☆ asking your sweet boyfriend to be rough with you in bed for the first time
"Steve," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath, hand sliding up his arm to grip his bicep. "I... I want you to be rough with me tonight. Like, really rough. I've been thinking about it a lot."
His brow furrows, a flicker of surprise crossing his handsome face. Steve's always been gentle, treating you like something precious—kisses soft, thrusts measured, always checking in. He shifts closer, his thumb brushing your cheek. "Rough? Baby, you sure? I don't wanna hurt you. You're... you're everything to me."
You nod, biting your lip, heat pooling low in your belly at the thought. "I'm sure. I trust you. I want to feel you lose control, pin me down, fuck me hard. Please? Just this once—show me how it feels when you let go."
Steve's breath hitches, his eyes darkening as he searches your face. A slow, hungry smile tugs at his lips, and he leans in, capturing your mouth in a deep kiss that starts tender but quickly turns possessive, his tongue sweeping against yours. "Fuck, okay," he murmurs against your lips, voice roughening. "If that's what you want. But you tell me if it's too much, alright? Say the word, and I stop."
"I will," you promise, your hands roaming his back, nails digging in just enough to urge him on. He growls low in his throat, flipping you onto your back in one swift move, his body covering yours. His weight pins you to the mattress, solid and unyielding, and you gasp at the sudden dominance, thighs parting instinctively to cradle his hips.
Steve's hands are everywhere—gripping your wrists and stretching them above your head, holding them in one large palm while his free hand trails down your side, squeezing your breast roughly. He pinches your nipple, rolling it between his fingers until you arch beneath him with a whimper. "Like this?" he asks, voice husky, eyes locked on yours. "Want me to make you beg for it?"
"Yes," you moan, squirming under his hold. "God, Steve, more. Hurt me a little—I can take it."
He hesitates for a split second, then his grip tightens on your wrists, the slight sting sending sparks through you. His mouth descends on your neck, teeth grazing your skin before he bites down—not hard enough to bruise badly, but enough to make you cry out, the pain blooming into sharp pleasure. "You're so fucking hot like this," he breathes, sucking a mark into your pulse point. "All needy for me to wreck you."
You buck your hips up, feeling his hard cock press against your thigh through his boxers, thick and insistent. "Please, Steve—fuck me. I need your cock inside me, rough and deep."
With a ragged groan, he releases your wrists to shove his boxers down, his length springing free, flushed and leaking pre-cum. He yanks your panties aside, fingers delving between your folds to find you soaked. "Shit, you're dripping," he says, circling your clit with his thumb before plunging two fingers inside, curling them hard against your walls. You clench around him, keening as he pumps roughly, his palm slapping against your mound with each thrust.
"That's it, take it," he urges, his free hand wrapping around your throat—not squeezing yet, just holding, the threat of it making your pulse race. "Gonna fuck this pretty pussy until you can't walk straight. You want that, don't you? My sweet girl begging for my cock to ruin her."
"Yes, yes—do it," you gasp, your hands fisting the sheets as his fingers twist inside you, hitting that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. He withdraws them abruptly, leaving you empty and whining, and notches his cock at your entrance, the broad head teasing your clit.
Steve thrusts in without warning, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal snap of his hips. You cry out, the stretch burning deliciously as he fills you completely, no slow build-up this time. He doesn't give you a moment to adjust, pulling back only to slam forward again, setting a punishing rhythm that has the headboard thumping against the wall.
"Fuck, so tight," he grunts, his hand tightening on your throat now, applying just enough pressure to make your head swim. "Taking me so well, baby. Look at you—spread out for me, letting me pound this cunt."
You wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the room. Each thrust jolts through you, his cock dragging against your inner walls, hitting deep and relentless. "Harder," you plead, voice breaking. "Spank me, Steve—make it hurt."
His eyes flash with raw desire, and he shifts, one hand coming down on your thigh with a sharp smack that stings, leaving a imprint. You yelp, the pain igniting fresh heat between your legs, and he does it again, harder, as he drives into you. "Like that?" he pants, sweat beading on his forehead, hair falling into his eyes. "My dirty girl, getting off on the pain. Gonna mark you up everywhere."
"Oh god, yes—don't stop," you sob, tears pricking your eyes from the overwhelming intensity. His pace quickens, hips snapping with bruising force, the hand on your throat squeezing in time with his thrusts. You feel yourself tightening, the coil in your belly winding impossibly tight.
Steve leans down, capturing your lips in a messy, biting kiss, teeth clashing as he growls into your mouth. "Cum for me, baby. Squeeze my cock—milk me dry." His other hand slips between you, fingers rubbing your clit in rough circles, and it's too much—the roughness, the dominance from your usually sweet boyfriend.
You shatter with a scream, walls fluttering around him as orgasm rips through you, waves of pleasure crashing hard. Steve follows seconds later, burying himself deep with a guttural moan, hot cum flooding you in thick spurts. He collapses over you, still thrusting shallowly through the aftershocks, his hand loosening on your throat to stroke your hair instead.
"Holy shit," he whispers, pressing soft kisses to your skin, the tenderness returning as you both catch your breath. "You okay? Was that... what you wanted?"
You smile weakly, limbs heavy and sated, pulling him closer. "Perfect. So perfect, Steve. Thank you."
He grins, nuzzling your neck. "Anytime, baby. But next time? Maybe a little warning so I can prepare to lose my mind over you."
