CWs: Possessive/territorial behavior, scent marking, the guys acting a bit feral. Considering the subject matter, it’s not a stretch to say that these may be somewhat NSFW, but not super explicit. All characters are aged-up.
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.
“We aren’t leaving this kitchen,” he vows, “not until I know that the next time Raph walks by you, all he smells is me.”
Can you imagine the boys receive their keys to the city, they take in the views of New York City from the crown of the Statue of Liberty, and now it’s time to go home because it’s getting late and the ceremony is over.
The boat pulls in, all the officers begin to board, and you (a detective or something), quickly take the last seat open.
You’re engaged in a deep conversation with one of your colleagues and then for a split second you catch a glance of Splinter standing nearby.
Sure, he’s a giant rat, and you’re still trying to process that fact, but you can tell he’s just a cute old man and your parents raised you to respect your elders, no matter what.
So you abruptly pause your conversation, rise from your seat, and say-
“Here, you can have my seat, sir.”
Then, without missing a beat, you continue chatting with your friend, now standing in front of them as if nothing had interrupted your flow.
But just as he begins to take a seat, you suddenly appear beside him, extending your arm to offer support, not knowing that he can literally do a handstand on one finger.
But you're so obviously kind that he just plays the helpless old man role and takes your arm before slowly sitting down with that typical old man sigh.
All while you're still chatting with your friend, not making a big fuss about it.
Splinter is just like, 'Wow, such a kind young lady.'
And then you have Leo, who watched the whole thing with literal hearts in his eyes, already planning yours and his wedding.
can i request a bayverse leonardo x female reader where they started dating only recently and this is the first time that she decides to act on her urges to shower him with affection (sitting on his lap and just give him kisses all over his face and then snuggle in his arms because he may be her huge handsome boyfriend but he is also very cute in her eyes and she loves him so much)? and how he reacts to this? thank you so much if you decide to write it! <3
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Cuteness Aggression (Bayverse!Leo x Fem!Reader)
ᯓ★ fluffy fluff, lots of babying the blue leader (deserved), reader goes by she/her!
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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.
"You're gonna drive me crazy" He muttered before kissing you on the lips, his hand supporting you by the neck with the other rubbing your waist. You smile, giving in to his touch in an instant.
Sweet! Boyfriend who’s never been in a relationship before, not until you asked him out, at least. He has no idea what he’s doing and you can tell, but it’s endearing in its own weird, wacky way.
Sweet! Boyfriend who has no idea how to behave around you. Should he kiss you when he greets you? Should he grab your hand and hold it tight as you walk around together? Is he even allowed to touch you so boldly? He doesn’t know, and he doesn’t want to risk embarrassing you or pushing a boundary, so he simply…doesn’t. He waits for you to make the make the first move time after time, desperate for your attention but too afraid to ask for it.
Sweet! Boyfriend who awkwardly begins asking you on dates once you remind him that he’s allowed to initiate romantic gestures too. He’s so scared of disappointing you with his lack of experience, but he does his best, shooting quick, embarrassed invitations to dinners or movies with a blush on his face. He’s trying his hardest to seem nonchalant and you know it, but you couldn’t possibly miss the way he refuses to meet your eyes as he speaks, or how his face slowly turns red as he waits for a response. With him putting in so much effort to push past his awkwardness, how could you refuse?
Sweet! Boyfriend who tries so hard to seem cool and unbothered in front of you, but for some reason, he can never contain the overwhelming emotions that fluster him whenever you walk by. He wants to be the perfect boyfriend and getting too overwhelmed doesn’t fit his idea of that, but you don’t mind. How could you? His nerves are endearing, a living display of how flustered you make him.
Sweet! Boyfriend who tenses up whenever you touch him, only to melt into your sweet embrace as soon as he realizes what’s happening. He’s not used to physical affection, least of all from a romantic partner, so it takes him a second to process the endearing touches gracing his skin. It feels awkward and scary to him, being physically connected to someone else, but he can’t help but snuggle into your side after a couple moments of deliberation, soaking up all the warmth you give him. Your touch is like a drug to him, he craves it so badly, yet doesn’t know how to instigate on his own. He’ll work up the confidence eventually, but for now, you’ll have to get him used to your touch. He’ll get the hang of it after a while, you can be sure of that.
