morning sex in the kitchen with Az ? like you're in the kitchen preparing breakfast for your partner then he comes up behind you is your breakfast plan changes 🫣 morning sex is Canon by Az
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Azriel can’t keep is eyes off you in the morning. Especially when you’re making him breakfast, swaying slightly as you stir the eggs in the pan, your hair a mess and a sweet smile on your lips. Clad only in his own shirt. This is probably Azriel’s favourite version of you, the side that shares these soft moments with him and only him. He delights in this time with you, wants to make the most of it before you’re both shoved back into reality.
He smiles, hearing your hum of content as he hugs you from behind. Azriel leans down, nuzzling his face in your neck. He inhales your scent and tastes your skin. You sigh, relaxing against him, “G’morning, my love.” Your voice is raspy, still laced with sleep. It’s music to Azriel’s ears. He says nothing, unable to tear his lips away from your neck. You laugh when he squeezes you, hands wandering across your tummy, along your sides, grazing beneath your breasts. Even with the smell of cooking in the air, Azriel doesn’t miss the sweet smell of your arousal building from a few simple touches. He nips at your neck and you whine his name. “Yes?” His hand drops to the hem on your - his - shirt, sneaking beneath to trail along your thigh. “I’m making breaking,” You tell him, attempting to keep your breath steady as Azriel’s free hand palms your tits. “I can see that,” Azriel chuckles, feeling the warmth from your cunt as his fingers draw closer. “You’re distracting me…” Your body betrays you, pushing back against him.
Azriel’s fingers dance through the slick between your folds, he kisses your neck, tongue brushing over your skin. He whispers, “Do you want me to stop?” He circles your clit slowly and he feels you shudder in his arms. You shake your head, “No, I don’t want you to stop.”
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And that’s how Azriel now has you sprawled beneath him on the kitchen floor. Breakfast discarded and burning away in the pan. The tile is cold against your back, a nice contrast to the heat coursing through your body. Your shirt is bunched up, exposing your breasts, allowing Azriel to lick and suckle on your nipples. He has your legs tight around his waist as he ruts his hips slow yet rough grinds. His cock is deep within your sopping cunt, each drag against your squeezing walls pulling groans from his throat. You’re so tight and warm, Azriel wishes he could stay buried within you all day long. Your fingers are tangled in his hair, tugging and pulling, needing something to hold on to. With each thrust, a loud, pleasured cry passes your lips. Turning into pathetic sobs as he continues to fuck you on the kitchen floor.
Azriel shifts so he’s looking down at your face. His hands slide up your body to cradle your head and he lowers to rest his forehead against yours. “I’m here, bunny. I’ve got you. Are you okay?” He watches you blink up at him, eyebrows creasing as the pleasure overtakes you. “Yeah, yeah,” you nod frantically, “It’s so good, you’re so good. Please, please don’t stop.” You clutch onto him tighter, as if scared he’s going to leave you here wet and wanting. Azriel kisses you softly, his tongue working into your mouth. You moan in response, letting his tongue guide yours. “I’m won’t. I’m not stopping until you’re cumming around my cock, okay?” He pants into your mouth. You whine, kissing him again and sucking on his bottom lip.
Azriel can feel his stomach flexing, cock throbbing and balls tightening. He’s close to climaxing. He wants you to fall over the edge alongside him. Azriel angles his hips to hit that spot inside you with each rut of his hips. Your eyes roll back almost instantly, whispered praises tumbling from your lips. “There. There. Gods, Azriel. You feel so good, you make me feel so good.” He curses, the words and noises you release spurring him closer and closer. The clenching of your cunt becomes more frequent, your moans rising in pitch. “Look at me, bunny. I want you to look at me when we cum.”
With a soft sob, you do as he says. Eyes flickering back to gaze into his own. “That’s it, good. You gonna cum with me, bunny?” He asks, barely able to hold his climax at bay. You nod, mumbling incoherently. “Let go then, little bunny. Cum with me.”
The tight squeezing of your cunt finally throws Azriel over the edge. He trembles above you, his release spurting against your walls. Your eyes never leave the others’, staring so deeply, baring your souls to one another. Your lips are parted in a silent cry, he’s sure you’ve forgotten how to breathe. Azriel has. No air meets his lungs as he rides out his climax, hips sloppily grinding into yours. He’s overstimulated, your walls clenching rhythmically around his cock, keeping him deep inside you.
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Azriel is unsure of long you both lay there. Staring into each others eyes and panting into each others mouths. He’s examining your face closely. Azriel knows you’re beautiful, gods he reminds you every day. But he now knows beautiful is an understatement. You’re an angel. And how you ended up with him, he doesn’t know. “I love you,” Azriel breaks the silence, whispering even though you are the only ones here. Your smile makes his heart thud. “I know,” you sigh, brushing the sweat slicked hair from his forehead before pushing yourself up to press a kiss there.
The loud sputtering of eggs burning in the pan fills the room. And Azriel can’t help but laugh with you. “How would you care for some burnt breakfast?”
Chapter Synopsis : Azriel has a mini heart attack and Azriel and Gwyn sleep together
“So shall we get ready for bed?” Gwyn asked. “Yeah sure.” Azriel replied and went towards his bed. “I’ll just go and change then.” Gwyn said and went straight to his bathroom without waiting for his reply.
So they were really doing this. He was gonna help her get through her fears so that she could find a person to spend her life with. Azriel couldn’t stop himself from feeling a pang of jealousy.
He wasn’t sure if it was from imagining that he would be left lonely again and each one of his friends would have found their partner, or from imagining Gwyn with a guy.
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Gwyn thanked the house for the pajamas and t-shirt that appeared in the bathroom. The bathroom was as big as a house and Gwyn could probably spend her entire life in there.
