#dorian havilliard smut

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[verperina]

It Was Just For One Night

Pairing: Dorian Havilliard x f!reader 

Summary: What was only supposed to be a one-time thing turns into a two-time thing.

Warnings: 18+ smut

Word Count: 5,662

Authors Note: This is my first time writing in a while and my first time writing for Throne of Glass/SJM’s work. I’ve never published anything on here before, so please don’t be too harsh. I hate the dialogue and the smut, but oh well. Massive credit to @autumnshighlady for helping me with the smut and for being so kind.

You feel the faint touch of a phantom hand ghost along the skin of your bare back, leaving goosebumps. You suppress a shudder. You could feel a pair of eyes burning into the side of your face, making your heart beat faster. You raised the glass of red wine to your lips and swallowed a mouthful down, trying to appear calm with your father standing beside you, conversing with another lord. They were talking about something that you had no interest in or care enough to act like you were listening to them.

His eyes were on you. Watching you. Always watching you. You finally let your eyes meet the king’s gaze and they were filled with pure hunger and desire. His sapphire eyes slowly trailed the entire length of your body, taking in the dark navy satin dress that had been gifted to you this morning. You weren’t even aware who had gifted you the dress, but it was obvious now. From the way his lips twitched and the hunger in his eyes became more and more apparent.  

It had only been a month since you and Dorian had slept together. A drunken fueled haze that had been filled with pure carnal desire. It was a one-time thing. You knew it would never happen again, but it didn’t mean that you would if it did. He had been a very generous and a very passionate lover. Making sure that you had found release, multiple times, before finding his own. When he finished, he asked if you were okay, dressed himself and left your chambers and that was it. You weren’t expecting anything after. It would be foolish to think so. 

You were surprised that the king had chosen you of all people to bed. You had heard that when Dorian was still the prince he was a harlot, so surely it wouldn’t be hard for him to find someone more appealing since he’s the King of Adarlan.

After that night there were times when both of you would be in the same room and you would make yourself never look in his direction, or he would talk to your father about diplomatic matters and rather quickly, you would excuse yourself. You didn’t want anyone to find out. You could only imagine the scandal it would cause.

An older man was talking to Dorian, and the king nodded his head, pretending that he was listening. His crown gleaming in the light, rings decorating his long fingers, dressed exquistely, and seated on his throne full of pride. He was beautiful and he knew it too. 

You forced yourself to divert your gaze, focusing instead on the people dancing to the music and the decorations that adorned the room for the Yulemas ball. But you felt it again. That phantom touch. And this time, it wasn’t faint. It felt more apparent. More forceful. 

The touch stroked the length of your spine before landing on the curve of your backside, trailing downwards until it reached the back of your thigh, and gave a soft squeeze. You purse your lips as your hand clenches the stem of the wine glass, face warming, and you quickly glance at your father and the other lord, making sure they weren’t paying attention to what was happening, before looking back toward Dorian to see his eyes were still on you. He wasn’t even trying to hide the smug look on his face.

Arrogant prick. You couldn’t believe he was choosing to do this in a room full of people. Especially with your father right next to you. You shot a subtle look at Dorian, but it only seemed to amuse him. He cocked his head to the side, a mocking gesture, daring you to do something. The tension was starting to become too much. 

You swallowed.

“I’m going out to the garden for some air,” you said quietly to your father. He waved his hand in dismissal and continued his conversation with the man. You placed your glass down on the nearest table and began weaving your way through the crowds of people, careful to not get anyone’s wine on your dress. You could feel Dorian’s gaze burning through the back of your head, following your every movement. 

When you walked outside you inhaled the air, welcoming it into your lungs and letting the cold breeze cool your flushed body. Everything had felt too warm and crowded inside that room. Too overwhelming.

Snow fell from the sky, landing on the ground and kissing it a beautiful white. A few snowflakes landed in your hair. The wind was lightly blowing, making your skin prickle. You pulled a single rose from a bush, careful to not cut your fingers on any of the thorns. The rose was a deep, luscious shade of red with soft petals. You lifted the flower to your nose and inhaled its sweet and floral scent. There was a soft crunch in the snow behind you. Footsteps. You didn’t have to turn around to know who they belonged to. 

“That is a very beautiful dress,” Dorian said, his voice smooth. You turned your head to the side and met his gaze. Pure mirth in his stare. His raven black hair shining in the moonlight. “You look rather flustered.”

You kept your face blank, feeling a small hint of annoyance starting to bubble up inside of you. “Are you mad?”

Dorian quirked an eyebrow. “No, ‘Your Majesty’?” 

A roll your eyes. “Are you mad, Your Majesty?” 

He grinned. “Ask me tomorrow.”

"My father was right there,” you huffed. “He could have seen. Anyone could have seen.”

“Yes, but no one did.”

“I’m not an exhibsionist.”

“I apologize, my lady.” He gave a mocking bow.

“Is this a game to you?” You ask, turning to face him fully. 

His brows slightly furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“You had your fun. We both did,” you explained. “It was a one-time thing, so why did you give me this dress and why did you do that in there?”

He was quiet for a moment, studying you, and then asked, “What if I want it to become a two-time thing?”

“Why? What’s in it for you?” You say cautiously. Surely he wasn’t serious.

“I get to enjoy your presence once more,” he answered. “I rather enjoyed myself the last time.”

You try to hide your surprise, but he caught it. You kept your eyes on him, furrowing your eyebrows, and wondered why he wanted to sleep together again, with you, when he could have anyone else. You weren’t completely turned-off to the idea. It would be a lie to say that you hadn’t thought about it.

In the dead of night, you would let your fingers slip inside your wet cunt and fantasize about his hands wrapping around your throat, his teeth tugging on your nipple, and his cock thrusting inside of you. The sound of his groans and your moans, both of your bodies slick with sweat. You felt a flutter low in your stomach. Your throat bobbed.

“We could enjoy each other’s company once more.” 

“What if someone finds out?” You cross your arms across your chest. “It would make things difficult for you, but mainly for me.”

“The guards wouldn’t say anything,” he reassured. 

You raised an eyebrow. “Surely the presence of your absence has been noted.”

“I announced that I was retiring for the night and told everyone to continue partying.”

“What if someone sees?”

“Everyone is too busy drinking and dancing,” he paused for a moment, looking you up and down, noticing that your body was stiff. He stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Do you not want to? If not, then it’s fine, I don’t mean to place pressure on you.”

You could tell that Dorian’s words were genuine. His face was soft and patient, waiting for you to respond. “I want to,” I admitted. His eyes became bright at your words. “I just don’t want to complicate things.” He waited for you to continue. “You’re the King of Adarlan; I don’t think people would be pleased to know that you’ve bedded me. I would probably be seen as a woman who tempted the king for money and power, as a whore.”

“It's no one's business what I do, or what you do. I am the king. My guards know to keep their mouths shut, especially the ones that are stationed outside my chambers. If anyone does find out, you can come to me and I’ll deal with it.” 

You thought about it for a moment, weighing your options, and glanced around the garden to see that it was still empty. You met his gaze once more and nodded. “Yes.”

“Are you sure?” He asked. His voice came out low, taking a step closer to you. 

“Yes.” You licked your lips, and his eyes trailed the movement. You took a step forward, glancing at his lips, tilting your head upwards and parting your lips slightly, giving him permission to kiss you. His hand came to cup your face, his thumb lightly stroking the side of your cheek while his other hand settled on your hip, giving it a hard squeeze.

Your bodies were pressed against each other, and it was then that you could feel the hardness of his cock through his trousers. You leaned your head forward, feeling his breathe as your lips were about to connect-

You jerked back as you let out a low hiss of pain as one of the thorns sliced into the tip of your index finger. A bead of blood pooled at the cut, making your skin sting. Dorian plucked the flower from your hand and brought your finger close to his face, his eyes inspecting the small cut and then he looked at you, a sly look on his face.

“You need to be more careful, dove.” He brought your finger to his lips, pressing light kisses onto the skin slowly, as if savoring the taste of the salt on your skin mixed with your blood. His tongue replaced his lips, his eyes never leaving yours. 

Your breath hitched and you could feel wetness start to pool in between your thighs. His teeth harshly nipped at the skin, making a small noise escape your throat. “Dorian,” you moaned quietly. “Please.” Your toes curled. He tossed the rose on the ground, releasing your finger, and brought your lips to his. 

His lips were cold but soft, and you ran my hands through his thick hair, your nails lightly scraping his scalp. You swallowed the groan that left his mouth. His hands are roughly squeezing your backside, pushing you closer to him. He tugged your bottom lip between his teeth as you pressed your thighs together to try and relieve some of the aching tension.

“Not here,” you breathed.

He nodded and grabbed your hand, walking both of you out of the garden and through a door that had no one near it, and led the two of you back inside the castle. You had to walk fast to keep up with the strides of his long legs. The halls that he led you through were thankfully empty, not even guards were positioned in the hallway, it looked like any rarely came through this way. He squeezed your hand and brushed his thumb across your knuckles. 

The hall to where his chambers came into view and the guards stationed outside didn’t so much as flinch as Dorian neared the door. They only gave a respectful bow to their king, averting their eyes, and pretended to not notice that his hand was interlaced with yours, or that his lips were swollen, and the tanned skin of his cheeks were flushed.

He pushed open the door and led you through his room, quickly closing the door. You stopped in the middle of the room and noticed it was rather untidy; books were open and lying on his desk and the table by the sofa, his bed was unmade, and a few of his clothes were on the floor. But it smelled like him. So much like Dorian.

Your back was facing Dorian, his footsteps sounding closer, the sound of his crown being placed gently on a table, and then he was right behind you. His front pressed against your back, the warmth of his body seeping into you. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before grabbing your chin, making you meet his gaze, sapphire eyes were blazing. His forehead rested against yours. “I need to hear you say it.”

Your breathing was growing heavier.

“Yes. Please.”

His hand released your chin, moving your head back to its original position and his free hand came to rest on your hip. His hand then wrapped around your throat, squeezing softly, and tilted your head back. Dorian’s lips were brushing the shell of your ear before his teeth tugged on the lobe of your ear, biting gently.

The hand on your waist moved until it was settled right above your pelvis, pushing you back so you could feel his cock. You slightly shifted your hips, grinding your ass on his hardened length, and you were pleased when a low groan left him.

He left a trail of rough kisses down the column of your throat, teeth occasionally nipping and harshly sucking on the flesh, marking you as his. Quiet moans escaping your lips as you let your body lean more into him.

The thin strap of your dress fell down your shoulder, exposing your collarbone. Phantom hands came to cup your breasts through the flimsy material of your dress, squeezing before pinching your peaked nipples, hard. 

A hiss left you, arching your back away from his body, but his hand pushed you back against him and held you tightly, and grabbed your face again, placing his lips on yours. The tip of your tongue meeting his own. Heat bloomed in your core. He bit your bottom lip as he removed the dress from your body and let it fall to the floor. You turned around, arms snaking around his neck and pulling at the thick strand of his hair. 

Both of his hands grabbed yours as he pulled his lips away from yours, breathing heavily, and guiding you toward his large bed. His cheeks were a flushed red and his once neat hair was messy from you dragging your fingers through it.

You climbed onto the bed and sat up on your knees, grabbing the lapels of his jacket and kissed him again. His hand came to cup the side of your ass, his blunt fingernails lightly scratching before a harsh smack came down, the sound echoing throughout the room.

