#sub!leon

he’s only a little possessive, in a cute way rather than a unnerving way. he just likes being with you too much to ever be content when you’re not around.

the best part, in his opinion, is how you hold him back. arms around his waist, mumbling to yourself more so than leon about how much you miss his hugs, “awh, it’s okay, honey. know you missed me,” he teases, and it’s so blatant that out of the two of you, he’s the one who’s down bad, absolutely gone. he’s lucky that you’re not super greedy because he would give you anything you asked for.

your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck is more than enough to make him adore you for the rest of eternity. he reaches a hand up to your face, and watching your head tilt up to sweetly meet his gaze has to be the most deadly thing you’ve ever done. he feels physically giddy as you look at him curiously, wondering if he has someone to say as his fingers caress your cheek and jawline. soft skin beneath his rough fingers. he adores you. endlessly.

“so pretty…” he mumbles, sweet nothings murmuring their way past his lips as his hands cup your cheeks so he can hold you and look at you head on, blue eyes taking in every feature on your sweet face. he can’t help but love it all. he loves your face, he would stare at you for hours if you wouldn’t think it’s weird. he breathes in, inhaling your scent, so recognizable it’s comforting, “my pretty girl, mine all mine.”

you sigh comfortably, melting into him and his touch. it’s alright; he’s got you. he always does.

he leans to press a kiss to your forehead, “all mine..” he whispers again, like he’s reassuring himself, “want you all to myself. hate it when you’re gone.”

you giggle, a little bit breathless. he can tell his own effect on you and it strokes his ego wildly. he knows you secretly love his more possessive side, enjoying that he can’t even be bothered to look at another woman without being reminded about how much he loves and adores you. you’re his baby! he couldn’t ever want someone else!

“can i have you all to myself?” he asks, lips trailing down to your ear.

“mhm,” you hum, nodding your head cutely, and he can’t help the way he absolutely crumbles. god he’s really losing it, you’re absolutely everything to him. you’re too precious for him to ever let go.

“i love you,” he whispers as he kiss your jaw, your face still cradled in his hands like you’re too fragile for him to ever let you go.

“i love you too,” you whisper back. that’s all he’d ever need from you: your love. he could want a million things, but this moment tells him the truth. he’s yours. completely, and helplessly yours.

one hand still steady on holding your face, smiling as you lean more into his touch, his other hand dips back down, over your waist and hips and between your thighs in a way that aches so pleasantly. it’s impossible to tell when exactly you got so wet from this completely normal interaction but he notices too and he’s already too confident. it’ll go to his head at this point. oh well. you’d get back at him another time to bring him back down to earth.

“oh, pretty girl, i can tell my words are affecting you…” he says softly. he says it like it’s a question but he already knows the answer, “but…. if you need something, you can tell me.”

his voice is the only thing you can sensibly hear right now, everything else drowned out with his strong arms holding you close. the way you pout makes his heart race because god you are so adorable that it kills him.

“baby, if you need me to do something, you gotta let me know. i’m not a mind reader,” his voice, thick and syrupy, seeps into your skin and drives you mad with a need to be his. in all ways humanly possible.

and for him to be yours too. you know that this is all an act, that every moment so far in this interaction has been real but with an undertone that you both can easily sense. you control leon in all the ways that matter. you mold him into exactly what you want, and he contorts himself willingly because he wants to be everything you want and need in a man. he’s yours just as much, if not infinitely more, as you’re his.

“can you praise me..?” you whisper, soft and timid. even if you’re not normally the shy type, it all seems to come crumbling down when leon holds you close.

“that’s my girl,” he smiles. sure, he could tease you more, especially with how nonspecific your request was. but you’re desperate and he’s too soft on you to make you wait any longer, “pretty and sweet and all mine.”

even as you huff, muttering something trying to push back against his words. i’m not actually that pretty, or something like that, leon’s shaking his head, in disbelief that a being as ethereal as his lover could ever, even for a moment, believe themselves to be unattractive.

but this isn’t the moment. he can tell you don’t want a lecture on self love or positive self talk right now. it wouldn’t do any good to tell you that he thinks you’re beautiful if you wouldn’t believe it, so he just does as you ask like the obedient boyfriend he is. he’ll tackle that beast another time.

“my pretty girl, my good girl…” he whispers, hands cradling your head against his chest, fingers tendering brushing against your skin as you close your eyes and just let leon speak to you. he’s never been good with words until he fell in love with you, “so proud of you, sweetheart. you worked so hard, even with everything you got going on. my baby’s so strong, isn’t she?”

you nod even as he holds you, maybe just a little too emotional to respond any other way.

“but you don’t always gotta be strong, you can let your walls down when it’s just me, baby. i promise i’ll take care of you,” he whispers, lips pressed against your forehead again. and once he thinks he’s buttered you up enough, he mumbles something like, “tell me what’s bugging you, princess.”

“i… i don’t wanna go to work anymore…” you mumble against his shirt, and he’s looking at you like you’re the cutest thing in the world, “i hate working. just wanna be with you.”

he laughs heartily, and you can feel the vibrations against his chest. his presence just entices comfort, one of his hands resting atop your head, “i know, baby. i wanna be with you always too,” he says.

“it’s not fair..”

he pouts when you pout, the world just had to be so unfair, “i know it’s not. if it were up to me, you’d never work a day in your life, but… you know, unfortunately i’m not that rich.”

you chuckle, and he’s relieved he at least got that out of you.

he can’t help getting distracted, “god you’re so fucking pretty,” he mumbles, hands dropping down to your waist, holding you close like he’s preparing to never let go, “so beautiful, baby. and you’re so perfect,” he tilts his head to look at you, making dangerous eye contact again, face just inches apart, “you’re so… lovely. i could stay here with you forever.”

you smile softly and it lights up the room and his entire life. you hold him close like you never want to let him go, and he feels pretty little butterflies in his stomach.

he leans in to kiss you, finally, and one arm stays wrapped possessively around your waist, as if to steal you away from the rest of the world, and one hand reaches back up to cup your cheek. he kisses you sweetly, not too rough or aggressive, just enough to make you want to drown in his touch, his scent, his presence.

