#his type

• he wants the girl that’s got boys drooling at her regardless for her looks, her charms?

• he likes to fight for his girl.

• but you also HAVE to be willing to let him.

• he doesn’t like to be controlled either so if he says he wants to do something, you gotta let him.

• he fights a lot with his significant other but always feels the need to be the first to say I’m sorry I love you.

• he’s a simp for the girls who’s too shy to hold his hand, too embarrassed to say I miss you.

• he likes to be the one to say it first anyway.

• he wants a girl to give him the respect he gives back.

• so even if he bites, you should too.

• but when he holds your hand, he expects you to hold it back no questions asked.

• he’s always been more of a fighter than a lover.

You looked up from your lunch. Teddy and Leslie eyed you suspiciously as you were all finally having lunch at the bar. 

“What do you mean?” You asked innocently. With his elbow on the table, Teddy pointed at you. 

“You’ve be awfully quiet since the car ride to lunch...” he said with certainty, “What happened?” You gulped, unable to answer. 

“Did Ronnie say anything mean to you?” 

“No!” You replied a bit faster than you should, as you looked down and resumed eating your food. Keeping a secret was not easy, especially when it was something as unexpected as the one you shared with Ronnie Kray a little while ago. Plus you had a hard time acting normal, for example, when Ronnie’s gaze did not leave you for one second since then and how hot your face kept feeling. 

To make things worse, during work, all you ever felt was impatience, distraction and frustration. Your leg wouldn’t stop shaking, and you kept looking at the clock too many times, waiting for the time to pass. It had been a long time since you felt all these emotions spread evenly in every inch of your body. 

 When the clock finally struck and you were finally free from the confines of work, life felt like it was full of endless possibilities for you. You walked home, expecting for a familiar car honk, or the sound of a slow engine behind you. But all you heard were either silence or all of that, for someone else. 

Suddenly, you couldn’t help but wonder whether Ronnie really meant what he said. Did he get preoccupied with The Firm and forget? Or was he just having a laugh about this whole thing?

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Slowly getting into the bathtub, a part of you already had already given up on the idea and wanted to forget about it, instead of feeling like a fool. Yet the more positive side of you decided to feel grateful, and proud of the exciting encounter itself, and slightly confident that Mr. Kray might actually show up at your door. 

The water splashed whenever you’d move around to clean yourself. The sight of your naked form, glistening with the soap filled warm water made you study yourself with a new fascination, imagining what it would be like, to be touched, held and ravished by him. As you continued, the daring side urged you to clean yourself even further down, with lighter strokes, as if he was there,  touching you already. But you were not an idiot, for you did not want to disrespect the man. And if he never shows up, the former could always be an option. 

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You wrapped the silk robe tightly around your body, the moment you managed to dry yourself with a towel. Butterflies did not seem to escape your stomach as you sat there in the living room, and you finally heard a knock on the door. 

Making sure you were not hallucinating, you tiptoed to the door, to look through the door hole. Butterflies somehow managed to multiply themselves within, followed by your breath quickening. You opened the door, keeping yourself composed. 

 Ronnie Kray stood outside the apartment hallway. No words were exchanged, the two parties were fully aware of the activities that will surely come to past tonight. 

 You moved to the side, allowing him to enter. His eyes never went past your body, especially when your erect nipples were quite visible through the thin robe. 

 “May I take your coat?” , You decided to speak first, trying to reach for it. Suddenly he grabbed your hand tightly.Pulling the hand to his face, he silently sniffed your fingers to your surprise. 

“Did you touch yourself before I got here?” He asked, in a dark tone. Biting your lip, responded: 

“Does washing yourself in a bath count?” 

With a grunt and much force, he pulled you to him, attacking your lips with the same energy, savoring what he had missed since the lunch break. Kissing him back, you were happily surprised. 

“That ..” you began, “was a nice way to start the night” you said breathlessly the moment your lips left his. But his grip on your hand did not. He owned you, and you did not mind that. 

Gently pulling him forward, you guided him to the living room. 

“Please ...” you said in a soft tone, as you unbuttoned his coat,” take a seat” eyes were in silent conversation as you helped him take it off before he made himself comfortable. 

You stood so close to him, your legs managed to brush against his knees. The way he observed you, you felt like a animal being watched by it's predator. Leaning forward, Ronnie casually got a hold of the edge of your robe, feeling the material with his fingers. 

"Silk is such a nice material" he commented, "Such a shame this has to come off" he continued, his dark gaze moving over to your face, setting you on fire. 

You knew better than to defy Ronnie Kray, you knew enough. Resting your hand on the knot, you slowly undid it. Opening the robe in equal speed, you got rid of yourself of it, throwing the light material back, as you finally stood  in front of him, naked. "It is a shame" you replied, watching his eyes scan your foreign nude frame.,"Maybe I should” You said, as you slowly turned behind”... get it back-" 

"On your knees" he commanded. 

Obedient as you were, you lowered down, crawling on all fours towards the piled robe, while he watched you from behind. Pushing your buttocks up, you lowered your upper torso down to the ground, lithe as a snake. You hummed in pleasure, pushing your rear up higher, feeling the softness of the silk on your cheek, fully aware of the fact you're giving Ronnie a clear view of your throbbing slit. He watched calmly, although his shaft was not as calm as he was. 

