Erik Killmonger x Reader (Rated R)
A/N: the 3rd and last one i swear request something else lmao something....saucy
“Erik...” you moaned his name, grasping at the sheets underneath you. Your toes curled behind his back, your legs wrapped around him as your hips met with every thrust.
You brought your hand up to your chest, your breasts bouncing as he fucked you so savagely, not bothering to stop and take a break. No. This man was strong. He can keep on going. And you wouldn’t have in any other way.
“Y/N....” he growled, watching you tease yourself with his eyes, dark with lust.
You arched your back, your body almost gyrating with so much pleasure his deep delicious thrusts gave you. Propping yourself up with your elbows you pushed yourself up, meeting his lips, chuckling darkly as you bit his bottom lip. Erik didn’t complain. Instead he retaliated by flipping you over on your stomach and taking you roughly from behind.
It was music, the groaning and moaning from sex. The room was filled with it and the two of you were lost.
“You haven’t given me an answer, Y/N.” He watched you as he leaned back on the massive headboard. You were sitting by the foot of the bed, the blankets covering your naked body. It was always like this. You were afraid that if you were near Erik, you wouldn’t resist from wanting to touch him even after sex. Cuddling with him? That would be preposterous. Besides, he doesn’t seem to want to anyway.
“It’s been almost a week, babygir—“
“We can’t keep doing this, Your majesty.” You blurted out, not looking him in the eye.
“So it’s ‘your majesty’ now, huh.” You heard him say, his voice that same deep velvety sound your ears will never get used to.
“Erik....” you said, looking up at him, only to find that he was already next to you.
“What?” He asked, staring into your eyes, his face emotionless but you can tell he’s not playing in that moment.
You gulped, mustering up all the courage in you. “I don’t want to be queen.”
He chuckled, no humor in it. “Still defying me.”
“Come on. You honestly can’t expect me to run a country with you? With the new ideals that you’re pushing into this country. I love Wakanda already and you’re trying to change it.”
“Not this again.” He rolled his eyes. “Look, the Wakanda you knew before was built on lies and selfishness. I’m trying to save even more of my people. The ones with no protection outside our borders. The ones who struggle everyday because of who they are.” His voice have gotten louder now.
“You’re going to start a war with the weapons you’re sending out.” You told him. “I....I don’t want to rule by your side.”
Erik was dumbfounded. Those weren’t the words he wanted to here. And as much as he denied it, they hurt him deeply. He shook his head and pressed his lips together. Getting up from the bed and putting on his pants, he marched out of the room, clearly pissed.
But before he closed the door behind him, Erik turned to you and warned you.
“I’ll make you say yes, Y/N. I won’t stop. No matter what I have to do.”
“Y/N.” Okoye’s voice was low.
“No. I won’t take it. You are the General of the Dora Milaje. Not me.”
“It’s an order from the throne. And none of you can refuse.” Erik’s smirk was taunting you as he sat arrogantly from his chair in the throne room.
“You are not my King.” You told him, every bit of poisonous hatred in your body projected in your tone.
“General Y/N.” One of the elders in the council turned to you. You stepped back.
“That’s not my title, my lord.” You said.
“Okay.” Erik shrugged nonchalantly, as if any of the topics in this meeting was nothing. “So you refuse the title of General? Good to know.”
Okoye tried to say something but was interrupted. “Your majesty, we don’t thi—“
“Be Queen, then.” Erik announced. All eyes were on him suddenly. “You can choose. Be General....or be my Queen.”
You glared at him. He knew you respected Okoye and Ayo and any other members of the Dora too much to just take over their titles and have control over them. They were family to you. You’d be stealing Okoye’s title without having to work for it. You didn’t deserve it.
“My King,” Okoye’s voice declared, speaking not just to Erik, but to the whole council representing the tribes of Wakanda. “I will step down.”
You looked at your general, shocked and with much disbelief.
Erik clapped his hands once, the echo loud across the room. “Perfect. What’ll it be, sweetheart?” He grinned at you, knowing full well he won again.
But you couldn’t do that to them. To Okoye.
So you held your head high and dropped your spear on the ground. The loud clash of vibranium metal colliding with the floor echoed across the throne room mixed with gasps from the council and some of the Dora Milaje.
You didn’t say anything else. You just looked at Erik and turned around, marching out of there after you just threw your life away.
“Y/N. Come back here!” Erik shouted from his throne. You heard him even as you made your way into the halls and to your room.
Tears threatened to fall but you were a warrior. You didn’t let them no matter how painful it was. No matter how tight your chest got.
“Will you explain to me what the fuck you just did?”
You stopped taking off the armor you no longer had the privilege of wearing midway, finding Erik in your room.
“You were an idiot for making me choose.” You said, moving to your closet to pack whatever you need. Just enough to get away.
“I did what I had to do. I warned you.”
“Making me general?! What were you thinking?”
He glared, closing the distance between the two of you in a couple strides. His hands immediately going yo to your arms, pressing you against the wall in a fit of anger, trapping you there.
“Be careful, Y/N. You belong to me.” He growled.
“I don’t want to be your queen, Erik!” You shouted, feeling so much emotion in you, you couldn’t even begin to think straight.
With that outburst, you expected a similar reaction from him. Maybe even a louder one.
You watched him as he shook his head, looking down in defeat. Not unlike the arrogant new king you watched for the past few days. Your heart hurt seeing him like this.
“Just shut up, Y/N.” He said, looking at you, anger in his face. But he stayed still. A strange calmness in his fury. “You haven’t, not once, told the truth. Especially to yourself. I know. I know how you feel because it’s the same thing that I feel. I didn’t ask you to be queen just for shits. I asked you because I wanted you beside me the whole time. I.....I love you, dammit. And I’m not gonna lie, your words are a fucking stab to my gut, Y/N.......Do you not want me?”
You stilled. Your mind adjusting to what he just said. You didn’t expect that. Not at all.
But now that it was out there, where you know, you let yourself go.
Tears flowed and your sobs were muffled when Erik suddenly pulled you into his chest, his strong arms wrapping themselves around you, holding you tight. Keeping you safe.
He didn’t say anything while you wept. When you calmed down, he pulled away, looking down at you with a soft smirk.
“Of course, I want you, you fuck.” You chuckled, sniffling as you gave his chest a light smack. “You’re a cocky son of a bitch but you’re right. I want this just as much as you.”
“So why didn’t you just agree with me, baby? Why didn’t you just be my queen?” He asked, now smiling as his fingers touched your face, wiping away tears.
“You were going to start a war, Erik.” You said, shaking your head. “I don’t want to see you so over your head with the thought of revenge that you won’t see what you’ll do to Wakanda and the rest of the world. There are better, more peaceful ways to resolve all of this. I just....need you to understand.”
He listened to you. Of course he knew you were right. Especially about the part where his mind was clouded with only the thought of revenge.
His eyes widened, however, when he realized that it wasn’t like before.
Now, he has thoughts of you shining a light where it was dark. He has you.
“Fucking hell, Y/N. You realize what you just did, babygirl?” He asked you, grinning widely as he hugged you tight again.
“You just saved Wakanda. And more importantly, me.” He smiled down at you, his lips only inches away. “Thank you, my Queen.”
