Turtle's true pairing

Leo: 

I’d like to believe that Leo, in private, genuinely finds the idea of overpowering people intriguing. He’s learned to do better, KNOWS how to do better when it comes to controlling his attitude– but you give him some leniency with it. 

In the scenario where you and he decide to participate in this—"this" meaning being generous about how much of a sassy, authoritative, commanding turtle he's allowed to be—approach with caution. By God, he takes full advantage.

It’s not like the relationship he has with his brothers. Not ridiculously domineering, no. He knows when to act like an actual man.

But he is a tease. 

“What?” He would sneer. Clicking his tongue, tilting his head, pouting at you when you don’t get your way. 

Again. That’s only in private. He treats you like royalty in the presence of literally anyone else.

I have an idea in my head that he’s definitely the type of individual to enjoy reading books.

Classics, of course, but he gets these (cough) frisky ideas from romance books. No doubt.

That’s where Leo would learn how to do all of this romantic kinky shit to you. No social media, as he’s likely absent from it– maybe visits a few “how-to’s”, but other than that, when it comes to his romanticism tactics; it’s all literature-based.

He’s into begging. Matter of fact, I’d say it’s one of the biggest things he’s into– he loves when the words coming out of your mouth are simply words of want. You want him to do this to you? Him, of all people? You gorgeous being, you. It boosts his damn ego, plain and simple. 

Leo got into this by fault of his own. Blue had gotten his hands on a romantic book that consisted of some fairly explicit adult content for the first time; lord knows how he got it. Probably found it in a trash bin on patrol, the cover looked nice. 

Had no idea what the book consisted of. Picked it up. Couldn’t put it back down. Discovered something new about himself that day. 

It was from then on out he started to hide his growing book collection from his family. Maybe he sets the more acceptable ones out on display… sure. 

In PUBLIC, honor boy is a completely different character. 

He’s respectful. 

Holds the door open, buys you food, aids you with care like no other when you’re sick. Something as simple as a slight headache has him dropping everything to come baby you without having to ask. 

That’s all you have to do: ask. That’s it. 

If you ever get back from a date night, feet tired from wearing heels or a painful shoe all night, you best believe that man is swooping you right up and off of your feet with the shoes dangling in the other hand. 

Leo’s a big fan of back-of-hand/knuckle kisses. It’s one of his favorite ways to show his respect to you, even if he acts the opposite when you’re alone ;)

He just likes getting a rise out of you… tease that man, for God’s sakes. You won’t regret it.

This is just an extra… but he absolutely loooooves helping you zip up your dress. Slowly. Surely. Matter of fact, just follow him to the bedroom, it doesn’t need to be zipped up anyways.

Raph: 

We know that Raph hates being excluded from decisions, major or minor. 

That’s why it’s his number one priority to make your voice heard. 

He WILL make sure that you stand out in a group setting. That man is used to being left out of group conversations. If there’s one thing he can do to show his attention, it’s giving you his own undivided attention; even if that means forcing the rest of the group to listen to what you have to say. 

He doesn't care if he has to fight to do it. By all means, speak your truth.

When it comes to people that aren’t his own dearly loved and immediate family, Raph is more of a socially anxious being! Contrary to popular belief, yes. It’s true. He may come off as a hot head… probably because yes. He is. But the dude knits in his free time. He hates people. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again… I’m almost 99% he’d be on the introverted side if he were to be publicly accepted. 

Speaking of knitting! 

Gift giving is his looove language 💕

When winter rolls around, he’s knitting you a blanket and you don’t get a choice but to use it and KEEP it. 

When Spring rolls around, he has you bring that blanket back to the lair so he has some sort of scent remnant of you. 

It’s really no surprise as to why he wants it. 🙃

On a different topic, I’m also a firm believer that he’d be allllllll over kissing the scars on your body. 

So what, you think they’re ugly? He has them too. He thinks they look cool. But oh, they look so much better on you. 

Stretch marks. Scars. Injuries of the like. They show a journey and he is so unbelievably down to prove it to you. 

Speaking of proving things to you…. 

Raph likes loves when you speak out against him. It gives him all the more reason to take your two hands in his giant green one and use that shit against you. 

You wanna talk about how much you hate your body? How much you think people hate you for who you are? How shitty of a s/o you think you are? 

Try saying or proving any of that when one hand is grasping two of yours and the other is over your mouth. 

You’re not able to say anything, regardless. Your mind is too busy on other things ;) 

Like Raph’s voice, for one. He’s vocal! And is WELL aware. 

Spring, he despises; he misses you too much. However, he never allows you over, as he is far too terrified of harming you. 

Because he has no control over his actions for the week (at most), you’ve been tasked with staying home. Spring, in its entirety; SUCKS– but Raph will be a trooper for ya’.

It’s only about a week’s length where spring fever hits him like a train. Yeah. A week’s length is all you have to stay home… without him. 

So. Before that week starts, he gives you the worst hickies known to mankind. 

They’re deep and purple. He only does it so when he sees you again, those feelings come flooding back! It’s like his season, but he’s aware this time. Hell yeah! And he’s got his girl for this round! 

As long as you don’t cover them up, Raph treats you just fine. Unless you request otherwise. He’s down for anything you ask of him… Red is desperate. 

Donnie:

There’s no telling when a spicier mood will hit him.

But there are signs…. and one is a dead giveaway.

