A surprising turn of events has you finding yourself between your two favorite High Lords—Autumn and Night—and the few surprises both males seem to have in store for you.
Pairings: Rhysand x f!reader x Eris, Eris x f!reader
Word Count: 14.5k
Warnings: smut, p in v, threesome, oral (m&f), handjob, fingering, double penetration, slight breeding kink, competitive Rhys and Eris, Rhys and Eris basically devouring reader, possessive Eris, kinda soft Eris, basically this is filthy
A/N: Based on this request. Thank you @harvest-bunny and @garricktavisfanclub for letting me bounce ideas off y’all, talk through different aspects of this, proofreading and general support. I didn’t ever expect to be intrigued by this dynamic yet here I am. This started out one way and went in a complete different direction than I planned and I inadvertently added a subtle side plot too, but I do like how it turned out. Buckle up because I may have gone a little feral while writing this. 🤭
Low murmurs and soft breathless giggles were the only sounds that filled the room.
“If I’d known you’d be this welcoming, I’d have invited you to my court sooner.”
Your eyes twinkled as your teeth sank into your bottom lip.
From your vantage point on your knees, you looked up into the face of the male that towered above you. Your fingers fiddled with the button of his pants, very clear in your intentions for the male.
“You have had me in your court plenty, if I recall correctly,” you murmured.
“And while it’s always been a pleasure, I think this is turning out to be your most…intriguing visit yet.”
Amber eyes sparked with mischief as you gazed up at Eris Vanserra, the newest High Lord of Prythian—the High Lord of Autumn to be exact.
Your own High Lord, the High Lord of the Night Court had sent you out on an errand and a visit to the Autumn Court for some dealings with the newly appointed High Lord.
Though it wasn’t your first time to the court, nor the first time you’d dealt with Eris. You’d been familiar with the male for quite some time—most of the reasoning having to do with your work as Night Court courtier.
But you and Eris had been dancing around one another for some time now. A certain amount of intrigue, tension and chemistry had always lingered beneath the surface of your interactions with him. Flirtations, double meanings—hidden sparks just waiting to catch on fire.
What had meant to be a legitimate visit turned into drinks, which had turned into your mouth slanted against his.
You weren’t sure what had initially started it other than you’d just felt this pull to him—like a desperate need to finally have knowledge of something you’d wondered quite some time about.
Before you’d known it, his mouth was just as hot on yours and his hand was down your pants.
Well, that might’ve been a slight exaggeration, though he had gotten bold and handsy, rather quick.
He’d heard no complaint from you though.
As your lips had moved against his, tongue tangling with his own—enough to taste the sharp sting of the liquor he’d just consumed—he had been quick to strip you.
Before you had known it, your usual, comfortable dress of a tunic and pants had been discarded.
You hadn’t even pretended to be ashamed of the lacy little underthings you were left in, a stark contrast to your clothes—ones that were not the normal undergarments one would wear with such an outfit.
But maybe you had been hoping.
Even if you hadn’t been, you hadn’t thought it would hurt to don them under your outfit of choice.
Clearly, you’d made a wise decision today.
Eris’s knowing smirk had told you he’d figured out your line of thinking and approved—greatly. The smug upturn of his lips had sent heat flooding to your lower belly, rushing between your legs, the tell tale pulsing of your desire starting to rise.
All it had taken was a deadly smirk from the High Lord and a lone finger running over the lace of your underwear—right down the seam of your clothed cunt—and you were practically putty in his hands.
You’d let out a soft moan at the feel of his teasing touch and his eyes had lit in absolute delight at that.
But you wanted to spoil him.
Which is why after you’d torn open his shirt, your kisses moved along his jaw and neck, mouth falling to his chest and downwards before your knees hit the plushly carpeted floor.
You could’ve sworn you saw a flicker of flames in those eyes.
His low, sensual murmurs did nothing but help stoke your own fire. Especially when the back of a finger stroked down your cheek. Enough that it made you lean into his touch.
It made you eager to please him.
“You look like a female who’s spent plenty of time imagining this,” he hummed.
Another breathy giggle escaped you—even if he was a cocky bastard.
“And what if I have?” you blinked up at him, innocently.
You heard a low growl rumble from his chest as you finally freed his hardened cock from its restraints, discarding his pants entirely.
Your breath left you in one solid whoosh at the sight. Not that you’d had experience with many High Lords, but you could definitely say he’d fit the part if he was this blessed.
“If you look in awe now, just wait until I’m inside you.”
Your eyes could’ve rolled back at his commanding tone. You would happily submit to him right then and there just to have his glorious cock in you right that second.
But, you wanted him in your mouth first.
“My cock struck you that speechless, sweetheart?”
You peered up, seeing an amused, raised brow. The question had been asked in that sultry, arrogant tone he was known for.
But it didn’t needle you like it did most. No, it made you hotter.
You just shot him a half hearted glare—one that he chuckled at—before you leaned down, tongue gliding up his thick length.
That killed any amusement in him quick. What you did hear was a sharp, deep inhale. So much so it expanded his broad chest, from the looks of it, as you glanced upwards.
You’d just taken him in your mouth fully when—
Where, pray tell, is my beloved courtier? I sent you out hours ago.
It took an effort not to jump at the smooth and sensual deep voice that appeared in your head. Of all times to, truly.
Your High Lord really did know how to pop in one's mind at the most inopportune times.
Wouldn’t you like to know?
You purred your answer back, sending the thought into the ether of whatever magic that made it possible for Rhys to communicate mind to mind.
You didn’t stop your actions though as your mouth slid over Eris’s cock, his groans filling your ears. The salty tip filled your senses the moment you wrapped your lips around him and it still lingered as you dragged your wet heat over him. You felt his long slender fingers tighten in your hair as you worked him over good.
You also never imagined you’d be holding a mental conversation while a cock was in your mouth, but here you were.
Well you’re not at home, so I had to inquire in different ways.
Again, you didn’t let the disturbance cease your actions as your tongue swirled.
I’m busy, Rhysand.
You rarely ever called him by his full name, which was probably your first giveaway.
A wicked pause.
Doing what? Or should I say, whom?
You had absolutely no idea how the High Lord of the Night Court managed to guess what you were currently doing.
Your hands slid upwards, over the exposed muscled stomach and you peered up at Eris—mouth still full of his cock—as you sent your own wicked sounding answer back to Rhys.
Nothing. Just giving our newest High Lord a proper welcome.
Your mouth slid even further down his cock, so large you knew you wouldn’t be able to fit the entirety in your mouth. Especially as you felt the tip nudge the back of your throat. Though he groaned in appreciation, something must’ve shown on your face for he pulled your head back, hauling your mouth off of him completely. You whimpered, already missing the weight of him in your mouth.
His eyes narrowed.
“Rhysand in your head again?”
For the second time in as many minutes, you had no idea how the other High Lord in your company managed to know such a thing.
“He’s being a busy body.”
As if on cue, Rhys’s response came. You hadn’t even realized that it’d seemed to take him an awful long beat before he’d even answered.
Can I join, darling?
You had to roll your eyes at the sensual and direct suggestion and you felt Eris assessing you as if trying to figure out the silent conversation that was occurring in your head.
No. Go polish the collection of mirrors you stare at yourself in.
Your response was flippant and final, but well meaning.
Rhys—similar to Eris—had a knack for flirting with you. It was no secret he was adventurous when it came to his sexual escapades, but he’d been taunting and teasing you with offers for centuries.
There was no response, the presence in your mind vanishing.
Good.
You fully intended to get back to what you’d been doing and you told Eris so.
“Care to resume, High Lord?” you teased, hand wrapping around the base of his cock.
His eyes shuttered, gaze still on you, though.
“I scared him off,” you smirked, leaning down to press your tongue against the broad head.
He growled his pleased answer, hand threading through your hair again like he was more than eager to have the feel of your mouth along his cock again.
You were more than happy to oblige him, once again pushing all you could fit into your mouth, moaning around him at just how pretty he sounded when he lost control.
Your fingers had just tightened around the rest of him when you heard the silken, familiar voice.
But this time from behind you.
“You sure know how to give your guests a warm welcome, don’t you, Eris?”
It was a miracle from the Mother herself that you didn’t actually choke.
He had winnowed in so silently that you’d missed his entry—that and you and Eris had clearly been a bit preoccupied.
Eris yanked you off his cock and to your feet so fast, you’d hardly registered the movement. He moved you right in front of him, obviously blocking his naked form.
You nearly gawked at your High Lord standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe, his hands in the pockets of his fine black pants. His lips were curled in amusement as he took in the sight before him.
You were sure your mouth was opening and closing like a fish as you tried to process Rhys observing you two. Or even as you tried to figure out what to say.
“By all means, don’t let me interrupt,” Rhys drawled smoothly.
You sighed, exasperated.
“Rhys, what are you doing here?”
You felt a strong forearm wrap around your bare stomach—not to mention the still hardened cock poking into your backside as Eris managed to pull you even closer to his body.
Rhys walked into the room, violet eyes twinkling with something dangerous—predatory interest, for sure.
“I must say I’m wounded, darling. Taking Eris to bed before me?”
You thought you heard a slight snarl from behind you. You also noticed the High Lord of Autumn had yet to speak.
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes.
“As you can see I’m perfectly alright and occupied at the moment, you can winnow home now, Rhys.”
He didn’t move though.
In fact, his eyes roved your form, hungrily.
You didn’t doubt he’d already taken note what you were clad in and filed it away the moment he’d arrived in the room. But now, Rhys let that desire, that absolute hunger for you, really shine through.
It was intense enough it made your throat bob and your thighs inadvertently squeeze.
His all knowing eyes dropped to that too and you felt yourself flush, feeling a little too warm—both caused by Rhys’s gaze and being pressed to the warm, muscled body of Eris behind you.
Suddenly you were asking yourself why you’d turned down Rhys earlier, at all. Why you’d initially thought it was a bad idea.
Two powerful, deadly beautiful and attractive High Lords with all their attention on you…
“Eris not satisfying you?” Rhys quipped, smoothly.
You heard the growl from behind you, but louder this time.
“Rhys…”
You’d opened your mouth to chastise him, to tell him to stop provoking Eris, but instead…instead your voice came out sounding a tad breathless.
His eyes shot to yours and you knew he’d heard the shift in your tone, just as much as you had. His eyes were nearly blazing as they once again took in your body—what was exposed, what was barely covered by scraps of lace.
Suddenly you found yourself extremely interested in what it would be like to have those large hands on your body, his sensuous mouth, his cock inside you…
If your core hadn’t already been molten, it sure was now. Your chest heaved with your shallow breaths, your arousal probably so potent that both males could detect it easily now.
You knew the one standing before you, sure had—a spark of recognition flickering in his eyes.
“Regretting your decision in saying no to me joining, are we now?”
It sounded like Eris nearly choked behind you.
“Joining? Absolutely not. Get out, Rhysand.”
You felt the stiffness of Eris behind you—in more ways than one—but you stayed quiet. Rhys locked in on that fact immediately.
His eyes stayed on you as he spoke to Eris, though.
“Am I not allowed to have a little fun?”
You paused, finding yourself actually considering.
You hadn’t necessarily been turned off from Rhys’s numerous advancements in the past, you’d just come to expect them as every day life. After all, it’d gone on for long enough that you’d assumed that’s just how yours and his relationship was.
But you’d never considered it actually happening.
After all, it wasn’t every day you had the opportunity to be at the mercy of two High Lords.
“You’re not seriously considering it, are you?” Eris scoffed.
You brought your lower lip between your teeth again, thinking.
“It could be fun…” you grinned.
The smirk on Rhys’s face grew, but Eris just growled lowly, the possessive hand that’d moved to your hip earlier, tightening further.
“After all, can’t a female enjoy both of her favorite High Lords?”
Eris’s grip loosened just slightly, but you could feel the rigidity still in his body, pressed behind you.
You turned, a hand sliding over his bare chest, looking up at him through your lashes.
“Just trust me, okay?”
His eyes assessed your face, clearly deciding to trust you as he gave a terse nod.
Your smile grew as you looked over a shoulder then crooked a finger at Rhys.
“Then come on in, take your clothes off and stay for a while, Rhys.”
Eris’s jaw was still tense as his eyes tracked the male’s approach behind you. You reached up, hand caressing his jaw as you pulled his face to yours.
Your lips pressed to his and you felt him relax just the slightest as your tongue swept over his lower lip. He groaned into the kiss, deepening it as you felt your pulse race in excitement.
Clearly, Rhys had wasted no time in following your orders because you felt arms wrap around you from behind and a press of another hardened cock, once again, against your ass. You moaned into Eris’s kiss just as you felt smirking lips against your neck, nipping lightly.
“So responsive," Rhys purred in your ear.
His deep voice breathed in your ear had you shuddering and breaking contact from Eris’s lips. Something both males took notice of.
Rhys just chuckled darkly, Eris just glared.
Rhys’s hands wasted no time in wandering though, something you saw Eris’s own eyes track. He missed nothing just as much as the male behind you.
It might be a challenge—balancing these two—but you had a feeling it’d sure be worth it.
One golden brown hand wandered over your still clothed breast, giving it a teasing squeeze through the fabric. You whimpered in response.
“This little outfit wouldn’t happen to be from that shop in Velaris that sells those pretty little lacy things, would it?”
He licked a line up the side of your neck and all you could manage was a hummed response and a nod as his thumb flicked over the peaked nipple beneath the lace.
His other hand went straight between your legs, cupping you through the tiny piece of lace situated there. You moaned appreciatively, back arching against his chest.
You hadn’t realized your eyes had slipped closed or the fact that Eris’s own touch had slipped from you until you felt firm fingers on your chin.
“Eyes on me.”
Your eyes snapped open to see Eris’s hard gaze on yours. You could still see the swaggering, arrogant male beneath it, just slightly, but he was acting standoffish.
You thought you’d change that.
Especially when his thumb brushed your lower lip and you bit down on it gently, those flames bursting to life in his eyes again.
“I’m here to appreciate you too, High Lord,” you hummed, one hand reaching down to wrap around his cock again.
