Characters: Chris Evans the Actor, Henry Cavill the Actor, OFC Tiffany
Summary: Chris and Henry are waiting in the green room backstage at the 2015 BAFTAs. A beautiful female is assigned to guide them to the stage when they present the award for Best Female Actress. Before they present the award, all three become quickly aroused and the men seduce and pleasure Tiffany.
Rating: Explicit; NSFW 18+
Warnings: Groping, Teasing, Begging, BDSM, Exhibitionism, Control, Fingering, Petting, Restraining, Silencing, Dom/sub, Penetration,
Word Count: 3,736
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“You okay Evans?”
Cavill’s hands floated above the catered food in the green room as he looked over his shoulder at Chris.
Chris was nervously sitting on the couch with his head lowered. “Yeah, I’ll be okay. Just… jitters.” He took another deep breath to calm himself.
As Henry goes to speak to him again, his eyes are caught by a beautiful black woman who walks through the doorway. She’s wearing an incredibly long and tight dark green mermaid dress. Her cleavage is peeking out of the top and her arms are bare. Her hair is up, completely exposing her naked skin.
Henry stares at her as a stage assistant comes in after her.
The stage assistant begins to speak clearly, but incredibly fast.
“Mister Evans, Mister Cavill – this is Tiffany. She’ll be escorting you to the stage in about twelve to fourteen minutes. She’s here just in case we need to call you early since it’s a live broadcast-”
And just like that, the stage assistant is gone.
Tiffany enters the room confidently smiling, nodding in silence to Henry, adding a flirt filled smirk at the end, noticing Henry’s stare. She walks to the couch, gathering her dress appropriately, sitting next to Chris, immediately noticing how nervous he is and empathizes. He has lowered his head again, his breathing has slowed and he is attempting to hold himself together in front of her.
She needs to check on him, “Hey, you okay? You need anything-”
“Nah, I’m okay.” He turns to Tiffany, giving her a playful smile and blushes. “I just need to relax.”
Tiffany gives him a comforting expressive smirk back, staring into Chris’ very blue eyes. She carefully looks into them taken away by their colour, and makes direct eye contact with him for a split second. As he starts to smile back with the unspoken compliment, she quickly turns away and sits back. Her hands go to her lap, and she nervously glances back over to Henry, who is gathering appetizers on a small plate. Her eyes purposely stay occupied looking Henry over, in an attempt to gather her nerves from her flirtatious instance with Chris.
She notices how large Henry’s body is as he stands. She already imagines running her fingers down his broad shoulders from behind him, then through his hair as she hears him exhale loudly. He turns to catch her staring at him, and he smiles, forcing her to look away quickly.
While Tiffany had been watching Henry, Chris’ eyesight moved down her body to her bare leg, noticing the slit in the side of her dress traveling all the way up to her hip.
He stares at her skin and the beauty it holds, finding it almost irresistible not to touch.
He takes a deep breath and lowers his head again as she looks to the live broadcast on the tv in front of them.
The silence in the room is awkward as Chris is nervous and Cavill is naturally quiet. The three remain in silence, not knowing if there is anything to say to each other, or even if they should speak at all.
As Henry turns with his plate of food, he notices a spot on the sofa left for him. He takes a seat in his rightful place beside Tiffany with the plate, sitting forward.
The only noise in the room is the broadcast on the tv, Chris’ deep breaths and the faint sound of Henry chewing.
Tiffany looks to Chris and feels bad for him. She rubs his knee attempting to provide some comfort. He looks up and smiles.
Her eyes now linger on his pink swollen lips as her fingers feel the clothing over his knee. She again, tries to turn away not to embarrass herself but he catches her looking at his mouth. His eyes watch her as she looks back to the tv slightly embarrassed, removing her hand and placing it back into her lap. She tries to hold back a smile, but Chris watches it grow anyway.
They both look to the television as Chris slides back beside her on the couch. His eyes slick-fully wander to her exposed thigh. He again sees how lean and perfect her skin is, almost glistening at him. He can’t help but move his hand closer to her, between their bodies, to possibly touch her.
She smirks as she watches the tv but focuses on Chris’ movements, noticing his hand has made its way between them, and is resting by her bare skin. Chris turns his head and smiles directly at her, looking for a sign of consent, but she remains still as she smiles.
The back of his fingers touch her skin in the open slit, just tickling her, testing her, sliding over her naked leg, completely undetected by Cavill.
With her perma-smile, Tiffany’s eyes close momentarily as she allows his touch to get her aroused. Her breath increases and she gets goose bumps. She slowly and carefully peers down, watching Chris’ white fingers move over her black leg. She closes her eyes to enjoy his sensual touch.
