Continuation from my fourth book! (I've reached the limit of 200 parts). Hope you enjoy! Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Favorite songs. Imagines. Sometimes fluff, sometimes smut.
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((A/N) 😂 Nonnie 1: I love you. I love doing things out of spite. Nonnie 2: a smut with a horny, sweating Leo? Count me in. I will always write this a little differently, just to see whether I (and you) like it! ENJOY YOUR SMUT PEOPLE. Before someone tries to mute me again 😂💕)
Imagine working out with your boyfriend Leonardo. You were in the dojo and good God it was warm. That's what you get for dating a cold blooded turtle. They had heaters everywhere including the dojo. Now you were not used to that and started to sweat while just warming up.
Imagine taking off your clothes and only train in your sports bra and panties. You've been dating for a while now, he's seen you naked before, that's no big deal. Also, the door was locked so that no one would interrupt you.
Imagine doing yoga with him. given the fact you're not good at freestyle you just use a video found on youtube. Leo is not so good at it either - he's more the material arts type of guy - so he does have to focus on the video too. Not without re-adjusting himself, rolling his as and groaning a little here and there. Yoga is more difficult than it looks okay? He has the strength, but the stretching and downward dog? Hell no.
Imagine doing said downward dog and struggling. You tried your hardest to keep everything in place, to stretch without hurting yourself and still do it right. There's no need to force yourself to look perfect but you at least wanted a good start. In between keeping the pose and looking at the screen you started to sweat. Leo however was more focused on you. The way you did that downward dog, the way your butt was in the hair. That juicy, well formed butt. He knew it was wrong and that you should be working out but he couldn't help.
Imagine Leo getting up and you not noticing it at first. You thought he was tired, re-adjusting himself or just trying another pose. No. He got up to stand behind you. To pull your hips a little further up, against himself. You could immediately feel that bulge between his legs, pressing into you. You asked him what he was doing, that you needed to focus on the video but he wasn't listening. He started to slowly trace your thighs, your belly and ended on your breasts. It's the way he touched you that send shivers down your spine. Your head told you to just keep going with yoga but your heart and body wanted him.
Imagine him pulling your panties away, just enough for him to enter you. Why did this turn you on so much? It's should be awkward, after all you were still in a goddamn yoga position. It was his touch, his scent, him. You loved that man with all your heart and only he could make you do those things. You were soaking wet from his touch alone. You signalized him to go on. That was very important to him since he would never do anything you didn't want. Honestly, fuck that yoga, he should fuck you instead. As if he could read your mind he slipped into you. Not full force but gentle and sweet. He knew how big he was and how difficult it was for you to take it all in.
Imagine him pushing his dick slowly into you. Filling you all the way up all the way. Thrusting into you, ever so gently. It took a bunch of restraint to not let the animal out. He wanted to take it slow, maybe just a little tease. He didn't even want to cum inside of you. If both of you wanted to you could continue later on the bed room. Take this as an appetizer. Just some little, spontaneous, deep sex.
Imagine him thrusting faster into you, moaning your name in pleasure. His voice tends to get deep and raspy once he's in the mood and hearing your name moaned out turned you on even more. You loved everything about this and you loved gentle Leo. The one who's careful not to hurt you, the one who asks you if you're okay.
Imagine him pulling out of you just before you could cum. He stood up and lift you up with him. He didn't need to talk for you to understand what he wanted. Leo always felt safer in his own room. The one that wasn't in the middle of the lair where everyone could hear you.
