prompt ↬ t’challa is bored and you look good in that skirt.
warnings ↬ smut oop, fingering, there’s a vibrator!
T’Challa loves his family and his friends. They’re a blessing to him, and he’s blessed to have such loyal, trustworthy people by his side. By sometimes, the things they talk about bore him to death.
“And he laughed and laughed, but I just sat there and stared at him! And then he just shut up, and it was hilarious!” Shuri yelled which had everyone, including you laughing. T’Challa didn’t even know what his little sister was going on about.
His eyes had been trained on you the entire night. You had been wearing a skirt gifted from a citizen—a simple black skirt with a pattern throughout it, the side of it having a zipper up to the top of your thigh to help take the skirt off. The skirt showed off the skin of your chocolate legs that moved perfectly whenever you walked, and hugged the swell of your ass that T’Challa’s eyes never left when he made his way behind you.
So, because of you deciding that pretty piece of fabric on this morning, he spent his time with you. After minutes of kissing and your hands between each other’s legs, he slipped a vibrator inside of you—a mini thing that would vibrate whenever you talked. That’s why you were quiet the entire day, except for whenever you asked questions. It would excite him each time he saw your body tremble next to his.
“So Y/N, guess what he said?!” Shuri asked you, a bright smile on your face and your lips curled as you shook your head, giggling a little bit. “C’mon, I’m sure you know it! Just guess!”
“Just tell us!” you said, your hips bucking up slightly as the vibrator buzzed with each word that left your lips. Shuri scoffed, going back to her conversation.
“No, let her guess.” T’Challa spoke up, his hand making it way to the zipper of your skirt, pulling it down. “What do you think he said, Y/N?”
Your eyes widened a little as his warm hand slipped between your thighs, cupping the flesh of your thigh, kneading it. “She’s going to tell us. I don’t need to guess.”
He grinned, feeling your thigh clench underneath his hand. Shuri rolled her eyes at the both of you and quickly went back to talking as your hand wrapped tightly around his wrist.
“What the hell are you doing?!” you whisper yelled, your cheeks swelling when you felt his fingers squeeze your clit through your panties, fingers digging in the skin of his wrist. He grinned.
“Nothing.” he said back, scooting himself closer as his hand eased itself underneath your panties, his fingers collecting your slick. Your bit down on your teeth to stop yourself from moaning.
“I would love a skirt like that as well,” Nakia’s voice rang out, causing you to look up. “Where did you get it?”
“Just a citizen.” you smiled, wanting to cry as the male beside you took out the vibrator and let it ring against your clit.
“Oh, really? Do you know where they got it from?”
“Well, no, they um—“ you sucked in a breath as you felt T’Challa’s finger slide into your hole, pressing the vibrator tighter against you, a signal of him telling you to keep talking. “It was a gift. But it is lovely, isn’t it?”
“Indeed.” she chuckled and you had to force yourself to look down, your face twisting into one of pleasure as he pushed the finger all the way inside of you, giving you the stretch you so desperately needed all day. His knuckles pressed against your sex as he pushed that finger in deeper, deeper, deeper-
“My Queen, are you okay?” you looked up at being addressed and you wished everyone would stop asking you questions. “You seem a bit… out of it.”
“I’m fine,” you had to force your voice to sound as normal as possible, but you squeaked, the vibrator against your clit and T’Challa fingering you being a bit too much for you to talk nervously.
The person across from you squinted his eyes and T’Challa adds another finger, jerking them out but quickly pushing them back inside of you. After being teased by the vibrator all day, his fingers are nothing but relief, but you have to control yourself and give the male across from you a small smile.
“You’re doing so well, Princess,” T’Challa whispers in your ear. “Do you want me to let you come? Think you deserve it?”
Your eyes press shut as you nod, still holding his wrist, pushing yourself up against his fingers. He chuckles, adding yet another finger and pressing a particular button on the vibrator that turns it on fully. You shove food in your mouth to shut up your mouths and you see stars once you finally orgasm, body jerking slightly, surprised that nobody seemed to spot what the two of you were up to.
You let out a small sigh as his fingers slide up to you, lifting your head to meet eyes with Shuri who shakes her head disapprovingly at you. Your cheeks swell again.
Bubblegum Universe 