She changed into the night suit and fixed her hair a bit. She then brushed her teeth with the brush that had appeared on the slap. She had never really wore anything except her training leathers or her priestess robes until now, but when she looked at herself in the mirror, she liked the way she looked.
The t-shirt was more of a crop top than a shirt and it let a little bit of her naval show. But she wasn’t nervous in any way. She was actually very comfortable. A sudden hint of proudness hit her and she smiled.
I am the rock against which the surf crashes, nothing can break me.
She took a deep breath, and walked out of the bathroom.
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Azriel was just staring at the ceiling trying not to be nervous when he heard the closing of a door. His gaze snapped towards the sound that came from his left side of the room and saw Gwyn walking towards his bed.
She’s beautiful.
The first thought that came in his mind that Gwyn was absolutely beautiful. He had never ever seen her like that. Her hair open and a small smile on her face.
He’d always known Gwyn was beautiful, but he refrained himself from thinking that during training because it was unprofessional.
But acknowledging someone’s beautiful isn’t unprofessional shadowsinger.
And the words slipped out before he could stop them, “You’re beautiful.”
Azriel damned his shadows to hell because he could hear them chuckling while he was having a heart attack.
Gwyn’s eyes widened a bit before her face became neutral again, “Thank you.” And continued walking towards his bed.
She silently slipped under the covers. Azriel could hear her heart beating fast. But he was sure Gwyn could hear the beating of his heart as well.
Azriel could use his shadows to mask his scent, not his heart.
“Goodnight Az,” Gwyn said before turning towards Azriel and staring at him for a second before closing her eyes. “Goodnight Gwyn.”
A/N : Short chapter againnn I knowww but my finals are coming up and I’m also preparing for Gwynriel week :)
“Give me another one, bunny. You’ve got it in you,” Azriel grunts out, hips slapping against the backs of your thighs. You sob out a moan, gripping the bedsheets tight in your fists as overstimulation wracks your body. But you nod, cock-drunkenly bobbing your head, all coherent thought having left your head. You want more. You always want more when it comes to Azriel.
He’s making you feel so good. His cock driving into your warm, sticky cunt at an unrelenting pace. “Good girl,” Azriel grins, watching your tight hole take every thick inch of him. Your cum coats his cock, a creamy ring circling his base. He’s memorised by the sight. His cock throbs harder and his mind clouds with his lust for you. You’re so fucking good to him. His perfect little bunny, eager to please. So, when Azriel wants more, and by the gods he does, he wants you to smother him with your juices. He knows you’re going to give it to him. He needs you to give it all to him.
Mewling, “Azriel!” your cunt clenches rhythmically around his cock and Azriel tightens his hold on your thigh, leaving bruises to admire in the morning. His free hand moves to play with your clit, fingers strumming the taut, sensitive bud. The added stimulation pulls a high-pitched squeal from your throat, as your head lolls back on your shoulders. “That’s it. Give it to me, bunny,” He’s a male driven mad, excited as your body tenses…bracing yourself. “Please, bunny, please. Let it go. Let it all fucking go, come on.”
You gush as you climax. Your release spurting like liquid gold. Azriel curses, pulling out of you, allowing you to soak him. His fingers never slow their torture on your clit, drawing out your orgasm for as long as possible. “Good fucking girl,” Azriel growls, loving the way your release splashes loudly against his stomach. His mind runs with the ways he wants to make this happen again, on his tongue deemed his favourite option.
Body trembling, you have to grab Azriel’s hand for him to let up on your poor clit. You’re worn out, no more left in you. Both of you panting, you attempt to regain your composure, leaning back on your elbows to gaze at the male kneeling between your legs. You flush at the sight of his muscled body shining with your release. His thighs, his cock, his stomach. He practically sparkles in the candlelight. Azriel drags his sweat-slicked hair back from his forehead, fingers brushing through his thick locks. Your stare is hungry, his own gaze still glued to your swollen cunt, as if in a trance. You whisper his name and his eyes flick to your face.
“Hey, bunny,” He sighs, rubbing gentle circles over your wet thigh. Noting the look on your face, he looks down at himself and a small smirk spreads on his lips. “Want to clean me up? Taste yourself?” Your answering smile is full of mischief, and you make a show of getting onto your hands and knees before him. “Yes please, sir,” You can’t help yourself, leaning forward to lick a bold stripe up the length of his hard cock. Azriel’s chin drops to his chest, mouth parted in a silent groan. You hum, kissing his tip before beginning to clean up the mess you made all over his pretty, toned stomach.
thinking about azriel using his shadows to overstimulate your clit while fucking your pussy and then giving you the best aftercare 👀
Back arching off the bed, a loud cry escapes your throat as Azriel tosses you over the edge of pleasure for the 4th time. Your nails have sunk into his skin, your last grip on control. “Please, please, please,” You manage to beg, your voice barely more than a shrill squeal, “I can’t cum again, I can’t!” Your cunt is throbbing, dripping with a mix of yours and Azriel’s release. You can feel every inch of Azriel’s cock as he continues to rut into you, every vein and ridge dragging against your sensitive, clenching walls. You try and squirm yet Azriel’s towering body draped over yours is restricting your movements. You only succeed in grinding against his thrusts. And you’re gasping, your clit brushing his pelvis, causing Azriel to smirk.
“You’re going to give me another one, bunny,” Azriel grunts, his pace never faltering. A warm hand slides under your head, lifting until your forehead is pressing against Azriels’. Those hazel eyes of his have darkened, you notice as they lock with yours. “I can see it. You want it, bunny. One more, give me one more.” You whine, fighting to keep your eyes open. Something tickles the skin of your thighs, yours hips. Soft whispers of Azriel’s shadows caress your skin, swirling closer and closer to where you’re connected. Another string of whines tumble from you as his shadows curl around your bundle of nerves, tears prick your eyes from the sensitivity. “Quit whining, bunny. Or i’m not stopping.”
