Killmonger Imagines / Requests!

Erik and Reader having a one night stand that wasn't supposed to happen.

This shit wasn't supposed to happen, but the weed was so right and the vibe was on 💯.

Think of it as Y/N's time away from the depressing reality of her life.

She worked two jobs: one Monday through Friday from 9-5:30 and the other job on alternate weekends from 11-7 pm. On top of that, she had a boyfriend who worked just as much as her, never home and when he was home they were both too tired to have sex, settling for taking separate showers and laying in bed with a cup of noodles in their lap.

Outside of that stress, Y/N decided to go to a friend of hers kickback to relive the moments of her early twenties when the 11:59 pm deadline for an assignment was her only stress. She missed the weed, disposable red cups, jungle juice, and vibe music. Here she was on a chilly October night dressed in a black silk mini dress with the back out, a black faux fur coat on and weed in her right hand. She tried starting the Bic lighter up but it was no use. She didn't get one puff in before her shit went out.

Putting the blunt between her lips again, Y/N cupped her hand over the Bic, flicking it over and over to get a spark. Nothing. Like a ray of light descending upon her, a random guy who must have been good friends with her friend walks over, standing before her with his hands in his pockets.

"You need a light?

"...sure," Y/N looked up just in time to spot one of the most attractive men she had ever seen in her life. He wore a leather moto jacket with multiple silver zippers, black ripped jeans, and a red t-shirt with multiple silver chains around his neck. Hair freshly dreaded and braided back, skin smooth and chocolate, eyes low from his own high and lips full and pink with a slight discoloring in the corners from smoking. He is sexy as fuck.

He flicks his Bic lighter, flame bright as he leans forward to spark her weed for her. Y/N took a few puffs before blowing out the smoke with a contempt expression on her face.

"Thank you, what's your name?"

"No problem and It's Erik. You?"

She reached out shaking his hand, "I'm Y/N"

"How you know Lisa?"

"Hm, since high school. We used to go to Fremont High."

"Forreal? I had a few friends who went there."

Erik got comfortable next to Y/N, leaning forward to pull his red cup towards him. Y/N shifted a little, facing him more.

"And how do you know Lisa, Erik?"

"Her man is my friend. Been knowing her for two years now." He brought his cup to his lips, taking a huge sip. Y/N watched as he licked the liquor away, tongue disappearing again and dimples showing.

"How come I never saw you at parties?" Y/N flicks the ashes from her weed into an ashtray.

"Because I just got back home officially. I've been in the Military."

Oh, she could tell alright. His body looked as if it were carved from stone and she could tell even with his moto jacket still on. It was his neck too, it was thick and strong, shoulders all broad.

stop it, Y/N.

She was just fuck-a-strated. She needed some dick that she hadn't had for almost two weeks now.

"You alright?" He asked with genuine concern for her. Y/N met his gaze, staring for a few seconds before blinking away.

"I'm good, just tired. But I needed to get out."

Erik hummed, the sound so deep and raspy it caused her knees to connect. That sound always drove her crazy. Erik didn't need to make himself comfortable like this, it wasn't helping situations. Her man was home right now probably laying in bed watching Netflix. If she didn't leave tonight that's probably where she would be right now. Nah, she was tired of that shit.