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Requested by anonymous: Imagine being with t'challa and an outsider and everyone thinks your with him to be Queen and after power and status but they do t know that your the kind of girl that enjoys the simple things.... I was just watching this video on YouTube called 7 + sweet illustrations show that love is in the little things.... I love cause its so me and in the end they see that your not and you love him with all your heart... emotional romantic proposal at the end please black reader
Pairing: Black plus sized reader x T'challa
Warnings: none
Word count: 806
-Being T’challa’s lady was one of the hardest thing you had to deal with
-You were judged by everyone, nasty rumors circulated that you only wanted T’challa because he was the king of Wakanda. People had their opinion on you, which made the pressure of being with T’challa rise inside you. You didn’t feel welcome, hell you didn’t feel wanted because wherever you went, people would glare at you or whisper things to one another, obviously trash talking about you
-“Don’t let them bother you my love” T’challa whispered in your ear whenever you cried in his arms because you couldn’t deal with the hate anymore. “How do you deal with it?”, you asked him and looked up to him. T’challa sighed and answered, “I don’t really deal with it. It breaks my heart that nobody sees you like I see you”
-T’challa always did his best to cheer you up whenever I felt down, he got you the most beautiful bouquet of roses, the most expensive chocolates (knowing that you loved chocolate) or brought you to the most beautiful places around the world
-It took a few months before the harsh glares and whispered somewhat calmed down. The people and royal family started getting used to having you around. Their prejudice disappeared when they really got to know you and saw what kind of beautiful, intelligent and kind hearted person you were
-Soon you became best friends with Shuri and even Nakia. The three of you would be inseparable. Shuri showed you her newest inventions, even give you some as a little present while Nakia taught some really cool fight moves. T’challa was so proud to see his family and the love of his life bonding with each other
-“My love”, T’challa spoke once he arrived into your shared room, an uneasy look on his face. You turned to him, “Yes my king?” You answered him with furrowed eyebrows. He let out a shaky breath before clearing his throat, “Can you please come with me to the garden? There is something I would like to show you”, he stuttered
-You smiled, “Of course my love”, you answered him before walking up to him and taking his hand in yours. You were surprises to notice that his hands were sweaty and that short puffs were leaving his mouth
-“Are you okay my king?”, you asked him concerned. T’challa gave you a little smile “Yes, my love I’m doing fine” he said before pressing a gentle kiss onto your lips. You closed your eyes for a split second, never getting used to the pleasant feeling of T’challa’s lips against yours. “Let’s go”, he whispered before leading you out of your shared room and out of the huge palace
-T’challa lead you through the beautiful orchard where thousands of purple candles were lit, “Wow this is beautiful”, you gasped with your eyes widened. T’challa chuckled, “Not as beautiful as you my lovely [Y/N]”, he said and stared lovingly into your eyes
-The two of you walked further into the garden where you saw the Queen Mother, Shuri, Okoye, W’kabi and even Nakia standing in a circle, holding a purple candle in their hands while smiling at you and T’challa
-“What’s happening?”, you asked and smiled at them before looking at T’challa. He chuckled before leading you closer to his family and closest friends. You were standing in the middle before the closed the circle around you and T’challa
-Your heart started pounding in your chest when he held both of your hands, “[Y/N], we have been together for a little while now”, he started with a gorgeous smile on his face, “I know that it was very hard to get used to be with me. Everybody had their opinion on you, and in the beginning it teared you down. It broke my heart to see you cry, but when I saw you overstep your insecurities and become a stronger woman because of that, that’s when I knew that you were the one. You are the love of my life [Y/N]”, he finished before dropping onto one knee
-You gasped while wiping the tears that had fallen down your cheeks and blinked a few times. “[Y/N] [Y/L/N] will you do me the honors of becoming my wife, my queen?”,T’challa gently asked with an excited smile on his face
-You squealed before frantically nodding your head, “Yes!”, you nearly yelled. T’challa quickly stood up and engulfed you in a bone crushing hug while whispering how much he loved you. “Congratulations!”, Mother Queen and the rest chanted while waving one hand in the air
-“I love you so much”, you whispered and stared deeply into your fiancé’s eyes. The two of you shared passionate kisses, feeling so happy that you were going to share the rest of your life with T’challa
Okay, so I’m sharing this headcanon for us black gals before I get too chickenshit:
I bet T’Challa is the best kind of guy for you to lay your head in his lap and just rest.
