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Coconut Oil

This is my first fic and I’m posting it for @eriknutinthispoosy since she been going through some things with her Tumblr and my post notifications for her haven’t been working but this is for you boo💛💜

Also for my helpful beta readers @almightyreads and @coilycai 💞

(I do not own this picture, found it on Google and loved it.)

*Slightly very smutty → turned into aftercare and then maybe just some poor writing towards the end, idk Im just really tired. Enjoy…*

“C’mon, babygirl, let’s get you into that tub.” Erik’s calm voice makes its way to y/n’s ears. Everything she heard and felt seemed hazy, distant. She was so worn out that she could almost fall asleep.

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Her body had been used for Erik’s twisted enjoyment. She had been through silk tying her to the bed, candle wax, ice cubes and a Magic Wand vibrator strapped to her thigh to bring her to climax after climax. And as she laid out on the smooth black silk sheets of their shared bed, Erik had been stroking his thick cock, enjoying the wrecked noises that came from y/n’s strained throat. Her moans and cries turning him on to a different level that usually came out when they had their sessions. Normal, slightly kinky, slightly vanilla sex was always great with y/n, but there was just something about breaking y/n to nothing but a disheveled mass of weak sounds and a shaking body that turned Erik into a horny ass beast.

Finally, after hearing her grunt her way through her fifth orgasam, Erik got up to turn the vibrator down to a low buzz. “You good, Princess? What color you at?” Eriks gruff, lust filled voice asked while he came down to lay on the bed next to her.

“Re-red, Daddy.” y/n was barely able to speak, eyes barely open. She felt Erik turn the vibrator completely off, unraveling the silk bind around her thigh then moving to remove her silk ties from her wrists and ankles, planting light kisses on her raw flesh.

“You did so good for me babygirl, so good.” Erik praised moving back up to stroke her jaw while y/n felt her body hum with warmth as she started to come down from all her built up highs. If she had to describe how she felt, she would say that she was floating outside her body and up towards heaven, but could still feel every single brush on her skin. She was on cloud nine and at rock bottom at the same time. She was broken, but in the most perfect way imaginable when it comes to being with Erik.

“Imma go start a nice bath for you and I’ll call Tessa over, aight?” Erik stated and all y/n could do was hum in agreement.

Tessa was a good friend of both y/n and Erik, but she knew Erik longer. They knew each other from their time in the black ops team before Erik went off and almost died in Wakanda then later met y/n after his recovery. One night Erik and y/n were eating dinner in their living room when she brought up possibly bringing someone else, specifical female, into the bedroom. “Oh what, I aint enough for you?” Erik asked acting like he was upset.

“No, nigga, you more than enough for me, but I just wanna know what it would be like to have both at the same time.” y/n had her share of female lovers in college, but always wondered how it would go if she indulged in her appreciation of the female body with Erik, which she explained to him. After this conversation, Erik messaged Tessa, who was all game, and planned with y/n on a day to follow through with the act. To say that the experience was just short of actual heaven would be a justifiable way to remember what happened that night, and ever since then, Tessa would be called upon when they needed, like tonight.

While y/n was dazedly soaking in the warm lavender scented epsom salt bath slowly sipping up the gatorade Erik had gotten her, Erik went to let in Tessa. As she walked into the bathroom, she was talking to Erik, asking what they had done tonight. Erik told her about all the occurrences of the night and how spaced out y/n had become. Tessa make her was to the edge of the bathtub and smoothed back y/n’s curls and she happily leaned into Tessa’s touch.

Tessa was a tall, dark skinned woman who reminded y/n of Erik in how confident and slightly dominant she acted in bed but Tessa always had better aftercare compared to Erik, hence her being called over. Erik could tell that he wouldn’t be able to just cuddle this high away.

“How about we get you cleaned up a bit, rub you down with some coconut oil and while you get some rest, me and E will whip you somethin’ nice, sweets?” Tessa said, followed by a kiss to y/n’s forehead and a look up at Erik, who looked at them both with stirn but soft eyes.

“That would be nice,T.” y/n replied with a meek smile. With help from both strong bodies, y/n made her way out the tub on sore legs and was towel dried and led to the bed. She had noticed that the sheets were changed to a deep purple silk and the room had been cleaned up from all toys and objects recently used to cause her current blissed out state. She noted that Erik must have done this after getting her into the tub.

She was laid on the bed, stomach to sheets with a pillow under her hips. Erik on her right, Tessa her left, as both started to massage the coconut oil into the buzzing nerves of her skin. “How you feelin babygirl?” Erik asked, making sure that his princess was comfortable.

“I’m feelin amazin, Daddy. Everythin feels so gooood.” y/n’s response made Erik and Tessa give soft chuckles at just how spaced out she really was. Usually y/n would keep her answers short, but now she was slurring her words slightly since she got her voice back. ‘She really must be out of it’ both caretakers thought.

Soon enough, y/n had fallen asleep during the massage, leading to Erik and Tessa to wrap her up in a warm blanket to snuggle up into while they go cook her favorite food. It was a Nigerian dish Erik had learned to cook while living in Houston for some time while T’Challa was relocating some of the outreach centers. That is were Erik had met y/n, at a traditional Nigerian restaurant, where she worked, and they had clicked immediately. She had taught him how to make it how she learned from her mother figure at the restaurant. It was a beef stew with a side of okra. Y/n went crazy whenever she had it and Erik knew she would love it.

After a few hours of cooking, Tessa woke y/n up while Erik plated up their food. “C’mon Sweets, we made your favorite.” Tessa said with a warm smile as she gently awoke the other woman from her peaceful slumber. With a groan of annoyance, y/n got out of bed and put on one of Erik’s sweaters and some underwear and walked with T to the dining area near the kitchen. “Thanks Daddy.” y/n said, hugging Erik from behind, resting her head between his shoulder blades as he poured them water.”No problem Princess. You know Daddy always here to please.” Erik said with a smile on his face.

As all three of them ate, y/n looked at both her caretakers and was grateful to have these two in her life. Erik was her rock, keeping her grounded to enjoy earthly pleasures, while Tessa was her helium, setting her free to explore a heavenly side of ecstasy. Having such strong and loving features in her life really allowed her to be her best self and experience what she hadn’t been able to do before.  She was truly living through nirvana.

A/N: I know this sucked ass, it’s whatever, I just needed to get the original idea out and then my mind just went with it and carried it off to crap land. Sorry to waste your time and brain cells, but yea, feedback is very much appreciated, I’m off to go to sleep.

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