Series of NSFW x reader oneshots based off of the character and voice actor, Azeru The Fallen Angel.
Disclaimer Jargon: I do not own the character Azeru nor the cover art. This is purely fanfiction fueled by passion and appreciation for Azeru. The stories will contain adult themes and situations that might be unsettling to some.
Forward author's note: For all of you that are fans of Seductive Nightmare, I promise that it is not abandoned. I wanted to write but wanted to tackle a different project altogether.
He's been watching you for quite some time now. You do not even notice him in the club till you've danced a while with your friends. You look up and your eyes lock. He wants something from you; you feel it in your heart. This mysterious stranger captivates you and not long after, you start to unravel the fact that he isn't quite the stranger he seems. Warning: There is scene a in the beginning of this oneshot that involves GHB, so you might not want to read this one if that will be triggering to you.
天使 天使 天使
You really do not feel like going out tonight, but your friend Christine insisted. You don't want to let her down. Christine is also bringing her boyfriend, Seth, and you always thought that he was good company. You've been pounding the books too much lately, and really, you need to get out of the college grind for some fresh air.
Donning some of your flashier clothes and dolling yourself up, you walk the several blocks to the dance club. "One of the perks to living downtown," you think to yourself. You were expecting to get catcalled during the walk, but to your relief and albeit disappointment, you are left alone. You certainly do not believe that you are ugly, but you are never quite satisfied with what you see in the mirror. The sound of your heels clicking on the pavement is barely heard over the steady stream of passing cars. Sighing loudly, you reach out to grab the handle of the door to the club and cry out in surprise as it nearly careens you in the face.
"Oh my God, I just was about to walk to your place and fetch you! What took you so long? Sorry for almost hitting you with the door!" Christine laughs, placing her hand on your shoulder. She nudges and guides you inside. "I have a bit of a surprise for you," she trills. "Guess who else came?"
"No," you stammer, "you SO did not invite Cameron here!"
"Yup, I did! I know he has quite the crush on you. You're welcome! Now, get in here and let's dance. You look gorgeous, by the way."
"Thanks. I, uh, might need a drink first. Now, I feel really self conscious knowing that Cameron is here! You are so sneaky, Chris! That's so mean!" Christine just smiles and winks at you. She has her hand wrapped around your arm and pulls you deeper and deeper into the sea of dancing bodies swaying to strobe lights and loud techno music.
Seth sees you approaching and waves. You wave back. Talking at this point would be pretty moot with how loud the music is blaring. Christine lets go of your arm and nods towards the back of the club near some empty tables. You nod your head in agreement and make your way in that direction. The rainbow colored lights flashing disorients you a bit, and you feel yourself coordinately challenged self stumble into somebody.
"I'm sorry!" You apologize but know that he probably cannot hear you. You don't look up to see his face, but you notice that he is wearing some type of white suit. You chuckle to yourself. "And I thought I was dressed up. Fancy," you think to yourself.
You sit on a stool and place your elbows on the table, watching the crowd dance and sway. The music is more hushed in the corner, and you're thankful that you don't have to completely shout in order to talk to your friends. You jump a little when you feel fingers tap you on your left shoulder. It's Cameron, and he is holding out a drink to you. He smiles sheepishly.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. I hope you like Long Islands. Christine told me it is one of your favorite drinks. You," he pauses, "you look really nice!"
"Thank you! You look nice, too." You reach out and take the perspiring glass and immediately sip at the red straw. For whatever reason, you are on edge and not just because your crush just bought you a drink. You can't really put your finger on it. You look up and study Cameron's face. He is cute to you, yes, but something feels off about him today. Perhaps, it merely is just the way he is looking at you. Yes, that's it! His gaze is a bit untrustworthy. Looking away from him, you watch the groups of people dancing. Secretly, you hope to catch another glimpse of the man in the white suit. You're disappointed when you do not.
Christine and Seth go to the bar to get drinks and leave you alone with Cameron. You make idle chitchat, but the conversation is as stale as leftover Peeps from Easter. You finish your drink just as your friends rejoin you at the table. Christine slides another Long Island across it in your direction. A couple drops splash out onto the tops of your hands as you catch it. You give her the eye and snicker.
"Girl, what are you trying to do to me? I just drank one!"
She giggles as she sips on a strawberry margarita. "Well, you need another one. You ain't dancing yet, are you? I'll know you've had enough when you get up and dance!"
Cameron continues to try to chew the fat with you. "He's annoying as fuck," you think. "He's cute, but that seems to be the only thing going for him. I'm not sure why I was interested in him in the first place. I wish he'd leave! I'd honestly enjoy myself a lot more if he wasn't looking at me like a lost puppy." Before you know it, your second Long Island iced tea is gone. That warm familiar rush pours over you and you sigh happily. Okay, so maybe drinking that second one that fast wasn't the best idea that you've ever had.
"So, you wanna dance?" Cameron inquires. Before you can shake your head no, Christine stands up from the table.
"Yes, let's all dance! What did we come here for in the first place? We are all responsible adults who need to enjoy a little of the good life! And boy, I'm feeling that margarita already! I ain't gunna waste it!"