Like, even before he was king, as a prince he had to have had a huge workload. And so it wasn’t uncommon for him to always be at a desk, at a [multiple] computer console, on a chair or futon just…working, working, working day and night. As a result, you don’t always get to see him, though he doesn’t at all mean to neglect you.
So you don’t remember when it began, but you start coming to wherever T’Challa is working and just…lay your head down in his lap. A lot of times, you have to move whatever of his work he has there to his other thigh so you can have that one, but you lay down nonetheless. The first few times you do it, he’s startled right out of his flow (and he doesn’t get startled easily, but when he works, he works). But he always smiles down at you, gets right back to work, and absentmindedly strokes over your afro/braids/cornrows, etc. with his free hand.
You soon do it so often that he doesn’t startle at all-not even when you keep naturally pushing his work to his other thigh so you can have that one. He’s a strong, fit, and muscular man, but you’re never surprised that it’s warm and safe and soft right there in his lap. T’Challa is even more comfortable than the finest pillows in Wakanda.
And he smells so motherfuckin’ good. You don’t even remember the name of the cologne and soap he uses-you just know it’s the best and exclusive to Wakanda. Goddamn, you could just breathe him in all night and so you do.
And he still absentmindedly strokes over your hair.
He never, ever asks you to get off him. On the contrary, though he rarely says it, having you there on his lap helps him concentrate, helps ground him.
And sometimes the best mornings aren’t where you wake up to find that he carried you to your shared bed. Rather, the best mornings are when you wake up to find that he fell asleep right there too, with his hand still on your hair.
Here’s my half-assed smut for the smut-feast challenge, college has kicked my ass and my laptop was trash and killed itself four day after I got it. This is my first time writing for T’Challa, hope I did him justice. I PROMISE IMMA GET ON MY SHIT IN JULY!!! @royallyprincesslilly
“I'm bored as hell....I'm horny as hell.”
You thought this you sit on the side of the bed, you work just a silk lavender night slip. Your pussy and mind are throbbing lustfully as you watch T'Challa get ready for his meeting with the elders for today. He was fine as always, fresh from a shower and moisturize, he was slipping on pressed black tunic and his dick swung freely as he search for pants (aka the pair you were laying on). You lick your lips in thought as you watch his thick thang swing as he stretched up to pull down hangers or bent down to pull our draws.
"Baby." you call and he looks over, somewhat innocently.
"Yes Love?"
"Come here and me help you." you chuckle and he smiles and walks over until he stands in between your legs, hands on his hips and looks as if you were gonna help him look for his clothes.
"Well?" he asks and you continue staring at his dick, and you slowly slide your hands up his hips and look up at him. He gives a soft chuckle, finally getting your hints.
"Even though I would love to lounge all morning and fuck you, my queen. I have work." he states and you smack your lips at him.
"Fine. I know where they are." you pout, crossing your arms and he tilts his head.
"And???"
"You're gonna have to play to get 'em." you tease which causes him to laugh and press a chaste kiss to your pouted thick lips.
"You want me that bad?"
"Yep."
"Fine. Take all you need love." he allows. You smirk and grab the shaft of him and play your thumb in a circle around the tip, he grunts as your give a sloppy but small kiss on top of the head. You start to get to work on wetting the head and top half his dick with kisses and licks.
He tasted fresh from his shower with a hint of sweetness from the oils he rub down his body with. He feels thick, slick and smooth in your mouth and your thighs squeeze tightly at the feeling.
You fully take him into your mouth and moan with him at the heavy weight his was in both your mouth and throat. He starts to thrust as you hollow your cheeks and bob on him. Warmth tingles all around your body, and a dampness in between your thighs at his grunts and moans.
You suddenly shutter and gag as he grabs onto your braids and force you to bob a bit quicker. You pull away weakly from him and give a whiny moan as his slick dick plops out from between your lips and taps against your cheek impatiently.
