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All The Stars Pt. 5

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Catch up Here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Warnings: SMUT. Language. 18+ Please.

T’Challa’s home is lavish, but you expected it being the King and all. The pictures didn’t do Wakanda justice. Your eyes watch fascinated as the flying vehicles float over head and you can’t stop smiling watching the children play below.

“You can sleep here if you want to, or we have lodging set up for you. The children are with their chaperones and all is well.”

“How was it growing up here? This place is magical.”

“Yes it can be.” He smiled. “I grew up doing what most kids do. I was nothing special. I swear it.”

But he was something special. He was a gentleman, and currently infatuated with everything that you were. “Tonight there is a fire ceremony I would like for you to attend with me, harvest and then I want to take you somewhere.”

“I’ll go wherever with you.” The words slip out and you feel the sting of embarrassment trace your face.

“Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“Perhaps we can be a little late for the ceremony.” His warm hands sink to the nape of your back and he snakes his arms around you pulling you against his chest.

“I’m definitely okay with this.” You beam. “I have a little ceremony I’d like to try on you anyhow.”

“Is that right?” He says again and it’s your favorite line feeling his cheeks lift against your neck as his kisses in small lines down to your shoulders.

“Oh, it’s more than right, your majesty.” You turn towards him peppering kisses down his chest lowering yourself to your knees admiring his abs and the way his muscles form that perfect V. You tug at his pants lowering them to the ground admiring all eight inches of him. It was true your appetite for him was insatiable, three times on the plane. One time on the floor and just a while back in the shower. You never wanted him to stop fucking you.

You take him in your hand pumping up and down rubbing your finger over his tip and then places your lips in it’s place. Your tongue swirls around it and then you take him to the back of your throat using your hand to steady your pace. Your jaws stretched as you take as much of him as you can take. T’Challa sharply sucks air though his teeth. Your mouth is like silk around him. He hits the back of your throat pumping in and out of your mouth gently. His hands fist your hair and he guides you steadily. Hearing his pleasure has you soaking again. You make this about him sucking and gripping him to get him there, but he stops you standing you up in front of him.

“We’re going to be late.” He says tossing you over to the wall. He quickly unties your robe dropping it to the floor. You’re naked in front of him and instead of being shy your confidence level shoots through the roof. You trail your finger down your chest, over your breast and down your stomach. Your fingers dips into your pussy and then back out. You drag it back up your chest leaving a glistening trail of your arousal. “But I really don’t care.” He says throwing his shirt to the ground. He’s in front of you lifting your leg and anchoring himself at your entrance. T’Challa slams into you fully. He pulls you down to meet his thrust quickening his thrusts and then slowing. He kisses you once rocking into you.

Your cries of pleasure are intense in his ear. You call him King, Daddy and anything else that can express how happy you are to have him inside you. “Fuck me harder.” You plea raking your nails into his back. He obliges fucking you so hard he loses his balance for second. He falls back but his strength catches you both before you tumble to the ground. He never misses a beat sitting in his desk chair allowing you to ride him. You slowly wind your hips on him resting your head on his as the friction rubbing your clit on him starts to take over you. He allows you to chase your ecstasy. You thrust your hips on him erratically until you come and your body shudders above his. He doesn’t gie you time to recoup as your clit still spasms he throws you both on the bed and he pins your legs to the bed as he goes into you relentlessly.

“You feel so good around me.” He whispers. Those words send you back towards the edge and you begin to moan until your moan turn into weeps of pleasure from coming over and over again. T’Challa comes pulling out of you spilling himself on your stomach soon after. He can’t breathe for a moment, his eyes are on you and yours on his, “So late.” He laughs.

“T’Challa!!!” The cheerful voice bounces off the walls and you quickly get out of bed hoping whomever it was hadn’t heard you two.

He dresses quickly rolling his eyes and fixing your hair. “I want this ceremony to continue after I kick my sister out of my house.” He disappears from the room for a while leaving you to look through your things.

You sift through your bag unpacking a few items and turning on your cell phone. And you see it:

Erik: Touching down in Wakanda in a few hours. Better see your ass there 😈

You don’t panic but you feel the rush of fear pushing its way in. How could he just disappear and then come back like he never left? Not this time. You couldn’t. And you wouldn’t. T’Challa was a good man, kind and polite and more caring to you than Erik had ever been. You sit on the bed thinking of a good response. But it’s no point in responding it was sent hours ago.

“Shuri.” T’Challa hits the corner seeing Erik and Shuri standing there bantering. It was always a banter between them. “Erik.”

“Cuzzo, what’s the word round here? You seen Y/N? I texted her hours ago.”

“She’s lodging here.” T’Challa clears his throat. “Where Have you been?”

“I gotta report to King T’Challa every time a leave the country now? I had some business to handle, mind yours.”

“Selling stolen artwork?”

“You said it, not me.” The menacing smile graced his face as he looked at your shoes on the floor. “She comfortable as fuck huh? Y/N!”

