"Crap!" Mikey hissed dramatically, groaning while splayed out on the dirty cement floor of the defunct subway station. You gasped and scurried over to him, skidding on your knees to his side.
"Oh my gosh, Mikey, are you okay?" you fretted, hesitantly reaching out to touch the fresh red marks on his skin.
"Obviously not," he scoffed, finally sitting up. "I totally wipe out." He pouted for a moment before his eyes wandered over to his skateboard, divided in two, and laying scattered on the abandoned train tracks. "Shit, my board!" He cried, limping over to the edge of the sidewalk and looming over it. "It's snapped in half! Goddamnit!"
"Maybe we should just go home?" you suggested, trying to pry him away from the ground by his shoulder. "We should get you patched up or you might get dirt in your scrape."
He sighed unhappily, and rolled over onto his shell, head drooping over the cliff. "Yeah whatever, just grab my board, would ya?"
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After a short trek back to the lair, you tossed your now crippled friend onto the couch while you bustled around the living space. "Maybe Donnie can fix it," you cooed in an effort to lift his spirits. "I'll take it to him on the way to get the first aid kit." Mikey sat on the sofa, heavily pouting. This was so lame. When you came back, you had the aforementioned kit, a bottle of alcohol, a rag, and no skateboard. "Good news," you chirped, walking over. "Don said it'd be an easy fix and he should have time for it in a few days."
"A few days?!" he whined. "What am I supposed to do until then?"
You shrugged nervously. It seemed like nothing could make him happy. "You can borrow mine until then, sound good?"
"I guess..." he sighed, propping his chin on his fist. His annoyance was short lived, attention caught by by something shifting in his peripheral. Looking down, he found that you'd situated yourself between his legs, peering up at him with the prettiest smile. "What are you doing?" he asked, heat creeping into his cheeks.
"Fixing up your knee?" you giggled. "It would have been awkward if I sat beside you and had to lean over you." This wasn't much less awkward, he had to admit, but he didn't plan on asking you to move. Secretly, he rather enjoyed the sight of you sitting between his knees.
"Whatever, just make it quick." he scoffed, averting his gaze in order to hid his flushed face. He once again hissed as you dabbed an alcohol soaked cotton ball against his tender flesh. He made moves to try and escape you, but he couldn't bring himself to tear away from your dainty grasp on his ankle. "Fuck, (Y/N), that hurts!"
"I know it does," you soothed, stroking a thumb against his calf. "But you're taking it like a champ." Something about the double meaning of your words, paired with the innocence of your smile did him in. You could pour that entire bottle of chemical onto his wounds right now, and he'd let you with few complaints, as long as you praised him like that again.
"I-I am?" he sputtered, relaxing a bit under your touch. You nodded proudly, dabbing his knee again, this time with a clean, wet rag.
You sure are," you cooed, unwinding a roll of gauze between your hands. "Doing so good, Mikey." The terrapin shudder at the way his name sounded when it left your lips. "Now hold still so I can wrap it, we're almost done."
His breath hitched at the way your eyes batted up at him, looking so deliciously oblivious to how incredibly seductive your tone was. "Y-yes, Mommy."
Your eyes shot open at his comment, and your hands froze in mid air. Your gaze darted to his, shocked and a little unnerved. "What did you just say?"
Mikey's entire world was falling down around him. He couldn't have possibly just said that, could he? There was no way he'd be that stupid! Frantically he searched for some type of excuse, to gaslight you into thinking you'd misheard. "Uh," he stalled. "Sorry. Heh, get it?" You waited with cautious eyes for the punchline of his joke, only for it to be farther delayed by awkward silence. "Like the meme, ya know? 'Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry.' Heh heh, it's funny!"
His hands trembled with humiliation as you eyed him like a rabbit would a dog, carefully packing the first aid kit and backing away. "That's...still pretty weird, Mike." As you set the kit on the kitchen island, you grabbed your bag, pretending to glance at your phone. "Uh, it's pretty late. I'm gonna head out..."
