Mikey

The two of you never got along well, for some reason the orange turtle’s excessive energy and insistence that you join in on ridiculous things just irked you. He equally disliked you downing on his fun, finding the way you rolled your eyes at his antics and your sarcastic quips irritating beyond belief; he felt like you were judging him for every little thing he was doing, whether that be eating or playing a game or training.

Mikey is utterly frustrated by your lack of amusement with him. The intensity of your gaze makes him feel perceived, and he hates it. You dislike his disregard for cleanliness on occasion, the messiness he’s prone to pisses you off, especially when you don’t particularly enjoy sitting on crumb covered surfaces. Mikey loathes the way you’re so friendly with his brothers, but seem to have an issue with him and only him. Deep down it’s based on insecurity, he’s afraid of being perceived as creepy or gross and constantly tries to put himself in the ‘harmless’ role; Mikey tries to be the one all about fun and if people dislike him he feels a weird sort of anxiety about it.

Despite trying to disregard it, Mikey is affected by the idea and gets into his head to the point where it amplifies the perceived negative feelings you have towards him. The tension bubbles up and eventually, you’re put in a very charged situation…

Mikey stormed into the room after you, huffing in frustration. You weren’t even listening to him. You took one look at him and dismissed him as beneath you, as though he were something you’d found on the bottom of your shoe and you wanted to throw away the pair.

“Mikey, quit fucking following me. I told you, I don’t need you accusing me of shit.”

“Accusing? Dude, I’m literally trying to have a conversation like a normal person. You’re the one making it hard to.”

“You’re so- no I’m not!” You scoffed at him, crossing your arms and glaring at him with that look he despised so much. Mikey took some steps closer, throwing his arms up to emphasise his irritation and his helplessness. He pointed at you.

“See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You never liked me from the start, you suck the fun out of everything. I’m just trynna chill and you come along and-and- make that face at me. Well. Forgive me if my kinda fun is not to your liking, your highness.” He sarcastically titled you, putting on a mocking accent. You groaned, looking at him with such disdain that he took another step forward to get right in your face and glare back.

“This is what I hate about you. You make everything about the way you see things. A look? Really? I mean, seriously, how the fuck is that a reason to hate me?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing, brah.”

“Shut up. Could you just shut it for a single second? All you do is get in my face and get in my way and make shit up about some sorta look. You’re so annoying. God, I didn’t find you that annoying at first but lately you’ve been driving me up a fucking wall.”

Mikey took another step closer. Both of you were breathing hard. Somewhere in his gaze he looked wounded, like your words had struck a sore spot. You hadn’t hated him at first. Fuck. The way you were looking at him now made him feel heady and stupid and annoyed and sad and suddenly he was kissing you, pushing you up against the wall and caging you in. You were kissing back.

Mikey rolled his hips, the thick stretch of his cock stirring your insides and producing the most obscene squelches. You were on your back on top of his bed, sheets crumpled beneath you. The tension between the two of you had built to a point where it had bypassed angry sex. Mikey was whimpering at the feel of your warm, tight pussy clamping down around the length of his dick, his arms were shaking and he could barely hold himself up on top of you. You were moaning into the crook of his neck. He’d been dribbling precum from his tip before he’d even pushed an inch into you and you could feel the creamy swab of his head hitting deep each time he pushed his hips down. Your pussy was soaking, you’d never known you were capable of getting this wet; the pearly semi-translucent liquid had long since coated the insides of your thighs and smeared onto Mikey’s thighs too. And not just his thighs, you were dripping onto his sheets with each slow thrust, shuddering at the feeling of a thousand nerve endings firing at once. You were certain you couldn’t form words if you tried, twitching and bucking your hips up to meet the way he fucked into you.

“Ah- fuck. Pretty. Look at me, pretty. Please, please look at me.” One of Mikey’s hands slid down to cup your face, looking down to watch the way his cock stretched you out as he sank into you before looking back up to your face with a pleading, helpless expression.

“Mi-key- Ohmygod, I” You were slurring your words, drunk off the delicious way his dick filled you up and made your gummy walls squeeze down to glue him to you.

“You don’t hate me now, right? You’re not- not- mad?” Mikey pressed his forehead to yours, screwing his eyes shut and gasping out a moan as he felt your legs try to wrap around him and keep him close.

“No ‘m not mad. ‘M sorry. I wasn- ohhh fuck, I didn’t mean to.” You had tears at the corner of your eyes, clutching onto him for dear life as you felt the pleasure building up in your lower stomach. Mikey felt the way you tensed and your words brought him to the edge so quickly he felt winded. He increased the pace of his thrusts, pounding into your poor, spasming pussy in desperation. You don’t hate him, you didn’t judge him, he hadn’t done anything wrong. You even felt sad about the way he’d held such a negative view of you, sniffling as he fucked you so messily. You didn’t even care about the messiness, too focused on the way his plastron was brushing against your nipples and the sound of his desperate groans. Without warning Mikey slammed right up into you, the friction breaking the delicate tension that had been building in your lower gut and making your walls clamp down hard as you came. He thrusted once, twice, frantic little convulsions. His cum overflowed, dribbling out around where his flushed base was balls deep and onto the sheets below. Panting and tuckered out, he nuzzled into you and kissed the corners of your eyes. It was safe to say the hate had dispersed a little.

Leo

Leo had been skeptical of you ever since you’d been roped in on one of their missions. It had been an accident, but to him you’d handled it recklessly, choosing to fight instead of run and hide the second they’d been able to cover you. 

In Leo’s eyes everything about you is just wrong, you talk back to him, have attitude for days and seem to want to get on his nerves on purpose. He’d even caught you laughing about how uptight he was with Raph, and you hadn’t even had the courtesy to stop when he’d made his presence known with a more than unimpressed look. You had just smirked, tilting your chin up with a smug, amused sort of expression that drove Leo crazy. You never listen.

You hate the way Leo acted like he had a rod permanently up his ass. He had told you off the very first day you’d met, and you’d felt embarrassed and anxious and that humiliated feeling had stuck with you. You hadn’t even done anything wrong. Leo’s pretentiousness pisses you off. Leo finally gets fed up with your brattiness and decides you need some teaching…

“Fuck- you!” You squealed at the way Leo flicked his tongue and latched onto your clit, the leader in blue had been eating you out for the past thirty minutes. You were gushing, unable to move to squeeze your thighs together with the way his heavy hands pushed your legs apart without effort. Leo pulled away, spit soaking your already soaked pussy. Your wetness had dripped down his chin and it glistened, mocking you with its vulgarity.

“Ah-ah. That’s not how you talk to me. Try again.” Leo dipped his head back down, kitten licking your folds before shoving his tongue in your pulsing cunt. The way he slurped at you, attempting to gouge out your insides with his tongue, forcing your thighs apart and stilling even the idea of movement made you whimper and try to wriggle your hips to get him to fuck you with his mouth. You had tears at the corners of your eyes with how long he’d denied you orgasm, your pride had been thoroughly shattered and you were whining his name.

“Leo, Leo, please! You’re so- so mean. You’re always so mean, I hate’t” You clawed at his hand on your thigh, trying to hold it, to get him to be sweet to you for once, to stop being so fucking stern and apologise. Leo spat into your pussy, licking once more to spread the wetness around. He pulled away when he heard your babbling and the way you sounded so teary, brow furrowed in confusion at your words; not once had Leo heard you sound like that, not once in the last half hour had you cracked like this.

“I’m mean? What happened to all the times you’ve treated me like a joke? I’m trying to be a good leader and you…” Leo blew a thin stream of cool air onto your hot, messy pussy as if to try to soothe the overstimulation you were feeling “…you try to argue with me on everything. You do it on purpose.” Leo sounded a little bitter, but he focused on slowly kissing the wet insides of your thighs. He couldn’t be petty. That was so stupid. He was meant to be the mature one, the one in control and yet bitterness bubbled up uncontrollably. You shivered when he blew at you, tendons in your thighs twitching under Leo’s hold.

“You were- were mean first. You got mad at me for- fuck- no reason.”

