Love's tempestuous waves doth toss and turn (yet still we cling to its fiery burn)
Bayverse! Leonardo x Reader
Smut. Fluff. Minors Do Not Interact. This started off as Porn, no plot but now look at me, I've written a whole novella. Everyone is over the age of 21. Everyone.
Leonardo is experiencing his first mating cycle, and he's trying so, so hard not to involve you.
Leonardo was grateful that Donnie had sat him down, had sat them all down and given them a rather embarrassing course on biology. Sure it had been extremely awkward, and at one point Mikey got obsessed with dick jokes, but now that he was older he truly appreciated the crash course.
Because as he stands behind you, acutely aware of every inch of your body, he quickly understands why his body feels as if it's suddenly been set aflame. He's fighting the need to reach out and touch you, fighting against a part of himself that is perfectly normal, but extremely debilitating.
He knew it was coming, knew that he should expect it now that he's older. But he always thought that it would be like having a cold. Uncomfortable, tiring, and something that he could easily take care of. His plan had been to lock himself in his room, jack off a couple times, and then things would go back to normal.
Oh how wrong he was. He had tried that at first, tried to find release with his hands but it wasn't what his body needed, so it simply made things worse. His senses were heightened, he could smell things that he had no interest in, things like your pheromones. And fuck, how they called out to him, made being around you an intense struggle.
He stood stock still behind you, trying to listen to Raph, but all he could think about was how his body wanted him to push you down on the floor and find his release in your body. He needed to mate, needed to fill you up with his very essence until-. He pushes those thoughts away, taking a small step back.
What he needed was to put some space between you and him. You were his friend, there was no possible way he could let himself act on his thoughts, no matter how badly his body wanted it. He takes another step, this one to the side, and he bumps into Donnie, who drops his tablet and suddenly you turn to look at him.
As he locks eyes with you, he feels a wave of arousal shoot through him, his belly tightening as your scent grows stronger. You, completely oblivious to his suffering, smile at him and he finally has had enough.
"Sorry Don," he grunts, standing up and fleeing the room. He locks himself in the bathroom and grabs himself though his cargo shorts. He's not bold enough to fully whip his dick out with his family just behind the door, but he needs some sort of relief, anything. He's desperate.
Even from here he can smell you, can hear your voice as you talk to one of his brothers, or April, he's not sure who it is, but he doesn't care. He simply focuses on you, squeezing and stroking himself to your voice.
It's pathetic, but its like his body doesn't belong to him, refuses to listen to his more rational side. The ache in his belly grows, but the feeling of his hands does nothing for him. He wants you, he needs you. He groans and lets go, pushing himself away from the wall.
This was hell, and he wanted nothing more than to get out of here.
It took him a long time to finally relax enough that his erection died down and slipped back inside of him. Mikey had knocked, informing him that they were leaving to go get food and he was thankful for that, thankful to have you leave. He needed to talk to Donnie, needed to suck up his pride and ask for help.
But when he leaves the bathroom, he finds you sitting on the sofa, flipping through one of their comics. Instantly, his body warms, his heart thumping in his chest so hard that he feels like he's vibrating. He stumbles and knocks something over.
You turn to look at him, dropping the comic besides you. "There you are. Raph said you weren't feeling well, so I stayed behind so you wouldn't be alone."
His tongue feels heavy, and the air tastes too much like you, it coats the back of his throat, every single breath he takes. He tries to speak, but his voice comes out hoarse and broken. "Th-thanks."
"You okay? Do you need anything?"
He shakes his head, fighting his body. He just needs to make it to his room. He just needs to get away.
You stand, walking towards him. "Leo, what's wrong?"
"Don't" he says, cornering himself. "Please, stay back."
"Is it the flu? Do you have food poisoning?" you're still walking towards him.
Why won't you listen to him?
"Stop!" he growls, his shell tightening alongside the front of his shorts as his cock starts to slip out of him. "I'm trying to keep you safe and you're not listening!"
That makes you freeze, and he can smell the fear wafting from you. Fuck, he didn't mean to scare you.
"Leo... what's wrong? Talk to me please." you whisper.
He can't tell you, there's absolutely no way he can say what he's going through. You'll get grossed out, you'll hate him. This was a temporary thing, he wouldn't lose you because he couldn't control himself.
"Nothing," he chokes out, pressing himself against the wall even more. "Please, just leave me alone."
When he feels you lay your hand against his plastron, he finally snaps. His hand finds yours, and suddenly you're the one pinned against the wall, his face finding the crook of your neck. He inhales deeply, savoring the way you smell, the softness of your skin in contrast to his scales. You're so soft, so warm, so, so human.
"I'm trying so hard," he groans, his mouth closing around your skin as he licks at your flesh. The taste of you is overwhelming, and he can't get enough. "I'm really, really trying."
You let out a whimper as he nips at your neck, his hand holding your wrists above your head. "Leo, stop." you groan when his tongue flicks against you again, sending shivers down your spine.
He hears you, but he can smell the sudden scent of your arousal and its clouding his judgement, makis his fingers tighten around your wrists. "I want you." he says, his voice thick with desire. "Please," he groans, rutting his hips against your frame. "Let me have you, let me fill you."
He should be ashamed, talking to you like that, ignoring the way you whimper for him to let go, your body trying to get away from him. But he's lost somewhere in pleasure, unable to think, unable to stop.