"Enough! Crawl back...now" 

Returning to him, you noticed the growth in his trousers. You took your sweet time, running your hands up and down his thighs, till you finally decided to halt at his belt. Keeping your eyes on him, you bravely unbuckled his belt. As you unzipped, you took his manhood out, whilst licking your lips with a great appetite. Touching with the upmost delicate nature, your mouth watered instantly. But that thirst could not be satisfied when he quickly grabbed you by the hair, tilting your head over to him. 

"Who told you, you could do that?" he asked sternly. You opened your mouth. 

"N-no one" you answered, trying to hid your nervousness. He pulled you closer, his shaft accidentally brushing against your breasts, causing a whimper to escape your lips. 

"Sit" he said, suppressing the need to express his arousal. He leaned back when you climbed up on him, facing him straight as you sat on his lap. 

"Undress me" 

You understood the game he was playing, and you could not help but enjoy it. He was not like other men...no bullshit was involved. 

You found it hard to concentrate when you took his glasses off, for his growth kept brushing on your buttocks. You gasped. As you put the spectacles away, wetness appeared in generous amounts instead.

Slowly, you unbuttoned his waist coat. Without removing it, you quickly moved your hands to the tie. 

"No..." he stopped you, "do it properly". There it was, more fire. 

Moving forward, he watched your body contort, stretch when you took off his waist coat, causing both of you to be centimeters apart. You swallowed, staring at his inviting lips as you held his waist coat on your hands. Soft moans came out your parted mouth, when you were desperate enough to rub it against your chest, feeling the material on your skin. As you heard his fist clench in frustration, you swore you almost saw Ronnie start to curse under his breath, but stopped himself. 

Dropping the waist coat down with one hand, you took hold of his tie with the other, moving even closer that you felt his breath on your collarbone. You tried so hard to focus undoing his tie when his hardened member sprung up higher, resting in between your butt cheeks. Ignoring it all your might, you fought back by holding his tie between your teeth, when you moved over to his shirt. 

"F-fuck" finally you heard his curses escape softly. Feeling his walls coming down, you threw the tie away, taking his right hand, placing it on your left breast. You resumed unbuttoning while feeling his hand explore you. You loved his hands on you. So you were not ashamed to do so. His palm brushing on your hardened bud along with the feel on his rings on your sensitive skin, sent frantic signals of pleasure, causing the throbbing below to increase. 

After unbuttoning the last one, you pulled the shirt down. His other hand took hold of your other breast, both hands now partners, as they pinched and pulled, watching you gasp without wasting any time. 

Stomach muscles clenched up tight, you were burning up, and you felt impatient. You pulled his wife beater up much faster than you did with the other clothes, and he did not seem to complain. Probably the fact his concentration was somewhere else. You made a sound in frustration when his arms got in the way of you taking the last piece of clothing off his torso. You were stopped when he grabbed your hand. Taking a deep breath, you wondered what exactly did he want you to do this time. When he pulled you forward, you knew why, as he kissed you with an intense hunger. 

It felt competitive, it felt intense. He did not want to take it slow, for you quickly felt his tongue demanding you to present your own. Quite the reminder from this morning. 

Arms snaking around your waist, he got up, with you wrapped around him. Your fingers frantically running through his hair, revealing the look you witnessed for a short period before in the car. Kneeling down, his mouth did not leave you when he placed you on the rug. Leaving to yourself, he stood up, stripping the rest of his clothing as quick as he could. 

The sight alone felt like a penetration, when he watched you, panting and naked. With your legs pressed together, you lay there watching him. You slowly parted them open as your fingers slowly ran down your stomach, then even further. 

"No fucking thing goes in there before I do!" he ordered, kneeling down on top of you when he parted your legs fully open with force, inserted himself in you in a flash. You cried out in surprise, but no surprised when you felt him enter you with convenience as your insides literally flooded with arousal. 

He continued to ram into you while he pinned your hands above your head, each push was strong enough for you to move along with him. 

"Ron-!" you moaned. Those moans were later promoted to cries of a loud variety in time as he dipped his head on your neck. Biting into your neck, he left hickeys wherever he could as he moved down to leave more on your chest. 

"Oh...fuck yes" you cried out, pleasure arising through the pain as he marked you. 

Grunting with each push, he made himself home inside you with enough thrusting, that he finally felt his release through gritted teeth. Throwing your head back, you felt him pull out, raining himself all over your stomach.

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Puffs of smoke left his lips as Ronnie smoked his cigar. Sitting on the armchair, he had you wrapped around him, both still naked. You took the opportunity to play with his loose hair, appreciating this rare sight that you did not get to see that often. 

"I would never hurt you, you know" he said, making you pause. 

The fact that Ronnie Kray could have a small dose of tenderness in him warmed your heart. 

"Of course...." you replied, running a finger along his cheek "but it was nice to know I did something risky with you. It'll be a lovely thing to remember by" you said, the warmed heart feeling a bit heavy, knowing the fun had ended so quickly. His hand suddenly held on to your waist tightly. 

"Who said this was the only time?" 

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