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starrseeker · 6 months ago

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Nothing Lasts Forever

Pairing: III x reader

Overview: Friends with benefits that can't overcome entangled feelings.

Warnings: Angst. Heartache. Feelings that aren't reciprocated.

A/N: This one for my sleep token girlies. And the ones who had an FWB arrangement that took a turn for the worse. Don't stick around for a man who doesn't value you.

Also, I absolutely hated writing III like this lol. I don't have the heart to believe this tall, lanky, silly boi has it in him to do this. But it's been on my mind for a while.

"He's doing it again." IV's raspy voice broke me out of thought. Glancing at him in question before I could feel it. Felt a familiar gaze searing into me. I couldn't find it in me to meet it.

"Yeah, well he can keep doing it for all I care." I muttered. Finding my phone to busy myself. I'd been in a sour mood all morning. III and I were arguing again. It was always the same argument.

"Are you guys okay? Just seems like it's been... tense between you two." I could hear the hesitation in IV's voice, treading carefully on this topic.

"It's nothing." My response was more defensive than I wanted. I ran a hand through my hair, letting out a sigh. "I mean it's- everything's fine. We're just having a disagreement."

More like an argument. We're on day three of not speaking to each other and while it was absolute hell for me... III seemed to be perfectly fine. Which only pissed me off even more.

I could feel IV's concered look. "Is it about-"

"IV. I love you. But please, for my own sanity, just leave it alone." The look I gave him was pleading. IV was the only one who knew the extent of everything. He stared at me for a moment, as if he wasn't going to leave it. Instead he backed off, letting out a sigh before nodding.

"Alright. But just remember, he may be my best friend, but I'll still kick his ass when it comes to you." I gave him a appreciative smile at that.

IV stood from the leather couch, brushing off the invisible dirt off his jeans. They had a show in just a few hours and soundcheck still had to be finished. "I'll be back in a bit. Don't destroy the room while I'm gone." I could almost see his sly smirk under that mask. I rolled my eyes at the comment which earned me a chuckle from him.

The door closed behind him with a small click. The air felt heavier now that it was just III and I. I turned my attention back to my phone, hoping it would just stay like this. Quiet.

"You're avoiding me." His voice broke the silence. I internally groaned at the thought of hashing this out again.

"Not avoiding. Just don't have anything to say." The words were flat, dry. A shrug of my shoulders as I kept staring at the screen in my lap.

"Y/N." The grip on my phone tightened a fraction. "Look at me." I didn't want to. I was half tempted to tell him to shove it but I didn't. Couldn't.

My eyes lifted to his. "Are we really going to keep having this argument?" Those blue eyes held my attention. Almost commanding me to.

"You already know the answer to that." I remarked. Irritation already building in my chest. He titled his head to the side, eyes roaming up and down my seated form before holding my stare. My eyes narrowed slightly. "Stop it."

I could hear the grin in his voice. "I'm not doing anything." I was tempted to cross the space and punch him.

"You know damn well what you're doing. Stop." I snipped. My patience was wearing thin. I'd been on edge the last three days and every time we spoke it only made it worse.

"You seem on edge, love. I can help with that." I shot him a withering glare.

"I told you. I'm done. Whatever this is?" I motioned between us. "It's done III."

Those long nimble fingers curled around the arm of the chair he was in. A sign that he was annoyed. Good. He deserves it.

"So we are still having this argument." His gravelly voice held a hint of frustration.

"Yes," I hissed. "We're still having this argument." Anger bubbling under my skin.

"We agreed that feelings weren't going to be involved when we started this." His tone almost seemed...bored? Like it was the biggest inconvience to him.

"Yeah well, things can change. You drew your line, i'm drawing mine." I stood, not wanting to keep doing this. To have to keep fighting for my own peace of mind. For his love.

I stalked towards the door before his hand gripped my wrist. It was a gentle touch. One that I could slip out of should I choose to. He always gave me a choice.

"Y/N. Please. I don't want to keep doing this." His eyes flickered between mine. As if he could find the answer in my eyes before I could speak.

"I don't either III. If this is how it has to be though, then so be it." The words were soft. Filled with every emotion I could never show him. His hand squeezed my wrist tenderly.