His body is telling him to take you, and he's in no condition to fight it.
He bites at your neck again and you moan, your back arching off the wall.
The sound of the lair door opening is deafening, scaring you both, his hand holding you in place loosens as he looks over his shoulder. He suddenly wants to growl and snap and make his family leave so he can have you all to himself. But he feels your hands slip from is hold, feels you push him away with an absurd amount of strength that has him stumbling back.
When he turns to look at you, it's sobering. You've got tears in your eyes, your pupils blown wide as you tremble underneath him. It's like getting a syringe full of ice water in his veins, the lust clearing from his mind as he's aware of what he just did.
"I-I'm sorry." he chokes out, his voice trembling as he takes a step back. "I didn't...Oh fuck...I-"
Your tears fall and he knows that he's done something completely unforgivable. He can't blame you for being scared or angry, he's a mutant turtle who just pinned you against the wall and almost did something heinous. He can't help but feel disgusted with himself, with the way he's been feeling towards you.
You scramble around him, bolting straight to the exit. He can hear Mikey call out for you, but he hears you say you need to go, followed by the door slamming shut.
Donnie finds him sitting in that very same spot he had held you against, his head in his hands.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Donnie says, all traces of his brother seemingly replaced. This was clinical Donnie, and for some reason, making that distinguishment made talking about this whole thing a whole lot easier for Leonardo.
He grunts as Donnie flashes a light in his eyes. "I thought I could deal with it." he says, blinking away the dark spots that cloud his sight.
His brother makes a sound of disappointment, rolling away in his chair to rapidly type something into the computer.
"There's so much more to a mating cycle than you guys let me explain. If you all weren't being so downright childish back then, you could have avoided this whole fiasco."
Donnie's mad, of course he is. Leo had told him everything while simultaneously begging for help and he hadn't minced his words when it came to telling Leo what a complete fucking dumbass he's been.
"I couldn't stop myself. I tried, but it was like I had no control over myself."
"So you sexually assault one of our only friends? How grand of you. I'm going to need to take some blood."
Leo winces at his words, holding his hand out so Donnie can do his thing. "I fucked up... I know I did. I have to apologize."
He hums, prepping his arm. There's a cold swipe of alcohol pad against the inside of his elbow that makes him shiver. "Do you really think she's going to want to see you, let alone talk to you after what you did? It'll be a miracle if she even decides to stay friends with the rest of us. What if she thinks the rest of us are like that? She's probably scared we're all sex fiends ready to attack."
The needle slides inside with a pinch, but its Donnie's words that makes him flinch. He doesn't have anything to say, any words to offer to comfort his brother. He knows there's no coming back from this. So he just sits there in silence, watching as Donnie fills up vial after vial with his blood.
Apart from April and Casey, you were one of their only friends, the only one that seemed to actively want to be around them. April came around the lair every now and then, but you were a constant presence. You were there for movie nights, showed up early in the mornings to train with them, even though you had no desire to join them in their vigilante work.
You were the only human that sought out their company and he repaid the favor by trying to mount you.
"How are you feeling? I need to know all your symptoms to try to see if I can find a way to somehow... repress a Mating cycle." Donnie says, placing a band aid on Leo's arm and collecting the blood samples.
The idea of being a Guinea pig isn't exactly thrilling, but if he can somehow do just, well Leo would suffer if it meant his brother's didn't have to worry about going through this. So he swallows, forcing himself to go through with this. "There's, uh, a constant need to.." fuck, he was already struggling.
"Mate?" Donnie asks, not looking up from his computer.
"Uh, yeah, mate. But it's only with her... I don't feel anything for April, or when we go to the surface, I don't react to any of the women there."
"Interesting. How exactly do you react to her? Is there some sort of trigger that sets you off?"
"Her smell. I can smell her, and it just... triggers something in me. It's like my body craves her, even though my mind doesn't really understand it. And then when we touch, it's like this overwhelming need to be with her just takes over."
Donnie nods, making notes on his computer. "Okay, that's helpful. Have you noticed any other physical symptoms, like changes in your appetite or sleep patterns?"
Leo thinks for a moment. "Yeah, actually. I've been having trouble sleeping, and my appetite has been really erratic. Sometimes I'm not hungry at all, and other times I feel like I could eat everything in sight."
Donnie nods, making more notes. "Okay, I think I have enough information for now. I'll run some tests on your blood samples and see if I can find anything that might help repress the mating cycle."
Leo nods, standing. "I'm really sorry Donnie. If she ends up cutting ties with us..."
Donnie spins around in his chair, fixing his glasses "Our priority is finding a solution to help you control these urges and make sure it never happens again. We'll figure it out, Leo. Just give me some time to analyze your blood samples."
He nods, turning back to his computer. "Give her some space in the meantime. Don't try to force her to talk to you, and definitely don't try to approach her physically. You need to respect her boundaries and give her time to process what happened. It's not fair to her to have to deal with this, especially if she's feeling scared or uncomfortable around us now."
Leo nods, feeling guilty and ashamed. "I know. I just... I hate the idea of her thinking I'm a monster."
Donnie sighs, shooting his brother a sympathetic look. "I know, Leo. But you need to understand that what you did was not okay, and it's going to take time for her to trust you again, if ever. All we can do now is try to make it right and hope for the best."
