Pairing: Cassian x Rhysand x Azriel x Feyre x f!reader
Summary: You’re posed, exposed, and they can’t stop tracing the lines of your body.
Warnings: nsfw, smut, rough sex, teasing, unprotected sex, foreplay/oral female and male receiving, girl on girl, multiple men, MMMFF group scene
Word Count: 2,212
Day 20 | Kinktober Masterlist | Day 22
“Can you tilt your head back a bit more?” Feyre asked, biting her lower lip, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
Heat rushed to my cheeks as I rested my head against Rhys’s bare chest. His skin was warm and firm beneath my cheek.
I still don’t know how they convinced me to do this. I don’t know why I agreed so quickly.
Her gaze flicked from the canvas to us, and my hands started to sweat.
“Cass, move your hand higher,” she murmured, her brush pressing against the canvas in short strokes.
Cassian’s hand slowly slid up my inner thigh. His body pressed more firmly against one side of me, all heat and muscle.
“Az, put your hands on her knees.”
Azriel’s scarred hands moved to my knees as he knelt before me. His grip tightened just enough to make my breath hitch.
I swallowed, eyes closing as I tried to calm my heart pounding in my chest.
Why did I agree to this?
Why did I say yes to sitting here, barely clothed, pressed between them?
Now here I was, pressed between three of the most handsome men in all of Prythian, dressed in nothing but sheer fabric, heart pounding, skin tingling, all because Feyre wanted to paint live models.
Cassian’s thumb grazed the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Azriel’s hands gently pressed my knees apart. Rhys’s hands tightened on my shoulders.
The room grew brighter as the fireplace cracked. I felt warm, too warm, burning alive with the touch and smell of them.
Feyre’s eyes lingered on the way my nipples peaked beneath the sheer fabric.
I could smell the arousal in the air, the unmistakable scent of desire. I felt Azriel inhale deeply as he scented the same thing I did.
“Rhys,” Feyre said, her voice trembling slightly. “Place your hands on her jaw. Keep her head tilted back.”
My head tilted back against his lower stomach, looking up into Rhys’s eyes as his hands cupped my jaw, my pulse pounding beneath his touch.
The corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk as his thumb brushed along the line of my jaw.
He knew exactly what he was doing to me. I looked up at him, pleading. I couldn’t take this much longer.
I heard Feyre’s breath hitch as I looked up at her mate.
I shouldn’t be doing this.
I shouldn’t be feeling like this.
But her eyes darkened, her brush moved faster across the canvas, and I realised she was enjoying this.
“God,” I whispered beneath my breath as Cassian’s hand slid even higher.
His fingertips traced the spot where my thigh met my hip. I watched Rhys’s smile widen before he nodded once, a silent command passed between the three men without words.
I felt Azriel’s hands pressing my knees further apart, spreading me open before him.Rhys's hands stayed still, forcing me to keep eye contact with him.
My lips parted, maybe to ask for something I shouldn’t, maybe to whimper something desperate and pathetic, instead his thumb brushed across my lower lip.
My tongue darted out without thinking, licking his thumb, and my cheeks blushed a deep red.
His smirk turned into a grin, slow, predatory, satisfied. His thumb pressed past my lips, slipping into my mouth, and I looked up at him as I sucked and swirled my tongue over him.
I could hear Feyre’s brush moving frantically across the canvas.
I felt Azriel shift beneath me. Cassian’s hands helped me to the edge of the lounge chair.
I should have pulled away. I should have said something, done something, been stronger than the desire burning between my thighs.
Azriel pressed wet, hot kisses to the inside of my thigh. A soft whimper left my lips as my eyes fluttered shut, as Azriel’s mouth pressed higher.
Cassian pulled away the sheer fabric, his fingers finding my nipples. Pulling them just as Azriel’s mouth pressed fully against me, his tongue licking a long, slow line from my entrance to my clit.
I groaned as my lips parted, arching against Rhys. Rhys slid two fingers into my mouth, smiling as I squirmed.
