Crocman Boyfriend Jasion (complete)

    It’s usually dark as I head home. I’ve gotten used to the late shifts, it’s quiet, and I don’t get the weird stares I usually do. Being a seven-foot-tall croc monster, you’d think people wouldn’t stare. But they do. 

    I take the train in the evenings when I get off work, it’s easier than trying to find a ride because well...no one really wants to pick a guy like me up. Back when I had the morning shift, I used to try and avoid the more crowded areas. Being on the train in the morning made me feel extremely self-conscious about myself.

    I had grown up in a small rural town where mostly everyone was like my family and me. It wasn’t until my mom got a great job that we moved to the city when I was in high school. There were a lot less people like us in the community we moved in to. The suburban area where our house was made me feel like I was in some odd Twilight Zone kind of episode. So much blonde hair, so many bleached teeth.

    Anyways, I’ve learned to cope with things as much as possible. But there is one thing that is bothering me. The girl in the corner of the train.

    Over the past couple of weeks, she’s appeared there every time I’m on the train. She wears the same pastel purple hoodie and always has a cup of coffee between her thighs. She looks at her phone screen, illuminating her soft, rough face. 

    Her eyes are dark brown and beautiful. Well, I mean, so someone so weird that is. I can’t make heads or tails of her. Her hair is usually tied back, but I notice that it’s dyed purple in some places. I don’t know who she is, where she gets on the train or even if she gets off it. For all I know I’m seeing some new ghost who has appeared on the train. Some poor soul who died getting her Starbucks fix.

    Tonight, the purple ghost and I are the only ones on the train. I’m watching her scroll through her phone from the corner of my eye. She has a strange look on her face, she looks sad and shocked. Her eyes are wide and brows pinched in concern. She gasps, placing her hand to her lips. She scrolls faster and then sighs with relief and sinks back into her seat.

    Maybe she’s reading a book or something, I think to myself. I turn away, looking out the window, only able to see the glow of street lamps zoom by.

    “Oh no!” The purple phantom yelps out.

    I look over, seeing her coffee cup is on the ground. Her leggings are soaked, and she’s fanning herself.

    “Excuse me?” Her voice squeaks in my direction. “Do you have any napkins?”

    “Uh-” I flinch as I look at her. Her big brown eyes plead to me, and I feel drawn to help her. I reach into my backpack taking out the great big ziplock that contains my first aid kit and a bunch of other stuff. It was something my mom had made up for me and my siblings, and we always kept them in our backpacks.

    I take out a wad of napkins and walk them over to her. “You ok?” I ask.

    She nods, frowning as she mops up the coffee on the floor. “The brown paper sleeve thingy slipped off,” she grumbles. 

    “Well, I meant-” I hesitate then point to her legs. “It spilled on you. Did it burn you?”

    “It wasn’t really hot,” she then looks at her leggings. “But these were my favorite,” she mopes. 

    “Soak em in warm water with some vinegar and dish detergent,” I tell her. “Then when you rinse them out blot the stains with a sponge and some alcohol.”

    She stares up at me with awe. “Really? Will it work?”

    I shrug. “It works when I do the laundry at the hotel,” I reply. “My grandma taught me that old trick.”

    The purple phantom beams up at me. “Thanks! Uhm, I’ll have to try that then. I may have a lot of coffee stains beside this one.” She then pats the seat beside her. 

    I flinch at the offer and slowly sit down, taking the seat beside her. 

    “Got any more hot tips?” She asks with a grin. “I uhm...I am both clumsy and messy,” she chuckles then holds her hand out. “I’m Lola.”

    I smile and take her hand, shaking it gently. “Jason,” I reply in kind. She grips down and squeezes as she shakes.

    “Oh,” she gasps. “It’s silky.” She then blushes brightly, and lets go of my hand. “Sorry,” she laughs nervously. “I was expecting you to feel dry for some reason.”

    I shake my head. “My palms are softer than my scales.”

    Lola smirks up at me. “I have to confess, I’ve been quite curious about you.”

    I furrow my brow. “What’s to be curious about?”

    “Really?” Lola scoffs. “You don’t see anything about yourself to be curious about? Tall, dark, brooding, I bet you have some tragic backstory or something to match.”