"I don't want it to be." The quiet words carried a hidden plea. It made my heart ache and my stomach twist.

"Well, what we want and what we get tends to be opposite." I reminded him. Using the same phrase he's told me before. I could see the muscle of his jaw tick slightly from the side of his mask.

"Why? What we had was working-"

"No. No it wasn't." I scoffed. "You run me in circles all the time. You drag me along, keeping me at your side until you need me and then don't talk to me for days, sometimes weeks."

His grip faltered slightly, eyes softening. "Stop looking at me like that." My voice was clipped.

"Like what?"

My god I really wanted to throttle him... or kiss him. No. Definitely throttle.

"Like that. Friends don't look at friends that way."

He took a small step back as if I had just slapped him. His hand letting me go completely.

"We're always fighting over this III. It's my fault for letting my feelings get involved.... but you're partially to blame when you keep trying to do this, knowing how I feel. Knowing that I keep saying no, as if you're waiting for me to cave." Emotions built in my throat. Swallowing them down as best as I could. I broke my eyes from his.

"You... you act like you barely know me in front of everyone. Then act like..." like we're something more. "You're different behind closed doors. There's no way that we'll ever happen but then you do shit like gift me things for no reason or because you knew I liked it."

"That's-" I cut him off before he could justify himself.

"No. Don't you see what you're doing III? You go back and forth constantly. You lead up to getting me between your sheets and then when you're done, you don't speak to me until you need me again. You get to parade around with all these women every night but expect me to not seek anyone else. It tears me apart III. I can't do this anymore." I blinked back the tears that threatened to line my eyes. I wouldn't cry, no in front of him. He didn't deserve it.

"I'm just not... ready to be committed Y/N." That was the only explanation he gave. It was always the explanation.

"That's fine. I'm not gonna get down on my knees and beg for you but I'm not gonna keep putting myself in a position that makes me feel less than enough for you." I held my ground.

"You're not less than Y/N. You're everything." III took a step forward, as if he was going to reach for me. He sounded so certain, but his actions were louder.

"No. I'm not. Stop trying to convince both of us that, that's the truth." I took him in. His short ash blonde hair that I loved. Those blue eyes that had gazed at me with emotions I don't want to consider. The gold and black of his mask.

"You have to let me let this, us, whatever it is go." The words were a quiet whisper.

"And if I don't want to?" He questioned. I tried not to notice the longing in his eyes.

"Then you're only going to make this worse for the both of us. Whatever friendship we have will deteriorate to nothing." His shoulders seemed to droop slightly and it took everything in me to not go back on my words. After a moment he slowly nodded.

"This is what you want?"

The question stole my breath.

"No. But it's what needs to be done." The words wavered, the emotions I was holding back creeping through.

I took a step back towards the door. "I'm sorry III. I need space. I'll help you with whatever you need when it comes to the band and performances. But I need time."

"I'm sorry." III's voice was filled with sincerity and a hint of sorrow. I ignored the unease in my chest.

I said nothing more before turning and yanking the door open. Rushing out of the dressing room before the tears fall. Walking away from the one person who knew me best. Who understood me. Knowing that I ruined this. I was the one who got caught up. I should've known better. Should've stopped this the first time I saw him differently because...

Friends don't look at friends that way.

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starrseeker · 6 months ago

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Sweet Smoke

Drug dealer!azriel. Modern AU. Fem! reader

Warnings: Drug useage. Drug dealer Azriel. Smut. Fingering. Oral F! Rec. praise kink. Dirty talk. slight degradation at the end. unprotected sex (wrap it up people). Explicit language. Not proofread.

A/N: I've had this idea for a while. Az just seems like he'd be a lowkey dealer tbh, atleast in my head. I haven't wrote smut in a while so hopefully it's not terrible. Please let me know if i missed any warnings, I did my best to include them all. Enjoy!

Why I had agreed to Tara bringing me to this party, I've got no fucking idea. She always knows how to get me to agree to shit last minute. The loud bass was beginning to hurt my ears as I tried squeezing past drunken idiots and people who really needed to find a room.

Finally I found a door that led outside. Stepping out onto the wooden porch, I pulled out the spliff I rolled before leaving the house. Exhaling the sweet smoke as I closed my eyes. Enjoying the break from people as I stood in the night breeze.

