#deathanqel

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@deathanqel "you gonna be a good girl for me?" ( charlie )

if she had been wise she would have stalled her meetings with heaven when she realized things between her and azrael were shifting. when her dreams were now consumed by him and she was fantasizing about the two of them. when touching herself while the image of him manifested into her mind became a nightly ritual after seeing him. when she began obsessing and looking forward to the next time they would see each other. all those things were very clear indicators that she should have taken a step back. or at least ask sera if she could speak with her instead or someone else other than azrael. if so she would have been able to purge her mind of him, to remind herself who he was and who she was and anything between them would surely be disastrous. she thought she had been deluding herself when she believed he felt something towards her besides hatred, noticing an almost predatory gleam to his eyes whenever she was around. perhaps it was simply him finding her attractive, she didn’t care she’ll take it.

but then they had their meeting in his office. he had pulled her roughly by her hips and onto his thigh, rocking her against him to demonstrate exactly what he wanted from her. “you gonna be a good girl for me?” it was then she realized her delusions were not in her head. his words send a piercing jolt through her that settles in her lower abdomen. already she can feel wetness form beneath her. if charlie was wise she would decline his advances and take a portal straight home…but she already knew she was not wise when it came to azrael and she didn’t want to be anywhere but here with him. her toes curl in her heels and she begins riding his thigh at a steady pace. with big doe eyes she looks at him, her voice meek, “i’ll be your good girl for tonight.”

her hands slide up and tightly clings to his jacket to stabilize herself. the sturdiness of his body beneath her felt so good on her cunt, but it was just enough to placate her not satisfy the ache she was beginning to build within her. she was grateful she had a dress on today, doing this with pants and having another piece of fabric in her way would be even more torturous. her breathing deepens, pressing herself harder against him to get more pressure. a soft moan escapes past her lips, she refuses to be loud or make too much noise in case someone hears. her dress hikes up, a silk like touch is on one of her thighs. azrael’s gloved hand is slowly snaking up her bare thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. such a seemingly small touch as her heart beating violently against her ribcage. their gazes meet and the way he looks at her makes her feel like he’s looking right into her soul. averting her eyes only makes him grip her chin roughly and force her to look at him. the grin that sets her temper alight curls on his lips and she picks up her pace.

little whimpers and whines make their way out of her mouth even though she tries to be quiet. her head tilts back and she continues to ride him, exposing her throat to him. his lips are upon her skin, trailing delicate kisses along her neck. he’s careful not to leave any marks, charlie thinks it’s because he doesn’t want proof of what they’ve been doing and not that he cares about being gentle with her. but charlie wishes he would mark her in some way, so when she gets home she knows it’s real that it wasn’t some dream she made up in her head…that she wasn’t going crazy. he had a way of infiltrating her mind, scrambling it until she didn’t know right from wrong anymore. he made her like this and he’s not even fucking her. charlie felt utterly pathetic and would certainly hate herself later when she laid in her own bed. but right now she felt too good to dwell on it.

charlie could feel how wet she was and no doubt there was a mark on azrael’s pants from her. unless azrael forced her to stop she was going to come undone all on his thigh, she just needed more friction. she moves in a way that allows pressure on her clit just right and grinds herself hard against his thigh. her pace now is rapid and almost slopping, tendrils of hair begin slipping out of her ponytail and into her face. it didn’t take long before she was moaning louder than she intended. eyes closing shut, her head falls forward, resting against his as she comes undone. she practically melted into him, her labored breath caressing his face. even as she calms she keeps her eyes closed, wanting to weep. she wasn’t sure if it was out of pleasure or guilt. her fists uncurl from his jacket and lay against his chest. there was a brief feeling of vanity as she felt his heart beating just as fervently as hers. after a few minutes she still doesn’t move, doesn’t dare to look at him out of embarrassment. “i should probably get going now..”

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@deathanqel [ ORAL ]: sender goes down on receiver. ( charlie )

her senses were completely overpowered by him. inhaling filled her lungs with the smell of pine and cool rain. a scent charlie had unconsciously begun to find comforting recently. so much so she began searching for it in perfume and candle shops. those magnificent wings of his arched over her, caging the two together. every now and then the soft feathers would caress her bare skin, tempting her to reach out and touch them; to know what they would feel like slipping between her fingers. no matter how beautiful they are, she currently finds them a nuisance.

she wanted to look at the wall or the ceiling, anywhere but at him so she could pretend he was someone else. as if that would lessen the guilt she feels for letting their dynamic shift to this. closing her eyes wasn’t an option either, every time she made an attempt he would stop and chastise her in his velvet smooth voice; keep your eyes on me or this ends now. despite the guilt eating away at her, charlie didn’t want azrael to stop so she obeyed.

his hands clutched her thighs hard enough to leave bruises; she hoped it would that way she can have a reminder of him during the days they don’t see each other. his eyes stay locked on hers as his tongue laps against her slit when he’s sure she won’t look away this time. the seering warmth against her again causes a strangled sound to come from her. her hands grip the bed sheets tightly, willing herself to not grab the back of his head and push him even closer against her cunt. she refused to give him that satisfaction.

a blush stains her cheeks as she watches the way he feasts on her, desire shines in his eyes and she wonders if hers appear the same. she swears there’s a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. then he delves deeper and charlie squirms, a high pitched moan eliciting from her mouth. waves of pleasure wash over as her orgasm builds. azrael continues indulging in her, as if she can’t get enough of her. his tongue moving to her swollen clit every once and again, never enough to satisfy her. she’s so close to unraveling she can’t take it anymore. something between a whimper and a whine comes out of her. “..more, please az. more…”

still being stubborn, her grip remains on the sheets, but she does grind herself against his face. his hands move to her hips then, grabbing them roughly and holding her down. a full on whine comes from her this time and she sees the smug look on his face that only agitates her further. his thumb presses down on her clit with just the right amount of pressure, circling it. her pleasure had built up into a grand wave, seconds from crashing down. charlie embraced it, tilting her head back to allow it to wash over her.

her eyes fly open and the angel between her legs had vanished. a blanket is over her, a slick sweat coats her, and her chest is heaving as she pants. in a daze she sits up and looks around, she’s in her room…in the hotel…alone. a look out the window tells her it’s still evening, the clock on her nightstand reading 3:45 am. “fuck,” she whispers to herself. her panties were soaked and she was completely unsatisfied. how could a dream be so vivid and feel so real? why out of everyone was she having sex dreams about azrael, the two could barely hold a conversation without bickering.

she falls back onto her pillow and groans, his face was burned in her mind along with that look in his eyes and the feeling of his tongue. maybe she had gone mad, but she let the guilt weigh heavily on her as she slipped her hand into the band of her underwear and replayed her dream until she came undone.