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The Animal Inside - Donatello x reader

Universe: Teenage Mutant Teenage Turtles (Paramount movieverse)

Rating: XXX (turtle sex)

Characters: Donatello, [You]

Summary: Donny didn’t often get aggravated or angry. You weren’t sure how to handle him when he did. Lucky for you, though, his anger could be funneled into more…productive things.

You were working in your lover’s lab, specifically using his desk to alter a blueprint of his (he’d asked), when he came storming in, talking in a lightning-fast tirade.

“–does he think he is telling me how to act I had everything under control and he just jumped in like the damn diva he is and pretended like he saved the day and then to get all self-righteous about it too his brain’s overflowing with dopamine the fool he’s gonna get himself hurt next time and I won’t be there to stitch him up–”

You blinked, having a hard time following what he was saying. He was circling the island table now, gesturing nothing in particular, and when he got to your side you put your arm out to catch him.

“Whoa, Don, hang on,” you said, getting his attention.

He looked at you, but his eyes were far away, his nostrils flaring. You’d never seen him like this and didn’t know what to do about it.

“What happened?” you demanded.

“I have skill!” he snapped in reply.

You fully agreed. “Well, yeah, but–” you started.

He cut you off, working himself up again. “I have plenty of skill! I don’t need anyone watching me or checking for mistakes o-or yelling at me if I don’t get something done in 0.0043 seconds like he wants and then acting like a freaking arrogant demigod when he does what I was going to do first!”

What the hell was he talking about? You had no words for this, no idea what you should say.

Then, to your surprise, Donny started up again – this time outlining some kind of physical fighting moves you couldn’t follow – and grabbed you by the thighs, hefting you up onto the desk in a fluid motion.

You couldn’t help a gasp at the motion, wondering what the hell he was doing now. He shoved the rolling chair out of the way with a violent kick, making it roll until a wheel caught on a cord and made it flip over.

Jesus. Fists on the desk on either side of you, Donny drew in close, and you found yourself thinking, Who is this guy? It wasn’t the Donatello you knew and loved – but you found yourself feeling thrills at his behavior all the same.

You could come to like this side of him.

“–and I can manage a fucking spinning kick just fine, you know that!” he ended his tirade, chest heaving with his outburst.

Still lost, you gave a tentative, “Sure?”

That wasn’t the answer he’d been looking for. You saw his eyes narrow behind his glasses, then he flung them off his head – you didn’t see where they went, but you heard something collide and shatter – and then he was mashing his mouth against yours, giving you an aggressive and needy kiss unlike any you’d shared before.

Holy shit, he was crazed! And, well, maybe you liked it…okay, you really liked it, but it wasn’t your fault! He’d never been forceful like this before and it was giving you delicious little quivers.

His grip bordered on bruising as he clutched you against him, his tongue invading your mouth with rough strokes. A part of you was so off-balance right then that you kept trying to withdraw, wanting to double-check and make sure this was the same turtle you knew.

He never let you get far, and eventually you ended up lying back on the desk with him bent over you, still devouring your mouth. With nowhere left to go, you could only moan and scratch at him, his actions starting to arouse the hell out of you.

Between kisses, he bit out, “Don’t–need him–to fucking–critique me!”

Good god, he’d never sworn like this either and you couldn’t help feeling turned on by it. Whatever his reasons for being so upset, you were weirdly happy it’d happened.

Then he drew back, breaking the kiss with an obscene smack, and his hands went right for the button of your shorts. Shocked but aroused at once, you swung your gaze over to the lab’s door – a freaking curtain – as your lover yanked your shorts open.

Your heart was pounding, going a mile a minute, when he divested you of your lower garments, still ranting about whatever-it-was as he went (you couldn’t really focus on his words anymore). Then, kneeling down, he brought his mouth between your legs.

You yelped, pleasure ricocheting through you, and clamped both hands over your mouth. His hands gripped your thighs where he wanted them as he set in, devouring you, and for lack of any supporting objects you rested your heels on his shell.

That talented mouth of his did wonders; you were wet in no time, and he yanked his head back with such an incredibly strong suck that you cried out, shuddering. Son of a bitch! That one move made your nipples harden to damn rocks!

Before you even had time to recover and catch your breath from his frenzied pleasuring, he was on you again, sucking on your lips and tongue. You felt his cock then, prodding at your entrance, and somehow you managed to feel surprised by that. Maybe because you hadn’t seen it coming – and you always saw it coming. Until now, Donny had always made sure of that.

He was so gifted in this arena that he’d unfailingly taken the time to let you get mentally prepared for it.