Azriel’s tongue was relentless, circling my clit with precise strokes that made my vision blur.
Cassian’s fingers twisted and pinched my nipples before he soothed them with his mouth. His tongue was hot and wet as he grazed my nipples with his teeth.
I heard Feyre let out a gentle sigh, the sound of her brush strokes filling the room between my moans and the sound of Azriel’s soft grunts as his tongue tasted me.
Rhys’s fingers finally left my mouth, covered in my saliva. The palm of his hand tapped against my cheek.
“Good girl,” he whispered, his voice low.
My head fell forward, finally able to see the two men whose mouths were devouring me.
Cassian’s mouth was attached to one breast, his hand massaging the other.
I groaned, my eyes flickering to Feyre as she watched me.
Her brush was still clutched in her hand, though her chest heaved with rapid breaths, and her gaze, fixed on Azriel’s face buried between my thighs.
Rhys moved behind her, his hands sliding slowly up the sides of her body before squeezing her breasts through her shirt.
He whispered something in her ear, her cheeks flushing pink as she leaned back into him.
I opened my mouth to speak, to say something, anything, but Azriel chose that moment to slide a single finger inside me.
The sound that tore from my throat was raw.
He immediately found the spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. His mouth closed around my clit, sucking gently as his finger moved in a slow, devastating rhythm that had me begging.
“Please,” I gasped, my voice cracking on the word. “Please, I need—”
Cassian’s teeth grazed my nipple as Azriel added a second finger, stretching me.
My moan echoed through the room as I clenched around his fingers, desperate for more.
“Look at how pretty she is,” Rhys murmured in Feyre’s ear, his fingers tugging at her clothes.
Cassian left hot kisses from my breasts to my mouth, his mouth claiming mine in a rough kiss.
His fingers continued to pinch my nipples as I whimpered against his mouth, my body trembling between the two men.
“Look at you,” Cassian whispered, his lips trailing from my jaw to my throat. “Making a mess all over Azriel’s face.”
My cheeks flushed red, but I couldn't deny it as the wet sounds of Azriel’s fingers inside me filled the room.
I glanced over at Feyre, Rhys’s hands squeezed her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples between his fingers. She arched into his touch, her paintbrush discarded on the floor.
Azriel’s fingers curled deeper inside me, Cassian’s teeth marked my throat, as Feyre’s moans began to fill the room.
I looked over at her. Rhys’s hand was between her thighs.
I came before I could stop it, my pussy clenching around Azriel’s fingers as Cassian swallowed my cries, his tongue down my throat.
Azriel slowly withdrew his fingers as he and Cassian guided me onto my hands and knees on the rug.
I felt the head of Azriel’s cock press against my entrance, while Cassian knelt before me, his cock hard, glistening with pre-cum.
“Open,” he commanded, his voice low and rough.
I obeyed, taking him into my mouth. Forcing my throat open around him, I gagged as he pressed deeper. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I tried to breathe through my nose.
“That’s a good girl,” Cassian said, his hand tangling in my hair and forcing his cock deeper. “Take all of it.”
He held me there, my nose pressed against the base of his cock.
Azriel filled me in a single thrust.
I moaned around Cassian. The vibration made his grip tighten in my hair.
I turned my head as much as I could with Cassian’s cock in my mouth, watching Rhys lift Feyre onto a table, her legs wrapped around his waist as he stood between her thighs. His cock was already pressing into her.
Cassian thrust into my mouth as I watched Rhys pull all the way out of Feyre, the head of his cock glistening with her arousal, before thrusting deep within her again.
Azriel mirrored his movement, withdrawing until only his tip remained inside me before slamming back in.
I moaned around Cassian in unison with Feyre’s cries. Azriel’s cock hit that spot inside me that had me trembling. Cassian filled my mouth, as my saliva dripped down my chin.
“Such a pretty mouth,” Cassian groaned, his hips thrusting faster. “Made to be fucked.”