It’s around three in the morning, one night. You decided to stay over at the lair with your genius boyfriend and his family; it was getting late, anyways. 

There’s shit scattered all over the lair. As you trudge to grab a snack from the fridge, you manage to step on THREE things: Mikey’s Stuffed Animal, trash that Leo had begged Raph to pick up, and an aluminum wrapper of a strawberry Pop-Tart pastry that Donatello had been particularly fond of. 

Speak of the devil. (He’s such a deep sleeper, how could he have heard you?)

Donnie’s voice, laced heavily with sleep, floats from the doorway. 

The turtle in purple (and probably sweatpants) would mumble a silly question about why you’re up so late. He approaches, warm hand finding your waist as he leans past you to retrieve his prized juice box from the fridge— pausing before he realizes why you were probably in this exact spot, too.

"Would you like ‘n orange or an apple?" He sleepily murmurs against your forehead, pressing a kiss there before pulling back and wrapping his arms around you.

You don't answer, too distracted by how his thumb traces circles just above your hipbone, the scaly finger sending shivers through your sleep shirt.

It’s not with any intention at first. But… it does grow into some.

He likes how warm you feel against him. He likes how he can use you as a headrest. He likes how he can just think about you and nothing else on his mind. None of those stressors from his work are present in his mind just yet, he’s too focused on you.

Donnie, who is most often perceived to be “in-the-mood” after a long day at work, is actually most often “in-that-mood” when he wakes.

He’s been snoozing for a bit and has nothing on his mind. He’s zoned, he’s sleepy, he’s cozy… and you’re warm… come here, will you? 

Donnie's fingers continued along your waist, calloused skin tracing the hem of your sleep shirt. His body remained pressed against yours, weight shifting as he buried his face deeper into your shoulder. You could feel the slow, even rhythm of his breathing against your neck, warm puffs of air raising goosebumps along your arms. 

You felt his lips press against the curve where your shoulder met your neck, lingering there, hot and damp. 

A little noise– soon discernable as a moan– slipped out from your lips. 

You’ve got two seconds to decide whether you want to go back to his room or let him lift you up on the counter before he decides for you. 

(someone remind me to post a mini one-shot for that scenario someday. it’s sitting in my drafts)

When Donnie IS of a more conscious state, there is no scenario that man loves more than having you in his lap when he works. 

Any time you walk by, he’s waving you towards him with a finger. Or a nod of his head. 

You can straddle him, cuddle him, sit in front of him while he works. Donnie doesn’t care. As long as he gets to hold you. 

His hands will drift. Waaaaay further than they should be allowed to with that lab door of his wide open. 

When he’s awake, he’s very into overstimulating the shit out of you. But he’s, and, this is hard to explain or put into words— nice with it? He talks you through it. Makes sure you’re okay even though you’re seeing stars while he whispers to you. Is pecking kisses upon kisses down your body. 

And, of course, helps clean you afterwards. 

When he’s sleepy, like previously mentioned; he likes sitting you on top of his thigh once you get back in the bedroom. He gets to watch you receive pleasure all while being able to control how much you get and when. What’s more to love? 

His sleepy voice, that’s what. It’s raspy and his voice cracks more than it already does on the daily. Hell, it makes you want to be the one helping him out.

He won’t let you. He takes you in his arms and conks back out instead. 💤

Mikey:

Mikey always loved parties. Even better— he loves taking you to aforementioned parties.

Even if it’s not your thing, he sticks with you the entire time. The sweet tangerine turtle will place his hand on your back ever so slightly, wanting nothing more than to ease you mind of this rambunctious place; oh, what’s that? You want to ditch and get some fresh air? 

Say no more. 

He's already found the perfect place, temperature-wise. If you've made a statement about being too warm, great! He's already found a secluded place with just the right amount of breeze to keep you comfortable. Too cold? Mikey's jacket is coming straight off of his waist and straight onto your body.

He has this way of making you feel like you're the only two people there, even in the middle of a thousand-person crowd. 

He'll lean in close, breath warm against your ear as he whispers some ridiculous commentary about the people around you. Mikey is great at distracting you. Making shitty experiences seem bearable for what they really are.

He looooves taking you on solo walks around the venue you're in; he pays EXTRA attention to what makes you light up as you walk past. If there's a specific vendor... for example, a dessert or drink stand if you're at a party, you best believe that man would watch his wallet run dry if it meant seeing you happy. 

He's not the kind to take you out to an ice cream shop and only buy YOU something because YOU were hungry. He'll get something, too! Probably one of those seasonal flavors that sound goofy... cereal milk? That one screams 'Mikey' to me.

As the night becomes too much, and the moon carries on, you two have probably found your way back to the lair. Or, your apartment. Whichever. 

Of course, when it's just you two and Mikey's attention is on you, he goes from crowd-pleaser --> pleasure-giver.

Contrary to popular opinion, he’d take it slow!

Even if he’s been with other people before, if that’s a general headcanon of yours— you’re one he genuinely cares about. Mikey’s been eyeing you for ages. Now, he’s finally got his hands on you. Slow and steady, he’ll take it— unless asked otherwise. He wants to remember this remember you.

