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“Baby, I need you.”
Returning from work crushed and exhausted, and most notably frustrated, wasn’t a thing you made a hibbit out of, but it did happen. The whole day had been a mess, one that you, most likely, will have to deal with for another week or two. It didn’t help that all day you’ve been distracted, getting progressively more and more frustrated. Why?
It was because for whatever reason your mind had been occupied. By him.
Could it be because you and your turtle had entered a very special part of you relationship? Maybe because ever since the first time with Donnie he had been opening up to you at a rate unseen before? Perhaps it was because for the past month and a half he’d shown you some of his deepest desires, letting both you, and himself, explore them together? Could it possibly be because his libido was sky high, his stamina was unrivaled by anyone you’d ever been with and just thinking of his skill and devotion had you sweating like a whore in a church?
It could very well be any one of those reasons, maybe even all of them, and more, but regardless of the reason, the fact is you needed him. Badly.
And you let him know.
“Dove, I have to finish the security updates, Leo’s been on my shell for a week.” you felt bad for distracting him from his work, really bad indeed, but the ache between your thighs and thumping of your heart convinced you that you could make up to him later - you would make up to him later - if he just gave you the solution to all your problems right then and there.
“I’ll help you fix it later, I’ll do anything.” he still didn’t budge even with your arms splayed out on his plastron, fingertips slowly dragging over the hard surface, which you know he felt, and in fact, enjoyed - the slight vibrational tremor of the plates of his plastron gave it away. But that somehow wasn’t enough. If that’s how it’s gonna be, then you’re gonna have to pull out the big guns.
“Baby, please~.” it came out as a needy breathy whine, and it very much was, but as his hands stopped moving and his chin lifted sharply, you knew he was listening now. You could hardly resist touching him at that point, lips landing on his broad neck, softly planting kisses, then your tongue came out to play, licking his individual scales one by one, and as a particularly powerful quake rocked your body, your arms tightened, hands clenching at him for dear life and you teeth grazed the thick muscle, and bit in.
A growl so powerful rumbled in his chest you’d be worried it was an earthquake, had you been concerned about anything other than your turtle man.
God, you hated begging - it felt demeaning and humiliating, and Don had never actually asked you to do it, but you knew how it effected him and you were so desperate for him you would do it gladly.
“Don, please, I need you, please, ple-ah!” he swiftly turned his chair, swept you off your feet and into his lap, and crashed your lips on his, sighing a shaky breath of relief. The sides of the chair cut into your thighs, his glasses were in the way but that couldn’t stop you from pressing your chest into his, mouth on his, tongue and teeth dancing with his.
There was that growl again. It ran through your chest, hitting your heart, and then straight to your core. You felt your mouth water and your insides give an involuntary shiver, thighs clenching instinctively around his hips.
As his hands held you steady on the sloped chair, clutching at your sides, your hands slid up his neck to the back of his head where you shakily but carefully unfastened the buckles of his visor, took it from his head and blindly put it on his desk. Next was the headset - you took it off and reached behind Don to put that on his work table as well. His rough chilly hands slid under your shirt, roaming your skin as you went to take his glasses off.
And then he quickly pulled back, eyes hazy, glasses slightly foggy and so deliciously out of breath.
“Wait!” he growled. You rarely heard that tone from him, and you were certain his brothers never have, it was only for you, only for these special occasions, when he’d let his guard down, throw all logic to the wind and give himself to you entirely, “I have an idea.” a low moan left you lips as you heard those magical words.
Oh, he’s had many brilliant ideas, no doubt, but the ones he had when you two were in private, were your favorite ones by far. Like that time when he asked you to read him “To His Mistress Going to Bed” by John Donne as he ate you out, or that Halloween night when he had left over glow-in-the-dark paint from decorating and he let you paint him after which you fucked in the dark like bandits, or let’s not forget that one occasion when he’d somehow tangled himself up in one of those mile-long cables he had laying around, but was in no rush to get untangled.
He lifted you from the chair and got up himself, grabbing your hand and pulling you along to the door. You were curious but not really concerned - not once had he given you a reason to worry - he somehow always knew how much was just enough, and where you’d draw the line.
You entered the garage. Oh, that’s new, you’d never done it in the garage, because it’s an open space and it’s somewhat of a risk.
“Don, what if someone-”
“My brothers are on patrol and dad is off in Manhattan to meditate. We’re alone.” and just as well, because the moment the words left his mouth, you yanked his arm back, he turned and you slapped your mouth over his, it was all teeth and tongue, hardly gentle but definitely passionate.
He slowly walked you backwards, never breaking your passionate embrace, until your back hit a cold metallic surface, at which point he finally tore away from your lips, looking so deliciously incoherent and disheveled.
