#leo x reader

LEO

Leo is lounging on the edge of the skate ramp, tossing one of his katanas in the air with practiced, bored ease. When he sees you enter, he flashes you that classic cocky grin. But the sword fumbles in his grip the second the wind shifts.

The silence that follows is deafening.

He drops from the ramp, landing silently, moving with the fluid grace of a red-eared slider. But the water is turbulent today. His eyes narrow, scanning you, zeroing in on the collar of your shirt. He smells his twin.

“Donnie?” he asks, though it’s not really a question. His voice is light, but there’s a razor blade hidden in the tone.

He circles you like a shark in open water. He stops behind you, and you feel his hand clamp on your shoulder, trapping you in place. Then, he slides both hands under your jacket, pulling you back against his chest. He noses at your hairline, inhaling the scent of his twin, and gives a mocking scoff.

“Boring,” he whispers, his lips grazing your earlobe.

He spins you around, pinning you with a look of intense, possessive heat. He drags his nose along your jawline, rubbing his cheek against yours, effectively wiping away the other scent. His hands wander lower, cupping you, pulling your hips against his to make you feel exactly how jealous he is.

“I’m going to ruin you for him,” Leo promises, his voice a sultry purr. “By the time I’m done with you, the only name you’ll be screaming is mine.”

He kisses you then, demanding and deep, intent on marking every inch of you until the scent of his brother is nothing but a distant memory.

RAPH

The moment you step into the lair, the air in the main atrium grows heavy.

Raph emerges from the projector room. He doesn’t greet you with his usual teddy bear warmth and snaggle-toothed grin. Instead, his nostrils flare, and a low rumble starts deep in his plastron. He stops inches from you, his shadow swallowing you whole.

“Leo,” he grunts. He doesn’t ask; he knows. The scent of his brother is a stain on your neck, a neon sign of a challenge.

Before you can explain, his large hand encases your shoulder. He crowds you against the nearest wall, his size effectively caging you in. Raph is an alligator snapping turtle—a creature of instinct and force. And right now, his pupils are blown wide, eclipsing his normally kind irises.

He leans down, burying his snout into the junction of your neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply before letting out a sharp, angry hiss. “He thinks he’s slick,” he growls against your skin. “Leaving his mark on you like he owns you.”

He nuzzles you, the texture of his skin scraping deliciously against your pulse point, replacing the lingering trace of Leo with his own scent. He bites down gently on your neck, just enough to make you gasp, his tongue swiping hot and wet over the spot immediately after.

“I’m gonna cover you in so much of me that you’ll forget he even exists.”

He pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, his gaze dark and hungry. Raph intends to stake his claim so deep inside you that no amount of scrubbing will ever wash him away.

DONNIE

The lab is loud with the sound of welding and music, but the moment the sensors at the door recognize your biometrics, the noise cuts out instantly.

Donnie spins in his chair, a rare, genuine smile forming—until he smells it. His smile flatlines. He stands up slowly, the mechanical spider limbs of his battle shell unfurling from his back, betraying the agitation he’s trying to suppress.

He smells the chaotic, vibrant scent of his younger brother all over you. It’s messy. It’s loud. It’s incorrect.

“Calculated probability of you visiting Michael before me was low,” Donnie states, his voice monotone, masking a brewing storm of possessive rage. He walks toward you, his movements stiff. “And yet, here you are. Contaminated.”

His hands clamp onto your waist and shoulder, pulling you closer. He examines you, leaning in and sniffing the air around your neck with clinical precision, his face twisting in distaste. Then he cups your face, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones.

“I don’t like sharing,” he murmurs, his eyes dark and dilated, “and I certainly don’t like sharing you.”

As he presses his forehead against yours, his battle shell disengages and retreats back to storage, revealing the soft shell underneath. He begins to kiss down your throat, methodical and wet, placing suction bites in a perfect geometric pattern over the areas where Mikey’s scent is strongest.

