#marvel request

Bucky Barnes

I unlocked the door at the house, it was dimly lit. “Y/N?” I called, my voice lowered. I knew she was working over time these days and she was returning home later than usual. I walked further to the living room to see her curled on the couch. The laptop open in front of her but her lids shut. i let out a slow chuckle setting the computer aside and slowly removed her glasses, setting them next to her. She looked so peaceful and eased. It was a rare occasion for her to sleep throughout the day. She is usually so energetic and multitasking, like cooking for the next day while analysing the DNA results of a sample given to her in her lab.

I leaned in and kissed her forehead and walked to our bedroom ro change into something comfortable and take a blanket, as I gently unfolded it to cover her figure a book fell, it was one of those literary choices she always bought but I have never seen her read… I rested the blanket on her and she gently got it and covered herself over her head. I took the book, too curious for my own good as I sat in the kitchen to read her book-

Reader

I stretched, the familiar scent of the blanket that tucked around me and I smiled as I knew that Buck had come back. I sat on the couch, wearing my glasses and dragged my feet to the kitchen following the smell of something that was being baked. “Smells like pizza” I murmured rubbing my eye as I smiled at his sight in the kitchen. “Look who is awake” he commented and kept doing something on the counter without allowing me to see it. I approached and snuck my hands around his waist cuddling behind him. “What are you preparing?” i asked, my head rested on his back. “Perhaps… i will let you sneak a peak-” he said and i tried to sneak in under his arms but he turned around and held my waist pinning me on the island counter top behind me. Buck hovered above me, his hands stroking my waist “now now… I didn't way you could see did i?” he said as one hand tilted my chin upwards, i let out a nervous chuckle and looked up at him. i blushed “Buck- are you okay?” i asked and he leaned down close to me “Why?” he said, i could smell his breath “you are weirdly on? not- not that i am complaining” i giggled and looked up at him. He smirked and his lips brushed mine in a slow but savoring kiss.

I let out small whimper my hands around his neck, it was a reflexive motion, his one hand wrapped around my waist and his other holding my jaw. He broke the kiss looking down at me “are you alright?” i asked looking up at him flushed by the kiss. He smirked “again pretty why would you ask?” he said and i raised an eyebrow. “Because you are mysterious… i mean more than usual and in a very interesting way that makes me-” i was to say but i pause trying to find a polite way to say how hot he is. “makes you what love?” he asked me and i looked.

I swallowed, my eyes flickering to his lips before meeting those stormy blues again. “Makes me… weak,” I whispered, a small, shy smile tugging at my lips.

Bucky’s smirk deepened, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. “That so, doll?” he murmured, leaning in to press another kiss to the corner of my mouth. It was slow, lingering — like he wanted to memorize the feel of me under his touch.

Before I could answer, he reached behind me, and to my utter horror, pulled out the book I’d left on the couch.

My eyes widened. “Wait — Buck! You didn’t —”

“Oh, I did,” he cut me off, holding it up like evidence in a trial. “You’ve been hiding this from me, huh?” His grin was wicked now, playful and full of mischief.

My face flushed hot, and I buried it against his chest, groaning. “I can’t believe you read that!”

“I didn’t say I finished it,” he teased, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back. “But enough to know you’ve got… interesting taste.”

I peered up at him through my lashes, mortified. “It’s just a story!”

“A story, huh?” he chuckled, brushing my hair back behind my ear. “Didn’t peg you for the type to read about forbidden kisses in hidden gardens and dangerous, brooding men who pin their lovesick heroines to walls.”

“Oh my God,” I groaned, my hands covering my face as heat flooded my cheeks.

He laughed, pulling my hands away gently. “Hey, no need to be shy. Kinda flattering, actually. Guess I didn’t know you liked that sort of thing.”

“I… might,” I admitted in a tiny voice, and Bucky’s gaze softened, though that smirk never left his lips.

“Well, lucky for you, I’ve got a little practice being the brooding type,” he teased, leaning in so his nose brushed mine. “And I can definitely handle the pinning-you-up-against-things part.”

