#imabookadict

summary: azriel needs a haircut.

a/n: i’m sorry i haven’t posted in awhile, take this as an apology.

warnings: none (except for lack of proofreading as always!!)

for weeks, your mate had been complaining about his hair. he’d often come home muttering about how it “got in his eyes too much” or “felt gross after he trained”. azriel could be slightly dramatic at times, although you found it more funny than annoying.

unfortunately, azriel had been so busy with work he didn’t have enough time to go to the barber. he also didn’t enjoy relying on a stranger when it came to almost anything, but especially his hair.

so one day when you were talking in the kitchen you suggested you cut it for him, not being completely serious. he nodded his head like crazy and gave you a kiss on the forehead before running out of the room, “i’ll grab the supplies!” the last thing he says before dashing up the stairs. you sighed and shook your head.

he came down holding a hair of scissors in one hand and a towel in the other. “this good?” he asked as he pulled a chair from the table and dragged it to the center of the room. you nodded while he sat down.

you didn’t really have much experience cutting hair- only trimming your hair once in a while. “if i accidentally cut all your hair off, don’t say i didn’t work you.” you half-joked as you started combing through his hair with your fingers.

azriel’s hair was thick and fell down past his ears a bit, which deeply annoyed him. “your long hair is kind of sexy, az.” you said as you lay the towel on his shoulders. he snorted. “you’re just saying that because your my mate,” he replied, and you rolled your eyes and began.

you began by trimming his hair in sections, hands sweaty as you held the scissors to his dark hair. azriel sat still, humming a song he heard somewhere last week and relished the feeling of your fingers against his scalp.

“i’m so in love with you, sweetheart.” he whispered as you crouched in front of him, watching the scissors in your hands as you cut more hair in the front of his face.

“you’re just saying that because i’m your mate,” you mimicked. he smiled at you, unknowingly being a distraction.

you worked in comfortable silence for the next little bit, the only thing disturbing it was the occasional azriel shifting in his seat.

when you were done, black hair was scattered all around your feet and azriel was jumping out of the chair already to see his reflection in the mirror. you followed behind him to see his reaction.

“baby..” he trialed off, running his hands through his hair, examining the job you’ve done. you were slightly nervous when he opened his mouth to speak, sure you’d cut it uneven or too short.

“baby, i’m never going back to a barber shop for as long as i’m alive.” he turned around and pulled you to him. “thank you so much. you did such a good job.” he kissed the top of your head before pulling away enough to kiss your lips.

“you’re welcome for not ruining your hair,” you chuckled as you pulled away to look into his eyes. “but your cleaning up the mess.”

pairing: azriel x reader x eris vanserra

summary: it’s obvious that azriel and eris dislike each other, always trying to one up the other, but what happens when you get caught between them?

warnings: NSFW 18+ heavy smut- double penetration, anal sex, overstimulation, slight degradation (reader is referred to as a toy), oral (m receiving), not proofread

“open up, sweetheart.”

azriel loomed above you, looking like a dark god with his wings blocking the light of the room and the stark desire in his eyes.

eris pounded into you from behind, and when you failed to answer azriel he roughly pulled your hair back, causing your mouth to fall open. azriel shoves his long cock in, the taste of your cunt blooming on your tongue as he begins to thrust his hips.

“i didn’t need your help,” he mutters at eris, before his head falls back and he groans, his scarred hand finding its way into your hair as eris pulls back to give your ass a sharp slap.

“maybe you didn’t, shadowsinger,” eris drawls, gracious even when destroying your wet pussy with his cock, “but she certainly did. we practically fucked her dumb, didn’t we?” you could hear the smirk in his voice.

he was right. after hours of you being fucked in countless positions and orgasms, you could barely remember your own name. you certainly weren’t complaining.

azriel and eris pull out at the same time, causing you to startle at the feeling of being completely empty for the first time in hours. it didn’t last long though, as they manhandled you on top of azriel, his cock stretching your ass, and eris above you, back in your cunt.

you let out a hoarse scream and mutters of “it’s too much” as azriel thrusted his hips up, ramming his cock deep in your ass. eris began to move inside you as well, and the overstimulation of both of them inside you sent you over the edge again, black spots dancing in your vision.

