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Leon is much, much bigger than you. His biceps are the size of your fucking face, his shoulders are so broad it’s almost unreal, and oh god, his chest is so big and hard and soft at the same time it drives you crazy. He can pick you up like you weigh nothing at all, and he can hurt you easily. Which is why he’s so careful with you.
He handles you like you’re made of the most fragile material, like your bones are brittle and one wrong move would cause you to fall apart. You honestly love the caution and the extra care. It makes you feel special, he makes you feel special.
Because by some miracle, this man—this angel in disguise—was your boyfriend.
He’s so perfect it almost hurts. He listens, he communicates, he shows. He’s everything you want and need.
Almost .
While you love being treated like treasure, you crave more. And you think, maybe he does too.
You find it quite amusing that he has to hold himself back during sex. You don’t know what for but you have a vague idea. He never goes too fast, holds you too tight or says anything short of loving and sweet. You’re not sure if you can even call it sex, it’s just lovemaking .
So, you confront him about it.
“Babe?” You call out softly, peeping your head in through the doorway to find him playing some video game in your shared bedroom.
He has his headphones on, and he doesn’t notice you, cursing into his mic as he aggressively punched the buttons on his controller with his thumbs. You huff, sauntering into the room and standing right next to him to make a statement, making sure your legs brush against his body so he knows you’re there.
He frowns as he looks up at you briefly, to find you looking expectantly at him. He immediately pauses his game.
“Is there something you need, sweet girl?” He asks in that gruff yet smooth as honey voice that has your knees buckling while removing his headset and setting it on the table. Gently, his hand that has found its way on your waist guides you onto his lap so you’re now straddling him. You know you won’t fall backwards, his arms are keeping you up with no effort.
You search his eyes for a few moments, for what you don’t know, his eyes are just so captivating. “I wanna talk to you about something.” You mutter uncharacteristically shyly, which makes him cock an eyebrow upwards. You’re usually straight to the point with what you want, so this is quite new to him.
His large hand rubs up and down your back, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake, coaxing you to keep going.
“It’s about… the s-sex we have…” You want to kick yourself in the ass for stuttering like a stupid virgin teenager. He slightly tilts his head to the side, looking up at you so softly despite his hard features. “Don’t get me wrong, baby, you do satisfy me! It’s just…” You quickly wave your hands in front of you to dismiss any doubts he may have, before your shoulders slump, and you lean into him.
You can’t look at him while you say it.
“It’s just not enough for me.”
A low yet thoughtful hum rumbles in Leon’s throat, his hand still stroking your back. “How so, darling? You know I’m here to listen.”
Pulling away from him like you’re a magnet that was stuck to his body, you look right at him, hyper aware of the warmth blooming in your cheeks.
“You’re too gentle .” It comes out and you don’t understand why you were so nervous to say it. “I know you hold back when you’re with me… and I want you to…” Nevermind, you’re still nervous.
It’s his other hand that finds purchase on your hip that loosens your tongue.
“I want you to be rough with me. Don’t hold back, and…” God, you’ve never been this shy with Leon since the first day you met him. Only this time you’re not intimidated, only extremely horny. “Use me. Use me how you wanna.”
Leon almost choked on nothing, breath hitching loudly in the middle of his throat. His hand on your back halts and the hold on your hip grows tightens ever so slightly. “B-baby…” He splutters, the tip of his ears turn pink and his eyes are wide.
A dry, yet somewhat nervous chuckle forces it’s way out his lips. “Are you sure? You’re asking for… a lot.”
You realise he’s blushing because he wants this just as much as you do. Probably even more.
You nod, quick enough to tell him you’re eager. “You always hold back when you fuck me.” You mutter, your fingers trail down his bicep and over his veins. He shudders, you hold back a smirk. “I want you to manhandle me, throw me around…”
Leaning in, your soft lips brush against the shell of still pink ear. “ Hurt me.”
You swear you can feel his dick twitch to life underneath you, a noise akin to a growl sounds from him.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for.” He warns, but it sounds like he’s talking to both himself and you.
You scoff, shifting your hips to bring yourself closer, and you can feel his growing hardness. “I think I do, Leon.” You whisper so quietly your voice breaks slightly. “You have no idea how badly I want you to treat me like I’m worth nothing, fuck me like I’m just a hole to be used by you—“
The wind is knocked out of your lungs when you suddenly find yourself flipped over so your back is against the bed, with Leon hovering over you and his hands gripping both sides of your waist tightly. His lips crash into yours, and for a second it’s all teeth and tongue, until his lips finally meet yours.