Your body jolted forward and you let out a loud, breathy moan. You felt yourself becoming more aroused. 

“You like how that feels?” Dorian asked. Another harsh smack came down, on the opposite side this time, when you didn’t answer. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” you groaned, head tipping back in pleasure.

“I’m going to take good care of you.” The words sounded like a promise.

You tugged off his jacket and let it drop to the floor. You took off his tunic next, revealing the pale line on his tan skin from where the collar had been, and strong, firm muscle. Your hand came to cup his cock through his black trousers. Dorian hissed, eyebrows slightly creasing together in pleasure. You press light kisses on the pale part of his neck, sucking harshly, leaving love bites of your own and running your tongue over the bruised flesh.

He grabbed you by the neck, putting his lips back on yours. His kiss was deliberately slow. Teasing. Savoring the taste of the red wine on your lips. His fingers are pulling at the hair at the nape of your neck. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, wanting to feel the hardness of his length against your stomach. Fingertips pressing into the curve of your neck as his tongue sweeps over your mouth. 

You moan into the kiss, feeling his phantom hands squeezing your ass, tracing the band of your underwear. His fingertips brush over your nipples. They’re cold with his ice magic. You shiver and his mouth curves in delight. The tip of Dorian’s nail grazes the hardened bud before he bends down and takes your nipple in his mouth. Your underwear is sticky with your arousal.

He keeps his eyes on you, watching how your head tips back, how your lips part as you begin moaning breathily. He rolls your other nipple between his thumb and index finger, leaving goosebumps on your skin from the coldness of his flesh. He sucks roughly, moaning around the bud as you pull at his hair, and then he tugs at your nipple with his teeth. His tongue laps over it before he begins sucking again. 

“Feels so good,” you mumble, trying to catch your breath. You can feel him grin in satisfaction.

Dorian releases the abused flesh and he starts repeating the same motions on the other nipple, but this time it’s harsher, more animalistic. His hand starts trailing down your stomach and then cups your clothed cunt. A chuckle leaves his lips at what he found. “You’re so wet.” 

He dips his hand in your underwear and runs a finger through your folds. You start to slowly move your hips, rubbing your clit on the heel of his palm to relieve the aching tension. “Stay still,” he warns, “or I’ll stop.” You groan in frustration, but comply, hesitantly. He circles the entrance to your hole, gathering the wetness that had pooled there, and then slips a finger inside of you.

Your back arches the same time as you let out a choked moan. You clench around him, fighting the urge to rub your clit against his palm. Painfully slow, in a teasing manner, he thrusts his finger in and out. He takes his time in stretching you out. Your voice is husky as you say, “Kiss me.” You open your eyes to see that he’s already looking at you. Pure desire in his gaze. 

“Kiss me,” you repeat again. He obliges. There’s nothing gentle or soft about the kiss. It’s messy and fast and rough. Your teeth are clashing against each other, desperate to taste each other. Your breaths are labored, trying to breathe in more air.

He enters a second finger and when you gasp, he shoves his tongue inside your mouth. You dig your nails into the meat of his shoulders before brushing your thumbs over his nipples.

“Since that night I’ve thought of doing this again,” Dorian admitted. “I fucked myself to the thought of you. Imagining it was you stroking my cock.”

His words made you clench around his fingers. You could picture it. His eyes closed, head leaning back against the pillows, and his hand gripping his cock, squeezing hard. His groans coming out hoarsely, loudly. There was a sense of triumph in knowing that you had made the King of Adarlan fantasize about you. It was satisfying. 

“So have I,” you also admitted. 

“Tell me,” he demanded.

You swallowed. “I shoved my fingers inside my cunt and wished that it was yours instead. I thought of your tongue on my cunt, of your hand around my throat and your cock inside me.” 

Dorian’s fingers thrust faster the same time phantom hands tug at your nipples, a warm feeling blooming low in your stomach. Your moans were coming out in short gasps. “Dorian.” Your fingernails leave marks on his broad shoulders and your head tips back. “I’m so close.” The pressure that had been building was becoming more intense. He whispers words of encouragement and praise. 

And with a curl of his fingers you cry out, arching your body into him as your orgasm hits you. Your breath comes out in stutters, your body jerking and your knees trembling. His phantom hands help keep you upright. He coaxes you through it. And when your moans cease, he very slowly removes his fingers from your cunt with a squelching sound. 

He brings them to his face, inspecting the wet sheen on them. Dorian smiles. “Look at how soaked you are.” Your arousal coats his entire hand, dripping down to his wrist. And while he keeps his eyes locked on yours, he puts his digits into his mouth and tastes your juices. Your breath hitches. His sapphire eyes darken considerably. 

The palm of his hand rests on your collarbone and he gently pushes you until your back is lying on the bed. He reaches forward and rips off the lacy material of your underwear. After tossing them across the room he takes a step back and greedily takes in the sight of you; a thin sheen of sweat is covering your body, your nipples are red and swollen from where he sucked and bit on them, and your cunt is dripping wet. 

“I need you,” your voice snaps Dorian out of his daze.

He starts to undo the button of trousers and pushes them down, removing his undershorts also. He steps out of them quickly and tosses them aside, and his cock slaps against his abdomen hard. You take in the sight; the fine patch of dark hair, the tip of his cock is red and leaking with his arousal.

You lick your lips, desperate to have his cock in your mouth. The previous time you fucked each other, you only briefly got to lick him, and you had forgotten what he’d tasted like.

He wraps a hand around his cock, giving it a firm stroke. He hisses. “You see what you do to me?”

Dorian walks forward, kneels on the bed and uses his phantom hands to restrain your wrists to the mattress. He lowers himself between your legs and an almost pained look crosses his features as he stares at your core, wet and gleaming for him.

It was a slow torture, him slowly kissing the inside of your thighs, nipping at skin and leaving love bites. His thumbs draw circles into your hips, and you keep squirming, wanting his tongue on your most sensitive part, but he seemed keen on the idea to tease you.

“Dorian,” you rasped. He would continue teasing until you begged for it. It’s what he wanted. You held his gaze and watched as he waited, a grin was on his face, but you could see his body trembling with restraint to keep himself from ravishing you. “Please.”

He cocks his head to the side, mockingly, and his grin is feline. “Because you asked nicely. . .”

Dorian took a long, languid lick up the center of your core. You let out a moan in relief and your eyes fluttered shut, enjoying the feeling of his tongue sliding up and down you, tasting you thoroughly. He peppers kisses along your cunt before he starts licking again. 

One of his hands comes up to pinch your nipple and you buck your hips against his face, but he throws an arm across your waist to keep you still. He wraps his lips directly around your clit and you cry out as he starts sucking the sensitive nub. You struggle against the phantom hands that bound your wrists. You want to run your fingers through his hair grind against his face.

Grabbing your thighs, Dorian drapes them over his shoulders to hold you closer and keeps his eyes pinned to your face. He wanted to watch you come on his tongue. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling ever so slightly. 

“Right there,” you gasp.

You watch as he presses his hips hard against the mattress and begins rutting against it, a soft groan leaving him and it vibrates through your core.

You try to free your hands from his magic, but it doesn’t budge. “Let me touch you.” You look at him with pleading eyes. “Please, let me touch you.” Finally, those phantom hands release their grip on you.

Your body writhes and your fingers rake through his black hair to push him closer, nails scratching along his scalp. Your cries of pleasure encourage him to keep going. His teeth scraping your clit is what makes you climax. His fingers quicken their pace, tongue moving faster, letting you ride out your high.

It leaves you trembling with needing more, but Dorian removes his tongue and fingers from you and leans back on his knees. His eyes linger on your abused cunt before he looks at you and you stare at him, too. Blue eyes full of adoration. His hair was in disarray, cheeks a pretty shade of pink, and his chin and lips were coated with your arousal but he didn’t seem to care.

He looked devastating.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he grabbed you by the hips and turned you around so you were on your knees, ass in the air, and the side of your face was pressed against the sheets. His hand left a hard smack across your ass cheek making a yelp escape your lips. Dorian’s hands once again grab your hips to bring you close to his face, and his fingers tease your entrance, and you arch your back, urging him to bring you another orgasm again.

He laughed teasingly. “So eager, dove.”

He sticks his tongue inside of your cunt and your entire body shudders. He moans, as if this is pleasuring him just as much as it is you. The taste of you was going to haunt him after this was over. The essence of you would haunt him. 

He presses his fingers inside your leaking hole and the pace is fast, desperate to draw a third orgasm from you. Dorian wanted you to come again, and again, and again. He needed you to come again. 

Another harsh slap to your ass has you moaning out his name. Your hands clutch the sheets tightly and you rock your hips against his face, and unlike last time, he doesn’t try to make you stay still. He lets you grind yourself on his face and makes his phantom hands rock your hips to move them faster. The tips of his fingers would leave bruises from how hard their grip was.

Lewd noises were coming out of his mouth and your face warmed from the sounds.

Your body trembles as he flicks his tongue against your clit repeatedly and you feel yourself come again. A loud cry echoing against the walls of his room. He hums against your cunt, letting the vibrations further stimulate you. It isn’t until your whimpering that he finally relents. You’re panting, strands of hair clinging to your forehead, and your knees give out beneath you.

“You’re doing so good for me,” Dorian praised. He presses a kiss against your spine. And then another. His hand rubbing your red backside from the slaps he gave. His ice magic soothing the tender skin.

“Dorian,” you mumble.

“Are you okay?” He asks, running a strong hand down the length of your spine gently. Your skin prickles.

You manage a weak nod.

“Use your words.”

“Yes,” you murmur. Your eyelids were heavy and the perspiration felt sticky on the nape of your neck.

He helps turn you around so you’re laying on your back. You drink in the sight of him and he does the same. Dorian’s lips were shining with your arousal and his cock looked painfully hard. You wanted to kiss him. You reached out a trembling hand, and he eyed it before taking hold of it and leaning over you, bracing his body weight on his elbows. His nose brushes yours softly.

“Kiss me,” you breathe. He brought his mouth to yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue. You were both frantic and desperate, and didn’t want to pull your mouths apart from each other. 

You cup his face, rubbing your thumb along the sharp cheekbone as your other hand played with the strands of his hair. His body was trembling and whatever self-control he had left was slipping away.

You reach a hand down, gripping his length and give it a lazy stroke. He makes a soft noise at the touch, slowly moving his hips as you start pressing kisses onto his collarbones. His forehead resting on top of yours, eyes closed and savoring the moment. You run your thumb over the slit, gathering moisture before giving a gentle squeeze that makes a low growl leave Dorian. That last bit of self-control was completely gone.

He takes his cock and lines the head of it up with your cunt and in one motion, he fully sheaths himself inside of you. A sigh of contentment leaves the pair of you. His pace starts off slow, languid. Your hips roll against his, trying to find a rhythm that matches. His hands roam over the sides of your body before landing on your plush hips. Fingertips digging into your flesh.

“Tell me how you feel.” He licked the side of your throat.

“Good,” you pant. “So good.” 

“You like me being inside you?” His tone was teasing, mocking, but you could hear how gravelly he sounded.

“Yes.” 

He presses kisses to your lips, your neck, your collarbones, the swell of your breasts. Tongue flicking over both nipples. Your legs lock around his trim waist, bringing him closer to you and you clench tightly around him, and his hips jerk, drawing two mirrored moans of pleasure from you both. Your head tips back in bliss and your entire body is buzzing from pleasure.

