Black Panther Clock

Black panther clock

Black Panther Thirst Challenge

A/N: This was a request for @wakandalivesforever and if I did this right, it was for riding Chadwick, giving Winston head, and sitting on Michael’s face?? So sorry it took so long, its been forever since you sent it, I hope you like it though :D honestly…it gets filthier the further you read 

Genre: smutty smut smutatic smut

Warning: well this is smut x3 so….you’ve been warned children! oh wait, I keep forgetting to add NSFW or school or church (that’s mostly when I post on sundays tho)

Takes place before they filmed the Infinity War trailer

Your eyes couldn’t leave his form as he said his lines, so enamored with his presence and ability to take on the character of a king so well, the reality that you weren’t watching him on the big screen hadn’t sunk in yet. It always gave you goosebumps, hearing him speak in that distinctive accent he perfected, and it both annoyed him and inflated his ego how wet you got from listening to him. Your eyes drifted down the hard lines of his lean body standing at the foot of your bed dressed only in flannel pajama pants and your mouth watered at all of his smooth brown skin on display, the dim lamp lighting creating mesmerizing shadows on his body that danced every time he moved. You heard him clear his throat and your eyes flew back to his.

“This happens every time you say you’re going to help me with my lines (Y/N). I can never seem to keep your attention.” You stared at his exasperated expression blankly, finding his seriousness almost laughable.

“Believe me, you have my full attention. You realize you’re shirtless right?” He looked down at his bare chest then up at you again, clearly not seeing the issue. You couldn’t help but smile and roll your eyes at him before refocusing on the script in your hands. Your eyes swept over the words before you sigh, asking for the umpteenth time, “Remind me again why the fuck am I reading for Natasha and not someone more awesome like Okoye or hell, even M’Baku?”

He slapped his script against his leg and let his head fall back pinching the bridge of his nose, and you knew you were getting on his nerves. “C’mon now! I’ve already told you I practiced and rehearsed those scenes more than enough with the actual actors. This is the scene I need to work on,” he brought his head back up to look at you pleadingly, “are you going to help me get this down or not?”

He looked exhausted, he’d only gotten home an hour ago from dealing with costume designers fussing over him and yet he was still pushing himself to perfect his lines before they had to start rehearsing off book. Feeling a little bad for giving him so much shit, you picked up where you left off, “Yes, but I agree with Captain here…”

This continued on for the next hour and as he became more tired, he joined you where you sat up against the headboard. The words of the line he was reading came out mumbled and he stopped saying them all together. You looked over to see him holding the script inches away from his face and blinking slowly at it. You laughed at what an adorable image he made, and you wanted to kiss him. Propping your body up on your knees, you threw one leg over him and plopped down in his lap. His hands fell down to your thighs and he jerkily shook his head trying to shake off the sudden drowsiness that had overcome him.

“Maybe we should take a break baby?” you kissed his nose and wrapped your arms around his neck, staring into his tired eyes.

“No, just a little more and then I promise I’ll let us rest.” He picked up the script and started mumbling out some more lines. You saw his eyelids drooping and his head begin to slowly fall forward, and you deliberately rocked your hips against his. You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing as he jolted awake.

“Wh-what you doin?” His eye now alert, albeit confused, planted themselves on your hips that were still moving softly against his, as if he couldn’t figure out why he was hardening beneath you.

He groaned quietly as you pressed a little harder against him. Your core had been wet since the moment he first spoke in that accent but now squirming on top of him, he could feel your heat through your thin panties and it drove the both of you a little crazy. “I figured since you’re so hellbent on doing this all in one go tonight, that I could at least try to keep you awake.” He nodded in a daze, more from arousal than sleepiness this time, and began saying the scripted words again. His Wakandan accent came out thick and husky and you moan at the sound of it, moving one hand away, down from his neck to play with the drawstring of his pajama pants.

His words came out stuttered and unsteady as you leaned forward to place chaste kisses along his neck, and he let out a gasp at the feeling of your hand reaching beneath his pants to take hold of his warm length. He paused in his lines as he thrust up into your hand that was tightening around him, and you pulled away to briefly glance down at the script he had bunched up in his fist before locking eyes with him.

“You got a monologue coming up Chad,” you spoke against his lips and a moan slipped out of him as you pulled his pants down to have better range stroking him, “think you have it memorized?” He nodded before slamming his lips into yours and your tongue tangled with his as your hands left his body, one going to pull up the large night t-shirt you had on and the other pushing your soaked panties to the side. He pulled away from your lips and dipped his hips under yours, placing the head of his dick right at your slick entrance.