    I arch a brow. “No,” I say slowly. “I just have resting bitch face.”

    Lola looks a tad disappointed. “No tragic backstory?”

    “Not unless you count where my bike was stolen when I was eight,” I say shaking my head. “I have a boring backstory.”

    Lola sighs. “Still,” she says. “You gotta admit, you’re a pretty imposing figure. Someone like you alone on a train, it can make a girl wonder.”

    I smirk. “I was about to say the same thing about you. You just started appearing out of nowhere one day.”

    “Me?” Lola beams and places her palm to her chest. “You were wondering about me?”

    I chuckle and shrug my shoulders. “I thought you were a ghost for a bit. Someone who died getting a coffee.”

    “Not too far from the truth, I’ll admit,” she smiles up at me. “I work at the airport next to the hotel,” she says. “So I get on the train before you do.”

    “Oh,” I say surprised. It makes sense. “Well, what do you do at the airport?”

    “I’m a pilot,” she says with a grin.

    I stare down at her with a serious expression, and she busts out laughing.

    “Ok fine!” She giggles. “I work at the Starbucks inside,” she then looks back up at me, her brown eyes sparkling. “I have always wanted to become a pilot though.”

    “I’ve never flown,” I admit. 

    “It’s so cool!” Lola shoves me. “You’ve gotta try it at least once.”

    I shove my shoulders up around my neck. “Eh,” I sigh. “I’m a croc, I belong on the ground.”

    “That’s a tired excuse,” Lola huffs.

    The train comes to a stop, and I pick up my bag. “Well,” I grumble, “this is me.” I look down at Lola. “Where’s your stop?”

    She huffs. “Next one.” She waves at me. “Have a good night, Jason.”

    “You too,” I wave goodbye to her as I step off the train.

    The next evening when I get on the train, I see Lola sitting with two cups in her hands. 

“Jason!” She calls out to me then offers me one of the cups. “I wasn’t sure what you drank so I just made you a green tea.”

“That’s good,” I say, sitting down beside her as I take the cup.

This soon becomes our routine. When I get on the train, Lola is there waiting on me with a cup in hand. We traded phone numbers, so she’ll often text me as her shift ends to ask me what I want. 

I find out that Lola writes fanfiction, and that usually what she was doing on the train. She either would write on her phone, or she would read it. 

“I know it’s silly,” she murmurs. “But it’s so much fun, and I’ve made a lot of really good friends because of it.”

“I don’t really have a creative bone in my body,” I say. “So to me, I think it’s pretty impressive you can write like that.”

Lola’s smile is so bright and pretty, I love the way her soft cheeks blossom when she does. “I know this is going to sound weird,” she says. “But would you ever want to read any of it?”

“Depends,” I chuckle. “Would I get it if I’ve never seen the show you’re writing for?”

“Surely you’ve seen it,” she gasps. “You have watched the Ruby Empire right? Or have you read the books?”

“That show about the tigers?” I ask.

“Not the show about the tigers!” Lola barks. “They’re Rakshasa! And there’s so much more to it than that.” She scoffs and gets a determined look on her face. “That settles it then.” She turns to her phone and starts typing something.

“Settles what?” I laugh.

“Do you want the DVDs or the books first?” Lola glares at me.

I smirk. “You’re going to force me to watch the show and read the books so I’ll understand your fanfiction better?”

“No!” Lola slaps my arm. “I’m going to force you to watch and show and read the books so you’ll enjoy it! The books are so good, and the TV show is so pretty! I know you’ll like it! You’re going to love King Niran.” Her cheeks then flush with color again.

“King Niran?” I ask.

“He’s the lizardfolk king,” she murmurs, tucking her hair behind her ear. “He’s kind of my favorite character,” she looks almost guilty about something.

“Oh!” I smirk at her. “That’s why you thought I had a tragic backstory! I look like this Niran guy.”

“A little!” Lola yelps. “But he’s such a good person. He’s smart and kind, and he doesn’t get the love he deserves.” She then looks away from me.

I smirk and try to hold back my laughter. “I feel so used,” I sigh dramatically.

“I like you for you!” Lola huffs. “Not just because you look like my favorite character or anything,” she grumbles.

