nerdy shy med student azriel teaching you anatomy by fingering you and explaining everything like the little itty bitty nerd he is. you’re just writhing beneath him, going cross-eyed as he abuses your g-spot.
“Technically, this should… work, i mean— you should feel pleasure,” he murmured, half to himself, half to you. He was looking up at you with a blushy, shy expression as his fingers expertly pumped in and out.
“um, so, now i’m stimulating a point called the Gräfenberg spot, or g-spot.” he explained when you couldn’t talk back properly, all moany and fuzzy-brained.
“It refers to a erogenous area on the anterior vaginal wall and it typically makes women feel copious amounts of pleasure.” Azriel’s voice trembled a little as he adjusted his glasses.
“And if I put my thumb right here and rub,” he murmured, hesitating just a second as though double-checking a mental diagram, “you’ll feel even more… pleasure.”
He swallowed, eyes flicking up nervously before he continued, his voice trembling between curiosity and awe. “It’s called the clitoris. It has over eight thousand nerve endings — more than anywhere else on the female human body. It’s… actually the only organ made solely for pleasure.”
When he looked up once again, his face was bright red, pupils blown out and brows knotted in concentration. “Does it… feel good?” he swallowed hard, the faintest smile tugging at his mouth.
notes; bit of a shorter and shittier one today, may have another go at this in a different angle in the future
kinktober/flufftober masterlist
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it was late when azriel got back from his mission, he trudged into your shared bedroom, noticing your sleeping form in bed. you must’ve gone to bed hours ago, hair messed on the pillow and sheets twisted as if you’d been tossing and turning without him. he smiled to himself as he stripped himself of his weapons and leathers, then headed to have a quick bath, not wanting to get all the blood and grime on you.
when he returned, towel rubbing over his hair and boxers hanging low over his hips, he saw you sat up in bed, knuckling roughly over your eyelids. he traipsed towards you, throwing the towel across the room and guiding your hands away before gently thumbing over your eyes.
“don’t be so rough with yourself, baby,” he murmured, tilting your chin up to look at him. you gazed at him, eyes full of love, corners of your mouth turning up slowly. you raised your arms up towards him, hands repeatedly clenching and unclenching in a grabby motion, wanting him to hold you.
he nudged you across the bed, sliding in beside you before slipping an arm around you to pull your back to his damp chest. he pressed kisses into the crook of your neck, trying to settle you down again before he fell asleep.
he closed his eyes, fatigue washing over him as he breathed in the smell of you, blissful at having returned to his mate.
he was just drifting off as you briefly wiggled your hips against him. he ignored it, thinking you were just getting comfortable, until you did it again, this time pressing back into him. he groaned your name when the scent of your arousal washed over him, now knowing what you were trying to do. you started grinding against him, seemingly caught up in your late night lusting.
“‘m too tired, pretty girl,” he squeezed your hip in warning, trying not to pass out on you.
“need you, though. please, az?”
he groaned again, knowing you wouldn’t let up when you’re like this. eyes still closed, he pulled his cock out, shoving his boxers down in the process before tapping himself against your bare heat. you always went without underwear at bed time, preferring to “let it breathe”, whatever that meant. azriel wasn’t quiet sure how your pussy was supposed to be breathing of all things, but it worked out quite well for him in situations like these, which tended to happen more often than not.
when he finally pressed himself into you, slick coating his cock and helping ease him in, you let out a whimper, turning your head to bury it into your pillow. he squeezed your hip again when he bottomed out, feeling you clenching around him, trying to adjust to his thick length.
he just about managed to call you a brat and kiss the back of your head before he promptly fell asleep, cock warm and wet inside of your cunt.
Nyx getting picked on and his parents are like oh take the high road don’t let ppl fear you like they do your dad and specially Nesta and Azriel being like “fuck dem kids” and them going full on Lady death/ Shadowsinger on some 5 years olds
Please help, English is not my first language and I’m very chaotic and cannot keep a schedule.
You’ll get a preview of all the chapters and my eternal gratitude, plus I’m weird so if you like that then I’m your girl (I’m willing to share my Italian family recipes as well, and I don’t say this lightly).