I'd lost track of where Tara went an hour ago. After a long hard day at work, I wasn't in the mood to babysit. I took another hit as I gazed up towards the stars. Night time was always my favorite. Especially when the moon was full and at its highest peak.

A cough startled me. I turned to my right, finding a man sitting on one of the lounge chairs. "Shit, sorry. Didn't realize someone else was out here." I lifted my shoe, ready to put out the ember on the sole. I hated leaving my ash on people's property. The velvety voice that spoke had me pausing,

"Nah, you're fine. I was getting ready to do the same. Care to join?" He offered as he had a fresh joint twirling in his hands. My eyes caught on the rugged scars that marred them. I averted my gaze quickly, holding up the burning substance between my fingers.

"I'll match you?" I offered. The stranger smirked at me before jutting his head towards the chair next to him. I took a puff as I walked over, settling in the chair. I handed him the spliff, his fingers just barely brushing against mine.

"Azriel" He said before inhaling a considerate drag. Glancing at me sideways.

"Y/N" I replied as I leaned my head back against the chair.

"Pretty name." He complimented as he handed it back. Smoke escaping his mouth as he spoke. The sight was one to behold. Even shrouded in the shadows, I could still make out dark soft curls. A glimpse of the tattoos that probably went up his arm whenever he reached over.

"You don't seem like you're interested in being here." He commented as I took another pull. I blew the smoke out before answering.

"Not particularly. Somehow my best friend managed to convince me though. No clue where she went though." I shrugged. Taking another drag before putting out the small roach that was left. I pocketed it, I hated wasting weed.

Azriel pulled out the joint that he stuck behind his ear. The flick of his lighter filling the air, the low glow of the flame lighting up his features. He was handsome. The light only giving his features an otherworldly glow. He exhaled once the joint was lit. It really shouldn't be so attractive for someone to smoke.

I took it from him when he offered. His eyes were hazy, heavy, red rimmed when he looked at me. The sight filled my mind with sinful thoughts before I shoved them away.

"So what brings you here then? Not many people come to a party just to sit outside by themselves." He chuckled at my question.

"Good thing I'm not technically alone then." He teased, i rolled my eyes playfully. He shrugged slightly. "Had a few deals here tonight. Parties are good money." My eyes widened slightly.

"So you're a dealer." I stated as I took a drag. My mind was already becoming clouded by the sweet smoke.

"That I am, princess." I could make out a faint grin tugging the corner of his mouth. His tongue darting out to wet his lips. Cotton mouth, it was the worst.

I handed him the joint. "I'm good on that." I muttered as I sank into the chair. I didn't want to get too faded. Especially with not knowing where Tara was. I'd probably be walking home.

My phone dinged from an incoming message. Speak of the devil.

"Heyyyyy. I'm going home with some hottie. Don't wait up."

I let out an annoyed huff. Of course she'd leave me here. I responded back with a simple okay before standing up. Brushing my pants from any lingering ash that may have fell on me.

"Well thanks for including me in your circle but I better get home. Gotta work in the morning." I was already dreading the walk back to my apartment. It was easily a twenty minute walk.

He raised a brow at me. "So soon huh? Need to take your friend home?"

"No. She actually left already. Something bout meeting a guy." I shrugged. "Anyways, I gotta go. Its a considerate walk."

He shook his head, standing. "Let me take you home. No reason for you to be walking in the dark at eleven at night. Just asking for problems." I opened my mouth to protest.

"Don't even. Lets go." He was already opening the door to walk back through the party. I let the argument die in my throat as I followed him. We didn't speak to anyone on the way out thankfully. Tara always took twenty minutes to tell everyone bye and I despised it. When I was ready to go, I was ready to go.

I was two steps behind him as we exited the house. He approached his car, opening the door for me. I slid into the leather seats as he shut the door. Leather and the lingering smell of his cologne hit me. It was oddly...comforting.

He slid into the driver seat before handing me his phone to type in my address. The engine turned over, the soft purr of it reverberating in my chest before he shifted into gear and drove off.

"So, you know my job. well my side business anyway." The side of his mouth twitched in a smirk. "What is it you do?"

