I received a looooot of requests for this. Ron Kray dominanting the fuck out of the reader. Do I even need to put a warning. 10/10 going to be very very smutty. Proceed with caution đ€Ș youâve been warned. This is a mixture of multiple âRon Kray dominating the fuck out of the readerâ Requests. SO. I AM SORRY FOR THE WAIT. Enjoy (;
Warnings: turn your brightness down and beware of people reading over your shoulder. Thereâs just a TIIIIINY bit of smut!
Really, donât read this if you donât want to read about sex; thatâs all this is.
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Dominant, definition: Someone who likes to take control over the other partner in the relationship. One who likes to act sexual and in charge over the other person.
Otherwise known as Ron Kray.
Ron Kray, he was big. He was strong. He was loud. He was possessive. He was demanding, desireable, in charge. But most of all, he was yours.
The mattress creaked loudly, threatening to break beneath the overbearing pressure it was forced to support. Ronâs body was like a boulder, pinning yours completely to the sweat-soaked sheet. Your body writhed beneath his, skin burning from your internal body temperature and the absolute suffocation you were suffering from, from being pinned beneath Ron Kray and the hand he had so securely wrapped around your throat. You trembled beneath him visiously, hips bucking desperately in the direction of his as they hammered against yours mercilessly. You swore you were going to break in two. Your bucks were so angry, he couldnât tell if you were trying to knock him off or match his pace, but he didnât care. He was in no mindset to stop what he was doing and he knew youâd never tell him to. His free hand slid from its position on your curvy hip, down to your thigh, spread open widely to give him as much space as he needed. Your inner thighs were stained red, a seemingly permanent color from his harsh movements. He shut his eyes and savored the feeling of his cock, buried deep in the warmth of your tight cunt. His thumb moved around your body, down to play with the little bundle of nerves that was no doubt throbbing for some affection. The pad of his thumb wasted no time before tracing your swollen clit just to add a little bit more ecstasy to the mix. His mouth opened and you prepped yourself for the filthy words he was going to speak. Your back arched, small hands fisting in the material of the sheet as he fucked you, quite truthfully, senseless. You wouldâve been able to understand him if he wouldâve been speaking actual words. Instead, the annoying blaring of your alarm clock left his lips and cut into the very enjoyable dream.
The bedroom was hot, ceiling fan doing absolutely nothing to cool you off. You sat up with a harsh inhale, loud and desperate. Your small hands moved to your thighs, gripping them tightly as you woke from your very, very delightful dream. You were now sat on the bed, blanket around your hips and breaths heavily leaving your parted lips as your brain did its best to register and process the situation. Your arms wrapped around your bent knees, clutching on to them as you replayed the sex over and over and over again in your head.
Ron shifted at your side, sleepily moving his fists to his eyes. He rubbed them thoroughly, soothing the sudden itch that annoyingly made itself present. Craning his neck in order to peer at you and inspect the reason for your heavy breaths, he slowly rolled on to his back. âSâmatter?â He slurred out before looking to the alarm clock in the corner that heâd already silenced. He wasnât sure why the fucking thing had gone off, it was only 3 in the morning. His large palm pressed against your back, rubbing the length of your silky, pink blouse slowly.
âMh?â You shifted before moving your hands to your face. Wiping your eyes, you gave a very gentle shake of your head, attempting to dismiss the situation. âNothing, nothing, Iâm alright.â You turned to look at him, basking in the moonlight that poured through the window. Ron shifted on the mattress, flipping on to his other side so he was facing you. His hand fell from your back when you started to slide out of the bed, but you halted before you could even put your foot on the floor. Looking down at the space between your parted legs, your brows drew together in confusion at the sight. Arousal coated your shorts from the excessive moisture seeping through your underwear. You cringed openly and verbally, spiking Ronâs interest once more. This time, he didnât speak, he merely lifted himself up on to his elbow before reaching around you to feel for what it was you were looking at.