“leon..!” you gasp between kisses, and he’s never liked his name as much as he likes it when your lips say it.

he pulls away to search for any hint that you need him to stop, that your breathless whisper of his name was a plea for escape, and he doesn’t seem to find any. his eyes trail down to your lips again, as if taunted by them, “what do you need, baby?”

“you,” you whisper, your lips finding his neck, kissing him softly. he’s not sure when you exactly decided you would try to kill him but the way your lips feel against him is lethal in its own way.

“yeah? my baby need me?”

“mhm,” you smile, he feels it against his skin, “your pretty girl needs to feel as pretty as you think she is.”

and something pulls at leon’s heart at that little statement. it’s not sad or pitiful, nor is it said with a sad tone, but he wonders what it means to you. do you believe him when he calls you that? god, you have to, he’s too obsessed with you for it to even be questionable if he thinks you’re pretty.

he practically drags you to bed, sits down on the edge and pulls you onto his lap, fingers immediately between your legs, feeling that familiar wetness that he loves, pressing down on your clit with his thumb.

“good girl, just like that… grind on my hand, let yourself feel good,” he murmurs, “this is about you, so be selfish, baby. take what you want from me.”

he likes how needy you get because maybe, just maybe, that means you need him just as badly as he needs you. it soothes him, in a way.

“i’ll fill you up nice and full later, but for now… just sit here with me… just let me touch you, pretty, i’ll make you feel good.”

and you just curl up into him, holding onto his shoulder for support as takes every whine and moan and absolutely devours them. his fingers have gotten rougher over the years, but that roughness feels good when he’s rubbing figure eights on your clit, fingers moving in circular motions inside your pretty pussy, bringing you to closer orgasm sooner than you thought. he’s just that good.

“there you go, princess. just feel it all. just close your eyes… and feel me against you,” he whispers, “you’re so cute when you’re feeling good. well, you’re always cute, but you know what i mean.”

“leon…” your whiny voice is met with a chuckle from him.

“hm?”

“i’m gonna cum…” you mumble, resting your head in the crook of his neck again, must be your favorite spot.

he likes that you don’t ask permission because why would you? he’d never deny you, not pleasure nor anything else you want in life. no, you say it like a warning, like a don’t you dare stop kind of warning. he wouldn’t dare.

“c’mon, pretty. let yourself have it,” he mumbles, lips almost touching your ear, that’s how close they are.

leon’s selfish, he can’t help it. he makes you orgasm because he wants to give you pleasure, sure, but he’s also doing it because he loves watching you cum. not so much right now, with your head buried away, but he likes seeing your orgasm face, he likes that you shut your eyes tightly and your eyebrows furrow and your mouth hangs open just slightly. you’re so pretty when you cum.

if he’s being honest, he should have made you look at him when you came, but he knows you were feeling a little shy today so he didn’t push.

and the feeling of your cunt clenching on his fingers turns him on beyond belief. he feels the pressure of the orgasm, and he knows it’s a big one, so of course he helps you through it, fucking his fingers as deep as possible, loving the achy moans that escape your throat. you’re not super loud but you’re also right by his ear so he hears every gasp and moan and whimper as you cum for him. he adores you so painfully.

“there you go, good girl…” he whispers, cradling you close as you both fall back against the bed, holding each other as the wetness on his hand starts to dry but your body still pulses with a reminder of how much pleasure just flooded through you.

it’s almost too paralyzing to speak, and you make pretty little sounds as you shift to get comfortable that make leon’s heart jump. he holds your waist as you lay half on top of him.

he looks at your face, radiant with a comfortable glow you’ve been missing this whole time. in his arms, in your shared bed, it’s safe and soft and leon holds you close with no intentions of letting go.

“should we…” he starts, and you lift your head slightly to look at him as he speaks, “cancel our dinner reservations? order in, we’ll get whatever my sweet lover wants, and we can just stay in bed all night?”

you can’t help but giggle, “yeah. i wanna keep kissing you for at least another hour.”

You didn’t know what was up with Leon lately, his mood seemed to swing worse than the pendulum in your office clock. One moment he wanted you as close as possible as he pawed at your sides and suckled at your tits, and the next he was putting himself in his kennel or going out for hour long runs. Many thoughts ran through your head as to what could be going on in your puppy’s mind for him to be like this, but not a single thorough conclusion.

And today, you’d had enough of it. He had gone on another of those long runs, deciding to forego spending time with you even though neither of you were busy today. You were angry, your blood was boiling, and it was almost ready to bubble over into the fire. The tap tap tap of your foot rang out as you bounced your leg up and down, arms crossed as you stared at the clock from where you sat. The minutes ticking down slowly.

A few moments later and you hear the click of the door, eyes snapping to the hallway as Leon made his way into the living room. His ears were flattened to his head and tail drooped with no life in it, sweat dripping down his neck as he wiped it away, sometimes you hated that sensitive nose of his but then times like this, where the anger is rolling of you, it’s one of your favourite things. He can tell exactly how angry you are by the burning scent filling his nose.

You watched as his hands furled and unfurled, his leg twitching at the tense atmosphere, but you sigh and shake your head. When you stood from the sofa, the anger dissipating and being removed with just tiredness. He followed you immediately a whine leaving his throat as he reached to wind his arms around your waist, stopping you from going any further. You sigh again.

“Leon, can you let go?” His head buries into your neck where you feel him shake his head and his arms tighten around you. Your hand moved to try and pull his arms off you but there appears to be no luck as he’s much stronger. Leon presses his nose further into your skin and you can feel as he rolls his hips against your ass, and suddenly to mood swings and constant avoidance make sense. A whine makes its way out of him as he presses closer, almost bending you over as his hips rut against the friction and his cock strains at his shorts.

“Oh, Leon, puppy you could have told me” You felt the shaky hot breath against your skin as his hips pressed against you again, and his thighs tensed “is it that bad? You know I’m happy to help you” Leon growled lightly before his teeth grazed at your pulse and he pulled you closer, caging you into him as a wet spot grew against his shorts and your jeans.

