Could you write Y/N and Leona trapped in a bathroom stall? Trust me thereβd be sexual tension π€£π€£βοΈβοΈ please speed i need this.
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I really enjoyed making this request giggles, Leona is such a fun character to write! I took some liberty in making MC a panther beastman, but I hope you enjoy it all the same β‘ . Just BARELY suggestive content if you squint really, really hard. Also experimenting w/ my layouts!! Proofread like once.
-ΛΛ IN WHICH: Ruggie decides to trap you and Leona in a bathroom to get you two together.Β
α° MC is a Panther Beastwoman, Friends to Lovers, MC is Leona's age, Ruggie is a little shit, MC is done w/ Leona's shit. SHE/HER pronouns used.
Blue-gray eyes watched from the sidelines as you and Leona talked, the lion-esque man's tail swaying from side to side as he (begrudgingly) paid attention toβwhatever it was you were saying.
βWhy are you justβ¦ watching them?β Jack asked, ears flat against his head as he looked between Ruggie, you, and Leona.
Blinking owlishly, Ruggie grinned back at the wolf beastman, proudly showing off his sharp canines, and snickering lightlyβas he always did when about to do (or in this case, say) something that Jack surely wouldnβt approve of. βWant to help your dear older classman with something?β he asked, teetering on the back of his heels, hands clasped behind his back.
A pit formed in Jackβs stomach at the hyena's words. The last time Ruggie was involved in a βplanβ, Leona overblotted, he got severely injured (the scars on his arms were a grim reminder), and a whole lot of bullshit happened.
Jack didnβt want to go through anything like that again.
But Ruggie was persuasive (or maybe Jack was just a pushover?).
So against his better judgment, the boy sighed. βSure. What do you have planned?β
Ruggie only answered back in his usual, playful grin.
When Ruggie came running to you, ears pulled against his head and a frown on his face, proclaiming that Leona was sick, you knew something was off.
When was Leona ever sick?
But against your better judgment (and maybe you cared just a bit too much about the housewarden in question), you believed him and followed the beastman to Leonaβs own private bathroom, where he was apparently vomiting his guts out.
You expected to walk in and be bombarded by the stench of old food, a lazy lion leaning against the toilet, all whilst he whined and said he didnβt need you to help him.Β
Except Leona wasnβt sick, and now you both were trapped in his bathroom, courtesy of Ruggie (and Jack), who stood outside the locked door.
Irritation clawed at your body as Leona loomed above you, brows pulled together tightly. His fist pounded against the wooden door, tail whippingβhitting you in the process. βRuggie. Frosh. When I get out of here, youβre gonna be eatinβ dirt for dinner!β he growled, the threat briefly reminding you of the first time you met him.
You know, when he threatened to take Grimβs teeth out, and all.
βWould you stop?β you hissed, ears lying flat as your tail whipped his arm, forcing him to leave the poor door alone. βThreatening them isnβt gonna do anything, youβre just gonna make us stay in here longer.βΒ
With a huff (though it sounded more like a growl), Leona ran a hand through his hair, barely brushing out the abundance of knots it garnered from a day's hard work of sleep. βTheyβre actinβ like cubs. Who do they think they are?β he grumbled, continuing to glare at the door.
Honestly, his gaze would someday pierce the poor wood.
βWhy is your hair so messy? I told you to start taking care of it.β You groaned, moving away from the man. His eyes trailed your form, watching as you grabbed a brush from his bathroom counter. βHonestly, itβs like you donβt know how to take care of yourself. Maybe thatβs my fault, though. I coddle youβand Ruggie does, too.β You sighed, brush going limp in your hand as you stared Leona down.
He scoffed, βThereβs no reason to. Iβm only at school.β He protested, frowning as you pushed him away from the door.Β
βExactly. Youβre at school, no reason to look like you just woke upβeven though thatβs probably the usual case.β Mumbling under your breath, you avoided the look of annoyance he sent your way.Β
Lips pressed together, you stared thoughtfully at Leona. While you were tall (perks of being a panther beastwoman, thank you very much), this was Leona. He was a towering mass of a man, just second to Malleus himself. So the question begged: how were you going to get his hair done?
As if reading your mind, Leonaβs hands found your hips, and before you could protest (honestly though, you werenβt complaining), he had lifted you onto the counter with practised ease. Heat slid down the back of your neck, the coldness of the counter top against your thighs doing very little to relieve you of just how flushed you were.
Leona wordlessly turned around, tail moving to tickle your nose in a teasing mannerβyou knew you saw the smirk adorning his lips before he turned around!Β
Gently, you unwrapped the braid that hung limp in his hair before moving on to the second one. Your fingers teased his scalp as you separated his hair into different sections, mentally planning out how you wanted to braid his hair.
