leon's angel

And it's not as though you're blind to what he does for a living, and you're not so obtuse as to not know why he refuses to rough house with you. Still, you thought he'd make an exception for the sake of your sex life. 

"Please?"

"No, I'm sorry. I'm not comfortable with it." 

And you let it go, willing yourself to be content with 'making love', the Leon way. 

Needless to say, you're surprised when, one night, as the two of you are tangled in the sheets, glued together by sweet sweat and saliva, Leon asks you to choke him. 

"What?" You beg for confirmation, sure you must have misheard him--certain that his words were insincere, just something shouted out among the throws of ecstasy, not to be heeded. 

"Choke me," he commands, gasping for air as pleasure rolls through his body like thunder. When you hesitate, your hips stalling on top of him, he grabs your wrist, manually placing your hand around his neck, pressing your thumb and pointer fingers into his throat until the skin around it turns white. “Keep riding me.” 

“Uh, okay,” you mumble, hips resuming. It doesn’t take you long to catch up to the rising heat of your interrupted pleasure, and once you find it, your hand almost instinctively tightens around Leon’s neck. Your fingers dig into the sinew beneath his skin as you grind against him, your clit catching on his pelvis. 

“Fuck, that’s it,” he says in a strangled breath. “Tighter.” 

“Tighter?” You ask meekly, the question punctuated by an uncertain gasp. 

“Tighter,” he groans, and you obey, hardening your grip. His eyes screw shut and his hips jolt beneath you, thigh shaking. The tendons in his neck tense beneath your fingers. “Hit me.”

You don’t dare ask him to repeat himself, and it’s not like you have a chance to before your arm raises and your palm comes down across his face. Once the red mark on his cheek starts to wane, he glances up at you from beneath cinched brows, his eyes wide. You can’t quite decipher the expression on his face, whether he’s wounded by the fact you actually hit him, or desperation for you to do it again. 

“Keep choking me. I’m–fuck–I’m so close.”

Typically, Leon waits for you to finish before he finally lets himself chase his own release. 

Not tonight though. Not when your hand is around his throat, applying an amount of pressure of which you never imagined yourself to be capable. Not when the sharp sting across his cheek bleeds into sweet pleasure. 

His curious hands start to slide down one of the straps of your bra, and your hand quickly stops his. And that’s when he started to beg, “just once, I swear I won’t ever ask again. Please, I promise” he whines. His words barely roll over in your head as you nod and lets him continue fumbling around with your bra in the dim lit room.

Leons eyes widens when he finally manages your bra to come off, his warm hands immediately cupping them. Eagerly swiping his fingers across your bare nipples, causing you to shudder and recoil from his touch. “Okay, that’s enough, don’t make this any weirder” you slur, leaning back and covering your chest with your arm as he pulls away with a simple nod.

But this only fuels his obsession, pushing it way too far after you woke up to him in your bed, his pink lips wrapped around the perked bud while he sucks gently — as if to calm himself.

He’s laid on top of you so you can’t push him off as easy as you do nothing by lie stiff underneath him, your brows furrowed from the confusion and disgust of the entire situation.

You know he’s not asleep because his thumb is toying with the nipple that’s not currently in his mouth while his eyes are pressed shut, but he knows that you’re also awake. He can tell from how much faster your breathing has got. But he’s planned this all out, he releases your nipple with a soft pop before murmuring. “They’ll only blame you, you know that right? If you tell them. They’ll say you were the one who initiated it and you’ll get most of the blame. But I won’t say anything if you don’t”

It was you, the light of his life, fire of his loins, texting from what he assumes is a very cozy position on his bed, right where he left you this morning. He pictures you, wrapped up in the sheets, still wearing one of his t-shirts. You like the smell of them, you said. It reminds you of him while he’s away. 

His little sap. 

Boring, he responds, tapping away at the glass keyboard. What are you up to?

He sets his phone against his thigh, giving you time to respond. And you do. Quickly. Too quickly. Almost as quickly as he picks up the phone. Beside your name, the message reads ‘image: one’, and Leon looks to his left and right to make sure no one is watching him open the photo. 

It’s you, in bed like he had imagined, but you’re wearing a whole lot more than your birthday suit, and though he can salivate on command at the thought of your naked form, this is just as exciting. 

