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violette-hue · 8 months

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Fated | (01) (02)

Summary: Azriel’s been coming over more frequently, and decides to spend the night. He opens up about some of his problems.

Trigger Warning(s): **18+ ONLY, minors do not interact, SPOILERS, unprotected sex, smut, cursing, jealousy, mentions of nausea, mentions of being sexually used, heartbreak-ish, not proof read

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: not at all what I had planned, but I’m happy with how it turned out :)

Over the next month and a half, you had gotten used to a body warming your bed. Azriel was sound asleep next to you, the blankets relaying dangerously low on his stomach. Your eyes greedily took in his exposed skin, his toned chest and stomach, the dark line of hair trailing down beneath your blankets. Ever since Rita’s he had been the one warming your bed. He wouldn’t come over to your small apartment every night, but most nights he was here. He’d come over, fuck you proper, and sleep. Sometimes he’d wake up and repeat the process—one, two, three times in one night until he was satisfied. You knew that’s what you were for, some release and satisfaction, but Azriel had been coming over more frequently and maybe, just maybe, that meant something. You weren’t delusional enough to think he was falling for you, but it had to mean something, right? A piqued interest, a slight tug of the heart.

You chewed on the inside of your lip and brushed a few strands of dark hair from his forehead. When he had come over last night, his face had been so full of emotion, his eyes stirring. You wondered what could have gotten him so worked up. Azriel wasn’t keen on sharing much personal information. You knew his name, that he was Illyrian, and that he worked for the High Lord. He wouldn’t say anything more, even when you asked. So when you saw all the emotions built behind his walls, you didn’t ask any questions. You invited him in and eased any tensions the only way you knew how.

Still, you couldn’t help but question why he chose to return to you each time. Was there something about you he liked that he was apprehensive of saying? Were you just an easy conquest? Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, churning last night’s dinner. You hoped that wasn’t the case—you hope he called on you because he wanted to, not because you were too easy. Though, you supposed it shouldn’t have mattered…you were no one to him. And he was no one to you. Should be no one to you, but you weren’t ready to touch on that subject. Not when it could ruin everything.

You tore your eyes away from Azriel’s peaceful face and made your way to the bathroom. You ran a hot bath, and when you were comfortable enough with the temperature, stepped into the deep tub. The hot water hugged your skin and worked wonders on your sore body. Azriel was a passionate lover and handled you with care normally, but last night he had been unhinged. Whatever was bothering him must really be eating him alive. You looked at your arms, at the red marks around your wrists. You closed your eyes as the memories from last night flooded your mind.

He had wrapped his large hand around your wrists above your head with such force as he pound into you. Your legs were loosely draped around his waist, barely able to hold on as you were overwhelmed with pleasure. His fingers dug into the fleshy skin of your wrists, right between the bone. You had cried out with both pain and pleasure as he rode out your second orgasm of the night. The second of many.

You opened your eyes suddenly as the familiar throbbing ached between your legs. The memories of him were enough to make you heated. You brought your legs up to your chest and rested your elbows on your knees. You tried not to recount your sessions with Azriel, least you wanted to spend the next half hour to an hour pleasuring yourself. Even that wasn’t enough to sedate your lust. Not when it came to him.

Azriel was unlike any lover you had taken to your bed. He was larger than any other male you had lain with, and had more stamina. He was more attentive, making sure to not hurt you too much and give you rest in between sessions. He made sure you finished at least once before finishing himself, and he’d usually run you a hot bath after you’d both settle down. He’d be gone after a bath, but this time… You looked to the closed door, Azriel sound asleep on the other side. This time he had chosen to stay. Deep down, you wanted to believe he stayed because he wanted to, but you knew better. You were sure he only stayed because he was too tired to leave.

The silver door handle turned and the dark, wooden door swung open. Azriel shuffled inside your bathroom with a mumbled good morning and leaned against the door frame.

“Good morning,” you replied softly. “The bath’s still hot if you’d like to join.” You tried to keep your eyes from roaming his naked, glorious body.

