Summary: biker!azriel decides to take you on a smooth ride to his special spot for a little special fun👀
Warnings: 18+, SMUT, MDNI, biker!az, biker!azriel, modern au, dirty talk, semi public, fingering, clit play, vibration, squirting, praising, teasing, dating app, hook up, slight dom&sub, slight marking, he owns a bike & unfortunately also your self control
This wasn’t the first date. Nor the second. It was the sixth date between you and Azriel. When you downloaded that god-awful dating app your friends had you get, you never expected to match with someone so mysterious yet gentle in unexpected ways.
A quiet blade sheathed in silk.
However, what wasn’t quiet was the rumbling motorcycle engine beneath you two as he drove toward the lookout spot.
His secret, special spot. Azriel mentioned it to you through texts and the thought of something so secretive to him enticed you. Of course, you said yes.
“Closer—“
A demanding tone. Yet it held a sense of carefulness to it. You scooted yourself closer to the male. Your arms locked around his waist tighter while he leaned into the final turn like he trusted the road itself.
The bikes roar simmered as he came to an easy stop. Placing both boots flat on the ground, turning his head to look at you. “Wow… Az, this is breathtaking…” A mere whisper fluttering through your lips as you took the scene in.
From the cliff, the city lights gleamed brightly in the distance, and the stars twinkled ever so perfectly above both of you.
“Isn’t it?”
His voice purring lowly, sending a shiver down your spine as you stared over at him. But Azriel? He was looking at you. Drinking in your beauty. The view that was simply you.
“It’s so sweet of you to bring me here…”
You felt the apples of your cheeks shade into a deep crimson. His intense gaze burning into yours. And for a moment you felt your heartbeat pick up. Perhaps the one between your legs as well.
A sly smirk twitched onto his lips as he hopped off the bike and onto the gravel road. Leaving you straddled on it. “You deserve it. A special spot for a special girl-“
Butterflies filled your belly. So sweet yet so damn smooth. You felt yourself staring at the handsome man, getting lost in those hazel eyes of his. But Azriel? He was doing the same, yet the amber specks were slowly darkening. “W-what? What is it?”
A breath. A tension growing between you both. Feeling a pull to him. That same sly smirk only seemed to spread wider across his features.
“Every time I look at you…I want to touch you…”
So smooth yet again. Warmth ran throughout your entire body as he brushed some of your hair behind your ear. Fuck it. He was gentleman enough. It had been a few dates. You needed him. Fucking craved him.
“Then… touch me.”
The whisper hardly left your mouth before you felt his soft lips slam to yours. His body pressing firm and tightly against your own while his other hand gripped your waist tightly.
Heated. The kiss was instantly turning into one of seduction. Azriel repositioned you, turning you to face him as you sat on the bike. The vibration from the engine only building up that arousal between your legs more so.
“God— I’ve been waiting to taste you.” He growled, his hand snaking down from your cheek to your breast. Firmly grasping it before slipping lower to the hem of your flowy sundress.
You smiled through the kiss. “And? How do I taste?” Teasing Azriel, a small groan emitted low from his throat. “Absolutely sensational.” He husked into your mouth, his hand now massaging the inside of your thigh.
A soft little whimper slipped through your lips, only giving him that approval even more. He traced over your dampened lace panties. “Got you soaked already, hm?”
That damn domineering tone. You managed a breathy “yes—“ before he yanked your panties to the side. Taking his pointer finger and running it along your slit to tease you.
Your breath hitched as he moved his mouth down to your jaw, kissing until he got to the delicate side of your neck. “You gonna be a good girl for me, beautiful?” Again, you gave a quick and eager head nod.
With that, Azriel thrusted two fingers inside of you. The cool feeling of his silver rings only adding onto the pleasurable sensation. “F-fuck!” you cried out while he smirked against your subtle skin.
“You can’t control yourself, can you? Feels too good already?”
He chuckled under his breath before pulling his head back to stare into those submissive eyes of yours. “So good, Az— fuck. You really know what you’re doing.”
“I know I do.”
His thick fingers moved in such ways that it could only be described as otherworldly. A come here motion with both of them before he stretched his thumb out to press on your swollen little bud.
All the sensations were making you melt for the male. But what was really getting you now? When Az reached over with his free hand, twisting the throttle which only made the seat vibrate harder. The motorcycle purring along with you.
