Erik Killmonger: Headcanon-Fic Hyrbid

Worship

Anonymous asked: 

Do you think Erik suck toes?

First of all, I think this nigga got a HELLA foot fetish.

He lovesss taking you to go get your mani/pedis, and of course my nigga gotta pay for it too.

"Which color you thinking bout getting ma? I think yellow would be cute, make ya toes pop." He's leaning over your shoulder as you look at the tray of nails, pointing to one of the bright yellows.

Last time you got white, and the time before a cute cloudy blue, both his selections. He always chose colors that stood out against your dark brown skin, absolutely loving the contrast.

"What about my hands?" You wiggle your naked fingers at him with one hand while the nail tech is busy with the other, your toes already submerged in the warm soapy water.

"Hmm... surprise me." He winks at you, popping a kiss on your cheek before pulling out his ringing phone to answer it. Stepping out of the shop, you can see him engaging in conversation with whoever's on the other side of the line, and you take another look at the nail tray to make your selection. You decide on something pretty and glittery, wanting your nails to shine just as bright as your personality.

When he gets back his face is in a small pout, eyes already forgiving.

"I'm sorry babygirl, but I gotta go back to the office real quick to sign some paperwork. Text me when you're done and I'll order you a Lyft back home."

You're a little sad he can't spend time with you in the shop, but you know how important his latest contract is. Besides, you had all weekend to look forward to with him.

Before he goes he slips the tech the money and gives you one final kiss, lewdly tonguing you down in the middle of the shop for everyone to see, not caring at all about the wandering and curious eyes looking your way.

When you both finally part, you're out of breath, and you can't help but to watch him leave with a ditzy lovestruck look on your face. When you turn around to give your hand back to the nail tech, all they give you is an arched brow and knowing smirk, no stranger to you and Erik's wicked chemistry.

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Stepping into the apartment, you toe the temporary foam sandals off your feet, grabbing them up and stepping on to the soft white carpet. You can hear the TV playing in the backroom and make a direct beeline for it, eager to show your boyfriend the color you picked out for your nails.

You spot him on the love chair immediately hop into his lap, straddling him.

You wave your hands in his face, showing him the cute design you'd settled on, and he grabs your fingers in his to take a closer look.

"You just a bougie lil thing, ain't you?" He kisses his teeth in faux annoyance, and you beam your smile at him, undeterred.

"Lemme see them toes tho," He scoops you up by your thighs and tosses you on the couch, your body bouncing as he grabs your ankles, admiring your soft feet.

"You got some pretty ass feet, you know that?" He bites his lip, eyes zeroed in to admire your pedicure, and you laugh at his comment. He tells you every time.

"Yeah Daddy, I know," you giggle at him, and you watch as he lifts a foot to his mouth, tongue poking out to lick a stripe up the middle of your sole. It sends a ticklish feeling right up your spine, and you can't help but squirm around a little at the feeling.

He ends the lick by sucking your big toe into his mouth, those thick lips of his engulfing it completely, and the sight makes something in your core turn.

He gets it nice and wet before releasing it with a smack, pressing a kiss to the side of your foot before playfully nipping at your little toes, giving them light licks.

"You mind if Daddy worships these pretty feet, babygirl?" He asks you, and his eyes already have something sinister hidden behind them.

You bite your own lip, unable to form words from the lust in your throat, and you nod back, excitement growing in your belly.

"Good. Take off them shorts, too, cuz I'm worshipping that pussy next."