“Okay baby, I’ll do all the work, you give me your monologue.” You slowly sink down on his length, feeling him stretch your pussy with his girth, and you both groan at the tight fit. His big hands move up to grip your hips and tug you down on him harder and you watch as his head falls back, getting lost in the feeling of you.

“No,” Chadwick lets out a deep groan at the feeling of your nails scraping down his chest as you circle your hips, “your monologue.” He bites his lips and thrusts up into you before he starts speaking, his speech sounding tense forced out through clenched teeth, but you loved it all the same and began to bounce on him, rising all the way up to the head of his dick then falling down to grind your hips against his.

You close your eyes and moan his name listening to his speech get more impassioned. This was your favorite scene, when he prepares the Wakandans and Avengers before to battle Thanos, he gets so intense every time and he seemed to drill up into you harder. His breathing was getting heavier and the only sounds that could be heard were his hoarse voice, the wet slapping of your hips meeting his, and your desperate groans, you were so damn close. He’s reaching the end of his speech and one of his hands reaches up to pinch your nipple.

“Yibambe!” You call out his name as he brings his knees up and plants his feet on the bed, giving him more leverage to slam up into you forcing you to fall forward and brace your hands on his chest.

“Yibambe!” He shakes your whole body with his thrusts, you can feel his balls slapping your ass and you can’t do anything but moan now. His hand leaves your nipple to reach down and stroke your clit, moving in tight circles to match his frantic pace. You scream and your pussy creams all over him, the wet noises can be heard as you cum hard on him.

“Yibam-FUCK!” The feeling of you coming undone sent him over the edge, and with a guttural groan you could feel warmth spread in your center. You both tried to control your breathing as he gave a few more shallow thrusts into you. His grip on your hips loosened as he leaned his head back against the headboard, his eyes closed and a dopey grin on his face. You couldn’t resist the urge and you leaned forward to give him a sweet kiss on his lips.

“I’ll be right back.” You gingerly lifted your leg off of him and eased off the bed to go get a towel to clean the both of you off. As you walked away, you shook your head fondly at the faint sound of snoring behind you.

The noisy hustle and bustle of the street vendors faded into distant white noise as you and Winston walked hand in hand further along the trail that would lead you to the beach. The noon sun was shinning hotly overhead, giving both of your dark skins a warm glow to it that would have your friends at home positively green with envy once you made it back to the states. You walk closer to Winston, squeezing his hand and brushing your arm against his as you look up at him.

His eyes were covered by dark shades and he had a huge smile on his face, looking around at the birds in the trees as you both walked deeper through the forest. His whole demeanor was one of pure happiness and you knew it had to do with being in his hometown. He’d been asking you for months to come visit Tobago with him so he could show you everything he loved about his home, and just seeing how different he is here, you were truly thankful your schedule cleared up to allow it. Your eyes traveled down to his broad chest, brown skin glistening and exposed by the open and brightly colored floral button down he wore, and you bit your lip at how good he looked. Your eyes found their way to his white shorts where his ever consistent bulge was showing it’a presence; it had nothing to do with him being hard, he was just so large that no matter what bottoms he’d wear, it would always be known that the man is packing some heat. The sound of his happy voice startled you out of your thoughts.

“Oh (Y/N) look!” He let go of your hand and walked over to a skinny tree with pod like things on it, plucking one off and turning to show you. “This is cacao, it’s what chocolate is made of. Come here.”

You walked closer to him, now being shaded under the canopy of trees being this deep into the forest. You stood right in front of him, watching as he pushed his shades up to sit on his coiled curls, and he handed the pod to you, which was surprisingly heavier than it looked.

“Try to open it.” He gave you a big toothy grin as he watched you struggle adorably. It was as firm as a rock and your face scrunched up as you tried not to give yourself a brain aneurysm with how you were straining to open it. “You’re too cute,” he stepped closer to you and bent down to kiss you on the forehead before taking the pod from your hand and standing up straight again, leaving very little space between your bodies, “let me.” The veins popped out in his forearms and he grunted softly, squeezing the pod until cracks began to form. He let out more grunts as he pulled the two halves of the cacao apart where it had split, and you licked your lips watching him. He hadn’t even realized how sexy he looked in that moment as he beamed proudly down at the exposed seeds.