You couldn't leave the lair quick enough, and you made sure to grab your skateboard on the way out, no longer comfortable with letting him borrow it. He watched you leave, head hung in shame and the last few minutes playing on repeat in his mind before flailing back onto the couch to whine.
this a lemon/smut - No minors, All characters are 18+ including reader
Requested by: @ashleighclark98
Pairing: Vampire Donatello (Bayverse) x Female Reader
Request: 89. Mating season 58. Turtle bedroom 142. “Bite me.” 123. “Don’t hold back.” 96. Making out with 5. “MINE.” and Turning into a vampire
TW: Smut/lemon, oral (female recieving), Swearing, Mentions of blood, possible - likely grammar errors
A/N:This one turned out to be my goddamn favorite, less talking, more just romantic, passionate and just intimate things. I spent so long tryna rewrite the beginning though that I gave up after a while. Still we are all here for the smut not the story!
How terrible, truly how terrible this entire mistake had been. Donatello, the genius he is, made an error of the worst kind. He had taken it upon himself to see if he could any way alter the ooze that made him and his brothers the people - or turtles they were today. Attempting to perhaps further him and his brothers own skills or to fix others they affected by the ooze, however, a spill brought by a flying skateboard, thank you mikey, lead to each brother coming into contact with the ooze. At first it held no real side effects, it seemed they were unchanged. That was their first contact with a human.It came as a surprise to all four brothers these strange changes, ranging from a heightened sense of hearing to the worst a hunger, a need for blood. All four brothers decided to remain in hiding until this matter was solved, so Donatello was under a bit of pressure this fine night. So excuse him for having forgotten to inform his girlfriend of the events at hand. He did not think she would be so brave to actually show up the sewers and his lab to demand the whereabouts of her boyfriend.
Donnie held his head down looking through the microscope eyeing the small sample of ooze as it moved under the glass. Him giving an annoyed hum at the unchanging ooze, it remaining unaltered by his added chemicals. The purple clad turtle adjusting his glasses seemingly blocking out the world only hearing a few mutters from outside his designated space. He just suspected it was all from Mickey, still determined to find a name for what they had become, claiming they were vampires or other things of such nonsense. “ (Y/n)! Wait” Leo called out following the angry and annoyed woman as she ran into the lab, ignoring the brothers as they tried to get her to leave. “Donnie!” Her usually sweet voice laced with anger causing the purple clad turtle to flinch a bit as he looked away from the ooze sample up to his sweet dove clearly fuming with such anger. It was only when he looked up at her, green eyes pleading for mercy that it hit him like a truck. Full speed and without warning a boiling rush of a feeling. “Dove…” He sighed his sweet pet name falling on deaf ears as (Y/n) anger for being stood up on their date was too strong to be swayed by sweet nothings.
“Nope! No Dove this or that, I need an explanation mister as to why i was left on a rooftop by myself?” She huffed glaring at the turtle before her eyes trailed the table before him. Papers, arrangements of chemicals and beakers strung about the usually clean lab. Indicator Donnie was struggling with whatever invention or ooze extrication he was working on. A deep inhale (Y/n) looked back at the turtle, his eyes lowered down. Donatello was trying to ignore the burning feeling coursing through his veins like a plague, a hunger. He squeezing his eyes closed tightly behind those large specs he wore did nothing against the thumping sound of her heart. He heard it clear as day, a soft rhythmic sound calming and maddening all at once. “It’s hard to explain Dove,” He muttered, hanging his head. (Y/n) frowned at his reaction, adding in the mess of a lab and room. Instinctively (Y/n) reached a hand out seeking to comfort the turtle but just as her fingers grazed the skin of his cheek his hand shot up gripping her wrist. (Y/n) jumped at the sudden grip, but came to relax as did his grip on her wrist did.