Azriel nodded and strode over to the tub. He stepped in gently, the water reaching just below his knee. The water rose as he sat across from you in the deep tub, and you pulled the stopper to drain some of the excess. You both sat in silence for a bit, enjoying the hot water on your muscles. Your eyes roamed over to his chest, his face, and he smiled.

“Why are you so shy all of a sudden?” Azriel asked. He reached for you with gentle hands and pulled you over to his lap. His fingers traced along your jaw in comforting strokes.

“Sorry,” you started, “it’s just that you’ve usually never spent the night before. I’m not sure if I should be making you breakfast or waking you up by sucking your cock.”

Azriel laughed, his chest brushing against yours. You situated yourself on his lap, your knees placed next to either side of his thighs. You ignored his cock brushing against your thigh—or at least tried too.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to either, but this is fine, too.” He inhaled deeply, his muscles relaxing as he exhaled. “I’m sorry if I’m imposing, I should’ve asked if it was okay to stay.”

“I’m fine with you staying.” Your hands ran up his firm chest to his neck. Your fingers slid into the hair at the base of his neck and massaged the area. “You looked like you needed it.”

“Yeah, I did.” Azriel’s eyes shut as he enjoyed your ministrations.

This is how it was always like. You’d poke at the situation, hoping he’d open up and tell you what was wrong, only for him to give vague, short answers and leave you in the dark. Though, why should he tell you anything? You were only his lover. Lover. The word made your heart sing and squeeze at the same time. How many other lovers did he have? You shifted slightly.

“Feyre, she has this sister,” Azriel started. You jumped at the sound of the High Lady’s name and listened intently. “Her name is Elain. Rhys won’t let me near her. She has a mate, but she doesn’t even want him.”

Your furrowed your brows. “Why won’t he let you?”

“Because the sexual tension keeps building and we need to stay on good terms with her mate. They haven’t even mated officially.”

Your fingers faltered and your heart dropped to your stomach. “Oh.” Nausea crept up your throat and churned your stomach. You willed the dread away, willed yourself to say something else. “I don’t really understand politics.” You mentally kicked yourself. What a stupid thing to say.

This was why he had been coming over to your apartment so worked up? This was what you had let your body be used for? To release sexual tension for another female? You felt sick to your stomach. How could you have willingly let a male you just met have that much of a hold on you? Those sessions you thought meant so much to him, meant nothing at all. You were the other female, not some lover. You forced your face into neutrality, forced every muscle in your body not to recoil with disgust. You weren’t even disgusted at him. You were disgusted at yourself for letting him in so easily and falling hard.

Azriel nodded slightly. “He could ask for a duel if Elain and I got intimate. He’d die, and Rhys can’t have him dead.”

“That makes sense, I guess.” Every nerve in your body was yelling at you to run away. “Why doesn’t she just reject the bond?”

“I don’t know. No one will let us be alone to even ask that question.” Azriel lay his hands on your hips and pulled you closer to him. “I…I haven’t been using you, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

You tilted your head to the side. “My mind crossed that option.”

He sighed deeply and ran his hands up and down your lower back. “I won’t lie to you, at first it started off that way. But I like this thing we have. The company, the sex – it’s comfortable..”

You forced a light laugh and prayed it sounded natural. “I’m not really sure that sounded like a compliment, but thank you.” Your fingers tugged slightly at the hair on the base of his neck. “I like this thing we have, too. The sex is good.”

Azriel smiled. “The sex is good.” His lips brushed against yours softly. “It’s great.”

You giggled, and just like that, any disgust you had felt minutes ago was washed away. You allowed Azriel to kiss you deeply, allowed him to run his hands from your ass to between your thighs. You sighed deeply as one of his digits entered you with ease and curled against your soft walls. One, two, three fingers entered you, in and out, in and out. Your sighs morphed into strangled moans as his lips clashed with yours. He swallowed your breaths, your whines as he worked you to an orgasm. You writhed in his hold as release came over you in waves and you called out his name breathlessly.

