Rhysand x Azriel x mate!reader
Summary: Azriel knew when sharing a mate with his best friend and high lord that things could become messy, what he also knew is that when he went on missions how much his shared mate and friend loved to be rougher in bed. He just didn’t realize how much
Warnings: smut, p in v, dom and sub play, choking, sex toys usage, edging, dirty talk, mirror sex, basically all smut and no plot.
Authors note: I always love ideas of shared mates and I have a couple of Eris and Azriel I can’t wait to post!
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The darkness of the bedroom was only broken by the soft glow of faelights and the reflection in the large, ornate mirror positioned across from the bed.
For centuries, you had belonged to two of the most powerful males in Prythian—Rhysand, your High Lord, and Azriel, his Shadowsinger. You loved them both fiercely, in different ways. Azriel offered a tenderness, a deep, quiet devotion that settled your soul.
Rhysand... Rhysand offered the dark, rough edges you craved, the possession that bordered on degradation, the play that made you feel utterly owned.
Azriel was away on a mission, tracking some rumor in the human lands. The moment he'd winnowed out, a wicked gleam had entered Rhysand's violet eyes.
"Alone at last, my dirty little mate," he'd purred, already stalking toward you. Now, you were on all fours, but not elegantly. Rhysand had a fist tangled in your hair, keeping your face pressed into the mattress, your cheek turned just enough so your glazed, desperate eyes could meet his in the mirror.
He was taking you from behind, his hips slamming into yours with a brutal, rhythmic force that shook the bed.
A thick, knotted dildo was buried in your ass, stretching you deliciously, and in your own hand, a buzzing vibrator was pressed firmly against your clit.
You were stuffed, stimulated, and completely at his mercy. "Gods, you just love being a hole for me to fuck, don't you?" Rhysand growled, his voice a dark melody of pleasure and power.
He watched your expression in the glass, the way your mouth fell open on a silent scream. "Such a dirty mate for me. My perfect, greedy whore. Wish Az could see his sweet princess now. See what a desperate little slut you are for a good, hard fucking."
The mention of Azriel, your sweet, gentle Azriel, sent a strange, thrilling spike of heat through you—a mix of shame and wild arousal. Without thought, a pulse of that heat, that raw need, shot down the bond you shared with your Shadowsinger.
What you didn't know was that Azriel's mission had concluded early. He'd winnowed into the townhouse, the familiar silence greeting him, until a faint, muffled moan and a wave of unmistakable, carnal hunger from your bond stopped him cold. He was at the foot of the stairs one second, and outside the bedroom door the next, shadows swirling with chaotic tension.
The scene that greeted him stole the breath from his lungs. There you were, presented like a feast, ass in the air, stuffed and used, Rhysand's powerful body moving over yours. Rhys's hand came down on your ass with a sharp crack, and you moaned, clenching visibly around the cock in your pussy and the toy in your ass.
Azriel's own cock hardened instantly, painfully, in his leathers.
Rhysand turned his head, a smirk playing on his lips. His violet eyes held no surprise, only dark amusement. "Are you just going to stand there, Shadowsinger," he panted, not missing a stroke, "or are you going to help me put our mate in her place?"
You managed to twist your head a little more, your eyes meeting Azriel's. They were wide, drunk with pleasure, and utterly unashamed. "Azzie..." you moaned, the name a slurred plea.
Then, slowly, deliberately, you stuck your tongue out at him, a lewd, clear invitation. Rhysand chuckled, the sound rich and wicked. He patted your reddened cheek. "Want his cock in your mouth, baby? Wanna prove that you're just a set of holes for us to use?"
You moaned and nodded frantically, your gaze locked on Azriel as he began to strip, his movements swift and predatory. You moaned again at the sight of his naked body, the hard lines of his muscles, and the impressive, thick length of his cock, already leaking.
He stalked over to the side of the bed. You leaned forward, your tongue tracing a long, wet line up his shaft before you took the head into your mouth with a hungry suck.
Azriel groaned, his head falling back. He watched as Rhysand delivered another stinging slap to your ass, and you shook it, begging for more.
"Gods," Azriel breathed, his voice rough with newfound understanding. "You are a whore, aren't you, little girl?"
You nodded around his cock, taking him deeper, gagging slightly before relaxing your throat. Azriel's hands, so often gentle, fisted in your hair, holding you steady as he began to fuck your mouth with soft, shallow thrusts.
Rhysand laughed, grinding deep into you. "She can take more, Singer. Don't be shy."
Azriel growled at the challenge, but it was Rhys who responded by fucking you harder, making you cry out and release Azriel's cock with a pop. You slapped Azriel's length against your tongue, looking up at him with watery eyes. "Can I come?" you begged, the words broken.
Azriel leaned over, delivering a sharp slap of his own to your other ass cheek. He looked at Rhys. "Our whore wants to come."