Mikey LOVES taking the lead, and generally prefers it, but only if you explicitly offer it. He will never force a thing, but if you give him the reins, you aren’t getting them back unless you ask nicely 😂

This doesn’t take away from the fact that he also loves when YOU take the reins! Please. By all means, tell him what to do. He is not going to complain. You may actually get him to listen for once in his life 🤷‍♀️

Mikey is a huge (!!) fan of praise; if you compliment him or tell him how good he is at being in charge, he'll work even harder to ensure you're taken care of, confirming that he's earned the position you gave him.

 Looking into it, maybe this comes from him being the youngest! He likes being able to take authority, especially when it’s in something he’s good at with someone he loves.

Reciprocal touch and reassurance are absolute musts for him; he needs to feel you reaching back just as much as he’s reaching for you. If you run your hands over his shell or pull him closer, he practically melts. He’ll often ask if he’s doing a good job or if you’re enjoying yourself, not out of insecurity, but because your verbal and physical confirmation acts like straight gasoline for him. It sets him on fire, gets him going, it’s his fuel. Seeing you lose yourself in the moment because of something he’s doing is the ultimate ego boost for him, and he’ll reward your praise with even more focused attention.

The aftercare with Mikey is legendary and arguably his favorite part of the whole experience. 

He’s a total cuddle bug. He will WRAP HIS LIMBS around you like a koala and refuse to let go. 

He’ll bring you water, of course, find your favorite snacks, and maybe even put on a silly cartoon just to keep the atmosphere light and cozy. He’ll then pepper your face with tired, happy kisses and whisper about how much he loves you until you both drift off. :) 

And then he’ll wake you up with his snores. Because I know he does. He absolutely does.

<3

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It was Saturday night and you had no plans, no one to see, nothing to do except laze about in your pyjamas with your favourite takeout. It was the kind of relaxing evening you loved, yet you couldn’t reach the contentment you usually felt. You were lonely, simply put. In the past, Leon had always found some reason to contact you on Saturday nights. He’d once asked for your opinion on which socks to wear on Monday morning, clearly looking for any excuse to talk to you. At the time, you’d felt so irritated. Why couldn’t he leave you alone? Now, however, you’d welcome the distraction if it meant hearing his voice again.

Still caught up in your thoughts, you barely missed the sound of something tapping on your window. Was it a bird? Some wayward woodpecker lost in the city?

No, you were more than a little surprised to see it was…Shelldon?! Donnie’s little turtlebot son of all things. You’d seen the little bot flitting around between the floors, either delivering messages or dropping off packages. He always asked for skritches upon completing a job, and you always obliged.

Now, he was outside your window with a sign in his mouth that said ‘LOOK DOWN’.

Look down? That wasn’t ominous at all, but you nodded to the little bot and went out to your balcony to look down at the street. Shelldon whizzed away happily, his job complete, while your gaze fell on none other than Leon holding…a boombox. He was impeccably dressed in one of his nicer-looking suits, a deep navy blue with a tie in a swirling pattern of ocean colours. Beside him on the ground were two items: a bouquet of flowers and some large, flat panels that you could assume were signs of some sort.

A song came belting out of the boombox, and heat flooded your cheeks.

“What are you doing?!” you questioned as the song began to play.

“What I should’ve done a long time ago!” he called back, smiling like a loon.

I gave up a long time ago

Trying to find love

TV told me it was like the movies

But it never was

And I couldn't beat it or join it

So, I just avoided it

Come what may

Then you came

The lyrics hit more deeply than you expected them to, and the embarrassment of what he was doing seemed to melt away.

And I wanna hold you in my arms

I wanna let you break my heart

I wanna feel the way it feels to make you stay

And I know you'll bring me to my knees

I know you're way out of my league

I know I can't afford the price I'm gonna pay

But I want you anyway

Leon was…doing the stereotypical grand romantic gesture—the kind a male lead would make at the very end of a romance movie to profess his love for the female lead. Because of course he would. Leon never did anything halfway; it was go big or go home, as far as he was concerned.

As the music crescendoed, he placed the boombox down in front of himself and went to grab the signs. As though he came straight out of Love Actually, he held up the first one.

I’M SORRY

The second sign read:

I WAS AN IDIOT

At that one, you nodded enthusiastically in agreement, throwing your hands up for good measure.

I WAS SCARED

I DIDN’T WANT TO LET YOU GO

I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE BETTER THIS WAY

IT WASN’T RIGHT AND I KNOW THAT NOW

I MISS YOU

CAN WE TALK?

You contemplated this, turning around as though you might refuse his request. He had embarrassed you after all, and made you question whether he had ever had feelings for you. You didn’t want to be completely sucked in by this grandiose gesture without considering all the facts.

Yes, Leon was an idiot, but perhaps he deserved one more chance to prove himself. Turning, you waved him up and watched as he quickly switched off his boombox and pulled one of his katanas from…somewhere before cutting a portal right up to your balcony.

He stepped out right next to you and quietly handed you the flowers. It was an absolutely gorgeous bouquet with white roses, blue hyacinths, baby’s breath and white tulips. There was some lily of the valley tucked in there as well. The flowers were emanating a lovely, sweet scent that you inhaled deeply.

“Donnie and his girlfriend helped put this together for me. It’s an apology bouquet,” he quietly explained, then added, “Yes, I did finally apologize to her.”

“They’re beautiful.” You offered him a small smile.

Leon, who’d been tense but unwilling to admit that, relaxed a fraction. Relief was etched on his expression as he settled into his default, cocky grin.

“The white roses are for sincerity, the tulips symbolize forgiveness, and the blue hyacinths are…for peace, which I am hoping to give you.”