My hands rubbed together, a nervous habit I had. "Uh, I work at a dealership. Parts specifically."

I could feel him look at me in the peripheral view. "Huh. Would not have guessed that one."

"Well if dealing is your side gig, whats your main one?" I shot back. Heat rushing to my cheeks for some odd reason.

"Tattooing." He stated plainly. I looked at him, my eyes roaming over him. Yeah, I guess I could see that.

He turned down my road. My apartment complex coming into view. A small part of me was disappointed our time had come to an end. Knowing my luck, I wouldn't see him again either.

He stopped infront of my building. "Thanks for the ride, and smoking with me." I said quietly before reaching for the door.

"Wait." His voice had me pausing. His hand was outstretched. "Let me give you my number." I debated it for a second before handing him my phone. He quickly typed before handing it back. "If you ever need grass, or maybe a smoke session, just send me a text. I'm free most of the time unless I've got an appointment set up."

I nodded before opening my door. "Thank you again, Azriel. I'll uh see you around." He gave me that smirk that made my heart flutter.

"Yes. you will."

I shut the door and watched him drive off. A small smile etched itself on my face and didn't leave even after I fell asleep.

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A couple of days had passed since the party. I still had yet to text Azriel. I wasn't sure what to even say. Writing and deleting messages over and over until I'd eventually give up.

Until one day when I came home from work. I'd set my bag down on the kitchen island with a sigh. Pulling my hair out from updo I threw it in, in a hurry to get to work. Walking into my room to grab my rolling tray when I realized I was out of flower.

I let out a frustrated groan. Rubbing my hands over my face in irritation before sucking in a breath. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, finding his contact and hitting text messages.

Anxiety swirled in my gut as I typed.

"Hey, it's Y/N. Mind helping a girl out with some flower? I got cash."

My thumb hovered over the send button. Contemplating on whether this was a good idea or not. I hit the blue button before I could back out. Throwing my phone on the bed before standing to grab a change of clothes. After the day I'd had, I wanted a hot shower.

I stepped out of the steaming bathroom when I was done. Already feeling ten times better than before. Throwing on a oversized tshirt and spandez shorts. I grabbed my phone, a message from 5 minutes ago showing on my screen.

"Be over in 20."

It was simple and straight to the point. My eyes widened suddenly. Shit. I had 15 minutes before he was here. I scurried around my apartment. Double checking that everything was tidy and neat. My hands were clammy as the nervousness came back tenfold. Why was I acting like a teenage girl seeing her crush? I heard my phone ding again.

"Here."

My thumbs moved with lightning speed.

"Unit 101. Door's open."

I let out a breath, hoping to calm my fraying nerves. A knock sounded on my door shortly after. "It's open!" I called from the kitchen, trying to find anything to busy myself.

I grabbed a glass of water before turning around. I damn near dropped it. He seemed taller than I remembered. He shrugged his leather jacket off. His black t-shirt fit snuggly on his chiseled body. The muscles in his arm seemed to make the fabric stretch more than it could handle. Dark jeans and boots to match. I was right when I wondered if he had tattoos up his arms. Swirls of dark ink contrasted against his golden brow skin. An eyebrow piercing I somehow missed adorned his left brow. He looked absolutely delicious.

His deep voice drew me out of my thoughts. "Hey."

"Hey." I replied. Watching as he took in my apartment. It wasn't much. Simple couch with the coffee table. Small tv mounted on the wall. Pictures hung sporadically.

"Nice place. Just you here?" He questioned as he met my stare. It felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs.

"Yeah. Not particuarly into the thought of sharing my space with someone." I shrugged, feigning calmness. "You want anything to drink? I got water, tea, coffee, liqour?"

"Water's fine. Thanks." Azriel shifted on his feet before walking into the kitchen with me. Standing on the opposite side of the island, his toned forearms leaning against the surface.

I slid the glass over to him, ice clinking against the sides.

"So, how much are you wanting?" Azriel asked after taking a sip. I'd almost forgotten why he was here til then.

"Oh. An eigth would be fine. I can normally stretch it two weeks unless i have a terrible day." I reached for my purse, grabbing my wallet.