Dorian’s eyes were a shade of blue so dark they looked like the freezing cold waters of the sea. He moans out your name like a prayer and dips down to kiss you again, as if one isn’t enough. Your hands run up and down his chest, the tip of your nail scraping his nipple. His thrusts were becoming rougher, deeper, more punishing than before. Your breasts bouncing with every snap of his hips.

One of his phantom hands started rubbing your clit and a low pressure was beginning to bloom in your belly, making a breathy gasp leave you. The walls of your cunt start contracting. Hot, heavy, open-mouthed kisses leave a thin string of saliva connecting your lips. It was messy. Both of you were moaning into each other’s mouth. Both of you sounded so needy.

Dorian buried his face into the crook of your neck. A cry left your lips as his teeth bit down on your skin. His thrusts were brutal, each one bringing you closer to the edge, hips snapping into yours hard enough that the headboard was banging against the wall. He obviously didn’t care if someone heard. And neither did you. The fingers on your clit were moving faster and your body was shaking. “Please, please, please. . .”

That familiar coil settled in your lower abdomen snaps. Your back arching off the bed as you come, the walls of your cunt clenching around him rhythmically, and you bury your forehead into the crook of his neck. Nails leaving red marks on his shoulders and down his back, and toes curling from the overstimulation.

Dorian fucks you through it, and his groans are growing louder and his thrusts harsher; he was going to come. He breathes out a desperate, pleading noise, leaning down until his forehead is pressed against yours. He fucks into you harder. The sound of skin-on-skin reverberating through the room. You give him words of encouragement, pressing quick kisses to his lips.

He comes with a deep, guttural groan. His hips stuttering. And you feel his seed spill into you as he rides out his high, fingertips gripping your hips so tight bruises would probably appear. His thrusts start to slow down before eventually stopping, and he pauses for a moment, panting heavily, before collapsing on top of you, unable to hold himself up any longer.

You brush back the damp strands of hair that cling to his forehead. Both of your bodies are shaking and slick with sweat. His breath tickles your skin. 

There were no noises in the room anymore save for the sounds of both of you gasping for air, but it didn’t feel awkward or uncomfortable. Dorian’s fingers loosened their tight grip on your hips and rubbed the flesh tenderly. A sigh of contentment left you. A passionate and generous lover indeed.

You could feel him start to grow restless. You unlocked your legs from around his waist and he gently pulled out from you with an almost inaudible hiss, and rolled onto his back right beside you, trying to catch his breath. The air in the room grew cold, his magic cooling the both of you off.

Your limbs felt heavy and you could feel his seed spilling out from you. You closed your eyes for a moment, still feeling the tingling sensation all over your body. Deep down you knew that no one would ever fuck you as good as Dorian just had. You didn’t know if this would happen again or if people would find out that you had fucked their king.

A small part of you inside felt sad knowing that you would be staying at the castle for only one more month before leaving to go back to your city. But you knew it was just sex. You didn’t expect anything more. It would be foolish to.

You could feel Dorian’s eyes burning into the side of your head, his lips parting, “Perhaps we should do this again.” The words were spoken nonchalantly, but you picked up on the tinge of nervousness. “Make it a three-time thing.”

You lifted a shoulder in a casual shrug, making yourself appear calm, and felt a grin tugging at your lips. “Maybe.”

[jeannineee]

Kinktober Day Twenty-Four: Choking

Dorian Havilliard x Reader

warnings: smut of course, p in v, praise, dorian uses his invisible hands, light breath play, this one is rather short honestly :(. kinktober masterlist

"You still with me?" Dorian asked teasingly, running his thumb along your lower lips as he slowly thrust into you.

You nodded weakly, barely coming down from the orgasm he'd just drawn from you. He gave you another slow thrust, to which you mewled, torn between pleasure and overstimulation. "D-Dorian..."

"Shhh..." he cooed, gently prying your hands from his biceps, pinning them above your head with only one hand. His other hand held your waist, keeping you still as he rolled his hips languidly. "Just relax f'me pretty girl. Taking me so well."

You instinctively arched into him, whimpering helplessly as he rutted into you. "Oh--oh, it's too much, please."

"You can take it," Dorian murmured, sucking in a breath as your walls fluttered around him.

Your lips parted in a silent scream as an invisible hand began circling your clit, with another finding home around your neck. You felt the slightest pressure as that same hand squeezed, your mind going dizzy with euphoria.

The sight of you had Dorian cursing under his breath as he threw your legs over his shoulders, driving deeper into you. "Can't get enough of you. So fucking good for me."

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[throneofsmut]

Kinktober Day Eleven: Phantom Hands

Dorian Havilliard x Female Reader

“Mhmm… Fuck” you moaned as you moved your hips over his. Your soaking bare cunt rubbing against the velvety soft skin of his cock.

His hands gripped your hips tighter the longer you grinded against him, “Just like that, Baby.” Soft pants leaving his mouth.

The head of his cock rubbed your clit in the most delicious way. Moving faster as you were reaching your peak, but he stopped you leaving you on the edge. His hands held you in place, “What are y-“ his lips were on yours, cutting you off.

Pulling back, lust filled eyes meeting yours and voice tight, “If I’m going to cum, then I’m going to cum in your pretty little cunt.”

Suddenly he pressed you tighter against his chest and slightly to the side, your hands pressed up against the wood headboard. One of his hand left your hips to guide his cock inside you, “Oh, Fuck” he groaned, walls fluttering in response.

Once he was to the hilt, he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in at a merciless pace. Tipping your head back as you cried out in pleasure, you felt more of him. His phantom hands. One was wrapped around your throat, another was pulling your hair making your back arch even more than it already was.

Two more were pinching and playing with your sensitive nipples that were aching to be touched. While the last one circled your swollen clit.

His real hands were still gripping your hips as he fucked you roughly - just the way he knows you like it - his moans growing louder in tandem with yours.

Hips stuttering as your walls fluttered around his cock, both of you were about to fall over the edge. He angled his hips slightly, the change allowing him to hit that sweet spot, making you come. He followed shortly after with a loud moan.

[gothicbabydollz]

Could you imagine riding Dorian’s thigh? Or just anything to do with Dorian in general? He can use those phantom hands on me any day

I can imagine Dorian pinning you against the wall, arms held above your head while a smirk overtakes his pretty face. He wedges his thigh between yours, pressing up against your barely covered core. Dorian coos when you gasp, dipping down to caress your neck with his lips. He shushes you, gripping your hips to rock you against his thigh. Yet, you could feel his touch groping all over your body, you weren’t sure where his hands really were. You couldn’t check with your eyes screwed shut, pleasure tingling across your skin, lips parted as heavy breaths passed in and out. Dorian grinds your cunt against his thigh as he ravishes your throat, whispering, “Don’t cum until I tell you to, gorgeous. I plan to take my time with you tonight.”

[throneofsapphics]

celebration masterlist

from this post. thank y'all so much for sending these in, there were a few duplicates, and a few extra might make there way out, but I kept it to 12 to keep myself realistic. I'll update this as they're posted! I love all of you and thank you so much for the support!

The Arrangement* - Rowan/Fenrys/Lorcan x Reader (2/25)

"You'll take what I give you"

A Favor - Dorian x Reader (2/27)

"I could help you forget him/her."

Loyal Friends* - Ruhnlidia x Reader (2/29)

At least I didn't get arrested. 

"You look so pretty on your knees."

"You look good with my hand around your neck."

Thin Doors* - Rowaelin x Reader (3/2)

"Please, pick one broom closet and stick to it."

The Other Side - young!Rhys x Reader (3/4)

"I hate you." "No you don't."

"How do you sleep at night?" "I usually go for a bed." 

Pretty For Me* - Mor x Reader (3/14)

"You look so pretty on your knees."

Last Avenues* - Feysand x Reader (3/24)

"Am I supposed to be impressed?" 

"Is that all you have?"

Stay In The Moment With Me - Rhys x Reader (3/27)

"I don't want to be alone tonight"

A Present* - Nessian x Reader (3/28)

“Take it off”

A Pretty Smile - Nyx x Reader (3/29)

"How have you survived this long by yourself?" 

At least I didn't get arrested

Breaking Point* - Manon x Reader (3/30)

"Do it already or I'll find someone else."

Supposed to Be Us - Asterin x Reader (3/31)

“Tell me it was a lie.” “I can’t.”

[thisblogisaboutabook]

Them:

“Put your hands on the headboard.”

“I’ll bleed whatever color you tell me to.”

“Did you enjoy the sight of me kneeling before you?”

“Look at how I fuck you, Feyre.”

“Do you like watching? Watching me move in you?”

“I have plans for this beautiful ass, Bryce. Filthy, filthy plans.”

Me:

[shadowdaddies]

King's Queen

Dorian Havilliard x Reader

based on this ask

Summary: Dorian's mother makes her opinions on your relationship clear. You make your own opinions known. (angst → smut → fluff)

Warnings: smut below the cut, phantom hands/light bondage, minors dni

Wiping your hands nervously on the skirts of your dress, you gave Dorian’s mother a shy smile, reaching your hand towards hers to shake. “It’s lovely to finally meet you, Georgina.” 

Piercing green eyes appraised you, lip twisting disdainfully at your outstretched hand as her back straightened. She spoke in a delicate voice that betrayed the vitriol of her words. “How informal of you,” she noted glancing between you and Dorian. “I do still hold the title of Queen, if you were unaware. You may also refer to me as ‘Lady Havilliard’.” 

With a flip of her long auburn hair, Georgina strolled towards her seat at the dining table, leaving you to awkwardly lower your hand to your side. Dorian quickly took your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles as he gave you a reassuring smile and guided you towards the table. 

You took your seat, glancing down the table to where Georgina sat next to Dorian’s brother, Hollin, cutting his steak for him as the woman doted on her younger son, hardly sparing either you or Dorian a glance. After pushing around the mashed potatoes on your plate for an insufferable amount of time, you mustered the courage to try speaking to Georgina again. 

With a deep breath, you plastered on a practiced, pleasant smile and turned towards where the queen sat. “Lady Havilliard, Dorian has told me that you quite enjoy the mountains. I’ve heard your home there is quite lovely - I can only imagine, if it holds a fraction of the beauty with which you’ve decorated this castle.” 

Her cold gaze flicked to you, her own fork dropping to her plate with a clatter. “Yes, it is a lovely home,” she acknowledged before quickly turning back to Hollin. Lifting her wine glass to her lips, Georgina murmured so quietly that it was hardly detectable, even with your fae hearing. “Much nicer than a fae servant is accustomed to, I’m sure.” The insults continued, Georgina continuing her verbal assault as you struggled through the meal.

The effects of her words weighing heavier and heavier, your hand moved to Dorian’s thigh, squeezing for comfort. His sapphire eyes focused on you, hand moving to rub the back of yours in an assuring manner as you hurriedly finished your meal. Quietly bidding Georgina and Hollin a good night, you dashed out of the room as quickly as you could.

You moved at an exceptionally fast pace, stopping when Dorian grabbed your wrist, twirling you around to see his concerned gaze. Noting the barely held-in tears in your eyes, Dorian pulled you into the nearest room. Eagerly crossing the drawing room, you took a seat on the plush velvet sofa, burying your face in your hands. 

Dorian crouched in front of you, rubbing soothing circles on your thighs. “My love, are you alright? I know my mother is unpleasant, and I am so sorry for that.” 

