Killmonger x Reader (The Series)

Stress Relief

You finished picking at the last bits of food on your plate while your eyes studied your boyfriend from across the dinner table quietly. You'd been trying to get him to talk all night, but all you'd get are short sentences or nothing at all. Typical behavior lately. He hadn't slept well for days let alone slept at all. He'd been stressing about his plan and the future his father wanted for him. You put your fork down finally fishing for something to say. He flipped the page in his dad's journal and continued to take notes on the new page. His hands moved quickly. Almost as if the pages were fleeing his grasp and he couldn't write fast enough. You missed how slow his hands used to move. How his index finger would trace your curves. His fingers wrapping around your throat. You bit your thumb quietly watching him work.

"Baby you've been at this for hours." You said finally.

He glanced up at you before continuing to write not saying a word. You got up from the table and grabbed his plate as well. The steak and potatoes you'd made for him barely touched at all. You covered the food and put it in the fridge for him to eat later and started washing the dishes. You were wearing one of his large white t-shirts with nothing underneath, hair down, and all you could think about was him bending you over that very sink and making you beg. And you didn't beg easy, but at that moment you were willing to. The shirt was barely covering your ass while you were slightly bent washing the glassware. He always loved when you teased him. Drying off your hands, you started putting a plan together. Casually strolling into the living room, you grabbed a bundle of rope from behind the pillows on the couch before walking back over to him and hiding it under his seat. Standing behind him your hand started sliding down his chest, you could feel each of his scars through his thin shirt. You lightly licked then kissed his neck.

He shivered and grabbed your hand with his freehand still writing. His voice was sexier when he spoke in a low tone. His hand was so warm. "Whatchu doin' Y/N?"

You nibbled on his earlobe before whispering sweetly in his ear. "Helping you relax."

He smirked amused while he reached back and grabbed a handful of your hair tugging you downward next to where he was sitting. "Kneel."

You could feel yourself starting to get turned on. You obeyed, back slightly arched kneeling how he liked it. He put his pen down and turned his chair to look at you. Your face between his legs, his eyes focused on your lips then directly on your eyes. "You see I'm workin' right?"

"Yes Erik but—"

Not letting go of your hair, he smacked your ass firmly once and grabbed it not breaking eye contact. You moaned loudly biting your lips curling your brow in pain. You whimpered wanting more. You could feel yourself getting even wetter your inner thighs getting warmer and warmer. "Yes who?"

"Yes daddy." You pouted. "But you've been working on this for days, weeks even and you've been so stressed out and I just—"

"I'm stressin' 'cause I'm so fuckin' close Y/N and I don't think you understand that." He let go of your hair sitting back in his seat still looking at you this time with an annoyed look on his face.

"I do!" You blurted, leaning on his lap eagerly. Your hands gripped his shirt while you looked down at the print in his sweatpants before looking up at it sincerely." I do know how close you are, but I'm concerned for you. You don't take care of yourself anymore. All this stress is only going to wear you out in the long run Erik."

"Wakanda ain't payin' attention to people like us. Like me and you Y/N and I gotta change that." He said looking away shaking his head.

"I know. But you can't get revenge on Wakanda if you're tired and over worked." You caressed his bulge through his pants your sincere eyes turning lustful. "I just want you to relax."