#bast's teeth helmet fucks

[thedevilwearsyamaha]

Elvis Presley, Trouble X MotoGP

[tchallasbabymama]

GFG

Hey lovelies, here’s Chapter 9 of Playlist. Don’t forget to check out my masterlist HERE to catch up and read my other stories. Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Also, can someone tell me WHY sometimes when I post from my laptop the words end up all blacked out on mobile? It’s really starting to get on my damn nerves.

Oh, and look forward to a Valentine’s Day surprise!

Word Count: ~7000

CW: Smut

“Usisi!” Shuri threw down her tools and ran to Ashanti, pulling her into the tightest hug she had ever experienced. “What are you doing here?”

It had been a week since that day at the lake, and aside from Zina and Jafari, who had been sworn to secrecy, nobody knew of Ashanti and T’Challa’s rekindled relationship yet. They wanted to take a little time to themselves without having to worry about meddling from other people, but they felt it was finally time to come clean to their loved ones. When they told Ashanti’s people, they all acted as though it was news to them. In fact, Chidi and Bisa had seen them leaving Taj’s that day and since Bisa was a terrible gossip, Binta and Kwame were soon brought into the loop when they stopped by the restaurant later that day. Just like the first time around, the twins noticed her floating around the house with a permanent smile on her face, but they decided to let her come to them despite her obvious infatuation.

Ashanti and T’Challa had yet to tell the royal family, but Ramonda noticed her son’s change in demeanor. He walked taller with his head held higher than usual, and that’s saying something for a king. She already knew what was going on, she could see it in his eyes, but she waited patiently for him to come clean. Shuri had been holed up in her lab every day working on upgrades to their public transportation system so she never even noticed. She was completely caught off guard when Ashanti entered the lab and barely even noticed her brother.

“I can’t just come visit because I miss you?” Ashanti asked the princess in jest. 

“It took you this long to miss me?”

“Honestly? It took me this long to not feel uncomfortable about coming up here.”

“Why would you feel uncomfortable?” Shuri asked, a little bit deflated.

“I didn’t want to run into this guy,” she pointed back at T’Challa as he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist before kissing her temple. 

Despite the gross PDA, Shuri’s face lit up when she saw them together. They had been apart for too long and she knew how much her brother had missed Ashanti. She was happy to see him smiling again.

“So you worked things out?” 

“That we did,” T’Challa answered while beaming from ear to ear.

“Awww I’m happy for you both! And Ashanti, I’m so glad to have you back. We have a lot to catch up on! Wait, does mama know yet? Or N’Jadaka? Did you tell Nakia?”

“Just you, so far, but Ashanti will be joining us for dinner tonight.”

“Ok, but you have to tell Nakia, she’s been harassing me about it all week.”

T’Challa chuckled at his friend’s insistence. “I’ll call Nakia after dinner. Mama is already going to have my head for not telling her sooner.”

“Eh, she probably already knows. You know how she is with stuff like this.”

“Yes, she does seem to have a sixth sense sometimes...”

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Ashanti shrugged. 

“Where is she anyway?” T’Challa asked.

“Oh she went to the river province to get out of the palace for a little while. She’ll be back for dinner. Hey, any idea what they’re cooking up down there? I’m already starving.”

“Well what do you have a taste for?”

Shuri thought for a second before answering, “Peanut stew chicken, jollof rice, and plantains.”

“Then that’s what I’ll make,” T’Challa smiled at his favorite little sister.

“Wait, you’re cooking dinner?! Bast, I’ll have to change into sweatpants before I get there.”

Ashanti and T’Challa both laughed at her, but Ashanti was definitely thankful she wore her favorite flowy yellow dress for the same reason.

The three of them spent the next hour or so together around the lab. Shuri showed them a bunch of new inventions that went right over Ashanti’s head, but the panther suit on a mannequin caught her eye.

“I thought you always had yours on.”

“Hm?” T’Challa looked up from examining Shuri’s newest upgrades to the vibranium gauntlets. Ashanti pointed at the mannequin and he nodded. “Oh, yeah, that’s the previous version. Here, look.” He called his suit on without his helmet and Ashanti’s jaw dropped. She had never seen him in his suit in person and it left very little to the imagination. She reached out to feel the vibranium weave and the sharpness of his claws.