“You like feeling the bike's vibration while I finger fuck this slit?” He asked as your body jolted, a sea of moans effortlessly slipping through your now swollen lips.
Again, you nodded eagerly. Euphoric sensations only rising more so. “Y-yes. I do- god it feels— fuck!- it feels so good—“
A mess. You were slowly becoming a mess for Azriel. God did he adore this sight of you. And this was just some foreplay. Nothing crazy. But god, you couldn’t even imagine how great the sex would be with him.
“You feel how close you are to cummin’ from just my fingers? Imagine my cock-“
Azriel moved his head swiftly, dropping his lips back to the crook of your neck. Kissing, biting, and sucking as he pleased. Leaving his mark on his new beautiful conquest. You.
“God— I’m really close. Really fucking close.” Your entire body started to quiver. But the biker used that same free hand to twist the throttle yet again. The vibration from revving up the engine sending you right over the edge.
“I know, sweetheart, I know… That’s a good girl- Fuck— cummin’ on my fingers like that.”
Az talked you through an intense and pleasurable orgasm. His darkened gaze falling to watch as your juices squirted out onto his hand and rings. Drenching the saddle of his bike.
Once you started to catch your breath, you felt your eyes flicker between his. Heart racing as the tension grew. “Az, that was—“ Your words cut off when suddenly bright headlights were zooming in your direction.
“Fuckin’ Hell! Hop on, babygirl-“
Low and demanding yet again, you quickly obeyed. listening to him as you adjusted yourself. Both of you repositioned on the motorcycle before he took off.
Some random people were driving around the spot. You didn’t want them to see anything. And Az? He didn’t want anyone to see you in such a vulnerable position. Because that was only for his eyes.
Possessive and jealous already, though he wouldn’t say that aloud. Not yet at least. He craved you like no other. And even though he didn’t get to feel your walls stretch around his cock tonight, he knew he would soon. Especially hearing the little noises you made for him.
But getting this little teaser? Fuck it made his imagination run wild until the next time he’d see you…
Ahhh first biker!az fic🥹 love making au’s come to life! Hope yall enjoyed this one, plenty more to comeee
for your bingo, AU with Azriel and I’m going to say Modern AU bc I don’t see it a lot and I’ve been thinking about it recently. Thank you, your writing is amazing.
Good Girl, Bad Boy
pairing: Azriel x Reader
word count: 2.9k
warnings: fade to black smut, smoking, drinking
tags: fem!reader, no use of y/n, biker!az, good girl!reader
a/n: i’ve been having cardiac episodes today but i shall not be stopped! this was slightly self-indulgent in the sense that i’ve had biker!az on my mind for awhile and saw my opportunity to finally write about him. hope you enjoy 🫶🏻
You had always prided yourself on doing the right thing. Straight A’s throughout your schooling career, perfect attendance, frequent volunteer shifts at the local food bank, and attending church every Sunday. Your parents beamed with pride at every report card and honor roll certificate. They bragged about you to their friends about how perfect and easy you were, nothing like those other kids who went out partying and got themselves into trouble. That was your life—neat, organized, responsible.
Until Azriel.
You met him after you had stayed late at the library to finish an essay. He had been leaning against his motorcycle in the parking lot, leather jacket, messy black hair falling into his piercing hazel eyes. Tattoos snaked down his arms, vanishing beneath the cuffs of his rolled up sleeves. You should have walked the other way. Instead, your heart stuttered in your chest, and you couldn’t look away.
“Need a ride?” he’d asked, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine.
You’d shaken your head, clutching your books tighter. But he’d just smiled. A slow, dangerous smile that made your knees weak.
After that night, you couldn’t get him out of your head. You started seeing him around campus, always leaning against that bike or some wall, always looking like he’d stepped out of some forbidden dream. You never saw him in class, but you occasionally spotted him in the administration building when you delivered paperwork for a teacher.
Eventually, you started talking. At first, it was nothing—just passing comments, snarky remarks he’d toss your way about what “the goody-two-shoes is up to today”. You had surprised yourself by teasing him back. It had felt good to let go of the good girl act, even if it had just been through words. And when he asked you out, you said yes before you even realized what you were doing.
Your first real date had been nothing like the safe dinners you’d gone on with your parents’ idea of a “nice boy.” Azriel hadn’t taken you to a restaurant or a movie. He’d given you a taste of freedom.
You had hesitated when he handed you a helmet, your heart thudding in your chest. But his fingers brushed your cheek, and his eyes locked on yours.
