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You were close friends with Azure, closer than most people ever managed to be. He was talkative by nature, always laughing, always teasing, his words light and warm like sunlight filtering through leaves. Flirty, sweet, effortlessly charming. You had to admit it, even if you never said it out loud. Sometimes you wondered if, had he not been tangled up in that cult of his, he would already have people lining up just to catch his attention. He had that kind of presence.
And of course, being his close friend meant you were often the target of his attention.
He flirted constantly. But honestly, calling it flirting felt like an understatement. It was in the way he leaned closer when he spoke, or how he’d gently lift your chin with two fingers after rambling about his flowers, his touch lingering just a second longer than necessary. Sometimes it happened when he finished watering the garden, droplets still clinging to his sleeves, his hands smelling faintly of earth and crushed leaves.
You were flattered, how could you not be? Azure was handsome in a soft, almost unreal way. Charming without trying, sweet without meaning to be. Being noticed by him felt like a dream you were afraid to wake up from. Still, you never showed it. While others openly swooned and gushed about how wonderful Azure was, you stayed quiet. If anything, you felt embarrassed by how much his attention affected you, so you kept it carefully hidden behind silence and small smiles.
That evening, you were standing at the edge of his garden, watching him work. The air was cool, the sky darkening into deep blues and purples as night approached. Azure moved carefully between the flowerbeds, watering can in hand, making sure each plant received just enough water. He treated them gently, as if they were listening. The leaves shimmered under the soft glow of lantern light, and the garden smelled fresh—like damp soil, blooming petals, and something faintly sweet.
The nightshades were especially striking, their dark blossoms catching the light in a way that made them look almost velvety. Azure knelt beside them, adjusting their stems, checking the soil around their roots, murmuring softly about how well they were growing.
You cleared your throat.
He turned around immediately. The small, absent smile on his face widened the moment he saw you, like your presence alone brightened something inside him. It was always like that—you never failed to make his day better.
“Ah,” he said warmly, straightening up. “I was hoping you’d appear. Two Time was just here, but Amarah asked them to come over for something.”
Before you could respond, he reached for your hand, his fingers curling around yours with an easy familiarity. He pulled you closer, guiding you toward the nightshades as if he couldn’t wait to share them with you.
“Look at them,” he said, his voice softer now. “Aren’t they gorgeous? Strong, too. They thrive best when you give them patience instead of force.”
Then he glanced at you, his smile turning playful.
“Gorgeous,” he added quietly, “just like you.”
He laughed softly and ruffled your hair, his touch gentle and affectionate, never rough. His fingers lingered for a moment, brushing against your temple, warm and reassuring. Standing there beside him, surrounded by flowers blooming under the night sky, it felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of you. and the unspoken feelings growing quietly between the roots and petals of his garden.
Azure looked at you for a moment longer than necessary—his gaze lingering, unreadable—before it drifted back to the nightshades. The lantern light caught the edge of his expression, and for just a second, it seemed like he was hesitating, as though there was something on his mind he couldn’t quite bring himself to say. His fingers brushed over one of the dark petals, careful and slow.
Then, as if deciding against whatever thought had crossed his mind, he straightened and continued talking.
He told you about tulips first—how they leaned toward the light during the day, how their colors grew richer when they were planted close together. He spoke about nightshades next, mentioning how resilient they were despite their delicate appearance, how they bloomed best when left undisturbed. His voice was calm and familiar, the same tone he always used when speaking about his garden, like every flower was a small secret he trusted you with.
You listened quietly, watching the way his hands moved as he spoke—gentle, practiced, steady.
Then you noticed him pause.
Azure reached toward a nearby bush and carefully cut a single red rose from its stem. He brushed off a stray drop of water from the petals, inspecting it as if making sure it was perfect. Without saying anything at first, he held it out to you.
“For you,” he said simply.
You smiled as you accepted it. The rose was warm from his hands, its scent soft but unmistakable. Azure was always like this—kind in quiet ways, thoughtful without expecting anything in return. Sometimes it felt like he apologized to the world even when the world was the one that hurt him.
You turned slightly, glancing around the garden again, taking in the flowers glowing under the lanterns, the leaves rustling gently in the night breeze.
That was when you felt it.
Azure stepped closer and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, slow enough that you could have moved away if you wanted to—but you didn’t. His hold was gentle, secure, as if it came naturally to him. Before you could say anything, he leaned in, pressing small, soft pecks along your neck, careful and unhurried.
Your breath caught.
Your thoughts raced.. was he joking? Teasing you the way he always did? Azure had never gone this far before. This was new. Unexpected. And yet… it felt right. Warm. Comforting. You hated how much you liked it.
Azure let out a quiet murmur, almost absentminded, clearly enjoying the moment just as much as you were.
“Soft…” he whispered. “You are soft… you know that?”
His arms tightened just slightly, not possessive, just reassuring. The garden around you felt quieter somehow, like the flowers themselves were giving you space, and for the first time, you wondered if maybe Azure’s hesitation earlier hadn’t been about the flowers at all.
The kissing became more intense. He began carefully removing your underwear.
As he did so, your eyes grew wide. Was he truly acting in this way? Was it ur lucky day?
When he removed your panties, he became a little combative. He was needy and desperate. It escalated really fast.
He kissed you while shoving a finger up your cunt, causing you to whimper and moan. Were you guys seriously doing it outside?
Your legs started to shake, and you weren't sure if you should stop or keep going, but Azure wasn't going to give up. His finger clamped down. ensuring that you were wet.
"A little birdie told me talkative girls make the prettiest noises... let's put that to the test," Azure grinned as he heard your groans.
He unbuckled his belt as he spoke. He quickly shoved his cock inside of you.
Oh God, It seemed as though he would rip your stomach open. You were certain that you wouldn't survive his dick. It was enormous and hit all the good spots.
You moaned and whimpered, You begged azure to explain why he is doing this.
'' Gorgeous. Make more noise. it sounds like music to me.''
You were so close to cumming.
Azure put a strong arm over your neck and said, "Good girl. You seem to know what you're doing. ''
God, you fucking loved it, even though he made fun of it. You wanted him to praise you and choke you.
More pounding... More, more, more-
Something swiftly and damply entered your body.
"Ah- Spawn!"
Azure definitely didn't regret spilling his sperm inside of you, if at all. He would have flexed it on Two Time.
"I suppose that little birdie was correct."
He grinned.