Those once green eyes opened to instead fade to a piercing red, gazing from his pretty little dove to her hand he held in his. Such a tiny wrist. He thought to himself looking at her hand running his thumb over her delicate wrist feeling her pulse race beneath her skin. Bringing her wrist up to his lips he pressed a delicate kiss along her soft skin. Even as his eyes closed he could tell she was flustered by such a move, her pulse speeding up making the man crack a smirk against her skin. Curious he looked up to see (Y/n) all flushed in the cheeks looking down at him all wide eyed. Such a cute reaction made the turtle want more, to see what other expressions she would make as his lips moved elsewhere along her skin. Donatello gave a low hum standing up he released her wrist from his grasp still leaving his dove standing there in bewilderment. Walking past her to the door of his lab he closed it, shutting himself and her off from the world and his brothers. He took a moment to collect his thoughts as the makeshift door clicked with confirmation that it was shut tight. Should he be doing this? Letting these thoughts go to his head and finally giving into hunger that rumpled inside him. He groaned even from these few feet away he could hear her breathe out a shaky sigh, the sound of the concrete beneath her shoes as she turned to look at him. She too finally managed to collect her thoughts.
“I just want to know why you bailed Don,” She gave a soft plea, his actions obviously enough to calm what anger she had. Donatello looked back at her with that usual nervous smile and gave a quiet “Tis’ the season I suppose, couldn’t risk it,” He said a fair warning that it was indeed mating season for his species, though he as well as his brothers knew that was not the whole truth. Truly didn’t matter or it mattered very much seeing as all she had been doing was standing in his presence, it alone was driving him to his limits. He walked up to the small woman, small in comparison to him at least. He is always towering over here, much larger than any normal man even at his young adult age of twenty. (Y/n) obviously didn’t believe him at first as the mess of a lab area said there was much more going on, but trying to speak about it proved futile especially to such charms. “Are you sure ‘cause it looks like-” (Y/n) was cut off again as she tried to touch or at least gesture towards the experiments with the ooze, and yet again Donatello had a grip on her wrist in a matter of seconds. This time however his hand didn’t remain there letting her wrist go and instead both those large green calloused hands held her face still long enough to press a heated unexpected but short kiss to them.
Donatello had panicked, worried she touched the ooze by accident and he let his body lead him to stopping it, its method of choice apparently being one of physical affection. (Y/n) didn’t fight it, falling victim almost immediately as she melted into the kiss and hands. He pulled away just as her lips parted expecting, craving more. Eyes opened to meet each other, it was only then that (Y/n) noticed the shift in eye color. Strange. She thought looking into those dark red eyes that bored into hers, eyeing her with a hunger and depth she could not entirely explain. Donatello gave in that very moment, looking down at her lips parted, breath held waiting patiently for more, for something else he caved. Behaving be damned, he was going to let instinct take over. His fingers tangled in her hair as he gave her a smile, a final warning to his need before he collided their lips together once more. Taking her breath with every move of his lips, pulling her closer by her head, leading her till she was fully against his plastron. Though each kiss was dripping with hunger it also held such passion, as if he stood to savor each movement from her.
(Y/n) felt her breath escape her, her chest heaving against the solid form of his plastron. His tall frame enveloped her, hide her from all sight and sound till it was only him in her senses. Hearing his amused hums and groans as the kiss developed into something more heated or as her hands trailed along his body. His lips all she could feel as the brushed and pulled at her own, prying her mouth open allowing him the access to have his tongue roam the inside of her mouth. Her eyes closed and yet her thoughts wandered playing images of what his face could possibly look like at this very moment, replaying the scenes of previous heated rendezvous they had shared, but all simple in comparison to what was happening now.
Donatello felt a frenzy of small taps along his shielded chest, a sign his love had to make when she required a moment. Without protest he pulled away letting the two a moment to breathe again, but remaining close. They sharing the air between them with each struggle and shaky inhale and exhale. (Y/n) pressed her lips into a thin line unsure of what to say or do in such a moment, though they done this plenty of times before this one remained to be different, to awaken her own human needs for satisfaction. Donatello seemed to realize this, how could he not when the pounding heart and pleading eyes were the only things he saw and heard. All he needs as well. He stepped back from her, the dissipation of body heat left both feeling strangely cold though both were dressed and feeling hot not moments ago. Releasing her from his grip he instead took her hand gently in his larger one as he led her away from his lab into the corner that became his room. Guiding her to walk backwards right into the side of the bed, letting her gently fall back with the lightest push.