Swallowing your responding sob, you cling onto the male harder. Eyes never leaving each other’s as he keeps pleasuring your already trembling body. His shadows are making you feel things you never have before. They’re swirling and toying with your clit, sending delight spreading across your body. The feeling surpasses the sensitivity and soon you’re moaning wildly, bucking your hips up to meet each thrust. Chasing your high. “That’s it, bunny. Feels good, doesn’t it? I know you want to cum on my cock again.” You’re nodding, so close to your next high. His cock hitting that spot inside you paired with his shadows stimulating your swollen clit have your muscles going taut. The near painful coil in your belly snapping into little pieces.
You’re babbling, “Azriel! I’m cumming, i’m cumming, i’m- fuck, fuck, fuck!” You sob, eyes rolling back, you’re losing control, shaking beneath the weight of his body. Azriel curses, the mere sight of seeing you let go triggering his own climax. He holds you close, whispering in your ear while he rides out his own high. “That’s it, there you go. That’s my good little bunny. Good job, baby.” Whimpering softly, you bury your face into his warm neck, waiting for the aftershocks to subside. His shadows now stroke your skin softly, soothing you, a contrast to their pleasure assault on your bundle of nerves. Azriel pulls out of you slowly, dragging a whine from your throat at the loss of his warmth. He shushes you, kissing your forehead before he’s winnowing out of the room.
He returns in a few moments, a wet cloth in one hand. “Come here, bunny,” Azriel is moving your body, slipping in behind you and pulling your back to his chest. “You did so good, took me so well,” His lips rests against your temple, hot breath fanning over your skin. You hum in response, settling back into his warmth. You feel his hand sliding between your legs, the cold cloth drags over your centre and you squirm away. “Az,” You begin to complain yet his free hand covers your mouth. The male laughs under his breath, “Let me take care of you,” Azriel peppers your face in kisses and you can’t help but laugh despite your efforts to struggle against him. He cleans you up and you both fall into a comfortable silence, wrapped in each other’s heat.
It doesn’t last long. As the big, scary Illyrian warrior at your back has turned into your own playful puppy. He doesn’t get like this often, so you can’t help the small smile spreading on your lips knowing he’s comfortable around you. You can feel his grin against your shoulder and his shadows wrapping around your middle. “Don’t you dare.” His shadows are already beginning to tease your waist and ribs, exactly where Azriel knows you’re ticklish, “Azriel.” He feigns innocent, nuzzling his nose against your pulse point. “I’m not doing anything, love.” Shaking your head, you tense, bracing yourself to endure the torture of godsdamned tickling.
Warnings: 18+, smut, soft!dom!Az, fingering, oral (f receiving), loss of virginity, love making, pet names (pretty girl, bunny, sweetheart), corruption, hair pulling kink
Summary/Request: based off this ask
Word count: around 3.1k
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You never knew how you got into this situation. Your back pressing against the wall in the hallway, Azriel caging you in.
He had lost the last ounce of control he held around you after you let yourself shamelessly flirt with him. After everyone began retreating to their rooms, you had stayed with him, ignoring the knowing glances and glare from your sisters. Something had stopped you, paused you when your lips grazed his. He couldn't hold it in this time, he had to know.
"Hi," you voice barely a whisper as you gaze up at him with wide eyes. Your body arched against your will, craving the heat seeping from him. Azriel's arm slid around your waist, pulling you flush to him. Dipping his head, Azriel noses at your jaw, "Hi, pretty girl." Your stomach tightens from his chosen pet name, a small whimper escaping your lips. Azriel swears he'll die if he never hears that sound again.
Your hands slide up his arms, over his leathers and the muscles you can feel beneath them. Until your arms are slung around his shoulders. Azriel rests his forehead to yours, "Why do you run from me?" He's everywhere, his scent wrapping around you, "Am I not-"
Your lips meet his in a soft kiss, short and sweet yet you allow your eyes to flutter close for a moment. Azriel, for once was taken by surprise, chasing your lips once you broke the kiss.
Azriel has been waiting for this since he first laid eyes on you. The shadowsinger almost didn't trust his ears. But his shadows seemed to be whispering, repeating the words which fell past your lips.
"I want you, Azriel. As my...my mate."
Azriel knew the term was still strange on your tongue, so accustomed to human expressions. He remains silent, taking in your words. "I've never lay with anyone before," You admit to him, "But I want to, with you. I think nerves simply got the better of me."
Azriel's hand cups the side of your face and you lean into the touch. "I want you, y/n Archeron. I've wanted you for so long." Azriel steals the breath from you, his lips slanting over your. A perfect fit. Made for each other. His tongue teases the seam of your lips, a question. Your fingers tangle in his dark hair as you part your lips, an answer. Azriel guides your tongue with his own, swirling and mingling as he explores your mouth.
It's your turn to chase his lips when Azriel reluctantly pulls back, he chuckles at your attempt. Pulling your self closer to him, your eyes grow wide. You can feel him. Part of him. Pressing against your stomach, it's a struggle to contain the whimper which threatens your throat. "We don't have to. If you're not ready."
You give his locks a tug, "Back out now, shadowsinger and I'm going to be pissed," You breathe out. Azriel grins, canines poking out. You bite your lip thinking about how they would feel sinking into your skin.