Leo nods again, feeling like he's let everyone down. "I'll do whatever it takes to fix this, Donnie. I just want things to go back to normal."
Donnie gives him a small smile. "I know you will, Leo. Just give it time and let me do my job."
Leo leaves Donnie's lab feeling heavier than before.
Good news is that you're still talking to everyone else. He heard your voice when Mikey called you to talk about the newest episode of the show you both got into. It had sent a warmth through his bones that caused his brain to frizzle out in the middle of training with Raph. It was nice hearing your voice, hearing your laugh. But it made his body vibrate, the dirty thoughts returning once again. Donnie was still working on his tests and he had already warned him about bothering him.
"I'm working as fast as I can." he had said, slamming the door to his lab close after the umpteenth time Leo went in to bother him.
He heard Mikey ask if you wanted to talk to the rest of them and you agreed, until he said he was going to pass the phone to Leo and you all but screamed no, saying that something came up and you had to go.
"Aw man, can you at least come over after your shift?" Mikey asked, trying to bribe you with some of his private snack collections.
"I can't. Not today." you say quietly, and Leo feels his heart drop.
"Please? I miss you, its been a week since you last stopped by." Mikey whined.
There was a moment of silence that had Leo hoping you would say yes, that he'd finally get that chance to apologize and beg for forgiveness, but that hope is crushed when you say no.
"I've gotta go. Text you later." and you hang up.
He misses you, and its more than just his bodies need to copulate with you. He misses your company, your smile, your laughter. He misses the way you would light up the lair whenever you walked in, and he hates himself for ruining everything.
He forces himself to stop thinking about you, to stop himself from slipping back into the dark place of longing and regret. Instead he turns back to Raph.
"Again." he says, readying his stance.
The bad news is that he's still going through his cycle, and it seems like as the days pass the worse and worse it gets. Nighttime is the worst. He finds that he can barely sleep, and if he's not sleeping or on patrol, or meditating; all he can do is think about you.
Not all those thoughts are healthy. He keeps slipping, keeps picturing you naked, on your knees, your back arched while you take him.
He's fantasizing about you, rubbing himself raw. As much as he tries to forget about that night, he can still smell the heady scent of your arousal, can feel your body molded against his, can still taste you.
It doesn't matter that his shoulder hurts, that he's spent the last hour fucking his hand, he reaches into the waistband of his shorts to touch his still hard member and hisses.
Another night and he's still nowhere near finding relief.
He cries out into his pillow as his hand strokes his length.
He wakes up late one morning, his body seriously overheating, to find you sitting at their makeshift dinner table, eating an Omelet while talking to Donnie. He does the only thing he can probably think of; he takes a few silent steps back and hide in the hall.
He thinks he's probably hallucinating, something that's become quite common. But the way his body comes alive, the way he feels his belly tighten and the smell of you infiltrates every single one of his senses tells him its real.
He takes a deep breath through his mouth, urging his body to relax, to stop acting like it has no other choice but to take you.
"I know it's a lot to take in." Donnie says, and he's whispering, something he only ever does when he's talking about something serious. "But it's the only way to help him."
"This.. this is-" you sigh, and the sound shoots straight into Leo's member, stirring it alive.
"I wouldn't ask you to do this if there was any other option. Leo seems to have somehow..." Donnie gulps, and when he talks again, he can hear the embarrassment in his voice. "Well, he's claimed you as his mate. "
Leo tenses, peeking from his hiding place.
"What do you mean, claimed me as his mate?" you ask, your eyes wide
Donnie sighs, looking down at his hands. "It's part of his cycle. He's been trying to fight it, but he's struggling to control himself. And... he's fixated on you."
"Is that why he..." you don't finish your sentence, looking down at your plate.
Donnie nods. "It doesn't excuse the fact that what he did to you was wrong and unacceptable. We're working on finding a solution to help him control his urges, but in the meantime, I need you to understand that you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Your safety and well-being are our top priority."
You nod, and Leo feels a knot forming in his throat, watching the way you curl into yourself.
Part of him wants to run away, but the winning majority refuses to move, not wanting to leave you with Donnie. You were his, his alone.
It was an alarming thought.
"How long does this last?" you ask.
"It could be anywhere between a month to the rest of the season... I don't have enough data to draw a firm conclusion." Donnie explains, pushing his glasses up.
Leo holds back a groan at the thought of going through this for so long. It's already been close to a month since the cycle started, and now there was a possibility that he would have to endure two more months of this?
"And...and what if I were to let him mate with me?" you ask hesitantly, looking at Donnie for his reaction.
He raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised by your question. "I...I'm not sure that's a good idea. It could complicate things even further."
"But it could also help him get through this cycle, right?"
Donnie hesitates, clearly conflicted. "It's possible, but there are risks involved. It could create a deeper bond between you two, and it could also lead to emotional complications if he becomes too attached."
You nod slowly. "I understand the risks, but...I care about Leo. I don't want to see him suffer like this."
Leo's heart swells with emotion, hearing your words. His member slipping out of him slightly. After what he did to you, you were still willing to help him?
Donnie makes a face as he thinks. "You understand what this means don't you?"
"I don't know... With the biological differences between your bodies, I can't guarantee that the mating will be successful. It's possible that it could cause you harm or... even be fatal." Donnie warns.