“When I’m with you, it’s like all my problems melt away,” Azriel murmured against your lips. “Like I’m okay to just be me. No worries. No problems. No fights. No nothing but this.”

You nodded, your hand reaching down to guide his cock inside you. You cried out as you sank down, taking him all in. He hissed and gripped your hips tightly.

“Me too,” you gasped. “I like this – love this.” You moved, your hips rising and falling against him. The water splashed outside of the tub, sploshing loudly. You’d clean that up later. Now, you needed to get all of him inside you, again and again until it was enough. It wasn’t enough. His length deep inside you, brushing against the edge of you and it still wasn’t enough. Your nails raked down his back as you cried out. You needed more.

“Fuck–you feel so good–” Azriel ground out beneath you, his hands guiding you down on his cock with enough force to drain the tub of nearly all it’s water.

“Good enough to forget Elain?” The words left your mouth before you could think of the consequences. But fuck the consequences and fuck Elain. Azriel was yours. Your heart squeezed at the intrusion. He was yours.

Azriel didn’t skip a beat. A crooked smile tugged at his lips. “Jealous?” His fingertips dug into your skin.

You shook your head. “What’s there to be jealous about?” you said breathlessly. “You’re fucking me, not her.”

He grunted and held you close to him. He stood quickly and stepped out of the tub. In an instant, your back was against the cold tile and your legs were hanging over Azriel’s shoulders. He thrust into you harshly, his balls slapping against the wet skin of your ass.

“That’s right, baby,” he ground out. “I’m fucking you.”

You choked on a moan as his thumb moved harshly over your clit. Closer and closer you were being pushed to oblivion. Your stomach tightened with a familiar feeling as you locked eyes with him. Release was coming soon, but you were nowhere near satisfied. Your back arched off the tile as you tried to wrap your legs around his waist. You needed to touch Azriel, feel him closer to you. Your hands snaked around him to rest on his back, your nails finding purchase in the skin on his shoulders. His chest flushed against yours, you kissed him vigorously. Teeth scraped against one another, tongue brushing against tongues, you thought you’d die. You felt too good for this to be real.

Release washed over you like a white hot wave. Your legs squeezed around Azriel, and you heard him curse. You felt his cock twitch inside you, sputter as he emptied himself in you. You lay on the floor panting, legs locked around your lover. Your heart felt so full, you almost didn’t want to move. Except, now your legs were cramping and you needed another bath. You peeled yourself off of Azriel and sat up slowly. The familiar feeling of his cum slipping out of you made you tense.

Azriel placed a tender kiss to your forehead and helped you stand up. His hand trailed up your arm to your wrist as he led you back to the bath. He tensed as he saw the red marks on your wrist.

“Was this me?” he asked, bringing your wrist closer to him.

“From last night.” You stepped into the tub slowly, careful to not slip. You turned the faucet to refill the tub with hot water.

He placed a soft kiss on the red flesh. “I’m sorry.”

You raised your head and met his gaze. You wanted to say that it was fine, that you had enjoyed it, but the air sucked right out of you. Something in his eyes stirred and reached out to you. Not physically, but mentally – almost divinely. It was as if his shadows reached inside your body and filled every crevice, every cell. Your heart sang as his eyes searched yours for a response.

“It’s okay,” you mumbled.

It wasn’t okay, not in the slightest. His shadows danced around you, or at least you thought they did. You weren’t sure of anything at this point. You weren’t entirely sure you were even standing. You felt lightheaded and completely grounded at the same time.

Mate, his shadows sang. They sang louder and louder until they overpowered you. You couldn’t see any light, there was no way out of this.

Azriel was your mate.

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violette-hue · 8 months

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Come Again?

Ruhn Danaan x Reader

Summary: One-liner request from @writingsbychlo: “do you have any idea how to use that? do you even know what you’re holding?!”