“That’s why you said silky when you shook my head,” I glance to her, grinning. “You wanted to know what King Niran felt like.”

“Stop teasing me,” Lola shoves me. “I’ll stop bringing you coffee!”

“Did you write that into one of your fanfics?” I teased, leaning back closer to her. “How King Niran’s palms felt cool and silky to the touch.”

Lola pouts and looks away from me. “And if I did?”

“I really wanna read it,” I grin.

Lola snaps around and glares at me. “Not until you at least watch the show!” She snaps at me. “Then, I’ll let you read it.”

I chuckle and grin. “Ok then.”

The train comes to a stop, but I don’t stand up.

“Isn’t this your stop?” Lola asks, looking up at me.

“Hmm,” I look at her. “I thought we were going to watch the show,” I reply.

Lola gasps. “You mean? Right now?”

The train doors close.

“Yeah,” I nod. “Might as well watch it with you instead of by myself. I won’t focus if I have to watch it alone.”

Lola bites her bottom lip and fidgets in her seat. “Ok,” she giggles. “You’ll just have to be quiet. I don’t wanna bother my roommate.”

When we get off at Lola’s stop, we walk a ways to a block of little houses that look like rental cabins. We go up to one that has a purple door and purple curtains in the window. As Lola unlocks the door, I hear a jingle bell from inside.

“Hi, Mythri,” Lola coos as she picks up the little black cat who instantly starts purring. “My TV is in my room, so let me change real quick and then we can watch the first episode.”

“Ok,” I say and sit down on the sofa.

Lola sets down the little black cat who sits there and stares at me with great big yellow eyes. I feel a bit uncomfortable as it stares at me.

A few moments later, Lola pops her head out of her room and waves for me. I stand up, stepping over the cat as it continues to watch me with it’s relentless, unblinking gaze.

Lola pats her bed and sits down. She already has the DVD pulled up, and the menu screen is playing. 

“We’ll watch just the first episode,” she says. “Then you’ll probably want to head home. I can borrow my roommates car if you need a ride.”

“That would be great,” I say, sitting down on her bed and leaning my back to the wall.

Lola selects the episode then sits back. She sits close to me, and I can feel her warmth. She’s wearing a tank top and sleep shorts. I can see her legs, the chub of her thigh and the curve of her ass. I can look down her tank top, but I focus my eyes on the screen.

“So when does this Niran guy show up?” I ask.

“Oh,” Lola laughs, “he doesn’t show up until season three.”

I glare down at her and she giggles. “This was a trap!”

“He appears in book two!” Lola snickers.

I shove her, and she shoves me back. My hand slips and I cup her breast. I gasp, ripping my hand back in horror.

“I’m so sorry!” I gasp.

Lola’s lips are parted, and she has a strange expression on her face. “Happy accident,” she bites back her smile. “Or was it that bad?”

“No!” I gasp, still feeling her warmth on my palm. “It was happy!”

Lola giggles. “You could do it again if you wanted.”

My whole body feels on fire. “Whu-whu-what?”

Lola snuggles up to my side, placing her body flush against mine. She hooks her leg over my thigh. “Do I have to spell it out?”

I swallow, but my throat has gone tight. My heart is squeezing its way up through my chest and lodged itself inside my throat.

“Spell?” My voice cracks.

“I like you, Jason,” Lola murmurs. “Don’t you like me or…”

I dip my head down, kissing her soft lips. Her hand grips at my belly and she presses closer into my kiss.

“Of course I like you,” I grumble as our lips part.

Lola smirks and lays her head on my chest. “We can make out after the episode is over,” she sighs.

I chuckle. “Ok, fair enough.”

Once a week, I go to Lola’s after work to watch an episode or two of The Ruby Empire. Lola and I also get closer, we touch and kiss, but we’ve never really gone further than that. 

“Can you take your shirt off?” Lola asks timidly one evening.

I smirk at her. “Why? What are you going to do to me?” I laugh as I strip my shirt off.

I watch as Lola’s eyes go wide and glaze over. Her lips part and then press together as she swallows. “Mm,” she clears her throat. She then reaches out, touching me. “It’s smooth,” she coos. She then strokes down my shoulder and arm. “But this is rough.”

