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“Don’t try and butter me up.” You huffed. “You were very … clingy today.” You struggled to find the right words. Jealous?

“Maybe.” He nuzzled into your hair, pulling your back flush to his chest.

“It wasn’t very nice. You were very unfriendly to my friends. How do you think that’s made them feel? Unwelcome because my puppy-hybrid can’t behave himself?” You answered your own question and gave up on your task. It was impossible to get anything done with his hands all over your stomach, and the way he rubbed his cheek against yours.

“I didn’t like how they looked at you.” He stated plainly, a muffled growl into your ear as he squeezed you tighter. It wasn’t rough as much as it was whiny. He was needy, wanting all of your attention.

“Leon, you know it wasn’t like that.” You squirmed when you felt him nuzzle against your shoulder. His breath was warm when he loudly sighed.

“It’s not fair.” He whined. “You were laughing and carrying on .. and not paying attention to me.” He emphasized his words by turning you around to face him. Your back bumped the counter, and he planted his hands on either side of your hips. He was pouty and acting like a total baby.

“You’ll have to learn to share.” You tilted your head up to look at him, and saw his frown. He leaned in closer, nose bumping yours as his hair brushed over your forehead. His puppy ears twitched atop his head, agitated that you didn’t seem to think the world revolved around him.

“Noo.” Leon whimpered, his hands moving from the counter to your face. He pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips, then another to your cheek. He peppered them all over your face, tail sweeping across the floor behind him.

“I’m not sharing with anybody.” He pulled back enough to look at you. You knew he wouldn’t stop you from having those friends, but it certainly wouldn’t stop him from being clingy afterwards.

You sighed, and realized there was no point in scolding him any longer. “What am I gonna do with you?” You smiled, making his ears perk up. The sight of you in a better mood had him in a better mood as well. He let you slip past him for the living room, finishing up cleaning. Not without being followed.

“Pay attention to me, that’s what!” Leon was back at your side, taking hold of your arm. “Please?” He was tugging you onto the sofa with him, and you made no effort to stop him.

“Okay, okay.” You gave in, leaning back against the cushions as he draped himself over your lap. He rubbed his head against your stomach, puppy ears all twitchy.

“What’s that about?” You teased, stroking his hair. He shuddered, melting into your touch.

“Want you to smell like me.” He muffled against your shirt, then looked up at you. “Cause you’re my owner.” He sat up enough to nuzzle your breasts, his cheek resting against you as he sighed, blue eyes fluttering closed. “All mine.” He added, arms wrapping around your back to hold you close.

“Jealous puppy.” You were rather amused by his behavior, but flattered by how much he loved you. Instead of scolding him for being so misbehaved, you continued to pet him as if he were a good boy that day.

“Mmhm.” He nodded, getting comfortable in the embrace. “Can’t help it.” He mumbled, relaxing with each breath.

“I’m sure you can. But you’re spoiled and don’t want to.” You tutted, ruffling the dirty blonde head of hair that rested on your chest. He didn’t deny it, because you were right.

“Your spoiled puppy.” He hummed, happy to be anything if it meant belonging to you. Even if it wasn’t a good thing, it was in one ear and out the other with him.

“Yeah. My puppy.” You kissed the top of his head, getting a pleased noise out of him. His tail was wagging in a lazy way, squeezing you tight as he buried his face in your breasts. He must’ve wore himself out after being all over you the whole evening.