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You were a rather touchy-feely person. Growing up, you were raised in a household that taught you how to express your feelings to people you were fond of through touch, so hugging, smooching cheeks, holding hands, or even brushing your shoulders against others came as silent displays of your appreciation.
Nevertheless, you were also taught about boundaries. If you ever noticed someone shying away from you, or they simply didn’t appear to be too keen on touch, you didn’t push it.
That was the case with Leonardo, one of your best friends.
You kissed Mikey’s cheek to greet him, cuddled up with Donnie on movie-nights and hugged Raph when you both came across one of the many creepy crawlies that lurked the sewers with no issues whatsoever, but something told you Leo wasn’t too interested in you being so physical with him, so you simply did not push the boundaries you believed he had.
It didn’t make you feel any less welcome in their lair and truthfully and it helped you two build a stronger bond even, since you had to find other ways to show him how much you cared.
The most effective way proved to be to sneak in the dojo when he was meditating after a harsh argument with Raph, carrying tea. You’d once asked Splinter to teach you how to properly prepare it so that you’d be able to make it the way he liked. In exchange, he allowed you to join him, even just for the sake of company.
Those instances soon turned into seemingly endless hours you two spent just chatting and getting to know eachother in the confinements of the sacred room.
Their home was a rather loud place safe for that one location and being perfectly honest, it was great for both studying and naps.
That’s how most of your time with the blue clad terrapin was spent, you’d either chat, nap next to him, or you’d silently review your class notes. Leo had often offered to lend you a hand with the latter, but you’d always refuse, insisting that you didn’t mean to bother him.
After almost a year of friendship with the mutant family, you noticed how their leader began to open up more to your touches.
It all started with your clumsy ass tripping on your own two feet and nearly falling into the canal that crossed the lair. Thankfully, Leo was close to grab hold of you, pulling you to him with ample ease.
“Oop! Gotcha, are you okay?”
His hands held your upper arms, making sure you steadied yourself.
You beamed up at him, thanking him for the swift rescue, which earned you that lazy smirk he tended to give you along with a soft squish on your arms before he let go of you and moving on to whatever he’d meant to do before the mishap.
For the following days, you couldn’t help but think back on his firm but gentle hold.
That secret infatuation you’d worked hard on concealing from everyone, especially Leo himself, was nudging back at you.
Not even a week later, just as movie-night came to an end, he’d offered to escort you back home. Meaning to get up from your comfortable place in the couch, he walked up to you and offered you his hand nonchalantly. Looking back and forth between his palm and his neutral face, it took you an awkward second to take his hand for him to bring you to your feet.
On that same night, because your goodbyes were starting to stall, Leo placed his hand on your lower back and pushed lightly in order to urge you into moving along, despite Mikey’s protests and wishes to prolong his dramatic farewell.
As stated in the beginning, you grew up in a very touchy-feely household, so all of those touches should have felt normal, yet ironically and due to your crush, you swore he must’ve felt the way your heart hammered aggressively against your chest at his unsuspecting proximity.
Leo on the other hand, had been trying to get closer to you.
He’d known that there was something off or different about how you acted around him when compared to his brothers, and it took him too long to realize that the main difference, as far as he was finally able to tell, had to do with the way you sought hugs from his brothers.
Sure, he may have not always been one for such displays.
In fact, whenever he initiated any sort of contact, it usually had something to do with his role in the family. A pat on the shell for a job well done, placing his arm around his brothers’ shoulders as a means to further accentuate his leading position, poking Raph’s chest when trying to give him an accusing lecture…
And you had definitely witnessed all of those. Leo was pretty damn sure that the most loving gesture he’d performed in front of you had to do with Splinter, and even those were heavily charged with his duties as his son.
He felt his stomach twist slightly.
Had he seemed unapproachable?
I mean-
Yes.
Furthermore, you hadn’t questioned any of it.
Before the whole almost-fell-to-the-canal incident, he’d been silently observing you, trying to figure out a way to show you that he too was interested in upping your friendship. He’d take mental notes of under what circumstances you sought which kinds of contact.
Before long, he realized how complex it all really was. A hug could signify you wanted to support someone, but it could also mean that you were the one needing the help.
Sometimes, you and Mikey would sway comically when hugging eachother. That you didn’t do with Raph. Donnie would sometimes lift you off the ground even.
The cheek smooches you gave were also interesting. You either gave continuous quick pecks that reminded him of a hen, pecking on food, or you gave one loud and prolonged kiss, almost as if you tried to suck in people’s faces.
Still, he felt at a loss for how to even approach you about the whole thing.