“Trust me,” he said softly.
And you did.
You had climbed on behind him, your arms wrapping around his waist. The engine roared to life beneath you, and he grinned over his shoulder.
“Hold on tight.”
You still thought about that first ride with him sometimes. The way you had squealed as the bike shot forward, your hair streaming behind you, the cold night air on your cheeks. The solid strength of his body beneath your palms, and the warmth of him seeping through his leather jacket. It had been exhilarating.
Tonight’s date was a lot like that first one, and arguably your favorite type of date Azriel took you on.
He pulled up in front of a bar that looked like it had seen better days, with a faded neon sign and cracked windows. You found you liked the charm of it all. It was cozy in its own way.
Azriel swung his leg over and got off the bike, turning around and holding his hand out for you.
You took your helmet off first and took his hand, allowing him to help you get off without flashing everyone in the parking due to your dress. He always told you it was safer to wear pants, but you liked looking pretty for him.
The bar was loud and smoky, the scent of spilled beer and cigarettes lingering in the air. People looked up with curiosity as you walked in.. Azriel didn’t even glance at them. He walked straight to the booth in the back corner, pulling you along behind him
“Well if it isn’t Az and his angel,” Cassian called, a grin spreading across his face as took the two of you in.
“Nice to see you again, darling,” Rhysand greeted, pushing a Shirley Temple toward you as you and Azriel sat down.
Your cheeks burned, still not used to the way Azriel’s friends had accepted you so thoroughly. “Thank you,” you murmured.
Az chuckled next to you, wrapping one arm around you while the other picked up his glass of whiskey. “No need to be so shy, angel.”
You watched his tan throat bob as he took a sip and gulped. He was so sexy. You still couldn’t believe he was yours at times, your personalities so at odds with each other. But in the same way you liked that he was a typical rebellious bad boy, he liked that you were innocent and kind.
It reminded you of your sophomore chemistry class, putting a negative and positive magnet together, clicking with each other instantly. If there was anything that could sum up you and Azriel’s relationship, it was that.
You sat quietly next to him, listening to him and friends catch up. Cassian’s boisterous laugh and Rhysand’s smooth teasing. Cassian wore a dry-fit long sleeve, his long curly hair tied up in a bun. He had likely come straight here after the gym. If you learned anything about him, it was that he was a gym rat.
Rhysand was dressed more meticulously. A black button-up and slacks, his midnight hair combed back with gel. The Rolex on his wrist reflected the light coming from above and you had to bite back a laugh at the sheer oddity of him being here in this run-down bar. He looked better suited for a country club—or the mafia. If you remember correctly, he helped out at his dad’s business in between his course load.
You startled slightly when Azriel’s voice cut through your thoughts. “Would you like anything to eat?” he asked.
Your lips pursed as you considered, opting to grab the menu out of its basket and flip it open. They had the best appetizers here. Fried with just the right amount of grease. Your stomach growled in agreement.
“I’ll take the mozzarella sticks,” you said, smiling up at Azriel.
Azriel kissed your head and waved over a waitress. A brunette in a simple black shirt and shorts with a notepad came over to the table. Your eyes roamed over her as she started to take Cassian’s order. She had several tattoos and they looked beautiful on her skin. Some simple, some intricate. Your gaze moved back to Azriel, eyeing the ink crawling up his neck. You smirked as an idea came to mind.
“And we’ll have the mozzarella sticks, cheese fries, and boneless wings. Double ranch,” Azriel ordered.
“Good Lord, Az,” you gasped. “You sound like Cass.”
“Hey!” Cassian said, his hand over his heart in offense. Rhys chuckled and patted him on the shoulder.
The waitress nodded with raised eyebrows. “I’ll go put that in for you.”
Once she was gone, Azriel turned to you. “I know you can never choose between them, so I got you all three.”
Your jaw dropped. “I can’t eat all of that!”
Azriel smiled as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Relax, love. I’ll eat some, too. And worst case scenario, Cassian is always hungry.”
“Why the hell am I catching strays today, huh?” Cassian asked, the twitch of his lips betraying the fact he wasn’t truly offended.
“Sorry, Cassie,” you pouted, your own smile growing. “It’s just that we’ve seen you eat two boxes of pizza all by yourself. You’re kind of a bottomless pit,” you shrugged.
