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Azriel ~ Irresistable*

Azriel x Reader

* = NSFW. EXPLICIT CONTENT.

Summary: Whilst training with Azriel, you make one too many ‘innocent’ mistakes and his resolve wavers with each one until he can’t take it anymore.

Warning: NSFW, forbidden romance, teasing, shitty writing with no sense, out of character azriel, piece of crap - posting anyway aha

Word Count: 2539

“You need to tighten your core” Azriel instructs, voice soft and unjudgemental but aggravating nonetheless.

“I am tightening” I grit from between my teeth, working with all my waning strength on moving along the balance beam.

Azriel and I had been training only for a couple of weeks now after I’d finally decided I wanted to learn how to defend myself or at least be able to hold my own until I could get to safety. However, my insipid mortal reflexes and strength was making it insanely difficult to learn anything.

Considering my being the remaining mortal sister of the Archerons after thankfully being on a short trip to see a friend at the time my other sisters had been kidnapped and turned, it seemed like an even better idea. Especially to my overprotective older sisters. Sometimes, being the only human around definitely sucked and others, like when my sisters got roped into Fae bullshit…it definitely didn’t.

It did really suck I wouldn’t find a mate, though. That sounded incredibly…convenient.

“You may think you’re engaging your core but you’re not” Azriel says, moving slightly closer, his shadows surrounding him in the soft dawn light.

“You know what, if this is so easy then-ah!” I squeal as I fall off the beam, stumbling slightly and gripping the beams surface to keep from slipping as my feet land hard on the floor, ground shock reverberating up my legs, “Ugh, this sucks!”

Azriel chuckles softly, “You’ll get it.”

“It doesn’t feel like it” I grumble

Azriel comes up behind me, placing one large hand across my stomach, pushing against it softly, “You need to act as if you’re sucking in your stomach, belly button to spine.”

I do exactly that, my stomach concaving in, forcing his hand to slip from my stomach and back to his side and Azriel laughs - a big, joyful chuckle, the loudest I’d ever heard from him.

“Was that a laugh?” I smirk, quirking one eyebrow

“I do laugh, you know.”

“Not often…and not around me.”

“Focus. We’re not here to discuss my social habits. Now, I meant internally. It may sound strange but visualise it in your mind and then pull your stomach in and hold it. You’ll feel it.”

My smirk slips and I nod, focusing. I do as he instructs and though he is right, it does feel strange, I definitely feel it in my stomach, an odd and uncomfortable tightening sensation as if my stomach was benching a weight.

“Ow” I pout, releasing my stomach, “I don’t like that”

“You’ll get used to it” Azriel smiles, “Now, come on, back up on the beam and try again”

“Will you catch me if I fall?” I tease, my smirk returning. Though he may be over 200 years older than me, strictly off limits because of his being a completely different and dangerous race from me and completely emotionally unavailable, it didn’t mean I couldn’t flirt.

“Of course” Azriel responds, tone all business. I roll my eyes slightly as I hop back up onto the beam, one foot in front of the other.

Squeezing my eyes slightly against the pressure, I perform my weird suck-in thing to engage my core, taking a tentative step forward…and finding it suddenly way easier. Gaining confidence, I take another step forward, and then another, each one coming faster and faster until…

“I did it!” I giggle, reaching the opposite end of the beam and jumping off, “I actually did it.”

“Well done” Azriel commends, his ice-hewn face slightly broken by a small smile, “Next beam”

“Already?” I gulp, looking over my shoulder. The next beam was higher up then the first, the top of it reaching my chest. I turn back to him, gesturing to the lower one, “Can’t I just do this one again?”

Azriel says nothing and I sigh, moving over to the other beam and grabbing a couple step blocks to get up to the beam. Heaving myself up and onto the beam, I wobble softly and a small, startled squeak escapes my lips before I regain my balance.

“You really will catch me, right?” I ask nervously. Again, no response omits from his lips, just a short nod of which I couldn’t tell was either actually in answer to my question or instruction to get a move on.