“I’m going to conduct a thorough recalibration,” Donnie breathes against your skin, his arm sliding down to tease the hem of your pants. “We aren’t leaving this lab until your biometric readings are exclusively synchronized with mine.”

MIKEY

You expect a flying tackle-hug and a loud “Omigosh!” Instead, when you walk into the kitchen where Mikey is cooking, he freezes mid-chop. The knife lowers slowly to the cutting board.

The playful box turtle vibe evaporates, replaced by an uncharacteristically terrifying stillness.

Mikey turns around. He’s not smiling. His face is blank, eerily calm, which is infinitely scarier than him yelling. He smells Raph on you, and it triggers a primal, bratty defiance in him. He walks over to you, wiping his hands on his apron.

“You smell like Raph,” he states. His voice is soft, but it lacks its usual bounce. It’s deep, flat, and laced with possessiveness. “Why do you smell like Raph, angel?”

He wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck, inhaling deeply. Then, he tightens his grip. He looks at you, his eyes wide and pitiful, but underneath that puppy-dog look is a feral gleam.

“Did he touch you?” he asks, his hands wandering, gripping your rear firmly, pulling you into his hips. “Did he think he could just take you? Because he’s the biggest?”

He lets out a low growl. He hates it. Hates that his brother’s scent is clinging to his person.

Suddenly, he spins you around and hoists you up onto the kitchen island. He steps between your legs instantly, prying your knees apart with his thighs to settle himself firmly against your center.

“I hate it,” he hisses, again burying his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling sharply before dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin there. He rubs his cheek aggressively against your chest, your neck, your jaw, acting like a cat that’s terrified of losing its territory.

Walk with me,

You waited up late at the lair for your Leonardo to come home.

At first, the hours passed easily.

You sat with Splinter in the dojo, sharing quiet conversation while the soft sounds of the underground drifted through the lair.

Master Splinter spoke calmly, offering bits of wisdom between stories, and for a while it kept your mind occupied.

But as the night stretched on, exhaustion slowly began settling into your bones.

You tried to stay awake.

First, you lingered in the kitchen, absentmindedly picking at a snack while glancing at the clock every few minutes.

Then you moved to the living room, curling up on the couch with one of Donnie's abandoned books. You barely made it through a few pages before rereading the same sentence three times.

Eventually, your feet carried you somewhere familiar.

Leonardo's room.

You paused in the doorway for a moment, smiling softly at the sight of it.

Everything was exactly as he always kept it—organized, disciplined, and painfully neat.

Books neatly tucked away on the shelf. Training gear was carefully put away. Even his bed looked untouched, the blankets smoothed perfectly across the mattress.

It was so painfully him.

You sat down on the edge of the bed.

Just for a minute.

Just until he got back from patrol.

The faint scent of him still lingered on the blankets, comforting and familiar. Without thinking, you pulled them closer around yourself.

Your eyelids felt heavier.

And heavier.

The next thing you knew, sleep claimed you completely.

When you finally woke, confusion hit you first.

This wasn't your apartment.

There was no sunlight filtering through your bedroom window.

No familiar ceiling above you.

Instead, your cheek was pressed against something warm and solid.

Your brain took a moment to catch up.

Plastron.

Leonardo's plastron..

The realization made your heart stumble.

At some point during the night, he'd returned from patrol and climbed into bed beside you.

One powerful arm rested beneath your head while the other was wrapped securely around your waist, keeping you tucked against him as if he'd never intended to let go.

His blue mask sat discarded near the corner of the room beside his katanas, evidence of how exhausted he must have been when he came home.

Yet somehow, he'd still taken the time to pull you into his arms.

You didn't even remember him getting into bed.

Slowly, you tilted your head upward.

Leonardo was still asleep.

Without the stern focus he carried during the day, he looked younger somehow. Softer. The constant weight of responsibility that usually sat on his shoulders seemed absent for once.

For a moment, you simply watched him.

The rise and fall of his chest.