You could feel your emotions starting to get the best of you, with the lump forming in your throat and the shaky breath you drew. You did have feelings for him, this much you knew, but he needed to know what he’d done to you before you allowed this to go any further.

“You…hurt me.” You began, trying to keep your voice strong. “I couldn’t understand why you pushed me away. I thought you’d be happy for me.”

Leon did have the decency to look very regretful of that fact and set about explaining himself. “I am sorry for that, and I am exceedingly happy for you.” He took a deep breath then. “I didn’t want things to change, and I did not handle myself well when you announced you were leaving. This does not excuse my actions; it was wrong of me, and you did not deserve that.”

You listened to his words and felt the beginnings of acceptance, forgiveness, and understanding forming within you. “You pushed me away before I could leave you.”

“…and,” he added softly. “I didn’t want to stand in the way of your dreams. The longer you stayed, the harder it would’ve been to let you go.”

The heaviness you’d been carrying since starting the job seemed to dissipate in that moment. This was what you’d been waiting to hear: a genuine apology. Leon showing some real vulnerability and admitting he was an idiot sat very well with you. More than that, he was pouring his heart out, laying everything he had on the line. This was the real Leon, and the latent feelings you’d held at bay for him came flooding back.

“You’re forgiven.” You laughed softly at his immediate look of surprise, “That was a pretty damn good apology.”

It looked as though his entire body sagged with relief, and he stepped closer to you with a shaky huff of a laugh. “Permission to hug?”

“Granted.” You placed the flowers on a small patio table, opened your arms and, subsequently, your heart, to the possibility of something more with him.

Leon gently pulled you in—his strong arms sliding around you as he tucked his face into your neck. You felt him breathing you in with a shaky exhale, then tightening his embrace a little. “I missed you so much, querida…”

It was almost funny how quickly you relaxed—the comforting familiarity of him washing over you like a warm blanket fresh from the dryer. You both lingered for a long moment. It was more than just a simple hug; it was a moment of healing for both of you.

“I missed you too…Leon.” You murmured against his shoulder before pulling back a little to look at him. He was content to keep his arms around you in a relaxed embrace, his expression soft and contemplative as he smiled.

“Nice to finally hear my name on your lips.” There was a bit of his usual cockiness as he rubbed his hand up and down your back.

Leon was not going to presume you were going to invite him in after all of that. He was committed to giving you peace and all the space you needed to. Regretfully, he released you, his hands finding your shoulders instead as he spoke.

“So…now you know. The rest is up to you.”

Slowly, he leaned in, just enough to kiss you but not enough to close the gap. “I’m happy to have you in my life again, hermosa. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” His lips finally made contact against your cheek before he stepped back completely to allow you the freedom to go back inside.

“What changed?” You had questions and expected honest answers; he did owe you that much.

“Me, I changed. I knew what you thought of me and my ‘lifestyle choices’.” There was no bite to his words, regret possibly for how he used to act around you, but that was it.

Your face grew hot as you were unable to defend yourself or argue back at him. You had thought of him as, well, a fuck-boy, a player by nature. Everything in your life had told you that people didn’t change, so you’d nearly written him off as a potential romantic partner.

But then he had shown you, in small ways, that he was capable of change. The fact that he was present, pouring his heart out to you in the most honest display of affection you’d ever seen, was proof of that.

He took your silence as a means to continue. “…And I began to care for you…as time went on, I realized I didn’t want to be that guy anymore. I wanted to commit to one person and one person only…and I wanted that person to be you.”

You appreciated his honesty on the matter as you felt yourself melt inwardly. Finally, after all this time, he was learning; the small changes you’d noticed had all been leading up to this one moment. All of it depended on you, and the choice was clear: instead of heeding his suggestion, you found yourself saying, “Then there’s just one problem…you missed.”

Catching on immediately, Leon finally graced you with his signature smirk as he stepped in close. “Querida, I never miss…I—”

Cutting him off, you stepped forward, chest brushing against his and arms circling his neck as your heart skipped a beat before you brushed your lips against his in a simple, gentle kiss.

“You did,” you whispered, something you were not sure he heard with his hitching breath. Although from the arms that quickly slid around you, it was clear he got the message.

And he was all in. The next kiss that was initiated by him stole your breath away. You felt his hand tangling itself in your hair while he made a sound of absolute satisfaction. One kiss became many as he slowly coaxed you into opening your mouth for him. His tongue was just as demanding as the rest of him, drawing out a soft moan from you.

By the time you pulled away, both were breathing just a little more heavily. His blue eyes were nearly black with need as he offered a light chuckle.

“Would you like to come in?” you asked abruptly, going for your sliding door and pulling it open.

“I thought you’d never ask mi vida.” He said while gently guiding you in.

You uttered a nervous laugh as you closed the door behind the two of you. Now what? Did you both just get right down to it? Leon seemed to sense your hesitancy and gathered you close to place a soft kiss upon your lips.

“No need to rush into anything.” He kissed your forehead next, and you felt the tension lifting off of your shoulders as though it was never there. “What were you doing before my epic interruption?”

“Promise you won’t laugh?”

“Never.” He gave you a dramatic gasp as though the very idea offended him. “What kind of boyfriend do you take me for?”

“Watching this.” You smirked while clicking on the cheesy romance movie you had on earlier.