She all too willingly allowed herself onto the springy mattress and soft sheets, him falling right after her, hovering over her for a moment. No words spoken, just begging glances exchanged before that primal instinct took over. His lips found hers again in a desperate heated kiss, this one rougher than the last likely to bruise to lips of hers, but what did she care.The (h/c) girl tossed her arms over the turtle’s shoulders and shell trying to pull him down close to her burning yet cold body. She needed some sense of closeness between the two but it remained a pointless venture as Donatello didn’t budge. Why? Because the kiss was not meant to last. He pulled away to instead allow those soft lips of his to linger down onto her neck. Hearing the rushing of her blood and the pounding of her heart do its finest to keep up with her aroused state, he smirked. “Mine~” He purred in between soft delicate kisses that quickly turned into light nips and licks along her throat. Sending a chill crawling down (Y/n)’s spine as she lay beneath him, hands exploring the firm body above her. His hands did the same, one remained holding him up to avoid crushing his pretty Dove. The other began exploring her clothed body, analyzing her outfit of choice to see if it would remain on or be removed soon enough. Thankfully it was a pretty little number she wore tonight, a dress. Donnie would be perfectly content with leaving her inside but still having access to the prize at hand.
Donatello seemed to have little patience at this moment, as did (Y/N). They both trailed their hands down past the other's hips to brush past the straining cores of their bodies. They sat there in their soft pants, laughing despite Donnie’s assault on her neck. "Donnie." Hearing his name breathed out like some unholy prayer made the purple-clad mutant shiver with delight. Oh how he wanted to hear her say that again. He pulled his face from the nape of her neck looking down at the woman beneath him. “Yes (Y/n)?” He returned her name like summer, hot till the end. “I’m sorry,” Her words caught him off guard. Yes, perhaps she arrived angry, but he was wrong for not saying a single thing about the events that transpired. He sighed, shaking his head at her pointless but meaningful words. “No, it's I who should be sorry. So allow me the chance to make up for it,” He spoke sweetly, words like silk yet sent a shiver of ice running along (Y/n) spine. She nodded, not able to find the words to deny him such a chance. This was especially when it was clear his genius mind already knew exactly how he was to do so. The turtle chuckled, he did indeed have an idea in mind. Instead, he let letting his hand trail down to her leg following her inner calf and thigh up and right back down. Donnie lifted himself off from above her, instead opting to kneel on the floor beside the bed. Slowly as if she were some delicate research and experiment he began to remove pieces of her attire, starting with her shoes. As he gently raised her leg, he kissed her teasingly along her flesh, removing each one with such care. Following her other leg then trailing up her lifted the trim of the dress slowly revealing more and more of her legs than her abdomen.
He chuckled at how silent (Y/n) fell looking up at her now propped up on her elbows watching him with that cute flustered face again. “If i do something you like then don’t hold back pretty Dove~” He purred knowing exactly how to time his words as they were quickly followed by a ghost-like kiss right above the lining of her undergarments. (Y/n) gasped and whined following such a light touch, he was so close to where she needed him most that only then did she realize how wet she was. Barely anything was touched and yet he had this woman soaked and craving more. Donatello smiled, the once dorky sort of quiet turtle almost looked smug, clearly proud of himself and his ability to get this woman going. The mutant did not torment his lover for long as he too was feeling the straining sinsation of his manhood against those shorts he wore, the did little to conceal the obviously erection he was sporting and while (Y/n) did take notice of it she was quickly distracted as Donatello rubbed a single digit along the thin cotton fabric of her undergarments. Over the concealed wetness of her cunt making her writhe against the bed. Slowly building such anticipation he slowly removed her panties from her body, (Y/n) not needing to move a muscle as the green mutant was strong enough to lift her hips for her with ease. Removing the fabric he tossed it aside for later clean up, turning his head back to her now exposed nether regions he leaned down not giving (Y/n) a moment to process the cold against her heated core before his tongue slid between her folds giving her a long teasing lick.
