A Panther's Panther. (T'Challa x Reader)

Chapter Eighteen: The Beginning of Longest Week Ever

A/N: Hey guys! So little predicament. I (sadly) have not seen Black Panther yet and that is a huge part of this (obviously). So updates will slow down. Maybe a few filler chapters. Whatever I decide but enjoy this chapter!
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(Y/N) entered the hotel room T'Challa told her he was in. She walked further in the room and found his suit case haphazardly thrown on the chair. (Y/N) carried her heels in one hand and pulled her bag with the other. She put her bag next to the chair and looked at the bed. T'Challa hadn't even taken off his suit before passing out. He was on his back arm slung over his eyes. (Y/N) set her heels down and walked over to the bed. She put her hands on the bed and shifted to her panther form as she climbed on. The feeling she has had since she landed wasn't good and wouldn't leave her. She laid her head on T'Challa's chest and closed her eyes. It was rare when she slept in panther form now, she only ever slept in it if she felt threatened. (Y/N) slowly drifted off hoping she would never figure out why she was feeling this way.
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When T'Challa woke up his arm was slinged around whatever warm object was pressed against his side. Looking down, he saw the deep black fur of his wife's panther form. His stomach dropped and gently pet her head waking her slowly.

Her head popped up and she jumped him shifting as she did. (Y/N) straddled his waist and pressed her face into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close bringing in her scent of flowers. He pulled away slightly and put his hands on her face before pulling her into a kiss. The kiss quickly got heated and he slowly changed their positions. (Y/N) pulled his shirt from his pants and unbuttoned it before she could push it off the door connecting the rooms opened and T'Chaka walked through it.

"Finally, I thought I heard..." T'Chaka trailed off when he saw the position they were in.

"Good morning Utata." T'Challa casually said. (Y/N) refused to even look in that direction. T'Chaka smiled slightly and shook his head before moving back towards his room.

"You have one hour before the car arrives. One hour." He said before shutting the door. The couple shared a look then raced for the bathroom.
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(Warning Smut part there will be a large blank space if you wish to skip.)

T'Challa pressed (Y/N)'s back against the cool tile wall of the shower. Her legs were wrapped his waist and her nails dragged up his back digging deeper with each of his thrust. He moved his lips from hers down her neck. Sucking and biting as he went along. Her moans were music to his ears inviting him to go harder and faster. 

"The best part of this is I can leave any marks I want but by the time we reach the UN they will be gone." T'Challa gruffed against her ear. Her neck was painted black and blue with all the bruises. T'Challa hit the bundle of nerves inside her knocking the wind out of her.

"Gods right there." She moaned. He thrusted a few more times in the same place making her quite verbal.

"Right there? I don't know, you did tease me a bit while undressing but we only have 20 minutes left." (Y/N) clenched down on T'Challa making him moan lightly.

"Just fuck me." She said clawing him a bit more. He roughly thrusted into her until they were both seeing stars. He pulled out of her and set her feet on the ground. The water ran over the two and (Y/N) leaned against T'Challa and he held her.

"Ndakukhumbula, uthando. (I missed you, love.)" She muttered softly.

"Ndakukhumbula kwakhona, wam umfazi. (I missed you too, my wife.)" He mumbled into her hair.
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