It was amusing how fast Leon had migrated over to your couch, excitedly pulling on his tie to loosen it. “This is one of my favourites!”

 This time, you laughed, following him over. “Well then, by all means, please join me.” You eyed him again in his swanky getup and raised your eyebrows. “Aren’t you a bit overdressed?”

“Working on it, querida.” The tie was off and tossed to the ground along with his suit jacket. Then he began unbuttoning the shirt underneath, and your mouth went dry.

Was he…going to strip naked right then and there? You couldn’t say you weren’t intrigued by what lay beneath, but he’d just said—

“There were go.” With the shirt off, he revealed a white tank top underneath, and with the removal of his pants, you saw the most ridiculous pair of boxers in your life.

They were black, dotted with… little tiny cucumbers, and the word ‘fresh’ scattered all around, but what drew your gaze in completely was the one big cucumber right on the crotch, styled in quite a suggestive way.

“Leon…those…” you snorted, trying hard not to laugh. “Those are…” You couldn’t help yourself; the hilarity of his underwear had you bursting out with peals of laughter. “They’re so stupid!” You squeaked, your voice pitched higher from how funny it was.

Leon stood proudly, a smile on his face, as he watched you collapse onto your couch in breathless joy. The kind that could only come from a good laugh. He sat down next to you and gently gathered you close.

“I knew you’d like ‘em.”

Of course, he planned to wear those. You suspected it was a way to ease any awkwardness and/or nerves between the two of you, and it worked. You cuddled up close, throwing a blanket over both of you to stay cozy as the movie played.

Somewhere near the end—the final scene where the two main characters were deep in their dramatic confession of love—you glanced up at him, his features calm for once, and you couldn’t help but trace your fingers along his strong jaw.

He melted a little under your touch and arched his neck a little, hoping you’ll transform your touch to a chin scratch. You were rewarded with a happy rumble as you gave him some skritches there. His arms wrapped around you a little more tightly as he planted a kiss at the corner of your mouth in appreciation.

That wouldn’t do; you wanted a proper kiss. As he turned toward the TV again, you cupped his cheek, guiding him back to your waiting lips. That simple kiss, initiated by you, quickly turned into a heavy makeout session initiated by him.

How had you ended up in his lap? When had you become so embarrassingly turned on? You heard him groan into your mouth, pulling you in more, your hips flush with his as he slid a hand down to squeeze your ass.

That one move elicited a moan of surprise on your part, but you didn’t tell him to stop. If anything, your touches became a little bolder, and you used your hands to explore his unique physique.

He rumbled in appreciation, pulling his mouth away to scatter hot kisses against your neck while also taking in your scent with a deep inhale.

“You are so soft and sweet, mi amor…” he added a few more kisses before he husked, “and I can smell how much you want this…”

Your cheeks turned pink as you buried your face into the spot between his neck and shoulder. Of course, he’d be able to smell that, and you did want this…badly, in fact. You’d wanted him for much longer than you cared to admit.

Still, he needed to hear you say it.

“Querida? Still with me?” he asked softly, pausing his movements while he kissed the side of your head. “Should we stop?”

“No,” you replied softly, lifting your head to meet his somewhat concerned expression. “I want this…I want you, and I’ve waited long enough to have you.”

There was pure admiration in his gaze as he kissed you softly, his hands beginning to wander again, this time, sliding under your shirt to find hidden skin to explore.

“Then you’ll have me, and anything your heart could possibly desire, and then some.” The smirk he was giving you revealed so much more than he was willing to provide. “Permission to make you feel…incredible?”

The suggestive intonation from his voice alone was enough to make you shiver as you nodded, but you still needed to give him some snark. “Big talk from the man who couldn’t even pick out his own ties.”

Leon paused, his expression serious as he requested this of you, “Say your name.”

You spoke your name aloud to him, a bit unsure as to where this was going.

“Say it one more time.”

Squinting, you did as he asked, but a little slower this time.

“Good. I want you to know that’s the last time you’re gonna remember how to say it. Because after I’m through with you? My name is going to be the only thing you remember how to say.”

He chuckled darkly at your shocked expression, standing while scooping you up at the same time. “Trust me, hermosa…”

“Okay, that was pretty good…” Your face was aflame as he carried you down the hall as though you weighed nothing and laid you down, gently, of course. His look was almost predatory as he took his time crawling over you, bending to kiss you deeply first before sitting up and sliding his way back to slide your shirt up and kiss the area just above your waistband.

“In order to make my point, these are going to need to come off…” he looked up at you to see you nod in the affirmative, still blushing, but eager to see if his claims were true.

“Yes, you seem so sure of yourself, Mr. I’m-always-right.” Your teasing him was helping to tamp down your nervousness. It had been a very long time since you’d had a man pleasure you in this manner, and although you did trust Leon to take care of you, it was still slightly difficult to ignore those insecure thoughts of yours.

Leon was already sliding your pyjama shorts off, along with your underwear, as he grinned. “Oh, my sweet, little chiquita, this is something I pride myself on and just look at you…” He gently spread your legs, opening you to him, “All laid out like my favourite dessert.”

“Yeah…?” Still feeling the need to challenge him, you huffed, “It takes me a long time to cum like this, just saying, you might have your work cut out for you.”

You watched as he settled into his front, hooking your legs over his shoulders and placing his hands on your thighs. “Bet I’ll have you screaming in five minutes or less.”