The faint scar crossing his eye.

The way one hand remained curled possessively against your side, even in sleep.

As though he instinctively needed to know you were still there.

Your chest ached with affection for him.

Maybe it was silly.

But moments like this felt rare.

No missions.

No training.

No danger lurking around the corner.

Just you and him.

Safe.

Together.

As if sensing your stare, Leonardo let out a low groan before shifting slightly. His arm tightened around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

His eyes never opened.

"Go back to sleep," he mumbled, voice rough and heavy with exhaustion.

You couldn't help but smile.

"You knew I was awake?"

A faint huff escaped him.

"Mm."

You laughed quietly.

His only response was to bury his face against the top of your head and pull you closer still.

The room fell silent again.

Wrapped securely in Leonardo's arms, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear, you let your eyes drift shut once more.

ᯓ★

It had been a week since you and Leo finally made it official. Everything seemed to have happened so fast that sometimes when you're with him, you had to stop and realise that you were now dating the very person who used to be your best friend.

Thats why you couldn't help it when you'd be a bit guarded around him. The way your body freezes when he wraps his arm around your waist or your face turning cherry red whenever he placed kisses on your cheek. It wasn't that you didn't like him.

You're just painfully shy.

And Leo understands that, he doesn't push it. He knows that you're still adjusting to this new stage in your life. Besides, it's not everyday for an average person to find themselves in a relationship with a literal mutant. That's why he'll always wait for the green light before initiating any form of physical affection.

Thats what you both agreed on and things have been smooth sailing since.

But today, you felt different. Maybe it could be the way you aced your presentation at work or how the barista finally got your drink right. You weren't sure but you just found yourself in the lair with this profound carefreeness radiating from around you.

With the brothers still out and busy with their patrols, you decided to treat yourself to some good movie on the TV. You thought you'd give the film a try due to its high ratings. It's not everyday you're blessed with this much free time so might as well take this time to spend it.

By the time you're halfway through the movie and close to the detective sorting out the clues linking to the killer. Distant echoes of the brothers returning from their patrol grew louder and louder 'til they finally stepped foot into the lair. They were laughing and chatting, seemingly in good spirits which also corresponds to another patrol gone well.

With your focus now on the turtles, or turtle, it didn't take long for the blue leader to finally lock eyes with you. The moment he was aware of your presence, his face relaxed from the sight of the familiar face he was looking forward to see. He approaches you, breaking away from his brothers who are making their way to the kitchen with their freshly bought pizzas.

"You look cozy" He remarked, noticing the way you were completely enveloped by blankets.

You chuckled, a bit embarrassed on how you've claimed this spot of the lair as your own.

"Thought I'd treat myself. You wanna join?" You asked, your eyes sparkling with plead and he couldn't help but look back at his brothers before back at you. A conclusion already made with a defeated smile.

"Sure" He says and you quickly scoot over to make room for him.

The cushion sinks upon the weight of his body and you made sure to lift the blanket aside before placing it around his lap... or whatever it could cover. The blanket is definitely big enough just for you but for you and him? There's gonna be some back and forth pulling.

"What are we watching?" He said while reaching for some of the bowl of popcorn.

"Se7en"

"Again? This is like your 6th time watching it now"

"8th actually" You corrected him and he laughs.

With the two of you finally quieting down and enjoying the film, you failed to notice your body slowly pressed against his. It felt almost like there was an unknown force pulling you towards him. Maybe it was the familiar warmth radiating off his body or the way he smelled like lavender from the incense sticks. You were just incredibly attracted towards him.

That was why it came naturally for you to rest your head on his bicep while your arms wrapped around his arm. He took noticed of this and he was trying everything to not make a big deal out of this, even though, this was a big deal for him. If you moved any closer you could hear his heart beating out of his chest.

With his focus drawn to your touch and breathing, he failed to notice when the movie finally reached the end. Suddenly you removed your grip on his arm to stretch as you let out a tired yawn. He looks at you, a bit upset you moved but also smiling fondly at how cute you look when you're tired.

