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Adulting sucks.
Paying bills, going to work, having to fit a simple outing into your schedule weeks in advance. But it does have some perks, like finally affording your own place; funded with your own hard work.
Your apartment is pretty spacious, has decent natural lighting, and affordable. Honestly a steal, practically ticking off all the requirements off your list. But like with everything in life there is always a downside
The neighborhood you’re in isn’t the best. It’s alright during the day, but you’ve been having trouble getting a good nights rest recently with some of the stories you’ve been hearing from your neighbors.
In the midst of complaining to your friends about the situation, they suggested getting a cute puppy hybrid. Keeps you company and loyal enough to protect you.
You didn’t hate the idea; it would be like having a roommate but cuter. You’d get to watch movies together on the couch, go on cute walks in the park, and have someone to complain to about your long days—you know, like a best friend.
The experience of going to the hybrid shelter though was not what you expected. It was supposed to be cute, getting to sit and know each one that catches your eye before deciding. Instead, you spent the whole time pitying the sad faces you were seeing as you walk down each… cell? Enclosure? Room? You couldn’t even tell.
The middle-aged worker continued giving you a tour, your face visibly uncomfortable with how loud and overwhelming the place was.
The two of you stood a few cells down before the end of the hallway as the worker talked to you about some of the most suitable options. You took note of how most of the cells next to you were empty; until you saw the back of a pair of ears peeking out of the cell at the end.
“Blake is an excellent choice, well behaved. Joy is also a good option-”
“Who’s in there?”
The worker stops and looks at you before looking at where you finger is pointing behind her.
“That’s… Leon. But I wouldn’t umm… recommend him.”
Your brows furrow in confusion.
“Why not?”
The worker took a deep breath, scribbling a few things into her notepad as she spoke.
“He’s a bit of a hassle. Used to work as a government dog, got old, decided he’s not useful anymore and dumped him here.”
“Poor thing…” your lips purse in concern.
“Yeah, but don’t worry. He makes sure we all suffer as much as he does.” She scoffs, shaking her head at what you can only assume some of the things he’s done.
“Any behavior problems…?”
“Oh, plenty.”
“I can hear you, Janet.” A guttural voice from the cell grumbles.
She rolls her eyes, before continuing. “So yeah, it’s either between Blake, Joy, and Evan.”
Your eyes remain attached to the cell at the back. He used to work for the government, surely he knows a thing or two about protection. A bad neighborhood needs someone with a bad attitude after all, right?
“I’d like to see Leon, please.”
She looks up at you, a judgy expression plastered all over her face. You both turn around to face Leon who is now looking in your direction.
The adoption center made you sign at least four papers ensuring that you do not dump him on street in case he gets hard to handle. But they didn’t look like they wanted you to bring him back either with the way the workers looked a little too excited at his departure.
To your surprise, you haven’t had the urge to get rid of him a single time.
Yeah, he’s a little rough around the edges. Very reserved, not too chatty, and extremely sassy. But you can tell that he doesn’t entirely hate it here. You have noticed his tail wagging a few times when you got home. How he tries to hide his smile every time you crack a joke. How he scolds you for falling asleep on the couch when you come back home exhausted; harassing you until you change and sleep properly on your bed.
Your friends’ reaction to him was as predicted. Staring at him almost in horror when they walked in and saw him sitting on your couch.
“I thought that he was your uncle.”
“I thought we agreed on a puppy.”
They whisper to you in the kitchen, loud enough only for you to hear. They acted like you let an evil spirit into your home with open arms.
Sure, Leon isn’t a cute adorable puppy. But he’s quite handsome with some cool stories to tell—which you have to drag out of him but you’ll take what you can get. Besides he’s not that old, more like… bee keeping age. But yeah, all the puppy plans you had originally are now out the window.
You like to believe—or actually you know that deep deep down, beneath all that austere attitude is the puppy you originally wanted.
Deciding to do something nice the other day, you brought him a squeaky duck toy; maybe he’d like it. Once you pulled it out, he looked at you with sheer disgust.
