#okottuma

[theemfingmenace]

Okoye: I'm married

Attuma:

[kovuren]

someone on his level to tangle with.

[theattoyeportalofmadness]

More BTS of the legendary Bridge fight. Happy One Year Annivasry 🥳🎆🎉

[pilesofpillows]

What An Experience

Attoye Kinktober | Day 1: Free Choice ~ Size Kink

Read it here on AO3

Warnings: Smut (18+), NSFW, Dirty Talk, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Size Kink, PWP

A/N: Happy Kinktober!! The stars really aligned with this one because it’s Sunday Smut Day and the first day of Kinktober all in one. Huge ass thank you to @umber-cinders for beta-reading and screaming at me 💕

Thanks again to @theattoyearchive for deciding to host this heathenous event... I look forward to every day of debauchery 😜

Attuma had always been big. Round as a child, long as an adolescent, broad as a man. It was his nature. He stood a head above most people, two above others. Hands, feet, arms, legs— no part of him was small.

His cock was no exception.

His youth had been filled with reticent partners, most balking at the sight of him and some refusing him outright. Years of clumsy fumblings and mediocre encounters gave him pause where penetration was concerned, and he’d quickly become well-versed in pleasuring his bedmates without it. Instead, Attuma used his fingers and tongue, lavishing his lovers with affection and taking himself in hand afterward.

He’d expected nothing different from Okoye.

The first time she took him to her bed, Attuma spent nearly an hour exploring every curve of her battle-hardened body. He laved his tongue over dark nipples, decorating the underside of heavy breasts with wet kisses and raining the same upon the raised dotted scars encircling her waist. He sank between her legs, spreading them wider to accommodate the broadness of his shoulders, and ravished her hips with sharp bites, then sucked the arousal from the soft skin of her inner thighs. Burying his tongue in her folds, Attuma feasted on her until she cried out. Large hands held her hips in place as he redoubled his efforts, his appetite for her matching the rest of him. He drank from her greedily until her cries became near screams, relenting only when she pushed his head away weakly, legs quivering from his tender attentions.

Attuma trailed his kisses to her knee while she recovered, and when she’d stopped shaking, Okoye gave him a breathless smile and bit her lip, beckoning him closer. She kissed him hard, tongue tangling with his to taste the remnants of herself, and he lost himself in the wet heat of her mouth. His lungs burned, but Attuma was too consumed with the feel of her to care. So consumed that he couldn’t stop her when she reached for his wex and palmed his length through the fabric. Their lips broke apart, both breathing gasps of surprise. Attuma winced, bracing himself for hesitation or rejection.

Instead, Okoye grinned.

“Shouldn’t have expected anything less,” she whispered with a chuckle, twisting her wrist under his garment until her palm met his flesh. “I think,” she said, hefting his thick member up, “I’m going to need to be on top, though.”

Attuma let out a sound between a growl and a groan as she fisted his cock with one hand and buried the other in his hair, pulling him into another fiery kiss. Delicate fingers swept over his weeping crown, and he hissed, tearing his lips from hers, hips jerking involuntarily.

Okoye smirked and released him, tugging on the knot holding his undergarment together. “Take this off for me?”

He obliged without thinking, earning himself another grin.

Attuma ducked his head to claim her lips again, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth and nibbling on ripened flesh. Okoye moaned and splayed her legs out, reaching for his length again. He released her lip with a soft pop as she began stroking him slowly, and his head fell to her shoulder as he tried to control himself. Chaac help him— her touch would be his undoing.

Attuma groaned her name as she repeated her earlier motions, then growled a curse when she stopped abruptly. His lover laughed and kissed his neck in consolation before bidding him to sit up, switching their positions. He maneuvered himself as she asked, shuffling backward until his back rested against her padded headboard. Okoye followed him fluidly, swinging her leg over his and settling astride him. He could feel the heat emanating from her center and twisted his hands in the sheets to keep from thrusting up into her. His mind spun in a haze, every thought and sense occupied by her as she ghosted kisses from his gills to his jaw and traced her tongue along the pulsing vein in his neck. She rocked her hips as their lips crashed together again, coating his crown with her arousal, and Attuma gave thanks and prayed for mercy in one silent breath against her mouth when she drew back. A sultry whisper in his ear asked if he was ready, and he could only answer with a confused hum before choking on a gasp as she notched the tip of his cock at her silken entrance and began her slow descent.

