Temporary
Leo x FemReader
"This is —," his body twitched in want as he felt her lips travel over the edge of his plastron to nibble against the sensitive flesh of his neck, "only temporary." His voice gruff and overworked as he was allowing himself to get lost in her.
This was only temporary.
This was a mistake.
This was insanity.
Why, you may ask? Because when one continues to do the same thing over and over yet expects a different outcome is considered insane. He was insane. She was insane.
This started as an accident.
It grew to only be a one time thing.
Yet, that one time turned into two times, then five then before he knew it months have passed and he's lost count.
He didn't know when everything changed, well…yeah, that was a damn lie.
Leonardo's focus shook as the feel of her small hands traveled down the expanse of his rigged chest only to pry at the edge of his waistband. He didn't even attempt to suppress the moan that echoed from his chest as his hands fastened over her hips and pushed her back until she was flush against her refrigerator door.
This all started six months ago when she had come to him for help with her workout regimen because she felt that she wasn't getting much out of her previously employed trainer. At the mention of needing his help he had become all too eager. Why wouldn't he? Someone actually wanting him to help, getting the chance to teach someone other than his brothers? There was no way he was going to let the opportunity slip but…if he'd known this is where it'd lead them would he have changed his decision? No way in hell.
He'd never forget how it all started…
It had been a hot summer night and they had just finished their initial stretch before they broke out into a light jog before their main workout. Y/n was keeping up with Leo and everything was going great until a rat came out of an adjoining tunnel and her run faltered and she yelped in pain. Leo had cursed himself the remainder of the night as he carried her back and went straight to Donnie's lab. Yet, upon entering, there was no Donatello in sight and so Leonardo, of course, took the lead and began to wrap up her twisted ankle. There was always a tension between them ever since the week before when Leonardo, accidentally, made a sexual innuendo about what they were doing and Y/n completely lost it in hysterics. Ever since then, Leonardo kept his distance yet he couldn't get her laugh out of his head. It played on repeat, taunting and teasing him every time she crossed his mind, which recently, had been more than normal.
He had finished wrapping her ankle and helped her to her feet when she buckled and he caught her tight against his chest. Her body thrummed to life against him and he never noticed how good she smelled until that moment. That moment was when everything changed. She just had to look up at him with those big e/c eyes and he lost it. He didn't know what came over him and only realized what he was doing when he felt her tongue slip past his lips and into his mouth. He had never felt so hungry in his life. The taste of her against his lips, the way her arms wound tight around his neck as he careened forward and before either of them knew it, he had her on top of the medical cot, her shirt ripped and was latched onto her breasts pulling moans, one after another from her.
That was it.
That was the beginning of something…temporary?
They continued to see each other, either at the lair to 'practice' or her place to 'go over work out regimens.' Those were their agreed upon excuses. What they had was exactly that, theirs. It was a stress relief, both being 'top dogs' in their professions and with those roles came a lot of stress and what better way to relieve such stressors than confiding, intimately, with a trusted friend?
Friends.
Friends with benefits.
That is what had been agreed upon the first time she had gone down on him after a particularly bad patrol night and he ended up in her apartment well past four in the morning. She had patched him up, listened to his frustrations and helped him realize that yes, he was allowed to feel things, and not embody the mannerisms of a robot. She taught him it was okay to express what he wanted through both words and actions. Which was how he learned that he enjoyed the feeling of someone else being in control. He learned this about himself after a few heated kisses and she had ended up between his spread knees, her glorious tongue swirling around his tip before shocking him by slapping his heavy cock against her lips only to swallow him with a tight, warm, wet suck.
He had willingly given her control.
After that, they started to text and call each other almost every night and after two months of meeting at all hours of the night, they finally did it. They had sex. It had been rough, hot, and raw in all meanings of the word. They had gotten into an argument and she had hung up on him and there was no way that Leonardo was going to let that slide. Instead, he waited until after patrol and broke from the pact, claiming he needed peace when in actuality he was about to confront the woman who had plagued his every thought for the past two months. Who did she think she was to hang up on me like that? I just want to protect her and she goes out and—
Leonardo's inner monologue had been cut short when he caught her near naked form in the mirror as he landed on her bedroom balcony. It had been the first time he'd seen her naked, well, near naked as the only thing she had been wearing was navy blue lace panties that cupped her ass just right.
Something in him flipped that night, he wasn't sure what had come over him but he had let himself in and stood behind her in front of the mirror. Her shocked eyes shifted sultry with a cock of her hips and a smirk before they fell into a heated mess of teeth, tongue and tension. They devoured each other. He had her against her mirror that night, his first time suspended in his arms as her hips rocked to a rhythm he quickly picked up on and he went until both were completely spent. Her body had been pressed so tightly against the mirror that the glass quaked under his thunderous thrusts and her hot flesh fogged the mirror. Sweat dripped from her brow and he kissed it as it fell against her cheek before claiming her again and again and again. Nothing was left and over an hour later they fell into a heap on the floor. It had been the first time he spent the night away from home. As he woke with her in his arms he had come to realize that, this time, she had given him control.
She had willingly given him control.
He'd never admit it to her, but when he headed home in the early sun he all but dove into a heap of hot morning trash to dampen her smell to distract his brothers from thinking exactly what, unbeknownst to him, they already knew where and who he had been with.
Tonight was like any other, they were ravenous the second he landed on her balcony and she pulled him in by the leather strap across his wide chest.