Leo pressed a sloppy kiss to your clit, causing your hips to buck up as best they could. He frowned. “I did, huh.” He pushed up, slowly kissing up your lower stomach, up your abdomen, in the valley between your tits. A teardrop had broken and rolled down your cheek, you sniffled and squirmed under his firm hold, needy and overwhelmed. Leo breathed out, feeling a little twist in his stomach and not just from the raging hard on he’d been sporting since he tasted you. His dick was throbbing, he’d dropped the second he pried your legs apart and had been painfully hard as he finger fucked you to get you dripping down his wrist. Leo felt his irritation dissipating at the way you looked so vulnerable, and he knew you weren’t lying with how out of character it was for you to act like this. He reached down to slap his cock against your clit a couple times, groaning lowly at how good it felt. You whimpered. He leaned down to kiss your cheek, kiss your temple and find your hand so he could hold it. “I’m sorry. If you were just- ah- acting out in retaliation I can’t blame you. It’s my duty to look out for everyone. I didn’t mean to hurt you, sweets.” You sniffled, wiggling your hips to try to get him inside already. You pulled him close, eyebrows pinched up wantonly as you pressed your lips to his in an open mouthed, heated kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue. Leo slid his tip along your folds, wetting himself with your slick and catching his head in your hole a few times; you both simultaneously moaned as Leo’s reddened, swollen tip slipped in. You gasped when he began to push his hips in, grinding your own in little circles to attempt to fit his length in your sopping pussy. He involuntarily thrusted, accidentally pushing himself all the way in and snapping his hips to connect his base to the hot, sticky mess that was dripping at the base of your cunt; you gasped and moaned into him, tears slipping down your cheeks at how good it felt.

“Oooohgod- Leo-“ you scratched at his arm with your free hand. He held your other hand in his own, an innocent gesture compared to the utterly depraved filth going on where your bodies connected. You gripped his hand tight when he began to move. “I’m shooo- fuck! sorry. I’m sorry for being so difficult, I’ll be good. Gon’ be so good.” Leo just whimpered in response to your words, feeling himself prematurely spurt a little. Yeah, all was definitely forgiven.

Raph

Raph is a hothead and a hardass for the most ridiculous of situations, and your rivalry started when you disagreed on how Leo needed to arrange the patrol rotas. In the end your schedule won out and Raph was left fuming over it. In his mind, you’re just an annoying little obstacle, something that needs to be weeded out. He finds any and all reason to argue with you, hating the way you walk and assert your ridiculous opinions and just you in general.

You find his irrational thinking infuriating, you both argue about the smallest of things. You glare at him more often than not and he tries using his height and size to intimidate you, looming over you and getting all up in your face when he’s angry. You especially hate when he does that and flaunts his size and strength in comparison to you, like he’s trying to make you feel small and weak. You both reach boiling point and things get heated…

Raph had been driving you up the wall all day. All week. All month- in fact, he’d been doing so for more than a month and hadn’t let up. He was petty, rage filled and seemed to think you were his outlet. You hated that. So why were you letting him now drive his dick deep into your guts, your face smushed against the pillows and ass up for him to grab onto? You couldn’t even remember how you got here, one minute you’d been yelling at one another and the next Raph had thrown you onto the nearest bed and pushed you into it. Raph was completely lost in the tightness of your pussy, stuffing you full with his stupidly big dick. He was so big inside you that your gooey walls were struggling to squeeze around him, fluttering helplessly to accommodate the sheer size of him. The red turtle had needed to prep you for god knew how long to even get to this point, and you’d been thoroughly fucked out before he’d even swiped his cock against the flooded mess between your legs. You were drooling into the pillow beneath you, helpless little ‘ah, ah’s torn brokenly from your throat every time Raph moved a centimetre. Raph groaned.

“Look at you. Makin’ me- shit, makin’ me have to go easy, sweetheart.” Raph pushed until the base of his cock was flush with the soaking, stretched entrance of your cunt. You let out a choked half-whine, scrabbling to clutch at something, anything that would ground you.

“Raph!“ You were whimpering. “You’re so big. I hate how you jus’ do that. I hachyou.”

Raph slowly pulled out until his tip was the only thing in your hot pussy. He looked down at the creamy ring around the base and the way his shaft was glossy with your wetness and almost came then and there. Cursing, he sloppily fucked back into you.

“You hate me. Yeah, I h-hate you too. Cocky lil’…” His words were cut off by the way your combined fluids dripped down onto the sheets. He slid one of his large, warm palms to your stomach to stabilise you and in the process felt the outline of his dick. He groaned, eyes wide and thighs shaking. “Fuck, you feel that? Me inside you. Not so high ’n mighty now, are we?” Raph’s hips stuttered and he slid his hand further down to rub at your clit as he rolled his hips into you again.

“I’ve got you right here.”

You were convulsing, two thrusts away from cumming on him. Your stomach felt weird, you reached back to clutch at him. He’d been trying to be gentle so as to not hurt your smaller frame but something in your gut was twisting in an unfamiliar way. “Raph, wait, pull out, I wanna- lemme- lemme sit on it. ‘Feels weird like this.”

Raph immediately complied, completely forgetting about any anger he was supposed to feel at the way you said ‘sit on it’. He repositioned so he was leaning against the headboard, large hands almost encircling your waist, thick fingers rubbing circles as you slowly sank down on him with a gasp. You began to grind your hips down the second he filled you to the hilt, tits bouncing as you tried in vain to ride him. He bucked his hips up in tandem, meeting your movements with his own little thrusts and stirring you up. His thumb moved to press to your clit and as he circled it you felt something similar to a dam breaking and a flood of cum. You spasmed, flopping forward on his plastron and squirting hard all over his lower half; you soaked the bed and his dick in the process. Raph fucked up into you the second he felt the gush of your pussy, stuffing you full of his thick, sticky cum immediately. It leaked out from you as you lay twitching atop him, and the two of you panted heavily. “Fuck- I didn’t know I could-“

“Guess you ain’t opposed to how big I am now, huh?” Needless to say with that Raph learned to be less of a brute and you learned to not mind how he used his size.

Donnie

Donnie is the most stubborn fool. He hated you the second you pointed out a flaw in one of his prototypes and took your constructive criticism as just criticism. What did you know about the kind of tech he dealt with? Nothing, and still you’d discovered an issue with his work. Donnie abandoned that project after that since he didn’t have an alternative go-around other than what you’d suggested, and he refused to use your criticism to improve his work.

He feels enormous amounts of disdain towards you after that. You equally hate his pompousness, he’s so condescending towards you without realising it. He throws shade left and right if you step a toe into his territory and you find it so frustrating. Eventually, you both can’t take the way your witty arguments bring up all kinds of pent up feelings…

“Again… just one more time…” Donnie’s glasses were askew and slightly cloudy, he was biting his lip as he looked down at where his cock filled your sloshing cunt. A nasty milky mixture of his and your cum had splattered across your thighs and he was struggling to keep his composure. He fucked into you, pushing your legs up so you were forced into a mating press of sorts. The stretch of his fat head probing your sticky insides was immeasurable, you were whining desperately. One of his tridactyl fingers moved down to your clit, teasingly rubbing in slow circles and building you up. You couldn’t even think, rocking your hips up to try and chase the feeling of him stuffing you.

“Ohmyfuckkk god- Don,” You babbled mindlessly, tensing up at the familiar feeling of your approaching orgasm. Donnie whimpered, groaning and panting in a way that made your pussy clench hard and flood once again. You squealed at the force of his dick hitting the spongy spot deep inside you, attempting to squirm up away from how good it felt, but Donnie wasn’t letting you move. He used his height to his advantage, tugging you down to meet his heavy, desperate thrusts as he rutted into you.

“Don’t- ah- don’t run. Can’t handle it?”

You whimpered, brow furrowing and eyebrows knitting together in frustration and arousal. “S-Shut up! Fuck, you’re so annoying. Self-important-“ you came before you could finish your sentence, convulsing and moaning into his shoulder. Donnie pulled out immediately, trying not to mourn the loss of your warm pussy clenching around him, angling your hips so he could watch your hole flutter around nothing. He watched, fascinated and struggling to not drool at the sight. His cock was twitching. It hit his lower plastron with a wet sound, a string of sticky arousal connecting from his tip to his stomach. You gasped as you came down from the sensations, weakly reaching up to try to grab hold of him; your nails dug into his forearm as your head lolled. Donnie cursed quietly, other hand reaching down to stroke himself with wet schlick sounds that made your face flush. You whined. “Donnie. Just. Fuck me properly.” He just nudged his precum-covered tip against your sensitive folds, mask ties resting on his chest and dropping down over you when he leaned over to get close again.