Also for the anons who requested: "Omg please write more for Ruhn, our crescent city men are so underrated in this fandom! I love the crescent city modern world! I would love to see Ruhn using a toy on the reader maybe?? I don’t know if that’s in your comfort zone and if it isn’t I’m sorry but it’s been giving me brain rot 😭 I absolutely love your writing!" and "Ik you said you didn’t have anymore ideas for Ruhn, but…..Rhun with a vibrator that’s all I’m gonna say"

Warnings: Smut, vibrator

Word Count: 1,974

Notes: Fulfilling lots of requests with this one. 😉

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“Do you have any idea how to use that?” You tease, not at all embarrassed at the sight of your mate holding the toy you’d left out from last night. “Do you even know what you’re holding?!”

Ruhn examines the pink bullet in his hands curiously. It’s almost a mocking manner, how he twists it left and right, like he’s trying dramatically to make sense of the toy to pull a smile from you. It’s not even as long as one of his fingers, he notes, mouth flattening sourly. It means to him that you don’t get off on how large he is, if something this small can make you cum just as well as he can.

What’s stopping you from leaving him, if you’re satisfied with this?

“You don’t need me anymore, I see,” he bares his teeth a little, jealous of the vibrator he’s holding in his hand. While it nowhere near compares to the cock that’s lengthening in his pants, he pictures instead you using the toy on yourself. Ruhn wonders if the things the vibrator does draws the same noises you do for him.

You roll your eyes in response, stretching your body long across your bed, reveling in the feeling of your mate’s eyes tracing the lines of your body. Ruhn tongues at his piercing in a way he knows drives you mad, but his gaze returns to the toy, narrow-eyed as if it might actually be the thing you’re replacing him with.

“Well,” you drawl, teasing a hand up your front. You want him to use it on you, set it to the fastest speed and press it against your clit while he impales you with his large cock. You shiver, tracing a nipple with a finger as you continue. “If you let me move in, I wouldn’t have to use that on nights I get lonely.”

Ruhn’s nostrils flare, pupils growing wide as you spread your legs for him, teasing him even more. Your pretty eyes flick to the vibrator in his hand and back to his, and you watch his face brighten, the curve of his lips into a mischievous smirk that spells out at least four orgasms as he fully understands what you’re needing from him and your little toy.

He flips the toy on and it reverberates loudly, sending shockwaves up his tattooed arms. He can understand why this would be pleasurable, especially if it has your legs falling open so easily, conditioned by the pink toy’s noises. Ruhn clutches the vibrator in hand, crawling up onto the bed between your legs. He looks like a predator, majestic muscles underneath his tight t-shirt rippling with every movement.

“If I let you move in with me,” he murmurs against your skin, his words hot and breathy against your thighs as he removes your pants and underwear in one go. Your breath catches in your throat as he drags the pulsing toy across your hip bone and your fingers find his hair, tangling in inky locks to try and pull him closer to your cunt that’s pulsing with need. “I would never get anything done.”

“Yes,” you hiss as he nips at the soft skin of your navel, working higher and higher, dragging your shirt up with him as he goes. “Because smoking with Dec and Flynn takes up so much of your time.”

Ruhn chuckles, pressing his body flat against yours. You don’t know when he shed himself of his own shirt but you don’t care, reveling in the way that his chest vibrates against yours and his contained cock settles against your wet and needy cunt.

The texture of his jeans brushes your core and you arch into the bed with a depraved sort of noise. Gods, he’s mouthing across your neck, sucking harshly as punishment for your snarkiness. Oh, he’ll get you back for that one. The toy in his hand will make sure of that. It’s about to become his new best friend.

“We’re busy boys, Deer. Having you around will only distract them further,” he says against your mouth, stealing a kiss as he gently presses the vibrator to the pulse in your throat. They’re nearly beating the same rate and it makes you shudder and mewl, canting your hips for some of the glorious friction the roughness of his jeans cause. “And I don’t like to share.”

“Ruhn,” you gasp, fisting your fingers into the sheets. You can’t bear it, the feeling of him sucking marks into your neck, branding you with his lips. His piercing drags cold against your pert nipple as he makes his way downward, but he’s going much too slow, sliding the vibrator between your breasts in a hot line.