“Is the helmet a separate p-”

She was cut off by the fibers covering his face, and a huge smile came across hers.

“This is the coolest thing I think I’ve ever seen,” she poked and prodded all over him and noticed a purple glow when she used a little more pressure. “What’s that?”

“The suit absorbs and redistributes kinetic energy.” Shuri chimed in, admiring her work.

“I don’t know what that means…”

“Kick him and find out,” the princess snickered, raising her beads to record. Ashanti’s face twisted in confusion as Shuri mouthed to her, “I’ll show you later.”

“Shuri, hush,” T’Challa playfully admonished his sister before turning back to his love. “Basically it just means that if you hit me, the suit hits back.”

“Yep, coolest thing I’ve ever seen,” she leaned into him and whispered in his ear. “Can you control where it does and doesn't cover?”

He chuckled, knowing exactly where she was going with her line of questioning.  “Not with this one, but I can convince Shuri to make that a feature on the next upgrade.”

“I’d like that,” she said, biting her lip and taking in his still-masked face.

“I don’t know what you two are talking about, but if you could take that lovey dovey shit out of my lab that would be greatly appreciated. Thanks.”

“Fine, we know when we are not wanted.”

“No it’s just you, big head.”

“That’s fine. See you at dinner, scrawny arms.”

“Out!”

Ashanti laughed at the siblings’ interaction and hugged Shuri before heading up the ramp with T’Challa. When they got to the Talon, she pulled him into the sleeping quarters.

“Put the suit on again.”

He called it on all the way so that he was covered head to toe and backed her against the wall, grabbing her wrists and holding them over her head. Her chest heaved as she took in his predatorial face and she looked up to see that he was holding her in such a way that he wouldn’t scratch her with his claws. His helmet shrank back into the necklace and he kissed her, making her knees weak. It was a slow and sloppy kiss, the kind that turned her on and he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Are you going to let the Black Panther eat that sweet pussy?”

She nearly melted at his words, and she could feel her pussy throbbing in her panties. She nodded at him before she could speak.

“Yes, please.” she answered as her lip found its way between her teeth.

 “On the bed.”

Ashanti did as she was told and laid back on the pillows, positioning herself so that she could get a good view. He stalked over to her like the predator he was and climbed onto the bed before pushing her dress up to around her waist and taking one of his claws and ripping her new pink satin thong.

“T’Challa! That was n-new,” she fussed as he left a big sloppy tongue kiss on her pussy.

He looked up at her and shrugged. “I’m rich, I’ll get you a thousand pairs just like it.”

She giggled and he went back to work. He carefully used his fingers to pull her pussy lips apart, but she could still feel the cold metal on her skin. One slip-up and he could slice right through her, but that just added to Ashanti’s excitement.

His tongue explored every inch of her pussy, lapping her folds with passion and sucking her juicy clit until she screamed his name and came all on his face. He made sure he lapped up every drop and when he noticed his thumbs had been covered too, he carefully licked her juices from his sharp claws.

Ashanti shivered at the sight, discovering another kink as she watched him. He noticed her squirming and leaned down to kiss her so she could taste herself.

“Whew I can’t wait until the next upgrade!” She said, still catching her breath.  He laughed and fell to the bed next to her and laid on his side, head propped up and staring at her beautiful face. 

“Neither can I. You know, I never thought about fucking in the suit.”

“Oh that’s all I thought about when I would see you on the news.”

He laughed and kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her lips.

“Come on, I’m sure we’re at the palace by now.”

The two of them made their way to the kitchen to get started on dinner, hand in hand. Despite the fact that they hadn’t come clean about their relationship yet, they just couldn’t keep their hands to themselves, even in public. Especially T’Challa who had to always touch her in some way, but Ashanti loved it and would never complain.

“So what do you need me to do, chef?”

-------

“Unyana, you have outdone yourself this time,” Ramonda said after a couple of bites.

“Thank you, but I believe it has something to do with my beautiful sous chef,” he nodded towards Ashanti who was seated to his right. 

“Obviously, but what I want to know is how long you two really thought you could keep this from me.”