You march back in towards the crowd and the throbbing beat of music. Cameron is literally on your heels. You stand there for a moment, dumbstruck at how forward he is being. You dance a little all the while trying to pretend that he isn't right in front of you. It proves to be arduous, however. He constantly bumps into you, and you take a little step back to regain your space bubble or at least as much of it as you can while dancing in a crowded club. Cameron notices and frowns. He leans in to talk to you, his beard tickling your ear.
"You seem distracted." His voice buzzes obnoxiously like a bee.
"I'm fine. It's just been a difficult few weeks for me. Exams and such," you shout back, not wanting to get that close to his ear.
"Well, I'm glad you came. I'd been wanting to ask you out for a while now, but I've been too scared. I really like you," he whispers your name in your ear. You flinch. The sound of your name coming out of his mouth is like nails on a chalkboard. Even with two Long Islands in you, it is not enough to banish Cameron away or make him any more pleasant. You do not respond; you are not really sure how to respond.
"I, um, hope that you like me. Christine said you did. I'd like to take you out to dinner sometime." You look away quickly hoping that he takes the hint. You seek out Christine in the crowd and mentally shout at her 'help'. She sees you and smiles, giving you a thumbs up. She honest to goodness had the best of intentions, and you cannot fault her. Sometimes, things do not quite work out as you hoped. You smile at Cameron putting forth your best effort to be courteous. He did buy you a drink, after all.
"Yeah, maybe. I'd have to check my schedule. I've been really busy lately between work and school." Crestfallen, he nods. You doubt that he will give up that easily.
"Can I get you another drink?" he asks, timidly.
"Sure, that'd be great!" Maybe you could tolerate Cameron and enjoy yourself in the club a bit more if you had more liquor in your system. Couldn't hurt, right?
Cameron puts his mouth to your ear again, nearly kissing it. You recoil and back up away from him. "What can I get you?"
"Uh, I think I'll have what Christine had. A strawberry margarita sounds really good, honestly." You toss your arms up into the air, swaying to the music. "He's not here, he's not here, he's not here! Just dance and pretend you are having a good time!"
"Sure thing, beautiful." You sigh in relief as he walks towards the bar. "Fucking finally, the barnacle leaves!"
Without Cameron at your heels, you do start to have fun dancing alone. Christine and Seth have their hands on each other nearby, and you laugh out loud at their PDA. Closing your eyes, you tune out the fear of grades, bossy professors, dickhead managers, and exams. The lights in the club dim down and shift to blue as a new song starts. The music touches your soul, and it makes you yearn for something that you are not quite sure even exists.
" Is this real, am I just making this up?
Or will you be my surprise? Don't wake me up, wake me up.
Is this real, are you gonna sweep me off my feet?
Or am I here foolishly waiting for a ghost to come and save me? "
A sweet, familiar scent brushes your nose. It's a clean scent, calming. You open your eyes and gasp. It is the man you bumped into earlier in the white suit. His gaze is very direct. Magnetic. He looks down at you solemnly. Gloved hands find their way to your hips. Without even thinking, your arms wrap around the stranger's neck. Together, you dance perfectly to the beat of the music. His eyes never leave yours.
You swallow, unable to breathe. You try to open your mouth to speak and ask the stranger's name, but words escape you. Hell, your own English escapes you. That's fine by you, however, because the handsome, sharp dressed guy does not speak either. You aren't aware that your lips are partly slightly as if anticipating a kiss. He inclines his head towards you, aching to do just that. His hands tighten their grip on your waist as if you were a balloon about to sail away on the wind. You don't mind.
His right hand leaves your hip and travels up to cup your cheek. Warm breath caresses your face, his lips inching closer and closer. You close your eyes and press your body into his. The stranger dithers a moment longer. "Please, please, please kiss me! I don't know who you are, but I feel as if I'd die inside without your kiss," you think. Your body wavers.
"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?" A hand clamps around your left arm and yanks you away from the man you were dancing with. "She's with me! Keep your fucking dirty ass hands off her! Who the fuck do you think you even are dressed up in a suit looking like an Elvis wannabe!" Cameron pulls you further and further away from him as well as your two friends. You are stunned into silence.
You end up back at your table, and you sit down on a bar stool in dazed confusion. "What happened? Was he bothering you?"
"No, he wasn't. I don't know him. But-," Cameron cuts you off.
"Here," he smiles, sliding a delicious looking strawberry margarita to you. He looks back at Christine and Seth. "I hope it tastes as good as it looks."
You hold the stem of the glass between your fingers. Sweat is dripping down Cameron's face even though he wasn't dancing with you for long. And why does he keep glancing back towards your friends? You look down at the brightly colored drink and notice that the really hot guy in the suit sits at the table next to you. He chooses a seat out of Cameron's line of sight. He has one foot propped up on the stool and the other on the floor. Glancing up, you return your eyes to his. Cameron grins thinking that you are admiring him.
"Here, you really should drink up while it is still frozen. It's a bit warm in here, right?"
You don't respond. The guy behind Cameron now shakes his head 'no'. "What?" you think, "it's just a drink. Sure, I'm a little buzzed right now, but this will hardly make me drunk." You swallow. Both sets of eyes on you, you lift the drink up and start sipping the straw. Ice cold strawberry flavor floods your mouth. It really is a good drink. There's nothing to worry about, and you mentally chastise yourself for being a nervous hen.