You watched as he brought a seed up to his thick lips and closed his eyes, savoring the taste of the plant. “Delicious. Here, have one.” He took another seed from the pod and brought it up to your lips. You really couldn’t help yourself, and you looked him in the eyes as your tongue met his fingers, licking wetly around them before taking the seed into your mouth. He looked at you in mild surprise before grinning cheekily at you as you moaned at the slightly bitter chocolate flavor.

“My, someone certainly is in a mood. What got you like this baby?” Looking down into your eyes, he brushed some of the curls that had fallen out of your bun away from your face with the back of his hand before turning it to cup your cheek.

“I just love seeing you like this Winnie.” He rolled his eyes at that nickname he abhorred and stepped closer to you, chest brushing against your chin as you looked up at him.

“Yeah?” His thumb stroked down your jawline and you shiver at his light, teasing touch, “well I can take care of you when we get back to the resort.” His thumb moves over to graze your lower lip, and you watch as his warm brown eyes become increasingly heated as he stares at your pink tongue, which came out to lick his finger playfully.

“I really don’t want to wait.” His eyebrows furrow, watching as you take his hand and he allows you to pull him around a wide, old looking tree, dropping the long since forgotten cacao plant. You stop him a couple of feet in front of the tree before pushing on his chest to lean back against it, his back the only thing touching the tree. He’s so tall, you’d need to do this at an angle. He watched you with his mouth hanging open comically as you dropped down to your knees. Your mouth had been watering for him since seeing him put on these snug shorts, and you’d been wanting to do this all day.

“(Y/N) you can’t be serious!” He let out an incredulous scoffing laugh and you say nothing, smiling mischievously up at him as you pull his shorts down to his knees. His cock twitched when the warm air hit it, already semi hard from when you’d cruelly licked Winston’s fingers, and it was hanging half way down his thigh, looking as intimidating as ever. You give his cock fluttering little kisses, starting at the base and watching as it twitches more deliberately, growing stiff as you get closer to the head. Winston lets out a curse word on a faint sigh and you look up at him under your lashes, making eye contact as your tongue comes out for a quick lick before going back to those infuriating kisses.

“You filthy little thing. You really just couldn’t wait to have me huh?” You moan, grazing your lips against the slit on the head of his dick and he gripped the bark of the tree with both hands at the vibrating sensation that created. “No, you’re a naughty girl for me. Open your mouth.” You grabbed him at the base of his length and opened your mouth, circling the head with your hot, wet tongue. Your eyes never left his face as he let his head fall back against the tree, staring up at the sky as your tongue found the thick vein on the underside of his cock and you licked over it lovingly.

“More.” You complied, wetness from your mouth falling down his shaft to meet your hand as you took more of him in, massaging him with your tongue. “Just like that (Y/N), good girl” you took him as far in as you could without gagging, bringing your hand from the base to meet your lips and he let out a groan at the combined feeling of your mouth and hand working him.

“More (Y/N).” You started to bob your head, moving your hand simultaneously and the noises he made got your pussy dripping. You moaned around him and his head came off the tree to look down at you, almost growling at the captivating sight of you pinching your nipple through your thin sundress. “Look at you! Such a wanton girl for me. Pull your dress down, let me see those tits.” You kept sucking him and briefly let go of his cock to pull your dress down, putting your breasts on display for him. Your hand went back to work and you bobbed down on him a little faster, getting excited at the way he groaned watching your tits jiggle with the jerky movements of your head and your dainty fingers tugging at your nipples.

People talking could be heard some distance down the trail and it caused a break in your concentration as you unintentionally slowed down, eyes leaving his and darting to the side of him to see if anyone could be seen. The feel of one of his hands fisting in your hair caused you to come back to him as he pushed you down further, pushing more of his length to the back of your throat. You moaned at his aggressiveness and your hand went down to your panties, softly stroking your wet folds over them.

“Does the idea of someone catching us like this get you wet naughty girl? Hmmm?” You moaned louder on his dick and he grunted, hips flexing to buck into you. The voices got closer and he bit his lip, muffling his sounds of pleasure and you squinted your eyes at him, annoyed that he didn’t feel as vulnerable to exposure as you did.