Excitement stirs in your gut as you jerk faster against him. He’s trying to pin you to the bed with his hips but it only makes everything dig deliciously into you—

Your mate senses this, pulling away from you, ignoring your frustrated cry.

“Please,” you beg, eyes flying wide. You hadn’t realized that they’d fallen shut in utter bliss, working hard for the orgasm tingling between your legs. Your clit throbs at the sight of your shirtless mate kneeling above you. He looks like a God, staring down at you with dark eyes and a wicked grin.

“Are you talking to me, Deer,” he asks, holding up the buzzing pink toy, “Or this?”

You growl, exasperated. Surging, you press up on your hands, aiming to reach out and grab him by the loopholes of his pants. If he won’t give you what you want you’ll finish yourself, but the way he’s clutching onto your vibrator…is that what you look like when you’re using it as well?

“Be nice, Ruhn,” you pout when he doesn’t budge. His blue eyes sparkle. Ruhn loves keeping you on edge. But using your toy against you is purely tortuous.

He tuts, one hand moving to the button of his pants while the one holding your vibrator presses gently to your shoulder, a soft motion telling you he wants you to lie back.

“Okay, Deer. I’ll stop teasing.” You huff, glaring up at him. You’re trying to ignore the incessant buzzing by your ear but it’s calling to you, wanting you to shove Ruhn out of your room and use it because it would never tease you like that. “Do you want me?”

His tone turns utterly soft with his question. Insecure, almost. But your brows pull tightly together as you assess your mate and his unclear question. He could mean anything by that. Do you want me to go down on you? Yes. Do you want me to use the vibrator on you until your bed is soaked through with your pleasure? Yes. Do you want me to stuff you full of my cock until you milk me of my cum? Yes.

Upon seeing your confusion, he clarifies. “Do you want me to stay?”

A part of you melts. Of course, you want him to stay. You want him to stay forever, tangled up in the sheet with you until the end of time, but it’s not possible. Your cunt still throbs for him, and right now, all you really want is to cum.

“Of course, I want you,” you reach out a gentle hand and he meets you halfway, intertwining your fingers. “I love you so much, Ruhn. More than I have ever loved anything,” you trail off, taking his other hand, the one that’s clutching the vibrator, urging him slowly to your awaiting cunt. Your voice shudders with pleasure as it touches your sensitive clit, and Ruhn swallows thickly. “But what I’d really love is to cum, by you. Now. Please.” You add, an afterthought, writhing on the bed for him.

Ruhn curses low, watching the way your body reacts to the toy in his hands. Your fingers slacken, then fall from his wrist completely, letting him take over. His eyes blaze when you whimper and cry out when he slides the vibrator through your folds. Fuck, you’re soaking wet, thighs glistening, his fingers drenched as he slips the toy into your cunt and his thumb brushes across your clit.

“I can do that,” he answers breathlessly. You moan his name sinfully in response, and it shoves him into action. His cock is achingly hard, trapped in the confines of his pants. It’s a struggle to get out of them, but he refuses to remove a hand from the toy shoved deeply into your snatch, all too caught up in your keening responses to the little thing.

It’s awkward to try and kick out of his underwear while he still pleases you, but you don’t seem to mind the slight shifting and cursing going on because your eyes are rolled into the back of your head with pleasure, hands tweaking your nipples. “Ruhn,” you pant, “Get on me, please.”

He doesn’t hesitate and you moan lewdly as his hot body presses against yours again, drowning you with desperate kisses. You push against him just as fervently, hands eagerly roaming the plains of his muscles as he moves against you. The thickness of his cock slides against your soaking cunt and the vibrator that has your body shaking, but you want more. You want him.

As if he’s reading your mind, Ruhn removes the vibrator and presses into you in one fell swoop, forcing the air from your lungs as his long length meets your womb. He directs the vibrator up slightly, pounding into you as he holds it to your clit, swallowing down your loud cry. You press your breasts into his chest, and the scrape of your nipples against his pectorals is utterly delicious and your back bows for more.