T’Challa already knew this conversation was coming, and let out a sigh. Ashanti reached out her hand and grabbed his, intertwining their fingers.

“I just wanted us to have some time to ourselves, and I think it actually worked out pretty well.” she smiled at T’Challa, who brought her hand to his lips.

“You two are disgusting,” Shuri gagged.

“I’m with Lil Bit,” N’Jadaka said under his breath, equally disgusted by their lovey dovey bullshit.

“Oh hush, you two could stand to learn a thing or two from them. So do I hear wedding drums in the future?”

“We have discussed a future together, but no plans as of yet, mama.” 

“I just want to live in the moment with him for now. I know that once we go public we’ll have to deal with the council, and I don’t want to do that just yet.”

“Smart choice, they can be brutal sometimes.”

“So how’d y’all get back together?” N’Jadaka asked, already on his second plate.

“Well I guess it started when I called him a couple months ago…”

Ashanti proceeded to tell T’Challa’s family a PG version of the story of their new relationship while he simply looked on, entranced by her beauty, adding his two cents every now and then.

“Ugh!”

“That’s disgusting.” Shuri and N’Jadaka spoke over each other when Ashanti was finished, but they both had sly smiles on their faces despite their revulsion.

Ramonda shot her daughter and nephew a look across the table while N’Jadaka tried to cover his face as he chuckled into his napkin. 

“I’m happy for you, though. Now we don’t have to see his ugly mug moping around the palace anymore.”

T’Challa waited briefly for Ramonda to look back down at her food before flipping his cousin off.

“Ooooh, Auntie, T-”

“I saw it, you two cut it out.”

Shuri snickered and Ashanti couldn’t help but chuckle at the family. She was an only child and her one uncle never had any children, so it wasn’t until she moved in with the twins that she got to experience that type of bickering that can only come from being siblings or cousins. She was happy to see that even though T’Challa and N’Jadaka had only known each other for a few years, their relationship seemed pretty normal.

Shuri leaned back to loosen her “eating pants” and let out a sigh.

“Somebody carry me to my room.”

“I would, but uh,” N’Jadaka leaned back, too, “I can’t move either. T, help us out?”

Ramonda chuckled as her son gave his cousin what N’Jadaka described as his “nigga, please” look, and Ashanti nearly spit out her water. She loved getting to see another side of him when he interacted with his family members.

The five of them finished and the three who didn’t cook lazily cleaned the kitchen as Ashanti and T’Challa rested on the couch, drinking some ginger tea to help their digestion. 

“I love how you are with your family, I missed seeing you like that.”

“Like what?”

“As someone’s big cousin and big brother and son. I always see my love T’Challa, and I’ve gotten glimpses of King T’Challa and The Black Panther here and there...but I like seeing T’Challa Udaku, family man.” she smiled up at him as she leaned into his side and his arm went around her shoulder, pulling her in close. 

“How much bigger of a family man would you like to see?” 

“Just one, maybe two more family members would be nice.”

He smiled from ear to ear and leaned down to kiss her lightly and whisper to her, “That sounds perfect.”

She kissed him again and they settled back into the couch in blissful silence, listening to the clashing dishes and running water in the kitchen behind them. The itis swiftly took them away into a blissful sleep.

-------

Ashanti had been right to want that week of alone time, because shortly after they told the royal family her name was brought up in a council meeting. K’Hari had told his replacement Mala about Ashanti, knowing she would spread the information to other council members, which she did. Before she could even bring it up in their meeting, the Merchant Tribe elder beat her to the punch.

“My king, I have one more item before we dismiss.”

T’Challa nodded for her to continue, curious about where this was going.

“We have all heard rumors going around that we were wondering if you could clear up for us.”

Several other council members nodded around the circle, leaving M’Baku and a few others very confused on who this “all” was referring to.

“What is this about?” the king asked, growing impatient the more she drew it out.

“Well, we have heard...”

“Yes…” he tried to control his growing temper.

“Are you involved with Ashanti Mostafa?”