You went to stop him, hand shooting out to try and grab ahold of his own, but he swiftly dipped beneath your arm and stuck his hand between your legs. His finger brushed along your thigh, actions slow and curious opposed to sexual. His brows creased further. His first thought was that it was your time of the month and you were a bit embarrassed that youâd started. He was ready to assure you that it was no big deal, but he felt the way your hips instantly sunk toward his hand. His thumb was angled to be closest to your underwear and he wouldâve remained clueless to your little.. accident, if you wouldnât have pressed your soaked core against the knuckle of his thumb.
âRight,â His hoarse voice filled the room. âlook at you.â He shook his head slowly before sitting up. Reaching his arm around you more securely his fingertips brushed along your thigh, all the way up to your shorts. âWhatâs happened?â He sounded so tired, but you knew, the second you told him about your dream, heâd be wide awake. You dropped down on your back, legs still spread so he could keep his hand in place if he wanted to. Apparently, he did, for his fingers brushed along the thin fabric. He slipped his hand inside the short cloth, fingers instantly gliding along the front of your underwear slowly, amazed by how drenched you were. You let out a quiet groan of enjoyment before lowering your hand so it wrapped around his own.
âI had a very.. god, such a nice dream.â You told him quietly. Your head turned toward his, inspecting him closely. âIâm sure you can guess what it was that I dreamed about.â
Ronâs eyes were bleary, heavy, and drooped, but the longer he stared at you and inspected the situation, the more he comprehended because he woke up further. He leaned up slowly, propping himself up on his elbow. âA dream?â He grumbled. âA dream did this to you.â
âRon.â Your thighs clamped shut, trapping his hand in place. âIt was so good..â
âEvidently.â He cut you off. Half of him expected you to say youâd been dreaming about some movie star. He didnât expect you to have had a dream about him that got you this worked up.
âI mean it. You were fucking me like.. like you hated me.â Your hand moved to your forehead. Brushing stray strands away and out of your eyes, you bit your cheek before craning your head to the side to inspect the man. The shock was clear on his face. His eyes were opened fully and his plump lips were parted, twitching like he was going to say something, but he never did. âI know youâre tired, but.. can you just finish me off?â Your hand tightened around his, urging him to rub you. You were going to add that he didnât have to if he wanted to go back to sleep because you were perfectly capable of handling this, but he slid in your direction.
The space between his legs was growing to be uncomfortable. Strained. He was oblivious at first to the forming hard on until he wiggled to get closer. He grunted in confusion before peering down at the lump hidden in his boxers. Your eyes followed his, brows lifting at his hard on. Ronâs eyes met yours, brows twitching upward for only a second. He was going to use his fingers to fingerfuck you, but he figured he might as well just use his cock. He flipped over so he was on his knees. The mattress creaked quietly beneath his form as he climbed on top of your body. You were much smaller than he was, so easy to cover. He pulled your thighs open, eager to get them out of the way so he could sink into your hot, wet core. He pulled his lips in before shaking his head in disbelief. Heâd never had to do this before â finish you off in the middle of the night because of a sex dream. And heâd never had an erection grow so quickly.
âJesus.â The sharp suddeness of Emmaâs, your co-worker, voice pulled you from your thoughts. âYouâre going to burn yourself..â She pointed out before reaching around you so she could turn off the boiling pot of coffee. âWhat the hell are you thinking about?â
The white mug in your hand was hot, if you hadnât of been holding the handle, your fingers would be burnt. Droplets of hot coffee spilled over the edges, staining the mug visibly and instantly. You shook your head to dismiss the penetrative memory before apologizing as you set the mug down.
âI donât know why Iâm so.. far away.â Lying was easy, but not to a woman whoâd known you for years.
âReally, because you look like youâre hiding something.â Her hip jutted out to the side, arms folding over her stomach, tempting you to confess what it was that was seemingly consuming your thoughts. âI mean.. something is clearly..â she ushered to the coffee that had managed to spill over the rim. âon your mind.â
You began to squirm in the slightest. Lifting your gaze to the entrance of the small shop you worked at, you made sure no customers were lingering outside the door or about to come inside before you looked back to the redhead who was ogling you with such intensity.
