PAIRING: ex husband! bruce wayne x ex wife! reader
SUMMARY: bruce doesnât like confronting his past, it scares him⌠and confronting you, his ex-wife after a year and a half since the divorce? his dick speaks first, which is rare for him⌠but you donât mind. bruce wayne fucks good anyway
CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ CONTENT, rough sex, reunion sex, dominant! bruce wayne, hair pulling (bruce! receiving), sloppy make outs, unprotected sex, creampie, bruce misses you, he wonât admit it unless heâs balls deep in you!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: this was inspired by my other fic that I wrote on my ao3 (magnus17, go check it out!) where it was divorced! clois and love bruce wayne so why not have fun with the divorced concept with the batman! itâs not plagiarism if itâs your own work!
bruce wayne didnât expect to run into you at the yearly wayne enterprises gala.
he didnât even expect to meet you anywhere, in any time, and in any situation. he didnât want to meet you again⌠or at least thatâs what his mind told him. you were his ex-wife, he didnât want to face his past, come face to face with the terms that he lost you and would never get another chance⌠but of course the world had other plans. (for both of those reasons)
you see; you and bruce divorced nearly a year and a half ago.
your marriage was fine, it wasnât greatâ as bruce was too busy with batman to take care of his marriage. he was great when he was there, but batman took up most of his time. when you married bruce, you wanted to be first, thatâs all you wanted⌠and bruce couldnât even do that⌠so why stay with the man bat? when you broached the subject, he didnât fight (even if he wanted to). he heard you out and he respected your decision, like he always did. from that day on? he couldnât look at you. he failed you, and he was fully to blame for itâ even if you had your own mistakes.
the divorce was clean, bruce didnât take too much-- it would be a damn crime for the billionaire to take anything from the divorce, but he kept something, a very simple thing. your wedding ring. before you could throw it out, he stole it from your box late one night and you never noticed it, you kept everything about your marriage to bruce out of your mind when you left the wayne manor and never looked back. you went back to your job, and bruce threw himself back into being batman and handling wayne enterprises, his philanthropy projects, and raising whatever orphan god decided he needed next.
he didnât expect to run into you, and you certainly didnât want to run into your ex husband ever.
even if you found him too sexy for his own good, you could hear his voice in your dreams, picture his face in the other guys you tried to date (other guys, it was probably one or two in the year and a half) and they went no where⌠you told them itâs because they werenât good enough.
but you knew the reason; they werenât bruce wayne.
he didnât give his love life an effort either. he didnât want to focus on it. he threw himself into his wealth and businesses in the daytime, and in the nighttime, job as batman. he buried himself into saving the streets of gotham, dealing with clark and his puppy love relationship with lois (which he loved to see for his best friend, but to hell if heâd admit that), he helped the justice league and took care of things around the city⌠all besides taking care of his love life.
he knew the reason he didnât pay attention to it; heâd never find a woman as good as you. ever.
but of course, all these emotions boiled over when he saw you again.
no ring.
no man on your arm.
in that perfect dress that he couldnât handle.
you kind of knew heâd be here, which is why you wore the dress, wore the perfume you knew he could barely handle himself in⌠would it be pathetic to say you miss your ex-husband? a little, but in your mind, you didnât care.
thatâs how you two ended up here. in his home office, a story above where the gala was being held.
he had taken one damn glance at you, his dark gaze on yourâs, his jaw clenched and his hands tough around the glass he was holding. you saw him across the room, body perfect in his eyes, face gorgeous. neither of you aged from the last time you saw each other⌠and it feels like the rings were still on.
he put you on the desk, his dark oak wooden desk that was too big for itâs own good, but it fit you perfectly.
âbruceâŚâ you mutter against his lips. he kisses like a man possessed, like a man trying to make up for lost time.
his hands go from your cheeks down your dress, holding onto himself from ripping it off your body, not wanting to ruin itâ even if he could buy ten more of them and have them in your closet by tomorrow. he grunts against your lips, kissing you again and not letting you breathe for a second. his hand reaches your thigh, pushing up the dress.
your fingers go to the back of his head, feeling all in his black strands as his scruff burns against your chin and jaw. âbruce⌠handsomeâŚâ
âquit itâŚâ he says quietly, feeling you lift your hips and letting him hike your dress up enough to access your pussy. âyou and this fuckinâ dress⌠swear to god, darlingâŚâ
you grin. heâs already using his pet names. itâs adorable. you lift your hips and feel his hands all over your body. his broad shoulders flex around his suit as he gets one thing done: your dress giving him more access, and he moves onto his own clothes, his hands undoing his leather belt.
you shrug, your hair cascading down your face beautifully. âif it takes you just one dress to make you break, bruce⌠I wouldâve done it soonerâŚâ you murmur, a smile on your face.
he groans. he unbuckled his leather beltâs metal buckle and unzips his zipper. you can see his hard cock before he even pulls himself out⌠and when he pulls himself out of his boxers, itâs just as delicious as it was two years ago.
his cock was a thick seven inches, his tip leaking precum as his happy trail was just as messy as it was before, a little trimmed but still curly and the same color as his black hair⌠one prominent vein on the right side of his cock.
the heel part of your high heel brushes against his pant leg as he leans over, pushing up your dress to reveal your panties to him and he wastes no time.
rip!!!
in one swift motion, he rips open the material.
you hear the material rip, your pussy fluttering at his dominance and a shiver shoots down your spine.
âbruce!â you yelp out, seeing him and feeling the ripped panties being ripped again from the waistband, and theyâre thrown over his shoulder, landing on one of his philanthropic trophies that he wanted to throw out a long time ago. âI just bought thoseâŚâ you sheepishly add, cheeks flush.
he shakes his head, pushing up on the desk and lining his cock up with your folds. âdonât worry⌠âbuy you new pairs soonâŚâ
you moan at that. heâs good at making your pussy clench at just his words. it helps that his deep voice is to die for.
your fingers dig into the desk as you feel him press into your cunt, leaning closer to him. âbruceâŚâ you moan against his lips, you look at him in the eyes, his blue eyes pierced your eyes.
he groans as your heat envelopes him inch by inch, sucking him in deeper as his hands held your hips easily. his thumbs press into your skin, pressing a kiss onto your lips as the chatter downstairs mask your moans and sounds of the desk rutting against the floor due to the body weight shifting.
âfuck baby⌠sucking me right inâŚâ his voice says against your lips, the corner of his mouth turning into a smirk as each inch is pushed nicely into your sobbing cunt. your walls open up to him, despite clenching around him like a vice. âthis pussy missed me, didnât she?â
you nod, threading your fingers through his hair all over again. âmhm⌠sure didâŚâ you admit, cheeks spread with a blush as your legs wrapped around his waist.
each inch pushes deeper, stretching your pussy out as the wood desk creeks under the weight of you two. you lean in, pressing a kiss onto his lips. his heart does a flip. bruce wayneâs heart flips because of you, as he kisses you back instantly. with his cock settled in nicely, his bulbous tip pressing against your g-spot, his tongue licks your bottom teeth.
the veins in his hands as they gripped your thighs bulged, pumping of blood as his fingertips touched your skin like it was his lifeline.
he pulls out before thrusting back in, beginning a pace that youâve missed so fucking much, your pussy canât help but clench around him. his fingers dig deep into your thighs as his pace begins to stabilize, the desk creaking and shaking with each one of his movements.
