#jack oconnell x reader

The heavy wood of the door, slots carefully into it's worn, splintered frame as Remmick steps over the threshold. He tries to be quiet as he makes his way through the kitchen, taking extra care not to wake you, who he thought was upstairs fast asleep. Tucked into bed just like he had left you.

Tracking blood down the hallway and towards the stairs.

The light at the bottom of the stairs flicks on, and highlights his guilt in it's spotlight.

His eyes close in defeat, and he huffs in realization that he's been caught, "Shit."

Your sleep soft voice meets his ears and his guilt multiplies as you make your way down the staircase, "Rem, what have I told you about leavin' your boots at the door. You're trackin' blood and dirt through the house an- oh." You stop in your tracks, bare feet halting on the hardwood floor, hand not left the railing yet, eyes darting from the mess he's made in the kitchen to the mess that stains his clothes and pale skin.

In the time that you had been with him, Remmick had been extra careful as to make sure that you didn't see him like this. Covered in blood and viscera. The spoils of his hunt painting his skin a different shade altogether. He had made sure you didn't see the way his fangs filled his mouth, taking up too much space to be human, or the way his digits grew like long talons rather than fingers. He hadn't wanted you to see all of that. See what a monster he turned into when you laid your head on your pillow at night to rest. You were too sweet. Too pure. Hadn't been exposed to the horrors the world had hid away from you the way that he had. He wanted to keep it that way. Make sure you weren't tainted by him.

"Darlin', I don't want you seein' me like this." His words come out muffled by the teeth that push against his gums and crowd his mouth. His hands fumble to clasp behind his back, like you hadn't just seen the way they stretched longer than their last knuckle.

"Oh Rem, I ain't a 'fraidy cat like you are." you yawned and chuckled, taking a step closer to him. He meets your step forwards with a step back of his own, trying his best to distance himself from you in this form.

"I know you ain't darlin', I just.. there's some things a lady shouldn't see." A clawed hand comes up to shield his mouth from you, drool beginning to collect at the corners of his lips like a dog.

You give him one last look before closing the distance and taking his blood coated hand in yours, not even flinching at the slick feel of it against your palm, "C'mon, let's getcha cleaned up so you can get some beauty sleep. Lord knows you'll need the rest when it comes time for your punishment for this damned mess."

He snorted and smiled as you lead him to the kitchen, urging him to take a seat at the table while you filled a bowl with warm water and grab a clean dish rag. You set it on the table beside him, and stand between his spread legs, wetting the corner of the cloth and bringing it up to his stained cheek. His big, clawed hands came up to gently rest on your hips as you work. Red iridescence lingers in his irises, his gaze slowly roaming over your features that focus on cleaning up his mess, while your fingers gently swipe the warm rag at the congealed blood on his chin, softly wiping at his neck and down the line of his throat.

"'Yer real pretty, ya know that?" he murmurs through the barrier of his fangs and past his pink, swollen lips.

You smile, just a twitch at the corner of your mouth, focus never straying from the work at hand.

"You never let me forget it." you say, just as quietly. Your fingers stop their cleaning, and your eyes meet his. You take in his features. The way his eyes glow slightly, like a wild animal. The way the points of his fangs peek from between his lips. Feel the way his claws dig just a little bit into the meat of your hips whether he means for them to or not.

You should be afraid of him. Afraid of the fact he could tear you apart with just his bare hands and teeth. The thought of getting as far away from him as you possibly can, sits at the back of your mind, but that self preservation instinct has yet to truly kick in when it comes to your Remmick. You still didn’t see him as the predator he so very clearly is.

His tongue darts out, swipes across his bottom lip, as his eyes land on your mouth.

Before he can lean up to kiss you, you speak, "Wanna look at your fangs. Really look at em'. Never really got to see em' like this." A fingertip drags lightly across his lip, urging him to open his mouth.

He hesitates, but ultimately obliges, jaw slowly opening to reveal the fangs crowding his mouth.

You don't realize the quiet gasp that leaves you. The sight of just how sharp his teeth are shocks you for a moment, a chill running down your spine at the thought of the damage they could truly inflict. He could so easily kill you. Tear you to absolute shreds... yet he doesn't. For some reason, he has restraint when it comes to you.

Your thumb prods gently at the sharp point of one of his incisors, making sure not to nick yourself, before running the tips of your fore and middle fingers upwards, pushing his lip up. You rub along his gumline, his eyes closing as he inhales deeply through his nose.

"Hmmm, are they sensitive?" you ask even though you can already guess the answer, opposite hand coming up to rest on his stubbly cheek that’s now flushed red.

Remmick sits transfixed by your touch. He nods, drool gathering at his bottom lip and spilling over, a whine catches in his throat when you rub at the gum of his incisor.

You pull your hand away slowly, "Do you want me to stop?" You ask him so sweetly. So innocently. Like you have no idea what it’s doing to him.

It makes him groan.

Low and throaty and desperate.

He shakes his head, eyes shut, and when he opens them to look at you, they’re glossy with need.

“Please darlin’, don’t stop.” He mumbles, clawed hand gently grabbing your wrist and lifting your fingers to his mouth.

You nearly choke on a breath when he takes your middle and forefingers between his lips and sucks, forked tongue swirling around the digits lewdly, drool coating them.

Your gaze doesn’t miss the obvious strain of his hard cock against the stiff fabric of his pants as he moans around your fingers.

"Awww," you coo, fingers pressing down on his tongue, "Are you getting hard just from this?"

He nods, a muffled sound leaving him as you inch your fingers towards the back of his throat. Drool pools from the corners of his mouth, dripping down the sides of his chin.

You pull your wet fingers from his throat and tilt his chin up, his wet eyes locking on yours, "Want you to take your cock out, can you do that for me?"

His hands are at his belt buckle, unfastening and unzipping his pants before he could properly answer with a mumbled, "Mmmhmm."

Remmick's cock slaps against his belly as he shuffles his pants just enough past his hips. The tip flushed red and angry, already leaking precum at the slit and dripping down the shaft. He takes himself in his palm, fingers wrapping in a tight grip as he spread the wetness over the length.

You run the pad of your thumb along his swollen bottom lip, before pushing it forwards into his mouth. The sound of him eagerly sucking on the digit, tongue lathing up the skin, pairs filthily with the symphony of slick that comes from his hand languidly jerking up and down his cock.

"That's it Rem, get it nice and wet." you praise him, moving to rub at his gums again, thumb rubbing right where the incisor met the soft pink tissue.

His eyes close, jaw going slack, hand faltering a bit.

"Right there." he whines, hand twisting a bit when it reaches the head.

Your thumb rubs back and forth, matching the rhythm of his hand.

You see the way his thighs tense with each upstroke, the way his chest catches at each sensitive touch.

Spit continues to travel down his chin in rivulets, catching in his collarbones and further wetting the collar of his blood soiled shirt. He's an absolute wreck, and putty in your hands.

"Want you to come for me, you can do that, can't you Rem?" you bring up your other hand, rubbing at the opposite incisor in tandem.

He tries to nod against your hold, eyes squeezing shut in pleasured agony, and he picks up his pace, chasing his end.

With one last swipe to his gumline, the muscles in his abdomen tense, and a breath he doesn't need catches in his chest, cum painting his stomach with every twitch of his oversensitive cock.

You wipe the drool from his chin with your thumbs and press a kiss to his cleaned cheek as he collects himself and grabs the rag you were cleaning him off with.

"Now don't go using this information against me." Remmick jokes, cleaning himself off and resituating his pants.

"You seemed to enjoy it too much for it to be a punishment." you quip back. "Your real punishment for makin' such a mess, is gonna be all the wash you're gonna have to do without my help."

"And what are you gonna be doing while I'm doing all that?" he asked, brow raised.

"I'll be planning the ways to use this newfound information against you."

You lifted a hand in a small wave.

Jack immediately reached into his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and tucked it between his lips. Not lighting it yet—just something to occupy himself while he processed the fact that you were actually standing there.

Then he started walking toward you.

Fast.