And then he pulled away, his head lifting from your neck as he nosed at your cheek “I’m sorry, you were just so busy with that work project and I didn’t want to distract you, thought I could deal with it” There were tears gathering in his blue eyes, almost swallowed by his pupils and you took his hands from around your waist and led him to your shared bedroom.

“God, I thought you were angry, or or” the words stumbled in your throat and Leons eyes widened as he rushed to hug you, both of you landing on the bed as his ears flattened to his head and he smothered your face with his lips. Hands roaming all over your body as he pressed himself down against you.

“No, no, never that, never” his voice was a little more hoarse as his bottom lip trembled before he’s leaning down and pressing his mouth to yours with his tongue licking into you. Your hands moving to clutch at his t-shirt “gonna show my owner how much I love her, gonna breed her so she and everyone knows”.

His words goes straight between your thighs, slick dripping into your panties as you buck your hips up against his. Then you use the hands on his tshirt to push him over, rolling him onto his back which he is quite happy to allow. His tail thumps against the sheets, and his hands move to paw at your tits. “Uh uh, puppy. You’re gonna let me take care of you, even if you’ve been bad gotta make sure your balls are empty before I punish you” Leons head falls back with a groan as his hands dip below your top and massage at the bare skin under your bra, fingers rolling the pebbled nipple between his fingers as his hips move his thickened cock against your jeans.

With a soft smile, you pull away and he reaches for you as you shush him. You undress yourself completely and his mouth opens with drool sitting at the corner before his attention shifts to watch you pull his shorts and boxers down. His erection smacking against his abdomen and smearing the previous orgasms cum against the skin. His tip was red and still throbbing. His hands grip at your hips as he looks at you dazed already.

A low groan left his open mouth as your fingers gathered the cum leaking from his slit before you wrapped your hand around him, the skin of his cock burns hot in your hand as the shlick shlick sounds in the room. His eyes close as he tries to keep his hips down for you. Be your good boy and prove he can breed you well. Your own eyes darkened at the sight of him below you, the sweat from his run was still causing a shine to his skin as more gathered against his hair.

“There we go puppy, just lay back and relax” Your hand squeezed around the base, and you felt his cock jump in your hand as his thighs tensed and the drool slipped from his mouth and down his chin, matching the slick coating your thighs before you moved to hover over him “poor puppy, just needs me to look after him. To just take his cock over and over to make sure he’s empty.” His hips rut up, bumping against your dripping hole and causing him to moan at the fleeting touch.

As you sink down onto him Leon lets out the most pornographic sound and his tail thumps against the bed faster as his hands bruise into your skin. He his immediately pushing up further into you as his grip pulls you down, and your hands moved to steady against his chest as you struggle to keep up with his pace. But he decides its not enough and he rolls you back over so his hips can piston into you at a different angle, making you moan as all words are lost in your jumbled mind. His hands move to bend your legs up near your ears.

“So good, so tight, gonna breed you so good, make sure you’re full of my pups” his own mouth runs a mile a minute, all of his thoughts leaking out through his lips as he leans down. Pushing your legs further up as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth “Gotta make sure it takes, cant wait to see your pretty tits filled with milk so I can suck ‘em for you before pups get here” His hips are still rabbiting into you, his balls slap against the supple skin of your ass and his pelvis rubs your clit just right.

Your own thighs shake against his head and pleasure builds in the pit of your stomach, your arms lay by your side almost useless as he continues bullying his cock in and out of you. A squelching sound fills your ears as his tongue runs over your nipple before he moves to the other and immediately suckles that into his mouth as he moans around it, your cunt tightening around him. “Can’t wait to see you swollen with my pups, wont be able to keep my hands off you”

A broken noise leaves you, you’re not even sure what kind of noise its meant to be but Leons ears lift up and he seems to like it as he snaps his hips into your cunt again to try and draw another one out. His mouth moves from your spit covered tits to your neck where he licks against the salty skin, and he presses his body weight against you, sinking deeper into your hole as his tip hits the cervix.

Your hands clench at the sheets as your walls pulse around him, and your eyes close from the force of the orgasm washing over you. Legs squeezing his head while he rides your orgasm out, and his teeth bite into the skin of your neck as he pumps cum into your spent walls.

The both of you lay there for a minute before he moves with a groan and his hips push against you again. Your eyes fly open and wide as you look at him with an open mouth. “Already?”

A blush covers his cheeks as he dips his head down to press a kiss to your chest, and nods as his hips begin moving again. “Sorry, sorry, just, God can’t help it, need to make sure it all takes”.

Meanwhile you found an entry point to help you continue your journey and called them both over, pointing at the ledge you’d found.

Leon went first and then Luis, you were about to jump after them but the ground crumbled under your footing and you started to fall.

He sprung into action to try and catch you while dodging chunks of stone.

You landed on him but knocked him off his feet and onto his back, he immediately rolled you both over so he could shield you from any remaining debris.

He kept eye contact with you, “I’ve got you, it’s okay,” he weakly smiled and you nodded hurriedly.

A few bigger pieces hit him in the back and he grunted at the force but moved himself so he completely encompassed your form.

Once the earth had settled he didn’t move, he just continued to study you as you did him. His eyes shot down to your mouth and you saw his tongue dart out quickly to wet his lips.

He could kiss you right now, it felt like the right moment to, he could tell you wanted him to by the way your lips parted as you watched him with anticipation in your eyes.

“Come on, let’s get moving,” he broke himself away from the fantasy. He needed to keep himself focused on the mission.

The final straw was when the three of you were hiding from a mob of villagers, Luis had insisted that the two of you took the closet and he hid in the cabinet.

Leon’s body was directly against yours. You could tell he was doing his best not to crush you but there wasn’t enough space to be so considerate.

You didn’t think he was aware but from how hurriedly you’d both climbed into the closet one of Leon’s legs hand landed in between yours and a strap from one of his holsters was pressed lightly against your clit.

Mentally you prayed that he didn’t move. You were just thankful that the closet was shrouded in darkness so he couldn’t see your face.

