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Ever so slightly delirious from the pain, you weren't sure if you were imagining a giant figure coming towards you. "It's been a while, huh rookie?" You furrow your eyebrows at the unknown voice.

The closer he got, the more details you noticed. A bright red military beret standing out to you the most. Scars on his face that marked previous battles. A worn-out shirt too tight for his body. A tactical vest containing all the tools he could need. Hands that have rugged fingerless leather gloves on them. He reaches for the knife in his vest, he tosses it up, and catches it in one swift motion. Eyeing you, he crouches down to be at your level. "I thought you were a better fighter than this."

Before you could process what was happening, he was shoving the sharp blade into your abdomen. You let out a gasp of pain as he takes his knife back. He stands back up, looking down at the blood now covering his knife. "Not so strong, after all." The world goes silent for a moment, your vision getting blurry. He lifts his knife again, ready to take another stab.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang through your ears, cutting through the silence. The man falls to the ground just barely missing you. The knife clatters against the concrete floor. Your eyes start to focus again and you realize it was Ada who shot him. She rushes over to you, and the panic sets in seeing the amount of blood you're losing. "Luis, help!" Ada yells, they both crouch down either side of you. She tears a piece of fabric, ready to tie it around your waist. You could feel all the strength you had to fight draining from your body.

Sounds around you start to muffle as you close your eyes. "Hey," Luis taps your face lightly, keeping your focus on him. "Not the time sleepyhead." He jokes, taking the fabric from Ada's hands. "Stay with us!" Ada shouts, shaking your shoulders. Luis ties the fabric around your waist, securing it with a knot. "You're gonna be okay." He says as he lifts you in his arms and carries you, attempting to find a safer place before calling for help. But, it doesn't take long for the noises to quiet down, your vision slowly fading out, eventually passing out.

Sharp, shooting pains penetrate your body as you slowly regain consciousness. The more deep breaths you take the more blood seeps out, horrid wounds barely held together by poxy bandages. You feel yourself being carried but with all the pain you try to squirm out of the hold. "Relax, princesa. You're gonna end up hurting yourself even more." Luis hums, his arms hooked under your legs and supporting your upper back. You hear a scoff in the distance, "Shut up Luis. This isn't a time to flirt!" Ada nudges him in the back, her heels clicking as she quickly overtakes him.

He gasps, feigning offense. "Hey I'm not flirting! I'm trying to be helpful over here! Unlike someone.." He rolls his eyes, pretending to be annoyed. "Almost there hun." You nod, feeling yourself getting sleepy. Ada clears her throat as Luis giggles to himself, "Heard that one too many times before." She looks back, glaring at him. "Luis, enough!" She bites back a smile, trying to hide the slightest amusement. He sighs, clicking his tongue. "Alright alright, amor."

After what seemed like hours of walking, you finally saw the stairs leading up to the infirmary. Luis carefully walks up the stairs with you in his arms. Ada holds her hands out just in case anything were to happen. Making it to the top of the stairs, Ada knocks on the door. "Doc, are you free? Do you have a moment?" Silence... Getting impatient without a response she opens the door slightly, spotting a frantic doctor. "Yes! So sorry, come in!" Your body was so weak with all the pain at this point, you were so relieved to see the doctor.

Ada rushes over to the doctor, informing them about your state, as Luis finds a bed and gently lowers you onto it. "You're a brave one." He says, patting your head. You look up at him, tears forming in your eyes. "Am I gonna die?" He shakes his head, taking your hand in his. "No. You're going to be just fine, mi vida. Just hang in there." You were so tired from the pain, just wanting to fall asleep. You couldn't help but close your eyes, even if it was just for a few seconds.

"Keep your eyes open ángel." You frown, opening your eyes but keeping your eyebrows furrowed. "Everything hurts." You manage to rasp out, he nods rubbing a thumb over your bloodied knuckles. "I know. It'll be over soon." You could feel the stare from him, like he was telling you off with his eyes. "At least wait until you're properly patched up to fall asleep." You groan, shaking your head in protest. "Stop worrying old man." You jokingly roll your eyes. He scoffs, "No amount of pain will ever stop you from being bratty huh?" He smiles at you knowingly.

