I see a new prompt list! Could I ask "Do you mind repeating that? I wanna hear you say my name again." And "Don’t be shy. I know you can take it like champ." (If it’s cool combining two) with bay Mikey and a fem!reader.
So… Uh… *clears throat* this got a bit out of hand hehe… It turned out way more smutty than initially planned… Guess I am in a Mikey mood. Hope you like it! ♡ Thank you so much for the incredible amount of support ♡
Urge
Michelangelo vs fem!reader
Warning: SMUT, +18. MINNORS DO NOT INTERACT!
How long would it take for him to finally break? How long would you have to keep pushing, provoking, teasing to the edge of your own limit until he finally pressed you against a wall and filled you with his full length? How long you still had to wait to hear him groaning in your ear, feel his hot heavy breathing against your neck?
You couldn't deny that his resistance until now was a little bit unexpected, Michelangelo always seemed like someone who would pick up the smallest signs of interest and run with it to the bedroom but until this very day, all your implicit and explicit trials were met with a flirty smile and a dismissive attitude. Maybe he felt intimidated, maybe he wasn't into you... Maybe he actually didn't understand your real intentions to this day? No, absolutely no. If there was still a small chance Mikey had uncertainties about your uncontrollable urge to be railed by him, those doubts would be completely clarified... Today.
The mini skirt and the high neck shirt were over the top but you had already decided that you would bet with your dignity tonight and if this last attempt wasn't fruitful, well… At least you could say you did your best.
The widened eyes that greeted you as you walked the lair were the perfect sign your outfit sent the right message and the unmistakable stutter in Leo's voice when he answered you where Mikey was also gave you the missing bust of confidence.
You busted the door of his room feeling the heat between your legs getting more and more preeminent, Mikey was laid in bed reading a comic you didn't have the time to distinguish. He received you with the same smirk that teased you all those weeks prior and this time you were not going home thirsty.
"Dawn baby, are you single?" He said, putting his comic down. You closed the door behind you and hopped in bed making a conscious effort to flash the orange panties you were wearing underneath the mini shirt. You saw him gag once you climbed his lap without any ceremony and placing both hands in his cheeks you plead your last favor:
"Fuck me. For God's sake, Mikey, just fuck me already."
His shocked expression was immediately replaced by a wide mischievous smirk that made your skin crawl.
"Took you long enough, don't you think?" He answered, already lifting your skirt to squeeze your but cheeks.
"... WHAT?" You said, filled with the rage of knowing you were being played with while mutually trying to suppress a visceral moan while he held you booty tight.
"I was teasing you, Baby… I needed you really wet and bothered when you finally decided to beg for my attention." He mocked you, taking your shirt off.
"What the fuck, Michelangelo!" You shouted, outraged with his game. You didn't even had the time to get mad at him, because just as the words let your mouth you felt his fingers glide through your panties, pressing the sensible pearl between your legs making your next sound a suppressed moan.
"Do you mind repeating that? I wanna hear you say my name again." Mikey asked as he drew small circles in your precious spot. You bit your lip arching your back, the suppressed horniness making your body tremble.
He removed your bra, kneading your breast with his free hand, he then held you closer by the waist taking one of your nipples with his mouth, sucking the tip gently as if he was tasting you. This time your moan could not be suppressed and the sound made him chuckle lightly, he slowly glides your soaking wet panties to the side, feeling the raw skin of your labia with his tick digits, the pressure in between your legs starts to build and your open mouth is drying in contact with the air.
He teases your entry with his fingers for a while as you try to contain your urge to just seat in his finger so you can be filled, you can feel his smiling against your breast, still playing with your nipples with his tongue and lips.
"It looks like I may have left you waiting for too long, Babycakes… You're so wet I can smell you from here." As he teased you once again that night,you felt his finger slide inside you and the feeling of the fiction in your walls made you hold a scream of pleasure.
"...f-fuck…" Was all you could say after some incomprehensible sounds left your mouth.
"You're so tight, Y/N…" Mikey said, biting your neck slightly and sucking vigorously your pulse "... but don’t be shy. I know you can take it like champ."
You felt his finger press that perfect spot inside you and just as you felt your release getting closer and closer, he took his finger off you.
"WHAT THE FU-" You started your complaint but he had already opened his zipper and released his member off his pants. It was big, hard and throbbing and you were so hypnotized by the side that when he raised you effortlessly in the air and placed you right on top of his member you screamed in surprise.
