Killmonger Imagines / Requests!

insecure Reader gets reminded of how much her husband loves her body

Y/N lay across her bed, exhausted. Another hard day had finally come to an end and her twin girls were sleeping soundly in their separate cribs. Y/N couldn't hear a peep coming from the baby monitor. Being a stay-at-home mother isn't easy by any means. You would think since Y/N left her job as a Sports Anchor she would have more time to relax but no, raising two 4-month-old babies with tons of energy on top of grocery shopping, cooking, and cleaning made it challenging. Y/N was looking forward to an evening out with her girls on the weekend for the first time since she found out she was pregnant.

Y/N sat up in her bed, running her fingers through her stretched braid-out from constantly wearing it in a high puff. She briefly thought about what it would have been like if she kept her job instead of making the sacrifice. She missed working for ABC7 wearing form-fitting dresses and red bottoms. Y/N missed the excitement of her career. She loved her girls, but neither she nor her husband was prepared for the drastic change in their lives. No more weekend getaways, alone time, sleeping late, and even mind-blowing sex. Her husband, Erik, worked as an EMT and his hours ranged so she hardly saw him.

She missed when he would come home around dinner time, Y/N feeding her man and massaging his shoulders while he talked about how stressful his day was. She longed for those nights where he would come home frustrated out of his mind and she would simply give him head or some of her pussy to make him feel better. She reminisced about the first time they met while sitting up in bed, shrouded in darkness. Y/N was on her way home from work on Valentine's Day and a car struck her from her passenger side. She hit her head against the window, splitting her scalp. Erik was one of the EMTs on the scene that sat by her side in the back of the ambulance speaking soothingly to her. When she woke up in the hospital the next morning with stitches in her head all she could remember was his handsome face looming over her through her blurry eyes.

She hadn't expected to see him again but he showed up with a bouquet of yellow roses and balloons that evening, still wearing his uniform with tired eyes. Clearly, he couldn't get her out of his head either. Afterward, they were inseparable and after two years of dating, they both married. He was exactly the man she was looking for. Their life was thrilling until, nine months after their second anniversary, a set of twin girls came into the world. Y/N was self-conscious of her body since giving birth. Her breasts were constantly leaking sustenance for her girls and they are much heavier. Her belly isn't as trim and she was concerned that two 8 pound babies stretched her pussy out and Erik wouldn't be satisfied.

Y/N was afraid to show him her body, worried that the desire he used to feel for her was burned out. Her confidence became a sore spot in their marriage. Their lives revolve around the babies and Erik's career and neither one of them wanted to own up to how they really felt. Y/N shielded her face with her hands, sighing before lifting from the bed to go check on her girls. Walking down the hallway of their home, Y/N used their night light as a guide. Standing in the doorway, Y/N stared at her chubby babies sleeping on their backs. Nala and Noelle. The hanging rotating bell with different melodies played a hushed lullaby that rocked them to sleep without Y/N even trying. She could feel heat approaching her from behind before two pairs of large hands rubbed up her arms. Her lips parted and her eyes closed. He was home.

"Hey, bay," Y/N greeted him with a soft-spoken voice while turning to face him fully. He planted a kiss on her forehead before pulling her into a hug.

"Hey," Erik spoke just as quietly, his dimpled smile causing Y/N to blush. Her eyes danced across his bulging biceps straining against the T-shirt that he wore under his red EMS vest, loving the way he looked in his uniform. She could feel moisture and heat growing between her legs.

"Tiring day?" Y/N asks while brushing her fingers under his eyes. She could see dark circles forming. He yawned on cue before shaking his head and scratching his scruffy facial hair.