Hi! Omg so first I want to say I absolutely LOVE your writing, I am constantly on your page reading your work and get so excited when I see an update. So I was wondering if I could request something? It’s NSFW. Basically, reader is Rhysand’s sister and Azriel’s mate. She is a daemati like Rhys. Her and Azriel are having sex one day and he has her tied up and blindfolded, and in the middle of it she uses her powers to see through his eyes and watches as her fucks her, but she never gets to see him or his face until they’re done. Thank you so much!!
Mind Games | Azriel x reader
A/N: this is a fuck fest, you guys. I think I blacked out somewhere around the middle, I honestly can’t tell you. Tysm for requesting this, sweet anon! The ending's a bit bumpy but I hope you still like it! 🫶
Word count: 1592
Warnings: pure SMUT (18+) right under the cut!!
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Her chest was heaving as she wrapped her fingers around the rope keeping her hands tied to one of the bars of the headboard. She felt him everywhere, felt the heavy drag of his cock as he pulled out almost all the way before rocking back into her with a hard roll of his hips. She felt his hands on her, his shadows, his gaze.
She felt everything, but she couldn’t see.
“You’re beautiful like this,” Azriel spoke in a low voice, though there was a breathless note to his words. His hands tightened on her hips. “Always taking me so well.”
She loved when he talked through it—when it got so good that even the quiet shadowsinger couldn’t hold his tongue.
The corners of her mouth curled, teeth finding her bottom lip to keep from grinning all to widely, but suddenly, Azriel leaned forward from where he knelt between her thighs, and her grin slipped at the change in his angle. A choked sound left her, but it didn’t travel far, as Azriel caught it with his mouth.
His lips claimed hers in a deep kiss, one of his hands travelling up her body to curl loosely around her throat, and when he pulled back far enough for his tongue to travel along the edge of her jaw, she couldn’t suppress a shiver.
A soft moan left her when his lips found the shell of her ear, hot puffs of breath forcing goosebumps to arise on her skin.
“I wish you could see what it’s like to fuck you, my love,” he whispered, teeth finding her earlobe. “It’s indescribable.”
She smiled at that. “Is that an invitation?”
Azriel gave another long roll of his hips, and she failed to suppress a moan at the depth of him.
This time, when he spoke, she could hear the smile in his voice. “With you, it’s always an invitation.”
She concentrated on his mind then, and as she reached out across their bond to run her lips along the solid mental shields he kept in place, she felt him shudder against her.
His shields opened just wide enough for her to slip through, and she felt a moan pass her lips as she wrapped her mind around his, weaving through his thoughts, tasting his emotions.
He kissed her hard, their tongues slipping against each other, and his groan vibrated though her.
It was when he retreated back to his knees that he shared with her the sight of what lay before him.
She breathed a moan at the sight, and she felt his desire burning through her like fire, mixing with hers, amplifying when he moved his hands back to her hips to hold her in place as he withdrew from deep inside her.
Her legs lay draped over his thighs, her arms stretched over her head to bare her body to him, wrists tied to the headboard. He wanted to run his hands over her body, wanted to bite the soft flesh of her breasts, and run his tongue down her front until it would find the sweetness between her thighs.
She tasted herself on her tongue as Azriel recalled the memory of what had happened earlier that evening, of her moans as he’d sucked on her, as he’d licked her and held her thighs open for pleasure to overwhelm her.
He’d loved every second of it, and she could feel his desire to repeat it after this. She always tasted a bit different after he’d fucked her.
He ran his palms up her body, and she marvelled at the contrast of scarred palms on smooth skin, of wide, rough fingers cupping the supple flesh of her breasts. She felt a wave of pleasure at the sight, at the way he held her, kneaded her—the way his fingers rolled her nipples. She couldn’t keep track if it was her own pleasure she felt, but she arched her back to push her chest deeper into his palms, and she saw the result through his eyes—her head tilted back to reveal the delicate curve of her throat, her lips parted in a moan he could feel in his loins.