His eyes study the way your back is arched, your ass up in the air. You’re on your stomach, arms stretched out in front of you, giving him the perfect view of your heart-shaped cheeks. Black lingerie, too much to take in all at once, dons every curve of your body. Fishnet stockings clad your thighs. A garter belt digs into the flesh of your hips. A bra and panty set he can barely make out the details of from the photo. 

It doesn’t matter. It all goes straight to his dick anyway. 

I’m ripping all of that off as soon as I get home, he types. Sends. 

Hurry up, then. I’m waiting. Another photo, this one more obscene than the one before. He’s not even sure how you were able to snap such a masterpiece from that angle. Again, doesn’t matter. All that matters is that he can see right down your cleavage, the line of your abdomen, to the space between your open legs, where your hand occupies the mound 

A video from the same angle. Leon quickly turns the volume down and presses play. He can imagine the sounds just fine in his head as he watches you finger yourself. Five seconds. That’s all you gave him. 

Fuck, he swallows the curse, glancing around once more to double-check that no one is paying attention to the erection straining the crotch of his pants. Fuck. 

He needs more. 

I’ll be home for lunch.

You better have a snack waiting for him. 

“Naughty girl,” is all he says when he storms into the bedroom. You’re reclining on your back, the perfect position to take in the sight of Leon in a suit–a sight you rarely get to see. He’s always donning cargo pants or something elastic that shows off the swell of his muscles, and you’re not complaining. Gosh, do those compression shirts make your pussy throb. But on special occasions, like the meeting he had this morning, he likes to dress up, and apparently it has been a while, because the suit he’s wearing looks a little tight.

The fabric of his dress shirt is pulled tight across his chest, the buttons puckering beneath the tension. Even the shoulders are far too snug, and the seams stitched up and down the wool arms of the blazer are one flex away from ripping. Either the fabric shrunk in the back of the closet, or Leon has been hitting the gym twice as hard lately. 

It looks uncomfortable. He should take it off. 

But not yet. 

“Naughty? How have I been naughty?” You press a hand to your chest, feigning disbelief as you suck in a dramatic breath. 

“Teasing me while I was at work.”

“Those were gifts,” you say in a tone far too sultry to be taken seriously. “I thought I was being gracious.” 

He cocks his head, arching a brow. “You were being mean.” Leon crawls onto the bed, climbing over you until his lips are inches away from your own. “I was in a meeting.” 

It takes all the strength in your body not to bust out into a twinkling giggle. “I know.” 

“Anyone could have seen.” 

“Did they?” 

Another sly tilt of his head. “No, but they could have.” 

“But they didn’t.” 

“You’re asking to be punished.” 

You let out the teensiest giggle against his mouth as he leans down to press a kiss onto it. “You just now realized that?” 

He growls, the vibration tickling your lips. “That’s it.” With a swift grab, he flips you over onto your stomach, one forearm at the small of your back, pressing you down while the other yanks your panties down the flesh of your thighs. As he does so, you hear fabric ripping, and you internally mourn your favorite pair of panties. “You asked for it. Remember that when you’re screaming, telling me it’s too much.”

“Yessir.” 

You’re sure you’ll regret it, just like Leon said, but the temptation is too much to ignore. He’s far too fun to bait.

His hand takes a moment to appreciate the curve of your ass, giving each cheek a squeeze before he moves down between your thighs and begins playing with your pussy. Teasing and taunting, he draws slow, languid strokes up and down your folds, already slick with want. 

“Leon,” you murmur, already aching for more. “Need you inside.” Your walls clench around nothing as they eagerly await his arrival. 

He chuckles darkly, already situating the tips of his fingers at your entrance. “I know, baby. I know.” Although he tries so hard to act tough and withholding, Leon can’t help but give into your every desire. Such a saint. 

“How’s that, baby?” He asks, and though his voice is rough, his words are oh-so sweet, made sweeter by the sensation of his fingers–all three of them–stretching you out. 

“So good,” you cry into the pillow as he continues to pump into you from behind. His hand–the one that isn’t working your insides–is flush against your lower back, pressing your stomach into the mattress, amplifying your pleasure. 

“More, more. Please.” 

He’s happy to oblige, hardening each thrust of his fingers until he has to remind himself to hold back his own strength lest he accidentally harm you. 

“I’m so close, please don’t stop.” 