Everyone turned to look at T’Challa, who was seething in his throne. He knew this had to be K’Hari’s doing. M’Baku knew of their relationship, but was a friend to the king and was a steel trap when it came to secrets. The only other council member who knew was Ramonda, and he knew she wouldn’t have said anything. The other council members knew of Ashanti from the Zenzi incident, and back then it seemed they thought she was a nice girl. Ode, the Merchant Tribe Elder knew her and her parents personally, but that didn’t change how she or some of the other council members felt about the situation. No matter how nice she was, Ashanti was not of royal blood.

“I do not see what that is of any importance here,” he brushed off and continued the meeting.

This happened for several meetings before T’Challa grew tired of the inquiries, and decided to set the record straight. The meeting went about as well as he thought it would: not well at all.

Half of the council was either on his side or apathetic to the argument, but the other half was vehemently against him being involved with and possibly marrying someone who wasn’t of royal blood.

“My king, tradition states-”

“Traditions are a foundation for us to build on. I do not see the issue here,”  M’Baku added to the argument, frustrated that the subject was such a big deal to the elders on the council. T’Challa was thankful to have his friend present that day, feeling less alone but still weighed down by the conversation.

“My king, we are simply concerned that all of our old ways will be forgotten. We already agreed to open the country to outsiders-”

“Watch it, old lady,” N’Jadaka warned Mala and although Queen Mother was also offended by the Mining Tribe elder’s use of words, she shot her nephew a look to remind him to be respectful.

“Excuse me, my prince, to the ‘Lost Tribe’. We are concerned about the royal lineage being tainted as well.”

“Tainted?! And just how would it be ‘tainted’ Mala?” The king raised his voice, a rare occurrence which frightened her into silence. “Answer me.”

“S-she is a peasant-”

The king’s blood pressure rose as did the rest of the royal family’s, but Ramonda always kept a cool head and stepped in before the situation escalated, “That is enough for today. We will reconvene next Wednesday evening.” 

Mala and her faction of the council stood quickly to scurry out of the room, but they were stopped by the king’s commanding voice.

“Not yet. Sit down.”

A chill went down everyone’s spine as they sat back in their chairs. 

“I am your king, do not forget yourself in my presence,” he stared directly at Mala. “I can admit my mistakes, and I can admit that I allowed you to have your opinion on the matter for far too long. I will be continuing my relationship with Ashanti for as long as she allows, and none of you will have anything to say about it from here on out. Make no mistake, you should not speak so ill of your future queen.”

He could see the looks of horror on Mala and Ode’s faces. They would certainly be a problem…

He dismissed them all and they scurried away. M’Baku saluted the king as he lumbered out of the room, needing to get back to the Jabari Tribe for yet another meeting.

“Man, I don't know how you do it. I’d have snapped weeks ago.” N’Jadaka clapped him on his shoulder. 

“Trust me, it took a lot of self-restraint. I do not enjoy ruling in that way, but when she called Ashanti a peasant, I saw red...a peasant? Who even uses that term anymore?” 

“Maybe they would feel better if they got to meet her,” Ramonda offered.

He rubbed his temples, looking forward to getting back to his quarters, but he knew he had a full day ahead of equally frustrating tasks.

-------

Ashanti perked up at the sound of her doorbell and slid across the wooden floor to open the door and greet her man.

“Hey handsome,” she let him in and kissed his lips, immediately sensing something was bothering him. “What’s wrong?”

He smiled fondly, he should have known he couldn’t get anything past her.

“I will tell you later, I promise,” he kissed her again, pulling her in close,” but I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

“You look stressed,” she reached for his forehead and smoothed out the frown lines in the middle of his forehead with her thumbs. “Come on.”

She grabbed his hand and led him to her room.

“Before you called me I had set up a whole self-care night. How about you join me?”

“I’d love to,” he grinned at her.

He got comfortable just like he always does in her space and stripped down to his underwear before plopping on her bed and rolling over to face her.

“Ok, what now?”

“Well I was going to watch a comedy that Binta suggested while I put on a face mask and do a mani-pedi. Then I need to do something to my hair, maybe I’ll braid it again...Did you bring the weed?”

“Of course I did,” he smiled mischievously

“Kim, play ‘Girl’s Trip’,” she called out to the AI in her home. “Ok, now go wash your face and come back.”