"Wanna crash here for the night?"

"Yes pleaseeee" You grunt softly while letting your back hit the sofa.

He gets up, ready to head to his room expecting for you to follow after him until he felt you kick him gently on his leg to grab his attention. He turns to the sight of your back still glued to the sofa. Suddenly you reached out your arms at him with grabby hands and he chuckles at your childish demeanor. However he didn't waste a second obliging to your demands.

He picked you up as though you weighed nothing to him and he couldn't help but look down at you adoringly when you let out a long yawn before resting your arm on your eyes. The moment you felt yourself placed on the mattress of his bed, you dramatically splattered across it as if it's your own. He grins as he shakes his head in disbelief.

"You know you don't own this bed all to yourself right?" He crossed his arms.

"Mmm.." With whatever strength you had left, you moved yourself to the side for him to sit down.

"Aren't you the tired one" He smiles, rubbing your back which made you let out a satisfied sound.

After a moment when he thought you had fallen asleep, he removes his hand to reach for his book on the nightstand. He was planning to read from where he left off last time but just when he's 5 words in, you suddenly got up and sat on his lap.

"Wow..." Your actions caused him to divert his attention to you as he placed his book aside. With your head placed on his chest and your arms around him, he hesitated for a minute before placing his arms around your body.

This was new...

Very new...

But is he complaining?

"Why'd you stop rubbing?" You whined and he laughs.

Oh so that's why.

"Right, how selfish of me to stop" He joked.

Just then you lift yourself up to look at him. He stares at you, both confused and worried if he had said anything to anger you. Instead you cupped his face before leaning in to kiss him all over. He doesn't do anything. If anything he just stares at you, unsure on how to react. Is this actually happening or is this all in his head?

"You're so cute...!" You exclaimed before snuggling your face against his like a cat does.

He laughs with his hands gently pushing you back before you get any bright ideas on biting him next. He ruffles your head lightly before pressing his lips on your forehead, letting it last for a while before pulling back. His eyes nothing but pure love, it was although you had him in a trance... or maybe your messy hair just made you look irresistible to him.

"What's got you in such a loving mood?" He asks and you narrowed your eyebrows all confused.

"Am I not allowed to show my love and affection now? I can stop—"

"Nonono!" He stops you the moment you start to lift your right leg to get off of his lap.

╰♥︎ ╮

In my opinion, Leo would be the most attracted, or, naturally compatible with someone who possesses the capability to keep his domineering persona in line. That turtle has it in his head consistently that he needs to be the leader, he needs to be the one on top of things all of the time, he needs to be able to put individuals below him where they quote-on-quote ‘belong’-- as he’d so disrespectfully label it. Unfortunately, he also needs to know that he can’t exactly… do that every time. So much for respect! The man can hardly keep his sensitive emotions in his head when he boasts his ability to do so. 

He does try, though. It’s not really an ‘anger-issue,’ per se, but rather more of a ‘control’ kind of issue? Everything NEEDS to go his way and he'll be all sensitive and negatively emotional when it doesn't. After the whole airplane incident, he had a long talk with Splinter about how he treats his team. Here and there, he’d struggle– but he would do better with a constant reminder. That’s where you come in. 

Leo would be naturally compatible with somebody who can talk some sense into his brain. Who can tell him off when the time calls for it; who can be more dominant in the situation despite the fact that he knows damn well he should be acting better. 

Occasionally, he’ll act all bitchy and possessive to piss you off, just so he can watch you knock some sense into him when he’s trying to take control of others again. 

You notice (more often than not, now) that Leo’s done a better job at it. You watched him grow into the “honor-boy” that his brothers, Raph, especially, had stereotyped him to be. 

Oh, he became an honor-boy, alright. Just for you. 

