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maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new || Leona Kingscholar

Even a decade after leaving twisted Wonderland, leona still wants everything to do with you.

a/n: reupload cuz I accidentally deleted it ugh I hate myself

The music pounds in your head, not letting your thoughts be thought actively, and creating the barest glimpse of a headache you know will rear its ugly head tomorrow. You're not as young as you used to be, after all. You roll your eyes at your own thoughts as you massage your temples, wondering if there was a way for you to sneakily exit the club.

Looking over to your friends, who had abandoned you in their haste to drink some wine and relax, you fail to see a pair of sharp, green eyes following you in the dark of the club, the owner hidden amongst the bodies of the lusty and lonely people around you. In your haste to sneak out of the club, you fail to see him, and bump into a very familiar tanned chest, the owner bending towards to your ear to greet you with a simple "Miss me?".

The two of you stand near an alleyway, Leona keeping an eye for either paparazzi or muggers, and you're not particularly inclined to ask. An awkward silence engulfs the two of you as you drink some tea, curtesy of Leona and the café across the street. When someone calls his name, he turns to indulge in a conversation, letting you take a long look at him, finally.

The decade wasn't particularly kind to him, you note, with newer and older scars littering his arms. His hair was also shorter than you remember, meaning that at some time, it was shorn off to punish disrespect against the royal family. still makes short hair seem attractive, this isn't fair at all, you think as you sip your tea, gagging at the dregs they couldn't strain out.

"[name]." you heard behind you, turning around to see the former(?) love of your life looking at you. "Wanna head out? My place's nearby."

"Sure." you shrug, tossing the takeaway cup into the nearest garbage can you could find, quickening your pace to catch up to Leona. A short walk leaves the two of you in front of a fancy residential complex, with bright lights and the whitest walls you've ever seen in your life. Leona takes out his wallet and pulls a card out, swiping it through a swiper for the gates to open like fricking Alibaba's cave.

You snort at the whole fanciness of it all, following Leona up a few flights of stairs to his apartment. Apartment 307, you note as he unlocks the door and switches on the light, swapping his shoes for yellow fuzzy slippers that you're 100% sure were gag gifts for new years or his birthday.

"Want something to drink?" Leona is the first to break the silence, walking around his kitchen and searching through his fridge, pulling out a jar of juice and a few cans of beer, setting them down on the 4-person dining table nearby.

"You know, if you don't answer me, we're not gonna have that conversation I've been waiting a fucking decade for."

"I'm sorry," you whisper, your voice raspy because of dehydration? nerves? you couldn't tell.

"Sit," Leona all but commands you, pulling a chair out and slouching, cracking open a can of beer. You walk up to the dining table and do the same, pouring yourself a cup of juice. "Now, tell me somethin'- was it so hard to contact me? I've been thinking about that for a while."

"It's not that I didn't want to contact you, it's just-" you pause, taking in a deep breath and exhaling before continuing. "I didn't know how to say what I wanted to say."

"The fuck does that mean?"

"What are we, Leona?" you finally look into the deep pools of green, green as the emerald-coloured earrings you are wearing, a reminder of the man who loved you enough to spend 4 hours in the Sunrise City market hunting for them. "I mean, it's been a decade. You're probably seeing someone, or if you aren't seeing someone now you were definitely seeing someone before, and-"

"Were you?" Leona cuts your rant quietly, reaching for another can of beer with an almost subdued expression. "I didn't. I waited for you."

"I didn't either," you breathe out, tears prickling your eyes as you shook your head ferociously. "I tried so hard to start the mirror, and I was so scared at first. And then I just got to thinking you moved on, and then at some point I just- I just hoped you had, I dunno."

"Move on?" Leona scoffed, downing his beer in one go before rising a little, pulling your face towards his, kissing you right underneath your left eye, then your right, and finally your lips. Both your lips chapped because of the night air, the kiss is gentle, and Leona weirdly gives you plenty of room to move- as if he was scared you'd actually move, and confirm his worst fears.

You break the kiss gently, Leona pouting and sitting back down, his flushed cheeks and parted lips and lidded eyes giving him the most lovesick look you've ever seen on him and all at once it crashes into you- how could you think he'd have ever moved on? "Leona," you pant, green eyes flicking upwards to look at you. "Living room? Your room?"