While rather uncomfortable with his boring chatter, you are thankful that Cameron doesn't ask you to dance again. You try to keep your eyes from Cameron's blue ones. It proves to be difficult. Instead, you focus on the stranger you danced with and alternate between him and searching out your friends in the crowd. Christine and Seth must be having a good time on the dance floor, because they didn't come back to the table for a break. This drink, however, hits you way harder and faster than the previous iced teas did. Things start to slow down around you. The flashing of the strobe lights seem to mimic your heartbeat. Ba-dump, ba-dumb, BA-DUMP!
"How are you feeling?" Cameron smiles at you after glancing back to look for Christine and Seth to no avail. This seems to please him.
You open your mouth to tell him that you feel fine, but your lips feel stiff and immobile. Cameron comes over to your side of the table, sitting right next to you. His hands dart out to grab hold of you, and your drink gets knocked over and shatters on the floor. You giggle a bit, looking down at the fallen margarita wishing you could have at least finished it before the dumbass knocked it to the floor. Greedy hands are now cupping your breasts, fondling you. You feebly fight to push him away. You're angry that you cannot even open your mouth to tell him off. "Why can't I just talk?!" you mentally whine.
Struggling, you pry his hands off you. Before you know it, his mouth is on yours, his tongue trying to part your lips. You moan in utter disgust, half realizing what is happening. Your heart is pounding like a drum in your chest, but your limbs feel like the bones in them disappeared. You try to scream for help. The colored lights in the club seem to dim and darken with each beat of your heart. You pray that either Seth or Christine will somehow come over to help you. Cameron's greedy embrace captures your lips again. The sensation of you falling or being yanked off the bar stool registers in your mind and then there is only darkness. Nothing.
天使 天使 天使
The sound of a bird's wings rustling rouses you. The room you are in is so bright that you cannot open your eyes. What the hell happened? You swallow and hear your throat give a dry click. Mentally, you try to remember. Cameron. Clubbing with Seth and Christine. A margarita. Pictures swirl behind your closed eyes as you try to make sense of it all. You are lying in your own bed still dressed in the clothes you went to the club in. You groan at the realization that Cameron had spiked your drink. Was he here now?
Slowly, you test an arm and wiggle your fingers. The movement feels queer and and stiff. You crack your eyes open fearful that Cameron is in your apartment with you. Why is it so difficult to focus and see anything? It must be from whatever he put in that last drink he gave you. You try to sit up and your stomach rolls. You bring a hand to your forehead and try to massage away the migraine that is trying to be born away. Suddenly, the bed dips down as he sits next to you. Panic rises in your throat until you notice the smell. "This smells just like that-."
"Ah, you're awake. I was starting to get worried about you," a husky voice speaks. Not Cameron's. "Shh. Don't try to move so quickly. I imagine you still are feeling a bit of that drug that that low life gave you. Here. Drink this. It will make you feel better." You open your mouth to protest at this stranger's gift. "No, if you really don't want it, I won't force you. After what happened to you, your comfort and safety are paramount. I will give you that choice."
You try to sit up but waver. A gloved hand takes hold of your own and another presses to your back, aiding you into a sitting position. A face finally comes into focus. It's a beautiful face. Deep azure eyes study you with concern. The stranger's dark, grey choppy hair is gathered into a small ponytail laying over his left shoulder. His bangs crisscross down low framing his nose and giving him an elegant and boyish appearance. Your eyes follow a streak of white hair that curves around his youthful face. His halo gleams the purest white next to his snowy white..."Wings? Halo?! Oh damn, I'm hallucinating!" you bemoan to yourself.
"Hey, shh. It's okay. I can't read your mind on this mortal realm, but it is not hard to guess that you believe you are hallucinating. I'm real, and I know you," he whispers in a sexy, bedroom voice. His accent is strange and hard to pin; perhaps, it is a mix of British and Australian. Even in your current state, you could not deny that his voice kindled a small fire in your stomach. Moth wings within you flutter to and fro. He whispers your name, tasting it how it settles on his tongue. "Oh, have mercy!" you think again.
He pauses a moment, allowing you the chance to speak. He studies you, no, that's not quite right. He is staring straight through you directly into your heart. His direct gaze makes you look down at your left hand nervously, and you see how dangerously close his black leather gloved hand resides next to yours. You could easily stretch out your pinky and touch him. You close your eyes and sway a little, reeling from the remnants of the drug in your system. Opening them, you hear him sigh softly, and you see his other hand still holding one of your glasses with a purple pearlescent liquid inside. You incline your head.
"Here," he says again, holding the glass up to your lips. "Don't worry, I've got you. I know I have thus far given you no reason to trust me, but I hope that you can see it in my eyes that I mean you no harm." He helps tip the glass so that the cool liquid inside touches your lips. With one final look, you decide to trust him. Whatever the drink is, it tastes cool and makes your lips tingle as if you rubbed peppermint oil on them. Such an odd beverage! You wonder what it even is as you drink. As promised, the drink does indeed make you feel better. You marvel at how quickly your senses return to you.
"W-who are you?"
"I am Azeru. I...," he trails off shyly, "I'm your guardian angel. I've been watching you ever since you summoned me."