As the doctor and Ada make their way to your bed, you overhear a little bit of the conversation. "Apologies for the delay, I was busy patching up your boyfriend." The doctor gestures towards Ada. "Ugh, he didn't mention he was going on a mission. What was it this time?" She pinches the bridge of her nose in frustration.

"Surprisingly, worse than usual. Someone must've caught him off guard, nasty gash." Ada winces hearing the news. "How is he now?" The doctor reaches the foot of the bed, eyeing you. "Better. Resting. He must be so tired from all the work." Ada shrugs, gesturing to Luis. "We all are." The doctor hums and nods. Moving closer to you, a gentle hand on your cheek as they check your eyes with a bright light making you squint slightly and look away.

"We tried our best to patch the wounds as well as we could with what we had." Luis explains, pointing to the bloodied bandages secured across your waist and your shoulder too. The doctor acknowledges while checking vitals, putting out a small tray with a couple of painkillers, prompting you to take them. You take the painkillers with a sip of water, already feeling them kick in. "Right so, everything else seems fine, I'll clean and stitch you up."

The doctor carefully removes the bandage on your shoulder first, wiping away any dried blood, then pulls out a thin needle and thread. Looking up from the tray, the doctor sees Ada and Luis still standing around. "Oh! You two are free to go, thank you for bringing her in." They both nod in acknowledgement, while Luis makes his way out of the infirmary, Ada makes her way over to another bed with the curtains drawn, seemingly looking for someone in particular.

With the pain finally subsiding, you barely felt the stitches. Starting to feel sleepy, your eyes getting heavy. Each blink getting slower and slower. Until, the doctor says, "All done." You shake yourself awake slightly, groaning. The doctor chuckles softly, "Rest up." And before you know it, you're out like a light.

The last thing you remember is him. As soon as you wake up he's on your mind. You dreamt about him, it's wrong, you know it. Leon is a taken man but you can't help it. His deep raspy voice that always makes your heart flutter, his broad shoulders, his big arms, his toned stomach muscles—

The sound of curtains being opened next to you brought you out of your thoughts. The sun shines in your eyes, making you squint. You groan at the rude awakening. "Morning sunshine, you're finally awake." Leon hums, shirtless, his back to you. You could practically feel the smirk plastered over his stupidly handsome face.

"Oh, Leon! Morning, it's been a while." You rub your eyes, stretching lightly, free of any pain. Hearing shuffling, he turns around to help you sit up. He smiles, "Sure has. How are you feeling? Still in any pain?" He muses. "No I'm alright actually.. how long was I out for?" You question. "Oh it's only been a couple of days." He shrugs.

"Hm not too bad then?" You hum. He shakes his head, "No, no. not at all. I'm glad you could get some rest." He smiles softly. It was just a small crush, why did he have to make it worse? You couldn't help but stare at him, his perfectly shaped body—

"What were you dreaming about? You were moving around quite a bit and making some.. interesting sounds." He smirks to himself. "Oh, I don’t remember.. maybe it was a nightmare." You shrug. It's obvious he's just trying to make conversation but it's annoying. He is annoying.

He hums lowly, you know that isn't the response he's looking for. He gets closer to you, your attention drawn to his body. The veins that decorate his big, muscly arms, his chest that would fit so perfectly against you, his waist that draws down to his v-line—

You clear your throat, looking away. "What does it matter to you anyway--" He grabs your jaw firmly but not too hard as he makes you look at him, your faces now inches apart. His patience, running thin. "Do you need me to help you remember?" His eyes dark, voice much deeper than before. His free hand finds purchase around your waist, just above your hips.

"Don't lie to me. You were moaning my name. I know what you think of me. I know what you dreamt about. I know you want me." His hot breath hitting your face every time he spoke. You look away from him, hands on his chest keeping him from getting any closer even though you know how strong he is and that if he wanted to he could. 

He lets go of your jaw, his hold on your waist too. "Do you want this?" You nod, chewing on your lip. He grabs your hands, holding them in his. "Use your words." He says softly. You didn't pull your hands away and that was enough for him. "Yes.. I want you." Your voice barely above a whisper. This could be your chance.