I bit my lip, smiling despite my embarrassment. “You already do.”

“Damn right I do.” His voice was low, rough with affection. He kissed me again, this time slower, deeper — like he was trying to wordlessly tell me just how much he adored every single part of me, even the ones I tried to hide.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against mine. “Keep reading those stories in your head, sweetheart. Maybe one day you’ll let me be the main character.”

“You already are,” I whispered back, smiling as his eyes darkened and his arms tightened around me he pinned me upon the counter before wrapping my legs around his waist. I turned the stove off as he led me to the bedroom

Hey there gentle reader,

Sorry it took so long, I just hadn't had time to proceed with this one because i really liked it and enjoy it. I hope you enjoyed it as well. Requests are still open, i may be slow but i always pull through :)

Please tell me your opinion, your feedback is always appreciated and welcome, other than that i wish everyone to be well!

yours

"You just press right there." You say gently gesturing to the touch pad on the coffee machine. Bucky stares at it for a few seconds before looking back at you.

"Where?" He asks, his face scrunched up in confusion. You smile at him and point at the spot.

"Right there. It'll turn it on. Then the coffee will come out." You explain and you watch as his eyebrows scrunch further.

"But- There's no button there." He says.

"Oh, yeah, just tap on the flat surface there and it'll pick it up." You say, turning away and putting some dishes away. He turns back to it and tries to tap it just for it not to work.

"Y/N. I'm going to break it." Bucky snarks. You turn around and laugh softly. You gently tap the spot and suddenly the machine starts to spit out coffee right into his mug. He stares in awe. "How did you do that-"

"I just tapped where I showed you." You say, kissing his cheek.

"No, No, Cause I did the same thing and it didn't work." Bucky argues, pointing at the spot. You look at his hands.

"Bucky?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you use your metal hand?"

"… That matters?" He asks, looking at you in confusion. You laugh and kiss his nose softly. His face smooths out instantly and he smiles, chuckling softly. "You didn't say that."

"Well, yeah! It picks up the heat from your hand and if it's metal then… Yeah." You say, trying not to laugh more. He shakes his head at you and pulls you in close with an arm around your waist.

"You're unbelievable." He says, but he's got a big grin. He kisses you gently. "But that's okay."

"Yeah, yeah, just go enjoy your coffee." You say, gesturing to it and moving away. He looks over at the machine in amazement.

Quit hums left your mouth as you leaned forward on the counter and took a long sip of your coffee, the bitter taste of the drink making your nose scrunch for a moment before you followed it with a bite of your now warm muffin. You stared out the large set of windows along the wall as you quietly ate your breakfast, car horns and sirens sounding from the streets beyond the walls of the apartment you shared with your boyfriend.

The comfortable silence of the penthouse was broken by your phone buzzing harshly against the counter, the screen illuminating with the text it had just received. Taking one last bite of your muffin you reached over and grabbed your phone, brows knitting together when you saw Foggy’s name displayed across the screen along with his text.

“Matt is sick. Like sick sick. And he won't listen to me or Karen, think you can get him to go home and rest?”

A long sigh left your mouth as your typed back a quick reply letting your friend know that you were on your way to the office now.

You walked into the bedroom you shared with Matt and began gathering some clothes you could quickly throw on. You knew Matthew would likely be on edge since he was sick, so you opted for the softest clothing you could find— one of his old sweaters and a pair of leggings —in the hopes that the fabrics wouldn't feel too harsh against his skin.