He kisses hard, fast, and like a starved man. He groans into the kiss, his grip on your waist tightening as you reciprocate and struggle to keep up with him. He sucks and nibbles relentlessly, and you can feel your panties begin to dampen. Your hands find themselves gripping his collar, fabric bunching between your fingers to keep him in place.
“I might go too far.” He grumbles against your puffening lips, his thumbs slipping underneath your shirt to sear into your skin. “‘Red’ if you don’t like it, ‘kay babe?”
An amused huff escapes your lips, the corner of your mouth quirking upwards as you speak. “How long have you been waiting for this?”
Leon scoffs, breath hot as it fans over your chin. “You have no fucking idea.”
His lips capture yours again, impatiently shoving his tongue into the cavern of your wet and willing mouth. He grinds his erection against your pubic bone and stomach roughly, letting you feel how quickly you’ve stoked him to full hardness, you moan softly in response.
Just as you’re about to tap his shoulder for air, he pulls away, looking down at you—your body—with his chest heaving, hair dishevelled and over his eyes that were dark with unbridled lust. You could orgasm from the sight alone.
Before you could even register it, Leon’s hands grab the sides of your shirt and rips it apart with no effort whatsoever, making you gasp loudly as the fabric and thread fly everywhere.
“Leon, what the fuck?! I liked that shir—“
A sharp slap to your cheek rudely interrupted your exclamation, making you gasp even louder. Tears involuntarily well up in your eyes, but Leon looked down at you with little to no remorse, and God, you’d be lying if you said the sight didn’t have you gushing down there.
His rough palm splayed across the column of your throat, prompting your eyes to widen in surprise. “Shut that fucking mouth unless you’re moaning my name, got it?” He hissed so uncharacteristically you’re surprised this is coming out of your boyfriend’s mouth. But this is exactly what you wanted, and holy fuck if you weren’t enjoying it right now.
The sting of the slap is muted by the increasing pressure on your throat, and you’ve no choice but to nod weakly, a tear rolling down your cheek. He smirks so cockily at having you rendered helpless like this so easily, and suddenly your sipping wet cunt is desperate for friction.
A choked whimper forces its way out your kiss swollen lips as he yanks your bra off with no effort, the straps snapping against your skin as they break. He releases the hand on your throat and roughly grabs your exposed breasts, squeezing them with no mercy. Before you could response, his head dives down to latch his plush lips onto your hardened nipples, sucking and nibbling relentlessly without a care for how you were writhing beneath him.
You whined loudly as he pinched and twisted your other nipple with his fingers, hard enough to make you wince in pain that was just short of pleasurable. Your hands find their way into his hair, grabbing fistfuls and tugging at the strands in a way that had him groaning against your skin.
The attention on your nipples has the throbbing ache between your legs to become nearly painful. You need him so bad right now, you squirm underneath him in response.
“ Leon. ” You gasp so sweetly despite his aggressive ministrations. “Want you… so fucking bad…”
He grunts in response before tilting his head up to look into your eyes, lips shiny and swollen. The tips of his fingers suddenly squeeze tightly at your abused nipple, making you out yelp in pain. “Gotta ask for it nicely, sweetheart.” He rumbled against your saliva-coated skin, pushing himself up so he’s duly hovering you now. You’re almost intimidated, if only you weren’t so turned on right now.
“Please, Leon, please .” You whimpered, almost sob out in a way that is so unlike you. “Need you to fuck me, Leon. Wanna be stuffed with your dick so bad .”
He smirked almost teasingly at having rendered you so needy for him so easily. You’ve never had to beg before, he usually just asks to fuck you and you say yes. He finds that this is so much hotter. You do too.
Unlike the rest of your clothing, Leon slides your shorts and panties off without ripping anything, throwing them into oblivion. “Fucking slut.” He scoffed, dragging two thick fingers through your sopping wet folds. “So wet for me already and I’ve barely done anything.”
He sucks the juices coating his fingers like a man starved, maintaining eye contact with you and you swear your stomach does a backflip at the sight.
Wasting no time, he yanks his sweatpants down and kicks them off his ankles impatiently and nearly unceremoniously, along with his boxer briefs, letting his thick and heavy cock spring out and slap against your lower stomach. You hiss softly at the contact, the skin of his penis searing hot as it makes its presence known by practically burning into yours.
You clench at nothing at the mere sight of it, it’s so red, almost angry looking, veins popping out all over. A full bead of precum gathers at the tip, almost begging to be licked. He lets you ogle his cock for a few seconds, before grabbing you by the hips again only to flip you around with ease, so you’re laying on your stomach with your face between the plush pillows.
