Electricity.

Electricity.

Requested by Anonymous: So we all agree that Erik is a Dom. A piece with the reader being an innocent bystander of the museum and she’s looking at the same artifacts as Erik and she’s utterly captivated by him and doesn’t want him to notice. He approaches real smooth like starts to talking about colonization and such then gets real close to her ear whispering how he knows she’s been watching him and he can spot a Sub from a mile away then smut ensues. Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Female Reader Warnings: NSFW, tons of smut! And I do mean tons. Fingering, fellatio (male receiving), choking, protected sex (use a condom, kids!), along with a mildly unhealthy one night stand. And Erik being... well, Erik. Enjoy! Word Count: 3.4k. If you like to read a quick smut fic, this is not for you. Grab a glass of wine and hunker down, readers! This took almost a week to write.  A/N: The biggest thank you I can extend goes to @panthergoddessbast. She’s been a constant help with my recent writing, and for this one shot she went above and beyond.  gif credit. 

Upon entering the museum’s exhibit, you had contemplated if paying good money out of your own pocket to view a diluted display of African Culture was worth it.

- Until you saw him.

He was, quite possibly, the most beautiful human being you’ve ever seen.

The way the stranger held himself exuded smooth confidence like a cat on the prowl. His posture reminded you of someone who had once been in the military, hands tucked behind him with his back as straight as a board. He walked slow circles around the same display of what looked like a handmade hatchet. This loop gave you enough time to rake your eyes over his figure, taking in the broad shoulders covered in denim as you wondered how wide your legs would have to spread to accommodate them. You could feel yourself growing wet at the thought, glancing back up to get another look at his face. At least – until you accidentally made eye contact.

So you did an intelligent thing. Immediately look in the opposite direction and pretend to be absorbed in another display. Maybe if you looked away long enough he would forget about you.

Despite your unshakable logic, the reflection in the glass display in front of you showed a handsome form gradually advancing towards you from behind. Taking deep breaths were supposed to steady your heart rate, instead you caught the undertone of his musky cologne. Rich enough to make your knees weak with undertones that were strictly his.

The second he caught your eye, Erik couldn’t stop himself from smirking. Your expression may as well have been one of total submission for him – and he fucking loved submissive women. Nothing got his motor running quite like ruining a sexy girl like you with his cock. Would you be the type to bite on your lower lip to muffle your moans? Or would you be the type to test his patience, mouthing off to him until your quips turn to screams? There’s only one way to find out, he thought, closing the distance between the two of you within a matter of seconds.

“It’s fucked up,” he finally spoke. He was close enough to you to feel his breath on the back of your neck. “This place is a joke… a shrine to ‘history’ for the white man. They got white washed exhibits of the Natives and African tribes, ain’t nobody told em how they been ripped out of the hands of the people that made em.”

“All for the sake of a dollar,” you added. It was the first time you had spoken to each other, and yet you had more in common than anyone else in the entire museum.  “They forced our families apart, sold us like cattle and treated us like dogs. We fought fifty times harder for a tenth of the respect owed to us. Our ancestors went through more abuse than any white person can imagine, and we’re still afraid for our lives… even now.”

 Unbeknownst to you, Erik’s eyes had remained on you the entire time you spoke. Some men may share in the emotional resonance of your words, and he knew you were right, but he would much prefer a passionate fuck than a passionate conversation. Unless said conversation took place while he had you spread out over the surface of one of these damn displays while he fucked you raw. His dick was already pressed against the confines of his jeans, leaning down to brush his lips against the shell of your ear.

You tensed up the second you felt his feather light touch, unsure if what he had done was intentional or not. You turned your head towards the stranger to see if maybe it was your imagination, only to stop short mere centimetres from this man’s mouth.

“Oh,” you gulped. Was he trying to kiss you? Should you lean forward and make the first move? Or simply melt into a puddle on the floor? Only you know which direction you were leaning in when Erik finally spoke.

“Ain’t nothin’ I can say to top that, babygirl. But I can show you something.” Before you could even react Erik’s hands were on your hips, holding you steady while he pressed his erection against your ass. You held perfectly still, afraid that if you moved in the slightest he’d evaporate into thin air.

He must have sensed your internal conflict; you could feel the vibrations of his chest when he chuckled softly in your ear. “Don’t think I ain’t seen you undressing me with your eyes over here. Made me wanna use that open mouth for something else.”

