* = NSWF. EXPLICIT CONTENT.
Best read whilst listening to Chase Atlantic, specifically ‘Meddle About’
Summary: You finally convince Azriel to come out to Rita’s with you, Cass and Mor. As the night progresses, things got considerably more heated between the two of you until you decide damn the consequences, and have some fun :)
Warning: NSFW, BDSM, grunge!Azriel, sexual relations in public places, descriptive and intense smut, wings, little bit of angst, motherfucker is loooong sorry haha
Everyone was out at Rita's dancing, as you always did on an average...well, any night, really. The fact it was a Thursday did nothing to change our usual after dinner dancing plans.
It was less of a tradition and more of a compulsion at this point. The nights we actually all managed to have a full, sit-down family dinner it was always agreed that everyone would go dancing.
Although by everyone, I more so mean me, Cass and Mor. Feyre and Rhys liked to join, too, but they were always gone before the clock struck 12. Typical married couple...then again, to be fair, they were definitely getting more action than I've had recently.
Then there was the matter of Azriel. He would come, but would always just sit down at a table, drink in hand and just stare at us all, shadows for once not distinguishable in the dim club lights. It didn't help he put himself in the dingiest, darkest corner possible either.
Like now, he was over in his designated corner whilst Mor and I, sweaty and panting, were dancing our hearts out to whatever the newest song was. Or it could've been old, it didn't matter - it had a beat and I had feet, so I was dancing. Cassian, usually on the dance floor with us, was getting the next round fo drinks, chatting up the bartender to score us extra shots.
Not that I need another drink...or shot...but that was beside the point, really.
As the song came to a close, my chest rising and falling rapidly, I turn to Mor, resplendent in a jaw-dropping white shimmery dress and dancing with another male companion, her fourth for the night, "I'm gonna take a break!"
"Okay!" Mor confirms, shouting over the thumping music.
Weaving my way through the crowd and towards Az and his dingy table, a perhaps not-so-smart idea pops into my head and before my rational subconscious could convince my liquor soaked brain, I had already sat down in Az's lap, one arm wrapped behind his neck, the other stealing his glass of...
"Water?" I scoff, taking a sip, "How responsible of you."
"Someone needs to chaperone you children" Azriel grumbles
"Chaperone?" Cassian butts in, swapping the water glass for a cocktail and a tequila shot, "My lady."
"My liege" I tease, throwing back the shot and shivering softly, "Ah, much better."
Cassian, already ghosting back through the crowd to deliver Mor's next drink, gives me a sloppy salute and I giggle, relaxing more into Azriel. It's then I notice his hand, which is resting on my leg, is covered in...
"Are those rings? And like, bracelets?" I gape, taking one of Azriel's hand in mine, "How have I never noticed this before?!"
"I only wear them every now and again and sometimes my shadows hide them" Azriel shrugs as if it's no big deal.
"You know how hot that is, right?" I chuckle, discarding my drink on the table and wrapping both hands around his neck, "Like, really hot."
Azriel stiffens and exhales sharply through his nose in frustration.
"Aw, come on Azzy" I sigh, wrapping the other arm around his neck and facing him, "I'm just saying! It is hot. What is it with you? Are you scared you'll, Cauldron forbid, actually have fun tonight?"
I gasp dramatically and then giggle again, cocking my head to the side as I sip at my cocktail, waiting for his answer.
"I'm not scared of fun" Azriel huffs and I raise my eyebrow at him, not believing that for a second, "But you should be."
"You should be scared..." Azriel begins, trailing off slightly as his eyes roam slowly down my body, lingering on my parted thighs, the short dress having ridden up to an almost indecent height, "...of what I might do if I start having fun."
A borderline violent shudder ripples through me as one of Azriel's hands slowly trails the line of my spine, resting on the small of my back. In movements so quick only an Illyrian warrior could manage them so smoothly, Azriel uses his other hand to part my legs further, one foot landing on the floor as the other remains up by his waist, my legs spread definitely indecently wide now.
"Is this why you pick dark corners all the time?" I breathe heavily, attempting for humour and failing miserably, "So no one can see you have fun?"
Azriel chuckles, a dark, sultry thing that peaks my nipples against the feeling, "What's the fun in not being able to get caught?"
My head falls back slightly, eyelids fluttering at the implication in his voice.
"It certainly doesn't help my reaction that I can feel what this is doing to you" Azriel teases, fingers creeping into the inside of my thigh and drifting slowly upward, "You know, this dress is very, very thin"
His vulgar words sober me slightly and I remember we're in a public place. I move to close my legs but Azriel's hand vanishes from the small of my back to wrap around my other thigh, forcing my foot back down to the floor, spreading my legs again.
