#m’baku x plussize!reader

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Warm Colors: Chapter 6

SugarDaddy!M’Baku x Oshun(reader)

Summary: M’Baku has a future-determining meeting whilst Oshun reveals secrets to a friend.

Words: 2800+

Warnings: None

A/N: YERRRRRRRRR! Hi, lol thanks for reading!

Translations: irhamncwa (monster), inkosikazi (wife), umntakwethu (brother)

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Chapter 6: 

Jabariland

A familiar icy wind brushed against M’Baku’s arms as he trekked to his throne room for a meeting with the Jabari council; Lady Ifechi and Akunna; heads of two of the Jabari’s eldest families. This meeting was one that had weighed heavy on his mind. When he first met you, he never had any intentions to let it draw out this far; to allow your courtship to gain meaning. Yet, as time wore on, he found that when he left you behind in the Americas, he had left a piece of himself with you. To feel as if something was missing in his homeland was a foreign notion. He chided himself at the idea of it, a sense of betrayal to his people creeping up his back. But there was no shaking this warmth that you had stirred within him. You had done what countless women had failed to achieve in the past. Capturing the Great Gorilla’s heart and mind was a feat that you accomplished gracefully. Now, he had to approach the council with this fact. 

Hanging birch logs illuminated by lights greeted M’Baku as he entered the throne room. Jabari warriors nodded their heads toward him as he passed. He sunk down into his masterfully crafted throne and assumed his usual widened position. M’Bele, one of his most trusted friends, soon took his place beside him as the council funneled into the room. 

“Thank you all for meeting on such short notice. I have made a decision regarding Ochuko’s treason and treachery. Banishment seems a worthy punishment,” M’Baku declared.

“You would let this irhamncwa live after he injured one of our people and attempted to kill many others in your absence?” Lady Ifechi had been beside herself ever since M’Baku formed an alliance with King T’Challa. She didn’t approve of the time he spent away from Jabariland as an ambassador for a king who only ‘welcomed the Jabari in when they needed our help’ she’d said. 

“I will not send him to the ancestors before his time. It is their decision when he has served his purpose on this plane. Akunna?”

“Though trying as it might have been to witness a betrayal on our own land,” Akunna uttered, shutting his eyes at the thought of what could have been. “Taking a Jabari life would not sit well with our people.” 

“So it is settled. Ochuko will live the remainder of his days past the borderlands of Wakanda. I have already spoken with the Border tribe leader and he will put him to work. In my future absences, M’Bele will step in as second in command,” M’Baku noted. 

Ifechi nodded in agreement knowing that she was outnumbered. When it came to the safety of his people, it was hard for anyone to speak against him. Though he was revered as their leader and chief, the council would always contribute to the finality of each decision; which only made him all the more apprehensive. Puffing out his chest, M’Baku gathered himself in preparation.

“Before we end, I have a proposition of sorts. I have spent too long guiding our people with no one by my side. I would like to take on an inkosikazi.” 

“Lord M’Baku, what a wonderful sentiment. Our people need a chieftess and now is the perfect time to do it. To produce heirs to lead the Jabari. Glory to Hanuman.” Lady Ifechi waxed poetically, as she had been waiting for him to bring this up for quite some time. Though never to his face, she never failed to ‘mention’ M’Baku’s need for a wife and that he wasn’t getting any younger.

“Glory to Hanuman,” the room erupted.

“One of our fisherman’s daughters, Imani, is of age. She would make a great chieftess,” Akunna informed the council. 

“I’m sure Imani is beautiful but I’ve already found someone. While I’ve been away, I have been courting a black American woman and I wish to take her as my wife.” 

M’Baku watched as the smiles dropped around him. His brows furrowed as he watched Ifechi and Akunna's faces contort with disapproval. 

“I’m sorry but I must vote against this request. Black Americans have brought no good to this country. Look what happened when they let a child without a tribe sit on the throne in the Golden City,” Lady Ifechi reproached. 

“Council, if I may, Lord M’Baku has given so much to us as a people. He has always had our best interest at hand. He has led us in battle and in life. M’Baku sacrificed his pride so that he could provide for our people. I beg’o, when will enough be enough? How much more will you have him sacrifice?” 

M’Bele’s query to the council was met with silence. Rarely did he talk out of turn but he knew what needed to be said at this moment. M’Baku quietly thanked him for his words and returned his attention to his council. Tightening his fingers around his staff, he watched Ifechi and Akunna gather their answers. 

“We cannot allow it. We must learn from the Golden Tribe’s mistakes. The border tribe has still yet to recover their forces. The general’s own husband taking up a sword against her over a black American with no past and no future. Is this what you wish for our people?” Akunna’s question echoed in the room and M’Baku sat defeated. How could the council ask him to choose between his heart and his people? He simply grunted in response and the council took it as his answer. They knew what kind of leader he was. His people would always come first, even if it meant sacrificing his happiness. 

“It is resolved. If you want a good wife and a chieftess for our people, we will find one here. One of our own,” Lady Ifechi says before leaving the throne room, with Akunna in tow. 

Disappointment swelled in M’Baku’s chest. This answer was the one he expected but not the one he hoped for. The Jabari had come so far in their joining of the other tribes. He himself sat on the elder council in The Golden City and provided efforts to ensure the future of all the tribes represented there. And yet it was not enough for some Jabari. Just as he had refused the need for technological advancements in the past, some of his people hesitated in walking into this new future of acceptance. His council included. 

M’Baku rose from his throne and rolled his shoulders back, trying to elude the building grief within him. He turned to face M’Bele and placed his hand on the warrior’s armored shoulder. 

“I will be gone for a week, please ensure that no mischief arises. Though you are in command, try not to imbibe on the job,” he joked half-heartedly. M’Bele chuckled but saw through his friend’s need to lighten the unfortunate situation. 

“My comfort for you, umntakwethu. I know you care for this woman deeply.” M’Bele bowed his head in shared sadness and M’Baku patted his shoulder once more.

“Unfortunately, it is much more than that. I thank you for your words of comfort, my friend. I must go prepare for my trip.” 