“Leon-“ you whimpered rather suggestively, but his hand shot up to cover your mouth, “Don’t,” he warned, his voice slightly lower than normal, “Don’t say my name like that,”.

You could feel the hot air of his laboured breath against your face and that electricity was back in the air.

The feeling of having his large hand over your mouth made your knees tremble; you repositioned your footing and squirmed in his hold - in doing so, this made Leon have to adjust his own stance, accidentally pushing the holster further against your clit

An impulse jolt went through your body and a soft moan left your lips. “Fuck,” Leon breathed, his grip on your mouth getting ever so tighter, “Not now, please, not now,” he seemed to more be begging himself rather than you.

It didn’t take long for the sound of the mob to fade into the distance and Leon decided it was safe to leave the closet.

He held out his hand for you to step out and you gratefully took it.

“Have fun?” Luis smiled, and at first you didn’t know what he was implying until you followed his eye line and saw - for a split second - that Leon had maybe liked the proximity a little too much.

“Shut up, Luis,” Leon grumbled and headed out the front door. “Mi amor, you’re killing him,” he laughed lightly when Leon was out of earshot, and you followed after the two men.

Leon barely spoke for the rest of the evening, only single words whenever he absolutely had to. 

The three of you found a safehouse to hold up in for the night. He silently sat in the corner checking over his guns as you and Luis talked, but you could feel his stare into the side of your face.

“I-” Luis said, standing up from the couch he was sitting on, “-am going to find us something to eat,” he stretched and walked to the door of the small house you’d chosen as your accommodation for the night.

He stepped out of the door, but before he could fully leave he leaned back in, “I might be a really really long time, you know how hard it is to find something edible around here,” and with a cheeky smile he clicked the door shut behind him.

It was only when Luis had fully left that you got the courage to look at Leon, and you immediately wished you hadn’t. His hands worked his guns, while his eyes were focused on you the same way a lion would observe a gazelle.

“What?” you laughed nervously, but he didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. The tension in the air was painfully obvious and neither of you had stopped thinking about what happened in the closet.

His body against yours. His hand against your mouth. The way you moaned. The way he struggled to get his words out.

But you weren’t going to be the one to make the first move, you wanted him to.

In a not-so-subtle way you bent down at the hips to undo your shoes, presenting your ass to him and you heard a sharp inhale from behind you. A small giggle came out of you maybe a little bit louder than you’d intended.

“You’re playing with me,” he eventually said. You turned around, “I would never,” you feigned innocence, watching him continue to reload his gun as he said your name with the same warning tone he’d used before.

A lump of saliva got caught in your throat and you struggled to swallow it, “What are you planning?” he put his gun down with the others and gave you his full attention.

“I’m not planning anything, I’m just waiting,” you shrugged coyly, walking backwards until you could comfortably lean against the wall, “For?” Leon tilted his head to the side slightly, trying to read you from across the room. “You,” you smiled with your tongue between your teeth.

Leon stood from his chair and noted the way you straightened yourself up with anticipation, “Is that an invitation?”, he asked and you tutted, “If you’re looking for permission then this is me giving you permission,” you smiled at how serious he always seems to be.

He walked over until he was stood in front of you, his fame towering over yours. His hand came up to cup your chin, his thumb tracing your bottom lip, “Are you sure?” he hesitated, “Don’t make me ask twice,” you challenged him.

He dipped his thumb into your mouth and you opened it for him willingly, “We shouldn’t,” he sounded as though he was trying to talking himself out of it, but when your tongue massaged the tip of his thumb that seemed to be the breaking point.

“Fuck it,” he muttered, removing his thumb from your mouth and placing his hand on the back of your head to pull you into a passionate kiss, while the other supported your lower back.

The sound of metal clinked as you fumbled to get the latch off of his belt buckle, “Do you need a hand?” Leon pulled his lips away from yours for long enough to lightly mock you.

With the fingers that were holding his belt, you pulled his waistband towards you, “Do you want me to stop?” you matched his energy, “God, no,” he breathed, latching his mouth back onto yours in a feverish kiss.

You almost lost concentration with how desperate he was to kiss you, but you still managed to undo his belt. His mouth travelled from your lips to the underside of your jaw as his hands undid your pants much smoother than you had his.

He helped you wiggle out of them by descending alongside them until he was crouched in front of you. As soon as he saw the slight damp patch on your panties, he left an open mouth kiss on your mound.

You gasped with surprise and he chuckled, lifting up one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. He moved the fabric to the side and left a single lick along your folds.

“Leon!” you panted as he dove into you, swirling his tongue around your clit and making your hips buck forward. His tongue was warm and soft against you, some movements were planned and precise, others he seemed to lose himself in you as he became sloppier.

You laced your fingers in his hair and tugged gently, trying to pull his face off of you - a low groan vibrated out of his throat and into your core. Your chest swelled and you let your head fall back against the wall, for someone who ran his mouth with silly comments, he was proving that corny one-liners wasn’t the only thing it was good for.

Every buck of your hips had Leon gripping your thighs even tighter to keep you still. He couldn’t breathe from both how hard his heart was beating, and how he refused to stop tasting you for even a second.

He was entranced by you. The small sounds you were making when he curled his tongue inside you, and how they seemed to burst from you when he sucked on your clit.

You could feel your orgasm building up already by the way your walls fluttered and tingled, but you betrayed your own urges and tugged on Leon’s hair again to tell him to stop.

It’s not that you didn’t like what he was doing, and if you had the opportunity you would probably let him do it all day and night, but unfortunately you didn’t have such a luxury.

Leon took your hint and pulled away from you reluctantly. He looked so unbelievably good on his knees in front of you, licking the mixture of his saliva and your mess off of his lips, while his chest heaved as he tried to get his breath back.

“You okay?” he panted with concern lacing his voice, “Yeah,” you sighed, “That was great,” you confessed - to which Leon immediately tried to bury his head between your legs again, but you held him back by his hair.

He stayed there, mouth open and looking up at you, it was an image of art.

“We don’t have time,” you explained, and while his eyebrows furrowed into a small scowl you could see that his eyes understood what you meant.