The cigarette bounced slightly as he grinned.

"You're kidding me."

You laughed. "Surprise."

"Surprise?" he repeated. "You flew all the way out here and call it a surprise?"

Before you could answer, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. The familiar scent of smoke, cologne, and the day's work clung to him. You melted into the hug.

"I missed you too," you teased.

"You've got no idea."

When he finally pulled back, the cigarette was still hanging forgotten from his fingers.

"You know," he said, looking at you with that crooked smile you'd been missing for weeks, "I felt someone staring at me."

Heat rushed to your face, "Was I that obvious?"

Jack laughed, "Love, you were looking at me like I was the last man on earth." He slipped an arm around your shoulders and started guiding you toward the trailers. "Not that I'm complaining."

And judging by the way he refused to let go of your hand for the rest of the afternoon, he really wasn't. The trailer door clicked shut behind you, muffling the noise of the set outside.

Jack tossed his keys onto the small counter and let out a long sigh, the kind that seemed to come from his bones.

"God," he said, running a hand through his hair. "I've been dreaming about sitting down all day."

You dropped onto the small couch, smiling as he immediately gravitated toward you as though he'd forgotten how to exist without being within arm's reach.

"Weren't you filming?"

"Was."

"Weren't you needed?"

He glanced toward the door, "Nah. Most of the crew disappeared to grab dinner, and I've got a bit before they drag me back out there."

The grin he gave you made it clear he was very pleased about that fact. Jack leaned against the counter for a moment, studying you.

It wasn't the casual glance from earlier. It was the look of someone who hadn't seen their partner in weeks and was making up for lost time.

"What?" you asked.

"Just looking at you."

"You literally texted me yesterday."

"Not the same thing."

His eyes wandered over your face, almost as though he was checking that you were real. Then a slow smile spread across his lips. "You know," he said, "I was having a perfectly normal day."

"Oh?"

"Mhm."

He pushed away from the counter and crossed the trailer.

"Then my girlfriend turns up out of nowhere."

You laughed.

"Terrible thing to happen."

"Absolutely devastating."

He dropped onto the couch beside you, close enough that his thigh pressed against yours.

The space in the trailer suddenly felt much smaller.

Jack's arm stretched along the back of the couch behind you.

"So devastating, in fact, that I haven't been able to focus for the last twenty minutes."

"You seemed pretty focused."

"I was shirtless."

"And?"

"You were staring."

Your face immediately warmed.

"I missed you," you whispered, the words barely escaping. He stopped inches from you, the scent of expensive cologne, and salt radiating off his skin. He leaned in, the heat from his shirtless chest nearly touching you. "A month," he murmured, his eyes darkening. "You have no idea what you've done to me, being away for a month." He didn't wait for an answer. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling sharply, his stubble scratching your sensitive skin. "I can't think," he groaned against her pulse, "all I've thought about for thirty days is exactly how you taste." "Jack," you gasped, your hands sliding up his damp back, feeling the ripple of muscle. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression feral. He didn't kiss you gently; he claimed your mouth in a bruising, desperate collision. His tongue slipped inside, demanding entry, tasting of nicotine and longing. It was a messy, saliva-slicked exchange, yourr breaths mingling in short, jagged bursts. He sucked on your lower lip, pulling it between his teeth before releasing it with a wet pop. His hands moved with an undying energy, tearing at your clothes. He ripped your blouse open, buttons scattering across the linoleum floor like tiny plastic raindrops. He groaned when his palms finally hit your bare skin, his rough calluses scraping over your breasts. He squeezed them hard, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, twisting your nipples through the thin lace of your bra until you cried out. "You're so fucking soft," he hissed, his voice breaking, "I've been starving for this." He yanked the bra away, exposing you to the cool air of the trailer for only a second before his mouth replaced the fabric. He latched onto one nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the peak. The sound of his wet sucking filled the small space, a squelching noise that made your thighs tremble. You reached for his trousers, your fingers fumbling with the button and zipper. You needed him out, needed the friction of skin on skin. When you finally freed him, his cock sprang forward, thick and pulsing, already leaking a bead of clear pre-cum that glistened at the tip. It was heavy and hot, the veins standing out against the flushed skin of his shaft. Jack let out a guttural sound, a mix of a moan and a growl, as you wrapped you fingers around him. He jerked his hips forward, slapping his balls against your palm. "Don't stop," he commanded, his voice a rough command, "God, just touch me." He didn't wait for you to lead as he hooked his arms under your thighs, hoisting you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your heels digging into his lower back. He carried you the few steps to his small make shift bed, throwing you down with a thud that knocked the wind out of you. He stripped off his trousers and boxers in one fluid motion, his eyes locked on you, his breathing heavy and labored. He crawled over you, his knees pinning your arms to the pillows. He looked down at you, his chest heaving, the sweat from his body dripping onto your stomach. "I'm going to ruin you," he whispered, a promise and a threat, "I'm going to take my time" He descended again, his mouth finding your clit through the fabric of your panties. He didn't remove them slowly; he ripped the lace aside, exposing your wetness to the air. He groaned at the scent of you, the musky, sweet aroma of your arousal.

He dove in, his tongue broad and flat, licking you from the base of your opening up to the swollen peak of your clit. The sensation was electric. You arched yourr back, your fingers clawing at the leather of the sofa. Jack was relentless, his tongue flicking rapidly against your clit while his fingers slid inside you. He pushed two fingers deep into your soaking heat, the sound of the friction creating a loud, wet shlicking noise. He pumped his fingers in and out, stretching you, feeling the internal walls of your pussy clamp down on him in rhythmic spasms. "Look at you," he muttered, glancing up, his chin glistening with your juices, "soaking for me. You wanted this as much as I did." He pulled his fingers out with a wet squelch and positioned himself. He didn't use a slow entry.

He gripped your hips, his knuckles white, and drove himself inside you in one powerful, punishing thrust.

The air left your lungs in a sharp scream.

He was massive, filling you completely, the head of his cock slamming hard against your cervix. The impact sent a shockwave of pleasure-pain through your entire body. Jack let out a loud, ragged moan, his head falling back as he felt your tight walls grip him like a vice. "Fuck," he gasped, his voice strained, "you're so tight. It's like I've never been inside you before." He began to move, and it wasn't a dance; it was a conquest. He withdrew almost entirely, the head of his cock nearly slipping out of your wet channel, before slamming back in with a wet, heavy thud. The sound of your bodies colliding—the slap of his balls against your ass and the squelch of your combined fluids—echoed in the quiet trailer. He wasn't being careful. He was rough, his movements frantic and driven by a month of deprivation. He shifted his angle, digging deeper, his cock rubbing against your G-spot with every violent plunge. You could feel the friction building, a searing heat that threatened to consume you. "Harder," you whimpered, her voice a broken plea, "Jack, please, harder." He obliged, his pace accelerating into a blur of motion. He grabbed your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat, and kissed you with a desperate hunger, your tongues fighting for dominance. He was panting, the sound of his breath ragged and hot against your ear. "I've got you," he groaned, his voice vibrating through you, "I've finally got you."

As he hammered into you, the friction became almost unbearable, the pleasure peaking into a sharp, blinding edge. He felt your internal muscles begin to ripple, the first waves of your orgasm crashing over you. You tightened around him, your pussy milking him with desperate intensity. "Yes," Jack hissed, his eyes blowing wide, "cum for me, give it all to me." The sensation of you climaxing triggered his own. He let out a primal roar, his body stiffening as he delivered several final, deepest thrusts, burying himself to the hilt. He felt the first surge of his orgasm rip through him, a violent eruption of heat. He groaned, his muscles locking up as he pumped load after load of thick, hot seed deep into you, the force of his ejaculation making him shudder uncontrollably.

He didn't pull out.

He collapsed on top of you, his heavy chest heaving against yours, your skin glued together by sweat and fluids. The only sound in the trailer was the synchronized, ragged gasping of your breath.