The Ritz Carlton, Los Angeles

Megan was rolling pieces of prosciutto for the charcuterie board while you and her chatted. You groaned, standing on your toes to grab three wine glasses from the cabinet. You, Megan, and Shellee had planned a girls' night to catch up but Shellee was late as usual. Being an entrepreneur with singular control over 3 luxury nail salon locations couldn’t be easy and you knew that. But you couldn’t ignore that it was taking a toll on your friendship with her. Check-ins were sparse even during your two-month ‘break’ from sugaring. And in the times that she did call, she was hard to talk to. She was overly critical about your choices in life and was iffy at best when it came to pursuing art. Your situation had afforded you all this freedom and Shelle was always busy. You simply chalked it up to being a product of adulthood and tried not to dwell on it too much. 

“So when’s M’Baku coming back? Is everything alright between y’all?” 

“Things are good. We revised our contract. He’s coming back tomorrow night and then we’re leaving for a week,” you answered, walking over to the living room and placing the glasses next to a bottle of Veuve Clicquot. 

“Not you getting flewed out right after punishment sex. Where’s sugar daddy taking you this time?”

You smiled as the butterflies in your tummy stirred at the thought of going away with M’Baku again. It had been a while and you couldn’t wait to make up for the lost time. Megan watched as you melted and you both erupted in giggles. 

“I’m not really sure, Meg,” you beamed, placing a few pillows on the floor, “when we first made our little agreement, he asked me to make a list of places I wanted to visit. He just chooses from there.” 

“That’s cute as hell. He must really like you, O.” Shrugging your shoulders, you helped her bring the food over to the coffee table. 

“I don’t know about alladat. He’s just fulfilling his end of the deal.” 

“Oh please,” Megan dismissed your minimization. “It’s giving Pretty Woman.” 

A knock at the door interrupted you and Megan’s gushing session. Standing, you pulled your pajama shirt down and sighed. 

“Okay, don’t mention you know who when she comes in. You already know what she be on,” you warned before heading to open the door. 

2 Hours and a Few Drinks Later

Shellee had brought a few pre-rolls to relax with you and Meg and it didn’t take long for the stress of the day to escape her. All three of you ate, laughed, and drank. And for a moment, through the haze of smoke and champagne bubbles, it felt like old times. 

You leaned your back against the newly clean couch and gave into the heaviness of your eyelids. Flashbacks of why the sofa needed to be cleaned came with each blink. His hands squeezing and kneading your hips and thighs; the gushing noises your body made every time he stroked in and out of you; his deep, rough voice singing your praises in your ear. Both your mind and your body ached for him. Getting lost in your thoughts was far too easy when it came to him.

“It’s so nice to finally be with y’all. This place is gorgeous, Oshun,” Shellee complimented, raising her glass to you. Her compliment drove you back to the present and you clasped your legs together in an attempt to distinguish the fire M’Baku continued to set even in his absence.

“It really is gorgeous, which is why I’ve been meaning to ask; can I use your loft while you’re gone?” Both you and Shellee looked at Megan in confusion. 

“Meg, you have a whole ass apartment and a man,” you chuckled, “why you wanna stay here?”

“Wait, you’re leaving somewhere, O?” 

“Her man is taking her on a trip, she won’t know where till tomorrow,” Megan spilled before taking another puff of the indica pre-roll. You hit her stomach and Megan coughed wildly, realizing what she had just said.  

“You have a whole boyfriend, and you didn’t tell me,” Shellee questioned. Both you and Megan looked at each other and back at Shellee. 

“Not exactly. It’s more of a situationship.” 

“A situationship and he’s flying you out places? Nah, be fucking foreal. You got this new loft, and new clothes, you handed me silk pajamas when I walked in. What is going on, O?” You sat with Shellee’s inquiry for a moment to gather your thoughts and took a long drag from your blunt. If she really wanted to know, you’d tell her.

“You remember when Meg and I went to DC like 5 months ago? I met someone that weekend and we hit it off. But he doesn’t have the freedom to have a normal relationship so we made a sugaring contract that works for both of us and-,” you were cut off by the sound of Shellee chuckling. Your face dropped and you rolled your eyes at her. 

“Why are you laughing, Shellee? You asked her to tell you,” Megan said, coming to your defense. 

“I’m sorry, I just... I thought you were smarter than this, O?”

“Smarter than what? You always so damn judgemental,” you scoffed.

“Oshun, what do you know about this man, really? What does he do for work? Where does he live full-time? Who is he around when you’re not with him?” You leaned back into your pillows, looking down into your glass. You couldn’t answer any of her questions. 

“You don’t even know anything about him. You can’t honestly think that this is going to last. I hope you’re at least saving whatever allowance he’s giving you. Maybe then you can actually do something with your life instead of scribbling and being some man’s pet.” Her words shot through you and blinked wildly at her. 

“Oh, so I’m a pet now? This is exactly why I don’t be telling you shit. Excuse me if I don’t have my master's in business or manage multiple locations. Not everyone wants to live your #girlboss life, damn,” you shut your eyes and took a deep breath, trying your best to keep calm. 

“And what, being easily expendable is better? This can’t be all that you really want, O. What do YOU want?” 

“I want him! I want to paint and fuck and be happy with him and be able to breathe in this claustrophobic, capitalistic, bullshit-ass country. Is that so bad,” you yelled back, tears threatening to roll down your cheeks. Shellee immediately regretted her words as soon as she saw you cry. She knew she could be harsh but seeing you visibly hurt was eye-opening. 

“Shells, let’s just table it for now,” Megan muttered while rubbing your shoulders and telling you to take a couple of deep breaths. 

All the previous comfort had been sucked out of the room like a vacuum. What started out as a relaxing girls' night quickly went left and Shellee knew she had caused this. It wouldn’t be the first time her words had brought down the vibe. You thought you’d be used to it by now. But seeing your position with M’Baku through Shellee’s perspective took her over the edge. It was too much for you to bear. 

“Listen, I just want more for her. I’ve sugared in the past, I know how this ends. He got me through undergrad and right as I began to fall in love with him, I found out he had a whole wife and kids. He supported me for 3 and a half years and fell for him like a fool. Not realizing I was just the hired help,” Shellee sighed. She tucked a loose loc behind her ear and wiped a sole tear from her cheek. 

“I know I can’t stop you from making your own decisions. And I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come at you like that. But just be careful. Try not to fall in love just because he’s showering you with lofts and trips. He could take it away at any time.” 

“Too late,” you chimed. 