Sweet! Boyfriend who’s such a nerd. As soon as he gets comfortable enough in the relationship, he’ll gain the confidence to talk about anything and everything that interests him, looking at you with a sparkle in his eye that you rarely ever see. It makes you feel good to know he trusts you enough to share his interests-however odd they may be-and you’ll gladly give him the attention you know he’d award you if you wanted a turn at ranting about your likes. Little by little he’s opening up, and you’ll be damned if you ruin that by seeming uninterested.
Sweet! Boyfriend who’s always trembling whenever he instigates physical affection, but you don’t mind. He’s trying his hardest to show you he wants to be near you, so why complain? Plus, his hoodie’s soft, and his hold is comfortable. Why would you ever want to break away?
Sweet! Boyfriend who likes to tease, but it never has the impact it should because he’s too nervous to hurt you. It gets easier as the two of you banter back and forth, but he makes sure you know his teasing is nothing but lighthearted, and in return, you do the same for him.
Sweet! Boyfriend who physically cannot complement you without blushing and/or averting his eyes, forcing himself to speak the words he so desperately wants to say to you but doesn’t have the courage to do so without getting flustered. It’s yet another habit of his that gets easier with time, but it never fails to make you feel special, with how shy he gets. As if you’ve stunned the words right out of his mouth.
Sweet! Boyfriend who doesn’t know much about relationships, but the one thing he does know is that he wants to make you feel loved and appreciated every second of your relationship. He’ll slip up every once in a while, everyone does, but you’ll never doubt how much he cares for you, not if he can help it.
He loves you, and he’s desperate to earn your affections. So please…bear with him for a little bit. He promises he’ll make it worth your while.
Imagine waiting up for Leonardo to come home after a late night patrol but you fall asleep in his bed?
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.
And for the first time in what felt like forever, neither of you had anywhere else to be..<3
Leo’s mouth is hot against your neck, sucking a bruise into your skin, his teeth scraping just enough to make your knees tremble. His hips ground mercilessly against yours, against the thin fabric between you, each thrust rougher, hungrier, like he wanted to brand you with his need. You gasp, clutching desperately at his shirt, your body arching into him as if you could fuse yourself to the heat he gave off.
“Fuck—” Leo’s voice gravel against your ear, low and possessive. “Your body feels so fucking good even like this... even with clothes on.” His hand slides down your side, pressing you harder into the wall.
You barely manage to choke out a reply, your breath catching. “Leo—”
The faint creak of the door makes your stomach plummet. The sound slicing through the haze of pleasure, jolting you back to the world outside the two of you. You stiffen, but Leo only lets out a dark chuckle against your skin, as if he relished the intrusion.
You turn your head, the protest on your lips dying instantly. Sangwon stands frozen in the doorway. His eyes wide, face flushed scarlet, and his hand twitching on the knob as though he's fighting every instinct between fleeing and staying.
“Shit—” he stammers, voice rough with shock. “I—I didn’t—” He swallows hard, the words tangling on his tongue. “I wasn’t… I wasn’t trying to—”
Leo smirked against your shoulder, clearly unfazed. He didn’t even bother to pull back, keeping his body flush to yours like he was daring Sangwon to keep staring.
“Well, look who decided to drop by,” Leo drawled lazily, his tone cutting through the silence. “You planning to stand there gawking all night, Sangwon? Or you gonna shut the door and admit what you really want?”
Leo refuses to slow down. If anything, the intrusion spurs him on. His smirk widening as his hips grind into you with deliberate cruelty, pulling a moan from your lips- loud enough that it makes your face burn. His head tilts, locking eyes with Sangwon across the room as though the sound acts as a performance meant for him.
“Didn’t what?” Leo’s voice is mocking, silk edged with steel. “Didn’t think she’d sound this pretty when she’s begging for it?”