His hands flew to Okoye’s hips as she began to sink down onto him, bruising grip drawing a hiss from her lips. Exhaling sharply, Attuma eased his hold and ran his hands encouragingly over her sides, ruthlessly tamping down the carnal desire to shove the rest of himself inside her. She was warm and wet and clinging to him so damned tight; he was sure he would lose his mind. Then, as if she purposely sought to drive him to madness, the damned temptress started talking.

“Fuck… Attuma… Fuck.” Okoye was breathless, chest heaving as she panted. “I knew you’d be big but fuck,” she gasped, still sinking onto him oh so slowly. “Told myself to be careful, to go slo-oh.” Her words became a drawn-out moan as she lowered herself over the thickest portion of his cock. Her head was thrown back, face twisted in painful pleasure, and her nails dug grooves in his arms and shoulders. “Attu-mah.” His name was a broken epitaph on her lips as their hips met, and he was seated fully inside of her, doing everything he could not to come undone from the velvet heat encompassing every inch of him. “Bast… You’re so de-ep… Oh fuck. Ah-tuma, fuck! I’m so f-ull.” Words spilled from her lips in choppy waves, and she rested her forehead on his, breaths coming heavy against his lips as she adjusted to Attuma’s girth.

“Okoye… toop,” he murmured through clenched teeth, kissing the corner of her mouth and echoing her sentiments in his native tongue. He could feel every hollow breath she took as her pussy quivered around him. His hands found their way back to her hips, fingers flexing against her flesh. “Is it— Is it too much?” Attuma breathed the question in her ear, trying not to focus on the sweet clench of her cunt.

“Mm-mm.” Okoye shook her head slightly as she answered, nudging her nose against his and giving a small roll of her hips.

Silken walls fluttered with the motion, and he hissed. “Do you want more?”

“Mm-hm.”

Attuma wrapped an arm around her waist and cupped the back of her head, kissing her fully. She rolled against him again when their lips parted, stuttering out another gasp of his name when he rocked up in response. They rolled and rocked in tandem, creating their own rhythm. He watched in awe as her face contorted in pleasure, hands roving down her body and settling on her ass. Okoye bade him move faster, push deeper, fuck her harder. Attuma could only oblige.

She was close; her body told him before her mouth did— she just needed a push.

Attuma buried his face in Okoye’s neck, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the underside of her jaw and tightening his grip on her ass. Working her up and down on his cock, he glanced between them and nearly lost control.

“Fuck, ch’ujuk ba’al… I wish you could see yourself. You’re split open so prettily for me,” he panted in her ear. She moaned in reply, and he worked her faster, forcing her to bounce on his thick shaft. “That’s it, jats’uts’… you take me so well. Tell me, Okoye: do you like how my cock fills you? Am I deeper than anyone’s been before?” He tilted her hips, changing the angle of his thrusts. “Are you fuller than you ever dreamed of being?” Choked sobs were his only answers, and he could feel her pussy tightening as she came closer to the brink. Attuma gritted his teeth and growled. “I know you’re going to come, ch’ujuk ba’al. I want you to. I want you to come just like this— pussy stretched around me, gripping me.”

Okoye garbled out a gasp, writhing against him as her hips bucked down in a frenzy, chasing a high he was all too eager to give.

“C’mon ‘Koye…” he urged, plowing into her and carving out a place only he could reach. “Ko’ox in polla xtóop’ [Come on my thick cock].”

Okoye’s body went taut, muscles tensing, and she let out a strangled scream. Her pussy clamped around him like a vice, sending him spiraling toward his own release. His mouth found her collarbone again, sucking a mark onto the juncture of her neck. He thrust into her once, twice, thrice, biting down viciously as he came with a harsh groan, flooding her. His hips jerked as her cunt milked him for every drop of his seed, and he kissed the already darkening mark on her neck tenderly.

Falling back against the headboard, Attuma held her to him while they tried to catch their breath. He ran a hand down her sweat-slicked back, careful not to jostle her. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“I’m fine, and you were perfect,” Okoye hummed and pressed a kiss to his chest, then grinned at him. “Definitely a tight fit, but I’m not complaining.”

