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Girls Night*

Azriel x Rhysand sister!reader

Summary: months after you returned with your mate from a getaway, the girls can’t help but want to know everything.

Warnings: talks of sex, smut, p in v, degradation (in a soft way), pussydrunk!azriel (all he does is talk), small sub and dom play, shadow play (shadows use you)

Authors note: this is a second part of “Chatter Box” but both parts can be read as standalone!

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Months later, the cabin feels like a distant, perfect memory you still carry with you.

Two weeks.

You were only supposed to stay for a weekend… and somehow, neither of you ever found a reason to leave.

Now, laughter fills the room again—but this time it’s different.

Girls’ night.

Wine flows freely, glasses half-full and refilled before they ever empty, the soft glow of the room wrapping around you as you sit sprawled comfortably with Feyre, Nesta, Elain, Mor, and Amren. The males are gone for the night, leaving you all to your own chaos.

Nesta is in the middle of a story, completely unbothered.

“I’m serious,” she says, taking a slow sip of her wine. “He would not stop. I had to kick him out just to get a moment of silence.”

Elain groans softly from beside her. “I didn’t even get a moment. I had to leave. You two were so loud.”

Mor bursts out laughing.

You try to hide your own laughter behind your glass, shoulders shaking slightly as you take a sip—

—and that’s when they all notice.

Every single one of them turns toward you.

Eyes narrowing.

Curious.

“What?” you ask, trying to sound innocent.

Mor leans forward, grin wicked. “You never talk about Azriel.”

Feyre nods. “Ever.”

Nesta tilts her head slightly. “It’s suspicious.”

You shrug, taking another sip. “There’s not much to talk about.”

Silence.

Then—

Mor cackles.

“Not much to talk about?” she repeats. “Says the one who got caught with Azriel between her legs on the dining table.”

Feyre whips her head toward her. “My dining table.”

Your cheeks heat instantly, but you just shrug again, trying—and failing—to look unaffected.

“What can I say?” you mumble. “Azriel likes… being attentive.”

The room erupts.

Elain gasps, hands flying to her face. Mor is practically doubled over, and even Nesta’s lips twitch.

“Gods,” Mor laughs. “I knew it.”

Nesta leans forward slightly, eyes sharp with interest. “Is it true?”

You blink at her. “Is what true?”

She gestures vaguely—then very specifically—toward her lap. “He has the biggest wingspan. So… does that translate?”

You stare at her for a second.

Then you laugh.

Shaking your head as you take another sip of wine. “He’s not small, that’s for sure.”

Amren, who has been quietly observing all of this, lifts her glass. “Keep the wine coming. I need more for this conversation.”

Everyone laughs again.

Feyre, however, is watching you with a smirk.

“Did you like the gift?” she asks casually.

You choke slightly on your drink, cheeks immediately flushing.

“Oh my gods,” Mor says, sitting up straighter. “What gift?”

Elain looks between you all. “What gift?”

You groan softly, dragging a hand down your face. “You gave me that gift… and then wondered why we stayed at the cabin for two weeks.”

The room explodes.

Nesta actually laughs out loud. Mor is practically wheezing, and even Elain is blushing as she giggles behind her hand.

Amren just looks deeply satisfied.

And then—

A throat clears.

Every head turns.

Cassian, Azriel, and Rhysand stand at the entrance.

They’ve clearly heard enough.

Nesta is on her feet instantly. “Well,” she says smoothly, setting her glass down. “I think our night is done. I need my mate.”

Cassian’s grin is all teeth as a low, approving sound rumbles from his chest.

Feyre rises next, already smiling as she crosses the room and presses a soft kiss to Rhysand’s lips.

You shake your head, laughing under your breath as you turn back to the remaining girls. “Goodnight.”

Mor wiggles her fingers at you. “Have fun.”

You roll your eyes—but you’re smiling.

Then you stand, stepping forward—

—and right into Azriel’s arms.

He catches you easily, like he always does, one arm wrapping around your waist as you let out a soft, content sigh against him.

“Hi,” he murmurs quietly.

You tilt your head up, smiling at him. “Hi.”

And just like that, the noise fades into the background again.

Right where you belong.

The shimmer of light swirls around you, and in the blink of an eye, you’re on the balcony of your shared chambers. The night air is crisp, carrying the soft scent of pine and the faint warmth of the hearth from below.

Azriel pauses just inside, glancing at the bed. Your blankets are still in the chaotic jumble you left them in this morning—never made, just like always. A small smirk tugs at his lips.

He closes the distance in a heartbeat, leaning down to press his lips to the side of your neck. “Gods… I missed you,” he murmurs, voice rough and low.

You giggle, squirming slightly in his hold, pushing him back just enough to turn around and get ready for bed.

He whines softly, following you, voice pained. “Help me with my training leathers… please?”

