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The Best Thing That’s Ever Been Mine
Pairing: CEO Azriel x Coworker Reader
Summary: Azriel and Reader have been dating for a while, effectively keeping it a secret at work, despite their frequent make-out sessions. When a different coworker asks Reader out, Azriel gets very, very jealous.
Based on this request! 🩷
Warnings: Az gets a little possessive, some very brief smutty moments
Word Count: 3.7k
Anne, the secretary, called your name, poking her head into your office. “The boss wants to see you.”
“Thank you,” you smiled faintly at her, smoothing down your skirt under your desk, schooling your face into a neutral mask even as heat rushed through your body.
Tapping your foot, you waited impatiently in the empty elevator, going to the top level where you made your way to the CEO’S office.
You knocked on the door and he glanced up at you briefly before his eyes landed back on the stack of papers on his desk. “Come in,” he said.
Once you stepped over the threshold, his eyes darkened as they met yours again. “Close the door,” he said gruffly, authority dripping from every part of him.
Slowly, you closed the door behind you.
Eyes locked on yours, he stood up, rolling up his shirtsleeves as he stalked toward you, revealing his muscled forearms.
He stopped when he was toe to toe with you, his body towering over yours. He reached behind you and locked the door.
In the next moment, his hands were on your face and he was kissing you deeply, his tongue sliding into your mouth as you clung to him.
His lips trailed down your neck and you moaned softly, unable to hold it in. He covered your mouth with his hand, smirking into your skin. “If you can't stay quiet, I'll have to send you back to your desk.”
You nipped at his hand with your teeth and he laughed quietly, spinning you around and backing you up toward his desk, his mouth back on yours.
When your ass collided with his massive wooden desk, he lifted you up and sat you on top of it, spreading your legs wide and stepping between them, all without breaking the kiss.
His hand ran up from your calf to your thigh, under your skirt.
“Az,” you warned, breathlessly.
“Hmm,” he hummed, his hand pausing its ascent, his thumb drawing soothing circles on your skin.
A knock on the door made you both freeze. He sighed into your neck in frustration before silently, expertly helping you to your feet, smoothing your clothes, your hair.
By the time Azriel casually said, “Come in,” you were seated on opposite sides of his desk, looking for all the world like two coworkers who were having a professional meeting.
Azriel nodded to you politely as the intruder entered his office: your cue to leave.
You stopped in the bathroom before returning to your desk, dabbing cool water on your face, on the back of your neck.
A year ago, when you had started working here, you remembered meeting your CEO and thinking that he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. You had spent months daydreaming about him, longing for him to notice you, for him to linger by your desk or look at you during a meeting.
Then one day, it happened. At the end of the day, you were getting on the elevator on your way out and he was in it. Alone.
You stood side by side, your heart pounding. Standing so close to him, the realization hit you how massive his body was compared to yours, and you couldn’t help but glance at him as you made the descent down to ground level.
He cleared his throat, and your eyes whipped to him. “You look nice today,” he said.
Immediately, you felt heat rush to your cheeks. “Thank you,” you said, feeling breathless.
When the side of his mouth turned up into a half smile, you simultaneously realized that you had never seen him smile before, and you would do just about anything to make him do it again.
His eyes bore into yours, alight with an emotion that you couldn’t quite place.
Quietly, he said your name, taking a step closer to you.
Azriel must have seen the lust written all over your face because he jabbed the hold elevator button with his thumb, not taking his eyes from yours as the elevator lurched to a halt.
Another moment later and you were being pushed against the wall, his hands on your neck, in your hair, his lips devouring yours.
“Is this okay?” he said against your lips, and you could only moan, could only wrap your arms tighter around him.
That night, you ended up at his massive penthouse, tangled up in his sheets.
You had been together ever since.
It was thrilling, if you were honest with yourself. Azriel had thought that it would be best to keep your relationship a secret at work. You had readily agreed, not wanting to deal with the potential backlash of people finding out you were sleeping with the boss.
The first time the two of you made out at work after the elevator had been a bit of an accident. You really did need to go to his office to talk to him about something. It was confidential, so you had closed his door behind you.
…And as soon as the business was over, the pleasure started. He had smirked at you, pulled you into his lap, and kissed you senseless.
After that, it became difficult to avoid. Any time the two of you found yourselves alone together, one of you was pulling the other into a kiss.
The fact that you had never been caught only spurred you on further. You did admit that sometimes it got a little reckless.