You trembled a little, trying to keep your voice steady. “You’re on…” You glanced at the clock quickly, noting the time as Leon pressed kisses on your inner thighs.

Then he dove in completely, and you gasped. His hot tongue began circling your clit, just carefully at first, taking in your scent, your taste, everything about this most intimate part of your body.

“You taste even better than I imagined.” He murmured, going back to your center, licking and circling relentlessly while you groaned in pleasure.

“Fuck…” You had a feeling you were going to lose this bet. Your thighs were already beginning to tremble, and you gently bit your lip in an effort to keep yourself from whimpering.

He rumbled a soft laugh against your sensitive folds as he brought one of his hands down to caress your opening while his tongue continued its assault on your clit. “May I?” he whispered, his finger poised to enter you.

“Yes…please…” you managed, completely trusting him to be gentle with you.

He slid his finger inside of you slowly. “Good girl…” He hooked it to find that sensitive patch within that made you gasp. With both his tongue and his finger working in tandem, you were rocketing toward your release and trying to clamp your thighs around his head.

You were openly whimpering now, gripping the sheets of your bed and shoving your tank top down to grab your breast and brush your fingertips over your nipples. “Please… please… Leon… I’m so close…” You were breathing faster now, wound so tightly, your release was imminent.

His tongue had found the exact spot on your clit to drive you past the point of no return. He’d also managed to insert a second finger inside of you, stretching you a bit for what came next. “Cum for me, querida…scream…”

Moments later, you were crashing over the precipice with one of the most intense orgasms of your life. You came loudly, unashamed and uncaring of anyone who could possibly hear you, while every muscle in your body tensed and jerked uncontrollably.

Leon lifted his head, looking as smug as he could possibly be while caressing your thighs. “Speechless, mi amor?”

Glancing at the clock, you could see it just hit the five-minute mark, and you groaned, “lucky…shot…” Your breath was still returning to normal as you felt all warm and relaxed, your clit still tingling slightly.

He wiped his mouth with a light chuckle before sitting up completely to cast his gaze upon you. “You are absolutely gorgeous, mi vida…especially like this.” The sight of your body, flushed pink from your recent orgasm, had already caused him to drop, and his erection strained against the fabric.

You watched as he slipped his tank top off and then placed his thumbs into the waistband of those comical boxers, smirking at you. “Would you like to do the honours?”

Having gained back some of your energy, you nodded, curious as all hell to see what he was packing. Although you’d seen him in some ‘questionable’ situations with little to no clothing on, you’d never actually seen his cock. At a glance, you could see that the outline of him was significantly featured against the adjacent cucumber printed on the front of his boxers. He was above average, not surprising since he was a mutant turtleman. Those mutant genes had made him very well-endowed.

Softly, you traced the length of him through the fabric of his underwear and saw him trying to repress his shudder.

“So, this is what you’ve been hiding…” You murmured, pulling the waistband forward a little and then sliding his underwear down and off.

Now, that was a sight to see. His cock curved upward from a slit located at the base of his tail. You’d seen his tail before—his tail and his ass in one of his more ridiculous clothing mishaps. He usually kept it hidden under his clothes, but you could now see that it also housed this. Turtle/human anatomy was fascinating.

The cock itself was a deep purple from the spade-shaped tip to the base as it faded into the green of his skin. It also seemed to have its own natural slick and tapered beautifully into the slit in his tail. Lucky for you, because there was no way he was getting all of this inside of you at once.

“Impressed?” he teased. “Every inch is for you.”

You gave him an experimental stroke, wrapping your hand around him to see that your thumb and forefinger were able to just meet. Instead of offering a clever retort, you were stuck on the sheer size of him. “I…wow, actually, yeah…”

He groaned softly while you touched him, familiarizing yourself with his length.

“All for you…” He breathed. “I can’t wait to be inside of you…”

All of a sudden, you were struck with a sudden thought as you stopped, his cock still in your hand, as you looked up at him with your expression being slightly worried. “Leon…? What about…protection and pregnancy prevention?”

“Huh?” For a moment, he had difficulty processing what you just asked, the pieces slowly falling into place as he noticed how serious you looked. His lust-filled gaze lifted as he gently removed your hand and moved to sit next to you.

“Cariña…I would never put you at risk for anything like that. One of the perks of being a mutant is that nothing sticks—no human illnesses or STI’s to worry about, and next, we likely aren’t capable of fathering children. I know none of my brothers have been able to achieve it with their girlfriends, and they’ve been together for a lot longer.” He paused with a slight smirk, “and in case you haven’t noticed, there aren’t any little me’s running around either.”

You nodded, digesting the information as you leaned into his embrace. “Thank you for being honest about it.” He waited while you cuddled in, mentally sorting through your options, and it wasn’t long before you’d made your decision. It took a lot of trust to let someone in like this, and you felt the very essence of comfort and safety in his arms. “That’s good enough for me.”

 He kissed your brow with a contented hum, silently thanking the powers that may be. “I can be more careful if you’re worried, I can get condoms or pull out instead of—.”

“No, I want you to…” You said, stroking him gently again.

“Want…me to what?” He was finding himself getting distracted by your touch again as he exhaled sharply.

“To…to cum inside of me…” you whispered, blushing again.

The look he gave you then, as he cupped your face and kissed you, was one of pure admiration and love. It warmed your heart and made your stomach flip deliciously.

