Swearwords & Shenanigans

- The one to wait in the dead of night, when it's all quiet and you're close to sleepiness, to slip the blanket off you. He wants to hear just you and only you, nobody to interrupt, nothing to interfere

- Feather light touches, fingers petting and trying to feel the shape of you through your panties. It's torture when all that's separating him and you is a piece of fabric. Leo is more fingers than mouth when it comes to oral, at least to begin with. He likes playing with his food, essentially

- The type to tuck your underwear to the side and dip a finger through your folds. This is when he really gets into it, and finally he'll bend down use his mouth

- He's kissing around and on your clit, lavishing it with his tongue every other kiss, meanwhile his finger is pushing into you to pull out slick and pet your folds again. His free hand is on one thigh, pushing it as far it'll let, thumb rubbing soothing circles over the trembling muscle

- You finish when he wants you to, and that's when he finally sets a steady rhythm. Closing his mouth over your clit and upping the pace of his hand, watching you crash and letting your thigh go to wrap around him

- The type to corrall you into your bedroom or the bathroom, a big hand gripping your rear end. Raph is on the complete opposite spectrum and is purely desperate

- The one to rip your panties off, not like a barbarian, but you can hear them stretch and a seam rip when he snatches them over your hips

- Face down, ass up, he's here to run his tongue over all of it and this is the best way to get it all. His hands are purely there to push the fat of your thighs and ass apart for better access. He's all mouth, it's wet, messy, and the sounds make your toes curl.

- This is face reddening, but he loves how you smell, and will bury his snout in to get the full experience. It doesn't matter if you're freshly showered or sweaty, he's kind of nasty, huffing while he's licking through your folds like an ice cream

- It'd be a miracle you hadn't came already by the time he's ready to wrap it up, hands kneading your hips and dragging you back while he fucks you with his tongue. Raph wants to feel you clench and taste it first hand

- The kind to ask you sweetly if he can taste you, and you could be loafing on the couch with major bed head. This is a sign that he finds you very adorable right now and this is the only way he can satiate that cuteness aggression

- Unwraps you almost like a gift, gently pulling your panties down your leg before bundling them up and tucking them somewhere for safe keeping. This is where he takes the time to run his hands up and down your legs

- Donnie is the one to make you hold your legs up and apart, just so he can take his own and reeeaaallly explore. His favorite thing in the world is to spread your lips open and see the pretty pink. His stare almost makes you want to clamp your legs shut

- Very precise with his tongue, pointing it and swirling patterns, like writing out love letters for you. He starts right at your hole, dipping for a taste, before dragging up the really sensitive, practically untouched, parts of you

- It's very drawn out, and you're sweaty and panting, begging to finish when he finally gives grace. That methodical, precise touching is dropped in favor of opening his mouth and ravishing you with the flat of his tongue, one if the hands keeping you pulled apart finds it's way pumping into you until you're clenching (And YES, he's gonna pull back to see you clench through your orgasm)

- The guy to do it anywhere, happily, eagerly. Take him where you want him and press down on his shoulders, he'll give you what you want

- Mikey tugs your panties halfway down, forgetting them at your knees in favor to press his face right between your legs and place sloppy kisses. You've gotta kick them off somehow while he's moaning at the first taste of you

- Messy and unfiltered and just ready to please, he's panting against you as he tries to tilt his head and stick his tongue inside you. His hands are groping, one tugging your hips in whatever position necessary while the other is tucking into your bra

- Out if them all he enjoys it the most. His hips are twitching in tandem with his mouth, you both moan when he sucks your clit. It's like crack for him, the way you taste

- Overstimulates you to the point of spots in your vision, eyes unfocused and pupils blown wide, he's in la la land when you get the strength to take your hand and push him away. Ignore the dark spot on his shorts

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It had been far too long since he had a partner in his arms. She had been eyeing him for weeks, but he couldn’t risk assuming what her curious stares were for. He got stared at all the time. He was one of the tall, green-skinned mutants that lived in the colony, and he and his brothers stood out among the inhabitants that were mostly humans.

She had been eyeing him at mealtimes and whenever he ended up in her workspace, which had been happening more and more often. Did he actually need to go into the armory and check parts multiple times a day? No. Was anyone going to stop him or tell him off? Also no. Did he use the extra time to catch her eye and wink at her? Absolutely. After subtly inviting her to “assist him with important weapon maintenance” in his private workshop, he quickly assessed her staring was exactly what he had hoped it was.

Now he had her up on a workbench, his hand in her open denims, his mouth on her neck. Her fingers clung to his muscular arms as she moaned in breathy pants. Donatello growled as he watched her open mouth make a continuous stream of sounds. She was so vocal for him. Sweet, delicious sounds of lusty pleasure. He’d missed this so much.

“Yeah, you like that? Is this what you’ve been wanting? You could have just asked. Making us both wait,” he huffed near her ear before moving his lips over the side of her throat again. With incredible self-control, he refrained from nipping her soft skin. Instead, he kissed her and focused on her responses to the way he touched her wet folds. Teasing her, he waited until she was close before pressing one of his thick digits inside of her. He was rewarded with a sharp gasp, followed by a deep moan as her eyes flew open and met his.

“Oh, fuck,” she hissed, her fingers gripping his arm tighter, arching up off the workbench as she felt him begin to move his crooked finger in and out of her.

Donatello ate up her noises. He loved how powerful this made him feel. Having a cute woman writhing before him and knowing it was all because of him was the serotonin hit he had been missing for a while. “You’re doing so well, dove,” he cooed at her, watching her jerk and squirm on the mess of papers beneath her. He kept his pace slow, teasing her more, keeping her on the edge.