"It's okay," you say "I'm willing to take that risk."
Leo takes that as his sign to stop hiding, anger flaring through his body. "No. We're not doing this!" He steps forward, looking at you and then at Donnie. "I can't let her take that risk."
You jump, startled when he comes stomping out and look at him with surprise.
"It's not okay! Donnie just said its impossible!"
"Actually," Donnie squeaks, adjusting his frames once again. "I said its a possibility. We don't actually know if it's even possible for you two to mate. For all we know your, uh, seminal fluid might not be compatible. It's just a potential risk."
Leo looks back at Donnie, his expression softening slightly. "So, there's a chance it won't even work?"
Donnie nods, about to say something but you cut him off.
"What happens if he doesn't mate?"
Donnie sighs, looking at both of you. "If Leo doesn't mate during his cycle, it could lead to severe physical and emotional distress. He could experience increased aggression, heightened anxiety, and even depression. It's a crucial biological process for our species."
"That settles it then, doesn't it?" you say.
Leo growls, even as his body responds in glee. He doesn't want you to force yourself to go through with this, not when there's a risk of harm to you. But he also can't bear the thought of suffering through this cycle alone. He feels torn between his desire for you and his concern for your safety.
"Donnie, is there any way to… I don't know, alleviate the symptoms without mating?" Leo asks, desperation creeping into his voice.
Donnie shakes his head. "I'm sorry, Leo. The only way to alleviate the symptoms is through mating. It's a natural biological process that our bodies have evolved to rely on."
Leo grits his teeth, feeling trapped. He doesn't want to put you in danger, but he also can't bear the thought of suffering through this alone.
"Maybe we can run some tests first? See if we're uh... compatible?" you pipe up, looking at Donnie.
He makes a face and nods. "That's a good idea. I can start by analyzing your blood samples to check for any potential incompatibilities. We can also conduct some physical examinations to assess the viability of the mating."
"Physical examinations?" Leo asks, his voiced strangled. "What do you mean by that?"
You and Donnie shoot each other a look, before you turn to look at him. He's aware of the flush on your cheeks, the sudden scent of your pheromones washing over him and making him groan as he takes a step back.
Donnie clears his throat nervously. "Well, we would need to examine... certain physical attributes to see if there are any potential issues or complications."
At that, Leo is mortified, his mouth hanging open as he stares at his brother. "You mean you're going to look at my junk?"
"That's a crass way of putting it, but basically, yes. I'll have to examine both of you."
Leo wants to crawl into a hole and die there, but you reach over and grab his hand. Even though your hold on him is tight, he can feel your hand trembling, you're as scared as him.
"Okay. Let's get this over with then." you say, standing up.
"You want to do this right now?" Donnie asks, his eyes going wide.
"Yes, the sooner we know, the better." you reply firmly.
"Alright. Let me go get my lab ready." Donnie says.
Leo thought about sitting down besides you, but even though he really, really wants to do just that, he takes the seat farthest from you. He doesn't know how to feel about this all, about you agreeing to mate with him, with the tests Donnie has started running on him. Most of all, he's unsure of what to do about what had happened between you two last week. He had yet to apologize, too scared to talk to you.
His nerves were frayed, his body felt too hot, and yet, even with all the tension in his body, he was still extremely horny.
Leo shifts uncomfortably in his seat, trying to distract himself from his arousal. He can feel his body responding to the mere thought of mating with you, and it's making him even more anxious. He glances at you, taking in your features, and wonders what you're thinking.
"I'm... what happened that night... I'm sorry I pushed you." you whisper, almost as if you were reading his mind. "You told me to stay away but I didn't listen."
He feels his stomach flip as you apologize. "No. That wasn't your fault. I... I shouldn't have done that to you. I'm sorry I scared you... that I hurt you. I promise that it will never happen again." His leg starts bouncing as he turns his body towards you, his nerves multiplying.
"I wasn't scared." you admit, your eyes glued to your lap. "I've never been scared of you, Leo."
You cut him off "I wasn't crying because I was scared. I was overwhelmed... with... emotions. It's just that I didn't know how to handle what was happening between us. I was confused and... scared of what it all meant."
Leo's heart aches at your words. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you. I just... I can't control these urges, these instincts. And when I'm around you, it's like... everything just intensifies."
"I know." you say softly, finally looking up at him. "That's why I agreed to mate with you. I want to be with you, Leo. I just... I need time to figure things out."
He nods and a silence falls between them.
"I...I don't want this to be transactional." he finally says when the silence gets to him. "I don't want you to feel like I'm using you. I really do care about you."
"So I compared Leo's blood sample to yours and I have good news," Donnie says with a smile. "There don't seem to be any compatibility issues, at least not genetically. That's a good start."
"What's next, then?" you ask, sitting on the hospital bed he had somehow gotten down into the lair.
"Well... while there might not be any genetic issues, there's still the chance of your body rejecting his genetic material during coitus. So we'll need to conduct some further tests to assess the viability of the mating. I'll need to examine your reproductive systems and run some hormone level tests to make sure everything is functioning properly."
You swallow nervously at the thought of having your reproductive system examined. "Is that... painful?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
Donnie shakes his head. "It shouldn't be. It might be uncomfortable, but it shouldn't be painful. I'll make sure to be as gentle as possible."