âI had a very good.. night last night.â You told her simply. Nobody deserved to hear the intense details of what Ron Kray had done to you. âmorning, rather.â
The redheadâs eyes narrowed and her nose scrunched up as she tried to read the situation further. âI donât know what that means.â She stated bluntly. Her tone urged you to continue. You shuffled your feet slowly before pursing your lips.
âTo put it simply,â The twitch of your brows told her she wasnât going to get too much out of you. The bottoms of your shoes tapped softly against the floor as you moved along the tile toward the pantry to retrieve some packets of sugar. âI couldnât sleep and I was kinda in the mood,â an understatement. âSo Ron just happened to wake up and..â You let out a shaky exhale before tearing one of the sugar packets open. âtire me out.â Shrugging your shoulders as if the entire situation was no big deal, you grasped the hot mug of coffee and set it in front of you so you could sweeten the flavorless beverage.
The redhead stood with her mouth agape, soft green eyes moving along the back of your head. She was speechless. Her husband wouldâve told her to swallow down the urge and go to sleep â but she wouldâve never even considered telling her husband that she was horny. It didnât seem.. ladylike.
You shifted slowly before tossing away the empty papers. Lifting your mug to your lips, you took an audible sip before taking your stance behind the counter. âAnywho.â You spoke up quietly. âI guess Iâm just excited to go home and see him.â Envy moved through the girl like roaring rapids in a stream. Any woman would be glad to have a man like that â but she would never verbally admit it. Your eyes lifted to the clock in the corner, studying it momentarily before you moved your attention to the book on the counter. It would help to make time pass by more quickly. Emma took her stance beside you. She had absolutely no idea what to say.. so she chose not to say anything. She simply stood, eyes glued to the door as she watched and waited for someone to come in and buy something.
Who knew how long that would take? Hopefully long enough for the awkward air, that she felt, to fade.
You were invested in your book, lost in the fictional world which had pulled you in quickly. You hadnât even heard the greeting from the man whoâd entered until he was approaching the counter. Emma was far too busy sorting through the already organized objects on the shelves.
âYou, right, are way too invested in that book.â His large hand covered the page, shielding you from reading any more of the words. Your eyes lifted away from his fingers, each one decorated with an equally pretty ring. Your eyes glistened the second that they settled on his. Leaping up and off of the chair youâd been sat on, you moved around the counter and slung your arms around the man whoâd previously been distracting you without even knowing it. Embracing him tightly, your heeled boots helped immensely in lifting you up so you could reach his lips.
Emma poked her head up from the counter to inspect the scene before her. Shaking her head at the entirely too public display of affection, she purposefully slammed your book shut to get your attention and remind you of her presence, but you didnât pull away from Ron even a little. His hands hovered above your hips, not touching you just yet, for he was entirely too shocked at the sudden kiss. His mouth moved against yours eagerly though, once the shock had passed, and his arms maneuvered around your waist. He hummed out deeply, a rough sound that made you pull him in closer. His breaths were growing louder, making him sound like a tired bear, but you knew it was just because he was getting worked up. You didnât blame him. You broke the kiss when your lips were swollen and your lungs ached for air.
âWhat are you doing here?â Your words tickled the sensitive skin of his neck as you lowered yourself back down to your flat feet. He tongued his cheek momentarily, large hands moving from your hips up to your arms. He peered down at you, stare unwavering as he scanned you. You looked beautiful, but he could see your eyes were heavier than normal, shoulders slouched. He knew you were tired. Why wouldnât you be? Youâd had a very long night.
âWas thinking I could take you to lunch.â His offer was hoarse, deep, and loud. Emma was doing her best not to eavesdrop now that the two of you were actually conversing instead of devouring each other. The redheadâs eyes lifted to the clock in the corner. Lunch break wasnât for another hour. She bit back the urge to say anything.
Ron let his fingers graze the length of your arms. His fingertips were rough against your soft skin as they traced various lines from your shoulders down to your wrists and then back up again.
âMy lunch break isnât for another hour.â You informed the tall, handsome bloke. Brushing your finger along the black blazer he wore, your eyes fell to the material, lint-free and much more interesting than his penetrative gaze. Ron didnât seem to like your answer very much, but he didnât voice his distaste, he merely looked toward Emma. His eyes said what he wouldnât verbally.