He’d figured walking up to you and blurting something along the lines of “I want you to touch me too” would most likely be inappropriate.
To say he’d felt extremely lucky the time he saved you from falling into sewer water would be an understatement.
You’d felt so small between his hands, it was almost as if he hadn’t noticed before. And the way you smiled up at him so earnestly, Leo could feel his heart skip a beat.
For the next couple of months, he would try and find good enough excuses to do exactly that, make contact with you under the pretense of him wishing to be helpful and of service to you.
Slowly, you both became used to getting more physical with eachother, keeping completely platonic. His hands would often land on yours, or your shoulders, arms and back. You, on the other hand, reciprocated his advances by squeezing his own hands, if possible.
You refused to place your lips on his cheek, however.
Not only had your crush remained, it had developed into a much deeper yearning than what you ever suspected it could. There was no fucking way in hell you would be able to hide your ache for him if you ever pressed your pout on him.
None at all.
One evening in which you’d simply had a bad day, you did as usual.
You went down to the lair.
You located Leo in the dojo.
You let yourself plop down into a mat, face down.
“I hate everything,” you mumbled.
The terrapin chuckled, he knew you were upset but you always made a show of it in order to take the edge off.
“Here,” he’d suddenly said.
Before you could register what was going on, you had been grabbed, lifted and sat down in between his crossed legs, back to his plastron as he went back into his meditative stance, almost circling your body with his.
You were visibly confused, as well as enthralled.
It. Felt. Great.
Sitting with Leo?
Like that?
Hell yes.
You forgot what had spurred your annoyance on, choosing to focus on him. Albeit a little apprehensively, you cuddled up further against him, weary of any signs that might suggest he felt uncomfortable, but there were none.
That became your default cuddle position with him, although you had both silently agreed on saving it for the dojo.
You took naps on him.
You chatted, read and scrolled through social media.
And you also studied on him.
He’d offered you a little support, you made it a thing.
It’s our thing, you both thought.
Leo loved it, he’d felt like he had come a really long way with you. The fact that you two would sit so close together like that in private also made it seem like something more. He wasn’t sure what that had meant exactly, but he was thrilled.
Then, spring arrived, but nobody warned you about what happened during this time, apparently.
After your classes, you headed to the campus library to borrow a couple books you’d need for an assignment, then went to the lair.
It was relatively early as well as quiet, so you suspected that the guys were either sleeping or in the hashi.
To your surprise, Leo was in the dojo.
And by the look he gave you, so was he to see you.
No, scratch that, he didn’t seem to be surprised, he seemed to be terrified.
However, as your perfume entered the dojo and snuck into his nostrils, as he saw your legs, your lips, your hair. As he took in your very existence, any and all warnings he knew he should’ve given you skipped past his mind and off into oblivion.
His expression went back to normal.
“I’m sorry, are you busy?”
“No, that’s okay, come on in,” he sounded like himself.
Closing the door behind you after you entered, you placed your shoes in a corner and stepped closer to him.
“Do you mind if I sit with you?”
Don’t.
“Sure, go ahead,” he smiled at you.
As you settled between his crossed legs with your notepad, you felt his body tense just slightly, but ignored it, believing it meant nothing.
You both sat there in silence.
Every now and again, his breathing would become ragged for a couple beats, but would eventually calm back down.
As you leaned further from him and back into your nook between his legs in order to go through your books and notes, there were a few moments in which you swore you’d heard a rumble that reached your very core, but whenever you turned to look at Leo, he seemed to be at peace.
A short while later, you started to toy with your hair while you reviewed the contents, absentmindedly revealing the back of your neck to him.
Churrr.
You’d definitely heard it that time.
Before you could even turn again, his hands came to your waist, keeping you in place.
“Stay still,” he commanded, his voice barely a whisper, “it’ll be bad if you move right now.”
“Leo? What’s wr-”
He pressed his forehead on the back of your head, his warm lips breathing to the nape of your neck, taking in your scent while his grip on you tightened.
“Fuck… You smell so good.”
Confused as you were, your body reveled under his grasp.
“Tell me to stop, (Y/n),” he groaned, “tell me to stop and I’ll let go,” he nuzzled his beak to the shell of your ear, “I don’t want to scare you further.”
“I’m not scared of you Leo,” you managed to whimper, placing your hands on his thighs behind you, squeezing gently as you tilted your head to offer more of your skin to him.
Sucking in a breath, he let another rumble echo in his chest.
“I trust you.”
Immediately after you whispered those three words, your neck was kissed and nipped repeatedly, the feeling of his teeth and tongue on your skin setting your body quickly ablaze, shivering and weak to his touch.