âbruce! oh fuck!â you moan out, eyes rolling back as you immediately feel the pleasure shoot through your veins.
his pace is punishing, not waiting a damn moment as your walls stretch around his thick cock. the bulbous tip kissed your g-spot each and every thrust. âd-damn honeyâŚâ he grunts, sharp breaths leaving his throat. âfeels so fucking good⌠never forgot how good this pussy isâŚâ
you couldn't even speak, your fingers tugged at his black hair, ruining the uniform fit that he tried to keep his hair in as your heels dug into his back. words don't leave your mouth, instead moans and groans that are muffled by the noise downstairs.
your hand tugs on his hair, forcing his head inwards and involuntarily places him in between your breasts. "fuck! fuck! bruce- bruce, so good."
he groans at the placement he's put into, moving his head side to side to press wet and uncoordinated kisses on both of your boobs, his hips going faster and faster as his balls clench. it was pathetic how close he was alreadyâ he just misses you that much, a year and a half without your pussy fucking ruins him. "baby... baby... oh fuck..."
"you're close, ain't you, b-brucie..." you question, words being broken up by shaky moans. you could tell he was close just by how rushed his thrusts have gotten.
bruce furrows his eyebrows but nods, gritting his teeth. "f-fuck yeah, hun... cum first... let me feel it, darling." he encourages, moving his right hand from your thigh down to your folds, rubbing tight circles in your sobbing cunt as he pumped faster, the legs of the desk creaking louder and the items inside the desk shaking.
you nod, and with a scream of his name, your eyes roll back, and you hit your orgasm. your knuckles whiten in his hair, the other hand in his suit as your legs shake. you arch your back, pressing your chest further against his face. it's the best orgasm you've had since leaving him, cumming all over his cock.
watching in awe, bruce continues his movements, murmuring mindless praises off his mind as his hips continue to thrust in you, his fingers sliding up and down the slit of your folds.
your vision comes back to you right when bruce hits his own orgasm, slamming one more time in you, burying his cock as deep as he could get.
before you knew it or could prepare, hot strands of his semen pumps inside of you, filling your cunt full. he's so warm within you, he empties within your cunt as your walls relax around him. he shudders as he cums, digging his fingers in your thigh and pausing his other hand's movement, knees pressing into the air of the chair area of the desk, a line of spit leaving his mouth against your chest for a moment right before he collects it back into his mouth.
your fingers without conviction thread through his hair, both of you coming back down from your highs as the air in the office shifted from sex to cologne to perfume to sweat, all of which sits in an intoxicating mixture.
after a moment or two, bruce finally looks up, a dazed look in the bat's eyes that not even you could believe, his cock softening within your walls as his hand left your cunt and went up to your face, cupping your cheek.
"god you're gorgeous." he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your lips as his other hand stroked your thigh, feeling your legs slow it's trembling.
you giggle against his lips, your eyes half-lidded. "is that you speaking coherently or is it you being pussy drunk?"
he shrugs. "it can be both." he says as his scruff scratched against your cheek.
you didn't know if you and bruce were going to try again, or this was a one night fling... but you didn't question it, you simply soaked in the moment of having him all over again...
iâm gonna tweak, max mayfield and steve harrington are going to be on my screen after three years of waiting for this fuckass season to come out! bruce wayne baby boy, please let me be ur wife!
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cw: explicit, creampie, whining to Zuko that youre tired of riding him.
Youâre already panting, thighs burning as you bounce on his cock, it feels so good but youâre getting fkn tired. âZuko fuck, Iâm doing all the work again,â you huff, hips slowing just enough to make a point. Your hands press against his broad chest, nails digging in like thatâll make him move. âCanât youânghâhelp a little?â
His gold eyes narrow at you as his big hands stay planted on your waist, but they donât guide you. They just hold you there, thick cock buried deep, âThat so?â He thrusts upward once. âWhining already, princess? Thought you wanted to ride me.â
You roll your hips once more, trying to prove something, but it comes out pathetic. His cock twitches inside you, fat and heavy, veins pulsing against your walls. God, itâs so good. Too good. But your legs are shaking and youâre tired andâ
âZuko, pleaseââ
Big mistake.
In one smooth motion he flips you. Your back hits the mattress hard. Zuko looms over you as one massive hand pinning both your wrists above your head. âPrincess,â he growls, free hand gripping your thigh and shoving it up toward your chest. The new angle forces his cock even deeper, the thick head bullying. âYou wanna complain about doing all the work? Fine. Iâll do it.â
Zuko pulls back just enough for the fat head of his cock to catch at your pussy and then thrusts back in hard. âF-fuckâZukoâ!â
âYeah?â He pulls back only to drive in again, hips snapping. Every thrust rocks your whole body, tits bouncing, âThis what you wanted? Me doing all the fuckinâ work?â
You nod frantically, âZukoâahhâtoo muchâslow downâ!â
âSlow down?â He scoffs, hooking your leg over his shoulder driving in harder, âYou were whining about doing nothing nâ now itâs too much? Tch.â
Sweat slicks your skin, your thighs trembling where heâs got you pinned. âZukoâZuâfuck, Iâmâ!â You whimper louder about to orgasm as the coarse hair at the base of his cock rubs against your swollen clit.
âCâmon then,â he growls, voice dripping with mock sweetness. âCum on my cock like the spoiled little slut you are. Make it loud for me, princess.â
Tears slip down your cheeks, mouth hanging open in a constant stream of loud, whimpering moans that get louder with every brutal thrust.
Youâre a mess but Zuko just looks so fucking happy, that smug smirk never leaving his face. âStill wanna whine about doing all the work?â he asks, thumb brushing your bottom lip.
You shake your head weakly, utterly spent, a satisfied little whimper slipping out instead. You were a lucky girl, indeed.
a/n: ok fuck sorry I folded and I love u guys and and wrote this after work fuck bc I ACTUALLY NEED HIM TO BEND ME OVER RIGHT NOW plz plz plz Zuko I need u more than toji plz actually both of u plz at the same damn time
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(azriel x reader)
author's note: once again, this fic is inspired by a song which the full version of actually just released today! unholy by sam smith and kim petras is the ultimate strip club vibes so you know i had to write an azriel piece about it.
warning: public stripping, thigh riding, lap dances, daddy kink and mutual masturbation. honestly, take your pick and it's there.
summary: tired of being the innocent one out of the inner circle, you show azriel your unholy fantasies.