You shook your head, leaning back against the seat as a wry chuckle left your lips. “It wasn’t only that she was so stiff and dismissive. You should have heard the things she said about me when she knew that you couldn’t hear. I am nothing but a fae servant, I only care for you for your title, I am not worthy of you.” Voice breaking at those last words, your shoulders shook as you began to cry into Dorian’s shoulder.

He held you for a long moment, letting you process your emotions before he placed a kiss to your head. “Are you going to be alright?” Sniffling, you nodded, and Dorian stood.

“I have something to take care of, but I will meet you in our bedroom,” he promised, giving a soft kiss to your lips before the both of you departed in different directions. 

As you meandered back to your room, your head began to ache from all the tears you had spilled this evening. With a sigh of resignation, you turned back towards the kitchens in search of some water. The familiar shrill voice of Georgina Havilliard pricked your ears, and you rolled your eyes as you continued walking - until a deep, irritated voice rose louder. 

Recognizing Dorian as the other person speaking, you quietly tiptoed towards the conversation, listening as you moved through the hallway. Rage boiled through you as you registered Georgina’s words coming from the cracked door up ahead. “I am not indifferent towards you, Dorian. I have given up on you. You are a consistent disappointment, and this common woman... pardon, fae - she spoke the word, dripping with disdain - is the perfect example of your poor choices. You are nothing as I hoped you would be.” 

You could not bear to hear any more of her venom, nearly bursting the solid wood door off of its hinges as you burst into the room, halting Dorian and Georgina where they stood. Your eyes burned with fury as you turned towards the woman, barely maintaining the leash you held on your fae instincts which called on you to rip her to shreds. 

Not bothering with pleasantries, you spoke in a voice you’d reserved for the worst of your enemies. “You may speak however you wish about me, but if I hear you belittle Dorian like that again, I will cut out your tongue. It is a miracle that your King is the exceptional man that he is, having come from you. It would be wise of you to recognize that.”

The air was heavy in the room, a long moment passing as Georgina shriveled under your intense gaze. With a sniffle, the woman raised her head, courageously lifting her green eyes to you as she spoke. “I will bear that in mind.”

With a smile, you nodded, once more wishing her a pleasant evening as you took Dorian’s hand and guided him out the door and towards your bedroom. Closing the door behind you, you turned to see Dorian’s sapphire eyes wide in shock as he stared at you. “Are you okay?” you whispered, becoming increasingly worried that you might have frightened him with your actions.

Dorian surprised you, his lips curving into a mischievous smile as he turned you around. Black hair hung in his eyes as Dorian towered over you, arms caging you in as he backed you against the wall. “That was the most spectacular... sexiest thing anyone has ever done for me,” he purred, leaning in as he dragged his nose up your neck.

His teeth found your earlobe, a moan leaving your lips as he tugged before moving back to your neck, slowly kissing his way down to your throat. “Dorian,” you whispered, arms wrapping around him as you begged his body closer to yours. 

Dorian tsk’d at you, a wicked smirk gracing his lips as invisible hands gripped your wrists, pinning them above your head. You were trapped against the wall, desperately writhing as you begged Dorian to come closer. Instead, he stepped away, stroking his chin as he admired you on display like a work of art. 

Slowly, so slowly, Dorian walked back forwards, dragging one finger down your throat to your sternum, the peak of your breasts exposed in the gown you had donned for the evening. As if another set of hands worked behind you, the laces of the dress were undone, Dorian easily sliding the fabric off of you until it fell to the floor. 

“Gods, you are beautiful,” he murmured, his hand still idly tracing your body as you panted under his teasing touch. 

“Please, Dorian. Touch me,” you begged. Dorian let out a low groan, his eyes darkening as his control snapped. He surged forward, one hand wrapping around the back of your neck as he tilted your head to kiss you deeply, tongue thrusting and swiping along the roof of your mouth as his other hand moved lower down your stomach.

Arching your hips into his touch, you whimpered when his fingers ghosted over your soaked core before he pulled away. You gasped, your anger lasting only a moment before the shadow hands released you, Dorian throwing you over his shoulder. 

Dorian landed a playful smack to your bare ass, earning a yelp from you before he tossed you onto the bed, shadow hands returning to spread your arms and legs for him. You huffed in frustration, your arousal nearly painful as you begged again. “Dorian, I need you inside me, please.”

Unbuttoning his shirt, Dorian leaned down, kissing his way up your thighs before settling to hover over your heat. “I promise to make love to you tonight, but first I intend to worship you, thoroughly, my Queen.”

The moan that left you at his words quickly turned to a gasp as Dorian gripped your thighs, sucking harshly on your clit before thrusting his tongue into your core. He groaned at the taste, moving to flick his tongue against your clit as he brought a finger to curl inside of you. 

Back arching as much as the invisible restraints would allow, you reached your high with a scream that you wee certain echoed through the castle. 

Dorian quickly rid himself of his pants, lining up his hard length at your entrance as you nodded, granting him permission to push in. Jaw dropping in a silent moan at the pleasure, you felt Dorian’s head fall against your shoulder as he settled fully inside of you. 

Phantom hands vanished, allowing you to pull Dorian into a searing kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist as you encouraged him to move. He rocked into you slowly but precisely, intentionally hitting a perfect angle that dragged out both your pleasure. Overcome by the gentleness of the moment, you whispered “I love you,” through silver lined eyes.

Dorian kissed you fiercely, pulling back to press kisses on every part of your face, whispering “I love you”s with each touch. With a shudder, he finished inside of you, rolling to the side as he held you close. 

You pushed the hair from Dorian’s eyes, admiring his beauty as you sighed in contentment. “I cannot believe how lucky I am to have a man like you in my life,” you murmured, snuggling into his warm chest.

Dorian wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close and pressed a kiss to your hair. “I am the lucky one, my love.”

[shadowhandss60]

“I’ll bleed whatever color you tell me to.”

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AC: Snowarox

This art was gifted to me by the incredible artist listed above and I am forever grateful 😭 I’ll never be over it.

[amara-moonlight]

I wish there was more rowan fanfics that’s it that’s the post i need more rowan pls someone anyone write more rowan my addiction/obsession must be fed 🥺😢

[the-smut-analyst]

[b00kdiary]

NEW WIP: SJM MEN + PLUS SIZE OC

MASTERLIST

I am going to be starting a multiple part series with Sarah J. Maas male characters and a plus size female OC.

The series will take place in the ACOTAR, TOG, or CC worlds and be 18+ with sexual themes, mature language and will have a plus size fmc (Because we thick girls deserve the love too!)

Feel free to comment any scenario's, prompts or ideas you might like to see and any particular characters you want me to write for and I will try my hardest to do so!

The characters I will be writing for:

Rhysand (Acotar)

Cassian (Acotar)

Azriel (Acotar)

Rowan Whitethorn (TOG)

Dorian Havilliad (TOG)

Ruhn Danaan (CC)

Ithan Holstrom (CC)

Hunt Athalar (CC)

(and others you may request!)

I'm likely to start posting for this series within the next week/s or so, so comment below if you wish to be added to the tag list or follow my account.

To our sexy SJM men and the fantasies we have about them x

[shadowdaddyazriel]

Four's A Party

summary: You meet Azriel, Ruhn Danaan, and Dorian Havilliard at a bar and have a night none of you will ever forget.

warnings: smut!!!! foursome, praise kink, mmmf, etc etc.

leave a comment if you enjoy ;)

The music in Rita’s was thrumming so loud I swore I could feel it vibrating through my veins. I swayed to the music, pulling my hair up off my neck to cool off. The song stopped and faded into something slower and I excused myself from my friends to head to the bathroom to have a second to catch my breath . 

I sigh, grabbing the door handle and swinging the door open wide. I gasp, staggering back a step as I nearly run smack into a hulking male figure in the doorway. He grabs my arms, steadying me. I look at his face then, and I really and truly could have disappeared. Of course I just walked in on the hottest man I’ve ever seen. 

“Well, hello,” he coos, his voice so deep I could practically hear it rumbling in his chest. Gods, as if he needed to be hotter. Looking up at him, my head tipped back to accommodate his height. He towered over me.

“Hi,” I managed to choke out.

“I think someone was in there,” he lets out a dark chuckle. “But you’re good now, baby.” He nods his head at me in salutation and moves around me. I spin, dumbfounded and staring after him. He looked back over his shoulder with a devilish grin and a wink. 

I sucked in a breath, quickly walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind me. I clicked the lock into place, smoothing down my hair and taking a deep breath. I was so sick of my friends always having these risque adventures on nights out and just expecting me to be the celibate innocent friend. I looked in the mirror, giving myself a pep talk to do something ballsy for once. 

I turned and swung open the door, revealing the beautiful male I’d run into leaning against the wall beside the door smirking at me with a wicked look in his eyes. Almost like he was waiting for me to come out. And I just decided… I mean, fuck it. 

I grabbed the male by his shirt pulling him after me as I walk backwards into the bathroom giving him a smoldering suggestive look. He was grinning like the Cheshire cat. And gods, I wanted to taste that smile. 

The door banged shut behind us and the male clicked the lock into place. He towered over me again, surveying me with a wicked glimmer in his eyes. Those beautiful hazel eyes. 

“Hi again, princess.” He purrs. I swallow, bravery fading with every second he looked at me. I wanted to squirm under his glance, the intensity of it thrilling. I’m sure my cheeks were incredibly flushed.

Before I knew what he was doing, he gripped my waist, lifting me to sit on the sink, parting my legs to stand between them. His hands found the sides of my face, thumbs stroking in calming passes as he continued to stare into my eyes. 

And then smashes his mouth into mine. My back arches and I moan into his mouth as he kisses me with fervor. He bites my lower lip, tugging it between his teeth as his tongue caresses it. I went liquid under his touch, little bolts of electricity snaking down my spine and to my core. 

“Couldn’t even ask me my name first, could you, pretty girl?” he chuckles, hands sliding down my shoulders and beginning to roam my body. 

“What’s your name?” I say, placing my hands on his defined chest. 

“Azriel.”

“Hmmm. Hi, Azriel,” I said with a cheeky grin. 

He hummed, kissing me again and whispering against my lips, “Say that again, I liked it.”

“Azriel,” I whisper against his mouth and his mouth reclaims mine. 

“What’s yours, princess?” He asks, leaning back to look at me again, biting his lower lip. 

“You don’t need to know,” I say, raising my eyebrows in a challenge. He leans forward, lips claiming my neck, making me sigh into him, my body pliant. 

He pushes his hip against mine, my skirt hiking up to my hip bones. I can feel how hard he is through his jeans as he presses into me. I arch into him, groaning at the friction. 

My hands bury into his hair as he moves to pull my shirt over my head. His head dips down to pull my nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around it. I was drenched, arching for him. Gods, this was an even better idea than I thought. I couldn’t even believe what was happening right now.

A loud banging on the door signals that someone has been waiting for a while now. My eyes go wide and he chuckles quietly at my expression. 

“Guess we’ll have to be quick then. Good thing you’re already soaking wet for me, huh?” He coos, his fingers pushing my underwear aside to run two fingers up my slit, the glide of me ripping a low growl from his pink lips. 

My hands grab his belt, quickly fumbling to get his pants off. He helps me, freeing himself. My eyes go wide at the sight of him, my throat going dry. He was perfect. I wanted- no, I needed him inside of me, filling me. He palmed his cock rubbing the tip along my entrance at an achingly slow pace. I claw at him, needing more. He chuckles, nipping my earlobe.