Slowly, the tension began to drain from his body. He shifted his weight, rolling to the side but keeping you tucked firmly against his flank. He reached down, his hand sliding over the wetness between your thighs, feeling the mixture of his cum and your cream leaking out of you. "Don't you ever," he whispered, his voice returning to its usual low, melodic rasp, "-do that to me again, love. A month is too long." You turned in his arms, pressing your face into the crook of his neck, smelling the salt and the lingering scent of the set.

The hunger was gone, replaced by a heavy, shimmering contentment.

"I'm not going anywhere," you murmured.

Jack chuckled, a low vibration in his chest, and kissed your forehead. He held you tight, the silence of the trailer a stark contrast to the chaos outside, the world narrowed down to just the two of you and the lingering heat of your collision.

He closed his eyes, finally at peace, the void of the last month filled and overflowing.

"I really missed you."

The confession came quietly.

Just honest.

Your smile softened.

"I missed you too."

Jack held your gaze for a moment before nudging his shoulder against yours.

"Good."

"Good?"

His arm slid around your shoulders, pulling you comfortably against his side. For a while neither of you said much.

The trailer was quiet.

Comfortably quiet.

The kind that only happened when you knew someone well enough not to fill every second with conversation.

Jack rested his cheek briefly against the top of your head.

Then, after a moment:

"So."

The suspicious tone made you glance up.

"So?"

"You planning on staying until I finish?"

"That's the idea."

His smile widened, "Best surprise I've had all year."

And then a knock on the trailer door made both of you glance up. Jack immediately frowned, "Ignore it."

You laughed, "You can't just ignore people."

"Watch me."

The knock came again, followed by a voice from outside.

"Jack?"

He groaned dramatically.

"There it is."

"The famous professionalism."

"Ruined the second you walked in."

Before he could get up, the voice called out again.

"Five more minutes."

Jack lifted a hand toward the door without moving from the couch.

"Got it!"

A muffled response came from the other side before footsteps retreated.

The trailer fell silent once more.

Jack immediately settled back into the cushions.

"You weren't kidding. Five minutes."

"I'm making the most of them."

His fingers were still intertwined with yours.

For someone who spent so much time in front of cameras, he seemed surprisingly content doing absolutely nothing.

Just sitting beside you.

Just being together.

"You know," you said, "everyone out there will probably wonder why you're suddenly in such a good mood."

Jack smirked.

"I've been unbearable all day."

"I believe that."

"One hundred percent true."

He shifted slightly to face you more fully, "Apparently I was complaining."

"Apparently?"

"That's what they told me."

You raised an eyebrow, "And were you?"

Jack considered this and replied, "Maybe."

"Jack."

"Fine. A little."

You laughed.

"A little?"

"Alright, a lot."

The grin he gave you was completely unapologetic. Weeks apart had clearly not improved his patience. His gaze drifted over your face again before he shook his head with a quiet laugh.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"You're smiling."

"I know."

"Why?"

He looked away for a second, almost embarrassed. Which was unusual enough to catch your attention immediately.

When he looked back, there was something softer in his expression, "I just really missed you."

The words came out simpler than before.

No teasing.

No joke attached.

Just the truth.

Your heart squeezed. You leaned your head against his shoulder. His arm immediately wrapped around you.

Outside, someone shouted directions across the set. A vehicle rumbled somewhere in the distance.

Life kept moving. Schedules, filming, deadlines.

But for a few minutes, tucked away inside the small trailer, none of it felt particularly important.

Jack rested his chin lightly against the top of your head,"You know what's going to happen now?"

"What?"

"I'm going to have to go back to work."

"Tragic."

"Then I'm going to spend the rest of the evening trying to concentrate."

You smiled, "And?"

"And I'm probably going to fail."

A laugh escaped you. Jack's grin returned instantly, "Worth it, though."

Another knock sounded from outside. This time much more insistent.

"Jack!"

He sighed dramatically.

Your laughter only made him shake his head.

"See what you've done?"

"I showed up."

"Exactly."

He stood, reluctantly letting go of your hand before immediately reaching for it again, "Come on."

"Where are we going?"

He opened the trailer door and glanced back at you.

"Back to set."

Then his smile turned warm.

"So I can spend the next few hours showing off the fact that my girlfriend surprised me."

And judging by the proud look on his face, he was already looking forward to it.

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you don’t even get a warning. just the blunt, thick press of his cockhead parting your folds again, already sticky with his last mess, already throbbing as it sinks back inside.

he’s panting before he’s even halfway in, forearm curled around your throat now, tugging you into a headlock that forces your back flush to his chest. your spine arches. your tits bounce with every roll of his hips, the slap-slick sound of skin on skin filling the room like it’s obscene.

“i-i like this,” he whispers, breath trembling as his chest swells against your back. his voice breaks into little gasps each time his cock bottoms out. “like holdin’ you like this… keepin’ you close.”

his cock is fat—too fat—and the stretch has your eyes rolling, your mouth open, drool gathering at the corner of your lips as your thighs tremble beneath you. he’s buried so deep it aches. every slow grind punches breath out of you, the blunt head of him dragging against that swollen spot inside that makes your legs go weak.

you moan, loud and shameless, and his breath catches.

“that feel good?” he mumbles against your shoulder, the arm around your neck flexing just a little, just enough to tighten the hold. “i-i’m doing good?”

you nod, squirming helplessly under him as his strokes grow faster. mess gathers between your legs, a slick squelch every time he fucks into you. his balls slap against your cunt, already wet and swollen from how full he’s made you. the lube of his last climax hasn’t even dried—it’s dripping out of you, leaking down your thighs, coating the base of his shaft in a creamy ring that clings with every thrust.

“s-sorry,” he whimpers suddenly, voice cracking as he hugs you tighter. “can’t help it—it feels too good—too warm—”

his hips are stuttering now, frantic and shallow, his thick cock rutting in and out of your soaked hole like he’s chasing the feeling. your walls spasm around him, and he cries out again—loud, needy, broken.

“please… please let me finish inside again. wanna give it to you. wanna see it drip out after—”

you press your hand to the arm around your throat and whisper, “tighten it.”

he freezes. “you sure?”

“yes.”

the squeeze comes soft at first, just enough to make your breath stutter. then a little more. your vision dims at the edges. your cunt clenches hard.

he groans—high, desperate, barely holding on—his cock pulsing thick and twitching deep inside as he spills. it’s hot. wet. a slow, sticky flood that fills you so full it bubbles out around the base, dripping down your thighs and onto the bed.

his arm is still around your neck. his body’s still pressed tight against your back, flushed and trembling, cock still lodged inside you, too thick to slip out even soft.

“made such a mess,” he breathes, staring down at where he’s buried. “you’re so pretty like this… leakin’ all over me.”

"You ready?" You called, opening the door on your daughter's side and quickly moving to unlock her seatbelt and the puzzle-like straps of her car seat. 

She nodded, already buzzing.

"You think I should have brought drinks?" Lion questioned from the front, taking the keys from the ignition with shaky hands. "Maybe I should have brought a board game? Or some beach balls—"

"Beach balls?"

"Yeah, for the kids to play with. I don't know." 

"Baby, you're fine. They will like you." You assured him, "Besides, my aunts usually bring games every time we have this event. Don't worry about it." 

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," you rolled your eyes playfully, unclicking the contraption finally and then pulling your daughter into your arms. "I'm sure." 

You've been with Lion for a few years now, first as friends. Meeting through a mutual friend who thought you two would hit it off instantly. It did, but it took a while.

You thought he was cute, a little shy, charming in a way that was hard not to notice, but you didn't think he truly liked you. You've never dated, never given men the chance in fear of yourself. Going for so long without knowing what being in love felt, what being wanted felt like, can certainly break someone's perception of reality. 

He gave you hints, small texts, and suggestions that you took at face value. Assuming he was being friendly. 

Then on your birthday, he was the first to come to you, holding a gift box in his hand— a pretty silver necklace resting inside that you've been eyeing forever. 

You almost couldn't believe it. 

"You're fucking with me." You gasped, taking the box from his hand with a huge smile plastered on your face. 