“M’Baku wouldn’t do that, Shells. I’ve seen the way he looks at O. It’s not just a contract like they say it is. Even if it took til now for Oshun to admit it.” Megan had pointed out your lackluster confession and you groaned in despair. 

“So everybody knows about this M’Baku except for me? The fuck is-” You and Megan’s pointed glares made her stop talking and she put her hands up in defeat. Shellee would just have to meet M’Baku at a later date. She grabbed your free hand and rubbed her thumb across your knuckles. 

“I love you, O. And if this is what you want, I’ll support you. Regardless of the outcome, I’ll be here,” Shellee said before placing a kiss on your cheek. You silently thanked her and leaned into your two friend’s embrace. 

“So can I show Shellee the painting that you did of M’Baku? He really is fine as hell, you gotta let me show her.” Megan’s request disrupted your group hug and shook your head in disapproval, chuckling.

“Oh my god, Meg. Be serious for once!”

“Nah, if he’s as fine as she says he is, I’ma need to see. To the painting!” Shellee and Megan ‘wooed’ as they left your embrace to go to your painting room. You shook your head and laughed at your friends’ antics. A chime drew your attention to the phone sitting in your lap. Unlocking your phone, you saw a new text from M’Baku.

I cannot wait to see you tomorrow. Time away from you is never easy - M

I can’t wait to see you either. - O

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I Would Like To See It

Erik ‘Dadmonger’ Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

Another mini #supersizedfic. So I seen this video on twitter and instantly thought of our little princess. Hopefully you enjoy!

The members of the Wakandan council sat in their self assigned seats, looking to the King as he spoke on the events of the upcoming week. T’Challa spoke in his usual monotone ‘meeting’ voice. His hands moved with every few words as he sat at the head of the table. On the other hand, Erik sat across from him at the opposite end of the table. His usual laid back demeanor on display as he half-listened to his cousin.

Every once in a while he shifted slightly in his seat so he wouldn’t lose focus, smoothing his shirt. It helped the meeting pass somewhat, but not as much as the texts he snuck to you when he thought no one was paying attention to him. One of the tribe leaders spoke to T’Challa as Erik felt his African printed Apple Watch vibrate. Which he preferred to keep on his right wrist, opposite of his kimoyo beads.

He couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips as he thought of you. The image of you dancing around the kitchen as you fixed breakfast with a happy Amari on your hip this morning still fresh on his mind. Your matching yellow sundresses and sandals were the cutest to him, earning a photo for him to set as his new wallpaper. He’d made sure to get a dance for himself with you both before he’d left.

Tapping the small device, it’s screen came to life and he seen the notification was from you. He gave his cousin a final glance before looking to the video. With an AirPod in his ear, he lowered the volume a little in case it was too loud. Amari was the first sound that greeted him.

His little princess laid in her playpen, looking up to the camera. Relaxing on the soft white furs of a baby shower gift from M’Baku, Amari focused on what he assumes was you behind the camera. Though when the bottle came into view, he had to force down a chuckle. Baby girl loved her bottle. Her legs got to kicking and her arms flapped, a smile on her lips as she giggled and cooed.

Calming down when you’d moved it away from her, she instantly began her happy dance again when you brought the bottle back to her. Another trait she’d gotten from you, just as silly. Amari tried her best at words, reaching for the bottle happily. He was for sure smiling from ear to ear, and it was instantly confirmed by his cousin.

“I hope whatever you’re smiling at is an addition to this meeting, Erik.” T’Challa’s voice pulled Erik’s eyes from his watch. Gathering the eyes of the council as well. His aunt gave him an eyebrow raise as they awaited his answer.

Erik calmed the smile on his lips a bit, chuckling as he nodded to the device. “It’s a video of Amari, actually. If you wanna see it.”

Queen Mother, as well as Okoye, leaned forward a bit with interest. She gave a big smile to her nephew at the sound of her little princess’ name. “Actually, I would like to see it.” Followed with a very low ‘I second that’ from Okoye. T’Challa gave a soft look of shock at his mother, allowing her to give his hand a soft pat of dismiss. “Eh. It’ll only take a moment, my son.. Erik, put it up for us to watch sweetie.”

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[mermaidchansons]

🗣I’M BAAAAAACK

Hi lol what’s it been, 3 years? The pandemic did a number on me and my will to write but I would always revisit this story, wishing I could write more. Now, thanks to inspiration from Wakanda Forever and SZA’s new album, I have written more. I’ll be posting Chapter 5 of Warm Colors next Friday 12/23. Check the playlist here.

I know this taglist is old, so if you don’t want to be tagged anymore or you have no fucking clue what I’m talking about, please let me know. And for those that are still interested, MY BABIES😭🤎🥺 thanks for sticking around.

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[mermaidchansons]

Not posting Chapter 8 til tomorrow night, y’all. Spotify isn’t passing the vibe check.

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[mermaidchansons]

Warm Colors: Chapter 7

SugarDaddy!M'Baku x Oshun(reader)

Summary: M’Baku takes you on a 2-week excursion to St. Lucia and feelings boil over.

Words: 4600+

Warnings: Smut, fluff, angst 18+ only

Author’s Note: Sorry, I know it’s a long one. Let me know what you think!

Suggested Listening: Something Different by Adekunle Gold, Can’t Anymore by Shenseea, Indélébile by Yseult

Translations: uthixokazi wam, uyamangalisa (my goddess, you’re amazing), sthandwa (my love), umntu (person), iyinto yam yonke (you are my everything), ukukhanya kobomi bam (light of my life)

Chapter 7

The Ritz Carlton, Los Angeles

M’Baku walked into the loft silently and placed his bag down by the door. The setting sun peered through the curtains on the windows and illuminated the dim room. His eyes closed and he let out a long sigh. This weight of emotion he had been carrying finally rolled off his shoulders as he opened his eyes and took in the surroundings of his second home. After a harrowing time in Jabariland, he only sought your comfort. On the flight over, he found himself anxious to get to you. Wanting, needing to have you in his arms; to hear the melodic tone of your voice as you speak. Finding solace in your being was something he had become accustomed to. But now, it was all he craved. It seemed that being away from you for even a day was too much after the two months he spent trying to instill a sense of security in his people after the coup. He wanted so desperately to make up for the lost time between you, but that was a power M’Baku knew he could never possess. 