"My room," Leona breathes, and with the conviction of a man with things to do (you being the thing to do), drags you to the darker part of the house, turning the lights on and gently picking you up and tossing you onto the bed.

The bed is just as soft as the one in his room in Savanaclaw, if not softer, and you're practically melting into the mattress as Leona climbs on top of you and kisses you again, a deep and slow and loving kiss, and despite the decade, it feels like you've known him forever, but it's probably just that the decade hadn't changed the two of you as much the both of you thought it did.

Leona breaks the kiss to move to your neck, nipping at it and watching bruises bloom, sighing as your hands slip under his shirt and your nails gently trail up and down his back, his tail curling around your waist as he continues nipping and sucking at sweet spots discovered during cuddles and make out sessions all those years ago under the trees in the botanical garden at NRC.

The tears that have been pricking your eyes for so long finally spill, and Leona pulls back to wipe them away. "Don' go," you plead through your sniffling, Leona kissing your tears away as he pulls you closer to him. "'M not going anywhere, [name]. I promise," he whispers against your skin, pausing near your shirt, waiting for permission to continue.

You hum against him as he quickly and gently disrobes you (leaving your underwear on) before taking his own clothes off, letting you kiss and nibble on every scar he'd gained since leaving NRC. Leona sighs as you cup his cheeks and pull him in for a kiss, biting on your lower lip and briefly sucking on it, leaving it slightly bruised and a shade of purple you knew you wouldn't be able to hide.

And no inch of your skin is left unmarked, Leona pinching and licking and sucking every piece of skin he could find. Not that you mind really, for your love knows how to combine pain and pleasure, and it is all too easy to coax moans and sighs out of you as you slide your fingers through his hair, now slick with sweat, and tug on it just the way you knew he liked it, eliciting a soft moan from him.

After bruising you enough for weeks, Leona dives between your thighs, focusing his attention on the soft flesh of your inner thigh, kissing and sucking your flesh, occasionally kissing the fabric of your underwear and tugging at it.

"Leona," you whine above him before shutting your thighs around him as a warning, the former chucking as he placed a last, weirdly chaste kiss on your underwear before sliding them off of you.

"Leona," you whine again, tugging gently on his hair. "Stop staring."

"Sorry," Leona apologises, sounding absolutely not sorry at all- you can hear the mirk on his face, the bastard- as he dives in, and oh, your mind goes blank, freeing every moan and whimper and plea you'd kept hidden on the tip of your tongue. Praise for him, absolute adoration mixed with worship and apologies for leaving him mixing and swirling from your brain to your tongue with no filter. You feel something wet on your face from time to time, but it's always wiped off too quickly for you to tell.

You hear more shuffling beneath you, and a wet, squelching sound as Leona strokes himself, a long sigh right against your core as he continues getting you off. "Leona, I'm close," you hiccup as Leona redoubles his efforts, adding a finger or two to speed up the process and bring you to your climax. You're pretty sure you moaned his name loud enough for his neighbours to hear, but you're also pretty sure you don't give a shit right now, basking in whatever it is you're feeling right now.

You sit up quickly and stop Leona, the beastman cocking an eyebrow at you as he lets go of his cock, hands in the air with noticeable differences. "Lemme suck you off," you ask as Leona nods, and wonder if it's possible for him to flush any harder without fainting. You get off the bed and go down on your knees, Leona switching positions and awkwardly spreading his legs. "You okay?" you ask as he nods, looking away as you pepper his cock with kisses and kitten licks, trying to understand how big he was and wondering if he'd even fit.

meh, you thought to yourself as you took in as much as you could and pumped the rest, Leona groaning quietly above you with soft praises, large hands tangled in your hair as you worked him towards his climax. "[name]," Leona gasped as he came, you chocking on the absolute taste and amount in your mouth (wtf Kingscholar why is this so bitter have you been living on meat your entire life?), you dutifully swallowing everything and gagging as you moved, Leona panting and almost whining above you.

"Darling," you start as you climb on the bed next to Leona, who sits up a little to kiss your cheek before flopping down and then pulls you into his chest with a hum. "You're lovely, but you taste like shit."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"You're bitter as hell. If I wanted something that bitter, I'd have drunk 2 litres of black coffee instead of sucking you off."