“Okay” I breathe, closing my eyes and stilling my body completely, performing the process of engaging my core slowly, each muscle at a time until I felt so tightly wound even a sharp shove couldn’t knock me from my feet.

I take a step forward…then another…and then I slip.

My foot hits the side of the beam wrong and in an effort to stay up, I attempt to pull it back on rather than letting it go and placing it behind my other foot, bending at the knees as I was taught to do and had done many times on the lower beam. I scream and squeeze my eyes shut tightly as I tip backward, flailing my arms out as my back heads for the ground.

As if in slow motion, I turn my body as I fall, instinctively positioning to catch my fall with my hands - a rookie mistake. A pair of strong hands encircles my waist as I turn and without thinking I grab onto him, securing my body to his in every way possible to stop my fall. I grunt as one of my feet lands hard on the floor, ground shock again erupting through…one of my feet?

I open my eyes and find myself in the strangest position…Azriel’s face was before me, his arm hooked underneath the crook of my right knee, holding the one leg up whilst the other was placed upon the floor as normal, my hips pressed against his.

“You really did fall in the most difficult way possible” Azriel says, voice deep and gravelly…as if straining.

It’s then I notice Azriel’s stance is crooked, his weight tipped to one side slightly as if weighed down…I gasp and almost send myself flying again as I realise what exactly I’d done in my attempt to escape a painful landing.

My knee was grazing his right wing, my left arm tightly wrapped around his neck with my elbow brushing the inside of his left wing and my right hand was placed entirely on the soft membrane of the inside of his right wing, my fingers splayed across the shimmering surface and pressing lightly onto it, the way one would place their hand on a surface to maintain balance.

Points of contact everywhere with Azriel’s wings…Azriel’s sensitive wings.

“Oh my…I’m so sorry” I gasp, pulling my leg out of his grasp and removing my arm from his neck, my hand from his wing, until I was standing before him. Closer than I’d ever been before, his eyes boring into mine.

“You couldn’t have just fallen backward?” Azriel says, his voice still rough and strained, “I would’ve caught you.”

“I know, I-” I stammer, “I didn’t think, I just acted on instinct. I don’t know what I was thinking. Are your wings okay?”

“They’re fine” Azriel frowns softly, “Why wouldn’t they be?”

“Feyre’s told me before to be careful of your wings, to make sure I keep away from them because they’re really sensitive…are they not?” I redirect as his confused frown deepens.

“They are but not in the way you seem to think” Azriel explains, “It doesn’t cause me pain, which by the look on your face, I assume is what you think.”

“It’s not painful?” I breathe a sigh of relief, “Oh thank the forgotten gods…but if it’s not a painful sensitivity, why do you seem so tense? Well, tenser.”

“While it’s not painful, it is still sensitive. The sensation is hard to explain but it just provokes a different…reaction.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s too hard to explain. How about I show you the approximation of what it feels like to a non-winged being and then you tell me the reaction you have.”

I nod, a little nervous about the slight gleam in Azriel’s eyes, a knowing one…

Leaning forward, Azriel breathes softly into the shell of my ear, lips trailing sensually along the outer edge as his large hand ghosts down my spine in soft, light movements, his fingers barely touching the skin but sending shivers all the way through my body. My eyes go heavy lidded and instinctively, I grip his bicep to hold myself steady, neck tipping back slightly to expose more of my neck as his breath gusts over the sensitive skin, his hand coming to rest on the small of my back to keep me from falling on my ass. A small noise escapes from my throat.

In a lighting fast move, Azriel pulls me to rights and releases me completely, stepping a good few paces back. Breathing heavily, my eyes open and meet his and I imagine our expressions to be almost exact. Flushed cheeks, glazed eyes, chests rising and falling so agonisingly slowly as we attempt to keep our breathing even and failing completely.

“Woah” I breathe, “I definitely get it now.”

“You can’t do that, Y/N, damn it!” Azriel growls and I straighten further, lust filled haze vanishing.