The kitchen and living room were empty but he knew exactly where you’d be at this time. If there was one thing he had learned over the past six months he had known you, it was that you rose with the sun. And surely he’d find you behind a canvas as you always were. M’Baku followed the sounds of soft music dancing through the air and stopped just short of the source. He rested his towering frame against the doorframe of your art room when he saw you working, still in your pajamas. Not wanting to be a distraction, he watched you for a moment as you moved your hand up and down the canvas in a circular motion. Fragments of gold flew away with each movement; streaks of sunlight catching each piece and reflecting its light onto the walls. The cowrie shells in your braids clicked and clacked against one another as they sway across your back; this moment in time was one that he would cherish till the end of his days.

“Uthixokazi wam, uyamangalisa.” 

You looked over your shoulder to see the gentle giant smiling at you, his cute little gap on display. Rubbing your hands together to rid them of the excess gold flakes, you stood up and walked over to hug his waist. 

“I missed you,” you muttered into his chest. He rubbed your back and chuckled.

“I told you I’d return in a day's time, sthandwa. Show me what you’ve made.” 

Leading him by his hand, you positioned him in front of the canvas resting on your easel. A twilight-skinned woman with stars for freckles held her palms together over her chest and golden adornments sat upon her chest and wrists; a golden halo surrounded her. It was your first commission and it felt so good to finally be done with it. You watched as M’Baku’s hand traced the edges of the painting slowly. 

“You’re torturing me, Emby. Tell me what you think.”

“I think..,” M’Baku trailed off. “I think I must have it.”

“What? No, this is a commission that someone paid for! You can’t just have it,” you chuckled as his face turned from wonder to annoyance. 

“Nonsense. How much did this umntu pay you? I have $10,000 American dollars in my bag, surely that will be suitable!” You couldn’t help the bubbling laughter that was spilling out of you. You were aware that M’Baku was as serious as could be but his face when you told him ‘no’ was priceless. Giggles echoed through the room and you could tell he was taking none of your shit. 

“I can’t, daddy. But I will make a painting just for you. Wait, why do you have so much cash on your person?” The question came out as a shout and he shook his head at you, waving off your concerns.

“We have a flight soon. Are you packed?”

“Yes, my bags are on the bed,” you noted, picking up a drop sheet, “Can I ask where we’re going?”  

“Of course. We are going to St. Lucia for two weeks,” he smiled, holding the other end of the drop sheet and helping you cover your masterpiece. He laughed when your face lit up at the mention of the destination. Your excitement always pleased him.

“Two whole weeks? Someone must miss me.” 

“I don’t know what you speak of, Oshun.” He shrugged his shoulders and you chuckled, lightly hitting his thick abdomen. 

“You play too much.”

“Come. Knowing you, you most likely ran to this room at first light rather than having any sustenance. I will make us something to carry us through the journey,” he muttered, shaking his head in disapproval. 

“You’re always trying to feed me. ‘Baku, you don’t have to-”

“Hush. Let me care for you.” M’Baku’s hands squeezed your shoulders gently and he leaned down to press a kiss onto your temple. You could only smile as words left your mind and you followed him to the kitchen. 

Kalinago Beach, St. Lucia, Caribbean

The island was lush with mountainous greenery and the sweet sounds of technicolored birds speaking to each other in the trees. It was the most beautiful place you had seen and also the hottest. The sweltering heat made you thankful for the protective style you asked Meg to put in last week. But the view of the Kalinago Beach resort made you forget the heat as you walked hand in hand with M’Baku. The resort was nestled between the two towering dormant volcanoes and had clear, crystal-blue waves crashing upon the private beach. 

This resort had been at the top of your list for a long time. It was the only resort in St. Lucia that was owned by descendants of the slaves that worked on the sugar plantation that stood here years ago. When you first told M’Baku you wanted to go there, you made it known that you only wanted him to spend money at Black Saint Lucian-owned places. St. Lucia’s history was tainted with France’s colonial bullshit, but you still wanted to see it. You were eager to see everything the island had to offer. Where would you go first? Embark on the Chocolate Heritage Tour? Experience the Diamond Falls? Maybe visit the bird sanctuary? You couldn’t make up your mind but before you could do anything, you’d need to rid yourself of your luggage. 

Once you stepped onto the checkered floor of the lobby, M’Baku instructed you to sit whilst he checked in. You sat under a palm leaf-shaped fan and your eyes wandered until you caught sight of a gift shop in the corner. The trinkets and oddities that filled the windows piqued your interest and yet, you did not leave your seat. After all, he did tell you to rest. 

“I’m so sorry, sir. Your room isn’t ready yet. We weren’t expecting you for another hour or so.” 

“Hmm, are there no other rooms available?” 

The woman’s thick accent was all you knew of her as M’Baku’s height was blocking any view of her. You shifted in your seat and fully turned your body to peek into the shop. A film camera sat in the window and felt that familiar tingle of inspiration calling you to it. It was a new medium but you’d welcome the challenge. You turned back to see that M’Baku was still preoccupied.

“We have a couple of beach bungalows available but they are expensi-” 

“Money is no object. How quickly can you have our things moved there?” You shook your head in amusement at M’Baku’s antics with the check-in clerk. How he came into such money was a question that never left your mind, but you wouldn’t dare ask him. Why ruin a good thing?

You stood from your seat and as your curiosity got the best of you, you waltzed over into the gift shop. Name keychains, sunglasses, and chocolate bars filled the stands of the shop. But only one vintage camera sat on the checkout stand. Making quick about asking your questions, you decided to purchase it. There were so many ideas you wanted to fulfill through the lens of this camera and you couldn’t wait to use up all of the film the gift shop could sell you. Just as you began to pull out your card to pay, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Your whole body froze up when you heard his voice. 

“I was just paying for-”

“Paying for what,” M’Baku grunted, pulling cash out of his pocket, “I will not have it. Surely you know better than that.” 

He handed the clerk the money and squeezed your hips and belly, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You rolled your eyes playfully but relished in his touch. 

“Newlyweds? We get a lot of them here,” the clerk cleared his throat, securing the camera in wrapping paper before putting it in the bag. 

“Something like that,” M’Baku answered, smiling down at you as he grabbed the bag. You couldn’t help the grin at his infectious smile. 