Azriel presses his lips to your jaw, kissing lightly before he begins his decent. Down your neck, his mouth trails your skin. "Maybe I should, leave you here all wet and needy," His words are hot against your neck, your thighs squeeze together, relieving some building tension. Azriel knows he could never, he needs you. The smell of your arousal was making him stupid with lust. But he enjoys teasing too much. "You can feel how I have these last few months."
Leaning your head back, you bare your neck to him. A loud whimper sounds from you, "Please don't! Please, Azriel! I need you."
Your begging sets something off in Azriel, a need he's never felt before. He groans into your neck, leaving one last, hot and wet kiss, one he knew would stain your pretty skin. And then he's guiding you along the hallway, arm still wound around you.
Your room is closer. Azriel pushing the door open to allow you to stumble inside with him. His lips were back on you in an instant, your lips, your jaw, your neck. Azriel's want to mark you, claim you taking over. You were accepting him so good, holding his head to you and encouraging him with breathy little moans.
Azriel walks back, his grip on your waist tugging you with him. He lowers to sit on your bed, a small smile on his lips as he looks up at you. "Take this off for me, bunny," Azriel says as he gently fists the skirts of your dress. You swallow hard, heat rising to your cheeks as you nod and take a step back. "Is my bunny getting shy?"
Azriel only smirks when you nod again. The look on his face makes your thighs rub together. Your fingers reach for the laces at the front of your dress, your eyes staying locked with the male on your bed as you slowly undo them. Once loose, you slip your dress off your shoulders and down your body, inch by inch, baring yourself to Azriel. His eyes follow. Raking over your breasts, your hips, thighs...Nothing but primal lust on his face as he sees you for the first time.
"You're so beautiful, y/n," Azriel sighs, bringing you closer to him, rough, ridged hands sliding over every curve of your body. You blush, looking away bashfully. His head dips to place a sweet kiss to your navel, whispering, "My pretty little bunny." His arms wrap around your body so Azriel could flip you underneath him on the bed and you gasp softly when your back hits the soft sheets.
Azriel is on his knees on the bed, shirt now discarded. Your eyes trace the swirls of black inc covering the expanse of his chest and shoulders, the patterns so beautiful on his skin. His wings tower behind him, shadows dancing around the peaks. You feel inclined to reach out and play with the dark wisps. Azriel flares his wings and you tug on your bottom lip, thighs squirming together. You take in the faint scars, the colours, the span. Your eyes drop to where Azriel's hands are opening his pants, working them off. He smirks at your whimper, knowing exactly what's caught your attention.
You're brought back when you feel the graze of Azriel's hands sliding up your thighs. His fingers hook into your underwear, slowly dragging them down your legs. "Have you ever touched yourself, pretty girl?" You shake your head. Never before having had the privacy to do so. Still, your answer seems to have set something off in Azriel, his eyes darkening. "Oh, bunny," Azriel purrs, spreading your legs apart and making your body heat up from the exposure, "Gonna let me make you feel good?"
Azriel's eyes wander to your core, you flush under his gaze. "Please." The dull throbbing between your thighs has grown stronger, almost unbearable. You need him to do something, anything to help you relieve the tension.
"I know, bunny," Azriel settles between your legs, pressing his lips to your inner thigh, "Let me take care of you," He inhales deeply, your scent intoxicating. Azriel lost his restraint, he'd tease you, mark up your pretty thighs another time, next time. Right now he's desperate to taste you. He knows you need his tongue too, your hips are squirming and your slick cunt is glistening in the dim light of the room. Begging him to lap it all up, drown in it.
Azriel dips forward, licking a slow, hot stripe up your sex. You shudder, releasing a shaky breath from the feeling. Azriel moans, guttural and long, his eyes fall shut as he basks in the sweet taste of your cunt, his tongue languidly stoking your folds, your entrance, your clit. You are by far the best thing the shadowsinger has ever tasted.
A soft cry leaves your lips when his mouth closes around your pulsing bundle of nerves, sucking. Azriel glances up to see the blissful look on your face. Your hips raise slightly, arching into Azriel's mouth while his tongue flicks across your clit. He watches your jaw drop in a long moan, "Oh my...Azriel...that's!" You're lost for words, the sensations he's giving you feel so strange yet so amazing. And it's building, winding up and up in the pit of your stomach.
Azriel hums into your cunt, dipping his tongue inside your wet hole. He reaches to take your hands that were clenching into fists by your sides. He guides them to his hair, offering you his locks to hold onto. "Here, bunny." Your fingers tangle in Azriel's dark hair, tugging gently whenever he swirls his tongue over a sensitive spot that makes you gasp. "C'mon, harder bunny," He purrs when your nails rake across his scalp. Azriel sucks harshly on your clit, teeth ever so slightly grazing the pulsing nerves. You curse, grip on his hair tightening as you pull. Hard. Azriel growls lowly, "Fuck, good girl."
You whimper loudly, the praise setting your skin on fire. Azriel's fingers gently prod at your entrance and you bite your lip, gazing down at him. He slips a long, thick finger into your pussy, pumping slowly as your walls constrict around him. He adds another finger while he groans out a mumbled prayer, "You're so tight, bunny ." You can only whimper in response, feeling his fingers drag over your hot, spongey walls. They're curling, searching for something. "Don't know if my cock is gonna fit, sweetheart."
Pleading eyes stare down at the male, a pathetic whine falling past your lips, "Then make it fit! Please!" Your face grew hot in embarrassment when your own words repeat in your mind. He was corrupting you into a needy little thing so easily. Azriel could've came right there, seeing how desperate you were for his cock. You were already sinking to begging, how could he deny you? "Alright, pretty girl. We'll make it fit."
You felt relief at that. Quickly replaced when Azriel's fingers quirk over something inside you, so sensitive it pulls an involuntary, strangled moan from your throat. You know Azriel is smirking against you, his ego swelling from the reactions he's pulling from you.