It started out as a stupid dare.Â
Get up on stage and dance.Â
A simple enough task, propositioned by the one and only Morrigan. She didn't think you would actually do it. To be fair, you didnât think you would either, but against better judgment, you found yourself agreeing. Fueled by strong faerie wine and the company of your friends, you were determined to let tonight be the night that you finally let loose.Â
What started out as a spontaneous performance with the burlesque dancers on stage somehow snowballed into giving Azriel a very suggestive, very seductive, and very unexpected lap dance in one of the private rooms at Ritaâs. Â
But you were getting to that.Â
In hindsight, perhaps things had gotten a little out of hand, but at least now no one could ever accuse you of holding back.Â
Out of your circle of friends, you were always considered the innocent one. The sweet and demure healer who blushed at Cassianâs flirtatious remarks and balked at Morâs suggestive dares. It wasnât like you were inexperienced, but your hesitation and reluctance when it came to the inner circle's wilder antics unintentionally created a good girl persona for yourself that couldnât be further from who you really were.Â
In truth, you were just a notorious overthinker and it took awhile for you to get comfortable showing others your true colors. The majority of the time, you were perfectly content letting everyone chalk it up to shyness, but tonight Cassianâs teasing managed to get under your skin.Â
âThereâs no way youâre going up there, honey.âÂ
Even the nickname, dubbed by the Illyrian general to commemorate your first meeting at Madjaâs clinic when you smeared honey salve on his once tattered wings, alluded to your supposedly saccharine nature. The rest of your friends spurred you on to join the burlesque dancer beckoning you onto the stage. All except the shadowsinger, who offered an apologetic smile on behalf of his brother.Â
âDonât listen to Cas. You donât have to do anything you donât want to.âÂ
The remark was incredibly thoughtful of Azriel, but unbeknownst to him, it contained just the right amount of challenge to nudge you out of your comfort zone. You were tired of everyone assuming that you were coy and naive and perhaps showing them a different side of you would change their assumptions, Azriel included. Though the shadowsinger never made you feel ashamed of your more cautious approach, you wanted him to see you as more than the designated innocent member of the inner circle.Â
âWhat if I want to?â you ask with a raised brow.Â
The mischievous grin that spread across his beautiful face sent shivers down your spine. âThen youâd be making every male in this place very, very happy.âÂ
With a wicked smile, you rose from your seat and tossed your jacket at Cassian who stared after you in disbelief before launching into a deafening cheer. Beside him, Rhys and Feyre clapped while Mor whistled. Amren smirked over the top of her wine glass, but Nesta, who was the only friend who had ever witnessed your wild side first hand thanks to your countless girls night out with the Valkyries, simply mouthed a message of encouragement.Â
Give them hell.
Your skin buzzed with anticipation as you climbed up onto the makeshift stage at Ritaâs, sidling in next to the pretty pixie who twirled you around towards the audience.Â
âAnd who is this pretty little thing joining us tonight?âÂ
You blushed, blinking under the bright faelights pointed in your direction. The varying colors flashed with every shade of the rainbow. âYou can call me honey.âÂ
The dancer laughs in delight as the roaring cheer of your friends echo through the pleasure hall. âLetâs see if youâve got some sting to you, honeybee.âÂ
With a snap of her fingers, the faelights dimmed and the music filtered through the room. A smoky blue spotlight kissed you with its hazy ring while fog skittered through your ankles. The pulsating beat thrummed through your body, drowning out your nerves with its seductive rhythm. You must have watched the burlesque dancers perform this routine half a dozen times and while it was more daring than your classical ballet training, the music flowed through your body all the same.Â
Your hips swayed to the beat, losing yourself in the fluid movements of the dance. Leaning forward, you trace the outline of your leg, fingertips skirting along your supple skin, and stopping right above the hem of your dress. Teasing the audience, you allow the skirts to ride up to your thighs, giving them a brief glimpse of the lace garter holding up your thigh high stockings.Â
The crowd was rambunctious as you winked before turning around and unzipping the zipper on the side of your dress. The dainty floral fabric slipped off with ease, revealing the lace nightgown that you were wearing underneath. You kicked the dress off to the side of the stage with your right heel, eliciting a roar of cheers from the audience.Â
Mor was full on standing and whistling between her fingers. Teetering beside her, Feyre squealed in delight while Rhysand jokingly covered his eyes. Amren raised an amused brow while Nesta merely smiled. Her mate was the most boisterous of the group, letting the entirety of Ritaâs know that it was his friend up there currently stripping for them.Â
But it was Azrielâs gaze - golden and burning - that pierced right through you. The way the shadowsinger was looking at you made you feel more exposed than the act of undressing in front of nearly half the citizens of Velaris.Â
Tossing your dark hair over your shoulders, you shot him a quick wink. He leaned forward to the edge of his seat, elbows pressed against the top of his knees while he watched you with unveiled scrutiny. Shadows peered over his shoulders, plunging him into a deeper darkness than the already dim lighting of the pleasure hall.Â
Azriel had opted out of his usual dark leathers tonight and was instead donning a casual dark button up and black trousers. Thanks to the current heat wave in Velaris, the shadowsinger left the first few buttons of his shirt open, giving you a full view of the sprawling tattoos inked upon his golden brown skin. As if that weren't enough to give you heart palpitations, he'd also rolled up the sleeves to his elbows to showcase his strong arms. Your gaze immediately dropped down to the large veins covering them and immediately felt a bead of sweat slide down your back at the sight. Perhaps it was a peculiar thing to find attractive, but this was Azriel. The male made the act of breathing look like a masterpiece.