“Oh, grow up.”
Only for you to hear the sound of muffled squeaking coming from his room a few days later. So, young at heart for sure.
Honestly, you can’t imagine what behavioral problems the other owners were complaining about. Leon just had boundaries, and he made it clear from the start—no leashes, no loud gatherings, and his own privacy, all to which seemed like fair game to you.
In addition, he’s been taking this protection job extremely seriously—a little too seriously actually. Standing next to the windows, arms clutched behind his back, his ears perking up at any sound coming near the front door. Having to practically shove him out of the door frame when talking to the poor mail man. But he feels like he has a purpose now, and you’re getting the rest that you need so it’s a win-win situation.
To be fair, you think his demeanor is pretty attractive. For a hybrid, he’s the manliest man you’ve met. Perhaps it’s his rough background that’s molded him into what he is today. Or maybe you just have a soft spot for overprotective men you weren’t aware of.
Coming back home late one day, you open the door as quietly as possible as it’s way past Leon’s bedtime. Your face cringes as the sound of the door creaking open remains loud no matter how slowly you push it. Only to be greeted by the same blue eyes glaring at you from the couch; arms crossed and his signature frown.
“Hi…”
“Where have you been?” he shifts, placing his hand on his chin.
“Sorry, manager kept me overtime.”
“And you walked home alone at this hour?”
You put down your keys on the table near the door. The sound of the metal clanking against the wooden surface breaking the awkward tension.
“Yeah…?”
He nods his head slowly, an immediate sign of disapproval.
“Unbelievable.” He scoffs to himself.
Unbelievable? Wait, who’s the owner again?
Your face twists to an annoyed expression. Yeah, you came home late. So what? Not like you were out partying. Even if you were its none of his business. You can take care of yourself, you only needed him to protect the house, not be your personal bodyguard.
He stares at you momentarily, almost like he can read your thoughts before stepping closer towards you.
“I’m not a lap dog y’know. You can depend on me.”
His tone is soft, juxtaposing his rough voice from earlier.
Long story short, he walks you to work and back home now. Ok, you’ll admit that it’s actually quite nice having someone escort you around. Staring at his back isn’t such a bad view too… the broad shoulders, the back muscles contorting beneath his shirt, his musky (pet safe) cologne practically suffocating you, his dark hair cascading to his neck… the ass—we’re not going to talk about the ass.
Over his past week, you’ve noticed some changes in his demeanor; changes you’re not particularly fond of. Growling at random people walking on the street who came a little too close, picking fights with stray hybrids; and once he starts getting aggressive, he won’t even listen to you anymore.
Are these the behavioral issues everyone was complaining about? Did he only put on his best behavior just to not end up back in the shelter? You bite your lip as you zone out on the white tile of your kitchen, letting worry eat away at whatever braincells you have left after another horrible workday.
You hear the sound of Leon’s feet shuffling into the kitchen. Your eyes meet his, barely able to keep them open with sleep clouding his vision.
“Still awake?”
You place your hand on the counter behind you fixing your posture before leaning against it again.
“Yeah, can’t sleep.”
A low hum escapes his throat before walking over to the fridge. You watch in silence as he grabs a water bottle, his adam’s apple bobbing with each gulp. You feel your brows instinctively crinkle as your thoughts go back to overthinking, the image of him being hostile replaying in your head against your will for the thousandth time since you first seen it.
“This is his real identity, it’s only going to get worse from now on.” The little devil on your left whispers.
“But its Leon, sweet grumpy old Leon. Just because he snaps every once in a while, doesn’t mean he’s all bad.” The angel on your right retorts; and all you could wish for in this moment is for both of them to just shut the fuck up.
Leon’s eyes snap back at you, his brows mimicking the knots between yours as he steps closer. His arm reaches behind you and grabs your wine glass off the counter bringing it over to his lips.
“You can’t have that.”
“Yeah, well I’m older than you so.”
“Leon, I’m being serious.”