"Looked like you were having fun down there though," Leona retorts smugly as you roll your eyes.

"Not the point. Also-" you push Leona as you sit up and get on top of him, gently guiding his soft dick into you while stroking it hard, Leona reciprocating immediately. "Wanted to ride you," you gasp as you take him in, Leona grabbing your hips to steady you. "You'rso big," you moan as the sheer width of him makes your head light.

"Tell me if it hurts." Leona rarely commanded the people he cared about, and this was one of those situations, so all you do is nod before lowering yourself slowly, breathing in, breathing out as you completely bottom out, the grip Leona has on your hips so tight you're sure you'll see bruises for the next few weeks there. He only relaxes when you've completely bottomed out, bliss written all over your face.

"You okay?" he asks you as you nod, bouncing up and down slowly as Leona grasps your hips gently, eyes on you. Leona waits all of 5 minutes before flipping you over and leaning above you, gently thrusting into you as your hands roam over his chest and broad shoulders that somehow got even broader, teasing his nipples occasionally. Kissing him softly, your hands make their way to his ears and the hair around them, rubbing them gently as Leona shudders above you.

"I'll cum outside," he pants, breaking the kiss as your eyes widen- you forgot a condom, or protection of any sort. You nod and laugh, Leona joining you as he bumps your foreheads together and pulls out, coming on his hand as you climax too. You're sure the bed is a mess, but you don't care, you are sore as hell and need your man.

"How the hell did we forget a condom?" you laugh and facepalm as Leona stands up shakily, walking towards the joint bathroom and switching on the tap to the bath.

"I dunno, maybe it was the 'hey, I ain't see you in a decade and now we gotta fuck' hormone," Leona answers he emerges from the bathroom, sitting next to you. "I started fillin' the tub, it should be full in like 5 minutes? The flow is shitty here."

"Thanks, love," you say as you kiss his cheek, and try not to let your sheepish grin show, but Leona knows better and manages to coax your burning question out of you.

"I kinda feel bad for the neighbours. You've got like, what, 10 apartments on this floor?"

"There aren't any neighbours, [name]."

"What?"

"There aren't any neighbours." Leona repeats.

"Why not? This place that expensive?"

"Well, yeah," Leona answers, turning towards you and picking you up almost effortlessly, sitting you in the bathtub before switching off the tap and joining you. "But it's also because I bought all 10 apartments."

"What. Why."

"Because."

"Because what?!"

note: we'll never know why he needed so many apartments.

missing my lil sugar booger. ♡ minors don’t interact.

— who. sub leona kingscholar + dom amab reader. — info. leona’s getting backshots. not proofread.

leona likes to be spiteful sometimes.

he enjoys being purposefully loud when you’re fucking him so that everyone in the kingdom can hear him begging, moaning, purring for more. needing you deeper. wanting you faster. he’s unashamed about it too.

so submissive. unfitting for a ruler, as they say. leona’s a predator, the highest on the food chain, the top of the pyramid. you should be purring, needing, wanting. but leona doesn’t want that.

simply because it was too much work for the lazy big cat and it’s exactly what they want and the pride in him doesn’t want to give them that. leona would rather starve to death then allow those who shut him out to control his wants and needs.

the only thing leona’s controlling is how high his ass needed to be up.

leona’s back is arched, frontside laid against the furs underneath while you plowed him from behind. your hands dug into his skins, painful yet pleasureful, staking claim. the windows are open, your scents, reeking of sex and possession, filter out of it and throughout the hallways of the kingdom.

you’re sure everyone in the area could smell it.

“you’re taking me s’well baby boy.” you groaned. licking your lips you thread your left hand into his dark hair and gripped, forcing your cock ridiculously deeper.

unashamed and unbashed, leona purrs. his cock, heavy and leaky, swing in between his marked thighs dragging cum all over the satin sheets and furs. fire simmers in his lower belly, almost distracting if it wasn’t for your cock abusing his prostate and your vice-like grip on his hair and waist. he was about to cum and fast.

like a telepath, you make sure to go faster, slamming your hips against his ass with a mission, never letting him stray to far from you, never letting him feel empty. his walls felt nothing but your inches dragging against them.

and all he could do is yank the sheets, whine and take it.

leona was ready to cum, ready to give you all he had but, he was looking forward to the faces of his servants mopping, scowling when they see him. marked up, heavy with sex, bitched.

it strokes his ego. just a bit.