You look into his eyes for any kind of hesitation but found nothing. "Leon..." You pause, maintaining eye contact. He reaches out to hold your face, his touch reassuring you. Without thinking twice you grab his arm and pull him forward into you, stumbling a bit at the force.

Soft lips press together in harmony. The built-up tension finally being released with each and every kiss. You can feel him smile against you, making you press into him even more. Heavy breaths fill the room as you explore each other's bodies.

With his hands on your waist, he bites down on your bottom lip causing you to moan, he takes the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. Tongues intertwine with each other causing a sloppy mess. You tug on his hair making him groan into the kiss.

It takes about a minute for you both to pull away, catching your breath. As you do, a string of saliva follows you two. You shyly giggle at such an erotic sight in front of you. "Cute." He mutters under his breath, "Don't get all shy on me now." You hide your face against his chest, hearing a low chuckle from the man.

His hands on your shoulders, he pushes you back a little to see your face. His palm rests against your cheek, making you look at him. Eyes lock onto him, you feel your heart beat faster.

"Is this okay?" He whispers against your lips. The adrenaline rushes through your body. You nod fervently, feeling his lips travel down, teeth grazing against your neck. "..Be patient, I wanna take my time with you." His breath on your neck, tickling a bit, making you squirm under him.

A few tiny sounds escape you, "Leon, please..!" You whine, wanting more of him, his touch. His hands caress your lower back, while he whispers against your skin. "Please what sweet girl?" He teases. You look away, flustered from the name calling. "Just— hurry up already!"

"No no no, patience." He murmurs, lips coming in contact with your neck, peppering plenty of kisses on and around the area. You grasp at his biceps, his arms around your waist. "Wait, how are we going to—" He parts ways with your neck, a barely visible smirk graces his face.

He makes his way on top of you, careful not to put his weight on you. His arms either side of your waist, supporting his body. Your back resting against the mattress while his chest presses up against yours. Your faces inches apart, the eye contact making your face burn. "I'm sure we can make it work, hm?" He hums.

He leans in, putting slightly more pressure on your body underneath him. Lips softly press together, closing the space between you two. His fingers gently trace your jawline before pulling away. “Let me know if this is too much alright?"

It doesn't take him long to start caressing your pretty figure. He plants a few soft kisses on your neck as his hands start to find their way around your body. His touch so soft and delicate. His hands reach under your back, quickly finding ties at the back of your gown, it slips off your shoulders as he undoes them.

His hands rub up and down, tracing your spine with his long slender fingers, making you shiver. He dips his head down to your neck, kissing further down your body. Pressing kisses along your collarbones, leaving a few marks here and there. He pulls away for a moment to get a look at you.

He's met with a sight of your gorgeous breasts. "Wow, you are stunning." He hums, eyeing them carefully. "Beautiful." he whispers, taking them in his hands, giving each one a soft squeeze before kissing them. He takes one in his mouth, sucking contently as he gently massages the other. His fingertips pinch the free nipple.

You gasp at the sensation, your hands fly up to tug on his hair. His teeth grazing lightly against the nub. Need coursing through you, you buck your hips up to grind against him. He lets off with an audible pop. "Fuck baby.." He groans out through gritted teeth. His hand has a firm grip on your hip keeping you in place.

You whine, trying to wiggle out of his hold but it's impossible, he's too strong. "Be patient." He grunts, giving your chest some more attention. Lips latched onto your body so sweetly. Tongue swirling around the sensitive nub.

While his lips are busy with your breasts, his hands tug off the rest of the gown, throwing it on the floor, leaving you completely bare. You gasp at the sensation of the cold air hitting your skin. His arms envelop you, his warmth soothing the cold.

He parts ways with your chest. His hands slowly feel their way down your waist, past your hips and thighs, resting them on your knees. "You're so pretty," he mumbles as he gently parts your legs. One hand reaches back up to lightly trace your inner thigh, making you shiver. While his other hand goes up to your jawline, tracing it with his fingers before stopping right at your bottom lip.