~Finis~

A/N: I'm saving all my herbals for the deplorable filth I'm planning to write for the rest of this month 😂. Asks are always open, and comments & reblogs make my day 🫶🏾

Up Next: Mirror Sex 😉

[thegirloffans]

*Shuri watching a woman flirting with Namor from her Palace balcony*

Shuri, dead serious: We don't do executions anymore?

Okoye barely paying attention bc she's watching Attuma get hit on as well: No, my Queen.

Shuri: We might have to bring that back.

Okoye: We just might.

[nilseyart]

Arts by nashuri and Attoye passing on your timeline 🔥

My art ✍️

[mickimomo]

Time Machine - Attuma x Okoye

I figured I'd write out my headcanon since you peeps liked it so much. 🤣

Enjoy

Today was the day. W'Kabi was finally being released from exile out of the kindness of council's heart.

M'Baku was apprehensive, but figured the man would be too powerless to cause any issues for the time being.

The last thing he expected to see, however, was a tipsy W'Kabi singing at the top of his lungs at 4 in the morning.

"Glory to Hanuman." He huffed as he approached the small crowd of people standing around Okoye and Attuma's home that sat on the edge of the Border Tribe. "What is he doing?" He groaned as he watched W'Kabi sing slightly off-key.

"One! I wish I never fell in love!" He shouted before holding up two fingers. "Two, I wish I never fell for you!" He dropped to his knees. "Oh, three! If I just had one more wish, I'd go back and do it all over again. If I had a time machine-"

Aneka chuckled as she watched W'Kabi spin around like he was Usher before he began to do a drunk moonwalk as he bellowed the chorus of the song. "I heard that someone told him Okoye had gotten married."

"I hope he does not think he has a chance." M'Baku groaned.

"I think the liquor gave him courage."

"If he continues, the bald headed demon will release her shark."

Aneka shrugged. "I'm hoping I get to see that."

He arched a brow. "Are you recording?"

"I am."

The regent king watched Okoye open her window while dawning a robe. "W'Kabi. Go home!"

"You are my home!"

"We're divorced! Move on!"

"How could you move on!?" He sobbed. "We had something special!"

"You did not care when you betrayed Wakanda!"

"I betrayed Wakanda for you!" He snapped. "For us!"

"We are not doing this again!" She snapped. "I'm giving you five seconds to leave or I will come through this window and end you with my spear!"

"Okoye please!"

"FIVE."

M'Baku blinked before grabbing an abandoned chair to sit on. "Count me in."

"FOUR."

Aneka snickered as she watched him yank a carrot out of his pocket to munch on before offering a banana.

"Thanks." She hummed before she began to eat.

"THREE."

"What's going on!?" Ayo frowned as she approached with a few members of the Dora Milaje.

"W'Kabi is about to get his ass beat." Aneka answered her wife as she took a bite of her banana. "Want a bite?"

"No."

"TWO."

"Why are you two just sitting here eating and watching?" She frowned.

"I wanna see Attuma beat his ass." Aneka shrugged.

"And I'm not getting punched again." M'Baku huffed.

Ayo shook her head. "The council is going to lose their minds."

"Not when they see the footage." Aneka snickered. "You should have been here earlier. He was singing Micheal Jackson and Mariah Carey."

"On key?"

"No."

"ONE."

They all turned to see Okoye try to climb out the window before she was yanked back in by a pair of blue arms.

Everyone was silent as the window remained empty for a moment.

W'Kabi watched Attuma jump out the window, dawning nothing more than his loincloth and rebreathers as he moved forward with hellfire in his dark brown eyes.

The shorter man stepped back as Attuma began shouting in his native tongue.

"You're the other man!?!" W'Kabi stared in disbelief. "I can take you!"

Ayo closed her eyes as the shorter man ran forward and threw a series of punches into talokanil's chest.

Attuma looked at his chest, completely unfazed, before he chuckled.

"I bet it'll only take one punch." Aneka offered.

M'Baku took another bite of his carrot. "I think Attuma will be nice and let him endure a few more. He seems like the type who likes to play with his enemies before killing them."