He followed her instructions and when he returned he rolled a blunt before laying back on the bed with her. He lit it and held it to her lips since both of her hands were busy.

The movie played as Ashanti sat cross-legged with T’Challa’s head in her lap, massaging those frown lines again. Then she took a jade roller to his face and she could have sworn she heard him purr. She dipped her fingers into her homemade clay face mask and carefully slathered a thin layer on his face, avoiding his lush beard.

“When this dries, it’s going to be hard to move your face. That’s usually about when I wash mine off.”

He laid there completely still, enjoying her pampering. After the mask was on all the way, she repeated the process on her face then she moved to the edge of the bed and had him sit on the floor between her legs as she massaged his scalp with some coconut oil. This was always T’Challa’s favorite, and he damn near fell asleep on her, but he was awakened by the sound of her laughing at the movie. 

“Ok, now it’s pedicure time.”

“I had one yesterday, but I can do yours.”

“You’re going to paint my nails?”

“Why not? I am already down here.” He kissed the inside of her calf as he massaged her foot with his gifted hands.

Her feet dangled over the side of her bed as he sat on the floor with her legs draped over his shoulders. He focused on her toes as he carefully painted each one, planting kisses on her legs along the way. 

Ashanti loved these intimate moments with T’Challa. He could be so soft with her and she loved that nobody got to see this side of the powerful man but her. After he finished with the top coat he blew on her toes to dry them and her already-wet pussy jumped a little bit. He knew he was turning her on, so he stopped and turned around, coming face to face with her clothed flower. Her hips involuntarily rolled in his direction and he planted a kiss between her legs, causing her to moan his name. He came up and kissed her lips.

“Not now, kitten. Your toes need to dry.”

“What?! You can't ju-”

She was interrupted by his fingers travelling up and down her center.

“What did I say?” he whispered in her ear.

“N-not now.”

He kissed her forehead then her nose then her lips, “Good girl.”

He removed his hand from between her legs and went to the bathroom to wash his face mask off before she followed him to do the same. She spritzed their faces with rosewater before applying face serum and moisturizer. When she was done T’Challa’s skin glowed even more than its usual perfection and it took all of her willpower to not reach out and touch. 

They went back to the bed and Ashanti grabbed her tools and products to start the process of braiding her hair as he pressed play on the movie again.

“Would you like help?”

“You know how to braid?”

“I used to do Shuri’s hair all the time. She was tender headed and for a while she wouldn’t let anyone else touch her hair.”

“What can’t you do?” she rolled her eyes

They shared a laugh and he mirrored her positioning from earlier, legs thrown over the side of the bed as she sat on the floor between them. He sectioned and lightly oiled her scalp before massaging her just as she did him. She moaned from the feeling of his large fingers manipulating her body in such a way. He then sectioned and braided her hair in no time flat. She got up to check herself out in the mirror and was more than pleasantly surprised by the results, and she felt hardly any pain or pulling.

“I already knew this from other activities, but you have very gifted fingers.”

He laughed and wrapped her hair in a silk scarf before they settled into the bed, meaning to find another movie to watch, but getting lost in each other’s eyes instead.

“Earlier, when I got here, I was upset about this morning’s council meeting.”

“It must have been pretty bad to stick with you all day like that...what was it about?”

“You.”

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion and she sat up a little.

“Me?”

“Yes, some of the elders don’t like that you are not of royal blood and are concerned about ‘tradition’ being broken.”

“They’re just going to have to get over that,” she laid back down on the bed and snuggled into him, throwing her leg across him. “Is there anything I can do to make it better?”

“I don’t think so. Mother suggested you come to a meeting, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“I do not want to involve you in-”

“I’m already involved, baby. It’s about me.”

He considered her words for a moment before caving.

“Alright, the next meeting is Wednesday at 5. They are normally in the mornings, but we rescheduled to accommodate the River Festival” he said before kissing her and pressing play on a new Wakandan movie they had both been meaning to see for a while. 

-------

“You could have said something!” Ashanti yelled after the door to his office closed, despite having argued the entire way from the throne room. 

“I did.”

“Yeah, after they insinuated I was everything but a child of Bast. What would I be after your wealth for? I have enough money to live a good life.”