“Do what?” I gape

“Make me-” Azriel says and then stops himself, “Never mind. Today’s session is over”

He turns on his heel to leave but I run after him, meaning to grab his shoulder…and accidentally gracing the back of his wing again.

Damn it, dumbass.

Azriel releases a frustrated growl and whirls on me, pushing me back into a nearby wall, his hands on my waist, eyes staring into mine.

“That”

I was still confused. This was the only time I’d ever touched his wings…

Seeing my confused expression, Azriel presses closer, his body pressed to mine, something hard pressing into my-

Oh.

“I…I wasn’t aware I” I stumble over my words, “I wasn’t aware it was something I’d done more than once.”

“That’s a lie and you know it” Azriel huffs, “Stop feigning innocence.”

“I’m not feigning anything!” I protest. I truly hadn’t meant to turn him on. Now or any other time. Feyre and Nesta and Elain had all made it clear I shouldn’t get into it with Azriel…Gods, even Rhys had told me to keep away!, “Why does it even matter? We’re both adults, we can just move on from-”

“You don’t get it, do you?” Azriel growls, “That I’ve wanted you every moment from when I first saw you, that Feyre and Rhys gave me this lecture about duty and responsibility and the different race bullshit and ordered me to stay away from you. The only reason I was allowed to train you is because I swore it’d be training and nothing more!”

“I’m…I don’t know what to say to you except that I didn’t know anything about any of that.”

“I swear you’re my own personal hell on Earth.” Azriel sighs, shaking his head, eyes hard and cold as flint.

“Wow, thanks” I scoff sarcastically, offended, “I wasn’t doing anything intentionally.”

“That may be even worse” Azriel concedes, “Knowing that anything you did wasn’t intentional means if you truly tried to make a move…I would fall at your feet and beg you for just a second of your time. For one moment between-I shouldn’t be entertaining this idea.”

No, please go on.

“It doesn’t help that I can smell you every time you enter a room. It’s like you specifically-”

“Wow, so now I smell?” I huff, “Perfect.”

“Not that kind of smell. I can smell it on you now.”

It?

Well, sure, I was sweaty but I’d just been working out. Although I’d cooled a bit now, with all the slow and steady lust-filled contact we’d had-

Oh…again.

I remember Nesta telling me once to be careful with any time I spent…with myself because the males could smell…

Could smell arousal.

“Oh” I say aloud this time, “That.”

“I could swear you would touch yourself before each training session just to drive me insane with what I can’t have-damn it, stop it!”

“Well I can’t really help my body’s reactions when you talk like that” I defend, that warm and tight feeling in my stomach building, eyelids fighting not to fall.

“Try” Azriel suggests weakly.

“If the past few weeks of my unintentional seducing you wasn’t proof enough, I clearly can’t do that.”

“What has been with you recently? You’re aroused all the time.”

“I don’t know” I blush, “I just…have been. Besides, it’s not like I have someone I can go to here to…relieve myself of the frustration so I’m all I’ve got.”

Azriel’s jaw clenches, eyes ablaze with a hungry fire.

“Why can’t we…I mean, why am I so forbidden to you?”

“Feyre and Rhys say…well, I don’t know. It doesn’t matter about their reasons, their my High Lord and Lady. If they order me to do something, I obey.”

“Is that something you can’t fight?” I ask, eyes trailing up and down his body, “Like a magical side effect stops you?”

“No, it’s an honour thing-” Azriel stops short, recognising my intention, “Okay, I know you’re doing this on purpose now”

“So what?” I whisper, “It’s not like I’ll tell them anything…and there’s no one out here to witness for at least a few hours.”

“Hours?” Azriel chuckles, “What makes you think you can handle that?”

Cocky now, huh?

“I’m almost certain I probably can’t…but I’m more than willing to try.”

Azriel’s erection grows larger, pressing insistently upon my upper thigh, “Y/N…I can’t”

“Yes you can” I say, “Something tells me you’re just as good at getting in your own way as Feyre and Rhys are. I’m more than capable of making my own decisions and I would be lying if I said this isn’t one of the fantasies I’ve used to help me out when I’m alone.”

