Brought up well (Donatello x Female!Reader)
Summary: Donnie remembers his manners.
Word count: 1895
Genre: Pure Smut
Notes: I know, O know, I've been gone for a while, and I have, like, a bajillion requests, but this has been on my mind for a while so... Here! I will come back to writing as soon as I can but until then, I hope this will do.
Heated kisses and soft touches spread warm tremors all over your system, your breaths were quick and shallow to compensate for the pounding of your heart, as quiet, timid sounds left both you and your partner.
His thigh, from its position between your knees shoved into your center, perfectly hitting it, shooting electricity all over you.
"Donnie!" you mewled, out of breath, as your hot lips slapped agains his cooler ones, once more to show him instead of saying just how much you cherish him.
His unzipped khaki pants slipped lower and lower down his hips the more you shuffled in his lap, the more you rub his thigh between your legs, though you'd grown impatient and it was time you stopped playing around.
One of your hands left his neck to trail down the hard plates of his plastron, down over what looked like a killer six-pack, slowly, languidly, dragging your nails over the hard surface, feeling a soft audible vibration under your fingertips. Your fingers reached the rough fabric of his pants, down his briefs, lower still.
"Aah, babe"' his knee jumped again, his muscled thigh rubbing into your soaking panties once more. Thank god you'd forgone pajamas that night.
The warm, soft skin, softer than the rest of his body, under your hand made your mouth water.
His breathing lost all rhythm and meter, his hands on your hips now squeezed and kneeded, seemingly unable to control themselves. And the sounds he was making were making your insides melt.
"O-hooo, comet! Just like tha-aaahh!"
He sought you out, looking for stress-relief, and you were more than happy to provide it to him.
Your wrist moved your hand rhythmically, head to base, a smidge lower and back up, and the noises were intensifying as your mouth made busy at his neck, truly overloading his senses.
You wanted him to be well-satisfied but also get some sleep, so in between your lust-ridden thoughts, the need for efficiency made itself known.
Slight squeeze. Tug. Head. Base. Up. Down. Up. And again.
"Nnnhhh..." he had lost the ability to produce words, that usually meant he was close, that was your que to stop but before you could, "Mmhhh, (Y/N)!"
Hot.
Sticky.
Fuck.
Maybe you were a bit too efficient.
As he calmed down, and you sat up and pulled your hand out of his pants, you could see the panic start to settle on his face.
"Oh, my god, (Y/N), I am so sorry, I..." you could swear be would be blushing if he was capable.
You felt laughter bubbling but couldn't let it out, lest he take it the wrong way. He was too adorable for this world. Sure, strong, and brilliant and super sexy most of the time, but adorable too.
"Baby, it's fine." he seemed confused by that for whatever reason, you'd told him your expectations were low before him, "I take it as a compliment." you giggled, and yes, it did feel like a compliment, when this well-put together, sometimes stoic man lost his composure to you.
Some of his shame seemed to simmer down but the residue of it was still visible, he refused to make eye contact, the downwards tilt of his cupids-bow lips.
This won't do.
"Donnie, it's fine!" you stressed, grabbing the back his neck so he will look at you, "It happens! There's nothing to be ashamed of!"
"But you..." he either didn't know how or didn't want to finish that sentence for a reason, but as your eyes followed his to the wet patch on his pant leg, you caught his meaning.
Yep, that's an issue, but you could take care of yourself
"I'm fine, Don. I won't explode if I don't cum in the next few hours. And then," your fingertips dragged over the skin just above his plastron, "there's always time in the morning."
His eyes shot to yours immediately after. There was something else in those endless pits of gold, that wasn't there before. There was something raw and wild.
His hands on your hips, tightened around your skin, and a sudden vertigo hit your senses.
And you were on your back.
"No, comet." his lips trailed dizzyingly over your scorching skin, his large rough fingers rubbing into your waist, intensifying your need, "I've been brought up well." snap, there goes another pair of panties, but you could care less, "To show my gratitude."
Oh, fuck.
Even his breath on the base of your neck felt electric, his hands gliding over your thigh were flint to your inner world, waiting for a force of nature to level it with the earth.
Words were no longer needed between you, nothing you said would be coherent, and nothing he could say would be necessary. It was just your bodies talking now.
The thin hot shirt you were wearing was promptly removed, so was your bra and underwear, though you didn't much care how.
All that was left was the hot air in the room and Donnie's cool hands over your scorching skin.
There was an instinct in you to hold him close, though you somehow found it in you to suppress it. You wanted to see what he would do. How he would act when unconstrained. After all, it was with you that he could be boldly, entirely, truly himself, and there was no interest in you to stifle that boldness.
