you bite down on your lip as you hovered your pussy on top of his face, hesitant to sit down because you didn't want to hurt him. "babe i think i should jus-" he roughly grabbed your waist and pulled you down till your clit met the flat of his tongue, a small gasp coming from you. he sucked on your clit a few more times before running his tongue down to your clenching hole, licking up and down before pushing the wet muscle inside which cause you to throw your head back as you moaned loudly, fisting his hair and pushing him deeper in your cunt, much to his enjoyment.
he decided to take it a step further as he gripped on of your ass cheeks before spreading it and slowly pushing his middle finger inside, eating up your porn star like moans that echoed throughout the room along with his loud slurping and groaning. you started to grind your pussy on his tongue, feeling close to your orgasm. he could feel you clenching around his tongue, a smirk spreading across his face. "yeah that's it, ride my fucking face baby" he mumbled into your pussy. "wanna taste all of you"
you bit down on your lip as you hovered your pussy on top of his face, hesitant to sit down because you didn’t want to hurt him. “babe i think i should jus—” he roughly grabbed your waist and pulled you down till your clit met the flat of his tongue, a small gasp coming from you. he sucked on your clit a few more times before running his tongue down to your clenching hole, licking up and down before pushing the wet muscle inside which cause you to throw your head back as you moaned loudly, fisting his hair and pushing him deeper in your cunt, much to his enjoyment.
he decided to take it a step further as he gripped on of your ass cheeks before spreading it and slowly pushing his middle finger inside, eating up your porn star like moans that echoed throughout the room along with his loud slurping and groaning. you started to grind your pussy on his tongue, feeling close to your orgasm. he could feel you clenching around his tongue, a smirk spreading across his face. “yeah that’s it, ride my fucking face baby” he mumbled into your pussy. “wanna taste all of you”
੭ cw: fem!reader, dry humping, stalking ( barely ) , taming, chubby reader, biting, blood, sneaking in, black coded.
mocha’s note: ep 8 of devils line still replays in my mind. this man makes me feral.
anzai sits limply on the roof of your house, staring into your bedroom window to see you dressing in a comfy two piece short set while humming softly to the music lowly playing in your steamy bathroom. he doesn’t want to disturb you when you look so peaceful like this. applying products to your face along with other moisturizers. tying your locs up into a bonnet before leveling your head down in the sink to brush your teeth for the night. he knows you had class today, also did a few hours at the salon before coming home. it’s close to eight, midnight out and he’s trying his hardest to ignore this ache below his belt, fangs protruding from his mouth like a demon. eyes red, and the claws in his nail beds growing sinisterly longer.
you were the first person he could think of when the sun set. fighting the urge to hurt a human being. but being here was worse in a way. the last thing he wanted to do was hurt his girlfriend. even if you’ve told him multiple times that he could take what he needed from you, an ounce a blood—whatever he desired to keep him sane. he hates when you’re like that sometimes. so careless for your life all because of the love you have for him. you’re willing to take risks if it means he can stay in your life. you need each other, crave one another. it’s hard to live life without the others warmth. his face is pale as he heaves in his seat, hunching over to catch his breath, dark hair shielding most of his face.
a knock on your window makes him jump, hastily darting his eyes into your room to see your eyes targeting his. dammit. he clicks his teeth, shamefully turning his face away when he noticed the concern in yours.
“anzai,” there it is, that softness of your tone, the warmth like a fuzzy blanket being thrown around his shoulders as if he’s a small child who’s having a nightmare. it feels like one. every. damn. day.
“i shouldn’t have come, i apologize.”
“you’re always welcome here,” you pull your window open wider. “come inside, please? it’s chilly.”
“i can’t. i need to go—”
your hand grabs his wrist as soon as he begins to stand, ready to leap off the roof. the black long sleeve on his skin is thin, and you worry for his body temperature. visually, it looks like he’s cold as ice, but on the inside, he’s burning up.
“where’s your mask?”
“i dropped it when i ran away from this woman. she was running at the park and fell—scraped her knee pretty bad. the smell—i was going to kill her. but something pulled me back. i ran and that’s when i lead myself here.”
“how many times do i have to tell you that you’re not a monster?” anzai freezes, swallowing from the stringent pitch in your voice.
“baby—”
“i don’t care what your natural instincts are, or some stupid shit like that. you’re half a devil. half. the other part of your heart remains human.”
“that doesn’t change the fact that i’ve killed people, baby.”
“on accident,” you correct.
“on purpose,” he retaliated, his voice shaky. “don’t pretend i’m innocent just because you love me. that one person i killed still lingers on my mind. it’s tortuous. it burns me deep inside to know what i’m capable of. any day i could do the same to you, whether an accident or with control—doesn’t matter. i’m dangerous.”
it upsets him when you’re silent, stepping back and blinking, waiting for him to come inside. finally, after sulking and sighing, he climbs through. the room is silent, anzai crouching on the floor with his back to the wall as he watches you shut off lights and turn off your music. only the soft lights from your pink star-shaped night lights illuminating the area. you pull the sheets halfway off your bed, tossing off your plushies to make room with him.
“come lay,” you pat the empty spot beside you with a lazy smile.
