~ Their Deep Waters ~
⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️NSFW, Not for Minors!⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️
🔪Azusa & Rose🌹
•This is a Commission Fan Fiction written by @afi-mukami All credit goes to her. I couldn’t bring myself to write my own NSFW for Azusa & Rose because I got too shy with myself. 😅 But I’m glad she was willing to do this for me. 🥰 Follow her amazing Oc account @yuriko-tsukino-rp and if you want to read her story with her Diaboy Ship (Ruki Mukami) go Here. Also if you want commissions you can send her a DM on either of her blog accounts.
Note: This is not Azu & Rose's first time getting intimate together. They already have gotten intimate before this scene and he has seen already every inch of her body. The reason Christine covers herself is because sometimes she gets shy and insecure with her body. But precious boy always makes her feel comfortable and gives her many compliments and her insecurities goes away really fast.
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Tiny droplets of water meet the tile floor of the bathroom which is filled with whirling steam. It is almost like the time itself is staying still in the moments like this. There is no hurry, only soothing warmth lingering in the misty air.
Rose reaches for the shower to turn the water off while her long blond curls glue to her back and shoulders, now heavy with dampness. Her hand stops in the middle way as she hears the door opening and bare feet tapping the tiles.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
At a quiet pace.
Turning around, Rose gazes at the door even though she already knows who it is. Of course, she does, for no one else would be allowed here in her private space. Dark hair with greenish touch almost covers Azusa’s face as his intense eyes catch her deep brown eyes of the soul.
This isn’t a coincidence. Rose can tell.
Azusa has no clothes, yet the bandages still snake around his arms and neck, covering the wounds that never truly disappear. This side of him was something not to be expected, yet Rose has learned how to live with it. No, not only live with it. She has accepted her beloved as he is, cherishing him in the way he deserves. In return, he is giving her something that is more precious than any other treasure in this world; his very being.
“Rose…?” Soft voice that doesn’t echo in the room. As Azusa smiles, the steam in the shower room heats up even more, giving soothing warmth an intriguing edge. Curling lips have the power to make Rose’s cheeks feverish, and she hastily rises her arms, covering her breasts and private parts. A tickling sensation runs over her skin for the peering eyes don’t leave her even for a second.
Azusa steps closer, under the water, his fingers wrapping around Rose’s wrists. He pulls her hands gently and carefully, not wanting to hurt her right now. “Let me see… you, Rose… Your body is… beautiful… every inch of you is…”
Heat washes over Rose, her face blazing until the burning finally reaches the tip of her ears. This flaring isn’t unfamiliar, yet not unpleasant either.
“Why are you here, Azu?” Rose’s voice echoes slightly, bouncing back to her ears.
“Rose… you were taking so long…” Azusa sighs. “I felt… lonely… so I came to… join you.”
“But I was just about to leave…” Rose moves her foot, intending to step out. But while Azusa might speak slowly, he is fast when needed. With ease he grabs her, pinning her against the wall.
A sudden coldness. On Rose’s backside. Heated skin meeting coolish hardness. As she catches Azusa’s eyes again, they drag her into well-known waters of fondness, raising tiny waves deep within her.
Swoosh. The water falls over them both.
Silence.
Azusa’s gaze bores into Rose’s just before he lifts his hands and cups her cheeks, leaning closer.
Closer.
Closer.
Until his lips almost touch hers. She slides her fingertips over his cheekbones, reaching for his already soaked hair and lacing her fingers with it.
“Azu…” Rose’s lips vibrate against Azusa’s.
Too much. Waiting is impossible.
Azusa pulls Rose into a smooch, the tips of his fangs grazing over her bottom lip as she surrenders to his embrace. His mouth is soft and wet on hers as he deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers while their bodies press each other and her back on the slippery wall.
Moans mixing with tender sucking, Rose gasps into Azusa’s mouth just before trapping his bottom lip with hers, gently tormenting it with her teeth.
With just the right amount, pain is a torturous pleasure
and pleasure is candied pain.
Roses have thorns like vampires have their fangs.
Slowly, Azusa’s mouth travels down Rose’s chin and to her neck where he stops, inhaling her scent that has intoxicated him since their first meeting. She is his rose after all. The combination of the elixir of life that bumps in her veins and the flowery fragrance fills his senses in a way that is unimaginable for a human mind. Still, she doesn’t need to be able to form mental images of it since Azusa is more than willing to show how it makes him feel.
And what it makes him yearn…
Tongue wandering along the column of Rose’s neck, Azusa searches for a spot he has yet to mark as his own.
A moment later…
…the white pain.
It strikes Rose as Azusa’s fangs reach the vein, thrusting into her skin and breaking it. Her blood courses through the puncture marks, dancing onto his tongue and in his mouth while she cries out, grabbing his shoulders and digging her nails into his skin.
“So… very sweet. I can’t… get enough of… it, Rose…” Azusa’s moan radiates on her neck as he focuses on sucking her sanguine liquid of life. She pulls him as if trying to drive his fangs deeper, and he wraps his arms around her, embracing her. “I wish… to be the only one… to give you this… sweet pain…” Lapping up the drops that run out, Azusa’s sighs of pleasure mix with her own as she can’t hold back her voice anymore. This pain is indeed a pleasure she is ready to indulge in.
Giving rein to the pain.
The pleasure.
Like there was nothing else.
Leaving the blood slide along Rose’s neck to her chest, Azusa stops to glance at her as she pants, heat coursing on her face. His tongue follows the trail of crimson, slowly reaching her breasts. Cupping one, he kisses the other.