“look at her,” eris groaned. “almost about to pass out on our dicks. feeling that good, huh?”

“thanks to me, more likely,” azriel grumbled as he continued to fuck you, chasing his own release.

eris scoffed. “i was never aware of how arrogant you are, spymaster. if i had known, i never would have agreed to this.”

“not even for that sweet pussy you’ve been in for the past hour?”

“you’re a smartass, too. it makes you so much more unlikable than you already are.”

azriel’s thrusts increased in speed, using your hole to find release. “unlike yourself, i can’t fucking cum hearing your voice.”

eris just rolled his eyes as he bent down to give you a sloppy kiss. there was a slight concern in his eyes as he drew his head back, and you nodded to let him know you’re okay.

reassured, he began savagely fucking into you too. the males used your body like a toy, almost animalistic as they chased after their last release for the night.

you felt more than heard the moment they both came. could feel their cocks throbbing inside of you as they shot their hot ropes of cum inside you, pulling out to have it leaking from both holes.

you were limp as azriel and eris cleaned you up with damp rags, gently wiping away the dried cum off your chest and between your legs as they muttered praise and gave you soft kisses.

when you were cleaned up and already falling fast asleep, azriel lifted the comforter over your tired body before climbing in beside you. by the time eris was in bed on the opposite side of you, you were already in a deep sleep.

“why is she facing away from me?” eris whispered to azriel, offended at your back turned to him.

“she just likes me better,” azriel rolled his eyes and tossed his arm over your waist, pulling it back with a small yelp when he brushed against eris’ crotch. “fucking hell.”

“you want a turn? i’ve never been with a male, but i’m happy to experiment.”

azriel’s face burned. “go to sleep, you overbearing prick.”

summary: you meet azriel in a doctor’s office who specializes in treating scars.

warnings: curse words, mentions of abuse (whipping, burning) scarring, trauma

you sat idly in the waiting room of the newest doctor in velaris. a week ago, a doctor specializing in treating scars arrived in the city, claiming to be able to erase scars, no matter how ugly.

you knew it was most likely crap, but you wanted to try anyways. you’d try anything to get rid of the hideous scar on your back; caused by years of living with your father and a belt.

although you had been waiting for about ten minutes now, the room was empty. or at least it was until a dark haired illyrian entered it.

you made eye contact with him as he walked by to the seat a few down from your own. what could be so disgraceful about this gorgeous male that he’d be willing to waste money on this bullshit doctor just to erase it?

but when you noticed his hands, the skin all permanently smudged from burns, you realized he was the notorious spymaster. apart of rhysand’s inner circle.

you felt his eyes on the side of your face as you stared down at your shoes, suddenly intimidated by his presence.

“where’s yours?” his deep voice startled you, interrupting the silence. you looked at him, taking in all his beauty and couldn’t help but wonder why he would think he’d need to erase the imperfections on his hands. he’s perfect everywhere else.

“my back,” you responded, not sure whether to say anything else. after a moment, you added “i’m y/n.”

a little smile curved the side of his mouth. “i’m azriel. it’s nice to meet someone who feels at least a little shameful of their scars.”

your face flushed. “i never said that.”

he chuckled. “well, you’re here, aren’t you?” his gaze softened, and you could feel the connection between the two of you. the draw you had to each other. “how did you get them?”

you were not expecting that question. very few people knew about your father, you had never told anyone else out of fear he’d do something to them to keep it quiet. but you felt a sudden trust with azriel, who was barely more than a stranger. and he could definitely handle himself against your father; he was a warrior, after all. “my father liked his belt,” you forced out a small laugh, trying to mask how much the memories still affected you. “how about you?”