Because, oh, you want him? Do you need him to help you out with something simple? He can help you, sure. More teasing ensues and he’ll be a little brat about it. But oh! This means you have to get all bossy with him, telling him to ‘stop’ and to ‘get his damn act together?’ Please, more, Leo would be addicted to that! 

Of course the attitude is a front. But by god, once he’s got a hold of you, that man is obsessed. 

(TLDR; he’s sensitive and submissive to individuals who will call him out for his bullshit. he also really likes it when you glaze him though because good god i just know he gets the ego boost and’ll get all teasing and taunting again and obsessed with the idea that you want him. he’s severely attracted to the idea, i guarantee it)

Next is Raph.

Oh, Raph. Big Red. Easy enough to write for, because I’ve had this idea in my head for ages. 

You may think he needs someone that’s chronically angry or ticked off like him. No. He wants the opposite. 

He wants someone that’s willing to help him coax into his calmer nature. He’s not just angry. God, that’s all anyone ever sees him as. He has a personality, for God’s sakes! He likes knitting! Motorcycles! Working out! He has a huge stuffed animal on his bed because of that one time Mikey compared him to a giant teddy bear! 

Raph wants–no, needs–someone who’s willing to ease him into this lifestyle, out and away from the anger. NOT like the “I can fix him 😈” way. Absolutely not, that shit turns him in the opposite direction. He needs someone willing to wait. Willing to see him for who he is, past the anger, and help him with his identity. He often found himself attracted to people who study any kind of arts or humanities for this reason! Not to stereotype, but he found that the majority of them were great listeners, and even had unique passions of their own. Hell, he’d love someone who wouldn’t judge him for his anxious knitting and crochet hobby lol. He gets enough shit from his brothers for it.

He might also find it interesting if you were interested in cars, or any kind of motorized vehicle, for that matter. Raph’s also smart, it’s not just Donnie! He knows how to work with vehicles, he works on his motorcycle all the damn time. If you had some sort of background knowledge to yap with him about, dude would be head over heels.

I also think he’d be really into bakers. If he was having a rough day and you slipped a plate of warm cookies through a crack in his door, he’d find himself trailing the scent and straight back to you. Not to mention the cute little note you’d slipped on top of them. Something like a “hope you’re doing okay,” or “didn’t want u to feel left out <3”... that would mean the world to him. 

He likes people he can be physically intimate with. PDA, touching, showing you off, that’s Raph’s thing. Gently wiping off your sweat because he pushed you past your breaking point in a workout. Let him love you! Let him show you off! 

He worked hard for this, can’t he prove it to you?

Donnie’s turn! 

That man is absolutely, 100%, undeniable, most compatible with people who hyperfixate. Shocker. 

You don’t need to be smart like him! While he does appreciate the intelligence quotient compatibility… dude’s a nerd. A geek. Could and would hyperfixate on something for days and stay up til the crack of dawn conversing about it. Donnie does not need a second Donnie in the room. Donnie would explode out of excitement and shit would go awry. He’d love that, though, but again– it’s not necessary.

I have a headcanon that he’s a comic and book nerd. One of his favorite things to talk about is the horrendous book-to-movie adaptations he sees, it usually turns into a passionate, angry rant that you can’t help but tease him for—even though you’re right there with him, following every single word that seeps out of his mouth that has an usually large tongue hanging out of it here and there. He appreciates that you actually listen to his critiques of pacing and character arcs. He appreciates you listening in general, most people just zone out when he enters that mode!

That’s what he’s attracted to– yes, intelligence, but a specific kind. When you can stay up and chat for hours about one topic, that’s what he loves! Not only that, but getting you out of your comfort zone, too. Quiet individuals. He likes those. I’ll come back to it.

Back to the teasing… yes, that is another trait he finds attractive. I wouldn’t necessarily say he’s compatible with it, though, as he’s genuinely terrible at telling you off. He’ll get all shy and push his glasses up and spin his chair away in the opposite direction of where you’re facing. The fact that you’re quiet, shy, reserved? Donnie would never have predicted you saying something as outward as that would fluster him. 

