Killmonger Imagines / Requests!

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

"Um...uh...uhhhhhh fuck...hmmmm...ummmm, baby."

"Erik," Y/N slowly turned the knob, peeking inside. Beyond the steam, Y/N could make out the outline of her husband behind the glass shower door, beating his thick, long dick with his head under the flowing water.

"Damn...fuckkkkkk...that pussy...it feels so good wrapped around my big-fucking-dick..."

She could see his heavy sack and long, chocolate dick being pulled and twisted by his hand. As sexy as this scene is before her eyes, Y/N felt hurt that he had chosen to make himself cum instead of fucking her out of her slumber. He used to always do that. Annoyed with herself, Y/N closed the bathroom door, taking a seat on the bed with a deep frown. Within minutes, Erik emerges, startled to find her seated on the edge of the bed.

"Morning, thought you would still be asleep since you were up with the girls...what's up?" He asked, noticing Y/N's expression. Erik allowed the towel around his waist to fall, Y/N's eyes dropping down to his beautiful dick covered in shower water. He grabs some cocoa butter to apply to his skin while staring at her through the mirror with an elevated brow waiting for her to answer his question.

"...I saw you jerking off in the shower, Erik."

Erik sighs, "Yep," he answers with a cutthroat tone.

"Really? Why so hostile? If you wanted to cum I could have done that for you."

Erik opened his closet since they have separate ones, pulling out a fresh uniform and his EMS vest. Y/N waited patiently for him to gather his thoughts.

"Last night...I wanted some badly from you...real bad. I even waited up when you came back so I could properly give my wife this dick but instead you turn over on your side and go to sleep. You're never in the mood for me. Either you're too tired, too moody, or one of the babies is sucking on a titty. Like Goddamn, girl, I can't even grab a fucking titty without you slapping my hand away, Fuck type of shit is that? You're my wife, I wanna touch you and you get all tense like I'm bothering you that's some bullshit."

Suddenly, Erik charged over to Y/N, yanking her robe open, her large breasts bouncing free before his eyes. Gasping, Y/N quickly tried to cover herself, slapping Erik's hands away angrily but Erik had his fingers twirling her nipples, milk cascading down her belly that she tried hard to cover up.

"Erik! Stop!"

He pulled his hands away, her milk staining his fingertips.

"Erik, I just had not one, but two babies. What do you expect me to do? I'm irritable for a reason."

Erik shook his head with a mug on his face, "Really? Girl...it's been 4 months. Shit, they sitting up and everything, Y/N."

Erik walks away, grabbing a pair of briefs from an open drawer before closing it roughly. Y/N watched him with sad eyes. Erik put on his black cargo pants and EMT uniform shirt. Before he put on his boots, he said something that almost made her cry.

"How would you feel if I stepped out on our marriage? Would you rather me jack off or do that? I'm really trying, baby because I love you, but damn, girl, it's hard. It shouldn't be this hard to fuck my wife."

The searing heat in her eyes. Erik looked away from her. She stood up from the bed, walking over to her side, and slipping beneath the comforter.

"Nothing to say, right?" Erik puts on his EMS vest, "Typical shit with you..."

Before she could answer two cries came from the baby monitor. Both parents rushed to the room, Y/N pushing past Erik to get in first. Each one of them grabbed a baby, Erik trying to shush Nala but she wasn't having it. Y/N was currently breastfeeding Noelle while lifting her diaper back to check. She peed. When she was finished feeding Noelle, Y/N grabbed Nala from Erik's arms. He watched as Y/N fed Noelle, both of them gazing intently at each other, neither of them knowing what to say.