Your grip in his hair loosened and his hands travelled up your sides as he stood - your leg sliding off of his shoulder and landing comfortably into the crevice between his forearm and bicep.

“In that case, I want to fuck you,” he said in a low voice as though he was worried about someone else hearing something so filthy coming out of his mouth, “Can I?” he tilted his head to the side and continued to leave painfully light open mouth kisses along your throat.

You nodded quickly, accidentally bumping his head off of your neck, “Please,” your voice came out as a whisper.

Leon’s kisses stopped for a moment but he kept his head nestled in the space between your neck and shoulder, you could feel the hairs on your neck start to stand from his gentle exhales.

His other hand left your body for a moment and you were going to complain until you felt the smooth head of his cock rub against your entrance. You wiggled your hips impatiently, and felt him smile against your skin.

He isolated the movements to rub himself against your clit, making a trail of noises spill from your lips, the heat in your core from before building up again.

“L-Leon, please!” you whined in protest but he ignored you, instead he went faster, momentarily running himself through your folds so he could collect some of your wetness and continue his assault.

Your noises got louder and this only spurred him on more, “I’m- I’m-” you couldn’t get the words out fast enough as your first climax made your brain go foggy; and a gentle moan interrupted your attempt at a sentence. 

Leon leaned backwards to watch your hips buck and you clench around nothing, a devilish smile on his face. 

He didn’t give you time to enjoy the come down as he rubbed himself against you again, feeling just how much his actions had effected you, “God, you’re so wet,” he commented in such a quiet voice he didn’t mean for you to hear him.

The overstimulation on you clit was too much, and you were about to tell him so when he prodded at your hole. Your breath caught in your throat as he gently pushed his hips forward, you felt the pressure gradually increase until your body gave way and allowed him inside you.

He closed his eyes and groaned deeply at the feeling of your walls slowly stretch around him with every additional inch he gave you. He didn’t let himself fully sheath himself inside you, he pulled his hips back slowly and thrusted back up, savouring the image of him disappearing into you.

All the while you were biting your bottom lip trying not to sound like a bitch in heat with tears starting to water your eyes, “F-Fuck, you feel so good,” he sighed and raised his arm - and your leg - a little bit higher to give him better access.

You couldn’t hold back your moans at the new angle he’d put you in. His gentle thrust faltered for a second when he heard you, but quickly continued with a new found roughness - his hips snapped up into you, bottoming out with a sensitive whimper from Leon.

He immediately cleared his throat and continued his new pace, every push of his hips making your ass and back hit the wall with a thud, if anyone was on the other side they would know exactly what was going on.

“I, ah!, ooh-” Leon attempted to say something but quickly forgot whatever it was, completely drunk on you. You’d never heard these types of noises from Leon and it was making your skin prickle and a shiver go up your spine. You wanted to hear more.

Tracing your fingers up his arms and neck, they found themselves in his hair again. You tugged on a clump of his hair with experimental hardness and a small whimper came out of him, lighting your insides on fire again. 

His thrusts became harder and faster while his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, he returned to kissing your neck as a way to hide his face from you.

“Leon,” you moaned to try and get his attention, he was almost so lost in you that he didn’t hear you but when you say his name so prettily he can’t help but respond.

He move his head back to look at your face, eyes hooded with arousal, “I want to ride you,” you stated and saw his eyes widen slightly with excitement.

“O-Okay,” he nodded, glancing over his shoulder to the chair he was sat on before all this started. He began to pull out of you but muttered a “No, no, no,” to himself as he bottomed out in you again, making an unexpected yell leave you.

He scooped up your other leg and you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck for support. He didn’t immediately move away from the wall, he instead stared down at where the two of you were connected now that he had your legs spread for him.

He thrusted into you a few more times, his lower lip sucking in between his teeth and his eyebrows screwing together. He shook his head seemingly shaking himself out of whatever trance he’d put himself in and walked you both over to the chair.

When he sat down he’d placed both of his hands on your hips so you didn’t slam down onto him and hurt yourself, although a part of you wished he hadn’t, but of course he was being considerate.

You took a moment to find a good placement for your knees, and then lowered yourself onto him, he felt bigger and thicker than he had against the wall.

“Ah-ah, mmm,” he caught his moan by clenching his jaw and you felt disappointed. You rhythmically but slowly moved your hips, enough to allow you both to adjust to the new angle.

Bringing a hand up to cup his jaw, you kissed him deeply and increased your speed, feeling his lips quiver against your own and the vibration of trapped noises staying within his mouth.

“Let me hear you,” you spoke against his lips before kissing him again. His grip on your hips got harder and you gasped when he thrust up into you, obviously an accident, “S-Sorry, ah, I- oh fuck!” he scrunched his eyes closed, “I didn’t mm-mean to,”.

You put your hand under his chin and he opened his eyes to look into yours, his pupils blown out with arousal, “I said, let me hear you,” you repeated yourself, this time making sure he heard you.

“H-Hear me?” he panted, his chest rising and falling drastically, “Yeah, I want you to let out those pretty noises,” you ran your thumb over his bottom lip as you started to drop your hips down onto him harder.

His cheeks heated up again and for a moment he tried to hide his face in your neck again but you pushed him back in the chair with a hand firmly placed on his chest.

“I want to hear how I make you feel,” you made eye contact with him as you spoke and saw him swallow hard our of your peripherals, “O-Okay,” he nodded again, “I can t-try,” he confirmed to you.

You brought your hips upwards, feeling the drag of his cock start to leave you and just when he was almost all the way out you slammed them back down again until your pubic bone met his.

He threw his head back against the chair and a long groan left him, you felt his chest vibrating under your hand.

Spurred on by the goal of hearing every sound that Leon could make, you bounced on him until your thighs started to burn and kept going. He maneuvered you with his hands on your hips, lifting you up and pulling you back down onto him again.

You rolled your hips and felt him hit your g-spot, you fell forward onto him with a particularly loud moan, but he continued bucking his hips up into you. Driven by the feeling of your walls pulsating around him, “Let go, please please, let it go,” he stroked a hand through your hair and watched you come undone around him.