Rhys guffawed, throwing his head back in laughter as his fist hit the table causing the drinks to shake. “Oh wow, the kitty’s got claws today!”
Cassian shook his head, but there was mirth in his eyes as he looked at you. “I’m honored to be her first target,” he said, sending you a wink.
Your cheeks heated again and you looked up at Azriel as his grip tightened on your waist. But he wasn’t looking at you. He was glaring at Cassian. “Don’t fucking flirt with my girlfriend,” he said through gritted teeth.
Your eyes widened in shock at the anger radiating off of him. You placed your hand on his bicep, squeezing slightly. “Az,” you said quietly, “it’s alright. He wasn’t flirting with me.” You cast a glance at Cassian and noticed he had gone pale. Even Rhysand was on edge, his eyes flicking between the two men.
“Hey,” you murmured, shaking Azriel gently. He finally looked at you. His eyes softened slightly as he met your gaze and you couldn’t help your shy smile. You reached up to cup his cheek and shifted closer to him until your noses were nearly touching. “We were just messing around, yeah? I’m yours, and you are mine. Everyone knows that.”
You knew you were starting to get through to him when his jaw finally relaxed. You brushed your lips against his and he accepted your offer, fusing his lips with yours. His tongue slipped into your mouth, claiming you, and you melted into him. His hand moved to the back of your head, threading his fingers through your hair and angling your head so he could kiss you deeper.
You were interrupted by a throat cleaning. You looked around dazedly, then nearly yelped when you realized the waitress was standing there with trays of food. You heard a soft chuckle and then a grunt of pain, but you didn’t see what happened because you were too busy staring at your lap in embarrassment.
“I have the double stuffed burger and nachos for you, the cobb salad for you, and the triple appetizers for you two,” your waitress listed off, placing the plates in front of each of you. “Can I get you guys anything else?”
“Your number would be great,” Cassian said, leaning forward slightly to shoot her a cocky grin. Rhysand scoffed and rolled his eyes, though his lips twitched into a slight smirk.
The waitress laughed, then scribbled on her notepad before ripping out a page and passing it to Cassian. “Work on your game before you call me,” she said, then turned and walked away, her hips swaying behind her.
Azriel choked on his drink while Rhysand laughed, slapping Cassian’s shoulder repeatedly. You giggled behind your hand as Cassian muttered something about his game being “perfectly fine”.
Once you all calmed down, you dug into your food. Azriel kept his promise to help you eat it all, though he was eating at a slower pace than usual, likely trying to make sure you got your fill. You ate a little of everything as Azriel predicted. The mozzarella sticks were delectably cheesy, as were the cheese fries. They were topped with bacon and scallions, the flavors bursting on your tongue. It seemed so simple, but it was nothing like the food you usually ate. Your mom preferred to make healthy, home-cooked meals, and if your family went out to eat it was at a restaurant no lower than five stars.
At some point, your virgin Shirley Temple got replaced with a fruity, alcoholic drink. It was dangerously delicious, the note of vodka so minute you could barely taste it. Azriel had switched to water, being mindful of the fact he would be driving the two of you to his apartment. The boys joked with each other and talked about classes, work, and whether Cass actually had a chance with the waitress.
You, unfortunately, were a major lightweight, and that fact was beginning to become obvious. You giggled as you laid your head on Azriel’s shoulder, smiling up at him. He immediately turned his attention to you, returning your smile.
“Hi, angel,” he said. He was so beautiful. You knew that already, of course, but the drunken haze you were in only amplified how strongly you felt about it.
“Hi, Az,” you whispered.
“Are you ready to go?” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear.
You nodded, your pulse hammering in your throat.
Azriel pulled out his wallet and left a few twenties on the table. “We’re going to head out,” he said to Rhysand and Cassian as he stood up and held a hand out for you.
The men said their goodbyes to you and you sent them a wave over your shoulder as Azriel led you out the door.
Azriel took you back to his apartment, a small place on the edge of town. The walls were covered in posters, some of them album covers, some of them images of motorcycles. A guitar rested on its stand in the corner, and there was a lingering scent of smoke and his cedar wood cologne in the air.
You were snuggled into as Azriel’s side on the couch as he rolled a joint. He’d taken his jacket off now that he was home, and you admired the flexing of his arm muscles as he turned the grinder.
It wasn’t the first time he’d smoked around you, but with the buzz of alcohol coursing through you, you considered trying it for yourself for the first time.