The other dancers gyrated around you and the pretty pixie gripped your waist, turning you once more to show you off to the crowd, but Azrielâs eyes remained solely fixed on you. An easy smile broke through his usual cool demeanor and a shiver went through your spine when he rose, those powerful wings of his flaring behind his back as he raised a glass in your direction.Â
You swallowed thickly as he tipped the glass to his lips, the crimson wine sliding into his mouth and tinting those plush lips of his a deliciously wicked red color. Azriel never once broke eye contact while his pink tongue darted across his bottom lip, licking away the remnants of the alcohol.Â
It was undoubtedly the sexiest thing youâve ever seen.Â
Perhaps that single flirtatious gesture was to blame for what happened next.Â
After wrapping up your brief stint as a burlesque dancer, the drinks flowed and the party migrated to the private room reserved for you and your friends at the back of the building. As you made your way through the packed crowd, several people congratulated you on your performance and some even offered to buy you a drink. Never mind that you couldnât recall the last time you paid a single coin out of your pocket for your countless nights out thanks to Rhysandâs open tab. You wouldnât be surprised if the High Lord was singlehandedly funding this pleasure hall on the inner circle's supply of wine alone.Â
Cassian waved off your admirers, drunkenly draping an arm over your shoulder. âWho the hell knew you had it in you, honey?âÂ
âI did,â Nesta announces proudly. âThat was tame compared to the moves Iâve seen her unleash at the tavern.âÂ
You blushed, sticking a tongue out at your friend. âThat was supposed to be our secret, Nes!âÂ
Mor chuckled, falling in step beside you. âCatâs out of the bag now. Our honeybee is a certified smoke show. That little striptease was hotter than the Cauldron.â The blondeâs mischievous sights settled on Azriel. âWasnât she on fire up there, Az?âÂ
You elbowed the blonde, but she only grinned in response.Â
âYou brought the whole damn house down, honey.âÂ
Azrielâs words swept over you like a torrential wind. His gaze stayed glued on you all night, serving as your own little spotlight and burning brighter than the faelights from earlier.Â
As you slid into the booth next to him, your body thrummed from post adrenaline rush. You hadnât bothered to put your dress back on, opting to stay in the skimpy little nightgown that left barely a sliver to the imagination. Goosebumps prickled your skin as you scooted closer to Azriel, arms and thighs touching as Nesta and Cassian sandwiched the two of you towards the end of the table.Â
The familiar scent of night-chilled mist and cedar enveloped you on all sides. To your left, Nesta shot you a knowing look which you rebuffed with a subtle shake of your head.Â
Make a move, she mouthed.Â
Fuck off, you responded.Â
The brunette smirked and inclined her chin towards Azriel, who was looking at you expectantly. The boldness from earlier weaned under the intensity of his gaze. Despite Nestaâs urging, you couldnât muster up the courage to make the first move. Youâve been crushing on Azriel since the moment Cassian had dragged him into Madjaâs clinic, fussing and fighting against receiving treatment for a mild injury to his wing.Â
Youâd pulled out a sharp basilisk tooth, threatening to inject him with venom if he didnât allow you to patch up his wing. Azriel had taken to you instantly after that, often dropping by the clinic to eat lunch with you or walk you home after a long day of tending to gruesome wounds.Â
You cherished the friendship you had with him, but there were times when you wanted more. Tonight being one of them.Â
Because in the midst of the loud, crowded room, you only really had eyes for Azriel.Â
The shadowsinger smiles, draping an arm over your shoulder. A silver necklace peeked out from his exposed chest, settling into the hard planes of his muscles while he scooted closer. âI meant what I said earlier,â he states over the blaring music. âYou were great up there.âÂ
âThank you. Itâs been a while since Iâve been on stage.âÂ
Azriel squeezes your arm. âIâm only sorry that I never got to see you perform at the ballet.âÂ
You smile. He knew how much you loved dancing. When you met, you had just finished your stint as prima ballerina at the Velaris Ballet and shifted towards turning your volunteer work at Madjaâs clinic into a full time job, though it never really felt like one. You liked helping people too much to consider it work.Â
âPerhaps Iâll give you a private performance one of these days.âÂ
Just like that, the boldness was back with a vengeance.Â
Azriel raises a brow. âFeeling daring tonight, are we?âÂ
You shrug nonchalantly. âThe nightâs still young. Who knows what sort of trouble Cas and Mor have in store for us?âÂ
You nod towards your friends, who were now dancing atop a table at the corner of the room. The wood creaked underneath their weight, but the two didnât seem to notice.Â
The shadowsinger chuckled beside you, his fingers skimming the side of your neck. They drummed a pleasant little pattern on your skin as you gulped down a sip of your wine.Â
âSorry about their teasing. They can get a little out of hand sometimes.âÂ
âItâs alright, I knew what I signed up for when I agreed to come out tonight,â you glance up at him, cheeks heating from a mixture of the alcohol and your close proximity to the Illyrian warrior. âBesides, it was time for me to come out of my comfort zone.âÂ
âSpeaking of comfort zones,â Nesta interjects. âI think itâs time for a drinking game.â
Your friend beckoned her mate over and the rest of the inner circle followed suit. You raised a brow at Nesta, who rarely ever initiated these games. She shot a feral smile at you, which told you all that you needed to know. You were in deep shit.
âWhat are we playing, Nes?â Cassian asked.Â
A mischievous smile spread across the femaleâs face. âTruth or drink.â She lined up the shot glasses in the middle of the table, filling each one to the brim with alcohol. âThe person next to you gets to ask a question. You can choose to either answer truthfully or take the shot.âÂ
Mor smirked. âThis should be fun.âÂ
Nesta nodded to the blonde, who was sitting right next to her youngest sister. âLooks like youâre up first, Feyre. Mor, will you do the honors?âÂ
The devious smile that spread across the beautiful femaleâs face was downright wicked as she nodded. She tilted her head, examining Feyre. âOut of all of the High Lords, who do you think is the kinkiest in bed?âÂ
You snorted as Feyreâs eyes went wide. Sheepishly, she mouthed a sorry to Rhys. âHelion, for sure.âÂ
Cassian hooted, clapping his brother on the back. âDonât take offense, brother. The High Lord of Day would put any of us to shame.âÂ
Rhys grinned. âNone taken. Helion can take the prize for kinkiest, as long as Iâm still the most handsome High Lord in your eyes, Feyre darling.âÂ
âGet a room, you two,â Amren said with a roll of her eyes. She gestured to Feyre. âNow do us all a favor and ask your mate something to knock him down a few pegs.â
Feyre nodded, determined. âYou once told me that you, Cas, and Az measured wingspans. To settle the age-old argument, who has the biggest wings?âÂ
The High Lord chuckled. âEasy. Itâs Az.âÂ
Everyone glanced at Azriel, who only shrugged in response. Morrigan raised a brow. âFollow up question, if Az has the biggest wings then does my theory about its correlation to other body parts hold up as well?âÂ
Naturally, your gaze drifted to the shadowsinger who winked in response. He leaned in, shadows wafting over him like smoke. âDonât tell me youâre curious too.âÂ
âMaybe I am,â you shot back flirtatiously. âFor scientific purposes, of course.âÂ
âOf course,â Azriel echoes, squeezing your knee under the table. His hand remained there even as you both drew your attention back to the game at hand.Â
Rhysand raised the shot glass in his hands. âNow thatâs one secret Iâll never tell, cousin.â The High Lord tipped the liquor back and grimaced from the burn of the alcohol.Â
His laser focus was upon Mor at once, stars winking into his violet eyes. âI think I speak for everyone when I say that this is a question all of us are dying to know. When are you finally going to ask Emerie out?âÂ
The blonde shot her cousin a glare. It had been nearly a year since Morrigan finally felt comfortable sharing the truth about her sexuality and all of your friends had been extremely supportive. On top of that, each of you were particularly invested in her budding romance with the Illyrian female.Â
âEmerie and I actually already went out last week.âÂ
A chorus of gasps and inquiries erupted from your friends. Derailed by this new revelation, you watched in amusement as Cassian grilled the blonde for details. Sipping your wine, you tried to look everywhere but the hand resting on your knee. The front of your dress had slightly ridden up your thigh so Azrielâs fingers were splayed out on the sliver of exposed skin between the hem of your dress and the tops of your stockings.Â
The shadowsinger was facing straight ahead, but a hint of a smirk graced his beautiful face as you tried not to squirm in your seat.Â
âEnough about my love life,â Mor says with a wave of her hand. âIt's your turn, Cas. Last Winter Solstice, I gave you custom red leather boots, but I have never seen you wear it once. Were you lying when you said you liked them?âÂ
Cassianâs eyes widened. You chuckled as the Illyrian general dramatically picked up his shot glass, tapped it on the wood, and downed the liquid in one gulp.