You nearly tripped as you shoved your feet inside your sneakers, not bothering to undo the laces as you put them on and headed for the door where your coat was hanging. With your keys and phone now safely in the pocket of your coat, you locked the door behind you and headed towards Nelson & Murdock.

~~~

Matthew had likely heard you approaching the office from a block away, you knew he heard you when you stopped at the coffee shop across the street from the office and ordered a dozen of your favorite muffins to take home. This didnt stop you from waiting patiently outside the frosted glass door after knocking on the wood, you watched the shadows behind the glass move and shift until a blonde figure came into view.

The door creaked as Karen pulled it open, “Thank God,” She sighed as you stepped inside the empty office.

“Where is he?” You looked around the space until your eyes settled on Matt’s office, the door was closed.

Foggy walked up beside you and gestured to his door, “in there, stubborn as always.”

You held out the box of muffins and offered them to Foggy, “Have a muffin.” You walked off towards your boyfriend's office while Karen and Foggy watched.

You didn't bother knocking on his door and instead gently pushed it open trying to be as quiet as possible, “Matty?” You whispered as you stepped through the door.

“Y/n? What are you doing here sweetheart?” Matthew looked up from where he was hunched over his desk, his glasses placed on top of a notebook, “Is everything okay?” He stood and walked towards you.

“Yes, don't worry about me,” You reassured him upon seeing the concern and confusion written across his face, “Foggy texted me, said you're sick.”

Matt shook his head, “‘M fine,” He said, his voice nasally as he sniffled quietly.

You sighed and stepped close to him, raising your hand and placing it on his forehead, “You’re burning up Matt,” You didn't miss the way he flinched back from your touch.

He stepped back and leaned on his desk, his eyes darting around the room, “I’ll be fine.”

His face was paler than it normally was, his eyes were rimmed with darker circles than when you had seen him this morning. The small wire trash can next to his next was nearly overflowing with crumpled-up tissues.

“And so will Foggy and Karen if you take a day off, you're sick Matthew.” You crossed your arms over your chest and watched him wince at your voice. “One day Angel, that’s all I'm asking.” You were whispering now, trying your best not to overload his already over-stimulated senses as you stepped forward to stand directly in front of him, “One day to come home and get some rest.”

Matt’s hands found the hem of your sweater and began to rub along the fabric, “This is mine,” He mumbled, his voice giving away just how tired he was.

“Well, you weren't there to stop me from wearing it so it's mine now.” You grabbed onto his hand and pulled him off the desk.

“Fine.” He conceded which earned a smile from you.

~~~

It took Matthew all of five minutes after you two walked into your apartment to strip out of his suit and crawl into bed in nothing but his boxers. To your surprise you didn't have to force him to lay down while you made him a bowl of soup, something light just so you knew he would at least get something in his stomach before sleeping the day away.

You carried a mug of hot tea with honey into the bedroom, along with the bowl of soup and set them down on the nightstand. There was a small bottle of cold medicine tucked under your arm and as you set the mug and bowl down, it fell to the floor as it slipped from your grasp, Matthew flinching aggressively when the bottle hit the floor.

“Sorry, too loud?” You knelt next to the bed and frowned when he nodded, “Sit up for me okay? I brought you some medicine and something to eat.”

Matthew’s eyes were screwed shut as he hauled himself up to sit, his hand held out for the medicine that you carefully placed there, the orange pills rolling around in his palm, “Thank you,” He opened his eyes and turned his face to you.

“Do you want me to stay in here with you?” The last thing you wanted was to crawl into bed with Matt if it was going to bother him, you knew his senses were out of wack right now and even you gently touching him could be excruciatingly painful for him. He had explained to you once that sometimes everything just felt too sharp, too harsh against his skin, just like sometimes everything was too loud for him.

“Please?” He almost pleaded with you as he took a small bite of the soup, his free hand reaching for your own, “Can I hold you?”

You would have to be heartless to deny Matthew what he wanted when he looked at you with his big brown eyes, eyes that always got him what he wanted from you and he knew it, not that you would ever complain about it.

“Eat a little more soup for me first m’kay?” You pulled the tight leggings off before laying down beside Matthew in the bed, the heat radiating off of him immediately making you wish you weren't wearing a sweater.

He didn't eat much, a few spoons full before he turned to you and climbed on top of you resting his head against your chest, his arms wrapping around the back of your shoulders as a content hum left his lips, “Smell like me.” His voice was muffled by the sweater.

“Do I?” You gently worked your fingers through his hair, your nails moving along his scalp which earned a low groan from him, “How are you feeling?”

“Bad. Too hot.”

“You have a fever, try and get some sleep, Angel, it'll help.” You looked down at his head resting on your chest, his face turned to the side and his eyes were closed.