“Leo—” you whine, his name trembling out of you. The heat coiling in your stomach from the friction, yes, but the weight of Sangwon’s gaze make you squirm just as much. Shame and arousal tangled together, your voice breaking on the syllables.
Sangwon’s throat bobs as he swallows nothing, gaze flicking away to the floor like he cannot bear to watch, yet a heartbeat later, his eyes are back on you, caught helplessly by the sight. His breath shallow, uneven, betraying just how rattled he is.
“I… I shouldn’t be here,” he mutters, his voice low, strained, as if saying it out loud might give him the strength to turn and go.
Leo chuckles darkly against your skin, his teeth scraping your jaw as he speaks, every word meant to sting and tempt. “Then why aren’t you leaving?” His hand slides down, gripping your thigh rough enough to make you gasp as he hauls it higher against his hip, forcing you open. He angles your body shamelessly toward Sangwon, as if putting you on display.
“Look at her, Sangwon,” Leo's tone dripping with amusement. “She wants it. You can see it, can’t you?”
Your cheeks burn, shame and desire tangling in a fever you couldn’t contain, but your body betrays you, hips moving on instinct to meet Leo’s relentless grind. A desperate sound caught in your throat as you stretch a hand towards Sangwon, voice soft, coaxing, barely more than a whisper.
“Sangwon… stay.”
He freezes at the words, his expression warring between panic and something hungry. Still, slowly, he steps inside, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click that felt far too loud in the charged silence. His ears burn crimson, his posture stiff, his chest rising and falling too fast.
“I… don’t know if I can—”
“You can.” Leo’s interruption is sharp, smug, his smirk widening as if he has already won. His eyes glitter with provocation as he rolls his hips into you again, dragging another gasp from your lips. “She wants you too. Don’t you, baby?”
Your lip trembles as you bite down, forcing yourself to nod. Your head tilting back just enough to meet Sangwon’s gaze with wide, pleading eyes. “Please…”
That one word does it foe him, his breath leaving him in a harsh exhale, shoulders sagging as though the fight had been sucked from him entirely. Still, he moves toward you with hesitant steps, like each one might set off an alarm. His hand shakes as he reaches out, fingers barely brushing your knee as though afraid you might flinch away.
A shiver races through you at the fleeting contact, and you lean into his touch instinctively. “Feels good…”
Leo lets out a low chuckle, his hips snapping harder against you, making sure Sangwon sees the way your mouth parts helplessly at the motion. “See?” he taunts, his voice velvet and cruel. “She’s fucking dripping from just your hand, Sangwon. You gonna keep being shy, or are you gonna touch her like she deserves?”
Sangwon’s breath hitches audibly, his hand hovering for a beat before he finally lets himself press more firmly against your thigh. The heat of his palm bleeding through the thin fabric, making your skin ache for more. He looks up at you, still nervous, still fragile - his eyes asking a silent question.
“I… want to.” The admission falls from Sangwon’s lips rough and uneven, his voice betraying just how tightly he was holding back.
“Then do it,” you whisper, breathless, arching into both of them as if your body's begging louder than your words.
Leo’s hand clamps down at your hip, anchoring you against him, grinding his clothed cock against your core with ruthless precision. The friction sears through the thin barrier, hot and relentless, until your thighs trembles and a helpless whimper breaks free.
“Fuck, you’re so needy,” Leo growls, his tone half-admiration, half-mockery. Gaze flicking towards Sangwon, his eyes flashing with dark triumph as if he's parading you, showing off the way you writhe helplessly beneath him. “She can’t even stop moving for me. Look at her, Sangwon - look how bad she wants it.”
Sangwon’s lets out a hitched groan as he swallows hard. He still lingers just at the edge of the bed, caught between retreat and surrender, but his hand never leaves your thigh. His touch hovering there like a brand, thumb brushing hesitant circles into your skin. The smallest motion sends shivers chasing up your body, because it wasn’t just his hand, it's the restraint behind it, the tension threatening to snap.
“I… I can see,” he admits at last, his voice cracking as though the confession is permanently ruining his reputation. His eyes dart from your flushed face to the frantic grind of your hips against Leo, and his breath hitches at the sight. “She’s… beautiful like this.”