His mouth works your pulsating clit. Sucking as his tongue flicks firm patterns across you. Azriel slips a third finger into your cunt, you whimper from the slight pain, knowing he needs to work you open as much as possible. It ceases back to pleasure and soon enough, you're writhing on the bed. Held down by Azriel's forearm in an act to keep your hips still.
That feeling in your stomach grows more prominent. It's like you're about to explode. Your legs are shaking, toes curling and you struggle to speak around a string of little high pitched moans. "Ah- Azriel..." You manage, confused by what's happening, you're gripping his hair in shaky hands.
Azriel can feel you squeezing his fingers, he knows your close. He also knows this is the first time you have been. He soothes you through muffled words, tongue still swirling around your clit. "I know...t's okay, bunny, give it to me. Let go, gonna catch you." You can't do anything other than what he says.
Your body locks up when you allow yourself to fall over a steeping edge. Waves of pleasure roll through you, a sensation you've never felt before. Your eyes have rolled back, mouth hung open in a silence cry and you can't help but close your thighs around Azriel's head. Half in attempt to get the male to let up, the other never wants him to stop.
Azriel's tongue and fingers don't stop the constant flicking and curling. Dragging the feeling out as long as he can.
Your hips buck into Azriel and you find your voice again. After gulping down a few breaths, you sob out, "Az...Az, p-please!" You're not entirely sure what you're begging for. His ministrations begin to slow. Azriel's tongue laps over your cunt, drinking up your slick release.
You swallow and glance down at Azriel. The sight you're met with is beautiful. There's a lazy smile on his wet lips as he groans deep in the back of his throat, "That's my good girl," His face his soaked with your juices, you can't even bring yourself to feel embarrassed about it. Not when his tongue darts out, catching your remaining essence on his lips. Your core clenches, remembering the way his tongue was doing just that somewhere else mere moments ago. "How'd you feel, bunny?"
His eyes are dark as he climbs up your body, engulfing you with his size. You release a sigh, a smiling at him, "Amazing." Azriel dips his head down to catch your lips with his own. A soft moan passes into his mouth when you taste yourself on his tongue. You widen your legs for him to settle between and your breath hitches in your throat. Azriel's cock, hot and heavy and huge, rests against your sensitive cunt. You whine lowly and rock your hips against him, smearing your slick up and down the length of him. "Need more, don't you, pretty girl?" He nips gently at your jaw, "Gods, you're perfect."
You shiver, taking Azriel's face in yours hands, pulling his head up to look into his eyes. "You're perfect," A grin tugs at your lips, "And you're mine."
"Yours," He whispers in return. You giggle softly, his shadows tickling your skin as they envelope you. With another kiss to your lips, Azriel looks and reaches down to his cock. You bite your lip, muffling a moan when he runs his cock through your sloppy folds, teasing you. Your head tips back against the pillows, "Please," You sigh.
Azriel takes your hand, holding it by your head as he laces his fingers with yours, "Look at me, bunny." You do. And your jaw falls slack when Azriel's cock breaches your core. Azriel squeezes your hand, holding himself back, he's barely inside you. He wants nothing more than to sheath himself in your little cunt.
You already feel so full. It hurts a little but Azriel toys with your clit, his fingers heightening your pleasure. Azriel drops his head into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily, "Almost, pretty girl, you're almost takin' all of me. My good girl," He's panting, refraining from thrusting to hard into you. You were squeezing him so tight, it was difficult for him to move.
You both moan loudly when he bottoms out. Your hand slides across his shoulders, up into his hair then down to graze his wing. You feel him twitch inside you. "Move, Az," You mewl, arching up to him, "Please move."
Azriel draws back, he takes your other hand so he can hold them both above your head. He's in control. It makes your stomach twist in arousal. His eyes burn into yours with a passion as his hips rock against your own. You cry out, "Oh, Gods!" He's so deep, stretching out your unused cunt so good. You can feel every vein and ridge of his cock sliding against your hot walls.
Azriel smirks down at you, setting a slow yet harsh, deep pace as he thrusts into you. "No god could make you feel like this, bunny," He groans, laying his forehead against yours. You whimper, wrapping your legs around Azriel's waist. "You're taking me so well, pretty girl," He moans deeply, "So good for me."
That sensation came back. You're close. His cock making stars dot your vision. Every drag in and out of your cunt felt so fucking good, you were gripping him tightly, not wanting to let him go. Each time Azriel plunged back into your warm, inviting heat, your head spun, his cock slipping deeper than you ever thought possible.
Your climax is stronger than the first. Your entire body trembles beneath Azriel, a layer of sweat coating your skin. Your mewls. Your gasps of pleasure are caught in Azriel's mouth. He swallows each one with desperation. You're squeezing his hands almost as tightly as your cunt is clenching around his cock. Over and over, your core throbs around him, dragging him into his own high.
Your name is a long groan into your mouth as his release fills you completely. Thick ropes of his cum spurting into your cunt, slipping out and making a mess of you both as he continues his slow thrusts. Softer now to ride out the aftershocks of your orgasms.
You kiss him, gently moving your lips against his. He responds with a soft hum, letting go of your hands to wrap his arms under you, around you. Azriel rolls onto his side, keeping his still half-hard cock wrapped in your heat. He wasn't ready to be away from your warmth yet. Just as you weren't quite ready to feel empty. Your arms wind around his neck as Azriel's wing drapes over you protectively.
"That was so good...so good," You finally say after laying in comfortable silence. Azriel chuckles, nodding in agreement, dragging his fingers across your cheek to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your pointed ear.
