As He Wished.

As he wished.

T’Challa Udaku.

requested: yes - Oh! I don’t know if you do songfic requests but if you do, would you mind doing an Erik or T'Challa fic based off the song ‘Good Man’ by Ne-Yo? I keep smiling at the thought of Erik or T'Challa in a meeting and putting it on hold when they see their lover is calling. - @wakanda-inspired (I couldn’t tag you)

synopsis: t’challa really misses you at his meeting, even though he has just come back from your honeymoon and you were just sleeping together

author’s note: i didn’t know what to do with this one @wakanda-inspired. i’m so sorry but i really wanted to give you something.

warning: Brief Depiction of Nudity, Implied Themes Of A Sexual Nature, Poor Editing

Papers lay strewn over the black vibranium table in the official boardroom of the royal palace of the Golden City. A new session of government was to begin in two weeks and T’Challa was ready for it to end already. His honeymoon had just finished one week ago and he was more than willing and ready to go back to the arms of his wife and his bed. 

He was craving the scent of his wife and the blissful comfort of having no demands made of him, other than his wife’s moans for more pleasure.

“My king? King T’Challa?” The river tribe leader leans over the table, attempting to catch his attention.

T’Challa blinks out of his reverie quickly and clears his throat, “Yes, sir?” He puts his index finger against his temple, barely hiding his disinterest.

“We must discuss further the funding for the dam for the river because if we are to receive further tourists we must have the water controlled further.” The tribe leader speaks emotively and T’Challa feels the inklings of a migraine in his temples.

“Of course and we will—“ T’Challa begins, with his eyes focused on the river tribe leader.

“But we must also think about the money for the border tribe’s extension of the…” the border tribe leader trails off his sentence, his lips quickly becoming stationary as T’Challa sends him a stern look.

“As I was saying,” T’Challa resumes as the border tribe leader clears his throat, “Of course the finances for the dam will be cleared. You’ll be pleased to know that I have already sent a proposal draft to my assistant who will then forward it to the minister of the treasury. And then, you shall hopefully accept the proposal.” T’Challa nods to the river tribe leader and he nods his head slowly in compliance.

“That would be most appreciated.” The tribe leader begins a speech about how good the great king T’Challa is, but T’Challa zones out as he feels a vibration in his left pocket. He frowns as he feels his pant pocket and pulls out an iPhone.

An iPhone his wife gave him, he watches his own reflection on the screen but his wife’s name is on the screen. He smiles at the realisation that she is calling him.

“Excuse me,” he pipes up suddenly, “leaders I must ask that we have a small break from this oh so important meeting. I have an important call to take.” T’Challa doesn’t even wait for those at the table to comprehend what he has said and he stands up from the head of the table and moves briskly into the adjacent room which serves as his part-time office. 

The call ends just as he closes the door of his office. He sighs in frustration and holds the phone in his hands and looks at in confusion. He knew that accepting this phone was a mistake, outsiders’ technology can be so primal and confusing for him. He squints in absolute confusion as he attempts to make the gadget work, and his wife makes it look so easy. 

And then it rings again, just the same as before and T’Challa smiles in delight just from seeing her name on the screen. Now he’s posed with an even more confusing challenge - to answer the call. He recalls his wife answering calls from friends and imitates the motion from his memory.

A small noise indicates the answering of the call and the camera pans to his wife. 

His glorious wife, laying on her back with her glorious naked body displayed purposefully on the camera. T’Challa groans as he sees that her nipples are erect and highlighted beautifully by the sunlight in their bedroom.

“Good morning darling.” She says dreamily. She smirks when she notices that he’s wearing his formal attire, and she knows she’s interrupted something important but most importantly he’s stopped to take her call. “You left without saying good morning or telling me where you were going.” She yawns and lifts her hand to cover her mouth. 

And T’Challa bites his lip, not understanding why that when she is doing the most mundane things she can still be and look like the most desirable woman in the world. Some would say it’s just a side effect of the honeymoon stage, but he would beg to differ.

“I apologise, my love.” He coos sweetly, taking a seat on his chair behind his vibranium desk. “I couldn’t wake you from such a deep sleep, you seemed quite tired.” He places the phone down on his phone stand. He leans forward on his elbows and sighs in contentment.

She chuckles, “And who’s fault is that?” She smirks and rolls over on the bed. T’Challa shrugs with a giggle and she huffs. “Well, I assume you were in a meeting?”

He nods, with a solemn expression, remembering the dull meeting he was in. “Yes, my darling I was.” He interlocks his fingers in front of his face and sighs.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to that then.” She rolls over again and goes back to laying on her back, and T’Challa dreams of physically being on top of her, and not just watching her on a screen. 

Her divine body was so close, yet so far. “No, my love, you must have something else to tell me.” He pleads, attempting to waste time so that the meeting time will end and he’ll be able to go back to her - physically.

She shakes her head and smiles, “No, I have nothing else to say.” She chuckles, understanding what he’s doing. 

“Well, what was the first thing you thought about this morning, my love.” He pipes up suddenly causing her to open her sleepy eyes.

“You.” She chortles. “Now, goodbye King T’Challa.” She waves goodbye at him, and his heart flutters at the sweet expression on her face.

“I’ll see you in a moment Queen y/n.” He sighs and she switches off the call. 

He stands promptly and heads back into the meeting room, only to be stopped by his assistant.

“Your majesty, I regret to inform that the meeting has to have been adjourned,” The man speaks quietly as T’Challa’s eyes pan over the meeting room noticing that only the mining tribe leader is left around the table, but she is only gathering her documents with her own assistant. “It seems that the river tribe leader and the border tribe are not able to keep their squabbles outside of the royal palace walls; so when you were in your office they had a small spat and we couldn’t keep everyone in the room.” His assistant purses his lips as he watches T’Challa pick up his scarf from the back of his chair. 

“Well isn’t that good news then.” T’Challa smiles victoriously. He places his scarf around his shoulders and pats his assistant on the shoulder. “Isn’t B’ast good?” He asks rhetorically as he leaves the room with a victorious chuckle.

And he finds himself on his way to a very sleepy wife to lay in her arms and lay in his bed as he wished.

Trevante Rhodes as Tom in Bird Box (2018)

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Trevante Rhodes as Tom

Bird Box (2018)