“I know-”

“And I just want to carry the royal seed to be taken care of for the rest of my life? In-fucking-sane!”

“I told you it wasn’t a good idea.” 

“Oh shut up,” Ashanti spat back, making the king roll his eyes at her attitude. “You’re not the one whose character is being called into question.”

“No, but my discernment is. My ability to rule is.”

“I didn’t realize I would be the downfall of the great T’Challa Udaku,” she said sarcastically. 

“Kitten, that’s not what I meant,” he followed behind her as she attempted to avoid him, and he turned her around to face him. 

“I-” he sighed, “I had hoped they would have been different after I spoke to them last week, but it seems that is not the case-”

“And Ode? Fucking Ode?! How dare she look me in my eye and call me a commoner. That two-faced old bitch-”

“Ashanti-”

“Fuck her and that ugly ass Mala, they can both choke-

“Ashanti-”

“What the fuck do you want?!” 

He looked at her like she’d lost her mind.

“I don’t know who you think you are raising your voice at, but I’ve had enough of your disrespect-”

“Fuck off, T’Challa.”

A deep chuckle erupted from his body and out his mouth while Ashanti stared at him, annoyed by every sound he made.

“I forgot how much of a brat you can be,” he said while backing her up against the door, reaching out and turning the lock.

“I’m not a brat, I’m pissed the fuck off.”

“You’re going to get tired of cursing at me-”

“No I fucking won’t.”

His hand came up and grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him while his other hand held her waist against the door. “I don’t raise my voice at you, you don’t raise your voice at me. That’s not how we do things. Understand?”

She refused to meet his gaze and tried to shake her head out of his grasp, only for him to bring her back to his eyes.

“Do you understand me?”

“Fine, I understand you.” she rolled her eyes and he pulled her in for a wet, open mouth kiss. Her frustration fueled her as her tongue came in contact with his and he pushed her further into the door.

“On my desk, now,” he growled into her ear before slapping her ass.

“Make me.”

He growled and lifted her over his shoulder before walking to the desk and placing her on the corner.

She crossed her legs under her long printed skirt, her right thigh peeking out from the slit on the side and giving him a little tease. He walked over to her, opening her legs and stepping between them before leaning down and tilting her chin up towards him.

“You think you’ve been a good girl for your king?”

She bit her lip, anticipating her punishment.

“No, kumkani.”

“That’s right, you haven’t. You think it’s ok to yell and curse at me?” he pushed her wild coils behind her ear. “That’s fine, I can just take away that pretty little voice.” 

Ashanti sharted to speak, but he shushed her.

“Go up to my quarters and strip. Be on my bed, naked and ready for me when I get there,” he said with a slap to her ass. She hopped down from the desk and scurried out of the room.

Ashanti had never stripped so fast, and she was more than ready to splay herself out across his bed, but she decided to position herself on her knees with her legs tucked under her since she knew how much he loved to see her beg. She stayed like that for 20 minutes before T’Challa appeared with a smug look on his face, tickled at her annoyance for having to wait..

“What took you so long?”

“Did I say speak?”

His calm tone sent a shiver down her spine and she bit her lips to keep quiet.

“Your mouth seems to be getting you in a lot  of trouble right now. Good thing I brought this,” he held up a black ball gag with black leather straps and Ashanti let out a faint moan.

He took her jaw in his hand one more time and made direct eye contact with her, “What’s the safeword?”

“Papaya.”

A sinister grin appeared on his face.

“Kim, play ‘Kitten’ playlist,” he called out to the AI.

I know that you made love right here

I won't fall back for you, I want you

Ok say the back seat going up now

High enough to make me never come down

Got that look in her eye like "yeah"

Got her looking for a nigga, wanna cry now

I wanna give it to her now like, right now

Hit the hotel like lights out

Bad as a motherfucker, that's no doubt

Let my name live in your mouth

He pulled her in, licking one long stripe from her collarbone to her earlobe, nibbling on it before running his tongue along the shell of her ear.His hands went down to grab two handfuls of her ass as his mouth travelled back to her neck where he suckled until her hands came up to push him back. He grabbed them and held her wrists behind her as he bit down where her neck and shoulder meet before grabbing her jaw again.

