𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕆𝕗 𝔾𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕣 | 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 48: 𝑴𝒚 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 (+𝟏𝟖)

Warnings: Pinning, dirty talking, marking, biting, scratching, hair pulling, clothes ripping??, begging, oral (female receiving), fingering, manhandling  Dom themes, sub themes, vague overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unmentioned protected penetration, (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT!!!)

I look down at Leon, who sits on the edge of his bed. The battle for Champion had long since ended and now I'm to deal with the aftermath. "Leon," I whisper, pushing my fingers through his hair. The man looks up at me, hands on my hip and pulling me closer. I continue to rake my hands through his hair, pushing his hat off his head and tossing it aside. I pull at the cape on his shoulders and toss it somewhere else before continuing to thread my fingers into his hair. Leaving him as just Leon, not Former Champion Leon.

"You're still my Champion, you know that? And even more, you're my king." I whisper, leaning down and pressing my forehead to his. Leon doesn't say anything as he flips us over, the air being knocked out of me when my back hits the bed. Leon's golden eyes hard, but shining with glint, my mouth falls open. I've only seen that look a select few times, all fleeting and barely there, but happened often enough I know it wasn't my head playing tricks on me.

"I want you," He rasps, voice deep and mellow, "I want you in ways we've never done before." He continues. Leon's tongue swipes against his lips, there's a small part of him that's pleading, begging for another chance to prove himself. To reclaim the honor and pride he lost today. "You can have me Leon," I whisper to him, knowing I can make him feel better, knowing that he needs this.

"I won't be gentle, can't, not with the way I want you." He murmurs softly, always so careful to give me a warning and a chance to back out. "Whatever my champion wants, whatever my king desires." I coo up at him, something about my words makes Leon snap. His lips crash down to mine consuming them with heat and aggression, I moan feeling his teeth bite into my lip. He doesn't miss a beat to shove his tongue into my mouth, claiming it as his and his alone.

My hands wander up his arms, only being able to meet his shoulders before his hands find mine, his hands grasp them before shoving them up above my head. Pressing them into the mattress, a warning of sorts, telling me not to move them before he leaves them there. His hands then find my blouse, taking hold of the fabric before pulling, the buttons ripping off and flying every other direction. My jaw drops, "Lee!" I gasp, but he doesn't respond.

The only reaction I get out of him is him proceeding to drag his tongue over my newly barred skin. My legs tense under his body when I feel his teeth find home in the skin, "Lee, can't have marks!" I remind. "Don't care," He grunts, my eyes go wide at his answer, "Leon!" I chide. "Did I fucking stutter?" He snaps, my mouth shuts tightly at his tone, "I thought so," He huffs before sinking his teeth back into my skin. I let out a whine and pull at the bed sheets, "Lee," I call, once again the man didn't answer but I tense up when I felt his hands find my skirt. "Leon," I plead, begging him not to rip this too, but it's too late. Leon's arms strain with force as a very firm rip tears through the room, I bite down my lip, to keep from commenting.

"Turn around," He orders, "Leon," I try again, "Turn. Around." He orders slowly. I do as he says and twist my body around under him, to lay on my stomach. Leon's hands pull the blouse off my shoulders and what's left of my skirt off my legs, I shiver feeling his fingers trace up my back. Only to yelp when his hand takes hold of my hair, I follow the pull of his fist as he lifts from the bed. My back pressing against his still clothed chest, soft breathes escape me when he reaches around and cups both my breasts in his hands.

I lean my head back against his shoulder, the position slightly arching my chest into his hands and the sight makes him groan. Leon's fingers brush against the top of my bra ready to dip inside, but Leon's track record thus far tells me he might rip this off too. "Lee, please don't." I beg, "Don't what?" He chuckles against the skin of my shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to it before sinking his teeth into it. I hiss at the sensation, "Don't rip my bra." I beg breathlessly.