You nod, still feeling a little uneasy about the whole thing. "Okay. When can we do this?"
"I can start running those tests right now if you're comfortable and willing to keep going."
"That's fine...if there's a compatibility, does that mean that I can get pregnant from this?" you ask the question that's been nagging you from the moment you walked into the exam room.
Donnie shakes his head. "No, unfortunately not. The biological differences between humans and our species make it impossible for a successful pregnancy to occur."
You feel yourself relax, the grip you have on the bed loosening. "Alright then, let's get through these tests."
"The female vagina when aroused can stretch up to eight inches deep." Donnie says, pointing to a diagram of the female reproductive system.
Leo wants to disappear, he wants nothing to do with this conversation. He doesn't want to have another sex lesson from his younger brother. He's watched porn before, wasn't that good enough?
"That means that you have to be extremely careful with her, Leo. Seeing as you're... rather endowed. Compared to human males, your anatomy is quite different."
Leo shifts uncomfortably in his seat, feeling a flush of embarrassment on his face. "I understand, Donnie. I'll be careful."
Donnie nods. "And we'll need to monitor her closely during the process to ensure that there are no complications."
"You're going to watch?" he all but screams, shooting out of his seat.
"Gross, no. I just mean I need to keep a close eye on her vitals and make sure everything is going smoothly. I'll be in a separate room with monitors. You're my brother, even if the research is important, I have no interest in watching you having sex with my friend." Donnie clarifies, not looking up from his tablet.
That should have been good news, should have helped calm his nerves, but for some reason it just makes things worse. He feels like a rubber band stretched too tight, about to explode.
"Does this mean her tests came back fine?" he asks, trying to ease the feeling.
"Yes," Donnie replies, finally looking up at Leo. "All of her tests came back clear. There's no reason why you two can't mate, as long as you both are willing and take the necessary precautions."
Leo swallows. "Donnie... do you think this is a good idea?"
At that Donnie looks up at his brother. "I don't see a reason why it shouldn't be. Going through with this is incredibly vital in reducing your symptoms. It'll help you over come this heat as well as give me valuable information for my research."
"No, Donnie. I'm asking you as your brother, not as your patient."
Donnie looks startled at that. "O-oh, well... does it matter what I think?"
Leo nods. "I can't shake the feeling that going through this will change things, that it'll make things weird between us."
"Well yeah... you're about to have sex with her. Of course it's going to make things weird."
With a groan, Leo drops his head into his hands. "That's the thing Don. I don't want this to just be sex. I care about her. I like her... ever since this cycle started I haven't been able to stop thinking about her."
"Then what exactly is the issue?"
"I'm scared that once we mate and this whole thing is out of my system I won't feel the same. I don't want to use her, I don't want her to be under the impression that I only wanted her for this reason."
Donnie nods slowly, understanding dawning in his eyes. "I see. You're afraid that this will change how you feel about her, that it will affect your relationship."
"I wish I could help you, that I could have the answer you're looking for. But the truth is I don't know. I don't know if these feelings are your own or just a symptom of your heat. It could very well be a combination of both."
Leo sighs heavily. "I guess there's only one way to find out."
Donnie places a hand on Leo's shoulder. "Just remember to be honest with her, Leo. If you care about her and want to pursue a relationship outside of this, then you need to communicate that with her. And if it turns out that your feelings were solely driven by your heat, then you need to be honest about that too. Just talk to her, I'm sure she'll understand."
Just be honest with you, how hard could that be?
Donnie made him move some of his lab equipment into his room. Things that would monitor your vitals. It was up to Leo to pay attention in case anything physical changed in you. When Leo had asked what he should be looking out for, Donnie shot him a look as if it was common sense.
"I've ran the tests, but be on the look out for any signs of an allergic reaction." then he proceeded to list off some symptoms.
It was...It was all too much for Leo to try to wrap his head around it. All that time that he had spent so close around you left his brain and body agreeing on one thing; that they had to fuck you, impregnate you. Even though Donnie had said that it would never happen, that the genetic makeup between their two species wasn't compatible for procreation, his body refused to listen. It kept trying to show him images of you with a rounded belly. He pushed those images as far down and away as he could.
He was on edge, but thankfully you decided to run home and grab some things 'that might help' while him and Don got the room set up. So he could at least relax, could at least stop thinking about rutting into you for the hour that you seemed to be gone. The space gave him the clarity to think.
And in that hour, he managed to realize an incredible fact about himself; he might be a complete idiot when it came to feelings and emotions. He had planned to sit you down before starting the uh, ritual, as Donnie had put it and talk to you about his conflicting feelings. He wanted to be honest, to tell you that he wasn't sure if the crippling desire he felt to protect you, fuck you, overall bind himself to you for eternity was a product of his heat or was simply amplified by it. He's always liked you, ever since Casey introduced you to them.
But was that like as in "She's a good friend" or more of a "Oh man, I can spend the rest of my future with her by my side"? Maybe it was somewhere in the middle. But he ran out of time to think himself into an anxious panic because you were entering the room.
You had changed into a pair of shorts and a thin strap shirt, and it took all his strength to look away when he noticed that you weren't wearing a bra. His body reacted right away, that bubbling heat in his belly growing and growing until it spread to every inch of his body, his cock all but ready to slip out of him.
"I...I don't know what I'm doing." he says, his voice thick with the need to take you.