âYou can handle the shop all on your own for a bit.â
Emma straightened. Her fingers hooked in the apron around her neck. She fiddled absentmindedly with the tie around her neck before clearing her throat. You were oblivious to the look they shared, too wrapped up in the embrace. You opened your mouth to speak â to tell him that he could stick around until your shift ended, but the redhead behind the counter spoke up. Her eyes were low, locked on to the boxes that she needed to finish stocking, but you heard her loud and clear.
âTake an early lunch break. The shopâs slow anyway. I think I can handle it.â You lifted your head from Ronâs chest before sending her a look of confusion and than a slow grin of appreciation. Fighting her on her offer wouldnât be wise because she very well could retract what sheâd just said.
âOh, Em. Thank you!â You removed yourself from the strong arms that belonged to Ron Kray and instead moved toward the counter. Leaning over the surface to retrieve your jacket that was hung crookedly on one of the broken hooks, you drew the material of your red jacket over your arms and up to your shoulders. Fastening the button on the front, you winked toward the girl. âI owe you!â
âJust be back before your shift ends!â She pleaded. Your shift only lasted 45 minutes after lunch and then you were free for the day â but something told her that you werenât coming back. The bob of your head and wave of your fingers was enough confirmation for her that she was on her own. There was no way the man at your side was bringing you back now that he had you all to himself. Her eyes flickered to the phone in the corner. She was sure sheâd receive a call in an hour in a half, you on one end, apologizing profusely and her assuring you that it was fine because it was just a slow weekday. She let out a quiet huff before planting her elbows on the counter and shutting her eyes. She never needed you to cover for her â unlike you, her husband didnât care much to come around and surprise her or take her out for meals.
The soft tinking of the shop bell signaled the exit of you and Ron. His large hand found the center of your back, lazily tracing it as the pair of you walked along the cement and toward the diner at the end of the road. People passed by the pair of you with their gazes glued to the paved roads, avoiding eye contact with the gangster as much as possible. Everyone knew him, everyone knew his brother, and everyone knew that you tagged alongside the most dangerous of the pair.
âItâs very unlike you to come by my work and steal me away.â You told him breathily. Your eyes were locked on the shop windows, enchanted by the things that resided on the inside, evidently on display to do their job and lure customers in.
âWell,â The sound of Ron striking a match pulled your attention to him. He placed the flame against the end of his cigar before placing the thick stick between his lips and looking down at your much shorter form. âcouldnât seem to focus on anything else today.â He grumbled. ânothing apart from you.â His words sounded more annoyed than in love, but you knew the meaning behind them was heartfelt. Stepping closer to the large bloke, your hand lifted to press against his tough stomach.
âMy sincerest apologies, Mr. Kray,â The corner of your lips tipped upward. Stepping closer to the tall man, your body grew warm beneath the pressure of his hand, brushing along your back and around to your hip. He halted outside the diner, eyes dropping to you as you turned to face him. The smoke that left his nostrils as he finished his cigar was impossible not to ogle. How could someone smoking something look so good? You swallowed thickly beneath your boyfriendâs gaze, patiently waiting for him. Ronâs eyes didnât bother sticking to your face. He, instead, looked south to the way you shuffled your feet and lazily swayed your hips. He hadnât been able to stop thinking about the previous night and now, stood in front of you, he felt all the memories come rushing back.
âGo on, yeah, inside, get us a table.â His fingers sunk into your hip firmly so he could guide you toward the door to his right. âBooth, babe. Backâs been hurting me since last night.â He grumbled before taking another drag of the cigar. You knew that he mentioned the previous night in order to make you remember â as if youâd forgotten. You nodded lightly, doing your best to hide the attraction you felt washing over your face.
The bell above the door jingled noisily, alerting the staff that they had a customer who needed attention. You shifted in the doorway, patiently examining your surroundings as you waited to be tended to. The diner was relatively empty, but that was expected seeing as it was too late for breakfast and too early for lunch. That was probably why Ron had picked this time, he hated unnecessarily crowded places.