Not this time.

You’d taken it enough times by now that you knew that part wasn’t going to be an issue, but his demanding manner made you a little hesitant. His behavior so far suggested he was about to pound you into the wall. Logically, that gave you pause – emotionally, you almost creamed yourself.

Then he was pushing inside and you moaned against his mouth, such sweet pleasure rushing through you as he started to fill you up. He was more controlled now than he’d been a moment before, pressing in and receding gently enough to let you get used to his girth. But that didn’t last any longer than it needed to.

The moment he was fully sheathed and you were moaning in approval, he set in at a quick, hard pace that had you jolting from each thrust. He hooked his arms under your knees, holding them aloft while he hammered you like a bent nail.

You were lost in seconds, unable to focus on anything except holding on for dear life. When Donny broke the kiss and started nipping at your neck, pleasure singing through you and making you give a near-constant string of cries, you heard him still muttering.

His mind was never in fewer than two places at once, even now. But while you definitely heard some ranting, you were also starting to hear compliments – talking about how hot you felt and how you squeezed him every time he bit you.

It only seemed to spur him on more.

Suddenly he reeled back, standing upright and grasping your hips tight. The position gave him the freedom to snap his own hips harder and faster than before, and for a moment you were scared he was going to launch you clear off the desk. You reached out and snagged his suspenders, clinging to them for stability – his vigorous motions made one of them snap loose and fling over his shoulder.

Giving up on that endeavor, you grabbed the desk instead. Squelching and clapping sounds – along with your own pleasured screams – echoed in the lab, an audible representation of just how fucking good it felt. Your entire body was shuddering by now, and when you heard Donny gasp, “–love you so god damn much–!” you came.

Hard.

Point of fact, you squirted, the pleasure so intense you felt but couldn’t hear your own scream. Your lover just kept on railing you the whole time, until your eyes rolled back and you forgot how to breathe.

Between your ringing ears and numb body and heaving chest, you missed what he did next, but when you started to come back to reality you felt he was biting you again. Mouth on your neck and arms around your middle, he was clinging to you, and you could feel his cock pulsing inside you.

Ho. Ly. Shit.

You were practically wheezing as you caught your breath, body shuddering and shaking – most notably your legs – but you managed to get out, “Holy…fucking…shit…whatever…just…pissed…you off…keep…doing it!”

He groaned against you, making your throat vibrate, and you took that as an ‘affirmative’.

Again, my friend @sultrysirens wrote this steamy piece. If you like steamy, check out their Raphael fic, The Dancer 

Keep Quiet...NSFW!