T’Challa notices you as you round the corner. Your eyes widen noticing him nod to Erik. “You have company.” He pauses and feels the tension build. “We can give you two a minute.” He says opening his door.

“Just a minute, I’m so fucking grateful.” Erik adds sarcastically before he closes the door and you two are left there.

There was a such thing as toxicity in a relationship. Erik was toxic, but for some reason you wanted to give him a chance even when he didn’t deserve one. He stands in the foyer of T’Challa’s home with his arms folded. There was no real way to explain what was happening between you and T’Challa besides the truth. One plane ride and four rounds of sex later, you didn’t even want to be with Erik.

Erik didn’t say anything once you finally reach him. His eyes just pour over you while he drags his teeth across those full lips. You’re quiet for a moment and then finally you speak. “Erik, why are you here?”

“Didn’t answer my messages?” Erik raises his eyebrow. “Been occupied?”

“Don’t you walk your ass in here accusing me of shit.”

“Oooo, we extra defensive.” He shakes his head

“Why are you here?” You say once more

“I gotta have a damn reason to see you now?”

“No.” You fold your arms and look down at the ground. Why was eye contact hard for you? He done this to himself. He pushed you there. “Where have you been? Why didn’t you call me? Why do you keep doing this to me?’ All of the questions come out rushed and you can’t help but to throw them all at him, you want the answers. You want to know why he can’t be loyal to you.

“Damn ma,” He steps closer and you step back. Erik notices turning his head slightly. “I see the king done gave you special treatment. What happened to the guest lodging?”

“I work with him daily so it’s just easier.”

“You work for him or on him? Do I look fucking stupid, Y/N?” Erik laughs half-heartedly, his head shaking uncontrollably as he looks you up and down. “I’ve been gone two fucking weeks and you just go off fucking the King. I ain’t good enough for you, huh?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re fucking excused.”

“You disappeared ERIK! What the fuck was I supposed to do? I’m tired of waiting on your ass to act right. I can’t keep waiting on a fucking grown m-,” Your words are cut off as he walks over to you pinning you against the wall. You swallow hard looking up at him. There were certain lines that you can cross with him, you know it. You’d heard about his ex. You’d heard about the other exes. You bite your tongue, trying for once not to be the sharp tongue girl that dwelled inside of you.

“Two weeks and you fucked him?” You don’t answer as eh crowds your space. “He fucked you good huh?” He whispered running his lips across your ear. Your body is betraying you wanting to writhe against his hard body as he takes up every ounce of space you had. “He made them legs tremble and your breath stop.” Erik watches as your breathing slows and you can’t take your eyes off of him. You notice the claw necklace for the first time, similar to T’Challa’s but golden. “Nah, I know not.” His thick fingers lift the seam of your pants and you push him back. He doesn’t move but his hands fall.

“You don’t know shit. Did you want something? You think you could roll up in here and just win me back… Nah, I know not.” You say mocking him. “Get out of my way before I scream.” You threaten through clenched teeth.

“It’ll probably be the only time you scream in this house.” He steps back with a devilish grin plastered across his face and holds his hands up. “I like this you, this “new man, new me.” But you batshit crazy if you think he gone chose you over Nakia.”

“They’re over.”

“Like I said, batshit crazy.” He reiterates.

The door opens and T’Challa shoots you a worried look. “Are you done with her Erik? We have an opening ceremony to attend.” He sense the tension in the room trying not to be over protective but his weary look and impatience for Erik takes over.

“Yeah cuzzo! I’ll let you and your date kick that shit off.” He nudges T’Challa as he heads towards the door. “See you around.”

“Where did you get that?” T’Challa says pointing towards the clawed necklace. “Shuri had been looking for it.”

“Well, she didn’t look hard enough. “ He salutes him and looks back at you. “See you around.”

T’Challa is quiet once he leaves. You can’t figure out what it is but he looks worried. He taps his Kimoyo bead. “Okoye, was his necklace ever recovered?”

“No.” She pauses. “It explains how he survived. Are you dressed? The ceremony is in an hour?”

“I will be there.” He ends the call and you sit next to him on the edge of the bed trying to figure out the confusion. “Have you seen the dress my sister picked for you?”

“I have.” You beam. You take his hand in your playing with his fingers kissing each one. “You’re worried about something and I don’t want to go out of this place until you tell me. I know that’s asking much, but I don’t like you worried.”

He sighs. “Have you heard about my cousin and I? We aren’t best of friends, I love him though. I don’t trust him.” He explains but he doesn’t have to because you knew the feeling too well.

“I have heard.” You say simply.

“The powers of the King were not fully stripped from him, I fear.” He whispers as if someone is in the room. “That necklace around his neck was on him the day we thought he died. Then a month later he reemerges but he doesn’t want to fight me. He embraces it. He moved to Oakland, helped there, lead a normal life. And then two weeks ago he disappeared and reappears today with the necklace. We searched that river and couldn’t recover it.”

“So, what are you thinking?”

“That N'Jadaka is up to something.” He exhales. “And I’m going to have to handle it completely this time.”

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