The sound of Azriel’s teeth grinding against each other makes me smile. I don’t know where this sudden confidence came from - perhaps from knowing how badly he also wants this. Maybe it was fate’s way of making something that was always supposed to happen, happen. By removing my nervousness and forcing Azriel to think his way out of his own mental purgatories.

Azriel, still fighting his own mental battle, pants softly and I lean forward, trailing a long line up his neck and along his jawline with my tongue. My hand drifts up, reaching for the tender inside of his wing-

“Don’t. Do. That” Azriel grits out, hand gripping my wrist and pushing it back against the wall, up above my head, the other arm quickly following, “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Who said I wasn’t planning to finish?” I smirk

“Gods, you’ll be the death of me” Azriel sighs, leaning closer to me. I could already tell the battle was lost, he was just clinging to the last scraps of will he had left.

“What was that you said earlier? That you would ‘fall at my feet and beg for just one moment between…’ What were you going to say?” I tease

“Shut the fuck up” Azriel growls, his lips pressing to mine.

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ON FEYSAND’S PLOTLINE IN ACOSF

!!!!MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE WHOLE ACOSF!!!!

Let’s be honest for a while, okay?

ACOCF had potential to be SJM’s best book, if not for any other reason then because of the sheer idea of it. Coming-of-age, healing story of the most complex and polarizing character she has ever created set in the time of peace, away from the familiar setting (according to the later changed concept which still remains in the snippet at the end of ACOFAS), development of her arguably most feisty and angsty love story… It could be her absolute trumph. Even with the change to stick to Velaris instead of exploring the Illyrian culture of the Mountains and with the added conflict of the Mortal Queens and Koshei, it still could work quite well.

It didn’t. For many, many reasons, but the most important one, in my opinion, being the feysand pregnancy plot.

Nothing about this plotline made sense. Not a single thing. From start to finish, it was an absolute disaster from the character-writing POV, from the narration POV, from every single context of it. It broke the rules of real-life logic, it broke the rules of this fantasy world setting and it completely exposed that Rhysand, while not a bad guy, is a pretty terrible partner, even worse ruler and an absolutely terrible contender for the High King title.

Let’s break this whole mess down (and expect this post to be mammoth-sized. it’s not my fault, though, write to SJM if you have any complains):

1) Feyre, 21, decides to get pregnant, even though less than a year earlier, she expresses the delight with not being forced to bear children to her new mate and told him herself she wants to wait a while and enjoy her life with him. Feyre decides she wants a baby though and Rhysand goes along with it, even though he is aware how young Feyre is and how hard her life has been up until this point. He wants a baby too much to have an honest discussion with Feyre about it, to stop and wonder what is the reason for her sudden change of heart, to reassure her that they have a lot of time ahead of them and don’t need to rush. No. She mades a sudden decision to have a baby after A YEAR OF MARRIAGE and not much more of being turned fae, JUST AFTER having her whole world put upside down, having received a completely new title and responsibilities, surviving the wat and being mated. Great.

2) Feyre decides to get pregnant and Rhys goes along with it less than a year after the end of the bloody war. It is politically a delicate time, everyone is still not sure how the balance will shift, some countries don;t want to sign the peace treaty, etc. There are a lot of enemies and a lot of turmoil remaining. But sure. Let’s have a baby. Perfect time to add yet another target, another weakness that can be use by the Mortal Queens, Beron or whatever else with malicious intent towards the Night Court.

2) Feyre gets pregnant after approximately a year of trying. I know healthy people of reproductive age for whom it takes ages more than this. Fae’s pregnancies are rare af and precious and happen once in a blue moon, but ofc SJM broke the world’s rules for her darling Feyre. And again, for Kallas and Vivianne who are also expecting the baby, even though it has been a maximum of 3 years since they’ve mated. 3 years is also not a particularly long time to try to have a baby for those who have issues with their reproductive systems like Fae women. Thank you, next.

3) Rhys has unprotected sex with Feyre in her Illyrian form when she conceives, even though he knows full well having a winged baby would kill her. He does it anyway, for shits and giggles apparently. They probably have sex in the sky above Velaris, for all we know.