Something changed that day. You eyed him more. Noticed how often he catered to your well-being. Couldn't believe what was right under your nose even if it hit you in the face and stated it in plain English. 

A lot more texting, a few nights out, one drunk incident that led to you both coming back to your place and the rest is history. 

Your daughter? 

Well, she was new. sitting pretty at two years old and a love for anything that moved faster than her.

You didn't plan her, but she wasn't a mistake either. She was the result of two people in love and you wouldn't have it any other way. 

"You're doing it again." You pointed out, noticing Lion mumbling under his breath as you both walked up the stairs to get to the pavilion that was on the other side of the park. 

"Shit— Maybe I should go to that store we passed by and see what they have."

"That store was 30 minutes from here." 

"If I leave now, I can be back in time—"

"If you leave now, you'll miss out on all the fun," You grabbed his shoulders and stopped walking, forcing him to halt immediately. "Baby, you're going to be fine. I promise."

"What if they don't like me?"

"My mom likes you, that's all that matters to me. If anybody else says something, I'll respectfully curse them out." 

"You can't do that."

"Who says I can't?"

Lion sighed through his nose. "I'm trying to make a good impression. And I want your family— your entire family— to like me."

You smiled softly, rubbing light circles against his shoulder with your thumb. "Not everybody is going to like you, the same way I don't like your annoying ass brother."

"Hey—"

"But that doesn't mean I hate him, and it doesn't mean they will hate you. They may have different opinions but they're not the ones dating you with a two-year-old who gives us a run for our money." 

Lion swallowed, sighing to himself again. "Okay, okay. I get it."

"Hey, it's alright. My family can be intimidating, I know that first hand," you cupped his cheek. "but you're a charmer. I promise you'll fit in." 

He nodded slowly, reaching for your hand to kiss your palm. "Sorry, I just … don't want to disappoint you." 

"I'm over disappointments, baby. We're locked in forever." You moved your daughter from your hip, signaling for him to hold his hands out and you passed her over to him. "And you have a cute daughter. Use her to your advantage." 

He looked offended, "Are you telling me to bribe my way into your family with my kid?" 

"Yup! Now let's go before I die of heat stroke. The sun is burning me up!" 

The first person who greeted you was your mom who was sitting on the bench with a handheld fan pointed to her neck. She wasn't doing anything, listening to the 90s song that was blaring through the large Bluetooth speakers someone brought— but the moment she opened her eyes she jumped out of her seat to greet you both. 

"There goes my baby!" She shouted, almost knocking you over with a hug. 

"I thought you said this started at 2?" You chuckled, squeezing her tightly before pulling back. 

"I did. You know how we are. Can't show up on time for nothing." She turned, smiling widely. "And look at my other baby— you hungry?" 

Your daughter giggled, squealing when your mom tickled her nose. 

"I'm hungry too," Lion added in, laughing when he earned a small shove from you. 

"Oh I know," your mom said with her brow raised. "I ain't never seen a boy like you so skinny but can eat the whole table. Where you find this one at again?" She teased you. 

"On the streets, begging like a lost puppy." He joked and you shoved him again. 

Your mother laughed along with you all. "I can believe it. Come on, I brought my homemade sweet potato pie." 

…

It didn't take long for your folks to show up. All carrying different assortments of food, games, or tableware. They came in like waves, quick hollers and special greetings dedicated to whoever was the closest. 

You meet a few of your aunts and uncles, cousins from your mom's side, cousins on your dad's side— cousins from all over the place you haven't seen in forever. 

You hugged them all the same, sending compliments that never seemed to end. 

"I heard you had a baby!" a few of them exclaimed, looking around your legs like one would appear suddenly. 

"Yeah, she's somewhere around here with her dad. Probably at the park." 

"Aww, you gotta show me her! Your mom said she was a bundle of joy." 

"Oh, she is." You agreed. "A joy and a nightmare to have."

"Aren't they all?" 

After the fourth cousin asking you about your daughter and boyfriend specifically, it dawned on you that you hadn't seen either of them for about 30 minutes since everyone started popping up. 

Odd. 

You excused yourself to go find your plus one, looking around at the few familiar faces who were also lounging at the park, watching their kids tumble over dirt and roll down the slide. 

You almost missed them until you saw your kid giggling uncontrollably, running straight past you and into the turtle tube that was the perfect place to hide. 

"Sweetheart, where'd you go? Daddy's gonna get—" he paused when he saw your stern face, squinting with your lips pulled into a frown. 

"Oh."

"Oh is right. Where have you been?"

"Hide and seek." He said, like it should make sense, walking past you to look under the tube. You heard your daughter's voice echoing inside, light gasps and laughter bouncing off the walls. 

"There she is! Daddy's gonna eat her right up—"

"Lion."

His voice dropped from that playful pitch, "What?"

"You're avoiding my family."

"I'm not."

"You are."

"We're burning up steam." He pulled your daughter from under the tube, her feet kicking up a storm while she threw her body around in a fit of joy. "You know how wild she gets when she eats your mom's pie." 

"I said use your daughter to gain their favor, not to use her as an excuse to stay at the park."

He dusted off her dress with his hand, avoiding eye contact with you. "I wasn't doing that."

"Sure. But you still have to come back. I gotta introduce you to my aunts." 

"What if I don't want to meet your aunts?"

You couldn't believe how stubborn he was, rolling excuses off his tongue so easily, it made a vein in your temple pulse. "Walter Kaminski, don't make me get started—"

"Okay! Okay, fine." he huffed, putting your daughter on the ground. He made sure she was perfectly balanced on both legs before letting go but she still ended up tipping sideways, hitting the ground with a soft thud. 

You crossed your arm. "Don't give me that attitude." 

"What attitude?" He said, voice dropping again. His pretty blue eyes stared into your own. 

You knew what trick he was playing. 

It won't work. 

"The one you're giving me right now."

Your daughter looked up at both of you, giggling uncontrollably. 

"You're gonna go up there, act as if you belong and everything will be fine."

"Walk up there? Act as if I belong?" He repeated back, raising a brow. "That easy?" 

"That's what I said, didn't I?"

He mumbled something under his breath, reaching down again to pick up his daughter who started reaching for one of you to pick her up. 

"What was said?"

"Nothing." He grumbled. 

"That's what I thought." You linked your arm with his, the one that wasn't holding your daughter tight on his hips, and pulled him towards the party. 

"Smile, shake hands, show them how good a father you are." 

The closer you got, the more his jaw locked tighter. 

"My family aren’t sharks, that's reserved for people who wrong us. So far, you've done nothing but make me the happiest person in the world." 

"What… What if—"

"You'll be fine." You interjected, breaking his worry with a light press against his side. "I'll be with you every step of the way." 

The ones who arrived late welcomed you both in, quickly chatting away at the mouth about how big you've grown. 

"Oh look at you! Your face hasn't changed in years!" Your aunt beamed, kissing your cheek. 

You haven't seen her in a few years. She moved off to California, usually visiting when a funeral is involved. She's your mom's youngest sister, the baby of the bunch. "I swear, you took your mama's face!"

"I get that a lot." You laughed. 

Your daughter, who was sitting in Lion’s arm jutting in boredom, started to whine. 

"And who might this be?" 

"Didn't I tell you? That's my baby's baby." Your mom joined in, sucking her teeth. "I told you on the phone!"

"What?! I thought she was going to be an infant, not a—"

"Two-year-old." You added. 

"Why hasn't anybody told me?!" 

"I tell you every month, Shonda." 

Your aunt rolled her eyes. "I thought you were talking about Ruth's daughter, the one with 18 kids—"

"She has 6." 

"Might as well be 18 of em' and multiply that by three and carry the one— she got a whole football team!" She hollered. "Four different baby daddies, a car that one of them drives around leaving her with no gas at the end of the day— I would have beat the bricks off of mine if they turned out that way." 

Lion looked at you with the funniest expression in the world. Confusion drawn into his face that made your mom laugh. 

"Shonda, can't go around telling people's business like that."

