Someone said something about pegging Azami somewhere and i figured i would pull a scene out of the fwb Azami fic i am working on to oblige. This has not been beta read or edited. i dont know if its necessary but TW for choking and subspace
Anyways- dont @ me on this, i dont think Azami would be much of a brat while taking it tbh
And that was what led to now.
Soshiro's face burried in a pillow as you thrust a toy in to him harshly from behind-
He was hidding from the mirror again.
You lovingly caress a hand down his spine, watching it dip while he repositions his ass up against you again.
Your hand follows the line of his vertebrae up to his neck and then his hair- digging your hands into the soft mop before tugging his head up to look at himself
'Hmm look at that beautiful face, its a shame you keep hidding from it'
He shuffles his body again- more concerned with the way you stopped pumping into him then to care about looking into the ballet mirror on the wall of your room.
He pulls himself onto his forearms, trying to do the work himself when you grab him by the neck and drag him up and against the front of your body.
His eyes are hazy and dumb, and he whines when you put pressure on either side of his jaw to *squeeze*-
His eyes start rolling back, hips trying once again to move himself on the toy situated around your waist
But you pull your hips back
'What command did i give you Soshiro'
You release the hold on his neck just enough for the blood to flow back through to his brain, enough to see him try and fail to work his mouth before finally gasping out a quiet 'L-look'
You nod your head against him,
'And what are you not doing?'
He whines, pressing his neck further into your hand wantonly
You pull his hair, living for the soft cry that comes from his lips before his hazy eyes open again.
He squints at the mirror in front of you two, trying to make sense of what hes seeing when he moves his cuffed hands up to hold on to your arm for support
'L-' he swallows harshly, 'L-looking'
You watch his eyes run over his body, stopping for a moment at the sight of his own face before his gaze connects with yours in the mirror.
You slowly start to move your hips again, deep slow thrusts that make him groan and flick his gaze back to where the toy could be seen moving behind him
'You look so pretty like this- dont you think? Youre so beautiful Soshiro' your breath is like fire in his ear, causing a shiver to run down his back and his hair to stand on end
your hand squeezes around his neck once again, his drawn out moan echoing through your head before you let go of his neck and guide his spine to return to the floor in an arch
'Now. What will you do?' you press his spine further into the ground to give yourself some leverage to thrust downwards- an angle that makes him cry out in pleasure
'L- Ah! F-.. F-fuck.. L-look'
You chase that spot, watching his eyes as they roll and struggle to stay open enough to watch himself. When they start to close again you land an open palmed slap against his ass and he yelps in suprise, eyes opening again while you rub the skin there sweetly
'Come on Soshiro, do you see how lovely you look? You think any number of women wouldnt love to be yours?'
The silent thought that *you might* is what has him letting go, cock throbbing and spurting pathetically on the floor beneath him through gasps and moans
You slow down, enjoying the sight like its the first time youve seen him naked all over again.
You continue pumping into him- slower now, shallow and soft while he slowly comes back to you enough to whimper. His face is hidden in your pillow again, drool wetting the fabric, but you could care less.
You curl your body over his, both arms holding you up as you trail kisses across his shoulders and into his neck, stopping to suck a hickey into the skin there
Azami's whimper gets louder before turning into a cry when one hand reaches underneath him to begin softly tugging on his still hard cock
You kiss up his ear, breathing heavily into it and enjoying how he twitches in your hand at the action
You dont know, but you coo out a loving and condescending 'i know baby, i know' anyways. It makes him whine again, and there are few sounds in this world you enjoy more.
Your hips increase in strength, slow shallow strokes turning deeper when he starts to shake and sniffle beneath you.
He gives a sluggish nod of his head
As you pick up the pace a little he stretches his still cuffed hands out in front of him, digging his fingers into the blanket there before his hips jerk and he weakly moans out a second release.
His thighs start to shake so bad youre worried he will collapse, and so you set to work pulling the toy out and freeing his hands
You lean over to your nightstand, pulling out some wipes and towels from the cabinet.
His body is still in the same position but his knees must have finally given out. You slowly and carefully try to maneuver him onto his side to clean up his stomach, ass, and thighs- suprised when he still seems to be awake.
You brush a hand along his temple, pushing his hair back to look into both of his eyes- but he isnt quite seeing right now. Subspace had settled in, emptying his head and making him fuzzy inside.
You discard the wipes in your hand in favor of leaning down to kiss his forehead and pet his hair, your thigh pressing up against his own while you sat with him and tried to make sure he was comfortable.
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