4 times Leona calls you mommy, and the time you call him “baby boy” back.
MINORS DNI
TWST EN terms used, reader is not mc
dom top masc amab reader, sub bottom Leona Kingscholar, mommy kink, blowjob, possessiveness, masturbating, Leona has a knot, under negotiated kink
Apologies if the tenses are all over the place, that’s not my strong suit and I hardly ever write in the past tense
It takes you by surprise the first time Leona says it.
You’d found him lazing around in the botanical garden (big surprise), and you decided to join him by cuddling up behind him. Leona had turned his head to face you, and blinked his eyes slowly as he registered who you were. He then fully turned around so he could wrap his arms around you and shove his face into your chest. In the moments when he’s between sleep and consciousness, he can be uncharacteristically sweet. A big cuddly kitten. You ran your fingers through his hair, and tugged gently on one of his braids.
“Mommy,” he had mumbled, oh so softly, and were you not completely focused on him it may have slipped past your ears. But you had been focused on him, and you heard it, loud and clear.
In the moment, you’d blanked. The title made your heart thump in its chest– and your dick stirred in your pants– so much so that you worried Leona would pick up on it (you could always use his appearance as an excuse (that would get you a smug grin, for sure)). But it was an unusual title considering your masculine presentation. Or so you’d thought.
As you processed it, you found that you weren’t all that surprised he'd begun to associate the title with you. Cater has loudly dubbed you as the “mom friend,” and according to Ruggie, you have a habit of babying Leona.
That day he'd looked so content and sleepy, nuzzling his face into your chest lovingly. Therefore, instead of asking him about it you’d simply made a note of it in the back of your head, and continued to card your fingers through his long hair, scritching behind his ears occasionally, letting him fall peacefully into slumber.
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The second time he calls you by the title, it's clearly a joke.
Even though you’d told him to do it, somehow you had ended up being the one who picked up Leona’s clothes from the ground of his messy room while he played solitary chess.
“Y’know, you should be the one cleaning up after yourself if someone's coming over," you had chided, tossing a dirty t-shirt at him. Leona had pulled the shirt off where it landed on his head, and promptly threw it back at you.
“Tch whatever you say, mommy,” he teased. That day, instead of offering a smart retort like you usually did in response to his teasing, you just folded the shirt he’d thrown and gave him a charged look. Leona’s tail flicked, and he squirmed under your gaze. Eventually he cleared his throat, breaking the pregnant silence by resuming his game and changing the subject to complain about something Vil said earlier.
The moment passed quickly, but you recall it often, wondering how much of a joke it really was.
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The third time he says it, you’re not actually 100% sure he said it.
You had been sucking his dick in his room (he’d actually shown up to class today and you were rewarding him), swallowing down the pre that flowed from his tip. Leona had his hands on your head, being mindful of his claws, but not of his hips which jerked and thrusted into your mouth every so often.
He’d been teetering on the edge for a bit, letting out gruff moans of your name, his cock twitching in your mouth. This time you’re sucking his dick as a reward, so– unlike other times when you sucked his dick for hours to edge him– you actually put effort into getting him off. To send him over you had let your hands wander to play with his balls.
“Mah-ahhh,” he cried, and came without warning down your throat. You had choked a bit, caught off guard, but then enthusiastically you swallowed his cum down. Your hand that was playing with his balls moved to squeeze his quickly inflating knot, causing more cum to shoot down your throat. “Muh-ahhh,” he moaned again, then decided to cover his mouth.
In the moment you had vaguely wondered if you were trying to find something that wasn’t there. That because you wanted him to call you mommy, your brain was supplying evidence that he had. And- wait since when did you want him calling you mommy?!
Instead of opening that can of worms, you had pulled off his dick as he softened, nipping his foreskin.
“Brat,” you grumbled hoarsely, referring to how he had cum without warning.
You noticed how Leona’s dick twitched, simply at you calling him a brat.
Again instead of addressing it, you just squeezed his knot until it deflated, then pulled him into your lap. He’d then slowly jerked you off, making out with you as he did. Once you had cum Leona made a big show of lapping it up from where it landed on your stomach, and you hauled him back up to kiss you until he got too sleepy to keep up with you.
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It doesn’t take you long to come to terms with the fact that, yes you do want Leona to call you mommy. And once you do, your brain is off and running.
You are utterly consumed by newfound fantasies. You can’t stop imagining Leona whimpering “mommy please,” as you slide your fingers in and out of him, or him growling the title when you deny him an orgasm, or him wailing “thank you mommy,” when you’re particularly generous and fuck him instead of going to class.
The thoughts are so frequent, they get you so worked up, that sometimes Leona can’t be there to help you with your sexual tension.
Like a few days ago, when he was busy at a housewarden meeting, and you were holed up in your room with a hand down your pants, jerking off to the thought of him riding you. You had imagined him looking down at you with that shit eating smirk as he rolled his hips slowly. You imagined spanking him to make him speed up as you stroked your dick faster.
“Good boy, get mommy off,” your voice was a strained whisper in the quiet room. You imagined Leona clenching around you at your words (and you had squeezed yourself accordingly).