Kingmaker

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough oral, scratching, biting, overstimulation, clit stimulation, throne sex, semi-public sex, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation and name-calling, porn without plot, submissive Reader, Leona is rough but also with a hint of sweetness

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: By now I don't think it's a secret that I love Leona to bits. I'm not gonna lie I lowkey hope he sounds similar to Kovu in the eng dub, don't judge me. The prompt for this one was 'power imbalance' with Leona. For more of my 5k event fics you can go to my wholesome version or to me darker version of the lists.

You'd heard stories of the ruthless King Leona. When you first came into the throne room and he'd ordered everyone to leave, you could definitely see the hint of that sharp nature of his. But his face, his eyes, they weren't cruel, they were hungry.

When he told you to step closer, you found yourself mesmerized by his voice, they way he sat on his throne, his vest open and showing his abs, his biceps, his head casually leaning on his hand, "Come closer, let me have a good look my new handmaiden." Even his voice was enticing.

The only thing that was ruthless about him was the pace at which his mouth and tongue currently worked between your legs.

"Put your legs on my shoulders beautiful, let me really get in there." His voice vibrated though you, hands tangled in his wild mane of hair, his sharp nails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.

"My-my King! We shouldn't be doing this." You most definitely should be getting pleasure from your King's tongue probing and prodding your inner walls. You shouldn't lift your legs on his shoulders and bring him closer to you. You shouldn't be sitting on his throne, moaning as loudly as you were.

"Says who? Certainly not me. And is my word not law to you?" Your voice faltered before you could respond properly, trailing into a wonton whimper as he moved his head back and forth between your legs, "Tell me to stop then. Say you don't me to make you come and I'll stop. Do you want me to stop?"

At the very thought of him stopping now that you were so close your body revolted. Your thighs pressed tight around his head, "...No. Please don't stop, not yet." Heat flushed down your cheeks, the embarrassment only adding to the high pitch of your voice.

That fact only seemed to add to Leona's resolve, "Here I thought you were supposed to serve me, and here you are, panties on the floor, your bra tossed aside, your beautiful face hot with lust and shame, and loving every fucking second of your King taking what's his. Tell you what sweetheart, if you can come for me right now, I won't just make you my handmaiden, I'll make you my personal slut. I'll fuck you every night. Would you like that sweetheart?"

You could see it clearly in your head. Helping Leona with his daily duties during the day, and falling naked into his bed at night. Having to sneak around to not get caught, hiding the marks he leaves in you, yet relishing in them. Screaming his name in the safety of his bedroom while keeping your voice low whenever you have sex during the day, his hand over your mouth to help muffle your whimpers, his mouth hungry on yours before he lets you scream your pleasure out.

There was no holding back your orgasm, your hand clamping over your mouth, tears running down your face from the overstimulation you were experiencing at his hands.

"Good girl." His mischievous look sends further shivers down your spine, or maybe it was his tongue, still slick from you, licking up to your throbbing, pulsing clit, tapping and circling your the stiff bundle of nerves, "You'll keep my bed, and my cock, nice and warm from now."

You whimpered as he licked your clit again, this time pushing his head away, "Too much."

"What was that? Too much?" Leona leans his chin on your inner thigh spreading your slick as he gives you the cockiest grin you've ever seen before turning his head, his fangs scraping over your skin, "That won't do at all." You hissed in pain, Leona's fangs pressing into your thigh leaving behind a not at all subtle bite mark, "I see you need a little bit of stamina training."

"T-Training? What do you mean?" Leona rose from between your legs, pushing you further back, slotting his hips between your legs.

"I think you're smart enough to guess." His hand unbuckled his belt, undoing it just enough so he can slide his pants and underwear below his ass. Your eyes locked on the tip of his cock, a bead of thick cum pearling at the very top. "And I think, judging by that orgasm, that you're more than ready for my cock. You better hold on to me okay? Because I'm not gonna be gentle."

You gulp but despite his words find yourself drawing him closer and closer until you can comfortable wrap your arms around his shoulders. His lips move over your neck, slow and hot, unlike his cock which he pushes in all in one go.