This motion prompted a very loud gasp to arise out of the woman as Donatello took a second to enjoy the lingering taste of her on his tongue. Only for a second though before it faded from him leading the mutant to lower his head back down for another and another. The mutant remained unmoving from his spot between her legs, his tongue hot from body heat remained tracing over her entrance, prodding it and rubbing against her clit in ways that drove (Y/n) mad. The young man was obviously fully aware of what he was doing and how to do it as she was nothing but incoherent cries and muttered of pleas on the sheets of his bed. Head hanging back as her elbows struggled to keep her up right, her body quaking with delicious delirium. Through her own cries and whispers of his name did she hear and feel his own moan against her trembling core. She forced herself to open her eyes peering down past her own body to Donatello enjoying his tasing of her, his hands firmly wrapped around his cock stroking the hardened member as he did so. Donatello from the time he began devouring his lover had grown a bit too needy for his liking, needing to desperately relieve some of the pressure he sought to get himself further down to his satisfaction with her. If the air in (Y/n)’s lung had not already been wasted on moaning and begging in bliss she would have felt it knocked out of her lungs again with such a sight.
It was the last straw needed for her elbows to give in, letting her upper body collapse onto the bed with a whine followed by his name. “Donnie~!” She begged for his attention, finally pulling the turtle from such a sweet dessert. Though he stopped his feverish eating he still remained in close proximity of her cunt, her feeling his hot breath panting slightly against her needy heat. “I need you.” She begged, one hand releasing itself from the sheets she held in a vice grip, the dark purple fabric remaining scrunched up as she reached out to the turtle before her. Donatello stood, not one to deny a lady, especially when they sounded so god damn hot begging like that. He stood up from his knees, both hands reaching down to take firm hold of her hips pulling her further off the edge of the bed and raising them to meet him. He leaned over down to her, his pretty little girlfriend looking so fucking beautiful as she laid there looking back at him waiting for his next move. “You are too cute princess~” He purred his tongue trailing his lips, wiping away any lingering residue from his feast. (Y/n) blushed, though she was sure it could not be seen through her already burning flustered skin.
“Who do you belong to?” His question came a bit as a surprise to (Y/n), nevertheless she found his lowered voice and demanding tone only to further her arousal. Donatello held her hips up with one hand pressed firmly up into her lower back. The other took hold of his shaft running it along her slick folds, his head teasing her entrance but not moving any farther till he got an answer. He raised a brow at her, those eyes piercing her with such an impatient and dominating gaze. Unlike her usual Donnie, but either way she loved it. “You.” Her words were nothing but a shaky whisper but it was good enough from the impatient Donatello. Sliding himself into her with such ease to feel her walls flutter around him trying to adjust to the large girth of him. He ventured back to his assault on her neck and collarbone as he whispered sweet nothing into her ears about how good she felt and how beautiful she was. He waited a moment more before pulling back only to collide with her hips again, bearing down into her core at a fast pace. Donatello was usually a man to take his time, but at this given moment he wanted nothing more than to reach his climax and to bring (Y/n) to hers.
“Fuck.” he groaned into her neck, his words of ecstasy drowned out by (Y/n)s repeating moans, his little dove singing for him in such a pretty way, but he could not risk her getting any louder. Sitting up Donatello resorted to clamping a hand over her mouth trying to muffle her lewd song. Besides it was only for him to hear, no one else should get such a pleasure as to hear her cry for him. His sudden hand forced her eyes open looking at her boyfriend in a lustful haze earning a smile from the ninja above her. “Shhh~ Bite me if you need to, but you must be at least somewhat quite gorgeous.” He whispered in her ear earning a desperate nod from his partner. With her moans now muffled (Y/n) needing to bite down on her own boyfriend’s hand to prevent her from getting louder, Donnie took that as a chance to pick up the pace and bite her himself. Attacking her neck leaving a path of hickeys and bruises along her sick and bucked into her hard. Both were already amidst the path to their arousal from his earlier teasing but now he was teetering the edge of it. Feeling his cock twitch in her as he raised her hips higher adjusting his position to plunge deeper he moaned in her ear, each lewd sound followed by a heave for air. The change in position allowed him the chance to hit that perfect spot for the already hazed (Y/n), her back arching off the bed and teeth baring down into the flesh of his hand. Donatello was also getting louder, resulting in him biting down into her neck a little harder than he intended, both drawing blood as they struggled to keep their voices down.