"Huh? I'm sorry, I'm extremely confused right now. This feels like a dream. I mean, an angel is sitting on my bed with me in my apartment and gives me this weird drink that instantly clears my head." You pause, closing your eyes, shaking your head. "What do you mean I summoned you? You mean in the club last night? I can remember seeing you there, but even with your drink my memory is hazy and muddled."
"No, that's not when you summoned me. You actually did when you were 16. You summoned me while having a dream. We've actually met many times in your dreams. They are so colorful and vibrant. Vivid, even. You-you don't remember ever meeting me at all?" The woeful tone in his voice makes your heart ache.
You think about it. You find yourself examining his soft and supple lips. You swallow again. Fragmented images from dreams you can recall shift around in your memory. The white suit he is wearing with gold epaulets is very familiar. You recall having dreams where you yanked that waistcoat open, buttons becoming flying saucers across the room. But those were just dreams, right?
"I'm not even sure that I am awake right now. You seem familiar, yes, but I don't remember you. This whole thing-prince charming in his nice white suit looking very regal in my bedroom-is not actually happening. This kind of shit doesn't happen! This is just a very lucid dream. I mean this," you pause picking up a feather that must have fallen off of one of his wings, "is an added depth of realism to the whole shebang, but this is not real." You reach out your hand and gingerly prod the long gold earring dangling from his right ear. "By the way, the 80s called and they want their earring back."
Azeru smirks at you, looking down and then back up, pinning you with his eyes. "I was wondering when that bratty attitude of yours would come back. Look, I know that this doesn't make a whole lot of sense right now, but I promise you that I'm real. I'm here with you now. You have no idea the risk you put me under while I remain here with you." He audibly suspires. His blue eyes are sparkling as if tears might rain down at any moment.
"This is the first time that I've met you in person. All the other times, hundreds, have been in dreams. I know everything there is to know about you: your fears, your hopes, your desires that which I've fulfilled. Even now, I'm struggling beyond anything I've ever known by being this close to you." You look at him, nonplussed.
"By divine rules, you and I were never to meet unless your life was in peril. Only then could I intervene. I will be punished when I return to heaven, because while you were in danger last night, your life was not at risk." He leans in closer, his breath touching your cheek. "But whatever punishment I receive, it will be all worth it. Every single lash will be worth it, because I finally got to hold you in my arms." A drop of salty betrayal rolls down his cheek. He touches his forehead to yours, and you cannot pull away from the mesmerizing spell he has cast upon you.
"There is no language in any human tongue past nor present that can describe how deeply I love you. How deeply I cherish you. Even now, I question whether or not I should return. You make me question everything I swore." His right hand glides up the back of your neck, holding you to him. You are surprised that you do not even resist his forward touch. The metal epaulet on his shoulder chimes softly as he grasps your left hand in his, intertwining your fingers within.
Words escape you. Again, everything is beyond surreal and you are not entirely sure if you are awake or still dreaming. A dream dances across your memory, and the taste of his lips flood your senses. Heat rises in your cheeks as you recall the naughty things he did to you in that particular dream. You have so many questions, but your mind struggles to choose which to ask first. Your mouth decides for you.
"What happened at the club? What happened with Cameron? And do my friends know what happened to me?"
"You need not ever worry about Cameron coming near you again. As for your friends, they know that you are safe. I introduced myself to them and told them that I was an old friend and that I would make sure that you got home safely. They both thought that you were just very inebriated and had no idea that Cameron slipped something into your drink. That is your decision on whether or not you decide to tell them."
"What do you mean I don't have to worry about Cameron anymore?" you ask incredulously.
"I told him that if he ever came near you again, I would kill him. Slowly." The hand on the back of your neck cups your cheek. The desire to kiss Azeru is starting to become an itch that you can't reach with burning intensity. "Why won't he kiss me?" you wonder. "If he told me to get down on the floor and bark like a dog in that sexy, smooth voice of his I would. I'd do anything he told me to." Another tear rolls down his cheek and slides down to your lips. You part your mouth and taste his tear. "What is he doing to me?"
"D-do you remember the dream where I painted your beautiful, naked body with chocolate and drew designs on you with my tongue? God...the things I want to do with you now. Do you know how much it killed me inside to watch you with other men? The bitter, raging jealousy that built up in my heart with every kiss you received, kisses that which I longed to place on you myself. Did you know that angels can be jealous?" He laughs nervously. He pulls his face away from yours and sits back. You catch yourself trying to lean towards him and stop yourself. Yes. Yes, you can remember that dream very well and the number of times you came.
"I can't stay much longer. As I said, I already am in trouble as it is. But the desire to stay and break every oath...shatter them like glass...I," he pins you with those blue eyes again, "I love you. My love for you is insatiable. It could never be quenched." He lets go of you and rises, stretching his wings.
"There is a way that I can remain here with you, but it's not a price that I can pay nor a choice I can make. Like I said, even being this close to you is putting me in danger. And yet...," he voice trails off. You cannot take your eyes off him. Suddenly, you realize you do not want him to leave. However crazy this scenario is, whether dream or reality, you do not want Azeru to leave you. The words he spoke to you seem matrimonial, unconditional. Your heart begins to race by the mere thought of him leaving, never to see you again. He seems to read the expression on your face clearly.