“my step brothers got creative with their.. game.” he looked down at his hands, as if reliving the memory, and you caught the look of disgust in his eyes. at himself or his step brothers, you weren’t sure. “it sounds like your father and my step brothers would get along well.”

you chuckled. “it seems like it.” you knew you were overstepping boundaries by what you wanted to say, but you felt like azriel needed to at least hear it. “i know it’s certainly not my place to say this to you,” your eyes wandered down to his hands and then up to his face, “but you shouldn’t get them removed.”

his face lost all emotion once the words were out of your mouth. you thought you might have angered him, but when he spoke his voice was soft and slightly vulnerable. “why?”

“i think they’re quite.. pretty. maybe a morbid sort of pretty, but pretty nonetheless.”

“you think they’re.. pretty.” he repeated flatly.

“yes,” you could feel the blush in your cheeks. “and i think they make you yourself. they’re proof that you survived your asshole brothers, and i don’t think you should get rid of that.”

you could see your words sink into azriel by the way his shoulders loosened, and a small smile bloomed on his face as he looked at you with appreciation.

he was not sure why your opinion mattered so much to him, you were barely more than a stranger, yet he suddenly felt like a small weight had been lifted. less shameful of his hands.

“how about this,” he said. “i won’t erase mine if you don’t erase yours.”

you hesitated. the scars had always felt like a burden, the last bit of your past you can’t seem to quite wipe away. but getting rid of the scars didn’t mean getting rid of the memory; it would always be there no matter what. the scars were worth keeping if it meant azriel would keep his. and you didn’t want to be a hypocrite either.

“deal.”

azriel nodded, not having felt this at peace with himself for a long time. he knew you were the cause, which is why he asked “would you like to go somewhere together instead of this place?”

he had a thing for asking you unexpected questions, but you felt giddy at the idea of spending more time with this gorgeous male. “of course.”

a/n: i love this idea, but i somehow made it more creepy than romantic. also sorry for replying like 4 months later aha. but hopefully you enjoy!

warnings: stalking, sexual implications, slight pervertedness(?)

azriel never realized just how much he needed someone to love until he met you.

   you were perfect. just standing on the corner, book in hand, the sun warming your smiling face, the picture of innocence. and he was in awe.

   he couldn’t bring himself to talk to you. just the thought of it sent anxiety running through his body, the idea of conversing with you appealing and terrifying at once.

so instead of talking to you, he sunk into the shadows and began following as you turned to walk home.

you unknowingly lead the infamous shadowsinger to your home, and he watches as you unlock your door and step inside, shutting the door behind you.

for the next few days, he would walk loops around your block, hoping to catch a glimpse of you outside. he did see you through the window as you changed in your bedroom, unaware of his eyes on you. shame filled him as he sharply turned away and took off. his face felt hot, knowing he was going to go home and touch himself while he thought of that small glimpse of you he’d stolen.

a week later, you dropped your keys while bringing groceries inside. azriel seemingly came out of nowhere and picked them up for you, and as you looked up at him to thank him, you suddenly stopped short.

something about him unnerved you. you couldn’t exactly place a finger on it, but your guard went up as you smiled at him. “thank you so much. are you new to the neighbourhood? i haven’t seen you before.”

your question threw him off. he didn’t want to lie to you, but he wasn’t sure how to admit that he had been watching your house for the past week and a half.

“no, i was just taking a walk through the area,” the words weren’t technically a lie, yet the familiar feeling of guilt came over him, and suddenly he wished he wasn’t in this conversation at all. azriel would much rather watch you from afar than actually be up close, because now he didn’t know how to act. he was usually smooth and confident with women, why were you any different?

you gripped your keys a little tighter in your hand, suspicion rising in you. you wanted out of this interaction. “it is a nice day, isn’t it?” you looked up at the sunny sky, trying your hardest to be polite. you were probably just overreacting.

he nodded, the sunlight making the green in his eyes noticeable. he was breathtaking, you suddenly realized. that made you even more nervous. “yeah, it’s beautiful out.” like you, he didn’t add.