This time he let the moans fall from him freely.

“I’ve wanted, aah!, to do this for - oh fuck fuck fuuck!- so l-long,” he rambled and it was like music to your ears, and you could tell he was close to cumming too by how desperate his hands were spearing you onto his cock.

But you wanted to play with him more, you weren’t ready to give up the symphony of sounds that you were audience to.

“H-How long?” you asked, barely able to catch your own breath, but declining your strokes down to a torturously slow pace. He tried to move you himself, but you put your hands over his as a warning.

A whimper fell from his lips when he realised what you were doing and you felt his cock jump inside of you, “Please,” he begged you, “Don’t stop!”. His lower waterline was becoming shiny with tears that threatened to spill over.

“How long?” you asked him again with firmness in your voice and his eyes met yours again, “After the first night, oh fuck please go faster-”, “-Carry on,” you interrupted his plea. “It was when you-you called me pretty boy,” he panted.

That night was easy to recall, you’d made a one off comment the first night you were together. He’d told you to take the bed while he kept watch out of the only window that wasn’t boarded up, the sunset was hitting his face perfectly and you’d complimented him.

More whines came out of him while you were recollecting the moment he was referencing, it was so long ago now.

“I’m so close, shit aah please-” he urged you, your name coming off of his tongue in a high pitched whimper, “Please let me cum!” he begged and you felt a jolt of electricity fly up your spine.

You were about to give in to his demands when the sound of singing entered both of your ears. The two of you froze in place until you recognised it as Luis.

“Shit!” you cursed jumping off of Leon’s lap and rushing back to where both of your pants lay crumpled on the floor by the wall.

Throwing Leon his underwear and combat pants, you searched desperately for your own, only finding your jeans.

Luis’ singing got louder and you knew you didn’t have time to find them anymore, you hurriedly pulled up your jeans and re-buckled them - glancing towards Leon who was fully dressed again and clipping up the remainder of his tactical gear.

Leon sat back down on the chair and grabbed one of the guns he hadn’t finished reassembling, and you jumped back onto the counter that you were sat on before Luis left, just in time for the man in question to open the door.

The three of you stayed there in silence as Luis looked between you and Leon being exactly where he’d left you.

“I got us some grub,” he finally said, closing the door behind him and holding up two black basses. He made his way over to the small kitchen area, stopping for a moment to smile at you with almost a knowing look.

You furrowed your eyebrows and mouthed a ‘What?’ to him. Instead of answering he glanced down to the bottom of the counter you were sat on; you followed his eyeline to see your panties staring back at you.

Returning Luis’ gaze, he gave you a smirk before walking into the kitchen, “Also, your hair is a mess, Leon!” he shouted from the other room and Leon glanced at you in shock. 

You chuckled to yourself softly, watching Leon try and reorganise his hair and still very much hard in his pants, with only the thought of continuing what you started as soon as possible on your mind.

“C’mon pretty boy, tell me what you want.” 

Your eyes blaze a trail down Leon’s naked form, his toned body supine on the bed before you. His arms stretched above him, his wrists tied to the headboard with pretty pink silk rope. Your fingers dance across his skin, a ballet of sensation that has his muscles tightening with each caress.

You move, circling the bed, continuing your feather-light touches to his body with a sly grin pointed in his direction. Leon trembles upon the white sheets, desperate whimpers spilling from his plush mouth as you taunt him. Stopping at the head of the bed, you stroke his face adoringly. 

“Speak, baby boy. I want to hear you.”

Leon keens, his arm muscles bulging and flexing as they struggle against the restraints. A thin sheen of sweat covers his lean figure, his hardened cock drooling a puddle of precum on his stomach. His back bows in frustration, and he lets out a frustrated whine as he nuzzles his face into your palm. 

“Please momma–want you to t-touch me.”

You would never get over the way Leon’s begging sent a shot of arousal straight to your core. He was always so needy, so pretty. Ocean blue eyes boring into yours, a glimmer of desperation clouding their depths. His lips swollen from the sharp tug of his own teeth, and the bottom one quivers slightly as he pushes it out in a pout.

You hum in response to his request, your thumb trailing gently across the sharp jut of his cheekbone. With a delicate tap to the side of his face, you remove your hand and sit yourself next to him on the bed.

“Good boy,” You purr, smiling down at him knowingly.

A high-pitched moan bursts from Leon’s mouth, your praise sending a shockwave of arousal straight to his cock. His cheeks are a ruddy shade of red, and his breathing is rapid and shallow. His eyelids drooped slightly, his iris heady with his lust for you. His gaze, however cloudy, is still intense as it follows the motion of your hand down toward where he wants you the most.

You lower it down, gently wrapping your delicate fingers around his scorching-hot flesh, causing his hips to rise off the bed, the headboard groaning beneath the strength of his arms as they pull against the rope once more. You chuckle down at him softly, pumping your hand up and down his shaft ever-so-slowly, your thumb purposefully pressing into his frenulum on each upward stroke.

You know what makes Leon tick, what spots to press and tease to make him mindless–drunk with pleasure. With the skillful and practiced ministrations of your hand, it doesn’t take long for you to have him turned into a begging, whining, mess of a man beneath you.

“M-momma, needa–fuck–need t’cum–feels so fucking good–love it when you touch me momma–your hand is so soft–shit–right th-there–hand feels so good on my cock–squeezing me jus’ right–such a perfect momma f’me–oh god–gon’ come–m’gonna come momma–ah!”

You remove your hand suddenly, denying Leon the release for which he was on the precipice for the umpteenth time that night. A sob escapes him, his body thrashing petulantly on the bed. You had teased him within an inch of his life, edging him over and over. He was absolutely dumb with want for you. The sight of his exasperation almost makes you feel remorseful.

“Shh,” you coo at him soothingly. “Don’t you wanna cum in your momma’s pussy, pretty boy?”

Leon sobs again, hot tears now spilling from his cerulean eyes and running in rivulets down his blushing cheeks. He nods his head vigorously, still writhing against his restraints. 

