#poly!relationship

The only thing better than being in a brand new relationship where the other person can’t stop obsessing over you is being in one where two people can’t.

It still felt a little surreal to you at times. The texts in the middle of the day to check in, small gifts they would pickup just because it reminded them of you, the way you had never felt the amount of pleasure you did when the three of you were intimate.

One night, you found yourself back at their apartment which was becoming a frequent occurrence. You were in the shower, relaxing under the hot stream as your body began to unwind.

You barely even noticed the sound of the curtain being pulled back until a familiar voice teased behind you.

“Room for one more?” Lois asks before slipping in without waiting for your answer. Her hands began to slip over your wet skin like she had every right to be near you, which at this point, she did. You squirmed slightly at the way her soft fingers slid against your sides, almost tickling you, before they cup your tits. You let out a small squeal as she pinches your nipples.

“Lois,” you whine, pressing into her with a smile.

The sound of both of your giggles carried down the hall, of course. Clark heard it from the living room as it was all the invitation he needed. The curtain shifted once more a few moments later as his tall frame squeezed into the already cramped shower.

“Clark!” Lois groaned, a half laugh escaping her. “You’re blocking the water.”

“Sorry,” he grinned, leaning down to place a kiss on her shoulder.

Between Lois’ playful complaints, your laughter, and the way Clark was growing more comfortable in the relationship that was blooming, the small shower was filled with a warmth that had little to do with the steam from the water. It was messy and crowded but you couldn’t remember another time you felt as loved as you did now.

The next day, the three of you are quietly sitting in the living room. You are working on some homework with your pen between your teeth, Lois is scrolling on her phone, and Clark sits at the table adding some pieces to an article that he was working on.

Suddenly, Lois gasps at her phone as she shoots off the couch and slips through the door. You lift your head as you watch her leave without saying a word before turning to Clark. He doesn’t even seem phased, so you go back to your homework.

Moments later, Lois returns to the apartment bouncing up and down in excitement.

“Look what came,” she sings as Clark’s eyes glance up to her. His heart rate picks up as he realizes what it is.

You swallow, setting down your book as you remember a few nights ago when Lois happily scrolled through Amazon to find a strap on.

Lois is currently criss crossed on the floor, ripping at the box’s tape before pulling out the strap wrapped in plastic. Her eyes light up like it was Christmas morning as she holds it up. Your stomach does a flip, already feeling the desire building inside you at the sight of it.

“Wow,” is all you can get out.

She glances up to both of you, raising an eyebrow.

“Well? Aren’t you excited to use it?” she asks.

You just bite your inner lip as Clark seems to be pulled from his imaginative gaze. “Oh! Y-yeah. I definitely am,” he stutters after blinking. His voice was just a little higher than normal as the tip of his ears turn pink.

Lois smirked knowingly, but before she could tease him he was already up and moving. He comes over to the couch, scooping you up into his arms as you wrap your legs around his waist.

He begins to make his way to the bedroom as he glances down to your face, giving you a soft smile.

“You’re such a good girl,” he whispers against your head before giving you a kiss. The contrast between his calmness and Lois’ boldness is something you would always love. Lois trailed behind the both of you as she was already going through the contents of the box.

Clark lays you gently across the bed. He leans over to you to press a long, tender kiss against your lips. His lips were soft and warm like they always were.

Lois tapped his shoulder as she held the small paper of instruction in her hand, her eyes scanning it.

“Get up, lover boy. You have to help me learn how to put this on,” she tells him, her gleaming eyes not leaving the page she was scanning.

You lay on the bed as you grin, watching the two of them bicker about the toy. It was nice being able to laugh about such an awkward situation, especially as the nerves of something new happening built inside you.

“Clark,” Lois hisses as he pulls at a band around her hip too tightly, causing it to pinch her skin.

“I’m sorry, honey,” he grins as his thumb rubs her soft hip bone. You watch as he goes back to the directions, his brow furrowing slightly at the words. He looks adorable focusing this hard, especially over something like this.

You let out a small laugh before sighing. “I feel like I should be doing something?” You tell them.

They both look up from the directions before grinning. Both lean down to hover over the sides of you.

“Besides lying there and looking beautiful? Nothing,” Clark smiles before kissing your neck right under your ear. Lois places several playful kisses against your jaw.

“We just love you so much,” she says against your skin.

They mess with the directions for a few more moments before Lois huffs and tosses it onto the nightstand. “Okay, you know what? It shouldn’t be this complicated. Trial and error. We’ll just figure it out as we go.”