"Don't worry, my love. I will still visit you when you close your eyes, when you daydream about me. We'll meet in our secret place, and I'll hold you in my arms and make love to you over and over again until you're satisfied. I-I'm just so thankful that I got to hold you in my arms, actually hold you! To hear and feel your heartbeat." He laughs nervously again. "I apologize as well for not changing your clothes and putting you in something more comfortable. I would not have been able to resist from having my way with you, and I am a gentleman. Believe you me, I wanted to. Dear God..."
He is mewling as he takes a step away from your bed and then another. "How do I make him stay, how do I make him stay!? While I can't remember him fully, I think a bit of my heart will die when he leaves," you muse, mournfully. Your eyes feel like hot marbles as tears of your own now bead your lashes. "Azeru?"
"Yes?"
"T-thank you. Not just for last night, but for the dreams. I can remember some of them. My mind still doesn't accept this whole encounter as real and I'm having a hard time understanding it, but thank you. I-I," your voice shrinks and you look down at your lap. You cannot say it looking at him. "I-I don't want you to leave."
"No, please, don't say that!"
"But it's true! I can't explain it, but I feel-like-I feel safe with you here. It feels like I'm home." You can feel his gaze penetrating you, but you keep your eyes focused on your clenched hands in front of you, squeezing the life out of your comforter. Your knuckles begin turning white. With each passing second, more clarity returns to you. Any sickness left in your system from that drug has vanished. He calls your name in that sexy bedroom voice of his.
"Look at me for a moment longer, please. I want to memorize everything about meeting you in person. I have to! Can I ask you for one thing before I return? Time is growing very short." Azeru watches you intently. "Yes, come here."
You pull back the covers and swing your legs to the side of your bed and stand slowly. Your head is reeling from this situation, the reality of it, and the fact that you know within your very soul that your heart will always belong to this angel. Your angel. Azeru beckons you again with more urgency.
"Please, yes, come here. Let me hold you one last time."
You step into his open arms and embrace him. His wings wrap around you protectively. You sigh into his shoulder and you hear him choke out a sob. Yes, this is exactly where you belong! Wrapped in his arms and wings, amnesia from dreams melts away like frost in the sun. You do remember him, and you won't allow yourself to be parted from your soulmate again.
"You can't leave me!" you blurt out, hiccuping a cry. "I cannot live without my life. I cannot live without my soul," you cry into his shoulder, quoting Catherine and Healthcliff from Wuthering Heights. You hear him curse under his breath, his arms squeezing you tighter. Your protector. "You can't leave if I won't let you go!"
"I wish I could take you with me. I wish more than anything that I could stay. The only way I know of that would allow me to stay is something that I am forbidden to utter. T'would damn both you and me. He rests his chin on the top of your head, rocking you in his arms. "I love you so so much. Don't ever forget that. Whatever darkness you endure, I'll be there. Just whisper my name, and I will be right next to you even though you will not see nor hear me. Please, just don't ever forget me again."
Without hesitation, you cup his face slick with tears in your hands and pull him down towards you. He cries out your name in vain.
"You can't! N-!"
Your mouth meets his, kissing him deeply, the taste of both your tears mingling on your tongue. He moans into your mouth, unable to resist any longer. His tongue dances along yours. Your heart is beating so loudly that you cannot hear your own choked and muffled cries through your kiss. The sound of glass cracking and then shattering however, rouses you both from your reverie. You meet his eyes and look up to see his halo breaking and crumbling in places. He reaches out, catching a shard in his gloved palm.
"What the fuck just happened?" you cry out in bewilderment.
"I-I've fallen; I've fallen for you. I've been cast out. I'm now a rebel angel. My fall was for you, and I don't regret it. I can't watch over you like I could in heaven, but I will never leave your side again. You're stuck with me now, my love. I couldn't tell you that that was the only way to make me stay, because I didn't want to damn you along with myself."
"I'm damned without you! Do you know how many tears I've cried, this brokenness inside my heart that I never could explain..."
Azeru cups your face and kisses you again. His lips whisper against yours, his body trembling. "Yes, I know how many tears. I've numbered them." He loosens his hold on you and cups a breast with his hand, squeezing. "And now," he lowers his face to yours, "I'm going to leave my mark on you. In fact, I'm going to leave my mark all over your entire body. But I don't think you'd say no exactly, would you?" Your nipple hardens into a pebble beneath his hand. You tug away from his touch with a gasp.
"No, no, uh uh. Where do you think you're going? I won't let you go. Never again."
He kisses you again and again each being more aggressive and desperate than the last. You aren't aware that you are moaning into his mouth. That fire kindled in your stomach has become a raging inferno, and moisture begins pooling between your legs. You squeeze your thighs together. Azeru laughs victoriously against your lips.
"What's the matter, precious? You're shaking. Good God, you're trembling at my touch. How much more will you tremble with my cock buried deep inside you? I must apologize, however."
"F-for w-what?" you stammer.
"This."
His hands go to the front of your top and he yanks it apart as if it were made of paper. You cry out in shock and some from the sheer force of your blouse being torn from your skin. You can already see red marks on your shoulders from the shirt pressing into your skin before giving way. You're glad that you wore your sexiest black bra, but you try to cover yourself. Hands clamp down around your wrists and pull your arms away from your body. Azeru pins both of your hands in one of his behind your back, forcing you to arch your breasts forward.
