clingy | rottmnt leonardo hamato x female reader
content: nsfw, discussions of mating/heat cycles, established relationship, requited love, explicit sex, scent-marking
“You have to get off of me.”
“I don’t think I can leave with your body weight on top of me, no.”
He doesn’t respond, instead burying you deeper into his mattress.
It’s around twelve in the morning, and you have spent most of your afternoon at the lair just doing nothing but existing in the same space with Leo. It had been nice to just ignore your worries and pending tasks for a few hours.
The spell was broken when your coworker called, asking you to cover their morning shift the following day.
You, of course, accepted. They had pulled your weight by covering you a handful of times already.
Leo had pouted throughout the phone call, as if the idiot hadn’t just had all of your undivided attention.
Leading you to the current moment.
Most of your things were at your own place, and your apartment was closer to your job, so you needed to leave now if you wanted to get a good night's sleep in your own bed.
Yes, technically, Leo could portal you home before your shift, but that would mean getting him used to getting his way. That was a hard no in your books.
Leo’s broad shoulders and shell are the only parts of him visible to you from where you’re lying on his bed. His arms are wrapped around your shoulders, head tucked into your neck. You can feel him scenting you, but he has been for the entire time you’ve been here today.
Touches to your arms and wrists while you made yourself a coffee in the kitchen. Hands on your waist and back as you maneuvered through the lair. Arms around you as you stood watching Mikey and Raph in the arcade for a while.
He’s been absolutely insatiable all day.
Your hands are thankfully free from where you’ve been caressing his carapace. You realize you haven’t stopped your motions, and move to grab his head.
He resists for a long moment, but ultimately budges when you begin pressing kisses to the side of his face.
“What is up with you?” you question gently as you hold him.
His pupils are practically heart-shaped as he gazes down at you and kisses your thumb from where it’s resting by his lips. “What do you mean?”
You raise an unimpressed eyebrow at him as he moves his lips down your palm, the heat seeping down into your bones. You refuse to fold, however. “You haven’t let go of me since I’ve walked into the lair.”
Leo pauses his ministrations at your words, looking at you and then away, almost in embarrassment. “I-”
“Leo.” The reprimand in your voice is enough to bring his gaze back. “I’m not complaining at all. I’m just asking.”
Your boyfriend remains frozen for a few more moments before sighing. The tension in his body seeps away as he lowers himself until his head rests on your chest. His arms cage your upper body, legs in between yours.
If he can’t look at you for this, then you’ll allow him the reprieve.
“My mating cycle,” he answers quietly. He doesn’t elaborate; he doesn’t need to.
You feel his hands clench into fists as you process his words. You haven’t hit the year mark in your relationship yet, so you suppose it does make sense that you have yet to witness that side of him.
Would he want you here for it, though?
“Oh,” you reply, letting the still air settle. You decide that being direct is the best course of action. “Do you-” You clear your throat, moving your hands to the nape of his neck to give them something to do. “Do you want me here for it?”
Leo manages to tense even more than he already had been. You’d be worried for his joints if it wasn’t for the whole turtle mutant thing. He rubs his cheek against you once before lifting his head.
“Would you?” he asks, expression earnest and more vulnerable than you would have imagined. “It lasts around a week.”
You feel a smile bloom on your face as you realize something. Sneaky little shit. “You were hoping I’d ask first, weren’t you?”
The bash smirk that sprouts on his face is answer enough. “You suck!” you laugh, and Leo joins you. “When will it start?”
“I’m not sure.” He leans down to catch your lips in a sweet kiss, nipping your bottom lip as he pulls away. “Sometime in the next few days, probably.”
You raise your head to kiss him again, this time deepening it with your tongue. You hear a small noise escape Leo when you suck his tongue into your mouth, igniting you further.
Breaking apart to catch your breath, you see how much just that affected him. Leo’s eyes are watery, but whether it's because of overstimulation or emotion, you have no idea. He’s panting above you, and looks like he wants to devour you right here, right now.
A reminder enters your mind as soon as the thought of staying over appears. “Work,” you pant regretfully into the shortened length of space between you two.
“Fuck work,” Leo replies, silencing you with another kiss.
“Trust me, I’d very much prefer to sit on your dick right now,” you murmur the second he lets up. Both of your lips feel swollen, and Leo abruptly stops where he had been sucking bruises in your jaw.
It was the wrong thing to say because Leo immediately flips you over so that you’re sitting over his plastron. “Do it,” he whines. Whines. What a menace. “Please.”