“Such a greedy little slut, aren’t you? Sneaking me into the bathroom, desperate for me to fill you,” he says, and within seconds he fills me completely, slamming all the way to the hilt. My body clenches around him in shock, and he lets out a heavy breath, eyes rolling back in his head.

“Can I move?” He groans, eyes closed and head tipped back slightly. And gods is he a sight to see. A greek god among men. 

“Fill me with you.” I moan, writhing against him in anticipation.”I want to feel you tomorrow and remember just how good you felt inside me.”

He thrusts into me again, both of us clinging to each other for dear life. The sound our connection makes is filthy, making me even wetter around the huge length of him. He fit me perfectly, and I never wanted this to stop. My nails dug into his arms as he continued to slide in and out of me, the feeling of him gliding against my walls almost too much to bear. I’d had sex, sure. But never sex that felt like this. 

“You feel so fucking good,” he moans, lips latching back onto mine as we sloppily kiss each other, both desperate to reach our respective climaxes. We breathe into each others mouths, foreheads pressed together as he fucks me like his life depends on it. 

I feel myself begin to throb around him, the increasing pleasure of it overwhelming. A tear leaked from the corner of my eye as he moves his hand between us to circle my clit. I grind against him, begging for the contact. 

“Are you gonna come for me, pretty girl? You gonna come on my cock?” He groans into my mouth, hands knotted in my hair. The smell of him was entirely intoxicating. I wanted to swallow him whole. 

His hand gripped my chin, pulling back to look into my eyes as I finally reach that euphoric peak, clenching around him and letting out a moan I’m sure the whole bar probably heard. 

He followed me over the edge, pumping into me at a continually messier speed, panting as he filled me with him. He paused inside me, leaning his forehead against mine as we both caught our breath. 

Slowly, he pulled out of me, jaw slack as he continued to breathe heavily, watching his cum spill out of me. He gently helped me clean myself up and pull my clothes back into place before grabbing my hand and leading me to the door. 

He unlocked it, swinging the door open to reveal two other tall males, arms crossed with shit-eating grins on both of their faces as they take in the two of us. 

“I was gonna give you shit for taking so long, but now I understand. I wouldn’t be in a rush either.” The one on the left says. He has long black hair with one side of his head shaved. He was absolutely covered in tattoos and piercings and looked like my bad boy fantasy come to life. 

“Wow, real nice, Ruhn.” Azriel says, running a hand through his hair and looking over at me nervously. 

“You are a delightful little thing,” the other one says, voice like deep silk. His crown of dark hair only made an even more stark contrast to his piercingly blue eyes. Cauldron boil me, these were three of the hottest men I’d ever seen in my entire life. How had I managed to stumble upon this? 

“I could say the same,” I say, one eyebrow cocking up as I looked back and forth between the three of them with a sly grin. 

“Consider me free real estate, sweetheart. I’m here for the taking,” The long haired one- Ruhn said. Azriel threw him an incredulous look.

“Can I not sample the whole menu?” I ask Azriel, running my fingers lightly down his arm. He shivers under my touch, looking at me like he doesn’t know what to make of me. And truthfully, I’m not sure I know what to make of myself right now.

“Scared she’ll like us more, Az?” The blue eyed male jokes with a wink at their friend. The dynamic here was most certainly flirty from all four parties. Oh gods. Four. Was I really about to walk myself into what I thought I was? This was all so out of character but I was so godsdamned turned on at the thought of these three males all over me.

“There’s enough of me to go around,” I say, skin nearly buzzing with the sexual tension passing between us all. 

“I mean, Dorian, your apartment is two blocks away. If you’re serious of course. Don’t feel pressured, please.” Azriel says, eyes slightly weary at the idea, as if he was scared I was going to be offended by them even asking. And in any normal situation, I probably would have been. But not with these three mouthwatering men surrounding me. 

“What? Are you scared, Azriel? I don’t bite unless you ask me to,” I wink at him, and Dorian lets out a shocked laugh as he surveys me, eyebrows raised in peaked curiosity. As if I was some creature he wanted to explore and mine for secrets. 

“I think I’ll like you better with a gag in your mouth,” he purrs, leaning in to lick a stripe up my neck. “So I would watch the attitude, pretty girl.” 

Now it’s my turn to act shocked. I was utterly throbbing at his words and the idea that these three males wanted me. “Let’s go then.”

The boys turned on their heels and headed for the exit with zero hesitation, directly to Dorian’s apartment.

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“My filthy girl,” Azriel murmurs to me, pulling my hair up off my neck for better access. In front of me was Ruhn, on his knees and kissing my hip bones, slowly making his way to my most sensitive areas. 

All of us were entirely too clothed. I intended to remedy that issue.

“Take your clothes off. I want to see all of you,” I pant, locking eyes with each of them in request. With looks of devouring lust, they all happily obliged, each stripping entirely naked. And gods please have mercy, they were all just as well endowed as Azriel. 

“Your turn, princess,” a voice whispers into the ear on the opposite side of where Azriel sucked on my neck. Chills raced across my skin at the seduction in Dorian’s voice. He lifted my shirt over my head, revealing my laced bra underneath. 

“Somebody wanted to get fucked tonight, didn’t they?” Dorian grinned against my shoulder, fingers moving to smoothly unlatch my bra, sliding the straps down my shoulders and allowing the garment to slide to the floor. 

I felt Ruhn’s mouth cover my heat over my panties and my knees almost bucked out from under me. My hands grabbed onto his shoulder for support and he laughed against me, the sound a rumble that sent vibrations through my aching core. Ruhn stood then, picking me up and walking me over to the bed. I lay horizontally across the bed and all three males approach me like predators approaching prey. 

“Scoot up and let your head hang off the bed,” Dorian coaxed and I obliged. He rubbed my cheek in approval. “Now be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”

I let out a soft moan at his words. I slid my panties down my legs, throwing them across the room to where I suspected my clothes were. I laid my head back, looking up at Dorian who stood on the side of the bed, hips directly in front of my face. My eyes locked with his as I oh so slowly parted my legs, baring myself to them all. They all let out groans, moving in to be closer to me. 

Ruhn settled back between my legs, blowing air across my cunt, making me squirm for him. He then with no warning latched his hot, wet mouth to me and I let out a string of expletives that could make a sailor blush. His tongue parted me, expertly swirling my clit and humming against me. 

Azriel’s mouth lowers to my nipple, tongue swirling and teeth grazing. My back arched, and as soon as it did, Dorian placed the tip of his cock at my lips, silently commanding me to open my mouth for him. I did, tongue swirling his tip sensually as I did, and his hips bucked up into my mouth. My hands reached up to grip his thighs, encouraging him to fuck my face. 

He pauses for a moment to catch his breath, but that simply won’t do. I want him writhing and crying out for me. I swirl my tongue again, sucking on him. He involuntarily bucks into my mouth again and sighs in exasperation, giving up on trying to be gentle when that was clearly not what I was after.  

“Tap… tap my thigh if you need a break,” he pants, thrusting into my mouth. Upset at my attention being divided, Ruhn works me harder, tongue plunging in and out of my hole. He pulls back and pulls the flat of his tongue all the way up me in achingly slow passes. I grind my hips on his face, earning a moan of approval from him as he gripped my hips with force, pushing me harder into his mouth. 

I hear male groaning as I open my eyes, noticing Dorian’s arm reaching over me and to the side. He fisted Azriel’s cock, pumping him up and down as he fucked into my mouth. Holy. Fucking. Shit. The idea of the two of them working to pleasure each other made me want to turn molten. And Ruhn chuckles against me as he felt me throbbing against his face. 

“I think our dirty girl likes watching you pumping Az’s cock, Dor.” He grinned before reattaching his mouth to my core. 

“Yeah, pretty girl? You like watching him getting me off while I’m watching them eat your pretty cunt and fuck your throat?” Azriel purred, hands running down my stomach in exploration. Goosebumps covered my flesh and I sucked Dorian harder, dragging a feral groan from his lips. 

I came on Ruhn’s face, crying out as he rode me through my high. My noises cause Dorian to shake, his cum spilling down my throat as he shuddered in pleasure. 

Ruhn stood up and leaned over me, balancing on one arm. He brushed his thumb along my lower lip. “Think you can take all of us at once, sweetheart?”

I nod eagerly, making him give a ferocious grin. His thumb swiped a bit of Dorian’s cum from the corner of my mouth, raising it to his own lips and tasting it. He hummed at the taste. These men must share each other, and quite often to be this comfortable bedding a female together and engaging in mutual pleasure. The idea of it was so hot. 

Ruhn circled the bed until he was by my head. “Scoot back and get on your hands and knees, baby.” I obeyed, doing as he said. He climbed onto the bed in front of me on his knees, cock lined up with my mouth. I glided the flat of my tongue against the tip of him, looking up at him from under my lashes. His eyes turned dark with lust. 

I felt fingers at my entrance and turned to find Dorian and Azriel behind me. Dorian climbed onto the bed next to me, sliding his body underneath mine, my legs straddling his. He reached up, gently pulling my hips down onto his. We both moaned as my soaking cunt slid across his swollen cock. I rub myself against him, enjoying the glide and feel of my clit against him. He coaxed me, pulling my nipple into his mouth and biting down gently.

“That’s it. Good girl. Use my cock and get yourself off, baby. Come for me.” His words sent lighting bolts to my core, having me a throbbing panting mess in under a minute. I came again, this time so hard I thought I saw stars. Dorian lifted my hips again to line himself up with my entrance and sliding me down onto him with a growl. 

I felt Azriel’s fingers at my backside, gently pressing in one lubed finger, and then adding another, preparing me to take him and Dorian at the same time. Once he feels I’m properly worked up, he pushes into me with a groan I was certain could be heard down the street. 

The two of them fucked into me relentlessly, the feeling of them so full and so tight I couldn’t think straight. Ruhn rubbed the side of my face soothingly, allowing me to adjust to the feeling of Azriel and Dorian before pushing his cock back into my mouth, prompting me to suck him off. The four of us worked each other in tandem, the sounds filling the room utterly obscene, and only fueling my arousal. I felt Dorian and Azriel begin to twitch inside me, the two of them nearing climax at the same speed, which spurred mine onwards, gripping around them tighter as I groaned around Ruhn’s cock, the vibrations causing him to spill down my throat. 

We all slowly untangled from each other, collapsing in a messy pile trying to catch out breath. We were all so sweaty and exhausted. 

“So… same time next week?” We all laugh, nodding in agreeance.

[jeannineee]

Kinktober Day Three: Spanking

Dorian Havilliard x Reader

a/n: day three of kinktober!! Comment or message me if you’d like to be added to the tag list.

warnings: spanking, SMUT of course, edging, maybe slight dom/sub, Dorian’s invisible hands make a cameo

As Dorian’s palm connected to your ass, the sound of your whimpering was music to his ears.

You’d lost track of how long he’d kept you bent over his lap, but judging by the throbbing you felt on your backside, it had been quite some time.

Despite your whining, you knew Dorian was nowhere near finished.

“So wet for me,” he murmured, tracing a single finger over your panties, through your slit. “Just from me spanking you.”

You whimpered at the contact, shuddering as he slowly circled your clit. “Please,” you breathed, trying to grind against his hand.

“Shh. I know,” Dorian cooed, slapping your ass once again, before rubbing the skin soothingly. “Just let me play with you a bit longer.”