"Mmm, that's better. Why are you acting shy now when I know what a wanton little goddess you are? You're perfect. Beautiful. Don't you dare be embarrassed or ashamed of your body. You were never shy in your dreams." He chuckles against your throat and then seeks out one of your nipples, biting it through the lace of your bra. "I won't rip this off you, though. I want to see you in this again. Oh fuck, I'm rock hard already. Ha, you silly girl, don't you think of the two of us, I have more reason to be shy and embarrassed than you do?"
"Aze-ru," you cry out, your body betraying you. You roll your hips into his and can definitely attest to him being rock hard. More like diamond. "What do you mean?!"
"Well, despite all the dirty, depraved things I've done to you in your dreams, I'm still technically a virgin." You gape at him although his matter of fact is very true. "But don't you worry, love. I know all of your sweet spots. I know exactly where to caress and fondle you. I know exactly how hard and fast you liked to be fucked. By the time I'm done with you tonight, you likely will have an arduous time walking." He pulls his mouth away from your nipple and kisses you tenderly. "Shh, it's okay. Right now, at this moment, I will be gentle with you. We will go at your own pace just so long as you let me worship this sexy body of yours and claim it."
Azeru's lips meet yours again with reckless abandon. He is moaning your name against your mouth in such a way it makes your heart ache. You roll your eyes back, squeezing them tightly shut as his lips trail to your neck. He playfully nips at your neck and then sucks your skin hard which you know will leave a pretty decent mark. You don't care; in fact you want him to do it again. As if reading your mind, he obliges.
"And let's see just how ready you are for me. I probably don't even need to do this but," he whispers in your ear, his gloved hand sliding up under your skin, "I need to be thorough, don't I?" He traces a finger down your slit over your panties, and you know the moisture there is a dead giveaway. "Ahh," he groans in your ear, "you're sopping wet for me and hot enough to burn. Shall I cool that fire you are feeling right now? Ask me to. Beg me to let you ride my fingers."
"Oh my hell, why is he so cruel to me? He already knows the answer to that question! He just wants to make my cheeks flush with embarrassment." you think. Oh fuck! Now, a finger taunts you along the seam of your panties. You aren't sure you can take much more of this. Coming unglued right now is an understatement. "Just go for the gold. Give him what he wants!"
"Az-ze-ru-u," you hate how feeble your voice seems to squeak out, "please, p-please touch me!"
"Adequate for now. I can't blame you for not saying exactly what I want to hear, but given your poor state-I am feeling sorry for you, my love. I will have plenty of time to train you later." Your heart flips with that threat and promise of more sweet pleasure to come.
Your panties are pulled to the side and a finger traces your slit before pressing gently into your clit. You don't even want to think of what kind of state your panties are in right now. But, that thought doesn't stay for long in your mind. Rhythmically, Azeru traces small circles over your sweet spot, your body lurching against his. You hear his rolling, melodic laugh and imagine the expression of triumph on his face. You can't open your eyes. You are so self conscious right now that you feel like you could disappoint him at any time if you make eye contact. His finger slows and then stops. He calls your name, holding you tightly with his other arm around your waist.
"Love, look at me. Please." Reluctantly, you blink your eyes open to slits and see the sincerity and concern on his face. "Breathe for me, okay? I might not have done this to you in person, but you are no less beautiful to me now as you were in dreams. Honestly, you are even more beautiful to me in person. You cannot disappoint me, I promise you that. I feel that twinge of self consciousness, too, but I know that all you see in your eyes is love. That's good enough for me." He kisses you sweetly, calming your nerves.
"Mmm, that's better. I want you to enjoy this, okay? Everything's fine. You're fine. So, let yourself go and breathe into me. Yes, that's it!" He sighs deeply, closing his own blue eyes for a moment before looking back at you, keeping your gaze fixed. He cunningly thrusts two fingers up into your tight pussy without warning. "Oh my God, yes! THAT'S what I want to see! You losing yourself to pleasure just like that. Put your arms around my neck and hold onto me." He chuckles as you tighten around his fingers.
He toys with your pussy, drawing out with each whimper you make. Your eyes slam shut again; you just can't help it this time, but you don't feel as ashamed while he tauntingly thrusts his thick fingers into your wet heat. His black glove feels like the smoothest silk inside you, churning your insides. His thumb seeks out your clit, adding pressure. You don't notice that you're starting to stand on your toes. This is too much! This is getting way, way out of control! You bite your tongue as you feel yourself drawing closer and closer to the edge of a cliff that you've yearned to blindly jump off of.
"So sexy," he whispers against your lips, parting them with his tongue. His tongue seems to match pace with his fingers for a moment before he pulls away, gasping. "You greedy girl! This isn't enough for you, is it? You're fighting me, aren't you? You want to fall over the edge of that precipice, yet you're afraid to. Here," he sighs into your ear, "I'll make it easier for you."
"Oh fuck!" you curse through clenched teeth. He curls his two fingers inside you adding pressure directly on your G-spot. You writhe and squirm uncontrollably as he fucks you harder and faster with his fingers, his thumb rubbing back and forth over your clit. You don't even need to say where you're headed.