It was movie night in the Lair. Michelangelo had invited you all to join him in watching a bad horror movie and eating too much junk food. You had said yes, of course, you always loved spending time with the turtles. And you knew Leonardo would be there too. His training and your life had gotten in the way of your quality time. And if watching one of Mikey’s old movies meant a little cuddling, then you were all for it. But Leonardo, it seemed, wanted a little more then cuddles. Twenty minutes into the movie, his hand had started rubbing your thigh. You hadn’t minded much but you soon came to regret wearing that short dress. His hand was now between your thighs, rubbing the outside of your panties. Passion began to burn inside of you as his fingers toyed with your pussy. It was too good and you were having trouble resisting. You struggled between pushing him away or asking for more. Maybe it had been too long since you’d spent time together, because you were ready to take him right then and there. Instead you quickly stood up, mumbling about getting something to drink, and speed walked into the empty kitchen. Leonardo had gotten up as well. You knew it. He had followed you into the kitchen. You knew that too. And, as you leaned against the counter, he came up behind you. His hips pressed against your ass, grinding just so. You wanted to moan, but a sudden scream from the TV reminded you how close the others were. Leonardo didn’t seem to care. His hands snuck around your hips, pulling up your dress and revealing your black panties. “You know what is one of the most important things a ninja must study?” he asked, his voice soft. His hands had returned to their little game, rubbing your pussy through the thin material. You shook your head, a spike of passion shooting through you. You knew he would tell you. “Silence. We rely on it. We test ourselves for it. Do you think you can be tested, Y/N? Do you think you can pass?” Your panties were slowly, so slowly, being pulled down. Half way down your thighs, he left them there in display and returned to your pussy. Already, you were wet. Already, you were struggling with holding back your moans. The light from the TV outlined your bodies as his fingers teased you, rubbing circles around your clit. You wanted to cry out. You wanted to say his name, beg him for more. You wanted more then just his fingers. But, you reminded yourself. The others were just outside. One or all of them could walk in at any time and catch you in the dirty little act. The thought only made you wetter, though, and Leonardo smiled. He had you right where he wanted you. “You’re doing so well, love.” the turtle whispered, encouraging you. “You’re doing so good, not making at sound for me.” He kissed your neck, your weakness (one of many at his disposal) and you nearly moaned. But you didn’t. You thought that, perhaps, that was it. You were horny as hell, your juices streaming down your thighs, but his fingers had stopped teasing you. You felt relief. Until you realized that he was listening. Someone was coming. Mikey had come into the kitchen, reaching for some extra snacks when he noticed you. You thanked the universe that it was too dark for him too see. You retracted that thank you when Leonardo continued his little game, even faster this time. Even better. You barely managed to gold back a scream as Leonardo’s fingers began to rub you quickly. “You two okay?” Mikey asked. Leonardo answered for you. “Yeah. Y/N’s got a little headache though. We might just head to bed here shortly.” “Aw, that sucks! I hope you feel better.” You nodded quickly, praying that Mikey would just leave already, and the turtle turned around and left. Leonardo kissed your neck once again, whispering “You’re almost there, love, almost done. Can you finish for me?” Moans were bubbling up inside of you, threatening to spill out. You wanted to scream and shout his name but, no, it would ruin the game. You nodded. And Leonardo slid and finger inside of your pussy. You shook with pleasure as his finger slowly fucked you. Your legs nearly gave out when he added another one. You were shaking and shivering and, fuck, you were so close. You were going to cum and you wondered if it was allowed. You wondered if cumming was a part of his test. Leonardo could feel your passion about to burst inside of you and said into your ear, “Cum. Right here, with everyone so close. Of you can keep quiet, you’ll be rewarded…if you can’t, you’ll be punished.” Just as he finished, you came, his name being chanted in your mind. Your juices spilled out of your pussy as your hips rocked. But you did it. You didn’t make a single sound. You had passed his test. Leonardo smiled as he removed his fingers, licking your juices off of them. God, if He wasted one more second teasing you…But he didn’t. He pulled up your panties and picked you up, holding you to his chest. Your arms wrapped around the turtle as he gave you a quick kiss. “I believe you have earned a reward, love.” He walked out of the kitchen and towards his bedroom, casually telling the others a quick goodnight. When the door was locked and you were both naked, Leonardo smiled sweetly. “Let’s see how loud I can make you.” be said, his voice dripping with lust. You whimpered now and the turtle smirked. He could do better then that. Much better.

asking raph for literally anything, is SUCH an ego boost for him. Specifically only when *you* ask him to do something, with your long pretty lashes. Looking up at him, “Raph, could you change the light bulb in this room for me?”

It never fails to send a shiver down his spine or give him like, asmr tingles in his brain.

with all of the fuzzy, tingly feelings going on.. he can never resist any request from you. With a half smile and a daze look in his eyes, staring down at you. “Sure sweet stuff. Can’t have you stacking up boxes again. could’ve killed ya’ self.

He gets a little jealous when you ask his brothers for stuff. He wants to be the only one you need, you know?

Anytime you ask ANY of his brothers even for the tiniest thing like “hey can you get that off the shelf?” He ALWAYS gotta say something.

“Why does he need ta’ do it?” Huffing and shit, he’s such a pissy baby.

Shit hits the fan when it’s Vern or Casey. He’s sitting down? Nah, he’s jumping up to do it himself. He’s a few feet away? Man is SPRINTING

I think you would find it funny and adorable. How he just wants to be the one to help you. After you guys get together, he calms down a bit. The jealousy isn’t as high as it was before.

To me, Raph has some issues with feeling insecure. So, when you ask him to do these things, I don’t know it’s like.. it makes him feel wanted.

TW; porn with no plot(?), afab!reader, female pronouns used for reader, male masturbation mentioned, creampie (use protection irl<3), dacryphilia. 18+ ONLY. Minors stay away.

Raphael 110% makes you beg for him when you two have sex.

I think the second or third time you guys have sex he’s suddenly on this “beg for me” bs.

Don’t get me wrong! It’s hot, I like it you know. But this man…. He’s mid-fucking you and he just stops abruptly just to press you against him and still himself inside you.

You are both on the brink of finishing, both shaking and whining. You have tears in your eyes, you were so ready to cream his dumb cock. “Raphie! Why! I was gonna cum”

“I know baby.. I know. But I need you- f-fuck to beg for my cum inside you. Please baby jus’ do it”

He wants- no scratch that he *needs* to hear you say it. Before you guys even got together, he was fucking his fist almost every night to the thought of you whimpering and begging him to fuck you.