"Don't worry about it." He told me as he pulled a bag out of his pocket. "Consider it a first time buyer discount." That damned smirk pulled on his lips as he looked at me.

My brow furrowed slightly. "You sure?" It seemed wrong to not pay him, especially after he gave me a ride home a few nights ago. His shoiulders lifted into a shrug.

"Yeah. As long as you're willing to indulge me in a smoke session?" Azriel flashed me a smile then. My knees almost gave out right then and there.

"Oh, yeah. I can do that." A smile of my own appeared. I tilted my head towards the back patio door. "Go ahead. I'll grab my rolling tray and be right out." I scurried to my room. My mind racing with so many questions and thoughts. Was this a good idea?

The night air eased some of my nerves as I stepped out on the patio. Setting the tray down on the small table I had before lighting the citrus candle in the center.

Azriel grabbed the tray off, setting it in his lap as he started grinding flower up. I couldn't help but watch. His fingers prepping the paper before spreading out the flower. The motion was hotter than it should be. He brought it up to his mouth, darting his tongue along the seam. His eyes met mine as he did so and I thought my heart would stop right there.

I averted my gaze quickly, hoping the shadows hid the blush that covered my cheeks. Heat building in my lower gut. I heard the flick of the lighter once, twice before the flame came to life. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him sealing the seam.

"You're awfully quiet over there." His voice startled me slightly.

"Just thinking is all. I get into my head a lot." The air between us felt tense. Charged with something I couldn't put my finger on.

He sparked the joint to life. That musky sweet smoke hitting my nose. He took a drag before passing it to me. Our fingers brushed as I took it from him. The action making that heat return to me.

"Bad day at work?" I could feel his eyes on me as he asked. Taking a couple drags before nodding my head. Bad didn't even cover it. I passed the rolled flower back to him.

"That's an understatement. Sometimes I wish I'd never gone into the auto industry. Too many entitled assholes, people love to argue with me over things cause I'm a woman so that immediatley make me incompetant." A scoff left me at the memory of today. An older gentleman wanted to prove I was wrong until my manager had stepped in. The customer had quickly shut up when he realized I was right.

Azriel let out a hum of agreement. "Men love to tear a woman down whenever they can. I see it far too often to one of the girls at the tattoo shop. Most of the time we throw them out." Smoke escaped with each word he spoke.

Those amber eyes met mine then. "If I was your manager though, I probably would've socked the guy in his mouth."

His confession made me flush. He reached over to hand me the joint once again. My mind was already beginning to feel it, my eyelids becoming heavy and tingling. My breath caught when his touch lingered on my fingers for an extra second. His eyes never once straying from me. I took two puffs to calm down my erratic heart rate. The substance was almost burnt to the filter. I handed it back to him.

He used the ashtray to put it out. Leaving it on the side of the glass bowl. We sat in silence for a moment. Enjoying the calmness of the night as the candle casted a warm glow over us.

"Y/N?" He broke the silence.

"Hmm?" My eyes were heavy, and my mind was fuzzy.

"Mind if I go in and grab my water?" I turned my head to gaze at him.

"No, actually I'll go with you to get mine too."

We stood from the chairs. I blew the candle out before walking in with him. Suddenly feeling exposed in my shirt and shorts as I walked in front of him. Almost as if I could feel his eyes roaming over me.

The low lighting of the kitchen caught on his eyebrow piercing, catching my attention. He eyed me over the rim of his glass before taking a sip. I felt hot, extremely hot. Maybe it was the grass. Yeah It had to have been the grass. Definitely not the way his eyes roamed over my bare skin.

I took a sip of my water. The liquid doing nothing to satiate the heat building under my skin. I watched his adams apple move as he swallowed. Wondering how it would feel to skim my lips over it. Nipping at that golden skin with my teeth.

"See something you like Princess?" His eyes held amusement, catching me staring at him. My cheeks reddened at the pet name he'd used before.

"Oh I- uh." I stammered, unsure of what to say.

He chuckled lowly at my stumbling. "You know, I spent all four days after the party wondering when you'd grace me with a message." His bloodshot amber eyes met mine. Darkening when he saw the redness of my cheeks. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips. I couldn't stop myself from looking. Wondering how that tongue would move against me.