(he does pretend he’s all that and a bag of chips in his free time though. i know it. once you get to know him, he gets more confident in himself, eventually retaliating to your teasing. he hopes those teases eventually turn into flirts… he’s kinda hyped himself up for that a tad bit too much. he knows he’s tall and nerdy and kind of a sarcastic little shit at heart who curses all the time but he can make himself attractive, right? through words? god, how he hopes. )

Please ask him questions. He loves people who ask him questions. 

Match his freak. He has a terrible habit of cursing and listening to slutty nerd music (I totally stole that headcanon from @ray-jaykub . i am obsessed with it, it’s forever in my mind. full credit to you for that 🙏) So, yes. Sit there and pretend to enjoy it.

He’s into the shy, quiet ones. Loves when they, again, match his freak in private. Loves glasses, too. don’t debate me i’m not changing any part of that headcanon

Mikey, the last turtle of this little ramble!!

It honestly doesn’t even matter because he can’t really tell, but he’d be so naturally compatible with someone who’s a younger sibling, just like him. Shocker, right? Mikey’s been pushed down, shoved aside, and flat-out ignored just because everyone assumes he doesn’t know enough or hasn’t seen enough of the world to actually engage in a more mature conversation. He’d love to find someone who just gets that struggle.

Mikey pays attention to hierarchy more than people think. Who gets listened to first? Who gets interrupted? Who gets talked over? That, he listens to.

Orange wants someone who can keep up with him… someone who genuinely likes him for who he is and includes them in his conversations. He wants someone expressive, who tells them how he feels, if he’s gone overboard or screwed something up! Mikey would ABSOLUTELY stress that communication is key. He’s a green flag, greenest of green. 

Usually, none of the turtles are going to choose someone solely off of physical looks; that doesn’t change with Mikey. However, he does love– LOVE– people with expressive faces. People who have interesting features, like him, immediately catch his eyes. He reads people visually first, so if someone is emotionally legible, he’d be more prone to interacting with them. 

Another thing visually: he likes it when people dress casually, not professionally all the time! Mikey is very chill, laid back, and hates being told what to do. Anytime he sees someone dressed professionally, suit and tie, blazer and heels, in a certain dress code—a cop outfit (woah, where’d that come from? cough)? He thinks he’s gonna get bossed around. Not something he’s really into. He prefers them naturally soft and inviting!

Mikey has a soft spot for anyone who can whip up a meal. He prefers savory cooking to sweet baking, but that man’s stomach is also a bottomless pit, so he’ll take anything he can get. He gets along with his Red brother for this reason; they’re closer together, so they share that interest for sure ❤️🧡

Like Donnie, that man’s freak level is above what’s natural. He is absolutely going to use that to toy with you, though he might inadvertently find himself drawn to your retaliation. Mikey doesn’t know what he’s gotten himself into, now. Just like every other situation he manages to find himself in…

He’s respectful!! Always!! Again, Michelangelo is such a green flag. Always making sure you’re comfortable, you have what you want, you’re warm and cozied up under a blanket with him– let him spoil you. That’s another thing he loves. After being in the role of the youngest, being a caretaker really isn’t so bad. He lovessss loving on you. Please let him, he won’t let you down.

As long as you’re the subject, by all means– he’ll tend to you any day of the week. 

You had originally been playing with Leo, but you had long since lost interest in the game. You didn’t quite understand how it worked and you tried to pay attention because it was something he liked to do, but every part of your brain told you that you could just learn tomorrow. You had a long day and to be completely honest, you were just far enough out from your period that your hormones were driving you insane. Leo was simply minding his business and existing right now, and all you wanted to do was ride him into next week.