He groaned, eyes sliding closed, clearly appreciating your attention. You leaned up, even as Rhys still explored your body, to nip at Eris’s bottom lip, giving his cock one slow stroke before falling away.
“Loosen up,” you murmured, though not unkindly and only loud enough for him to hear.
Though you figured with fae hearing, you were sure Rhys heard it too. If he did, he didn’t let on.
Rhys’s hand slid from your chest to your hip, the other hand—that’d already been between your legs—dipping beneath your underwear to slide through your slick folds, causing you to hiss. In response, he ground his cock into you from behind and you felt the ache between your legs intensify even more in reaction.
You were gonna need one of them inside you and soon.
Seeming like he was entirely happy to completely ignore Rhys’s presence, Eris spoke to you alone.
“I think you’re a tad too overdressed, sweetheart.”
His hands had replaced where Rhys’s had been before, palming your breasts.
“I’d tend to agree,” you breathed, tilting your head as Rhys continued to pepper kisses along the slope of your neck.
You let out a breathy moan as at the exact same time Rhys pushed a finger into your soaked entrance, Eris’s hand pulled the cup of your bra down, thumb rubbing over your nipple before pinching it.
“Gods, you’re soaked,” Rhys groaned from behind you, that lone finger pumping in and out of you, slowly.
Eris’s eyes darted downwards, like he, too, wanted to feel for himself.
“Difficult not to be when you’re being unraveled by the two most handsome High Lords,” you teased, head falling back against Rhys’s shoulder.
You knew Rhys could feel the way you clenched around that one finger, like you were desperate to hold on to his touch. You knew he was able to feel your heat, that tightness that would be just a preview for what it’d be like for his cock to be inside you.
“Fuck, darling, the way that little cunt is clenching,” Rhys growled in your ear, mouth hot on your neck as his finger stroked and your thighs trembled.
Eris’s mouth lowered to your one exposed breast while Rhys tilted your face towards his and finally connected your lips.
They were soft and firm under yours, but definitely downright teasing as he constantly changed the pressure of them against yours. One moment they’d be soft and teasing, barely a brush and the next, they’d be a harder press, mouth a hot glide over yours as your lips parted and his tongue swept in.
You whimpered, feeling the sensation of Eris’s tongue flicking against your nipple—likely to remind you of his presence there too. Meanwhile, Rhys’s tongue battled your own, twining with yours and one of your hands reached up and behind you, to thread through his short dark hair.
When you tugged on the strands gently, you felt—as much as you heard—the vibration of his deep growl against your back. Your other hand reached down and found the long tresses of the red haired male busy lavishing your breast and delved into them as well. You felt the appreciative hum against your nipple—that he currently had in his mouth—and you arched even more into Eris’s mouth.
You could feel the Autumn male’s delight.
Even if one may have been here for the fun of it—the other less than thrilled with the addition—you knew they were both going to wreck you, that’s for sure.
Which is how you came to the proposition you did as you parted from Rhys’s lips.
“You take these clothes off me and I’ll give you two whatever you want.”
You managed to get the sentence out—slightly wondering how, considering your mind was starting to go fuzzy around the edges from both male’s ministrations.
You felt both of them go preternaturally still, as if their curiosities had been piqued.
“Anything we want?” Rhys growled lowly, obviously loving the idea.
But it was Eris’s eyes that yours locked on as you answered, knowing he’d humored you this far, but unsure if he’d let it go much further. But right now, you didn’t want anything to ruin this once in a lifetime opportunity.
So, you tried to assuage the dissatisfaction of the male you’d begun with.
“Anything,” you repeated.
Eris’s brow just barely twitched, amusement filling his face. He was willing to humor you further, then.
Somehow, it felt like making a deal with two devils.
It’d be well worth it though.
“You each get to take off only one item. That way it evens the playing field.”
“Hard to even it when you’re the one writhing from just one finger of mine,” Rhys chuckled, curling that lone digit within you, making your vision blur.
Nor could you stop the answering moan.
“Imagine when it’s my cock, darling,” he breathed.
You audibly whimpered at the thought.
Another snarl came from the male in front of you.
“Down, Eris,” Rhys drawled, nonchalantly, “Not my fault I’m the one that already has her thighs quivering.”
Cauldron, did he ever. Especially as a second finger, finally, finally joined the first and you let out a pleased moan. You relished in the way Rhys’s fingers plunged deeply, slowly, curling within you. You gasped, back arching when his thumb brushed your swollen clit.
Likely because you were already vibrating with need and arousal, you felt the stirrings of release deep in the pit of your stomach and you were eager to chase it as you pushed yourself harder against Rhys’s hand. But, you knew you needed to be patient.
Even if you were ready for both Rhys and Eris to coax release after release from you.
You didn’t have to open your eyes to know the High Lord of Autumn was likely shooting daggers at the High Lord of Night.
Clearly, sharing was not a strong point for either of them.
“One item, each,” you reminded, trying to gather your bearings, despite Rhys’s teasing strokes.
You were met with grumbles from both as Eris pulled his touch away from your breast and Rhys pulled his fingers from inside you, much to your disappointment at each.
They took their time though, as if making sure their slow efforts would leave you shaking and trembling. Which, it was.
Eris’s mouth dipped to one of your shoulders, placing a kiss there as he slid the strap of your bra down, mouth lowering to your collarbone to place a kiss there as he pulled the other strap down. Hands reached behind you, unhooking it and you let the item fall to the ground.
“Fuck,” Eris whispered, almost like he hadn’t meant to, but the curse came slipping out anyways.
Your cheeks heated—not from embarrassment or shyness—but the intensity of his gaze on your bare breasts. The fire in his gaze. That same fire you recognized underneath each and every interaction you’d had with Eris for a long time.
Rhys had been languidly dragging his mouth and nose along the curve of your neck and shoulder, lips sometimes deviating to press against your jaw as his hands gripped your hips, right where the band of your lacy underwear sat.
He turned you to the point you were once again leaning against Eris—one of Eris’s arms wrapping protectively around your waist—while Rhys’s eyes finally settled on your bare upper body. His lips curled up in approval.
“Just as magnificent as I always thought they’d be.”
Your teeth scraped your bottom lip, waiting for Rhys to remove his piece of clothing.
While you waited, you felt Eris’s lips nuzzling your neck and you arched into the pleasant sensation.
You could’ve sworn you felt his smug smirk against your skin.
You weren’t sure why Eris seemed to be so possessive, but it made your blood heat just as much as Rhys’s lustful gaze on you did.
Rhys’s fingers hooked into the band of your underwear as his gaze snapped to yours. That same devilish grin you’d seen a million times and a million ways was turned on you now, the stars twinkling in his eyes as he took in your current state.
You were so heavily aroused that you practically squirmed in Eris’s arms, wanting his touch to go southwards too, wanting Rhys to do something other than tease you. You were practically vibrating with desire and anticipation at this point, so sensitive to each male’s touch.
Finally, he pulled the scrap of lace down your hips, kneeling to pull it down your legs.
As Rhys guided the clothing off, helping you to step out of it, he leaned forward, kissing your pelvic bone, right above the dripping cunt that was begging for attention at this point.
You gasped, back arching against Eris’s chest, fingers tightening on the muscular forearm of his that stretched across your stomach.
Your legs felt like jelly from the solitary touch.
“We’re going to have to move this to the bed because I may not be able to stand much longer,” you gasped.
A raspy laugh left Rhys’s throat as he peered up at you before standing again.
“Whatever you wish, darling.”
You finally stepped out of Eris’s arms—already missing the contact—when you realized you hadn’t taken the time to appreciate the male bodies you’d been surrounded with for some time now.
You’d been too preoccupied on first pleasing Eris—before Rhys’s arrival, that is—and what they were both doing to you, afterwards, that you hadn’t been able to properly take in the sculpted and marvelously strong bodies that were now yours for ravishing. At least for right now.
You took them in now, though.
One body of golden brown, with dark whirls of tattoos on the chest and the other pale and freckled, his body almost tattooed in its own way with the array of scattered freckles.
Your head turned from one direction to the other, taking in the strong biceps, muscled chests, carved from stone abdomens and if you were to glance down—which you did, with a slow smirk—you knew you’d find two impressive cocks.
You walked backwards to Eris’s bed, your eyes on both of them as they watched your every movement like hawks.
You briefly had the thought that you hadn’t expected to end up in Eris’s room when you first arrived in Autumn today, let alone be here with Rhys and Eris.
You sat on the bed, fully exposed to both of them now. You sat primly, quite the contrast to the situation at hand, but you knew with even just a slight shift of your legs, they’d be able to see how your arousal was dripping from you.
Which is precisely why you casually parted your legs for them to get a glimpse.
You didn’t miss how both amber and violet gazes tracked every movement, dipping to the apex of your thighs, zeroing in on the current state of you.
“Coming, boys?”
You knew your expression was desire filled, as hungry as their own faces displayed.
Eris was the first to move, a hand brushing your waist with a gentle squeeze as he joined you on the bed, behind you. You squeaked the slightest when his large hands gripped your hips and pulled you into his lap.
You shifted just slightly, feeling the delicious rub of his cock against where you throbbed the most. A deep, pained groan came from behind you.
He remained cold towards your High Lord who was still standing away from the bed, arms crossed, taking in the scene with amusement. Rhys didnt let it deter him though as he prowled forward, one broad hand engulfing your side as his head dipped to look at you.
Strands of dark hair fell across his forehead and his gaze didn’t break from you, even if his words were for the High Lord of Autumn.
“Problem sharing, Eris?”
His voice was casual, not the least bit bothered—even going as far as to sound amused at Eris’s behavior.
There was a grunt from the Autumn male.
“No more than you, it seems.”
Rhys just hummed, running a thumb across your lower lip. Your lashes fluttered, eager to have them both in the moment.
It was then that you noticed what was missing, your eyes opening fully to scan the space behind your High Lord.
“No wings today?”
Rhys had always teased you about how he thought he could get you in some pretty interesting positions with his wings. You were actually sad to see they weren’t out to play today.
“Too complicated to maneuver with this big ego already in the room,” Rhys answered, head tilting in Eris’s direction.
“Don’t you mean your own, High Lord?”
Eris’s gruff tone gave you chills, for some reason. Just the knowledge of them competing for your attention seemed to excite you further.
“Understandable if you can’t keep up with me, High Lord,” Rhys taunted, throwing back the sass in the title that Eris had provided, first.
“You’re both children,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes.
Rhys just winked at you before dipping to connect your lips to his. You gave a light moan at the contact.
Will you stop antagonizing him?
You shot the mental thought to your High Lord as his lips moved with yours.
When it’s so fun?
The amusement and dark chuckle in your mind only intensified when you mentally sent back the thought of a vulgar gesture. Apparently, the sentiment was received.
You felt a nip at your neck and you flinched—not in pain, but in surprise—Eris once again not failing to remind you of his presence as you kissed Rhys.
Like you could forget. Especially with his cock pressing so close to where you wanted one of them inside you, pronto.
You purposely shifted again, moaning louder into Rhys’s kiss at the drag of your cunt across Eris’s cock.
Gods, he was going to feel incredible.
While Eris’s hands palmed your breasts, your own hand wrapped around Rhys’s cock—as you’d neglected it for long enough.
He was warm and hard as steel, feeling like silk to the touch, as your hand slid along him, tightening your grip in a little squeeze here and there.
You knew he had to be impressive from the cocky arrogance that came with the High Lord of the Night Court, but your mouth had dried out at the first sight of it. You knew he knew how to satisfy a female with that.
Rhys groaned, fingertips tilting your face as the heated kiss continued, especially as your smaller hand pumped him.
Your thumb brushed the thick head, smearing the bead of precum on it and you grinned at the satisfied rumble from him.
You finally parted from the skilled lips, a tad breathless, the question already on your lips—eager to get things moving.
“So, who’s first?”
You were sure both males exchanged glances—Rhys seeming more at ease and cocky, Eris more aloof and unimpressed.
The fact he’d allowed this to happen was a minor miracle. But, you tilted your head over your shoulder, seeking him, brushing your lips against his in an almost more gentle nature than your kiss with Rhys had been.
Eris’s lips were soft against yours, in tone and not just feel. As if allowing you to take the pleasure you wanted from the situation even if he wasn’t wild about it. You felt your lips curve upwards in a smile as you kissed him.
You made a note to repay him somehow for this.
He chased your lips once when you pulled away as Rhys was busy exploring your body, mouth hot on your neck and moving down to your breasts. Your chest arched into the wicked mouth there and you reached up, your fingers brushing past the long red strands of Eris’s hair as they brushed his cheek gently, tenderly, almost reverently.
You didn’t know the reason why, but somehow you felt like you’d acted on instinct.
When you pulled away, a look passed between the two of you, his amber eyes conveying a message you weren’t quite sure you knew how you deciphered, but you did.
He would follow your lead.
“Well?” you prompted, turning back to Rhys who’d just licked a line up the center of your chest then nipped at your jawline.
“Well, I want to see what that pretty mouth of yours can do. I mean I already saw a good demonstration when Eris was halfway down your throat—”
Eris just snorted at Rhys’s comment, but he continued, ignoring it.
“But I—” he paused, stroking a finger down your jaw, tilting your face upwards to further look at him.
“I want to experience it for myself,” Rhys concluded.
You moved without a word, ready to position yourself. But unable to help yourself, you reached for Eris again, connecting your lips with his.
Apparently, you caught him off guard as he grunted at the sudden press of your lips, but he obliged you. Rhys, getting impatient, simply cleared his throat.
“Your High Lord awaits,” Rhys said in that silky tone of his.
Your eyes dropped, seeing the hardened cock just waiting for your mouth.
Indeed.
You heard the smirk in Eris’s voice as he spoke, his hands sliding along your body as you moved to position yourself in front of Rhys, better.
“Seems like you aren’t her favorite High Lord after all.”
He definitely had caught on to the inevitable pull you kept feeling towards him. Though you tried to brush it off as you trying to keep things even between the two males.
“Don’t forget she’s my courtier,” Rhys quipped.
“Don’t forget she came to me first,” came Eris’s retort.
“She may have come to you first, but I will be the first to make her come.”