"I'll have to take you to the house tomorrow, maybe the cabin. So, I can keep you in bed, bunny, all to myself," He nudges your nose with his, "I'm never going to get enough of you." You smile, hugging yourself closer to him. Your mate. You know you'll never get enough of him either. You almost whine knowing you'll have to leave Azriel's warmth briefly tomorrow, even though it results in more privacy for the both of you.
Embarrassment floods you for a moment, remembering you're still in your sisters home and neither of you were shy of being loud.
Azriel hums, bringing your attention back to him. "Suppose we'll have to start looking into a place of our own," He says, making your heart flip in excitement. Azriel's voice drops and he leans in to brush his lips by your ear, "Then I'll fuck you on every piece of furniture we have, bunny."
He doesn't miss your soft moan. Or the way your heat constricts around his cock. You slant your lips over his, mumbling as your hips slowly wind against him, "That better be a promise, shadowsinger."
Azriel hisses through a grin, the both of you still sensitive. "Of course," His fingers dance up your spine, "And I never break my promises."
Warnings: 18+, smut, voyeurism, dark!azriel, masterbation (f and m), joe goldberg vibes, choking, penetrative sex, dark fantasies, mentions of kidnapping
Summary: One peak wouldn’t hurt. But he loves you. And that makes him dangerous.
Word count: 2.5k
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Azriel knows it's wrong. He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't be watching you. You're not his.
Yet he can't help himself, pausing outside the room when he heard it. When he heard the sweet, erotic whispers of your voice. He steps closer, the door is open, just a little. Wide enough for him to take a peak, just one. He needs to see you only once. And then he'll leave.
Your voice becomes clearer when Azriel pads closer to your bedroom door. His cock stirs in his pants. You're gasping. Moaning. Anger flares him briefly, jealous he's not the one drawing those sounds from you.
Concealed by the darkness of his shadows, he finally peers into the room, clenching his jaw to steady himself for the sight he's about to see. The sheets are on the floor. Oh gods, that must mean- Azriel's legs almost give out when the scent hits him, when his eyes, now dark with lust land on his unknowing prey. He's curious how such a delicious meal has stumbled out right before his eyes. Yet, he's not allowed a taste. The sweet smell of arousal fills his senses, shooting straight to his already throbbing cock. He can't look away. You're bare, pretty skin on display for his eyes to feast.
Your head is thrown back but Azriel can still make out your pleasured expression. Your chest is heaving, nipples peaked against cool air even though a shear line of sweat coats your body. Your legs are spread wide, revealing every intimate inch of you. Exactly how Azriel would want you. He wishes he was standing over you, wishes he was the one toying with your pretty cunt. He wants to degrade you, call you filthy names for exposing yourself so eagerly, give that soaking pussy a spank or two. And somehow, Azriel knows that's just how you like it.
He watches as your fingers nimbly circle your bundle of nerves and the breathy moan you release goes straight to his cock. Azriel's lust overtakes his shame as his hand drifts to his crotch. He palms his confined length, watching your juices seep from your little hole. Azriel's wets his lips, silently begging to taste your nectar. He wants to spend hours between your legs, mouth ravishing your cunt as he takes you over the edge again and again.
Azriel trails his eyes back up your body, loving the way you twitch and squirm. Your free hand is running along your body, squeezing the soft flesh of your breasts and caressing your skin, heightening the pleasure you give yourself. Your fingers slide lower, teasing your needy entrance, pulsing and clenching, desperate to be filled. A soft whine slips past your lips when you dip two fingers inside your cunt. "Mmh, please." Your voice is a lovers caress. So sweet and fragile.
Azriel watches your fingers so slowly sink within you. He flexes his hand, imagining how much only two of his own fingers would stretch your cunt. You'll be so tight and warm, squeezing around your digits as you begin to pump them in and out, drawing another sensual sound from your throat. Neither his or your own fingers would be able to prepare you for his cock. Which is throbbing painfully, straining against his pants. By the mother, he shouldn't. If he was to be caught… It’s disgusting. It’s- it’s wrong. You’re not his. But the sight of you. Gods, the smell of you. It's intoxicating. The aromatic arousal is clouding every single one of Azriel's senses. And he can't resist the urge for relief.
A needy cry from you luckily masks Azriel's short grunt as his fist closes around his cock. The precum flowing from his tip allows him to move his hand easily over his length, relieving some of the built up tension. Azriel still can't tear his eyes away from your beautiful body. Your fingers move faster. Azriel can hear the wet slosh as you thrust them in and out. You must be soaking, dripping down and soiling the sheets beneath you. Azriel squeezes his cock, thinking of how he could wait until you move into the restroom, allowing him enough time to sneak in and nose at your sheets. Your taste might linger.
"Fuck, right there," You whimper, you're rubbing your clit as well now. Fingers of your free hand frantically circling the swollen nub while your others continue to bury inside yourself. Oh, you're such a desperate little thing. So eager to put on a show for him. You want him to see, to indulge. And that’s exactly what Azriel will do. "Need you so bad, please," You're whining, almost incoherently, "Right there, Ah- fuck," Your back is arching off the bed, a sly smile spreading on your lips, "Oh please, Azriel."
Azriel grips the doorframe, the wood straining against his grip. He steadies himself, stops himself from releasing right then and there. He can't yet. Not now that you're moaning his name, thinking of him while you bring yourself closer to climaxing. Oh, you're a bad girl. Azriel is in love. His name is on your tongue again, your tone has changed. "Azriel," Smugness lacing your voice, "I know you're out there."