“You’re always telling me what to do… Shit, you’re so bossy. Think you know hahhh fuck- better than me?” Donnie’s voice cracked as he asked the question. He was gazing at how your pussy oozed when he pushed the head of his cock in. You whimpered, unable to respond with anything other than a shake of your head as Donnie eased himself back into your heat. You locked your legs around his hips; you were adamant on him staying inside this time, you’d had enough of the teasing and torment he’d been subjecting you to for the past hour and could only think about what it’d feel like to have him lose his already far gone composure if he came in you. He’d held himself back the last time and settled for desperately jerking his cum out onto your cunt rather than in it. He’d rambled something vaguely about refractory periods and used his fingers until he could fill you all the way up with him again. “Donnie, wan’ your cum. Please just stop teasing.” You had barely finished your sentence before the tall turtle slammed his hips to yours, thrusting into you with frantic plap-plap-plaps that had you moaning obscenely and clenching around him. You were still sensitive from your last orgasm and his needy thrusts were making your lower stomach tense and relax incredibly quick; you felt like he was trying to push you over the edge again. Donnie could feel the wetness coat him and he groaned as he clutched onto your hips and fucked you deep. He was wider at the base and it stretched you out each time his pelvis came into contact with yours; he bit his lip to keep from whining as he moved one of those huge, warm hands to your tits to pinch at your nipples and get you to buck your hips. You felt the second he started getting close, and tried squeezing him with your walls. Donnie cursed, creaming in you and completely crushing you into the mattress as he did so; he was utterly fucked out of his mind and the aftershocks sent little spasms through his body, he swore he went blind for a second. You had squirted, the overstimulation and feeling of him filling you up had made you leak pearly fluids all over Donnie’s lower stomach. He panted, half smiling and leaning down to kiss your forehead. He was so taking your advice more after this.

Just Donnie stretched out long and loose across his bed waiting for you. His muscles still tense, a pinch in his brows that wouldn't fade.

You really didn't have the energy to ride him for real. The thought alone made your hips ache. FUck he was just so big. The size difference was sexy a lot of the time but it was still something that had to be compensated for. Fitting together took a little work. And you were tired.

He could tell by the wince when you climbed up beside him. Tank top strap already slipping off one shoulder. Panties not even damp yet, even at the sight of your man all laid out like one of your French girls.

He huffed once, a insistent tired noise he usually made at one of his brothers when they were mishandling gear.

His hands came to wrap around your hips pulling, like actually pulling, you up to his face. A little more manhandling than he usually took the liberty of.

"Are you sure-" You begin to ask as he grips your knee and spreads you over his head.

"Can I just play with you please?"

It doesn't sound like a question. The exhaustion in his voice made him sound petulant and demanding.

You sigh, tired and honestly not really minding much either way. "Yeah, do what you want."

Was that the wrong thing to say? Too bitchy, too uncaring?

Donnie doesn't hesitate. Big hands smoothing over your hips, pulling your pelvis back and spreading your thighs over his face. You can feel the curve of your spine, the stretch of muscles. The waft of his hot breathe over your still dry cunt.

His nose presses in. Slightly warm and a little rough in texture. His hand pulling your panties over one ass cheek, not removing them entirely just removing them from the nonexistent space between his face and your sex.

There's a rumble deep in his chest. Pleased.

And condensation building up in the creases of your knees and the curve of your lower lips from his breathing. You are warming at his touches. Heat building up between your bodies, goosebumps springing up in the trails his hands wear against your skin. Exploring over your hips, up your stomach down your thighs. Gripping here and there worrying the softness of your flesh between his fingers

You can hear the moment he opens his mouth wide. The wet pop of it. the rush of hot concentrated breath a prelude to the wide hot tongue that presses up flat against you with considerable strength.

Donnie's a lingerer. Wanting to take his time with your cunt. Familiarize himself with the smell and the texture. Fall into the pattern of the wet glide. Loose himself in the sensation of having you on his tongue. Nuzzling. Sniffing. Nipping at your thighs.

That's why it takes you so off guard when he doesn't.

Sure you don't have him on his knees this time. But you don't expect the way his tongue flexes. Hard like the muscles in his forearms. Sweeping over your clit before it's stood up for him. He isn't coaxing or massaging. This is a demand. An insistent impatient pressure rolling over your nerves again and again. Pulling the blood from your brain so it pools on his tongue. Softening your lips into plush swelling. Forcing your clit to attention. Making your cunt slick with his saliva.

Just rolling over again and again.

And before you can settle into the sensation, it's changed. His wide tongue lapping hard at your entrance. Trying to force it's way in. Too big. the wrong shape. Square peg to round hole. But it passes over again and again. Awaking every nerve in your thinnest skin. Making you shudder every time his chin tilts into it, dragging his bottom lip over your clit. One hand hard on your hip. The other spread wide over your breast. Fingers flexing carefully, not squeezing too hard.

It's harder, faster, rougher than your used to. But soo slick and hot and your so pent up. Wishing so badly that you could hammer that square peg in. More than just the tip that sweeps over sensitive walls pulling pulling pulling like he's trying to drag something out.

The edge of his plastron digs a line into your palm as you lean forward. Angling your cunt over his mouth. Spreading wide as you can. The sounds of your panting bouncing off of the hard plains of his chest while his own groans and gasps are absorbed into the soft meat of your thighs.

You think about rocking into him. Test the give in his grip. But there is none. His hand is iron on your hip. His face buried so far into you there really isn't any farther you can push against it. But you want to. That curling writhing feeling that's gathering at the bottom of your spine is begging you to thrust onto his tongue. To chase his mouth and grind against it.

He doesn't say it with words. There is no break in his movement to speak to you. But you can read it in the way his hands move. The way he grips hard at one thigh pulling you open and down as far as you go. His other hand spreading over the curve of your hip, thumb digging into your belly, pressing in. His mouth is demanding, working your inflamed cunt. Forcing you to cum as surely as if he had voiced the order.

You hear the rip of your moan yanked out of your chest, something deep and a bit embarrassing but you can't think about it through every other sensation that's bombarding you. It's an impact like a getting the wind knocked out of you. The air flees from your lungs. Mouth falling open in a gasp. There's a stretch in the tendons of your neck when your head falls back. Spit cooling on your thighs and up the cleft of your ass. The hard line of his plastron still digging into your palm, nails failing to find purchase as your fingers curl. The blood rushes out of your head in a small bout of vertigo. Stars swimming round your head like a cartoon character that's been knocked out. A deep deep pressure that starts where his hand presses into your stomach and ends somewhere in your throat.

You come to slumped forward. Down on your elbows on his chest. Gasping for air while his hands slide up under your shirt and caress your back.

Your head is still swimming but at least you can tell up from down now.

"I'd ask for a performance review but it sounds like you're having trouble breathing." Even through the higher than normal bite of wit there's tenderness.

His soothing hands urge you up to sitting on his chest before he's sitting up himself and your forced to slide down to his lap.

He arranges a few things behind him and leans back into a reclined position. Enough that you can lay out on his chest but he still has a great view.

"How do you want me?" It's breathless.

Instead of answering he just shifts you. Now you were laid out on his chest. Low enough that your ass was down in his lap and your head was laid against the solid keratin of his chest. He'd propped himself up a bit so he could gaze down at you from an angle.

Now that your blood has circled mostly back to your brain and the air has returned to your lungs you can speak more coherently. Though with the exhaustion eating at the edges of your mind you're not sure for how much longer.

"You did drop right?"

He scoffs. "Never not dropped with you on my tongue."

Your hands wrapped around either side of his plastron for stability though it wasn't necessary with gravity and the ache of your heavy body holding you down firmly. Not as firmly as his big hand wrapped around your hips.

You could probably take him from this angle if you pulled your knees up, but the thought of holding them there made a whine build up in the back of your throat.

you were so tired.

He shushes you. hands smoothing down your hips, fingers curling over your knees and spreading your legs. Tugging hard enough that he shifts your ass a bit lower a long exhale, bordering on a sigh, leaving him as his thighs flex up.

Instead of planting your feet on his thighs and spreading you open from this angle like you expect, he pushes your thighs closed.

You jolt in surprise as something hot and damp intrudes on the space between your thighs. You summon enough energy to get an elbow up behind you so you can sit up enough to look down.

And fuck if it isn't a sight. The dim LED lights casting interesting neon highlights and strange shadows over your bodies.

His thick cock spreading the wet flesh of your thighs apart. Standing tall and intimidating even from the plush flesh of your thighs. You can feel the flex in his fingers as he presses your legs tighter together. A flex you can mirror in the long muscles of your legs.

He groans like something wounded and not quite human. A shift in his hips that nearly jostles you as he pulls back Inhaling deeply and then thrusting forward again. The dryer skin catching and pulling against him with a sticky sort of friction. Making the flesh there jiggle with the slow rhythm of it.

It feels wrong to not participate. To lie there and hold your legs closed while he does all the work. But even if you had the energy to get up and ride him, the grip he has on your thighs won't allow you to move an inch.

Maybe you should reach down and play with his tip?

Your fingers barely brush over the heated skin before there's a growl echoing through your skull where it lays on his chest.