"Why, we're all family. We all know what she's like." 

You and your mom glanced at Lion and Shonda immediately shut her mouth. 

"Who's this?"

Lion cleared his throat, alternating his daughter to his other hip, reaching his hand out for a handshake. "I-I'm Lion."

"Lion? Colorful nickname." 

He nodded slightly. "Y-Yeah."

"Aunt Shonda, this is my boyfriend." 

"Boyfriend?" She looked between you two and then your daughter. "Ooooh," She smirked slightly, "you're the one who made my sister an old grandma." 

"Girl! You were a grandma before me!" 

"Don't even try it."

They both started to argue. 

"Mom, I'm gonna show Lion around."

Your statement didn't get past either. 

You pulled Lion towards the drink station, searching for a juice packet. 

"Your Aunt is… something." 

"Yeah, she's the stuck-up side of my family. Her husband owns a company in Cali, thinks she's all that." 

"I can see that."

You pulled the straw away, removing the plastic and inserting it into the hole. "But she's nice, she sends money on holidays," You handed it off to your daughter who immediately snatched it away, sipping it down. "She sent me that cute lip gloss you said smelled like pineapples." 

"The 90-dollar one?!"

"That's her." 

Lion followed closely while you searched through the tables, making a plate for yourself and for the little one who kept pointing at the food while she drank her juice.

Just like her daddy, she loved to eat. 

You stacked it with macaroni and grilled chicken. Hot dogs and a burger, some potato salad, cornbread, and collard greens. And a slice of homemade red velvet cake. 

You passed by a table filled with your uncles and cousins who were playing cards. Small pocket change resting in the middle. A few Ones and fives, and a large twenty sitting as the grand prize of it all. 

"Hey!" Your uncle called out, waving you over. "We need an extra player— your cousin Joe left to go get his kids from eating the dirt at the park." 

"Sorry, I have a kid to feed—" 

"Come on, we got 50 dollars on the line." 

With this, this was the perfect opportunity for Lion to ease up. 

" I know someone who can fill in."

Lion was quick to walk away before you yanked him back by the collar. 

"Damn, you scared of us?" Your uncle laughed, "we not gon rob your lil' ass. We playing spades." 

Lion came shuffled back, a few stares on him made his nerves shake. "N-No, I didn't mean that—"

"I'm kidding boy, sit down, have a drink."

"I don't know how to play."

"I'll teach ya." 

Lion gulped, looking towards you for help. 

"Man," Lion sighed all dramatic like. "My kid is mighty hungry, ain't she?" He directed at you. 

You smiled. "Yup, she sure is. Good thing I know how to feed her." 

His face deflated. 

You took her into your arms while steadying a plate in one hand, used to multitasking and dealing with a grown man and a child. 

Your uncle made space on the bench, giving Lion room to slip in. "What's your name white boy?"

"Lion."

"Lion? Y'all sure got some funny names."

"It's um, actually Walter—"

"Even worse!" He chuckled, shaking his head. "Y'all named the lil' kid Bear or some shit?" 

Lion looked towards you one last time, like an animal looking to escape its cage. "N-No—"

"Don't worry kid, watch my hands, you'll be okay. Pay attention to that fucker to your left cause he likes to cheat."

"Man, fuck you." Your cousin jumped. 

"Ya mama."

The table erupted in a fit of laughter. 

"Don't be scared, we don't bite." Your uncle slapped Lion’s back with a heavy thud and he coughed uncontrollably. 

"Don't break the boy before we start, Mike!" Your cousin warned. 

"My bad lil' Cub— you okay?"

Lion caught his breath, nodding slightly. 

"Sorry about that, I used to box back in the day. Still got that heavy hit running through me." 

Lion seemed to perk up at that. 

"Uncle Mike, Lion here used to box." You chimed in. 

"Ohhhh," Your uncle smirked. "Did he now? Whatchu know about boxing, cub?" He elbowed Lion. 

"Probably more than you."

It left Lion's mouth so fast he didn't have time to correct himself. 

The table went silent, a few of them looking back and forth between each other. 

Lion almost shit his pants. 

"Hell yeah— white boy, you got a slick mouth. We need that in this game, these Fucks don't know how to play for real." He took the stack of cards and shuffled them in his hands. "We starting! All or nothing!" your uncle shouted, "y'all better not cheat or I'm lightin' all of y'all asses up!" 

They started, already talking back to one another. Throwing insults and curses into the air in a messy chaotic game of "whose dick was bigger". 

Despite Lion's worries, all doe eyes and wry lips, he blended in with them. Laughing about a joke your uncle made— noting how quick he was with dropping down cards. 

He showed him how to play, giving tips and pointers that Lion received with quick nods and grunts. 

"See, you gettin' the hang of it." He praised, earning a slight flush to Lions cheeks. 

"White boy turning red." Your other cousin pointed out. 

"Y'all know how white people turn into a tomato when it gets too hot outside." 

Lion sent a retort back that earned a few ohhhs and ahhhs— the type of remark that could step on some toes but nobody minded. 

He didn't look back for you, barely turned when your daughter called for him— he was deep into the family game like he belonged. 

Because he did belong. 

"Have fun." You sang, leaving to find a table for you to sit at. 

…

The drive back was filled with soft music, quiet snores from both of your babies who were tucked into their seats— tired from eating and playing all day. 

You tapped your fingers against the steering wheel, shuffling through a few soundtracks that alternated from R&B to Pop— even hip-hop. Brandy, Beyoncé, OutKast— anything to keep you from dozing off yourself. 

By the time you got home, nobody moved. 

You had to tap Lion a few times and he woke up with a heavy yawn. 

"We're home," you whispered, reaching to push a few strands of his hair back against his forehead. "Poor baby, my family wore you out, huh?"

He grumbled, saying something incoherent and you tapped him back into consciousness again 

"I'll take her out, you go and get settled. The leftovers have to be in the fridge." 

He sniffed, nodding to you and unbuckling his seat belt to get out. 

You worked your way through the straps of the car seat, cursing at how difficult it always is for you to unbuckle them. 

Your daughter was flat as a rock, not even moving when you picked her up and laid her head down on your shoulders. 

You locked the car doors, made your way inside, and you heard the shower running, no doubt Lion trying to scrub the sweat off his skin from tumbling in the dirt with your Uncle earlier. 

They both had to show each other up. 

You took your daughter to the guest bathroom, her clothes and towel in one hand, still knocked out in the other, and you woke her up slowly by brushing her hand against her back. Cooing softly for her to wake up.

It took some time but you got her washed, deciding to undress and join her in the showers. Once you were done, you called out for Lion to take her, asking if he could put her back to bed and he did it without a complaint. 

Usually, he did, but your family truly knocked him out of all of his back talk. 

After washing, finding some fresh clothes, and slicking yourself up with lotion and oil— you found Lion sitting on the couch with the TV on. The volume was low but the subtitles were flying across the screen. 

“Can’t take my eyes off of you for one second.” You teased, walking around the couch to sit down beside him, tucking yourself under his arms with ease. You sighed softly when he maneuvered himself to get comfortable while holding you. 

"You know your daughter is asleep?" You said, unsure why he had a kids movie playing, and refused to switch the channel. 

"But it's Kung Fu Panda." He whined. 

"You're so childish."

"You like your sexy movies filled with your favorite actors— and I like my kids' cartoons."

"I thought my family ran that mouth off of you— looks like you just rested it." 

"Watch your mouth," he grinned, "or I'll put something on you." 

"And they rubbed off on you too." 

You cuddled against him, listening to his soft breathing. Watching the movie with boredom. After a few minutes of the villain kicking ass, showing the audience how powerful he was, you felt a burst of comfort wash over you. 

“You know," you started, turning to lay half way in his lap. "My cousins said you were good.”

"Which ones?" 

"All of em', my aunts too." You reached up to scratch under his stubble and he melted into your embrace like butter. 

"Really?"

You hummed. "A few of my aunts and uncles said you have the prettiest eyes— a lot of my little cousins said you got a cute smile."

"Sounds like competition."