A lady with bright blonde locks, almost white, approached with a notepad in hand. âRight this way, darling.â She swiftly pinched a few menus before guiding you through the empty seats and toward a table in the corner. âThis one alright?â
âYes, this is just fine.â You told her quietly before dropping down at the table.
She handed you one menu before looking toward the door. From this angle, she couldnât see who would be joining you for brunch. The windows were too foggy, blurred from the moisture that clung to them. Her eyes asked the silent question and you nodded your head before lifting one finger to tell her only one other person would be joining you. She set it on the opposite seat, the one parallel to you before explaining that sheâd be back to take you drink order momentarily.
Ron was back before she was. He weaved between the chairs, fingers gliding along the front of his suit jacket as he made his way toward you. You werenât hard to spot in the relatively empty room. Apart from regulars, there wasnât really anyone else. He cleared his throat when heâd reached your side and without so much as a word, he lifted his menu and dropped down in the same seat as you. Shuffling to get comfy, his eyes flickered to yours, scanning them momentarily.
âWhatâs the matter with that seat?â You smiled lazily, pointer finger directed toward the chair on the opposite side.
âCanât very well kiss you from that side of the table, now can I?â His words made your heart flutter, but you didnât visibly beam or flush, you merely rolled your eyes before laying your hand on his knee beneath the table. Ron looked south for only a moment before flipping the menu on the table open.
The waitress in the corner was new, young, too young to know who the bloke at your side was so when she approached and asked for your drink orders, you did the talking. Most workers tried to speak directly to Ron, afraid that if they overlooked him then theyâd be in trouble. You knew though that he hated doing all the chit chat and ordering. She scribbled down your order on the notepad, tip of the pen giving her a tough time, but she patiently scratched the thing against the page, waiting for the ink inside to glide south and once it did, she whispered aloud your order to make sure she got it correct. You sent her an assuring smile before shutting your menu. Youâd just be getting an order of pancakes.
âSo,â You lifted your hand away from your boyfriends thigh and instead to his cheek. Tracing his soft skin with your thumb, you leaned in and stole a very soft kiss. âWhyâd you really steal me away from work?â
His eyes flickered to you, briefly distracted before he continued to let his eyes roam the menu. He was pretty sure he knew what he wanted, but a lot of the time his order changed at the last second. It was always a toss up between two things.
âI couldnât stop thinking about last night.â He told you quietly before closing the menu and brushing it to the side so that it was out of his way. Ron rotated in the slightest before laying his arm out across the length of the booth. He leaned in to you, plump lips grazing your ear as he spoke. âCan you still feel me?â Your eyes fluttered at the question.
In fact, yes. You still could. Your insides ached to be wrapped around him again, clenching at the very thought of the bloke being buried as deeply as heâd been yesterday. You drew your lips in and lazily chewed at the sensitive skin.
âHurt me.â The words were heavy in your mouth as they rolled from your parted lips to fill the heated bedroom. The mattress was noisy beneath Ronâs constant shifting. It sunk because of the uneven proportion of weight, making you dip toward the handsome man. His hands were curled around your wrists, already gripping tight enough to snap the bones beneath your tender flesh. He stared down at you with such hunger, swimming in those deep pools of blue. With all of his other lovers, heâd never hesitated. Heâd whipped, abused, spanked, choked, and fucked them hard enough to make them never want to experience such pain again â but you.. he didnât think he was capable of doing real damage.