It’s almost too much, the vibrator pressed to your clit as Ruhn works his cock into you with an eagerness you haven’t seen in a while. Neither of you had ever mentioned the possibility of using toys in bed and now you’re sure you’d be questioning yourself why if you weren’t on the edge of the most bone-shaking orgasm.

“Ruhn,” you cry, clawing at your mate. He grunts in response, jackknifing into you faster. The pulsing from your toy makes you shake, and he can feel the reverberations in his own cock. He’s drowning in pleasure, with how utterly soaking you are for him, the way you’re clinging to him and begging him to fuck you. The way your cunt clenches around his cock, coaxing his orgasm from him and your body drinking it greedily. There’s no way he would’ve lasted with you like this, but he wants to take you over and over again, all night with the way you scream his name, cresting over your own edge.

Your mate sees you through your orgasm, but the buzzing doesn’t let up, even when you begin to squirm and plead for him to stop. He’s buried deep into your core, loving every second of the way you convulse around him. Ruhn keeps his cum pressed in deep, and his teeth are sharp as they scrape against your collarbone, working his way up to your ear. You cling to him, rutting your hips like a goddamn whore, begging.

“Please,” your voice is weak, quivering, his broad shoulders lined with red marks as you cling to him.

“Shh, Deer, it’s alright. Just give me one more, baby. One more and I’ll turn the vibrator off,” he grins smugly down at you. Your hair is strewn about the pillows, forehead beading with sweat. Your eyes are shut tightly, mouth agape in a desperate gasp for air. What you don’t see is the glint in his gaze, the one that tells you he might be turning off the vibrator but it will in no way be your last orgasm of the night.

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violette-hue · 8 months

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Amortentia

Summary: Pansy forces a secret out of you, and you’re strongly debating which curse/jinx to use on her.

Trigger Warning(s): Pansy (mentions of her), one (?) curse word, mentions of pure bloods (purebloods?), mentions of the future, love/strongly like

Word Count: 749

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

“It’s a nice out tonight.”

You sat down on the edge of the astronomy tower next to Draco. The summer breeze danced across your heated cheeks, cooling you down. The events from twenty minutes ago still boiled your blood and you wanted nothing more than to go back to the Slytherin common room and give Pansy a good wack. Maybe even a curse or jinx.

“What do you want, Draco?” you asked, not daring to look over at him.

“What’s Pansy talking about?”

You took a deep breath. Apparently Draco wasn’t going to beat around the bush with this. You could see him looking at you from your peripherals, his blue eyes haunting in the moonlight. You debated your options. Tell Draco what started this mess, or pretend like you didn’t know. Instinctively, you wanted to choose the latter, but Draco knew you too well, and he’d know you were lying. Even without looking at him. You pursed your lips.

“Remember the Amortentia potion?” you started. You didn’t give him the opportunity to answer as you continued. “I didn’t smell my boyfriend – ex-boyfriend. I smelled you.” You kept your eyes on the moon, ignoring your peripherals. Ignoring your body tingling as Draco scooted closer to you. “Pansy asked me who I smelled. She found out, somehow. I didn’t even tell her, didn’t want to.”

“You always were a bad liar,” Draco said softly. You noted the way his fingers twitched where it rested on his leg, almost as if he wanted to touch you, but decided against it.

“Yeah,” you responded. “I am.” Your heart beat in your chest wildly. Of all the things he could have said, he decided to point out your inability to lie? Had you not just dropped a bomb of information on him? Did he not even care? Your stomach flipped at the thought, legs tingling. What if he didn’t care? What would you do? Would your friendship be over?

You dared a peak at Draco. He was looking at the moon now, admiring her glow. Her haunted rays of light made Draco almost glow, the light bouncing off his light blonde hair. He looked almost like an angel. A haunted, fallen angel. You looked away from him and focused your gaze on the ground hundreds of feet below you. You’re not even sure if you could see the ground properly, or if that was just a thick layer of mist.