With your gaze bouncing between both of them, you noticed Eris’s assessing, unimpressed look, “We’ll see about that.”
You were about ready to shift onto your hands and knees in front of Rhys when you felt movement behind you.
You had no idea what Eris had planned and you peeked back around and saw him lying on his back, hands reaching for your hips.
You found out a moment later what was on his mind when you felt his thumb brush your slick folds gently and he gave an approving grunt.
“Dripping like you’re in heat, aren’t you?”
Your breath hitched and your face flushed at his filthy words, but you didn’t argue.
You knew you couldn’t afford to be distracted, especially with another enticing cock in front of your face. But, you thought you’d repay Rhys for the teasing he’d provided you with. You bypassed the aching cock waiting for your mouth and slid your tongue along his finely muscled stomach.
You smirked at his response, the groan and the twitch of his cock that you noticed out of the corner of your eye.
You finally pulled back and were about ready to lean down to drag your tongue along his cock when you felt a harsh pinch along the inside of your thigh—a bite.
You felt Eris’s teeth sink into your skin on the inside of the other thigh and you whimpered, the sting brief but so arousing. You likely dripped even more from his actions.
Knowing you didn’t want Rhys to get impatient, you finally leaned down, teasing again, pressing your tongue flat against the head of his cock and leaving it there for a moment. Rhys’s growl of pleasure was instantaneous and you bit back a moan—just barely—when the taste of him hit your tongue.
You had to taste more.
Your tongue swirled around the tip and Rhys’s head dropped back, much to your delight. You finally slid your mouth on him fully, almost entirely forgetting about Eris’s presence—oddly enough like he wanted you to—before he made his deadly move.
You’d just taken more of Rhys into your mouth when you felt your hips being lowered, hot breath against your cunt, making it clench around nothing.
“I do believe she gets wetter for Autumn than she does Night,” Eris mused aloud, though neither of you deigned a response to that.
Not like you could speak at the moment, though.
But it was when you felt Eris’s tongue glide over your folds in one, torturous lick that you moaned aloud on Rhys’s cock, clearly pleasing the male kneeling before you.
His hand gripped your hair and you moaned at that.
Cauldron, these males would be the death of you.
You refocused your attention on Rhys, mouth moving on him, humming around him, knowing it would drive him wild.
You managed to stay focused for a while, even as you felt Eris’s tongue lapping at your entrance, like he was savoring every last bit of the taste of you that he could.
You beamed as his hips bucked at a particularly strong suck on him. It wasn’t easy to get a quick reaction like that out of Rhys and you found yourself a tad proud.
You pulled back, giving teasing kisses along his length as your fingers wrapped around the rest of his cock, sliding easily from the amount your mouth had been on him.
Down below, you felt your hips being tugged closer to Eris’s face as his tongue dove into your entrance without any warning. You were positive your eyes crossed and the indecent moan that escaped your throat was a tad embarrassing.
Just the feeling of his tongue delving into you made your head spin and you struggled to bring your focus back to the task at hand—all while you enjoyed the feel of Eris’s wicked mouth on you.
Turns out he could use said mouth on more than just smart remarks.
You took Rhys in your mouth again, feeling the warmth and the hard as steel cock in your mouth, making your senses go wild. He tasted as good as one could imagine from just a single look at the swaggering male.
You withdrew your lips again, to the tip, rolling your tongue around him. Your eyes gazed upwards and met his heated stare with as much of a teasing smirk you could, with your mouth filled with him.
You moaned—both in encouragement of his stare and the fact you felt Eris’s tongue travel upwards, moving from your entrance.
You knew where he was headed to next.
Rhys growled down at you, hips bucking again, then a second time as he thrust into you, sending his cock further into your mouth with each movement.
Just then, Eris’s tongue flicked your clit and it was so delightful, such an amazing sensation that your mouth instantly fell from Rhys, your eyes squeezing closed as you wished he’d do that specific movement again.
Obviously gathering your reaction from that, Eris did it again and you groaned a second time at the jolts of pleasure that shot up your spine at the ministration.
You were basically lost in the feeling of his mouth on you.
You felt a harsh grip in your hair as Rhys grabbed a handful, tugging your head firmly back to his cock. The head of it nudged your lips in silent command to open again.
“Since it seems you’re easily distracted, I thought I might just help you stay focused,” Rhys practically purred down to you.
You opened for him and got back to work.
Hand flat against your head, he moved you just like he wanted you and you went willingly, his head dropping back in ecstasy as he groaned deeply.
Despite having his cock in your mouth, it didn’t stop Rhys from popping into your head again.
Seems like Eris is quite intent on making sure you don’t forget I’m not the only one here. Not that I blame him, I am quite the delight.
You grunted around his length, eyes shooting upwards. He lifted his head again to peer down at you.
Violet eyes filled with amusement met your look.
It was at that moment that Eris’s tongue flicked your clit repeatedly and you groaned in bliss, lashes fluttering.
See what I mean?
Rhys was smug—not that that was any shock. But you could just hear the tone in your head.
You sure like hearing yourself talk. Or…think. Whatever.
Your response made him hum, likely too because you’d pulled off his cock long enough to lick up his shaft, anyways.
Should we see how deep that envy runs, darling?
You had no idea what he was even talking about and sent that thought back.
Watch this.
He waited until you lowered your mouth as far as it could go, fitting as much of his cock inside your mouth, the tip hitting your throat. You knew he could feel the slight contraction of your throat against his cock, too.
Rhys let out—what sounded like a slightly overdramatized moan—and probably more than you deserved for what you were doing. Then again, he tended to have a flair for the dramatic.
“Fuck, darling, your mouth is like heaven. I just know you’re giving me your best. Probably even better than your previous work.”
If you could’ve rolled your eyes mentally, you would’ve. Perhaps you did because you received a pleased chuckle inside your mind.
Right at the moment you felt a nibble against your clit, causing you to physically jolt. Your mouth instantly fell off Rhys as you let out the most pitifully loud gasped, choked moan.
Interesting.
You ignored Rhys’s voice in your head as Eris retreated, his licks and sucks on your clit coming few and far between. You whimpered, hips stuttering as you tried to press closer to his mouth, needing more friction. You practically ground against his mouth.
You felt the vibration of his moan against your cunt but you could focus on nothing else—even Rhys—as you chased the feeling of more, more, more from Eris Vanserra.
“Fuck, fuck, gods,” you moaned, the incoherent babbles all you could manage.
“Better get to work, darling. I want to be shooting down your throat as you come,” Rhys drawled, hand still tangled in your hair.
You groaned at that thought and obliged him.
When you returned your mouth, you let Rhys take what he needed, be as rough as he liked. You tried to focus, you really did, but your attention was all on Eris—you couldn’t help it.
You could tell by Rhys’s grunts and groans that he was close, which thank the Cauldron because you didn’t think you could hold on much longer, yourself.
Especially when you felt Eris’s grip tighten on your thighs, his tongue working overdrive, licking, flicking, lips sucking, to bring you over the edge as quickly as he could.
“Gods,” Rhys groaned.
You felt his grip in your hair tighten to nearly the point of pain as he thrust his hips one last time, deeper than he had yet. Your eyes watered slightly at the depth as he finally came undone with a growl, his release shooting down your throat.
You moaned around him, happy to take it all—a distant part of you halfway wishing you’d been able to have made it to this point with Eris earlier.
Rhys slowed his thrusts, chest heaving, fingers loosening in your hair. He quirked a brow down at you, his observation apparent.
You had yet to come.
Eris was lingering, pulling back and teasing—holding you on that edge like he wanted to make sure you weren’t preoccupied when he tore your orgasm from you.
And did he ever.
It had been cresting, somehow, without your knowledge. Perhaps you’d been too occupied with Rhys, but you felt your release rip out of you and you cried out—louder than you intended to.
Your hands clenched the bedsheets, your scream of ecstasy ringing in your ears as your body rode the waves of pleasure. Eris didn’t let up though, not even as you were trembling.
The sheer bliss radiated through your limbs, the intoxicating feeling rushing through your veins and you swore your ears rang.
Eris finally ceased his movements, leaving a final kiss against your clit making you hiss and your hips jerk from the overstimulation. You felt nips to your thighs again and you had no doubt he was marking the skin there—again.
“Well that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen considering I once judged a Summer Court bathing suit contest.”
Your eyes slid up to Rhys and you practically scowled as you tried to catch your breath and come back to reality. But the gleam in his eye told you he meant it and found pleasure in watching you fall apart just as much as he had from his own release.
When the bed shifted again as Eris finally moved from his previous position, your head turned, eyes cutting to him, feeling the urge to do something in thanks for his actions. You reached for him, your lips finding his as if that alone could convey your gratitude for what he’d just done.
You moaned softly against his lips, tasting yourself on him.
You felt arms wrap around your waist from behind and a smirking male nuzzling your neck.
Rhys continued your silent conversation, his silken voice appearing in your mind for the dozenth time that day.
You can’t show that amount of enthusiasm for me, darling?
Your mouth was still on Eris’s, his tongue busy exploring your mouth, even as you jumped slightly at the feel of Rhys tweaking one of your nipples in his fingers.
I just had your cock in my mouth.
Your reply was dry and unamused and you were positive Rhys actually purred back in your mind, pleased at the thought of what had just happened.
It had been a nice sound and feeling to know you’d made him come so hard.
“I think it’s time for me to fuck you, darling,” Rhys murmured outloud to you.
You broke away from Eris’s lips—much to his displeasure—and actually groaned aloud at his words.
Despite having one world shattering orgasm, your arousal spiked suddenly again. You rubbed your thighs together at the thought and a dark, sensual chuckle came from deep within Rhys’s chest as his eyes flicked down to your eager action.
“I just know,” Rhys said casually, thumb and forefinger holding your chin so he could lift your face to look at you directly, “You’d be perfect to give me plenty of heirs. Fill you up until you’re leaking with me.”
You didn’t have a chance to answer before the smug voice of the second male in your presence spoke.
“Some would say the strongest seed would take first and I do believe I know whose that is,” Eris paused, hand gliding down your arm.
His other hand was gentle as he swept your hair off your neck and over the opposite shoulder. He dropped a kiss to the back of your neck before continuing.
“You’d take me so well, wouldn’t you sweetheart? Let me fill you over and over with every last drop until you’d have no choice but to carry my heir, hm?”
He hadn’t even touched you yet—at least not in the way you wanted—but it felt like every single word of his had skittered along your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps.
“Yes,” you breathed, “I’d let you drip down my thighs only to fuck it back into me.”
The male shuddered against you. Actually shuddered.
At some point—you didn’t even realize when—your head had turned to look at Eris. Your eyes broke away from his searing gaze by Rhys’s low chuckle.
“Didn’t know you had such a filthy mouth on you, darling. You’ve been holding out on us.”
Maybe it was the sheer euphoria you were under the influence of, but you blurted out the idea that’d only popped in your mind a millisecond before.
“I want you both inside me at once.”
Since you were still mostly faced away from Rhys, you only saw Eris’s reaction.
His brows shot up, his look questioning. But his eyes scanned your face, though you weren’t sure what exactly he was searching for.
Your eyes again turned from Eris when you heard the rustling of the sheets and Rhys leaning back against the headboard, patting his lap.
“Then come here, darling.”
You crawled to him, anticipation building. He watched you with that keen gaze, that slow smile growing bigger with each and every inch toward him. You straddled Rhys’s waist, before his hands gripped your hips, moving your body in a slow, thorough grind along his length. He groaned at the same time that you gave a startled gasp and Rhys caught your lips with his, a quick sizzling kiss being exchanged between you two.
You looked over your shoulder, eyes lidded with desire, lips swollen from the kisses of both males as your gaze slid up the naked form of Eris. He sat where you’d left him, taking in the sight of you and Rhys, expression hard as stone.
“Come on, gorgeous,” you prompted, tongue parting your lips to moisten them as your eyes rose to his face.
You caught the way he took in that movement and his expression shifted, minutely, at your compliment and command to join.
You didn’t miss the faint smirk blooming on his lips that he tried to hide.
More rustling sounded behind you and Eris dipped his mouth to your ear as he kneeled on the bed behind you.
“We’re both going to fill you.”
Was it just your imagination or was there a tightness to his voice?
He continued before you could give it much thought.
“He’ll be in your cunt and I will be…here.”
You gasped when you felt Eris’s finger gently teasing your backside, brushing your entrance there.
You gulped nervously. It wasn’t that you were against trying it, per se, but it wasn’t something you’d ever tried before. A part of you didn’t know what to expect.
You looked back over your shoulder, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth in slight apprehension.
Eris’s eyes dropped to your mouth, somehow able to garner your nerves without you saying a single word. Somehow, he could sense your wariness.
His fingers stroked the skin at your hips, soothingly, eyes searching your face. You knew he was telling you he wouldn’t push any boundaries you weren’t comfortable with, but he’d take care of you too, if you gave him permission.
The touch at your hips was soothing and it did calm your nerves as you realized if you were to trust anyone to try this with, it would be Eris.
He seemed to read the thoughts flitting across your mind in your face even before you dipped your chin in a nod, giving him permission to continue.
“I’ll take good care of you, sweetheart,” Eris said, finally speaking, aloud.
Your eyes followed the index finger that he slipped into his mouth, wetting it before he lowered it to your ass, pushing it in slowly. You grimaced at the intrusion and the sharp sting of it, but it wasn’t horrible.
“Both of your favorite High Lords buried in you at once,” Rhys mused at the plan that’d been laid out, causing you to turn back to where he was propped up.
Your thighs tightened around his waist, excited at the idea.
“You’re quite the lucky female,” Rhys continued his thought, a rakish grin spreading across that handsome face of his.
“Don’t I know it,” you moaned, feeling Eris’s finger sliding in and out.
“Think you’ll be able to handle us?”
You quirked a brow at the unusual teasing comment from Eris and threw him an amused look.
“You can count on it, High Lord,” you purred.
You were positive you saw his eyes darken even further in response.
“Oh, fuck,” you moaned aloud.
Eris had lifted your hips enough—quickly too—for him to swipe his cock through your wet folds. The rub of his cock against you had you almost seeing stars, already. You could only imagine the feel of him being inside you.