He doesn’t want that to be only a mere fantasy, he wants you to be desperate for him as he is for you.

You’re a little confused at first. He keeps twitching inside you. Making you whine and squeeze around him in turn. “I wanna cum, Raphael, please.” Tears are streaming down your face at this point. Your lower lip wobbling, cheeks flushed from the stimulation and embarrassment.

The high-pitched whine you give with your “please” is music to his ears, but it’s not enough. He won’t lie, he’s being greedy in this moment. Soaking in the view he’s getting, trying to memorize everything.

Normally he hates seeing you cry, breaks his heart. But you look so pretty. It’s like sparkles in your eyes. It makes his dick pulse, watching the fat globs of tears go down your pretty face.

His big hands squeezing your thighs, feet perched on top of his shoulders. He lowers himself down to your jaw, lapping up your tears. Planting his hands on the bed next to your shoulders. He’s bending you in half this way, making you whine in his ear.

His cock somehow reaching deeper. “You can do better then that. Beg for it, or you don’t cum.” He’s panting hotly in your ear. His hips jolting against you.

You moan at the action, you finally catch on to what’s happening. You bring your hands up from where they were tearing at the sheets to force him to look at you. Hooking your arms around his neck.

“Come on, please Raph. Wanna feel your cum inside me.” Your delicate hands now placed on each sides of his face, looking straight into his eyes. Hazy with lust and desire staring down at you. Your own beginning to tear up again.

You start babbling and whining at him now, your voice is so loud. You bet that everyone can hear you right now but you can’t seem to care. Your moans consisting of ‘please’ ‘fuck me’ ‘come on, want your cum’

Groaning at your words, he lifts one hand to hold your jaw. Messily kissing you, licking inside your mouth. It’s more or so just you moaning in his mouth while he makes out with you.

He takes both of his hands to tightly grab your hips to start vigorously pumping in and out of you. He stops kissing you to lick and bite at your neck. Your yelps mix in with your moans when he nips at your neck a bit too hard.

“Y-ya’ so perfect, sweet stuff. So so perfect. All for me, yeah?”

He angles his cock to hit your sweet spot, knowing he got it when you let out a high-pitched “Raph!”

“You’ve been such a good girl”- when he feels that tight pressure around him, hindering his pace, he knows he said something right. He has a wild smirk plastered on his face.

“And good girls-“ he starts rubbing your clit at a rapid pace “-get ta’ cum.”

Your orgasm hits you right away. You see stars as your insides spasm around him. Your whole body shaking, eyes rolling back, tongue hanging out. You look so fucked out.

Raphael grips onto your hips like a life-line. Pressing himself as though he could possibly get any deeper inside of you.

Little whimpers escape your throat as you feel the hot sticky spunk fill your pussy.

You keep squirming under his hold. The overstimulation to much for you to handle, but he’s too strong and not really all there. All he can hear is his own heartbeat as he’s filling you up.

Getting out of his stupor, he slowly slides out of you, hissing at the sensation.

He manhandles you so he can lay on his shell with you on top of him. Rubbing your back as you both calm your breathing.

He has a cocky smirk on his face when you go to look at him. “Ya’ wanna be my good girl, huh?”

