LeoPika short stories and one shots!

"Pretty"

Part two of "praise" CW: KINKY SMUT; overstimulation, pain and choking! Please only read of you are an adult.
Reminder that the vigilante Crimson Revenge (affectionately nicknamed "Blondie") uses they/them pronouns
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Leorio was the first awake, yet lied in bed for a moment. He breathed in the scent of Crimson's hair; a mix of Leorio's own shampoo, their natural musk, and their cum from last night that lingers on their skin. What a lovely smell. Leorio snuggled in closer to their neck so he could breathe it in.

Blondie's hand snaked up to caress Leorio's face. They sighed, pushing their body closer to his.

"Good morning, baby." Leorio whispered, voice still husky from sleep.

"Oh my god." They moaned, "Say that again."

"What's the magic word?" Leorio traced his lips along their neck.

"Please?"

"Good morning, baby." Leorio smiled, then sucked on their skin a little. "How did you sleep?"

They whimpered and grinded their hips against him. "Like a rock."

"Rock hard?" Leorio laughed.

They whined softly, still rubbing against Leorio's leg. Leorio reached down and groped their ass. They clutched Leorio's night shirt.

"You wanna go another round?" Leorio offered.

"Yes. Yes I do." They whispered.

Leorio almost said something about it costing them, but decided not to shit on the mood. "Before or after breakfast?"

"Before. Right now."

Leorio kissed their lips, they fumbled in the dark to connect. "Grab the lube."

An instant later it was in his hands. He stuck it in his armpit to warm it up while reaching over to once again grope their ass. He kneaded and massaged the plump flesh, kissing them languidly to which they responded with matching energy.

Leorio slipped their boxers down and tried a finger at their hole, eliciting a whimper. But not in the cute sexy way. It hurt them.

"It's fine. I'm fine. I can take it." They apologized.

"No, no- if it hurts from last night it's okay, we don't have to do it again."

"I want it. I want it so bad, Leorio." They begged.

Leorio suddenly had an idea. "Do you wanna do me this time?"

They hesitated. "I like being bottom more."

"That's fine." Leorio whispered, kissing them gently. "How about I give you a blowjob and finger you instead? It won't be as intense as last night, so it won't hurt as bad."

Another moment of silence. "I like it when it hurts."

"Excuse me?"

They whispered in his ear the most chilling words he'd heard in a long time: "I want you to hurt me, Leorio. I wanna hurt so bad that I cry and beg for mercy. But I don't want you to stop."

"You- you're sure?" Leorio asked in shock.

"My safe word is mangoes. I'm sure."

Leorio stared at them, almost long enough to register a face. Then he kissed them. Gentle at first, then with more passion. He pinned them to the mattress and shoved his tongue down their throat. He gripped their neck and fondled their chest, giving in to his morning wood. Boxers. Gone. Shirt. On the floor.

"Is this okay?" Leorio asked, letting up for a second.

"It's wonderful. Keep going."

Leorio squeezed their throat, and they instinctively grabbed his wrist. Leorio began to palm at their crotch, hardening their half-flaccid dick with a few quick strokes.