You didn’t need to even think about articulating a response to that.

“I’m staying at the Raddison,” you purred softly, timed with a bold roll of your hips that made Erik’s grip tighten. “Room 442. Care to join me?”

Judging from the way he yanked you away from the display and towards the front door – the answer was yes.

The five minute walk to your hotel turned into a two and a half minute sprint, taking turns tugging each other by the hand in the race to reach your room as fast as possible. If it wasn’t for the erection he was sporting, Erik would have led the charge the entire way. Instead it was you who reached the glass doors of the Raddison first, bursting through the door and racing towards the elevators.

It wasn’t until you were shuffling impatiently in front of the elevators that something dawned on you. “I… I forgot to ask you your name,” you said sheepishly. The corner of his mouth twitched upward just the slightest, but his gaze remained unwavering on the set of elevators in front of you.

“Erik. Name’s Erik.”

-  Erik kissed you for the first time once the two of you made it inside the elevator. He pinned you against the nearest wall, sucking briefly on your lower lip before you drew him closer. His tongue brushed briefly against yours, warm hands sliding to the small of your back to press you closer. Neither of you noticed the elevator had slowed down, too lost in each other and the depth of your kiss. If it hadn’t been for the automated voice announcing your arrival, you may have ended up forgoing the bedroom in the first place.

“Almost there,” you huffed, locating your key card with slightly shaking hands. Upon your arrival at the hotel, you had scrunched your nose at the pack of condoms in your welcome gift. Maybe you would be able to make use of everything after all…

 “You need the tour?” You asked once you were inside, never breaking eye contact with Erik.

“Nah.”

“Good.”

Moving together as one, you hopped up to latch your legs around his hips and your arms around his waist. Erik ‘supported’ you with a firm grip on your ass, his breath hitching when you kissed the skin directly underneath his ear. He dumped you rather unceremoniously onto your bed, making you yelp in protest to the sudden change in elevation.

You had every intention to fix Erik with a very stern look, once you could tell which way was up again. Instead any protests you had died down because of the now shirtless man at the end of your bed. His entire torso was littered with small, raised scars that you’d never seen before. Something in his gaze told you there was no room for discussion, keeping your mouth closed and ogling the definition of his muscles instead.

“Take it off,” Erik grunted. He jutted his chin towards your dress, palming himself as best he could through the denim of his jeans. You unzipped the material just enough to be able to pull the dress up over your head, not wanting to miss the look on Erik’s face when he saw you clad in your bra and panties that complimented your skin tone perfectly.

“God damn. Look at you. Flip over, babygirl.” You couldn’t help but giggle as you obediently propped yourself up on all fours. Erik’s eyes were practically glued to your ass, unzipping and stepping out of his jeans without looking away for a second.

“You gon be good?” he asked, trailing the pad of his finger from the sole of your foot to the back of your knee. When he was met with nothing but silence on your end, the sharp crack of his hand coming down on your ass cheek startled you out of your trance. “Ah! Y-yes, I’ll be good for you.”

You’re yanked back by your hair as Erik kisses you forcefully, his free hand unlatching your bra and tugging the material over your shoulders and away from your chest. Your nipples were already pebbled from arousal, shivering from the intensity of his kiss and the breeze on your skin.

 “Look at these fucking tits,” he grunts once the kiss is broken, weighing one heavily in his hand before giving it a squeeze. Erik smirks when you inhale sharply, but still allow him to explore your body. He was in charge – you were along for the ride. “Lay down for me princess. Spread those legs nice and wide.”

No sooner does he let go of your hair do you flip back over as sensually as you could, Erik’s mouth immediately attaching itself to the side of your neck. “Oh…” you hummed, tilting your head further back to allow him more access.

The mattress sinks as Erik lowers himself down next to you. Unsure of where to place your hands, you settle for a loose grip on his dreads and another on the bedsheets beneath you. Erik trailed open mouthed kisses from your neck to your sternum, veering right to seal his lips around one of your nipples. You moaned low in your throat, feeling his free hand continue the descent towards the apex of your thighs. Instead of removing the material from around your hips, Erik shifts your panties aside to gain access to his meal for the night.