You sat out of the next round and watched Leo concentrate on the game. He tugged his bottom lip between his teeth as he worked through the level and you thought you should probably take a cold shower and possibly visit a church for some holy water even though you were the daughter of a Greek God. But, it wasn’t your fault Leo was so damn hot. You inched your way closer and closer to Leo which he didn’t mind at all. Leo leaned into all of the love languages because he rarely got shown love growing up after his mother passed away, so any form of love was special to him, but physical touch was a big one for him. Leo wanted to constantly be touching you in some way, so he actually welcomed your body against his as he gamed without really looking up. Leo had never once pushed you away. Even when Leo was sick and miserable and didn’t want anyone near him, you were the exception, he always wanted you near, especially when he wasn’t feeling well. The game he was playing ended when his character died, which you thought was ironic. His break from a world of wars and battles was playing a character in a game doing the same stuff. Unfortunately for you, Leo helped save the real world so he was pretty damn good at saving the fake ones too. He was no where near the end though and you wanted him so badly.

“Leooo,” you whined burying your face in his shirt, “why are you so good at this?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it with practice, I’ll teach you.” Leo said, completely oblivious to how much you wanted him and what you had meant by that. You wanted him to be done.

You sighed and climbed onto his lap, wrapped your legs around his waist, and let your head rest on his shoulder. You knew he was really good at this and he deserved some down time after all of the hard work he did, so you would settle for holding him as close as humanely possible. Both of you had ADHD though so this was a test of both of your abilities to focus, but mostly Leo’s. After about a minute of not bothering him, you started playing with his curls and absentmindedly twirling individual curls around your fingers.

“Mi amor.” Leo warned, drawing in a sharp breath.

You grinned, realized what was happening. Your hands almost always went straight to Leo’s hair when things got heated and some of the loudest moans poured from his lips when you tugged on his curls.

“What’s wrong?” You teased tugging lightly on a few of his curls at the back of his head.

“Please,” Leo begged, “I’m going to get ambushed and die.”

“I know CPR.” You whispered brushing your lips across his forehead.

“Y/n!” Leo whined.

“Can’t you take a little break?”

“This game doesn’t pause, after this round.”

You sighed, but accepted that answer and behaved all of about thirty seconds before shifting to get more comfortable and gasping when you felt Leo’s zipper through the thin material of your panties since you wore a skirt. Slowly, you rocked your hips again, and again the zipper sent jolts of pleasure from your cunt to all of your nerves. The third time you rolled your hips Leo noticed and groaned. You felt him hardening beneath you and you grinned.

“Amor.”

“I need you so bad.” You murmured, “Please.”

Leo was frustrated, but he was still a human being and when a he had his hot girlfriend sitting on his lap pleading for his cock it only made his pants tighter. Leo hid his character in an abandoned building and turned to push you off his lap slightly. Leo quickly undid his pants and pushed his boxers out of the way just enough to free his cock that had already started dripping with precum.

“Take your panties off.” Leo ordered. You had never listened to an order quicker and soon your panties were thrown aside as Leo put his hands on your hips pulling your skirt up higher on your waist. “Now listen for once and sit on my cock.”

Leo’s tip pushed through your folds and slowly you began to lower yourself down until you were fully seated on his cock. You both moaned and after a few seconds you raised your hips up and sunk back down until his tip was pressed against your cervix again filling you so well you wanted to cry. You were going to repeat the action and pick up your pace when Leo’s hands on your hips stopped you.

“Ah—uh,” Leo scolded, “you get a taste of what it will feel like if you’re a good girl, but for now you will sit on my cock and you won’t move until I finish up this round and tell you that you can move.”

“But Leo—“

“Shh,” Leo said giving you one singular rough thrust, “if you’re a good girl and I don’t die because of you, I’ll flip us over and fuck that pretty little cunt into the mattress so hard you’ll forget what it feels like to not have me buried inside of you. Now behave.”

His words only made you want him more, but you didn’t dare move as he resumed his game, desperately wanting him to keep up his end of the deal. As he played, if his body tensed, you felt his cock twitch and he felt your cunt squeeze in response leading to stifled moans from both of you. Leo had less of an attention span than most demigods, but he seemed to become razor focused when it came to teasing you.

