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browngirlTitle: Light Imagery
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Charles/Erik/Raven
Summary Prompts: 'Distraction' and 'Senses'.
Content Advisory: Explicit threesome. Nothing besides that.
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firstclass100
Disclaimer: This fanwork has been created for pleasure only and not for profit.
Author's Note: Inspired by this splendidly nonworksafe image in this gloriously porny picspam.
Charles's zippers jerk open as buttons lodge beneath his skidding fingers, but he can't fault himself or Erik for rapt distraction when Raven writhes into an arch of trembling blue, her ruby hair strewn across the pillow, her fingers sunk into Erik's tousled hair between her thighs.
Unwilling to waste even a moment sorting himself, Charles abandons his shirt and watches Raven's chin and hips tilt upwards as Erik's pale fingers curl tighter over her thighs. Her lips part, lushly vulnerable, around a rising moan, the rosy flush across Erik's shoulders sets off her luminous blue, and Charles's tongue slides tacky-dry across his lip. Cheek creasing, Raven grins and screams, her pleasure washing into Erik, and Charles soaks up their effervescent delight, tastes her richly on Erik's flexing tongue and whimpers in something like wonder.
Raven pulls a hand up, flinging it out towards him, her eyelids fluttering over gold blown black, and Charles staggers forward even before come here surfaces from the whirl behind her eyes. Her belly a textured curve beneath his hand, her tongue slipping hot over his, Charles senses Erik's hair whispering between her fingers; he squeezes Erik's hard shoulder, feeling him clutch the padded firmness of Raven's thighs. The slightest graze of Erik's careful teeth sets her shuddering, nails digging bright dents into Charles's back, and he drinks down her screaming ecstasy, tingling from lips to fingertips to toes, nerves blazing as fire floods his mind.
Charles comes back to himself with Raven puffing fond giggles against his mouth, to the stickiness of having come in his pants. He groans, forehead pressed to Raven's silky-rough shoulder; Erik rests his cheek on her thigh, smudges his knuckles across his mouth and licks them with lascivious satisfaction, grinning smugly as Charles gasps briny sweetness and Raven laughs breathlessly.
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Charles/Erik/Raven
Content Advisory: Explicit threesome. Nothing besides that.
Acknowledgements: Written for
firstclass100Disclaimer: This fanwork has been created for pleasure only and not for profit.
Author's Note: Inspired by this splendidly nonworksafe image in this gloriously porny picspam.
Charles's zippers jerk open as buttons lodge beneath his skidding fingers, but he can't fault himself or Erik for rapt distraction when Raven writhes into an arch of trembling blue, her ruby hair strewn across the pillow, her fingers sunk into Erik's tousled hair between her thighs.
Unwilling to waste even a moment sorting himself, Charles abandons his shirt and watches Raven's chin and hips tilt upwards as Erik's pale fingers curl tighter over her thighs. Her lips part, lushly vulnerable, around a rising moan, the rosy flush across Erik's shoulders sets off her luminous blue, and Charles's tongue slides tacky-dry across his lip. Cheek creasing, Raven grins and screams, her pleasure washing into Erik, and Charles soaks up their effervescent delight, tastes her richly on Erik's flexing tongue and whimpers in something like wonder.
Raven pulls a hand up, flinging it out towards him, her eyelids fluttering over gold blown black, and Charles staggers forward even before come here surfaces from the whirl behind her eyes. Her belly a textured curve beneath his hand, her tongue slipping hot over his, Charles senses Erik's hair whispering between her fingers; he squeezes Erik's hard shoulder, feeling him clutch the padded firmness of Raven's thighs. The slightest graze of Erik's careful teeth sets her shuddering, nails digging bright dents into Charles's back, and he drinks down her screaming ecstasy, tingling from lips to fingertips to toes, nerves blazing as fire floods his mind.
Charles comes back to himself with Raven puffing fond giggles against his mouth, to the stickiness of having come in his pants. He groans, forehead pressed to Raven's silky-rough shoulder; Erik rests his cheek on her thigh, smudges his knuckles across his mouth and licks them with lascivious satisfaction, grinning smugly as Charles gasps briny sweetness and Raven laughs breathlessly.