“well, i better deal with those groceries before they melt. thank you, again.” you turned to go, but he grabbed your arm to stop you.

he realized that it was overstepping boundaries, and he quickly pulled his arm away while looking down at his shoes, feeling like a inexperienced teenager all over again. “i was wondering if you wanted to maybe, like, grab a coffee or something? i think you’re super pretty and nice, and id love to talk to you some more.” if cassian and rhys knew about this entire conversation, they’d never let azriel live it down.

“oh- yeah, of course. thank you, i’d love to,”you smiled at him- a genuine smile- and in that smile azriel saw his entire feature. “i’m y/n, by the way.”

y/n. that was the perfect name for you. he imagined whispering it after waking up next to you, moaning it, calling it after you did something unexpected. it was perfect.

“azriel,” he smiled at you, trying not to let you see how excited he was.

truth was, you were also excited. you ignored the slight unease you felt, and instead focused on the fact that this male- azriel- was absolutely gorgeous. it’s not everyday you have someone who looks like he was handcrafted by the mother ask you out.

“could i pick you up tomorrow? maybe 7?” his deep voice snapped you out of thought, and you nodded your head before replying, “sure. it’s a date.”

“it’s a date. i’ll see you later, y/n.” he turned to walk away, and the smile etched onto his face reflected the most happiness he’s felt in a long time.

warnings: 18+, smut, slight insecurities

you had been putting off sex with az for the past few weeks. your relationship with him is serious enough that he’s become a bit bolder with the way he touches you- his hand coming down to rest on your thigh, his kisses stealing more breath than usual, a lingering hand on the small of your back. and the way he looks at you- gods, you feel as if you could turn into a puddle at his feet when his eyes stare into yours that intensely.

it’s not as if you don’t want to be with him in that way… you were just too nervous to actually face the reality of it. azriel most definitely has more experience than you do in that area, and even though you aren’t a virgin, it sometimes feels like you are around him.

so when he confronts you about it one day, you try to explain it to him as best you can.

“so you aren’t ready?” he gently asks. “that’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“no… i am ready. believe me. i just feel like…” your voice trails off as you look down at your hands, your face turning red as you feel his eyes on you.

“like what? baby i’m not judging you, so don’t feel like i am.”

you look up at him and take a deep breath. “i feel really inexperienced around you. you’re a pro at this kind of stuff, while i’ve only done it a few times. i just- i didnt want you to be turned off by it.”

when you finish, he just chuckles and shakes his head. “sweetheart, i don’t care about that. it doesn’t matter how experienced you are, i’m still extremely attracted to you. and i’ll wait- just tell me when you’re ready and comfortable. it’s not as if my world revolves around sex.”

at his words, your body visibly relaxes. of course he wouldn’t care about that, you were so stupid to think that in the first place.

you place a kiss on his lips, silently thanking him for his understanding. but now that your worries have been removed, the wanting you can feel in the pit of your stomach is beginning to simmer.

he lets you lead the kiss, letting you show him how much you want. if you were to just stop right now and leave, he’d be completely fine with it.

but you don’t feel like stopping, so you climb into his lap, feeling more sure of yourself now that you’ve talked with him. you can feel him harden beneath you once you’re fully seated, and that boosts your confidence enough to run your tongue along the seam of his lips and then dive into his mouth once he opens it.

he lets of a moan as your tongue clashes with him, and that sound increases the ache between your legs. you begin to rock your hips, seeking some form of relief, and he lets out a soft gasp at the motion.

you break the kiss long enough to pull your shirt over your head, but when you lean your mouth to his he slightly pulls away to take a look at you.