You turn and give long licks and hot open mouth kiss to the side and bottom of his member before taking him in your mouth and humming a groan down his dick. You went half way down before sucking back up and down it again. His girth starting to make your jaw sore.
Your hands rubbed up and down his warm sculptured thighs, your finger exploring the smooth crease of his V cut. One hand takes a hold of his balls and he buckles down. This made you gag harder as your lips were force to the base and nose pressed against his hot slick body as he held your there.
Your lap was a hot mess of saliva, pre-cum and your own juices and you had enough. You tap the side on his hip and both of you groan out in both loss and pleasure as your slide him out your, mouth, push away and get up.
He looks at you crazily as you swallow a few times, wipe your moth and hand him his pants. He is in shock and his dick twitches and pokes at your thighs and belly as you reach up an give him a big kiss then bring your wet lips to his ear.
"You're already losing out game love." you whisper, and with a tiny pat to his cheek you stunt off to the bathroom and shut the door firmly.
Leaving the hard, hot, and bother king of Wakanda in your wake.
"Oh it's on love. Two can play." he whispers in challenging tone before taking himself in his hand and finishing off what you left.
You and T'Challa sat side by side at the UN after meeting banquet. Across from you was Queen Mother, to her left was Shuri and Nakia and to her right was Okoye and Ayo. All were busy chatting, eating the lightly salted pasta and sipping on good wine. You sighed on boredom, playing a puzzle game on your phone when you paused in feeling a big hand rest on your knee. You side glance at him and nod subtly at the challenge in his eyes. You gave him a stare that said-
Do it nigga.
He smirks.
You sip at you wine, and try not to give him attention as his light fire in your skin as he rubbed and played his fingers up your leg until it stopped mid-thigh.
You stab at your pasta and slurp down some noodles.
You buck as the sudden feeling of pointed cold claws slowly drag a trail back down to your knee. You curl your toes and bit your lip as T'Challa pinches and massaged the sensitive skin behind your knee. His panther nails slowly sink back in and away just to press in to your flesh of your thigh and make you clear your throat to stifle a moan. Your unfocused attention is caught by Shuri starting a conversation about the possible collaboration with Norway in improving global healthcare.
T'Challa strikes.
He get all the way up your thigh, pulls away the excess fabric of your dress and now his cool finger massages and teases you through your panties. You just nod absently at Shuri and side glance at T'Challa.
And this nigga just chillin eatin his steak!
He is all calm and posed, and you shiver weakly at the dominance the comes off him, cause he was in control of this game.
You tap your fingers rapidly on the table as he used his thumb to slide your panties to the side and slide the digit up and down your lips. He hums as he takes his hand away then used two finger to pump into you.
Slowly.
You sipped urgently to busy your mouth from moaning out as he began a pattern of pumps into you with his talented and heavy hand.
Four slow pumps and a quick swiping curl of his finger before he switch it up, to three fast pumps one long slow one and a slow circle rub of your clit between his thumb and index finger and you shifted constantly to accommodate yet not catch the attention of the others. You held your breath and shock and utter pleasure as your squirt but no fully cumming over his fingers, your panties and the inside of your blue dress.
"Are you excited to work with the cardiac department in Oslo?" Shuri ask and you nod and shoved pasta in your mouth to stop the gasp of pleasure as this regal muthafuka had three fingers in yo shit, hitting any and all the pleasuring nerves fingers could possible reach in a pussy. He smiles down at you and pressing your bouncing leg into his further stopping you from controlling yourself.
"Oh yea." you moan around your mouthful of food and this cause the who table to chuckle while Queen Mother shook her head and T'Challa kisses your temple and whispers
"Don't disturb their meal love. You shouldn't have started what I won't finish. Enjoy your food." he laughed and you scowl up at him and he just kiss your pouted lips and excused himself. You watch with quivering thighs and fire in your eyes as he lick up his hand as he left you to try and conversant with a throbbing pussy and dick on ya mind.