âLook at you.. so fucking pathetic.â He ground out. Ron was already buried deep inside you, cock twitching and hardening every second that he wasnât drilling himself into you. âYou canât handle me, little one.. Iâd tear you in two.â He lowered his face so that it hovered directly above your own. One of his hands left its place on your wrist but only so that it could glide down to your throat. He wrapped his hand around your jugular and held it firmly. The color in your face drained almost instantly as you wiggled beneath his large body. He had your wrists pinned, clutched beneath only one of his hands, but it was enough to overpower you. Your mouth opened to let out a sound, but he could tell you were unable to get even a squeak out from his hold on you. The veins in his hands had never been so visible and his fingers were turning white from his hold. He knew what he was doing though, he had so much experience. When your eyes fluttered and he sensed that you were rolling between consciousness and unconsciousness, he released your throat and watched intently as you gasped for air. Your back arched up and off of the bed and your chest rose and fell rapidly as you sucked in gulp after gulp of much needed oxygen. âSlow down.â He demanded. âYouâll knock yourself out.â His words were marked by a kiss to your cheek, far too tender of a gesture from Ronnie Kray. He let go of your wrists so he could instead drag your thighs apart and fuck you as your body, and his own, craved. He didnât know what your dream had been about exactly, but heâd do his best to treat you better than dream Ron had. He watched you intently as you slowed your breaths down considerably. Your small hands curled around the headboard, gripping on to it desperately as he placed his rough palms on your inner thighs. His rings were cold against your flesh as he traced your silky skin. âRight..â He grumbled hoarsely. âBrace yourself.â
âFuckin hell, youâre thinking about it again, arenât you?â Ron let his arm drop from its place on the wood of the booth and instead to your shoulders. He drew you gently toward him before leaning over and stealing a very lazy kiss from you. To everyone else inside the small establishment, it looked like such a tender action, so kind and considerate, something a gentleman would give to a lady, but when he broke the kiss and spoke against your pouted mouth, you shivered. He was no gentleman.
âIâm thinking about last night.â You twisted on the seat lightly. Folding your legs beneath the table, your hand adjusted on his knee before sliding up to the middle of his thigh. âNot dream Ron.â You knew he was jealous â despite the fact that your subconscious had been thinking of him. He hoped he was satisfying you enough outside those delicious little thoughts of yours.
âYeah?â His fingers lazily traced your arm. He lifted his free hand to his glasses, pushing them back up and along the bridge of his curved nose before he squinted lightly. âWhat about it?â
The moonlight that shone through the window was blinding as you stared directly at the bright circle. You were already so worked up, you didnât know how long it would take before your body was writhing beneath his, spasming and aching for him to bring you to your climax. You pressed your teeth together tightly, baring them in the slightest as your boyfriend began to move. He let out a heavy breath of relief at the friction before blindly extending his arm so he could stick his hand inside the bedside table. You werenât watching him. Your eyes were rolling the second he started pumping. You were laid beneath him like a rag doll, incapable of doing much other than lie there. He watched intently as your features began to scrunch up into a look of bliss. He watched the shakes in your breaths as they stuttered through your chest. You were such a beautiful sight, but Ron would never verbally say it. He wasnât a teddy bear. He was a grizzly bear. Maybe soft on the exterior, but he was truly just a mean old brute.
He loved you. Oh, he loved you more than he ever thought possible. There was a time when heâd thought he loved Teddy.. but those feelings didnât compare to the ones he held for you. Not in the slightest. Your nose was scrunched and your brows were drawn together as you placed your hot palms on his bare shoulders. Clutching on to him desperately as he feverishly bucked his hips, you let out a whiny groan before turning your head to the side. It was a clear invitation for him to assault your skin with kisses, so he did so without hesitation.
His hand was set on the mattress beside your hip, a proper placement and needed one so he could hover above you without crushing you completely. Your toes curled against the sheet as you shuffled beneath him so you could adjust his angle, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as youâd managed to direct him to the right spot. Your mouth fell open, hanging there in a wide O. Ron moved his lips along your throat, kissing and sucking at your skin because he knew how much you loved to be marked. His teeth skimmed your neck, dangerously indelicate. He was tempted to feast on your throat as a vampire would, nipping and sucking and biting carelessly. He hesitated though, for he wasnât sure what exactly you could handle. So much smaller than him. So beautiful and seemingly fragile. He was afraid heâd squash you if he laid the smallest amount of weight on your body, but you wound your arms around him snugly and desperately yanked him down so you could lock your legs around his hips snugly.