Mor gasped, slapping the sticky surface of the table. âYou told me you loved them!âÂ
The wings upon Cassianâs back twinged slightly. âNo comment.âÂ
âWith you two? I thought the boots would get some use in the bedroom,â you say, wiggling a brow suggestively between Nesta and Cassian.Â
Immediate regret shot through you like electricity as Azrielâs hand inched higher up your thigh. He squeezed gently and you nearly knocked your knee into the top of the table. Shadows pulled your ankles to the floor while Azriel's cool demeanor never once faltered.
While Mor and Cassian duked it out, the shadowsinger leaned over conspiratorially. âItâs not so nice to be on the receiving end of the teasing, is it?âÂ
âThat's not fair. You're playing dirty and you know it, Az.âÂ
The grin he flashed was nothing short of feral. âOh you have no idea how dirty I can get, princess.âÂ
Heat flared through your skin in response. What the hell was happening? You swallowed thickly, trying your best to keep up with the line of questions going around the table. In true Cassian fashion, the Illyrian general turned upon his mate with a downright ruthless smile.Â
âDuring your last girlâs night at the House, all of you got drunk and decided to skinny dip in the Sidra. Two of the Valkyries backed out, but the others almost got caught by the sentries posted by the river. Which of you had to run buck naked through the night with only burlap sacks covering them?âÂ
Nestaâs gaze met yours. You gave her a small nod, confirming that it was alright for her to reveal your crimes.Â
âIt was me and honey.âÂ
The room erupted into boisterous laughter. Rhysand narrowed his eyes. âThat was you two? The sentries woke me up in the middle of the night to ask if they should go after the streakers.âÂ
Nesta only shrugged. âYour turn, honey.â Her unyielding gaze flickers on your face, examining you with careful consideration. Then, a smile bloomed on her lovely face. âHave you ever had a dirty dream about anyone in this room?âÂ
Shit. You were going to kill her. Nesta was well aware of the answer to that question since you had shared a particularly steamy dream youâd had of Azriel that wouldâve made Sellyn Drake herself blush. The shadowsingerâs fingers hovered over your skin, noticing the sudden stiffness of your limbs and the shift in your breathing. You twirled your finger around the rim of the shot glass, deciding your fate.Â
âYes,â you finally answer.Â
Nesta smirks. âCare to share who the dream was about?âÂ
âYou only get one question, Nes.âÂ
Your friends groaned, but Nesta only chuckled. âFair enough.â A vexatious glint shimmered in her eyes while she nodded to your right. âAsk Az a question then.âÂ
Azriel smiled as his fingertips traced idle patterns on your skin. The contact made you clench your thighs together, but the pull of his shadows spread your feet apart so his hand could travel further up your leg.Â
The Illyrian had a wolfish smile on his face as he whispered only low enough for you to hear. âBetter make it a good one, princess.âÂ
You examined the male, grin growing wide as the perfect question came to mind. If Azriel wanted to play dirty, so be it. âHave you ever used the chains and whips in the dungeon for anything other than torture?âÂ
The whole room held their breath as the shadowsingerâs gaze met yours. Those hazel eyes of his beckoned you forth like a magnet, never once leaving your face as he picked up his shot glass. Licking his plump lips, he gave you a wink as he tipped the alcohol back.Â
Cassian chuckled. âI think that was answer enough.âÂ
Azriel shrugged casually, not a hint of emotion breaking through that cool exterior of his. The game continued with another round of questions and the shadowsinger swept his hot touch over your skin once more. The caress held nothing but promise.
âYouâll pay for that later, honey.âÂ
The threat made you dizzy with arousal. You were barely paying attention to the scandalous information being discussed, too busy with the task of discretely ogling Azriel through the rim of your wine glass. Your hot gaze trailed from the soft dark hair curling around his ears, inky strands caressing the sharp angle of his cheekbones. The glow of the faelights bathed his golden brown skin in a soft halo, hugging the elegant slope of his nose and framing his smirking mouth. With the rim of the wine glass caught between them, Azriel's lips appeared so enticing that it was almost criminal.
Gods, he was so fucking beautiful. It almost hurt to look at him directly.
Azriel squeezed you gently. âSee something you like?âÂ
âMhm,â you murmur. âYouâre just so pretty, Az.â
You reveled in the blush that swept over his cheeks. âFucking hell,â he muttered under his breath. âYouâre the only pretty thing I see here, princess.â
You grin, batting your lashes. The rest of your group seemed utterly oblivious to the game happening between you and the shadowsinger. He inched his way closer to the edge of your panties as you sucked in a sharp intake of breath. The arousal coating the lace fabric had you soaked right through. The scent of it wafted up to Azriel who only smiled, satisfaction written all over his smug face.Â
âNow be a good girl and ask me another question.â
An hour and two drinks later, you found yourself perched on the shadowsingerâs lap. The longer the night went on, the touchier you both got. It started with you playfully stretching your legs onto Azrielâs lap, which led to him pulling you by the ankles to bring you closer, and eventually bouncing you on his knee so you could hear each other better.Â
The rest of your friends had joined the crowd outside, no doubt dancing the night away as you and Azriel stayed behind in the private room. On any other night, you wouldâve been out on the dance floor partying it up with Mor and Feyre, but right now, you were perfectly content where you were.Â
Azriel tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. âYou should wear your hair down more often,â he states in a low and husky voice. âI like it this way.âÂ
His fingertips skirt over your collarbone, toying with the strap of your lace nightgown. The flimsy spaghetti strap slides off your shoulder, revealing the blue lace bra underneath.Â
âThis dress,â he murmurs in appreciation. âI like this dress on you, too.âÂ
You blush, tipping your head back in laughter. âAre you just going to keep naming things you like about me?âÂ
âWeâd be here all night.âÂ
âYouâre a shameless flirt, Az.âÂ
A shiver snakes its way up your spine as his shadows sweep over you, their cool touch caressing your cheek. âOnly for you.â
âYou seem different tonight,â he whispers into your ear. âLess guarded. More confident.âÂ
âMaybe Iâm tired of everyone thinking of me as the innocent one.âÂ
Azriel chuckles. âThe first time I met you, you threatened to stab me with a basilisk tooth. You never had me fooled for a second.âÂ
âYou know what I mean, Az. Iâm the one that always holds back. The one that overthinks everything. For once, I just want to be the fun one.âÂ
âHence the stripping on stage?â he teases, twirling your hair between his fingers. You rolled your eyes playfully and he tickled your cheeks with the strands. âYou are fun, whether youâre undressing for all of Ritaâs to see or curling up with one of those smutty books you like so much back at your flat.âÂ
You tilt your head to the side, biting back a smile. âI donât know. It might be silly, but sometimes I wish I had the courage to be this version of myself more often.âÂ
Azrielâs fingers traced the curve of your jaw. âYou know you can always be yourself around me, right? The good, the bad, the ugly. I like every version of yourself that you allow me to see. Tonight is no different.âÂ
Warmth spread through your cheeks and you pitched forward, covering your face within the dark curtain of your hair. âYouâre my best friend, Az. You have to say that.âÂ
The shadowsinger lifts your chin, examining your features with tender eyes. Your heart was pounding inside your chest so frantically that it would take a miracle for Azriel not to hear it.Â
âFriends donât think of each other the way I think about you,â he says softly.Â
The butterflies in your stomach fluttered erratically. âAnd what exactly do you think about me?âÂ
He pauses, taking you in. âI think that youâre smart and sweet and funny. I think that my day never really feels complete until I talk to you because youâre honestly one of my favorite people.â Your heart fluttered in your chest as a hint of mischief flashed through Azrielâs eyes.Â
With his voice low and his gaze hot, Azriel adds, âAnd I think that if I told you the filthy thoughts that crossed my mind while you were dancing on stage, no one would ever see you as innocent again.âÂ
A shiver went down your spine. Youâd imagined crossing this line with Azriel so many times, but you were too afraid of ruining your friendship to ever pursue it. The flirting and the touching wasnât anything new. You and Azriel had a tendency to draw towards each other wherever you were, but besides the occasional suggestive remark or lingering touch, neither one of you acknowledged the sexual tension brewing between you.Â
More than that, Azriel truly was your best friend. You talked about anything and everything under the sun and you just understood one another. Itâs rare to find a connection with someone like that. So, you kept your feelings under lock and key, but now Azriel had unlocked unknown territory.Â
You couldnât deny the desire rolling off of you in waves. The thoughts running through your head were ones that you only allowed yourself to think about when you were alone. Usually in your bed or in the bath with your fingers between your legs, but now, the male that consumed your thoughts just admitted that you consumed his too. You werenât about to let this moment pass you by.