“Please,” she gasped, her eyes fluttering open to meet his again briefly.

Donatello smirked, “Please what?”

“Please, I want it. Give it to me,” she moaned back, her hands pawing at his arms.

“You’ll have to be specific,” he purred back. Donatello couldn’t have any question about what she wanted. Mutant-human relationships were highly discouraged in the colony as is, and he didn’t need to get in trouble for assuming anything. He needed her explicit consent before he’d continue. She’d already begged him to touch her and tugged his hand to her pants. Donatello also wanted to hear her wet lips ask for it. “What do you want, dove?” he asked a bit firmer.

She swallowed hard and said, “I want you to fuck me.”

They both felt his hips snap forward and back. It had been too long. He inhaled sharply through his nostrils and grounded himself.

“As you wish, my dear,” he said, slipping his hand from her sex and pants.

She softly whimpered at the loss.

Carefully removing her pants and underwear, Donatello tossed them aside. One hand moved to open his own pants, shoving them and his black shorts down his powerful thighs. The other hand gripped her by the hip and pulled her closer until she was slightly off the edge of his workbench that happened to be exactly the right height for this. He’d made sure of it beforehand.

He eyed her wet sex before leaning over her again. “You felt how big my finger was, but that was just a finger,” he murmured, both hands gripping her hips now. He gave her a squeeze as if to remind her. “The easiest way this is going to work is if I drop inside of you,” he explained.

“Drop?” she whispered back, sounding confused.

Donatello ground himself briefly against her, letting his swollen slit rub against hers and let out a soft grunt. She moaned back. He didn’t care if she didn’t completely understand. She soon would. It had been far, far too long. His self-control was beginning to slip.

“Ready, dove? Ready for me to fill you?” Donatello asked in a ragged voice.

“Please,” she whimpered again, trying to rock against him again, but his large hands held her still.

Tugging her closer, one hand spreading her sex a bit more, he lined himself up against her. The hand on her hip pressed her down into the wooden tabletop. He had to get this right the first time or they’d both slowly struggle. It had been a while since he’d done this, but he still knew how. Finally letting go, he dropped his swelling erection right into her wet cunt. A deep groan of satisfaction and relief poured from his throat.

She grabbed the edge of the workbench with one hand and ended up with a fistful of papers and pencils in the other. Arching high off the desk, her eyes were wide as her open mouth warbled a loud, strangled sound. Her legs closed against his hips and slowly opened again. She’d never felt anything like this before. He’d filled her, but continued to swell and grow inside of her.

Donatello opened his eyes when he felt his thick organ finish swelling. It felt so good to be inside another again. He saw the surprised look on her face and chuckled softly as she got used to his size. Grateful that she wasn’t wincing, he kissed at her neck again and distracted her with tender touches all over her soft body. “Perfect,” he whispered, “Oh you’re doing so well, dove.” When she began to relax, he began to move.

It took two shallow, testing thrusts for her to finally succumb to the pleasure he’d been teasing up since she’d gotten into his workshop. She cried out and gasped for air as her heart raced and her sex throbbed around him.

Watching the woman thrash and come undone on his cock made Donatello smirk and huff. He held her still and continued to pump in and out of her. “That’s it, dove, tell me how good it feels,” he growled, his gleaming eyes watching her every move.

As Donatello fucked her, cautiously getting more and more rough, the woman continued to noisily moan, pant, and occasionally squeal before him. His flared head rubbed her insides like nothing had before, and she trembled before him on the workbench. Her head tossed from side to side and her hands gripped the table and his arms on and off. When she put one arm over her flushed face, Donatello moved it back down.

“None of that. I need to see you,” he said, his voice rough with pleasure.

She blushed even more, eyes opening for a moment to see his face above her, the wild look in his eyes. “Oh, fuck,” she warbled, biting her lower lip before panting again.

Donatello felt his own climax build. He usually lasted far longer than this, but it had been ages, and he’d been patiently preparing in the hopes that she would be receptive to him. He was so glad she was. His uniquely shaped head flared more, the fleshy points swelling in preparation of his orgasm.

With a deeper tone, he asked, “Where do you want it, dove?” His hips continued to snap back and forth, thrusting into her throbbing sex.

She struggled to answer and moaned, “Give it to me,” in a very slurred sounding voice.

“Where?” Donatello asked again louder, his teeth gritted.

“Fill me up!” she cried out, feeling him swell inside her even more. She shook and gripped at the table again. She could feel his grip tightening on her hips.

Picking up the pace again, Donatello thanked his lucky stars and leaned over her, huffing against her skin, losing himself in her. “Take it all then,” he growled before pulling her closer, rutting her hard and finally cumming deep inside of her with a loud cry of his own as she cried out with him, arching and shaking again.

Slumped over her, supporting himself with one arm, the pair panted, still joined at the hips. Blinking slowly, Donatello savored the cocktail of feel-good chemicals in his brain. Having a warm body beneath him was far better than any toy or invention. He churred softly, barely audible, as he lingered and nuzzled her neck. Giving her a quick nip, he finally straitening slowly. He touched the side of her flushed face gently with one finger.

“Your new position will be here with me now,” he said matter-of-factly, “I needed a new assistant, and I believe your competency, high capacity for knowledge, and proper ‘weapon maintenance techniques’ will serve the colony better here than working in the armory.”

The woman huffed and looked up at her new boss with half-lidded eyes. “And what weapon will I be maintaining?” she asked, sounding winded still.

Donatello grinned a wide, toothy smile. He chuckled, “Why dove, me, of course.”

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