The pleasure was immeasurable. The amazing stretch, the feeling of being utterly filled and the grip of your walls against his hot dick made you see stars.
The next minutes were filled with your moans and his groans, the air thickening with each stroke and the unmistakable noise made by his bed as you ride him to oblivion.
Once he started to simultaneously pinch your nipples lightly you knew the pressure in your lower belly was about to be released, he kept the ritm firm and gentle and when your last moan announced your orgasm, he plead:
"Kiss me."
So you did and as your lips collapsed so did your legs and with his large member buried deep inside you, you came. Mikey followed after more two or three pumps and the feeling of his hot seed against your thighs and inside your pussy made you shiver.
You fell in the mattress right next to him, painting like you ran a marathon. He looked at you and smiled, holding you close to his chest.
"I've waited for this… for so long." You gasped for air, feeling his hard shel against your cheeks.
"I am sorry for keeping you waiting." He confessed "I promise I'll make it worth it."
Hiya! Your writing is incredible! If it's not too much to ask, could you do female reader with mikey for the prompt "if we get caught, I'm blaming you."?
Thank you so much! Loved this prompt, hope you enjoy c: is a bit short, just some fluffy date with our dear Mikey to decorate your dash ♡
A date with Michelangelo
Dating Michelangelo was a bold choice to make. Not only because he had a unique life style (If you can call living hidden in the sewers and spending most of his time protecting the city from the shadows a life style) but mostly because he had a unpredictable mood and a frequent habit of planning the most unusual dates. The list of places he had taken you include but it's not limited to: the very top of the Statue of liberty at 4 am so you could watch the sun rise, a abandoned theme park that still had functioning skate boards tracks and inside the penguins cage at the zoo (in that day especificly he almost froze to death, but you did pet a penguin so you both agreed it was worth it). Not that you minded his adventurous plans, it had been almost two years since you started dating and you could keep up with his ritm pretty well, this time though you couldn't hide your anxiety was you walked straight into the Metropolitan Museum of Art holding hands with your mutant turtle boyfriend.
The building looked haunted with all the lights turned off, you had entered via a secret window that opened at the ceiling and for the first time since your agreed to be his one and only you actually felt anxious.
"Mike, are you sure this is ok?" You asked, whispering. The large saloon engulfed your worlds and you feared stepping at the wrong line and activating a secret alarm.
"No worries, Baby. I got all figured out!" He answered with the same confidence as always. Your held his hands thigher and tried to suppress the sound of your breathing. This wasn't a abandoned park or a touristic monument, this was a national protected building filled with art that was so precious to humanity's history you couldn't put a price on it, you couldn't stop thinking about the possible outcomes of your little secret visit.
"If we get caught, Mikey, I'm blaming you."
You proceeded the walk along a long wall, which part of the building you were on you could tell but not long before you verbalized your worries all the lights suddenly turned on and you find yourself in the middle of a big room, surrounded by sculptures and a marbled flor.
You gasped, amazed by the view and the majestic feeling of being in the room of European Sculptures and Decorative Arts of the MET alone with your boyfriend.
"Not so worry now, huh?" He teased offering you a big smile. You chuckled and held him closer.
"How did you...?"
"Oh I have my sources." He said holding you by the waist, guinding you though the room.
That was one of the greatest nights of your life. The calm and piecefull ambience of the empty Museum contasted with your joyfull laughs and endless conversation as you strolled along the long corridors, arms crossed.
Once you had roamed around enough to make your feet sore, you stopped at the Great Hall to rest.
"I am glad you liked." Michelangelo said, laying his arms around your shoulders.
"I loved it! But let me say: a date at a Museum? I wasn't expecting that from you!"
"Oh I am sorry miss! What did you expect from me?" Mikey teased.
"Well I dont know... Making out in a Pizza factory?"
"I can't believe you just planned the perfect date on the spot!"
You laughed and placed your arms in his neck, pressing your bodies closer.
"Oh we can still make out in a museum... That's half of your date right there."
He gave a mischievous smile before placing you in his lap.
"Good enough for me!" He confessed, pressing his soft lips against yours. No matter how many times you kissed him you always felt like the world could end around you and it wouldn't make a difference. You had each other and that has more than enough.
Once again as you pressed your tongue against his you though about how lucky you were of being the special someone of the most generous, caring and loving man (...turtle!) you had met.