Music pulsed through the room and you could feel the seductive beat thrumming through your veins. You rose to standing, perching yourself between Azrielâs thighs. Guiding his hands over your waist, you shot him a seductive grin.Â
âWhat are you doing?â Azriel asked, his voice so low you could barely hear it.Â
âShowing you what I think about when I think about you.âÂ
The dim faelights flickered as your body swayed to the music, hips rocking side to side as you circled Azriel. The glow of the siphons on his hands reflected off the lights, bathing the entire room in a hazy cobalt fog. With the pulsating beat of the music and the sultry lighting, your body moved of its own accord. The shadowsinger's eyes followed your movements, from the way your fingertips traced the soft curves of your body to the sensual pop of your hips as you dropped it low. You slowly rose, bending over backwards and giving him a full view of your backside.
You continued to gyrate, your body flowing as smoothly as the Sidra. Winding and grinding, Azriel craned his neck to watch as you danced around him. You kneeled, fingers twining with his while you twirled back up to standing. Slowly, you pressed your chest against his and let your lips brush against his cheek while the tops of your breasts grazed his mouth. You tugged at the chain dangling on his neck, watching as his eyes fluttered close while you placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth. He tried to capture your lips in his, but you only chuckled while you turned around and perched yourself on his lap.
Azrielâs tongue darts out from between his lips as the straps of your dress fall over your shoulder. He inhales sharply as you settle between his thighs, grinding against him slowly while your hips rocked in a steady rhythm. The shadowsinger grips your waist in his large hands, fingers disappearing underneath the lacy fabric of your nightgown. Finally, you turn to face him and the ravenous look in his eyes made you shiver with anticipation.
He traced soothing circles against your skin as you settled over his right thigh, your arms hooking behind his head. Deft fingers hike the skirt of your dress up even more until your lace panties pressed against the fabric of his trousers. You rocked your hips over his thigh, moaning as the friction rubbed against your already soaking core.Â
âIs this what you think about?â Azriel whispers into your ear. âTeasing the absolute hell out of me until Iâm so hard that I canât even think straight?â
âYes,â you whimper as you buck against him, your arousal coating your lace underwear and his trousers. His fingers lace through your hair, gripping the back of your head with light force. âI fantasize about it all the time. In my bed. In the bath. Anywhere I can.âÂ
âFuck, thatâs hot. Do you get yourself off while thinking of me, princess?âÂ
âAlways,â you admit breathlessly. âItâs always you.âÂ
âDo you touch yourself and imagine that its my fingers inside of you?â He groaned, kneading your ass with his hand. âDo you fuck yourself and call out my name?âÂ
You nod, the hazy fog of lust clouding your thoughts. âI do.âÂ
âThen show me, princess.âÂ
Azriel guides your hand towards your lace panties. He yanks them off you, tearing the delicate fabric and exposing your bare cunt to the cold air. The ruined lace rolls off your ankles and he discards them to the floor without a second glance. He lifts you gingerly, sliding out of his own pants so he could feel your arousal against his leg.Â
âWhat would our friends think if they could see us now?â The dark chuckle that followed told you exactly how little he cared if anyone were to walk through the door. The risk of getting caught made this that much more enticing.Â
âI donât care,â you answer. âDo you?âÂ
Azriel guided your hips over his leg once more and the skin on skin contact nearly made your eyes roll to the back of your head. âMy little exhibitionist,â he says with a smirk. âTell me what you want.âÂ
You bit your lip, thinking. âI want to ride your thigh.â
He chuckles darkly. âNot so innocent now, are we? Is that really what you want? To ride my thigh until youâre nothing but a needy, whining mess in my lap?â
âYes, Az. Please,â you plead, pouting your lips.Â
âCome get yourself off on my thigh then, princess.â
That was all the encouragement you needed before you needily grinded against him. Azrielâs warm mouth connected to your neck, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses along your skin. His lips skirted over the hollow of your throat, nipping and sucking all the way down to your collarbone. He pulled down the straps of your dress, letting it drape down your torso as he admired the lacy blue bra hiding underneath.Â
Azriel inhaled sharply at the sight of your cleavage. He continued kissing your chest while dexterously making quick work of the hook of your bra. Releasing your breasts from their constraints, he cupped your soft flesh before taking a nipple into his mouth. Your back arched as his tongue swirled around your peak and you continued riding his warm thigh, the slick sound of your arousal rubbing against him filling the room.Â
The sensation on your clit is heavenly and you could feel yourself closer and closer to reaching your reprieve as he hums against your skin. A slick sound interrupted your thoughts and you looked down to find Azriel pumping himself while he watched you get yourself off on his lap. The sight of his hard cock in his hand made your mouth water.Â
âTouch yourself for me, princess.âÂ
You whimpered, sliding a finger over your clit and rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves while Azriel continued to rub himself underneath you. Two fingers slide into your pussy, coating them with your juices while you and Azriel watch each other masturbate. You bucked against your own hand, imagining that it was his cock underneath you and releasing a loud moan.Â
âThatâs it, princess. Keep fucking yourself against me until you cum.âÂ
The buck of your hips turns erratic as Azriel continues to watch you shamelessly get off on his thigh. Your toes curled, body tensing as waves of pleasure washed over you. The friction made your head swim with incoherent thoughts.