Some punishment, he thinks to himself, letting you come all over his hands. And then a mean idea pops into his head. 

Right as he feels the tension in your abdomen, you clenching his fingers until he’s barely able to pull them out, Leon does just that. The immediate emptiness has the tears welling in your eyes stall half-way down your cheeks, and a moan caught in your throat.

“Wha–” You try to turn around, to look into his eyes and beg for mercy, for a continuance to your pleasure, but he holds you down. 

The next thing you hear is the sound of metal teeth being pulled apart as Leon unzips his pants, shoving the slacks to his thighs, too impatient to pull them all the way off before he pumps himself twice in his hand before gliding himself into your weeping hole. 

Already wet and sopping, you make it far too easy for him to begin thrusting in and out of you, and his pleasure builds as he relishes the whimpers and whines leaving your parted lips. The lingerie on your body, all strappy and black. You vixen. The way your arousal coats him in a slippery sheen. How your hands grapple at the sheets, anything to tether you to the earth as your ecstasy threatens to sweep you into the sky. It’s all too much, and all too quickly, his own orgasm approaches, not long after you climax and he lets you.

“Fuck, I’m close.” His last words before he collapses onto your back, the cotton of his dress shirt kissing your dewy skin. It’s not long before he unglues himself from you, and begins to clean himself up so he can redress. 

“I swore I heard these rip,” you say, turning around to inspect the in-tact panties still at your thighs.

“I think it was my shirt.” Leon lifts his arm, and sure enough, there’s a small tear in the seam, just under his shoulder. An ivory button dangles from a loose thread, leaving a gaping hole down the front of the shirt. “Might need to change shirts.”

“Might need a bigger size, big boy.”

As you walked through the living room, you spotted something on the couch. “Jesus..” You mumbled, frustrated as you picked up a pair of your panties. Your cheeks burned as you felt that they were wet. You had scolded him before, that chewing on your things was what bad boys did. You gave him plenty of things he was supposed to put in his mouth, but he wasn’t a good listener. With a huff, you took them with you and headed off to your bedroom.

“Leon?” You called out, assuming he was already asleep. Until you made it to your door, noticing it was half-way open—along with the soft noises that sounded like whimpers. Little huffs and whines that had you pushing your door wide open. You glanced to the floor first, seeing a pair of boxers carelessly strewn on your floor, along with a few others articles of your clothing.

Your focus shifted to your bed, finding the source of those groans. Your puppyboy, huffing and panting as he pleasured himself on your bed. You were unsure how to react for a second, your eyes scanning up his bare body. A softer tummy and chest that rose and fell with each breath, up to his pretty face. Eyes shut and head tilted back as he pumped himself, with a pair of your panties rubbing over the tip.

You already fussed at him to stay out of your bedroom. It felt like getting onto an older brother, not a housemate. But you’d never expect him to do something that perverted! “Leon!” Your tone was more stern, making his eyes flutter open and gasp with surprise. (or embarrassment.) He made no effort to cover himself, but his ears pinned back on his head.

“Oh! Owner-“ He scrambled to sit up, a pouty look on his face. “Don’t be mad, please? I’ll-I’ll clean up, I’ll be good.” He pleaded, so worried that you’d be angry.

You sighed and tossed the panties in your hand onto your bed in defeat. You couldn’t be mad at him when he begged like that. “I’m not mad at you.” You let go of your pride as you moved to his side on the bed, brushing sweaty strands of blonde hair off his forehead. He preened, letting out a sigh of his own. When you touched him, you noticed his hips gave a squirm. He liked it, he was enjoying your touch, even if you weren’t exactly thrilled.

“But you .. shouldn’t do this. It’s very naughty, Leon.” You tried to be the responsible one, attempting to make it stick in his dumb puppy brain. It only fueled his lust addled state, pushing his head further into your hand so you’d pet his puppy ears.

“Sorry. I just missed you.” His lower lip trembled in a pout, as if he were on the verge of tears. Blue eyes met yours, pleading you to forgive him, one way or another. Based on the way his fingers trembled around his cock, you figured there was only one way out of it.

“Missed me, huh?” You slid your fingers down to his cheek, which was all flustered and blushing. He nodded, a breathy moan escaping when you stroked his skin. You should’ve known he got up to such a thing while you were gone. You could come home and let him fuck you silly, but he’d always want more.