Clark lets out an amused sound under his breath, still fiddling with one of the straps before stopping. “Somehow that doesn’t surprise me coming from you.”

She grins before leaning down and falling on top of you. Her lips steal yours into a desperate kiss as you feel her hands begin to slip up your shirt. The weight of her body against yours is familiar but another shock wave of excitement runs through you as you realize it was happening.

Clark joins her shortly after, gently kissing your shoulder as his hand caresses your hip. Lois removes her lips as they attach against your neck, nipping at your skin. She begins to remove your top, revealing your bare chest under the tshirt you had “borrowed” from Clark.

Her eyes immediately move to your tits as she gently attached her lips to kiss them. “So beautiful.”

You can’t even yelp as she gently takes one of your nipples between her teeth because Clark had attached his lips to yours.

They eventually strip the rest of your clothing off, leaving you a naked mess under them as your nerves buzz.

Lois’ fingers lace with yours against the sheets, giving them a soft squeeze.

“Hey,” she says softly against the skin of your cheek before kissing it. “If anything gets too much, tell us. This is supposed to be fun for you.”

You let out a shaky sigh, your core already aching as you look at her.

“P-please. I need you, Lois,” you plead softly.

She smiles before giving you another kiss against your lips. Clark’s warm hand continues to stroke against your hip as he kisses the side of your neck.

Lois releases one of her hands from yours as a thin fingers slips past your folds. You gasp softly into the kiss as she swallows it, her finger pressing to your clit as the state of you already wet sends a shiver down her spine.

“You’re already soaked, baby” she moans against your lips. Clark’s cock has already been hard for a few minutes, but it twitches at the sound of Lois’ words.

Her thumb continues to press into your clit before removing it, leaving you to let out a breath as she removes her lips from yours too.

Lois decides to flip you over to try doggy. She guides you gently on your hands and knees, her hands gently brushing against your thighs in soothing strokes.

Clark is tempted to take out his cock, just to relieve the severe ache as he watches the two women he loves fuck but he decides against it.

“God, you’re gorgeous like this,” Lois tells you quietly, her voice thick with admiration. Her voice trembles with faint excitement as her hands stroke your ass and hips.

You can feel yourself practically glistening with your ass in the air, letting out a shaky breath as desperation begins to pound through you.

“Please fuck me,” you beg. Lois positions herself behind you as her hands move to firmly grip your hips.

When the first inch of silicone plunges into you, your breathing catches. Lois watches every moment as she inches her hips forward, the toy slipping inside of you more and more. It feels different than Clark of course, maybe more artificial, but it is still enough to make your body jolt with sensation.

At the first sound of your shaky cry, Clark’s large frame is folding down in front of you instantly. His lips capture yours as he swallows the cry from your throat. His kiss is so deep and gentle it almost makes you forget the dildo stretching you out.

“Baby,” Lois breathes, her hips now pressed right against your ass as the pressure from the base of the toy presses into her core. “I- I can feel how tightly you are gripping it.”

Lois begins to get the hang of it as her hips find a slightly shaky rhythm. The way you are falling into Clark and moaning against his lips tells her she is doing a good job.

“You’re such a good girl for us,” he whispers against your lips.

Lois steadies her pace, her grip on your hips firm as she thrusts with growing confidence. Her breath quickens each time she presses forward, the base pressing deliciously into her, but her focus never wavers too far from you.

Meanwhile, you feel yourself falling apart as the toy kisses your cervix with each thrust. Your lips are parted every time Clark moves to focus on kissing something else. You feel like you were quite literally getting your brains fucked out.

“God, look at you,” Lois murmurs, her voice trembling in awe. “Taking me so perfectly… like you were made for us.”

Your body trembles, forehead pressing to Clark’s broad shoulder as he kisses you again and again.

“You’re incredible,” Clark whispers, his voice soft and husky into your ear. “So beautiful when you fall apart for us.”

The combination of Lois’ hips rocking into you and Clark’s mouth worshipping yours almost sends you over the edge in that moment. Each sound you make is swallowed by Clark’s mouth.

Lois leans forward, her hands still gripping your hips. “You’re close, aren’t you?” she whispers. “Don’t hold back. Let go for us, sweet girl.”

Clark’s forehead presses to yours as he kisses the side of your mouth. “That’s it. You’re perfect. Cum for us.”

And when the peak hits, your whole body trembles violently in their arms. You cum all over the toy as you pulse around it. You gasp as your thighs shake. Clark kisses the cries from your lips as Lois groans behind you. She clutches your hips tightly as she rides out your release with you.