Coming back to reality, her foggy eyes slowly peel open. She takes her bottom lip into her mouth, unsure of how to proceed. Testing the situation and hoping for more physical contact, she crosses her leg over the other, enticing him and purposely exposing more skin.
With her shift, Chris carefully watches her instigating antics. He hesitates to ensure she won’t be moving again, and as she remains still with her legs now crossed, his hand returns. This time, the inside of his fingers open as they gently caress the bare skin now gleaming at him. His hand moves under, then gently over her thigh playfully.
With her shift, Cavill notices her bare and lean leg as she’s positioned it over her other. He runs his eyes up and down her perfect smooth skin.
As she watches the broadcast, Tiffany notices Henry is now looking at her legs too and her smirk returns.
As Henry’s eyes move up Tiffany’s exposed black thigh, he also notices the tips of Chris’ fingers as they peek over the top.
He swallows the bite of food in his mouth, and places the small plate on the table, then sits back opening himself up to her and the situation.
She slowly comes to the realization that the two men on either side of her that have trapped her, want her and are waiting for the appropriate moment. She can feel Henry’s stare and is already aroused by Chris’ touch.
The hand moving over her skin has become brave and has traveled under her ass. Chris grips her flesh and she squeezes her legs together, feeding into her arousal.
Her hips move up as the men feel and watch her squirm in her seat between them. Her eyes close and open slowly as the smile fades from her face.
Chris sees her state, leans into her and his available fingers go to her chin, turning her face. Before she knows it, her lips are squeezing Chris’ bottom one, and he’s returning the favour. They softly kiss as he holds her chin in place and his other hand inches slowly down the inside of her exposed thigh towards her crotch.
As Chris kisses her, Henry watches them carefully, enjoying his slow arousal and allowing them to get comfortable with one another. His body turns to them, and he pushes his hips out giving himself more room in his pants.
Henry’s hand goes to Tiffany’s exposed leg and he rubs over her knee, pushing the dress back even further and letting it fall off her skin. His hand explores, moving up and over her other thigh. He rubs and rubs gently, listening to their kisses get more aggressive and needful.
Tiffany’s hands have come off her lap as the dress has fallen, allowing the men to touch her more and deliver an unspoken consent between them. But she doesn’t know where to place them, so they freeze in mid-air.
She lets out a moan into Chris’ mouth as they kiss.
Henry guides her knee so it falls to the side of the other, having her pussy more available to touch. His fingers quickly travel between her legs and they slide up gently and easily, forcing Tiffany to spread for him, which she happily does with ease.
Chris’ hand feels the opening of her legs and his hand slides down the inside, pulling her legs open gently even more.
He keeps her mouth busy, allowing Henry to further explore her skin on her other thigh.
Both men rub and feel the inside of her thighs, forcing her to widen with every slow touch they give her, as she repeatedly moans quietly into Chris’ mouth. They gently pull at her legs, ensuring she is completely spread.
Her hands go to theirs, and she grips their fingers.
Henry takes her hand with his and guides it to his clothed erection. He moves her hand over his cock and down its length, giving her a small lesson of how he wants to be touched.
As she starts to rub him thoroughly, he releases her hand.
Henry’s eyes fly from her hand to her mouth as it has become entangled by Chris’. Watching their mouths ravage one another, Henry licks his lips and prepares for his own turn.
His free hand goes to the far side of her chin and he turns her, forcing Chris and Tiffany to part. A smack is heard as Chris and Tiffany break free from each others lips, but Henry is quick to replace Chris, keeping Tiffany silent.
The kiss is different. Henry’s lips are soft and powerful, moving over Tiffany’s with force but gently. She almost immediately lets out a soft whine in approval.
Chris’ eyes come open and they fly to her crotch where both the men have spread her and are now rubbing the inside of her thighs, teasing her. He glances up at the two while they kiss and notice she’s feeling Henry’s hard cock through his pants.
Chris immediately guides her other hand to his own hardened cock and presses her hand into him. She grips both their hard-ons together gently and strokes them both, in the same rhythm.
Chris readjusts in his seat for more room, and listens while Henry and Tiffany’s kisses have become open mouths fast, smacking and breathing heavy.
Chris takes a chance and his fingertips slide up the inside of her thigh along her clothed crotch. The gentle touch on her mound startles her and she jerks with a squeak, then quickly settles.
Henry lets out a humming laugh as their lips close. But quickly takes her mouth back into his.
He keeps his hand rested on the inside of her other thigh as Chris’ fingers find her pussy lips through her panty material and rub up and down between them forcefully.
Tiffany starts to heavy breathe into Henry’s mouth and he backs off to watch her. Her eyes are in the back of her head as Chris feels the outside of her pussy.