"Would you just let me?" There's noticeable aggravation in his voice.

"I want to help." you whine back.

"No you don't. Your exhausted. Just let me do it."

your lip juts out in uncharacteristic poutiness.

"Stop worrying and just relax."

His words are almost kind, almost consoling, but his hand is far rougher as it tangles in the waistband of your panties. Yanking the fabric up until it's pulled tight against your cunt. Blunt unyielding pressure shifting with every thrust. Stimulating your already primed clit. But not enough.

The more he thrust up between you the more that slick spread until you are dripping wet from your damp cunt to a point on your thighs that could be considered a school appropriate skirt length.

the soft give of your flesh, tight but yielding to the intrusion of his cock, big and hot and thrusting. Agitating that slick until it turns white. Marking your skin with the most vulgar display of sex the two of you may have ever made.

"Want you to take it. Just like this." He's breathy now too. You can't quite tell if it was pleasure or exhaustion he was loosing himself in. Or maybe some kind of mind melting mixture of the two.

Maybe his brain is only half online too. Maybe his head is swimming too, everything out of focus but the places where you touch. The tingle of overstimulation under your skin at odds with the numbness in your finger clenched so hard on the edges of his plastron.

"Can't you at least rub it on my-"

"Can't you practice some patience?" The fist in your waistband pulls harder, the fabric creaking in protest. But he lets up soon after, blood slowly returning to your clit as the pressure eases off.

Still he only gets a few thrust farther before he's pulling your knees up, panties yanked halfway down your thighs, that throbbing cock shifting higher until it presses up against your lips. It's a momentary brush. An obscene sticking of wet flesh slowly pulling apart as he shifts, positioning you both. His hand closing over the head, holding it in place so he can thrust up against his palm.

The drag over every wet sensitive swollen inch is torturous. It drags a pornographic whine out of you. Everything is drying a little, more sticky than slick. The friction ramping up making your tenderest flesh cling hard to him. Dragging and squelching and groaning. Animalistic hisses half bitten off as his palm twists and his thighs flex.

His other hand releases your hip, apparently confident enough in your ability to hold still, instead he shucks your shirt up. Palm closing over a tit and groaning. You feel him lean a bit foreword, watching.

Taking in the sight of it all. The way your head is leaned back, lips parted in helpless pants. The way your hips twitch to follow his movement even while just the strength of his wrist against your pubic bone is enough to pin you down.

The way your thighs already look like he's cum all over them.

There's a deep exhale of air through his nostrils. An aggressive territorial sound that tells you exactly how blown his pupils are right now. Animal hindbrain taking over. Chasing that edge faster than you could keep up with. Tipping tipping and falling right over, Chuffing noises as the slicker and slicker sound of his thrusts as precum leaks down his shaft.

It's too much. Ever slick glide over your hypersensitive clit throws your makes you pulse. The knowledge that he's right there with you, slipping right off that edge sends you over so fast it's blinding. Everything goes white and hot and too much too much.

You can't feel anything through the waves of static that rush through you. can't hear anything but the pounding of your own heart. Feel it in your temples. It shakes your whole body. Dragging out too long with the constant stimulation he continues to drag you through. And when it finally starts to ease there's still so much oversensitivity left behind.

Your skin is all static everywhere he's touching. And you can feel tears cooling in the edge of your feverish eyes.

But he hasn't cum yet. Close so close but not over that edge yet. All words have melted out of him. Arms flexing in rhythmic twists trying to avoid flexing his hands at all. Being very careful not to handle you too roughly when his hind brain is screaming at him to pin you down and hold on tight.

Theres one two three more agonizing thrusts before he's crying out. Throaty and whiny and broken. Hot cum splattering over your stomach.

You clench your thighs hard. Holding steady as he rides the waves. His hands laid flat over your stomach and sternum, trembling so hard your can feel it in your bones. More hot liquid pools in your belly button and drips down the creases between your legs.

There's rumbling vibrating through the back of your skull.

The way it echoes out of the wet clench of his throat as he gasps is obscene. He bites down on those noises with clenched teeth and a groan.

Part of your own animal hind brain is waiting for the praise to be showered down on you. If you were less exhausted it would have occurred to you earlier that he literally can't speak right now. He can't praise you with anything more than the way his fingertips are digging in just a little bit.

Instead you speak, pushing past the croaky fucked out sound of your voice to tell him, "Good job baby, thank you."

He groans again in response, breathy and almost whiny.

"I-" your throat is so dry, "I have no idea how we're gonna clean up." Your eyes are already getting harder to keep open. Exhaustion dragging you down. But you absolutely cannot sleep covered in this much cum.

Stepping into the Lair you took in the serene and quiet atmosphere. It was late, very late to be honest but work parties can get pretty crazy after all. Regardless it had been fun, tiresome but fun.

Originally you were going to go home and crawl under the duvet for about ten years if possible.

But you missed Donatello.

You couldn’t drag him anywhere and while sometimes you wish you could it wasn’t best to dwell on it. Heels in hand you patted through the living room area and into his lab where you could hear him speaking. Judging by the time you figured he was doing his part time job. He had picked up the thing out of pure boredom and to actually have some income for future supplies. It was child’s play for him, with nothing too above his skill set. Usually you sat and listened to the colorful array of clients and had a good laugh while doing so.

Most times you liked just hearing him giving the step by steps of things, or how he remotely accessed the person’s computer to fix the issue himself. His distaste over viruses and worms while he angrily typed away. So what? You were hella in love, the mutant terrapin had slithered his way into your heart.

But you kinda wanted him to slide in your pants, or well dress.

You entered his room with sly smile, Donnie was bouncing a little ball while he spoke in his best ‘customer service voice’ as you liked to joke about. He gave you a tired smile, bouncing the ball towards you which you caught. “Well sir, if you in the near future receive an email stating some prince from Asia is trying to protect his rubies it’s adviced that you don’t give out your social security number” He briefly muted the microphone. “Hey beautiful” He greeted you as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“That ruby scam is honestly my favorite of this week” Came your muffled words, Donnie chuckled and rubbed your back. “He’s called me every name under the sun, brb” He clicked a button on his headset and kept up his polite tone. Reluctantly you let go of him and placed the little bouncy ball on his desk. “Can you help me with the zipper?” You whispered at him to which he happily obliged.

Giving a set of easy to follow steps to the nasty customer, Donnie gripped the delicate zipper and gently pulled it down. His gaze followed each patch of soft skin being reveleaed to him, which he couldn’t help himself but touch. You felt the palm of his hand on the middle of your back, the sweet gentle caress made you roll your neck until it popped a few times. As he continued his argument with the customer he let both hands wander, kneading the flesh presented to him, much to your delight.

“I’m more than happy to remove those viruses but the rest has to be solved with your bank, in the mean time I’ll email you a forum to fill out about the incident while I work on this” Donnie’s voice could be described as a verbal version of an eye roll, so much sass he possessed. Again he muted the microphone and sighed. “Men truly are stupid,” He gripped the straps of your dress and pushed them aside and down your body they slid. “I’m glad that even as a large mutant man you can accept that” The two of you chuckled.

You felt his lips on your exposed back and caught the small inhale he took of your scent. “Where’s your bra?” He peaked over your shoulder and made a soft surprise sound. “The lines ruin the dress so I put these nifty little cups on” You grabbed his mug of coffee and took a generous sip.

Then you felt him tap your rear.

“You gotta learn to share your coffee, babe” You smirked at his disapproving noise, he could be quite greedy with his caffeinated beverages. “I share, but I’ve seen you chug my coffee before” He sat back down on his swivel chair and shamelessly ogled you.

Donnie’s hand landed on your rear, palm caressing the left cleft of your cheek. “Shifts would be a lot more exciting if this is what I had to look at all night” He gripped the flesh, enjoying the silky material of your underwear. Looking over your shoulder you raised an eyebrow at him, not minding in the very least his ministrations.

Not even when he let go only to smack your bottom with a little more force, enough to make you grip the table for support. “Jerk, you get handsy when you’re running on three hours of sleep” You placed your palms on the table, leaning a somewhat forward and giving him a better view of your bottom. “Five actually, managed a nap” He pulled your underwear down to your surprise and leaned in to give the reddened flesh a soft kiss.

Then he gave a series of much harder taps, nothing to brash for it to be loud but enough to make you bite your lip. “You haven’t clocked out, you know?” You wiggled your rear to tease him, enjoying the happy content sigh that escaped him. “I’m supposedly fixing the mess this guy has on his computer,” He gave your rear two more hits before gripping the burning flesh. “But this is way more exciting” The outline of his hand on your bottom made him smile, job well done in his mind.