His thumb parts your lips, "Suck." He demands, shoving his finger inside your mouth. You instantly do, swirling your tongue around his finger. You look up to see him staring right back at you. "Keep going." He nods, while his other hand continues to draw shapes on your thighs. You whine around his finger, squirming at the lack of touch. He pauses to look at you, eyes dark.

The hand on your thigh swiftly moves to your neck, squeezing lightly. "I thought I told you to be patient, no?" You nod, a whimper escaping you. "Adorable." He sighs as he lets go of the hold on your neck, also letting you off his finger. "Good girl." He praises, patting your cheek, seeing you all sloppy with drool. He then reaches back down, continuing his tracing all around your inner thighs, his fingers ghosting over your slit.

His thumb finally reaches your aching clit, softly circling it. Your eyes instantly shut at the feeling, your hips instinctively buck up to meet his hand, letting out a soft moan. He tuts, shaking his head, his free hand moves to your hip to keep a steady hold on you. His middle finger gently brushes over your slit, collecting your wetness. "Fuck you're already soaked." He slides his middle finger inside you, groaning.

"You can take two fingers, can't you baby?" His ring finger slips inside too. His thumb still rubbing circles on your clit, his fingers pump in and out of you at a steady pace. You roll your hips against his hand, wanting more. His fingers curl up inside of you, your inner walls tighten around the thick digits. "There you go, pretty girl." He praises as you squeeze around his fingers.

"F-faster.." You mumble, letting out quiet whines. "Oh yeah," He grunts out. His pace quickens, his fingers massaging that special spot inside of you. "You like this, huh? You get off to fucking a taken man hm?" He gives your clit little spanks, the feeling making your body jolt with pleasure. "You naughty girl.”

He readjusts himself so his face is now nuzzling against you, his fingers still plunged into your hole. Placing gentle kisses on your slit, his nose prods against your clit while he gently licks up and down. Your hips buck up instinctively, reaching down to grab onto his hair. He groans against your cunt, the vibrations making you tug on his hair even tighter. 

"Mmm.. careful baby." He mutters, his hot breath against you. Your head spins at the sound of his fingers in your wet cunt. His tongue flattens against your slit making you squeal. You bite down on your bottom lip to not let out any more noises. "Don't hold back baby, I wanna hear those moans."

He pulls his fingers out of your dripping, puffy pussy. Keeping eye contact while he sucks your juices off his fingers. He sits back up, finding his way to your lips. His tongue swipes your bottom lip before entering your mouth unannounced. Sweet little gasps escape your mouth. You taste yourself as he kisses you. But not for long as he pulls away, with a dark look. 

His smirk showing his tongue swiping across his teeth. He dips back down to get another taste. Lightly peppering kisses on your slit, his tongue brushing over your clit, making you gasp. His hands move from your thighs to wrap around your ankles, holding you down, preventing you from moving around.

His tongue prods at your entrance. Nose pressing against your clit as he drives his tongue inside your hole, pushing between your pussy lips twisting inside you. You gasp, grabbing a fistful of his hair. "Mmfh—Leon!" His pretty blue eyes look up at you as his tongue licks rapidly across your pussy, frantically lapping away at your folds. You spread your legs even wider, back arching, hips grinding against his face.

His tongue works it's way in and out of you. Deeper than any other man could reach. So eager, desperate to get as much of himself inside of you as he can. All the wetness running from you, the mix of your juices and his saliva, the dirty sounds fill the room. His tongue slurping back and forth, in and out, pushing into you, contorting inside of you then pulling out so he can drink from you.

"Oh my goood!" You felt yourself getting closer to the edge. He didn't show any signs of stopping any time soon either. "I'm so close—" He doesn’t pull up for air. He continues to eat from you like a starved man. "Cum, baby," Leon hisses, his voice a low rasp, "Cum on my fucking tongue. Can you do that, hm? Be a good girl and cum for me."

You nod desperately biting your lip, not being able to hold back your moans. "I'm—gonna cum— fuuck Leon! 'M cumming, cumming—oh god!" Your eyes squeezing shut as you cum. You throw your head back against the pillow, eyes rolling back, seeing stars. One hand fists the sheets while the other tugs even more on his hair. Your toes curl, legs shaking, as you finally reach that peak. You rock your hips, gasping for air.