"Do you want me to lead?"
He nods, scrambling over to you to grab some of the tools Donnie had told him that you had to wear. "Here, these are from Don."
You move closer, and when you grab the tools, your hand brushes his and he feels a pressure against his abdomen. He refuses to repeat what happened that night so he stands still, watching as you wrap the blood pressure monitor around your arm and stick the wireless electrocardiogram on your chest.
"Okay.." you say, taking a deep breath. "I guess we'll start with the obvious. Do you want to sit down?"
He, unsure of what you're talking about, sits on the edge of the bed. All the experience ha has is from watching an exceedingly healthy amount of porn these last few weeks. You break the distance and lower yourself to your knees right in between his legs.
He feels his heart swell, his palms becoming extremely itchy as your hands come up to rest on top of his lap. He knows that you can feel him through his shorts because he can very much feel your hand on his cock. He hisses, clutching onto the sheets, watching as you undo the buttons.
Something about this felt wrong though, he felt too tense, too nervous.
"Stop." he says, frowning down at you.
Your hands come down to his knees as you sit back. "What's wrong?"
"Doesn't this feel a little too rushed?" he asks, his voice shaking slightly. "I mean, I know we've been building up to this for a while, but I just feel like we should take our time."
"Oh... I thought you just wanted to get it over with?" you asked, confused.
"No. I mean, I do, but not like this. I want you to feel good too. I want to make you feel good."
You flush and Leo is assaulted by the scent of your arousal, the scent of your embarrassment. It makes him blink a few times, his mind going hazy.
There, that's what he was looking for.
Your pleasure amplified his.
He's careful when he wraps his hands around your shoulders, the feeling of your soft skin against his calloused hands sending shivers down his spine. "Come." he groans, helping you stand up. "Let me please you."
It's like his body has flipped a switch as it inhales your scent, and his instincts take over. He's been dreaming of tasting you, all of you, ever since he stole his first bite that night.
Carefully he maneuvers you so that you're straddling his lap, your shorts ridding up as his hands stroke your back slowly. "I've wanted you for so long," he whispers, cupping your ass and pulling you closer to him. "tell me you feel the same. Tell me you've dreamt of this as much as I have." he rests his head on your shoulder, inhaling the scent of your skin.
You whimper, nodding, his breath causing you to shiver. "I want you too Leo."
He can smell the truth in your words, in the way your arousal grows. It makes him groan, his fingers digging into you as his tongue swipes at your neck. You let out a breathy moan just as he bites down on your shoulder.
"Oh!" you cry out, arching your back and his hold on you tightens.
"I want to kiss you," he breathes out, trailing his tongue upwards, nudging your head to the side. "May I?" he asks, his face right in front of yours.
You don't answer him, choosing instead to kiss him, your hands coming up to hold onto his shoulders, fingers digging into his scales.
You taste like mint and Leo can't get enough of it. He deepens the kiss, his hands roaming your body as he pulls you closer. Your hands move up to his face, cupping his cheeks, and he leans into your touch, savoring the feeling of your warm palms against his skin.
The kiss grows more intense, more urgent, as Leo's arousal builds. He can feel the heat radiating off of you, and it only makes him want you more. Breaking the kiss, he looks at you with dark, lust-filled eyes. "I need you," he murmurs, his voice husky and rough.
You swallow, nodding. "There's some lube in my bag... Donnie said we might need it."
At the mention of his brothers name, Leo growls. How dare you think of anyone else besides him? He stands, holding you against him as if you were weightless.
"Don't need it." he says, kissing you again as he turns and kneels onto the bed, gently setting you down.
"But-" you start to say but his fingers slip into the elastic waistband of your shorts and the feel of his rough skin against your abdomen makes you moan.
"I can smell how wet you are." he says, his voice rough with desire. "I'll take care of you." He wastes no time in slipping your shorts down to your knees. He's in between your legs and he has no intentions of moving away. He dips his head, laying a soft kiss against your hip as he inhales deeply. So close to you like this, the scent of you is overpowering, makes his mouth water. He kisses you again, pulling back to look at you.
"You're so beautiful my mate." he growls, his rough hands finding your thighs and pushing them against your chest, spreading you open.
"Leo..." you moan, your hands coming between your legs to hide yourself from him.
"Move," he demands, digging his nails into your thighs. "Don't you hide yourself from me."
"Don't be shy. Let me see you. Let me taste you." he whispers, leaning down to kiss your leg.
The sound of your gasp as he trails his mouth towards your center makes him close his eyes in ecstasy. He can feel the slow drag of your hand moving away as he looks up at you. "Hands against your thighs, hold yourself open for me."
He's unsure of where this sudden dominance is coming from, but it feels natural, like a part of him that's been waiting to come out. You comply, your hands moving to rest on your thighs, spreading yourself open for him.
"Good girl" he praises you, his mouth coming to rest against your folds, his tongue lapping at your wetness. It's intoxicating, the tangy-sweet taste of you. He's unsure of what to do, he just knows that he needs to keep tasting you, needs to fill himself with you until its so ingrained in his memory that he'll never forget it. He flattens his tongue against your clit, lapping at it with increasing pressure. You're gasping, moaning his name as he continues to pleasure you, his fingers finding their way to your entrance, slipping inside you easily.