"Uh uh" Azriel chides me, "Don't."
I pant softly, electing not to say anything rather than say something potentially embarrassing. Before I can truly process what he was doing, Azriel takes my hand, wrapping it palm down on the top of my hand, using his own to guide mine down from his neck, along the curves and dips of my own body and then down to my thigh.
Breathing heavily and cursing myself for being unable to think clearly, I let him curl our joined hands along my thigh, fingers gripping the bottom of it as he slides our hands down further along my inner thigh, so close to where I could feel I now wanted him most.
And then, in full view of anyone who could be looking close enough, our conjoined hands met my wet core through the thin layer of my underwear, also soaked. I moan softly, head falling back again against Azriel's shoulder.
"I haven't even truly touched you, and you're already this wet" Azriel's voice says, directly into my ear, sending shivers through me, "How's this for fun?"
"Hey, Y/N!" Mor calls and in the space of two seconds, Azriel had released my hand and sat us both back up to the original position we'd been in, casually sat together as if speaking normally. Albeit, I was still on his lap but that was casual contact for our group, "Get your ass back on the dance floor! And bring Az with you!"
"You heard the queen!" I announce, jumping off Azriel's lap as if nothing had even happened despite the fact the fingers of my right hand were still slightly damp, "Let's go!"
I don't give him the chance to respond, instead taking hold of his hands and forcibly pulling him up off the seat and out into the party lights and grinding dancers.
What the fuck was that? I think to myself as we make our way through the sweaty crowd and into the centre of the dance floor, where of course Mor and Cassian had taken up a post.
Azriel and I were certainly known to tease each other, flirt even, but I did the same with Cassian. God, I'd even flirted with Mor before! It's just how we were, so close and sexually freed - barely any boundaries, all love but this had been...Well, erotic for starters.
It's through my reverie that I finally realise through Azriel and I are standing eye to eye, his hands on my waist, my arms around his neck, that he isn't dancing at all.
Even riling through my own hectic thoughts, I was still moving to the music, albeit a little sluggishly but Azriel was stock still, as if a statue had been placed on the dance floor. Instead he was just...watching me.
"If you don't start dancing, I'll go find someone else" I warn him but still, he doesn't move, "Ugh, fine."
Rolling my eyes, I disconnect myself from him and spin into the arms of Cassian, "Ah, finally, a true dance partner!"
Cassian chuckles me, taking my hand and spinning me in a fast circle before pulling me back into him, hands either side of my waist as we move and writhe in time with each other and the music. I wasn't just teasing when I said he was a good dance partner. He had gotten exponentially good in all the times he'd come dancing with Mor and I.
In club dancing anyhow. Challenge him to do a ballroom dance and it'd be a hilarious sight.
After a while I feel another presence behind me, pressing closer with each footstep, first a single hand on my hip, higher up than where Cassian's rested, and then another on the other side, holding me tight to him as he swayed gracefully to the music. It was slower than the beat thumping through the room but I...frankly, I didn't fucking care.
I didn't need to turn behind me to know it was Azriel. If his silence hadn't given him away already, the feel of his rough calluses and smooth scars through the cut out in my dress, would have.
Turning my body so it's squarely in between the both of them, I reach one hand up to cup Azriel's neck and he dips his head down accordingly, lips brushing the pulse point in my neck. At he same time, Cassian also presses close, his forehead touching my cheek gently as the three of us being to move slower, the ecstasy of being touched in so many places both skin to skin and fabric to fabric overwhelming us all.
This was also very different.
These Illyrian warriors I swear to the Mother...
Azriel, apparently emboldened like never before, moves his hand further along my waist, hand slipping beneath the small panel of fabric connecting the top half of the dress to the skirt, his hand disappearing behind the fabric to caress the bare skin there, pushing my body back into his further. A small sound escapes my throat and my head lolls back slightly, my hand pulling Azriel's head further into the crook of my neck his lips were pressing upon. Azriel obliges, head bowing further, lips more firmly pressed to my neck.
Surely but gradually, my movements falter, my hand on his neck becoming slack, my other hand vanishing from Cassian's arm. No, not vanishing-
Opening my eyes barely to slits, I see Cassian whirling another female into his arms, smiling broadly with a sparkle in his eyes and that's when I realise the parts of my body previously warm from Cassian's touch had been colder for a while now.
"Now who needs the chaperone?" Cassian chuckles to Azriel before spinning off in the opposite direction with the other female.