With him fucking into her like his life depended on it he found himself not thinking properly, trying desperately to find their climax. So as the sudden hint of blood, her blood touched his tongue he lost all sense of control. Opening his mouth wide to allow his fangs out he buried his teeth back into her. Iron taste of blood coated his mouth, a sharp and short lived twinge of pain shot through (Y/n)’s body, it seemed to be the final push that both needed. (Y/n) walls clenched around him at his base as Donnie gave a few final driving thrust into her before he came. His seed coating her walls as he pulled back from her neck. (Y/n) in her final attempt to remain silent through her own climax bit down as hard as possible on Donnie’s hand drawing her own small amount of blood that too found its way onto her tongue. Both released each other as the purple-clad turtle gave a few final small movements draining himself and her of all the energy they had.
Pulling out of her Donnie had to steady himself a moment still feeling the effects of such a high. He sighed walking away a moment to let (Y/n) try and catch her breath as he went on the search for a cloth suitable enough to clean the two up. Returning, (Y/n) sat up to meet eyes with the turtle as he assisted in cleaning her up. (Y/n) gave an audible small gasp but not at her still sensitive cunt but at the clear bite mark and blood on her lover’s hand. Reaching out she took it in her smaller hands pressing a soft apologetic kiss to his wound. “So am I forgiven?” He asked sweetly joining her on the bed as he discarded the cloth. The exhausted woman gave a soft laugh as she was pulled up close to his chest, cuddling into him she nodded. “I suppose that will do,” (Y/n) said, pressing a final kiss to his lips. Donatello smiled fully willing to accept that answer, ready to collapse into sleep with his lovely dove beside him.
You waked up extremly hot-headed for some reason. You had a strange and suffocating feeling, especially down there, and you could't supress your hunger much longer.
Mikey sat on the sofa pleasently, sipping on orange fanta while he watched tv. He had joggers on, grey ones, and was shirt-less
You, quietly aporoached him and sat next to him, really close, knees touching.
Mikey greeted you with a giggle "Hey Angel face!"
"Hey~" you responded, leaning closer to him, your hand now resting on his thigh.
Mikey gave you a confused look, turning his gaze to the hand on his thigh and then at you.
"Everything ok?" he asked curiously, leaning his body unitentionally foward to try and meet your eyes.
"Oh Mikey~ Everything is great"
Your eyes were fixed on the tv, but your mind was elsewhere.
Your hand travelled upwards his thigh, gripping its side and nearing his crotch.
Mikey stood still and tense, the attention his leg was reciving making new feelings wash over him, his veins burning along with his face.
"W-what-" he could't finish because a soft moan escaped his mouth, when you reached his crotch and began to rub your delicate fingers over his growing buldge.
"(Y-y/n), i don't think-" he tried to speak again, but a moan interrupted him again, your hand going down his joggers and his boxers, grabbing his dick from under the fabrics (let's pretend they have visible dicks and that they always use pants and underwear to hide them, plz)
His innocent tone made you turn on even more, but soon you stopped your movements. Mikey was your friend, you couldn't just do this to him all of the sudden.
"Mikey-i'm so so sorry" you said concerned, trying to pull away, but Mike held your wrist tightly, his grip keeping you in place, hand over penis.
"I-" he stared at you with those big eyes you loved so much. You really loved him, that was no secret." I-i want you to-"
He gluped, looking away nervously.
"Touch me"
You smiled softly at him, and kneeled before him, pulling the cloth of his pants and underwear down with yoyr teeth, his member free, while you pumped your fist, up and down his lenght, beautiful moans coming down Mikey's throat.
He let his head fall backwards as your hand was replaced with your lips, your wet tounge making a knot form on his belly. He grabbed your hair and pulled you even closer to his crotch, blushing prefulsly and covering his mouth with his free arm.
"O-oh- right-right there baby girl" he grunted shyly, while you sucked deeper, faster.
He soon realeased.
After some minutes, Mikey had you sat in his lap, grinding like crazy.
The friction between both of your intemate parts making the boy sweat and blush badly, your amusment growing. He was such a cute little man
Your entrance slided into his huge and thick cock, making you sigh in pleasure. You wrapped your arms around his neck, while his were tight on your hips, and began moving.