You let out a wet gasp, your body arching off of the bed as he slips a thick finger inside of you. "Leo! Oh-!"
You're so tight, your cunt gripping at his finger with such intensity that he can barely move it. Leo grins against your flesh, enjoying the feeling of you writhing beneath him. He didn't know what to expect, what you would feel like, but the way you seem to flutter around his finger has him aching to take you, to slip his cock inside of you and feel you around him. But he doesn't want to take his mouth off of you, he doesn't want to stop tasting you.
You're a mewling, trembling mess under him as he sloppily laps at your cunt, his wide tongue exploring every inch of you.
He doesn't remember doing it, but his cock is in his hand, harder than it's ever been, leaking pre-cum as he strokes himself in tandem to your moans. He's getting impatient with himself, his body begging him to take you, mount you, fill you.
"I-!" you scream, your body tensing as a crescendo of moans and "please! please! please!" fills the room. Suddenly you're clamping down on his finger before he feels a rush of wetness push him out of you, hot liquid coating his tongue, his chin. It's like your orgasm has somehow caused his brain to short circuit, because suddenly he's slamming his mouth against yours, kissing you hungrily as he positions himself between your legs.
"Please, Leo," you pant against his mouth, your hands grasping at his shoulders. "I need you inside of me."
It's a glorious feeling, having his mate beg for him. "Watch" he growls, slipping a hand behind your neck and raising you up so that your head is tilted down, your eyes glued to his cock, your eyes going wide. "Watch as I take you," he says as he pushes the tapered tip of his cock against your cunt. It's electric, the feeling of finally touching your cunt.
He hears the sharp inhale of your breath, the sudden scent of fear as your eyes stay on his cock. He's big. He knows he is, and you're so small so tight. You could barely take his finger but he didn't care. You were going to take every single inch of his cock. "Relax," he whispers, rubbing his tip up and down your slit. "I won't hurt you."
You nod, and the fear slowly ebbs away the more he teases you. "Please..." you say quietly.
He smirks, lining himself up with your entrance. "My mate, my queen." he whispers, before pushing into you slowly, inch by inch, until he feels himself hit your cervix. He groans at the sensation of your tightness enveloping him, his cock pulsing with pleasure as he bottoms out inside of you. The heat and wetness of your core are overwhelming, and he can feel himself getting lost in the sensation. Every inch of him is consumed with the need to be buried inside of you, to fill you completely with his length. You've taken only half of him, and he wants nothing more than to shove the rest inside.
You're gasping, clawing at his arms as he stays still, trying to get used to the feeling of your cunt. He's never felt anything so good before, so hot and tight and welcoming. As if you were made for him.
He leans down to capture your lips in a fierce kiss, all tongue and teeth and passion. "Are you okay?" he asks between gritted teeth.
"Big." Is all you manage to say before rolling your hips and making him moan at the same time you do. "I need you to move." you say, panting, your cunt pulsing around him. "Now."
He holds back his laugh, slowly pulling out of you before thrusting back in, deeper this time. He sets a slow, steady pace, letting you adjust to his size and the feeling of being filled by him. The sound of your moans and the way your body moves beneath him is driving him crazy with desire. He picks up the pace, thrusting harder and faster into you, and you match his movements with equal intensity, meeting him thrust for thrust.
The friction between your bodies is incredible, and he can feel the pressure building in his abdomen, the need to release almost overwhelming. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his fingers digging into your hips as he pounds into you. "So tight, so wet."
You're both lost in the heat of the moment, your bodies moving together in a perfect, primal dance. You can feel the tension building in your core, the electricity of your impending release crackling through your veins. Your nails dig into his back as you ride him harder, faster, desperate for that final push over the edge.
Leo's breathing becomes ragged, his movements more urgent as he feels your walls tighten around him. "Come for me, mate." he growls, his hand moving down to press against the swell in your stomach from his cock.
You whimper his name, your fingers digging into his scales so painfully that it starts to feel good. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, your entire body convulsing as pleasure courses through you in waves. Leo continues to thrust into you, prolonging your release, until he can no longer hold back and he comes inside you with a loud groan.
The feeling of his plastron dragging against your skin as he pulls you close sends you over the edge again. Even as he spills his seed inside of you and you keep milking him for more, he doesn't stop his movements. He keeps pounding into you, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You feel like you could come forever under him, and the way he's looking at you with such intensity and adoration only adds fuel to the fire.
"Nnn! Leo, slow down!" you wince, placing your hand against his plastron. "I'm really- ah!-sensitive."
He slows his thrusts, his head snapping up to look at you. "Take me," he whispers, his cock still hard inside of you. "I want you to have all of me, mate." You nod, knowing what he means. You let out a deep breath and relax your muscles, signaling him to move again. He starts thrusting into you again, this time slower and more deliberate, but with a force that makes your head spin. You feel his cock pulsing inside of you as he reaches his own peak once again, filling you with his seed even more as he groans out your name.
He collapses onto you, both of you breathing heavily and covered in sweat. He peppers your face with kisses, his hands caressing your body as you both bask in the afterglow. You can feel the weight of his plastron pressing against you, and it feels like the most comforting thing in the world.
Your hands come around him, pulling his body closer, your fingers scratching at his shell. "That was..." you sigh, nuzzling into his shoulder.