"Oh, it definitely is." 

He kissed your forehead, pulling you tight to his chest.

"You did all that worrying for nothing. Now look at you? Part of the family." 

He rolled his eyes, chewing his bottom lip. "When's the next gathering?"

"Why? So you can go flirt with my Uncle?"

He huffed a laugh, pinching your thigh playfully. "Don't be jealous he's more interesting than you. 

"Not jealous— worried that you'll only stick around cause of my kid and your new bestie." 

"I love your kid, I think your Uncle is fun. I'm not going to stick around for two people who can most definitely jump me sooner or later and not have backup." He clicked his teeth, "even if one of them was made by us." 

He was only joking but it made your face heat up instantly. 

You weren't sure what it was that he said, you weren't even sure if the joke was what made your body react, but you looked up at him with sparkles in your eyes and a heavy ache in your chest you've felt for a while. 

"What?" He questioned, noticing how quiet you gone. 

"Nothing…thinking."

"About?"

"Us." 

He reached for the remote from the table beside the couch and turned the TV off. 

"Did all that worrying about me, guess it's my turn to worry about you?" 

"I'm sorry," 

"For what?"

You sat up, following Lion's lead when he pulled you to straddle his lap. Your thighs caging his hips and your chest pressed against his. 

He tilted his head, blue eyes wandering over your face in confusion. 

"I think about us a lot, and her. What we're doing and how things played out."

"And?"

"And seeing you bond with my family was great. It made me happy."

"But?"

You looked away. "There isn't a but, not specifically. I'm just doubting things that may or may not happen." 

He pursed his lips. "You think I'm gonna leave you for someone else?"

"I don't know. Maybe? Maybe not."

"Fuck out of here— you really think I'm that low?"

"No. Not you," you sighed heavily. "Forget it."

Before you could pull away, he grabbed the back of your neck with his large hands, turning you to face him again. 

"Can't drop all that and then decide to try and run away." 

"Lion."

He said your name with full weight. "Don't get me started." He mocked your common phrase, with a neck roll too— earning an offended gasp from you. 

"I don't sound like that!"

"Yeah, you do, all full of attitude when you can't have your way with me." 

"Don't make me—"

He pulled you in suddenly for a kiss, his lips mashing against yours like Play-Doh. You instantly forget what you were going to say, moaning into the kiss when he turned your head to the side to deepen it. 

He pulled back, a whiny moan slipped from your mouth, and his lips ghosted over yours— refusing to give you what you wanted so easily. 

"You're my world— gave me a second life that I never thought was possible. I'm not sure what I'd be doing if I didn't have you and her."

"Stop," you tried to lean in to kiss him but he held you back firmly. "You're just saying that."

"I fucking mean that." 

Your heart jumped. 

His eyes held yours. 

And you both basked in the silence, The atmosphere light. 

You couldn't stop your thighs from crushing against his hips, an involuntary action that he noticed straight away. 

"You got her face,” He grinned, leaning in to press a light kiss against your neck. "And her eyes, and her laugh—"

"She's got my face." You mumbled, "I'm the blueprint." 

His lips tracked up until he kissed you fully again, his free hand wandering over your backside, slowly dropping towards your ass to give it a light squeeze. 

You giggled lightly, slapping his chest playfully. 

"Baby— she's asleep— "

"I know— fuck, I know." He breathed, sliding his hand down to meet your hips, letting them dip under your shirt to feel your warm skin. "She's a hard sleeper, she could probably sleep through a hurricane." 

"But this isn't a hurricane, it's her parents getting freaky on the couch."

"That's like a hurricane."

"Please don't compare us fucking to a Hurricane." 

"We got wind, water, rapid speeds—"

You slapped his chest harder this time. "Boy, shut up." 

He ignored your insult by pulling your shirt up halfway, maneuvering his hand to dip under your nightgown. 

"Lion—"

“Want another one—" He looked at you like you held the moon and stars. "A baby who looks like you and me.”

"Your daughter just turned two—" you squeaked, feeling his teeth catch against skin. 

"Two years sounds perfect." He pulled you down into him, kissing along your cheek. 

"H-How far apart are you and your brother again?"

"Ten years," He slipped his hand into your underwear to feel heat press against his fingers. "That's too long for me." 

You moaned softly, catching your weight against his shoulders while his hands got to work quickly, rolling the pads of his fingers over your clit.

"F-Fuck— w-wait—"

"Need you to stay right here, wanna watch you come on my fingers." 

You rocked your hips forward, pressing down on his hand while he followed your every step. Kissing along your jawline, slipping two fingers into your wet pussy that was already aching so very badly to be filled. 

His free hand caught one of your breasts through the fabric of your gown, squeezing and tugging while his thumb rolled over your nipples in wide circles. 

"B-Baby— I j-just showered— I'm tired—"

His lips found yours again, tongue dragging against each other without a care for your protest. 

He pulled your hips back to grind against his hand, his palm swallowing your cunt— clit rubbing halfway against his wrist. Leaving a trail of wetness that made it easier to grind down faster. 

"Got two pretty girls in my world— don't think I could ever get enough—" he moaned into your mouth, curling his fingers to feel your walls contract around him.

You cried out, biting his lip accidentally but he didn't break free— in fact, he welcomed it. Groaning under you. 

"L-Lion— fuckk— t-too much—"

"Don't care— w-wanna feel you," He slipped another finger in— three that made your cunt cry and you came on him. Rocking your hips with quick jerks. Moaning his name in hushed pants. 

When he pulled his fingers away, letting you sit up from his lap, you were already working his jogger pants down. barely tugging them down his thighs. Biting your lips with anticipation when he pulled the fabric of your underwear to the side with slicked fingers, using the hand that was on your hips to angle his flushed tip to your entrance. 

"Thought you were too tired?" He grinned, taking in your trembling form while you lowered yourself to sit on his cock. 

"S-Shut up—oh."

The stretch was always so daunting. 

No matter how many times you two got intimate. You could never get used to the size of him. 

You thought after having a baby it would loosen something— Hell, you hoped it would make your pussy into a dome. 

But God got a kick out of making you suffer. 

The more you lowered yourself, the more your tummy burned— thinking back on that night he clumsily took your virginity without even knowing the next morning until you told him. 

You sucked it up then, not wanting to ruin the moment— now? You sent waves of curses that made Lion scared to stop you. 

"Easy— E-Easy," he groaned heavily, your walls catching around him in a tight fist. "Don't force yourself—"

"Y-Your not the— fucking— o-ne — being penetrated—" you gasped, "I pushed out a—" you bucked your hips, legs tensing. "H-Heavy ass baby— and what— do I get for it?"

"A cute ass daughter." He answered, but he gulped when you eyed him with a cracked smile. 

Once you were finally seated— you panted like you were done running a marathon. Relaxing around him. Hoping that the thickness will ease soon. 

His thumb pressed against your clit and you popped his hand. Sending a quick yelp from his mouth. 

"T-Too— sensitive."

"You gotta move— lemme help." 

"No—"

He held you tight while he slouched down on the couch, the angle perfect for him to use his legs to fuck up into you. Leaving you to squat on him the whole time and not worry about moving at all. 

"G-Gonna move—" he panted, holding your hips with both hands, pulling at the soft skin of fat. 

"W-Wait—"

"Done waiting— wanna take you r-right now." 

He pulled you up, your forehead knocking against his and he brought you down steadily, moaning softly at the new friction— sucking in a breath when your nails dug into his shoulders. 

"F-Fuck— hold on to me— don't let go—" 

He continued to bring you down steadily, gaining a rhythm that made soft moans drip from your mouth and into his ears. He stared up at your twisted expression of pleasure, feeling you pulse around his cock— heat building in his chest with how fucking hot you were. 

How did he ever make a kid with you? 

"L-Lion— you're too b-big—" you gasped softly, resting your forehead against his instead, letting him rock up into your tight cunt like it was made for him. "G-Gonna split m-me open—"

He nodded, not sure what he was agreeing to, but he liked the thought of both. A permanent reminder that you were locked with him forever. 