“You’re one to talk, sadist!” You have a goofy smile on your face, a slight blush from previous activities and for being exposed.

~~~~~~

Raphael has to dress you and carry you in the morning and for basically that whole day afterwards.

His brothers definitely look a little peeved the morning after.

Dom Donnie. NSFW💜

18+, blowjob, afab, she/her pronouns, subby!y/n, dom!donatello, OOC(?)Donatello.

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.

He could never say no to you.

this could be like, a totally random argument. It doesn’t even matter, it’s not serious or anything. Empty arguing basically.

but maybe you had a really bad day, or are just irritated and upset. You start saying some mean shit and getting pissy. Hands on hips, pointing your fingers at him..

And Raphael is just staring at you like 😐

And it just ADDS to your anger.

after he lets you rant a little, he grabs your jaw, putting some light pressure and demanding you open your mouth.

you start talking some shit and when you open your mouth he holds on tighter to keep your mouth still and open.

and spits. In. Your. Mouth. straight up SPITS in your mouth.

Proceeds to force your jaw shut and tells you to swallow it.

GIRL- I would cum on the spot ngl

raph should spit in my mouth whenever he wants + make me suck his fingers too. I’m such a subby brat LMAOO

Sometimes he just wants you to shut up yk, so he has found that spitting in your mouth helps.

Late Night Cravings

Warnings: Reader is female, swearing, smut, my god awful imagination and writing. Everyone is 18+.

2016 Donatello x Reader

Why the fuck are you awake?

A sleepy groan left your lips and you rubbed your face with both your hands, as if the motion would somehow make your eyes adjust to the dark faster. You look to your right from your place on the couch to glance at the alarm clock that had been placed on the coffee table.

‘2:45 AM’

Again. Why the fuck are you awake?

With a moody huff you turn over from your position on your back to lay on your side and face the back of the couch; just as you close your eyes and finally begin to relax, your stomach growles - accompanied by the familiar burning sensation that comes with your digestive tract deciding it wants to eat itself. To be honest you just lay there for a while, contemplating if you have the motivation or not to get up and scrounge around for something to eat.

You ponder your options: you’re staying with the boys. They most likely have pizza, Leo’s got some healthy stuff laying around - granola bars, protien snack packs with cheese and ham and Turkey, and maybe some fruits. Raph’s got- No. You better not. Mikey told you where he keeps his orange crush and chips, and Donnie’s got a bunch of sweet treats - Pop-Tarts, chocolate Hostess, Twinkies, Pop-Tarts, candy bars, coffee, and did I mention Pop-Tarts. Listing off all the food almost had the same affect as counting sheep, and you began to doze off before your stomach woke you up again.

Grunting you twisted your body to face the edge of the couch before propping yourself up on an elbow to sit upright. Damn your stomach for wanting nourishment. With a yawn and a stretch you finally got off the couch and headed for the kitchen, nearly tripping over one of Mikey’s old skate boards on the way - the loud noise it made caused you to freeze in place and listen for any sound of movement. You’d feel bad if you woke anyone up, afterall, you were a guest in their home.

You could here the faint sound of tapping, but you chalked it up to some leaky pipes before continuing on your way to the kitchen - tapping only getting louder as you continued. With your sights set on Donatello’s Pop-Tarts you grabbed a chair from beside the dining table and placed it next to the counter, before climbing on to the chair to stand on the counter, and reach the blue box at the top of the cabinets.

Bingo.

You quickly grabbed an unopen bag before placing the box back, climbing down and placing the chair back where it belonged. As much as you would have liked to open the bag quietly - you made peace with the fact that no one could open a foil bag of Pop-Tarts quietly, and just as you were about to take your first bite the sound of an aggrivared groan caught your attention. For a moment you thought you had been caught and nearly dropped your snack in a panic, hands fumbling as you caught the bag by one of the he corners, open end up.

Phew. The sound of tapping was louder now, and you decided to follow the noise as you broke off pieces of the sugary treat and ate them. The sound lead you to Donnie’s lab, his own little corner of the lair in the shape of half a dome - computer screens clamped and screwed onto various boards, pipes, and supports. The light from all his lit computer screens caused you to see him as a constantly shifting silhouette, the goggles that sat atop his head, his shell, and his muscular arms being the easiest things to make out from his shadow.

“Donnie?”

The taller turtle jumped slightly in suprise, his concentration being broken by your voice. He whipped around to look at you, “Y/N?” He raised his hand to push away the magnifying scopes from his face to get a better look at you, “Are those my Pop-Tarts?”

You stopped mid chew to lower the bag before slowly putting it behind your back, “No,” you said with a full mouth.

He snickered in response to this, “It’s fine,” he shook his head with a small smile on his face, “What are you still doing up?”

You shrugged, “I was asleep, but I guess my stomach decided food was more important and woke me up.” You walked over to stand next to him, and he swivels in his chair to follow you till you stood infront of his desk. “What are you doing?” Your gaze drifted from moniteor to monitor taking in everything - nine of them grouped together showed a several differnt security feeds from various cameras Don had probably set up in the tunnels leading up to the lair, a few screens showed schematics of you don’t-know-what, a few displayed some type of coding, and one had a video game start menu pulled up.