“Yes momma, wan’ it. Want it so bad.”

Pleased at the state of mindlessness, you move to straddle his waist, your bare body hovering mere inches above his. His hips buck, his thick cock fighting to meet the warm, wet, and plush mound of your pussy. You pull your hips away from him in a silent warning, giving him a stern look.

“I need you to be a good boy for me Lee, and stay still while I ride you, you got it?”

He bites his lip at your words, his eyelids fluttering with anticipation. He pushes his hips back down onto the bed at your command, and he moans loudly when you press the wet folds of your cunt against the side of his twitching cock.

You can feel the amount of effort that he’s putting into holding himself still for you, his desire to please you, his desire to be a good boy for you overriding his need to thrust up against you. 

You place your hands across the expanse of his chest, your nails slightly digging into his soft skin as you begin to rut against him. His breathing stutters beneath your fingertips, and his eyes roll back into his head as he whimpers.

“Please momma–please put my cock inside you–w-wanna cum in you–fuck–wan’ you to bounce on me–want you to cum on my cock–oh shit–wanna be a good boy f’you–wanna fill my momma full of my cum.”

You keen at Leon’s filthy words, throwing your head back in bliss as you continue rubbing your pussy against Leon’s dick.

“Yeah, Lee? You wanna stretch out my pussy with your fat cock–fill me up with your hot cum?”

“Yes, please momma!  I’ll make you feel so good–fill you up–make you cum f’me–be your good boy.”

You reached down to grab Leon’s shaft as he spoke, lining his tip up with your entrance. Your eyes connected with his as you began to slide your eager cunt down his length, both of your mouths dropping open in ecstasy.

 The bed frame creaks loudly, and your eyes snap up to watch as Leon’s arms pull relentlessly against the ropes. He seems to be putting all his energy into his arms rather than his hips, an effort to remain a still, good boy for you. When you’ve fully sheathed him inside your walls, you let out a shaky breath. 

Leon’s dick was big. Not too big, but big enough that you always had to take a moment and allow yourself to accommodate to the stretch of it. Once you had, you began to bounce. Attempting to find a rhythm that hits your sweet spot on every drop down. One of your hands moved to rest on Leon’s chest, while the other wrapped tenderly around his throat.

“You feel so good inside me, pretty boy. I can’t wait to cum around you.”

Leon’s whimpers and whines grew impossibly louder at your words, his desperation to finish inside you reaching its peak. With a strangled sob, he begins to plead with you.

“Momma! Please let me move–I’ll be such a good boy for you–wanna move–wanna fuck you momma–please just let me–please–fuck–I’ll do anything f’you–just lemme move.”

You giggle down at him, your hand tightening around his neck briefly. 

“Okay, baby boy. You can move.”

Leon wastes no time in beginning to move his hips once you have given him the all-clear, and he begins to thrust up into your pussy with reckless abandon. The suddenness of the motion causes you to have to use the hand you have on his throat for balance, squeezing his airway off even more. 

This only spurs Leon on, a garbled groan leaving him as he pistons his hips into you harder and faster. A strangled gasp leaves you as a resounding crack echoes throughout the room. The world tilts, and suddenly you are on your back, Leon’s still tied hands resting on your chest as he continues fucking into your squelching pussy. 

“Fuck momma–gonna fuck you so deep–bury my cock in you–such a pretty momma–pussy’s gripping my cock like a vice–gonna make you cum–shit–gonna make you scream f’me momma–just wait.”

Leon had broken the headboard from all his tugging and thrashing, leaving his hands tied but allowing him to flip you over and take control of the situation. Your pussy throbbed at this, the sheer strength of the man above you hurtling you towards your orgasm. 

With a loud yelp of his name, you spasm around Leon’s cock, your orgasm hitting you in full-force. Leon continues thrusting into you, muttering dirty words of praise in your ear as he chases his own high. His thrusts begin to get sloppy and erratic, and with a final push deep into you, he comes with a cry.

Leon collapses on top of you for a moment before rolling off and laughing.

“Guess I gotta buy us a new headboard, huh?”

You roll over on your side to meet his eyes with a smile, your hands moving to untie his bound wrists.

“Please, m-my love, she was just t-trying to get under your SKIN!” the last part of that sentence yelped as your hand slaps harshly against his aching cock. His back arching instinctively as you softly rub your hand around the inside of his thighs. “She was, but you let her touch you, why?” Your sentence cold as your dry fingers caress the soft flesh directly outside his exposed asshole.

Leon had no response, wrinkles covering his forehead as he tries to think of one, but it's kinda hard if your fingers are teasing all his sensitive parts. Small pants leave him as his brain already slowly turns into mush, your finger alone do work wonders on him.

A large stinging pain interrupts his thoughts, he looks up to see a sour look on your face. He knew you were impatient, but all this pain and pleasure is too much! He can't think straight! “Alright fine, if you can't talk to me, I'll make sure you can't talk for the rest of the night”

Those words caught him off guard, wait, what do you mean by that? His thoughts running wild as a heavy, dark blushes forms on his face. Are you gonna spank him until he's a moaning mess on your lap? Are you gonna overstimulate him? N-no you would do that right? You know how sensitive and whiny he gets when you overstim him.

Alas his eyes avert to your tall figure as you walk out of the closet, a harness in one hand and... Oh no, no no no no! Seriously!? Leon's breath hitches as he stares at the fat dildo in your hand, it was one of his most hated ones, one that you would only use if he's been really, really bad, and that's only been once!

It was a pretty ombre colour, ranging from light pink at the tip, to purple in the middle and light blue at the base. It was girthy as well, you couldn't even make your index and thumb touch together around it. You set aside the toys, raking your finger nails against his abs, leaving small red lines on his sensitive skin. Leon whines and arches his back slightly up, telling you to keep going. Deciding to be even more mean, you take your hand off his body and stand directly in front of his, hands behind you back.

He whines, biting his lips as his eyes start glistening. You coo and walk back up to him, wiping his tears with your sleeve. “Save those tears angel, you're going to be needing them later” your velvety voice soothes him as you softly kiss his face, whispering sweet nothings to him as your thumbs rub circles on his waist.