Azriel’s hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, his thrusts becoming harder and harder.
Each impact drove me forward onto Cassian’s cock, forcing him deeper into my throat.
Feyre’s moans grew louder and more desperate as Rhys maintained a relentless pace.
Azriel’s hand found my clit, rubbing tight circles that made my thighs shake. I whimpered around Cassian, the sound vibrating through his cock.
“That’s it,” Cassian groaned.
Feyre cried out, her body going taut as her orgasm crashed over her.
Azriel’s thrusts become erratic, his fingers pressing harder on my clit. Cassian’s grip in my hair tighten painfull.
I came undone, my entire body shaking as pleasure crashed through me. My pussy tightened on Azriel’s cock, as he groaned behind me.
I felt him pulse inside me, his release filling me.
Before I could take a breath, Azriel flipped me onto my back, and Cassian settled between my thighs.
He buried himself inside me, and the sound that tore from me was a scream and a sob.
Cassian’s cock pushed Azriel’s cum deeper, forcing it further into my body with each brutal thrust of his hips.
“Fuck,” Cassian groaned, as my head rolled from side to side.
Each thrust forced my breasts to bounce, my hands clawing uselessly at the carpet. The pleasure was painful, almost violent, bordering on too much.
I watched as Rhys helped Feyre to her feet, his hands steadying her as she swayed.
“Let me taste him, please,” I whimpered, the words leaving my mouth before I could stop them.
Cassian’s laugh was dark and breathless. He slipped his arm beneath my knee, lifting my leg higher, angling his hips to go deeper.
The new position had tears fall from my eyes, my back arching off the floor as he hit something inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes.
Feyre straddled either side of my head. Her thighs trembled as she lowered herself; her pussy hovered just above my mouth.
My tongue licked a long, slow line from her dripping hole to her clit. I groaned into her, my hands reaching up to wrap around her waist, pulling her down onto my mouth.
She was shaking as my tongue pressed deeper, licking every drop of Rhys’s release.
“God,” Feyre moaned, her hips rolling against my face. “Please. Please don’t stop.”
Cassian’s fingers found my clit, pressing down in tight circles as he fucked me. I whimpered into Feyre’s pussy, the vibrations making her cry out above me.
My tongue traced every fold to her clit, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Her breath came in short, desperate gasps, and I could feel her body tensing.
“I’m, oh god, I’m going to—”
She pressed herself harder against my mouth, and I felt her release flood my mouth and chin. I followed her, my walls clenching down around Cassian’s cock.
I felt him pulse inside me, his own cum adding to the mess inside me.
We stayed like that for a moment, me beneath him, Feyre still trembling above my face.
Cassian withdrew from me slowly, the sensation making me whimper as I felt their cum leak from my body.
Feyre didn’t climb off me as I expected. Instead, she bent forward, her hands reaching for the back of my thighs, and I felt her warm breath against my sensitive pussy.
My pussy was swollen and aching, still pulsing from my orgasm, and the feeling of her tongue was too much, overstimulating me.
“Feyre, I can’t, it’s too—” I gasped.
She didn’t stop. Her tongue pressed into my entrance, tasting every drop of cum that dripped from my body.
I came fast and hard, my face burying into her soaking pussy as my body arched.
The scream that tore from my throat was muffled by her pussy, my hips grinding against her mouth.
Her tongue continued its torture until I lay beneath her, whimpering and broken, coated in her release and Rhys’s, my body trembling.
Finally, she climbed off me, collapsing beside me. My hand reached for hers, our fingers intertwining as my eyes met the others.
Azriel sat with his back against the lounge chair, his face still glistening with my wetness, his cock hard in his hand.
Cassian sat beside me, his chest rising and falling heavy, his own hand working his cock in lazy pumps.
Rhys leaned against the table, his eyes watching us, hungry and predatory.
My breath hitched as I watched three men stroking themselves, knowing that the night was far from over.
