Erik Killmonger: Headcanon-Fic Hyrbid

Breeding Time

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HC : Erik having a breeding kink

The shriek of the alarm clock startles you awake, the incessant ringing of the kitchen timer bouncing around in your ears.

You groan, stretching your limbs as far as they'll reach, rolling your shoulders and neck as you feel the softness of the duvet beneath you.

Your nap had felt much shorter than it actually was; you'd come to an agreement of thirty minutes this time, but to your exhausted body it'd only felt like ten.

Before you have a chance to fully wake up, you hear footsteps approaching from outside the room. Heavy thuds from a pair of steel-toed boots get louder as they round the corner, stopping outside your doorway.

"Did you sleep well, princess?"

Your turn your head as much as you can to look back at the source of the voice, taking everything you had in you to restrain yourself from cursing him out for leaving you like this.

He must've been able to read your mind from the look on your face, because he chuckles, stepping into the room and bending down to untie his boots.

"This part was your idea princess, I just simply used my skills to make it happen," he smirks up at you, slipping off the boots and placing them in the corner.

You let your head fall back onto the bed as you grunt, rolling your eyes into the sheets so he can't see.

"I did manage to go to the store while you were sleeping to get something for you, though. I think you'll really like it."

Grabbing your waist, he flips you over on the bed, leaning down to give you a passionate kiss as he fists his fingers into your kinky hair. Trailing his lips down to your neck he nips at your skin, whispering a warning about you rolling your eyes at him.

You giggle guiltily, biting your lip to hide your smile as you stretch your neck, allowing him to continue peppering kisses down your skin.

When he reaches the base of your throat, he sucks the skin there, working his tongue to turn your deep mahogany complexion purple with hickeys, and you sigh in contentment.

He brings his hands to your sides, caressing and squeezing your flesh between his fingers, absentmindedly tracing the stretch marks he'd memorized over your tummy and hips.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a small pocket knife, and with a flick of the wrist he flips it open, reaching up to press the sharp tip into the base of your shoulder.

Slowly, he traces the knife delicately up your arm, careful not to put too much pressure and break the skin. You whimper, trying hard not to squirm too much as the knife travels over your skin, shivering as a chill crawls up your spine and your back arches.

Erik presses himself into you, and you feel his hard length against your thigh as he grinds into you, resuming kisses to your lips.

Reaching your wrists, he digs the knife under the rope, cutting it loose and doing the same with the other hand. Pushing the tattered pieces off your hands, he clicks the knife shut, pocketing it and rubbing your wrists to soothe the soreness left by the ropes.

You stretch your fingers, opening and closing your palms and leaning up on your elbows, grateful to finally be able to move freely.

Erik kisses you on your cheek, moving his hands to caress your shoulders, working away the aches in your muscles.

"You never answered me babygirl. Did you sleep alright?" He whispers, kissing you again on the other cheek.

You nod, leaning your head against his as you try and stifle a yawn.

"Are you still tired? We can stop for the night if you want, pick back up tomorrow," He holds your face in his hands, looking in your eyes to properly gauge how you're feeling.

You snort, knowing damn well that if you did this again tomorrow you definitely wouldn't be able to function for the rest of the week.

You check in really quickly with yourself, flexing your limbs and mentally deciding where you were at. When you're done, you grab his hand in yours, kissing his knuckles and smiling up at him as you nod.

"I'm good."

"Okay. What level are you at?" He kisses your knuckles back, squeezing your hand.

"Green."

Biting his lip, he nods, a slow smile creeping up on his face as he gets up, dropping your hand.

"Good. Now get your ass on that bed and spread your legs."

You look up at him with a dropped jaw, unprepared for his quick shift from caring to dominating, and you feel a small trickle of wetness leak out onto the bed as your skin flushes hot.

Unbuttoning his shirt he eyes you, walking around the bed and lifting an eyebrow at your still form.

"Don't make me say it again."

You reach back to drag yourself to the middle of the bed, opening your legs as you do, and you watch as he reaches into the shopping bag he'd brought, pulling out a bundle of thin pink rope and tossing it on the bed.

Discarding his shirt he begins to take off his pants, taking note of your position.

"Wider."

You widen your legs, your fingers scratching at the sheets as you restrain yourself from reaching between your legs to relieve the ache at your center.

Grabbing the rope, Erik crawls on the bed, taking one of your ankles and tying the rope in a single column tie around it before securing it with a knot.

Pushing your heel back against your butt, he begins wrapping the rope around your leg to start a basic leg tie, repeating the action with the other leg when he finishes.

With your legs securely bonded and open for display, you can feel the cold air touching the wetness between your legs, and you watch as Erik's eyes brighten as he lowers himself on the bed in front of you, pushing your legs up to where your knees hover over your sides.

Licking his lips, with no warning he dives in, your surprised wail stealing the air from your lungs.

Your hands fly to his head, pushing and gripping as his tongue laps up your juices, his lips wrapping around your hard clit before stiffening his tongue and working it over the sensitive bud like a pendulum.

When your fingers clench and accidentally scratch his neck, he stops and disconnects from you, eyes piercing into yours as his nose flares and he snarls at you.

You gulp, shrinking down into the sheets as you move your hands from around his head, returning them to your sides where they were supposed to be.

Still eyeing you dangerously, he leans down and continues with his feast, dipping down to dig deep into your pussy, scooping up all remnants of your earlier session.

Deliciously swallowing both of your mixed fluids, he keeps sucking and devouring, eager to clean you out completely so you can be ready for him to fill you up again.

His tongue licks against your soft spongey g-spot, and your legs tremble, a high pitched keen breaking through your lips. As he continues tickling the spot you buck your hips, your pelvis lifting from the bed and almost out of Erik's mouth.

Grabbing your hips he pushes you back down, burying his face again with a growl as you release all over his mouth, savoring the sweet taste of your delicious cream.

Deciding he was finally done after your opening stopped twitching and you stopped screaming, he rolls over onto his back, lifting his hips to push down and discard his boxers.

Wiping his face clean with his palm, he turns to you, lifting a hand and beckoning you over with a finger.

"Come sit on Daddy's lap babygirl and let me fill you up like a creampuff."