Both of his forefingers snuck under the rim of your shirt, ghosting his digits against the skin on your belly, lifting the fabric just enough.
“Is this truly okay?”
Fearless felt uncharacteristically insecure despite the fact that you had literally just trusted yourself to him. That would not do.
“Here,” you husked, placing your smaller palms over his hands, “touch me,” then led him up towards your bra-clad breasts, lifting your shirt further with the movement.
His breath hitched one more time as he felt the roundness of your bust. Wanting to prove your point further, you raised your chest to push against his hands, so that he could feel the supple flesh.
Daring to give you a tentative squeeze, he also placed open mouthed kisses all over the back of your neck and shoulders.
Feeling the need for some sort of friction yourself, you pressed your thighs together, sighing in sheepish delight under him.
Leo did notice however, and so decided to feather his fingers down, tracing your pants’ waistband. Before he had a chance to even ask you if he could do anything else for you, you bit your lower lip and started to grind your ass back against him, supporting part of your weight on his flexed thighs.
“Oh my fucking god, Leo…” you’d long since figured he must’ve been big , but your imagination didn’t do any justice for the firm and bulging outline you felt against your cheeks.
Nearly whimpering next to your ear, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily as you worked your hips to sway against his arousal.
“If you do that-”
He’d tried holding on to your waist, meaning to slow your movements to a halt, afraid he’d lose himself in a way you could not handle, but you were determined to see whatever you both had started through.
“Whatever it is that’ll happen Leo,” you pressed yourself back harder against him, “I want all of it,” then accentuated your last statement by dragging your movements more languidly over the tent you so wished you could see.
Leo’s mind was a blurry mess.
The moment he’d watched you enter the dojo, he felt himself become extremely conscious of your presence. Spring had such an effect on him.
He could hardly believe you’d ever allow him to touch you, to feel you like he was doing. Hell, he’d been terrified of scaring you away, but instead, his hands were guiding your ass to brush sinfully against the strain inside his pants.
As he groaned your name, it felt like you both knew exactly what to do.
You turned your head slightly sideways to meet him in a clumsy, sloppy, but loving kiss amidst your grinding. Between your needy moans and his crumbling self-control, neither of you cared about the awkward angle.
Upon parting, he trailed his teeth back down to your shoulder, guiding one of his hands to hold on to your pants, tugging down gently. Stopping your movements, you lifted yourself enough so that he could easily slip the offending garment down your legs, then kicked them away before you felt his digits trace their way back up towards your inner thighs, to which you spread your legs just enough.
While one of his arms embraced your middle, Leo brushed his fingers gently over your covered sex, hissing a curse when he realized just how damp and hot your panties were.
You whimpered and sighed at the feeling, clawing at his thighs in frustration.
He eventually let go of your waist but before you could even react, his hands pulled your legs further apart, urging you to rest your feet on the outsides of his own knees.
That new and overwhelmingly exposed position allowed him to catch the mouthwatering smell of your want.
Licking his lips, Leo took your top and bra off, proceeding to knead one of your breasts with the opposite hand while the other continued his exploration of your outlined heat. In order to support yourself, you pressed both of your fists to the dojo floor, doing your best not to fall apart.
From your point of view, seeing as how his entire forearm blocked your view of his ministrations over your core, your face contorted into a mix of delight and annoyance. Especially because his hulking frame could observe all that he was doing to you with ease and by the churrs and grunts that vibrated against your back, pressed flush against his plastron, you could tell Leo was undoubtedly enjoying the show.
“More.”
And just like that, your panties were discarded, joining the rest of your clothes and leaving you butt naked on the dojo at his mercy.
Could it get any better than this?
When his rough-textured digit pressed directly against your sensitive nub, you figured that indeed it could.
Parting your lips to try and even your breaths, you practically purred at the way Leo all but toyed with your petals. He dragged his fingers over the silky flesh, covered in the distinct glossy fluid.
He was absolutely bewitched.
The wet and lewd noises that came from between your thighs, in addition to your moans, were a cacophony he’d not forget.
Still, you wanted even more.
Starting to grind your hips one more time, you managed to sway in a way that you could both press yourself against his dexterous digits and his dick, which had been leaking due to the lack of attention.
Moving against eachother, his fingertip slipped just a little into you, breaching past the folds enough to stretch you.
“Oh!”
Your surprised but overjoyed moan elicited a fond smirk from him, twisting back into his usual smug smile as he kept pushing inside of you.
“You’re so tight…”
First, he kept thrusting until his first knuckle, twisting his finger upwards so that he would brush dangerously close to your sweet spot.
