T’challa x Reader (Rated R)
Requested: heck no but there i go, writing black panther smut
A/N: i wanted to okay. don’t blame me
She gasped, suddenly sitting up and catching her breath. Shuri looked up from her work station and saw Y/N up and awake.
“Y/N! You woke up!” Shuri ran up to the table where she just sat up from. “How are you feeling? My brother will be so glad you’re up.”
“Wait, Shuri. What…..what happened?” Y/N asked, trying to rack her brain figuring out how she got in Wakanda. She remembered the fight back in South Korea, where she was assigned with Ross to capture Klaue. There they ran into T’challa, Okoye and Nakia where the three Wakandans helped bring Klaue in to interrogate him. Last thing she recall was an explosion.
“They brought you in 5 days ago. You were almost dying. Agent Ross, too but he’s healed now. You’re injury was much worse. You almost never made it.” Shuri explained, showing her the record of her injuries on one of the screens inside the lab.
Y/N furrowed her brows. 5 days ago. She was basically dead for 5 days. “Shuri. I don’t know how to thank you enough.” She said.
Shuri waved her off with a shy smile. “It’s not like I had a choice. My brother threatened to marry me off to M’baku if I don’t save you.”
“He wouldn’t dare.” Y/N chuckled.
Shuri reached forward to give Y/N a hug. “Welcome back to Wakanda.” She told her old friend. “I’ll be back in a moment.”
When Shuri left, Y/N stood up and walked towards a mirror. She was wearing a flowy dress with beautiful Wakandan designs. Unbuttoning the top, she saw scars across her chest and probably more down towards her torso. The explosion must have gotten in direct contact with her. Not even the most advanced technology can remove scars from a severe injury.
Someone spoke from behind her. She turned around and saw T’challa.
“You woke up.” He whispered, relief evident in his face.
She nodded, smiling softly at him. “I’m alive.”
He said nothing else but rushed towards her, his arms wrapping around her waist pulling her close to him as his lips met hers in a fervent need.