#az is a blue love heart emoji kind of guy and if you disagree you’re wrong

[writingsbychlo]

How would sexting with modern!azriel go?? I can just imagine him as a lawyer sitting at his desk working on proving a murder wrong and sending him to jail but then his oh so cute girlfriend starts sexting him and he is just there with sweaty palms like 'omg she gonna get it when i go back home"

SOMEONE MAKE THIS A FIC OR HC ILL CRY

not gonna be a whole fic but here’s a few lines on it :)

it would start perfectly innocent, her genuinely sending him a video of various outfits she’s thinking of wearing for their dinner date that night. she knows they’re going to dinner with a client, she wants to look good. except, because they’ve been dating a long time, she doesn’t hesitate to strip in front of the camera to change i to the next one, or to use the camera like a mirror when she leans over to wiggle her boobs to be comfortable in her bra, or to spin and check her own ass out in the image, which of course, brings az’s attention to her tits and ass.

then, at the end of the video, she’d just sigh and flop back onto the bed and say “screw this, maybe I’ll just go naked, really make an impression.” now az is thinking about her naked. not helping. “anyways, let me know which one you liked best, az!”

oh, he’s definitely going to tell you which one he liked. later. he’d text back, saying the blue dress that would match the tie he’s wearing, and would look pretty with the jewellery set he’d surprised you with last month. then he waits. and waits. your text back tells him how much you love that tie on him. the bubble still pops. I love that tie even more on me.

his cock twitches, his pants tighten, because he hadn’t even been thinning about that. but now, he remembers. how it had looked against your skin, sort around your wrists as it’s kept them pinned firmly to the headboard no matter how much you thrashed, hips riding against his face as you squirmed, coming on his tongue until you’d cried. he remembers, now. can practically taste you again.

are you trying to tease me, while I’m at work, my love? how every naughty of you. he’s smirking to himself, he knows where this is going, it isn’t the first time. just like routine, he places his phone down on the desk, changes the status sign on his door to “in a meeting, do not disturb”, locks the office door, pulls the blinds to his high rise windows down. your response is waiting for him by the time he’s slipped one AirPod into his ear and sat back down.

of course not. I’m always good.

my good girl, that’s right. and like a good girl, why don’t you tell me all the things you’d be doing if you were here with me right now.

and that’s how it begins. driving azriel crazy when you answer the phone, softly telling him everything you’d do to him with your mouth, things that make his fingers clench the arm supports of his chair til he can’t take it anymore and touches himself. things that make his grip tighten, his breath shallow, his movements speed up. things that make him choke out a curse when he hears a tell-take hum start at your end of the line and the way your breathing suddenly becomes desperate gasps if his name. he guides you through it, voice getting husky, telling you exactly how to use the toy as though it were him. he cums when you do, spilling all over his hand when he hears you cry out his name, and he soothes you through the after shock, mumbling about how much he loves you, how good you are.

it’s not enough. even after he’s hung up, cleaned himself up, tried to get back to work. it’s not enough. so, when he walks out of work that night, and sees you leaning happily against his car in the parking lot, waiting, his heart clenches in his chest. you’d got a taxi here just for him, so you could drive to the restaurant together. it does something to him. then he takes in the dress, the blue dress, and his eyes drop to his own tie for a second. when he reaches you, he presses a soft kiss to your lips, mumbling how beautiful you look tonight. he opens your door for you. the doors to the back. because you can always be a little late the reservation, blame it on traffic, right?