“I’ve always wanted to do it in the Shellraiser.” he growls, bending down as much as he could to lave and kiss at your neck, but as he wasn’t getting enough in this position, he grabbed your hips, pushing you further into the metal plates of the truck, as you wound your legs around his hips for balance. He swooped down to give you just one more hot kiss before pulling back again, staring at you with those intense eyes made of liquid gold and passion, “I want to see you in green and purple lights, on that old loveseat we found together. What do you say?”
Your breath hitched as you tried to produce a response, inevitably shortening it to “Fuck yes!”
He dropped you back onto your feet and you almost struggled to use them as he took your hand again and pulled you to the back of the truck where the door was.
It was a high jump, so he went in first, then knelt on the edge catching you by the waist and pulling you up as well. It never ceased to amaze you how actually strong he was.
His hands stayed on your sides as his face swooped down to catch your lips once again, now twice as riled up, rough, wet lips sliding over your soft ones, hot air from his nose hitting your face like a summer storm. Your eyes hardly had any time to adjust to the harsh lighting before they forcefully shut themselves as you were overpowered by Donnie’s zeal. Clearly he’s been thinking about this for a while.
His powerful hands slid down from your waist to your ass, where they gave an appreciative squeeze, then to the backs of your thighs. He lifted you again with seemingly no effort, spreading your legs around his waist again, but as he lifted you over him, the front of your pants slid over his rough uneven plastron, giving you an electrifying shock, making you arch against him.
“Ahh…” You whined into his chin, head bowed, face screwing up in pleasure.
“Not gonna make you wait, don’t worry.” he chuckles lowly, sitting into that godforsaken loveseat and leaning back. The little bounce he did on the plush surface effectively pushed the front of his pants to yours and this time he felt the shocks too, giving a low churr to compliment your soft moan.
Clothes started flying as your hands were all over each other - first your shirt and bra, then his mask, then your pants and underwear, then his.
He squeezed and groped furiously at any skin he could touch - your ass, your sides, grabbing and massaging at your chest, pinching and pulling at your nipples. Your hips moved in sync with his faster and faster, grinding, rubbing against one another, your cunt over his cock, effectively showing him how wet you’d been all day, what the thought of him did to you, but never entering. Oh, and you were so close already.
“Donnie!”
“I’m here, dove!” his voice was crackling too, like a forest fire - spreading fire through you just as quickly, like distant thunder - low and firm, and heavy.
One hand landed on his shoulder, nails digging into his hardened skin, making him hiss and shiver a bit, and the other went to give him a pump, while your hips still performed tiny gyrations you could not control.
You swiped your fingers over your dripping sex, the soft motion tickling your soft skin, making you shakily exhale whatever air you still had in you, only teasing but never entering, and used the collected lubrication on his head, the smooth slippery skin there now sliding effortlessly in your hand.
“Oooh! Yeah, dove… Just like that…” he whined and moaned, progressively getting louder and higher, more frantic as his hips started responding to your hand.
“That good, baby?”
“Y-yeah…”
His voice could kill you on the spot. The way he growled, barked orders, churred; the way he moaned, whined, whimpered, begged - no one else could do that to you just with their voice.
Your hand gave one final pump, walls clenching at the though of finally having him in you!
“Look at me.” he prompted, winding an arm around your waist to pull you into his chest again, hand landing on your butt, while the other stayed at your side to help pace you, “I want to see you.”
That rattled your heart so deep you moaned and nearly came untouched. What a man.
Slowly, oh, so slowly, taking in a deep rattling breath, you put his head to your entrance, slowly sliding it back and forth over your lips, teasing your clit as well as his head, nearly shaking at this point.
“Tease.” he grumbled breathlessly, which made you giggle a bit, even more dizzy then before.
“I’ve been waiting all day, baby, I can wait a little longer.” but with those words the wait was over as you finally positioned him under your entrance and eased yourself down.
His breath hitched in pleasure, head falling back over the back of the seat, hands clutching desperately at you, pulling you to him, until your nose was lashes away from his.
You exchanged half-lidded looks of want and need and simultaneously moved to each others lips. His hand snaked into your hair, softly pulling at the roots at your nape, the extra stimulation shooting and bouncing through you like a ball of lightning. Jaw clenched, teeth bared and snout scrunched up in pleasure - he was a sight to see.
You just needed a little bit, you were so wound up.
“So glad I didn’t cum in the office.” it slips out before you could stop it but as you see his eyes widen slightly, you couldn’t possibly stop yourself from continuing. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, since the moment I left your room.” your hips did a small thrust froward, then slowly started falling to his lap, “I’ve been thinking about all the things we’ve done together… Aahh… A-and about all the things we can be doing… Mmmmm-f-fuck, Don…” a strained sigh left his nose, and he then gasped for another breath, struggling to keep a steady rhythm - perhaps he was wound as tight as you were, “I tried to help myself in my office but it wasn’t enough. Not since our first time.”
