V.I.P (Erik Killmonger x Reader x M’Baku Smut)
Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader , M’Baku x Reader , Chubby!Black! Reader
Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Threesome
A/N: I know y’all requested part three of The Prince but I couldn’t get this out of my head and i tried to make it short (like 500 words max) however here we are. Let me know what you think, this was mostly for fun !!
“What can I get you gentlemen tonight?” You said, standing uncomfortably in front of the two older white gentlemen that were currently gawking at your body.
You wrote it down and quickly departed to fetch their drinks. You’d had no idea when you first signed up to be a bottle girl that it would be anything like this. You knew being a plus sized bottle girl would have it’s challenges but you’d never expected to have your section put all the way in the far end of the club by the bathrooms. You also hadn’t expected all of your clients to be old, perverted men who obviously lusted after your body while being uncomfortable by your presence at the same time. You would have quit a long time ago however, these old geezers tipped quite heavily (more than likely to appease their own guilt).
You were on your way to the bar to get the men their drinks when you suddenly felt two strong arms clamp down on your shoulders and stop you immediately.
“Excuse me, where are your latrine facilities?” You looked up to see once of the biggest, tallest, and definitely most handsome man you’d ever laid eyes on. His face was all smooth skin and full lips, his eyes shockingly intense.
“T-to the left, in the back,” You stuttered. He nodded his head once in all seriousness, then immediately marched off in that direction. You let go of a breath you weren’t aware you were holding and left two retrieve your costumers’ drinks.
You saw the man once more after that, coming out of the restroom as he left your section. He glanced at you for a second, his eyes moving past you as quickly as they fell upon you. You weren’t hurt nor surprised. Men of his incredible stature didn’t look at girls like you. And being as short as you were, they rarely ever noticed you were there in the first place.
You’d continued to work your section for another thirty mins when your boss made his way over to you, pulling you aside. He didn’t look pleased.
“You’re no longer working here,” He huffed, taking your tray and section beeper from you. You were frozen in place. You knew you might not have brought in as much business as the teeny-weeny girls, let alone the ones whose bodies had been “surgically advanced” but to fire you on the spot was a blow to your esteem completely.
“Sir, what have I done to deserve this? I know I might not have been bringing in as much business lately but please give me another chance. I need this job an-
“What?!” Your boss quipped, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips. “You’re no longer working here in this section, doll. We’re moving you to V.I.P.”
You were at a complete loss for words as he ushered you up the stairs to where the private lounges were held.
“B-But what about my customers downstairs,” You asked as the upstairs bartender began preparing a bucket of ice and two bottles of expensive liquor for you to deliver to your new clients.
“It’s being taken care of. I’ll get one of my other girls to cover it. Hell, as much as these gentlemen are paying to have you all to themselves, I’ll get down there and cover it my damn self.” He muttered, lighting his cigarette. Once the bartender handed you the iced bottles, your boss offered you an inspiring “Don’t mess this up,” before leaving you in front of one of the V.I.P. lounge doors.
You entered slowly, your mind going crazy with all the possibilities of who could be waiting behind that door. Maybe it was a senator, or a governor. What if it was someone you knew? Thoughts of your 8th grade teacher who could never keep his eyes off you crept into your mind, making you want to gag.
You cautiously open the door to reveal the same incredibly handsome gentleman from earlier sitting with another man so good-looking, you immediately wanted to run and hide.
“Shit, M’Baku, you weren’t lying.” The other man spoke, his golden canines glinting in the dim room.
“First American woman to impress me this entire trip,” The one from earlier, M’Baku, said licking his lips. You just now noticed his slight accent, probably too distracted by his beauty to acknowledge it on your first encounter.
“Yeah man, she’ll do nicely,” The second man stood up, his height staggering but not as intimidating as M’Baku. He wrapped one arm around your waist, the other grabbing the ice bucket of liquor out of your hand, setting it down.
“Name’s Erik, ma,” He said palming one of your breast before slipping it from your bralette and into his mouth. His warm tongue grazed upon your already erect nipple and you squeaked in surprise.
You tried to push him away slightly, causing both him and his mouth to release you. You took a step back only to collide with his friend who placed two large hands on your hips.
“You’re scaring her, Erik,” His deep voice rumbled.
“Nigga, it’s probably your gap that scares her most. C’mere, baby girl.” He coo’d, his voice like velvet. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, however you were trying to keep some form of your dignity intact.
“I-I’m not a stripper, o-or prostitute. I don’t do this sort of thing.” You said shakily. At that they both roared with laughter.
“We already know this, shawty. You think we would have invited yo ass up here if you were? We’re not in the business of used goods,” He said, and before you could fully process what was happening, he grabbed your jaw lightly and crashed his lips on yours. His hands went back to fondling your melons, while M’Baku unzipped your high waisted shorts, pulling both them and your panties down to pool at your ankles.