“Stay with me?” He was the one whispering now.

“I’ll be here until you make me move,” You promised.

His breathing was even and you knew he was listening to your heartbeat, he had told you once that he listened to it when he was nervous or scared because it would comfort him. He said he could always pick out your heartbeat, he could distinguish it from a hundred other people if he had to.

“Oh, my god.”

“Let’s see here,” Y/N pauses to flip to a new page, leaning over and grabbing a pen to scrawl out the date. “Okay! What’s the favor, dear?”

Kate scoffs, but smiles at the term of endearment regardless. “I need you to watch Lucky.”

A pause.

“You do know I’m allergic to dogs, right? Do you have a desire to kill me, your girlfriend?!”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“It’s life-threatening!”

“Take your medicine. You’ll be fine. Besides, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t really need you. Clint got tipped off about these evil dudes and he needs me. He actually said that. He never says that!”

Y/N sighs. “Can’t Jack watch him?”

“Out of town.”

The sigh turns into the groan. “Fine. When do you need me?”

“Uh, in like 15 minutes?”

“Oh my god, Kate. Man, the things I do for love.”

“Achoo!”

“You faked that, right? C’mon, you faked that,” Kate said, crossing her arms as she raised an eyebrow at her girlfriend, who was standing in front of her now-open door.

Y/N’s sly grin gave it away. “I couldn’t help it,” she said cheekily, giving Kate a peck on the lips as she waltzed her way into the apartment.

Lucky immediately ran up to her, and while Y/N instinctively leaned back to protect her allergies, she pet him regardless.

“Well, you two kids have fun. I gotta run — oh, hey, that rhymes!” Kate said, jogging over to the couch to grab her bow and arrows. As she passed her girlfriend, she wrapped her arm around Y/N’s waist, pulling her into a quick hug.

“I won’t be long!” Kate called as she headed towards the door.

Laughing because she knew that couldn’t be true, Y/N continued to pet Lucky. “Alright, love you!” She called back.

“Love you too!” Was the last thing Y/N heard before the door shut and locked behind the archer.

“Okay, Lucks, it’s just you and me,” Y/N murmured to the dog, who was wagging his tail happily. Y/N knelt on the ground, avoiding Lucky’s licks while playing with his floppy ears.

“You know, I wonder why Kate can’t just leave you alone—” she said, cutting herself off as she watched Lucky suddenly bolt, skidding to a halt at an empty pizza box, where he began pawing at it and gnawing at it — barking, too. “—Oh.”

“Lucky!” She whined, quickly following the dog and gently pulling him back from the box. He immediately turned around and, with a lot of energy, pushed Y/N down so she was on her back. He practically had a smile on his face as he licked her all over her face excitedly.

“Oh, no. Oh, lord,” Y/N said, trying in vain to get away from his licks while simultaneously grunting from his paws pounding into her chest and torso.

Her loud, uncontrollable sneeze became the thing to scare him off. Y/N took a deep breath, feeling the weight being lifted off of herself. “Wonderful. It’s started,” she muttered.

Deciding to rest on the floor for a couple minutes, she drifted out of the “zone” she had fallen into when she heard Lucky whimper. Looking over, she watched him scamper over to the door and paw at it relentlessly.

Sneezing again, Y/N picked some dog fur that he had shed from her shirt. “Alright, just gimme a sec,” she said, pulling herself up and to her feet. She grabbed the allergy medicine from her bag and then got a glass of water from the kitchen. Placing the pills on her tongue, she swallowed it with the water and cleaned up before grabbing Lucky’s leash.

Once she had it hooked to his collar, she grabbed her purse and opened the door. Once they were out, he practically yanked her in the direction of the elevator, giving Y/N little time to actually make sure the door was locked. Hiding a sigh, she thought to herself about how lucky Kate was — she was punny, wasn’t she? — and how she couldn’t wait to use this as an excuse to keep Kate from going on her nightly patrols.