“Yes,” Leon drawled, eyes fluttering shut. “Now that you’re here.. Please, please, touch me.” His voice broke on the last words, shuddering as your fingers trailed down to his throat. When you skimmed his collarbones, then his navel, he was rather impatient.

You bit your lip, torn between helping him out and sending him off to his kennel. You knew damn well not to reward bad behavior, but it was too irresistible to say no. He was spoiled, and you both knew it.

“Fine. But don’t think being naughty will get you more attention. I won’t be so generous next time.” You shifted from beside him to on the bed, getting comfortable between his spread legs. His thighs were creamy, darker hair was there. As well as between them. With a frustrated grunt, Leon was bucking his hips up, silently begging for your touch.

“So needy.” You tutted, scooting in closer. You stared down at his cock, stiff and girthy, With your missing panties all smeared with puppy cum. You lifted them off, watching a sticky glob of it connect to the fabric. He whimpered, seemingly embarrassed at the mess he’d made. At the loss of contact, his hips gave a feeble jerk up.

“Be patient.” You added, sliding the wet fabric to wrap around his length beneath your fingers. You weren’t sure if he’d dug them out your drawer or your dirty laundry. The sensible part of you hoped they were clean, but knowing Leon, they probably weren’t. You thought back to your chewed up panties, the image of him sniffing and licking the crotch of your worn panties excited you.

“Can’t.” His petulant whining brought you back to reality. He humped his hips up into your fist, rubbing the slick fabric up and down his twitching cock. “I can’t, you make me so hard, so needy.” He was a mess, fucking the tight grip of your fingers with desperation. The sight of him, gripping at the sheets and moaning like a girl had you losing your willpower.

“I know, I know.” You cooed at him, stroking him in rhythm of his squirming body. It was driving him mad, on the cusp of blowing his load already. Your condescending tone had Leon coming apart, throwing his head back against your pillows with a noisy moan. He was loud, louder than you’d ever been.

“Mmfm.. s’ close. Fuck, owner .. Wanna knot you. Wish it was your pussy.” He was babbling on and on, “Can I? Please? I want it to be inside of you, already know you smell and taste so good.” You felt a fresh blurt of precum drool over your fingers at his dirty words. Smelt .. tasted.. Your earlier thought must’ve been true. He really had gotten into your used panties.

“That’s so gross, puppy.” You teased, rubbing the crotch of the panties over the head of his cock. As you did so, you felt his warm and sticky seep through to make it even more slick. “You’re such a pervert.” You smiled when you said it, running your thumb over his slit. The feeling had him whining pathetically, fucking your fingers as you picked on him.

“Nuh uh, ‘m not a pervert.” He mumbled, shaking his head back on the pillows. He must’ve known you were right. “Just miss you, and wanted you so badly. Please, close, I wanna cum for you.” He begged, leaking right through the fabric that teased his cock.

“I really shouldn’t.” You gave him a squeeze, feeling him throb beneath your touch. Your fingers teased the underside of his cock, feeling the beginnings of his swelling knot. “But you aren’t going to last much longer, are you?”

Leon keened, “No! No, I’m not. Not when it’s you, I can’t help it.” He was whimpering all high pitched like, rolling his hips up to force more of his girth into the grasp of your fingers. It was nothing in comparison to the thought of your pussy, but it served the release he was chasing.

“Alright.” You gave in completely, stroking him faster and faster until he was right on the edge. “But don’t get used to it. Bad puppies don’t get treated like this after being naughty.” You hoped that rule would convince him to behave himself. Of course, he would say anything you wanted to hear if it meant you’d make him cum.

“Yes! I’ll be good, Your good boy, good puppy.” He stammered, his words slurring together. A couple more rough thrusts into your fist, and you felt a sticky spurt of puppy cum seep through the fabric. He moaned, gasping and panting as he finally let go.

You were greatly amused, leaning over his throbbing cock to look at his face. He was out of breath and completely spent, squirming when you pulled the sticky fabric off of him. The loss of contact didn’t last long, as he was needily tugging you against him moments later.

“Thank you for being so nice.” Leon squeezed you against his side, licking a sloppy kiss to your cheek. His smelt of sweat, a bit musky like he needed a bath. But it didn’t bother you, not when he was so happy. You sighed, fearing you’d started a no good cycle. You figured the spankings could wait for another day.