“i think i should keep my distance.”
your eyes roll. sometimes he agitates you with his protectiveness. “anzai, i’m not saying it again.”
the dark lanky man stand to his feet, removing his boots before slipping in with you. he lays on his back, keeping his attention to the ceiling. if he looks at you any longer he’ll definitely lose control. his blood lust was one thing, but the added arousal was even more painful. he didn’t want you too close to where you’d feel it in his jeans. but, his prayers aren’t on his side when you slide closer to throw your right leg over his toned abdomen while your arms wrap around his neck you bury your face into, wanting to give him a hug, hoping it’d soothe him.
“um,” anzai swallows, feeling your heartbeat bang in his eardrums loudly, the flow of blood in your veins bombarding his senses. the warmth on the mound of your cunt on his stomach, those shorts barely barricading your soft skin. anzai breathes heavily, his hands shakily rising beside him to grope at your thick hips, flesh melting through the gaps of his fingers like butter. his dick twitches in his black jeans as you shift above him, lifting your face and pressing your nose to his.
“your dicks hard,” you whisper, plump lips caught in your teeth.
anzai groans, hating that you noticed. “i-i know. i’m sorry.”
“don’t be, i know you can’t help it.”
anzai feels himself sweating, the pads of his nimble fingers bruising your hips. your body drifts down as he pushes you down to sit on his bulge, growling lowly, the ball in his throat bobbing.
“wanna use me?”
anzai stifles a moan, mouth parting as your hips begin to roll, precum dampening the fabric. the cloth to your shorts gets caught on his zipper, snatching you in place with your clit pressed on the cold metal. your ass engulfs your shorts, giving anzai access to run his hands over your plump ass before giving it a soft spank. the vermilion and honey in his eyes darken, your fingers threading his hair, tits pressed firmly to his chest. having you on top of him was lethal. he can’t control himself now.
“don’t wanna fuck you, jus’ wanna feel you.”
a tiny squeak falters from you as he swiftly flips the two of you over, his breath fanning your face like he’s in pain. he angles his hips so he’s just on your clit, hyperventilating when noticing that you’re really wet. so fast. how?
“you smell so good,” he bends down to brush his nose up the valley of your breasts, inhaling your scent until he comes up to your neck, jaw widening as the points of his fangs graze your flesh, tongue slipping out to kiss and suck on your neck. you squirm underneath him, trapped by his weight on you.
“can i taste you? jus’ need a little,” anzai asks with a strain in his voice, grinding his hips. you gasp and nip at your bottom lip, whimpering and nodding. he’s done it before, but he prefers to ask. his cold hand grabs your chin, turning your head to the left to gain access to the pulsating vein pumping warm blood for him to drink. anzai makes sure not to penetrate too deep, or drink too much to where he hurts you.
“i love you.”
you caress the back of his thigh, anzai always saying that before he pierces the sharp fangs into your neck, only enough for blood to seep out into his mouth. he moans loudly as if he’s having an orgasm, rolling his waist and shoving you down into the bed. hes becoming rougher, palms flat on the back of your thighs he pins down to your knees are by your waist, feet dangling in the air. anzai lifts his hips to thrust against you, pulling his face away after you make a noise and licks his lips. his teeth retracted, no longer in sight, but the lust in his pupils remain.
“make me feel so fuckin’ good,” anzai pants above you, his forearms hooked under your knees and pounding his hips harder until you’re scratching at his biceps and leaking in your shorts, coating his jeans in the filthiest way. it’s like he’s actually fucking you, slamming his hips and watching you jolt underneath him. anzai grunts as his cock runs on you the right way, so so close to cumming. he snaps harder, your mattress helping him out as it bounces you up to meet his hits, both of your mouths open as you gasp, moan, and choke.
“anzai, c-closer,” your pawing at his shirt, needing closer contact with him. he stops, hiking his shirt over his head before tossing it, hair tousled over his forehead and he looks so fucked out, so desirable.
anzai throws your legs over his shoulders before he leans down and drags you lower underneath him, cradling your head in his arms and resting his chin in your hair before humping you quicker, clutching either side of his ribs and withering in his hold. the bed squeaks with every movement, drooling at the corner of your mouth as your eyes scroll back. the pulsing from his dick feels so good on your clit, toes curling as you drunkenly kiss at his shoulder. it’s so fucking hot what he’s doing to you. rutting like he’s starved, fucking you stupid like a virgin with clothes on. the fact that he can make you feel this way even without being inside you is mind blowing.
“take it, baby. i’m cummin’ right now,” anzai warns, body trembling, thrusts turning sloppy as he wets the inside of his jeans, cumming hard the same time as he grabs your face and kisses your hard, eating your moans up like his favorite meal. sucking on your tongue, your lips, gathering your hair in his wide palms before rutting faster to get you to cum, not taking long as you gush in your silk shorts and scratch at his sides, arching your back and shuddering uncontrollably.
anzai kisses you again, all over your face as he thanks you again and again. you eased the craving, even apologizing for having to bite you even for doing this considering you were exhausted. you fall asleep not long after, anzai taking it upon himself to change you out of your shorts for another pair and cleaning himself up before tucking you in and watching you sleep.