The Beach Bungalow

This is luxury. That was all you could think of while the ‘lifestyle assistant’, Georgie, assigned to your bungalow guided you and M’Baku to your home for the next two weeks. The walkway was shaded by towering greenery with peaks of light and small glimpses of the pitons peeking through. The bungalow was slightly secluded and right on the beach, with a wading pool on the side and a sitting patio around back. The hushed tones of the crashing waves could be heard from your front door and you wondered how you would be able to leave once your baecation was over. 

“Here are your door keys. Should you need anything at all, please do not hesitate to contact me. You can reach me from the bungalow’s iPad.” You whispered a thank you and walked into the living room while M’Baku helped bring in the luggage.

You placed your sandals in the corner of the foyer and set off to explore your new digs. The dark wooden floors were cool beneath your feet and set a stark contrast to the white walls of the residence. The same palm leaf fans from the lobby made an appearance in the living room and hall. Pictures of modern art lined the walls. The decor was simple but beautiful. 

Once you opened the door to the primary bedroom, you found it littered with gifts. Christian Louboutin boxes on the floor and the easily recognizable blue coloring of the Tiffany boxes on the bed. Stunned, you walked over and swiped your hand over the bows, feeling the ribbons against your palm. A pop of red caught your eye and you turned to see giant bouquets of red roses on the dresser. You stood in awe, holding your hands to your cheeks. You had never seen so many gifts at once. Thoughts of whether or not you deserved all these gifts flashed in your mind and you shooed them away, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Doubt would not get the best of you now. You wanted to savor this moment of pure bliss. 

“That look on your face is one I will keep with me for my darkest days,” M’Baku cooed, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

“Emby, there’s so much. Why all the gifts?” 

“I just wanted to show you how much you mean to me, enhle. But if you don’t want the gifts…” He trailed off, chuckling at the look on your face.

“You know I want them!” 

“Then open one so that I can put this old tech to good use.” 

You shook your head at him as he unwrapped your film camera. You chose a large Tiffany gift bag and flung the tissue paper out of the way. Underneath all the wrapping sat a pink leather crossbody bag with a heart pendant. ‘Please Return To Tiffany & Co. New York’ was written on the front and a silver chain hung below it. Your eyes widened at the sight of it and you heard a click of the camera. 

“Open another one!” 

You and M’Baku had spent an entire week exploring the island. He had created an all-encompassing itinerary full of adventurous activities that absolutely wore you out. Just today, you toured a reclaimed chocolate plantation and saw the most majestic waterfalls. You got into the water at your own pace as you had yet to learn how to even doggy-paddle. But M’Baku was slowly teaching you to swim and though you were a difficult student, he insisted to help you overcome the feat and finally learn. And who were you to say no? You loved being in his strong, burly arms and would jump at the chance to be in them once again. 

With every outing came the heat of the island. And the heat always resulted in M’Baku shedding layers to keep cool in the sun. It took everything in you to not want to run your hands up and down his sweat-glistened chest on your hike this morning. Or when you visited the cacao factory and watched him rip open a cacao pod with his bare hands, his biceps flexing and catching the attention of other women on the tour. Audible gasps sounded as another group thirsted over him, but you couldn’t care less. The lewd sounds he made when he sucked the flesh off of the seeds made your insides writhe and you swore that you could have creamed your shorts right then and there. But M’Baku, being the ever-observant man he was, immediately saw your body language and knew where your mind was; your thighs clasped together, biting your bottom lip and wringing out your hands. He knew exactly what was going on in that pretty little head of yours and had lectured you about ‘undressing him with your eyes’. Being a good sugar baby, you listened and nodded your head in agreeance. Yet, that didn’t stop you from ogling his 6’5 frame for the rest of the afternoon; hell, most of the photos you had taken on your new film camera were of him. Or of you on top of him.

That night, you and M’Baku had dinner plans at a Saint Lucian restaurant called Montie’s. The beautiful eatery sat on the beach covered with palm fronds. When you walked up, a live band was performing on the open-air deck. The sounds of steel drums and rich tones of singing swam through the tables of people and your body couldn’t help but dance to the beat as the two of you walked hand in hand to your table. He pulled out your chair before taking his own and ordered drinks for the table. You clapped along with the rest of the patrons once the band finished their song and the waiter left to grab your refreshments. Turning your attention back to M’Baku, you caught him staring at you. Your face started to heat up under his gaze and you looked down at your hands, smiling. 

“What are you staring at ‘Baku?”

“I’m simply admiring the beauty on this island, thixokazi wam. Are you enjoying our time here?” 

You nodded, sighing in contentment. He pulled a red Cartier box out of his pocket and placed it on the table. 

“I have also enjoyed my time with you, Oshun,” he said, sliding the box to you, “you have truly filled my days with joy. Please, open it.”

Opening the box with slightly shaky hands, you found a small gold cowrie shell on a thin chain. The shells that were in your hair. You gently lifted it and watched it turn and shine in the light as it dangled. M’Baku stood from his seat to come behind you. After handing him the necklace, you lifted your hair to aid his view and he placed the chain around your neck; securing the clasp. His hands lingered at the nape of your neck before returning your shell-adorned braids to their original resting place. Your hand shot to your chest and felt the cold metal shell that had made its new home there. Now it was your turn to stare at him in wonderment as he returned to his seat. 

His smile lit up the room and for a moment, you felt as if the two of you were the only people in the world. The lights were bright but nothing could shine as he did. You had met M’Baku during your search for inspiration and understanding. But you had found so much more. He had become your muse in such a short span of time and in some ways, you became his. Somehow, this man sitting before you, that you barely knew, had stolen your heart; and you could only wonder if you had stolen his in return. Was his tenderness and affection a ploy of the contract that now guided your life? Or could it be something more? You desperately wanted it to be something more and prayed to someone, anyone, that Shellee wasn’t right. It wasn’t the trips, the gifts, or the allowance that kept you in his grasp. It was him. And as M’Baku sat there, smugly smiling, knowing he had you; you wanted him too. 

The waiter placing your chocolate martini in front of you brought you back to the present. Releasing a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you wiped the singular tear that hadn’t noticed fall. 

“Did you not like it? Are you alright,” M’Baku questioned with worry overtaking his face. Leaning forward, you held his hand from across the table.

“No, I love it. I’m more than alright. This is- everything is perfect.” 

After showering, all M’Baku mentioned was that all he wanted to do was rest after dinner. But you had other things in mind. 