"Azriel," you gasp, moaning his name into the crook of his neck while you worked yourself towards release.
A light tug at the back of your head placed you face to face with the shadowsinger. His hazel eyes glowed with desire, drinking in the sight of you pleading his name like a prayer.
"Say it again."
With your mouth slightly open, panting as the pressure built behind your needy core, you whimpered. "Azriel."
His free hand drifted up to your nipple, rubbing and teasing as you bucked against his touch. Azriel licked the hollow of your throat, nipping at your soft skin and sucking at your flesh so hard that it was sure to bruise. You could only imagine the trail of love bites littered all over your neck.
Azriel grinned into your skin. "Don't cover my marks. After we walk out of here, I want everyone to know who did this to you. Who made you whimper and moan and beg. You're mine, princess. Do you understand?"
You whimpered against his neck. Shadows coiled at the base of your throat, turning your chin to place you face to face once again. The intensity of his hazel gaze burned into your skin like a brand.
"When I ask you a question, I expect an answer." Azriel withdrew his touch from your nipple and you whined at the loss of warmth.
"I'm yours, Azriel," you answer in a breathy pant. "I always have been."
The growl that emitted from the back of his throat was nothing like youâve ever heard before. Azrielâs free hand tangled through the back of your head as he forcefully pressed his mouth against yours. Your lips melded together, making your head swim with lust as his tongue slipped inside your mouth. The kiss brings you over the edge and a whining pant escapes from the back of your throat as Azriel swears.Â
âLet go, princess. Iâve got you.âÂ
Azriel kisses you, deep and slow, while you give yourself over to your orgasm. The tension in your abdomen uncoiled and you came all over his muscled thigh. With a growl, Azriel releases his cock from his right hand and plunges his own fingers inside of you. The peak of your release intensified as he curved his middle and pointer finger inside your walls, eliciting wave after wave of pleasure to rack through your body. You whine as he withdraws seconds later, your juices coating his digits. Arousal glistened on his scarred fingers and he brought them to his mouth, licking up every last drop of you.Â
âYou taste like fucking heaven, honey. Better than what I couldâve imagined.â He brought his fingers to your lips. âSee for yourself.â
You took his digits into your parted mouth, swirling your tongue and tasting yourself on him. His eyes were nearly black as you sucked on his fingers, releasing them with a loud pop as he pulled them out of your mouth.Â
âSuch a good girl for me.âÂ
âI want to taste you, Az.âÂ
The curses that flew out of his beautiful mouth wouldâve made a sailor blush. You smirked, giving him a quick peck before sliding down onto your knees. Above you, Azriel watched with lust blown eyes while you grip his cock in your dainty hands. Lifting his shirt, you greedily licked a trail up his abs while he shuddered at the sensation of your warm mouth.Â
His wings flared behind him as a moan ripped through his chest. Pure, unadulterated pleasure rocked through his body while his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head. âKeep teasing like that, princess and youâll have me on my knees by the end of the night.â
Satisfied with that response, you pumped him in your hand and grinned. You spit in your right hand, rubbing up and down his length with determination. Flicking your hair over your shoulder, you licked his long, hard member from base to tip, catching his precum in your mouth while Azriel gathered your hair in his hands.Â
Glancing up at him through your lashes, you squeezed him in your hand, slowly pumping his member as you began to take him into your mouth. Tears pricked the back of your eyes while his cock hit the back of your throat. Azriel was bigger than anyone youâve ever taken. You gagged on the sheer size of his member, your spit trailing down his lap while you fucked him with your mouth.Â
âThatâs it, honey,â he said gruffly. âYou can take it.âÂ
Azriel guided the back of your head, helping you bob up and down his length while he moaned your name. He yanked on your hair while you gagged, the sloppy sounds of you choking on his cock filling the room. The filthy swears coming out of his mouth only served to turn you on even more.Â
âDoes my pretty little princess like to choke on my cock?â He shudders, bucking his hips into your mouth. âYouâre just begging to have your throat fucked, arenât you?âÂ
You whined, inhaling through your nose while tears streamed down your cheeks. Saliva dribbled down your chin and you were pretty sure that youâd been reduced to nothing but a slobbery mess, but you were determined to get Azriel off with your mouth.Â
âFuck,â Azriel swears, rolling his head back as he spoke. âHow are you so good at that? Taking me in so deep like a good girl.âÂ
You hummed while sucking your cheeks in, letting his length hit the back of your throat over and over again. The shadowsinger shuddered, wings fluttering behind him as he came closer and closer to his release.
âI want to make you cum, Az.âÂ
âNot yet, princess. I want to feel how wet you are for me first. I could smell your arousal all night and I want to fucking bury myself in it.â
He released his hold on your hair, picking you up from your kneeling position. Your legs wobbled underneath you, but Azriel steadied you and placed your hands on the wooden table directly in front of you. He swept away the remnants of food and drinks littering its surface onto the floor and hovered over you. Shadows swirled through your ankles, spreading your legs apart with force as Azriel cups your ass.Â
âBe a good girl and bend over.âÂ
A shock of electricity jolted through you as you leaned over the table, face down and ass up. His fingers traced the thigh high stockings covering your lower half, cupping your ass in appreciation. A loud smack echoed through your ears as Azriel brought his hand down on your right cheek. The action stung and it would no doubt leave a handprint on your ass until the next morning, but your head was reeling with too much pleasure to care. Steadying himself on the table, Azriel lined the tip of his cock on your wet cunt and teased along your slit.
Your pussy throbbed with desire, needy and desperate to feel Azriel buried deep inside you. A whine escaped your lips as you greedily rocked against him. The shadowsinger smacked your ass again, gripping your waist in place.Â
âI wouldnât do that again unless you want to get punished. I decide when to put my cock inside you. Do you understand, princess?âÂ
You nod, goosebumps prickling over your skin. âYes, daddy.âÂ
Azriel chuckles darkly. âAbsolutely fucking filthy. My spoiled rotten little princess.â He braced himself behind you. âNow try and be quiet so the rest of the people here wonât know that daddy's about to fuck you into oblivion.âÂ
âIâll be good.âÂ
âThatâs what I like to hear.âÂ
Azriel eased himself into you, swearing under his breath when he slid into your wet pussy. You were dripping for him and it made it that much easier for him to slip all the way in. He moved slowly, thrusting into you at a steady tempo until he hit that sweet spot within you that made you cry out in pleasure. Encouraged by your reaction, the shadowsinger rutted into you relentlessly and you tried to desperately swallow the moans rising within you. A small whimper slipped out and Azriel leaned over you, his lips grazing the shell of your ear.Â
âWhat did I say about being quiet?â he hissed into your ear, suddenly pulling out of you. The absence of his warmth inside you made you whine in desperation.Â
âPlease, I swear Iâll be quiet. You just feel so fucking good.âÂ
âLook at you begging for me. You just canât help yourself, can you?â Azrielâs hand trails up your torso, squeezing your breast on the way up before wrapping his fingers around your throat. âI suppose Iâll just have to find another way to keep you quiet.âÂ
Shadows clamp down over your mouth while Azriel pounds into you again, squeezing gently on your neck. The lack of oxygen combined with his aggressive thrusts had you reeling with pleasure. Until now, youâd never really understood the appeal of choking, but with his hand wrapped around your neck and his cock buried deep inside you, Azriel was convincing you otherwise.Â
With your face pressed against the table, Azriel gathers your hair into his fist and leans over so that his chest is touching your bare skin. The cold sensation of his necklace hit the small of your back while he savagely pounded into you again and again.