“It’s a good thing for me, though,” Draco said suddenly, breaking the awkward silence. Or maybe the silence was only awkward for you?

“Why?”

Draco looked at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “Because I like bad liars. I like you.”

Your eyes met Draco’s and you searched for any deceit. The only thing you saw was sincerity and…longing. Had he always looked at you like that?

You shifted under his gaze and returned your eyes to the floor—or the mist—whatever that was.

“You don’t have to pity me, Draco.”

You heard him scoff. “I was never taught to pity anyone. I’m telling the truth, Y/N, I like you. More than a friend. And I think you like me more than a friend, too.”

It was your turn to scoff now, only when you did it, it sounded more like a weak laugh. “What gave it away — the amortentia?”

Draco smiled and moved closer to you. “Something like that.”

You returned the smile and rested your head on his shoulder. You took a deep breath of relief and contentment. Apples. Leather. Galleons. Just as you had smelt in the potion days ago.

Perhaps a part of you had always known your feelings for Draco were beyond that of friendship. He was the closest person in your life, had been there the longest, too. Whatever shit was going on with your parents, you had always found each other. It seemed fitting you would find your way to be together, and you were sure your parents would have arranged it anyways. Purebloods, they would have said, are meant to be together. That didn’t matter to you. You were with Draco because you wanted to.

You looked up at him through your lashes to find that he was already looking at you. Without missing a beat, you leaned forward and kissed him. His lips were soft and a bit dehydrated, but it felt right. This felt right. You both were still children in society’s eyes, but you knew, somehow, that this would last.

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violette-hue · 9 months

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Azriel

Fated (01)

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar #azriel #rhysand #cassian #feyre #nesta #elain #gwyn #lucien #eris #helion #tarquin

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violette-hue · 9 months

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Fated | (01)

Summary: Azriel is forced to find some sort of release after being barred from pining for Elain. He finds a lovely distraction at Rita's.

Trigger Warning(s): minors do not interact, 18+, SPOILERS, smut, partying, one night stand, not proofread

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Making this, hopefully, into a series :)

Azriel should have been furious, or at least insulted. Instead he felt relieved to get a few days off. When Cassian had commented on his recent crankiness and Rhysand had agreed, he was more than ready to defend himself. But then Rhysand had suggested he take a much needed break. And then Cassian had made the comment about getting laid. He wasn’t wrong.

For weeks, Azriel and Elain had been teetering on the edge of teasing and flirting. For weeks Azriel had gotten so close to being with her, feeling skin against skin, cock buried deep within her. Yet, at every opportunity, something—or someone—had interrupted. Rhys. Cas. Feyre. Even Nyx, from time to time. Azriel new Rhys didn’t want him with Elain, but now it was starting to feel like everyone else was in on it. Conspiring against him.

But would they really be conspiring against him if they gave him a few days off to fuck?

Azriel took a deep breath as he entered Rita’s. He wasn’t really sure what to look for. A blonde, like Elain? A brunette? He wasn’t even entirely sure he’d be able to pull anyone. Elain was still plaguing his mind. It was her he wanted, after all. Maybe he should just go home and sneak into her room.

Just as he was about to turn to leave, someone caught his eye. His eyes trailed over the curves of her body, drinking her in. She was beautiful, one of the most beautiful females he’d ever seen. The lights caught on the sparkles of his dress, and for a brief moment, Elain was forgotten. It was just Azriel and the female. She was surrounded by a group of what he assumed was her friends. As he watched her hips sway to the beat, he convinced himself he could do this. If not for his satisfaction, then for some sort of release.

Azriel made his way to the bar and ordered a drink. His eyes never left the female, and he could have sworn her eyes crossed his. A shiver of static ran down his spine at the brief eye contact. He wouldn’t leave without trying.