"Yes," she moaned into his mouth, detaching her tongue from his, "only temporary." Her words teased the bruised flesh of his lips as her nails dug into the base of his skull before his mask was untied and quickly forgotten as he attacked her lips again. Pushing her a little harder against the refrigerator door, the handle digging into her shoulder yet she couldn't find it in herself to care. Her skin was so soft, so fucking hot. The sound of cloth tearing echoed through her small kitchen, her nipples hardening with instant chill before his large mouth slotted over her exposed breast. He needed her closer and in two beats of his thundering heart he had her scooped up and deposited on the edge of her kitchen island, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, her toes hooking into his loosened shorts and pushing them down past his hips until they made a dull thud against the floor. He approved with a growl, his hot cock pressing into her still clothed pussy and—
"No, this won't do," his tone deep which caused a sweat of anticipation to sweep across her skin. It should be illegal with how his words could be her undoing. All he needed to do was look at her with those ocean blues and say her name and she'd do his bidding. No questions asked.
"How do you—Uhn!" Her words swallowed as he attached to her throat, palming her breast as the other wrapped around her waist and thrusted his throbbing erection over the bunched up fabric of her pencil skirt.
"H-how do you w-want me, Sensei?" Her eyes twinkled with mischief as his entire body went ridged, his eyes going wide as the realization of her words sunk in. She had called him Sensei. He was her sensei. Hers. Sensei. She watched in fascination as his eyes bloomed into a deep sapphire and his only answer was a deep churr, the sound he only recently allowed her to witness and it only made her want him more. Suddenly he had her flipped, her breasts pressed into the cool granite of the counter top while she felt his hand skim up the back of her thigh. Her pencil skirt was pushed up as he ripped the thong away from her body with the use of his teeth and then without warning, he slapped her ass with a resounding smack. He'd never done that before but before he could backtrack and apologize, shocked by his actions, her ass shimmied and the words, "again Sensei," fell from her lips and with zero hesitation, he fell into a pattern of three hits to each cheek before placing a nip against her soft flesh of her ass, kissing away the sting that she desperately wanted more of.
He knew how to play her body, their trysts had become effortless, there was little to no guessing at what they expected from each other.
Which is why she was face down, ass up with Leonardo's expert tongue pushing into her as he dove between her essence slicked thighs from behind. He didn't care in the slightest that he was on his knees behind this gorgeous woman and licking her as if he's never tasted water so quenching. Her moans echoed through the kitchen with pleas of more broken up by 'yes, more, uhn!' He hummed in acceptance as he adjusted her hips to devour her further. This was by far one of his favorite places, right here, between her soft thighs and drinking up his favorite flavor.
He repeated his onslaught of slaps until his handprint was imprinted on each cheek before allowing them both the much needed relief of sinking deeply into her warm cunt. After the first two, slow, deep thrusts, she produced his mask from her fisted grip and motioned for him to tie her wrists behind her back. He couldn't believe he was living out one of his fantasies and she had been the one to suggest it. After the knot had been tied he couldn't help but admire his work. His signature blue mask held her delicate wrists together in a semi-tight wrap which he used as a much needed handle as he barreled into her in steady, deep strokes. Her hips quaking and smacking just below the edge of the granite counter top left her delirious. She was certain that by morning she'd be covered in marks as evidence of their continued trysts.
She moaned at the idea of being marked by his bruises as his hips picked up, slapping against the flesh of her ass. Her tied wrists were gripped in one of his skilled hands while the other cupped the junction of where her throat met her shoulder. His controlled touch and rhythmic sound of his hips slapping against her slick skin caused her eyes to roll and a grin to spread across her face before she felt the familiar tingle allowing her to know she was about to come.
"Fu—fuck me, Lee—," at her wistful command his hips slowed by a fraction as he adjusted his hips which caused hers to angle just right where he was hitting every delicious spot deep within her with accuracy.
"Fu—ck! Ho-how are you so," the words moaned out as the hand at her shoulder moved to fasten around her throat which caused a resounding 'oh shi—t,' to leave her lips before she attempted to buck back against him.
"how are you so good at fu—fucking me!" Her cries were quickly silenced by his thumb pushing past her lips, allowing her to focus on sucking him for all that he was worth as he pounded into her from behind.
He didn't answer her but with the way he adjusted their position was enough of an answer for her but he decided to allow her a real explanation.
"Because—," his breath came in pants before a growl and she felt him bend down to place a trail of kisses up her spine before biting down on her shoulder.
"I," a needy pant ghosted over her back, leaving gooseflesh in its wake, "know your body," his kisses began to trail back down her spine, "I've familiarized myself with the way your body responds too," another slap was gifted to her as he nipped the sensitive flesh just below her ribs. A throaty moan escaped from her around his thumb and he instinctively pushed his thumb deeper until he heard a soft choke. His other hand came up to stroke along her crown before gathering up her hair in a fist to pull her body until she was suspended by him, her shoulders hitting the rough texture of his chest plate.
Leonardo began to place kisses over her temple before his hand resumed its place over her throat while the other held her tight against him just above her pelvic bone.
"Because you're mine." His words caused her eyes to shoot open as he thrust two more times and that was all she needed to come completely undone. Her legs quaked against him, her body still suspended between him and the unforgiving granite of the counter yet she's never come so hard in her entire life.
On the come down, her eyes still hazy from reaching so high and the tingle in her legs making her believe she'd not be able to stand on her own if he let her go, she had to ask.
"Am I?" Despite the words being softly whispered, he heard every word and he couldn't help the immediate torment of whether or not he was about to risk their arraignment over some feelings.
He almost joked it away but that had been before he locked eyes with her. Her pupils blew wide as she stared up at him, her body complete mush as he held her tight against him. He knew that in that moment he was as much hers as she was his.
That's how it was.
How it had been.
How it would remain.
Each being the others rock.
The only difference is that, in this moment, and every moment after, they were no longer just 'temporary.'
They were permanent.
Everlasting.