You reply, your tone coming off harsher than you intended.
He drops the wine glass off his lips and stares at you, one of his ears dropping down as he tries to decode the upset expression on your face.
“Okay, jesus.”
He whispers, putting the glass back where it was and you feel a twinge of guilt at his expression.
“Listen, I’m sorry. I just- “
You look away, unsure on how to approach the situation.
“I’ve been an ass.” He says.
“Excuse me?”
“No, I mean that I have been an ass.”
You look at him, a part of you relieved that he’s taking the initiative in this conversation.
“I’ve been a pain in the ass to deal with this week… and I’m sorry.”
You smile nodding at his statement.
“Leon, I just want you to help me understand that’s all.”
He stays quiet for second, and you can feel him unfold in front of you.
“I just go through rough patches sometimes, didn’t mean to scare you; I’ll do better I promise.”
You smile softly at him, expanding your arms and inviting him in for a hug. You expect him to react how he normally does when you show any signs of affection, stick out his tongue in faux disgust and walk away. But instead, he hesitates for a minute before stepping closer and wrapping his arms around you. It takes you by surprise, but you thank the sleepiness or whatever it is that is allowing you to see the softer side of him for once.
Your hands tangle in his hair, and you feel him melt into the crook of your neck until his hot breath is close enough to send tingles down your spine.
“Can I make it up to you?”
His sleepy voice whispers against the shell of your ear making the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
“How?” you giggle awkwardly.
He inches closer feeling his body heat radiate against yours. His arms snake around your waist pulling you flush against him as you feel his tongue swipe across the hot skin of your neck. Your cheeks heat up and you instinctively put your hand on his chest. The lick morphs into a wet kiss, nuzzling his head further into the crook of your neck, his straight nose brushing against the skin.
“Smell so good.”
He whispers groggily, his hands running up and down your sides.
You don’t move, nor push him away. And it’s at this point where you have to admit that you have thought about this a few times, more times than you should’ve. Or maybe you just haven’t hooked up with someone for too long and the aching between your thighs is dominating every rational thought you have in mind.
His hand sneaks beneath your shirt, moving upwards slowly before cupping one of your breasts in his hand. His fingers pinch and flick the hard nipple earning a soft moan from your lips. His lips move away from your neck before lifting your shirt and latching on the hard bud.
Your fingers squeeze the edge of the counter behind you for support, as his tongue flicks over your nipple a few times and you can feel hot slick set in the gusset of your panties.
“Leon, kiss me.”
Wasting no time, his large hand cups your jaw before slamming his lips against yours roughly. You whine as his teeth capture your bottom lip, closing in on it possessively.
“Open your mouth.”
You oblige; he takes a moment to look at you before spitting in your mouth. Keeping your eyes glued on him, you swallow. He lets out a deep growl, sealing his lips onto your again. You kiss him back, trying to keep up with his feverish pace.
One of his knees slots between your thighs, pushing them apart. Unable to take the lack of stimulation, you begin to rock your hips on his thigh. The hot slick pooling in your underwear making you roll your head back in pleasure as you easily slide your clit across the clothed surface.
He watches you rock against him hungrily; his eyes fixated on the apex of your thighs.
“Let me lick your pussy please, smells so good.”
A smirk tugs on the side of you mouth as you move back. He takes your expression as a yes, hastily pulling down your shorts and leaving you in your soaking underwear. Now on his knees, he buries his mouth between your thighs. His hot mouth wraps around your clothed cunt, his tongue running up and down the slit. You bite your lip in pleasure at the sight, moving your legs apart to give him further access.
He kisses the area before nuzzling his nose in. You notice his hand moving over to the tent formed beneath his sweats, he rubs himself through the fabric as he takes in the scent of your weeping pussy.
You let him take his time, watching him bask in the feeling and you realize that you have never seen him look so pleased before. It doesn’t take long before his tail begins swinging left and right behind him, earning a soft chuckle from you.
“Laugh all you want, but have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this.”
“How long?”