He leaned forward enough to drag his tongue along your spine before he did anything else. You felt the brush of his hair skim along your bare back and you shivered at the touch, feeling your nipples pebble—like any little brush from Eris drove you wild.
“Just making sure I prepare enough,” he murmured to you, alone.
Making sure he wouldn’t hurt you, you realized. He needed enough lubrication to push into an even tighter entrance.
Eris was waiting until you were situated with Rhys inside you first before he made a move, so you shifted, getting into position.
You reached behind you, pumping Rhys’s cock a few quick times, making the High Lord of Night growl. You took a moment to tease yourself though, dragging the head of his cock through your slick folds, the blunt tip brushing your clit.
You moaned at the feeling.
Rhys was just as mesmerized by it if his groan was of any indication.
“Either you put me inside you already or I’ll slam you down on my cock instead,” he threatened around another growl.
You whimpered at his tone and with one last drag back to your entrance—causing Rhys to hiss—you notched him at your entrance and slowly slid down onto his cock.
“Fucking Cauldron,” Rhys groaned aloud, head tipping back against the headboard, “Fuck, darling you feel amazing.”
You’d gasped at his entrance too, at the feeling.
You could hardly hear him as your cunt acclimated the stretch of his cock and it felt so fucking amazing. It took all your willpower not to start moving on him right that second.
“My turn now, sweetheart.”
Of course, you hadn’t forgotten Eris, couldn’t forget the warm presence behind you—the one that was like a living flame. But you were starting to wonder if this was a good idea if you were already overwhelmed by just Rhys inside you.
His hand was on your lower back, pushing you gently forward to the point you were leaning over Rhys a bit more. You gasped at the angle change, feeling Rhys’s cock shift deeper within you.
Gods spare you, this was absolutely glorious.
Rhys groaned, fingers of one hand curling around your neck as your hair fell like a certain around yours and his faces.
You took the opportunity to bend down, giving him a messy kiss. You were so aroused, so worked up, you didn’t think you could give a proper kiss right now.
He met you with the same intensity of teeth and tongue and lips. You felt the vibration of his grunt against your mouth and you got the feeling it was taking all his restraint not to start fucking you for all he was worth.
You found yourself lost in that heat between you and Rhys—at least until you were pulled from it at the feel of Eris breaching your other entrance.
Your mouth ripped from Rhys’s, your body instinctually going tense without you even meaning it to.
“Relax for me, sweetheart,” Eris murmured.
You groaned at the resistance you felt, so much more powerful of a sensation than just when his finger pushed in. You gripped at the sheets on either side of Rhys and Rhys gave you a moment, despite already being so wonderfully buried in your cunt.
Violet eyes watched you, tender and caring—though maybe not to the extent you’d seen from Eris today—but a hand cupped the side of your neck.
“You’re doing so good for us,” Rhys murmured his praise.
You also felt Eris’s grounding touch, his thumbs circling your skin as he gripped your hips and eased into your ass. He took it slow, giving you time to adjust as your body relaxed around him.
It was then that you felt warmth lick up your spine.
You couldn’t see it, but you could’ve sworn that Eris had just sent a wisp of his flames skittering up your spine.
Not hot enough to harm, but warm enough to soothe, to distract from the overwhelming feeling.
Maybe distraction was exactly why Rhys chose then to comment.
“It’s almost a shame Az isn’t here so you’d have someone filling that pretty little mouth, too.”
You felt Eris’s hands tighten on your hips and you knew he was fighting the urge to snarl.
A peek back over your shoulder at the redhead had you giving him a look saying, He’s kidding.
A scowl, but the look in his eyes—one that was easy to decipher—said that Rhys better be.
Rather jealous isn’t he?
Rhys’s smirk as he looked up at you and communicated with you mind to mind made you glare at him.
Ignore him.
It’s quite curious, don’t you think?
The look you threw at him said more than any response in your mind could and Rhys chuckled, hands gliding up your sides to your ribcage.
Just shut up and fuck me, came your reply.
My pleasure, darling.
By this point, Eris had sheathed himself fully in you with an appreciative moan. You felt your jaw slacken at the feeling at both males seated in you.
Full. So full.
You felt so fucking full with both High Lords’ cocks buried in you. It was almost too much, almost overwhelming.
Yet you were positively drunk on the feeling, though you weren’t quite sure how you’d make this work.
You heard Eris’s low curse from behind you, a muttered comment that you couldn’t quite catch.
Your hips shifted experimentally and you moaned at the drag of Rhys’s cock buried in you. You were half draped over him and you tried to grind yourself against his length, succeeding in a natural bounce back towards Eris as he eased out so slowly to push back in. You grimaced at the foreign sensation, not entirely unpleasant, but it was definitely an adjustment.
You felt a pinch of your skin at your hip and something in it made you turn your head.
You found Eris’s eyes already on you.
Are you okay? is what his look seemed to convey.
We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.
You seemed to know exactly what he was saying by looks alone, just as well as if he’d been speaking into your mind like Rhys could.
He rocked into you slowly, his burning gaze locked on yours.
How does that feel?
The question in those amber eyes was so apparent to you, you’d have almost thought he spoke the question out loud.
“Amazing,” you breathed, hands having found Rhys’s shoulders at some point, squeezing gently.
Your hair fell over your shoulder, like a waterfall, cascading towards Rhys’s body as you stayed turned towards Eris.
At some point the discomfort had faded, the intense burning subsiding. It was then you realized most of this would be up to you to lead and for them to follow—a once in a lifetime chance to have them both at your will.
So began the slow work of rocking your hips gently. Every time one of them moved deeper, quicker, the other eased up.
When Rhys thrust his hips up more forcefully, hitting deeper and more precisely in time to your downward grinds and circling, Eris would ease up, back to rocking slowly.
It wasn’t fast or rough—just deep and incredibly sensual. In fact, you couldn’t remember such an erotic experience.
You quite literally felt like you were being cherished—perhaps in the naughtiest of ways—by both males.
It didn’t take long to fall into a rhythmic pacing.
They both followed your lead as you moved, gentle and controlled. More like it was about the experience and pleasure, not just to finish. Though you’d already made up your mind that if they didn’t finish from this, you’d make it up to them. Hands, mouth, both, whatever it took.
While Rhys’s hands roamed your body—his hips slow and calculated with each movement—Eris spent his time leaving kisses any place he could.
It started on your lower back, up your spine—along the back of your neck and over your shoulder too, once you’d been able to lean backwards some.
“So good sweetheart, you feel so good,” Eris uttered against your shoulder.
The room slowly became filled with the symphony of yours and the males mixed moans and groans and that was enough to drive you wild. Knowing both Rhys and Eris were experiencing such pleasure because of you—your body slowly pulling each of them to the edge.
“Gods,” you moaned aloud, the overwhelming sensation starting to tingle again.
“That’s it, darling. Look at you, taking us so well,” Rhys praised, hands moving up your sides to grip your breasts.
Your hands braced on Rhys’s tanned chest as you leaned forward, the three of you having fallen into such a perfect rhythm you felt like you could move a little quicker, with more urgency as you approached release. The more you moved, the more your clit rubbed against his pubic bone and you keened, the friction the perfect addition to the pleasure you were feeling.
Rhys’s gaze was hot on you as he watched you, eyes lidded.
“Gods, look at you. Take what you need, darling. Get yourself off on me.”
You groaned aloud, head falling back. With each movement of your hips forward, Eris went with you, pushing back in. The combination of both stimulations plus the friction of your clit was sending you spiraling.
Rhys cursed as he felt your cunt squeeze him tight, your walls fluttering as you neared release.
“Fuck, you keep doing that and I’ll spill in you within seconds,” he grunted.
You were too far gone at this point to care how debauched you probably sounded—in words and noises.
“Do it,” you moaned, “Come in me, Rhys.”
Well, since you asked so nicely.
It was as if he was incapable of words so all he could do was say it mentally, inside your mind.
His hands guided you quicker and you felt your entire body tensing with each and every brush of your clit against him. You were so close, on the precipice of release—it just a hair's breadth away.
“I want to hear you again,” came the growl from behind you.
With that, it was like the leash of restraint snapped—as if your body only obeyed Eris's command and Eris’s command only. You fell apart, moaning loudly as you completely shattered.
With one last thrust upwards of his hips, Rhys was following, his pleasure filled groan and curse loud in your ears as he came in you. Moments later you felt the warmth, the excess, already making its way out of you. You knew you’d be dripping with him the moment his cock was no longer inside you.
“You look so pretty coming on my cock,” Rhys drawled, still breathless, “That image will stay with me for a long time.”
You were still reeling from your orgasm, to the point you hadn’t noted when Eris had gently removed himself from you. Nor had you yet to piece together that for the second time that day, he’d yet to come.
But you didn’t miss the snarl that Eris launched Rhys’s way at his comment.
“Testy,” Rhys muttered with a sly grin.
Finally moving off of Rhys, you collapsed next to him, still panting and sweaty, limbs still trembling.
You weren’t sure you could recover after such an experience.
Your chest had yet to slow, still heaving when you watched Rhys rise from the bed.
“I hate to have fun and run, but this High Lord still has a packed day,” Rhys mused.
From behind you, you heard Eris snort. You weren’t sure if he’d even moved yet as your back was to him.
With a wave of his hand, his clothes appeared in his hand from wherever he’d discarded them earlier. He dressed normally though, those violet eyes roaming over your worn out body still sprawled across the bed. Clearly he approved of the sight and how thoroughly he’d managed to wreck you.
“Thanks for the treat, darling. I had fun.”
Rhys gave you a wink and a smirk as he finished dressing.
“I suppose I’ll see you at home later, then?”
You gave him a dismissive wave, still too tired to speak and he chuckled, his eyes sliding past you to the male behind you.
“Thanks for the warm welcome, Eris. Even if you are as possessive as a mate.”
With one last amused glance at you—like he knew something you didn’t—Rhys winnowed away just as silently and quickly as he’d arrived earlier.
His strange words rang in your head, but your mind was still too fuzzy from release to hold on to anything too coherent at the moment.
“I thought he’d never leave.”
The warm, deep voice from behind you sent a chill skittering down your spine for some unknown reason. Though you realized in general you found it warm and comforting.
You just scoffed, practically melting into his touch as Eris’s hand slid along your bare side and over your stomach. He nipped along your shoulder, up the side of your neck until he reached your ear, taking the lobe between his teeth gently.
His whispered murmur made you shiver in delight.
“While that was an…interesting experience, I think I prefer having you all to myself.”
“You didn’t get enough before?” you mumbled, half teasing.
“Who said I got enough at all?”
His breath was warm against your neck, your ear and suddenly it was like the realization struck you like a stone to the head.
Your eyes snapped open, head whirling to him, eyes lowering below his waist to find his cock still hard, still eager—still in need of release.
Where Rhys was long and large, Eris was large and thick. So much so, that you’d wondered how the hell you’d managed to fit him in two of your holes already today.
For not once, but twice today you’d failed to bring him to completion.
Your face flamed in shame.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” you practically hissed.
“Because I was waiting until I got you alone,” Eris nuzzled your neck, lips peppering kisses along the skin, “You’d think I’d let him come in you and forfeit my turn? I thought you knew me better than that, sweetheart.”
You were still worn out, slightly reeling still from the activities prior, but you felt arousal stirring again, even if you wondered if you’d be able to handle any more.
Gentle fingers caressed the opposite side of your face, turning it to look into his again.
Just like earlier, it was as if words weren’t needed in what his expression portrayed. Right now, the—unusual for him—soft look on his face said that if you weren’t up to it, didn’t feel like you could take any more, that it would end here and he wouldn’t push you.
But your eyes scanned his face, so close now that you noticed in even more detail the freckles that scattered across his face. You didn’t understand why your breath hitched at the intensity of his gaze, but you found yourself leaning in, mouth searching for his like it had made up its mind before even you could.
But, yes, you wanted this.
You wanted him inside you, too.
The soft pout of his lips curved into a pleased smirk at whatever hunger and desire he surely saw on your face. In an unusually soft gesture, his face lowered to yours, nose brushing against yours before the barest touch of his lips ghosted yours.
Simultaneously, he maneuvered you, turning you completely on your back as he moved to hover over you.
“I want to see you. The moment I enter you, the moment you fall apart and the moment I fill you so deeply that only my seed will be prevalent. Not his.”
Your lashes fluttered, his words sparking heat so deep within you that you knew only he would be able to extinguish those flames.
He bent, mouth on your throat as he licked a line up it. Suddenly, you felt like your skin was overheating and despite feeling overwhelmed, overstimulated and worn out earlier, you were already ready for him to do something. Anything.
You felt the heavy press of him against your thigh and you groaned, the desire to have Eris buried in you now doubling.
His next words were practically a growl. In fact, they were half a shade away from being growled, if you were honest.
“I’m gonna fuck his scent right off you. Until it’s only mine left on you. Mine.”
You were entranced by the words, the lone word. You couldn’t have said why, either.
He’d pulled back enough to look down into your face, his hips pressing against yours. Automatically, despite the tremble in them from earlier activities, your legs lifted, naturally wrapping around his waist, trying to pull him closer. He purposely teased you, rubbing that magnificently hard cock against your once again throbbing core.
He groaned lowly, teasing himself just as much as he was you.
He bent low again, nose running a line along your cheek, his whispered murmur sensual and full of wanton desire.
“Perhaps I’m the lucky one today.”
You tried to move back so you could see his face, your brows scrunching in confusion.
“I’m the only one that gets to be inside all of you.”
You whimpered, body instinctually arching into his, ready to move onto this next destination that you wanted him to be in so desperately.
But you had to stop, even for a minuscule moment, realizing Eris was right. Rhys may have been in your mouth and cunt, but Eris was staking claim everywhere on you.
One hand slid up the outside of your thigh, his gaze locked on yours. He opened his mouth, then closed it again like he wasn’t sure what to say or even how to say what he was trying to.
But you managed to guess.
“I want this,” you breathed.
Exhaustion be damned. You weren’t going to pass up this opportunity either.
After all, you’d thought quite some time earlier that you’d make it up to Eris for going along with the arrangement in the first place.
