Killmonger x Reader Smut | Part One
It was nightfall as you stepped upon the weathered apartment pavement, digging about your purse for the room key. Everything seemed to be in there: Gum wrappers, medication bottles, old pamphlets. Hands trembling from exhaustion, you managed to find the carbon steel key at the very bottom. Quickly tossing out the garbage you’d been carrying with you in a nearby trash bin, you then entered the key into the lock of the door. Hearing the sound of the lock’s mechanisms click, your eyes closed, inhaling deeply before entering your room. “….”
It was a modest living space with three rooms. It had all you needed: a large couch, a decent tv, a clean bathroom, a humble kitchen, and a queen mattress in the bedroom. You’d become accustomed to the plain upholstery that filled the rooms. But something –a figure– sat on the couch that usually wasn’t there.
“Where were you?” A voice called out to you.
A lamp was clicked on, the sudden break in silence startling you, jumping slightly. The light revealed a man carelessly reclined sitting with his legs wide apart, supporting his head up with one hand and resting his free arm on the back of the couch. His upper abdomen was clad in armour, its thick plates resting upon his chest. You couldn’t help but notice his lean composition through the tight yet thin fabric of his long sleeved azure top. With slight embarrassment, you looked away.
“Out. I was out and YOU need to be OUT.” There was a particular harshness in your voice. He tilted his head and lifted a brow; such a tone prompted him to stand, approaching you. His thick black boots fell heavy agaisnt the wooden flooring with each step. He now towered over you, all six feet of him. “Oh is that right? Who gone make me leave?” He smirked. He was always stubborn: it irritated you and he knew that. You had begun to rush pass him before you felt your back abruptly collide against the wall, your purse falling to the floor. His armored chest sat nearly an inch from your face, brawn arms imprisoning you against the wall. It hadn’t hurt but the sudden force alone left you breathless.
“Erik! Erik, you need to leave,” your voice was weak and breathy. “I don’t even want to see your FACE right now, go…gooo!” Hands against his chest, your attempt to push him away was in vain. “Oh, so you gone push me?! So what’s up with this lil’ attitude or whatever? Huh? I’m talking to yo-” Cutting him off you replied, “HER! I saw you kissing that heifa, Erik, don’t play stupid with me.” A subtle scowl rested on his face. Then out of the blue, he broke out in loud exuberant laughter as though you were a comedian.
“Shawt, you over here mad about some stupid shit. She is just–,” he paused momentarily, “well, she WAS just a pawn. You know damn well you ain’t even got to worry about her.” A pawn. She was just a pawn. It wasn’t new to you that Erik was willing to take any measures to secure his plans. But seeing his lips on another woman hurt. It made your stomach churn at the thought of it. You exhaled before a small cut on his right shoulder caught your attention. You pondered whether it was even worth arguing with. Finally you gave up: it just wasn’t worth it. Slipping out of his hold as he lowered his guard, you began to go to the kitchen. “You’ve got a cut on your shoulder. I know I got some bandaids in this drawer somewhere.” Erik had other plans, his hand now grasped around your wrist. “Nah, keep that shit, that’s not the healing I’m looking for.” Erik let out a low growl, his voice was now low and sensual. Then, you suddenly felt full warm lips travel from behind your ear and down your neck. Erik was hungry, each of his kisses sounded sharp and wet. “Erik, wait. I-I, you know I got work tomorrow. Quit, Erik. You’re gonna give me a hickey. Erik…” You trailed off, your breathes becoming more short and shallow. Erik wrapped his arms around your waist, chuckling with satisfaction as you became butter in his hands.
After ten minutes of kisses, Erik lifted you off of your feet to take you to the bedroom. Throwing you on the bed, Erik began to remove his clothes. He tossed the armor aside and slipped his shirt over his head, tossing it aside too. The dim lights of the bedroom drew attention to his tawny brown complexion and well sculpted figure. Those muscles flexed with even the most subtle of movements, driving you to bite your lip at the sight of it all. “Take them clothes off. Take these panties off too,”Erik demanded with passive desperation in his tone. You pulled your shirt over your head, Erik then pulling you by the hips so that you were positioned on your back. You went to slide your panties off but he slapped your hands away, ripping the undergarment clean off your skin.
Licking his lips, Erik was drunk with ecstasy as he looked upon your bare vulnerable body. He was silent for a moment, enjoying your (enter complexion) against the russet colored sheets. Everything about your body was enticing to him – from the stretch marks to the scars – he wanted it all. “You a pretty ass motherfucker, you know that?” Erik asked as he slowly lowered his head. You closed your eyes expecting to immediately feel his tongue against your pearl. But you should’ve known better than that: Erik was a tease. Instead, you felt a foreign wet warmth against your lower legs. You open your eyes to see him planting kisses starting at your ankles. Erik went from leg to leg. His tongue slowly but surely began to travel up, progressing closer to your thighs. With strong hands resting just above the back of your knees, Erik pried your legs open. He resumed his teasing, his warm tongue and lips caressing the sensitive inner skin of your thighs.
“Bastard, always teasing me…” you breathed. “I like to take my time with my food, baby girl,” Erik chuckled mischievously. Erik alternated between his thumb and middle finger, lightly running his fingers across your pearl. “This a pretty muthafucka. I’m feeling it. You know I gotta have what I’m feeling…” You arched your back almost simultaneously as Erik tasted your sweet spot. His tongue and lips engulfed, flicked, and grazed your clitoris. Sometimes he would tease the skin of your clitoris with his gold adorned teeth, nibbling and pulling the skin. You felt your legs becoming weaker and weaker, moaning in sync with each lick. Because of all of this, you experienced a shock of pleasure and your legs quivered before you nearly closed your thighs. “Mm mm, no, keep them legs open,” Erik lifted his lips from your pussy briefly. The hood rogue gave attention to your vulva too, dragging his tongue from it and back up to your clitoris. You just couldn’t help but try to close your legs as the pleasure grew. “Keep em’ open!” he shouted, now resting his weight on your thighs to prevent them from shutting. “You hard headed as hell. When I tell you to keep them legs open, I mean it” Erik said in a nasty snarl.
“AH GOD. Er-Erik!” just before you thought your moans would get louder and your body weaker, he stopped.
Lifting your head, you watched as he stood unbuckling his belt, rubbing yourself to maintain the pleasurable sensation.
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