The quiet sound of Leon’s keys jingling was the only thing he heard when he got home. He frowned slightly. This was very out of character for you who always greeted him at the door as soon as he got home.

Where could you be?

He calls out your name a couple of times, taking slow and quiet steps down the hallway. Did something happen to you? He would never forgive himself if someone broke in and snatched you up.

Those thoughts left his head when he saw you through the crack of his bedroom door. His hybrid panting and whining, face against his pillow now stained with drool. One of his other pillows was beneath you, his gaze focused on how you rut against the soft cushion.

Before he knows it, he steps into the room. He walks forward and puts his hands on your hips from behind. His lips brush your ear as he speaks, a smug smirk on his face.

“Someone couldn’t wait for daddy, could they?”