Find it really funny that Yuta Okkotsu has one of if not the BIGGEST pool of Curse Energy among sorcerers and somehow is still able to get the drop on people. Like you think you would sense a fucking ocean coming at you at high speed but they never seem to and it FRIES me.
Pairing Rise!Leo x Fem!Reader (or my oc Alba, you probably know the drill by now)
Summary Reader and Leo, unable to get enough of eachother during their supposed one-night stand, decide to have another fun night together.
Warning Explicit adult themes ahead! Minors dni, if you are 17 or younger and still thinking to ignore the warning, go read about internet safety instead.
All the characters featured in the spicier and more explicit fics are all consenting adults, I won’t write about minors engaging in nsfw activities.
Ya’ll can blame @digitl-art-monstr for this one as well lmao. This takes place after “A ‘bad’ idea”. Sorry for posting these fics out of order (?)
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Leo didn’t understand what had gotten over him. Sure, he’d previously gone a second round with a few of his past lovers, but none of them had left so much yearning on him. Moreso, he rarely was the one to reach back first to suggest another night together. Speaking on general terms, Leo never had a hard time moving on from past encounters.
Still, there he was, laying on his bed awake at way past five in the morning, almost two weeks after he had her. For nights on end, his treacherous mind would wander to snippets of that fateful encounter. He swore he could sometimes smell some sort of phantom scent of her perfume, even after he’d had the clothes he wore that night washed multiple times by then. The sound of his name in between her gasps was something he couldn’t help daydreaming about at the most inconvenient of times either, nor the snug and slick warmth of her taking him so good—
Slap!
His cheeks stung from what must’ve been the third or fourth time he’d brought his palm harshly over his face. It was the only thing that seemed to keep his core from tightening against his plastron.
Okay so, he had to admit, she had been far more interesting than he’d given her credit for, but who could blame his confused ass? He’d never wanted to see someone again as bad as he did her.
Maybe one more time, he thought, and it’ll be over.
The only problem was that they hadn’t exchanged any form of contact and he didn’t know when he would be able to drop by her apartment unannounced. He also didn’t want to be too obvious in the coffee shop, right in front of both their families, should it give off the wrong impression.
But what exactly would’ve been ‘the wrong impression’?
About three hours later, Leo hadn’t thought that far ahead as he buttoned his favorite casual shirt up. Splinter had liked the little café so much that he decided they had to go get breakfast there more often.
Would she even be there, though? The last time they went, she hadn’t and he couldn’t help as he felt a little disappointed.
The doorbell rang as the Hamato stepped into the modest shop. The smell of freshly-baked pastries and ground coffee filled his nostrils.
“Ah, welcome!” Sergio stepped out of the kitchen as soon as he heard the bell, “same as always?” Leo found his thick Spanish accent charming, wondering whether she spoke the language at all as they all sat on the same table they did since day one.
“Did you bring those scones I told you about?” Mikey was the one who had genuinely fallen in love with the place.
“My daughter went ahead to get them, she’ll be here shortly.”
So he’d get to see her again.
Leo’s heart did a little flip at the news.
A whole breakfast menu for Raph, hot chocolate for Mikey, a tall cup of black coffee for Donnie and tea for both his father and himself, along with an assortment of pastries Sergio had put aside for them. He’d seemed to take notice of what each member of his family had enjoyed the most in their previous visits.
“You good brother?” Raph asked Leo, “you haven’t been getting much sleep lately, have you?”
Because I have the hots for our dear baker’s daughter.
“Meh, insomnia, you know how it is,” he brushed his brother’s worry aside.
“I need you sharp for the meeting with boss Beverly, Leonardo,” Splinter took a short sip out of his cup, then made direct eye contact with his son, “we cannot afford to appear weak before her.”
“Chillax pops, if anything, I’ll make sure it’s just my head they want on a platter—”
“Scoff! Only you would joke about things like that,” his softshell twin was not impressed in the very least.
Trying to be helpful to his older brother, Mikey stepped in, “we could always ask Draxum for some sleeping aid.”
But Leo refused, “last time I had any of that stuff my mouth tasted like toothpaste for a week,” then brought his cup up to take a sip.
That’s when the bell rang a second time.
“Traje los bollos papá, están recién hechos.”
The red-eared slider choked on air, sputtering his drink onto his arm, the neck of his shirt and his lap. It burnt, he feared the fabric was forever doomed to stay stained and his pride had taken quite the critical hit at the scene he had created as his family laughed out loud, safe for Mikey.
He had smelled the scones just as she’d walked in, so he hurried to take them from her hands while she was distracted.
Not only had she not expected to see the entire family back again, she also had to focus entirely on trying not to grow red on the face at Leo’s sight, ridiculous as it might’ve been at that moment.
