chin up to see your stoic face. As if almost on cue, you embraced your Great Gorilla tightly and broke down into his chest. You just kept sobbing. All of the transgressions and mishaps that had happened to your today and your entire career in Wakanda for that matter had finally caught up to you. It was almost as if the tears wouldn’t stop. The Great Gorilla couldn’t do anything but comfort you. “It’s ok, my little lamb. Let it all out.”, M’Baku reassured as he rubbed the small of your back and kissed your temple.
“What can I do to make it all better, my love?”,M’Baku inquired.
“I honestly don’t care, Ku. I’m pissed, hungry, and horny. Surely, you’re capable of…fixing my problems.” You would sorta regret saying those words to the Great Gorilla, as one of his favorite pastimes was keeping his girlfriend satisfied sexually. Since they lived in two completely different places, they hopped at the chance to spend time together. However, with tonight’s dinner on their schedule, their usual fuck fests were out of the question.
M’Baku lifted your chin up and kissed you slowly but passionately. There was no need for tongue at the moment–just lips. You tried to jump in his arms, but your tweaked ankle would not have it, oh. You collapsed the moment you pushed off your ankle; he caught you with the quickness.
“No worries, my lamb, let me take care of you. Besides…I, too, haven’t eaten all day” M’Baku smirked as he walked you back into your office.
You knew from the moment you saw M’Baku looking like a feast for five that wanted the “act right”. With your attitude being on 100, you were definitely about to get it. So when he led you to the couch in your office and told you to lay down, you sprung up suddenly, almost re-injuring yourself.
“I won’t repeat myself. Lay your ass down on this couch!” His voice was authoritative and commanding, which turned you on more than you scared to admit, but he couldn’t know that. Aminah looked at him with the intent of asking him who in Bast’s name made him think he was your father, but the look in his eye announced that his patience had run out.
Sucking your teeth, you slowly scooted over on the couch. You took a met him square in the eye offering a slight challenge. From this angle, you admired his strong features. My goodness, this man was beautiful; each and every detail inspired awe within you. You wondered if his cocoa-colored skin would taste as good as it looked.
Carried away by your thoughts of tasting this beautifully crafted chocolate gorilla, you hadn’t realized that he returned your intense stare. He gave you a once over, mindlessly nibbling on his bottom lip. “Well?”, he inquired. You couldn’t resist the urge to be smart. “Why don’t you make me, oh great leader of the Jabari?”, you said sarcastically.
You’d prepared for the worst. Were you imagining things? No. You could see his expression clearly. He was really smirking… not smirking, he was damn near cheesing at your intentional disrespect. “I was hoping you’d say something like that”. He gave you an aggressive shove that caused you to lose your balance, resulting in you falling backward onto the couch.
Caught off guard, the incident should have sent you flying into a rage… SHOULD HAVE. But instead, it left your panties drenched at his display of assertiveness. The look of lust in his eye made your hair stand up on edge, sending a shudder down your spine. He had your right where he wanted you.
His lips found their way to your special spot on the side of your neck. He was not playing fair. This was your hot button and he was well aware. He worked his tongue in figure eights onto your neck, extending their way to your collarbone. He placed his large hands at the nape of your neck pushing your face into his. Your plump lips met his in a head-on collision. His tongue explored the inside of your mouth as if in search of something particular.
His tongue danced nimbly across your skin with one destination in mind. The Great Ape placed a trail of kisses leading from your belly button to your hip. Slowing down his speed to increase your anticipation, he nipped at your inner thighs hungrily. Your waters were freely flowing now, and your need now increased tenfold. “I am begging you M’Baku please just…”. Your sentence was cut short by him slyly snaking his tongue out to taste your delicate flower. The sudden sensation caused you to yelp with pleasure. “Fuuucckkkkk” M’baku chuckled, “My my my a lady such as yourself would do well to mind your language. What would the elders think?” He blew a steady channel of air on your exposed clit, causing you to shudder uncontrollably. “Fuck them elders, Ku.”, you moaned with your voice now heavy coated with pleasure.
It only increased his excitement. “Goodness my lamb, it seems you sprung a leak” Eying the wet mess contained between your thighs he exclaimed, “Let me take care of that for you, my pet”. He swiftly slid his index finger inside you. You began whining with pleasure as he stirred his finger around in you before adding in another. His fingers were wall to wall stretching out your love tunnel. “Oh my god baby”, you moan. You grinded your hips, riding his fingers in bliss and frantically letting your stress drip down your thighs and puddle on the couch. Once again, his tongue found your clit, making tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Mhhmmm” words escape you as you chase after your orgasm. He switched to fast flicks to your bud when he felt you tighten around his fingers. Your breathing became heavy and irregular at your impending climax. “I’m gonna…” it was too late. You coated his fingers in your cum, and he knew your relief from your softened expression. He pulls them out slowly. Eyeing them with delight he played in your now thickened fluid.
He looks at you, and his smirk slowly returns. As you try to catch your breath you ask, “what?”
