Marvel and DC Imagines

Jerk (T'Challa Udaku x Reader)

T'challa frowned as he got out of the shower.

Something wasn't right in his opinion.

It's seems too quiet.

His white light drapes suddenly flew as if a freak windstorm just decided to happen.

T'challa didn't even had time to get into position when he was tackled to the floor.

His coal black eyes met sparkling e/c eyes.

Ah, here's the disturbance he was looking for.

"I knew it was too quiet." T'challah mused.

She grinned, still on his bar chest.

His towel and her flimsy white dress separated them.

"Do you mind?" He asked, looking at his towel.

"But I like this position." She pouted jokingly.

T'challa picked her up by the waist as she squirmed.

When he set her down, he walked over to his closet full of clothes.

T'challa and Y/N where friends even though they where practically opposites.

She was loud, bold, spontaneous. He was quiet, tense, and conservative.

"All I ask is privacy." He muttered, looking at his selection of shirts.

"That's not going to happen." She sang, peeking over his shoulder.

Her finger pointed at a crisp white shirt. "I like that one."

T'challa ignored her and chose a baby blue polo.

Then, moved on to the pants.

"Jeans or..." He trailed off.

"Sweats." She said.

"Jeans it is."

She crossed her arms, frowning.

"Well, excuse me, you highness," She scoffed, "I'm sorry I made all the wrong choices."

"You don't decided what I wear." He replied.

"You asked me!"

"No, I was taking to myself." He had a sly smirk on his face As he looked through his boxers.

Her hand grabbed a pair of white ones and shoved it in his face.

"Here." She said.

He rolled his eyes with a smile on her face.

"Bossy."

"Rude."

"Bitch."

"That hurts," She said, putting her hand over her collarbone.

"That's your collarbone." He said.

And he disappeared behind the bathroom door.

"Jerk."

"I heard that!"