Her eyelids open and she sees Henry watching her carefully. His eyes are just as blue as Chris’ are, and she becomes lost amongst their touch, Henry’s stare and her arousal. She swallows hard as the inside of her walls squeeze between her legs.
“Oh my G-”
Chris cuts her off and takes her chin again, guiding her open lips to his and immediately devours her mouth.
Henry’s hands travel quickly along her skin, finding her string panty lining on her hip. He forcefully pulls, ripping them in one quick tug. The break is so clean, Tiffany and Chris are unmoved.
Henry’s fingers slide inside the broken panty and over her shaven mound, further down and between her pussy lips.
Tiffany opens further for him.
“Good girl,” Henry growls as his fingers find how wet she is.
Tiffany raises her hands from their erections and they go to Chris’ face, but Chris pulls them away.
“No-no sweetie. Not today. Henry, help me out here.”
Henry sees Chris holding her hand out, and gently collects her wrist. She abidingly offers the other, and Henry collects both behind her back. He is somewhat surprised. “She wants to play with the big boys.”
Chris’ fingers return to her chin momentarily, guiding her mouth to his as he looks it over, “She’s learning quickly.” He parts his lips, as does she and they kiss again. A set of Henry’s fingers slide inside the broken panty material, over her bare mound and return to her slippery pussy.
Tiffany moans as she feels fingers tease her entrance. Chris pulls away to listen. The men both watch her as she responds to their controlling touches. “Oh God,” she whispers, “Please…”
They watch her orgasmic face for a few seconds, then very quietly and calmly with a rasp, Chris asks her “Do you want him inside, beautiful? Is that what you’re begging us for?”
Tiffany moans and she falls the few inches back onto the couch, spreading even further. She nods quickly with a pout, keeping her eyes closed and waiting for her reward.
The men look at each other and they smirk.
Henry pushes inside Tiffany’s slick hole and her mouth silently comes open. Chris, still holding her chin whispers, “Shhh…”
With the reminder that she needs to be silent, her face turns to pain, and she freezes completely, hoping it will help obey Chris’ order.
He comes into her ear and whispers quietly. “Can you be good?”
“Yes…” she whispers back quickly.
Henry slowly penetrates her further, watching her face carefully as her mouth makes a complete and wide ‘O’.
She opens her eyes and turns to look at Henry, who still has her by the wrists. She gives him a pout as he penetrates her again and again slowly. Henry and Tiffany keep each other’s stare as he fingers her and as she contours to his touch. She holds her breath, letting tiny gasps escape when she remembers to breathe.
Chris releases her face with her turn and his hand travels towards her mound. His fingers grace her clit once. She squeaks quick with the touch, still looking at Henry.
Chris’ other hand comes to rest on her naked thigh, ensuring her legs stay wide open as he starts to move her clit around with force, rolling it, perfect for her enjoyment.
She lets out another tiny squeak.
“Tell us you want it, darling. Tell us…” Henry tips his head as he speaks, and as she watches him, “that you want us to make you come.” His voice is strong and dominant as he looks into her blackened eyes. “Because we want to watch you, but you must be quiet. Can you do that sweetheart…” Henry’s question needs a response even though it was a statement.
Tiffany bites her lips together in desperation as she is restrained, held down, and toyed with. Her hips moving against the men’s hands as she prepares for them to give her the need she desires. She is able to speak two words between gasps, “Yes, please…” and quickly bites her lips closed again.
Chris quickly peers to the open door and his hand leaves her thigh to cover her mouth. With his hand over her mouth, Tiffany sits back and her eyes pop open.
“Let’s do this,” he tells Henry as he wriggles his fingertips faster on her erect swollen clit. Henry pushes in and pulls out faster.
The men who have restrained and also silenced her, are watching her reach her peak quickly.
With Chris’ hand across her open mouth, she lets out small moans as they force her closer and closer to her orgasm. Wave after wave of being brought to the next level overcomes Tiffany, and she looks down to see a beautiful scene.
Chris’ hand is to her left, fingers massaging her clit quickly, working her just perfectly, moving in precise rhythm.
Henry’s hand is to her right, resting on her thigh while he repeatedly penetrates her deep and quick. She can just see the shine of her own sap as it’s covered his fingers.
The sounds of her muffled moans and the wet noise her cunt makes while Henry enters and pulls out, echo in the room. She can also hear the men as they heavy breathe.
“She sounds wonderful with her mouth covered.”
“Mhm,” Chris growls.
Tiffany’s body trembles once with the beginning of her orgasm. Then again and again as Chris doesn’t let up on her erect clit, toying and holding her mouth tight as she uncontrollably squeaks and whimpers through Chris’ hand.
“That’s right Tiffany, come for us,” Chris directs in his quiet low voice. “We want to see how beautiful you become.”