Your whole body trembles under him as he continues drinking from you, through your orgasm. Until you can't take any more, you have to push his head away just to get a moment to breathe. He presses a few final kisses to your lips before pulling away with a smirk. You lay there panting as he grins up at you while licking his lips.

"Cute.." He trails off, his hands lower your legs slowly.

Seeing your eyes glaze over, he taps your face lightly. "You alright?" He questions, unsure of your consciousness. You hum softly in agreement, blinking slowly. "Was that good for you princess?" Choosing to ignore his question, you reach out. "More..." You mumble, mindlessly clawing at his chest. Eyeing the growing bulge in his sweats. He follows your eyes, chuckling when he finally realizes what you want.

He carefully climbs on top of you. You feel his hard cock against you, only the thin fabric between you. He leans down, pressing against you, his lips close to the shell of your ear. "Are you sure you're gonna be able to take it?" He whispers, biting on it softly. Eager, without a response you reach for his waistband. But he's quick to react, his hand wraps around your wrist. Feeling a pulse between your own legs at the massive outline of his girth. "It's a little bit.. bigger." He tugs down his sweats and boxers.

His cock springs free against his toned stomach. On instinct, you lick your lips seeing the little bead of precum leaking from his tip. Thick veins prettily decorate his throbbing cock. He wraps his big hand around it, stroking and pumping it slowly. His free hand wraps around your waist, easily lifting your lower body up to meet his. Instinctively, you wrap your legs around his hips. Gasping at the feeling of him prodding the tip against your slit. "God, you're so fucking wet."

He slides a pillow under your butt, lowering you down onto it. He adjusts your legs to be on top of his shoulders instead of around his waist. His palms rest on the mattress under you, either side of your waist. One hand moves back to stroke his cock, rubbing it back and forth against your folds, collecting your wetness. He taps it against your folds a few times, teasing your clit with a couple strokes. With a few shaky breaths and mumbled curses, he slides in.

"Ahh— slowly, slowly— just the tip." He whispers to himself, clearly trying to hold back. His jaw clenched, as he gradually inches inside. The stretch almost too much. He fit perfectly, deep inside you. You couldn't help but clench around the head tightly. He groans at the feeling of you instantly squeezing down on him. You moan out, stuttering his name. "Fuck, you're so goddamn tight." He mutters through gritted teeth. Rough, calloused hands keeping a firm hold on your hips.

"I'm all the way in pretty girl." You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. He gives you a moment to adjust, to breathe. You swallow hard, attempting to get used to the feeling of being stretched, making room for him. You try to squirm wanting him to move already but his firm hold on your hips keep you in place. "Ah ah," He tuts, "Not just yet.."

After a couple minutes of just heavy breathing, you give him the green light, nodding slowly. You let out a gasp at his sudden movement, eyes fluttering as he rolls his hips into you. Beginning to thrust into you slow and controlled. "That's it, you're taking me so well." He grunts out, the harsh grip he has on your hips leaving bruises in the shape of his fingerprints. 

Your wet velvety walls clench around him with every micromovement. With every thrust he hits that special spot inside of you that makes your vision go dark, seeing stars. You needed something, anything to grab on to. Instinctively, your arms reach up to wrap around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. In return, his big hands make their way around your waist, pulling you into him somehow closer.

"This pretty pussy of yours," he grunts as he thrusts into you. "Is all mine." Each thrust hitting that same sweet spot. Your eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out. He takes the chance to spit in your mouth. "Open up." He orders, fingers tracing your jaw as he spits out the liquid from his own mouth into yours. Those same fingers shut your mouth, preventing you from spilling any. "Now swallow." You nod, keeping eye contact the entire time.

"Good girl," He hums. Your nails dig into his back, the praises rolling off his tongue making you lightheaded. "So obedient for me." He lightly traces your sides and without any warning, you feel him push in even more. Deeper than before, reaching a spot you didn't think was even possible. "Mhmfh—Leooohn," He swallows every sound you give him. Every moan, every whine, every gasp, muffled sweetly by his lips.