I bite my tongue, trying to keep my cool. Lately, Lola has been smelling so good. Something about her has been really calling to me, and I’ve been having a hell of a time keeping my hands to myself.

“One second,” Lola suddenly starts typing on her phone.

I scoff. “Are you using me for research?” I cross my arms over my chest like a girl whose bikini top was ripped off. “You’re using me!”

Lola giggles., eyes still fixated on her phone. “So what if I am?”

“I feel dirty,” I fake cry.

“I think you like feeling dirty,” Lola giggles. She then raises her phone and snaps a picture. “For research,” she says.

I then grab her phone from her. “Hey! You didn’t ask my permission.” I grin down at her, keeping her at arm’s length as I hold the phone in the air.

“Give it back!” Lola whines, struggling to fight against me.

“No way. You owe me for using me so crudely,” I smirk. I then notice Mythri glaring at me from her spot on the corner of Lola’s vanity.

“You’re helping me!” Lola continues to fight.

“I’m just a slab of scaly meat to you,” I tease. “What’s going to happen when you get a new favorite character, huh? You gonna abandon me?”

“I would never!” Lola grunts. 

I waggle her phone up in the air. “I won’t be of any use to you if you fall for Autry or Gregori,” I grin.

Lola gasps and stops fighting, she looks up at me. Her eyes go wide, and her jaw drops. “You’re reading the books?”

I look aside, having revealed my secret. “Maybe,” I grumble, glancing back at her.

“Why did you not tell me!” Lola squeals excitedly, bouncing around on the bed. “We could have been discussing them this whole time! We could have been talking about Chiyo and Addor!” She waves her hands in the air. “Can you believe that they’re-”

“Shh!” I hiss at her, cupping my hand over her mouth. “Don’t spoil anything for me! I just got to where Mythi and Amit and going to Obresh! Don’t say anything else, please!”

Lola nods, and I remove my hand from her mouth. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted to read your stories,” I tell her. “I was going to leave you some really long in-depth comments as a surprise.” I chuckle and rub the back of my neck. “But then I really couldn’t stop reading the books.”

“You were going to leave me comments?” Lola gasps.

I nod and smile at her. “Nice, big, long ones too. I had it all planned out. But now-” I shrug. “I mean, I’m still going to.”

Lola beams up at me, and I can’t help but kiss her. I grab her tight, holding her to me as our kiss deepens. Her lips part and she sucks on my tongue. She drags me down onto the bed, wrapping her legs around my waist. We moan, and I can feel her heat rubbing against my stomach.

“Wait!” Lola gasps. She looks distressed and embarrassed. “Wait-” she huffs.

“Sorry,” I whisper. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she sits up and shakes her head. “I...I really want to...keep going,” she murmurs with a smile. “I’ve wanted to have sex with you so bad but-” she pouts. “I’m on my period.”

“Oh,” I gasp, eyes wide. “That explains the smell,” I murmur.

Lola hits my arm. “I don’t stink!”

“No! It’s not bad!” I gasp, nearly falling off the bed to dodge her. “You’ve smelled really good lately,” I confess. “I’ve been having a hard time keeping my hands to myself.”

Lola looks so happy. Her eyes are bright, and her cheeks are the most lovely shade of pink. “Really?” She asks me. 

I nod and look at her. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” I sigh. I touch her cheek and run my claws through her hair. “I’ve been having trouble at work.”

Lola grins. “Oh really?” She wiggles closer to me. “Like what?”

I huff. “If you make me talk about it, it’ll only get worse.”

She looks down, seeing how the front of my pants are bulging. Her bites her lips and grins up at me. “Can I see it?”

“No!” I snap at her. “You’re just going to take a picture and use me for your damn fanfiction!” I scoff. 

Lola leans in, licking my chest and down my stomach. “No phone,” she moans. 

I swallow and grasp her shoulder. “Lola,” I moan.

Lola unzips my pants and tugs down my boxers. She yelps as my cock slaps her on the nose, but then her eyes go wide as she looks at it.

“Holy smoke,” she whispers. “What a big boy you are.”

I chuckle and run my fingers along her scalp. “Don’t tease.”

Lola stroke me slowly. Her fingers rubbing the ridges and bumps of my cock. “I’m not,” she coos. “You’re bigger than my toy.”