Leo smirks, leaning down until his lips brush your ear, his voice a sinful murmur meant for both you and Sangwon. “Beautiful? She’s a fucking mess. And she loves it.”
Your chest heaves, each breath shallow and ragged, heat crawling up your neck until your whole body felt feverish. You catch Sangwon’s gaze through the haze, your voice breaking as you whisper, desperate and pleading, “Touch me more, Sangwon. Please…”
The words unravel him. Whatever fragile restraint he’d been clinging to shattered in an instant. He lowers himself onto the bed with careful movements, as though afraid he’d wake from a dream if he went too fast. Now so close, the warmth of his body bleeds into yours, grounding and overwhelming all at once.
His hand inches upward, hesitant at first, skimming across your stomach until finally settling over your breast. Even through the thin fabric of your shirt, the contact makes you jolt, your back arching into his palm as though you’ve been waiting for that exact touch all along.
A soft, startled gasp slips from him. His fingers flex, tentative, almost reverent. “Oh my god…” he breathes, the words trembling on his lips. His gaze flicks to your face, then back to where his hand cups you. “She’s… she’s so soft.”
A low, rough laugh rumbles from Leo’s chest. He drives his hips into you harder, forcing a sharp cry from your lips that has Sangwon’s eyes widening even more. Leo presses his mouth to your ear, the smirk clear in his voice. “And she loves it. Don’t hold back, Sangwon. Give her what she needs.”
Sangwon’s hand twitches at the command, his breath unsteady, torn between caution and the pull of your soft whimpers urging him on.
You are caught between them now; Leo’s relentless grinding sending sparks of pleasure pulsing through your core while Sangwon’s trembling hand traces the curves of your body like he’s memorizing each one. Overwhelmed, your head falls back against the wall, lips parting on desperate, broken moans.
“Feels so good,” you whimper, fingers clawing into the fabric of Leo’s shirt with one hand while the other tugs Sangwon closer, as though you can’t bear to let either of them slip away. Your voice cracks with need, raw and pleading. “Don’t stop, either of you…”
Leo’s low groan vibrates against your ear, the sound full of dark satisfaction. His breath is hot as he presses his lips to your skin, teeth grazing your neck. “Hear that?” he murmurs, deliberately loud enough for Sangwon to catch every word. “She doesn’t want you to stop.”
He ruts into you harder, forcing a sharp cry from your lips before his smirk returns, cruel and coaxing. “So why don’t you press that pretty cock of yours against her too, Sangwon? Let her feel both of us.”
Sangwon freezes at the suggestion, his hand still cupping you gently as though too afraid to move. His eyes dart from Leo’s face to yours, wide with uncertainty, pupils blown with something far deeper than nerves. “I… I don’t—” His voice cracks, betraying just how undone he is. His grip on your thigh tightens despite his words, his body betraying him as much as yours has.
Leo chuckles darkly, his smirk turning razor-sharp. “Don’t what? Don’t want her? Or don’t have the guts to take what she’s begging for?” He drags his teeth along your jaw, making you gasp, making sure Sangwon sees every ounce of your unraveling. “Go on. She’s waiting.”
Sangwon’s face flushes crimson, color spreading down his throat as though shame and arousal battle for dominance. His hips shift almost of their own accord until his thigh brushes yours. You stiffen at first, but then you feel it, the hard line straining against his jeans, pressing close enough to leave no doubt. He bites his lip, his whole body tense, hesitating for a heartbeat too long. As if the dam breaks, he finally rolls his hips forward, his clothed length grinding against your other side.
The air is knocked from your lungs in a gasp. Leo’s relentless thrusts drive into your soaked core on one side, and now Sangwon presses in on the other, trapping you deliciously between them. Their bodies cage you, their heat smothering, overwhelming. You can barely think, barely breathe.
“Oh fuck—” The moan tears out of you, raw and unrestrained, your body jerking helplessly between them.