"You two are awful." Ayo sighed before accepting a bite of banana.

Attuma swung, and W'Kabi took it like a champ as he crumbled to the floor.

It was like watching a tree fall to an axe.

Slow and cumbersome.

"Damn." Aneka wrinkled her nose as they watched W'Kabi struggle to get back up. "I can't believe you were right."

"The man got his ass kicked a lot in exile. He can take a few hits."

"You knew that before making the bet."

"I did."

"Cheater."

"It's called research."

"No. It's called cheating."

They watched W'Kabi grab Attuma's leg to support himself as he tried to get back up.

"Glory to Hanuman. Have some shame-" M'Baku shook his head before feigning a wince as the warrior kneed the dazed man in the face.

"I'm stepping in." Ayo grumbled.

"No. He's still fighting." He gestured to the sobbing man. "Let him get up. Let him get up."

"My king. If he is killed, it will be a breach in the treaty."

"Attuma knows his strength." He waved off her concern. "He'll be fine."

"I..... I-" W'Kabi slurred as blood spilled from his nose. "I wiiiiiiiiiill win baaaaack my wiiiiiife."

Attuma yanked him up by the back of her shirt and stared.

"You say, your wife. When she is mine." Attuma furrowed his eyebrows. "Do not insult the mother of my child."

"CHILD!?!" W'Kabi panicked. "O-Okoye is pregnant!?!"

"Yes. If she were not, I would have considered letting her beat you herself." He narrowed his eyes. "But maybe I would have handled you still, even if she wasn't. Just so you would know that you will never have a chance."

"NO! OKOYE!" He tried to look past the warrior as tears blurred his eyes. "OKOYE!"

Everyone gasped before they began to whisper.

"Oh-"

"Girl-"

"He's bout to be sick."

"I'm telling you. He's gonna be sobbing and fasting for days."

"He is living out a nightmare I tell you."

"Damn."

"OKOOOOYEEEEEEE! PLEAAAASEEE!"

Aneka smacked M’Baku's shoulder as she tried to contain her laughter.

"I was not prepared-" Ayo covered her mouth.

"Is he crying again?" M'Baku cackled.

"Yes." Aneka laughed.

W'Kabi continued to shout. "OKOYE! TELL ME HE'S LYING!" He squirmed. "OKOYE!"

"Do not call for her. She will not answer you." Attuma tightened his hold on him. "You have come here and disturbed her rest and now you wish to stress her further." He frowned. "If you are a problem to Okoye, you are a problem to me. I will not let my wife endure anything." He growled. "Something you failed to do."

W'Kabi was shaking in the man's hold.

"So, let me make myself clear." He narrowed his eyes. "If I learn that you are bothering Okoye ever again, I will serenade you until you fall into the sea and have my sharks rip you apart." His eyes were darker than the ocean's abyss. "I say this in english... to be clear. I can also say it in Xhosa to be clearer." He grabbed the man's face roughly with his other hand. "Do you understand?"

He spat in Attuma's face before shouting. "OKO-"

Attuma cracked his head into the other man's and tossed his body before turning around with a grunt of disgust.

"And see- he did better than me." Aneka shook her head as she ended the recording. "Because I would have stomped his head in after he spat in my face."

"I think he remembered the treaty." M'Baku offered. "I wouldn't have stopped him if he chose to. I think he was being pretty nice until he spat."

"Alright. This is done." Ayo smacked their shoulders before moving in to grab W'Kabi's limp body.

"That was an uneventful fight." M'Baku sighed. "But it was still good."

"What? You expected him to fight back?" Aneka laughed. "The man was drunk. A baby could wield a spear better than a drunk man."

"I was hoping it would give him a power up. Like uh.... super strength."

"He's not that type of drunk."

"I can see that." M'Baku got up. "Send me a copy of that video. I must show it to my people in the Jabari Lands."

"You got it."

Bloopers:

Okoye sleeping peacefully while her man handles business:

Everyone watching W'Kabi lose:

In another AU, Oni and Attuma jumping W'Kabi:

[azurebones]

I walked outta Wakanda Forever with three gay ships and one straight one, the brain of a fanfic writer am I right???