“Toy?” I smirk. “Is it modeled after King Niran?”

She glares up at me. “So what if it is?”

I snort and cover my mouth with my hand. “Then what do you need me for?”

“Because you’re real,” she says. “And you’re here.” She licks up my shaft, and I shiver, gasping for breath.

“Lola,” I groan as she takes me into her mouth. She takes me as deep as she can, sucking me and rolling her tongue around my tip.

Lola gasps as she pulls back, strings of her saliva attached to the tip. She licks her lips then rubs her jaw.

“Lola, don’t force yourself,” I pant as I try to sit up.

Lola pushes me back. “Stay put!” She growls. “I’m doing this?”

I sigh, running my fingers through her hair again. “Research?”

She glares up at me. “Maybe.” She licks up my shaft again then kisses down. She sucks at the base, and she looks up at me. “Well?” She huffs.

I nod. “It’s good, uhm-” I touch the tip of my cock. “Lick here,” I pant. “It feels really good.”

Lola nods, kissing up and then swirling her tongue around the tip. I growl and my hips bucks. Lola kisses then takes me into her mouth again, sucking just the tip of my cock. I sigh, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

Lola strokes me in her fist, suckling the head.

I grab her, snarling and grunting. “Careful,” I pant. “Lola.”

She looks up at me, and that’s when it starts. I gush on her lips and down her neck. It dribbles onto her breasts, and Lola has a stunned look on her face. She licks me clean, and she tries to hide her displeasure at the taste.

“Sorry,” I pant. I grab my shirt and mop her up with it.

Lola giggles. “It’s ok, really,” she kisses my cheek and neck. “I had a lot of fun.” She kisses my ear. “Once this damn period is done, we’ll have even more fun.”

I look at her and smile. “I promise, I’ll pay you back.”

“Even though I used you and made you feel dirty?” Lola giggles.

I kiss her and pull her close. “Orgasms are different,” I purr to her.

The next day when we’re on the train heading home, we’re both just smiles and blushing. Lola holds my hand, squeezing it tight.

“Did you sleep well last night?” She asks.

I nod. “Actually,” I growl, “I didn’t.”

Lola looks up at me with concern. “What? Why?”

I take a deep breath, but all I can smell is her. “Something...changed,” I sigh. “I feel different,” I look at her. “It’s like...it’s like you turned on some sort of beast mode in me.”

Lola looks proud of herself. “I did?”

I nod. My head has been swirling since last night. The smell of her, cumming on her, it unlocked this primal urge in me. All I could think about was fucking and hearing her cries of pleasure. I had been daydreaming of her in all sorts of ways. And no matter what I did this hunger never went away.

Lola puts her hand on my thigh. “Do I need to do it again?” She asks.

I growl and grab her hand. I lift it up, kissing her palm. “No. I need more.”

“But-” Lola whimpers shyly.

“No, but,” I snarl. “I don’t care about your period.” He dip down, biting her neck and moaning into her ear. “I need you.”

Lola whimpers and puts her hand on my lap, rubbing the growing bulge. “Are you sure?” She moans.

“We can use the bathroom if you’re worried about a mess,” I pant. “Lola...I need you.”

“I mean,” she looks around shifty-eyed on the train. “We could-”

“Are you fucking crazy?” I bark.

Lola busts out laughing. “Sorry, I had to.” She then kisses me. “Ok,” she whispers. “Tonight.”

Once we get off the train, I pick her up and make a mad dash to her house. She squeals and giggles then takes me into the bathroom. She locks the door then turns on the shower. We start stripping, eager to get this going.

Lola looks like a delicious jelly donut in all the right ways. Soft, sweet, and jiggly. She blushes, covering up her belly but I quickly move her hands away. I snarl as I kiss her, my sharp teeth drag down her impossibly soft skin, and she whimpers.

Outside the door, I hear her damn cat yowling.

“She’s protective,” Lola giggles as she wraps her arms around my neck. 

I stroke my palms down her thighs and as I start to slip my fingers between then Lola jumps back. “Oh! Wait a second!” She blushes and looks away. “I need to uhm-just turn around.”

“Tampon?” I ask.