You purposefully clench your inner muscles, the friction almost blurring your vision, as Donnie let slip another low sigh, strong sweaty digits squeezing at your waist and ass, trying to both push you to move harder, while still leaving you in control - he had told you he felt better knowing you could control the pace but you suspected there was something else there too.
“I’m here now.” and there, he was - in and around you, surrounding you in heat and love, his searing flesh running slowly against your inner walls, every ridge and vein, and thrust and grind making soft electric shocks tickle and tease every cell of your being.
The depth of his voice ran through my bloodstream straight to your core, clenching at him. He groaned louder than you’d heard before, head falling back onto the seat, and his hips sprung up, and his hands held you down, his head shoving farther in you than you’d thought was possible. A sharp high moan ripped from your throat as your back arched, toes curled and hands grabbed for purchase, while his thrusts started getting faster and more erratic, seemingly forcing all his focus in bringing you both to heaven.
The muscles in your thighs ached and shook and trembled and not just from the immediate stimulation either. Don seemed to notice you getting tired, or maybe he’d been expecting it all along.
“You close?”
It sounded like a command even though it was clearly a question, the sultry yet caring tone of his voice, his glowing golden eyes under his glasses and those damned neon lights, and another question emerged, when had you moved away from him?
You found yourself leaning back with your hands on his knees, head thrown back. It was easier to move your hips over him in this manner, but you were so close you needed more, just a little more. You needed him close, you needed his breath on you, you needed his skin under your lips, you needed to feel the vibrations of his groans rattle through you. You needed him.
You forced your weight back on to your hips, the motion of sitting up only serving to move his searing heat deeper in you. A shaky sigh and a sob of pleasure left your lips and Don groaned again as you clenched around him.
“Lemme help you.” he growled, the sound hitting you right where it mattered. A hand came off from your waist, and positioned itself between your legs, thumb over your secret center. And then he pressed down.
“Aaah! Donnie!” your jaw went slack, eyes rolled shut, nails digging into his shoulder as your whole body clenched.
Oh, so close…
Your body was so deliciously woven around the very concept of him, the knot so close to snapping, as his thumb slowly started drawing circles around your little nub.
“Hnnn, you’re killing me, dove.” he groaned, raising his other hand to your chest to fondle the soft supple flesh there, rough thumb over your nipple, tweaking it like he knew you liked.
One hand, fell from his shoulder, slid down his plastron, roughly dragging your nails over the rough armor, and then fell behind you and between his legs where it found the burning length, rapidly entering you. Just under it was some more tender soft skin, smooth and hairless, and slightly damp.
“Oooh! Right there, dove, right there…” he whined his voice getting away from him.
You slid your fingers around his sack, squeezing every time he’d pull out.
His hips started to shake and so did yours, slowing down his thrusts to some hard shoves, thumb shaking over your nub of nerves as you squeezed your hand harder around him, pussy clenching him in to keep him from leaving. You were burning up, barely breathing, your thighs and clit were tender and a bit sore.
“..so close…so close…” you cried repeatedly like a mantra.
He snapped in, thumb pressing down on you, and you crashed.
White filled your vision, your entire body clenching gloriously around him, head falling back as your back arched, slack-jawed. In extasy.
An even more powerful heat filled you, your hips gyrating slightly without your volition, softly milking whatever he would give you.
Once you had the mental fortitude to open your eyes,you saw the most beautiful sight in the world.
Donatello, with his glasses finally off, leaning his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as he tried to take in breath again.
Your painting and the slight buzz of the blinding green and purple lights were the only sounds in the Shellraiser.
“We gotta do this more often…” he chucked, head still thrown over the back of the loveseat, his hand reclaiming its position at your waist.
And then he looked at you. And worry came into his face.
“Dove, what’s wrong? Was it too much?”
His other hand immediately found your face, tough skin running over your cheek where you were surprised it found a wet trail.
“Pff…” you giggled and cackled, so thoroughly fucked-out that you forgot your manners. “No, baby, you’re just so good, you make a grown woman cry.”
His worry melted away, and under it was an odd type of pride, one that you didn’t see from him often - there was a gentlemanly lust in there, as well as his usual curiosity when it came to you. Honestly, if you weren’t so oversensitive, you would’ve jumped him again.
“If it’s happy tears, than I’d gladly do it again.” he chuckled, tenderly running his thumb over your soft cheek, those exhausted, satisfied eyes burying into your minds eye, as if he saw exactly how your mind ran.
“Oh, after that performance, you better.”