“Your wish is my command, cariña…” he kissed you again more deeply as he gathered you onto his lap before leaning back against the collection of pillows and the headboard of your bed. His hands were everywhere, touching, caressing, and squeezing as he practically devoured your mouth. Using his strength, he lifted you slightly just enough that you were hovering right above his cock.

“Tell me if anything hurts?” he requested, sensing a slight case of nerves on your part. “If you want to stop at any time, just say the word. Any. Time. Doesn’t matter if I’m ‘balls deep’ inside of you, if you want to stop, we’ll stop.”

You were slightly nervous, but very relieved with how serious he seemed about consent. Underneath it all, there was the thrill of excitement, too. You smiled, giving him a nod. “I will. Go slow.”

Leon slid one of his hands down to your center, circling your clit while he lined himself up with your entrance. “Relax for me, querida…don’t think, just let yourself feel.”

You nodded, hands tight on his shoulders as you carefully lowered yourself down. The tip of him breached your entrance, pulling a soft gasp from your lips. So far, so good, feeling a little more confident, you sank down further and felt the stretch. Wincing slightly, you paused.

His gentle encouragement was right there, helping you along. “Relax…I got you…you don’t have to take all of me at once.” He could see you were trembling, your thighs quivering as you breathed.

“Okay…I’m okay…” slowly, you took a little more of him, moaning softly while his thumb worked, sending small sparks of pleasure to help further relax your inner muscles.

“That’s it…mi amor…you are doing so well, taking me so well…” he groaned something about how tight you felt, and how incredible you felt around his cock.

As the pain from the stretch dissipated, you felt him nearly bottom out inside of you and gained a sense of pride. “I did it…” You leaned to kiss him as you shifted slightly on his lap, his cock buried deep as if it belonged there.

Your turtle lover moaned into the kiss, finding your hips and working them into a slow grind. “Do you know how incredible you are? I’m going to make you feel so good, querida…”

Just the slow, tentative hip movements had you making soft sounds of appreciation. You rolled your hips with his, relishing the shallow thrusts until you felt the need for more.

“So good…” You moaned. “Leon…you can go a little faster…”

His grin was positively sinful as he husked, “If my queen wants more, who am I to deny her?”

His next thrust was deep enough to elicit a cry of surprise from you, as you dug your nails into the tough skin of his shoulders.

“Too much?” he asked, gauging your reaction.

“No…keep going!” you wiggled your hips impatiently, hearing him laugh softly.

“Better hold on tight, querida…” Leon began a series of powerful thrusts, harder and deeper than anything you’d ever felt from a man. It was almost life-changing; you never knew sex could feel like this.

Your cries became louder, your grip on him tightening as your entire body grew warmer and your thighs began to shake.

“Fuuuck…” you gasped, your breath quickening. This was happening faster than you would’ve liked. You were dangerously close to another orgasm, but you didn’t want this to be over yet.

Leon seemed to agree, driving you down onto his cock was deeply enjoyable, he loved the way your breasts bounced and leaned to capture one of your nipples, sucking it with a very slight pinch of his teeth.

“Shit, Leon…I’m…!”

He released it with a slight pop. “Yeah, baby…?” he sounded a bit breathless while maintaining his rhythm. “I don’t want you to cum yet…not yet…”

It was seconds later that he was changing the position, lying you back on the bed while swiftly throwing your legs over his shoulders and kneeling with his hands on your thighs. “Gonna fuck you like this, watch you cum beautifully for me, just like this…”

He began again, driving into you impossibly deeper, watching with a dark-lidded gaze as you fisted the sheets, moaning with abandon.

The way his unique cock was kissing the most intimate parts of you, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves within and hitting it over and over, was indescribable to say the least.

You were crying out with each thrust now, your body flushed and trembling. Release was imminent, and every muscle in your body was beginning to tense.

“I can feel you, querida…I know you’re close…cum on my cock, baby…let me see how beautiful you look…” Just then, he brought his thumb back to your clit again, rubbing it in quick circles to tip you over the edge completely.

Your vision grew white as you screamed his name. You arched right off the mattress, your legs shaking as you rode out waves upon waves of pleasure. Your inner muscles had clamped down on him like a vice, and Leon growled, thrusting hard.

“That’s it, mi amor…now I’m going to fill you up…show everyone that you’re mine…beautiful…perfect…mine…”

Leon came with a groan you could feel, the warmth of his release filling the depths of your inner workings, making you gasp softly. He delivered a few more weak thrusts, keeping all that essence as deep as it could go before he sagged, collapsing on his forearms.

Both of you took a moment to breathe with you  laughing softly and he with a stupidly smug grin on his face.

“So…how would you rate your experience? Amazing? Incredible? Outstanding?” he waggled his eye-ridges teasingly, making you laugh more.

“Not humble at all.” You snorted. “I would say that was…adequate.” You smirked as he scoffed in mock offence.

“Adequate? Cariña, if this wasn’t up to your standards…” he bent his head to speak directly in your ear. “I’ll just have to try even harder to fuck you next time.”

His deep husk and lascivious words made you shiver, and you gave an involuntary squeeze on his softening length, slowly retreating from your body.

He hissed softly, moving to kiss you. “You like that kind of talk, I’ll keep that in mind.” He looked like he’d just discovered something that was both fun and illegal, clearly planning out your next encounter as he pulled out of you.