Plus, you owed him, in more ways than one.
Your hands slid up his back, hips lifting in invitation as your lips met his.
Maybe this was why you subconsciously kept seeking him out the entire time because something about his lips on yours settled something deep within you.
Your head tilted as your mouth parted underneath his and his tongue swept in, sweeping up yours with his as they tangled and danced. His other hand drifted up your side, covering one of your breasts. Your answering moan was enough to make him chuckle against your lips as he broke the kiss.
He paused for a moment before giving you a series of shorter, more urgent kisses. It was like a burst of them came tumbling one after another, as if neither of you could stand to be parted for long.
His lips finally fell to your neck where he dropped a single kiss before you felt a stinging bite—a nip strong enough that you knew it would leave a mark. You hissed as his tongue licked over the now sensitive area.
“You look so pretty with my mark on you,” he mumbled.
“You’re ridiculous,” you huffed, though you made no effort to argue further.
“You should see the ones I left on your thighs. They’re beautiful.”
The whimpered moan that came in response was clearly what he liked to hear.
You pushed him back, legs falling from his waist, and he froze, seeming to think that you were putting an end to this. Though you managed to know if you did, Eris wouldn’t push you or shame you for it.
But that wasn’t the reason you wanted him to sit back.
You just wanted a moment.
For you hadn’t taken enough time to truly appreciate the bodies of the males you’d had the privilege of having, today. But you weren’t about to miss out on that advantage now.
You wanted to take in every inch of Eris’s pale physique, feel every dip and curve of the hard earned muscles on his body.
Your hands started at his biceps and you grinned, raising an impressed brow at him.
You weren’t immune to the incredibly in shape males that surrounded you in Prythian, but something about Eris’s body was so much more special than what you saw from day to day. You catalogued him trying to fight a smirk, the corner of his mouth twitching.
“I do love a strong male,” you quipped, nonchalantly, fingers squeezing the muscles gently.
“You’ve seen your fair share,” he responded, flippantly.
The truth snuck out before you could stop it, though.
“None of them are you.”
Those amber eyes snapped to yours and he seemed to be at a loss for words. Rather shocking for the male.
Your eyes roamed over him. His flushed cheeks from earlier exertion just made his disheveled hair look even more like it was perfectly tousled. The length fell over the front of his shoulders down his bare chest and you couldn’t help but find yourself in awe.
Why exactly, you couldn’t pinpoint. Maybe because you were one lucky female to even be invited to the now High Lord’s bed. Eris had always seemed to be picky with his lovers and you’d never really known his criteria—you still weren’t entirely sure how you’d made the cut.
But you were glad you had.
Your hands roamed up to the broad and strong shoulders, fingertips gentle there before dropping to his chest. You pressed your palms flat against the warm skin and your lips pressed a kiss to his collarbone.
Cauldron, you had a desire to spend hours worshipping his body. Not even in a sexual way, but just…touching, memorizing, exploring.
Like how he had the most random cluster of freckles scattered across his torso—some on the tops of his shoulders. It made you smile.
Your fingers finally trailed further downwards, brushing over the ridges of his abdomen, smirking when you felt the muscles jump and twitch under your touch.
He was beautiful.
Of course, Rhys was beautiful too.
But there was just something about Eris.
Your eyes shuttered as you glanced down, touch going with it. You wrapped a hand around his cock causing him to hiss and arch into your hand.
You gave him a solitary stroke before gently moving him to your soaked entrance. He took over from there, head prodding your opening, just enough to coat the tip in your arousal. Both of you groaned in varying levels of desperation.
He finally fell back into you, between your legs, as his hips pushed forward and then he was sliding all the way home.
“Gods,” you squeaked.
Actually squeaked.
Perhaps because you were so overwhelmed with the feel of him, the breathlessness of your current state, that the combination of the high pitched whine and moan came out sounding incredibly mouse-like.
He let out a raspy chuckle, sounding just as wrecked as you.
“I prefer you best like this,” he mumbled against your mouth as his hips started to move, slow drags of his cock against your walls making you moan.
“What, in my cunt?” you rasped, chest heaving from the overwhelming pleasure.
“No. Mine.”
There it was again.
You couldn’t explain why it sounded so final, so definite—not that you minded it—but his clear possessiveness was making you burn hotter for him.
Before you could answer, his speed picked up and he was pulling out and thrusting back into you at a steady rate.
“Eris,” your moan left you in an entire breath, your hips working in tandem with his.
All you could focus on was how amazing he felt as he moved inside you.
You felt him tense under your touch and you realized that during the entire time you’d had both males’ attention on you—while you’d done plenty of moaning—you hadn’t moaned either of their names.
Not until now.
It was like you couldn’t help it.
“Never heard a more beautiful sound,” he groaned, face falling into the crook of your neck.
You giggled breathlessly as you got a face full of his hair, the light, carefree laugh sounding just like you had earlier in the day when this entire thing had started just between you and him. You pushed it away, but your fingers thread through it as you tugged gently to pull his face up.
You brought your lips back to his as his hips rolled into yours.
You moaned lightly at the feeling of him nestled so wonderfully deep in you, appreciating him taking it easier on your slowly wearing out body. But a spark inside you made you crave deeply and somehow, this wasn’t enough yet.
As his hips retreated to thrust into you again, you pushed up off the bed, sitting upright. You resisted the urge to whimper at the disconnect as his cock slid fully out of you—like your body was missing what it was still craving.
His confusion was apparent, but you were persistent as you pushed him back with a hand on his chest, wanting to climb in his lap.
“I want you deeper.”
You could see the war battling on Eris’s face, the struggle between desire and what you’d quickly recognized as him trying to take care of you because of how thoroughly fucked you’d already been.
But, you needed more.
At least he didn’t stop you from climbing into his lap.
His hands glided over your back as he peered up in your face as you settled, reaching between you to guide him back to your entrance.
It took mere seconds for both of you to be joined again and the moan that left your mouth was nothing short of blissful.
You felt his touch, hesitant on you and you forced your eyes open to look down at him. His gaze was blazing—quite literally—the flames in his eyes causing you to tighten around his cock noticeably.
He still looked wary though, like he was fighting the temptation to let you take over after what occurred earlier.
“I still have a debt to settle,” you whispered.
It came out breathier, more seductive than you meant it to, but you were serious. You’d left him hanging twice today, you weren’t about to let it happen a third time.
As your hips rocked, you leaned down to capture his lips with yours, to knock that hesitant look from his face—to let him know you wanted this, needed this.
You don’t know what did it, but one hand came up to your head, gripping it in his hand as he kissed you back harder, hotter like he indeed was intent on making you forget Rhys all together.
When you parted for breath, you panted, “If I knew you were going to feel like this, I would’ve let you go first.”
His laugh burst out of him in a deep exhale, looking thoroughly amused.
“I might’ve kept you all to myself then.”
You couldn’t stop the shiver of delight his wicked words gave you.
Your hips moved rhythmically as you ground along his length, his hands stationing on your hips to guide your body.
“Guess it’s a good thing we decided to finish what we started earlier then, huh?” you asked, moaning at the way his own hips shifted and moved with yours.
“Sweetheart, if you hadn’t, I’d already decided I was going to,” Eris rasped.
Your head fell back, your hair dangling along your back as your hips moved faster.
You weren’t sure where the energy came from, how you didn’t feel half dead like you just had not long ago. But the feel of him in you, while also knowing you wanted him to have his pleasure too, motivated you further.
He groaned loudly as you subconsciously tightened around his cock repeatedly, not even meaning to, but just the sight of him looking blissed out had you unraveling.
Had this been what he looked like when his face had been between your legs? When he’d been behind you earlier?
If so, you’d clearly been missing out.
You felt out of control, like you couldn’t stop the absolute wildness of your behavior right now.
You lunged forward, licking up his throat, nipping at his jaw, fingers curling in the long locks of beautiful red hair.
One of his hands supported his weight against the mattress as he relentlessly thrust upwards into you, meeting every movement of yours. Your moans grew louder, more desperate and he was unraveling you slowly, but thoroughly.
“You want your heirs so badly? Why don’t you stake your claim and spill in me until I’m begging you to do it again,” you gritted out, barely managing to get the words out through your fog of ecstasy.
You didn’t think you’d ever heard the kind of growl like the kind that escaped his chest in response.
Your back arched as your fingers dug into his biceps as he unleashed himself, just like you suspected he was capable of. As his hips repeatedly rammed up into yours, chasing the release he likely had been dying for all day, his head dipped, taking one of your nipples in his mouth.
The added addition of the sucks and licks against the hardened bud nearly had you seeing stars as your fingers gripped his hair tighter.
“Fuck, Eris, yesss, Eris.”
You couldn’t stop—couldn’t manage to control your moans, your reactions, the way his name so easily fell off your tongue now.
The hand on your hip tightened further to nearly the point of pain with every moan of his name that fell from your lips.
Tingling had started and your limbs were shaking. You weren’t quite sure you could handle the intensity of what was to come. His head lifted from your breast as it fell back between his shoulders.
“Oh gods, sweetheart, fuck.”
Just from the way he sounded, the way he looked—as you managed to pry your eyes open again to watch him as he spiraled—you knew his release was close. You could feel him tense beneath you and you wanted it, wanted it so bad.
He moved you on him faster as a result.
You don’t know what possessed you as you leaned forward, tongue licking a line along the sharp cut of his jawline.
You whispered your comment in his ear, low and suggestive, despite your words not being filthy in nature at all.
“It’s your turn now, Eris.”
His reaction was immediate.
“Fuck!”
His loud groans filled your ears and then he was clinging to you, fingers digging into your hips as his release hit him swiftly—powerfully—and he spilled in you. His face dropped to your shoulder as the orgasm wracked his body, even as you still moved on him.
You felt the warmth from the inside out as it already began leaking from you before you’d fallen over the edge of your own release.
Eris’s face was still buried in your shoulder when he reached down, fingers teasing your clit to make sure you weren’t left unsatisfied.
It would’ve been impossible for him to, anyways.
Even still, your own release hit you just as hard.
You’d had two other orgasms prior to this today—both he’d technically had a hand in—but neither had felt as intense as this did. The built up tension that felt like it had grown exponentially earlier, snapped like a band pulled too tight as sheer pleasure overwrought your senses.
You may have screamed. You practically had for him once before, earlier.
The waves of euphoria crashed through you so rapidly you couldn’t process anything other than the pleasant feeling and the fact he held you so tight against him, like you belonged there, like he wasn’t about to let go.
Your breath sawed out of you as your eyes finally met his.
Eris Vanserra, High Lord of the Autumn Court looked wrecked.
By you.
Still, you shouldn’t have been surprised that a snarky remark—albeit weaker than his usual—was the first thing to come out of his mouth.
“Did that live up to your beloved Rhysand?”
You actually blinked, so dazed you couldn’t think straight.
“Who?”
His warm chuckle left you just as tingly as your post orgasm haze had. Your traitorous eyes dropped to his mouth and he answered your silent request, kissing you a final time.
Soft, sweet, appreciative for what you’d just given one another.
You felt settled, happy, sated. You could even go as far as to say positively blissful.
All too soon the kiss ended and you knew it was well past time for you to move. To dress, get back home and back to the real world.
You climbed out of his lap, despite missing his touch already. As you gathered your clothes, pulling on your undergarments, you spoke.
“If I haven’t said it already, congratulations on your throne, High Lord.”
You couldn’t stop the thoughts that flitted across your mind—images of being spread out on said throne, underneath Eris. Reinforcing the idea that you very much hoped to do something like this again.
Not like what happened earlier, but with him.
With just Eris.
But, you stayed focused on the male in your presence, banishing those thoughts for now.
He was sprawled out now on the bed, his head resting in his propped hand. His red hair halfway draped over one shoulder, completely in disarray now, his freckled, pale face slick with a sheen of sweat.
He looked like he was left as satisfied as you felt.
His quip came quick as lightning, not that that was unusual for the male.
“Hope you don’t forget who your favorite High Lord truly is.”
Your eyes raked down his naked form, appreciatively, as an insatiable hunger started deep within you—alongside a strange sensation of unsettledness, like you were leaving a piece of you behind. You couldn’t fathom what was causing you to feel such a way.
Your answering words were filled with sensual familiarity and intimacy laced your tone. For what you and he’d shared today.
For there was a strange connection you seemed to share with the High Lord of Autumn.
I get wet at the thought of you (being a responsible guy)
Clark Kent x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: Clark Kent, starring as the lamb. He has more than one pillow, calls his mom (but not too much), isn’t afraid to buy you tampons, and thinks about your needs like it’s second nature. You, starring as the lioness. In your opinion, his thoughtfulness is more effective than any other foreplay. Inspiration from Tears by Sabrina Carpenter
Word Count: 4.0k
Authors Note:stared at this for so long I don’t even know if it’s good anymore but here it is!!! If it’s bad don’t tell me!
Warnings: MDNI 18+ p in v, reader is a freak, Clark Kent fucks, established relationship, sub!Clark if you squint idk maybe even more like switch Clark? they’re horny! that’s all I know, brief prey/predator dynamic, ikea, gratuitous use of italics, please let me know if I missed anything <3 also keep this visual 🖖 in mind for later okay thanks.
It was sick really.
Clark wasn’t even doing anything, and yet here you are, legs twisted together while your heart beats between your thighs.
You watch him now, walking back to your table from the bar, your drink held above the crowd to avoid spilling. His other hand raised too, as if to say I am big but friendly! Don’t be afraid! He’s turning side ways, pivoting with every step to avoid jostling anyone he passes.
You watch his presence ripple, jealous eyes latching onto him as he passes and Clark doesn’t even seem to notice. You don’t mean to, but you relish in it. In the women who bat their eyelashes and reapply their lipstick, praying he’ll notice. You’d been dealing with it ever since you got together, even from your single friends, politely smiling when they make jokes like ‘Does he have a brother?’ Or ‘Do they sell him on Amazon?’ You lie tell them that there’s hope. Other tall, dark, handsome and hung fish in the sea.