As soon as you and T'Challa enter the bed room he has you pinned against the bathroom door, both of you make out with open mouth and sloppy hot kisses, your leg finds it's proper place curled over his hip and his hands ripping you out your dress as you suck marks into his neck, tasting of him as he settles his hands back to roughly grip your ass.
"That was unfair as fuck!" you moan as he hums a laugh and he use a small tug on your back braids to make you look up. He shoves his tongue down your throat to shut you up. Loud smacks ring out for some minutes as he hands move north and now he was teasing your nipples hard.
"You know how hard is it to hide a hard dick while I sit on throne!? If the Merchant Elder hadn't already seen it all should would have passed out!" he tells you and your laugh it no his and it ends in a moan as he let you go just to pick you up and drop you to the bed.
"You tryna play a game baby?" you ask, already wet and still horny and wanting of him. You bite your lip and groan as he throws off his shirt and spreads your legs apart.
You tease up in excitment as he crawls inbetween your legs and yanks your panties out the way.
Warnings: Smut, cursing, and dominate T'Challa. Probably some typos
Prompt: T'Challa is visiting the aunt that raised his beloved Wakandan wife in America after her parents were killed by some colonizers who were after the Wakandan technology that her family possessed. Her ex man decides to pay a visit.
Here I am. In my old house with T'Challa, My sister, my brother, and my aunt. "T'Challa did you really have to come along?" He looked at me with a smirk. "Of course I did (Y/N). You've met my family, but I've never even seen any of your family other than your brother and sister." I thought for a moment. "Well good luck meeting my parents. Colonizers killed them." I said rather calmly. "I'm well aware love. But you got your revenge, yes?" I frowned. "Well duh. Them motherfuckers killed my mama." My sister (S/N) walked past with a box in her hands. "(Y/N) your ghetto is showing." She smiled and walked out of the living room. I rolled my eyes. My auntie came in and sat down in the recliner. "You guys never told me how you met!" I smiled. "Well. You know how I have super human abilities and what not? Well I was with the avengers and Tony dragged me out of the comfort of my bed and introduced me to this guy in a cat suit. I didn't like him at first, but we eventually started talking... which led to friendship.. which led to best friendship...Which led to kissing-" "Which led to fucking." My older brother walked in and sat down. "Yup. The fuck came before the first date auntie." Someone rang the doorbell and my auntie left to answer as T'Challa went back to playing with my curls. When she came back into the living room my heart sank into my stomach. It was Tyrone. Yes. The Tyrone that left me for a lying snow bunny. I quickly grabbed T'Challa's hand and Oyoke escorted us up to my old room. "Who was that love?" I shut the door behind me and locked it. "Remember when we first met and I said that I'd never fall in love again? Well he is the reason why." T'Challa sat down and pulled me into his lap. "Do you want to talk about it dear?" I straddled his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. "No. I wanna talk about why I haven't been dicked down in two weeks." He must have gotten the message because he soon began to strip both his and my clothes off. Within seconds I was riding him like there was no tomorrow. "Mmm~ You are so tight my Queen~" Just as it was getting good there was a knock on my door. "Come back- Fuck~ Later!" They knocked again. "(Y/N) get out here. Now." It was my auntie. Damn. I got off of T'Challa and put on my black robe with red monogramming. I walked out and shut the door behind me so T'Challa isn't exposed. My auntie walked away and Tyrone stepped in front of me. "Baby I want you back. I've been waiting for you to come back to town." I rolled my eyes. "Boy you lost your chance when you left me for that wannabe." He grabbed my hands. "(Y/N) please. I shouldn't have listened to her. Deep down I knew that you didn't cheat." I scoffed. "Nah you hit me with the 'equal opportunities' so I just left. I am happy and in love and I'm a motherfucking soon to be queen. You and her can kiss my ass." I turned on my heels and went back in my room, closing and locking the door only to see that T'Challa was listening. "Well. That went well. He doesn't seem to get the memo, so I'm going to show him just who you belong to." I tilt my head slightly. "And how will you do tha-" He grabbed me and pinned me face down, ass up to the bed. "Who does this belong to~?" He smacked my ass, causing it to jiggle. "You.." He did it again, but this time he thrusted into me, making moan out in pleasure. "I said. Who does this belong to~?" He thrusted at a quick pace, groping my behind tightly. "Y-You T'Challa~!" I cried out. He let out a deep and sexy chuckle as he pounded into my tightness. "You feel so good My Queen~" He leaned down and kissed at my neck, bringing his free hand up to my hair to grip it. I let out a moany whine. "T'Challa I just got it done~!" He began to thrust faster. "I do not care at the moment~ I can always get it redone for you my love~" He thrusted into a certain spot too many times and sent me over the edge. I came all over him, but he was still going. "I missed doing this with you~ I apologize for being so rare as of late~" I would normally say that he shouldn't worry about it, but he's making up for it right now. "It's ah~ It's~" I couldn't even get my sentence out because he had turned my head towards him and kissed me as he came. He slid his tongue into my mouth and rode out his orgasm. "Mmph~" He pulled out and laid down beside me, holding me close.