"Yes, that's it! Come for me. Be good and come for me!" He soul kisses you, moaning into your mouth. "Yes, come for me. Come, come, come! Yes, squirt all over my hand!"
Your body complies earnestly. You don't just squirt, either, but more like cover his entire hand and sleeve with your hot girl juices. Flames engrosses your cheeks and you turn your head to the side, mortified. You shake and tremble against him as you ride out the ripples from your climax. "God, I don't want to see the mess I made on the floor and his pristine white suit! Please, no!" you think. You let out another muffled moan as you can feel wetness dripping down your legs. Azeru sniggers.
"Now, that was the sexiest thing that I've ever had the pleasure of witnessing. You twisting on my fingers, squeezing them. Good God! So sexy. Good girl." He withdraws his fingers from inside you, massaging your clit once more making you jump. You hear him smack his lips together and open your eyes. You watch him bring his fingers to his mouth, tasting you. "Oh, don't worry, love. I fully intend on dining from you later, but for now, I can't wait any longer. That was quite the...display you put on for me."
"Mmhmm?" you mutter hazily. You are delicately laid back onto your bed while you wait for the room to stop spinning. The rustle of fabric reaches your ears as Azeru nudges your legs apart. His hands are back on your breasts, massaging them through your lace bra. He lets go and hikes your skirt up, not bothering to take it off or your panties. "Oh fuck!" you think. "You know the sex is good if you don't even bother removing all of your clothes." You wonder what the hell you are even talking about, because no man has ever made you orgasm like that in your life.
Azeru must have lowered his pants at some point, because you can feel his hard length nudging against your slick folds, your panties pulled to the side. Apparently, he didn't feel the need to take off his clothes, either. The tip of his cock bathes your slit in precum, and you shudder as he teases your slit for another moment. You open your eyes and are met with the most sincere and direct gaze. You freeze.
"Yes, look at me. I want to watch your face as I make love to you."
You both cry out in unison as he sheathes his entire length balls deep into your drenched cunt. Your nails instantly dig into your sheets for purchase as he pulls back slowly once then twice and then continuous. You whimper, your hips meeting each of his thrusts.
"God damn! So tight! Ugh!" he groans in that throaty, seductive voice of his. He leans over you, yanking down your bra from your right shoulder, sucking at your nipple. You hear and feel the delicate lace of that bra buckle and then shred. Ah well, c'est la vie! You cradle his head in your hands, running your fingers through his silken, dark locks. Azeru shifts slightly and angles a thrust against your G-spot. You fist his ponytail in your hand and pull. "Hey, gentle, my love. I'm the only one," he moans hard, "allowed to pull hair. Oh, fuck! You feel more amazing than I could have possibly imagined. Come here!"
Still sheathed inside your pussy, he pulls you up so that you are sitting in his lap. He wraps your legs around his waist and thrusts back into you. You arch your back, crying out his name. "Mmm, I truly am sorry, I don't think I will last much longer. You are so tight. Your pussy is practically milking my cock like it is desperate to be bathed in my cum. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Touch yourself. Yes, right now. I want to watch you touch yourself while I fuck you!"
You shimmy your right hand down between your bodies, seeking out your clit that is throbbing at a steady pace. You squirm against him and tremble feeling another bubble of bliss form quickly. You wrap your left arm around his neck and pull him down so that your foreheads are touching again. You can feel his sweet breath tickling your lips for a moment before he captures your lips in a passionate kiss. He sucks at your bottom lip.
"Do you know how much I love you? There is nothing you could do that would ever stop me from loving you. I mean to love you, and I will. I'm glad that you found the loophole to get me cast out. If I'm damned, then this sweet pleasure and bliss is worth the price. G-g-God! You're squeezing me so hard, love! You can feel yourself getting closer, can't you? You're going to be a very good girl for me and come hard on my cock. Come for me, yes, yes! Come!"
His fingers dig into your hips as your wet heat convulses around his hard length. You lean to the side slightly to bite his shoulder to keep from screaming out and letting all your neighbors know about the fallen angel in your bedroom. Too late, you guess. Euphoria rushes through your veins and you quiver against him.
"Aah, you're squirting again. Making such a mess. God, don't stop! I'm going to come. I'm gunna come...coming! Coming!"
He kisses you, crying out your name against your lips. Your name never sounded so sweet or so seductively beautiful. His cock twitches and throbs inside your pussy, filling you with his hot cum. You breathlessly whisper his name, still with your arm around his neck. More sensual kisses caressing your lips, each more tender than the last. Still buried inside you, he adjusts his grip on you and once again envelopes you within his snow white wings.
"I love you, I love you, I love you," he purrs into your ear. "You are the most precious soul that I've ever met, and I wouldn't have things any other way. I won't be able to protect you the same as I would have been able to if you hadn't kissed me, but still...this. You. So, this is what heaven truly feels like!" You join your other arm around his neck and hold him tight against you as if he might drift away. Azeru seems to read your concern.
"Shh, shh, it's okay. I'm not going anywhere, my love. I am never going to leave your side again. No waking dream will take me from you." He sighs, resting his forehead against your shoulder. "Betrayed by a kiss...," he trails off.
"Hmm?"
