#sjmxreaderweek 2026

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Your head was spinning. It could have been from the two glasses of faerie wine you’d had, but you knew better.

It was them.

They were staring at you, as they had every night since you’d finally been brought to court. Your High Lord and Lady, their magnetic gazes on you had you tipsy even without the wine. You felt special, being the one to capture their attentions.

You spun in the arms of a male whose name you couldn’t remember, aware of their eyes on you, burning like the sun. Everything in you begged for you to approach the dais their thrones sat upon, yet you held back. Your father had warned you to never interact with them unless prompted, lest you wanted your family’s name to be ruined with your impertinence.

So you let yourself be whisked into anyone and everyone’s arms, aware of their attention in every moment.

The song ended and you came to a stop, thanking the male for the dance, then made your way back to your seat. Perhaps a bit of food would help with the way the room was spinning around you.

A plate of food appeared in front of you when you sat, piled with roasted chicken and vegetables, seasoned to perfection. You ate slowly, savoring each bite that you took. It was once you’d finished that you heard the court go silent, and felt the weight of a thousand stares on your back. When you turned to look at what had caused the change, your breath left you.

Your High Lady was standing behind you, her blue-grey eyes sparkling with mischief. “Come with me,” she commanded, tugging you out of your chair. She pulled you across the dance floor and to the dais where your High Lord still sat, then sat on her own throne. Elegant hands patted her lap, a wicked grin on her face when realization lit your eyes. Nervously, you perched on her lap, going rigid when she pulled you firmly against her chest. “Relax, little love,” she whispered in your ear. “We’re going to have some fun.” A wave of calm washed over you and you sank into her hold, going limp against her.

“There she is,” your High Lord said, violet eyes with twinkling stars locked on yours. “Put on a good show for Feyre, hmm?”

You nodded in agreement, though you weren’t sure what you were agreeing to. You felt her hands smoothing the skirts of your dress, finding the slits on the sides that had allowed you to move so freely in each dance. Her fingers played over your skin, soft, teasing touches that sent whisps of heat through you. You squirmed on her lap, trying to fight your arousal. Surely, if approaching them was wrong, being attracted to them-

Your thoughts smoothed out, focusing entirely on the sensation of her left hand dipping beneath the front panel of your dress, running over the soft fabric of your panties. “Such a pretty girl,” she cooed in your ear, fingers tracing your slit through the fabric. “Did you pick these out, hoping that I would take them off for you?”

No, you’d picked them because they were pretty, not for-

You nodded, a flush spreading over your face. She laughed lowly behind you, fingers moving the fabric to the side and dipping between your folds.

“So wet for me already, little one. Have a taste.” She lifted her fingers to your lips and you sucked your arousal from them without a thought, blushing further when you realized that everyone was staring at you. “Don’t mind them, darling. All that matters is the three of us.” Her fingers dipped back between your folds, collecting slick before circling gently over your clit. You couldn’t stop the soft moan that left you at the sensation, or the way that your hips twitched into her touch.

Feyre toyed with you, enjoying the way that you squirmed in her hold, torn between wanting her to stop and needing more. One finger pressed into your core, eliciting a gasp from your lips. “Does that feel good, little one?” she asked in your ear, laughing softly when you nodded your head. “Would you like another?” You nodded again, letting out a low moan when a second finger slid into your sex.

Any thoughts or protests you might have had fled your brain when her other hand slid under your dress, fingers rubbing small, precise circles on your clit. You canted your hips into her touch, legs twitching as your pleasure built.

“Such a pretty girl,” Rhysand said quietly, his words barely registering with you. You were more focused on the way Feyre was skillfully working you towards your peak. She had you so close after only a few minutes, and your cheeks burned as you remembered that you were in front of the entire court-

Your thoughts were smothered out, pleasure taking its place as you fell over the edge. Feyre extended your pleasure as she continued her ministrations, teeth sinking into your shoulder while your legs shook.

When you came down, you found yourself being passed to your High Lord, the back of your dressed pushed up so that your skin was touching his clothing. You felt him hard beneath you, and panic overtook you before it was snuffed out a moment later. He worked himself free of his trousers and slid your panties to the side, sinking into you without warning. He slowly pressed into you, letting you adjust to his girth. You expected him to order you to ride him when he was fully seated within you, but he merely held you, your back pressed to his chest. The feeling of him was overwhelming, and you felt as though you could barely breathe, just being filled by him.

“That’s our good girl,” Rhysand whispered in your ear, one hand ghosting over your breasts. “Just sit here while we let the Court state their issues.”

“What-?” you asked, just as Feyre began speaking.

“You may approach with your grievances,” she said in a commanding voice, the sound of it echoing throughout the chamber.

Slowly a line of citizens formed, and your cheeks reddened even further. You half listened to their complaints at first, but when Rhys ground you down against him their words went in one ear and out the other. It was a delicious sort of torture, to be so full and brimming with pleasure but having no way to release it. His hands kept you from chasing your release and you whined softly, earning you a kiss to the crown of your head. Each attempt to squirm in his hold was stopped by him, and you stayed on the edge for far too long.

You leaned into his back, breath coming in short pants. You were overwhelmed - pleasure and the knowledge that you were being watched was too much.

“You’re doing so well, darling,” Rhysand purred in your ear, one hand leaving your waist to rub over your abdomen, where he was buried within you. “Just a little while longer.” You let out a moan, hips twitching slightly. His hand returned to your waist, holding you in place more firmly.

One by one, the line grew shorter, though you could hardly focus on anything but the way that your High Lord felt inside of you. The rumbling in his chest from his voice was soothing, keeping you from outright crying, though your eyes were misty. You waited and waited for your release, near begging by the time that the line ended. Feyre’s hand found yours, squeezing tightly.

“I think she deserves a reward,” Feyre said, her thumb running over the top of your hand. “Don’t you, Rhys?” You nodded your head, not caring that the question wasn’t directed at you.

“Mm. You’ve warmed my cock so well, darling. Do you need something from me?” he asked in an amused tone. You nodded again. “Tell me what you need.”

You whined again, not sure that you could handle another second of this. “I need to come,” you moaned, wiggling in his hold. He still didn’t move, didn’t let you finish and you groaned. “Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Rhysand said, “I suppose I can make that happen.” He moved one of his hands from your waist to under the front panel of your dress, two fingers swirling over your clit softly. That was all it took for you to fall over the edge, your body shaking as you rode out your pleasure.

You were panting when you came back to your body, still stuffed full. You waited for him to chase his own release, but he merely held you still once more.

“You’re far too fun to let go of already, so you’re going to sit here for the rest of the night, darling,” Rhysand said lowly, thumbs running over your waist.

“I can’t-”

“You can and you will, little one,” Feyre said. “You’ll get an even better reward if you do.”

A better reward?

“You’ll be ours forever. Don’t you want that, darling?” she asked.

No, you wanted to choose who you spent your life with-

That thought melted away, replaced by your longing to belong to them, to be with them at all times and please them however you could. “Yes,” you moaned, clenching around Rhys.

“Good. All it takes is another hour of sitting on his cock. Can you do that for us?” You nodded vigorously. All of this was worth it if you were theirs by the end of it.

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