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Sloppy noises fill the room as Leon’s fingers slip in and out of you at a leisurely pace, his lips eagerly pressed to your clit in an open-mouth kiss. His tongue wets the swollen nub before withdrawing back into his hot mouth – only to push it back out to lap at your slimy clit again. “Bad puppy,” You moan pathetically, but your thighs are trembling as heat climbs into your lower belly. He’s been misbehaving all day. First not letting you get any work done with his needy whining, and then growling at your friend’s hybrid when he got too close!
Leon is not one for aggression usually; you’re not sure what’s gotten into him. The final straw was when he nuzzled up to you, looking for attention, before slipping his hands up your legs and kneading your ass within view of the whole park. You scolded him and decided to take him back home, only to be tackled onto your bed as he desperately grinded his hips against you.
“I’m not.” Leon protests – a growl threatening to break free. He pulls away only by a centimeter to speak, and presses his wet mouth to you again with increased fervor. Your hand reaches down to pull on his dog ear, hoping to drag his head away from your sensitive cunt, but Leon is having none of that. Pure, animalistic instinct consumes Leon for a moment, nothing on his mind except how badly he needs this. You cry out and desperately palm at his forehead as his canines sink into the flesh of your thigh. His fingers still themselves inside of you as you squeeze and flutter around them, the pain and pleasure mixing.
“Leon – fuck – that h-hurts…” You tremble, pushing at the puppy’s head. His tail only wags faster, his bite coming down on you even harder as he admires you through half-lidded eyes. The dizzying excitement the bite brought him is a feeling he’d never experienced before, and a low growl leaves his throat. The taste of iron suddenly floods his mouth, warm blood now trickling down your skin. “Bad, bad puppy,” You try again, but your head is thrown back now, hand still tangled up in his hair. Leon growls and ruts his hips into the mattress in response, letting his drool mix with your blood as it runs down your skin and onto the sheets.
When the frenzy subsides and he finally relaxes his jaw, Leon licks adoringly at the wound. You wince but pet his ears as you relax enough for his fingers to ease out of you. “That cannot happen again, okay?” You breathe out, flustered.
Leon chuckles, tongue still pressed to the bite mark. That was definitely happening again, and you both knew it.