“Multitasking,” he answered, eyes still trained on you before looking down at a piece of poptart that you offered him. He slowly took the piece, putting it in his mouth before turning to face the screen with the game pulled up.

“Whatcha’ playing?” You leaned over his shoulder to look at the screen a little more closely. A side view of pretty CGI girl was on the right side if the screen, her hair was in a messy ponytail as she appeared to be looking wearily at something. On the left was the typical New game and settings options under the title of the game-

“Until Dawn, I found the disk and was able to salvage the game by ripping it onto my computer.”

“Can I watch?”

At this Donnie shrugged, “Sure.”

From what you had gathered so far, the game was about a group of teens vacationing in some Lodge in the woods on a mountain. Someone died at the beginning, and the group of angsty friends decided that the only way to get past their friends death was to go back to the place it all started. After a while you got tired of standing and with the poptarts having long been finished between you and the purple masked turtle sharing them, you keeled onto the floor before managing to wiggle your way under his arm and into his lap. Donnie raised his arm slightly when you tried to worm your way through - this was a usual thing with you and him. The first time you had done it caught Donnie off guard and made him almost spill his drink. Now, he was so used to it he hardly flinched, but he couldn’t help how tense he would get at the feeling of you so close to him, trapped between him and his desk, the smell of your shampoo, your bodywash, and the perfume you decided to wear invading his senses. They say perfume smells different on everyone based on their natural scent, and yours complimented you perfectly.

“Donatello?” You looked up at him in confusion, the game had given him an option to choose from and he hadn’t picked anything. When you turned in his lap to get a better look at your green friend you noticed him watching you.

“Oof,” your movment made him grunt slightly and snap out of his thoughts, “Sorry was just thinking.” He swallowed thickly before returning his eyes to the game on the screen, but was stopped again by the feeling of your hand on his face.

“Huh?” He spoke softly as he looked back down to meet yoi gaze. He studied you for a moment taking in all your features - your big beautiful eyes and your hair that seemed to frame your face perfectly; your breath still smelled like strawberry Pop-Tarts.

Fuck.

“What?” He was having a hard time concentrating, maybe he should go to bed.

“Are you okay?” By now you had fully turned in his lap to face him, straddling him as both your hands rested on either side of his face, eyes examining his expression as if it would tell you what he wasn’t saying outloud.

Donatello searched your eyes for a moment, setting the controller down on the desk and gently placeing his hands on your hips before noddng.

Fuck it.

You tilted your head slightly to the side, one brow raised, “Are you sure-”

You weren’t able to finish, Donnie quickly pressed his lips to yours, pushing you back gently against the desk as he leaned forward. You let out a very small gasp in suprise, and the hairs on the back of your neck seemed to stand on end, but you didn’t fight back as you relaxed into the kiss - arms now slowly wrapping around the turtles neck as you pressed your body into his. He slowly ran his hands up and down your sides before wrapping his arms around your waist and leaned back into his chair, taking you with him.

When you two finally parted you were panting from both the intensity and your increased heart rate, “Where did that come from? Not that I’m complaining.”

Donnie smiled and pushed back on his chair, rolling the two of you deeper into his little corner of the lair where the dome of screens opened up into a small archway that lead into his lab.

“Sorry, you just looked so kissable,” he reached up and grabbed the edge of some black curtains he had added above the archway before pulling them shut and looking back at you. You smiled up at the tall turtle, hands resting on his chest as you looked at his hazel eyes, they always seemed to change depending on the lighting, sometimes they were more green, sometimes they were more chestnut, and other times they were a perfect balance between the two. The both of you must have sat their for a good few minutes, just admiring eachother and enjoying the closeness of the other.

“Hmph-” this time it was your turn to catch the purple clad turtle off guard as you closed the gap between his lips and yours. His hands migrated from your hips to your hair, tagling them in your soft locks as he began to nibble on your upper lip. You opened your mouth slightly to gently suck and bite at his lower lip, causing him to let out an audible sigh. Now his hands were feeling all over you - rubbing your thighs, your lower back, before resting and gently squeezing your ass through the thin fabric of your leggings. You let out a mischievous giggle at this, before grabing the tails of his mask and tugged them to pull his head back and give you access to his neck. You trailed kisses from his lips, down his jaw, to the side of his neck, then to the top of his shoulder before making your way back up and settling on the junction where his neck and shoulder met.

