Forever a citrus scale user

It starts with a simple question, a small fixation you’ve had when it comes to Donatello and your rapidly growing crush on him.

It’s a silly question, possibly even a comical one, but nevertheless an interesting one.

You’re both in his room, the ever changing LED lights accompanying the two of you while music drones out of his speakers. Inside the nook he barely sleeps in but still smells of him. Opposite each other, with your foot buried beneath his strong legs because you’re easily cold. That small detail of having Donnie’s hand resting close to your ankle making you smile.

Being best friends naturally meant that all manner of conversations have been had. Fun topics, curiosities of life and even some personal things you wouldn’t actually discuss with just anybody.

So you ask it,

“What’s a must have song in a sex playlist” You grin, wondering if this might be the time you both reach a TMI moment, but Donnie doesn’t disappoint. “I believe the mood is a big factor there, there is no sole correct answer” He throws back with a knowing smile. You slip your feet from under his thigh and opt out to prop them up on his lap, and on auto pilot he grabs them giving the soles of your feet a squeeze.

“Define mood? mood for sex is pretty straightforward and there’s gotta be a must have on said sex playlist” You retort back, enjoying how he just starts massaging your feet. “True but what I’m referring more is the mood of the moment, is it a loving mood? A kinky mood?” You wiggle your toes when he catches a ticklish spot. His answer absolutely delights you so you prod just a little more.

“Ok follow up, you’ve got a girl on your bed and she’s got the hots for you, what are you playing to set the mood just right?” You lean back, proud of yourself with the sheepish smile Donnie sports, making him flush was one of your favorite past times.

“Depends, is this girl kinky? Is she vanilla?” He pushes up his glasses when you make an ‘oh’ sound. “I think you like vanilla girls” You enunciate your statement by poking him with your foot.

“Y/n I’m seriously hurt, all this time as friends and you think vanilla girls are my favorite?” He shook his head with a snort.

“Donatello well I’ll be, we gotta circle back to that in a bit. So final answer, what are you playing when this hypothetical girl is giving you bedroom eyes?” You found his gaze, a shy smile gracing his features. Donnie leaned over plucking a tablet from his many little Knick knacks in the nook. He scrolled for a bit, swiping his finger upwards before a pleased look appeared on his face.

The familiar bass beat made your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Streets by Doja Cat? Really?” He nodded placing the tablet back in its stand. “Don’t approve?” He asked, you shook your head. “Au Contraire, I’d jump anybodies bones who’d play that to set the mood” The two of you looked at one another, Donnie eyes carefully scanning over your features, assessing a mile a minute in that brilliant mind of his.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” He followed the tip of your tongue sneaking out before you bit down on your bottom lip.

“Depends. Are you seducible?” You felt his hands run down your feet, gripping your ankles.

Donnie moved your legs, scooting closer to you with an unreadable expression. You didn’t register holding your breath until you reached for his glasses. Setting them aside you inched closer towards his lips. Donnie closed the remaining space, catching your lower lip between his lips, he kissed softly chastely leaving you somewhat hanging for what you hoped would be a deep kiss.

“You’re such a needy baby” His smile spread and you felt your heart skip a beat.

Oh. So that’s how he wanted to play.

You were ready to crash your lips onto his but felt his hand wrap around your throat, the way your pupils dilated only made him chuckle softly. “Call me vanilla again” His thumb caressed your throat, the sensation soothing but only making your stomach flip flop on itself. You were about to let another sass laced comment fall from your lips when his hand slid up, cupping your chin, rubbing the pad of his thumb across your lips.

God if he didn’t jump you by now you were going to scream.

“Donnie-“ He slid said thumb into your mouth and on command your eyes closed, where the fuck and how the fuck was he being this cocky and sure of himself?

Feeling the bed dip and said digit in your mouth disappear your eyes shot open. Donnie was pleased as punch with how stricken you looked. You bit the inside of your cheeks, pressing your thighs together. Time to level the playing field. You smoothed out your skirt, sitting up better to entice him with your legs.