“Good girl. Now,  I don't want to have to use this on you, but I will if you can’t keep your pretty little mouth shut. Nod if you understand me,” he paused to watch her struggle to nod against his grip. “Good fucking girl, kitten. Now come down on the floor and sit just like that, good. Look up at me.”

You're a good girl, you're a good fuckin' girl

Let me hear you say oh oh oh

You're a good girl, you're a good fuckin' girl

Get wild for a nigga one time, ah, ah, ah

You're a good girl, you're a good fuckin' girl

Let me hear you say oh oh oh

You're a good girl, you're a good fuckin' girl

Get wild for a nigga one time, ah, ah, ah

Wild for a nigga one time, wild for a nigga one time

Wild for a nigga one time, get wild for a nigga one time, ah, ah, ah

Wild for a nigga one time, wild for a nigga one time

Get wild for a nigga one time, wild for a nigga one time, ah, ah, ah

He pulled his meaty dick out of his pants and tapped it against Ashanti’s lips, signaling her to open up.

“Vula.” he grumbled out to her. Ashanti opened her mouth as wide as it could go and he slid his way into her mouth and down her well-trained throat. She slobbered up and down his shaft while she swallowed every inch that he could give her. When she stuck out her tongue for him to fuck her face she was almost at her limit, but he sensed her fatigue and finished on her face.

“On the bed,” he helped her up from her knees and laid her back on the bed          

You're such a good fuckin' girl, I like the look of her girl, good fuckin' girl

Love me right here, you can't hold back huh

Love me right here, won't you, won't you, won't you

Ok, say them foreign legs going up now

Let me show you where a nigga from now

“Remember, no talking,” he kissed her feet, then made his way up her legs to her pussy, planting a kiss right there before working his way back up to her lips and kissing her sloppily. He pulled back and covered her mouth with his hand before she felt his fingers plunge deep inside her soaking wet pussy. She tried to scoot back, but he wouldn't let her.

“Why are you running? You can’t take my fingers inside you anymore, kitten?”

She moaned under his hand, unable to speak even if she tried.

“I can't hear you, did you say something?” he teased, laughing in her face as his fingers picked up pace and massaged her g-spot in circles. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she grinded her pussy into his hand. He could feel her muscles beginning to tighten around his fingers and pulled out.

Got that look in her eye like "yeah"

Hit the jackpot, see I wanna come now

I wanna give it to her now like, right now

Make that thing wet like the tide now

Bad as a motherfucker, that's no doubt

Let my name live in your mouth

“That’s one.”

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Oh I must have left that part out. You raised your voice at me five times earlier. Five. Do you know what that means? Just nod, yes or no.”

She shook her head no and another evil smile crept up his face.

“That means I have to bring you to the edge at least five times before I even think about letting you cum.”

She squirmed beneath him.

“If you keep moving I’ll tie you up-”

She grunted and continued to move. He removed his hand and replaced it with the ball gag before rope tying her wrists together.

“You look beautiful like this, kitten. Mm.” he licked his lips and took in her naked, tied and gagged form before climbing back into position on top of her and kissing her forehead. He teased her nipples until he knew she would be ready for more and suddenly moved down her body and latched onto her clit.

You're such a good fuckin' girl, I like the look of her girl, good fuckin' girl

You're such a good fuckin' girl, I like the look of her girl, good fuckin' girl

You're such a good fuckin' girl, I like the look of her girl, good fuckin' girl

You're such a good fuckin' girl, I like the look of her girl, good fuckin' girl

Ashanti moaned around the ball gag and spit dripped down the sides of her mouth, she was already on the verge of cumming when he stopped and looked up at her.

“You know I love you, right?” He asked while his fingers ran up and down her already swollen lower lips. All she could do is nod. “Do you know how much I love you?”

Her answer was unintelligible around the dripping ball gag.

His fingers slowly entered her and he kissed her again. “And do you know what one of my favorite things about you is?”

She shook her head frantically, trying to remain unbothered by his ministrations. 

“The way you look when you cum. You’re always beautiful, but when you cum,” he tongue-kissed his way down to her neck and curled his fingers inside her. “You look divine.”