Then, when he felt you relax around him, your thigh muscles twitching as your hips kept grinding in tandem with him, he reached further, careful not to hurt you, but continuing to drive you insane nonetheless.
Soon, he’d built a rhythm that rendered any and all your toys, along with your own fingers, useless. You wouldn’t be able to satisfy your desire anymore. Neither would any other man.
“Leo,” you sighed, reaching up to cup his jaw with one of your hands, “Leo please .”
“Do you want more?” the confident bastard was taunting you.
Well, two could play the same game.
The moment you pushed away from him, you made haste to urge him out of his own clothes, to which he complied with no issue whatsoever.
Straddling him, your hands cupped his cheeks and aimed directly for his lips. As he kissed you back, you felt him driving his pelvis up to rub his shaft against your folds, sensitive from his previous touches. Moaning at the feeling, his teeth nipped your lower lip, then took his opportunity to push his tongue inside your mouth, churring at your taste.
For a moment, it felt as though you two had completely forgotten what you were about to attempt. Leo’s hold on you was gentle but driven, massaging your curves and kneading at your love handles. Everything had happened very suddenly, perhaps you guys were moving too fast, but screw it.
Kissing you while also worshiping as much of your body as his hands could reach felt right. Like home. To his surprise, the hormonal fog in his mind had cleared a lot after you gave him your consent, his subconscious had wanted to remember as much of you as possible.
Now, as sweet and loving your first proper kiss had felt, when you pressed your core down against him brought you both down whatever cloud you’d been floating on.
“I want it Leo…”
He didn’t trust his ability to speak, at all, so instead he nodded up at you.
Breathing heavily, hands and legs shaking in anticipation, you both settled, angling yourselves as your gaze locked with his.
Finally, you started to slide yourself down on him slowly so that you could allow your walls to get used to the stretch. Your mouth hung open, gasping at the burning sensation that built in your core and spread all over your body. Leo’s was by far the biggest you’d ever had, and the snug fit had him flexing his core muscles in an attempt to avoid blowing right away.
“Fuck…”
He’d been so cocky up to that point.
But nothing could have prepared him to what you felt like wrapped tightly around his throbbing dick.
You ground a few times on him, building a gentle tempo so your hips could learn the right rhythm, but also to find the right angle that would cause him to rub in all of the right places.
The moment you were completely filled to the brim, his head pressed against your expectant cervix and you decided to torture him a little, as payback for the way he tortured you before. Biting your lip as a means to block your foxy smirk, you circled your hips on him, moaning while he observed all of your movements, drunk in you.
You rose up halfway, squeezing on purpose and pulling a deep churr out of him right before he sat up, wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing you flush against him and crossing his legs under you, grinding up to meet your hips.
“Oh god- Leo..!”
He had teased you so thoroughly, that gesture alone made you come undone on him, sobbing his name over and over again as your walls pulsated around his girth, your release and arousal aiding his movement inside of you despite the tightened fit.
Helping you ride your orgasm, Leo kept trying to silence his own breathy moans and grunts by locking his lips over yours in deep and languid kisses.
The both of you kept rutting against one another, his size making you see stars along with the way his lower plastron met your clit with every thrust, his hands hooked tightly on your hips.
“You feel so good (Y/n)... Fuck-”
Wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, you pushed forward despite the growing soreness on your straining muscles, bearable thanks to the pleasure it provided.
The rush of it all, the smell of sweat, your delightful sounds. All of it was too much and so, Leo’s own release followed yours not long after.
Locking your hips in place with his strong grip, he brought you down onto the mat, kneeling as you laid sprawled below him and smashed his hips against yours with an intensity and pace that no human could otherwise achieve, bringing you to your second orgasm of that afternoon.
As Leo became more vocal and his movements faltered, you felt various waves of his warm seed coating your insides with his last thrusts. He did not pull out however. Instead, as his last drive reached your cervix one final time, he pressed hard and stayed locked in place, not wanting any of his release to seep out while some more was released into your welcoming heat.
You shivered as he bent down so that his lips could kiss as much skin as he could reach, churring so loud you swore he had swallowed an actual engine.
Trailing your nails gently on the backs of his shoulders, hooking your legs around his waist, the both of you collected yourselves, swallowing air and allowing your heartbeats to catch up to you.
Once you were able to think straight again, you hushed against his neck, “it may be too late for this, but…”
Leo propped himself up and looked down curiously at you, his thumb brushing a stray bead of sweat that had collected on your temple.
“I love you.”
His eyes widened, a sense of wonder shining visibly through them.
In a blurr, you were cradled up into his arms and brought to his room. Whatever had been pulling at his brain, you were eternally thankful for it.