About ten minutes into their walk and it was going alright. Lucky had stopped to pee once, thankfully for Y/N hadn’t gone number two, but he did pause at every little thing to sniff at it. And when he saw a dog? Well, the smaller ones he was just happy to see, but he barked at a bigger one. The only real snag was when his leash and another dog’s leash got tangled, and Y/N and the other person choreographed a strange dance to untangle them. She apologized profoundly and continued on.

But then — the universe decided to be a bitch. At the precise moment that Lucky saw a squirrel slinking around a tree, Y/N had to sneeze. In hindsight, he was too excited, and she was too distracted. Barking, he broke off in a run, tugging at the leash, catching Y/N off guard as she paused to turn and cover her sneeze. She lost her grip on the leash and Lucky was granted his freedom, darting after the squirrel. The squirrel — who had been minding his own business with a couple acorns stuffed in his mouth — saw Lucky and ran.

With it all happening so fast, it took Y/N a moment to realize that the leash was no longer in her hand and the golden blob she saw was the dog she was supposed to be walking. Her eyes widening, she broke off into a run, calling Lucky’s name and praying for him to stop.

Alas, he didn’t. Y/N did her best to keep eyes on him while avoiding the strangers going about their own days, but it wasn’t easy. She knocked into multiple people and ignored the rude comments that were thrown her way.

It wasn’t until she full-on collied with someone that she was literally knocked off her path. Having just gone from seeing ahead of herself to now looking at the pavement, her head whirled as dizziness passed over her. The sound of the person hastily apologizing and going about their day was muffled in her ears. By the time the dizziness passed and Y/N got her bearings, she looked up to see Lucky nowhere.

Which promptly sent her down another spiral.

Not even realizing that her flesh peeled with scrapes and blood, Y/N stumbled to her feet and set off in the last direction she had seen him. She called his name at the top of her lungs, the repeating words coming out as strangled cries. People gave her odd looks as they passed, but she paid them no mind. Nothing else concerned her but finding this dog, as she recalled how distraught Kate would be if Lucky was lost. She couldn’t bare to see her girlfriend sad and knowing that it was her fault? Nausea hiked up her throat at the image.

She searched for a good thirty minutes until she figured she should head back to Kate’s apartment. After-all, what if he got bored of the squirrel and came back there? He may be a pizza dog but he was smart . . . Kind of. Upon her arrival, she brushed away the doorman’s concern and plopped herself in a seat in the lobby. She didn’t know how long she sat there, staring out the windows with a sliver of hope, until the doorman told her that her phone was ringing.

Scrambling to retrieve it, she almost considered hanging up when she saw Kate was calling. But, knowing that that wasn’t an option, she picked up the phone. “H-hello?” She said.

Kate, oblivious to the nervous stutter, greeted her with: “Hey! The mission ended up being a lot quicker than we expected. I’m heading back home now, I hope you guys had fun!”

That was it. Hearing the brunette’s cherry voice and knowing that her happiness was soon to be crushed, Y/N broke down in sobs. She struggled to breath through it, and that resulted in half-tears, half-wheezes.

“Y/N? Y/N, what’s wrong?” Kate said, her tone immediately changing. Picking up the worry only made Y/N cry harder, and on the other side of the phone Kate did her best to remain patient. She waited it out with Y/N until she was able to form coherent words and sentences.

“I’m — so — sorry! I — didn’t — mean to! I-I lost Lucky. I sneezed and he saw a squirrel and ran and I lost my grip and I ran after him but I couldn’t find him so I came back to see if he came back but he didn’t and—and—” she gasped.

The brief pause of silence felt like a knife stabbing her. In those 15 seconds, Y/N’s fears practically exploded. She curled in on herself, turning away from the doorman, seeking the tiniest bit of privacy. (Thankfully, he had enough tact to pretend that he was busy.)

“Oh-okay. It’s not your fault, Y/N. I’ll find him. Just stay there in case he comes back, like you said,” Kate’s voice finally came after what felt like an agonizing eternity. Her words were slow, still recovering from the shock of the news.

Y/N couldn’t explain why, but now she just felt worse. She wasn’t sure what she expected Kate to say, and figured that any reaction would have resulted in the guilt weighing on her like it did now. “Alright. Alright. I love you. I’m sorry.”