With the squeeze on his fingers, Henry’s hand becomes still, pushing deep inside of her. Tiffany squeals and the men hold her tight as she involuntarily moves in their grasp.
“Jesus Christ, she’s amazing,” Henry adds. “She’s tight. It’s beautiful.”
As Tiffany’s eyes are squeezing shut, Henry stares at her as he enters over and over again making sure she is complete. Chris has edged an angry facial expression as he watches her come.
She inhales quickly a few times for the last bit of oxygen she needs before fully coming back to reality. Her body relaxes in their arms, and they all become gentle in their grasps.
Chris’ fingers shake continuously until Tiffany is left with aftershocks.
She can feel Henry slide inside of her slowly again and again as she comes down, her cunt giving him the last few squeezes of the aftershocks Chris forces out of her.
Tiffany opens her eyes and quickly looks down at the beautiful view once again, just as Henry abruptly pushes inside of her until she’s no longer convulsing or making noise.
She watches as Henry’s fingers pull out of her cunt slowly, covered in juice. They go to his open mouth and he licks a finger, smiles and lets her wrists go, sitting forward and grabbing the napkin on the table next to his chosen snacks.
Chris moves over her clit a few more times with a smile before releasing her mouth and pussy, covering her mound up with the ripped panties and tapping her quickly with a smile.
As Henry finishes cleaning, he scoffs looking her over. His voice is louder this time, “Come on sweetheart, let us help you sit up.”
It’s then, she realizes she has slumped into the couch between them.
They help her as she sits straight up between the two men smiling, closing her legs tight and raising her shoulders in embarrassment, unable to currently look at either man.
Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Chris lean on a knee, place his fingers to his nose and takes a deep breath.
Tiffany scoffs, still not making eye contact with either one of them. Her voice is small and full of embarrassment. “Ah… thank you, gentlemen-”
“Mister Cavill, Mister Evans, please allow Tiffany to escort you to the stage.”
The speaker system rips through all of them as they hear the sound of the stage assistants voice.
Tiffany looks around the room quickly, “Ah, oh God…” she quickly tries to stand, uneasy on her feet. Henry grabs her waist and Chris catches her arm.
“Careful,” and Chris snickers. “Slow down sweetie. What’s the matter?”
Tiffany looks down to his blue eyes and smiles uncontrollably. She lets out a soft laugh and stares at him. “I’m… I’m sorry-” then she turns to Henry’s blue eyes, who is also still holding her up. Her smile increases as she notices Henry smiling back at her. “Gentlemen, ah…”
She smiles back at Chris, “I need to get these ripped panties off now, before we go out there.”
As she starts to adjust her clothing, Chris holds her arm tight.
“Let us help you. We’re more than happy to.”
Chris stands and pulls her back into him, holding both her arms to her sides. Tiffany’s eyes flutter around the room as they take control again, feeling Chris’ body up against hers.
She feels Henry’s hands come up her bare legs through the slit and under her dress. She looks down to him on the couch as he peers at her with a smirk. She feels Chris’ breath on her open neck as Henry’s hands follow her hips, and move to the panty on one side.
Her mouth comes open as she feels his slow pull get stronger and stronger.
She feels a tight squeeze and then a jerk on her hip as the break is made. Chris hums into her skin.
Tiffany lets out an audible exhale in excitement as Henry is still watching her. He pulls the panties out from under her dress and holds a destroyed black g-string for all of them to see.
“You’re welcome,” Henry says to her, raising an eyebrow.
Tiffany bites her bottom lip as she smiles. “Thank you.”
“Shall we?” Chris asks over her shoulder as his fingers slide over her bare black arms.
Tiffany watches her ripped panties get stuffed into Henry’s pants pocket.
Tiffany’s eyes start to fly around the room, avoiding the two men directly.
“Yes, of course, let’s go. My apologies. I just- feel terrible. I didn’t… I mean I haven’t-”
“We’re not through with you yet, Tiffany.” Henry stands, coming in close to her as Chris still holds her arms down. His fingers go to her cheek and he strokes her face with the back of his fingers gently. “You are beautiful, in more ways than one. And we can see you are the right woman for us both, darling.”
Tiffany’s vision comes into contact with Henry’s as he pets her skin.
“But how- I mean when-”
Chris chuckles over her shoulder. “We’ll find you.”
Henry smiles at her and his hands return to his pocket, but he remains unmoved from his stance as Chris continues. “Let’s get going. Are you okay to walk? Don’t trip – watch yourself, or your instability will lead them to believe we’ve been up to something.”
Henry snickers.
Henry holds out his arm for her to take, as Chris takes her other.
“Just tell us where to go, and we’ll help you get there beautiful.”
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