He pulled you back onto his lap, back to his plastron and used his own legs to keep yours spread. That delightfully merciless hand of his gripped your core, the warmth making him hungrier with anticipation. “Don,” You sighed his name enjoying the lazy outline he mapped out around your core.

Then he switched the mic back on, your eyes widened. He greeted a new customer with the usual name of the company and his name just as he spread your lips. “I’m sorry to hear you’re having difficulties with your new system ma’am” You wiggled in his grasp trying to glare at him but could only muffle your sounds when said digit dipped inside. Your back arched as he thrusted indolently, enjoying each squirm and quiet gasp. “I’m goin to walk you through some basic steps if it’s alright with you” He spoke dangerously close to your ear, tongue sneaking out to lick the shell of your ear.

You almost moaned right next to the mic of his headset.

It was torturous.

The call was reaching the half hour mark from what you could see on his computer and by now he was fully rubbing your clit. You prayed the wet noises couldn’t be heard through the call. Each swipe made your toes curl, sweat had already broken out on your skin and you had bitten down on the inside of your cheek with enough force for it to throb with pain. You knew you wouldn’t last long, and the feeling of Donnie’s hard on against your rear was driving you crazy. You smacked his thigh signaling him you weren’t going to make it.

“Ma’am Im going to be placing you on a brief hold, thank you and my apologies” He muted the mic quickly and grinned when your body went stiff. “OhFUCK!” You gave a loud and lengthy shakey moan as Donnie continued to rub you through your orgasm. He pressed his lips against your cheek, tapping your sensitive nub, clearly entertained with each tremble you gave. “I think you’re the happiest customer I’ve ever had while working” You chuckled breathless, smacking his leg again.

“God you’re such a jerk! They could’ve heard me” Your cheeks flushed embarrassed. “Half the fun if you ask me” He whispered it across your skin as you felt him shove his sweats away then lift you by your thighs. Your eyes nearly bugged out, he couldn’t possibly...?

He entered you, the position making it a tight fit and causing the two of you to moan.

“Can’t make a peep, darling” He thrusted lazily upwards. “Don- theresOH- don’t switch back to the ca-“ You covered your mouth when he unmuted the call.

“Sorry for the delay ma’am, as I was explaining” He cleared his throat, feeling the effects but recuperating quickly. His hips moved lazily, hands gripping the backs of your knees firmly. You caught a glimpse of his blissed out face through the monitor, god you bit down on your bottom lip and moved with him.

inexperienced nerds who are whiny and subby at first..

the ones who paw at your tits and clumsily make-out with you because they can’t focus with what feels like everything happening all at once.

But once you get on your knees.. and look up at him with those big fluttering eyelashes, kissing the tip of his dick. This man gets the biggest ego boost of his *life*

And he saved the fucking planet?? But seeing you on your knees naked beside your thin panties, worshipping his cock, lathering it in your spit- for fucks sake he feels like he’s on top of the world. You’re rubbing your thighs together, your eyes full of lust. Using both hands to stroke the rest of his shaft, your finger tips barely touching from how thick he is.

He’s soaking this in, burning the image in his mind forever.

You try to deep throat as much as you can, pulling away when you start to gag. Whispering more or so to yourself, “s’ too big”

He just wants to blow his fucking fat load all over you at this point, his balls feel so heavy. He puts a hand behind your head. He starts by rubbing your head and then proceeds to grip your hair and push you down a little, back on his cock.

Yeah, Donnie is a head pusher. Who could have seen this coming? He’s not thinking straight, his head is so foggy. He feels drunk. Nobody has ever touched his dick before, so you, this way-out-of-his-league hot woman is trying to suck his cock? And you like it?

The power trip he feels is unbelievable. His eyes are lidded, and clouded with pure sex. He takes your hands off of him and grips his cock with his other hand. Slapping the head of it on your swollen lips.

“Be a good girl and suck my cock, yeah?” He says this so ever gently, almost a whisper. But the tone he uses.. you’ve never heard this from him. It’s deep, guttural, primal. Straight from his chest, and it sends tingles to your core.

You whimper at this, the show of dominance is so hot and unexpected. You open your mouth and let your tongue fall out, looking up at him.

He can’t help but groan when you listen so good for him. Pre starts to bead on the tip, he uses it to smear his sensitive cock head on your warm wet tongue, painting it white with his spunk.

Eyes closing at the feeling and taste. You whine when he just keeps rubbing and slapping it on your pretty pink tongue. With your hands no longer occupied, you reach down between your thighs to give yourself some relief.

Donnie notices this right away. He yanks back your head and forces you to look him in the eyes. “Put your hands behind your back. And keep them there.”

You whine in disappointment, but obey anyway. You swallow whatever cum he gave you earlier, rubbing your thighs together roughly at the taste. Looking up at him the whole time. You look so fucked out, he could swear that you have anime hearts in your eyes right now.

His cock jumping at the scene in front of him. He puts his foot on your crotch, pressing lightly. “Right now.. all you need is me”

You grind your hips up into him, moaning at the stimulation. He bites his lip at this, pressing harder into you. You gasp. Your body jolting more into him, tits bouncing. He can feel how wet you are. You drenched your panties with your arousal. All for him.

He aligns his cock to your mouth again, shoving the head of it inside. He pushes your head down, forcing you to take a few more inches. “Cmon, suck it” he moves his hips back and forth to gently fuck your mouth.

It takes your brain a few seconds to process the command, but you quickly pick up on it and hollow your cheeks. Moaning around his cock, sending vibrations throughout his body it feels like.

“Oh! Oh fuuuuck yeah, that’s it” he lets go of his shaft to steady himself against a wall beside him. Leaning on it with his forearm, he’s squeezing his fist so tight, digging his fingernails into the palm of his hand.

He snaps his hips forward, forcing more of his cock down your throat. He knows you can’t deep throat him, but fuck is it hot watching you try.

When he lets the grip on your head loosen, you start to move your head up and down. When his tip hits the back of your throat, he knows he’s about to cum soon. He feels the tightening in his balls, and the knot in his stomach.

“I’m gonna.. ah! Mmm fuck.. I’m gonna cum in your mouth, okay?” He looks at you for permission, when you sort of nod and then whine around his dick, he quickly lets go of your head to wrap a hand around himself.

Taking his cock out of your mouth, you look at him confused. “Stick your tongue out, bunny” as you do just that, he puts the head of it on your tongue and goes onto jerking himself off. “You look so pretty right now, all f’ me, right? yeah.. nobody else gets to ah!- see you like this.”

When he cums his arms and leg muscles spasm, hunching over you a bit. You form your tongue into more of a cup to hold his spunk.

He also pulls away from you a bit to paint your chest with white. He’s panting like crazy, staring down at you. Despite just finishing, his cock jumps from the sight in front of him. You, staring up at him with these lidded eyes.. holding his cum in your mouth along with your tits covered in him.

He breathlessly tells you too- “Swallow.” You are looking into his eyes when you do. Both of you have a full body shudder at this for different reasons, for you, it’s the bitter taste. For him, what’s fills his mind is that.. you now have *his* load inside of you. Claiming you as his in a way.

After he calms down, it seems as though he somehow.. snaps out of whatever haze he was in.

If turtles could blush, his whole body would be red. He picks you up and brings you to his bed, apologizing all the while. “I have no idea what came over me! I am so sorry, did I hurt you?!” - he lays you down and grabs wipes to clean off your chest. You have this amused look on your face watching him ramble away.

“Do you hate me?” He can’t even look you in the eye, looking off to the side as he asks this silly question.

You start laughing, “Donnie! I could never hate you. If I didn’t like what was going on I would’ve told you.”

A relieved expression washes over him as he lets out a sigh, as if he was holding his breath. Now it’s your turn to shyly look away - “Actually.. I really liked.. that side of you.” You squeeze your thighs together, looking him in the eyes this time - “I want you to do it again. If you are comfortable with that?” Your eyes, doe eyed and hazy.

You had recently gotten yourself a pack of flavored lip balm, you saw trends on YouTube where YouTubers would blindfold their partners, kiss them and then have them guess the flavor.

It seemed legit and you wanted to try them out and see if they really did taste like the foods/drinks they were flavored after so you ordered yourself a packet of soda flavored lip balms. The variety had so much from coke to sprite! You gasped upon seeing the Fanta flavored soda balms, Fanta was a really good soda you will admit. And even better? There was a grape flavored fanta balm!

You took the balm out of the packet and held it up closely, smiling softly as the colour reminded you of your purple clad boyfriend. You opened up the tube and carefully applied it to your lips, rubbing your lips together before lightly licking your lip a bit.