You laid on the couch in your sleep dress with your head on M’Baku’s lap while he got lost in a book. Brown Sugar played on the tv but you found it hard to pay attention to the movie. His hand was rubbing your belly incessantly as he delved more into his story and you could only think about his hand being somewhere else. Shifting underneath his hand, you watched to see if he would somehow read your mind and do as you pleased. And still, his attention stayed on his book. With a small sigh, you decided to take matters into your own hands. Pulling his hand away from your stomach, you placed it on your chest, peering up at him to see how he’d respond. He offered you a quick glance before kneading your breast through the fabric. His book could not cover his smirk when he felt your nipple hard underneath his touch. But you needed more. 

You sat up with a huff and scooched back until you were seated in his lap. Pecking his lips, you trailed kisses down to his neck, softly biting and nipping at the sensitive area. A content hum left his lips as he continued to read, trying to ignore the uncomfortable strain against his pants as he hardened beneath you. Not letting up from his neck, you moved his free hand underneath your dress and pressed his hand onto your pussy. Desperation overtook your movements as you quickly spread your lips. He felt how wet you were and quickly moved his digits around your clit. 

“You just won’t leave me be will you?” M’Baku chuckled as you moaned ‘no’ and placed his book down. He held you close to his chest and you rested your cheek against his. 

“I know exactly what you need, sthandwa.”

He shoved three fingers into your soaking entrance and covered your moans with his lips. His kiss was intoxicating and you slid your tongue across his bottom lip, begging for him to grant you access. Pumping his fingers in and out of you, he pressed his thumb against your clit and you threw your head back in ecstasy. The action threw your body into hyper drive and you could feel your stomach tightening; steadily building a climax...

“Fuuuuuck, ‘Baku, please,” you whimpered. You were practically begging for release as his fingers fucked you dumb. The only thing that existed in your brain at this moment was the man beneath you, whispering praises into your ear. 

“Iyinto yam yonke. Ndiyakuthanda.” 

The more he spoke to you in his native tongue, the closer you were. His words felt like a spell he had cast to excise this vivacious coil tightening deep within you; to pleasure you beyond belief. And he was determined to help you release. 

He held you firmly as he felt your body seize up. One more stroke of his fingers and you were squirting into his hand. The build-up from all the exchanged lustful gazes and loving caresses of the trip was spilling out of you in waves. As your breathing slowed, you watched  M’Baku slide his fingers out of you and place them into his mouth, licking the taste of you off of his digits. The sight alone was enough to make you cum again and again.

“M’Baku,” you moaned, dragging out the last syllable in his name. He hooked his arm underneath your knees and stood, effortlessly carrying you as he walked towards the bedroom of the bungalow. 

“Keep moaning my name like that and we won’t leave this room for the rest of the week.” 

“I never get to see stars like this,” you whispered, leaning back into your patio chair; shimmering lights dancing across your vision. 

The sky was a black canvas and the stars were glittering against it like it was their last chance. M’Baku only hummed in accordance. He had been oddly quiet since you two had finished a third round in the primary room. It was out of character for him and you did your best to lighten the mood. 

“You talk to me in your mother tongue a lot. I can’t always remember the words but I remember some. What does ‘izo-kazi wam’ mean?”

M’Baku chuckled and you felt a tinge of embarrassment hearing the words come out of your mouth. You were sure you just butchered the hell out of whatever you just said.

“Thixokazi wam,” he corrected, moving his chair closer to yours, “means ‘my goddess’. And that is what you are to me, a goddess.” A blush made its way to your face and now you were even more curious.

“What about sthandwa, does it mean like baby or something?”

“It means ‘my love’.” He placed a hand on your thigh and squeezed it, sending a chill through your body.

“Okay, one more. On the couch earlier, you said something, I know this going to sound horrible. Uh, ndi-ya-ku-thanda?” 

M’Baku turned his whole body toward you and sat there with his mouth agape before closing and opening once more; had you butchered it that badly?

“It means ‘I love you’, Oshun.” 

Your heart skipped a couple of beats as it sounded loudly in your ears. Looking at the man next to you, you sat there in bewilderment. He took your hand into his and brought it up to his face, placing the sweetest kiss over your knuckles. Tears began to stream down your cheeks as you watched him intently. 

“M’Baku…” 

“Falling in love with you was the easiest thing I’ve ever done, sthandwa. I love you with all my being. Please, omncinci, please tell me you love me as well.” 

Standing from your chair you watched as he held his arms out to you, welcoming you in. You fell into him and took what felt like your first breath in months. The shoulder of his shirt was soon becoming soaked from your endless tears but you couldn’t help it. The light of your life just professed his love to you and was awaiting a response. 

“I love you too! I was so afraid to tell you,” you sighed into him. M’Baku rubbed large circles into your back, soothing your soft cries.

“Don’t ever be afraid to tell me how you feel. I want to know your thoughts, always.” 

You sat like that for a few minutes. Wrapped in the embrace of a man that had fallen in love with you, under the stars on an island that you could never have imagined you would be able to visit. 

“Wait, so what happens to the contract? It’s done, right? Are you moving in full-time?” Your excited questions were met with silence and you sat up to look at his face; to search for answers in his eyes when his mouth had yet to answer. 

“The contract would have to be in place for as long as you would have me. With my company, in my home country, I cannot commit to a relationship because of it. But, enhle, when I saw you for the first time I knew that I needed you in my life which is why I pursued the contract,” M’Baku trailed off, watching you stand from his lap. 

“But why does your company have anything to do with us? That doesn’t make sense, what aren’t you telling me,” you questioned in confusion. 

“This is all I can give. I could not… I cannot give you the loving relationship you desire. The one you deserve. It cannot be enough.” 

You held his large face in your hands and wiped away the tear that had escaped from his eye. 

“It will, I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine. Everything will be okay. We can just keep the contract.” Your words spilled out in nervous haste as the tears began to stream again. M’Baku brought his hands to hold yours. 

“Ukukhanya kobomi bam, how long will it be enough?” 

You couldn’t answer. You didn’t know how long this contract would be enough to satisfy you after the confession he’d just made. How could he expect you to respond? You could lie to yourself. But after looking into his eyes once more, you knew you couldn’t lie to him. 

“Do not rush yourself. We can speak more about this in the morning. Come.” 