“I want my tongue covered in your juices…ride my face”
You look at him as if he had grown another head. “Excuse me?”
He forcefully gripped your ass. “I thought I told you earlier. I won’t ask again” he said seductively.
Your legs were still tingling from your recent orgasm. How in the hell could you possibly handle another? You tilted your head back replaying the moment in your head, feeling his hands on your body. You felt his hands on the back of your neck, you felt them work their way down to caress your breast. They traveled in a path crossing at your stomach, pausing slowly at your hips, before gripping tightly at your thighs and calves. And now, strangely, you felt them on your ankles. Why in the fuck do you feel his hands around your ankles? M’baku swiftly yanked you to the edge of the couch and a small scream escapes your mouth. He laughs at your shock as he flips you around on your stomach. “Assume the position.” Wearily you rise from your lying position, holding yourself on all fours.
You began to smile at the idea you were cooking up. You were mentally prepared to throw all that ass back on daddy’s dick as expertly as he ate you. He was going to cum as hard as he made you cum, and wouldn’t have any control over it. You were just the thing that made him come undone every time; it’s a specialty that you perfected and you were proud to be his weakness. You waited to hear the sound of him wrestling with his clothing to rip them off. You peaked in between your legs to see what the hold up was. From your view, you saw his eyes as they burrowed deeply into yours. That smirk slowly returned.
His large hands found their way to your clit gently working his fingers in circles easily drawing a moan from your lips. “Mhhmmm”. You surprised even yourself by how wet you were. The squishing sound his fingers made massaging your folds was rivaled only by your moaning. He aligned himself with your womanhood and inserted his tongue into folds. His tongue worked itself inside of you, tasting your walls. He pulled it out and reinserted all while continuing his clitoral stimulation sending a tidal wave of pleasure through your body. Your arms shook, your legs wobbled and you struggled to hold your weight. “PpPleasse sssslow down, my king. I- I can’t handle much more of this.” You tried to stroke his ego by coaxing him to stop. He stopped. “Your king, eh?” His mischievous grin began to spread across his face, “I like the sound of that, coming from your lips I’m sure you could make anything sweet.” You feel his face move from your entrance, you were safe. You sigh with relief
He lowered his head onto the bed. Working his way in between your legs. “I am your king, I am the ruler of this body.” , he declared punctuated by a slap to your ass. “I will do with it what I want.”
He placed a powerful suck to your sensitive nib. You cry out, leaving your position of being on all fours in preference of kneeling. He is lapping up your juices, his tongue moving crazily. You grab at his hair careful not to crush his face with your body’s weight. His moans of excitement reach your ears. Your walls quiver and tighten. Your breathing was erratic and heavy at this point. You were a mess. He placed one finger inside of you while the other hand braced your ass to hold you in place. You bounced up and down on his tongue with purpose. This tongue. His damn tongue, this finger, and coming we’re all you could think about right now.
I light sheen of sweat coated your body. He was eating you so good you were actually sweating. You moaned when he added another finger into your wet hole. Here you were again, stretched from wall to wall having your bud flicked and rolled around in your man’s mouth. The once silent M’baku suddenly found his voice. “How do you like it my lamb?”
“It’sss so good”
“Only good ?” He inquired pushing his fingers deeper into you.
“Ahh, it’s great! I meant great.”
You felt a tingle radiate from your core.
“Please don’t stop…I want to cum”
“Oh. Is that your wish my love?”
“Yes, yes, yes. Please”
“It will be done”
He removed his fingers from you, and you gasped at their sudden departure. His strong hands gripped your thighs as he pulled your quivering flower into his mouth.
He ate as if it’s his last meal. Your juices dripped down his beard and onto the sheets.
You rocked back and forth on his tongue, the movement bringing you closer to your climax. He snaked one hand from your thigh, across your stomach, and up to your breast. He kneaded the mound before flicking at your nipples. The wave of your orgasm hit you and took over. Instinctively, your body tried to pull away from your pleasure but M’baku tightens his grip keeping you put. You cummed loudly, his eager tongue waiting to soak up every last drop of you. With the last bit of energy you can muster, you lifted up from his beautiful face and fell limply at his side.
You laid on the couch for a moment to regain your composure. Finally, you got up a fixed yourself up. “Was my King’s hunger satisfied?”, you asked as you put your turtleneck back on. M’Baku remained on the couch, licking the last of his meal off of his fingers. “My lunch was sensational. Now the real question is, are you ready to get some lunch? I’m sure you’re still hungry.” You quickly turned around briefcase in hand and began walking towards the door. “I guess lunch is on you.”, you remarked.
Inspired by a conversation about our Jabari King with my sisterwife @great-neckpectations and my need for some M’Baku smut this fine weekend, I’d like to give Thicc Daddy his very own fic fest. Now we all know our King gets so little love, so let’s give him plenty along with some good sex! We’ll get to the fluff in a bit.