It's then that I realise not only just how close to Azriel I am but also how lost in his touch I had been. I hadn't even noticed Cassian gradually slipping away, leaving Azriel and me alone...
Well, not totally alone. A good chunk of the club seemed to be watching us, nostrils flared.
"Y/N" Azriel's voice shatters my blissful state and I straighten slightly, turning my head to meet Azriel's eyes. They were dark and shimmering with a glint of dangerous anger - no, not anger, with...warning, "You need to calm down."
His words are gritty and almost angry. Why is he angry?
It wasn't anger in his eyes, it was lust - exponentially more dangerous because it meant he could smell it, smell me, and it appeared the entire club could also smell it because every person within 20 feet of us was staring at us.
This was Velaris so there was no judgement, no anger, no disgust in their faces just...amusement mostly. A hint of jealousy from those here alone and unlucky with their prospects tonight.
I was usually right there with them.
"I-we..." I stammer, release my hold on Azriel and turning to face him, leaving only one hand on his arm to keep me from falling, my knees weak and wobbly.
"We're leaving" Azriel grinds out, turning to face Cassian, whom nods in confirmation.
With that, Azriel winnows us from the club - there one second and gone the next.
Then we're falling in the air, nothing but unbridled wind and darkness surrounding us but of course it's mere seconds before Azriel scoops me into his arms and slows our descent with his wings, steering us through the open archways of the House of Wind.
Azriel places me gently down on the floor, still steadying me with his hands as it's crystal clear I'm still shaky.
"Well, that was definitely fun" I chuckle, trying to dismiss the entire night into one of the many stories we never mention or talked about but all knew had happened, "Good night"
"Uh uh" Azriel rebuts, grasping my hand and pulling me back into his arms, wings wrapping around me to trap me in his little confrontation cocoon, "We need to talk."
"About what?" I feign innocence, pulling back from him slightly
"Everything that just happened. We're not sweeping this one under the rug," Azriel shakes his head.
"Fine, then speak!" I half shout, throwing my hands up in the air...but meeting wing instead. Azriel breathes in a sharp huff of breath, jaw clamping down and grinding his teeth together, his wings shivering, "Oh, I'm so sorry! Did that hurt?"
"No, they're just sensitive" Azriel breathes shakily, deciding something, "Even more so because it's...because it's you touching them."
"Oh" I breathe, a shiver running through my own body.
"You can't do stuff like that, Y/N" Azriel says, voice pained, "Like touch me and sit on my lap and dance with me like that..."
"Oh, do what?!" I defend, "Convince you to have a little fun for once? God, even Mor can't talk you into having any fun, I thought maybe I'd give it a shot!"
"You're the only one who could convince me" Azriel admits, "But it doesn't mean that you should."
"Wow, well, if that isn't the definition of cryptic" I scoff, "What's so bad at having fun with me anyway?"
"It is the opposite of bad" Azriel sighs and I raise my eyebrow - he was only further proving my cryptic point, "Rhys and Feyre, they-"
"Rhys and Feyre what, Azriel?" I huff, "It doesn't matter what they say-"
"He doesn't want me to get close to you because I'm looking for a replacement for Mor." Azriel cuts me off, "And I see his point. You're not Mor. You're you and if I knew without a doubt how I felt about you, I could let myself..."
"Fuck me? Fool around with me, what?" I chuckle, "Azriel, you overthink too much. I don't care if I am just replacement Mor for you. We're well beyond 500 years old and I know right now what I want is for you to fuck me."
Azriel gulps, eyes flickering between wary caution and unrestrained lust.
"What you need to decide" I whisper, reaching my hand out deliberately to stroke the smooth membrane of his wing, "Is if you're going to get out of your own head. This doesn't need to be the be all and end all. Just...fun."
"Fun" Azriel breathes, body stiffening in more ways than one, "Just fun."
"Just...fun" I confirm, taking another step closer, letting my hand drift behind me at a slower pace, my nails grazing along his wing in long, slow lines. His entire being shudders and shivers, wings flaring out and away, exposing us to the cold wind and bright stars.
"If you keep touching me like that, this'll be over before we can start" Azriel grits out, "And I want to taste you long before that."
A thrill shoots through me, my already wet core soaking further. At this point my underwear was sure to be more damp than dry, what with everything that had happened before we'd even reached the dance floor.
Azriel scoops me into his arms again, moving quickly through the House and into his bedroom. Placing me gently upon the bed, he kneels before the foot of it, my legs hanging off the edge of the bed.
We hadn't even kissed yet and he was already...oh, man, this was going to be...well, fun.