Clark finally reaches your table, a relieved smile painted across his face. “Almost got lost there for a minute.” He jokes. His glasses started to slip on the journey, they sit on the edge of his noise, barely hanging on. Just like you. “For the lady.” He puts your drink on the table, but before he slides it over he pulls a straw from his pocket and in one quick movement unwraps it and slips it into the glass for you.
Your thighs squeeze tighter, the heat in your lower stomach growing.
This is so stupid, you think, he’s just a guy!
Expect he’s not, he’s Clark.
You feel like a teenager, ruining your panties at the drop of a hat, practically creaming at the smallest gestures. A door that’s held open, a chair that’s pulled out, one time he switched with you on the sidewalk so you were on the inside. The motion had been smooth, effortless, he just pulled your hand until you were in-front of him, then he dropped it and side stepped so he was closest to the street. He didn’t even acknowledge it afterward, just continued walking, switching his bags to the other hand so he could hold yours.
You nearly pulled him into the first alley you saw.
That doesn’t even count the things you’ve watched him do as Superman, the times you’ve ridden him into oblivion after a reading a story about how he saved a cat from a tree or something equally as ridiculous.
“Thank you.” You hum, bringing the straw to your lips and taking a sip. “What is it?” You ask.
Clark slid into the booth across from you, taking a sip from his own drink- a water. “Just a dirty Shirley, was gonna get a Bay Breeze but I remember you said pineapple juice gives you heartburn.”
You imagine all two-hundred and forty pounds of him at the bar asking for a Dirty Shirley with that sweet farm-boy smile. You wonder if he’d let you drag him the bathroom.
“It’s perfect.” You assure him, taking another sip to avoiding adding something sappy like ‘so are you.’
Clark beams, then starts telling you about how he saw an ad for a furniture store that’s going out of business.
“Lois said the deals are crazy.” He explains, hands waving as he talks. “Thought I might pickup a new bedroom set.”
You tilt your head, “What’s wrong with the one you have?” Most guys hardly have a bed frame and a top sheet, Clark has a matching headboard and armoire.
Clark shrugs, “I only have one end table, you should have one for your side.”
Your side. Your cunt pulses again, needy and inconvenient, you can’t take her anywhere.
“I also want a bigger dresser, so you can have more than just one drawer.” He explains. You actually have two drawers, and at least a quarter of Clark’s closet. Nevermind your spot in his medicine cabinet or the key to his apartment in your purse.
Maybe he’s trying to get you pregnant. Seduce you with domesticity and home furnishings.
“Something wrong?” Clark asks.
Nothing honey, you think, just imagining you installing car seats and holding babies.
“Nothing.” You promise.
You insist he continue telling you about furniture and all of his other home decor plans. You wonder if he’d want to live on a ranch some day, you’d bet it’d have a great big porch with a swing. Or was he more of a suburbs guy? You wonder if he’s thought about it, owning a house, having a mortgage and hosting barbecues. Visions of Clark in front of grill wearing a cheesy apron and nothing else. Your brain spins.
You make a joke about reinforcing his new headboard and Clark’s entire face turns red, then he admits he already ordered a kit to mount it to the wall.
Dear god.
You only last another half hour, resolve cracking after when you try to pay the bill and Clark swats your hand away with a dismissive ‘Don’t be silly.’ You splurge for the extra fast Uber.
Clark’s apartment gives you butterflies. It’s perfectly mundane, filled with bookshelves, a couch and floor to ceiling windows. What really gets you is way he actually has seasonings in his cabinets, multiple pots and pans in the drawers, cleaning products under the sink. In the bedroom he has room darkening blinds, hanging on real curtain rods instead of those cheap tension rods. A shoe rack by the door and above it a hook he added for your purse.
“I did some laundry with the clothes you left here,“ Another pulse, she’s furious now. “-I hope you don’t mind I ironed that white blouse with the flowers.”
You know exactly what you blouse he’s talking about, it’s cotton, has pleats and wrinkles if you so much as look at it wrong. A total pain in the ass to iron.
“You ironed it?” You ask, incredulous.
Clark shrugs, “I iron all my shirts, Ma says life is too short for wrinkles.” He’s at the fridge, grabbing each of you a cold bottle of water before moving towards the bedroom.
You want to eat him alive, tear his button down off with your teeth and ride him until he forgets his name. You feel like a rubber band that’s been pulled too tight, or a rope that’s fraying from tension, you’re about to snap. Your cunt screams, refusing to be ignored any longer.
You trail Clark to the bedroom, like a lioness stalking her prey.
Clark rests on the edge of the bed, kicking off his shoes, then his socks.
When he catches you waiting in the doorway, he jerks his head, as if to say ‘come here,’ and welcomes you between his legs without a second thought, knees spreading to make room for you to stand between them. Your hands curl around to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the rogue strands of hair. His smile is intoxicating, as sweet as it is devastating.
You crawl into his lap, legs landing in either side of his hips as he shifts backward to make enough room for you. His hands, big, strong, and capable, find your waist.
Your kiss is searing, an entire evening of pent up energy channeled into your lips. Into your hands pulling at his curls, into your thighs clenching against his hips. Your tongue is in his mouth, like you’re trying to capture his essence and swallow it. Clark is playing catchup, a startled noise erupting from the back of his throat.
What he lacks in preparation, he makes up for in enthusiasm, hands sliding down to your ass and squeezing the soft flesh. His lips press hard against yours, teeth clashing as he rises to the challenge, determined to match your intensity.
Your nose hits his glasses, once, then twice, and by the third time you need to break for air anyway. Your hands reach up, grabbing the arms and pulling them off his pretty, pretty face. You fold them and despite the urge to throw them across the room, you place them on his end table. Mr. Terrific would be pissed if you broke another pair anyway.
You’re leaning back in when Clark seems to remember himself, moving his hands off your ass and pulling his lips out of your reach.
Uh oh.
“Honey.“ He clears his throat. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
The fuck?
“Is there a reason you don’t want to have sex with me Clark?” Your cunt asks. The words have more bite than you intend, but honestly you don’t really care. You’re too horny for patience.
Clark goes stiff as steel beneath you, ears turning bright red. “Not what I said!” He defends, eyes screaming Innocent! Innocent man here! “I just wanna make sure you’re up for it.”
“Clark I climbed onto your lap, I’m very much up for it.” You assure him.
“Not complaining about that, trust me.” Clark says, his hands have found their way back to your waist and he gives it an affectionate squeeze. “Just,” he says tentatively, “You have that big presentation in the morning and I want to make sure you get a full eight hours.”
Once again he knocks you breathless. What man would willingly give up sex so his girlfriend (who totally forgot about that presentation by the way) can sleep? Your cunt flares, white hot and screaming his name.
Instead of answering you drop your full weight onto his lap, your thighs landing firmly on top his, your heat pressing tight to his crotch. His hips jerk, reacting to the sudden heat of you.
You grind down, chasing any friction you can get. You’re so wet you can almost smell it, you wouldn’t be surprised if he can feel it already. You should be embarrassed, but what else is a girl to do when her boyfriend spends all of date night promising domestic bliss and being built like a brick shit house.
“Clark.” You nip at his ear, “I’m sure.” The words come out low and lusty, whispered against his lips and punctuated with an achingly slow roll of your hips.
Thankfully, Clark is easily swayed. “Okay.”
You make quick work of his buttons, pressing a kiss each sliver of skin that gets exposed.
He’s burning up under your hands, thick cords of muscle rippling as you pull the fabric off of him. A smattering of chest hair decorating his pecs and abdomen, trailing into his pants like a map.
You reach for his belt next, giving it a hard tug and smirking when his hips jump. It lands with a thud somewhere across the room. You yank off his jeans, working fast and aggressive, until you only have his briefs left. Your index fingers are crooked into the waist band when Clark’s hand stops you, dwarfing your wrist in his grasp.
He gives you that look, the pleading one that makes his eyes look like saucers. You love when he’s like this, at your mercy, happy to let you take and take and take. “You’re still fully dressed,” he says, pressing a wet kiss to your jaw, then another to your pulse point, a third to your collarbone. “Not fair.” He whispers.
Sweet, perfect man.
You stand, and he reaches after you, hands flexing when he catches himself. Your top lands on the floor, and your bottoms quickly following suit.
Clark watches you undress, ands grabbing at the sheets beside him. You can see his cock straining where it’s still trapped under fabric, you’d bet money on there being a wet spot pooling against his tip. The thought makes your mouth water. A little voice in your head coos, mine mine mine mine.
“You wanna take care of me right?” You ask, doing your best impression of silk, making sure each word drips with want.
He nods, frantic, eager to please.
You crawl back onto the bed, walking on your hands and knees towards him. Your Clark, big blue all scared and excited, lets you chase him. His long legs kicking at the sheets for traction as he shuffles back, not stopping until he hits the headboard with a ‘thump.’
You don’t stop until you’re back in his lap, even closer than before. Your tits pressed so tight to his chest you can feel his ribcage shudder with each breath. Gotcha.
Despite your victory, you can’t help but think that he’s exactly where he wants to be.
His lips are parted, pink and swollen from your kisses.
This time when you kiss him it’s almost soft, at least the closest you’ve come to it all night. He moans against your mouth, and you can feel his hands hovering over your body as he brings them higher and higher. You wonder where he’ll land, what part of you he needs to touch the most.
He bypasses exposed skin, all the soft places just begging to be groped and cradles your face instead. His thumbs swipe delicate strokes over your cheekbones, like you’re something precious.
In contrast, your hands are rabid. A wave of want so strong you swear you feel wetness drip down your thigh. You’re too impatient to take his briefs off now, instead you pull him out, his cock thick, heavy and hot in your hand. His tip is red and angry, like he’s the one who’s been worked up all night.
You think it’s only right, that a man who is so good, so thoughtful, was rewarded with a dick pretty enough to make angels cry.
You tuck the waist band under his balls, making sure to give them a soft little tug, (something you know he likes), and then you start sink onto him.
The stretch is immediate, intense and overwhelming. Like your body is rearranging itself to find every spare inch of room, whatever it takes to make him fit.
Normally Clark prepares you, eats you out until you can hardly spell your own name, then he fingers you until you can’t remember the alphabet, but tonight you need the stretch, need a fullness only he can provide. You want to sit at your desk tomorrow and feel him every-time you move. Want every curve, every vein etched into your walls.
Clark makes a noise, something between a gasp and a moan, as if you’ve stolen the air out of his lungs. Then he kisses you, hard and messy like he’s trying to do the same to you. You don’t pull back until he’s bottomed out.
“This is how you can take care of me.” You murmur against his lips.
It’s like you can feel him in your lungs, and suddenly the lines of lion and lamb are blurred. You whimper, hips grinding down even though you have no where to go. A smug smile pollutes Clark’s pretty face, beneath you, ever so slightly the tables start turning.
In an effort to keep your lead, you rise up, stopping just short of his tip, and then drop down again, putting your all your weight behind the it. He hits so different like this, finding that spongey spot inside you with every pass.
His smile disappears into a moan, his head tipping back in pleasure as you give him the tightest squeeze you can muster. You watch the veins on his neck pop, he’s already closer than he wants to admit.
“Gosh, honey.” He whispers, “So tight.” His voice is full of reverence, the kind most men reserve for praying. His gaze is locked on the sight of you wrapped around him, the ring of your arousal that’s forming at the base of cock. He stares at it like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, eyes wide and hands shaking. A sacrificial lamb at the alter of your cunt.
It makes you feel drunk.
Your thighs are burning, trembling on either side of him as you try to raise yourself again. Between the width of his body, and the sheer length of cock you have to travel, you’re already struggling to find a rhythm.
You can feel his heart racing, body tense and all but vibrating as try to steady your self, both of your palms pressed flat to his chest for support. You’re trying to find the will, doing vaginal acrobatics to try and distract him from the fact that you’re falling apart. But Clark, who has made himself an expert in reading your body, doesn’t fall for it. You’re suddenly reminded of his strength, of the superhero hiding under a mop of a curls and dimples. You foolishly mistook his tension for want; you realize now, as his hands curls around your hips and lift you up, that it was restraint.
Instead of pushing you back down, he holds you there, letting your cunt flutter around just the head of his cock. You can’t even think as you try to fuck yourself down onto him. Your hips thrash with the efforts, but gravity is no match for his strength.
“Clark what are you doing, please.” You beg, angry red welts appear under your nails as you claw at his skin, willing him to let you fall.
Your breaths, which had been up to this point been controlled and even, become heaves, borderline sobs. Your hips trashing in his grip as you try to get friction.
He shushes you, gentle and loving. As if it’s obvious he says. “Taking care of you.”
Then without warning, Clark pushes you down, faster than you could ever achieve yourself. Then he lifts you back up, and brings down again, fucking you on his cock until you’re crying out with each pass. Until your hips start to move with his hands, canting in time with each thrust.
“Tell me what you want.” Clark says.
You gasp, when did you lose control of this?
“Touch me.” You beg anyway. You grab one of his hands and drag it off your hip until it finds where your bodies are connected. “Please.”
Clark obliges, his thumb zeroing in your clit and beginning a familiar rhythm of slow, tight circles. The rest of his fingers spread against his cock, resting alongside your folds, teasing your weeping hole where it’s stretched around him. His fingers dance along the edges, like he’s threatening to slip one in. You’re already so full of him, but your pulse stutters at the thought.
Your hips jerk again, chasing his thumb as he bottoms out again, this time Clark lets you stay there, grinding against his hand while you fuck yourself down onto the base of his cock.
“That’s it, use me honey. Take what you need.” He says, his hand is sandwiched between you at an awkward angle in this position, but Clark is unphased, his thumb pressing even harder against your clit.
You cry out, your head falling into the crook of his neck as you chase your orgasm. You can feel it creeping up your spine, pushing your nerves to the edge, every hair standing at attention.
“Tell me-“ You hiccup, your own moan interrupting you. “Tell me about the bedroom set again.”
Clark freezes, surprised, but only momentarily. Then he resumes his efforts with fervor, shifting his hips so he can thrust up into you while his thumb doubles its speed.
“The end tables have outlets.” He tells you, “So you can plug your laptop in, work from bed when you’re too sore to walk.”