But that was all part of the fun.
Unfortunately, you didn't see Azriel for the rest of the day, though you did get a lot of work done because of it.
That evening, you were peering into your near empty refrigerator with a frown, when you got a text.
Azriel: Come over.
You rolled your eyes, smiling.
You: What's the magic word?
Azriel: Pretty please come over.
You: Much better. 😘
Azriel: So you're coming?
You: I haven't eaten yet…
Azriel: I'll order whatever you want.
You: !!! I'm leaving now.
Mere moments after you knocked on Azriel's front door, he had you pinned against the wall with his body, his length prominent against your ass, his lips on your neck.
“Bitter about how things ended at work, huh?” You asked as his hand traveled up your bare thigh.
He growled into your skin. “You've been on my mind all day.”
“Oh yeah? What have you been thinking about doing?” You teased, pressing your ass further against him.
Immediately he flipped your dress up and pulled your panties down. You dug your fingernails into the wall as he unbuckled his belt.
You moaned, leaning your head back as he entered you in one fluid movement.
His hips slapped against you over and over again as he moved in quick, deep thrusts. You were both so riled up that it didn't take long for you to finish.
Once you were cleaned up and your clothes were back in place, he kissed you gently before taking your hand and leading you to his massive, unbelievably expensive kitchen that he never used.
Spread on the counter were take out bags from three of your favorite restaurants.
You looked at him pointedly and he shrugged, smiling faintly. “I didn't know what you wanted, so I got your top three.”
Laughing, you stood up on your tiptoes to kiss him again before getting two plates from the cabinet and opening one of the bags. “You could've just waited to order until I got here,” you said, handing him a plate.
“I couldn't let you go hungry after I ravished you,” he smirked.
You carried your plate to the table, and he sat across from you, falling into companionable silence as you ate.
After dinner, you retired to his bedroom. He had an entire closet of clothes for you there that he had slowly built up after you started dating. You tried to resist at first, but you had to admit it was convenient.
You changed into pajamas and cuddled with him as the two of you fought over the remote.
“Sweetheart, we watched your show last time,” he said, one hand on your chest to hold you back while he raised the other far above his head, changing the show you had put on to a documentary.
You groaned, flopping back against the massive mattress dramatically. “Az, you pick the most boring shows in the world. Can't you pick an interesting documentary about murder or something?”
He raised an eyebrow at you and you seized your opportunity, pouncing on him and wrestling the remote from his hand.
You rolled to the opposite side of the bed, cradling the remote in your hands and giggling while you changed it back to your favorite reality TV show.
Azriel let out a resigned sigh as he pulled your body back into his. “Alright, fine. You win.”
Grinning, you kissed him and settled into his embrace for the rest of the night.
The next morning, you woke up with Azriel's absurdly early alarm and swore.
“Hmm?” He asked sleepily, kissing you before he even opened his eyes.
“I didn't mean to sleep over on a weekday.”
“Why does it matter?” He mumbled into your skin.
“People can't see us showing up at work together.”
“I can call a car for you,” he said. “Or we can risk it and try to be sneaky,” he smiled, kissing a line down your neck.
“Don't you think we've been risking it enough?” You asked.
Azriel settled back against the pillows again. “I don't know. With you I feel pretty invincible,” he smirked.
You rolled your eyes and he laughed. “It's up to you,” he said, kissing you one more time before padding to the adjacent bathroom.
You followed him, stopping in front of your side of the double sinks, pulling out your toothbrush in tandem with him. He faced you as you both brushed your teeth, gently brushing stray hair out of your face. You shook your head, smiling lightly, though you did love this side of him, the one that could make any menial task feel romantic.
He kissed your temple after you had both brushed your teeth, and you took out the makeup and hair products from the drawer he had set aside for you as he stepped into the shower.
By the time Azriel was out of the shower, you were still finishing up your makeup. He stood behind you, smiling softly, watching your reflection as he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on the top of your head, a fluffy towel wrapped around his waist. Even after all this time, he still gave you butterflies, still set your body on fire when he touched you.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said softly.
You couldn’t help but smile. “You’re unbelievably hot,” you said, your voice teasing but your eyes alight.
He barked out a laugh before kissing the top of your head and sauntering back into his bedroom. “Good to know you still think so.”
Shortly after, your makeup was done and your hair looked presentable, and you joined him in the bedroom, where he was pulling his pants on, still shirtless.