Kate returned the “I love you”, but it was clear that she wasn’t paying too much attention. Y/N let her hang up and still kept the phone pressed to her ear, even when she heard the dial tone.

When she heard Lucky’s barks 20 minutes later, Y/N nearly fell off her seat. Her head whipped up, a grin breaking out as she allowed the dog to run at her and jump on her, covering her face with slobbery licks. She sneezed a couple times from it, but didn’t mind at all.

“I’m so happy you found him,” she said, tears springing into her eyes. She looked up to see Kate, standing in front of her a little disheveled but otherwise fine, wearing a huge grin. Y/N opened her mouth to continue her seemingly endless apologies, but was interrupted.

“Before you say anything, it’s fine. Really. I know you didn’t mean to lose him,” Kate said, cupping Y/N’s chin and tilting her head up so she could give her girlfriend a much-needed kiss.

Pulling back, Kate — for the first time — took in Y/N’s appearance. Her eyes widened when she saw the cuts and dried blood and she knelt down in front of Y/N. “Babe, what happened?!”

Following Kate’s gaze, Y/N blinked in surprise when she saw her hands and torn knees. “Oh. I guess it must have happened when I fell. Someone bumped into me when I was running after Lucky — Or I bumped into them,” she said, doing her best to recall the event.

“You poor thing,” Kate murmured, peppermint kisses on all of the cuts. Y/N’s face heated up with blushes. “The two of you have had a long day, huh?” She paused to scratch Lucky behind his ear. “Let’s get you guys upstairs.”

Feeling calm now, Y/N stood up and walked alongside Kate and Lucky to the elevators. Within minutes, they were inside Kate’s apartment. Kate unhooked the leash from Lucky’s dollar and urged Y/N to go relax, which she latter had no problem doing. She sat down on the couch, watching her girlfriend retrieve a mini first aid kit from her bathroom’s cabinet.

“I don’t think this is necessary,” Y/N commented through a giggle as Kate sat down next to her and pulled out alcohol wipes and bandaids.

“Nonsense, it could get infected,” Kate argued cheekily, smirking as she rubbed Y/N’s cuts with the wipes and then slapped bandaids over them. “There we go. All better.”

Thanking Kate, Y/N let herself lean back against the pillows. “Once again, I’m sorry,” she apologized, her eyes drifting over to where Lucky was playing with a toy on the floor. As if he could understand them, he stopped and climbed onto the couch, making himself comfortable behind Y/N’s head. Y/N hesitated for a moment before she leaned her head against Lucky’s fur, allowing herself to relax.

“Once again, it’s fine,” Kate replied, a little mockingly but all in good fun. She pat Y/N’s knee as they shared a smile.

“How was the mission?” Y/N asked, sniffing a bit from the allergies.

“It was easy, but fun. It was nice to kick some guys’ butts again,” Kate answered, recalling her fights with a proud smile. Hearing Y/N sniffle, she pouted, scooting closer to her girlfriend. “Did you take your allergy medicine?”

“Earlier I did, yeah. It’s okay, Kate. My allergies will get used to him,” Y/N said nonchalantly.

Kate hummed in slight disagreement but decided not to press the matter. “Thank you for taking care of him today,” she said.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “But I—”

“Thank you. What you said before — about the things you do for love — it was right. You’re amazing,” Kate interrupted, leaning forward to kiss Y/N (partly doing so before she could argue).

Smiling, Y/N kissed back, cupping Kate’s cheek in her hand and enjoying the peacefulness and the happiness that radiated endlessly between them.

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"Stop worrying, my Queen." T'Challa spoke soothingly as he stood behind you, slipping his arms around your waist.

You huffed a little, "I'm not your Queen yet."

T'Challa chuckled and rested his chin on your shoulder. "To me, you've always been my Queen."

You turned in his arms and smiled up at him as you cupped his face. "I love you..." You whispered, "But that was seriously cheesy." You began laughing at him, untangling yourself from him and made your way inside to your bedroom.