You bite down on his throat, feeling his pulse jump under your lips. You’re so close, so fucking close.
“Need a better bed,” He pants, “So I can fuck you through it.”
You clench, another ragged moan of his name falling from your lips. You can see your orgasm, the wave creating as it prepares to knock you over.
“Finance or buy?” You ask, voice shaking.
“Finance.” He punctuates it with a thrust. “Good-“ Another thrust “-for credit score.”
The earth shatters, your vision turning white and your blood to lava. Your orgasm crashes into you with the power of a tsunami, the power of it sweeping Clark away with you. Despite his own orgasm, his thumb never stops, he keeps circling your clit, dragging your orgasm out as long as possible, not pulling away until you finally stop twitching.
When you try to breathe again, you’re covered in sweat, both of your thighs are drenched in your ecstasy. So are the sheets.
“Jesus.” You pant, still not finding the strength to move, letting his cock soften inside you.
“Nope.” Clark says, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Just me.”
“Ha. Ha.” Your body sags against his, limp and exhausted.
You stay like that until your bladder finally gets the better of you. You pull off of Clark with a hiss and a wet sound that can only be described as vulgar.
It takes a minute to remember how to stand, legs uncertain as you take your first steps.
When you come back from the bathroom, clean and ready to sleep. Clark has changed the sheets, and is setting two Tylenol down next to the water bottle (he already broke the seal on it for you) that he grabbed earlier. “So your thighs don’t ache as bad in the morning.” He explains.
Folded in a neat square, one of his t-shirts is sitting on your side of the bed. He’s already slipped on sweats, and to your delight, he hasn’t bothered with a shirt. The clothes you’d abandoned on the floor earlier are gone, probably in his hamper (You love that he has a hamper).
Sweet, perfect man.
“Thank you.” You slip on the shirt and slide underneath the covers.
Clark climbs in beside you, holding his arm out so you can take your place curled against his side. He doesn’t speak until you’ve settled.
“So.” He starts, your head is on his chest, listening to his heart beat. “Since when are you so horny for furniture?”
You hum, too tired to be embarrassed. “IKEA catalogues are my Playboy.” You joke, a beat of silence passes. “I like how responsible you are. It’s really hot.” You admit.
You feel Clark nod, he doesn’t say anything but you hear his heartbeat pick up. Mid-yawn, you throw your leg over his waist, a silent ‘down boy.’
Then you remember what he said, right before you came.
“Since when are you worried about your credit-score?” You ask.
Clark doesn’t speak for a minute, like he’s weighing his options. His hand traces a lazy path up and down your spine.
“Wanna buy us a house someday. Good credit means a better mortgage.” He explains, point-blank and nonchalant. “Paying off stuff like furniture can build a positive payment history and they have a deal with no interest rate for the first two years.” Like the journalist he is, Clark Kent has done his research.
You freeze, head tilting up so you can see his face. Clark isn’t even looking at you, just smiling at the ceiling like he’s picture it. You and him, a white picket fence and a freshly mowed lawn.
Your cunt roars back to life.
“Oh my god.” You groan.
Clark looks down at you, brows furrowed. “What?”
You don’t answer. Instead you sit up and despite the protest in your muscles, straddle him once more.
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holding onto the sides of his face as he fucks you and you’re mindlessly babbling about how good his cock feels, how good he’s fucking you … and he is laughing softly, kissing your lips, asking: “yeah? that feel good, pretty? yeah?”
cw: smut (mdni, 18+), heavy overstimulation (reader), oral (reader rec), unprotected p in v, multiple creampies, (light) breeding kink, cum play, usage of safe word, soft!dom!clark, sub!reader
wc: 1.2k
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Your back hit the mattress, not a single piece of clothing left on your body as Clark parted your folds with his tongue.
Electricity cracked between you where his mouth connected with your skin, his lips sucking on your clit with no mercy.
“Oh, m- god, Clark,” you gasped, writhing under him while he worked on your sensitive bundle of nerves.
He barely even heard you, focused on smothering his face with your cunt. You could feel him breathe in as he smushed his head further into your thighs, arms reaching out to spread your legs across his shoulders.
You tightened your muscles around him involuntarily, keeping him locked in place. But he didn’t seem to mind; in fact, it just made him more determined.
Clark’s fingers dug into the flesh of your sides as he kept you from bucking away.
“You taste so good,” he murmured as his tongue swirled across your clit, “Like heaven.”
Warmth pooled in your lower belly while he lapped at you relentlessly. A short glance downwards blessed you with the most divine point of view. The lower half of Clark’s face glinted with your essence and you couldn’t figure out who was more drunk on who. (But it was probably him.)
The coil in your tummy tightened as he lightly grazed your clit with his teeth, just a hint of pain adding to the pleasure boiling at the base of your spine.
When he added two thick fingers into your channel while he flattened his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves, your hips lifted off the bed. Your legs fully locked around his neck, effectively trapping him between your thighs.
“Oh, fuck, Clark-,” you moaned, your muscles beginning to shake with your impending release.
He groaned into you like a man possessed and curled his fingers right against your g-spot.
“Shit, I’m-“ The rest of your sentence got lost in a string of desperate noises as your orgasm washed over you, warming you to the tips of your fingers and toes.
Clark didn’t let up on your twitching core until you trembled away under his grip.
“There you go, sweetheart,” he whispered, slowly guiding your ass back to the mattress, letting you sink into the softness of the sheets.
One of his large hands sprawled comfortingly over your tummy, his own body temperature transferring into your skin.
“Again?” He asked once you stopped twitching, a devilish grin on his face that Superman should never carry.
Hours later, Clark still wasn’t done with you. It wasn’t even the search for his own pleasure that kept him going through the night, the moon replacing the sun as orgasm after orgasm washed through the two of you. No, he wanted to see just how far you could go.
Cum was spilling out of you, dripping down your thighs, as Clark yanked up your hips while mushing your face in the pillows.
“Look so beautiful like this, my love,” he mumbled, smoothing his hand across the sweat slicked skin of your back.
“So full o’me,” he continued, fascination tinting his words. With surprising gentleness, he parted your legs a little further.
“Jeez, such a pretty sight,” he whispered, more to himself than you.
One long digit started pushing his cum back into you, your abused hole spasming at the stimulation.
“Clark,” you whimpered, “I… I can’t…”
He kissed the small of your back while he kept sliding his pointer finger in and out of you.
“That’s not your word, honey,” he replied.
Barely seconds later, his cock replaced his fingers. The tip nudged at your opening, slipping in just an inch or two.
That alone was enough to make you whine into the pillow, one hand reaching for the headboard to pull yourself off of him. His strong grip kept you in place.
“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” Clark asked and pulled you right back, fucking you onto his cock. He still didn’t give you more than the first few inches. The mushroom head slipped along your drenched walls, you own slick and his earlier releases making it so much easier for him to fill you up.
“I can’t… I’m so… I…,” you stammered helplessly.
“You know what to say,” he reminded you and you nodded but didn’t give up yet.
Another inch breached you and you cried out, fisting the drenched sheets hard enough that your knuckles paled.
“Good girl,” he praised gently, “I know you can do it. It’s so much but I know you still got one more in you. Don’t you, princess?”
You whimpered a sound that resembled a ‘yes’ and felt him smooth a hand across the small of your back.
“That’s it,” he purred and filled you up in one go.
You felt him in your guts, that’s how deep he went. The bed banged against the wall as he set a fast-paced rhythm, his pelvis meeting your ass repeatedly.
“Gosh, you were made for me,” Clark groaned while his heavy balls slapped against your clit again and again, “Need to feel you fall apart, baby.”
Your hole clenched around him as he thrusted into you and he moaned in reply.
“Don’t… oh shoot, you feel so good.”
Stars crossed your vision while the bedframe creaked so loud you were sure it would break in half.
Clark’s fingers tightened on your hips, surely leaving behind bruises for you to admire in the morning – if you could walk tomorrow, that is.
“Just one more,” he promised, his free hand sneaking along your stomach down to your clit to rub you even rawer.
“Just one.”
Overstimulated, gasping and trembling, you felt fresh tears prick in the corner of your eyes as Clark brought you closer to your release with every draw of his fingers across your flushed bundle of nerves.
You came with a scream, muffled by the pillow below you, and Clark followed right behind, burying himself so far into your core that you swore you tasted him for a second. Blinding, hot pleasure had you sobbing as his cock twitched with aftershocks against your velvety walls.
He slipped out of you with a hiss tumbling from his lips and you dropped to the bed without question.
Soothingly, he ran a hand across the back of your thigh but even that was too much to handle.
“Did such a good job, baby. Love you so much,” he muttered, “Lemme look at you, hmm?”
Clark helped you turn around so that you laid on your back but the peace was short lived as he pried your thighs apart.
His eyes watched in fascination as his liquid leaked out of your cunt, translucent pearls decorating the delicate flesh on your legs.
When his fingers found their way to your cunt, your thighs clamped shut, trapping him right there.
“Can’t let it go to waste, baby,” he protested, his eyes clouded with that post-coital haze.
“Kansas.”
The word hadn’t fully left your lips but he had already halted all movement.
“Okay, sweet girl,” he whispered. His expression cleared and your muscles relaxed, freeing his hand.
“You’re done, baby, don’t worry,” Clark soothed and gently kissed your forehead, “Thank you for telling me.”
Time passed and the only thing he did was hold you. Your breathing began to steady while he gently squeezed you in his arms. His cum dried between your legs but neither of you wanted to let go of the other.
“I love you, princess,” he murmured into your ear, “You’re always safe with me.”
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it’s possible i’ve begun to think about clark never wanting you to do anything during sex, not wanting you to have any work except coming. you try to fuck back onto him while you’re face down, ass up? no, he’s holding you tight and saying “tell me how you want it, baby, don’t need to work for it. just tell me. harder? faster?” you try to get your mouth on his cock? no, he’s guiding you back up to his lips with a hand on your jaw. you try to ride him? no, he’s thrusting up from under you, practically bouncing you on his hips from the force he puts behind his thrusts.
maybe, once, he’s got you in missionary and you lift your hips a little so he hits just the right place inside you that sends your head spinning. he notices that you’re using your tummy muscles to lift yourself, meaning you’re not completely relaxed. he huffs, kisses your mouth once, then sits up on his knees and pulls you close to him by your thighs, holding the weight of your lower body so he can hit that spot inside you with ease and so you can relax into it.
it probably even happens when he’s eating you out, you try to rock against his face so he can enjoy a little more and not be so focused on the rhythm, but he grips your hips to still your movements then immediately matches the pace and intensity you were just going at.
synopsis: Clark Kent gets you to squirt and becomes obsessed with doing it!!
cw: smut, unprotected p in v, multiple female orgasms, squirting, slight overstim, creampie, sweetheart!Clark Kent <33
wc: 1.1k
Ever since the first time he got you to do it — by accident — he's been obsessed with having you squirt all over him.
He works you up slowly — he's found it's easier to get you to squirt when he does. He's given you a few orgasms already, dragged each one out of you with careful presses of his thumb on your clit and gentle rolls of his fingers in your soaked hole.
And now, he fucks you with just as much care. Making sure his cock hits your g-spot with every thrust, ensuring you're comfortable, paying extra attention to work your clit in a steady rhythm.
You whine, hands holding onto his shoulders, nails digging into the skin there. Your body squirms under his, the sensations too much. That sharp, steady pressure is growing in your womb, building, threatening to snap.
“Shh,” Clark coos softly. “I know. Oh, I know it's so much. You've taken so much, but you're so close, baby. It's okay.”
He leans down, softly kissing your forehead, though he never stops fucking you just right.
Your eyes shut tight, mouth falls open in little whimpers as your orgasm finds you. His name leaves your lips in gasps, your cunt clenching around him as a gush of your slick spurts onto him, soaking over his lower abdomen and hips.
Clark moans softly, his cock twitching at the feel of you squirting. “There we go. See? Oh, I knew you could do it. Such a good girl.”
But he doesn't stop. He keeps thrusting into you, starting up slow again, his eyes trained on your wet pussy.
You mewl, eagerly giving in to the pleasure he so gladly offers to you. You melt again into the pillows, body weak as you spread your legs a little more as if asking him to not stop.
Clark smiles gently, leaning in to press little kisses to your neck and collarbones. “Mhm. That's it, let me treat you right,” he murmurs before kissing down to your tits.
He takes one of your nipples between his lips, licking and sucking gently, drawing little gasps from you.
You arch your back, pressing your chest further into his mouth, body tingling everywhere your skin meets his.
Another release builds in you, growing, swelling like a warm balloon in your lower belly until you're shaking, whining, your hips bucking against Clark's desperately.
“You're right there, baby. Right there. Don't worry, I'll give it to you,” he promises, keeping a steady rhythm for you.
This orgasm is stronger. You moan his name, gasping as your body arches into his, another spurt of wetness gushing into him, dripping down the skin of his hips and pelvis, and gathering in a wet spot on the bed.
Clark groans lowly, his body shuddering as he stops for a minute to keep himself from coming already. He kisses your lips tenderly, smirking softly when you kiss back weakly.
“Gimme another one,” he begs, his voice thick. “Just one more, baby. I'm almost there too. You think you can do it for me?”
You nod, spent, looking up at him through your lashes. He smiles gently and pecks your lips.
“That's my girl,” he whispers in your ear. And then he's moving again.
He goes slow at first, keeping his gaze on you to make sure it's not too much. But you just take it so well, always so eager to be with him.
He moves a hand over your womb, pressing down and making you feel somehow fuller as he thrusts slow, deep, exactly how you like.
You whimper his name and Clark groans, rocking into gently. His thumb finds your clit and starts rubbing it carefully. But even that's too much for the raw, sensitive nub.
You squeak, hips pulling away before pushing back against the contact, your chest heaving as you draw in sharp breaths.
Clark coos gently, “It's okay, it's okay. Let it happen, baby.”
The prettiest sounds leave your lips. Gasps and mewls, his name and a few curses too. And you sound so beautiful, and you look so gorgeous, and Clark isn't even sure how he hasn't already finished.