"Y-Yeah? I know baby— I know your greedy pussy c-can't handle me—" he beamed with sick pride, bringing your hips down faster. "Got your mind all twisted— can't get me out of your head—"

"J-Jesus— Lion—"

“Gonna fuck you raw— make sure it t-takes—“ he brought you down harder, slipping in with familiar ease, face curling with warmth when he looked between your bodies to see a slick web pop connect over and over. “shhitt— that’s it—take me all the wayyyy in" he cursed under his breath. "Feels like forever—"

Your walls stretch to accommodate him, thighs spreading further to feel him deeper. "W-We did it last week—"

"Too—fucking— long." He snapped. 

Your pussy stuttered around him, begging for mercy— crying on him in wet drips and pulses that he took as a reward for fucking you perfectly. 

“W-Wanna have another kid with your eyes— your f-fucking nose.” He groaned, bringing your hips down to meet his lap— not breaking his hypnotizing speed. "G-Gonna fuck— fucking— fuckkk— a baby into you— keep you all to myself—"

"D-Don't stop—" you groaned. Feeling his cock dig into your stomach with unrelenting punches against your pretty little cervix. 

“Girl or a b-boy— doesn't fucking matter—" he squeezed your hips tighter, forcing you to take him down in one go before pulling you up to catch around his swollen tip.

You almost screamed, thighs shaking with tremors, until he quickly covered your mouth. Feeling your voice vibrate against his palm. 

He slammed you down into his lap, felt your voice shake, and waited until you begged for him to keep going with his hips moving on their own. 

His hands were back on you again, wet slaps echoing between your bodies. His hips ramming into you making you dizzy with pleasure and heavy need. 

"W-Want you to be their momma—“ he panted. 

And your cunt pulsed before you could stop it. 

Lion grinned, all teeth and ego boasted to 100 degrees. “Shit baby— You like that, huh?" He teased. "Like being called momma even when our kid isn't here?" 

Your face burned. Tension building in your stomach at every hard knock against your walls. "S-Shut up—" you whined, biting your lower lip— quickly tucking your head between his shoulders to lower the damage done. 

"My baby embarrassed?" He laughed, his voice twisting when you squeezed around him. 

"Your s-so annoying— fuckk— you’re so—" 

"I- I know. I know—" he groaned out loud when your pussy came down on him in heavy blows that made his head spin.

He hooked one arm under your thighs to spread you open further, his cock digging a new womb into your stomach and you couldn't take it anymore. 

"Shit— shit— shit—" you chanted, unable to find any words to describe what you were feeling. "H-Holy fuckkk— oh goddd— I'm gonna— L-Lion—" you screamed into his shoulders, biting down on his shirt like a rabid dog. 

"K-Keep calling me— there you go— feel me all the way in there baby?" he trembled, the tip of his cock punching against your cervix like it was angry that you were made just for him. 

He didn't give you a warning. 

Didn't send a notice. 

He didn't need to.

You couldn't get rid of him anyways. 

He shuddered under you and came with a long drawn out growl, still slamming your hips down to milk himself dry— not caring how swollen you were with him already. 

Your pussy was filled to the brim with him, warm and inviting, your body stirring up some kind of relief that it did its job. That it held out for so long to feel him beat against your walls with milky white. 

He didn't say anything during that, nothing but soft moans and groans, planting light kisses against your mouth that you accepted fully— his hips still rutting into you, trying to catch the last of his orgasm. 

You both rested there on the couch, intertwined together like messy cable cords that refused to untangle. Sweat mixed together— a shameful wet splatter in his lap from over stimulation. 

Tiredness rolled over your body in soft waves. 

He rested your knees back down on the couch, refusing to sit up, cock finding a home in your swollen cunt. 

When he finally spoke, it came out small and raspy. Low enough for you to only hear. "Did…um, Did I over do it?" 

You shook your head, breathing against his neck in small dips. "You did good." 

He rubbed soothing circles over your hips. "Should we start picking out names?"

His question made you jump. 

"Wait— you were serious about that?"

He tilted his head. "What else?"

" Lion… I don't know— I mean, I love my daughter but a second one?" You almost got whiplash when you sat up, still hovering over him. "My body hasn't fully recovered yet."

He moved his hand to run along the stretch marks gracing your stomach, all in different sizes and shades. Some longer than others and slicked in strips traveling down below your belly. 

"Your body is perfect— you carried to full term—"

"Yeah, but it was hell getting there. I gained weight, dropped it— my blood pressure kept sky rocketing every other month—"

"But you did it."

You looked at him like he had grown two heads. 

"You gave me a beautiful baby girl— showed me what being a dad is like. Showed me what being loved is like." He pulled your hands into his, sitting up with you perched in his lap, threading your fingers together. "I want to build a family with you." 

Your eyes went wide. 

"I love you." 

You chewed the inside of your mouth, looking down between your bodies. Eyes catching at the sweat and heat linger on both of your skins. 

You were quiet for a second, mulling over the many different scenarios that could play out if you said no…or yes. 

" I…I love you too," you pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth. "But…"

Lion felt his heart ache. 

You squeezed your hand around his, assuring him. "Let's…plan this one. Okay? For real this time."

He nodded slowly, a little upset, but your smile brought his own to tug at his lips. 

"Maybe I shouldn't have came inside…" 

"I never told you to stop." 

He leaned in to kiss you, his cock jerking back to life. 

"Lion!" You gasped, "no way— I'm fucking tired."

"I'm not doing that." 

"Who else?"

"It has a mind of its own. I don't tell it what to do." 

"Baby," you puffed a breath of air. "Shut. Up." 

But today, you decided to stay in rather than joining Remmick's hunt. Not that you minded, you could last a few days without blood if you wanted to. So you tucked yourself into bed and read a book while you waited for Remmick to get back. You simply just weren't in the mood to get your hands dirty.

That brings your attention back to the front door. It must be Remmick, who just finished killing and spilling some poor soul's guts a few miles away. He would always come back drenched in blood, and you'd force him off his dirty clothes and wipe his mouth after. Being a blood sucking vampire is one thing, but being messy and soaking blood all over the house was another. It was the same as tracking mud all over the place. You're a vampire too, but you appreciate your cleanliness.

You open the door after getting up from your way-too comfortable bed. And there's Remmick, in clean clothes, and a... Bouquet of flowers? It looked like some of the petals fell off, though, hinting there was a sign of a struggle. But you couldn't help but smile at the sight. It was very unlike him to finish a kill clean.

"Evenin', darling." He grins at you, baring his teeth, which were human-like and no longer like a vampire's. An attempt at looking innocent, perhaps? His arm was held over his head, his elbow leaning against the doorframe. This scene was all too familiar and it was like he was courting you all again. You couldn't help but stifle a laugh under your sleeve at the scene before you.

"Evenin', Remmick." You played along, as much as you resisted, a smile was itching upwards on your lips. "You're lookin' mighty fine this time of night, miss." He flirts, eyeing you up and down deviously. You couldn't help the smile on your face anymore and ran your fingers up and down the door frame in amusement for something to do with your hands. You didn't know what there was to look at, but he did looked at you in many ways that made your heart aflutter.

"You talk to all girls like this?" You gazed up at him through your lashes. His smirk widens at your teasing, then leans forwards, even closer to you, as if to tell you a secret. "Course not, babydoll. There's simply no pretty girls like you out for thousands of miles." He exaggerates, opening his arms wide with the bouquet still in hand, making you laugh at his antics, and his eyes softened at the sweet symphony of it.

"And that?" You gestured to the flowers, which were actually roses. But they were definitely dying from being tussled around a lot and with no water. "Why, I picked it all by myself. It's for you, of course." He answers proudly, but you could tell from everything else, and from the scent of blood on him, he definitely did kill someone for it. He holds the bouquet out for you to take and you take it gingerly as the flowers were still fragile.

"Which lover boy did you steal this from?" You giggled, keeping your eyes on the roses as you gently touched them and took the smell of it in. Yet it wasn't as interesting as his smell. You looked back up at him and saw that he was still looking at you, making you feel a warmth rising in your chest to your cheeks.