“Damn, girl you got some pretty titties,” Erik uttered finally breaking free of your lips. He then lifted you up as if you weighed nothing, setting you down on the lounge sofa that each VIP room came equipped with. He unzipped his pants, palming himself while his accomplice settled himself between your legs.
M’Baku licked his lips hungrily before plunging straight for your slit. You couldn’t help but let out a mewl of pleasure as his tongue and beard set your senses ablaze. Erik gently grabbed your jaw, turning your head in the direction of his dick, now fully unclothed.
“Open wide, ma,” He said, sliding his tip between your lips. You took him into your mouth, nearly gagging at his incredible sized. He thrust gently into you mouth, slowly picking up speed as he pinched and tugged at your nipples with one hand, the other cradling your jaw still.
You took in as much of him as you could, stroking the rest of him with your hands. Your senses were going crazy at the moment, the burly man between your legs driving you insane as his tongue suckled your clit like there was no tomorrow. You were moaning helplessly, despite the fact that you still had Erik’s cock in your mouth. The vibrations of your moans were getting to Erik and you could tell. He began thrusting into your mouth more erratically, plunging himself into your throat.
Meanwhile, M’Baku began fingering you, charging two thick digits into your cunt, curling them towards him. You were caught off guard and immediately took Erik out of your mouth to moan. Big mistake.
“Aye who told you to stop?” Erik growled, thrusting himself back into your mouth immediately. You knew by the shortness of breath and his desperate thrusts that he was close.
“Fuck! This shit feels too fucking good, baby girl.” He groaned, the hand that was cradling your jaw now moving to grip the back of your hair and push him towards you. Between the feeling of his length stretching your mouth, his fingers rolling your nipples, M’Baku’s digits curling inside you while his tongue continued a full on assault on your clit, it was easy to say you were completely overwhelmed. You felt your own orgasm coming on but before you could focus on letting it wash over you, Erik gave into his own release, his seed bombarding its way down your throat. It filled your mouth with a small bit spilling from the corner of your lips. You swallowed naturally and swiped at the drop with your index finger before making a show of sucking off said finger.
“Damn you a freak,” Erik whispered breathlessly. Just then M’Baku removed his fingers from your center, grabbing you by the waist and setting you on his lap. You turned to look at Erik as M’Baku began freeing his member; he’d sat down opposite of you two, watching the scene before him with hungry eyes as he stroked his subdued cock.
M’Baku’s engorged dick sprang to life from his trousers and you felt a rush of blood flood your face at the thought of Erik watching you two. Of course this wasn’t your first time but this was very much the first time you had had another person watch you engage in such acts, let alone a threesome. All nervousness was forgotten as soon as it came when M’baku lifted you again by your waist, carefully aligning you with his head.
You sank down on him slowly, the lewd sound of your wetness engulfing him filled the room. You had to admit you were a bit subconscious because you had very little to almost no experience riding men. Most would complain that you were too heavy or not even try at all just by looking at you.
You tried your best to place all of your weight on either side of the man, so you wouldn’t crush him, slowly bobbing up and down on his dick. You could tell he was ready to pick up the pace so he simply spread his legs open, lifting you ever so slightly so that both your knees were resting upon his enormous thighs. The new position allowed him to sink into you so much deeper, causing him to let out a groan.
“Am I-Am I too heavy?” You said panicked, misinterpreting the groan. He opened his eyes to stare at you in confusion before letting out a bark of a laugh. You felt the red tint return to your face. He brought your lips to his, kissing you sloppily as you moaned into his mouth.
“How my kids taste nigga?” Erik said, his eyes still trained on you two. M’Baku’s response was to make a show of shoving his tongue into your mouth, landing a loud smack to your ass.
“When I’m done with her, she won’t even remember that you’re here,” M’Baku chuckled lowly but you could tell by the look in Erik’s face that he was affected by it, his eyes turning darker as he watched the two of you.
M’Baku stayed true to his word. He started off with shallow thrusts to meet yours , letting you have control over how you rode him however he quickly let you know who was in charge here. He had one massive hand around your neck, trailing kisses down your jawline, the other hand gripping your voluptuous ass for dear life ass he fucked into you. You had one hand on his shoulder to balance yourself so you wouldn’t fall off of his lap due to his ridiculous momentum, the other hand was clinging to the wrist of the hand he currently had wrapped around your neck.
You didn’t know if it was the pressure around your neck, or his huge cock plowing into you but you’d never been this turned on in your life. Your orgasm was approaching quickly and you knew when M’Baku slipped two fingers in your mouth, silencing your moans as your sucked on his thick digits, that you wouldn’t last long.