The male freezes. Fuck. He readies himself to leave, to winnow away and put a lot of space between you before he needs to face you again. He doesn't know how he's going to cope being away from you for so long. But-
"Azriel, please," Azriel looks back to you, your wrist has ceases its movements. Your fingers, still concealed by your cunt, resting there in your warmth. "Please help me." Azriel hesitantly pushes your bedroom door wider, you're gazing over to him, a small smile on your lips. It's true. You want him just as badly. "Dreaming about your cock isn't as good as the real thing," You whisper, eyes dragging down his cock resting heavily in his hand.
He goes to you, settling his features into a cool calm, smirk staining his mouth. You push up into a sitting position once he's kneeling between your spread legs. Azriel watches you retract your fingers from your cunt and offer them to him. He holds your stare, cock twitching at the doe eyed look you give him. You don't flinch away when his scarred hand wraps around your wrist, instead tugging your lip between your teeth. He guides your wrist, gently pulling your hand towards his face. Azriel's jaw drops and he takes your arousal soaked fingers into his mouth. Closing his lips around your digits, he sucks softly, you moan out at the suction. Azriel eases his tongue between your fingers, soothing over your slick skin. He groans shamelessly the second your taste coats his tongue, it's better than he imagined. You giggle softly as he continues lapping at your fingers, needing to swallow every essence of you. He's addicted.
He slides your fingers from his mouth, pausing to press a kiss to the pads of your fingertips, a sweet gesture. Cocking your head, you smile at him. Gods, how your smile has him hooked. He drops his eyes to your shimmering cunt, your taste still dwelling on his tongue as it darts across his bottom lip. Your responding laugh sends a shiver down his spine, tingling across his wings. Your finger hooks under his chin, forcing his eyes back to your face, "Another time, sweetheart. You can bury that warm tongue inside me for hours if you'd like," Your thumb grazes over his lips, voice trembling when Azriel licks your soft skin. "But for now, I want you to fuck me. I need to feel your cock." Your voice trails into a small whine, "You're so big, Azriel. I want it all."
Azriel swallows, draping over you until his forehead rests against yours. He can feel the gentle whispers of your breath on his face. Azriel glides his hands along your thighs, nearing your heat. He looks down to where his thumbs spread apart your sloppy folds and groans at the sight of your gaping hole- still so small compared to the size of him. "I'll break you."
Nuzzling your nose against his, you reach for his cock. Azriel's eyes flutter shut when your fist wraps around him, he can only imagine what your cunt is going to feel like. Your thumb swirls around his tip while you whisper, so quiet, his shadows can barely hear you. "Please, Azriel. Do it." Azriel couldn't say no to you, even if he tried. You want to feel all of him, who is he to resist you. Azriel lowers you back to the bed, eyes wide as they search your face. The look in his eyes darken when you whimper softly, the head of his cock nudging and parting your folds. Azriel turns feral, he needs his cock inside you. He has a primal urge to split you apart and make you scream for him.
You find his wrists, guiding his hands along your body. Azriel cups your breasts, squeezing and kneading. You arch to him, pleading again. "I know, little one," He coos to you, "Gonna give it to you." Azriel slides his palm up to cup the side of your face, making you look at him as he pushes his hips forward. You choke when his cock breaches your tight hole, mouth dropping in a silent moan.
Azriel curses through broken, breathy groans. Your cunt is silk around his cock, hugging him so tight, he's unsure if he'll be able to fit inside you. He's struggling to contain himself, the wet warmth twitching around him is causing his balls to tighten. He grunts, sliding further into your heat. He can't. He needs to feel you coming on his cock first. You notice and reach up to stroke his cheek, "It's okay, it's okay," You whisper, winding your hips up to his, trying so desperately to take him deeper, "Gods, you're so big. Please. Please just fuck me."
Azriel chokes out a moan, surging his hips forward. You cry out, forced to take each thick inch of him. "Oh, gods!" You cling to Azriel's shoulders, head thrown back in complete bliss. He gives you what you need, rutting his hips into yours as if he's an animal in heat. Azriel is claiming you. He feels your legs hooking around his body, digging your heels into his arse, driving him deeper with each thrust. "Fuck, you feel so good. Such a good girl for me, little one." Azriel's head falls forward, dark curls falling over his forehead. He watches his cock thrusting into you, glistening with your slick with each draw back. He takes your face in his grip, fingertips digging into your soft cheeks, "You're so fucking filthy. And you're mine."
You're making such pretty noises. Chanting and sobbing and begging Azriel for more. "Yes, yes yes!" Your hips are bucking off the bed to meet Azriels. He grunts, rewarding you with harsher snaps of his hips. You mewl, "Azriel, please...just like that. You're so good!" Azriel's hand slides to your throat, gripping and emphasising the power he holds over you. Your cunt seems to gush in response, another flood of arousal coating his cock.
Azriel curses, feeling your cunt clamping down on him. Over and over. It takes all of his might not to release due to your overwhelming tightness. Your breath comes out in long whines and your thighs are trembling around his waist. Azriel's lips twist into a predatory smile, "That's it. Cum on my cock. Cum for me so I can stuff this pretty little cunt full." You nod as best as possible with his hand clamped around your neck. You're eyes flutter and mumbles fall from your lips, muttering about how close you are, about how good his cock feels. Your hand reaches between you and him, fingers finding your clit to give you that last push over the edge.
You sob loudly, jerking beneath the large male. Azriel witnesses the waves of pleasure washing over your features. His eyes don't leave your face. Gods, he knew you'd look pretty when you climaxed. Your cunt is convulsing around him cock so tightly, he can't pull out. Azriel drops his hips to yours, grinding shamelessly into you as he chases his own high whilst helping you draw out your orgasm. Azriel releases your throat to harshly grip the sheets beside your head. "Good girl. Fuck, little pussy's so tight. You're gonna be so full." He's grunting, feeling his stomach flexing as his length twitches within your pulsing cunt. "Good girl. My fucking good girl." His balls tighten, gods, just a few more-
Fuck.