Slowly, Azriel reaches beneath the short hem of my dress, cool spots of metal from his rings hitting my skin and differentiating the warmth of his skin. He hooks his fingers beneath the top of my underwear, pulling them down and off my body before throwing them to the side, smirking at the wetness he found both on them and between my legs.
In one smooth motion, he hooks his arms underneath my thighs and pulls my core closer to his face. I wriggle slightly on the bed as if to squeeze my legs together and provide some pressure to the aching bundle of nerves between my legs but realise I can't and that Azriel's smirk reveals he knew exactly what he was doing with that.
"You ass-oh!" I begin to chide him but before I can get a word out, he delves between my legs, my hips raised to a height that all I can see is his midnight black hair as his tongue meets my core, sweeping up in one long lick to collect all the wetness already pooled in my pussy.
"Oh, gods!" I moan, one hand finding the sheets and the other gripping to Azriel's hair, fisting it in one hand, "Azriel"
Azriel moves one of his hands to slide up my thigh and my waist before resting between my hips, pushing my waist to the bed from where I'd bucked my hips to increase the contact. His tongue stops it's licking assault and instead he pushes it into me, rotating it around and using his free hand to run smooth circles around my clit, sending shivers throughout my body.
"Holy fuck, Az" I gasp, squeezing my eyes shut and my freed legs tight around his head. I feel him smile against me at the contact, my desperation to finish and instead of quickening like other males had done to me before, he maintains his pace, putting more pressure behind his movements and dragging my high out, edging me to my absolute peak.
Opening my eyes, I look down and come eye to eye with Azriel, already watching me lose my mind at his touch, a glint of predatory glee shining there, his mouth still fixed in that smirk of his. That sight of him, kneeling between my legs, consuming every last drop of my arousal and watching me come undone undoes me.
I groan loudly as I find my release, my legs slackening and then falling either side of Azriel's still kneeling form, panting loudly.
"Was that as fun for you as it was for me?" Azriel teases, coming to lay above me, one arm supporting his weight above me.
"I swear the word 'fun' has lost it's meaning the amount of times we've said it" I groan, rolling my eyes before meeting his own.
"You taste better than I imagined you would" Azriel compliments, pressing a soft kiss to my lips before pulling back, "Can you taste it?"
I could and it was hotter than I could've anticipated. The taste of myself but on his tongue...mixed with essences of him and the essence of me, it was enough to tighten my muscles.
I nod softly in response and he kisses me again, this time his tongue joins his lips and the moan that elicits from me as a result of the taste of him, the taste of me and the memories of only moments before that it called back surprises me.
"Good girl" Azriel smirks, dipping his head into the crook of my neck and leaving kisses there, trailing down from below my ear to the middle of my neck, where he bites my neck. I gasp at the short burst of pain, numbed almost immediately as his tongue swipes along the small bite before sucking on the sensitive skin there.
My breathing increases, one leg hitching over his waist whilst one hand grips the back of his neck, the other digging into the strong muscles of his back.
"Stop playing with me" I breathe, "I want you. Any of you. I don't care, just give me more, please."
"Begging me already?" Azriel chuckles, the gust of his breath across the sensitive skin he had just ravaged sending shivers through me again.
"Yes, please" I whimper, "If I have to beg, I will. I've waited for this...for a long time."
"Not so long as me I doubt."
"Is it really a competition?" I say, narrowing my eyes at him as he pulls back to look me in the eyes, "We're here now and I'm telling you I want you. Begging you. What more do you want?"
"Nothing" Azriel shrugs, "It's just so incredibly fun to hear you beg me."
"Shut up" I growl, pressing my lips to his again and kicking into that Illyrian training I'd insisted upon, I flip us over so that I'm sitting astride him, my completely exposed core resting directly above the erection that was so hard it had tightened the denim of his jeans to the point of splitting.
Swallowing the small bout of nerves I'd acquired with that thought, I placed my hands on either shoulder, grinding down onto his erection-
Azriel flips me so fast I'm left breathless. Actually, that could be his hand around my throat making me breathless.
"Who said you could go on top?" Azriel growls, eyebrows lifted, his hand tightened around my throat enough for me to see a couple stars splitting my vision with spots of black.
"I did" I breathe, being bratty.
"Bad girl" Azriel sighs, plunging his other hand between my thighs and running them up my slit torturously slowly, the cool metal of his rings brushing against my clit sending shivers of pleasure through me, "Now, I might need to consider making you waist even longer.
"Don't you-" I try but don't manage to say. Azriel releases his grip on my neck slightly, allowing more air to my lungs, "Don't you dare."