Leo chuckles darkly, satisfaction dripping from his voice as he presses harder, rutting into you with even more force. “Yeah, that’s it. Take us both. You feel that?” His lips brush your ear, every word meant to sear into Sangwon as much as you. “Feel how desperate Sangwon is for you?”
A strangled groan rips from Sangwon’s throat, his forehead nearly dropping against your shoulder as if he can’t hold himself upright under the weight of it. His control, fragile from the start, unravels with every grind of his hips against you. “She feels… incredible,” he admits hoarsely, his voice cracking. His breath stutters out against your skin as he thrusts again, helpless now. “Even like this... I can’t.. fuck, I can’t stop moving.”
Your body arches between them, caught in the storm of their need, every nerve alight, nails digging into both of them, Leo’s shirt bunching in one fist, Sangwon’s arm trembling under the other as your body shakes violently, the unbearable friction building faster and faster until you feel like you might break apart. Tears prick the corners of your eyes from the sheer intensity.
“Please—please, I’m so close,” you sob, grinding helplessly between them, caught in their heat, your voice cracking with desperation.
Leo’s hand shoots up to your jaw, fingers firm as he tilts your face until your dazed eyes meet his. His gaze burns with dark command. “Cum for us,” he growls, his hips driving harder against your soaked core. “Show Sangwon how messy you get just from our cocks rubbing you through your clothes.”
The humiliation in his words only makes your pulse race, makes your thighs tremble harder. And then Sangwon leans in at last, so close you feel the shy tremor in his breath. His lips brush the shell of your ear, tentative but searing, his voice unsteady with want.
“Let go, baby…” he whispers, raw and aching. “I want to see you fall apart.”
That is all it takes. The combined pressure of both their cocks grinding into you from either side, the contrast of Leo’s merciless command and Sangwon’s pleading coax, sends you spiraling. Your back arches violently, a strangled cry tearing from your throat as your release rips through you. The wave crashes, hot and overwhelming, soaking through the fabric between your thighs as your body shudders uncontrollably in their grasp.
Leo groans low and triumphant at the sight of you breaking apart, while Sangwon’s breath catches in stunned awe, his hand clutching you tighter as if afraid you’ll slip away in your convulsing haze. He groans low in his chest, rutting against you harder, almost frantic now. His voice is rough with disbelief and lust. “Fuck, she’s dripping—she actually came like this.”
Sangwon shudders beside you, his movements breaking apart, thrusts erratic as his breath stutters hot against your ear. “She’s too much—” His voice cracks, helpless, his restraint snapping entirely. “I’m gonna—”
You cling to both of them, nails digging into their backs as Sangwon finally breaks, a muffled moan spilling from his lips as his body jerks against yours. The sound of it, so unlike his usual quiet composure, sends another tremor through you. Leo isn’t far behind, grinding into you with one last deep groan, his release pulsing hot through the rough denim trapping you together.
The three of you collapse in a tangled heap, bodies shaking, breaths uneven and ragged as the aftermath pulses between you. The room smells of heat and sweat, the air thick with the rawness of what you’ve just done.
Leo is the first to recover, his smirk lazy, dripping with satisfaction as he reaches up to brush damp strands of hair from your flushed face. His eyes glitter, still hungry despite his release. “Messy little thing,” he murmurs, thumb dragging across your cheek. “Look at you—wrecked between us.”
Sangwon’s touch lingers differently, softer. His hand remains at your waist, fingers tentative as if afraid you’ll push him away now that the frenzy has passed. The shyness seeps back into his expression, though his eyes remain glazed, dazed with lust and wonder. “I… didn’t mean to join,” he admits, voice hushed, almost guilty - then he lets out a shaky laugh. “But… god, I’m glad I did.”
Warmth blooms in your chest, and you tilt toward him, pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw, savoring the way he shivers under even that light touch. Then you turn to Leo, your lips curving weakly, words spilling in a breathless confession. “Next time.." you let out a shaky laugh, body still trembling. "Next time.. we go all the way."
Leo chuckles, the sound rolling through his chest like a promise. His smirk sharpens, his hand gripping your chin to tilt your face back up to his. “Next time?,” he says, voice low and dangerous, “Who said we're stopping right now.”