Azeru smiles at you and tugs you down so that you are lying next to him on the bed, still wrapped in his embrace. "Nothing, really. Just that, well, it's amusing, that's all. Judas betrayed Christ with a kiss." Gingerly, he places one on your forehead.
"You can't ever go back?! I'm sorry! What have I-," you nearly sob.
"I told you, don't worry about it. I'm not sorry now that it has happened. I knew spending time with you was precarious, but I had no idea the impact it could have. I've fallen in love with you even more, beautiful." He takes your hand, holding it in his. You're still partially clothed, but the only thing you can focus on are his lapis lazuli colored eyes. His voice sends tiny shivers down your spine and into your heart. You lay your head on his chest, his heartbeat lulling you nearly to sleep. He groans loudly, shifting against you.
"I'm already starting to get hard again. What are you doing to me, you naughty girl?" You blink your eyes open, your mouth ajar.
"Me?! I did nothing here! Well, I guess I mean that I didn't do anything just now. Oh, Azeru, what are you?! Give me back my skirt!" Your panties follow your skirt with a whisper. He then unclasps your bra leaving you completely exposed to him. You instinctively cover your breasts with your arms.
"Oh, you're guilty of plenty. Remember, I know what ticks inside that devious mind of yours. You're just as lewd as I am. Your innocent act, however, is cute. I'll grant you that." Azeru steps off the side of the bed, wrapping his wings around himself. You hear the susurration of clothes and metal for a second before he opens his wings back up. You bite your lip to keep from making a sound.
"Neat trick, right? It's a shame that I can only do it to myself and not you. No, don't avert your eyes. Look at me, look at all of me. Especially, look to see just how much you turn me on." No man has any business looking that good at all!
"And now," he says, nudging your legs apart with his hands once again, "I'll enjoy you for a second time." You whimper as he thrusts his cock back inside you, the wet squelching sound making you squeal, mortified. You hold a hand up to his chest.
"Azeru, I really don't think-I don't think I can handle this again. I'm still reeling. My-my body is still shaking!" He thrusts into you again, harder this time, and your hips roll to meet his. He moans loudly and then chortles.
"Oh, I know your body hasn't stopped shaking. I'm," he rocks his hips back and into yours, the tip of his cock grating on your G-spot again, "well aware. But, you're going to take it again. You won't believe all the things that I can make your body do." He groans through clenched teeth, closing his eyes. "We have a lot of lost time to make up for, don't we?" he pants.
You are panting as well and cry out in surprise when he hikes your left leg up over his right shoulder. You're thankful that you are a bit flexible, but realize quickly why he did that. If he wasn't fucking you deep enough before, he certain is now! You fist the sheets again, your eyes closed so tightly that you are seeing stars.
"Yeah, that's right," he moans. "I wanted to bury my hard cock deeper inside you. God, you're so tight! But you're going to take every last drop of my cum inside you. You're mine," he grunts. "Mmm, good girl. Touch yourself again. Show me how naughty you can be. Play with your pretty pussy for me!"
You didn't realize that your right hand had made it's way back to your clit applying more ministrations. Beads of sweat gather and make your skin flushed and glowing. The orgasm rushing to meet you has you arching your back, and Azeru's cock practically grinding against your G-spot. Soreness tomorrow is a guarantee. Your legs start quivering.
"Nnn-m' gunna come! Gunna come! Oh fuck, Azeru!" you choke out, your chest heaving for air.
"Oh my God! Fuck yes! Fuck, fuck, fuck! You squirted up all over my chest. So fucking sexy! The way you are clamping down on my shaft...oh fuck yes! Coming, too. Coming, coming, coming!"
Warmth floods your pussy as he spurts his seed inside you. Your toes curl in an after shock, your body trembling. He falls to the bed, rolling you to his side. Wrapping his arms around your body, he ruts his hips into you a final time, groaning. His eyes are glazed over, sheer felicity on his face. He takes your left hand and kisses your fingertips delicately.
"You'll never abandon me, will you?" he asks, softly.
"What? How could you think that I would ever," you sigh dreamily, "do something like that?"
"Because you're not the only one who can feel insecure at times, you know? I can't think about the times when you would date. Even watching Cameron trying to dance with you, I was seething with jealously. Please, just don't ever leave me." He gazes into your eyes, cupping your cheek. You lean in and kiss him, trying to assuage his fears.
"Never," you state simply and kiss him again. You kiss his nose, and he closes his eyes with a happy, contented sigh. You place delicate kisses on each of his closed eyes. "There might be a minor problem, though."
He groans, looking at you. Vexed. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," you giggle, "I will have a hard time introducing you to my neighbors. I'm sure my whole apartment complex knows your name very well by now from how loud I was shouting it. It might be a little...awkward."
"Haha, I love you. So damned much." He runs his tongue across your lips before parting them, kissing you deeply. You sigh happily into his mouth, the sound of his heartbeat once again reaching your ears. It's a lovely lullaby. He interlocks your fingers and squeezes your hand tightly so that you focus your gaze back on him.
"Mine...or nobody's," he whispers to the room.
Author's note: Hope you all enjoyed! If you don't know who Azeru The Fallen Angel is, I highly suggest you check him out on youtube. You, ah, won't be disappointed, lol. Thank you for reading!