The Leona that you had conjured in your head, was sweating, so worked up from the way your cock stretched him out and fuck him so deeply, it made him want to work harder. His dick would hang heavy and hot– maybe even dripping pre already– between his legs, bobbing from the way he quickly fucks himself atop of you.
You felt yourself getting close, so the fantasy Leona growled and tightened around you, begging mommy for release, begging that you would mark his insides with your cum.
With a muffled yelp, you had finished inside your closed fist, wishing it was inside Leona instead.
As you cleaned your cum off your hand with a tissue you wondered how much longer you could take before you inevitably broke.
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Luckily, an opportunity presents itself today when you have him in doggy style, teasing him by fucking him deep and slow. Leona says it a fourth time.
His tail wraps around your waist, keeping you close, his arms clinging onto a pillow as you dick him down.
"Mommy," it's quiet, slipping from his lips between moans.
“What was that kitty?” you huff, leaning over him more, caging him in with your body. You briefly wonder if your fantasies have finally gotten out of control, but nevertheless your heart rate accelerates with adrenaline at the prospect of him calling you mommy.
“Nothin’” he protests, letting out a moan of your name, likely to distract you.
“What did you call me,” you demand, rather than ask. You stop fucking him to wrap your arms around his chest, and hoist him up. You resume fucking him, now vertically. The new position gets you deeper, has him clawing at your arms, his head flung back against your shoulder, clenching like a vice around you.
“Mama,” he chokes out, “oh, mommy.” With his confession you reward him by rubbing at his swollen nipples. Hearing him finally say it makes you feel like your body is on fire.
“Good boy,” the way he shudders at your words does not go unnoticed by you. “That’s what you- ah, wanna be for me, huh Leona?” you snap your hips upward, rubbing against his prostate with each thrust.
You nuzzle your face between where his neck and shoulder meet, licking him gently. Leona groans, knows what's coming, and moves his head over so you have more room. You sink your teeth into his skin, and sure yours are much more dull compared to his, but you make a fresh indent in his skin all the same. In response a deep growl comes from the Savanaclaw housewarden at the mix of pain and pleasure. You kiss the spot before pulling away to admire your work.
Leona’s drooling now, clinging desperately onto you as you fuck him roughly.
“Yeah- ah fuck, thank you, mommy,” his voice is deep and thick with lust. He loves being marked up by you, and you love seeing all the evidence of what you’ve done to him.
You kiss him as best as you can in this position, being so careful not to let him nick you with his fangs. When you pull back he looks positively fucked dumb.
“You’re such a good boy, you’re- hah- my good boy,” Leona groans, arching his back into you, “my sweet kitten,” you can feel him clench tighter around you, “my baby boy,” and with that Leona cums with a yelp, his hole spasming around you, his whole body shivering and shuddering as his eyes roll back into his head.
Leona jerks his hips back against yours as he rides out his orgasm, selfishly chasing his own pleasure. You can’t find it in you to be displeased with him, not when he’s just given you the best orgasm you’ve ever witnessed him have (so far).
As soon as he’s done he becomes like jello in your arms, so you slow down, easing him back onto him onto his stomach. He doesn't make any complaints or requests for you to stop, but you take it nice and easy for him anyways- despite wanting so badly to fuck him so hard he forgets his own name.
"Fuck baby boy, I had no idea you'd like that so much," you groan, squeezing his ass with one hand, and holding his hip possessively with the other. Leona clenches weakly around you,
"Mommy, cum n'me, please," he mumbles. A hand of his goes under to soothe his throbbing, inflated knot.
"Oh? Does mommy’s baby boy want to- ah, be filled?” Leona purrs under you.
"Yes, please, fuckin’ need it," he sounds so pitifully desperate that you can’t help but coo and kiss his back lovingly.
You take his pleas as an invitation to pick up the pace of your thrusts. Now you fuck into him with only the intent of chasing your orgasm. Leona growls at the overstimulation, and the sound only adds to your arousal.
“You take my cock so well baby,” you muse between heavy breaths as you pound him into the mattress. “Such a good kitten- fuck, made for taking me,” you feel your balls tighten,
“Yours, yours,” Leona insists weakly, clawing at the bed with his free hand.
“Mine,” you groan, finally cumming deep inside him. Leona lets out a noise that’s somewhere between a groan and a growl, his tail flicking excitedly as you fill him up.
“Oh yes,” he purrs, clenching around you. You fuck him through your orgasm, then stay inside until you grow soft. Before pulling out you give a few lazy thrusts, just to hear the lewd squelching that comes from you doing so.
By the time you pull out, Leona’s knot has definitely deflated.
“Hey,” you whisper only to find that he’s peacefully snoozing away (which doesn’t shock you in the slightest). With a quiet sigh, you carefully adjust him so he doesn’t wake with a crick in his neck. You then go about cleaning yourself and him up before snuggling up behind him. The position nearly gives you Deja Vu.
“Good night, baby boy,” you hum affectionately, kissing the top of his head.
Just before drifting off, you think you hear Leona mumble “mommy,” again. Though maybe that’s just wishful thinking.