T'Challa followed behind you, grabbing a hold of your hand before you could get to far away. "I was being romantic... Trying to set the mood." He explained. "Not, cheesy."

You laughed, "Didn't succeed then, did you?" You teased, looking back at him over your shoulder.

"You're like a child." He chuckled before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. "I love you... My wife." He grinned.

You hummed softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "My husband..." You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his mouth. "I like the sound of it." You smiled, kissing his cheek and jaw.

T'Challa hummed, his eyes falling shut as your lips moved along his skin. "How does mother, sound?" He asked.

You pulled back with raised eyebrows. "I... I didn't realise you were, into that sort of... Thing."

T'Challa's brow furrowed as he stared down at you. "You know I want children."

"Children?" You asked him confused.

He nodded. "You, don't?" He frowned, worry swimming on his eyes.

You nodded, "Of course... I just..." You began laughing into his chest. "I... Thought you were saying, you wanted to call me it, during se-" You stepped back from him and covered your mouth, shaking your head. "Forget I said anything."

T'Challa grinned at you. "Of course your mind would go straight to something like that..." He chuckled. He walked over to the bed and sat down. "I want to start trying for our family..."

You smiled at him. "Right now?"

He nodded. "Yes. It might take a while, and I can't wait to see you carrying our child." He smiled up at you as you stood between his thighs. His hand moved to rest on your flat stomach. "You're going to make a wonderful mother."

You smiled, running your hand through his hair. "You're going to make a wonderful father..."

"So, we can start?" He asked wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your stomach.

You nodded, "Might as well... We're really good at the practicing." You wiggled your eyebrows at him making him roll his eyes with a laugh.

"I love you..." T'Challa began smirking against your skin as he moved his hand to the hem of your dress and dragged his fingers up to between your thighs. "You're already so wet, darling... Turn around for me, my Queen."

You nodded biting your lip and turned your back to him, your breath catching as he carefully unzipped your dress and brushed the material down.

"Turn back to me, darling." He whispered. "Let me see my Queen." He grinned up at you before he began to run his hands up your bare legs. He began lowering himself to his knees in front of you.

T'Challa pulled your panties down before he lifted your left leg and placed it over his shoulder before leaning in and flicking his tongue expertly over your clit before he dragged his tongue in long line from the bottom of your dripping pussy. You let out a deep moan as he pushed two of his fingers inside, curling his fingers at the right angle to cause you to moan.

"C'mon, baby," He twisted his fingers and pressed his thumb against your clit. "I can feel you squeezing my fingers. Your close."

You cried out as T'Challa replaced his thumb with his lips and began sucking, pushing you over the edge. Your body shivered as T'Challa licked up everything you gave like it was his favourite meal.

T'Challa pulled back from you and looked up at you with a smirk. "Beautiful." He placed a kiss to the inside of you thigh before putting your leg down. He stood and began undressing himself. "Lay down for me, my Queen."

Once T'Challa was completely naked he crawled over you kissing his way up your body as he whispered praises to you. He grabbed the base of his cock and brushed it through your wet folds. Slowly he pushed inside you until he was completely inside of you.

"Fuck!" T'Challa groaned as you clamped around him.

"Oh god!" you panted heavily.

T'Challa began to move his hips back and forth, back and forth.

"So good. Yes. Yes." He praised into the air as his eyes fell shut. "Can't wait for you to be big and round."

"Oh, God, yes! Please." You begged.

One hand of his moved to your hair as he crashed his lips down against yours once more whilst his other hand wrapped under your knee and held your leg high as he pounder deeper inside you.

A few more deep strokes and T'Challa was swollowing your moans and screams as you came around for his cock. Your arms wrapped around his body, your nails digging into his back as you came.

T'Challa pulled back from you with a growl as your walls squeezed his cock. "FUCK!" He cried out as he came, filling you up with his cum.

Slowly, you loosened your hold on T'Challa, smiling as he pressed his lips against your neck.

"My Queen, you'll look like a Godess full with my children." He pushed himself up and looked down at you. "I love you, my Queen."