You’re a work of art, my love, she heard him purr in his mind, the words wrapping around her like a blanket.Watch.
Her cheeks heated at the sight of his length gliding back inside, gliding deeper and deeper until their hips were flush. She thought she heard herself moan with the intrusion, but above all, she sensed Azriel’s desire to take her harder. He wanted to fuck into her over and over again, wanted to hear her skin slap against his, wanted to see her writhe in pleasure before him.
She watched her own hands pull harder on her restraints, the muscles of her thighs flexing at the images she found flickering through Azriel’s mind.
Do it, Az, she whispered into his mind like the voice of temptation. Take me.
At once, Azriel’s palms slipped down the length of her body to settle on her hips once again, and at the first harsh snap of his hips, his fingers dug into her flesh to pull her into his thrust.
Her back arched off the mattress, a guttural groan breaking from her throat as he set a hard rhythm that had her hands move to wrap around the bars of the headboard for more leverage.
Azriel’s mind began to grow hazy with pleasure, and as she watched through his eyes as he fucked her body, she fucked his mind in return.
She poured all her desire into him, set the bond aglow with her want, and laced herself into each of his thoughts until she couldn’t tell where she stopped and Azriel began.
When he closed his eyes to tilt his head back for a choked groan to break from his throat, Azriel cut off her sight for just a moment.
“Fuck, I love it when you do that,” he panted, his voice only a breath mixed in with the orchestra of their bodies, and she loved the note of desperation it held—like she alone had the power to drag him to the very edge of control.
When he looked back down at her, she watched the way her body fought to meet his thrusts, though her quivering muscles made it harder and harder the longer it went on.
The sounds were falling from her lips freely now, and she felt the little shocks they sent down his spine each time. He liked her whimpers most of all, liked when her back curled off the mattress and her hips began to twitch between his palms.
She watched through his eyes as Azriel moved his hand to the soft flesh of her lower belly, and when he pressed down just hard enough for her to feel the pressure of him deep inside of her, she came with a moan that bordered on a sob.
She clung to his mind as she writhed beneath him, and when Azriel followed her with a tight grip on her hips and a desperate groan, she could feel his own pleasure mix with hers until every last inch of her mind was glowing with it.
He leaned forward then, once again changing the angle as his hips urged closer to hers, and when his lips met hers, she gasped at the sudden contact.
He pressed her deep into the pillows, and she felt the way her body twitched against him, waves of aftershock rolling through her as he brushed against her most sensitive parts.
My love, Azriel’s voice rang through her mind as he trailed his nose along her cheekbone, brushing against the fabric of her blindfold as he did so.
She didn’t know how long they’d lain like that, but her breathing had calmed a bit, her muscles no longer shaking but rather deliciously sore. She felt his fingers move to untie the rope that held her, and when she was free, she lifted her hands to his cheeks and pulled him back into a deep kiss.
Bit by bit, she untangled herself from his thoughts, from his emotions, his innermost being, and as she retreated from his mind, she felt the last waves of love he sent after her before his mental shields closed and only the bond was left to thrum with what they’d shared.
Neither one of them wanted to break the kiss, but when Azriel gently tugged the blindfold from her face, she couldn’t help but pull back and meet his gaze. She’d longed to see his eyes. They were always the best part—the windows to his mind whenever she wasn’t wrapped up in him.
“You’re amazing,” Azriel said quietly, big hands framing her face as he breathed a sweet kiss to her lips. “To feel what you feel, it’s … breath-taking. No one’s ever fucked me like that,” he added with a teasing grin.
She couldn’t help the giggle that passed her lips when she wrapped sluggish arms around his neck.
“Glad to hear I can be of service,” she spoke softly, twirling one of the longer strands of his hair around her finger. “But I’m sure my brother would have done you a solid if you’d asked.”
Azriel growled deep in his chest, a pained expression entering his face. “Maybe don’t talk about your brother right after some of the best sex we’ve ever had.”
“Aw, the best sex?” She grinned up at him. “Stop, Azzie, or I might blush.”