He nods, trying to catch his breath. For the first time since starting his heat, he feels like he's managed to control it, as if it had fizzled down to a more manageable level. He shifts his hips, sliding out of you.
You mewl as he slips out of you, the feeling both painful and pleasurable.
"Sorry," he grunts, rolling onto his side and pulling you with him so that you're tucked gently against his chest.
"S'okay." you whispers, yawning.
"Tired?" he chuckles, pushing your damp hair from your face.
He shakes his head, trailing his hand down your arm. You were so small compared to him, it's a wonder you managed to take him. "Sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."
You nod "Let's go again when I wake up." you whisper sleepily, already dozing off.
He lets you sleep, enjoying the warmth of your body, the feeling of your leg tucked between his, the softness of your breath against his sweaty skin. He's careful when he reaches between your legs and touches your cunt. You shiver in your sleep as he slips a finger through your folds and feels the thick wetness of his cum there.
There's a sense of satisfaction that rolls through him, warmth pooling in his chest as he pulls his hand away. You're coated in his seed, absolutely filled to the brim.
You're his, marked forever. His mate.
Before the night comes to an end he takes you two more times.
Once as soon as you wake up, gently easing himself deep inside of you, your leg wrapped around his waist. It's intimate, slow, lets him look you in the eyes as he takes his time making love to you.
The last time is more feral, harder, leaves you covered in bruises, the bed covered in your drool from where he had pressed your face into the sheets as he pounded into you.
Both times he filled you, found himself stroking your cunt, spreading his seed around your lips and clit.
You finally begged him to stop, tears in your eyes. Your cunt was red, swollen, dripping his seed down your thighs. It took a lot to not push himself back into you, but he didn't want to hurt you.
He felt energized, hungry, tired. An entire myriad of feelings coursing through his veins as he helped you get dressed and remove the cuff around your arm and ECG sensors from your chest.
"Wait here," he said, gently tucking the sheets around you. "I'll get you some water and food okay?"
You simply nodded, closing your eyes.
He wouldn't be surprised if by the time he came back you were asleep.
The lair is empty, and he wonders if his brothers went out on patrol, it was too early in the night to be asleep, the clock reading that it was a bit past midnight.
He stops in his tracks, looking at the clock. Midnight? He had been with you in that room for almost eight hours? No wonder you were so tired. He tries to stop his mouth from breaking out into a grin.
The kitchen is fully stocked, but if there's something he's terrible at, that's cooking. So he rummages through the fridge, hoping to find something he could attempt to make.
"I've manage to gather some great data from this, thank you." Donnie says from behind him, startling Leo.
"Jeez, Donnie!" he sighs, closing the fridge. His brother simply shrugs, looking up from the tablet.
"I'm guessing you're done since my ECG sensors have stopped working?"
"Great. Do you mind if I ask you some questions?"
Leo wonders how his brother could be so tactless. "Look, can this wait until the morning? I have to go take care of her and I don't want to make her wait."
"What do you mean take care of her, is she okay?"
"She's fine, she's just tired." Leo doesn't like the implications that he's perhaps hurt you.
"Oh... this'll be fast, I promise."
"Donnie. Not now." Leo says, deciding on a piece of toast with peanut butter.
"Hmph. Fine. Here, give this to her." he presses a bottle of Ibuprofen into Leo's hand.
Donnie squints, adjusting his glasses. "For, uh, possible inflammation."
Donnie rolls his eyes "For her soreness, Leo. Just give it to her."
"Fine, thanks. See you in the morning." he says, balancing the bottle on the same hand he's holding the glass of water as he walks around Donnie
"If you're going to keep going, at least put the cuff on her!" he shouts from behind him.
He wishes his hands were empty so he could flick his brother off.
He's surprised to find you awake, sitting up and looking though your bag.
"Uh, here." he says gently, handing you the glass and bottle.
Your eyes light up at the sight of the bottle. "Oh you're a life saver, thank you. How did you know I needed it?"
He makes a noise in the back of his throat, sitting down besides you. "I had a feeling."
You take two, drinking half the glass at one go before he offers you the toast.
"Sorry... I'm not much of a cook."
"This is great, thanks." you say, taking a bite.
He watches you eat for a second before placing his hand on your thigh. He feels a lot more in control, a lot surer in his emotions when he opens his mouth.
"I don't want this to be just about helping me through my heat." he says slowly, looking at you. "I...I care about you."
You wipe at your mouth with the back of your hand, setting the plate down. "I care about you too, I have for a while. Why else do you think I agreed to help you through this? Because I'm somehow a good friend? I'm not that kind Leo. I wouldn't do that for the rest of the gang."
"That I love you? Maybe, I'm not too sure myself. I just know that I want to be with you. That when Donnie called me to tell me what was going on with you, the thought of you mating with anyone else was absolutely devastating to me. I couldn't bear the idea of you being with someone else." You pause, taking a deep breath. "But if you don't feel the same way, I don't want you to feel like you have to stick around, like you somehow have to be with me because we've had sex."
Leo looks at you, his expression softening. "You don't have to worry about that. I don't just want to be with you because we've had sex. I want to be with you because…I don't know, it just feels right."
You giggle, reaching for his hand. "It feels right for me too."
Leo leans over and kisses you.
It's not frenzied, or passionate, but it's gentle and sweet. It's warmth, spreading through his body. It's everything he's needed, everything he's wanted.