“Chicken” You smirked.

“You can do better than that, Y/n” Donnie made sure the space was safe and no interruptions would take place, he toned down the colors of the lights. For a fraction the air of cockiness left him. “Are sure about this? Do you want to keep going?” Ever the gentleman, you gave your answer by hooking your fingers in his belt loops and tugging him closer. You backed up into the nook, Donnie knelt on the bed, astride your hips, eyes focused on taking in the details he’d often fantasized about.

“You already know how this one will end” You ran a hand up that hard plastron, the sensation making you curious, gently you placed open mouthed kisses. You felt him inhale deeply as you slowly undid the button of his pants. His hand came to rest behind your hair, digging into the scalp as you continue your trail of kisses.

“This your plan all along?” You snapped off his suspenders. “Too obvious I’ve been wanting to fuck my best friend silly?” Donnie swallowed, hands untying his signature mask, he tugged you down onto his bed, he’d never seen an image so beautiful and right. Without hesitation his hands cupped your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt. He buried his face between them, all tension rolling off those broad shoulders in shuddering breaths. “You smell perfect” Came his muffled reply between your breast. You raised your hips, trying to find some friction which Donnie was happy to provide with a roll of his hips.

That felt big, that felt way too good. “I feel better I can assure you” That definitely caused a deep churr to vibrate from within him. Explorations can be resumed for another time, right now you wanted him to feel the mess he had caused with such simple touches and words. Somewhere around breathing each others hard gasps, you felt your skirt being pushed up, as you nudged his pants further down with your foot. Donnie was super glued to your lips, even as hands explored, cupping, grabbing, running along the product of his torture.

With a plead that you pressed against his throat you felt Donnie throw your leg over his hip, your hand disappearing between the two of your to guide his hard slick cock to your aching core. There on your sides you met eyes as he pushed into you so deliberately slow, not just to not hurt you but to watch that very second where your gaze comprehended the sensation of him. Your knuckles ran the edges of his shell before landing at his neck. Each thrust sending waves of dizzying pleasure.

Donnie pressed his forehead against yours, that cockiness replaced by pure bliss, mouth agape and eyes shut tight as he moved with each of your wanton sounds. “Donnie look at me, want you to look at me when you cum” Your voice trembled when his eyes fluttered open and you saw such a debauched display. This time you grinned breathless as you wrapped a hand around his neck. “Yes, just like that baby, for me come on” You moaned when his hips began to stutter ruthlessly.

Kissing Donnie as he started to cum was possibly going to be your favorite thing from now on. He went to limp against you but still kept a bruising hold on you as he filled you up and made you so warm. Running the tips of your finger across his cheek you saw that sated smile appear. Slowly disentangling you he slid down moving your legs apart, and already you knew that there was no stoping this.

Training to fight had never been in your cards. Sure you’d dablled in the idea of taking a self defense class here or there but I had never really planned out.

Queue your crazy current life with four mutant terrapins, who just so happened to be fighting experts.

What had transpired in the last couple of months felt like a bizarre dream. You were actually getting good at it, holding your own against a few friendly spars even if you knew they were holding back.

Regardless of, you sat cross legged on the floor rolling your shoulder until a harsh pop rang out. Donnie whistled placing his practice staff on the wall of weapons. “Somebody isn’t properly stretching before training” He turned to look at you, arms crossing with a knowing smile.

“Hey hey I stretch! I just whacked you a little harder than I thought, which by the way-“ You got up, knees lap protesting and made your way towards him. Donnie had a spot of blood on his jaw, your nail had knicked him, nothing life threatening surely healing already. “Got you there didn’t I?” You eyed him with a michevious spark behind your gaze.

Donnie bit his bottom lip, he leaned down close to you. “Kiss it better?” His voice was low, those gorgeous brown eyes of his sweeping across your lips.

Who were you to say no?