Lois pulls out of you as her chest heaves. Your juices have made a mess of the toy as you find yourself falling onto Clark.

Clark cradles you to him, kissing your temple in the way that showed how precious you were to him. “That was so beautiful sweetheart. You are so beautiful,” he murmurs, his chest rumbling against your ear.

Lois undoes the strap as she collapses next to the both of you, her breathing slightly heavy. Clark wraps his arm around her too, pulling her into this side. Lois leans forward to press a kiss against your temple before sighing and resting against Clark’s shoulder.

notes: I love them!!!! I want them!!!!!

“oh, just two gin and tonic’s, and i’m definitely sober if that is what you’re asking.” max nods, smile on his face as he retrieves a make-up remover from your vanity. “and it was such a fun night!” you clap your hands, ranting about how one of your friends kept flirting with the bartender even when he said he was gay and definitely not interested.

“and what about you?” charles asks, playing with a strand of your hair. “did someone try to make a move with you?”

“as if someone would dare to try something.” that earns you a disapproving glare from your blonde-haired boyfriend. “everyone in monaco knows who i belong to.” you touch the tip of max’s nose with the pad of your finger. “only you two.”

max climbs on the bed next to charles, and the latter wraps his free arm, the one not on your waist, around max shoulders, hugging him tightly against his side.

you let max wipe the make-up off your face as they listen to you describe everything that happened that night, even the moment a group of girls approached you to say how jealous they were that you are dating two of the most hot and talented (you added that, they didn’t actually say it but you like to point it out every time you can) drivers on the grid.

the elevator ride to your apartment can't be fast enough, max thinks that if he has to spend another minute without knowing what happens he will most definitely go crazy.

the blonde-haired boy slams his fist against your door, anxiety and anger building inside of him. charles has to put his hand on his shoulder to try and ground him.

you open the door wrapped in a very cosy blanket, surprised to find them there. "hi?" you say, at a loss for words. you've missed them, you'd be lying if you say that having them in front of you, even if max looks angry and charles a little sad, it's not what you've been dreaming about.

"hi, sweetheart." charles gives you his signature smile, with dimples on display and everything. "can we come inside?" he asks, but max is already pushing the door open and making his way into your home.

"i can't to his anymore," it's the first thing max says, hands on hips and a frustrated expression on his face. "what is happening? i need an answer now. we need answers. you've kept us in the dark long enough."

charles knows max is hurting and trying very hard not to take it out on you, even if you're the who caused this, so, he takes a step forward.

"we've missed you, right?" the monégasque raises his eyebrows, throwing daggers at him. max sighs, shoulders dropping slightly. "we just need to know why are you ignoring us. and if after that you don't want to see us again, then... we will not force you."

that's exactly what you don't want to do and why you distanced yourself in the first place. you promise yourself you were not going to tell them the reason.

you close the door while wrapping the blanket tighter around your shoulders, as if that is going to magically make you disappear.

"i—um, it's not..." you avoid making eye contact, fearing that if you do your walls will crumb and you'll let your true feelings rise to the surface. you're in great danger already.

max makes a noncommittal grunt and mutters something under his breath.

you sigh, putting on a brave face. "i just been busy. finals are around the corner and i've been distracted," you raise your eyes to, finally, look at them and charles heart skips a beat, even if he catches your gaze for just a second.

"bullshit," max hisses through his teeth, seeing right through you. why did you thought you'd succeed in lying to them? "did we do something to upset you?"

"no! no, you didn't to anything wrong." you rub your hands over your face, exasperated.

"then why are you doing this?" charles really doesn't understand because you aren't making any sense. "we thought everything was fine.”

max inhales softly, counting to ten in his head. "i even asked lando if he knew something and he said it was not his secret to tell, so, we know something is happening."

"i can't be your friend anymore!" you feel tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

"what?" both say at the same time, but you don't have the heart to look at their faces.

max runs his hands through his hair, it's a little too long again and you'd volunteer to cut it if it weren't for what's happening right now.

charles paces around the living room, alternating between looking at you and then at his feet.

"it's not that big of a deal," you shrug, walking past them into the kitchen to make some tea just to have something to do. "it's not like i'm an important part of your life."

they follow you into the kitchen because of course they can't leave it at that.

"what are you talking about?" charles sounds broken, he can't believe you'd think so little of you. and what you actually mean to him and max. "if you really think we can forget about you that easily, then you don't know me. or max." he says, tugging at max's wrist.

