T'Challa x Reader Imagines

He Taste So Good-Part 1

Warning: None.... just imagine your very first kiss with the king..😉

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He's the most beautiful man you've ever had and seen. And this intimidates you a little bit. You're beautiful, he always tells you, he doesn't miss an opportunity to cover you with compliments and let you understand in every way possible, but you don't have much esteem for yourself about your physical aspect. He's tall, slender, perfectly sculpted, broad shoulders, toned arms, strong, you always get lost in those arms every time he hugs you tightly, but hidden from everyone.
The Council doesn't agree very much that the King flirts with his Personal Assistant. You hold a very good working position, but apparently not enough to them. You two have done everything to avoid this thing, but ...As the King walks towards you, you can't help but admire him. His skin is soft, perfect and seems to shine beneath the dim light of the moon from the enormous bedroom windows, from which the whole City could be seen. He've just finished his evening training and he sent you to call from one of his trusted Dora Milaje, you weren't sure what was waiting for you, but you were hoping for it. Your breath is wheezy and anxious. He seems calm, but the moment he approaches you and you put a hand on his bare chest, you realize how fast his heart beats, very fast.

His eyes are hypnotizing, but so sweet in the same time. Despite being the King of Wakanda, despite being the Black Panther, he's still T'Challa and he can't be otherwise ... Sweet and tender in a moment like this. "Y/N ... " he whispers "My King ..." you whispers back "There's no need to be so formal now Y/N" he says smiling softly, touching your hair and then stroking your cheek, your neck and your bare shoulder. "Sorry ... but it's just a new position for me ... T'Challa""I craved so much for you touch Y/N..."

You moan sightly at his words. You keep going to touch and caress his bare, sculpted, bare chest looking into his black eyes. He slowly touches your cheek again and resting his fingers on your jawline. You can feel his hot breath on your lips which where a very few inches from his. The moment seems last forever ... that moment in which he approaches you very slowly, hesitating a little bit, looking at your eyes and then your lips, and then again, your lips and your eyes.
Finally your lips joins. He kisses you and you return the kiss. His soft, fleshy lips kiss your upper lip and you kiss his lower lip. He smiles against your mouth and you do the same. The kiss is sweet, innocent. And he tastes about sugar, he tastes good, so good. His smell inebriates your mind and the feeling you're having is the same as having a hangover, he literally makes your head spin. And feeling his beard rubbing against your face ... You always wondered how it could be to the touch.

His arms are stroking sensually your back, his hands are flat just above your bottom. As the kiss intensifies, the grip of his embrace tightens. Your hands go up to his shoulders and then lean on his neck and you stroke his hair. You brush his lips with your tongue, a spontaneous gesture when you feel him press more against your lips. He opens his mouth and let you in, stroking his tongue with yours. Yes, he tastes good. He tastes so much good. You hear him making noise inside your mouth and you too let yourself go, accidentally. Your tongues keep going to intertwine and and you breathe the other's breath. A thousand acrobatics on each other, exploring their respective mouths. You savor your flavors, while the kiss becomes engaging, very wet and very very sexy.

Your hands gently brush his cheeks, drawing imaginary circles with your thumbs, while the king strokes your arms and put his hands in your thick long curly hair. You go away just to catch your breath and look into each other eyes. "You don't have idea how long I've wanted to do it Y/N ... Every morning you come into my office, every time you stand beside me, every time I look at you while you talk to me trying to explain somethings that I can't understand 'cause dazzled by you ..." he tells you in a low voice, closing his eyes at the end. "Seriously? You're always so composed that you don't leak anything ... I don't really know what to say T'Challa""There's nothing to say ... words are no longer necessary"and your lips return kissing in the sweetest of ways....

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*Survived Part 1... take a break and come back for part 2 because it's not over yet😏😉*....