Donatello couldn’t help but let out a breathless groan when you started to gently bite the area, while simultaneously grinding your hips down against his. Donnie moved his hands back to your waist, and kept you pressed firmly against his pelvis as he bucked up into you through his pants. The action left you slightly winded and sent a pleasent shock down your spine and to your core. He took advantage of your suprise and reclaimed your lips before he moved his hands under the tank top you wore and began to massage your breasts. You took in a sharp breath when he pinched one of your nipples, of course you weren’t wearing a bra, who the fuck wears a bra to bed. Now it was your turn for your hands to explore him as you slowly ran them up and down his plastron and his arms - tentatively squeezing his tense muscles every now and then to relax them.

You sighed when he pulled back, allowing the both of you to breath. He gazed into your eyes as the two of you tried to regain your breath, before sharply bucking up into your hips again and you moaned, the hardness under his pants managing to brush against your clit through the fabric of your leggings and underwear.

“Shhh,” he placed a hand over your mouth to muffle the sound, “I don’t exactly have a door or walls.” He was right, that ‘walls’ of his lab were mostly made up of plywood, metal scraps, steel poles, monitors, and whatever else Donnie saw fit to hang up, and while it did provide cover, it didn’t exactly muffle any noises. You nodded with the silent promise to try and keep quiet before he removed his hand from your mouth. You were still slightly dazed, so Donatello decided to lavish your neck with the same treatment you had provided his with, except he had decided to toy with your ear a bit - his warm breath combined with the mildy cool air of the lair caused shivers to run through your body, goosebumps arising everywhere, and the more he teased your skin the more sensitive it became. Your breathing became ragged, quick, and shallow from trying to keep any noise you might make at bay.

Not being able to wait much longer your hands moved from their perch on his shoulders, taking the straps of his suspenders down with them before continuing to the waist band of his pants, quickly rubbing the large bulge underneath before you popped the button open and undid the zipper. Donnie hissed at the relief, his pants had gotten tight on him but he didn’t want to say anything in case you hadn’t wanted to go that far. The purple masked turtle quickly resumed his assault on your neck as you snaked your hand under his pants and pulled out his hard member from its confines. Donatello let out a deep groan that was quickly silenced by your lips before he hastily tugged at the bottom of your shirt, and your hands moved to the edges of your top as you eagerly helped him remove it.

Donnie didn’t miss a beat as he kissed his way down from your lips to you breasts before he took a nipple onto his mouth and started to tease it, swirling his tongue around it and nipping at it every now and then, while one of his hands moved to massage the other and pinch at the hardening bud. His free hand worked to pull your leggings and underwear down before you moved your hands to help him remove those too, though ultimately you ended up getting off of him to lower them down to your ankles and stepped out of them. Donnie took a moment to admire you, bare, lips red and slightly swollen from kissing, hair a little messy from both you having been asleep earlier and him having run his hands through it, your chest heaving from breathlessness.

You leaned down to hover over him, and he watched you - eyes slightly wide out of curiosity as he wondered what you were going to do next. You smiled as you removed the goggles that still sat atop his head, albeit slightly a skewed from how they normally were, before you gave him a light kiss - finger tips ghosting down his body from his shoulder down to his waist line. You kissed him again, deeply this time as you wrapped a hand around his dick and gave a few pumps. He gasped as a pearl of clear precum beaded at the tip, however, that gasp quickly turned into a growl as you rubbed the head with your thumb, successfully lubricating the tip before you proceeded to give him a handjob. He reached for you, only to be met with disappointment as you stopped in favor of keeping his hands away, and before he could even protest about wanting to touch you, you dropped to your knees - taking his now throbbing cock into your hand before putting the head in your mouth.

His mouth dropped open slightly and he pulled a hand up to his mouth to bite, watching you intently. Oh fuck he hadn’t been expecting that. He let out a strangled and muffled moan as you slowly swirled your tongue around the head, not really minding the salty taste. You went slowly and watched him as he unravelled, before you pulled at his pants with your free hand. He took the hint, lifting his hips slightly and pushing his pants down to the middle of his thighs. You hummed at the burning sensation that began to build deep within you as you watched his expression contort into one of pleasure, the action of lifting his hips had caused you to take him in deeper and you sucked harder, making your mouth a tighter fit for him.

“Fuck-” he cursed under his breath, and you snickered around him before quickly taking as much as you could of him into your mouth.

“Ah-ha!” He couldn’t help that moan, but you stopped at the sound and looked up at him, narrowing your eyes slightly.

Hush.

He gulped, moving a hand behind your head and tangling his fingers into your hair, “S-sorry.” You ran your tongue from the base to the tip, swirling it around the head again before sucking lightly, and releasing it with a small ’pop’, only to repeat the action a few more times. He practically wheezed at your mininstrations, his grip on the back of your head tightening as he gently tried to get you to take more of him in again. With a huff you swatted his hand away before returning your hand around the base of his shaft, and moving your free one to rub his inner thigh before you began sucking him off again. Donnie tossed his head back, mouth slightly parted as he just enjoyed the pleasure you were so kindly giving to him.