You pressed your lips near the cut, letting your lips slide across his jaw line before pressing against his lips. You gripped the lip of his plastron to steady yourself as you slowly molded your lips against his. Those massive hands coming to rest on your hips before they sneakily slipped to grip your rear. You licked his bottom lip, tugging it with your teeth before finishing off with a tender chaste kiss.

“Better?” You spoke against his lips, yours still tender.

Another year on this earth didn’t use to mean much to you.

Another year, another chapter, another set of characters.

But that all had changed, it wasn’t just another chapter with another array of people coming and going. You had a little family of misfits and within that family you had found Donatello.

It felt cheesy but true love really was a thing and it just so happened to be wrapped up in a 6”8 terrapin who happened to do some crime fighting on the side. Needless to say, being with was an experience.

With having a steady boyfriend it also meant that birthdays weren’t uneventful as they used to be. Between the thoughtful home made gifts and sweet gestures, Donnie never failed to deliver.

And he never failed to deliver in other departments.

Because somewhere around him wishing you a happy birthday and setting a cute little cake on the table for you, you’d ended up kissing him as if life itself depended on it.

Which brought you right now to your current state. Half undressed, sprawled out on the table with an equally half undressed Donatello driving into you. He had every intention of testing out of your dining table could really handle the power behind his thrusts. Just as you heard the spoons you were going to use to eat the cake clatter down k to the ground, you lifted your legs just a tad more to have that length of his really hit spots. The table made another prostrating sound but you were too close to bother.

You don’t attest for Donnie growling, pulling out and picking you with an ease that never fails to amuse you. He doesn’t set you down gently on the kitchen counter, he spreads your legs again with a firm shove of his hip and with a lick to his palm he coats his cock and drives into you once more.

More things fall and crash but you honest to the gods could give less than two shits.

The two of you could vandalize the apartment with how clouded both your minds are.

Donnie grips your waist, firm and with every intention of leaving some finger sized bruises on your flesh. You watch him, absolutely taken with the image of this sweet and good natured nerd, just fucking you. Because that’s what he’s doing, that’s exactly the message he delivers when he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls back. The pressure is exquisite, the way Donnie is looking down at you with lust, you whine for him. He kisses you, tongue swirling against your own possessively and at this rate your skills are gone.

That crescendo wants to hit, Donnie still has a grip on your locks and churrs out something that sounds like ‘for me’ and it ruins you so easily. Couple that with the way he’s thrusting he keeps rubbing up against your sensitive clit. “L-Look at me” He barely gets the words out, feeling your walls clamp down on him so tightly that he cums. Donnie spills into you with a moan that intertwines with yours, and through it all you obey his command to keep your eyes on him. His grip loosens around your hair, forehead resting against your own as he lazily fucks the last of himself into you.

There’s a disarray of cutleries and other (thankfully not glass) items around the two of you, including a tipped over chair and your underwear on the cake. You both breath hard, you more naturally and it takes a few solid blinks for the mush inside your head to clear.

Between how unplanned it was and how rough it was, you feel like the human sized version of jelly. Donnie admires how ravished you look, how you lay against and propped up by the wall, a slight tremor setting on the muscle of your thigh when you try moving it. He runs an affectionate hand over your most intimate (and still conjoined) area and smiles. “Happy birthday” He says a little cheeky but hints of that shyness he’s known for slipping through.

Your still catching up with your lungs when you raise a tired brow at him. “Next time you wanna think about fucking me that good, I’m calling my lawyer” You pathetically jam a finger at his chest which makes him snort. He pulls out slowly, enjoying the burn but never the absence of him.

But then he’s kneeling down, perfectly leveled with your cunt and the mess he’s left.

“Guess I’m ready to get sued, cause I’m not leaving tonight... or tomorrow... or the next day” Donnie gives the sensitive little nub between your lips a teasing lick.

He was saying the entire weekend with you...

“Oh Jesus Christ you’re going to kill me” Your leg shook as he licks a long and slow line throw your folds.

“Only in the ways that matter, only in the ways that-“ He buries his face between your legs and you can already hear your neighboring filing a noise complaint.