You sigh, rolling your eyes, but your fingers work quickly, unbuckling the straps and loosening the pins that hold your hair in place. Azriel leans closer as your hair tumbles free, brushing against your shoulders.

He smiles down at you, shadows flickering over his face, and you catch the way his eyes soften as they trace yours—violet, like Rhysand’s, with just enough depth to hold him completely. Your jet-black hair carries that faint blue tone he can’t stop admiring, reminding him of the siphons stones he has to help his powers.

Azriel leans down again, lips capturing yours in a slow, demanding kiss. Your breath hitches, a soft moan escaping as his hands ghost over your back.

When he finally pulls back, he gently turns you, hands lingering at your waist as he murmurs, voice low and curious, “Help me undo your dress… and… what were you guys talking about?”

You smirk over your shoulder. “Wing spans.”

Azriel freezes, air catching in his throat. “W…wing spans?” he stutters, voice faltering like he can’t quite process it.

You let the dress slip from your shoulders, the fabric pooling at your feet, before grabbing your robe. His hands hover, hesitant, still trying to process, and he starts stammering.

“Why… why would you… talk about… that?”

You laugh softly, playful, tapping his nose with your finger. “Because, silly—they wanted to know if the rumors about wing spans were true.”

His lips twitch into a reluctant chuckle, but your grin widens. “And I said… well, he isn’t small.”

Azriel chokes on his own breath, eyes widening in shock. “You… you told them… my… dick size—”

You shake your head, laughing, eyes sparkling as you take in his stunned, pouting expression. You can’t resist leaning in, pressing a soft, teasing kiss to his lips.

“Never, love,” you murmur against his mouth, voice low, possessive. “That’s only for me to know.”

He growls, possessive and low, as he kisses you back, all shadow and fire, and the night air around you hums with the kind of intimacy only the two of you share.

It’s yours. Only yours. And Azriel makes sure you both know it.

Azriel scoops you up effortlessly—strong arms banding around your waist—and tosses you onto the rumpled bed with a playful growl. You giggle, bouncing once, legs splaying invitingly as you prop on your elbows, robe half-open, teasing him.

He stalks over like a predator, looming above you, hazel eyes blazing. Large hands grip your thighs, spreading them wide—exposing your glistening pussy to the cool night air. He drops to his knees, kissing up your inner thighs—slow, open-mouthed, teeth grazing, leaving hot trails that make your skin prickle.

You moan, arching. “Oh—and I got called out for you doing this... on the dining table.”

Azriel moans against your skin, tongue flicking closer to your core. “Gods, should I do it again? Make you scream so loud for me everyone in this house knows who you belong to... have everyone in this court know?” His breath fans your folds, voice wrecked with possession.

You shake your head, moaning as his lips finally brush your pussy—soft, teasing. “Everyone already knows, baby... yours.”

“Good,” he mumbles, nipping your clit lightly. He unties your robe fully, baring you completely. Shadows swirl from his wings—cool, silky tendrils slithering to your nipples, pinching and twisting like phantom mouths. The chill zaps straight to your core.

You moan louder, begging, “Azriel... please...”

He chuckles dark, rising to shove his pants down—cock springing free, thick and leaking, veins pulsing. “Gods, my shadows love you more than anything. Maybe I should let them have you, sweet girl.”

You nod frantically, pussy clenching. “Yes... fuck.”

“They’re the ones who tell me everything I should do,” he rasps, stroking himself once before lining up and sliding into you—slow, deep stretch. You both moan, your hands flying to his wings, fingers tracing the sensitive membranes, making him shudder and thrust harder. “They wanna fuck you so bad... want every inch of you.”

You nod, moaning—and spot his shadows fetching the black vibrator Nesta and Feyre gifted you, sleek and curved, hovering it near. Azriel laughs, fucking into you with wet slaps, balls heavy against your ass. “See? They know exactly what you want, baby.”

He snatches it, flicks it on—low buzz building—and presses it firm to your clit. Pleasure explodes, coiling tight. You open your mouth to scream—but shadows coil over it, cool and muffling, whispering in your ear: Such a sweet whore for our master... love our sweet girl... such a sweet pussy taking our master's cock.

You moan into the shadows, eyes rolling back. Azriel blabs filthy, pounding deeper: “They wanna fuck this tight hole... fill you up... gods, you're my good girl, taking me so perfect...”

He flips you sudden—onto all fours, vibrator tossed aside. Cock slams back in from behind—brutal angle, hitting your cervix. Shadows swarm your front: teasing nipples, circling clit with licking, cool suction. Az smacks your ass reddening your ass, gripping your hips bruising as he rails you, wings flaring.

Shadows whisper Come, mimicking a tongue lashing your clit—wet, insistent—and you shatter, orgasm ripping through like lightning, pussy gushing, squirting around his pistoning cock, thighs quaking.

Azriel comes behind you—roaring your name, flooding your walls with thick, hot ropes of cum, hips grinding deep.

