MARVEL & DC IMAGINES

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prompt ↬ panther!hybrid!boyfriend t'challa is in heat and is desperately in need of your help.

warnings ↬ slightly subby!t'challa, smut (obvs), this is my first thing posted on this account so it might be long lol

This is not the day—not the time for this to be happening.

T'Challa's eyelids close and a helpless sigh leaves his mouth as he lies back against his mattress. Heat runs through his veins, increasing the warmth of his limbs more and more by the second. Blood leaves his brain and rushes down to his crotch, his bulge thickening even further in his boxers.

"Why nowww?" he whines to himself, shoving his hand in his boxers to wrap a hand around his base. He looks towards the alarm clock in his room—he has two hours left until he has another meeting to attend for today. His heat definitely would not go away in two hours.

He knows you're downstairs, just a couple of steps away from his reach. He knows you're more than willing to help him, since you were so interested in his hybridness in the first place. But he's nervous.

You two have been intimate before, with fleeting touches in the dark when the kingdom was asleep. Caresses underneath the blankets woven with such beautiful patterns, falling over the both of your bodies as you made love to each other. But this—this was different. This was something he needed.

"T'Challa, my love! You should come downstairs to see-" your voice rings out, like music to his ears. He whines once again, body curling into a ball.

"T'Challa...?" you whispered, entering the bedroom and closing the door behind you. "Are you okay, my King?"

Heat blooms underneath his cheeks, and he's happy you probably can't see it. "No."

"What's the matter?" you frown, and his black ears twitch at hearing your footsteps come closer to the bed.

He breathes in sharply through his nose, your scent already surrounding him. Fuck. Fuck. "My... heat..."

Silence. He hears you step closer and when your hand lays on his shoulder, he suddenly sits up, grabbing both of his wrists. Better late then never.

"I need you to help me," he whispers, his dark brown eyes flickering up to yours. He wants you so, so badly right now. "Please, the meeting is in two hours and-"

You press a finger against his lips and he quiets down, body relaxing—he didn't even know he was tensed up. Both of your hands slide to the cheeks of his god-like face and you lean into him, about to kiss him, but your lips never connect. His eyes close as he inhales your scent, body pressed so close—but he wants you closer.

His hands drop down your waist and he pulls you closer, smiling a little bit at the giggle that leaves your lips. You tilt his head up and kiss him, finally, his hands moving down from your waist to your ass. Your lips mend together and his hands squeeze the flesh when your hips roll against his, letting out a breathy moan against your lips.

"Lie back." you whisper and he scoots further on the bed, doing as told. He hips buck up to yours when your nails drag up his body to slip off his shirt, his chielsed body looking even more beautiful in the sunlight that shone through the large window in his bedroom. You kiss him again, but it seems that you understand the growing pain he's in because your kissing is fast and intense, making his tail squirm against the bedsheets in pleasure.

Your lips leave his and attach to his neck, sucking and biting. You are no longer gentle and he loves that. He knows you're only being quick because he has a meeting coming up so soon and he promises to make it up to you later.