Oh that tasted good, almost exactly like the actual soda! Damn they really weren’t lying about these things..

As you smiled wide at the taste running through your mouth, your mind suddenly thought of your boyfriend. You definitely need to show Donnie this! And with that you were on your way to the sewers.

As you entered, you quickly applied some of your lip balm once more before pushing the tube into your pocket. You waved to the brothers as you walked past them and they greeted you in return. As you walked into the lab you could hear a bit of noise accompanied by the murmurs of your boyfriend talking to himself as he worked. You smiled to yourself at the sight of him, he’s so cute. You gently tapped his shoulder and smiled brightly as he quickly turned around “oh y/n you scared me” he laughed nervously and pushed his goggles above his head, placing his glasses on his face once more.

You let out a soft laugh and happily stepped closer “guess what” you started to which he slightly tilted his head “by the sound of your tone of voice, you’re excited, so it has to be something good” he chuckles and sat down on his chair, relaxing for a bit as you nod happily. “I bought something and it arrived today” you simply explained to which he nodded “and that is?” He questions with curiosity laced into his voice. “A flavored lip balm! And it tastes just like the drink it was flavored to be as!” You excitedly announced to which he smiled, he loved seeing you happy. “What’s the flavor?” Donnie rests his arms on his arm rests, clearly intrigued by the topic. You would grin cheekily in return “hm..why don’t you..find out” you would mumble with a slightly flirty tone to your voice, resting your hands on his lap and leaning forward. The green turtle would be thrown off guard by your sudden change of tone and actions, being extremely flustered.

If turtles could blush then his cheeks would be bright red..

Before he could respond, you quickly pressed your lips against his for a few seconds before pulling away. He was stunned to say the least, you guys have kissed before but this straight forward flirting flustered him big time. You would point to your own lips and lick them slightly as a gesture for him to do the same. After a few seconds he slowly yet hesitantly ran his tongue between his lips. His eyebrow bones raised as he tasted the flavored balm, was this..grape flavored soda?

The turtle would slowly snap out of his flustered trance and mumble “is this…grape soda?” You would nod with a smile on your lips “mhm!”

Before the purple clad turtle could say anything further, you moved back and hummed to yourself “pretty sweet right? I think I found my new favorite!” You grinned a little too brightly before turning and walking out of his lab “hey Mikey want to play Sonic Adventure?” He could hear you call to his younger brother. Donnie would blink a few times before rubbing his temples, good god what was that..

~ 💜 ~

It has been a whole week since you first got that flavored lip balm and it has been an absolute week of hell for the purple clad turtle. It’s day after day of teasing with that god forsaken lip ointment. Donnie was slowly losing his patience but he kept it together, wanting to let you have your fun.

Today tho, donnie wasn’t feeling as patient as usual. He was watching as you talked about your day while combing through your hair with your fingers. As you pushed the hair over your shoulders, you pulled out your balm and started applying it. Donnie gripped his arm rest a bit tightly but suddenly paused upon hearing the words ‘cut’ and ‘hair’.

What? Wait wait..

“I’m sorry dove, can you repeat” donnie spoke up to which you smiled and rubbed your lips together a bit from applying the lip ointment. “Oh I was thinking about cutting my hair” you said cooly to which he sat up properly “wait why?” He questions. Your hair was so long, beautiful and just so lovely..why would you want to do that? “Well somedays it tends to get in my way or just not cooperate so I was thinking about..you know” you would laugh a little and make a scissor gesture with your fingers.

Donnie shook his head and gently pulled you to sit on his lap “but if you cut it I won’t have anything to play with or braid..or tug” he mumbles the last part quietly to which you blushed a bit, a red tint making its way onto your cheeks. “Yeah?..” you quietly mumbled to which he nodded a little, running his larger fingers through your locks “I love your hair like this..” he suddenly messily held your hair into a messy ponytail with one hand, slightly tugging your head back “and like this..” he stared down at you as you let out a small whimper. His voice was slightly raspy, his tone going from soft to a bit rough.

You looked up at him with submissive eyes, almost begging him for more to which he let out a deep chuckle. “You seem to like that..” he mutters as if he wasn’t aware of the many times he’s done it in bed with you. You slowly moved your head forward as your boyfriend released your long locks from his firm grasp. You were at a loss for words, too flustered to mutter anything in return. Donatello smirked to himself, his eyes trailing your form which was seated on his lap. As your back was facing him, you couldn’t see his smug expression plus..you were too flustered to face him.

Without warning, Donnie turned you around to face him which resulted in you straddling his lap. His hand gently cupped your jaw, his thumb running along your cheek before gently pulling your bottom lip down a bit. “Also..” he starts, his other hand falling to your lower hip. You piped up a bit and looked at him intently to which he chuckles a little under his breath “don’t think I forgot about what you’ve been doing all week..” he finishes, referring to your none stop teasing with that lip balm of yours. You slightly swallowed some built up saliva in your throat and gathered some courage up to answer him “doing what?..” you slightly played dumb, you wanted confirmation that you were both on the same page. “Don’t play dumb now..You think you can tease me with that little lip balm of yours?” He coos a little, leaning his face forward a bit. As you went to move your head back in reaction to him moving forward, his large hand moved from cupping your jaw to holding the back of your head, keeping you in place.

“Not so fast..” Donnie muttered, his gaze going from locking with your eyes to trailing down to your lips. “How about I get another taste hm?” He added and without waiting for an answer, he locked his lips with yours. You kissed back almost immediately, closing your eyes and relaxing your body in his hold.

Donatello was always a sweet and soft lover but this..this was different and you liked it.

Both of your lips moved against each other in a heated manner, parting for a second to get a breath or two before locking once more. You suddenly felt your boyfriend’s tongue run along your bottom lip, asking for entrance into your mouth. You slightly parted your lips and let out a shaky breath as you felt his wet muscle swirl around yours. Donnie’s free hand which was resting on your hip started moving, trailing to your thigh then ass, cupping it before giving it a gentle squeeze. You let out a shaky whimper into the make out session, feeling Donnie’s lips slightly curl up into a small smirk.

You slightly pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath, Donnie immediately lowering his head and pressing soft kisses along your neck. You tilted your head and your lips parted partially so you can let out soft whimpers and shaky breaths. As soon as the turtle’s lips latched onto your skin and started sucking gently, you arched your back and started grinding your clothed pussy against his thigh. He let out a slight groan against your skin as he continued to litter hickeys all across your neck and collarbone area. His hand took action once more, running to your inner thigh and then to your panty. Your eyes slightly opened as you wished you could have seen what he was planning to do.

You almost immediately got your answer as he started running a finger between your clothed folds, slightly grazing at your clit causing your lower body to shake a little “D..Donnie..” you whimpered out to which the turtle hummed in response “shh..you don’t want anyone hearing us do you?..or maybe you’d like that..” he smirked a bit smugly causing your blush on your cheeks to become brighter. “Please..don’t tease” you whispered quietly but loud enough for hun to hear you. Donatello was amused at your request “but that’s what you’ve been doing to me all week darling..” he coos with a slightly smug tone to his voice, your grimaced as you almost regretted your actions. Before you can answer back you felt his finger press against your clothed clit gently, your body jolted a bit from the sudden pressure put in your clit. “Do-“ before you could even start to speak he started rubbing circles on your sensitive bud causing you to hold onto his shoulders tightly, letting out a shaky whimper as you practically melted in his arms.

As you were trying to get used to the pleasure being brought upon you, you suddenly felt something poking at your thigh causing you to bite your bottom lip..it didn’t take a genius to know what that was.

Suddenly Donnie’s movements seized causing you to slightly whine from the lack of pleasure, his fingers kept running between your now wet folds teasingly “look at me..” he whispered into your ear. You slowly lifted your head from his shoulder and looked at him, a flustered expression on your face. “How about you give me another taste of that lip balm hm?” Your eyes became slightly lidded upon hearing his request, you immediately lean forward and press your lips to his to form yet another heated kiss. As you two were doing so, Donnie’s finger suddenly started to push into you causing you to grip his shoulders tightly, your nails digging into his skin a bit.

You pulled away from the kiss and laid your head against Donnie’s shoulder again, the terrapin looking over your shoulder as he started thrusting his finger into you slowly. “F..fuck..” you shakily whimpered out, it was like music to his ears. “That’s it..” he mutters in a soft tone, his fingers were long and thick..they felt amazing and hit all the right spots inside you. At this point the turtle’s erection was getting more and more painful in his pants but he wanted to focus on you first as he always did. To him, your pleasure always came first and he always focused on making sure you cum and are satisfied.