"you're very, very important to us. we care about you, we've been so worried—"

"i just can't, okay!?" you turn around, forgetting all about the tea. "i can't get in the way. i won't."

"in the way of what?" max sounds so confused, and when you look at charles, his expression is the same one as the boy standing next to him.

"i know you're together." you whisper, glancing fearfully between them.

"well, obviously." charles chuckles, amusement tilting his voice, but his expression still shows how confused he is. "i mean, we're not exactly subtle about it. and we spend a lot of time together, so, you would've noticed, eventually."

"that's exactly the problem!" you throw your hands in the hair, finally giving up. you can't do it anymore. "i like you." your eyes widen in fear once you hear yourself saying the words you swore to yourself you would not to say out loud.

max looks at charles, but charles keeps looking at you like you've grown a third head or something. and when neither of them says anything, you know you've fucked everything up.

"i like you, too." charles finally says, letting go of max wrist to get closer to you, but he doesn't get too far because you are moving out of the way, away from him as much as you can.

"you don't understand," you look at them with cheeks burning with embarrassment. "i like you. both of you. and not like friends should like other friends, okay? so i can't be friends with you."

max laughs, like actually laughs, throwing his head backwards and all. it makes you feel stupid and tiny in that big, stupid kitchen.

you should not have said it. you should have made something up, you should have acted like a grown ass adult and shove those feelings deep inside of you, forgetting all about wanting to be held by them, and kissed, and comforted.

stupid girl with stupid feelings—

"hey," max says, in a voice too small to be his own. "can i come a little closer?" your shoulders tighten, you really want to say no but you are nodding before your mind can catch up with it.

max walks slowly, being followed closely by charles. they don't want to scare you and have you walking away from them again.

"sometimes," max says carefully as you bite your lip trying to regulate your breathing. "these things happen. we're not actually seeking them but, as most things in life, things happen... i know how that feels, schatje." charles lifts his right hand so, so slowly, until is resting on your hip, fingers pressing into your skin ever so slightly.

"i'm so sorry, max —"

"don't apologize. you don't need to apologize for having feelings." he says and you bite your lower lip harder, tasting blood. you don't deserve his gentleness, you don't deserve charles’ caring touch, you don't deserve anything. "you didn't do anything wrong, okay?”

you open your mouth to say something, but close it again quickly when charles shakes his head.

"you still don't get it, do you?" the brown-haired boy asks, and coos at you when you tilt your head to the side. "max, she doesn't get it."

they share a knowing look, smiling playfully when his eyes are back on you again. you feel lightheaded, aware that something is happening right in front of your eyes but not understanding a single thing.

"we planned on having this conversation a little bit different," charles beings to say as max's hand finds comfort on your lower back. "max would cook something for us and we would eat, then watch and movie and, at the end of the night, we would have this conversation."

max hums, nodding along. "but you ghosted us and fucked all of our plans." the monégasque slaps his chest playfully with his free hand while you feel like you're gonna be sick.

"wha—what are you talking about?" your heart is about to be spilled out onto the floor.

"we like you, too." charles confirms, his voice rumbling through your ears.

"we didn't noticed what was happening at first," max has a small, shy smile on his face as he remembers the exact moment he had the conversation with charles, where both of them ended up crying while trying to understand what it all meant to them. "it was thanks to you ignoring us that we realized our true feelings."

"at least something good happened because of it." charles' voice is small like a child's and, for the first time in forever, you cup his cheek, his skin feeling soft and so warm. you do the same with max, getting goosebumps all over your body.

"you're not playing with me?" you need to be sure before getting your hopes up.

max's grips tightens on you. "we aren't that cruel, baby."

you want to cry. and scream, and laugh, and cry some more.

you look at each other for what feel like ages, you've missed each other so much that now that you are finally reunited, you don't want to be apart anymore.

then, the three of you start giggling like children.

"can i kiss you?" charles shyly ask, earning a snort from max beside him.

your tiny nod it's all he needs to lean in and brush his lips against yours. it's a timid kiss, tasting each other slowly. it's delicate and gentle, you feel like floating up in the air which leaves you feeling dizzy when he eventually pulls away.

max doesn't asks, he just leans and waits for you to make the first move. which you definitely do. there are butterflies in you belly and you feel so nervous that you bump your nose with his, making them both laugh. max grins into the kiss and lets you take all the control, following your lead.

their kisses leave you feeling warm all over and with a buzzing in your ears that even after an hour of making out still won’t go away.