“Since I’ve first seen you in that slutty skirt of yours.”
His hand slaps your ass, catching you by surprise. He smiles against you, placing a soft bite against your thigh before yanking your underwear down. He helps you step out of them before pushing your thighs apart for him to see.
“Fuck, yes.”
He takes in the view for a minute before flattening his tongue against your slit and swiping across it. He laps at it a few times before latching onto your clit earning a moan from you. Placing your thigh on his shoulder, he moves in even closer towards you, his mouth sucking and flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer against you; his eyes glued on your face.
“Tastes so good, best fucking pussy ever.”
His thumb pulls back the hood of your clit as he starts flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud causing your thighs to shake in pleasure. His free hand runs up your side before fumbling with his sweat pants pulling out his leaking thick cock. You sneak a glance at the sight, the dark line of his happy trail moving all the way down to his cock, the sound of hissing causing you to snap your eyes back to his face as his hand wraps around the tip, before moving down to the base and distributing the shiny precum along the length.
He picks up the speed against your cunt, as well as the speed of his fist pumping up and down his length. It gets increasingly harder to keep your voice down with the sight in front of you single handedly making your mouth water.
Leon senses you orgasm coming closer, his mouth immediately moving away from you. You whine in protest, earning a low chuckle out of him. He pets across your clit a few times, watching as your hips instinctively buck towards the sensation.
“So needy.”
“Leon, please.”
Getting up, he steps out from his sweatpants and underwear pooling at his ankles. His lips press against yours again, you hand reaching over and stroking his cock gently. He grunts against your lips, his hands cupping your face.
“Turn around.”
He whispers, his hands now guiding you away from him. A mixture of anxiousness and excitement rushes through your veins. You bend over against the cold marble counter, and it doesn’t take long before you feel his leaking tip tease your entrance. His large hand grabs the fat on your ass, groping it before giving it a smack.
Spitting on his hand, he rubs the saliva across your cunt before penetrating two of his fingers inside of you. He pumps his digits in you a few times before he pulling them away and grabbing the base of his cock, the tip notching at your entrance before slowly bottoming out inside you.
You struggle to accommodate the size so suddenly, your fingers digging into the rigid counter next to you. Leon’s bulky frame encloses around you, his chest flush against your back. He places a few tender kisses on your neck as his hips begin to move. Taking notice of your scrunched up face, his fingers sneak between your thighs to rub circles on your slippery clit.
The stinging pain eventually subsides and is replaced with pleasure. His pace picks up and your mixed fluids begin to drip down the side of your thighs.
“Fuck, that’s it. Take it.”
He mutters between heavy breaths. You look behind your shoulder at him, his eyes locking with yours. He pauses momentarily before grabbing both of your wrists and pinning them behind your back.
A snap from his hips causes you to squeal, then again and again. The blend of pain and pleasure causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.
“Look at you, taking my cock like you’re made for it. Like a fucking slut.”
Another smack gets placed on your ass; your brain turns to mush as he whispers pure filth into your ear. You feel your orgasm bubbling inside you, your walls squeezing him tighter and tighter.
“Gonna cum.” Your slur.
“I know, be a good girl and cream my cock.”
It doesn’t take long before you feel the band of your orgasm snap, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. Leon moans at the sensation, his hand snaking around your neck and pulling you flush against him. His hand squeezes around your air pipe enough to make you light headed, his mouth latching onto your shoulder and biting the soft skin as he slams into you relentlessly chasing his own high.
“Feel so fucking good”
“Yeah, cream my cock.”
“Been dying to fuck you.”
His hand lets go of your bound wrists as he reaches his high. You feel the hot liquid shoot inside of you, his cock throbbing with want. He wraps his arms around you possessively, as he pumps his load into you a few more times coating your walls evenly before his hips come to a halt. The two of you remain still for a moment, and your brain tries its best to function normally.
You feel his palms run up and down your sides soothingly, as he reaches down to place a kiss in the middle of your back.
“You okay?”
“Mhm”