Your hand left toying with your pussy, and it joined your other one on his cock as you began to sloppily bob on him, twisting your hands on every upstroke and covering his whole cock either with your mouth or your hands. He lets out a loud groan before his hand goes up to his mouth so he can bite his fist, the other tightens in your hair as he thrust harder into your mouth.

The voices pass by you and still he moves at a frantic pace, lost in his own thoughts of how exciting he finds the whole situation. You can tell he’s getting close as his thrusts becoming erratic and you try to keep up with him, making vulgar slurping noises and feeling wetness drip down onto your chest. With a loud grunt he cums into your mouth with big spurts, almost choking you with the amount and you have to pull away from him causing some of his cum to land on your breasts.

His legs give out and he sits as the base of the tree with his chest heaving. He opens his eyes to look at you before seeing the mess he made and laughing weakly, pulling his shirt from his arms to clean you off. “You know, I’m going to get you back for almost getting us caught. You did that on purpose.” You smile up at him as he pulls you onto his lap.

“Yes, but you liked it.” He kisses your nose before leaning his forehead against yours.

“That I did.”

“Honestly answer the fucking question Michael, what was even the point of inviting me?” You storm through the front door, kicking your heels off and furiously trying to yank your hair out of it’s fancy updo. He slammed the door behind you and followed after you, angrily picking up your shoes and the purse you’d thrown.

“Yo ass better be glad my parents are out of town (Y/N). How many times do I have to tell you I didn’t mean to leave you by yourself on purpose baby?” You turned to face him, eyes venomous and half your hair still haphazardly in its style. You looked gorgeous and he felt like shit. He knew you hated these premiers and he practically begged you to go to this one. Creed 2 was so important to him, he worked so hard on it and he felt like it was a turning point for his career after taking on a roll like Killmonger. He forgot how many boring, high dollar Hollywood elites he’d have to mingle with and he thought he was sparing you by leaving you in the very entertaining presence of Tiffany Haddish.

“I did this for you Mike! I went there to be with you, and the minute we step off the red carpet and the cameras are no longer on us you just hand me off?? Like I’m some fan you’re fucking?” You turn and walk away from him and roll your eyes hearing his footsteps behind you as you take the rest of your hair down, your natural curls framing your face. His eyes fall to the enticing sway of your hips, your curves so evident in your tight dress and he bites his lip before your voice snaps his eyes to the back of your head.

“I’m just your token black woman, aren’t I? I’m starting to see through your bullshit Michael. You’re trying to get back in the good graces of the black fanbase after they dragged your ass for being fake as shit. This is all I am to you.” The feeling of his hand on your arm stopped you from walking as he swung you around to face him.

“Baby that’s ridiculous!” You eyed his hand still on your bicep before moving your hand up to slap his away, looking up at him.

“Tiff agrees with me.” You watch his plump lips form an annoyed frown.

“You tell the bi-“ you took a step closer to him, voice loud and echoing around the empty house with your anger.

“Don’t you say a damn thing about her Michael! She was better company tonight than you were.” Honestly, she’d been clowning him the whole night, roasting him for being a typical brite nigga, how he’s confused as shit about appearing to be all for his people when his actions really don’t add up. You’d given him the benefit of the doubt getting into a relationship with him, but you were truly beginning to question whether he was ready for something this serious.

“Okay…okay look, I’m sorry baby okay? None of that shit is true, I genuinely adore you. Just don’t make any hasty decisions while you’re angry.” That made you pause, did he think you’d call it quits just like that? You looked up into his worried face, his unruly eyebrows furrowed and his anxious eyes darting in between yours. Huh, so this was the type of bullshit he was used to. Those Instagram model bitches must’ve left him as soon as they faced troubled waters with him, and both he and all the previous hoes he dated were to immature to put in work to make the relationship healthy and fulfilling for both parties.

“Nigga please. I’m not leaving you.” You laugh at the perplexed look on his face almost feeling bad for him. “No, you’re going to make up for what you did, we’re going to talk about how to NOT run into this bullshit in the future, and then we’re going to move the fuck on.” His expression morphed into one of sheepish relief before he grabbed both of your shoulders, pulling you to him and pressing his lips into yours. You stayed still, debating on whether you should push him away before you gave in, throwing your arms around his neck and moving your soft lips against his. He moaned at the feeling of you kissing him back and his tongue left his mouth to gently swipe at your lips. Feeling yourself grow wet, you pulled away from him out of his arms completely and he looked at you confused once again.