Another moment of eye contact had him clutching his drink tightly. He watched as the female smiled knowingly. He stood, his drink discarded and walked toward her. At this point, the female had moved away from her friends, and was now looking at him boldly with sweet, sultry look.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before,” the female said, her voice carrying over the music. Her voice wrapped around his brain like a mist, a hot, heavy mist that filled his veins with desire.

“I haven’t been in a while,” Azriel responded. His eyes drank the female in front of him in. She was much more beautiful up close.

“I must be lucky.” Azriel carefully watched the female’s tongue dart across her lips, moistening the chapped flesh. “Do you want to dance?”

Azriel found himself smiling, nodding subtly. His hands found purchase on her hips as they swayed to the rhythm of the song playing. Their bodies grazed each other as they moved, electricity buzzing between them with each touch. The female turned, and her luscious ass found place against him. His cock twitched at the intimate contact. He internally groaned. It had been too long since he was able to do this. His hands roamed from the female’s waist to her abdomen against the silky fabric of her dress. His fingers traced the area just below her navel, where there should be an extra bump of fabric clothing her sex. He found none, and nearly had to bite his tongue to control the sudden impulse to take her in front of everyone.

“Let’s get out of here,” Azriel found himself saying, his lips brushing against the shell of the female’s ear. “To the alley.”

The female in his arms nodded her head and started for the alley. Azriel was close behind her, his hands never leaving her hips. His cocked twitched in his pants from anticipation. Just a few more steps, a rounded corner and he’d be buried to the hilt within this unnamed female. Should it have bothered him that he cared more about what her sex felt like than what her name was? It should, he concluded, but he needed this. He supposed he could find out the female’s name quickly. At least to not treat her entirely like walking release.

The brisk autumn air kissed Azriel’s face as they finally reached the alley. Within seconds, he had the female against the wall, lips against hers with a devouring fever. The female returned the kiss, her back arching off the wall of Rita’s. His blood bubbled under his skin, and kissing her wasn’t enough. Running his hands over her breasts wasn’t enough. He thought he’d be able to play with her a bit, feel out her sex. But he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to wait.

Azriel shoved a hand down his leathers and freed his cock. The autumn breeze felt soothing against the heated flesh, and he pumped himself once, then twice. He pushed the female’s dress up her thighs enough to reveal her dripping sex. He licked his lips and rest the tip of his cock against her entrance. He groaned softly with the contact.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his breath low and husky.

The female nodded, hips wiggling for more friction. “I didn’t get your name,” she breathed, her fingertips digging into his shoulders.

He pushed himself inside her, moaning as her puffy walls embraced his length. “Azriel,” he ground out. He snapped his hips against hers and relished at the lewd sound it made. His arms tensed, his fingers digging into the fleshy part of her hips. “Yours?”

“Y/N.” Her voice was breathy, broken up by moans. She felt so good around him, so – right.

His thrusts became rougher, deeper and his mind couldn’t form a coherent thought. She tightened around him like a vise as her moans became louder and higher. His name left her lips in an utterance, like a prayer. The sound of the way she moaned his name sounded like pure bliss. Azriel found himself too close to the edge too soon, but so did this beautiful female. Within a few more strokes, she was a moaning mess underneath him. Her fingernails grazed against the base of his wings, and Azriel came with a loud moan.

Azriel stood there for some time, forehead leaning against her shoulder and breathing heavily. His grip loosened against her hips, but still held her firm enough to keep her held up. A sudden shame filled Azriel. He didn’t intend to finish that quickly, but at least she finished, too.

He raised his head, eyes meeting hers and smiled softly. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “For the, uh, quick finish.”

He watched as a dazzling smile crossed Y/N’s features. “I think mine was a bit quicker than yours,” she responded. Her hands ran gently along his shoulders and biceps. “Maybe we can do this again? For a little longer?”

Azriel smiled, and nodded before he could logically think. Some release every now and then wouldn’t be too bad, especially if he were being micromanaged around Elain.

“Maybe we can go back to my place?” she suggested shyly. Her hips rolled against his gently as an indicator to what she meant. Azriel didn’t have to think logically to answer her question this time.

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