As if noticing your gaze, Azriel blew his puff out and held the blunt out to you. “Want some?”
You hesitated. But then you thought of how he made you feel—alive, reckless, free. How he broke down the carefully crafted walls you had built around yourself and your life. The way you wanted more of that feeling. You took it.
It tasted earthy and bitter on your tongue, the smoke curling down your throat. You coughed, and he chuckled, taking it back from you.
“Easy,” he said, taking a slow drag himself. He held the smoke in his lungs for a moment before blowing it out in a lazy cloud. “Just breathe it in.”
You tried again, slower this time. It still burned, but the edges of your anxiety started to blur, everything softening and sweetening. The music playing on his speaker pulsed through you, and you sank into the couch beside him, your body warm and heavy.
Azriel watched you, his lips curled into a half-smile. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your skin.
“You look so damn pretty right now,” he murmured.
Your heart stuttered at his words. He complimented you all the time, but you never got used to it. “You look handsome,” you replied.
He hummed, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. “I love you.”
A goofy smile spread across your face, just like every other time he said those three little words. “I love you, too.”
You loved him so much. You loved the way he looked at you like you were something precious. You loved the way he reminded the world was bigger than your perfect grades and your parents’ expectations. In all your years of being alive, being with him felt like the first time you were truly living.
You leaned forward and kissed him.
He tasted like weed and whiskey, his mouth hot and demanding against yours. His hands slid down your sides, pulling you closer until you were straddling his lap. You felt the hard press of him beneath you, and your breath caught in your throat.
“Az,” you gasped, your hands fisting in his shirt.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, his lips brushing your jaw, your neck, the hollow of your throat. “Tell me that you don’t want this.”
You couldn’t. You wanted this, wanted him. You always did, but with your inhibitions lowered, there was no anxiety, no self-prescribed rules holding you back. You weren’t a virgin, an unfortunate story involving an ex-boyfriend who you had thought was going to propose to you after you graduated high school and before he joined the military, only for him to cheat on you a few weeks after prom. But it was different with Az. You hadn’t gone that far with him yet. There had been plenty of intense makeout sessions and roaming hands but nothing further.
You were ready to take that step now. You knew he wasn’t just using you. He truly loved you, and you loved him. “Fuck me, Az,” you whispered.
His eyes darkened, and he surged up to kiss you again, deeper, harder.
He stood up with you in his arms, never breaking the kiss, and you wrapped your legs around his waist.
He laid you down on his bed, his weight pressing you into the mattress. You arched up against him, your body aching for more.
“You’re sure?” he asked one last time, his voice hoarse.
You nodded, your breath coming in soft, desperate little gasps. “I’m sure,” you said.
He smiled and kissed you again, savoring every inch of you. His hands slid under your dress, his touch gentle and reverent. You let him pull your dress over your head, and you instinctively curled in on yourself.
Azriel’s hands flew to your thighs, stopping you. “Don’t hide from me,” he growled. “You are exquisite. Let me see you.”
You paused, then nodded and relaxed your body, laying yourself bare to him. And when he finally moved against you, when he claimed you with slow, deliberate thrusts that had you gasping his name—it was everything you never knew you needed. The world narrowed down to the two of you, and you let go of every expectation, every thought.
You let yourself be his.
The night ended in tangled sheets and breathless pants. Azriel held you against his bare chest, tracing his fingers up and down your spine.
“You’re mine, angel,” he whispered against your hair.
And for the first time in your life, you didn’t feel like you had to be perfect. You just had to be his.
biker!Azriel teasing you like the hot asshole (lovingly) that he is for the whole ride (because it always starts on rides with him) and then when he's finally fucking you, he decides to be even more of an asshole and starts edging you with your vibrator 🥺
Omgomgomg YES !!!
Definitely always starts on a ride because how couldn’t we? He fucking lives to ride that sleek bike. But he loves anything and everything to do with vibration👀 let’s just say the fic coming out soon he definitely uses something that vibrates hehe- he will edge tf out of usss though ugh such an ass about it too but he can’t help but see us whimpering and begging for release
az nsfw alphabet should be up by tonight or tomorrow BUUUUUT in the meantime…
I wanna know the thoughts yall have on biker!az, dealer!az, & tattooartist!rhys. Questions, requests, any of it! I always find it so fun to see what yall are thinking and wanting!
And yessss I’m also working on my other requests too they will be out soon trust🤍
