T'Challa x Reader Imagines

He Taste So Good-Part 4

Warning: SMUT 🖤
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"Everything will be fine, I promise you Mnandi"These are the last words T'Challa told you a few hours ago after you said "Yes", but you don't feel very quiet, you're not sure everything will be all right, you can feel it ... These feelings starting from the mouth of your stomach. These sensations are never pleasant, they don't lead to anything good. And this is also why you work alongside the King, for your extreme sensibility. He's always trusted these your feelings, even his Father, and unfortunately they've never been wrong.
Sometimes King T'Chaka, just for joking, called Ngomenzi (Witch) ... Even your grandmother did it and sometimes it was worrying.

You said "Yes" to the King, you said "Yes" to his request "Marry me, be my wife". You agreed to be his wife, but you two never even dating, no official courting, no hot date, no experience, no kisses before a few weeks ago, no love making until yesterday night ... nothing ... but you said "Yes". You look at yourself in the mirror of the luxurious bathroom in his bedroom, you'd come in often, but you never entered his bathroom.
You're a bit tired, you didn't sleep much, you can notice it from the dark circles under your big brown eyes, your face without a veil of makeup, loose and tangled hair, your aching legs, muscles and joints that seem to creak. Making love with someone has never been so ... tiring, exhausting ... even if the term is not properly correct, it's not what you would use.
Its etymology implies meanings like heavy, hard to bear, uncomfortable, annoying, challenging ... but making love with T'Challa was not one of these adjectives. It was tiring in its narrower meaning "that requires a physical effort", but at the same time it contained adjectives related to its opposite "satisfying, beautiful, passionate, exciting, natural, spontaneous" and you could go on for hours with your list to describe the night just spent with him. You look at the light signs on your hips, the signs of kisses on your neck, on your shoulders and on your breasts and smile shyly at your reflection.

The beautiful meaningful ring that T'Challa gave you is on your finger, but not the right one, it's too wide "I'll have it fixed by Shuri tomorrow morning, but keep it here for now"
It's his Father's ring, the one he always wears, the one he never takes off. T'Challa, I can't accept it, please, it's too important for you" You told him last night when he slipped it off his finger and gently approached putting it in yours. His expression was sweet, adoring. He had almost completely stripped you, you had remained almost naked before him and helpless before his gestures. "I want you to take it, after all it will always be with me, because you will be by my side" .... "Y/N ..."

His sleepy, hoarse voice distracts you from your memories and thoughts, you look away from your reflection to look in the direction of his voice calling you. "I knew you were so beautiful even without clothes ... I'm a lucky King. U fe zekile (you're perfect) "He tells you while he's watching you walk, still naked, the space between the bathroom and his king size bed. You resting your head on his shoulder, in the hollow of his neck, as you slide your hand through the thin hairs of his chest ... It's your new favorite hobby, you adore doing it. You snuggle up against his body, under the sheets while he hugs you and you inhale his scent ... He smells of musk, smells of fruit, smells of all those things you adore, smells of men, smells of sex, smells of you. His unmistakable scent you've always recognized even among people, even if you don't have the acute senses of the Black Panther. But you've always had T'Challa under your skin, you've had him in a long time and these little things have never escaped you.

"What is worrying you Y/N, tell me, I feel you're nervous, you didn't sleep at all"He asks you holding you even stronger against him. You feel his strong arm slipping right at the end of your back doing some pressure, while the other hand slides along your back up to your shoulders until it gets to your neck and plays with your hair right under the nape. His head slipped into the crook of your neck, you can hear him breathing and giving you light kisses by sliding his plump lips against your delicate skin. "Well, you didn't give me much choice Panther ..." you reply to your lover biting softly the skin of his shoulder and then nipping the skin under his jaw causing him a moan. "Mmmmm I know ... but I don't think you complained about it Inkonti (Kitten)"You look up at the sound of that nickname he had never used before, certainly too intimate to use in front of others. Instead you're used to joking about his role, having a lot of fun embarrassing him, especially when he messes up during some missions with new gear made by his sister. Not in front of strangers of course, but in front of his sister and some Dora Milaje is fun. And he's at the game.