Erik made no attempt to stifle his moan when he felt your juices coat his fingers, breaking away from your breast to rest his forehead against your shoulder. If it wasn’t for your grip on his hair he would have sat himself up to get a better look… but he had all night. And there was another position he could think of for a close up view.

“This all for me?” He prompted, dragging a finger between your folds. There was something almost tender about the way Erik nuzzled your jaw to draw your attention. “Yes… all for you, baby.” Pleased with your answer, he laved his tongue over your pulse point before plunging two of his fingers inside you without warning. “Oh, fuck!”

You arched off the mattress with a gasp, straining to get a glimpse of his fingers in your pussy. The rhythm he set alternated between scissoring motions and deep thrusts, curving his fingers up to hit a spot that made you see stars. “Gotta open you up,” Erik huffed under his breath. Clearly this had an effect on both of you, moving his hips to grind against you like a teenage boy. You had just moved your hand to help him relieve some of the tension when you felt Erik work a third finger inside you.

“Son of a…” you started, walls stretching to accommodate a new girth. The ability to hold yourself up was overwhelmed by the pressure you felt coiling in your belly. You fell back against the pillows with a mewl, head lulling towards Erik instinctively. His gaze was laser focused on your face, seemingly using zero effort to milk your cunt for everything it was worth.

You’ve never felt like this before - it was different than any orgasm you’ve ever had. There wasn’t enough notice or warning for you to cry out when the pressure hit its peak. You clawed desperately at the hand between your legs as you gush and come hard around Erik’s fingers. The ability for you to whimper or moan was lost to the intensity of your orgasm, burying your face in the crook of Erik’s shoulder. “Fuck yeah… gimme it, girl. All of it.”

Roughly a minute later the tremors had subsided, dimly aware of the fact that Erik’s fingers were no longer inside of you. Instead you saw them being sucked clean by the cocky motherfucker beside you, looking every bit like the cat who got the cream. No pun intended.

Without any of the grand theatrics, Erik patted your thigh once before standing up and moving to the end of the bed. He took his time to slide off your completely ruined panties, tucking them into the pocket of his jeans when he thought you weren’t looking. You took the opportunity to fumble around in the bedside table for the complimentary condoms you’d received. As handsome as Erik was – he was a complete stranger. No glove no love.

From the foot of the bed, Erik glances briefly at the foil packet between your fingers before scoffing. “That ain’t gon fit.” He told you so matter of fact, double checking yourself that the package didn’t say small of some variation. When your gaze returned to Erik, he was already pulling out a different condom from his wallet to use. He had also dropped the jeans he’d been holding over his waist, your eyes widening when you realized he had already yanked off his boxers.

“That ain’t gonna fit either,” you muttered shakily. You swore you could have seen the slightest hint of a smile cross his face, taking his time kneeling on the bed so you could admire him. Magnificent didn’t even begin to do him justice – Erik was easily nine inches long, the tip of his cock arching towards you invitingly.

You dropped the useless condom to the floor.

“On all fours, babygirl. Wanna watch that ass bounce while I fuck you.” Far past the point of desperation to feel you wrapped around his cock, Erik tore the foil of the condom open with his teeth. He almost tore through the condom itself when you obediently presented yourself on your hands and knees before him, giving him a perfect view of your glistening juices coating the inside of your thighs. You made him break his own record for ‘fastest condom application’, scooting forward to line himself up.

Despite having used your juices to slick himself up - you instinctively tensed as Erik nudged your folds open with the tip of his cock. “Shit, relax! You tight enough as is.” You inhaled deeply, reminding yourself that three of his thick fingers had stretched you out only moments before. You could take this… right?

He didn’t give you the chance to sit smug in your own prowess for long, you’d taken the head of his cock without as much as a peep. A slow pace was definitely not his speed, drawing his hips back once before snapping forward and filling you to the hilt. You almost blew out his eardrums with the scream you let out, collapsing forward and face first into the mattress. You were hurting – but he didn’t care. Hell – he’d made you squirt with just his fingers. Imagine what his dick was going to do.

“Nngh…” you groaned, still limp from the waist up. Erik was obviously an alpha male and a bad boy – it shouldn’t have surprised you that he liked it rough. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell to be split open without warning, bypassing the ‘breaking in’ stage and diving headfirst into fucking your brains out. Your hips twitched of their own accord, tilting back towards Erik and earning you a firm slap on the ass.