“Soft… I want to… suck more…” Azusa’s mouth closed over one of the sensitive creamy almond-shade tips of Rose’s mounds, caressing it with his lips before sucking it between his teeth as if her breast was a ripe, succulent fruit for him to relish. She can’t help but thrust her chest a bit closer as feverish feeling courses through her veins, making her sink deeper into the ocean of sacred satisfactions.
Azusa cups the underside of Rose’s sweet mounds, continuing to tease them with his kisses and soft sucking, licking over the buds again and again, until they are hard and throbbing under his touch. And yet he is nuzzling Rose’s chest, crazing it with the tips of his fangs as his fingers curled over one, squeezing it gently at first, then a bit rougher.
“Your scent… It’s luring me in… such a sweet and delicious scent… of roses.” Azusa traces the curve of Rose’s breast with the tip of his nose until he reaches the valley between both, smooching it eagerly. His lips travel south and shower her belly with tiny kisses repeatedly. As he lowers himself in front of her, he gazes up as if asking for permission. As her chest heaves Rose nods and almost hits the back of her to the tile wall when the lips of passion met the throbbing heat between her legs.
“You are… perfect, Rose…” Azusa lifts one of Rose’s legs over his shoulder, pressing her against the wall while his tongue glides along her almost embarrassingly damp folds. His hands trace her hips, fingers clenching on the soft flesh when he finds her pulsing pearl.
Licking, sucking.
Rose’s thigh trembles against Azusa’s cheek; the hot spring in her boiling.
Stroking, lapping, petting.
She writhes against his mouth.
Arching, aching.
For him and for him only.
Rose’s sensitive nub is crying from each sweep, and she can’t help but hump into Azusa as he keeps eating her out and drinking deep from her rosy well of pleasure. And the final bold swipe of his tongue sends her spinning into the arms of ecstasy, her digits entwining with his hair as her whines rebound in the moist and misty air of the shower room.
“You look so… beautiful now, Rose… Did you enjoy… that? …I did…”
Nodding and panting, Rose leans against the wall; her fingers still curled with Azusa’s strands until he gently removes them from there, letting her leg slip back on the floor. Kissing her thighs, he leaves tiny bites here and there without breaking her skin. And soon, he is back on his feet again, nudging against her with heaving breath.
A smile swaying on her lips, Rose leans in, sliding her mouth along Azusa’s cheek and reaching for his neck. She bypasses the bandage, kissing his skin right below it. The marble-like skin. She is sucking it before she even realizes it, giving love bites here and there, marking him as he has marked her, for they belong to each other.
Marks. Here and there.
Signs of love. Small bites, not breaking the skin.
She is his as he is hers.
And that should be written all over their bodies.
“My rose is… eager…” Azusa’s moans reach Rose’s ears, making her sigh in between sucking. “Let me… have you…” He presses his hips against hers, rubbing his length on her belly while a moist reminder of his wishes leaves a sticky spot on her skin. Even though the water pouring over them washes the traces off soon enough, the river of craving is already overflowing deep within Rose. As she straightens up, Azusa immediately pushes her back against the wall, grabbing the backsides of her thighs and lifting her, his slightly jerking hardness gliding toward her pearly gates.
For a moment,
nothing moves
but the swooshing water around the couple.
Gazes lock into each other,
the world ceases to exist.
“Azu…”
“Rose…”
Nothing but whispered words, entangling each other as Azusa coats his member with Rose’s liquid of love and lust. He teases her entrance as if wanting to release the flood, making her body arch from anticipation.
Finally,
pressing into her,
he forces her walls
to stretch
and tighten
repeatedly with his gentle intrusion.
Groans and moans fill Rose’s ears as Azusa keeps bouncing in her at a steady pace. Fingers clench around her thighs, holding her still as he thrusts, thrusts, thrusts. Lost in pounding, Rose sinks her digits into Azusa’s back, her nails leaving red trails with each push.
Trailways of lust.
Paths of pleasure.
Rose meets Azusa’s driving rhythm beat to beat as he starts to move faster, his hardness filling her. Everything but her need is stripping away, nothing else matters at the moment but Azusa holding her and shoving his shaft into her deep dampness. Melting around him, she gives in to the waves turning into tides, sailing to the sea of yearning and bliss.
“You’re moaning… do you like it?”
Hips bucking, length jerking, Azusa keeps plundering into Rose. Her inner walls ripple against him, quaking and trembling as the tension builds up more and more. Her hips meeting his strokes eagerly, fueled by her own passion, she locks her legs around him and holds him captive to her craving. Each shove is deep and possessive, telling her to whom she belongs.
“Are you feeling… good, Rose? I am… haa…”
As Azusa keeps going Rose is hauled further and further in the storming sea of gratification. Her body vibrates in response to every single waving buck of hips, her toes curling, back arching as the whirlpool of pleasure catches her and all of her cells awash with overlapping tidal waves of contentment and satisfaction. Her heart pounds and her muscles quiver while the Milky Way sparkles over her ocean as she cums in cascading waves.
But the sea is wide as Azusa keeps sailing with Rose. Pressing her tight against the wall, he groans her name into her ear with each shove, increasing his pace.
Until.
He stops.
The seeds of love shots into the depths of the hidden well at the exact instant as his fangs sink through the column of Rose’s neck. Her life guttering into him like his flows into her. And for a moment they are one.
“Rose… I wish you… knew… how much… I love you.”
Rose smiles, panting as Azusa lets her feet land on the floor. “I do know, Azusa.” Cupping his cheeks, she gazes at him. Her bosom heaves at the pace of her still heavy breathing. “I love you so much too.”
No words are needed as Azusa kisses her again, carrying her into another realm with his lips.
The realm that belongs only to them.
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