The thrusting suddenly sped up which resulted in you burying your face into his neck to avoid letting out any noise. Donnie would pause his thrusting and wiggle his finger a bit causing it to graze against all the right spots inside you, your body was almost numb from how amazing this felt. He would switch from thrusting to wiggling his finger here and there “cmon, say my name..” he mutters to which you didn’t hesitate, quietly moaning his name much to his delight. You start clenching your walls around his finger which alerted him of your upcoming release, Donnie started making his pacing more rough which caused you to cum on his finger.

The terrapin slowly halted his finger’s movements and gently pulled it out from within you, bringing it up to your mouth. You looked at his finger which was coated in your release before he tapped his finger against your bottom lip, you slightly parted your lips and let him slip is finger into your mouth. You weakly sucked on it as his other hand started pulling your panty down your legs. “Thats a good girl..” he mumbles and dropped the fabric onto the floor, starting to push his pants down enough for his cock to be released. You paused your sucking upon feeling his cock against your thigh, you let him take his finger out of your mouth and adjust you a bit. “Now..how about you ride my cock hm?”

Without hesitation you carefully lifted your hips and took a gentle hold of his cock before guiding it to your entrance. As you felt his tip slip in you sucked in a breath, biting your bottom lip as you slowly lowered your hips. Donnie’s grip on your hips became tight as he let out a sigh of relief. “Go on..” you heard him mutter to which you took a moment to steady yourself before lifting your hips and dropping it down. Donnie dug his nails into your skin gently “fuck..” his moans were so attractive..You tried so hard to stay quiet but due to his size, he was immediately hitting all the right areas within you. Your bouncing started to slightly pick up speed, your hips finding a steady rhythm and your moans surprisingly staying quiet.

Donnie felt along your hips and thighs before running up your sides and under your top. You felt him push your top above your breasts, his eyes watching as your breasts bounced within your bra as a result from your movements “that’s my girl..” he mumbles as he admired you. He was so lucky to have someone as amazing and beautiful as you. The purple clad turtle would suddenly pause his staring upon noticing your movements growing slow and tired. That was his sign to take over which he had no mind doing.

Donatello trailed his hands back down to your hips and gripped them tight “cover your mouth darling..” he warned you to which you slowly nodded and did. Without warning he started thrusting up into you, his thrusts would normally be slow and gentle but today was different and his thrusts were fast and rough. He’s never fucked you like this before and you love it. As you felt his powerful thrusts, you let out a loud moan into your hand as your eyes rolled back a bit. Your hand suddenly dropped from covering your mouth but donnie acted fast, using one hand to cup your face and gently push his thumb into your mouth. This resulted in you sucking on his thumb and silencing your moans, as you felt your second orgasm building you felt Donnie’s thrusts grow frantic which meant he was close as well.

You feel you’ll go out of your mind at this rate.

All the staring.

The quiet little gestures.

His passive resistance.

You’ve remained glued to your spot for so long. Hoping that maybe somewhere between weeks in the months of the years you’ve known him, that he’d crack.

Leonardo doesn’t crack easily you’ve gathered.

He hardly moves. He doesn’t allow his eyes to betray him. His hands remain within eyesight, but it’s in the subtle clench of his knuckles. The way his hands ball up and quickly stretch exposing the veins.

While he smiles sweetly, almost submissively at the sound of your voice. You know he doesn’t show this to just anybody. He doesn’t allow himself the luxury but god dammit, you can see that he wants to drink you in.

You’re liquor to him, addicting and burning.

You’re oil to him, never quite mixed with the water he floats upon.

You’re pornography to him, a hidden treasure for when he’s too far gone.

So why does it ache so much to open your mouth? To make a move. To peel back that layer of protection he’s been so steadfast in building.

Because he could still reject.

He could push away your pulling aura.

So when you stand next to him during the group picture April insisted on taking. Feeling the cold of his skin so close to your arm. Your little hairs sticking out to somehow feel something of his. You don’t think, don’t linger on the possibility of rejection. Because when your pinky reaches for his palm, gently caressing his hand, begging for permission you somehow only whisper in your mind…

You hold back the gasp as his own finger wraps around yours.

It’s tentative and charged with electricity.

He’s a knife.

You chance a look at him from the corner of your eye and watch his throat bob. The tension in his broad shoulders, the shakiness of his irises. The fight to turn and stare right back at you, to cut you with his blue eyes and inquire if his fantasies have become fact for once.

When you feel an arm around your shoulders as everyone screams cheese, it takes your entire will to muster your designer smile. Leo seems to do the same, a defeated retreat from the prize.

You still feel him weeks later. The way the top of his hand rubbed against your own.

What you’d give to have that palm right now between your legs, trying to rush the blood to your brain and drowning you in the ecstasy he could give. You wonder if he’s done the same? Have you driven him insane all these months? Made him question every waking moment of his life?

Are his pretty beaten hands wrapped around himself right now?

Is he begin for you?

Is he dying for you?

Somehow this all comes to fruition one evening. Another night with your friends. Celebrating another big win.

You get sent to the supply closet to get something (because at this point you forgot what) and as you rummage through a box, that tiny bulb swinging around you like a halo. You feel that rush when the door opens.

A hand reaching and gripping the back of your neck and pulling.

Lips.

At the shell of your ear.

You gasp.

Leo feels mortification sink deep.

But before he allows the logical side to quick in, you grip the fabric of his pant leg.

“Don’t-“ you hold him there, silently begging him.

Leo let’s out a breath he’s been holding since his feet took him to you.

Several heartbeats pass, tension building and swirling around both your souls. Somewhere between bravery and madness you grab those hands press those palms around you.

And hold on for dear life.

Presses you against himself like a security blanket. Greedily inhales and exhales you. You’re shaking but god Leo is shaking worse.

He slides down you, comes to his knees and watches you turn around his embrace and watch him as he lets his vices win this time.

It’s the way those eyes look up at you, apologetically, fascinated, tormented.

His stomach drops when you cup his face, fear overwritten his features.

He looks weak, he knows it.

But to you? To you he’s the most beautiful creature. Gentle features, eyes as blue as the sky. Lips surprisingly warm, hesitant and yet needy. He’s kissing back just as your hands run across his cheeks and neck. Lips molding, desperation kicking in because now he’s had a taste. Now he knows what paradise tastes like.

His hands fall to your hips, gripping as he leans up more, still tall enough on his knees for your comfort. When he feels your moan, captures it inside his throat; he knows he’s done for.

Weakened by you.

Overwhelmed by you.

He can hear himself panting, the blood inside his veins pumping. How your sounds pick up the more he kisses you back.

You smile against the corner of his mouth as he grabs your waist and stands up with you in his arms. The contents inside the supply closet rattle to the ground but his hold is bruising and the prospect of his hand marked on your flesh make you euphoric.

Leo’s tongue and yours.

His nails digging into your rear, yours at his neck.

His teeth meet your bottom lip.

He’s hard and rubbing against the spot of your underwear.

You should stop, lead him into something more understandable.

But the greedy little creature inside of you chants ‘more!’ Just as he moans into your mouth for the twentieth time. A sound hitches in the back of your throat when you feel something warm gush and connect with your wetness.

You’re doing this to him.

You’re causing this.

He’s cumming for YOU.

That desperate point of no return is there, the two of your skating down it. His kissing is erratic and out of sync because his eyes are going wide.

His locked to your own blown out pupils.

He wants to apologize, to stop but your hips just rubbed up against him just as you start to cum. His name seeping out of your wet parten lips.

The haze will clear.

The mess will remain.

But what will you say?

The city was loud tonight.

Car horns. Sirens. A guy yelling into a busted phone across from some bar on 9th. I could hear everything—but all I could really feel was her.

Still. Even now.

Her lips pressed against mine. Her thighs warm around my waist. The way her hands trembled when she told me everything—like she was cracking open just to show me the mess inside. And I… I just left.

She deserved more than that. More than me.

I jumped to the next rooftop a little harder than I should’ve. The wind cut across my shoulders, but it did nothing to cool the burn in my chest.

I meet my my brothers on rooftop near the robbery getting a run down from donnie on what’s happening.

“Yo, Leo, you good?” Mikey’s voice chirped in, too casual, too soft for the storm inside me.

“I’m fine.”

“You sure? You’re breathing all loud and—”

“I said I’m fine!” I snapped.

The silence after that was heavy. Even Raph didn’t make a joke. I felt bad for snapping but I couldn’t bring myself to apologize.

I gritted my teeth and clenched the handle of my katanas so tight my knuckles popped. “Just… stay on the mission.” I couldn’t do this tonight. Couldn’t pretend. I couldn’t even breathe.

— — — —

After an hour we got back to the lair. The mission was a total shit show.