He gradually increases the pace, going a little faster, never too rough, and his eyes fall to your bouncing tits. “God. You're just so perfect,” he murmurs, leaning down and burying his face between your breasts. He mouths at them, kissing and biting and leaving little hickeys behind.
You lie there, taking it, feeling like your skin is on fire as your orgasm builds, the pleasure almost searing as it travels through you.
“I love you, I love your tits,” he mumbles. “I love your hips. I love everything about you. Fuck, you make me crazy.” He rambles on, most of his words incoherent as he speaks them against the skin of your chest, leaving trails of saliva wherever he goes.
He's fucking you faster now, hips pounding into you but never painful, just hard enough to pull the air from your lungs each time.
His thumb on your clit keeps up, drawing messy shapes now, pulling his name from your mouth in pleading mewls.
“Clark!” you gasp. “Clark, please —”
He knows what you need.
“Okay, okay.” He nods. He wishes this could last so much longer. He knows he could go for hours, but you're already exhausted, probably on the verge of passing out, and he doesn't want to push you too far.
His thumb works a little faster and he pays attention to angle his hips so his cock presses right against that spongy spot within you.
It doesn't take much more. You come, harder than the last times, moaning and holding onto Clark tightly, as you clamp down on him. Clark grunts, unable to thrust from how tight your cunt is around him, and he feels that familiar warm, wet gush soaking his skin.
That's it for him. He comes too, whining softly into your ear as his cum fills you, thick and sticky. He comes so much, rope after rope coating your inner walls and making you shiver.
He kisses your sweaty forehead weakly, his breath coming out in heavy pants. “You alright, hon?” he asks.
“Yeah,” you manage breathlessly, eyes closed. “‘m okay.”
“Good.” He slowly pulls out of you and glances down, grinning when he sees the mess you two have made. “Gonna have to change the sheets now, unless we wanna sleep on a wet bed.”
He laughs softly when you blush.
“I'm just playing with you, baby. You know I love it when you make a mess.”
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warnings: reader is drunk so dubcon/noncon; ummm implied previous coercive elements; bondage; brief fingering; smut; m/f/m threesome; praise
word count: 1,295
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Dim candles flicker in the swaying chandelier, brass and diamond twinkling in the firelight.
Shadows prance and crawl along the walls, wicked and shuddering as the scent of smoke and whiskey work in tandem to inebriate and excite.
You blink through the steady fall of tears and your vision clears enough to remember the male wedged between your thighs, ankles kept apart by stray shadows, legs hooked over another pair. Fiery red hair trails along your stomach as the Autumn Court heir paths his way between your breasts before being drawn to your right. Amber eyes pierce into your own as his tongue lolls out, gently circling and flicking the sensitive peak, and you squirm, whimpering.
Eris laughs—a slow, rich noise to stir the heated syrup stickily dripping from you—and carefully swipes his thumb across your left.
You gasp, and arch.
Or try to.
Arms bind their way around your stomach, pulling you back against hot, bare skin, and hot breath ghosts the shell of your ear, a voice chuckling as you startle. Shadow stirs beneath your jaw, guiding your head to rest against a shoulder, and there’s twining ink lacing his forearms. Tribal, and distinctly Illyrian.
“Keep still,” comes a voice from your back, deep and vaguely patronising, “you told us you’d behave.”
Eris’ whiskey eyes gleam, abandoning his previous interest to satisfy his new fixation on your mouth. His lips are hot and soft as they graze your own, shallow breaths skating across your skin, pausing before settling atop of you. A whimper is caught in your throat, and you tilt into his pressure, thighs trembling as your hips incline, hungering for fulfilment.
Scarred hands cup your breasts, and you squirm beneath the attention, Eris’ hips pushing between your own and you can hear the wetness spread between you. His amusement puffs against your mouth, voice a low drawl as he teases, “so reactive.”
Heat blooms from your neck upwards, searing through your cheeks to the tips of your ears, trying to wriggle between the two of them, though there’s not much you can do, trapped and bound as you are. A deliciously restraining friction.
You try to look away from them to hide your embarrassment.
Eris takes the opportunity to slide his mouth down your neck—kissing, nipping, biting. He finds a spot he likes, and lays claim to it with his teeth. Azriel’s shadows cover your breasts and his hands snake down your stomach, fingers splaying possessively across your abdomen as his others slip between your legs.
Whimpers flow breathlessly from your lips, panting as your thighs tremble—still kept spread apart.
Azriel touches a finger to a spot just shy of your clit, and the tears begin rolling again. Arousal aches between your legs, hips undulating as you try to goad motion from the spymasters fingers, try to seek the Heir out. He was there before, you just need to find him.
“E…Eris…” You pant, “please…”
“Hmmm? Do you want something, my love?” He muses atop your mouth. Your tears flow heavier, almost matching the wetness between your legs. “You were so anxious in the beginning,” he laughs, softly, “look how you’ve blossomed.”
The hand between your legs stirs, and you jolt as sensitivity spears through your middle. Your eyes practically roll.
“Please…” you moan, “please, I’m so-” Azriel’s fingers slip a fraction further down, gently pressing and tugging upwards.
You cry out in pleasure, needing to arc, to squirm, to writhe. Some kind of expulsion of energy, to rid yourself of the tension balling tight in your stomach.
“‘You’re so’…? So what?” Eris muses. “Desperate? Hungry? …You should say it.”
You bite your lip, nails piercing flesh, and Azriel groans at your back. He circles the pad of his finger over your clit, lightly increasing the pressure, speeding the circles and you can’t take it. They won’t even let you close your legs, limbs trapped and bound so as to keep their paths unobstructed.
“Will you…” you swallow, pride catching in your throat on the way down.
“Inside…” you whisper, “I want you inside.”
“Mhmm…alright.”
Azriel’s free hand shifts, and you cry as two of his fingers run over your entrance, circling before pushing in and curling gently. The circles atop your clit continue and you’re trembling, panting and crying as you try to squirm your way to pleasure.
“No? This isn’t what you want?” The shadowsinger muses, dark mirth in his voice as he brings you closer to yet another high. “It’s what you asked for, pretty thing. Do you want something else?”
“Eris…!” You pant, tears falling. “Fuck. I want you…please.”
“You don’t like having his fingers inside of you? You’ve cum from them before.”
You try to level a glare at him, but you can barely keep your eyes open. Can barely lift your head from Azriel’s shoulder.
Eris laughs, and gods, if only you could get your teeth in him.
“Careful,” Azriel chuckles, equally amused, “she’ll have your head in the morning, if she remembers what you’re putting her through.”
“Me?” Eris drawls, attention shifting to the male pressed flush to your back. He leans closer, until there’s practically no air between your bodies. “You’re the one taking up space with your fingers, Shadowsinger. I’m trying to give her what she wants.” Amber eyes flick down to you, and you whimper. “And remind me, love: What is it you want?”
You peer up at him, trying to scan his features but can hardly think straight.
All you can manage is a tilt of your hips, head turning to take down an inhale of Azriel’s scent. His fingers prod and curl in reward, pushing against that delightfully pleasurable spot that has your teeth scraping across your lower lip, lids fluttering. Just a few more circles of his fingers on your clit, and you’ll be good…you’ll be there…
“Love.”
His voice is low, and his breath is hot as it touches the shell of your ear. Maybe you could cum from that alone.
“You said you’d be good, remember?” Eris whispers, rough palms trailing your sides. “Were you lying?”
Had you said you’d be good?
“Liars don’t get rewards, you know,” the heir murmurs, and you whine as Azriel’s ministrations grind to a stop, flame wrapping his wrists. “Liars, especially pretty ones, who are so easy to take advantage of, don’t get to cum, either.”
“I wasn’t lying,” you mumble in a hurry.
“No?”
“No…”
“You don’t sound very sure of yourself.”
Had you said you’d be good?
“I’ll be good…” you assure. “I…I am good.”
You are. You are good. You’ll get this…you’ll get him.
“That’s better,” Eris goads. “Now behave, and make room for me.”
The order glistens through your bones, muscles pulling red as you push your thighs further apart, and you’re rewarded. The blunt head of his cock pushes to your entrance, promising to fill you again. Azriel’s fingers retreat, and you gasp as he spreads you apart.
Eris groans as he eases himself back inside of you, breath panting across the sweat layering your throat. Your head falls back on Azriel’s shoulder, basking in the pleasure of being touched everywhere. Squeezed between them, body heat and muscle and skin and scent and touch.
“Good girl,” the heir growls besides your ear, shifting inside of you. “Such a good, fucking girl.”
Scarred fingers trace slow circles atop your clit, and you’re bursting at the seams. “Feeling good, pretty thing? You’re almost there now.”
Someone’s teeth nip at your throat, and hips are pressed flush between your own. A broad, rough palm finds placement atop your abdomen, and applies a light pressure.
“You can do it now, love,” a low, male voice pants. “We’ve got you.”
whyyyyyy does dirty talk do it for me soooo much like hear me out…
You can’t catch your breath. Between Eris behind you fucking you senseless and Azriel standing in front of you, mocking you, you don’t have a moment to breathe.
Azriel grips your chin, a smirk on his lips as he looks you over once, twice. Your eyes have gone wide and glassy, a look he knows from you all too well. He can see the fucked-out look on your face, can see the way you’ve given over control, can see how pliant and eager to please you are.
“Look at that, taking Eris’ fat cock like it’s nothing.” he coos, taking a pause to revel in the little moans and babbling that fall from your lips with each of Eris’ thrusts. “You’re doing so well for us. Such a sweet, obedient girl, aren’t you?”
“She really is,” Eris says from behind you, one hand firmly on your hip while the other reaches around to circle your clit, making you whine and buck beneath him. “Oh, that’s it.” the male chuckles, cock twitching inside you when a sob of pleasure falls from your lips. “What’s wrong, pretty girl? Too much?”
“S—So much,” you whimper, tongue darting out to flick against Azriel’s thumb when he places it in your open mouth. “B—But I can take it. I’m—I’m your good girl, both of yours.”
“Yes you are, love.” Eris grunts, never relenting in his speed or roughness of his thrusts. “You’re the best girl and always take my big cock like you’re meant to. Always take whatever I give you so well.”
You nod, in a haze as you babble nonsense between the two, head spinning as you approach your orgasm quickly.
“Doing so well, sweetness.” Azriel praises, stroking your hair with his free hand as you suck on his thumb sensually. “If you keep it up and make Eris cum in your sweet cunt, I’ll let you cum on my cock as many times as you want, alright?”
(affirming myself in the mirror) if that fictional man was real he would fuck you. He would fuck you. You're his exact type. If he saw you he'd get a boner instantly. He would fuck you he would fu
ok hear me out… mid fuh clark won’t let u finish if you don’t look in his eyes EXCEPT you can’t like full cross eyed/closed eyed, incoherent, round… who-even-knows-any-more. if u can/will THANK YOU SO MUCH
Look or Be Denied
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ meanie!clark kent x reader
Summary - Clark won't let you come unless your eyes are locked on his. Every flutter of your lashes earns you denial, every second you hold his gaze earns you praise. Torn between his coaxing and his scolding, you learn that surrender isn't just in your body—it's in your eyes.
You were gone, stretched open around him, the headboard rattling with every brutal snap of Clark's hip. He was restless, the heavy weight of him pressing you down, cock drilling so deep it made your toes curl. You were so close—right there, right on the edge—
And then he slowed.
You cried out, writhing beneath him, nails dragging down his shoulders in frustration. He caught your chin in his big hand, forcing your gaze up to his. Sweat beaded along his brow, chest heaving, but his voice was steady, cutting through the haze.
"Eyes. On. Me."
You blinked up to him, lashes wet, trying to obey—but your eyes fluttered shut again as another wave of pleasure surged.
He growled, pulling almost all the way out, leaving you empty and throbbing. His cock slapped wetly against your swollen cunt before he slid back in slow, cruel inches. "No. Uh-uh. You don't get to cum if you can't even look at me. You wanna fuck yourself stupid on my cock? Then you better show me those eyes."
"Clarkie, please...ah," you whined, chest panting, thighs trembling around his waist.
HIs hand tightened on your jaw, not painful, just commanding. He bent close, slipping in another inch, lips brushing yours, voice both harsh and coaxing. "Don't beg me. Beg me with your eyes. Keep them open for me, sweet girl. Let me see you lose it."
And you tried, you really did...forcing your gaze up to those blazing blue eyes, but they rolled back again, your body betraying you.
The punishment was immediate. He stilled, grinding shallowly, keeping you right there on the knife's edge. His tone dropped into a filthy growl. "You feel that? All this cock, and I'm not giving you shit until you do as you're told. Wanna cum? Wanna soak my cock like a good girl? Then fucking look at me."
Tears spilled, frustration burning hot under your ribs. "I'm trying—"
His thumb stroked your cheek, gentler now, his pace resuming in slow, deep thrusts that punched the breath out of you. "I know you're trying. That's my girl. Keep going. You're so close, I can feel it—this pussy's begging me. Just hold on for me. Don't shut me out. Eyes wide, sweetheart. Right there, stay with me."
You forced your eyes open, wide and unblinking, even as your vision blurred with tears. That sight seemed to unravel him—his jaw clenched, a groan ripping out of his throat.
"That's it. Look at you, taking this so god. Such a pretty little thing when you listen. My perfect girl, keeping her eyes on me while I ruin her pussy." His pounding grew harder, rougher, slamming into you with pulsing rhythm. "You're mine. Every twitch, every scream—you give it to me with those eyes wide open."
Your body shattered, orgasm tearing through you so violently you almost lost your focus. But his voice soothed you back, praise coating over you like fire.
"Good fucking girl, Like that—don't look away. So beautiful when you cum for me, fuckfuck—you're squeezing me so tight. You're perfect. My perfect girl."
His thrusts faltered, hips stuttering as he chased his own release. He moaned low into your mouth, eyes burning into yours until the very end. His cock throbbed, driving deep inside you as his praise broke into wrecked gasps, "Mhm—Christ...eyes on me...perfect little cunt."
Even when you collapsed beneath him, cockdrunk and spent, his hand still framed your face, thumb brushing your cheek, keeping your eyes on his as though the command had sunk deep into your bones.
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