Killmonger Imagines / Requests!

Avoiding Erik after rough sex

"FUCK!!! Okay, you ain't about to bite me with the teeth I will bite your ass back. You play too much now."

Erik just laughed at her, biting his lip before palming her ass, "you should have stayed home then, you knew I was gonna trap you."

Y/N blinked down at him, a nervous feeling crowding her. So he was gonna call her out about teasing him? Bet. He should have known she was shy with that shit in person.

"Let me down now."

"Not until you tell me what you want me to do to you. Remember how I told you bitches would go running when they fuck with me? I'll have your ass limping out of this house."

Y/N pushed at Erik's chest, his grip around her waist so damn tight he was cutting into her skin with his biceps. She pointed a stern finger at him, Erik laughing at the cute chubby finger and the long red nails she had.

"You taking this playing shit too far, I don't wanna play no more."

Her resolve was slipping, he just had to go and say that to her. Now she felt shredded of whatever confidence she had tonight. The soft playing was easier not this sexual shit. Erik snapped her out of her inner turmoil by putting her back over his shoulder again, walking her to his bedroom. She swung her legs, Erik tickling her feet. She couldn't help but laugh. He had a hold on her again.

"Oh my God!! You literally have no chill."

Erik opens his door, Darkness ahead. She couldn't really make out anything except for the faint smell of maple and cedarwood. Out of nowhere, Erik tosses her on the bed, her body bouncing and shirt riding up to reveal her stomach. She tried to pull it down but Erik was over her now, grabbing her hands to stop her. The plush skin around her abdomen from this angle was mouth-watering. Y/N was the type of girl to make a nigga cum four times in the pussy. She had all the right amount of softness that drove Erik crazy. She really didn't know how wild and rough Erik could be, but she was going to find out tonight. She smelled good, hair was done in these cute feed-in braids with baby hairs, tight jeans on, mmmm.

"What color underwear you got on?" Erik took his fingers, pulling at the button on her jeans, "you wearing lace? I bet that shit look good stretched over all that ass."

"I-Don't worry about it." She wiggles beneath him, giving up and breathing heavily. The way her large chest moved, he was losing his sanity.

"Kill, get up!" Y/N brought her knees to her chest, pushing at his body with them, "Stop playing!"

"Stop playing," He mocked her again. She kissed her teeth and rolled those big brown eyes. She was so damn fine shit was otherworldly.

"I'm being for real, Kill!" She starts whining, "oh my God."

"Girl shut that shit up!!!" He says through clenched teeth. Y/N flenched as her eyes bore into his. He wasn't going to stop, he was gonna keep ongoing. Y/N wasn't used to this at all with a man. What was he going to do to her? She felt so weak beneath him. When Kill wanted something he was gonna get it and the way he fucking looked at her...

"You doing too much!"

"Stop acting like you don't like it."

He had his face buried in her neck now while he held her hands above her head. She felt like she had shackles around her wrists with how hard he was holding them. She could feel her hands shaking like she was losing circulation. His facial hair tickled and it was too overwhelming for her. Y/N began to wiggle again, kicking at his thighs, whimpering. He liked her helpless with nowhere to run, so she was only making it better for him. Y/N looked down at the exposed skin of his shoulder, taking her teeth to bite hard. Erik hisses, the sound coming out so smooth and sexy. He lifts, giving Y/N access to move. She pushed from beneath him, grabbing a pillow as a shield.