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He had been following you long enough to learn your schedule; Monday to Friday slogging away at your job that you seemed to hate but refused to leave. Saturday mornings you would go to the local coffee shop religiously and read your books while sipping cold coffee, regardless of the weather.
He'd even gotten close enough to know what kind of book you read. The kind you couldn't pull out on a city bus full of children and older adults, the kind that the bookstore clerks side eyed while checking you out.
The kind with morally questionable love interests who kidnapped the heroine, tied her up, and fucked her until her throat was sore from screaming and his cum leaked out of her.
Remmick thought that was especially interesting.
He didn't even have an issue getting into your apartment, on account of the dumb Welcome mat you had sitting next to the clearly fake rock that hid your housekey.
All he had to do was wait.
"You just have to calm down," Remmick told you, standing in front of you. He had jumped you the second you had walked in the door. Didn't just jump you, no, he grabbed your jaw in such a way that forced your mouth open and spit right into your mouth. He immediately closed it before you could scream or attempt to spit back.
You felt disgusted, violated.
Before you could fully think, he had tied up and dropped you onto the end of the chaise in the living room.
"You jus' gotta wait, darlin'," he said in a poor attempt to calm you down. You tried to think about what he meant by "waiting", but you were having a hard time focusing. You swallowed, forcibly blinked in an attempt to push the brain fog away. Did you leave the heat on when you left this morning?
You didn't feel… right? No, that wasn't quite right, you didn't feel normal. Something felt different, but the longer you tried to pinpoint it, the farther away you got. It felt like you were trying to reach something in a dream. Were your eyes this heavy a minute ago?
Was Remmick this hot when you'd initially seen his face?
"Wha-" You tried to ask, a thin trail of drool falling from your mouth. You felt like it was harder to breathe, harder to think- maybe if you didn't have so many clothes on it wouldn't be this difficult. You tried to squirm, as if you could simply move enough to remove your pants. On a particularly big movement, the seam of your jeans caught you just right, and you stifled a gasp. When the fuck did you get so wet?
You made eye contact with Remmick and found his eyes dialated, mouth slightly open. If you had been more cognizant, you would have recognized the string of drool from his mouth matched the one from yours a moment earlier.
"What's- what's going on?" You managed to breath out, your voice hoarser than you realized. You swallowed again.
"Aw, you're gettin' there darlin', you just needed a lil' help, is all," he said, his thumb stroking your cheek. When did he get so close to you? His fingers were curled around your head and into your hair, but they felt almost… sharper than they should have. Almost like claws.
He was close enough that you could see his eyes were no longer blue but a glowing red, and his teeth were sharper than you initially remember them being.
He was definitely close enought that you could see him pressing into his trousers. This time you audibly gulped, and his eyes followed yours to where you were staring. He chuckled.
"Oh I can definitely help you with that," he said, keeping his hand on your cheek while the other undid his belt. The clicking was the only sound in the room, apart from both of your heavy breathing.
Remmick unzipped and pulled himself out. He was hard as a rock and thick, a bead of precum on the head. Your mouth watered. Before he could move any closer, you spit on him.
He froze for half a second, clearly shocked by your action. He blinked and grinned, his fangs on full display. Your heart skipped a beat and your cunt throbbed.
He moved closer to you, holding himself at the base. He stopped and stared at you purposefully. You huffed and scooched yourself closer and closer, each time the seam of your jeans rubbed your clit just right and you moaned every time it did.
You stuck out your tongue and made contact before your mouth did, tracing a line from underneath, up and around through the slit, catching precum as you went. Remmick moaned loudly. If you didn't have as much brain fog, you might have noticed his self-control slip dramatically.
You didn't waste time, putting your mouth on him as soon as you could, hollowing your cheeks and sucking. His hand flew to your hair and pulled hard, then a little more gentle when you made a noise. You bobbed your head back and forth, taking a little more of him into your mouth each pass. He was bigger than any man you'd ever had before, but you would be damned if you didn't get him all the way in.
Your nose pressed against his skin, and he smelled like sweat and blood and something dark, something that was probably uniquely him. You took a shallow breath through your nose and swallowed.
"Oh fuck," Remmick exclaimed, pulling on your hair. "Nah I'm not cumming anywhere except inside your wet cunt." You throbbed and clenched around nothing, whining.
Before you even knew what was happening, Remmick had picked you up from the chaise and laid you on the hardwood floor. He didn't even bother attempting to undo your pants, and instead slashed them with his claws. In the morning, you'd find scratches that bled on your thighs, but right now you couldn't bring yourself to care about anything other than his cock inside of you.
Contrarily, he gently peeled off your underwear, a thin string of slick sticking to them. You didn't think you'd ever been so wet in your life.
Then he was on top of you, holding himself up with one arm as he lined himself up with the other to slide home. He bent your legs and your knees pressed into your chest. It felt like it was almost hard to breathe in this angle, but you couldn't focus on anything other than how close he was to your cunt.
The tip of his dick caught in you and your breath immediately stuttered, your pussy sucking him inside. He thrust in and out slowly, the same way you had with your mouth, getting deeper and deeper each time, until finally he was completely inside of you. Even with you being as wet as you were, he was big, and it felt like he was deep inside of your chest.
"Oh look at that," he breathed, and you followed with your eyes to where he was staring. He thrust in particularly hard, and your stomach bulged with the weight of him. Your breath caught again.
"Takin' me like you were made fer me," he told you, and thrust again hard, forcing the bulge again. He pressed down with his hand this time, and it hit a spot inside of you that made you see fireworks. You threw your head back onto the hardwood, ignoring the pain that burst forward. He had barely been inside of you, hadn't touched you before that, and already it felt like you were able to cum harder than you ever felt possible.
He moved his hand from your stomach to your clit and circled once, twice, and then you came with a gasp, gushing around his dick and onto his thighs. You made a noise that was vaguely a sob, then a choked out "please don't stop".
"Oh!" Remmick chuckled and tutted, continuing to bully your cunt with his thick dick.
"Oh, I'm keepin' you for sure, darlin'."