His eyes were closed, pushing his head into your hands as you worked your delicate magic. His body pressed against your own, and his form was stuck between the middle of your thighs while you sat on the counter.
Musk, clove, and amber all but suffocated you, his smell practically infiltrating your sensesβand god, was it powerful. Your tail teased his leg, sliding up and down the fabric of his pants, lion ears flickering in response.
βI wonder why they locked us in here in the first place.β You mumbled, fingers weaving, nails scraping his scalp just right.
A small, gutteral purr escaped his body as he adjusted his stance to lean even lazier on you (and the counter). βProbably holding us for ransom, or somethinβ.β His response made your brows quirk in confusion, hands gently tugging on a large section of hair.
βRansom? You donβt think itβs a prank, or something? Maybe you did something to make Ruggie madβ¦β your voice trailed off softly. That was a pretty hard feat, though. Especially considering what happened during the spell-drive tournament between the two. If Ruggie forgave Leona after that (and he did), you doubt that was the case here.
He scoffed, βNo way. Ruggie doesnβt do pranks, and Jackβs too much of a rule-follower to agree, unless thereβs somethinβ he gets out of it.β he grumbled, leaning further into your touch.Β
βI supposeβ¦β trailing off in thought, you finished the last of Leonaβs braid. You reached around his neck, placing it atop his shoulder with a satisfied grin. He looked much more like a prince, now, with his hair not just brushed out with his fingers.
With a familiar laze, Leona left your hold and grumbled, peering at himself in the bathroom mirror. Honestly, he looked like what a prince should be. For just a moment, he looked like his brother, and it felt like he had a future ahead of himself.
For just a moment, anyway.
And then his eyes met yours through the mirrorβthe way you stared at him with such adoration and understanding. You pushed him to be a better version of himself, but never discarded what he could never change.
You never compared him to his brother, either.
Huffing, Leona ran a hand through the top of his braid, just barely ruining the work you had so intricately done with care. He ignored your protests, arms looping around your waist as he brought you closer, stuffing his face into the top of your head. Your ears tickled his cheeks as he wrapped his tail around your own.
With wide eyes, your hands were pressed flush against his chest. βWhatβs with the sudden hug?β you asked breathlessly, voice coming out muffled. With cheeks flushed and as rosy as an apple, your heart felt like it was going a thousand miles an hour.
Through his nose, Leona huffed, parting from you with a smug, annoying smirkβthe one he wore when you chastised him, and he enjoyed it. He turned his attention to the door and pounded on it once more.
This time, his actions lacked the anger he had before.
A few minutes passed by before the lock turned, and the door swung open. Standing in the middle of the doorway was Ruggie, with Jack not far behind. The hyena beastman had a cheeky grin as his eyes flit between the two of you.
βEnjoy your vacation?β he asked, moving out of the way before Leona could shove him, as the two of you exited.
βIβm not sure you could call being locked in the bathroom a vacation, Ruggie.β Exasperation crawled into your tone as Ruggie shrugged carelessly.
Jack frowned, tail swinging low as he glanced between you and Leona nervously. βI tried telling him it was a bad ideaββ the freshman was cut off by Leona sticking a hand out, stopping the poor boy from saying anything else.
βDonβt do it again.β He huffed, staring at the twoβakin to that of a predator leering at preyβbefore walking away.
Silence enveloped the room before Ruggie hummed, crossing his arms over his chest and lolling his head to the side. βHuh. I really thought heβd be angrier than that.βΒ
All you could do was throw him a look of exhaustion before walking away to catch up to Leona, tail swaying lazily behind you.
The condensation of the grape dripped down your fingers as it left your grasp, and into Leonaβs mouth it went. Completely unbothered by the way his legs curled around your body, you popped a grape into your mouth, ears twitching as Leona swiped another grape out of your bowl.
βAre you going to stop eating my food and go back to your own, or am I gonna have to take out a loan to keep feeding you?β you snapped, glaring at the lion.
With a smug grin, the lion took another grape, just barely evading the hand that swatted at his face. βYou and I both know I pay for this.β He grumbled, shoving your face away to have another go at your food.
From a distance, Jack and Ruggie watched with a sort of awe.
βSee. I told you.β The hyena stated smugly, a grin overtaking his features as he crossed his arms, jutting his chin out to gesture to you and Leona.
Blinking owlishly, Jack nodded slowly in disbelief. βHuh. I guess you were right.β He admitted softly, admiring the scene.
The two of you worked well togetherβa match made in mishap, one might say.
And now that he had you to occupy Leona, maybe Ruggie could catch a well-deserved break.Β
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