Azriel's knees buckle. Thick ropes of cum spurt from his cock, spattering wetly on the floor at his feet. He manages to stay upright, ceasing the movements of his hand working his cock. Oh fuck. He curses himself, glaring at his seed soiling his boots. Azriel looks back through the gap in the doorway. He can hear your heavy breathing, can see the rise and fall of your chest. Your arm is draped across your forehead as you come down from your climax. Azriel will never get the look on your face as you climaxed out of his mind. An image imprinted forever.
Your hand eases away from between your legs, Azriel can see the strings of cum connecting your shining fingers. You moan softly, exhausted from your erotic activities. The sound is almost enough to have Azriel's cock standing proud again. He clenches his jaw. He needs to go. He needs to leave you. For now.
Azriel grimaces as he uses the sleeve of his shirt to wipe his own release from outside your door. Silent as a mouse, he peers back into your room. This- this was so wrong. Yet it felt good, it felt natural. Azriel could've sworn he felt your wet cunt sheathing him. You've curled up atop your bed, body still bare. He wishes you could be nestled into his side, sleeping soundly while Azriel traces gentle patterns across your skin, soothing you and ensuring he hadn't been to rough. Azriel smiles. A genuine smile as he watches you. One day.
Even if he has to take you against your will, keep you hidden in a cabin he'd purchased a while back. He's spent time decorating the house. Made sure to feature a strong amount of your favourite colours. You're a reader. He has an entire room, moulded into a library so you can spend as long as you want indulging in your fantasies. One day. You'll love him as much as he does you. He'll make sure of it.
Azriel makes sure you're asleep before winnowing quietly into your bedroom. He smiles softly as he towers over your body. Azriel picks up the sheets discarded on the floor and gently drapes them over you body. Before leaning down to press his lips to your temple, breathing in your scent.
Azriel eases your bedroom door shut behind him, he can't risk having anyone walking past and creeping on you. Azriel would kill them on sight.
After having spent years alone, relying on brothels and one night stands to feed the tension in his body.
But you- you love him. You’re his pretty and perfect other half. Azriel adores you.
So, you can’t tell me he wouldn’t have his hands all over you. He gets desperate. You make him needy.
He finds himself longing to feel you throughout the day, no matter of where you both may be
Azriel needs to remind himself that you’re all his, and show you just how how grateful he is for that
And you’re more than happy to comply.
Allowing the shadowsinger to drag you away from your friends and outside to the alleyway behind Rita’s. He’ll have your skirt bunched around your hips, lower half exposed to anyone to see if they were to turn the corner. Your arms wrap around his neck and your leg is slung over his hip, keeping him close while he buries his cock deep inside you. With each rut of Azriel’s hips, your back digs into the rough wall behind you, the coolness of it soothing the fire he ignites in your body. “Hush, little bunny,” Azriel grunts into your neck when your moans grow louder and louder. His cock is hitting all the right places, your cunt flutters and tightens around him, desperately trying to keep him sheathed within you. “They’ll hear you. They’ll all know you’re a little slut for me, bunny.” Azriel clamps a large palm over your mouth when you simply sob out his name in response- the sensations too good for you to care. But Azriel knows. He can feel the slick gushing from your cunt, knowing that deep down, that’s exactly what you want. So, with a growl, he pounds you harder, needing to feel you cumming on his cock.
After that, you come to realise how much you and Azriel adore the risk of being caught…
At dinners with the IC, you’ll often feel the soft whispers of his shadows spiralling around your leg. Taunting. Teasing. Twirling up and up until they’re caressing your inner thighs, leaving you squirming in your seat. There’s times when he riles you up so badly, you need to excuse yourself. And Azriel always has a reason to follow you into the kitchen. Resulting in you propped up on the countertop, Azriel’s head between your legs as he sneaks a taste of dessert. Your panties are balled up and pushed past your lips, keeping your pathetic whimpers at bay while he slurps on your cunt, working you to a blissful high
Or he’ll have you bent over, facing the door as he takes you from behind. Azriel has a fist in your hair, keeping your head up so that if anyone were to walk in, they’d see the pleasure written on your face. “You like this, don’t you? I can feel you squeezing my cock, bunny, you’re getting off on this. Little whore…you want them to see. You want them to know you’re mine. Fuck, I love you. Don’t you ever fucking forget that.” Azriel rambles, groaning through gritted teeth as he fucks you at a relentless pace. Making you see stars. He knows your body better than you do, he has you on the verge of wailing for the whole of Velaris to hear. Yet the fluttering feeling of risk is too exciting. Your teeth bite into your bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood as you slip over that steep edge into the depths of pleasure, Azriel quick to follow, his own canines puncturing your shoulder to silence his growls of euphoric release.
Oky oky how about this...sub azriel? Dom reader finally riding az's face and he is abover cloud 9
“You want a taste, sweetling?” Your fingers card through Azriel’s hair, a grin on your lips as you hover above the males face. Your cunt just out of reach from his desperate mouth. The sound of clinking is music to your ears as he tugs on the chains secured around his wrists. “Please,” Azriel groans, pained. “Please, baby, i need it.”
You’ve had him begging for hours, wanting to see how far you could push him. Now the great spymaster is bound and pleading beneath you, nuzzling against your thigh in desperation.
You coo, contrasting with how you tighten your fist in his hair, drawing a pleasured hiss from his lips. “You’re going to make me cum as many times as I want, sweet boy.” You say before finally lowering your cunt to his face. Azriel’s response is a mumbled flurry, his mouth latching to your sex, tongue sliding through your wetness. You moan put together. Your hips rock, grinding down on his pretty face, taking advantage of how eager he is to please you…