After serving a few other customers that walked in to get their takeout orders, both father and daughter sat on one of the tables and had breakfast together.
Leo tried to listen in on their conversation, gripping his cup every time he heard her speak in her flawless Spanish accent. Whatever gave her the right to sound so damn alluring?
“Descansa este fin de semana cielo,” Sergio had a very sympathetic look on his face, “no has parado de estudiar en toda la semana.”
So her dad wanted her to stay in for the weekend, she’d apparently come close to overworking herself during the past week. Little did anyone know that her exhaustion came from a reason very similar to Leo’s.
She’d also been entranced by the very casual and ‘normal’ family the Hamato seemed, quietly observing as they teased the man she’d hooked up with two weeks prior. The siblings argued, the father scolded his sons. She had to admit, she’d been mistaken about his entire clan, not just Leo.
“Descuida, no tengo la mínima intención de salir en todo el finde,” she chuckled, agreeing to stay in for the weekend.
The meeting with Boss Beverly that evening went on for too long for his taste, his mind getting constantly distracted with his plan for the night. Being honest, it could end up horribly wrong, especially if she rejected him, then tried to out him, but the fact that he didn’t think that to be a possibility was what kept him from worrying too much as he snuck to her windowsill.
Using the skills both Splinter and Draxum had taught them, Leo forced the window open. The lights to the living area were out, but he could hear her in the bathroom, potentially getting ready for bed.
Sneaking as silently as he could, his eyes regarded the entrance door, table and bed with a genuine smile, recalling the memories the very smell of her perfume brought him.
Another skill he was taught during his childhood was to be aware of his surroundings at all times, so it really wasn’t too difficult for him to turn and catch a bat swinging towards his head. She yelped as he grabbed her wrists, turned her around and pulled the makeshift weapon from her grasp, dropping it before he let go of her, grinning like an idiot.
“¿Pero qué cojones…?” she hissed, but stopped when her eyes, already adjusted to the darkness inside her own home, recognized the blue mask, red stripes, and toothy grin.
Their hands were all up on eachother, grasping, massaging and grabing at whatever flesh they could get their palms on immediately after. Neither of them spoke a single word, although there had been no need for any, either. The short look they shared upon her recognition had been more than enough. Leo watched as both relief and excitement dilated her pupils, focused on his own.
Claiming her lips in a hungry daze, he walked her back towards the bed, stumbling a little over their feet before the backs of her legs hit the edge. He picked her up in his arms as her legs wrapped perfectly around his waist, then knelt, crawling over the comforter. Leaning to let her drop safely on the mattress, he leaned back, feeling short of breath as he proceeded to undo his jacket, discarding it nonchalantly right before he undid his tie with the same amount of urgency.
She felt like he was putting on a show for her, catching up on her breath while their eyes stayed locked on eachother. There was something else behind his mischievous gaze, a hunger, or frustration that she recognized as the same she’d been dealing with after their first tryst.
It hadn’t been enough.
Not to say they hadn’t felt satisfied, quite the opposite.
They’d become hooked.
Despite the slight sense of worry that whispered in the back of her mind at the implications that idea could bring, the vision of his dexterous fingers undoing every single button on his clean shirt with newfound patience simply served to further confirm that indeed, she wanted Leo. She wanted him so bad.
He didn’t fall short, however. As soon as he was free of his blazer, vest and tie, he felt taken by her slightly parted lips, gasping gingerly from his previous assault. When he took to unbuttoning his shirt slowly, Leo felt a surprisingly predatorial feeling pull at his senses. All because her desire seemed to match his own.
Once the last tiny clasp had been taken care of, he lowered himself over her welcoming form, meeting in a deep kiss that pulled a delightful sigh from her. They parted to exchange short kisses that would allow them to breathe a little, which was when she proceeded to unbuckle the expensive belt that kept his pants from sliding down his waist.
As soon as the metallic part of the item hit the floor with a loud clank that could possibly have left an indent on the wooden surface, he gave the top of her nightshirt the same treatment his now open shirt had received, kissing along every inch he exposed, little by little.
The valley of her breasts got some special treatment, however. Leo nipped, bit and sucked her plush flesh, holding the urge to toy with her bust. He’d already left obvious bruises on her skin and by the sounds she was making, she was enjoying every second of it.
Her hands crept up until they reached his shell, where she dug her nails gently, then dragged them up as he kept kissing lower, now past her belly button. At the same time he’d held on to the waistband of her shorts, she’d propped her hips up in order to help him pull them off her, leaving her underwear in place.
But not for long.
She rose up to a sitting position, her legs straddling him. Gasping as his fingers reached behind her neck and gently pulled at her hair, she rose up to her knees and settled on his lap, noticing the strain on his pants as he’d let himself free somewhere along the stripping.
