Black Panther HC and fanfics

It Was Just A Joke (Part 2)

Erik Killmonger x Reader

A/N: Part 2 is here y'all. I finished this a lot sooner than I thought I was, a lot of y'all asked for this and that really motivated me cause I love y'all so much. Thanks for the love y'all gave me on the first one. I hope I don't let any of y'all down. I'm not the best writer when it comes to smut and I know it's gonna be trash compared to the other writers in this fandom so Ima apologize in advance. Let me know what y'all think. And if y'all have any request you know my ask is open, so holla at ya girl. ENJOY!

Warnings: Cursing, most likely some typos and smut, duhh!

Tagged: @blue-ishx @thehomierobbstark @wakandawinning @reciluvs @nicknameiskittie @sincerelysinister  <-- Thank y'all for asking to be tagged, that really warms a cold blooded bitch heart, even tho I know ya'll only wanted to be tagged for the dick down, y'all ain't slick! 

You looked up from your hands in your lap and stared at him as he walked in through the door to your shared apartment. Your palms were a little sweaty and you rubbed them against your silk robe before you stood up to greet Erik at the door, you were just gonna play it cool and act like nothing was wrong. Your heart felt like it was gonna jump out of your glittery chest tho. "Hey daddy." You said in a low seductive tone. You went to wrap your arms around his torso but he nudged you back and shook his head. Your shoulders sagged. He was still mad. You looked over his features, just to see how mad he really was. And honestly, it looked like he had brought the heat from outside in with him. He had his brows knit together and sweat beaded along them and across his hairline. His eyes were dark as they watched you, unblinking. His full lips wore a frown that didn't fit his handsome face and man, if looks could kill you'd be one dead bitch. You thought of something you could say, another explanation that could de-escalate the situation but nothing came to mind. It felt like hours you just stood there in front of him, but really it was no more than a few seconds. A part of you thought it'd be smart to run to the bathroom and lock the door.  But your feet couldn't move for some reason, plus he'd probably break the door down to get to you. Suddenly he broke the silence. "You got a death wish?" You were a little confused by the question but shook your head in response. "Then why would you put your life at risk like that?" You were about to answer but he cut you off, his loud voice making you jump. "Can I have a side nigga?" he shook his head and laughed. "Do you know how quickly I went to grab my glock? You can't text me no shit like that? Have you lost your fucking mind?" You rolled your eyes, something that annoyed Erik so much. "It was a joke Erik!" He laughed even louder. "A joke? The only thing you must take for a joke is you and that nigga's life." He moved in closer to you, pinning you against the wall in your living room as his hand closed around your neck. He was close enough now that he could smell the perfume you sprayed, the one he loved so much. He looked down at you, his face changing as if he was so engulfed in rage that he hadn't noticed your appearance until now. He stared for a moment taking in your sweet smelling, shimmery, lace covered body.  He looked back up at you, his lips parted so you could see the gold in his mouth from his bottom grill. He dropped his hand from your neck "Oh." Was all he said at first as he back up from you. "What's all this? You thought I was gonna come in here and you was gon sweet talk a nigga outta this? " His lips were pulled back in a smirk, he was too amused by this. "Smart thinking, but no. Not this time baby. See, while you were in here doin all this, I was thinking about what I'ma do to that ass, and if you think coming up to me tryna finesse me is gonna stop me from fucking the sense that you clearly lost back into you, you dead wrong." Your heart almost stopped. Yes you planned on getting sex outta this but you knew it would be more of a workout than anything. "Now. I'm gonna take a quick shower, and when I'm done I better see you naked on that bed. " As much as you hated being bossed around you knew you were already in deep shit and adding attitude into the mix was only gonna make things worse. He walked off towards the bathroom and you made a beeline for the bedroom. To be honest, it wasn't entirely as bad as you imagined, he didn't pull a gun out on you, which was a win for you. You were about to get some good dick, yes you would be paralyzed from the waist down for a week afterward but at least you still had your life. You heard the shower start, your cue for you to start stripping. You unclipped your bra and let it drop to the floor. Your nipples hardening at the sudden cool air from the AC touched them. You shimmied out of the thong and placed the set back in the box and returned it back to its rightful spot in the back of your closet. "Until next time." You said to it before closing the closet door. You sat on the bed and waited. You grabbed your phone hoping to past the time. Unlocking your phone you found yourself back to the tweet that started all this. You clicked