âMy honeyâs just so pretty when Iâm fucking her senseless.â He presses a kiss on your shoulder, teeth sinking into your skin as he railed you from behind. âFeels so fucking good. Like your pretty little cunt was made just for me.âÂ
The vice grip of your walls pulsed around his member while he hit all the right spots. Your legs were shaking as skin slapped against skin, the tempo of his thrusts matching the pulsating beat of the music blaring through the pleasure hall. If any of your friends walked through that door, theyâd see the tears forming in your eyes as you begged Azriel for more. The thrill of getting caught in the act made you moan into the shadowsingerâs hand.Â
He eased on his grip, leaning over to hear what you had to say. âFuck me, daddy. Fuck me until I cum all over your cock. Please.âÂ
Azriel chuckled. âSince you asked so nicely, princess. Iâll let you cum first.âÂ
His hands traveled south, settling on your clit while he rubbed circular motions over the sensitive spot. The shadowsinger rutted even more aggressively into you and the sweet nothings he whispered into your hair had you gushing all over him. Turning your head towards him, he kissed you deeply and swallowed your moans into his own mouth.Â
âThatâs it, honey. Just ride it out. Wanna feel you cum while Iâm deep inside you.â
The second orgasm rocked you harder than the first. Your walls clenched around Azriel, coating his member with your arousal while it dripped out of you.Â
âSuch a good girl. You want daddy to fill you up, princess?âÂ
You nod, biting your lip. Azrielâs veiny, tattooed arms came down on either side of you as he released a shaky breath. âCum inside me, Azriel. I can take it.âÂ
It was all the encouragement Azriel needed to hear before spurting his seed inside of you, his teeth sinking into your shoulder to mask his moans of pleasure. The shadowsinger sighed in contentment, turning you over for a kiss. His forehead dipped down to yours, a shy smile spreading across his face.Â
âAre you okay?â he asks, his voice laced with concern. It sounded so different from the confident, authoritative male from a few moments ago.Â
You smiled, nodding your head. âNever better.âÂ
Azriel scanned the room and took in the mess you both made, the food and bottles littering the floor, the ruined underwear hanging over the booth, and finally, your disheveled sex hair. The two of you looked at each other and the gravity of what youâd just done hung in the air. A line had been crossed and you could never uncross it.Â
Slowly, the shadowsinger breaks out into a grin. The gesture was contagious and you found yourself mirroring the act until the two of you were both bursting with laughter.
âThis isnât what I had envisioned when I finally told you how I felt.â Azriel finally says.Â
âOh yeah?â you ask teasingly. âWhat did you have in mind?âÂ
The shadowsinger chuckles, pulling the straps of your nightgown back over your shoulders. He gathered his pants and pulled them on quickly. Retrieving a small cloth from his pocket, he wiped up the remnants of his orgasm on your leg and set you down on a clean surface of the table. Azriel raked through your hair, wiping away the beads of sweat on your temple and setting a comforting hand over your shaking legs. He kneeled, slipping your heels back on and ensuring that they were properly strapped around your ankles. You couldn't even recall when you'd taken them off.
The gentle manner he took in your aftercare made you smile gently as he kissed your cheek.
âWell, I was thinking that Iâd take you out for dinner. Pick you up from your flat and fly into the city. I even planned on buying you a bouquet of irises. Your favorite.âÂ
You beamed as Azriel smoothed down your hair. âDid you think youâd get lucky after our first date?âÂ
âIâd feel lucky just being with you.â Your heart squeezed in your chest. He winked, a mischievous smile spreading across his beautiful face. âBut Iâd be lying if I said I didnât hope that youâd invite me up to your flat at the end of the night.âÂ
He tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear. âI would have waited for you, though. However long it took.âÂ
âHavenât you heard, Az? Waiting is highly overrated. If I learned anything tonight, itâs that you should just go after what you want. You never know how it might turn out.âÂ
Azriel grinned. âHow did it turn out? Hypothetically speaking?âÂ
âHypothetically speaking, I wish I had taken the leap out of the friend zone sooner. Hypothetically speaking, I think that was the best sex Iâve ever had in my life,â you pause, biting your lip as you consider your next words. âHypothetically speaking, I should have told my best friend that I was crazy about him ages ago.âÂ
Azriel was smiling so widely that it tugged at your heartstrings. âFactually speaking, your best friend is crazy about you, too.âÂ
He gathered you into his arms, lifting you off your feet as he kissed you gently. You savored the taste of him, the remnants of you on his tongue mixed with the wine from earlier was enough to make your head spin. Azriel pulled away, pressing his forehead against yours.Â
âWhat do you say, honey? Will you go on a date with me?âÂ
âIâd really like that, Az.â
The shy smiles on both of your faces made you giddy with excitement. You couldnât wait to explore this new territory with Azriel. He kissed you softly, feeling him grin against your lips. The two of you were so caught up in one another that neither one heard the door swing open.Â
A drunk Cassian stumbled in, his eyes glazed over as he leaned against the ajar door. âWhere have you two been all night? Itâs a party out there.âÂ
Azriel shrugged, casually retrieving your ruined lingerie from the corner of the booth and slipping it into his pocket. âWeâve just been talking. Did we miss anything fun, brother?âÂ
Cassian nods, gearing up to tell you all about the antic he most likely caused outside, but then the Illyrian general paused. His eyes narrowed at the both of you, sniffing the air.Â
âWhat the hell happened in this room? It reeks of sex in here.âÂ
Azriel stared at his brother for a split second. Then, he leans over to you dramatically, âHoney?âÂ
âYes, Az?âÂ
âWhat do you think about going on that date right now?âÂ
A grin spread across your face. âI think thatâs the best idea Iâve heard all night.âÂ
With that, Azriel takes your hand in his and faces Cassian again. âSorry Cas, no time to talk. I have a date to go on.âÂ
If it was possible for someoneâs mouth to fall to the floor, Cassianâs wouldâve currently been sitting on the sticky linoleum under your feet.Â
âI canât believe you seduced our sweet, innocent honey, brother,â Cassian says, half-surprised and half appalled.
You patted your friend on the arm. âActually Cas, the lap dance was my idea, but it kind of just spiraled from there.âÂ
The surprised choking sound coming out of Cassian was the only thing you heard before Azriel led you through the door. You both looked back at the male, who was currently gaping at the wall as though heâd just received realm shattering news.Â
Azriel only chuckled, kissing your cheek. âLooks like you do have some sting to you, honeybee.â
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