“you.. are so beautiful.” he places a kiss on your bare shoulder. az reaches a hand to the clasp of your bra, meeting your eyes as he asks for permission. you nod, and he’s quick to remove the barrier between him and your breasts.

he devours the sight of you, practically drooling as he ogles your tits. “cauldron- you’re perfect.” he leans forward, but not to kiss you. instead, he captures your nipple in his mouth, gently swirling around it with his tongue as his scarred hand comes up to massage your other breast.

you throw your head back, letting out a moan as he worships your chest. gods, he’s making you feel so good, and he hasn’t even taken his pants off.

“azriel-“ you pant, looking down to see his hooded eyes stare up at you. he releases your nipple with a pop, a smug smirk on his handsome face. “you feelin’ good, love?”

you nod your head, a whimper leaving your body as he flips you both over, so now he’s hovering above you. viewing him from this position has you cursing yourself for putting this off for so long. all these past weeks, you could’ve been underneath him, letting him draw sweet noises and an infinite amount of pleasure from you.

he gives you a quick kiss on the nose as he begins to remove your pants. you help, lifting your hips as he pulls them off, and the sight of you in nothing but your soaked panties has him groaning.

“gods, such a pretty girl.” he rasps as he runs his hands up your thighs, removing your panties to finally see your dripping cunt.

at the sight of your messy pussy, he feels himself grow impossibly harder and he palms himself through his pants, hissing at the contact.

he settles back down, now face to face with your cunt. you whimper, slightly embarrassed to have him so close to where you want him the most. when you try to close your legs, he simply pushes them back open, holding them still as he buries his face between your thighs.

when you feel his tongue make contact with your pussy, you let out a moan a little too loud. you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, not when he travels down to your tight hole, dipping it inside.

he’s grinding his hips on the bed, the taste of you driving him insane. gods, you were just so perfect. so good for him.

you whine his name as your hips buck, desperately grinding yourself on his face as you chased your release.

he helps you, moving his mouth to your puffy clit as he brings two slender fingers to your hole, the stretch causing you to bury your hands in his dark hair.

“c’mon baby,” he pants. “cum for me.” and with that you let go, climaxing hard enough to see stars.

he lifts his fingers to his mouth, bringing them to his mouth to suck off your slick. the sight makes you moan.

part three here

a/n: delivered a bit late but enjoy this!! could definitely write a part three if wanted

warnings: (very small) implication of sexual activity, once again not proofread (sorry!)

you were late.

azriel checked his watch for the third time as he stood outside of the nicest restaurant in all of velaris. he felt ridiculous, getting his hopes up that you would actually want to go out with him. spend time with him.

right when he was about to head back to the house and brood, you came running down the street bare foot, heels in hand. “i’m here!” you shouted, and azriel let a chuckle slip past his lips.

“i’m so sorry,” you panted when you had stopped in front of him. “i had lost my keys and i couldn’t just leave the house unlocked and then i had to run here and-“

az put his hands on your shoulders to calm you down. “y/n,” he smiled. “it’s fine.” he pulled back, and the sharp breath you inhaled was definitely obvious to anyone around.

azriel just as himself was gorgeous. but when he put real effort into his appearance? devastating.

he wore simple black slacks and a dark blue shirt, showing off his tattoos. his dark hair was pushed out of his face so you could clearly see his hazel eyes and long lashes. you noticed a scar that cut through one dark brow, and suddenly you found yourself curious as to how he got it. you found yourself curious about a lot of things when it came to him, despite the unease you’d felt before.

you darted your eyes away from him when you realized you had been staring. he didn’t mind though. he was doing the exact same thing to you.

after a minute of awkward silence azriel cleared his throat. “you- you look lovely, y/n.” a dark blush stained the shadowsinger’s cheeks, and you felt a slight satisfaction at the sight.

“you don’t look too bad yourself,” you winked at him, and the blush darkened even more so.