Ashanti’s body shivered all over and she closed her eyes.  

“So when you defy or disrespect me like you did earlier and I have to punish you, it hurts me too,” he said as his fingers sped up, rubbing against her g-spot with every thrust while the heel of his palm rubbed against her clit. His other hand grabbed her chin, making her open her eyes and look at him. “Then why do you make me do this? Hurt us both like this…” He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean just as he felt her tighter around him again.

“I sohhee kukai,” she struggled to get out, before he leaned in, lightly pressing his forehead to hers.

“Not yet, you’re not.”

You're a good girl, you're a good fuckin' girl

Let me hear you say oh oh oh

You're a good girl, you're a good fuckin' girl

Get wild for a nigga one time, ah, ah, ah

You're a good girl, you're a good fuckin' girl

Let me hear you say oh oh oh

You're a good girl, you're a good fuckin' girl

Get wild for a nigga one time, ah, ah, ah

Wild for a nigga one time, wild for a nigga one time

Wild for a nigga one time, get wild for a nigga one time, ah, ah, ah

Wild for a nigga one time, wild for a nigga one time

Get wild for a nigga one time, wild for a nigga one time, ah, ah, ah

T’Challa’s teasing tested his own resolve. He would tongue her down then stop to go over documents on his beads, leaving her tied to the bed, heaving and in a puddle of her own wetness. Ashanti hoped that he would cave soon for his own sake, but she hoped in vain. When T’Challa set his mind to something nothing could get in the way, and he was determined to hold out. 

After about an hour of torturing her off and on with his tongue, he switched to tapping the head of his thick, meaty dick on her clit. His precum dripped out onto her, lubricating his tip and making every tap feel like heaven. One time, he almost gave in and fucked her, but instead just rubbed his tip at her entrance, driving them both crazy. When he left the room to center himself and came back, his fingers found their way deep inside her at a maddeningly slow pace, bringing tears to her eyes and making her legs shake. 

Ashanti knew that he was going to break soon so she just had to hold out a little longer, but then he just had to start playing with her nipples again. He knew what that did to her, that jackass. 

She let out a loud moan as she felt him enter her, and she finally felt full for the first time all night. He laid all his weight on her, daring her to move, and stared into her eyes. He stayed like that for five minutes ignoring her whimpering and pleading and placing kisses all over her face and neck while just barely grinding into her.

“Do you think you deserve to cum now?”

She nodded frantically as she looked up at him with her best begging eyes. 

That’s what did it. T’Challa’s hips pulled back and snapped forward, causing Ashanti to cry out to the heavens. His hips rolled his dick deep inside her, grinding so she felt it in every part of her pussy. As they sped up, Ashanti got louder and louder until he could feel her tightening around him.

“You can cum now, kitten.” he whispered in her ear, hips still pistoning into hers.

She came with a splash, but he kept on going. He undid her gag and she let out a relieved sigh.

“Oh my Bast, Kumkani!”

After a few more strokes her mouth fell open in a silent scream and her eyes were unable to focus on anything in front of her.

“Cum with me, my love. Give me one more.”

The two of them climbed towards their orgasms and they both got louder and louder as they approached. Ashanti looped her bound wrists around his neck and pulled T’Challa in closer while he bit down on her neck as he released inside her and she came undone around him. He collapsed on top of her and the two of them came down from their shared high. When he tried to roll off her she protested, gripping him tighter with her legs. He chuckled, giving in and staying in that position for a few more minutes before T’Challa untied her wrists. He massaged the marks left behind and got up to run a bath so Ashanti’s muscles wouldn’t hurt after tensing up so much.

When he returned to the bedroom, she was laying across the bed half asleep and he had to carry her to the bath. When he placed her in and slid in behind her she leaned her head back against his shoulder and relaxed there as he washed her body.

They finished their bath and he dried her off before getting her ready for bed and sliding her under the sheets. When he got in on his side she  immediately weaseled her way up under his warmth and the two of them laid like that for a while before Ashanti finally spoke.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you, baby.”

“I know, kitten,” he kissed the top of her head, “just don’t let it happen again.”

She giggled and tucked herself into his side.

“Yes kumkani.”

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