Killmonger Imagines / Requests!

Avoiding Erik after rough sex

She left around 6:00 am, he was snoring like a damn bear. Y/N called that Uber real quick. She couldn't handle his wild ass. Too many marks on her skin, legs like spaghetti, pussy sore and quivering. Back sore like she had osteoarthritis, braids a damn mess. This was the last time she fucked him. Y/N could be woman enough and admit it.

In her ride home, she could not stop thinking about that night though. He put a hurting on her. She covers her face, the visuals too explicit and vivid. He was gonna be so damn mad she left and she would take that blame. She had to chicken out on him.

Like clockwork, he was blowing her phone UP. She just watched it ring on silent, thinking about blocking his ass but that was too extreme. He'd probably hunt her down:

8 hrs ago: Erik's New Bachelor Pad

Currently, Erik has Y/N thrown over his shoulder, making her laugh and giggle. She had finally given in to coming over and seeing him. Erik didn't like to beg but he hounded Y/N to come over to his new spot. They had been seeing each other for a few months after meeting on Tinder. His profile picture on Tinder showed nothing but his mouth lined with a gold grill, description simple yet inviting.

My name is Erik, but you can call me Kill if you like.

She tried her luck, shooting her shot and now here they were, Erik's tipsy ass in full-on play mode, lifting Y/N up and twirling her around like she weighed nothing. She was 200 pounds with a whole lot of ass, titties, and some stomach. Each time he stopped twirling her, he would grab her ass with both hands, Y/N's body freezing up. Did he want to have sex? Was this his way of initiating it because she was so damn goofy? If so, she was nervous. Y/N wasn't so confident with herself physically. She's a beautiful full-figured black woman and Erik wanted her to know that he didn't care, he liked them heavy and soft.

"Okay, I'm getting dizzy now," Y/N swings her legs, "let me down, Kill."

"Nah," His voice was all raspy and dangerous, "I wanna play."

She felt herself growing warm.

"Play how?" She tugged at his crinkled dreads since he had them braided before.

"I like the way you sound when you giggle and tell me to stop," He twirls her again, a streak escaping her mouth. She was just so...soft.

"Stop it, Kill," Erik mocks her with a fake girly voice.

"Forreal, I'm gonna throw up!!!" She smacks the back of his head, "let me down, nigga!!!"

"You wanna play fight?" He pulls her from his shoulder, wrapping her legs around his waist, "you hitting people you must want me to hit you back."

"Fuck outta here," The high pitched way she said that from Erik tickling her sides had him thrusting his hips forward. He wanted this plump sexy bitch. He just knew her pussy was so fucking good. She wasn't gonna fuck this up for him tonight, he wanted his dick wet. On top of all of that, she was a straight-up tease, talked a lot of shit over the phone but in person, she wanted to play shy and hide, Nah, she should have told him no about coming over.

"What?" He had a glint in his eyes, "you think I won't?"

Erik slaps her thigh really hard, so hard Y/N had to do a double-take and look at this nigga like he lost his marbles. That shit legit hurt but Erik was heavy-handed so it was expected.

"Ouch," she glared at him, "That was harder than how I hit you!!!"

She mushed him, Erik taking her hand in his tight grip and biting it. She screeched, drawing her hand back from his mouth. That nigga bit like he had fangs.