"Imagine my delight when you needed me. Though I can't lie, I was hoping it was for more than tree." He stepped around the island, coming up behind me. His hands grasped the edge of the island on either side of me, caging me in. I could feel the heat of him on my back. The hair on my neck standing up when his warm breath hit my skin.

"Tell me princess," His lips brushed against the shell of my ear, sending a chill down through my spine. "Is that all you wanted? Just some flower?"

I couldn't control the way my body instinctively leaned into him. My back hitting his chest. My eyes fluttering at the low octave of his voice. Desire building low in my belly.

"Need an answer darling." His voice was a hum as he leaned in closer. I could feel the ghost of his lips along the side of my neck.

"No." The word was quieter than I intended. I was almost afraid he didn't hear me.

"No what?" Azriel questioned, his right hand coming to rest on my hip.

"No, I didn't just want flower." His hand snaked to my stomach, pulling me flush against him. I leaned my head back against his shoulder, craning my head to the side for him.

"Thank fuck." Azriel placed a featherlight kiss on the side of my neck. The feeling sent sparks over the sensitive skin. His free hand came up to my neck, gently grasping it. He tilted my head back to look at him. My back slightly arching from the position. Those amber eyes seared right through me.

"Cause I've been thinking about all the things I could do to this pretty body since the party." The words dripped with pure sin. The heat in his eyes only serving his point. My thighs clenched together to satiate my growing need.

"That what you want princess? Want me to worship this body? Have you screaming and writhing in pleasure?” Wetness pooled between my thighs at his words. Images flashing in my mind of him being on top of me, back muscles flexing with each thrust.

My response was breathy, needy. I didn’t even hesitate with my answer. “Yes.”

He twirled me around quickly. My lower back against the edge of the counter. He pressed himself against me, one of his hands tangling into my hair. The other reached down to grip my backside as he captured my lips with his in a hungry kiss.

His hard cock pressing against my inner thigh as his tongue swiped my bottom lip. A silent request that I accepted when my tongue tangled with his. His lips dominating mine. The kiss was harsh, dominating, filled with hot desire. A muffled moan left me at the taste of him. Smoke, mint and something I couldn’t place. It was intoxicating.

He smirked against my lips as he pulled my bottom lip between his teeth. “You’ll be begging for mercy when I’m done with you sweetheart.” There was a dark promise in those words.

He untangled his hand from my hair before reaching down. Lifting me effortlessly in his arms before crashing his mouth onto mine again. I could feel the stickiness of my panties at this angle. The pure need that coursed through my veins.

He walked us to my room, kissing down my neck with each step. I was thankful that I didn’t have roommates in that moment. Azriel laid me on the plush surface before climbing over me. His pupils blown wide with primal desire, I’m sure mine mimicked his.

His hands found their way under my t-shirt, the ridges of his scars giving me goosebumps. He touch was gentle, caressing. A drastic change to the way he was just kissing me. Azriel let out a groan as he palmed my breast, realizing I wasn’t wearing a bra. His thumb skimmed over my hard nipple.

“No bra? Were you planning for this princess?” Azriel’s voice was gravelly, lust filled as he stared down at me. His other hand pushed my shirt up, up, up until my chest was bared to him. A low growl reverberated in his chest as his eyes roamed over me.

“Look at you.” He praised as he took both of my tits in his palms. Kneading them with a possessive grip. “All of this just for me.” He muttered, as if he wasn’t going to let another man touch me after this.

He leaned down, taking my right nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicking and swirling. “Azriel” I gasped when his teeth grazed the sensitive bud. My back arching off the bed, a silent plea for more. A deep chuckle left him before letting me go with a small popping sound.

“Oh I’m just getting started baby.” I had no doubt about that as he turned his attention to my other breast. His hand kneading the one he’d already teased. I could feel him leaving bruising marks with his mouth. Biting and sucking harshly. Claiming me with his mouth.

“My god, I could stay like this all day.” He groaned when he sat back to admire his work. Sure enough, hickies littered my chest. Different sizes and colors that told anyone who’d see that I was clearly taken, even if only for the night. The sight only made my thighs clench together again.

He pulled my shirt over my head, throwing it to somewhere in my room. He placed teasing soft kisses down my sternum, my belly, to the curve of my hips. Azriel’s teeth scraped along the bone that made a whimper escape my lips.

