𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

Too Hard To Handle| Smut| Request

I moan as Leon roughly pulls out with a squelch, then he rapidly flips me over onto my stomach, smacking my ass harshly as I squeak and writhe on the bed. He grunts, hovering over me as his lips attack my neck, sucking and biting as they lower and lower, trailing down my spine, my ribs, then settling over my ass. He gives it another slap before his tongue darts out and licks the reddening handprint, just as it begins to soothe Leon opens his mouth wide and bites me. I yelp, instinctively crawling further up the bed to escape the pain. However Leon's hands reach out, grabbing my hips and pulling me back down again. 

"I don't think so sweetheart, you said you wanted me to fuck you like the men in those books of yours do, so take what I give you." He growls, fingers digging in as he positions himself at my entrance once more, but the pain is still lingering and I'm beginning to think that maybe I can't take what I asked for after all. Leon's quick to thrust inside of me, giving me no time to breathe as he slams in and out, a hand reaches out and grips the back of my neck, squeezing as he lifts me and forces me to curve my spine. My mouth opens, he's being too rough, fucking me too hard to the point where I don't feel pleasure anymore, it's beginning to hurt and make me feel bad. 

"L-Leon-" I cry, tears falling down my face as he grunts and speeds up, landing another smack to my ass. I sob, trying to remember the safe-word we discussed. "P-Pencils!" I call out. Without any other movements, quicker than lightening, Leon pulls out and rolls me over, kneeling beside me with a guilty look on his face. 

"Sweetheart," He says softly, reaching out to cup my tear stained cheeks, "fuck, you're crying, not in a good way, right?" He asks, face falling. The sight of him looking so deflated and guilty makes me cry harder, I didn't mean to disappoint him. Leon scoops me up, setting me in his lap as he rocks and cradles me, running soft fingers through my hair as I bury my face into the crook of his neck, grabbing at him to nestle further into his warmth. "I'm so sorry, I didn't realise-"

"It's okay Leon," I whimper, ass stinging, "I thought I could do it, but...I'm sorry I couldn't." I shakily say. Leon draws back, cupping my cheeks as his thumbs wipe away my tears, he presses his forehead to mine, giving me a watery smile despite him feeling bad. 

"Don't apologise, you did amazing, I shouldn't have been so hard on you, I should've read your reactions better. I hope you can forgive me for it." He sadly says. I nod, looping my arms around his neck as he buries his face in my hear, inhaling as we just hold each other and calm down together. I'm like jelly by the time either of us are ready to break apart again, but Leon refuses to let go of me, instead he peppers my face with gentle kisses, hands tickling my skin and making me laugh until I'm crying tears of happiness. "What do you need sweetheart? Should we do something softer, or do you just want to relax now?" He softly asks, rubbing my skin as I wince and try to wriggle off of his lap. I feel guilty for leaving him hard, but I don't feel ready enough to keep going right now. 

"Is it okay if we continue later, I just don't feel...I just want to be with you without doing anything." I whisper, staring at the bed and hoping Leon understands. He makes an low noise of agreement, taking my hand in his as he softly squeezes it reassuringly. 

"Of course, I can wait. Why don't I run us a nice bath to clean up, yeah? I'll even grab the cookies I bought earlier for us." He suggests, making me smile at the care and tenderness he treats me with. I nod, letting him kiss my forehead before he crawls off of the bed and goes to run the bath. I sit, waiting and wishing I could be more like the heroines in my romance books who can take all the aggressive kinks and play, but I'm not that way, I prefer softer more intimate sex, and that's okay too. By the time I spiral into my thoughts once more Leon comes back, smiling as he holds out a hand for me. "Can you walk?" 

I let out a small laugh, getting up and walking over to him. "I'm okay, just more shaken than anything. I don't think I want to try any of that again." I confess. Leon nods, leading me into the bathroom where he's prepared a hot bath with lots of bubbles, a bath bomb and some rose petals in the water. Candles are lit and there's a plate of cookies and some tea set on the bath tray for us. It's so soft and romantic, and perfectly Leon. I reach onto my toes, kissing Leon softly as he wraps his arms around me and rubs a thumb over my hip. 

"I love you so much, you're so perfect and wonderful, I'm so lucky to have you with me." Leon murmurs, gently picking me up before setting us in the bath. I lie between his legs with my back to his chest, it's like a warm embrace, but even more perfect as Leon reaches up and begins scratching at my head, giving me a massage. I settle into him for a while, until I sit up and grab a cookie, holding it out for him. He smiles, taking it gratefully as we eat and begin talking about random things, then once we're done I begin to give him the same treatment he gave me, running my fingers through his blonde strands as he closes his eyes and groans in delight. It sends a thrill through me, and now we've had some time to recuperate I think I'm once again ready to be intimate. 

"Can we try again, but softer this time?" I whisper to Leon, feeling his length stir at my words. He nods, nudging me to get up so he can empty the bath and clean up. We head back to bed, where this time I lie on my back and let Leon whisper praises to me as I tell him how much I love him. Our lips barely leave each others' skin as we make love softly, taking our time until we reach our peaks and come down together, wrapped in each others arms, breaths mingling and hearts singing in passion and understanding.