I wanted you to be my first ♡
Short thirst of their first time with f!reader!
Warnings: 18+ / MDNI / suggestive / Ninja guys are 20-21 and so is reader / general verses leaned a bit towards Bayverse / overall pretty soft
He's supposed to be in control, know the rules, tame the game... he's supposed to, but this is something so very new, and so exhilarating he scarcely thinks straight.
"I've never done this before," you pant after breaking the kiss, slipping a ghostly touch down his shell.
Leo bites down a groan. Your eyes are glossy and your lips swollen, puffy from making out. It doesn't seem fair to keep playing cool.
“Well, neither have I,” he admits, averting his gaze. His dick twitches, pleading him to grind on you, but he refrains.
Gently, your hands cup his cheeks as you make him turn. The heat in his face is lovely and evident. "Let's try together. Here, touch me."
Be gentle, he thinks. Slow, not too fast, don't scare her. Don't hurt her…
"Fuck, like that," you breathe, nails digging into his shell, scratching.
He groans near your throat, and the sound echoes on the crock of your neck, causing you to clench. He moans at the feeling.
“No, no I’m f-fine,” you barely say before closing your eyes, allowing the slow heat in your core to settle, filling you. "Move."
Raphael growls, using all the self-control he's got to refrain from thrusting too harshly. He pulls you toward his plastron, hugging you back, your legs open further to accommodate him. So close like this, you feel complete as much as he does.
“Shit, doll, you’re so tight,” Raph manages right after a soft groan. “It feels so good."
You're grinding on top of him, arms around his neck. The soft beat of your heart is intimately snug to him. The soft mutters of little moans pour into your mouth as you drink them.
"I want to go further tonight," you whisper, forehead over his own.
Donatello swallows hard. "Are you sure?"
Donnie adjusts his glasses, nervously. "Yes," he breathes, perhaps a bit too desperate. "but- but we can stop anytime if you change your mind."
Your lips curl upright, hands cupping his cheeks. "I love you,"
"Tell me if it hurts," Mikey asks as the lines with you.
After some tentative rubs, he slips in, slowly. Your breath hitches, hand fisting the covers. He's big, a bit too much.
"Should I stop? You can tell me, it's okay."
It brings a smile to your face. "I'm good, keep going."
Mikey stares at you just enough to make sure you mean it before thrusting in. "Relax, close your eyes,"
His lips graze your cheek. He did a fine job preparing you but it still stings. Can't be helped, you suppose, just dealt with. You breathe, allowing your body to adjust to his size.
"I'm gonna make you feel so good... so- mn, you're tight."
"Hurts?" you rush, worriedly.
"No," Mikey breathes, trying his best not to come just by the warmth of your walls. "No, it's- it's so good, angel. You feel so good,"
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