#leon dompteur fanfic
Fandom: Ikemen Prince
Pairing: Leon Dompteur x Belle (MC)(F)
Prompts: “Again with my clothes?” “They smell like you.”
Warnings: NSFW, cockwarming, orgasm denial, overstimulation, creampie
This is another contribution for @chaosangel767′s & @xxsycamore’sBe My Valentine Content Creation Challenge!
Day 1|Day 2
The cackling of the crimson flames blared throughout the serene setting of Leon’s study, seemingly competing with the violent pounding of the thunder in the stormy sky. Droplets of rain struck upon the stained glass window, aiding in covering up the sounds of Belle’s moans as she sat fixed on the prince’s cock while he finished reviewing some vital documents that required his immediate governing.
“Leon,” Belle purred, flashing her eyelashes to plead him to do something. Every time the minute hand on the clock struck, she was reminded of his tantalizing arousal still burrowed deeply inside of her. Anything at this point to release her from the torment of her agonizing pleasure.
“Patience, my dear sweet, Belle,” Leon crooned, leaning in to steal a swift kiss. He chuckled in a fit of amusement when the only woman to ever truly understand him pouted at this retraction. Her reactions weren’t simply too precious for him not to jest with her every once in a while.
Embodied by the firm muscles of his arm around her waist, MC hitched a sharp breath when the abrupt acceleration of Leon’s hips snapping forward granted him a deeper penetration in the core of her heat. Recompensed by the harmony of the sensuous moans dripping from the open pout of her lips, a devious smirk glimmered as his arm still firmly encircled around the soft contour of her midsection began to further descend the trace of her silhouette. Her body was as bare as the day she was born, save for his shirt which was hanging from Belle like a loose-fitting, flowy dress.
“Again with my clothes?”
“What can I say? They smell like you,” Belle giggled, her fingers caressing the side of his face before pressing her lips against his. “Being immersed in your scent makes me feel so safe and sound.”
“Do you not even have the slightest understanding of how infatuated I am with you?” the prince murmured, rewarding his woman with the sensation of the warmth of his breath tickling the nape of Belle’s neckline. Her confession warmed his heart, serving to remind him of how fortunate he was that the fate of destiny orchestrated for their paths to intertwine with one another’s.
“Please, my prince,” she whimpered, the fervor laced in her tone heightened to great urgency. “I can’t wait a moment longer.”
A mad grin broke onto his face at the realization of how the very sight of his woman before him, hair disheveled and the cloth of his shirt clinging to the dampness of her skin. With her chest moving in tune with each passing breath, Belle’s tongue traced over the swell of her lips as she awaited the reception to be spoiled in more of Leon’s kisses.
“As you wish. Who am I to deny the request of such a fine young lady?”
Leon suppressed his animalistic urge to slam his hips upwards further into Belle, and opted to rock gently. Solaced by the flood of bliss that was finally fiercely burning within her. A breathless moan escaped from her lips as she lifted her hips, bouncing in tandem with each fluid motion of her prince’s thrusts. Each stroke delivered Belle closer to the brim of losing herself. Having been perched still with Leon buried deep inside of her for quite some time now, she was already on the verge of experiencing that familiar rapture that only Leon was capable of instilling upon her. With her walls stretched and stimulated from the thickness of the erection that had been nestled within, Belle was restlessly aware of every time Leon shifted to adjust his angle. Damn, was she close!
Aware of how the features on Belle’s face transformed when she was near the peak of reaching orgasm, Leon slipped his hand under his shirt to fondle the flesh of her breast. Pleased with himself at the sound of the sensual yelps being uttered in response, his fingers squeezed her nipple. Simple flicks and strokes at the sensitive bud, left Belle squirming under the gratifying duress of his touch.
“Ah, Ah, AH!!!!!!!!”
Leon drank in the resonating sounds of Belle’s moans as she eventually spilled the nectar of her release onto him. The palm of his hand skimmed along her spine to ensure that his lover was alright in the midst of her labored pants. Despite breathing heavily, Belle glanced up and locked her gaze with the lion’s of her heart. Her intent was clear when she tugged his head closer and enthusiastically brushed her lips against his. Belle longed for more.
Remaining enjoined together, Leon rose from his chair and swatted all the documents from his desk onto the floor. He settled Belle onto his desk before tearing at his shirt she was still wearing and tossed it behind him. Leon spared not a moment in pushing Belle flat on her back on top of the desk’s surface.
Leon’s shirt that was known for comforting Belle, laid motionless on the prince’s chair. Though the shirt was currently the farthest object from Belle’s mind as she succumbed to the merciless yet blissful pounding from her partner, she took solace in the realization that it would be there for her later.
His scent, his shirt, and Leon himself, would always remain sources she could eternally indulge herself in.