“No,” Leo shakes his head, taking hold of your hips and urging you backwards. You allow the jostling and look down as the base of his tail gets put on display between his legs.
Your jaw damn near unhinges as you take in just how much of a mess he is already. His cloaca is fucking soaked, almost swollen from how close he is to dropping. Your hands had found purchase over his own, but with the absolute meal set before you, how could you not fold?
“Fuck,” you whisper, entranced by the sight. You chance another look at Leo just to find his eyes clenched shut. “Leo, are you sure?”
He pulls his eyes open as if it takes him every ounce of strength to focus on that singular task. “Yes.”
Great, he’s already been reduced to one-syllable words. You quickly maneuver until you’re kneeling between his legs and push his cloaca apart with two fingers. Leaning down to lick a clean stripe up the entrance, you moan at the taste. Leo’s entire frame jumps as if you’ve electrocuted him.
It doesn’t deter you, however. You dip even further, tongue laving around his walls as you add a finger, too.
Leo continues to moan your name, and it’s sweet, sweet background noise until you feel the tip of his dick meet your tongue. You move back as your boyfriend—overwhelmed, unfairly delicious, handsome boyfriend—drops instantly.
God, dazed and salivating don’t do justice to describe how lost you are in desire. Leo, from what little sanity he must still have, takes hold of your wrists, breaking you free from the spell.
You take the hint and immediately get to work, taking your shorts and underwear off from where you’ve moved to the edge of the mattress.
His thighs are warm from where you settle over him, taking hold of the base as you rub his tip against your lips. He’s wet enough for the both of you, but the sensation is too intense not to savor.
“Hot,” you hear him mutter.
“What was that?” you ask breathlessly, placing your other palm on his plastron for support. You slowly inch down his cock, the stretch just as amazing as it is every time you do this.
“Warm,” he responds nonsensically. You don’t let go of him until your hips are flush with his.
When you are, you begin to slowly rock to acclimate to his size again. With your head thrown back, you miss the way Leo tries getting your attention, his tongue not cooperating. “I-”
You lower your eyes and meet his desperate expression. “You want me to move?”
He nods urgently, butting his forehead against yours. “Need you.”
How much more love for this man could still fill you, you wonder. “I've got you,” you reassure, kissing him sweetly as you raise your hips, feeling his dick slide against your walls. You’ll never stop being addicted to this, and you never want to stop.
You slam down on him, biting your lip as a loud whimper threatens to escape you. Leo doesn’t hold the same qualms as the shout that leaves him reminds you that other people are, in fact, still present.
Pushing that worry away, you maintain the pace you’ve set, thighs slapping against Leo’s every time you sink down.
The friction isn’t enough to get you close yet, but you feel the way Leo is struggling not to finish first, the noises he’s making pained. “Come inside me, baby,” you urge, wanting to feel him let go. “Come on.”
Your words seem to be his final straw. Warm spurts are all you feel as he empties an unusual amount into you, dick twitching with every drop.
“That’s it,” you coo, kissing along his jaw.
His arms fall back onto the mattress, and the churr emanating from his plastron becomes audible beyond the static in your ears. Leo lets out a frustrated huff as his breathing gets under control.
“You didn’t come,” he says, genuinely disappointed. He hates not making you feel good, but how do you tell him you are absolutely amazing right now?
You laugh fondly at his concern. “That was mind-blowing enough. It won’t take much.”
He lifts his shaky hands to your face and leads your lips back onto his. One of his hands snakes down to rub at your clit.
You gasp at the pleasure, squeezing down on his cock where it hasn’t gone back inside him yet. His face twists at the stimulation, but he’s determined. “Use me before it goes,” he instructs, and you swear the pulsing it inspires is evil.
You milk his dick for what it’s worth while his fingers work your clit just the way you love.
You finish not too long after, just in time for his dick to slide back in. You pant heatedly into each other’s mouths as Leo moves mindlessly against your neck, taking in your sex-addled scent.
When the fog has cleared from your mind, you grin. “Was that a preview?” you ask, unable to help yourself.
“Menace,” he replies, biting your chin.
You smile contentedly, lowering yourself and mirroring him from just a half hour ago. His arms, yet again, wrap around your shoulders from this position. “You’ll portal me to my apartment at six,” you decide, fighting against a yawn.
“Okay,” he says, though you can hear the upset in his tone.
“Then my coworker will have to cover me for the rest of the week,” you finish, really hoping you won’t make an enemy out of them for this.
Was there a work precedent for this sort of thing? There must be by now.
Leo laughs tiredly, and suddenly, you really don’t give a shit.