“are you ready to head inside then?” he asked, extending his arm to you. you took it with a nod.

over dinner, as you answered all the questions he asked you about your family, friends, life, you wondered why you had ever felt uneasy by azriel’s presence.

you asked him about his own family, and when he gave you a clipped answer you realized this was a male who was very lonely.

when dinner was over, azriel walked you home. when you had gotten to your doorstep, you were expecting him to lean in for a kiss, but he just stepped away and smiled.

you must of had your thoughts written on your face because he explained, “i didn’t want to make you feel pressured into anything. if you wanted to be kissed, you would initiate it.”

not a lot of males would care about that.

azriel’s eyes widened a bit as you stepped towards him and grabbed his neck. you’re touch was hot on his skin, and he instantly felt the heat travel to another part of him.

he bent his neck towards you, and when you pressed your lips onto his, he stood as still as a statue.

he hadn’t been kissed like this.. in a long time. had not experienced a kiss with so much feelings behind it since he was young. it made his heart ache.

and to know you wanted this, this female he was completely enamoured by, well, he wanted to shatter into a million pieces so you could put him back together again.

you pulled away from him, and noticed azriel’s chest was rising and falling in an uneven rhythm. you smiled, knowing you had such an effect on such a powerful male.

you turned and stepped through your front door, thanking and wishing him a good night.

but as you watched him walk farther away, you realized you did not want this night to end like this.

azriel turned at the sound of your door opening again, and he felt a smile grow on his face as you asked him,

a/n: well here’s part three then, enjoy! (i am so sorry if this is cringy)

warnings: NSFW 18+, rough sex, oral (m receiving), praise, pussy spanking, cursing

azriel awkwardly entered your house behind you, unsure what to do with his hands and where to look. he didn’t want you to see how excited he was that the night hadn’t ended just yet.

you gave azriel a brief house tour, while he had to pretend he didn’t already know that the kitchen is here, or the bathroom there. like he hadn’t found the blueprints of your house and memorized them.

the tension between the two of you was thick as you finally led him into your bedroom. you felt your face heat as you took in the clothes strewn across the bed, the piles of books around the room, and the makeup you’d left out in the open on your vanity.

“sorry for the mess,” you chuckled shamefully as you dashed around the room, embarrassed that you hadn’t thought beforehand that you could potentially end up hooking up with azriel, of all people.

you hadn’t realized he was the notorious spymaster of the night court until after that day in front of your home, when you couldn’t quite lay your finger on why his name was so familiar. you didn’t understand what exactly about you caught his attention.

meanwhile, azriel was trying his hardest not to pin you down on the bed and take you right there and then. he knew he was going to have sex with you, he just needed patience. but it was so difficult when you were blushing like that, and your shirt was short enough to reveal just the right amount of skin that had him begging to see more.

“there,” you panted. “all clean.” you smiled at azriel, and he could feel his insides melting. he wanted to be the only one you smiled at like that- with not just your mouth, but your eyes too. they twinkled with joy, and az thought to himself, if i cannot be the reason you grin like that, what reason do i have to breathe?

with that thought, he finally crossed the space between you and brought his mouth to yours. he didn’t ease into it; he kissed you with all the desperation in the world.

you pulled away to catch your breath, and all the emotion glistening in azriel’s eyes made you dart your eyes away.

he lifted your chin with his thumb, forcing you to meet his eyes. “y/n,” he murmured. his voice was a low, raspy rumble, and the sound went straight to your core. “do you not want this?”

“no, i do.” you breathed, afraid to disturb the sudden delicacy of the moment. “i want this so bad.”

heat flared in azriel’s eyes at your words and the scent of your arousal filling the air. he leaned down, and for a second you thought he was going to kiss you again, but he brought his lips less than an inch away from yours before he caused your thighs to clench together with three words, “then show me.”

you slowly sank to your knees, and you could tell by the hard bulge in his pants that he was big. you took your time unleashing his cock, but when you did your mouth went dry.

long, hard, and thick, with the head already dripping pre-cum from the sight of you on your knees. he was going to ruin you.

as he entered your mouth, azriel’s scarred fingers dived into your hair. “fuck,” he groaned, tipping his head back. “that’s it, sweetheart. you can take it- good girl.”