4) The baby has wings. Now, the whole explanation with Illyrian wings being bony (bc they resemble bat wings) and Seraphin ones being more flexible (bc they resemble bird ones) is so insanely stupid that it takes around 3 seconds to wikipedia this shit and find out it’s exactly the opposite. But okay, the baby has wings and Feyre will die while giving birth, along with the baby. Madja forbids Feyre from turning into an Illyrian to carry the pregnancy because it MIGHT hurt the baby. Now, remember, Feyre conceived while in Illyrian form and then turned into High Fae. The baby survived it just fine. The baby MIGHT be hurt by Feyre turning …. but it will FOR SURE die if she stays High Fae and Feyre will too. Idk about you, but I would take the risk of MIGHT instead of FOR SURE. Especially when she is already in labour and dying. Cauldron or Nesta or idk who alters Feyre’s pelvis after the baby is cut out of her for no apparent reason but to allow feysand to make exactly the same mistakes later on. How convinient. And Nesta also alters her own pelvis bc god forbid she won’t be able give Cassian babies like the little useful mate she is now. She should’ve probably done it with Elain too, just in case she decides to fuck Az in the future, because fuck consequences and fuck the stakes in the story that make the readers actually CARE about characters bc they know the author may actually kill them and not save their life every fucking time.

5) I don’t even want to comment on the fact Rhys hid the true danger of this pregnancy for Feyre and their family went along with it. It is absolutely disgusting. And Nesta telling her and that being condemned as the act of the ultimate cruelty which is a final straw to break her self-loathing back…. is abhorrent. It made my sick, actually, phisically sick. There is no justification for it. No at all. And the fact that they did not even consider abortion sends a message that I really don’t want to think too much about it. Feyre was 2 months along when they learned the baby is winged. 2 months. 8 weeks. It wasn’t a baby yet, let’s be honest. They could’ve at least discussed it. She - oh my god, I cannot believe SJM wrote it this way, I’m gonna be sick.

6) For the entirety of Feyre’s pregnancy, they have no plan to really help her. Labour plan? Haven’t heard if it. They have money and power and access to the healers of the whole land. And did not figure out how to stop her from bleeding out after a fucking C-section. THIS WORLD HAS MAGIC AND THEY COULDN’T STOP HER FROM BLEEDING OUT AFTER A FUCKING C-SECTION. Didn’t even ask Thesan, the High Lord of Healing, to be present. Cassian had guts hanging out of his stomach and survived. Az was fucking slashed apart in Hybern and survived. But yeah, Feyre was on a brink of death after a C-section. Great, Sarah. Keep it up. Let’s force the thought into young girls’ heads that labour is the most lethal thing ever, why not.

7) Also, for the entirety of Feyre’s pregnancy, Rhys keeps quiet about this idiotic bargain. He, as far as we know, doesn’t make any plans for the moment when him and Feyre and possibly their baby are dead. If they died and baby survived.. who would take care of it? Does Rhys have a conversation with his family about it? NAH. Doesn’t write any sort of plan how to keep the Court going, doesn’t inform even the closest of his co-workers how they should proceed to act after he’s gone and his and Feyre’s power go to god-knows-who. Their deaths would mean a sure chaos for the weakend and fragile Prythian and the Night Court especially and yet nor Rhys nor Feyre make any sort of preparations for it. Rhys doesn’t tell his brothers or Mor or HIS SECOND IN COMMAND they will all soon have to somehow manage without him. He was about to just leave them to their own devices and told them in the last. possible. moment.

And this man - this man is, according to Amren, the best candidate to handle the whole country? To unite it? This fool who makes idiotic bargains, who thinks first about his cock and his own selfish desires and considers his subjects and his responsibilities as a High Lord last and least important of all? Who has so much trust in his wife, in his High Lady, the mother of his son that he doesn’t tell her she will almost surely die on a birthing bed because it MAY UPSET HER?