Just when you were starting to accept your fate and relax into his arms, Leo gave one singular rough thrust. You gasped and dug your nails into his biceps with a loud whine as he laughed.

“You’re a dick.” You growled, using all of your self control to keep yourself from just letting him die in his game and riding him until he was a moaning mess beneath you.

“I thought you loved my dick, amor, but if that’s not what you want I can take it back—“

“Move and I’ll have Harley and Nyssa help me super glue your Snap On tools to the floor.” You hissed.

Leo faked hurt and laughed as he went back to his game. Finally after what felt like centuries in the deepest pit of Tartarus, the game ended. Before you could even think about moving he grabbed your hips and pulled you off of him.

“Leo Valdez!” You hissed, frustrated with the sudden feeling of emptiness.

“Patience, amor.”

Leo slowly pushed you to lie down on the bed and pushed your skirt farther up on your waist. Leo took his sweet time pushing your knees apart and slotting himself between your legs. As he kissed you, you could feel his cock brushing your inner thighs, still wet with your arousal. His hands were warm and roamed your body hungrily, knowing exactly where to linger, squeeze, and caress to make you sigh. Finally, with your legs wrapped around his waist and he slid back into your dripping cunt.

“You were made for me, amor.” Leo groaned as he pushed deeper and deeper.

“Maybe you should have realized that fifteen minutes ago.” You grumbled.

“I’ll make it up to you, amor.” Leo said grinning as he pinned your wrists above your head.

Before you could come up with some sort of remark, Leo pulled almost all of the way back out and snapped his hips right back into yours. You pressed your head back into the pillow and moaned as your fingers desperately scratched at his back. Leo placed sloppy kisses everywhere his lips could reach as he kept up his brutal pace. If you weren’t so distracted by the feeling of his cock stretching you out and his tip probably bruising your cervix at this point you probably would’ve noticed the absolutely sinful noises. The sound of skin slapping, your wet cunt, and your moans that seemed to answer each other and get more desperate with every thrust filled the room. He was trying to maintain some semblance of total dominance, but he was practically whimpering at the feeling of you squeezing him. Leo dipped his face to rest in the crook of your neck where he attached his lips to your skin and whimpered. You let one hand tangle itself in his curls and tugged gently.

Warmth was pooling in your abdomen and it felt as if a rubber band was about to snap, you were so so so close and Leo knew it. Leo reached between your bodies and used his calloused thumb to circle your clit.

“Are you finally going to be a good girl and cum for me sweet girl?” Leo asked, voice low and husky.

“Please.” You moaned, not sure what you were even pleading for.

It wasn’t much longer before pleasure burned through every single nerve in your body. Leo didn’t stop though, he kept up his pace and only slowed down when you started getting overstimulated. Tears of pleasure and overstimulation streamed down your face. Leo slowed down, but he didn’t stop. He just slowly rutted his hips into yours and the pleasure was almost too much. Both of your hands grabbed Leo’s curls and you pulled his face to yours. You kissed him sloppily, barely able to concentrate.

“Pretty girl.” Leo whispered.

He was so deep and going so slow that you felt the pleasure in your very core and spine. Leo held you close to him and repeatedly told you how much he loved you.

“Oh, fuck.” You groaned letting your head fall back.

Leo took the opportunity to graze his teeth along your throat and smooth over the little bites with his tongue.

“I—I’m going to cum again.” You said, arching your back impossibly higher off the mattress.

“Let go, I’m right behind you.”

You finished for the second time and every feeling was more elevated than before. The feeling of him finishing with you was something you never wanted to lose.

“Good girl.” Leo whispered, thrusting a few more times to push his cum even deeper inside of you.

When both of you were finally coming back into reality, Leo stopped rutting his hips into yours, but he did not pull out. Instead, he collapsed on top of you putting most of his weight on you. He peppered kisses all over your face and whispered soft praises.