The stretch wasn't that painful due to your arousal, plus the slick made it easier for him to move, to back up until only his tip is left in you. You only had but a taste of him, but your pussy already wants more, clinging onto his cock and wanting to draw him in deep once more.

Leona's hands held your hips still as he bottomed out again, "You're a little tight. Haven't had a cock like mine before huh? I'll make sure you get used to it soon. Just relax for me."

"I'm sorry." You apologized on instinct, eyes shutting tight.

"No need for that." His next kiss was surprisingly gentle, as was his thrust, calculated and slow, drawing out a shaky sigh from your lips, loosening you up.

Every thrust came with the addition spark of pleasure. It wasn't long until Leona started to hammer his hips against yours.

"That my good slut. Taking it so well for me." A wanton moan tears from your throat as he presses closer to you, "You sound delightful when you're getting fucked. I'm going to have so much fun with you sweetheart."

Your walls tighten around his cock, your nails run down his arms, bracing around his forearms as you arch your back further into him, the swell of your breast pressing against his muscular chest.

"Gonna come? Look at me. Look at your King while come from his cock." Leona's pace doubled, grunting, his eyes locked on yours, hungry and wild.

Your cunt clenched around him, fast like a spark of lightning. His smile was downright smug. Knowing that he drove you to this state, made you spread your legs in his throne room, craving his cock, making you let go so completely, he couldn't hold back either. Not anymore.

His hands tightened on your shaking hips, his pace getting more forceful, desperate, and almost a blur as his full balls finally emptied his cum deep into your womb, filling you up until his cum dripped from you.

Cupping the back of your head he hugged your close, kissing away your tears.

"You did well, I'm so proud of you." He rolled his hips a few more times, getting the last drops of cum out before he pulled out, his eyes locked on your cunt, swollen and so full of his seed that it spilled onto the throne room floor. "Hmm, next time we do it here I gotta remember to bring a towel with me. But don't worry, it's not like anything's gonna happen to you because of this. Especially because you're mine now, no one's gonna dare to even look at you wrong."

"I-Thank you my King." Leona tilted his head before chuckling, and bringing you into a deep kiss. He still tasted like you.

"You're my new handmaiden. It's my job to make sure you're content as well." His smile as as bright as the sun, "Speaking off, we should go wash up. Make sure you don't let too much of my cum drip down your thighs too much." The growl in his voice sent another bolt of arousal coursing through your body.

"Yes, my King." You had a feeling you'd be speaking those words a lot more in the future.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader ( suggested rival college ), glory hole, dub con, cock worship, oral sex ( m!receiving ), degradation, name calling ( whore, hole ), facial, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day ten [ leona kingscholar + glory hole ]

“Yeah,” you knew it was Kingscholar before he released the grumbling from within his throat, “lick it first, whore.” it was just so obvious that he would be the one to go first, and as soon as the thick, warm brown cock slid through the hole to demand your attention, you were certain. pressing both palms flush against the wall, you lap at the swollen, red tip, tonguing the slit until your worship elicits a satisfied snarl from the other side. your heart skips a beat at the sound, realizing what he must look like right now. the cock pushed forward, as if demanding to slide into your mouth, and you knew he must be bucking his hips. if you imagined his emerald eyes staring down at you, his broad chest heaving as he tucked his chin into his chest to watch you lick at his cock, you’d simply get dizzy.

“Work that fuckin’ tongue.”

it was an order impossible to refuse, and you moaned as you dipped your head, dragging your tastebuds over the bulging veins, dancing your way down the length of his shaft until it lays across your face. the velvety muscle flicks at the underside of him, the raw scent of his arousal engulfing you, the weight of the cock on your face driving you mad. with your face against the wall as close as you could get, you licked every inch that was presented to you.

“You love that taste, don’t you?” he rumbled, baritone gurgling deep in his throat, before he expels a wicked hiss of what might’ve been laughter, snide and crass. “I’m starting to think you threw that Spelldrive match on purpose, just so you could be stripped and used.”

“I—I didn’t—“ you started to protest, pulling back to pant with the tip of the mighty cock smearing against your lips as you form the syllables.