You let go of his waist and pull yourself upwards, you lift your fingers and rub them against his soft, plump lips. He understands your message, opening his mouth and letting your fingers slip him, his lips close around them as his tongue begins to work, lapping up your ring and middle finger, covering them with his spit. He slowly lifts his head foward, feeling your fingers in the back of his throat, causing his eyes to roll back and him to softly gag against them.

You pull your fingers out and smile at him, silently praising him with your clean hand rubbing against his cheek. Leon melts into your touch, completely forgetting about your other hand until a warm, wet feeling is put against his hole. He softly whimpers as you slowly insert your middle finger in, giving him praise along the way, for being such a patient boy of course. A soft gasp leaves him as you insert your entire finger into him, slowly inserting the other with ease.

As both fingers enter him, his whimpers become soft moans as you curl your fingers inside him. Leon arches and throws his head back and find his prostate. Curling and pumping your fingers again and again, although this isn't for his pleasure, it's only to prep him for the dildo you're about to ruin him with.

It had only felt like 15 seconds before Leon indicates that he's about to cum. You pull your fingers out and wipe them against the towel you laid beneath him. Leon groans as the rope around his ankles started to sting, with a little bit of convincing, you untie the rope around it, still leaving his hands locked behind his head, he doesn't mind though.

He drops his legs down and wraps them around your form, only to be met with a harsh slap to his inner thigh, causing him to spread himself open. “No touching, not until I say you can” your harsh words fill his ears as he nods automatically.

You grab the lube next to you, squeezing a decent amount into your hand, Leon watches intently as you stroke up and down the dildo as you would his cock, covering the entire silicone with lube, you grab the harness next to Leon's thigh and tie it around your hips, adjusting the dildo as well.

You crawl on to the bed, only your feet hanging off. You bend down and kiss Leon's cheek. “You ready?” your soft voice spoils him, he nods his head and spreads his legs as wide as he can for you, you smile at his helpfulness. Your soft hands grab his plump thighs, balancing yourself as you slowly push into him.

Leon softly sobs as the tip of the dildo inserts into him, Jesus he wasn't even halfway and there are tears already falling from his eyes. The tip stretched him nicely, although there was always more pain than pleasure in the beginning. “Do you wanna take a breather?” you ask, genuine concern in your voice. Leon shakes his head, insisting that he's okay, and that he can take more.

You deadpan and throw a quick eyebrow raise at him, then a smirk appears on your face, he notices it and slightly begins to panic. A snarky comment was thrown his way, “You can handle more? Okay then” oh shit.

His eyes widen as you throw both of his legs over your shoulders. “W-wait what are you d-doiNG! FU-AH!-CK!” His sentence was cut off as you thrust, base deep into him. Tears begin to prickle at the corner of his eyes, you coo and bend over to his face, licking the tears away. Your thrust are slow, relaxing, making him get used to such a big object inside him, yeah maybe 12 inches was a little too much, but you're not going to forgive him that easily.

Pre-cum drips from his tip as you softly kiss him, even though no words were spoken, your lips already told him, he doesn't need to worry, and that you'll take care of everything. Leon steadily relaxes, only tensing up a little as you quicken your pace a bit. Oh but don't worry, he'll get his punishment soon, just be patient.

You quicken your pace even more, letting go of the kiss and grabbing his shins for support. Your nails dig into his skin, causing him to grit his teeth and grip whatever of the pillow case he could from behind him. “hah- shit, so deep, can't take- gonna c-cum~” his voice strains as he looks up desperately at you, his glistening eyes begging for release.

You smile and bend down, tugging the strands if hair out of your face and behind your ears, you lower yourself even more, until your lips are basically right on the skin of his ear. “Cum for me.” Those words. Those three specific words, along with that seductive, velvety tone, it always threw him off the edge. So with that, he arches his back and squeezes his thighs around you, causing you to almost suffocate, but you really didn't mind. Thick white ropes of cum spill all over his stomach and legs, some even on your clothes tits as his mind goes blank for a split second. Leon gasps and untraps you from his thighs, apologizing for almost killing you.

“Don't worry, if I were to die, your thighs would definitely be the way to go” you joke as you bring his legs back up on your shoulders, delicately kissing his calves.

Leon takes a few breaths, only to realize the pleasure of release is being filled with pain again, he looks down to see you still thrusting, just at a slower pace. Just as he notices you, you grab a chunk of his hair and quicken your pace again, this time much, much more faster than before. You untie the ropes holding his hands together and instead replace them with your own hand. “What? Y-you thought we were done? I'm not stopping until you're screaming, begging, crying apologies in my face, understand?”

Leon nods blindly as his brain becomes mush, moans, whimpers and gasps leaving him, accompanied by the creaks of the old wooden bed. “Fuck! Too much, too much! Can't take any-anymore, it's t-too b-big!” Leon cries out. “Doesn't sound like a sorry to me” your cold and harsh voice spits at him.

He sobs and yelps as he cums for a second time. You growl in annoyance. Getting tired of this position, you grab Leon and pull him up, sliding your legs beneath him, and laying down on your back. You grab his thighs and hold him steady, thrusting up into him as he thrusts down on to you.

Tears slip out of Leon's eyes, sliding underneath and down his chin, he holds your shoulders for support as he basically rides you. One of your hands let go of his thighs and wraps tightly around his leaking, red cock, pumping up and down.

"Oh please, my love, let me cum! Pleaseplease!” Leon begs as his brown eyes become swollen with tears. “Not until you apologize” He both whines and growls. “F-fine! F-fuck! Shitshit, m' sorry! m' sorry! I'm s-so sor-r-r-ry!” he gasps, throwing his head back as you smirk in victory. “Go ahead, you've earned it” thank yous spill out of his mouth as he reaches his third orgasm, his slick covering more of his stomach and your own clothes, great, more laundry tomorrow.

You pull out of Leon slowly, resting him on top of you for a bit, just to catch some breath, maybe this'll show Ada that Leon is yours, and only yours.