âOh.. god, yes.â You squirmed, waiting impatiently for his tongue to run along your salty skin, teasing you as he readied you for the hickey he would leave behind. Ronâs lips were big and full against your neck. His breaths were hot, creating a cool contrast when they would hit any wet spots that his tongue left behind.
âYou were trying to light a cigar.â The table jiggled when your knee hit the underside. Ceasing its wobbling surface with your palms, you looked toward Ron. âFucking me like you were.. but still.. trying to get to that damn cigar.â Your smile made his insides feel disgustingly gooey. He clenched his jaw momentarily before looking toward over his shoulder at the sound of approaching footsteps.
The waitress was stood with a curious smile, pen in hand and notebook in the other. She wanted to know if youâd decided on what you wanted for brunch. You shut your menu before laying it on top of his. Pushing both toward the corner of the table, you set your elbow on the tabletop and told her you wanted pancakes and Ron wanted the biggest combo she had with a platter of butter and syrup. She sent you an understanding smile, one that was flooded with assurance that she would get your meal correct. She scurried off when Ron twisted back toward you.
âI always have a smoke before and after sex.â He grumbled.
âNever during.â You bit back before lifting your hand to his glasses. Guiding the frame back up and on to his nose, you leaned in and pressed a kiss against his lips as heâd done to yours.
âDid it bother you?â He inquired lowly. The cigar in his front pocket was suddenly very tempting for him to drag out and light.
âRoll over.â He spat, smoke hitting you in the face from the lit stick. His words were a bit muffled because of the cigar he held in his lips, but youâd heard him loud and clear. Your body trembled from your recent orgasm, sore and used but craving so much more. You slowly lifted yourself up and on to your elbows before wiggling beneath his large body. He could tell you were drained. A shaky breath left your lips before you rolled over and on to your stomach. âOn your hands and knees.â He corrected. His eyes raked down the length of your back as you lifted yourself up on to your palms and the bones of your knees. You spread your legs obediently and he wondered silently if youâd be able to handle more of him. His fingers moved along your spine, tracing the length of it before he reached between your legs and let his fingers trace your drenched slit. You quivered. âCan you take anymore?â The smoke that left his lips as he spoke surrounded the pair of you, hiding you in a blurry cloud.
âCourse I can.â His lips curved in the slightest as your bravery. He was nowhere near finished with you. His hand moved to your rear, lazily tracing your cheeks before he pried them open and gave you a longing look.
âThis looks like a good spot for me to play with now, mh?â He placed each of his hands on your ass, kneading the flesh lazily as he spoke. You groaned out shyly. Verbally, you wouldnât complain. Heâd only had anal sex with you a handful of times. You could never really handle it. The contrast between vaginal and anal was so different. And he fucked you a lot harder when he had you doggy style. You swallowed thickly before arching. Lowering the front half of your body so your cheek was pressed against the pillows and your ass was high in the air, he let out a moan of happiness. âGood girl.â He purred out.
âThe cigar didnât bother me at all, baby, I know youâve got quite the habit.â There was a momentary pause. âIâm not the biggest fan of anal, not yet.â You confessed to him. He watched your fingers as they lifted to nervously pick at the buttons on the front of his jacket. âbut.. I mean.. I donât dislike it, Iâm just not use to it.â He straightened at your side before placing his hand on the back of your head. His fingers brushed through your strands slowly, tenderly almost. Ron was an animal in bed, beastly, unforgiving, ready to take and destroy. But when he was Ron.. without that dominance and all that power, he was understanding.
âRight, I know youâre not a big fucking fan of that, donât I?â He gripped your locks in the slightest so he could draw your head back and get you to look at him. You did so. âI lose fucking control.. feels too good.â He uttered. Your hand lifted to his neck, caressing it lazily before you distanced as the waitress approached.