This plotline was the straw that broke my back. ACOTAR, at it’s heart has always been a ya fantasy with added ‘spice’ and I was willing to bend my critical-thinking skills in many cases and forget and forgive many smaller idiotic issues in this series. But this? It is not idiotic. It is massive and stupid to the point when it becomes insulting to the reader. It was a plot straight out of a bad fanfic, not something that should be in a published book written by someone who writes for a living. You could even argue that Twilight has handled this toxic trope better. I have wasted my money on this book and thinking about it will always be painful for me. So yeah.

ACOSF could be great. Ended up quite pathetic.

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Home At Last // Part 2

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Fandom: ACOTAR

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Warnings: **SMUT** NSFW. Light bondage

Words: 2.5k

A/N: I am new to writing smut so this may be absolutely terrible...

Summary: Azriel shows you how much he missed you.

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Azriel woke late the next morning. It was late for him anyway, for everyone else it would still be considered early. He knew it was morning because he could see a shaft of yellow sunlight streaming through the gap in the curtain and falling over your face. You were still in the clutches of sleep and he took the time to study every plane of your face, peaceful and relaxed in slumber. He lost track of how much time he had spent just looking at you since he had met you, but it was a view he never tired of seeing.

He leaned forward and kissed your bare shoulder gently. When you didn’t stir, he thought about leaving you to sleep some more while he went through his morning training routine in the sparring ring at the House of Wind. He weighed up his options and decided that no, he would rather be here with you. He had spent long enough away from you the past 2 weeks. Besides, he would settle for another kind of training instead, one which very much involved you.

Smiling devilishly at the thought, he snaked a scarred hand out and lightly brushed it from your waist up towards your shoulder and back down again, trailing past his starting point and to your hip. He heard a breathy sigh escape your lips as your body arched into his touch involuntarily. Your eyelids fluttered open as you felt his hand caressing over the bone of your hip and ever so slightly forward toward the apex of your thighs. Your hip moved backwards to encourage his hand to carry on moving forwards to where you were getting wetter by the second at his ministrations. He chuckled lowly from behind you and intentionally moved his hand back again away from where he knew you wanted him most. You growled in frustration and tried to pivot around to see him clearly, but he pulled you against his chest and moved his hand between your bodies to cup your buttocks instead and lightly nipped your ear.

“Impatient are we, love?” Azriel whispered in your ear between nips to your earlobe, then sucked it in his mouth. Your head fell back against him, enjoying the feel of his hands on your buttocks and the wet heat of his mouth on your skin.

“You went away for 2 weeks, Az.” You ground out, having trouble speaking in your current circumstances. “I missed you.”

“Hmm did you? How much?” Azriel teased, moving his lips to the sensitive skin beneath your ear.

“So much!” You whimpered. His hand started to make it’s way between your legs torturously slowly, getting closer to your most sensitive areas. You tried to shift your body backwards again in a vain attempt to force his hand forward faster to where you needed him most, but he again stopped his movements.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Azriel breathed in your ear. “That’s enough of that, Y/N. I have 2 weeks worth of teasing of catch up on.”

“Azriel!” You moaned. You knew he was the Night Court’s spymaster and had had to torture people before, but you considered this a new form of torture. One you didn’t want him to perfect. You wanted him, and you wanted him now.

It was your turn to smile devilishly as you thought of what you were going to do to him. You were going to drive him mad with desire as he was doing to you. After all, you had learnt a few tricks from the spymaster.

When his hand started to move toward your wet heat, you let out a loud moan that was punctuated by a sudden jerk of your hips backwards so that your backside was pressed firmly against his cock. You noticed with satisfaction that the friction your body created on his was enough to cause an interested twitch of his already hard cock and his shadows to writhe. Azriel growled in your ear and you pushed yourself against him again, knowing that he wanted you as well despite trying to tease you. His shadows told you as such with their movements and swirls around you.

“Patience, Y/N.” Azriel bit your ear again, but you also heard the sweet sound of desperation in his voice. He was trying to maintain some semblance of control but you knew it was wearing thin and the plan to tease you wouldn’t last long.