Wet, well-kissed lips trailed over your clavivles, down the notch in the middle, lower still between your breasts, where his tongue peeked out once or twice.
"Tease. " you giggle breathlessly.
"Game recognising game." he chuckled into your skin, hot puffs of air hitting you like a hailstorm.
His large hands finally, started sliding up your increasingly hot skin from your waist, up your sides, soft and gentle as if handling a fine work of art, over the sides of your ribcage and eventually covered your breasts.
Your back arched on its own accord, your hands jumping to the back of his neck, in desperate need to hold onto something.
"I've got you." he whispered into your skin, his thick fingers pinching both your nipples, hardly gentle but not painful.
He knew you well.
Suddenly his warmth was all gone, and you were left to the chilly air in the room.
Eyes shooting open, without realising they'd shut, you look over you - nothing.
A pinch at your inner thigh startles you, you look down and there he was, the smug bastard, with his head bowed between your thighs, quickening breath falling over the skin of your tummy and tickling the skin there.
You were going to ask how, but you knew the answer - he's a ninja.
You'd usually give him all the privacy he needed, he was shy sometimes but there was something different about that night, something far more raw and primal in him, perhaps the need to prove himself, that made you yearn for the sight of him there. With no thoughts in your head, just bare instinct, you grabbed at the messy bed around you until your hand landed on a pillow, which you pulled behind your back to prop you up.
Those same silky wet lips left a small path of kisses from your knee down towards your center, but not fully there, as you got ready for the night of a lifetime.
"Comfy?" he asks, voice muffled by your skin, as his eyes traveled up your trembling naked body.
"Very."
No sooner had you said that, his face was buried in your slit. A gasp of surprise startled your lungs as a soft kiss landed on your labia.
Then his tongue peaked out, so gentle it almost tickled. Then again and again, almost going in as your breaths quickened with every passing second. Then again, finally passing the barrier, the thick appendage shoving into you and pulling out at a speed you could hardly imagine.
And the sight of him, leaning over you, tongue-deep in your pussy, with a face of pure serenity, was mesmerising. He seemed so calm, so in-the-zone that just looking at him could make you cum on the spot.
One of your hands trailed down your neck, to one of your breasts, tweaking a hard nipple, pulling slightly, till a whine split from your throat, then slowly torturously sliding down your stomach to your clit.
You were just about to press on it softly, but a large hand pinned yours to your stomach, Donnie's eyes quickly training in yours.
His other hand, and it's dexterous fingers slid all the way up to your neck, up your jaw, to press at your lips.
Fuck.
Your lips split to take in his thick rough digit, licking, sucking on it, meanwhile the heat was building in your core, your muscles tightening and and clenching on empty, as soft whines and moans muffled into the pad of his thumb.
"Fuck, dove." he whispered into your slick skin, he sounded strained too. Your eyes opened to be greeted with the sight of him yet again, though you saw he'd grown tense, his breathing came in puffs around your center, as he relentlessly fucked you with his tongue.
His thumb pulled out of your mouth and dragged over the peaks of your breasts, before pressing down on the center of your pleasure.
Electric waves shot through your system, your legs cramping around his neck and the top of his shell.
"Donnie!" you cry, recklessly shouting his name into the air for anyone to hear.
"'m here, comet." his voice fell into your core, as his thumb started drawing small rhythmic circles into your sensitive bud.
Your back became an impossible arch and the sounds he pulled from you were truly obscene.
Just a little more.
"Donnie!" you whine, powerless to his assault on your senses.
"I know."
With no warning, his rough pad on your clit tripled it's speed, the shock of it pulling another scream from you, as the last air in your lungs left you. His movements were so fast and somehow gentle enough, they brought tears to your eyes.
So close
Just a little more.
"Aaah!"
Snap.
The muscles in your legs and stomach contracted, pulling clenching together, caging him close to you, so he could witness the results of his labor from up close.
Your lungs pulled and pushed sporadically trying to get a hold of themselves, your heart had stopped completely and your voicebox had gone fully silent the moment your jaw dropped, once you reached your peak.
It took a minute for your muscles to release their vice-like grip on him, and once they did you slumped back into your pile of pillows, boneless, spent, satisfied.
You would have loved to see him in that moment but you could not compel your eyes to open, though you did eventually feel him move from between your legs, and then warm, strong arms surrounded your waist, and pulled you to lay on his strong plastron in your stomach.
A large hand ran over your hair, smoothing it back, out of your face, then disappeared for a bit, and then a blanket pulled over your back.
"Hope your dad didn't teach you that."
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