“It was my first thought, you know,” you said, arms crossed, eyes intently watching his body, every ripple of the muscles in his forearms, his biceps, his stomach.
“What was?” he asked, looking up at you as he slung his shirt on, buttoning it up.
“The first time I saw you. All I could think was that you’re the hottest man I’d ever seen.”
His smile turned slightly predatory as he stalked closer to you, the top few buttons of his shirt left undone. “I know. I could see it in your eyes,” he murmured, bringing his hands to your waist, his lips drifting closer and closer to yours.
“You could?” you breathed.
“Well, I saw some kind of spark,” he said, slowly moving his mouth to your ear before playfully taking your earlobe in between his teeth. “I was hoping it was for me.”
Your breath came out in a soft exhale, your heart rate picking up speed. “We need to leave soon,” you said, trying to focus.
“Yes, we do,” he murmured, before kissing you softly, cradling your face in both his hands.
It took every bit of effort you had to gently push him away. “Get dressed,” you said breathlessly.
He laughed, reaching up and buttoning his shirt as you pulled out a skirt and blouse from “your” closet. “As you wish, my love,” he said, his eyes shining with amusement.
You couldn’t get enough of him that morning. So, you decided to take your chances and ride with him to work. His sportscar’s windows were tinted so extremely that nobody could possibly see in, and Azriel made it a point to always be the first one in the office, so you hoped that there wouldn’t be anyone around to see you get out of the luxury vehicle.
His hand rested casually on your thigh as he drove, and your eyes were glued to him. With his designer sunglasses, his pristine suit, his expensive watch, he looked like he should be on the cover of some magazine for rich men, making them all drool with envy.
Sure enough, the parking lot was completely empty when Azriel pulled into his reserved parking space.
He smirked at you, squeezing your thigh. “I told you it would be fine, baby,” he murmured, leaning in to give you a long, slow kiss.
You let yourself sink into the kiss, into the feeling of him, for a few beautiful moments.
After a bit, you went inside hand in hand, thankful for the empty hallways. In the elevator, he pulled your body to his, threading his fingers through your hair, kissing you until the doors opened.
He walked you to your office and lingered in your doorway, still holding onto your hand, giving you one more kiss before he went up to his office, shooting you a bright smile over his shoulder.
Through most of the work day, you didn’t see Azriel and kept to yourself in your office.
That is, until Spencer showed up, knocking on your door with a smirk before entering your office, leaving the door ajar. It was toward the end of the day, and most of the office had cleared out by then.
Spencer wasn't your favorite person in the office. He was a cocky asshole, to put it blatantly. Nobody really liked to work with him, but especially not the women. His ego was bigger than anyone's, though he had done absolutely nothing to deserve it.
“Hey,” he said with a crooked smile, leaning casually against the door frame.
“Hi, Spencer,” you said, trying to keep your voice mild. “What's up?”
“I was thinking that you and I should get dinner sometime,” he said, shooting you a cocky grin that you had seen him use on other women in this very office.
You raised your eyebrow, saying cautiously, “Like a date?”
He shrugged nonchalantly. “If you want to call it that.”
Fighting the urge to scowl, you said politely, “No, thanks. I have a boyfriend.”
He looked annoyed, like he wanted to say more, but thought better of it. He blundered through a somewhat awkward goodbye before he left you alone in your office again.
As soon as Spencer's footsteps faded, Azriel was in your office, his eyes on fire.
“What,” you said, surprised, “Did you hear all that?”
He growled, kicking your door shut before he was taking your hand and pulling you upright, kissing you hard, his tongue and hands unyielding.
You gasped in surprise as he lifted you in his arms and set you on your desk, still kissing you relentlessly, his hands wandering over your thighs, your cheeks.
“Az,” you breathed, but he cut you off with another searing kiss.
“You're mine,” he said against your mouth.
“Of course I am,” you said, leaning back slightly, trying to suck air into your lungs.
“Say it,” he ground out before kissing you senseless again.
“I'm yours,” you gasped, clutching to him.
He pulled back finally, holding your face in his hands, gazing into your eyes. “And I'm yours,” he said.
“Az,” you said gently, running your thumb on his bicep in what you hoped were soothing movements. “I love you. You know that.”
“I know,” he said, breathing heavily. “I just-- that pissed me off. That guy really fucking pisses me off.”
You laughed, despite yourself. “Me too.”