“Go sit on the floor in front of the couch.” You wanted to follow through with the idea you had in your head before you lost the balls to demand it of him.

“The fuck? Why?” You just put your hand on your hip and raised a stern eyebrow at him and he caved, rolling his eyes and turning away from you. You watched his tall form in his dark suit lower itself to the ground, his large muscles moving beneath the expensive fabric and you licked your lips, wanting to see his body but also wanting him to be uncomfortable in the confines of his clothes a little while longer. He spread his long legs a bit and not so subtly adjusted his growing length against his thigh.

He cocked his head to the side, looking up at you with heated eyes as he waited for you to do something. “Now what?” You didn’t answer him as you walked over to him to stand between his legs. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you as he watched you move. His hungry gaze went from your bare, painted toes, to the skin of your left thigh exposed by the long split in your dress, marveling at how the rich yellow color went beautifully with your brown skin, up to your bust where your breast looked like they were about to pop out of the strapless cut, before landing on your enticingly strict face.

“When’s the last time you ate my pussy Michael?” His eyebrows shot up in surprise before a sly smile took over his face, and then he really thought about your question and the arrogance gradually faded from his expression.

“I don’t know baby…” you stared down at him unwaveringly and he dropped his eyes away from yours.

“Yeah, let’s make up for lost time then.” His eyes went to your hands and he watched as you reached in the split of your dress to pull them off, the yellow lace darkened with your arousal and he found himself surprised at how hard he was getting, thinking about burying his face between your thighs. You bunch your dress up around your hips and he groans and his head instinctively falls back against the couch as his eyes land on your glistening pussy. He watches it as you step closer to him, lifting first one knee, then the other on either side of his head, and he’s transfixed at how your lips spread slightly when your legs do. You spread your legs wider and lower yourself closer to his face until you can feel his hot breaths against your wet folds. “Now, this won’t completely make up for tonight, but it’s a start. Now lick.”

The feeling of his tongue licking from just underneath your dripping hole, and dragging slowly up your slit to circle that sensitive little nub has you fall forward to hold on to the back of the couch. You feel his hands smooth the fabric of your dress over your hips again from where you’d dropped it and he grips your ass tightly, pulling you down to press more firmly against his face.

His tongue moves down to lap at your wet hole, dripping your sweet essence all over his lips and you moan out his name. “You’ve been selfish haven’t you Michael?” The feeling of him moaning against you causes you to shiver, and you feel his nose bump against your clit as he nods into your pussy. “Are you going to do better for me baby?” He sticks his tongue inside you and moans again, grinding his nose deliberately against you this time.

You curse and move your hips tentatively against him, not sure how he’d take to you literally riding his face. You feel a vibration against your core that causes you to gasp almost painfully as he lets out a growl into your pussy, using his grip on your ass to grind you down harder onto his tongue.

“Fuck yes!” You thrust your hips against his mouth and your thighs tremble as he moves his tongue up to flick against your clit, causing you to let out excited wails cause this whole time you’d been with him, you had no idea he could move his tongue like that. He brought your clit into his mouth and sucked deeply and you moved harder against him. One of his hand left your body and you could hear his unbuckling his pants. “Y-you can touch yourself, but you can’t cum!” He groaned at your stuttered words and you could hear the slick sound of him jerking his precum against his length as he sucked your clit harder.

Your hips bucked faster against his face, the intense sucking on your clit almost to much. “So fucking close Michael, make me cum!” His other hand reached up to your pussy and he thrust 2 fingers into, the wet noises from you combining with his own almost throwing you over the edge as you grinded more fiercely on him. The slight curl to his fingers and the way he groaned and gently closed his teeth around your clit had you screaming his name and bucking wildly against him, pussy clenching and gushing around his fingers. He yanked his fingers out and continued to lick at your hole softly as your rode out your orgasm.

With wobbly legs, you moved to sit next to one side of his head, shivering as the cold air touched your soaked center and you watched with lazily blinking eyes as his hand continued to stoke his dick slowly. Your eyes met his and he raised two questioning brows at you, a desperate gleam in his eyes. “Okay, what about me?”

You laugh before stretching and forcing your now heavy body off the couch. “And what about you?” you hear him groan and mumble under his breath as you walk away and you throw over your shoulder, “you’re not forgiven yet.”

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As always, thank you for proofreading bestie @chandlersbinged I hope yall like this filth. Alright, if I owe ya a request, I’m working on it BELIEVE IT :D

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