You want to say something, something teasing to get him riled up, but you’re interrupted by the intrusion of his thick cock to your entrance. He mercilessly pushes himself in one thrust until he’s sure he’s seated to the hilt, groaning loudly above you.
You grab at the sheets as you choke out a whine. No matter how many times he fucks you, he’s always stretching you out, and it always stings a little. But right now you were convinced just from that alone your pussy was about to get teared open.
Leon yanks your hips up and off the bed, giving him a perfect view of your pussy sucking in his cock so greedily despite the obvious pain. Thankfully, he’s given you enough mercy to let you adjust to his girth before the inevitable. You moan his name brokenly, and that’s enough for him to know that you’re ready.
His thrusts are sharp, hard and fast. It’s clear he’s only thinking about his own pleasure right now, using you exactly the way you said you wanted to be used. Each slap of his hips to yours has the skin of your ass rippling deliciously before him, he can’t help but deliver a hard swat to it, leaving your skin pink in its wake.
You whine out in pain at the feeling, clenching down on him in a vice grip upon impact, making him scoff in return. “You wanted to get roughed up by me so badly, didn’t ya? Take it like the slut you are.” Uncaring for your comfort, he grabs a fistful of your hair from the scalp and yanks your head back, making your back arch at an angle you never knew you were capable of.
He leans down to bring his face to the crook of your neck, teeth sinking into your flesh hard enough to break skin. You’re almost sobbing now, from pleasure and pain, he delivers another hard slap to your ass that has your hips twitching wildly. “ Fuck, Leon! ‘S too much…” The words leave your lips in an almost wanton mewl, and he’s practically rutting into you now.
“Shut up and take my cock .” He practically growls before lapping up the blood beading on the reddened skin of your neck and shoulders, his cock twitched at the metallic taste on his tongue.
You could tell he was close, though you were far from it. His thrusts were uncoordinated, weaker and jerky. A string of raspy curses were moaned into your ear as he pushed one last time into you, fingers impossibly tight in your hair and face buried deep in your abused shoulder to muffle his guttural groans. Spurts of cum fill your hole, hot ropes of it kissing your womb and leaving you stuffed to the brim with his spend.
You gasp out at the feel, but gasp even louder when he pulls out slowly only to ran himself back in, an obscene squelch and breathy moans from the both of you fill the room. He hasn’t softened much, still hard enough inside you to go again. Despite not having your orgasm, you’re tired, your body aches and you want to sleep.
But of course, Leon has other plans.
Releasing his grip on your hair, one arm wraps around the front of your waist, whilst the other around your mouth, trapping your face between his forearm and bicep. You find yourself face down on the bed again, only now with his arms secured tightly around you.
Without warning, he ruts into you again, uncaring for your abused cervix. You keen and whine into his muscles, hot tears dampening his skin as the whole bed shakes with the brutality of his thrusts.
“Good girl, such a good fucking girl. Gonna fuck this pussy so hard you’ll feel me for days .”
He’s not holding your hips anymore, so you push them up yourself with your knees, getting Leon’s dick to hit all the good spots within you perfectly.
Your moans are uncontrollable now, you’re squirming and your legs kicking at nothing, all you feel, see and hear is his cock feeding your greedy cunt just the way you want it.
A warm, tight coil of building pleasure blooms low in your gut, so rapidly you can’t register your orgasm coming in. You scream his name as you come undone, inner walls clamping down on him so tight you practically push his cock out and wrench another hard hitting orgasm right out of him too.
“God, your pussy’s perfect.” He delivers one last spank to your blushing asscheeks before pulling out, making you whine in response.
—
“Baby, I really am sorry! I didn’t know— I kinda just lost control, okay?” He almost whines, cupping your cheek with utmost care to make you see the earnestness in his eyes.
The morning after asking him to fuck you rough, you were greeted by a pleasant ache in your gut and the even more pleasant sight of bruises and bite and slap marks littered all over your body. To make things even better, there was a big, red and angry slap mark on your cheek that still stung. You have work later.
Leon felt guilty ever since he woke up to the sight of you all battered by him, he’s been peppering kisses all over as if they’d heal you, but it honestly just made you even more grumpy. But you can never stay grumpy at him, it’s kinda funny seeing him so remorseful.
He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck as he holds you, muttering apologies and practically begging for forgiveness even though you forgave him already. Multiple times.
You just pout, pushing his heavy frame off yours with some struggle to get him to look you in the eye.
“How about you choke me next time instead of slapping me like that?”
Leon simply blinks at you like you’ve spoken an otherworldly language.