“Shut up and suck it already,” Leona demanded, and you knew that had he been able to, he would’ve grabbed you by the hair and forced your head down to take him. so you do just that, opening your mouth, letting the bulbous head slide in, your lips stretch into a tight O as inch by torturous inch, Leona plugs your mouth. once he was inside, you start to suck, bobbing your head in a furious rhythm. his taste was twice as intoxicating as his smell, raw and musky— as if lust oozed from every pore. “Attagirl. You learn fast.” your eyelids flutter, gargling and drooling as you work him over. it’s embarrassing, and you may never admit it, but the flimsy pair of panties you’d been stripped down to were damp. you were enjoying this way too much. but you mewl and slurp, squirming on your knees to get even closer. the more he grunted, the more desperate you were to please him. “You know your place at the very least,” you could practically hear the way he must be baring his teeth as you sucked him off and he growls, “on your knees for me and my Pride. Don’t you worry, hole, because each and every one of my boys’re gonna get a chance to fuck that cock hungry little mouth a’yers:” Leona grunts, and his girth pulsates against the walls of your warm, wet cavern— the tip prodding at the back of your throat every time you try to take another inch. “Just as soon as I’ve had my fill a’ya.”

you cluck, your body jerking as if to protest taking so much cock, your cheeks hollowed and your couplet stretched and aching, but you didn’t care. you kept your same, rapid pace, drool leaking from the corners of your mouth and dribbling down your chest, where it sticks like glue in your cleavage. Leona was rock solid, battering your cheeks and threatening to jam your tongue to the back of your mouth when he drills into it. your arms hang slack instead of reaching up to pump the inches you thought you couldn’t take, and the depravity of feeling the head of his cock dip into your gullet sends you into a frenzy of hungry sucking, and fervent bobbing, until you start to gag on him.

“Oi, take it easy, whore.” Leona groans, pulling back enough that his cock nearly slips free from your grasp, had your lips not clamped down against the spongy head to keep him inside, whimpering with a need to keep his taste filling your mouth for as long as possible. “You don’t get to just tap out if you choke.”

with your head so close to the gap, you could hear waves of murmurs, snickers, and gleeful taunts. you couldn’t imagine how many guys were lined up after Leona to fuck your face, but you assumed it was Night Raven’s entire Spelldrive team, and most likely all of the boys from Savanaclaw, as well.

“Better hurry up and make me cum,” Leona growls, “there’s a lot more cocks out here that need your attention.”

spurred by the knowledge that you were far from finished, both of your hands flee to wrap your fingers around the thick cock in front of you, gliding along the slick provided by your saliva to jerk off the remaining inches as you focus all of your attention on the throbbing tip. you alternate between sucking until your cheeks hurt, and then sliding your tongue along the shape, outlining his tender frenulum, before delving into the slit as it dribbles sticky sweet precum into your mouth.

“That’s it, almost there.” Leona grumbles, “Keep sucking me just like that, fuck, worship that cock.” the more you teased, the tighter you squeezed, and the more the muscle started to twitch in your hands, the closer you knew Leona was to cumming. “You’d better take my load on your face, whore. You ready for it? You know what to do…!”

your eagerness overwhelmed your dignity, and your lips made a vulgar pop as you pried your mouth from his dick, pumping both fists at a merciless pace until the first streamers of his release shoot into the air. they coat your hairline, dribbling down and sticking your tendrils in clumps, as more spurts splatter against your cheek and into your open, panting mouth. his cum costs every tastebud, and you moan, closing your eyes to avoid being blinded until the shower is over. his essence is warm and viscous as it hangs in globs from your chin, speckling the tops of your breasts with white.

you can hear him snarling, panting, as the orgasm starts to fade, the cock in your hands softening significantly once he’s finished— but there’s still some spunk that drools out from the twitching tip, and you can’t help yourself: you dip your head and swirl your tongue along the slit once more, gathering all he had left in the groove your muscle makes to swallow it with a happy whine.

“Already addicted to cock, huh?” Leona’s chuckle is hoarse as he wrenches himself away from your mouth, the delicious cock disappearing as he pulls out of the hole. “Don’t get greedy and swallow it all, either. When I decide to letcha outta there, I wanna see a cum covered slut, crawling on all fours, begging to suck me again.”