Lola grimaces. “Sorry, it’s gross.”

I grab Lola’s hips and kiss her. “It’s natural, hush.” I then step back and turn around.

I hear her grunt and then the toilet paper rattles. “Oh my god-” she gasps. “Your tail!” She squeals excitedly.

I whip around, but she tries to chase me. 

“Let me see it! It’s so cute! Like a corgi butt!” Lola giggles.

I grab her and pick her up. “Stop it!” I growl and kiss her.

Lola moans, wrapping her legs around me as we step into the hot shower. I press her back against the wall as the water pelts down my back.

I reach down, stroking Lola’s folds. 

Lola bites her lip. “You don’t have to do that,” she mewls.

“I want to,” I moan as I slip my fingers inside. 

“But...the-” I kiss Lola to silence her. I don’t care about the blood, if anything, it’s what is making me feel so desperate and animal.

Lola gasps and sighs and her inner walls clamp around my fingers. Her legs tighten around my waist, and she smashes my head between her breasts.

I snarl and nip, dragging my teeth on her skin and biting her breast.

“Jason,” she mewls. “Jason...I can’t wait.”

I look up at her and nod. “Me too.” I ease her down a bit, rubbing my shaft to her folds and her clit. I watch as her expression melts. Her lips are wide open, and her dark eyes are lidded. With pleasure.

“Big boy,” she groans.

I chuckle, my fingers digging into her ass. “If anything feels wrong, I’ll stop.” I press my tips to her folds, and I see a big grin on her face.

I start to ease inside her, and she gasps. Her fingers dig into my back, and I chuckle.

“What?” Lola moans.

“I feel better than that toy?” I growl into her ear.

Lola shivers. “I’m getting rid of the toy,” she bites my neck. “Give me the rest.”

I push slowly, feeling her wrap and squeeze around me. This was all I wanted, all that had been clouding my mind for days down. I grunt as I hit deep inside her. I shiver, and my knees feel weak.

“Oh fuck,” Lola whimpers.

I chuckle, rolling my hips and surging inside her. I groan, growling into her ear. I start to rut, grinding myself inside her as the hot water surges down my back. I pull out and thrust back in. Lola yelps and sighs, clinging to me tight.

I start to move harder, more wild. All the while Lola clings to me, holding on for dear life. Her sweet cries and angelic pleas for more drive me forward. I feel wild and strange, but it’s a good strange. I can feel Lola grip me tighter, her inner walls clenching and releasing. She whimpering and sighing, breathing hard.

I drive faster, harder and she buries her face in my neck to keep her cries silent. I snarl, grinding inside her.

“Cum-” I hear Lola whimper. “Oh god please-”

I bite her shoulder.

“Cum in me,” she mewls. “Please!”

It’s almost too much for me. I roar loudly, and I release. I fill her to the brim, and my knees start to buckle. I slowly ease us down into the tub, laying on top of her as the shower washes away our mess.

Lola gulps down a breath and strokes my back. “Oh wow,” she coos.

I turn off the water and look down at her. Her expression is heavenly, and I already want her again.

“Cum in me?” I smirk.

Lola blushes and bites her lip. “I’m on birth control,” she giggles.

I kiss her and pick her up. I carry her to the bedroom, and we lay down on the bed for a while until Lola has to go back to the bathroom and take care of something.

I lay there, waiting for her to come back, remember the animalistic feeling we both shared. I growl, already feeling myself get excited again.

Lola comes back and snuggles beside me. “I can barely walk,” she laughs. “My legs feel like Jello.”

I kiss her and pull the blanket over us. “That good huh?” I say.

“It was amazing,” she moans, smooshing her cheek to my chest. “Your dick really did the trick,” she melts.

I pet down her back and squeeze her ass. “I didn’t want to stop, but then you had to go and say that.”

Lola smirks up at me. “What, you in heat or something?”

I laugh. “I think that’s it.” My fingers slip between her cheeks. “I must be in a rut.”

Lola bites her lip and wriggles her hips out. “Should I uhm...get ready for a ride?”

“Maybe,” I growl. “Do you have work in the morning?”

Lola’s grin blossoms into something magnificent. “No,” she says.

“Good,” I moan into her ear. I kiss her and roll her down into the bed.