“Mmm, Dorian, please,” you mewled as he continued tracing his finger over your panties, never quite touching where you needed him most. “Please.”

Tears stung your eyes as he spanked you once more. The protest you had on the tip of your tongue turned into a choked moan as he pulled your panties aside, and inserted two fingers into your aching cunt.

Dorian pumped his fingers slowly, relishing in the way your walls squeezed around him, the way your moans grew needier. “Such a good girl,” he praised, curling his fingers against your sweet spot. “Always so good for me.”

Your walls fluttered around his fingers as he increased his pace, each movement bringing you closer to release.

“Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock,” Dorian said, running his free hand down your spine.

All you could do was moan in response. You were so close, just a few more seconds—

Your body jerked as Dorian suddenly withdrew his fingers, leaving you on the edge. He brought his fingers to his lips, tasting your arousal.

You tried sitting up, prepared to bark your protest, but Dorian’s invisible hands kept you in place. He slowly trailed a hand along the back of your thighs, as the other palmed your ass.

“I said I was going to play with you tonight,” Dorian murmured as his fingers slid into you for a second time. “Be a good girl for me and take it.”

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[autumnshighlady]

Our Girl

poly!Rowaelin x f!reader

summary: you’ve been fantasizing about Rowan and Aelin for weeks, praying they won’t catch onto your strange behaviour. Naturally, they do....

warnings: smut (18+), oral sex (m & f receiving), face sitting, choking, slight degradation, praise kink, threesome, slight voyeurism

word count: 6.9k

DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE

***disclaimer: I have not finished KoA, this fic does not really align with any canon plot but I do not care, it’s just some polyamorous Rowaelin smut because I felt like it, enjoy ;) Also this is my first ever attempt at writing smut, please go easy on me!

for @gothicbabydollz -🤠

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You were completely screwed.

Days had gone by as you travelled with Rowan, Aelin, Aedion, and Lysandra back to Terrasan. Sometimes the group engaged in light conversation, but much of the journey consisted of pleasant silence, everyone preferring to listen to the sounds of the wind in the trees and the waves of the river.

However, this also meant that in this silence you were left with your own thoughts, sinful ones that plagued their way into your dreams. They left you waking up with a thin layer of sweat across your brow, your mind fogged with lust. You tried to snap out of it as quickly as you could, even going so far as to splash water on yourself. Gods help you if any of the many heightened senses of smell amongst the group caught onto your arousal.

For nights on end, you dreamed about Rowan and Aelin, the Fae prince and the fire-breathing bitch queen taking you to their bed, letting their canines drag across your sensitive skin as they brought you release over and over again. You imagined over and over again what it would be like to have Rowan’s muscled form pressing into your body, to tangle your hands in Aelin’s golden locks and whisper her name on your lips so intimately. But these dreams did not just plague your mind at night. No, during these stretches of silence on the journey you found yourself shamefully revisiting the memories and sensations from the dreams, allowing yourself to get lost in the fantasy as you rode or walked in silence for hours.

You didn’t know Rowan or Aelin particularly well. You were a friend of Lysandra’s, and kept yourself at a distance from the powerhouse of a couple you travelled with. Sure, they were polite and you trusted them, but something about them intimidated you – and not just in a bad way. Occasionally, you felt their piercing gazes linger on you. If you met their stare they did not back down, a gleam in their eyes as if they were predators sizing up their prey. It sent a rush of heat to your core, and every time you prayed they wouldn’t scent it.

Naturally, this made the journey difficult. You cursed yourself for letting your mind wander to these places, places where you had no business being. Everyone and their dog knew of Rowan and Aelin’s love, their partnership that ran even deeper than that. A few nights ago you heard them sneak off into the night when everyone was supposed to be asleep, occasionally even hearing a soft moan or grunt in the distance that let you know exactly what they were doing. You even allowed your hands to drift into your own pants, but you felt ashamed soon after.

You were not sure if you could call it jealousy, per se. You were jealous of the golden haired queen who got to be with Rowan, but you were also jealous of Rowan. Oh the things you would give to take either of their places. But the issue was that not that you wanted to disturb their relationship and bring one of them to your side, but rather part of you wished you could join them, to be a part of that strong love they shared. To worship and be worshipped by them both.

By the gods, you were screwed.

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After another long day of travel, it was time to settle down for the night. After stuffing some bread and cheese in your mouths, settling the horses in and laying out the bedrolls, it was time to sleep. As you had been doing lately, you placed your bedrolls as far from Rowan and Aelin as possible. You didn’t mean to be rude, after all they had been good to you, but your cheeks burned at the possibility of dreaming about sharing their bed while they slept right next to you.

Despite the exhaustion, sleep would not come. You tossed and turned for about an hour, trying to think of every technique in the book to fall asleep. Finally, after all of them failed, you angrily tossed your covers off and stood up. Everyone else appeared to be asleep, so you quietly tiptoed around the tents and into the forest. Seating yourself on a soft patch of moss behind a tree in the distance, you sighed. Closing your eyes, you tried to drown out your thoughts.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” A familiar female voice purred from behind you.

You nearly jumped out of your skin, not hearing Aelin’s approach. You swore quietly, breath hitching as your heartbeat sped up, not entirely from the fright.

The golden haired queen chuckled lowly. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” She drawled. She emerged out of the corner of your eye, the light of the moon shining in those turquoise gold eyes you lost yourself in so many times. She wore only Rowan’s oversized shirt, and it took everything in you to not stare at the way the shirt ended halfway down her thigh, exposing her tan and muscular legs. 

“Sorry,” You murmured, adjusting your sitting position and staring at the moss on the ground. “I thought you were asleep.”

“As did I with you.” A playful challenge danced in her eyes, and before you registered what was happening, the assassin plunked down to your left - very very close.

Gods, please no, You pleaded. It was not that you were uncomfortable in the presence of this magnificent woman, but rather fear shook you that those shining eyes would take one look into yours and know every sinful thought that danced in your mind.

But it was too late for the gods to help you, as Aelin was now sitting shoulder to shoulder with you, leaning against the tree. Her arm grazed yours, leaving your skin feeling electrified. Her bare knee lazily knocked against your own – an innocent enough gesture, one of comfort, but it set your nerve endings aflame, as if the power of the queen next to you seeped into the deepest parts of your body. You had never been this close with her, this casual, you did not let yourself. The last thing you wanted was to get jealous and hurt, or worse, come between the two fae who were perfect for each other.

“Please don’t tell me you’re brooding or some shit,” Aelin groaned, closing her eyes and tilting her chin to the sky. The warm breeze sent her golden hair adrift, her sweet scent rushing into your nose. With her defined face lit up by the moon and her hair in the wind, she truly looked like a goddess. “I have enough gods-damned brooding males to deal with already. I don’t need the females doing it too.”

You snorted, fiddling with your hands. “I’m not brooding,” You said. “Just can’t sleep, that’s all.”

“Weird dreams?”

You froze, heart pounding. For a moment you stuttered before quickly closing your mouth. Shit. You prayed to every god that Aelin hadn’t noticed your pause. “No.” You said quickly.

Unsurprisingly, Aelin didn’t believe you for one second. “Liar.” She said firmly, in a haughty tone that sent fire through your veins and turned your core to liquid. You prayed once again that she wouldn’t scent it.

As if testing the waters, Aelin pressed her right leg into your left one, silky but firm muscle against your skin. Involuntarily your breath hitched, heart dropping as you saw the smirk that formed on the queen’s face at your reaction. You turned your head to the right, avoiding eye contact even though in your gut, you knew she had somehow figured you out. A strong hand gripped your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze.

Your eyes met her turquoise gold ones, and you let yourself gaze at her lips. An arrogant smirk came over them. “You wanna try that again?” She clucked her tongue, expecting an answer.

But you did not give in. You couldn’t – you knew deep down Aelin was not doing this to be cruel and humiliate you. Well, maybe a little bit, but not to hurt you personally. But you clung to what was left of the shreds of your dignity and raised your chin as much as you could within her iron tight grip. It made her chuckle.

“Oh, yes, you’ve got some fire in you after all.” Aelin chuckled darkly. She shifted her weight so she was sitting up on her right side, hitching her left leg through yours and pulling it to the side and spreading your legs ever so slightly.

And you let her, you let the Queen of Terrasan spread your legs, which were almost entirely bare thanks to the flimsy sleep shorts you donned. While her right hand gripped your chin still, her left one circled just above the inside of your knee, kneading into your skin.

You couldn’t breathe. Between the grip on your chin forcing you to meet Aelin’s gaze to the hand on your inner thigh, every sensible thought you should be having flew out the window. Any shred of hiding your interest in the golden haired woman was long gone, leaving you at her mercy.

“I see the way you’ve snuck glances at Rowan and me,” Aelin purred, eyes not once leaving yours. “Don’t even try to deny it. I’m honestly a little insulted you thought I wouldn’t notice. Surely you know I’m not an idiot, right?”

You nodded with what little motion you had. Denying the queen of answers would no longer go in your favour, you figured. She released the grip on your chin, only to move her hand to the back of your head, gripping a handful of your hair like you had dreamed about doing with hers.

“So when you wake up all flushed and flustered, my guess is that it’s because you’ve been having some lovely dreams about me.” Her voice was like honey coated steel, lips brushing against your ear and making their way down your throat. “And probably Rowan too, but mostly me, which I don’t blame you for.”

You chuckled briefly, feeling Aelin’s lips smirk against your skin as her suspicions were confirmed. Your common sense finally came back to you at the mention of the fae prince.

“But…but… Rowan–”  You whined as you felt her drag her canines up the column of your neck.

“Is quite enjoying the view.” Aelin interrupted, causing your eyes to shoot open. 

Fear coursed through your body as your eyes shot open. Indeed, the towering form of the fae prince hovered a few feet from your right. His green eyes glinted, that predatory gaze that sent enemies to their knees scanning the scene before him. You tried to scramble away, but Aelin’s grip on your hair and thigh was too strong. Fae males were territorial bastards on a good day, so you sitting here with Rowan’s carranam entwined like lovers…

He chuckled darkly, removing his hands from his pockets. “Such a pretty little thing you’ve got there, Fireheart.” His velvety voice dripped in lust, and you practically throbbed at the tone. He stepped forward, silver hair shining under the light of the moon. That tattoo on his face blended in with the shadows, an utterly terrifying yet arousing site.

“I like her, Rowan,” Aelin said, squeezing your thigh harder and causing you to whimper. “Can we keep her?”

Instead of bracing yourself for whatever humiliating response you expected Rowan to give, you blurted out apologies. “I’m sorry,” You stammered. “I swear I’m not trying to get between you two, I just–”

Your words were cut off sharply as Rowan’s massive hand wrapped around your throat, silencing you with a gentle but firm squeeze. “Oh please,” He murmured, bending down to squat next to you as he brought his lips to your ear. “We’ve been wanting this just as long as you, sweetheart.”

Your brows furrowed, causing the prince to chuckle. Aelin continued her circles on your inner thigh, slowly inching it further and further up as her lips alternated between your shoulder and ear. “I’m surprised you didn’t get the hint earlier, little dove,” She quipped as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “We tried to get you closer to us, but you pulled away. Did you honestly think Rowan just forgot to put up a magical shield to block out our sounds when we slipped away a few nights ago? We knew you could hear us, I’m disappointed you didn’t join.”