The next morning, M’Baku stirred awake and felt around the bed for you, wanting to pull you in close and lull himself back to sleep. But when he couldn’t find you by touch, he opened his eyes to find an empty side of the bed. He sat up slowly, stretching his wide arms with a yawn. Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, he slipped on his shorts and got up to find you. 

After checking every inch of the bungalow, he looked out past the porch and saw you sitting near the soft waves of the beach. He walked over and sat down in the sand next to you silently, not wanting to disturb your thoughts. You immediately reached for his hand and he intertwined his large hand with yours. 

“I think you’re right,” you whisper with a quivering voice, “I think I deserve something more. I didn’t want you to be right.” 

Wrapping his arm around you, M’Baku pulled you closer, allowing you to cry into him. He recognized that this may be the last time he gets to hold you; there was so much he wanted to say, but he settled on silence. Words could not change the outcome. Not this time.

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Warm Colors: Chapter 8

SugarDaddy!M’Baku x Oshun(reader)

Summary: After leaving St. Lucia, Oshun stays at Megan's house to nurse her heartache; but a moment of weakness changes the tides. 

Words: 2400+

Warnings: A bit of smut, 18+ only

Author’s Note: After this chapter, there will only be two chapters left y’all! Thanks for reading this far!

Translations: sthandwa (my love), thixokazi wam (my goddess), ndiyakuthanda (i love you), omncinci (little one), ukukhanya kobomi bam (light of my life)

Recommended listening: Nobody Gets Me by SZA, BAD BOY by Yseult

Chapter 8

Megan’s Home, Pasadena

It had been weeks since you’d left your small haven on the white sands of the Saint Lucian beach. Your concept of time was shot in the wake of your grief and you weren’t sure of just how many weeks it had been. Maybe two and a half, but no more than 4. Once you arrived home, you saw the usual guards were no longer standing in their place and Zoya was nowhere to be seen. Would his things be gone? The emptiness had begun to set in and you couldn’t even bring yourself to open the door of the loft. The loft that he had paid for. And so, you rushed to the only place that was not yet tainted with heartache, Megan’s house. 

“You need to get up. You haven’t even eaten since yesterday, O.” 

You had gone to Megan’s to lean on her emotionally, but she was visibly more heartbroken than you were. With the dissolution of the contract between you and M’Baku came the end of Megan x Zoya. He couldn't stay behind to be with her and she knew that. But that knowledge didn’t stop her from wishing their time spent together was longer. Meg was carrying on with her sobbing and crying and you were just.. there. You didn’t want to cry or pout or talk about your feelings. You just wanted to push the fast-forward button on this series of feelings that were trying to bubble out of you and get to the point where you no longer missed M’Baku; a timeline where you weren’t in love with him anymore. 

Sitting up on the couch, you lazily held the remote and let it dangle between your fingers. You clicked through the channels aimlessly until you landed on HGTV. Satisfied with the show, you leaned back into the indent your body had made on the couch. Meg passed you on the sofa and stood in front of the tv. 

“Meg, I just found this channel. Move, please.”

“You need to get up. All you do all day is watch tv. I haven’t seen you sketch or paint anything since you got here. I know you and M’B-”

“Please don’t say his name.”

“Fine. I know you and him parted ways but you still need to be you. Maybe if we went back to the loft, you could get some painting done.” 

“I can’t. Artists block.” 

You shifted your weight on the couch and returned your attention to the interior design show on the tv. Megan sighed, leaving the room in a huff and returning with the jingle of her keys sounding in the room. 

“Let’s go. Now.” 

In the car, you stared out the window at the high rises as you entered downtown Los Angeles once again. A twinge in your chest signaled the incoming heartache but you ignored it. You weren’t allowing yourself to feel right now, and a silly little building would not be the cause of your first breakdown in weeks. 

“So.. How long do you get to stay in the loft?” 

“The rent is paid through the end of the year so I’ve some months,” you sighed and placed a hand on Megan’s thigh as she drove.

“I’m sorry about Zoya. I can’t help but feel like this is my fault.” 

She shook her head and placed her hand on top of yours, granting you a comforting squeeze. 

“Don’t do that. We knew the risks.”

A sad moment of silence passed before she returned her hand to the steering wheel. You looked through your phone, contemplating if you should delete his number.

“You gotta get a job now, huh? My job is looking for a project coordinator.”

“Actually, no. In our newer contract, there was a clause saying that money would be given to me if our thing ended.” 

“Well, that can’t possibly get you through the rest of the year. How much are we talking about?” 

“I don’t know, I didn’t read too much into it. Hold on.”

Megan pulled into the garage of the loft and parked in your assigned spot. You unbuckled yourself and then pulled up the contract on your phone. Leaning against her shoulder, you read aloud as she followed along.

“In the event of dissolution of this contract and relationship, a sum of money will be wired into Oshun Jones’ account in the amount of-”

“One hundred thousand dollars?!” 

You and Megan looked at each other in shock. Scrambling to open your banking app with shaky hands, you logged in and waited for the loading spinning wheel of death to reveal the amount. And there it was, $105,836.72. Your heartbeat in your chest pounded as memories of M’Baku’s solemn face watching you leave St. Lucia flooded your mind; his furrowed brow and the way he held onto your hand as you slipped away. When you leave, you take my heart with you, Oshun. I have no use for it now, he told you before your final embrace. He wanted to take care of you even before you knew he was in love with you. He wanted to care for you even in his absence, even after whatever was between you was no longer thriving. The familiar twinge of pain returned and you opened his contact ID once more, pressing the text icon. Your thumbs moved before you could think and suddenly, you had the need to feel. 

Jabariland, Wakanda

The hot springs of Jabariland held a sacred place in each warrior’s heart. The nature-made pools were hidden between the birch trees below the throne room, on the back of a mountain. The salt-laden warm water was thought to be blessed by Hanuman themself as a haven for worn muscles, wounds from war, and aching bones. After a grueling day of training new warriors, M’Baku slipped away from the snow-covered training arena in search of the only thing that could grant him solace. A good soak in these waters aided in healing most ailments. Perhaps even a broken heart. 

“I just need a moment.” 

