Trigger warnings for rough sex (Azami has you in a headlock) and slight jealousy
A.N. Figured i would post this since there isnt alot of writting going around. I generally dont like writting men in dominant or top positions- but i do sincerely think Azami would be a good top
Formatting is all fucked because this was written in docs first and i am notoriously lazy.
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The way the headboard slammed into your bedroom wall would surely have your neighbors complaining in the morning
It was a wonder they hadn't interrupted the two of you already as a matter of fact, though perhaps they were equally as perplexed as you over the current situation
Azami's harsh breaths puffed against your ear, hair ruffling from the force as sweat you couldn't possibly trace the source of smeared between your neck and his bicep. His arm curled tighter around your throat- purples and blues rippling across his taught muscle from where you'd teased earlier
Something had snapped.
Maybe it was building just below the surface, maybe this was just the final straw
Hell maybe he was just really in the mood for this today- bad meeting at work or something
Or… maybe it had more to do with the younger Misaka brother asking you out and you giving him a yes
Whatever the answer- you weren't privy to it.
And likely wouldn't be if the fierceness with which his hips slammed yours into the bed was any indication.
This. This was a first.
Gentle polite Azami had finally lost it
Wet slick sweat pressed between you both, his chest heaving against your back while he pressed into you across every surface of available skin.
The feeling was suffocating- an intensity you had no idea what to do with, or if you even should
Whatever this was- it was something he was battling with himself over.
The mumbles under his breath made no sense to your overstimulated ears, body focused on taking in air with how his bicep flexed
The white hot heat spreading across your skin making you feel feverish, attempting to accommodate his rough manhandling while still deriving pleasure from his incessant rutting.
Hed pulled his fingers away from your clit two orgasms ago, focusing on whatever it was tearing him apart inside while you did your best to remain conscious.
You hadn't even told Azami that Natsuki asked you out
It had to be something internal.
When you had texted him after finishing up at HQ he had showed up unannounced. Quiet and intense while you picked on him, a permanent furrow between his brows before tossing you on to your belly and checking to make sure you were feeling his switch up.
You hadn't expected this
This felt damn near personal
His nose shifted into the hair above your ear, a soft whimper escaping his mouth when you clenched around him in response
The hot pulsing of his cock stretching you out, battering your insides and fucking you open felt mean. The slick from your thighs covered his own and all the blankets below you, a large damp spot that could probably explain why everything in your head reeked of sex right now.
Obscene wet noises filled your ears as he rammed himself balls deep over and over again.
The hand around your waist moved up, pressing in lightly when he found the skin over your womb-
“Ahh- Shit.. Aza-”
As his name had reached your tongue he slammed in even harder, your body losing strength and face falling forward into the pillow below with a broken whine
“Mmmmm ‘Zami p-please i cant-”
“S-Soshiro” his first name mumbled into your ears, unable to comprehend the statement before he gasped- nuzzling into your hair further and breathed out “Call- call me Soshiro”
Your thighs clenched, a dawning realization that this was indeed personal before a second cry broke out. The smell of sweat and sex was overpowering, the ache between your legs intensifying as you approached another climax- body struggling to keep up with the man you called friend behind you as he tried to get whatever this was out of his system
Drool was setting in to the pillow below you, hands reaching up to dig in to his arm
“F-fuck- Soshiro please-”
A choked sob came from him, wetness you chose to identify as sweat pressing into your hair when his hips slammed into you one final time. Body shuddering and mouth gasping when he finally let go, the sound akin to someone in pain rather then pleasure
The shaking in his thighs and abdomen finally signalled his strength giving out, catching himself lightly before he really did squish you
Where Azami normally pulled back to clean up quite quickly- he held himself above you this time. Arm unwrapped from your throat and gently kneading your waist and thighs- trailing light kisses along your spine before he left one firm one against your scalp
And with that- he was off of you, softening cock pulled out and condom thrown away, leaving to grab something in another room with shaky thighs and mussed up hair
You hadn't gotten to catch a look at his face, but the light sniffles during his kissing had already all but confirmed your fears
And while the last thing you wanted was for him to leave in.. Whatever this mood was-
You really hoped he would hurry because your own body was no longer listening while you tried to will your eyes to stay open
He was back behind you cleaning you up before you could manage to pull your eyes open though, hands gentle as he cleaned off the sore skin methodically
But it bugged you. All of this bugged you.
“..’Zami?” the whisper sounded fragile, even to your own ears. The quiet questioning hum he gave in response worrying you even more-
“Whats wrong- talk to me.”
His hands stuttered in their movements. Throat clearing before quietly stating “Nothing is wrong.” Body heaving off of the bed in a way surely made to end the conversation entirely.
Every ounce of you was sore, throat scratchy and thighs rubbed raw where his hair had been, but you were finally able to crack your eyes open all the same.
Natsuki was.. Painfully obvious about his interests in you- the yes you gave him made more to placate then out of genuine interest
But you could see hurt in Azami's eyes when he came back in the room to hand you water. His eyes creased and brows fighting against a downturn, trying to subtly avoid your gaze while you looked him over
You weren't sure what to say truthfully.
And as you sat debating that fact- blankets were tucked in around you, clothes set on your nightstand and arms wrapped you in a hug before you recognized him leaving
“Wait- Azami please. Please talk to me.” Your voice caught him at the door, hand hovering over the light switch as he shuffled his weight restlessly.
Azami was never restless after sex-
“Tell me to stay.” your eyes widened, his hand clenching and releasing on the door handle before turning to look at you from the corner of his eye.
“Tell me to stay- and I will.”
Stuck, lost in a sea of emotions. Horror and anxiety competing for first place.
The silence lasting long enough for him to turn away.
A gentle mutter of ‘goodnight’ and he gently flipped the light switch. The door closing and sound of your front door lock turning the only sounds left to echo in your empty flat.