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Hiya! My name is sunflower and welcome to whatever this is... if you have any request go right ahead and tell me bout them. And if you know any good fic with the black panther characters go ahead and tell me cause why not...okay thanks bye. :0
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"Hey babe." You smiled walking into his chambers. You always loved the grandness of his room from the huge portrait of him to the beautiful view right outside his room.
"Hi Uthando..." He sighed at his desk rearranging his files.
Recently, T'challa has been really busy with the responsibilities of being a king. Ever since that huge battle with Erik, many people have been questioning if he was suitable. So every day for that past few weeks, he has been trying to prove his worth.
He gave a distant exhale and turned in his seat.
"How's it been going?" you asked sitting on his bed petting at the space next to you. He gave a gloomy look and walked over to the bed.
"Stressed..." he lightly chuckled rubbing the lines on his forehead. You lightly massaged his back as he stared off. You nodded knowing how hard and determined he has been working. As you rubbed his back, you two sat in a comfortable silence.
"Y/n?" he asked shrugging your hand off.
"Yes dear?" you asked kind of shocked with his far-off attitude but you really couldn't blame him.
"Am I a good king?" he asked, his breath hitching. "Am I a good boyfriend?" he asked sniffing.
Your face dropped as you heard those words escape his mouth. The sadness in his voice... the drop of his shoulders... his eyes never reaching your graze.
"T'challa... T'challa look at me..." you sadly whispered placing your thumb at his chin turning his head. His eyes were almost over filling with tears.
"You're an outstanding king T'challa." You smiled kissing away the soft flowing tears from his cheeks.
"You are literally like the best thing Wakanda and I have ever had..." you laughed placing your hands on his chest. "As for the boyfriend thing... don't get me started..." you snickered.
"You make my day just by being in the room. I could give a huge list but the best feature is your kisses."
He lightly smiled at the liveliness of your voice but his face dropped again. You weren't even thinking but as soon as you saw his face change you attacked him into a kiss. For a moment, the kiss surprised him but he quickly caught on. You, suddenly crazing his lips, kissed hungrily. You pulled away from the kiss and lightly pushed him down into his king sized bed. You slipped off his shirt from his broad shoulders as he lifted your shirt over your head and slipped off your leggings leaving you in your underwear and bra.
"I love you." You whispered as his kisses became more aggressive.
"Say it again." He whimpered as you started to crawl on his lap and his hands reached around your waist.
"I love you." You moaned into his mouth. He took that opportunity to slip his tongue. Your tongues started to battle for dominance but of course, T'challa won. With that, he slowly tried to switch places so that his was on top. But you pushed him back down causing him to give you a confused look. You snarled narrowing your eyes then painfully started grinding on him. He loudly moaned and closed his eyes out and reached for your hips which caused you to stop. He softly let out a frustrated sigh and opened his eyes slightly with his mouth cracked open making you shiver. You attacking his neck making him jump.
You harshly sucked and kissed his neck and slowly made your way down to his chest leaving bite marks and hickies all over so everyone could see that he belonged to you.Satisfied with your work you made you way back up to T'challa's face. You slowly kissed him again making your movements slower. T'challa looked up at you with curious eyes as you pulled away from him.