Below are some prompts/scenarios provided by my little baby @iwannalearnhowtoship. Let me know which you are interested in and let’s have fun! Be sure to @ me and use the tag #mbakusmistressff. Deadline for selections is 8/18/18 with fics posted by 9/1. Minimum word count 800.
Also, if you have an idea not included here and want to join in? Please do and tag away.
1. Dressing room fun with M’Baku. Reader/OC is insecure, but our Jabari king lets her knows just how much her wants her.@ashanti-notthesinger
2. M’Baku is off to yet another meeting while Reader/OC is working out. Seeing her, glistening and breathless, distracts him in more ways than one. @sonofnjobu
3. Hair freshly laid? Thicc Daddy doesn’t care. Let him sweat out your edges!
4. Reader/OC is a tad clumsy and takes a spill. No worries! Dr. M’Baku has the remedy.
5. Council meetings? So boring! M’Baku would rather “speak” to you privately instead. Too bad a palace tour is passing dangerously close to your hiding place. @babygirlofwakanda
6. You know damn well you didn’t leave your panties in M’Baku’s (insert place here) and now all hell has broken loose until you realize his good intentions.
Summary: Despite the bustling energy of the Jabari tribe around her, Amira feels loneliness down to her bones. That is until she runs into a mountain of a man willing to change her life completely.
Recommended Listening: Find My Way to Love by The Jaspects feat. Chantae Cann
Summary: Kiara needs to ask her Professor M’Baku for an extension on her assignment, will he give it to her?
A/N: This is my entry for @angryschnauzer Lust Actually writing challenge and I picked the College AU with M’Baku. This is the first time I have written for this character so I hope it’s good.
Warnings: Smut, fingering, unprotected sex (please use protection, fictional characters have the luxury of having no consequences to their actions.)
I know we mostly write about Erik and T’Challa, but I need to dedicate a significant portion of my time to appreciating the glory that is M’Baku.
BITCH!
Like… LOOK AT THIS HUNK OF A MAN.
That strong jaw line?
That line up?
That quick wit?
Lips that could cover like half your face?!
Those thick ass arms.
THAT TREE TRUNK OF A DICK. STRAIGHT UP JABARI WOOD
A man who could fuck you into oblivion and then carry you around with ONE hand when your legs just straight up don’t work anymore?
AND DEDICATION TO FAMILY?!
I don’t think y’all appreciate his dedication to his children enough, cause you know that dick is blowing through your birth control no matter what. You’re having his babies no matter what you do.
From that last post (and please feel free to chime in. I’m curious on who you miss)
You know what I need? Some more M’Baku fics. Where are they you guys? I have read some amazing ones already (please, get yourself to @muse-of-mbaku ‘s blog and read her work. She’s one of many awesome writers I’ve read and it’s great) but I need more. I need the links. And while we’re on the subject of thicc daddy, are there fics about Winston Duke? I mean, I’ve read almost every AU you can think of with Sebastian Stan and I know fics exist for MBJ and Chadwick so where are the RPFs about about him?
I’ve written a lot of random, inspired fiction in the last few months. Here’s a compendium of all of it. Enjoy! Most of my work has been Nerdy Black Plus-Size reader X M’Baku.
Coming Home: You return from your international mission back to M’Baku, your love.
What’s for Dessert?: You and M’Baku have reconciled and have a special evening in the kitchen, with you as the snack.
Warrior Spirit: M’Baku leads his tribe into battle, but not before one long, last farewell to you, his beloved.
Diplomatic Affairs: You and M’Baku bond over the body politic, in an evening in your special library.
Fading Away ( A request): M’Baku finds you on the battlefield, his in love and war.
Extra Credit Series: You are at an elite research university, when your handsome Diaspora studies professor undertakes a study, with you as the subject.
Warnings: Just… so much smut. BDSM, anal
play, toys, choking… just filth.
A/N: A birthday present to myself, but
also to give back to you guys. Sequel to Backtalk, but you don’t have to read
that one for this to make sense. But like… you should.
♤♤♤
You woke, a minute past midnight, to your thighs being
parted slowly, kisses being laid softly between them and up to your core.
“Happy birthday, my love.” M’Baku murmured, indulgent
in his worship of your body. You sighed happily, your husband catching your
hand as you reached it down and squeezing it.
You had ached for his touch all week, but it had taken
you days to recover from the punishment he’d unleashed on your body. By the time
you could take him again, meaning that you stopped wincing every time you sat
down, he could already guess from the mischief in your eyes you were going to
start the game anew.
“Your
birthday is in a few days, ifemi,” He’d told you, lips brushing over your earlobe as he’d moved your
hand from his neck to hold over his heart. “If you’re a good girl until then… I
promise you’ll get spoiled.”
Now you were faced with a dilemma. Act up and get
punished again? Or behave yourself for once and be rewarded? You knew your
husband’s capacity for pleasure was just as great as that of his capacity for pain,
and you toed the line between the two often. But the idea of being spoiled was
far too tempting for you to resist, and you ceased in your antics.
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