He moved his hands towards your hips again and he used his strength to flip you onto your back as he seated himself between your open legs. He leaned down to kiss your lips passionately and your eyes slipped closed, losing yourself in the feeling of his body entwined with yours and his tongue entering your mouth. You knew his resolve wouldn’t last long and he would stop teasing you.

Azriel’s hands and shadows glided all over your skin. His hands moved to yours and entwined them with his scarred but perfect hands, moving them above your head. A fact you noticed too late as Azriel kept your hands on the headboard of the bed and his shadows pooled around your wrists, securing them firmly but gently so you couldn’t move them.

Your eyes shot open. “Azriel! That isn’t fair!”

The depth of his gaze only glistened with amusement, eyes dark pools of desire. “I told you already, Y/N. I’m not done teasing you yet.” He sat back and let his eyes wonder lazily down your bare body, focussing on the wetness he could see pooling between your legs. A tendril of shadow snaked out and passed over your wetness in the ghost of a caress, with more shadows joining the first one to touch your body.

It was funny how his shadows moved over your skin as if there were many pairs of hands caressing you. The sensations were nearly enough to make you cum there and then but you wanted Azriel’s hands to be the ones that made you fall off the precipice of pleasure.

“I-I n-need you, Azriel!” You panted out, trying to control the winding of the coil of desire within yourself long enough for Azriel to touch you as well.

Your begging was finally enough for his patience to snap. He launched himself forward and pressed the hard planes of his body to yours, covering you with his body and wings. Azriel kissed along your jawline as his hands felt their way down your body, stopping to massage your breasts. His lips followed the trail of his hands and he sucked a nipple into his mouth, swirling the bud with his tongue. He moved onto the other breast, sucking and nipping the nipple as his hands explored over your stomach and down to between your thighs. He groaned as he felt the wetness there, inserting one finger inside you. Your hips bucked at the feeling of his finger inside you, the topography of scars criss-crossing his hands adding extra sensation. He added a second finger, quickly followed by a third, stretching you, getting you ready for him.

Azriel pumped his fingers in and out of you, getting faster with each movement. The coil inside you started to build up, rapidly bringing you closer to the edge of your desire. Your hips started bucking and Azriel used his other hand to keep them still as he kissed down your stomach slowly, keeping his fingers pumping in and out of your heat and crooking his fingers to catch that sensitive spot deep inside you.

“I need to taste you, love.” Azriel groaned as he pushed himself down the bed, the vibrations of his voice added stimulation. He settled his head between your legs, watching his fingers moving in and out of you for a few pumps before he sucked your sensitive bud into his mouth and sucked harshly, moving his tongue around your clit in unison to the rhythm set by his fingers. He felt your walls start to quiver, knowing you were close to your orgasm, and moved his mouth down to your entrance and sucked, wanting to taste you. His fingers moved to your clit to rub hard circles. The stimulation was both too much and not enough at the same time, causing you to hurtle over the edge and your orgasm to hit you with unyielding force. You came with an obscene moan, and Azriel lapped up the juices flowing from you, prolonging the pleasure you were feeling.

After what felt like a small eternity you came down from your high, crashing back to reality and the feeling of Azriel smiling against you.

“Was that good, love?” He asked cheekily with a smirk on his handsome features, and your cum still glistening around his mouth. You watched his tongue dart out of his mouth to lick it off. He knew he was making a show of it, but you were transfixed on the sight of his tongue tasting your juices, knowing that he had been using his tongue to great effect not moments ago. “You taste absolutely divine, Y/N,” he hummed contentedly.

Azriel gently settled his body between your legs again and kissed your mouth lazily but insistently. You could still taste yourself on him as he deepened the kiss and lined himself up with your entrance, the tip of his cock hovering there as if waiting for permission.

“P-please, Azriel!” You begged when he made no further move to enter you.

You could see he was about to reply when you moved your hips and caused his cock to move through your folds teasingly. His resolve snapped at the feeling of the friction on his achingly hard cock and he guided himself into you.