âIâm not saying I donât want to do it anymore, Iâm just saying I need more.. practice.â The soft clatter of the plate meeting the table pulled you to face your breakfast. Thanking the woman as she handed everything to the pair of you, you scanned the meals to ensure they were correct before lifting your fork and digging in. Ron did as you expected he would and drowned his meal in the nearby syrup and butter. The second the woman walked away, you looked back in his direction. âI love it when youâre rough with me.. you have no idea how embarrassingly good it feels to be dominated.â You looked back to your pancakes. Ron tongued his cheek, unable to focus on the food in front of him because now his head was spinning with your words. âI know you think I canât handle it, you told me before, youâd never be as harsh with me as you were with Teddy.. but I can take it.â You placed your elbow on the table. âReally, I can, my last boyfriend loved angry sex.â You just wanted to get him worked up, make him realize he could do whatever he wanted to you and youâd take it like a champ.
Ronâs chest seemed to instantly broaden and his grip on his silverware tightened considerably. Your last boyfriend had maybe choked you twice and spanked you a few times â he was nothing in comparison to the brute at your side.. the now angry brute who was pondering how he could show you he was the toughest, meanest, best lover youâd ever have. He let out a sharp grunt, a decision, before he lowered his hand to your leg. It was innocent, you decided as it just rested in place, unmoving. The sticky pancakes hit your lips now and then, making the corners of your lips sticky as you continued to eat. You looked briefly toward the manâs thick fingers when you felt them twitch in place. He was busy digging into his own meal, so you figured the soft twitch was accidental.
âYour last boyfriend,â He clenched his jaw, mouthful of eggs before he shook his head and glanced in your direction. âwouldnât know what angry sex was if he slept with a fucking kinky nymphomaniac, would he?â He growled out quietly before taking a sip of the ice cold water the woman had placed on top of the shaky table. âNonsense, that is.â He pointed out before squeezing your thigh lightly.
âItâs not really.â You frowned in the slightest. âYouâre not the only person capable of fucking me, you know?â Your voice quietened in the slightest, gaze dropping to the plate in front of you as you began to push your pancakes around.
Ron let a little frown pass over his lips briefly before his brows drew together and his stomach tightened. âNo,â there was a lengthy pause. You could hear his loud breaths clearly. âI am, right, probably the best though.â He grumbled out grumpily before moving the hand on your knee up to the middle of your thigh as he twisted to face you in the slightest. âI came to take you for some lunch, yeah, not to argue with you.â He watched intently as your tense shoulders slouched and your stern expression morphed into an apologetic one. You knew how possessive and jealous the bloke was, it was silly to try and convince him or yourself that there was a rougher, better lover out there for you. Lifting your hand to his broad shoulder, you stroked it lazily before leaning it and kissing his soft cheek.
âI know, baby, Iâm sorry.. I just..â Your stomach bubbled with temptation before you licked your lips and pondered whether or not the truth was really worth telling him. âsometimes I feel like if you know that I have some experience, youâre more likely to do as you please. I know you hold back a significant amount Ron..â You let out a sharp sigh before looking up at him. He brushed his glasses back into their rightful place before letting out a low grunt.
âExperience wonât change how rough I am with you.â He mumbled out. He hated confessions. He hated feelings. And he really hated exposure. âI, right.. Iâm not as rough with you as I were with Teddy because I donât want to hurt you. Thereâs a difference between pain and injury, alright?â He lifted his fingers to your chin and tipped your head back so he could see you clearly. âI have no desire to hurt you more than necessary.â Your eyes fell to his jaw as it clenched visibly. Inwardly, your belly grew warm and your heart thumped happily. Ron didnât treat you as carelessly as his past lovers because, unlike them, you meant everything to him. A smug smile passed over your lips before you began to eat again.
âI just thought.. maybe you thought I wasnât capable of handling it.â You whispered out shyly.
His head shook. The table wobbled as he adjusted his knees beneath the heavy wood. âNo, that never crossed my mind. I know you can handle it, Y/n.â His fingers sunk into your thigh almost tenderly. You were very obedient. Very willing to do whatever he asked. So as his hand slid just a little higher, he knew you wouldnât stop him. Not even in public.
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A/N: so!! This was requested MONTHS ago, and Iâve had this written and I had this planned. I have 28 lines of planning in a journal and this is only 6 of those lines SO. Iâm going to split this up into parts because I need to feed you guys some fics đ„ș. SO. HERE YOU GO.
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