He coos, pulling you back against his chest, petting your hair. “My good girl... so good for me, baby. Perfect little mate.”

Shadows drape over you like a cool sheet, soothing fevered skin. Azriel grabs a warm cloth, cleaning your messy thighs tenderly. They kiss your forehead—whispering Love our master's mate... so good for our master—as you melt into bliss.

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You wake to a cooling sensation teasing your clit—ethereal, insistent flicks—and a finger-like shadow thrusting in and out of your pussy, slick and probing deep, curling just right. Your eyes flutter open with a soft moan, body arching into the delicious intrusion.

Azriel’s shadows swirl around you, tendrils everywhere—pinching nipples, stroking thighs. One whispers silkily in your ear: Master’s taking a shower... told us to wake you up. But he didn’t tell us how.

You just moan louder, spreading wider as they play—cool suction on your clit, another shadow licking like a phantom tongue, wet and swirling. Pleasure builds fast; you snatch a pillow, shoving it over your face to muffle the desperate cries, hips bucking wildly. Let them use you, shadows fucking your pussy with rhythmic pumps, clit throbbing under their cool assault.

Then—a cold cock presses in, thick and real, sliding alongside a shadow to stretch you impossibly. You moan into the pillow, clenching. A deep chuckle rumbles above.

You rip the pillow away, gasping—and there’s Azriel, naked post-shower, water droplets glistening on his scarred chest, hair damp, cock buried deep. His hazel eyes gleam as he stares at his shadows, still writhing over you. “They’re so greedy,” he mutters, amused, as the shadows thrust lazy once—making you whimper.

You reach for him, needy hands grasping air. He smirks, sauntering closer, leaning down to rub your clit—firm circles with callused fingers, sparks flying. “You love this, don’t you, baby? My shadows fucking you awake... greedy little slut for them.”

His hand slaps your clit—sharp smack, wet and stinging. You moan high and broken, pussy fluttering around his cock, chasing more.

You moan, begging, “Please...”

The shadows nod in unison, mouths not moving, eyes flashing crimson. They swirl around you, pleasure building, coiling tight—teasing and tormenting until you can’t take it anymore.

You cum hard, body shaking—shudders rolling through as they claim you fully. Azriel laughs darkly, watching, gripping your hips to hold you still for his shadows' pleasure. His lips brush yours tenderly, breath hot against your ear. "My good girl... such a nasty whore for them..."

You nod, panting, eyes closed. His words arouse you even more—heat pooling low in your belly. "Y-yes," you whisper, "love it..."

Suddenly, he stands, pulling away with a frown. "Let's get you in the bath," he grumbles, voice rough.

You pout slightly but follow him to the bathroom, allowing him to help you undress and step into the steaming water. He washes your body slowly, tenderly—running soapy hands over every inch of your skin. When he reaches your ass, he can't help but smack it lightly, leaving a faint handprint.

"Hard to believe this belonged to someone else," he mumbles, stroking his fingers through your hair. You blush but nod—you know what he means. This kind of intimacy... it's all for him now.

He kisses you softly, leaning down to soap up your body together. "Mine," he whispers against your collarbone before picking up the loofah and scrubbing your skin. You moan again as he washes between your legs, chuckling darkly. "My little mate... always ready for me."

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Two nights later, the cabin feels alive again, though in a different way. You’re perched with a glass in hand, smirking into it as the wine warms your cheeks. Laughter bubbles around you, the room filled with the chatter and teasing of your friends—Mor, Feyre, Nesta, and Elain.

A soft brush against your shoulder makes you shiver. One of the shadows is lingering, a dark whisper of movement that’s been allowed to follow you since… well, ever since it was safe for them to touch you.

Mor notices immediately, arching an eyebrow. “What’s that shadow doing?”

Nesta, smirking and finishing her story with that dangerous glint in her eyes, leans back. “Yeah… I want to know. Does Azriel use them?”

You look up, confused, eyes scanning the room—and then the shadow leans in, brushing against your neck, teasing, almost sentient in its movements.

You whisper, just loud enough for the girls to hear, “Use them… how?”

Nesta shrugs, voice low and amused. “In bed. Does he… make them pin you down or something?”

Your cheeks flame instantly, and Feyre squeals loudly. “Oh my gods… he does?”

You bite your lip, nodding slightly, the shadow pressing a soft bite to your neck. Feyre squeals again, delighted, “I knew it!”

You shake your head, laughing softly at them, and murmur, “They… do have a mind of their own, though.”

The girls giggle, eyes sparkling with mischief, and you can’t help but laugh with them, smiling at the shadow as it detaches and drifts off, no doubt to report back to Azriel exactly what you’ve said.

You take a slow sip of your wine, letting the warmth spread through you, and quietly muse, I’ll deal with Azriel later.

The thought alone makes your lips curl into a satisfied, mischievous smile.

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