He dismissed Zoya and M’Bele so he could have time to reflect privately. He laid his staff down before slipping off his sandals. Shrugging off his wooden armor and fur-lined adornments, he stripped down and took his time getting into the water. The initial sting of warmth against his skin caught his breath before he fully sat and relaxed in the water. But his mind refused to quiet his thoughts and join his body in relaxation. Too many things were going through his mind. Ifechi’s constant suggestions for wives. Training younglings to fight. Requests from villagers. The love of his life leaving him behind. 

No, he gave you that choice. He would only keep you if he could offer what you needed. You deserved more and he was aware of that. He sacrificed his pride and let you choose for both of you. And he would spend the rest of his days trying to convince himself that this decision was best for everyone.

“Lord M’Baku, there’s been-”

“Did I not ask you to give me a moment? What is so urgent that you must interrupt my quiet,” M’Baku asked, cutting off M’Bele’s message.

“It is urgent, brother.” 

M’Bele handed him a small phone with the text screen lit up. He’d only used this tech to contact you and had set it aside once he returned to Jabariland, thinking he wouldn’t need it again. Yet, in one glance at the screen, M’Baku had almost leaped out of the water; all the pain from training was forgotten in an instant. He swiftly collected his armor and began his trek back to his bed chambers, grunting instructions to M’Bele about securing a transport. 

I need you - O

The Ritz Carlton, Los Angeles

The next night, you paced in the foyer of the loft, wringing out your hands repeatedly. Now that you had a reply, you were regretting sending that text. A singular moment of weakness was threatening to break down all the walls you had built over the last few weeks. I need you. What did you need? Did you need attention or affection? The feeling of him filling you up as only he could? That’s it, you thought, I just need one last fuck and I can forget everything. 

A knock sounded at the door and you took a deep breath before opening the door. There he was. The one man that had caused all of your happiness and anguish in the memories that you wrestled with nightly. Before he even had the chance to speak, you pulled him down by his collar and crashed your lips into him. The kiss was all-encompassing, it felt like you could breathe for the first time in days. His soft lips resting on yours were enough to clear your mind of all your previous worries.  Your body was pressed against his but you needed to be closer. As if M’Baku could sense your desires, he picked you up and cradled the plush of your thighs in his hands. You practically melted into him as he carried you to the bedroom. 

He sat on the bed with you straddling his thighs and you unbuttoned his shirt. He took his lips from yours and placed butterfly kisses and bites down your neck and across your chest. You bit your lip as he whispered praises in between his kisses. 

Such a good girl, sthandwa 

Thixokazi wam

How I’ve missed you

His words were tightening the coil beneath your tummy and it was getting to be too much. You placed his hand in your shorts where you needed it most and guided his fingers around your clit. Desperation took over as he sped up the strumming motion on your hardened bead and you rested your head on his shoulder trying to hold the incoming rush of arousal. You were almost embarrassed at how quickly he could undue you with just his words and his fingers. 

You’re close, my love, I can feel it

Be good for me

Ndiyakuthanda, Oshun

Like a dam bursting, your release quaked through you while you orgasmed. Satisfaction and relief should have washed over you as you came, but a sudden sadness broke through instead. Your moans turned into sobs as you collapsed your body weight onto him and cried into the crook of his neck. Everything you had been holding in since you left the island poured out of you as he held you in his arms. 

“I know, sthandwa, I know.” 

Once the sobs had subsided, you clung to him as you both sat in bed with your backs against the headboard. No one had said a word but he was still rubbing soft circles onto your lower back. The sadness loomed over you but you had no more tears to cry. 

“Oshun,” M’Baku cooed, “ are you still awake, omncinci?” 

You only nodded into his chest and felt the rise and fall against your cheek when he sighed. 

“I need to be honest with you. What do you know of Wakanda?” 

“The country? Not much, besides that one UN speech on the news. Is that where you’re from?”

“Yes. But I am not from the main part of the country where the king resides.” 

You straightened your body and sat up to look at him with confusion on your face.

“I don’t work for a company there. I am the leader and chief of the Jabari tribe. We have resided in the mountains of Wakanda since Bashenga discovered the great mound and I oversee the lives of about 400 of my people.”

He watched you go through the motions as you processed the information he had given you. There were so many questions you wanted to ask. 

“I’m sorry for deceiving you, uthando. I just needed to ensure the safety of my people.” 

“So you’re a whole king?” 

“If that’s what you’d like to call me.”

“If you hold this position of power, why can’t we be together?”

M’Baku shifted his position to face you completely and held your hands. You watched as he looked down and kissed the tops of your hands, holding his lips there for a moment. His momentary silence was worrying and no amount of kisses would make it better. 

“I have a council that advises me in making decisions for my people and they did not grant their blessing to us.”

“Well, maybe if you take me, I can talk to them. I could try to persuade them.” 

“They will not let me take a black American chieftess, let alone bring you to Jabarliland,” he said flatly. 

You were taken aback by the harshness of his words and you removed your hands from his. Anger and confusion started to boil in your chest and you got up from the bed. Holding your hands in a prayer formation, you glared at him as you gathered your thoughts. 

“Let me get this straight. Because I’m black but not Wakandan black, we can’t be together. I didn’t ask to be born here, M’Baku!”

“I know, Oshun, I-”

“Do you know? You’ve been surrounded by your people your entire life. You weren’t given fewer opportunities because of your dark skin and forced to assimilate in a country that doesn’t give a shit about you! Your ancestors weren’t enslaved and mutilated or taken against their will. And because I have the unfortunate circumstance of coming from that, I’m not enough for them? For you?” 

The tears had begun once and again and you rubbed your chest, trying to soothe yourself through this completely new wave of heartache. You turned to look out of the window as you could no longer bare to look at him. M’Baku made quick of coming to stand behind you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You grimaced at the weight of it all but brought your hands to his arms nonetheless. 

“Of course, you’re enough. You are more than enough. Sthandwa just give me some time, please,” M’Baku begged, his tone low so as not to frighten you. 

“I can’t. I can’t do this. This was a mistake, asking you to come.”

He held on to you tighter, pressing a kiss onto your temple. 

“Ukukhanya kobomi bam, do not shut me out.”

“Please, just go,” you cried, shutting your eyes tight. 

“I love you.”

His hold on you loosened and you held your breath as he rubbed your arms and kissed your head once more; you felt the cold set in once he was no longer touching you. With the front door closed, you sat on your bed and stared out the window, letting the time pass. 

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