the like button again, unliking the tweet. "Stupid tweet getting me in trouble, I'm taking my like back." You laid back and continued to scroll through, switching different social medias from time to time until you heard the shower stop. You sat up instantly, your heart rate spiking suddenly. You placed your phone back on the nightstand and sat crisscrossed on the bed. He walked in moments later, water beading down his torso and back. He hadn't even bothered to put a fucking towel on. He shook his head, water flinging around the room from his wet dreads, and suddenly he wasn't the only one soaking wet. You couldn't stop staring at this butt ass naked man. You diddent even mind that he was dripping water all over your nice hardwood floors. You wished he walked around like this more often "Get in your position." He said outta nowhere. You knew what he meant. He had a favorite position he liked you in. Face down, ass up! A real nigga. You didn't hesitate as you crawled to the edge of the bed and got on all fours, arching your back as you lay your cheek against the cool sheets. With your ass in the air, you were on full display for him. He was behind you in seconds, grabbing your wrist and pinning them behind your back. That action alone was enough to get you moaning. You turned your head a little more to see him, a smile on his lips. He was in his element right now. He brought his tip along your warm folds and you shuddered at the sudden contact. He was playing games. You wanted him in you now, not playing with your folds. "Erik!" You said in frustration. He chuckled but continued to playwith your pussy with his tip, coating it with your juices. He ran it up and down before circling it around your swollen clit. You couldn't stop the moans escaping your lips as you buried your face in the sheets. "Take your face out the sheets and let me hear you." He demanded and you obeyed. "Tell me what you want. " His voice was low and deep and his words mixed with the feeling of him playing with you clouded your mind. "Fuck Erik... I want you, your dick... baby please." He groaned in approval of your words. In one swift motion, he was inside of you. "Ahh" you tried to bite your lip to hold back your scream. Your pussy tightened immediately around him, but before you could adjust to his size he pulled out. Your eyes widen at the lost of contact and you looked back at him, his smile was now a full-blown grin. "You fucking bastard!" you moaned before he inserted himself back into you at full force. "oh god!" you yelled into the sheet but the pleasure didn't last as he removed himself from you once again. He smacked your ass hard this time. "What did I say, I wanna hear you bitch, don't put your face back in that fucking sheet or I'm gonna stop and spank the shit out of you." He repeatedly teased you over and over, each time thrusting a little harder. He wasn't even properly fucking you but you were on the verge of an orgasm already. And he knew it. He grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to him. You knew he was done with teasing you and you were about to get the dick down you've been waiting for. He was back in you once again and this time instead of pulling out, he pushed further. His grip on your hips was sure to leave a bruise but that was completely irrelevant right now. He was pounding you in mercilessly at this point and all you could think about was how good this man felt inside of you. You dug your fingers into the sheets as your moans echoed out in the room, mixed with the slapping sounds his wet skin made as it came in contact with yours. "Shit baby this pussy so fucking tight. You was ready for a nigga huh." He mumbled. "C'mere." He said before he flipped you over. He brought your legs over his broad shoulders before he realigned his tip with your entrance and inserted himself back in slowly. You both moaned in unison before he continued his rough thrust into you. He leaned down placing wet sloppy kiss down your neck and across your chest before taking a nipple between his teeth. "fuck" you growled as you arched your back up in pleasure. It was starting to become too much and before you knew it you came undone, cumming all over his dick. He pulled out of you, but before you could complain his mouth took the place of his dick. He instantly lapped up your juices. You heald his head in place as you rode out your orgasm on his face. Not only could you feel his tongue but also his grill. And there was something so hot about him eating you out with his grills on. The warm metal mixed with his hot tongue was enough to make you cum all over again. "Shit" He said in-between gasp for air once he was done tasting you. You laughed as he crawled over to you. He kissed you and you could still taste a bit of yourself on his lips. "I hope you learned your lesson not to do no dumb shit like that again." You rolled your eyes. "Nope." You said before laughing. Erik shook his head but couldn't stop a smile from forming on his lips. "Take your annoying as to bed." He said before reaching over to turn the light off, on the nightstand. You curled up next to him and slowly drifted off to sleep. You knew tomorrow you were most likely gonna need crutches.