ACOTAR Oneshots

Feysand Threesome**

Hope you horny mfs enjoy this;) Why is smut so fun to write? I haven't edited this fully yet bc I am lazy, so sorry if there are mistakes...I'll fix them later🙄

Rhys

It's no secret that it's harder to shop for males than it is for females. I have known this fact for 34 years because my mate has complained of it every year for as long as we have been together, which is why I always give her gifts of material luxury and she gives me gifts of love. I give her diamonds and dresses; she gives me paintings and experiences. Neither of us have any issues with our set up. We love it because it works for us. Feyre always knows what I am giving her in some sense—something shiny and expensive that she can wear in some way—but I am always surprised by her gifts and I love it. I can't wait to see what my mischievous mate got me this year.

It's our 34th mating anniversary, and I have showered Feyre with sparkly gifts all day and fallen more and more in love with her each time she smiled in thanks. I never thought I could make a female this happy.

It's getting late now, and we're walking into the foyer of the house after a long stroll through the Rainbow filled with our people's congratulations. The second we get inside, I can sense Feyre's uncertainty. I have subtly felt her nerves for the last hour, but they have skyrocketed now. She has her fingers entwined together and is slightly rocking as she moves forward, the same movement she does before giving a speech to large crowds.

"You have nerves, my Darling, but they are unnecessary. I have loved every present you have ever gotten me, and I have no doubts that I will love this one, as well. Please relax and stop fearing my judgement." I reassure her. She exhales loudly and looks up at me—Damn those eyes are gorgeous.

"I know, I know. Everything you say is true," she says, and pauses in contemplation. After a moment she continues, "but this is a little different. I'm starting to think this might have been a mistake. I should have talked to you about this beforehand—not that anything is set in stone. You can always say no, you know?" As she rambles on, she gets louder and louder until she's practically yelling. "I don't want you to think I need this or that you aren't enough because that's not true at all!"

"Feyre," I say simply, quieting her. "Feyre, take a breath." I'm not quite sure where this is going. "How about we talk about it now, before you show me, and then I will decide if I want it or not. Will that make you feel more comfortable?" I ask gently.

Her features soften in relief as I talk. She nods twice. "Okay, yeah. I think that would be good." Feyre walks over to the couch and sits down, gesturing to me to sit with her. I oblige. She is clearly very nervous about bringing whatever it is up with me. Her cheeks are flushed like she is embarrassed of something too. From what she has said with her little rant, I get the feeling it could have something to do with sex. We've discussed many sexual fantasies with each other throughout the years, but if I'm being honest, I have started most of the conversations. Sometimes she will hint at things she likes or wants but not outright say it. If I can tell she wants to talk more about it but doesn't know how, I will initiate the conversation.

Feyre is still silent. She has a confused, thoughtful expression on her face, like she doesn't know how to express her thoughts. I try to help her. "Is this about sex?"

Her eyes dart to mine, and her cheeks turn even more pink. She nods once. "You want to try something new, and you are scared I won't like it?" I guess.

She nods again. I never need my Deamati powers when I'm trying to guess what's in Feyre's head. We are so close I can usually guess. "I've thought about this...scenario...for a really long time, actually. You mentioned it once, not long after we were mated." I rack my brain for what it is, but come up with nothing. "It was after the Highlord meeting before the war..." She looks up to me with raised eyebrows, hoping I can connect the dots. Realization strikes me almost immediately at that, and I chuckle, reliving the memory.