“Breathtaking,” you said finally, as he gathered you close, neither of you paying any mind to the mess between your legs yet. “I can’t put it into words, actually, it was the best sex I’ve ever had…” But you were sure he had, and the thought made you kind of sad, how so many women before you had experienced this exact moment.

Leon had paused, his features becoming concerned as you’d gone quiet and contemplative after that.

“Then why do you look sad, hermosa?” he cupped your cheek, gently turning your face toward his.

“It’s…nothing. It’s silly,” you said, averting your gaze.

“Talk to me, tell me what’s happening in that pretty little head of yours.”

 Blowing out a breath, you did turn to look at him. “I’m just…thinking about how I’m not the first, third or even the fifth woman to experience this with you. I’ve had other partners too, but none that could ever compare to you.”

The next words were left unspoken, but Leon knew what you meant. You believed that you weren’t anything special; there had been plenty of other women who’d been in this exact position with him. Reacted like you, made the same sounds as you, and likely said the same things as you. What made you stand out? Why did he pick you?

“Querida…” he spoke softly, reverently as he ran his knuckles down the side of your face. “Yes, I’ve had quite a few partners…and I can’t say every one of those encounters was meaningless, but ever since you came into my life, I knew you were special and it was all I could do to distract myself. I knew you weren’t interested. I thought my feelings of infatuation would fade either by taking other partners or just being content with having you as my friend and assistant.”

“But that changed,” you said, running your thumb along the edge of one of the red crescent markings framing his face. “It was the elevator, wasn’t it?

“Yeah…it was the day that I realized I might be falling in love with you.” The words were said softly and honestly, him maintaining eye contact while he stroked your hair.

Your heart skipped a beat, hammering in your chest as you felt the warmth of his confession deep within your soul. You held strong feelings for him as well, but did not feel ready to declare your love for him in return just yet.

Luckily, he seemed nonplussed by your lack of a response and kept going. “But I knew I wasn’t ready, I needed to make some changes, starting with myself. I thought perhaps I could give you a better job within the company, a better position where I was no longer your superior.” He chuckled softly, “but you, the clever woman you are, solved that issue yourself, and I was just too stupid at the time to see that.”

You clicked your tongue, tsking at him playfully. “Yes, you were, you may be an idiot, but you’re my idiot.”

He snorted softly, smiling as he continued, “I thought I’d completely blown my chances with you. Don was the one to convince me otherwise; now I owe him one.” He laughed ruefully.

“Don’t make him wait,” you said. “I think I might need to offer my own thoughts and appreciation.”

Leon gathered you close again, kissing your forehead and sliding his hand down the curve of your back. “I chose you because you’re smart, strong, and you challenge me in ways I never thought possible. No one else could call me out on my bullshit as you do. In my time as your boss, I know I asked more of you than I should’ve, it was selfish, and I vow never to take advantage of you like that again for as long as I have you.”

You were not going to cry, damn him; still, your voice was a little shaky and thick as you tried to form a response. “In the beginning, I…probably wouldn’t have thought I could go off on my own to get a career. It wasn’t until I started working with you that I realized I was meant for so much more. It also meant that I would need to separate myself from you, and I thought it would be a clean break; we’d wish each other well, and that would be it. Then we had to get stuck in that damn elevator together.” You laughed softly. “And then you made me fall for you, taking care of me when I was sick? Making sure I didn’t make the mistake of being with that guy at the conference? I knew you were jealous, and I was going to follow through anyway, and then I couldn’t, and you weren’t going to follow through with that woman either.”

“No,” he admitted. “It was already too late for me at that point.”

“I realized you were changing, but at that point it was too late, I’d had my interview and gotten the job.” You almost sounded regretful, and Leon was not about to let you think like that.

“Cariña, don’t you see? Everything happened as it should. You had to take that job, and I needed to let you go so you could chase your dreams. I am so proud of you for going after what you wanted, and once I got out of my head, I wanted to be everything you needed, even if it meant supporting you as a friend. I stand here as a lucky man, grateful to have been given another chance with you.”

This time, you couldn’t suppress the light sob building up in your chest with the onslaught of emotions you were feeling and buried your face in his neck while hugging him as tightly as you could.

I love you.

It was unspoken, but it was there, and he felt it deep within his soul. No matter the hardships he’d endured, the trauma of saving the world, or the difficulty of integrating himself and his brothers into regular society, he’d gladly do it all again if it meant being led to you. You, a positive force of nature, spreading your light and warmth wherever you went. Having you be the one to hold his heart was by far one of the best decisions he could have ever made.

He felt your love in your actions, your voice, and the way you carried yourself a little higher, with all the confidence you possessed, when he told you how wonderful you were.

Yes, Leon had been the death of you, but in such a way that actually meant you’d been reborn, now a stronger, more capable, and confident version of yourself, ready to take on the world with him by your side.

There was nothing the two of you could not handle. You’d be a power couple by default, but a loving and supportive one by nature. Logic dictated that, throughout their lives, most people remained who they were, and yet Leon was solid proof that change was possible. All it had taken was a little push, and you’d been more than willing to shove him in the right direction. You’d challenged him to confront his flaws and softened him into someone he could truly be proud of. In return, he was going to love you for the rest of his days, and you were committed to loving him fully and completely.

This was how your story of finding romantic love had come to be, not the end but the beginning of something beautiful.

Roll credits.

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