"What's wrong?" he asked concerned.
"You're just perfect, that's all." You giggled running your hands through his hair. He watched as your hands messed with his hair rubbed his soft brown skin.
"I love your eyes..." you said kissing his temple.
"I love your little cute cheeks." You kissed both of his cheeks.
"I love you lips and that cute little curl they make when you smile..." you whispered deeply kissing his lips making his smirk into it. "There it is!" you laughed pulling away to admire it. "
" I love your moans to, they're sexy..." you loudly laughed causing him to blush.
"Stop it." He mumbled swatting you away, but you continued.
"I love your chest." You said running your hands up and down his chest. He watched your every move.
" I love your belly. It's so squishy and soft." You poked at his stomach making him laugh and push your hand away. You slowly went down to his lower area and unbuckled his pants.
"I love your legs. Very tall." You commented as you pulled his pants down. "I adore you... My king." You whispered the last part causing his heart to beat faster. You reached your head towards his tight underwear and started to palm him. He loudly moaned causing you to go faster and make his dick harden at very touch.
"Ah~ please stop teasing." He breathed out bucking his hips for more. You held his hips down as you took off his underwear and stared at the his huge dick. You started to pump it slowly getting low grunts from him. And quickly began to fasten your pace.
"Y/n I'm close~" he puffed out trying to lift his hips. You then stopped your movements and put all of him inside your mouth. He let out a loud and husky groan and moved his hands into your hair. He urged you to continue and pushed your head further and grabbed the hair out of your face as you did your work. After a few licks and bobs up and down his thighs began to spam warning you he was about to come.
"I'm about to-" he didn't finish when he came into your mouth. You swallowed it all with a smirk and licked to remains that were around your mouth, on your hand and winked at him. You grabbed some tissues to clean up a bit and handed T'challa a new pair of under wear. You put on one of his shirts that he had gotten in Oakland and sat next to him on the bed wait for a response. Still fazed, he only stared at you smiling.
"I- I love you." He said out of breath, still amazed by what just happened. "I love you so much my queen." He smiled grabbing your arm and cuddling you.
"Ew. Coodies." You laughed trying to swirl away from his grip. He hugged your waist and hid his face in the crook of your neck. "Do you at least feel better?" you asked playing with his hair.
"Mmmh." He nodded kissing your neck while rubbing you back. "I love you." He said muffled by your skin.
"I love me too." You said patting his back making him laugh
Pairing: T’Challa x Reader
Words: 1,248
A/N: Ugh I just *clenches fist* fucking love that smol angry king so goddamn much. Here’s some cute fluffies and I hope you’re feeling better, darling!
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“Well if you ask me-” You began as you brought the blankets of your bed up to your chin.
“Which I did not.” Said T’Challa as he finished trying to get dressed, chuckling at your ability to be this incorrigible so early in the day. He was walking around your spacious bedroom in his boxer shorts, looking for his pair of pants and a button up shirt. Unbeknownst to him, you hid them just for the sole purpose of making him walk around in his skivvies for a little bit until he gave up and turned his search to the closet. Your plan was working fabulously and you were enjoying your view.
“I think you should stay here and take care of me.” You said, with a pouty huff at the end of your sentence.
“What in the world are you talking about?” He asked, looking at how seemingly fine you appeared to be.
“I’m sick, couldn’t you tell? Listen to this.” You let out the most inauthentic cough in the world followed by a flutter of puppy dog eyes. “See? Obviously I must have caught some sort of bug.”
“Could it be just a little bug? Maybe some fresh air would do you good?” He suggested as he walked by the bed and you reached out to grab his hand, pulling him back to you.
“I can’t, I’ve got vertigo too. If I move too much I could pass out, or worse.” You said in a grave tone of voice. “That’s why I need you here, with me, in case I collapse. Otherwise who would recover my dead body?” You held up the covers and T’Challa sank into them.
“You know, I will be King someday.” He said, still not fighting back as you enveloped him in your blanket cave.
“Yeah and you never let me forget it.” You said as you rolled your eyes at the man you adored. No matter what, he’d never stop being your first and only love despite his impending title.