He presses down on your lower belly, feeling for himself in your guts, so deep inside of you. You gasp and instinctively tighten up, clenching around him, making him press his fingers into your sides. He presses the same area a couple more times, enjoying the way your pussy squeezes down on his cock. "You're so responsive pretty girl." He mentions with a smirk.

With your tits bouncing in his face at every sharp thrust, he felt himself getting impossibly closer. His thrusts started to get even quicker, almost unbearably so. "You're a good girl and you're gonna take it all for me yeah?" You nod, unable to respond with the amount of pleasure clouding your thoughts. His fingers glide over your clit rubbing tantalizing circles, getting you closer to that edge. "You keep fucking clenching around me like that and I'm gonna cum."

"Pleasepleaseplease!" You beg for him to cum inside, wrapping your legs around him. The way you beg so pretty, there's no way he can resist. "Shit—gonna cum, gonna cum—" He can't help but be rough. His pace brutal, his thrusts short and sharp. "Cumming— 'M cumming, oh god," With a few final thrusts, you can feel the sticky white ropes of his cum fill your insides. You feel his thrusts start to slow, getting sloppy by the second. "God.. that pussy is gonna be the death of me I swear."

He manages to mutter out before collapsing behind you, panting. His chest rising and falling at an uneven pace. "Let's uh.. let's stay like this for a little while longer hm?" He sighs, wanting to savor the feeling of your warm cunt around him. You lean your head back, resting it on his chest, you could feel his heartbeat returning back to a normal pace, his breathing steady, body snug against yours.

A moment of silence passes before the situation finally sinks in. You sit up a little smacking his chest, "Leon!" His previously shut eyes open to look up at you. "What?" You giggle at his half asleep state. "We just did that! Oh my god, we just did that... woah— we just did that." He smiles softly at your small ramble. You snuggle back into him, even more, this time facing him. 

His hand gently grasping your face, thumb stroking your cheek. Closing your eyes, you lean into his touch. He sighs, "You're just too cute." He hums in content, placing a delicate kiss on your head. You start to doze off in his arms but his sudden movement makes you frown. "Noo.." you whine, squirming in his arms. He chuckles at your reaction. "I gotta pull out baby." He places another kiss on your forehead. 

Your hands barely wrap around his bicep, attempting to pull him back to you. "You don't have to.." You pout, looking up at him. He hums, pretending to think about it for a second. "But I should." He whispers against your lips before giving them a quick peck. He easily rolls you to one side, granting him easier access to pull out. One hand holds onto your hip as the other pulls his cock out. 

You both groan at the feeling, his warm seed slowly seeping out of you. "Fuck.. we made a mess." He lays there for a moment admiring his work. He breathes out, "Let's get you cleaned up hm?" He gets out of the bed, quickly shoving his sweatpants on before walking over to the counter that had a clean towel. You close your eyes, still coming down from the high. "Hey, don't fall asleep on me just yet." 

He gently pats your face, as you slowly open your eyes, stretching and yawning. He stands over you, the warm towel in hand, his fingers ghosting over your trembling thighs. "I'll be gentle, I know I went a little.. rough." He points to the forming bruises on your hips. Still sensitive, you shiver feeling his touch again. He leans over you while wiping you clean, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder. 

He stops for a moment, admiring you. "You're so beautiful." He whispers against your skin. Grabbing onto his forearm, you pull him in closer. You arms then wrap around his neck, as your lips meet. But it was short and sweet. Only a couple kisses in, he pulls away. You whine, already missing the affection. He smiles down at you, standing back up. He makes his way to put the now used towel away.

His back now to you, you see him stretch lightly, extending his arms then retracing them. Rolling his shoulders in a circular motion. "You're going already?" You pout, feeling him smirk even though he wasn't facing you. "And even if I was?" He teases, reaching for his shirt. Your favorite shirt he wore, the tight dark blue one that hugs his torso perfectly. Once it's on, he smooths out it, turning back around to look at you.