As he pushed the tip of himself into your wet heat, your walls stretched to accommodate his considerable size. You knew it was a joke between Illyrian males about wingspan relating to cock size, but it was hard to imagine it not being true every time you saw the size of Azriel. He had the biggest wingspan out of him, Rhys and Cassian after all.

He slowly pushed further in, both gasping when he was finally fully sheathed in you. Usually you would have run your hands over his wings at this point to encourage him to move, but Azriel's shadows were still holding your wrists to the headboard. Instead you wiggled your hips to gain some friction. He seemed to get the hint though.

“You feel so good, Y/N! So good.” Azriel murmured, staring deep into your eyes. He pulled out slowly inch by glorious inch. When only the tip of him remained inside, he slammed back into you hitting deep with a powerful thrust that felt like it rocked the world and made your back arch off the bed. Your bodies melded into one as Azriel set the pace with deep, powerful thrusts. Your legs wrapped around his muscles body and the new angle allowed him to go deeper still into your most intimate areas. His arms caged around you as he held himself on top of you, eyes glued to your face, captivated by the expressions you were making and the sounds coming from your mouth. Sounds he knew he was echoing as well. There was something about you that had him captivated and completely under your spell. He couldn’t get enough of you.

As the chorus of moans, pants and groans fell from both of your lips, Azriel increased his pace until he was pounding into you as fast as he could. He had been away 2 weeks and, truth be told, he had been desperate to get back to you. Home. You had become his home, part of his family. With this new revelation, he leaned down and kissed your remaining breath away, trying to convey everything he was feeling in that moment, the pleasure, the happiness, the love, the sheer need to be with you. He felt your inner muscles start to tremble with your approaching release. You felt it building deep inside yourself, your release speeding towards you as fast as an Illyrian dives through the sky.

Azriel strained to keep control until you had reached your orgasm. There was something near animalistic about the way he was pounding into your wet heat, hitting your most sensitive spot over and over. You were so close that with a few more powerful thrusts, your inner muscles clenched around him again. “AZRIEL!” You screamed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, making you see stars.

With one last deep, powerful thrust Azriel came as well. The feeling of your inner walls squeezing around him sent him over the edge into his own orgasm. He roared your name as he spilled his seed inside you, body taught with the feel of his release within your heat. The shadows that were ever present, surrounding him, flared out with his release. They writhed as if they, too, could feel his pleasure. The shadows around your wrists danced over your skin.

You both panted, foreheads touching as you came down from your highs staring deep into each other’s eyes. With a wave of his hand, he released your wrists from his shadows and they skittered back to the edges of the room, caressing your body softly as they went.

Azriel slowly pulled out of you and rolled to your side, immediately enveloping you in his arms, nuzzling your neck. “I missed you, love.” He murmured.

“I know, Az. I missed you too.” You enjoyed the warmth of his body against yours, snuggling deeper into his embrace.

Azriel was about to say more when Cassian burst into the room.

Azriel snarled and his wings flared, protecting your naked body from Cassian’s view.

“Now that you two have finished, breakfast is ready!” Cassian said in a sing-song voice with a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“GET OUT!” Azriel shouted, throwing a knife at Cassian that embedded itself in the door where Cassian had been moments before. He had shut the door hurriedly when he saw the knife coming at him. It wasn’t enough to stop the loud laughs still coming from Cassian as he walked down the corridor away from Azriel’s room though.

“I’m going to kill him.” Azriel stated, sounding decidedly pissed off. You peeked out from beneath his wing, seeing the look on Azriel’s face as indeed thoroughly pissed off and contemplating the murder of one of his best friends.

“I think poison in his food would be best.” You said dryly, running a hand down the side of Azriel’s face to calm him.

“Hmmm, I like your thinking, love.” Azriel replied with a wink and a smile as he leaned down and passionately kissed you. “Would you like to help me?”

“Hmm perhaps another time. I seem to have worked up quite an appetite myself and if Cassian made breakfast...”

“If we eat breakfast, then can I kill him?”

“Yes."