Azriel smirks, removing his hands from my body to pull his shirt over his head before wrapping an arm around my neck to undo the strings tying my dress together. With deft, practiced movement he undoes the strings and pulls my dress off in one deft movement, discarding it in the same corner my underwear vanished too.
Since it was an open backed dress, there was no bra to remove so I found myself completely naked before him, cheeks flushed, pussy swollen and already begging him to fuck me.
"You're beautiful" Azriel breathes, resting his hand on my collarbone before slowly dragging it down along my chest, through the valley of my breasts before finally resting on my stomach, "So beautiful..."
"Please" I whine pathetically, "Please, Az, stop teasing me"
For a second, the dominance I'd seen from Azriel flickered in his eyes and I could see his concern. Not only was my whine pathetic but truly pained. After my first orgasm, I was ten times more sensitive than before, meaning every touch and tease was sending me into insanity.
But the concern vanishes as quick as it appeared - and so did his teasing. Leaning up to stand on his knees, he frees me from his hands, allowing me to undo his pants. I waste no time in reaching for his buckle, undoing it quickly and moving to throw it but he grabs it from me, holding it in his hand.
Deciding to let it go, I go back to undoing his pants, popping the button before unzipping the jeans. Azriel helps me get them off him completely, as well as his boxers and-
"Holy shit, I guess the wingspan thing is right" I gape and Azriel chuckles. Without another word, he places his hand on my collarbone again, pushing my back down to the bed as before, and grabbing the belt.
Before I can question what he's doing, he's fashioned the belt into makeshift handcuffs. Grabbing my hands and pulling them up above my head, he slips them into the cuffs, tightening the leather to the point it bites harshly into the skin of my wrist.
"No touching" Azriel instructs, not that I could anyway, as he lines himself up with my entrance and in one fluid motion, he thrusts all the way into me, clamping his hand over my mouth to lock in my scream of both pain and pleasure, "You'll need to get used to me first."
I wanted to scream at him, tell him to move, make him move. It was painful, of course, he was huge, way bigger than I'd ever had before but I didn't care. Getting used to it could come later but I couldn't say anything with his hand over my mouth.
But it didn't take him long to start moving in and out of me slowly, pushing impossibly further into me with each stroke. My moan rumbles out of me, my head falling back onto the bed, hands fisting into balls with nothing to grab onto but my own skin.
"Fuck" Azriel moans into my ear as he pulls all the way out only to thrust back into me a moment later. Our moans mingle in the air, the scent of our arousals tangling up into one scent.
I writhe beneath him and he bites his lip, eyes rolling back into his head for a moment, "You're unbearable. You're so fucking hot, writhing under me like that."
He finally releases my mouth in favour of gripping one of my breasts in his hand, his own mouth joining his hand, caressing my breast with his hand whilst his tongue swirled around my nipple, suckling and bitting softly on the soft flesh.
"Azriel, fuck" I moan, "Go faster"
Apparently done with teasing me, Azriel obliges sitting up onto his knees and onto all fours, his cock impressively still inside me whilst me moved. Reaching over me, he undoes the belt handcuffs and tosses the belt to the side, taking one hand and gripping my neck from behind at the same time he pulled out and thrusted into me.
Again and again and again.
With each thrust, his pace became quicker, the thrusts more forceful until the room was filled with the sounds of our moans and skin slapping skin.
"Are you close?" I ask him, clenching my muscles around him and making the fit even tighter.
"Yes, baby, I'm very close now" Azriel grinds out and I tighten myself around him again, eliciting a harsh hiss from him, "Cum for me, baby. Now."
Tightening myself around him one last time and pushing my ass back into him, I practically scream as my release tears through me, egged on by the sound of Azriel's deep, throaty moan as his climax found him, filling me with his own warmth, our arousal dripping in between my legs, dripping down the side of my thighs.
Riding out our highs together, our moans gradually become smaller, quieter before we both collapse, Azriel on his back beside me, wings tucked in, where I just flop down onto my stomach, panting heavily.
"Woah" I breathe, "Well worth the wait"
"Without question" Azriel giggles - giggles.
I flip onto my back, wincing a little at the pain between my legs, "Did you just giggle?"
"You're surprised?" Azriel smiles and I had never seen him so light and...happy. Euphoric, even.
"Pleasantly so" I smile softly, "It's beautiful to see you so happy"
Azriel's face falls a little, as if my saying so reminded him of the sadness and self-loathing he had abandoned for a moment. I was sorry to have reminded him.
"One things for sure..." Azriel smirks, "That was most definitely fun"
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