“Which means,” he continued as he cuddled up to you some more, “that I only have so much time left to just be your husband and nothing more. I’ll let my security chief know that my presence is needed here, with my wife as she recovers from her ‘maladies’.” He put the last word in air quotes and you slapped them away before taking his face in your hands and kissing him softly on the lips.
“Are you serious though? You’ll take the day off and stay with me?” You asked in disbelief. He had been so stressed about the Sokovia Accords lately and you had hardly seen him at all. Your father in law had been keeping him busy that you had seen him so little in the past few weeks. This would mark the first day that you had him all to yourself.
“Of course, what kind of King would I be if I didn’t take time to attend to my most loyal subject?”
“Loyal subject? You do realize that when you become King T’Challa, I’ll be Queen Y/N, don’t you?” You said and smirked at his sudden look of uneasiness.
“I…suppose you are correct.” He said, an inquisitive look on his face.
“Yeah and I’m going to be a malevolent ruler!” You stood up in your pajama shorts and tank top, pointing to the sky with one hand on your hip. “Our enemies will cower before us and this land will flourish under our new regime!”
T'Challa reached up and tickled you in the side in the middle of your tirade. Instantly, you fell into a heap of uncontrollable giggles as he continued to tickle you. Tears were streaming down your eyes from laughing so hard and he laughed along with you. Soon enough, your tickle fest turned into a pillow fight. Try as you did, T'Challa outfought you and the entire room was covered in feathers as they floated down. A few of them landed in your hair and T'Challa lovingly picked a few of them out as you moved to straddle his waist.
“You will make a brilliant Queen someday. Feared by many and loved by more.” He nuzzled your neck and sent the butterflies in your stomach into a crazy flutter.
“You better believe it.” You said, hands on your hips with a knee on either side of hips.
“Especially when you are no longer ill.” He said, smiling wide at how “sick” you still were. You slowly slid off his lap with a sheepish look on your face at his words.
“I really am sick, y'know?” You said, pushing your bottom lip out in a cute little pout and crossing your arms.
“What’s causing you so much distress, Y/N?” He asked, pulling more feathers from your hair and pushing it behind your ears.
“I don’t know. I don’t really feel quite like myself lately.” It was true. As of late, you had been having trouble getting into your usual routine. Something felt off and you hadn’t wanted to tell him, but it was starting to worry you. Your fears were confirmed when you saw the worry begin to cloud his eyes.
“You’ll need to see a doctor at once.” He said, suddenly very serious as he frowned at you.
“No! I can go to the doctor any time, but right now, I’ve finally got you to myself.” You held him in place as he had started getting out of bed again. It wasn’t your intention to worry him any more than he already was, but you figured he ought to know if you really weren’t feeling well.
“Has it really been that long since we last spent any time together?” He asked more to himself, but you still nodded your head yes.
“At least a week or two. I know you’re busy and your father needs you, but so do I.” You felt guilty just saying it. He never meant to ignore you on purpose and while the small snippets that you’ve seen him between meetings are better than nothing, you still craved quality time with your husband.
“My father only asks what is necessary of me as Prince of Wakanda. Sometimes that includes sacrificing my time with you.” He said, head hung a little low as he acknowledged the unfortunate truth.
“T'Challa, there’s a lot going on and I should be one less thing for you to worry about, but I miss you. All I’m saying is that a little more time with you would make this so much easier for the both of us.”
“I know you do and I need you too. Once the accords are signed, I give you my word as future King Of Wakanda-no, as your husband that I will make time for you.” He said, holding your hands firmly in his.
“Now was that so hard?” You asked rhetorically, grinning from ear to ear and surprised that your plan to keep him home actually worked.
“It certainly was not,” he said, leaning in to kiss you, “but there is something else we have been neglecting.”
“And what’s that?” You asked, smiling into your kiss.
“Producing an heir.” He whispered sensually.
“You could not be more correct,” You said, hastily ripping your tank top off, “we have been shirking our responsibilities as future rulers of this great country.”
“We have a lot of time to make up for, my queen, we shouldn’t waste any more.”