Rhysand laughed, a sound of pure dark joy. He slowly pulled out of your pussy, making you whimper. "I haven't let her come in what... two hours?" he mused, as if trying to remember.
You nodded desperately, pushing back against the dildo still in your ass, trying to chase any friction.
Then you turned your bleary gaze back to Azriel. "Kiss," you mumbled. His stern expression softened infinitesimally. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a deep, claiming kiss, one hand brushing sweat-damp hair from your face.
"Gods, I missed you," he whispered against your mouth, the admission stark and tender amidst the depravity.
You nodded into the kiss. "Want you in my ass," you breathed.
Both males gave you identical, stern no looks. You whined pitifully.
Rhysand rubbed your lower back. "Oh, baby," he cooed, the false sympathy dripping with malice. "Az is too big for your ass yet. You can barely take him in your pussy when he's gentle. We have to train you more."
You sighed, defeated. Rhysand rubbed a finger alongside the toy in your ass, before pushing it in more stretching you further. "I'll take this beautiful ass, baby. He can take your pussy."
You nodded, kissing Azriel once more before he moved. Azriel laid back on the bed, propped against the headboard, and patted his thigh. You crawled over to him, straddling his hips, and sank down onto his cock with a slow, trembling sigh. The stretch was immediate and immense. You leaned back against Rhysand's chest as he positioned himself behind you, your head resting on his shoulder.
"Oh, fuck," you breathed, eyes squeezed shut. "Give me a second."
Your mates chuckled darkly. Rhys turned your head and kissed you, deep and dominating, while Azriel's hands came up to play with your nipples, pinching and rolling them until you were squirming. Then you began to move, grinding down on Azriel's thick length.
The moans that left you were guttural. Azriel brought one hand up to your throat, not squeezing hard, just holding, a reminder of his control. Rhysand took that as his cue. He pushed you forward, onto Azriel's chest, giving himself the angle he needed. With a slow, relentless pressure, he began to push the dildo out and replace it with himself, sinking into your ass.
When he was fully seated, Rhysand groaned. "Fuck, I can feel him in your pussy, baby. Feel him through the wall. You're absolutely stuffed."
"I feel so full," you whimpered, the sensation of being completely occupied by both of them overwhelming.
They laughed at you, the sound affectionate and cruel, and began to move. They found a rhythm, Azriel thrusting up into your slick heat while Rhysand rocked into your tight clench, their movements creating a devastating counterpoint that made you see stars. Dirty words fell from their lips—whore, slut, our perfect little hole—accompanied by sharp slaps on your ass that kept you jolting, sensitive and on edge.
Then Azriel's shadows moved. The forgotten vibrator lifted from the sheets and pressed itself firmly against your throbbing clit.
You screamed, your body bowing between them.
Azriel kissed you, swallowing your cries. "Fuck, baby," he rasped. "You are just a hole, aren't you? Just a perfect, warm hole for us to fill."
"Just a dirty mate just for us," Rhysand grunted, his pace increasing. "You were made for us, baby. For this."
"Please," you sobbed, tears of overstimulation and bliss leaking from your eyes. "Please, can I come? I can't take it."
Azriel nodded, his own release nearing. He slapped your ass again. "Come, baby. Let us feel you."
The permission shattered you. Your orgasm ripped through you with a violence that left you blind and deaf, your inner walls clamping down on Azriel in rhythmic, pulsing waves that seemed to have no end. You were still trembling, still milking him a full minute later when Azriel gripped your chin.
"Fuck," he breathed, awe and dark desire in his eyes. "Such a dirty little mate. You're still coming."
You could only nod, and that sent him over the edge. With a guttural roar, he spilled into you, his own climax drawn out by your endless contractions. Rhysand, feeling both of you pulsing around him, pulled out of your ass and spent his release across your lower back and reddened cheeks with a satisfied groan.
The moment your back hits the mattress, you are already breathless, your skin flushed with the kind of heat that only they can stoke. Rhysand’s thighs frame your hips, his long fingers tracing lazy circles over your stomach before sliding up to tease your nipples into stiff peaks. A shiver runs through you as his touch turns possessive, kneading your breasts like he owns them—because he does. So does Azriel, who’s already between your legs, his dark hair brushing the inside of your thighs as his tongue drags through your folds with deliberate slowness. You whimper, your fingers tangling in his hair, but he just hums against you, the vibration making your toes curl.
“Fuck,” you gasp, arching into Rhys’ touch as Azriel’s finger presses against your ass, teasing the tight ring of muscle before slipping a finger inside. The stretch burns, but gods, it feels good—especially when his tongue flicks your clit in time with the slow pump of his finger. Your hips jerk, but Azriel’s free hand slams down on your stomach, pinning you to the bed as he growls, “Stay still, or I’ll make you.”