The cherry right on fucking top of my night.

I went straight to my room avoiding lashing out more on my brothers. I sat cross-legged on the floor, jaw tight, sweat clinging to my skin. One of my blades rested in my lap, and the handheld sharpener glided over it with rhythmic, controlled strokes.

Scrape. Drag. Sharpen.

Scrape. Drag. Sharpen.

Focus. Discipline. Control.

But my mind wouldn’t shut up. Her face haunted me. Those red-rimmed eyes. Her voice cracking when she told me she liked me so much it hurt. That she wanted me. All of me.

She didn’t even realize how badly I already belonged to her. That kiss… That was my first. Twenty-five years old and that was my first real kiss. My first real taste of what it felt like to be wanted—not feared. Not followed. Not needed for protection or leadership or strategy. Wanted. And God, it was everything. Messy. Desperate. Pure fire.

She kissed me like she was drowning. And I kissed her back like I didn’t care if I never came up for air. But she wasn’t in the right headspace. I said and did all the things I thought were right.

Then why the hell do I feel like the villain?

Why am I sitting here rock hard, burning with want like some selfish bastard, sharpening a blade just to keep from losing my grip completely?

I shifted on the floor, jaw twitching as I looked down.

Fuck.

I was painfully hard. Again. And this time it wasn’t just about the kiss. It was everything. All of it. The late-night talks. The way she looked at me like I was more than this—more than a freak hiding in the dark. The way she touched me without flinching. Trusted me. Wanted me. And all I could think about was how many times I’ve stood under those steaming pipes in the lair showers, jerking off like some horny pervert, picturing her soft thighs wrapping around my waist. Imagining her moaning my name. Imagining what it’d feel like to actually have her. Her nails raking down my shell.

Her whispering “please don’t stop.”

I gripped my blade tighter and ran the sharpener across the edge again, this time too fast, too rough. The metal shrieked. I dropped it with a curse She deserved better than this. She deserved normal. Soft hands and warm beds and men who walked around in the daylight. Not someone who sharpened katanas in the dark and lived under New York in a sewer full of ghosts and violence.

She deserved safety. Not me. But I was so fucking selfish. Because I wanted her anyway. More than I wanted anything else in this entire cursed world.

— — — —

I didn’t plan to go back. I planned to keep my distance let her forget these feelings because that’s what was best.

That’s what I was thinking before I realized I was moving halfway through the tunnels. Before I realized I needed her. To see her, Check on her. I needed to feel her again. One more time. One more second.

I didn’t tell my brothers. Didn’t leave a note. Didn’t even put the katanas away properly—just dropped it, unfinished, on the corner of my bed.

The air up top was thick. Muggy. The kind of New York spring night that pressed on your skin like wet cement. Her apartment was lit from the inside—just the small lamp in the corner casting a warm amber glow through the blinds.

I didn’t knock. Didn’t want to scare her either. I gave one quiet tap to the fire escape window.

She came into view a few seconds later, blanket wrapped around her shoulders, bare legs peeking out beneath it. She blinked when she saw me—eyes a little puffy, face tired—but then, without saying a word, she unlocked the latch and slid the window open. I climbed in slow, my frame ducking low through the narrow opening.

She didn’t step back. Didn’t flinch. Just stood there.

Wrapped in that blanket like she was holding herself together.

I looked at her. Really looked at her. And everything in me snapped. I grabbed her before I even thought about it, hands sliding beneath her thighs, lifting her against my chest like it was the most natural thing in the world. She gasped—but it wasn’t fear. It was something else. Something soft and surprised and just for me.

And then I kissed her. Not like earlier. Not hesitant. Not scared. This time, I kissed her like I meant it.

Like I knew.

Her lips parted, warm and pliant, tasting like cinnamon tea and maybe tears and maybe the last good thing I’ll ever get in this life. My hands tightened around her legs, dragging her closer, anchoring her to me so she couldn’t drift off into the better world I told myself she deserved.

Her fingers found the edge of my shell, curled into it.

She kissed me back. Harder. Deeper. Like she needed me too. Like she was just as selfish as I was.

I backed her toward the couch, still holding her, blanket slipping down her shoulders as she clung to me. When I finally broke the kiss, I rested my forehead against hers, chest heaving, voice low.

“I tried to tell myself it was nothing. That you needed comfort. That it was just heat of the moment.” I shook my head slowly, brushing my nose against hers. “But that was bullshit. That was me lying to myself.”

She didn’t answer. Silence. Her eyes searched mine like she was waiting for the catch, waiting for me to say I was leaving again. But I wasn’t leaving this time. I couldn’t.

I looked down at her, voice rough. “You kiss me like I’m not a mutant. Like I’m not a freak hiding in the dark. You kiss me like you see me.”

Her hand pressed against my chest. Over my heart.

“I do see you because you’ve shown me your more than what you appear to be and i’m not afraid of you Leonardo, not then and not now” she whispered.

I shut my eyes for half a second, pulling a shaky breath through my nose. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I was supposed to protect her. Keep her away from danger. Danger to my restraint. To my missions and to protect her normal human life—And right now? I didn’t give a damn.

“I’ve been jerking off to the memory of your voice,” I muttered into her ear, my voice hoarse. “In the showers. In the dark. Every time I close my eyes, I see you and i buried my feelings cause I knew it was wrong.”

She gasped—and I felt her thighs clench against my hips. “I touch myself thinking about you too”

Fuck. I needed to hear that. I kissed her again. “I shouldn’t be here,” I said. “You deserve normal. Someone who takes you out to dinner. Who walks beside you in the sun.”

“Then why are you here?” she asked, breathless.

“Because I can’t stay away anymore.” I kissed her harder, needier, before pulling back just enough to speak. “Because I’m selfish. I need you—so badly it hurts. I’ve always liked you but I knew better than to mess with you in anyway but I’m addicted to you like a drug. Your personality, Your laugh, your voice, your soft skin… the way you look underneath me when we train. The way you treat me—and my family—like we’re not different at all.”

I set her down on the couch, slowly, like she was made of glass—but my hands didn’t leave her body. They ran up her thighs, her waist, her ribs. She stared up at me, eyes wide and blown with heat. She opened her mouth to speak, but all I could do was shake my head once. The second her back hit the couch, I dropped to my knees.

I didn’t ask. Didn’t even give her a chance to breathe.

I pulled the blanket off her shoulders, exposing her skin to the heat still rising from my chest. Her thighs were bare, parted just enough for me to settle in between, my hands gripping behind her knees and dragging her to the edge like I’d done this a hundred times before in my head.

Because I had. I had dreamed about this. Fantasized. Obsessively.

She gasped when my mouth pressed hot and open against the thin fabric of her panties, already damp.

I groaned against her core, deep and low. “Fuck…”

She was so soft. So warm. And her hips arched right into me, like she couldn’t help it. I hooked my fingers onto her underwear and pulled to the side slowly, watching her squirm. I wanted to take my time.

But I couldn’t.

The second she was bare, I dove in—tongue flat and firm, licking a stripe up her slit before wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking, hard.

She cried out. God, the sound she made. It rattled something loose in my chest. Her fingers flew into my bandana tails, tugging, twisting.

I groaned again and buried my face deeper, licking through her folds, flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue until her thighs shook against the side of my head.

Her legs started to close—overwhelmed. I pushed them right back open.

“Leo I can’t—“

“You’re a big girl you can take it.” I growled against her.

She whimpered. And I went in. Tongue-fucking her, tasting her, getting lost in the slick heat of her. My fingers dug into her hips, anchoring her while her body started to roll—desperate, grinding against my face.

“You’re perfect,” I rasped against her, She moaned loud and long, hands trembling where they gripped my shoulders. But right as I pulled back to suck again, she reached down, pushing weakly at my forehead.

“I-I’m gonna—” she whimpered. “It’s too much…”

I looked up at her, panting, lips shiny with her slick. My cock was throbbing so hard it felt like a punishment—like karma for every cold shower I’d ever taken thinking about her. God, I was gonna cream my fucking belt.

Jesus Christ, I’m such a virgin.

Her chest was rising fast. Eyes glassy. Lips parted. I wiped my mouth slowly with the back of my hand, then stood—towering over her on the couch.

My voice was low. “What do you want me to do?”

She was silent. Wide-eyed. I was the one always telling her what to do.

“Use your words please,” I said, bending slightly, gripping her chin between two fingers. It was her turn to tell me what to do.

Her breath hitched. “I want to have sex with you,” she whispered. “Please I want you to fuck me.”

There’s my answer.

I growled, scooping her up without another word—one arm under her thighs, the other around her back—and carried her to the bedroom.

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