you took his entire cock down your throat, tears beginning to run down your face as you gagged on his dick. you pulled yourself off him, but he only let you get a gasp of breath before forcing you back down on his cock.

you let azriel use your mouth as he muttered words of praise like, “good girl” and “you’re doing so well for me, baby” every once in a while, helping the ache build in your core.

you sucked in air as he suddenly pulled you off him and scooped you up. “i don’t want to cum just yet,” he said as he laid you down on the bed and wasted no time tearing off your clothes until you were completely bare to him.

you squirmed and moved to cover yourself under the scrutiny of his gaze, but azriel just moved your arms to your sides. “you,” he whispered, his voice a stark contrast to the way he had just fucked your throat, “are so perfect.” for me, he didn’t add.

he stepped back to remove his own clothes, and you practically drooled when he was done. glorious muscles rippled under his tanned, tattooed skin, looking like a dark god standing before you in your bedroom.

“you’re beautiful,” you breathed. azriel just stared at you, as if he’d never heard the compliment before, before crawling over you and kissing you harshly.

you let out a moan as he gently sucked at the skin just below your ear, and that sound made him glow with pride at being the one who pulled it out of you.

he pulled away from you to spread your legs, revealing your pink, drenched pussy. “is this all for me?” he smirked as he ran a finger through your folds. you whimpered at the touch.

he gave your pussy a light smack when you didn’t answer. “answer me, darlin’.” his eyes darkened even more so. “is. this. pussy. soaked. for. me?”

he accompanied each word with a spank, and you let out a yelp at each one. tears of pain and pleasure leaked from your eyes. “y-yes.”

he grinned and began to enter you. “good,” he breathed, pushing in and stretching you in ways you’ve never even imagined. “and i want you to know i’ll be the only one this sweet pussy is wet for from now on, okay?”

there was a slight burn between your legs from the stretch, and azriel must’ve known somehow because he reached a hand down and rubbed your clit in light circles. he was so good with his hands. “okay- fuck!”

azriel pulled out to the tip, just to slam back in. he watched, enamoured, as your breasts bounced with the force of the movement. he pinched your swollen nipple with his free hand and bent to capture the other in his mouth.

azriel pounding into you, his fingers working your clit, your nipple in your mouth, it was all so much. “az, i’m- i need to-“ you moaned when he lightly bite your nipple before he pulled his head away.

“it’s okay baby, cum for me.” he was about to cum himself. you were just so gorgeous. “wanna feel you comin’ on my cock.”

your back bowed off the bed when he thrusted particularly hard into you and pinched your clit at the same time. you let out a hoarse scream as your climax ripped through you, shattering you into a million pieces only to be put back together again.

azriel slammed into you one last time before pulling out and finishing on your stomach. “you’re such a good girl,” he praised as he took in the sight of you.

you lay beneath him naked and looking completely fucked out. with make-up running down your cheeks, hickeys blooming on your neck, and his cum painted on your stomach, you’d never looked more gorgeous to azriel.

he bent down and gently kissed your forehead. “you okay?” he murmured. he hadn’t planned on being so rough tonight, but he knew you would have stopped him if you hadn’t enjoyed it.

“yeah,” you sighed, worn out. sleep was already pulling at you, and you tried your hardest to resist. “i’m tired.” you mumbled.

he smiled softly at the adorable yawn you released after your sentence. “you’re tired? i’ll clean you up then you can sleep, okay?” you simply nodded as he left to find a cloth.

when azriel returned and helped you clean off, peppering sweet kisses on your skin as he did so, you were already asleep. or so, he thought.

he tucked you in before getting dressed quietly. he gently kissed you on the forehead, but as he turned to leave, you grabbed his hand.

“could you stay with me?” you asked shyly, or maybe that was just the sleepiness. nonetheless, azriel undressed once again and crawled into bed behind you.

the feel of you in his arms and the sound of your gentle breaths was heaven to him. he wanted to go to bed like this every night for the rest of his life.