Marvel And Melanated Imagines (ongoing)

rough | erik killmonger

You were a model. However, not any type of model. You were a Victoria's Secret model. You were a little bigger than the rest of the models but your self-confidence skyrocketed through the roof when you got on. Only the downside is, you were in a relationship with the king of Wakanda, Erik Killmonger. 

You wanted his reputation to be as pristine as possible, only he didn't care. Him killing off anyone that even looked at you funny. It was quite a challenge at times but Erik made sure you felt pretty.

You were currently in the dressing room, getting your hair curled, makeup applied when your manager, Mr. Kwame dropped in. His brown eyes sparkled with joy as he sashayed over to you and stated, kissing your bare shoulder.

"You look absolutely gorgeous, darling."

You smiled and stated. "Thank you Kwame, I can say the absolute same for you."

You both laughed and Kwame stated, winking and pinching your cheek gently. "I've got a very big surprise for you!"

"What?"

Kwame whispered in your ear. "The king."

You gasped and smiled from ear to ear, usually Erik--N'Jadaka was busy handling some kingly stuff, too busy to come to your shows. You mouthed 'stop lying.' Only Kwame shook his head quickly, and you clapped excitedly, trying to not make too loud of a fuss.

"Where is he?"

You nodded and tightened the robe that covered your nude body. You followed Kwame out to the waiting room and blushed. There was your boyfriend, standing proudly in the middle of the room with his signature large gold necklace, a pair of fluffy white pants, and sandals. His large and scarred chest was revealed by the black trench coat, you trying your hardest to not stare.

"My King." Kwame stated, bowing his head and doing the trademark Wakandan salute, Erik doing it back, but his eyes were still locked with yours.

"I'll leave you two alone, Y/N showtime in twenty."

You smiled and thanked Kwame, him leaving past Erik, but not before obscenely flicking his tongue at you. Erik looking at him through his peripheral while you stifled a giggle.

"My king." You bowed, teasing him. When your arms went up to make the 'x' he grabbed you roughly by your wrists, tugging you close. He got right into your face biting his lip, his grip getting tighter. You stood on your tippy-toes initiating the kiss, him taking control as usual, his shiny teeth biting your bottom lip as you pulled back.

You pressed your body against Erik slightly and let your robe fall off your shoulders. He grunted a bit and you smirked, whispering.

"What's the matter? Are you a little bothered by me, Mr. Killmonger?"

He didn't reply. You turned your head and looked at the camera as Erik wrapped his arms around you and dug his nose into your neck.

"Gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous. I'll be in the audience, right in the front."

You were blushing, gratefully your brown skin covered it up. He had you pressed into his chest as he held his arms over your plump backside. Goosebumps lined your body as you stayed pressed up against him, thankful that you had this moment.

"I hope you like it. I have no clue why you're even here. I thought you were too busy."

Erik whispered in your ear.

"I'm never too busy for my best girl, especially when she looks like this."

...

The show went perfectly. You modeled the several beautiful pieces that you were supposed to, walking down the catwalk and spinning on your toes. Killmonger in the front, snapping pictures with a camera. When the show ended, you looked at your boyfriend, noticing the irate and uncomfortable look on his face.