He sighed, kissing you softly. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” you said, leaning in to kiss him again.
“I'm sorry I got -- you know,” he winced slightly.
“You don't have to worry about anybody else,” you said. “You're the one I want.”
“I know,” he murmured, kissing you softly.
Spencer must have really gotten to Azriel, because he took you out to an extremely expensive restaurant that night, and he didn’t take his eyes off you for a moment while you were there.
You couldn’t help but grimace as you looked at the menu, some of the prices for an entree were more than you’d spend on food in a week.
“Get whatever you want,” Azriel said, reading your thoughts.
“Az, these prices are ridiculous.”
He smiled faintly. “Get whatever you want,” he repeated, his eyes softening.
You sighed, and when the waiter came by, you did indeed get what you wanted.
As soon as you were alone, he reached for your hand across the table. “I am sorry about earlier.”
“It’s okay,” you said. “I just don’t get why you got so jealous. Spencer’s a sleaze.”
Azriel laughed lightly. “You’re the most important person in my life,” he said, his eyes sparkling under the dim lights. “I love you. I don’t like that an asshole like him thinks about you.”
You ran your thumb along his hand absentmindedly. “I’m sure he’s already moved onto thinking about somebody else.”
His eyes darkened slightly. “He better have.”
For the rest of the evening, his hands were on you, like he didn’t want to let you go.
The following day, there was a mandatory meeting that Azriel was leading, one that both you and Spencer would be required to attend.
You didn’t think much of it. You and Azriel had been in countless meetings together since you had started dating, and the two of you had always been perfectly capable of remaining professional throughout them, never raising any suspicion that you knew of.
Azriel, as always, was the first one in the boardroom, sitting at the head of the table with his laptop open, a stack of notes next to it.
He smirked and winked at you as you walked in and sat down a few seats away from him.
“How are you today?” you asked pleasantly, as if you hadn’t woken up in his bed and already snuck up to his office once that morning.
“I’m doing well, how are you?” he said in his boss-making-small-talk-with-his-employees voice.
You nodded as a few of your coworkers wandered in, laptops under their arms. “Oh, you know. Can’t complain.”
Azriel turned his attention to the people settling in around the room, getting the pleasantries out of the way. This was a part of the job that he hated, you knew. He would much prefer to stay silent unless absolutely necessary, but he also wanted his employees to like him, to trust him.
Everything was pretty business as usual, until Spencer walked in and sat right next to you. Even from where you were sitting, you noticed Azriel’s muscles tense. There were half a dozen other open seats that Spencer could have sat in, and you were sure that Azriel was thinking the very same thing.
Spencer smirked at you as he opened his laptop. “How was your night?”
“Fine?” You said, using all of your focus to keep your eyes from flitting over to Azriel.
“Just fine?” Spencer asked, clearly amused. “Hmm. Sounds like it could've been better if you hadn't turned me down.”
Before you could form a response, Azriel cleared his throat, starting the meeting abruptly, his eyes practically burning a hole into the side of Spencer's head.
Azriel, who was usually so good at concealing his emotions, at wearing his face in a mask of indifference, was visibly ruffled. There was a slight edge to his voice as he updated us, his eyes narrowing slightly every time they drifted over Spencer.
You wanted to reach out to him, to try and bring him back down to earth, but you obviously couldn't do that.
When he turned the focus over to someone else who started updating everyone about recent developments, his eyes landed on you and finally softened a bit. You smiled faintly at him and he seemed to relax.
It was an effort to focus on the meeting, to not stare across the table at Azriel.
Later, when Azriel said you all were free to go, you jumped up and exited quickly so you wouldn't have to deal with any more idiotic comments from Spencer.
You hid out for a little bit before you deemed it safe to go up to Azriel's office. You knocked lightly on the open door and he looked up from his desk and nodded toward the door behind you to close it.
You closed the door quietly behind you and went to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning into you.
“It would be wrong to fire him, right?”
You laughed, leaning in to kiss him. “Yes.”
He sighed. “Right.”
Gently, you took his face in your hands. “Ignore him.”
Frowning, he said, “When he's making comments like that to you?”
“Yes,” you said, kissing him softly. “I can handle myself if he says something like that again.”
He nodded. “I know you can.”
For a few moments, he just gazed at you. “What is it?” You asked.
Smiling, he said, “It's just… I love you.”
Kissing him sweetly, you said, “I love you, too.”
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