"I prefer that off." You hum, staring him down. Making him raise his eyebrows in question. He walks back over to the bed, "Is that right?" He leans in, so much so that you feel his hot breath against your face. You wrap your arms around his neck in an attempt to get him even closer. "So... round two?" You grin mischievously. “Fuck. You're gonna be the death of me.”

when he helps you put on or take off ur bra

when he's the softest and sweetest dom

when he's desperate to eat you out but ur hesitant, thinking ur too heavy, he wraps his arms around your thighs pulling you down on his tongue

when he peppers kisses along your jaw, neck, and collarbones

when he holds your hand while love making

when he wants to maintain eye contact while fucking

when he tells you ur lips look like they would fit around his cock and if they didn't he'd make it fit

when he fucks you to the point where your mascara is running down your cheeks

when he has his hands around your neck/throat

when he shoves you down on his length making you gag and choke

when he fucks you to the point where i can't walk or see straight

when he's playing video games with his friends and you go to ride him or suck him off and tell him he has to keep talking to them but can't let out any moans

when he fills you up so good

when he's the perfect fit

when he's in awe of the fact that he's so big that he can see the outline of his cock bulging in your stomach

when he doesn't want his cum leaking out of you so he fucks it back in

when he stuffs his fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet

when he eats you out to the point where ur juices are dripping down his chin

when he holds you in place while watching ur throat bulge around him

when he cums down your throat, then kisses you so he can taste himself

when he holds your hips while he thrusts deeper into you

- he desperately wants to get you pregnant so he can experience having a big family again, like how he grew up with four older sisters, it's what he's used to

- even after you have your first child together, he still wants to give you more

- thoughts of you being a mother to his kids turn him on so much

- he thinks you would look so pretty pregnant

- he'll be very curious about how your milk tastes so expect him to beg to try it

- very, very passionate sex

- he has a huge breeding kink

- he can go for hours with his military stamina

- when breeding you, you'll go for multiple rounds just so that he can be sure that you're carrying his baby

- 'are you going to be able to fit another load inside you, hm?'

- he fits inside you perfectly, massaging your insides

- 'fuck baby, you take me in so well'

- 'it's like you were made for me'

- he becomes quite possessive

- 'you're all mine, every inch of you is mine.'

- he won't instantly pull out, he'll stay put for a while almost as if he's plugging you

- when he does pull out, if his cum starts to leak out he'll softly fuck it back in

- 'we can't be sure you're pregnant just yet'

- it's not fucking with dae-ho it's always love making

- the softest dom. he's so gentle with you

- he wants you to feel as safe and comfortable as possible

- i feel like he'll talk you through it.

- handholding the whole time

- always keeping eye contact ! he puts you in all the positions where he can see your pretty face contort into pleasure

- that being said, mirror sex.

- 'keep your eyes on me baby'

- he loves showering you in praise

- 'good girl~ thaat's it angel'

- 'ah fuck, you're making me feel so good baby'

- you won't hear a single degrading thing come from his mouth

- if you're on top he'll softly guide you with his hands on your hips

- but if you get too tired while riding him he'll happily take over, making sure you both feel good

- however if he's on top he'll go slow but deep, making sure to hit every spot

- he's so gentle with you, always checking to make sure you're okay

- 'is this alright?

- 'i'm not going too hard am i?'

- he's just so big, taking him was something you had to prepare your body for

- he makes sure you cum at least twice before even taking him

- 'dae, it's too big- it wont fit!

- 'no no, eyes on me. you can do it.'

- the stretchhh everytime he's inside

- he loves it when you grab onto his big shoulders for support when he's deep inside you

- also loves when you mark him

- hickeys, scratches, bites, he loves it all

- he's not super vocal but does grunt a lot, and his moans are deep and low

- your moans are such sweet sounds to him

- he cums a lot, so much so that it fills you up and spills

- please take all of his load

- he loves the idea of breeding you

- the idea of you being round with his kids turns him on so much

- aftercare is a must. he's such a sweetheart getting everything you ask for

- snacks? already got them. water? done. cuddles? on it.

- he makes sure that you're asleep before him so he knows you're resting

- 'goodnight my sweet girl, i love you'