"Didn't steal it." He shrugged, "Got them fair and square— and nearly died in the process. But it was worth the risk to see that smile of yours." He licks his lips as he watches you cover your smile with the bouquet. "C'mon, don't hide. I wanna see you." He pushes the bouquet away gently and moves his face closer to yours.

"No lover boy 'round here but me." He murmurs just a breath away, his eyes were set onto your lips, then flicks it back up to your gaze. “Will you let me in?” He asked, and though his tone was playful, there was a sense of yearning in it that made his impatience feel more like longing than demand.

"I don't know..." You started, trying to act seriously but your eyes flickered with mischief. "Heard there were people disappearing around these parts, lately. Can't be too careful with just anyone." Your grin grew wider when he gave you a deadpanned look, yet a hint of amusement across his face betrayed him. "I'm just teasing, Remmick. Come in." You laughed as his eyes immediately softened and shifted into desperation, like every part of him needed to touch you, kiss you, hold you.

He was onto you like honey, his gaze never once broke from yours. He closed the door behind him with his foot as he followed you inside. Every step you took backward, he matched, slow and relentless, until the edge of the table was pressed against your back. You set the flowers behind you onto the table, never once breaking eye contact.

"I'm afraid you just invited a hungry vampire into your home, miss." His tone was low and sultry that sent your mind spiraling. With a crooked grin, he wraps his arms around your waist as you kept your hands on the edge of the table behind you. "Oh no.. Did I? What'll he do to me?" You pouted, but you couldn't help yourself beaming at him when he just kept looking at you with such longing.

"From what I heard, this vampire likes to start with the neck." He murmurs. And true to his word, he's on your neck, kissing, licking, biting your skin gently. You moaned at the sensation and craned your neck further to let him get every bit of you.

His lips trailed up the curve of your throat slowly, every kiss lingering longer than the last, every brush of his tongue pulling a shiver from you. He looks up at you through his lashes from down your throat, and continues his false tale. "They say he always leaves a bite..." He inches upwards, till he was just a fan away from your lips. His eyes flick from yours to your lips. "Right here."

In a blink, he kisses you, hungrily. And you let him. It was your first kiss of the night, and it was already making your thighs clench together against him.

His arms, which were on your waist, rode up your sides as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. The kiss was soft at first, but the hunger in him deepened it. His tongue slips in, no longer seeking permission from you.

Your tongues were tangling in a rhythm, leaving you utterly breathless. Your hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer, chasing the taste of him like you’d never get enough. The heat of his tongue and the way he kissed you like you were the only thing that mattered—every second branded you his.

Maybe it was the scent of blood on him that drove you crazy. It was like a cologne, only it didn’t make you breathe in at the heavenly scent, but it made you teeth ache. Your hunger for it tangled with your desperation for him, each breath pulling you closely together till you were practically welded together.

With your desperation, you haphazardly undid his buttons, still kissing him with all your desire. He laughs against your mouth from how impatient you were. When he was unbuttoned, he quickly shrugged off his shirt, moving his hand to open your blouse as well. But he never once stops feeling you up, only needing one hand to unbutton the only few buttons hiding your satin brassiere.

When you were only in your undergarments, he latches his mouth onto your collarbone, kissing every bit of your skin sinfully.

Amidst the kisses, you felt his manhood pressing against your thigh, desperate to be freed from its confinements. You were about to unbuckle his belt for him, but he caught your hands. "Let me treat you first." He simply says, kissing your palms.

He pushes down your skirt and underwear in one fell swoop, tired of seeing you hiding behind your clothes. He sets you onto the table you were leaning against, till you were in front of him, sitting so pretty and bare. He leans down and presses soft kisses just above your cunt, before leaning back up to kiss your neck and placing his fingers onto your sex. You jolt at the feeling, but stay put to let him continue.

The cold nipped at your skin, making you desperate to be close to him, to his radiating body heat. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders till his head was nestled onto your neck. His fingers weren't in you, but were rubbing them in a circular motion, stimulating you to a high. You whined out of pleasure, pulling him closer to you as he gently soothes you in your ear. It was like he was hugging you, comforting you despite overstimulating you with his fingers.

Before you knew it, he slips a digit into your entrance, and another, prepping you specially for him later. To get you wet. His thumb was supporting his fingers just above your cunt, occasionally rubbing circles on it whenever you whimpered out of pleasure. His fingers were slow, so good, you were bucking your hips to get him impossibly closer to you.

You were wet, drenched and just about to reach your climax when he suddenly slips his fingers out of you, laughing softly as you whined. "Go on, then." He murmurs. He's not playing a role anymore, no more false tales no more jokes. He wanted to be with you, in you, connected with you. He was standing between your legs, shirtless with a throbbing cock begging to be freed and you're just in your brassiere, sweaty and panting. The scene was just too erotic and dirty.

Upon his approval you immediately fixed your hands onto his belt, unbuckling and slithering the belt out the hoops. As you were pulling his pants down, he was licking your slick off of his fingers, similar to a cat finishing its meal. You threw his belt somewhere, you don't know where, but it clanked against the wooden floors, long forgotten. You pulled down his pants, setting his pretty cock free from its constraints, it was already leaking precum all over it's head.

When your body trembled beneath his touch and the sight of it, he lifted his head, eyes dark and tender all at once, searching your gaze as if to seek permission without words. You nodded feverishly, so he breathes in and guides his length against your wet heat, teasing the entrance until your breath hitched. And then, with a gentle roll of his hips, he eased into you. Slow, deliberate, filling you inch by inch until you clung to him, both of you shuddering at the closeness.

You gasp in pleasure, and he makes a noise so beautiful at the way you close around him. You could feel all of him. And it felt just as good like the very first time he fucked you. In a few seconds, you were twitching, aching, desperate for him to move, so you rolled your hips to urge him on. He laughs softly at your desperation, but obliges, moving his hips back and forth gently at first.

You clung to him, hugging him close as if you could fuse yourself to his body, urging him deeper with every movement. Occasionally, you let out a shaky breath you didn't know you were holding, and whined whenever he hit a good spot. His pace quickened, and his thrusts became firmer. The pleasure was overwhelming and dizzying, you were in ecstasy.

The flowers behind you were shaking at every thrust against the table and you, but you could care less about that mangy old thing at the moment. The more deep he pushes into you, he buries his head into your neck, not even kissing you anymore simply because he just can't focus on two good things at once.

As he thrusts into you, his hand slides beneath the underside of your brassiere, inch by inch. He doesn’t toy with your breast, doesn’t tease but he simply holds you there, firm and grounding. Like he was using you as a handle while he melts into you. In the rhythm of his movements, his eyes lock with yours and you feel it, the ache of hunger laced with something deeper, something that feels dangerously like love.

His forehead was resting onto yours as you both had laboured breathing. The only sounds sounding around your shared temporary little home were you and Remmick's dirty moans of pleasure, needy whimpers and soft curses when he reached a spot too good for you and him. He's explored you once before, one too many times in fact, but it never feels the same in a good way.

Soon, you were both into your climax. You simply couldn't handle it anymore after the first time when he stopped you from reaching. His thrusts got sloppier, messier as he got closer. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, wanting to feel every inch of him. With one final thrust into you, he shudders as he spills into you, and you around him.

It took him at least a good minute for the both of you to recover, his cock still buried in you. Your heartbeats, which were quick and fast during, slowed down and your breathing became stable. He pulls out slowly, the cold air immediately wafting all over you. It was a sight for sore eyes for Remmick. Your hair was a mess, you don't know how, your breasts were glistening with sweat and you needed a bath.

"Look at you, all wrecked and beautiful. And it's all my fault." He laughs, pushing the hair out your face. He brings you into a breathless kiss, then only pulls away to adjust your brassiere and put your clothes on for you. When you're fully dressed, you cup his cheeks to kiss him, firmer this time. "You talk so big for a man who could barely hold himself."