“Oh, god,” after a moment he began to lightly thrust into your mouth, and you indulged him by increasing your pace.

“Y-Y/N,” he felt a strong, overwlmingly warm, and fluttering sensation in his abdomen. He managed to keep his voice down as he choked out your name, and as if on cue you removed yourself from him completely. With a frustrated growl he roughly grabbed you by the arm and pulled you so you were straddling him again, before he wrapped a hand behind your neck and pulled you in for a feverish kiss. You let out a soft moan when you felt the tip of his dick lightly brush against your entrance.

Donatello pulled away from you, “Are you sure?”

“What?”

“Are you sure you want to go through with this? I mean, I do, but it’s okay if you-” you cut him off with a kiss, quickly lowering yourself onto him as the two of you clung to eachother for dear life. You broke away from the kiss again and gasped, the feeling of finally being filled quelling the burning sensation you had been feeling. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and slowly rose yourself, before slamming back down. The action sent a shock through you, the positioning allowing you to take him in completely, and the force encouraging a heady moan to roll out of your mouth.

“Donnie,” you were breathless.

“Yeah,” so was he.

“Please move…”

Without hesitation, Donatello wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off his lap with ease, before he raised his hips to slam back into you. You gasped and choked down a moan, the feeling causing you to throw your head back as Donnie continued at a steady pace. He huffed and grunted as he did best not to make any noise that wouldn’t be muffled by the thin ‘walls’ of his lab. In the middle of his thrusts he had the mind to move one of his hands between the two of you and began to rub circles around your clit with his thumb.

“Ha-” you bit your lip to contain the noise, and unbeknownst to you, the tight muscles within you were being to flutter around Donatello, making him groan at the pulsing sensation.

’Tssst’ the loud sound of a coke can being cracked open from across the lair caught your attention, and you both froze in place. There was a faint fizzling sound as Donnie turned his head in the direction of his closed curtains. He followed the sound of foot steps wandering farther back into the opposite corner of the lair. Donnatello placed a finger over his lips as he looked back at you, telling you to keep quiet as he resumed his thrusting. Something flared within you, the threat of almost having been caught sent a wave of pleasure through your body and you began to meet Donnie’s thrusts with your own.

“Holy shit,” he said in a strained whisper, followed by the distant noise of someone throwing an empty coke can onto the floor, and the sound of whoever it was settling back into bed.

You felt an all too familiar knott quickly tightening within you, the sensation making your muscles tense with anticipation when suddenly, without warning, Donatello moves his hands under your ass and stands up from his chair - quickly laying you on the nearest suitable desk within his lab before continuing to rail into you. He raised one of your legs over his shoulder and wrapped the other one around his waist, causing your leg to brush against the underside of his shell, and you to raise a hand and bite the side of your thumb to keep from mewling in pleasure.

The purple clad turtle was panting now, his breath rate rivaling yours as his thrusts increased in speed and strength. He used his hands to tightly hold onto your hips and keep you in place, while your free hand came up to grip his bicep firmly.

“Fu-” Donnie grunted a you tightened around him before he lowered his head to nip at your ear and neck.

“You’re so damn gorgeous…” He grunted again, emphasizing his words with a particularly rough thrust that made you gasp and squeak with a sudden intake of air. He moved one of his hands that was holding your hips down back to your clit and started to furiously rub the burning bud. With that, the hand that you were biting, and the hand that had been clinging to his arm shot to grip the edge of the table beneath you.

“D-Donnie,” you choked out before gasping for breath as it was all becoming too much. He growled at the sound of his name before he firmly bit down on the crook of your neck. The knott that had been building within you was now sending jolts of pleasure through your body as you attempted to hold back, causing you legs to tremble and, if you hadn’t have been gripping on to the table so hard, your hands to shake.

“Come on, baby,” ha panted.

“Donnie!” Donatello slammed his lips onto yours, that moan a little too loud for comfort. Gone were the rhythmic thrusts from before as you and Donatello chased your orgasms. Now his thrusts were frantic, ridged, and rough causing the desk beneath the two of you to move and scruff against the ground. He moved the leg that had been wrapped around his waist over his shoulder like the other and held you close as the two of you finally came, Your tightness proving to be too much for him, and the stimulation he was providing overwhelming you. You didn’t get to moan his name - you had to settle for your mouth dropping open and tossing your head back onto the desk as you let out a silent scream, while Donnie’s teeth latched on to your neck once more before letting out a loud groan as he firmly kept his hips flush against yours.

The two of you just stayed like that for a while, reveling in the feeling of being so close together before Donatello finally removed himself from you with a deep, and exhausted exhale. He slowly stood, gently letting your legs off his shoulders before moving so he could pick you up - sliding an arm under your shoulder and another under your knees before he lifted you from the hardwood table, and carried you farther into his little nook where a cozy bed awaited the both of you.