“Oh yeah, you like this shit? Huh?” He swats you again for good measure, gaze focused on the way your ass shook from the force of his thrusts. “Get the fuck up.” Something about the ice in his voice had you scrambling to push yourself back up, glancing back over your shoulder for approval.  Erik surges to pull you closer, your back to his chest and his hand around your throat. You whimper softly, grip tightening around your neck.

“Take it…” he hisses, strumming your clit with his free hand. The chemistry between the two of you crackles, electricity sending your heart into overdrive with every thrust of his hips. “Fuck –  you gonna make me cum so hard.” This hotel was definitely going to charge you for the bedsheets, you can tell from the obscene noises your pussy is making – you’ve made a complete mess. You’re unable to control the sounds you’re making, Erik reciprocates with animalistic grunts in your ear. The high you’re feeling isn’t kindled slowly into a roaring flame like you’re used to. Being fucked by this man was like throwing gasoline into an inferno, burning bright and fast and so damned good.  The ever mouthy Erik has even stopped his soliloquy, moaning louder and louder until –

“I-I’m coming! Oh my…!”  Black spots dance around the edge of your vision as your walls clamp and flutter for Erik. He lets you go just in time before you pass out, eyes rolling back while you gasp for air. Somehow the second orgasm is more powerful than the first – a talented dom and a fantastic cock were your bread and butter. You’ve barely come back down from your high when he tosses on your stomach like a ragdoll, hopping off the bed and moving to kneel by your face. Erik makes quick work of the condom, tossing it onto the floor without care. He was too close to care about where it ended up – it’s not like he’d be cleaning this room anyway. You’ve propped yourself up and opened your mouth obediently, all the permission he needs to slide his cock into your mouth.

“C’mon, make me cum,” he prompts, holding your hair tight and fucking your face like he’d wanted to from the second he saw you. You sputter and choke around his girth, fat tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. Hollowing your cheeks and sucking like your life depended on it coaxed a constant stream of “fuck, fuck, fuck!” from Erik. Within seconds he had forced the entire length of his cock past your lips, your nose flush with the trimmed hair at the base of his cock. A firm squeeze of his balls pushed him over the edge, flooding your mouth with his seed with a growl. You happily swallowed every drop, your hands finding purchase on his thighs while he calmed down.

“Shit baby, you done so good.” He praised, swiping away the moisture on your cheeks with his thumb. You almost fight him to keep his softening cock in your mouth, seems you just didn’t want to give it up. - Alas, all good things come to an end. You clear your throat a few times while Erik strolls back to the pile of his clothing on the floor. “T-that was amazing,” you tell him with a wince. You had a feeling you’d lose your voice over the next day or so. “Am… am I ever going to see you again?”

“I’mma put my digits in your phone.” He told you quickly. You can’t bear to watch him get dressed so quickly, still bare as the day you were born on the bed. What did you expect? You took him to your room for a one night stand, no strings attached. But the sadness you felt wasn’t your brain mourning a white picket fence and two kids – you just weren’t sure you’d ever find a fuck quite like him. You brace yourself to say goodbye as he approaches you, if he was quick to leave now there was no way he was going to ever contact you again. Instead he grabs your chin and turns your face towards him, the evidence of the end of his resting period is standing proud before you.

“Whatchu sad for?” Erik chuckles, dumping the handful of condoms he’d collected on the end table. “Sexy girl like you? We ain’t nearly done yet.”  

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1.) I love you bish!💖You just gonna slay my existence with Killmonger feels like that? 2.) Can I request a Erik x Reader relationship fic where she’s trying to believe all the future plans they’ve made together, but a small bit of reality is nagging her that it might not happen, but she’s determined to keep that vision?

Aw, I love you too! Can I keep you in my pocket? 

Oh god, that’s gonna hurt! But yes, I can definitely do that for you. 

could you nsfw headcanons for m’baku?

Definitely, darling! They’re coming up next.

I’M FINALLY DONE!

3,500+ words of sin. Are you ready? Cause I’m ready!

Hey can I please request a tchalla x reader where they fought in a mission together and came away with a few wounds, so they both clean each other up and patch each other up, while being very emotional about nearly losing the other? Thanks!

Of course! I can never say no to the King. Or a polite little anon like you!