I tangled a hand into his hair. The dark strands felt like silk between my fingers. He let out a grunt of approval when I tugged gently. His teeth biting, actually biting, my hip when I did so. The action made me gasp from the harshness.

I could feel his hot breath hit my skin in a silent laugh. His hands toyed with the waist band of my shorts before slowly, so slowly dragging the spandex down my legs. Taunting, toying with me. Building the anticipation of what he’d do next.

Azriel’s hands rubbed up and down the outside of my thighs before spreading them. My lace black panties covering my drenched pussy. He swiped a teasing finger up my clothed core. “Fuck. I’ve barely touched you and you’re already drenched baby.” He muttered as he situated himself between my thighs, throwing a leg over each shoulder. His breath hitting my core as he looked up at me.

“What do you want?” The pad of his thumb replaced his finger, just barely pressing down on my clit as he waited for my answer. The pressure made my breath hitch. My hips bucking upwards. More, I needed more.

“I need words, babygirl. Otherwise I’ll stop.” He taunted. His thumb slowly retreating.

“You. I need you.” I panted out. My body felt like an inferno, aching for release at this point.

“Be specific. What part of me do you want?” He was drawing this out. Enjoying the fact he was making me wait for it.

“Your tongue. Azriel, please.” The words were a needy whine as his thumb pressed down on my clit again. Harder than before. The pressure was just enough to give me slight relief but that’s all he did.

“Yeah? Want me to eat this pussy? Make you come on my tongue over and over?” His filthy words only made the wetness worse. It was almost uncomfortable.

“Please!” I cried before I heard lace ripping. I couldn’t find myself to care about the fact those were my favorite panties.

“Who am I to deny you after you beg so prettily.” Azriel’s mouth descended on me before I could reply. His tongue flattening out to lick a stripe up my pussy. Flicking my clit perfectly that had my eyes rolling back. The hand in his hair tightening as he ate me like a man starved.

Those large hands holding my hips down. Not letting me escape from his brutal mouth. His tongue flicking and sucking on my clit. Teeth gently scraping against the bud that made a strained cry leave me. My vision clouded by stars as he drove me to my orgasm. “Azriel. Oh god. Just like that. Don’t stop.” I begged under him.

He pulled back for a moment. My juices glistening on his chin as he stared up at me. One of his hands released me, only to slip a finger into my pussy. The intrusion made me free hand grip the sheets. The ridges of his scars making it feel heavenly. “Oh trust me darling. Your pussy tastes so sweet, I don’t think I could stop even if I wanted.”

He dove back in. His tongue ten times more brutal than before. His finger plunging in and out of my tight hole before adding a second. I cried out as I raised my hips. Chasing that sweet release that threatened to snap in my belly. “Az- oh god…” the squelching sound of my pussy echoed in the room, only adding to my desire.

“No God here baby. Just me.” His mouth curved into a wicked grin as he watched me writhe beneath him. “Now be a good little girl and cum for me. I want your sweet juices on my tongue.” He sucked my clit between his teeth, his fingers curling in a come here motion. It was too much. “Azriel!” My back bowed off the bed as my orgasm hit me. Hot, white pleasure blinded me as he licked me through my release. My thighs were clamped around his head in an effort to make him stop but he didn’t care. Not until he lapped up every last drop of me, even licking me off of his fingers as he stared down at me. The sight was erotic.

“So good for me baby. Think you can give me one?” He pulled his shirt off. My eyes greedily took in his physique. The tattoos on his arms came up over his broad shoulders, dipping down onto his chiseled chest. Abs that I so badly wanted to run my tongue over. With harsh b lines that dipped beneath his jeans. I could feel myself salivating at the sight. I nodded eagerly at his question.

He gripped my chin between his index finger and thumb. His eyes sharp, dark with so many emotions. “Words, Princess. I wanna hear you.”

“Yes.” I whispered. Feeling like putty in his hands.

“Good girl. Now lay back and let me take care of you like I promised.”

I watched as he undid the button of his jeans. Anticipation clawing at my chest as I watched his every movement. One thing I’m learning about Azriel? He loved to take his time. Draw out every moment that he could, leaving me to want for more.