Head reeling, both from the shock of Aelin’s information that they deliberately fucked close enough for you to hear, and from Rowan’s pressure on your throat, you stuttered. “I–”

“We could smell you,” Rowan growled. “We could smell how aroused you were, hear those fingers delve into that wet pussy of yours. Do you know how hard it was to not storm over and take you against the bedroll right then and there?”

Finally, the grip on your neck was released. The stars in the sky swam in your vision as you inhaled a much needed gulp of air. Part of you wondered if this was another one of your dreams, but it felt too real. The world melted away as the large hand that had previously held your neck took up residence on your inner thigh across from Aelin’s. While the blonde’s touches were firm but teasing, Rowan’s got straight to the point, clenching your thigh mere inches away from your core and prying your legs open further. Even through the fabric of your shorts, you could feel the iciness of his touch.

“I bet she’s wet right now,” Aelin breathed. Before your thoughts could even form a mental response, her left hand snapped from your leg to the centre between your legs, cupping you firmly with a possessiveness that turned you on even more.

You bit down on your lip, restraint slipping. It would be so easy to let yourself go, to allow the price and the queen to have you any way they wanted. At this point, you did not know why you bothered to attempt to maintain control – you knew what was about to happen, and it sent butterflies into your stomach.

“As usual, I was right.” Aelin’s smirk was triumphant, eyes dancing victoriously as she noticed your pathetic attempt at restraining yourself. “Look at her, Rowan, she’s still holding back, isn’t she?”

Rowan’s lips kissed your ear, murmuring his agreement as his breath sent chills down your spine.

“We can’t have that now, can we?” Aelin chided teasingly. “We know exactly what you want, princess, let us give it to you. Will you let us take care of you”

Even if you wanted to respond right away, you couldn’t. Every part of your body screamed yes yes yes, but Aelin’s hand still covered your core, applying just enough pressure to set your blood on fire but not enough to relieve the throbbing that plagued your centre. You could barely breathe, barely think between Aelin’s hands in your hair and between your legs while Rowan gripped your thigh and breathed down your neck. Your eyes closed, you were going to explode–

A sharp nip to your ear snapped you out of your trance, and your eyes shot open once more.

“Your queen asked you a question.” Rowan growled, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.

“I don’t particularly enjoy repeating myself,” Aelin sighed mockingly. Ever so slightly, her middle finger stroked a feather-light line a few centimetres up your covered core, making you see stars. “But I’m feeling generous tonight, so let me ask you again. Will you let us take care of you, hm? Will you let us make you ours?”

“Yes,” You practically sobbed, the words shooting out from your lips before Aelin even finished her sentence. “Gods yes, please…”

Aelin looked like a cat that just ate the canary. Satisfied, she grinned triumphantly and removed her hand from between your legs. Before you could protest at the loss of contact, that hand came to your cheek and cupped your face as she brought her lips to yours.

Holy gods, Aelin Galathynius was kissing you.

Her lips were soft as rose petals, dancing against your own as the grip in her hair loosened, moving to rest upon your other cheek instead. Her scent of jasmine, lemon, and embers was intoxicating, as if it were a drug getting you high, and you loved it. Aelin’s blonde hair gently tickled your face in the breeze like silk, and her thumb ever so slightly stroked your cheek. You were pretty sure you were in heaven – you had imagined countless nights what it would be like to kiss the Queen of Terassen, to have those smirking lips pressed against your own.

She kissed you with a fire no less than what you would have expected from her. There was passion behind it, making your head reel as you lost yourself in the sensation. Needing to do something with your hands, you gently placed them on her waist as best you could given the position, Aelin still sitting to your left and slightly in front of you.

Rowan, who you had almost forgotten was there, hummed in approval. It was more of a low growl, turning you on even more. As Aelin continued to kiss you, Rowan’s hands roamed to the laces at the front of your v-neck nightshirt. He began undoing them, his fingertips brushing your skin teasingly as you felt the night air cool your newly exposed skin.

After unlacing the shirt, the fae prince kneeled and moved his hands to your shoulders, grabbing the edges of the nightshirt and slowly pulling them down your shoulders. His lips trailed along the newly exposed skin, canines scraping ever so slightly as he kissed and sucked.

You moaned into Aelin’s mouth, eliciting a satisfied growl from the queen. She kissed you harder, tongue ever so slightly tracing along the edges of your lips. You felt the nightshirt pool around your elbows, leaving your bare chest exposed to the night air. Before you could make an effort to pull your arms out from the sleeves, Rowan’s large hands gripped the front of the fabric and pulled, effortlessly ripping it to shreds.

Briefly, you wondered how you would explain to the others the absence of your nightshirt when you woke up. But that thought was pushed aside as you felt Rowan’s hand grasp your right breast with an assertiveness that you knew only fae males possessed. You gasped at the sensation as he began kneading the soft flesh of your chest.

Aelin’s mouth left yours and you whined. She chuckled, moving her lips to the hollow of your throat and sucked, which you knew would leave a purple mark the next day. Not that you cared, hell you’d wear it proudly – let everyone know the Queen of Terassen had marked you as hers that night.

Towering above you, Rowan gripped your hair with his free hand and pulled, forcing your head back and to the side to look at him. That usually stone cold face was blown with lust, the green of his eyes barely visible with his full blown pupils. With the starlight framing his face he looked every bit as ethereal and godlike as Aelin, the moon to her fiery sun.

However, you didn’t have time to savour his beautiful face looking down at you with nothing but sinful intentions, as he bent down to kiss you. His lips collided with yours, and you swear the world around you exploded. While Aelin’s kiss was soft and passionate, Rowan’s was rough and commanding. Teeth nearly clashing, his tongue found the inside of your mouth within seconds. You did not even think of trying to fight against his sheer dominance, especially when you saw stars as his teeth tugged your lip. 

Needless to say you were a whimpering mess. Between the silver haired prince’s tongue in your mouth and his hand groping your right breast and the blonde queen’s mouth planting possessive kisses and bites across your neck and chest, you were at the mercy of these two powerful beings.

And you loved it.

Aelin’s sinful mouth moved to your left breast, wrapping her lips around your nipple and letting her canines scrape the soft skin and had your toes curling. If your mouth wasn't preoccupied, you would have cried out.

She massaged your thigh again, hand roaming everywhere except where you needed it most. Perhaps involuntarily, your hips bucked, desperate to relieve the throbbing need at your core.

Rowan’s lips instantly disconnected with yours, growling as he roughly tugged your hair. “Don’t whine, princess.” He snarled. “You will take what we give you.”

“So needy,” Aelin crooned mockingly. “And so desperate. You avoid us for days, then demand more from us? After you already had an opportunity to join us in bed? Tsk tsk.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You hated begging, hated sounding weak to anyone no matter the circumstance. You were humiliated, but a sick part of you loved it – loved being teased and taunted by the powerful creatures whose hands which had taken so many lives and butchered countless people caressed the most intimate parts of your body.

“Please, fuck…” You begged, not caring how pathetic it sounded. “Please…”

“Please what?” Aelin taunted, drawing circles on your inner thigh.

Gods, they were actually going to make you say it, weren’t they? 

“Please touch me,” You nearly wept. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

From the heated glance Rowan and Aelin exchanged, you instantly knew uttering that last part may have been a mistake. Or a blessing, who knows.

“Good girl.” Rowan purred into your ear. 

The words poured over you like warm honey, wetness pooling between your legs at his words. Naturally, the increased intensity of your scent was not lost to both of them.

“Oh she liked that,” Aelin chuckled. “Isn’t that right, princess? Are you gonna be our good girl?”

“Yes!” You breathed, nodding with a fervour that was borderline shameful. But you didn’t give a shit, not as you were so close to getting what you dreamed of night after night.

“That’s all we needed to hear.” With that, Aelin’s hand tugged your flimsy shorts. You lifted your hips as she pulled them down your legs along with your underwear, tossing them to the side, likely into some bush.

You were now completely naked before them. Both fae paused and allowed their hungry gazes to roam your body. Your skin gleamed in the moonlight, legs spread as Aelin sat on her knees between them, looking ready to devour you whole.

“Just like we imagined, huh Fireheart?” Rowan mused to his lover.

Before you could ask what the fuck they meant, Aelin’s skilled fingers swept a line up your centre through the wetness pooling there, gathering it in her fingers before removing her hand promptly. You cried out, legs twitching. You stared, wide-eyed as the blonde brought her fingers to her mouth, licked them once, and moaned.

“She tastes so good, Rowan.” Aelin breathed. She leaned towards him and held out her fingers, to which the silver haired prince grabbed her hand and proceeded to wrap his lips around them and suck.

It was a sight that would have brought you to your knees, if you were standing. The Queen of Terassen and her lover moaning at your taste was something you thought would only happen in your dreams. Before you could say anything, Aelin stood up and skipped away into the bushes. You felt strong arms wrap around your back and under your knees, lifting your naked body up as if you weighed nothing at all. Carrying you, Rowan followed Aelin into a small clearing some distance away. It was by a small creek, with a large patch of soft, mossy ground next to it. The trees surrounded most of it like a wall, shielding the three of you from the rest of the world.

With a surprising tenderness, Rowan laid you down on the moss gently, planting a kiss to your lips. However, the kiss was short lived – Aelin, who had discarded her shirt somewhere along the way, practically shoved him out of the way as she scrambled over top of you. Her knee pressed against your core, rocking slightly and sending waves of pleasure shooting through your body. She resumed her attack on your neck and chest from earlier, and you knew that you would don multiple bruises and marks from the fiery queen.

Rowan did not seem to mind being sidelined for a moment. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed he used this time to remove his own shirt. Smirking, he caught your gaze as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his perfectly sculpted torso. 

Mouth watering, you made eye contact as he placed his hand over the bulge in his shorts and palmed himself. In that moment you were thankful you did not have fire powers like Aelin, or else you were sure you would have set the clearing aflame from that wonderful sight.

Your attention was soon turned back to Aelin as her kisses moved down to your stomach, then to your hips. You bucked your hips, earning a firm bite from her. Defeated and relinquished of all control, you relaxed further into her touch and tried not to squirm as her lips ghosted your inner thigh a hairline away from your core.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” Aelin murmured before leaning down and diving between your legs.

Oh Gods, she feasted on you.

This time, you really did scream as her tongue swept through your folds, stroking patterns along your most sensitive areas as her lips and teeth wasted no time in sucking your clit.

Unable to restrain yourself any longer, your hand latched into her hair, entwining with the golden locks with a death grip as you panted. Luckily, Aelin did not seem to mind – in fact, the growl she let out indicated her approval. As she slipped a finger easily inside your hole while feasted on you, your head tilted up towards the stars and you allowed yourself to moan freely.

This was better than any of your dreams by far.

Rowan’s patience finally slipped, as he removed his pants but left his undershorts on and sat down behind you. He sat you up, Aelin’s free hand keeping your hips still as you were propped up. You felt Rowan’s muscular chest against your back, his scent of pine and snow filling your senses as his lips met your ear.

“Do you like that, princess?” He murmured. “Do you enjoy having your queen between those pretty legs of yours?”

“Yes,” You breathed. “I’ve…. fuck…. I’ve dreamed about it for so many nights…”

Pleased with your response, Rowan’s hands cupped your breasts. His fingers pinched and twisted your nipples, a delicious sensation of slight pain to contrast with the overwhelming pleasure at your core.

“We heard you play with yourself that night we slipped out,” He growled, canines abusing your neck. “Wondered if it was my fingers you were imagining your own to be, or Aelin’s. It was easy to figure out that you didn’t just want one of us, but both. Our perfect little slut, so eager, practically begging to be fucked.”