“Thixo, ndibathanda abafazi abanqabileyo,(God, I love thick women),” M’Baku growled feverently, his own release catching up with yours. You had no idea what he was saying, or even what language that was but you knew it was succeeding in making you wetter. Within the next few thrusts you were pushed over the edge, clawing at his fore-arm for dear life. M’Baku followed suit right behind you, filling you with his seed as his grip on your neck tightened enough to actually deprive you of oxygen. You began weakly trying to pry his hand away, your exhaustion from your recent release hindering you.
“Iphutha lam, lihle, (My mistake, beautiful),” M’Baku immediately released your neck, opting to caress your face softly. The two of you stayed in that same position, gazing into eachother’s eyes. You brought your forehead to rest against M’Baku’s. He closed the gap between you two, planting soft, sweet kisses on your lips.
The intimate moment between the two of you was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat across the room. It startled you momentarily because you actually had forgotten Erik’s presence in the room. He stalked towards you, his member once again standing at full attention.
“My turn, nigga. Fuck you thought this was,” He snarled, lifting you off M’Baku’s lap and bending you over the side of the lounge sofa. M’Baku’s seed still being inside you, you clenched to prevent making a mess.
“Nah, babygirl, push that shit out right now,” Erik said, delivering a sharp slap to your ass. You were no fan of creampies but you knew better than to disobey, judging by his tone. You pushed it out and felt Erik wipe it off with a familiar feeling fabric, you peeked over your shoulder to finding him tossing your panties from earlier aside. Welp, there goes that pair.
Erik wasted no time spitting into his hand, stroking his dick a couple moment before he brought them to your swollen lips. He beat your pussy with his member for a few seconds then proceeded to plunge in. You squeaked out of sensitivity as you felt his warm rod throbbing within you.
“Damn girl, I might have to start fucking thick bitches exclusively from now on.” He said as he pumped into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size. However, after taking M’Baku, you didn’t actually need it.
Erik was much more aggressive than M’Baku, his stroke more powerful and less careful. Though it was evident M’Baku possessed an abundance of raw strength, however you could tell he was trying not to hurt you. Erik didn’t care in the slightest, a fact that served to only get you wetter.
As Erik pounded into you, you noticed you were still close enough to M’Baku to touch him. You reached out to run your fingers through his beard, causing him to come closer to you. You then reached for his dick, focusing on the sensitive head. He brought his tip to your lips, his other hand running his hands through your hair softly. You hummed in pleasure as you took him into his mouth.
Erik didn’t like the connection that was evident between you and M’Baku and only used that as fuel for making his strokes more aggressive. He was pounding into you relentlessly, his grip on your soft hips so tight, it was bound to leave bruises. The mixture of pleasure and pain had you gasping, barely able to keep M’Baku’s length in your mouth.
“Yeah that’s right, you aint never had a nigga give it to you like me, babygirl.” He said, punctuating each word with a powerful thrust. You felt your second release wash over you suddenly, even more formidable than the first due to your own sensitivity mixed in with Erik’s brute nature.
“Damn, this pussy tight,” Erik moaned, his thrusts slowing down as your walls clenched around him due to your orgasm.
“On your knees. Now!” He said, pulling out of you. You kneeled before him, still pumping M’Baku’s member in your hand. Erik in turn started stroking himself even faster in front of your face. You opened your mouth to receive him but he opted instead to paint your cheeks with his cum.
M’Baku, feeling his release nearing, bringing his cock to your lips, allowing you to suck him until he exploded down your throat. You swallowed every drop to prevent from choking on it. M’Baku ran his fingers through your hair once more before the scene was interrupted by Erik tossing your clothes at you.
You adjusted your bralette on you and pulled up your short, about to grab your panties to discard of them but M’Baku grabbed them before you were able to reach them.
“I think I will hold on to these, mhle” M’Baku smirked at you, causing your heart to flutter. You nodded, the blush evident on your cheeks.
“Aight ma, you good?” Erik said, indicating it was time for you to leave. You grabbed one of the cloth napkins hanging on the side of the champagne bucket, attempting to clean the mess Erik had graced your face with, before heading for the door.
Erik grabbed your arm right before you reached for the doorknob. He pushed a wad of cash into your hand before letting go, a peculiar look in his eye. Even though you’d only been around these two gentlemen for a short period, something in his expression seemed almost… soft to you. He looked as if he wanted to say something else but refrained, the look on his face gone just as quickly as it appeared. He then shut the door behind you, leaving you on the outside of the VIP room, as if this entire thing had never really happened, the only remnants being the dull ache between your legs and the ridiculously large stack of cash in your hands. A quick flip through it revealed more money than you had seen ever in one place. Without a second thought, you grabbed your purse from downstairs and left the club altogether, waiting tables be damned. If this was how much they paid you as a ‘tip’, You could only imagine how much they paid your boss.
A/N: There will not be a Part 2.
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