He stood up to kick off his jeans and boxers. His hard cock springing up to his belly button. My tongue darted out, licking my lips as I took him in. He was long, and girthy. The tip was an angry red as precum was beginning to build. I so badly wanted to taste him. Wanted to gag on him til I couldn’t breathe.

He must’ve seen the look in my eye. “As much as I’d love to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock,” he stalked forward to the bed, lowering himself on top of me. “I need to feel your pussy clenching around me.” My god where did this filthy mouth come from?

I spread my legs to welcome him. His chest rubbing against my hard sensitive nipples, sending a ripple of pleasure through me. His breath fanned across my face as he stared down at me. His cock pressed against my dripping pussy. My hole clenching around nothing as I waited.

“You sure you want this?” His tone had turned softer, his gaze searching mine for a hint of hesitation.

“Yes. Please Az. Wanna feel you.” His eyes flickered between mine for a moment, but when he didn’t find any hesitation that damn smirk came back. He reached between us, lining himself up with me.

“Good, cause I really don’t wanna go another minute without feeling this pussy.” With that, he plunged into me. The sudden action make my head fall back against the bed as a cry left me. The stretch of him was a little painful but nothing compared to the pure pleasure I was feeling.

My walls tightened around him, pulling a groan from him. “Princess, you keep squeezing me like that?” He panted for a moment. “I’m not going to be able to last.” He started moving then.

His cock dragging against my gummy walls before thrusting back in. He set a harsh pace. Hitting deep inside of me to that sweet spot that made me see stars. One of my hands tangled into his hair again, the other holding onto his shoulder.

“Fuck…” I whimpered as he angled his hips just right. Hitting the wall of my cervix.

“Yeah? Feels so good doesn’t it baby. God, you’re so fucking tight. Just clenching around that cock.” I cried out at his words, my pussy clamping down around him. Causing him to release a guttural groan.

That coil in my belly became tighter and tighter with each thrust. My eyes rolling back as i lost myself in him, his touch. “Eyes on me Princess. Wanna watch you lose yourself on my cock.” My eyes snapped to his. My vision fuzzy as I stared up at him.

He placed a hand on my neck, gently holding me in place. The action sent a thrill through me, he must’ve seen the look in my eye.

“You like this?” The tips of his fingers squeezed the sides of my throat. Cutting off my air just slightly, my body clamped around him in response. “Yeah, you like that. Naughty little thing aren’t you?” His thrusts were becoming harder and harder. I was so, so close.

“God I can feel you tightening around me. You gonna cum princess? Gonna make a mess all over my cock?” He grinned down at me, the look in his eye was absolutely feral. “Come on sweetness, cum for me. Be a good girl.”

The hand that wasn’t on my throat reached down, splaying across my lower stomach before pressing down. Adding pressure to where his cock slid in and out effortlessly. His thrusts came faster, driving me home.

“Azriel!” My scream echoed in the room, my head falling back as my mouth opened in a silent cry. My eyes rolling back as my orgasm rolled through me. Pressure in my lower abdomen built uncomfortably.

“God damn, look at you. Squirting all over me. Sucking my cock back in like a needy little slut.” His voice was rough, gravelly as his thrusts became needy. Chasing his own release.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum princess.” He groaned right before his body tensed. His muscles growing taught as he let out the most sinful moan I’d ever heard. His hot seed spilling into me as he kept dragging his cock against my walls, prolonging our pleasure.

Our heavy pants were the only sound for a while. Both of us too out of it to speak as we came down from the intense high.

He leaned down to press a kiss against my forehead. “You did so good for me.” He whispered against my skin. A tired smile tugged at my lips.

He slowly pulled out, wincing slightly from the loss of him. He laid next to me, pulling against his chest. I leaned my forehead against him, savoring the soft moment.

“We’ll have to do that again sometime.” My voice was raspy from over exertion. He chuckled before tilting my head back to look at him.

“Oh we’re definitely doing that again Princess. I just need a break.” His eyes gleamed with the promise that he wasn’t done with me just yet. “I still wanna feel those pretty lips around my cock.”

After he caught his breath, he ravished me until the sun peaked over the horizon. There was absolutely no way I was going into work now.

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