Rhys chuckles darkly, his breath hot against your ear as he leans down. “Listen to him, love. Let him fuck that pretty ass while I play with these perfect tits.” His thumbs roll over your nipples, pinching just hard enough to make you cry out, your back bowing off the bed. You’re so close already, the pressure coiling tight in your belly, your thighs trembling around Azriel’s shoulders. You can’t take it—you need—
You then yank Rhys down by his hair, crashing your lips together in a messy, desperate kiss. “Fuck, I wanna come again,” you mumble against his mouth, your voice raw with need.
Rhys pulls back just enough to smirk at you, his violet eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. “Again, baby? You just did.”
“I don’t care,” you pant, grinding your pussy against Azriel’s face. He groans, the sound vibrating through you and then his lips are on you, his taste—you—on his tongue as he kisses you deep and filthy. Your breath hitches when he pulls away only to capture Rhys’ mouth next, and fuck, watching them kiss is almost enough to send you over the edge. Their tongues tangle, slow and deliberate, like they’re savoring each other, and your pussy clenches around nothing, aching to be filled.
Azriel breaks the kiss first, his gaze locked on you as he sinks two fingers into your pussy, curling them just right. Your back arches, a broken moan tearing from your throat, and both of them laugh at you—dark, knowing chuckles that make your skin prickle.
Rhys’ mouth finds your ear, his voice a rough purr. “Such a greedy little whore for us, aren’t you? Look at you, dripping for Az’s fingers, begging for more.” His hand slides down your stomach, his fingers joining Azriel’s, stretching you obscenely. “You love taking our cocks, don’t you? Love when we fuck you together, fill you up until you can’t walk straight.” His teeth graze your earlobe. “I bet you’d love it if I took Az’s ass while he fucked you. Imagine that—both of us buried inside you, using you just how we want.”
A whimper escapes you, your nails digging into Rhys’ arms as Azriel’s fingers scissor inside you, his thumb pressing hard against your clit. “Please,” you beg, not even sure what you’re asking for anymore.
Rhys doesn’t make you wait. The vibrator buzzes to life between your legs, the sudden pressure against your clit making you jerk. “Oh, you’re so sensitive, aren’t you?” Rhys murmurs, pressing the toy harder against you. “Look at you, squirming like a little slut. You’d take anything we gave you, wouldn’t you?”
You can’t even answer. Your vision blurs as Azriel’s fingers pick up speed, the vibrator’s relentless hum pushing you closer, closer—
And then Rhys is leaning over you, his cock right there, thick and leaking, and you don’t think—you just act. Your hand wraps around his cock, guiding him to your mouth, and the groan he lets out when your lips seal around his tip is the most satisfying sound you’ve ever heard. His fingers tangle in your hair, not guiding, just holding, like he’s afraid you’ll stop.
Azriel’s chuckle is dark as he watches you take Rhys deeper, your throat opening for him. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he murmurs, his fingers never stopping their relentless pace inside you. Then his hand is on Rhys’ throat, squeezing just enough to make Rhys’ hips stutter. “Look at you, choking on her cock like the whore you are.”
Rhys’ laugh is breathless, his hips rolling shallowly as you hollow your cheeks. “Gods, Az, you’re more of a whore than our mate.”
Azriel smirks, leaning in to kiss Rhys again, slow and filthy, before pulling back to meet your gaze. His fingers twist inside you, hitting that spot that makes your thighs shake. “Gonna come for us, love?”
You moan around Rhys’ cock, the words muffled, but they don’t need to hear you to know. Your body tenses, your muscles locking as Azriel’s fingers drag out of you—only to be replaced by his tongue, flat and broad against my clit. The vibrator’s still buzzing, Rhys’ cock still in your mouth, and then—
Azriel’s fingers are back, but this time, they’re brushing your clit, fast and rough, and the orgasm hits me like a fucking freight train. Your back arches, a scream tearing from my throat as you come, your pussy clenching around nothing, as your thighs trembling. And then you squirted everywhere. Your two mates moan at this and immediately start rubbing their hands all around your body calming you down from your high.
When you finally calmed down, your mates began to raise from the bed and grab a wet cloth. Rhysand cleaned the sweat off your head as Azriel cleaned your thighs and kissed them when you hissed.
They held you there, a spent, trembling mess between them, until the last aftershocks faded. Then, with a gentleness that belied the scene, they cleaned you with soft cloths and tucked you into the center of their bed, curling around you—Rhysand at your back, Azriel at your front.
"Welcome home, Az," Rhys murmured, his voice sleepy.
Azriel pressed a kiss to your forehead, his arms tight around you. "Next time," he whispered, only for you to hear, "send the heat down the bond a little sooner."
And for the first time in weeks, you fell asleep truly, completely filled—in body, and in heart.
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