An unsuspecting nibble to his chin broke Leo out of whatever daze her body being so closely pressed to his had caused. He placed both his palms at the apples of her buttcheeks as his lips brushed hers.
“I want you,” she breathed against his flesh. It sounded confused, frustrated and very much pleading.
Giving her rear a squeeze, he nodded and laid her back down gently, then peeled her underwear off, having half a mind to pocket them.
To her surprise, Leo crawled back a few feet, then propped the back of her knees over his shoulders. The smell of her arousal had been making his mouth water like never before, deciding to ignore that previously, he’d much preferred to have his past lovers beg for him to go down on them.
Sucking in air as she felt his tongue lap over the near entirety of her core in one languid swipe, her body tensed and relaxed immediately at the warmth spreading through her. She had to fist the bedsheets with both of her hands to keep herself from making any obnoxiously loud noises, especially when he started curving the tip every time he came near her entrance, teasing her into near oblivion.
Leo was becoming overwhelmed. Her soft thighs were around him, she tasted absolutely delicious and her smell was captivating. The pride he felt after thinking that she was this ready for him took him by surprise.
Maneuvering as best as he could amidst his ministrations, he managed to pull his remaining clothes off entirely, holding back on relieving some pressure that he’d felt building up in his member.
She felt like he was devouring her for real, no other man nor woman she’d previously been with had made her feel so good before. Gulping in air before moaning his name, she rose to her elbows, wanting to witness whatever expression he had.
No cocky smirk, no smug eyes. He was focused and if she didn’t know any better, she could’ve sworn Leo was enjoying himself as he focused on pleasing her.
When their eyes met for a split second, he started churring. Her heated face was flushed, brows twisted in bliss and the way some stray hairs stuck to her forehead and cheeks made her look like the most sinful painting.
Unexpectedly, he pulled off from her and rose up to his knees, then dragged her hips flush to his. The surprised and slightly frustrated yelp she emitted caused him to chuckle.
Both the cockiness and the smug look were back, but instead of scoffing up at him, she brought her left leg further up and kicked him lightly on the chest, which turned his chuckle into a chortle.
Leo smoothed his hands down from her waist, then ran them up both of her legs until he made her bend them over his elbows, challenging her flexibility from the stretch his body looming over her caused.
He got close to her face, planning on dropping a stupid line, she guessed. Although before he could make a sound, she rose up enough to be able to press her lips to his, then huff with a strained smile.
“You’re a dork.”
Whatever clever sentence he’d thought of was lost as he finally pressed forward, burying his throbbing need deep within her in one single motion.
Just like last time, both of them were overcome with a feeling of relief as soon as their hips were joined that neither could understand.
Their gasps matched his starting rhythm but to Leo’s delight, she became more vocal the moment his hips picked up the pace.
“Sí— Leo!” she gasped as her back arched, forgetting the thin walls that composed her apartment.
The way he towered over her from their height difference allowed him to have full access to her face, neck and shoulders, so as he focused on bucking her into the mattress, his lips left a trail of hickeys along her clavicle and up to her neck. As far as he was concerned, he didn’t want to stop a single noise she produced, so he’d try to keep himself from kissing her parted pout.
Hard as it could prove to be.
Now, Leo had been pining for her since the first time they hooked up, but so had she, and she wanted to make sure to get through to him. Shakily, her hands found their way to his cheeks, past his shoulders and around his neck, pulling him closer to her quivering body.
She was gasping his name, pleading for more, which he was happy to oblige. He let go of her thighs, giving her legs a break, only to place both of his hands at either side of her head, allowing him to move with much more strength and control, which soon translated into louder praises for him.
Her back arching a second time and her nails digging on his shell let him know she was close, so Leo decided to pull out the big guns. He sat back on his knees, gripped her hips and thrust like his life depended on it, baring his canines as she unraveled below him. An assortment of yeses and pleads for him not to stop rung inside the modest apartment.
Right in the middle of her climax, Leo managed to gather enough self restraint to pull out, then finish himself until he released onto the sheets, gasping near-desperate curses.
He dropped right next to her panting body and before he even realized, she’d climbed on top of him.
The awareness over his surroundings must’ve left him the moment he’d laid hands on her.
“Could’ve given me a heads up in the shop,” she mumbled.
“In front of both our dads? Yeah, no.”
She breathed a chuckle then dove down to kiss him.
Shot a great story today. Can't wait to show y'all my producing and editing skills :P It's very interesting...at least to me who's always a fan of somebody else's artwork and thinks theirs is shit.
So I recently realised that I don't write any personal posts or those typical deep and meaningfuls for a while and I've been wracking (racking?) my brains as to why this is. I used to feel a great deal of satisfaction whenever I'd finish a post, mainly because after working on anything for a while, finishing it is awesome (yes I'm talking about those 2am frantic assignments). But also because it was good to get stuff finally off my chest.