You whimpered helplessly, Rowan’s words heating your very blood. Your attempts at subtlety the past while had failed, and deep down you had known it. 

“I practically had to hold Aelin back that night to stop her from storming over there and ripping your clothes off,” Rowan continued. It was the most you had ever heard him speak to anyone besides Aelin –  never had you imagined it would be these words coming out of his mouth when he spoke to you. “Not that I was much better. You know what you did to me that night, don’t you? You can fucking feel it right now, princess?”

With those words, Rowan pressed his hips into your back, letting you feel the sizeable, solid bulge straining against his undergarments. You moaned, pride filling you knowing that you had done that to him, the feared fae prince who brought enemies to their knees. Gods knew you wouldn’t mind being on your knees before him.

“That’s right,” Rowan whispered. “Feel how hard you make me. That pretty mouth has been so quiet lately, I can’t wait to put it to use. Can’t wait to see you choking on my cock.”

The tight coil you had been feeling build up for the past few minutes increased at his words, and that familiar feeling of release crept up.

“I’m so close,” You murmured, giving the fae a warning – you suspected they were the type to make you ask for your release.

Rowan chuckled, as if they already could tell by your body language and scent, which they probably could. Aelin doubled her efforts, two curled fingers thrusting in and out of you while her lips and teeth were firmly attached to your clit.

Minutes later, the tension snapped and your release barrelled through you. Crying out Aelin’s name as your legs shook, Rowan bit down on the junction between your neck and shoulder, canines sinking into your skid and adding to the overwhelming sensation.

Aelin kept her head between your legs, coaxing you through your orgasm as tears pricked your eyes. You had never had a release that intense, and somehow they both knew it.

Before you knew what was happening, Aelin and Rowan flipped you around so you were on your hands and knees. Panting, you didn’t have time to protest before Aelin gripped handfuls of your ass and delved back in with her mouth. You couldn’t tell if you let out a scream or a sob. You were so sensitive, core throbbing as the queen mercilessly continued her attack on it, twice as vigorously as before. Tears now flowed down your cheeks, and you tried to wriggle away but her grip was too strong.

Rowan looked down at you, and for a moment concern took over his face and his eyes seemed to say, are you sure this is okay?

Yes, please don’t stop, you mentally said, appreciating the fact he made sure you were okay to continue despite your attempts to wriggle away from Aelin’s mouth.

That predatory lust came back over his features and he stood up. Maintaining eye contact, Rowan pulled down his undershorts revealing his already hard, impressive length.

Your mouth watered, and arrogance shone in his eyes as your jaw slackened. You whined again as Aelin crooked her fingers inside of you, a sound that made Rowan’s cock twitch.

He knelt down in front of you, striking his length a few times before bringing it to your lips. 

“Let’s see what your pretty mouth can do, princess.” Rowan growled before pushing the tip past your lips.

You gladly opened your jaw wide, taking in as much of him as you could. He was so big, you knew it would take a bit of time before you could take him all the way. Your tongue stroked the underside of his cock and you sucked, and the prince let out a groan.

Gods help me, you thought. The noise Rowan let out sent a rush of pleasure through your body so strongly you were unable to think. The composed fae prince, moaning as you took him in your mouth was a scenario you had only dreamed of. It was animalistic, deep in that way you always loved his voice to be.

Determined, you forced your jaw to relax further, bobbing your head up and down. Sensing your eagerness, Rowan gathered your hair in one hand and thrust his hips. You gagged slightly, choking at the rough intrusion in your throat but relished the sensation. As Aelin continued to drive your pussy into a frenzy of pleasure, Rowan picked up a pace as he thrust into your mouth.

A few minutes passed as you got comfortable with the pace. Taking as deep a breath as you could manage, you leaned forward and took all of him in your mouth, sucking as best you could. Tears streamed down your face from the effort as you choked, happily giving him the image he had described earlier. Feeling brave, you looked up at him through your eyelashes, keeping him deep in your mouth. The sight nearly had you released on the spot.

Rowan was panting, that muscular chest rising up and down as his grip in your hair tightened almost painfully. He was looking down at you as you stared up at him for approval. His face was flushed slightly, a hint of his slipping restraint. You pulled off of him for a few seconds to get some air, but went right back down onto his length.

The prince tipped his head back and growled a moan to the sky, calling out your name. The sound of your name on his lips had that familiar coil tightening again as you approached your release. You tried to hold it off as best you could, but Aelin undoubtedly noticed and gave you no mercy as she once again doubled her efforts.

Your moan sent a wave of pleasure through Rowan, who continued to thrust into your mouth. However, your focus began to waver a few minutes later as your release approached fast. Rowan didn’t seem to mind, apparently focusing his efforts on holding off his own release to your dismay.

Your second orgasm crashed through you like a wave. Instead of pulling away, Rowan held your head firmly so your mouth was still around him, muffling your sobs of pleasure. Only when you came down from your high did Rowan allow you to release his cock.

Unable to hold yourself up any longer, you slumped to the ground as Aelin stood up, satisfied with her work. Your closing eyes snapped open as Aelin sauntered over to Rowan, your juices gleaming on her face. Without hesitation, she pulled Rowan in for a kiss.

You gaped at the couple as Rowan tasted you on Aelin’s lips. He groaned, wrapping his arms around her and bringing her in close to him. Their embrace was a beautiful sight – both naked and bathed in moonlight, their scars and tattoos shone amidst their toned muscles. Gold and silver hair contrasted with a divine beauty that would make the gods envious, making them truly look like a queen and a king. 

They stood there, hands roaming each other’s bodies until you whined, desperate to be near them again. They broke apart, Aelin laughing darkly.

“Look at her, we take our attention away from her for one minute and she’s whining like a desperate whore.” She said, coming to kneel next to your crumpled body. She stroked a hand through your hair, wiping it from your face.

“Our needy girl,” Rowan agreed, coming to kneel between your legs. He stroked a hand down your spine. “Is she ready for more, do you think?”

Before you could answer, Aelin cut in with a sugary sweet tone. “No, I think she’s done for the night. Looks like we tired her out early. Are you finished, little dove?”

Panic swept through you as you shook your head as vehemently as you could muster. It was too soon to be done, you wanted to stay here just a bit longer…

“Still begging for more, I see.” Rowan growled, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your back so you were laying down on it. “Looks like we’ll have to give our princess what she wants.”

Keeping his hands on your hips, Rowan pressed the tip of his cock into you and pushed forward. The stretch of it burned, as you had never taken a male this large before, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Look at me.” Rowan commanded, slapping your thigh to get you to open your eyes again.

As he inched forward, slowly to try and make it less painful, those green eyes pierced yours. You maintained eye contact as he withdrew, then pushed in again – farther this time. Aelin was peppering kisses to your face holding in her hands and murmuring praises. After a minute you relaxed enough, and Rowan’s self control snapped and he finally thrust in fully.

Your eyes rolled back into your head at the sensation. You felt so full, the stars ahead whirling as Rowan’s cock pushed against that one spot. You glanced up at Aelin, searching for any sign of discomfort or jealousy in her eyes at her lover being inside another woman, but you found none. Her turquoise gold gaze was filled with lust, finally washing away any fears you had about getting in between them.

Hearing your moaning, Rowan picked up his pace, the grip on your hips sure to leave bruises the next day.  

“As much as I love hearing those noises from you,” Aelin cooed. “I think it’s time to return the favour.”

You nodded quickly, causing her to chuckle before she swung a leg over your face and planted her knees on either side. She lowered her glistening cunt towards your face, but it was too slow for your liking. Already sick of her hovering, you grabbed her hips and planted her firmly on your face.

The Queen of Terassen moaned loudly, surprised at the action. You were filled with pride as you gladly opened your mouth to taste her. Eagerly, you swept your tongue through her folds, then inside of her, and you moaned. She tasted heavenly, even better than you had imagined.

As Rowan began pounding into you with a relentless force, you cried out. This apparently appeased Aelin, who cried out as the vibrations from your noise travelled into her. She rocked her hips on your face, gripping your hair with both of your hands.

You were in heaven. The Queen of Terassen sat on your face as if it were her own personal throne, moaning your name like a battlecry while your body shook at the force of which Rowan thrust into you. He lifted your hips slightly and changed his angle, satisfied when you practically screamed under Aelin as his cock found that one spot that made you see stars. You looked up at her, admiring the view as her perky breasts rose and fell with her breathing, golden hair spilled around her frame like a veil. You reached up to grab them with one of your hands, kneading them like Rowan had with your own.

As you felt yourself getting close for the third time that night, Aelin released one hand from your hair and leaned back to rub your clit. The world began spinning as you shot towards your orgasm faster than ever before. It hit the hardest this time, your nails surely leaving dents in Aelin’s hips and breasts as you screamed their names into Aelin’s cunt. Her orgasm followed moments later as she cried out with your tongue inside of her, your hair in a death grip as her juices gushed into your mouth and onto your face, which you happily lapped up.

Rowan’s hips jerked a few more times and he let out a roar that likely sent the birds into the sky, shaking the earth as his release barrelled into your trembling body. The three of you remained in your positions as you rode out your highs, panting and groaning. After a few minutes, Aelin climbed off your face and laid down beside you. To your surprise, she entwined her fingers with yours, smiling softly.

“My girl.” She said quietly.

“Our girl.” Rowan added. He leaned forward and covered your shaking frame in his muscular one. He licked your face, lapping up Aelin’s taste before kissing you and slipping his tongue inside your mouth. Aelin squeezed your hand as you kissed him back before he laid down on your other side.

The three of you laid there in the clearing for a while, gazing up at the stars. Now that you had stopped panting, your brain was coherent enough to form words.

“I’m sorry I was rude and avoided you,” You said quietly, and both heads turned towards you. “I saw you two were so happy together and I felt so ashamed of myself. I didn’t want to come between you, but I couldn’t just be close to either of you and pretend I didn’t feel the way I did. I was so scared about what would happen if either of you found out about how I felt, so it was easier to stay away.”

Rowan slipped his hand through yours, stroking it with his thumb. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” He murmured.

“Don’t feel ashamed,” Aelin said, stroking your cheek with her free hand and bumping your knee with her own. “It took us a while to figure out that we both were interested in you. We still love each other, but why not have even more love if we can?”

You smiled, grateful that they understood your feelings. You did not wish to take one of them away from the other, you wanted them both. 

“Exactly,” Rowan added. “Love does not have to be bound between two souls only. If there is room and wish for more from all parties involved, why not take it?”

Heart full, you let the weight of your worries from the past few weeks wash away. You were their girl.

Forever and always.

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[thequeenofnightmares]

Dorian’s fingers drifted across her shoulder, then her collarbone. Her skin pebbled against the touch, her heart suddenly thundering so violently that she felt it in her ears.

He certainly wasn’t her first mortal lover. Plenty of men and women had lusted for her over her long, immortal lifetime. She’d been bloodthirsty enough to relish it once, to allow them into her bed to worship her beauty before she tore them apart with her iron nails.

But she realized now, as she met Dorian’s gaze, that she’d never really been seen by any lover before him. Had never been cherished in the way Dorian seemed to cherish every touch, every glance she’d spare him.

She realized she liked it.

She realized that while there had been many before him, there would be none after.

And she was no longer afraid of it.

Chapters 5 & 6 of my SJM multiverse fanfic are up on AO3!