"Is that all you got, little man?" you teased, seeing as his eyes fired out with a new type of sentiment. (you knew how bad saying that his was little pissed him off, so you said it to keep him going, to make him angry)
"Oh, you'll never see the end of me, (Y/n), i'm gonna fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk tomorrow"
You smirked, you pussy twitching.
"Less talk, more action, Michelangelo"
Ok. That was it. The time for you to ride him was over.
He harshly swirled you around as your back hit the sofa, and he pinned both of your wrists down over your head, filling your cunt once again.
His speed was unhuman, he quickly slided in and out with such pace that made you scream in pleasure, he bit your nipples and, when he released one of your hands, he began playing with your clitoris, the orgasm was innevitable.
"You sure you can keep up, angel?" he asked in a deep tone, his innocent voice washed down with lust and eagerness.
Ok so hear me out! I am constantly thinking about size differences (if you know what I mean) and how sexy times with the boys would play out, especially being a 5’2 woman myself… So one of my favorites HC is how foreplay would go with each one of them and because I know my audience is just as nasty as myself I decided to share some of it… I think this is a nice prompt so if you also write for TMNT feel free to share your own take on it! So watch out ‘cause there’s some PWP ahed.
Since starting their sexual life, the boys knew they would probably be the biggest their partners ever taken - here is how they prevent pain and prioritize pleasure.
Warning: SMUT, Lemon, minors DO NOT INTERACT.
No trigger warnings apply.
Leonardo
Because he is deeply involved in Dom/Sub dynamic, Leo is always comfortable in making the calls during sex and once the make out sessions become too heated to handle, he knows exactly how to treat you.
He will put you in your feet in front of him on the sofa and just oh-so-casually start to rub your clit increasing the friction as he feels the fabric of your underwear become more and more damp. Oh - and do you think he will address that? Oh no, the teasing is just starting as he asks with his deep voice “What’s wrong, Princess?”.
Will stop once your legs start to tremble and standing up is starting to be a challenge - but just so he can sit you on his lap right on top of the big bulge that grew inside his pants. Suddenly you realize that maybe you bit more than you can chew - the lump you’re seated on is definitely big enough to be mistaken with his close first and the cold wave crossing your stomach indicates that something triggered a self-preservation instinct that you didn’t know you had. Don’t worry - he did notice and was prepared for that.
“Did I scare you, my love?” - you don’t answer but feel as your body starts to relax as his touch reaches your waist and rises to your nipples “Don’t worry, I’ll take it very slow…” he whispers in your ear and your whole body shivers, sending a wave of heat straight to your core “...and steady.”.
He kisses your neck and between light kisses and hard bites that leave purple marks the feeling between your legs is starting to get unbearable - and you are starting to miss his fingers. It’s like he can hear your thoughts because in a single motion he raises you and removes your underwear, placing you right on top of his lap again, this time he uses each hand to spread your legs open, one knee in each side of his thighs.
Maybe you think this is the moment you lose your mind - but oh no - because he very gently uses one hand to prompt you to lay your back against his chest and once he grabs your neck - in a firm grip that still allows you to breathe - he simultaneously uses one of his thick fingers to rub your clit.
Is heaven and hell - the feeling of having your most intimate part exposed to the empty living room is embarrassing and arousing but not more arousing than the delicious circles he is drawing in your clit, the pressure making your toes curl. As time passes and his grip gets tighter and his fingers get faster you’re certain that his pants underneath you are now soaked with your juices - he doesn’t seem to care, maybe the grunts behind you indicate that he even enjoys it. You feel your orgasm coming as the tight feeling in your belly builds up to something more and just as you are about to come, he slides his thick digits inside you. You close your legs in an instinctive reflex but is too late: you make a mess on his hands.
He laughs lightly, satisfied with your reaction “So good for me.”
Once he feels your heart beat stabilize he raises you off his lap and with his body now standing behind you, you hear his zipper open. Your eyes go wide and you moan a warning sign but only feel his member go between your thighs - is bigger than you imagined and thick and so hot against your slippery thighs. “...I-it’s so b-big…” You try to say once you feel he pumping himself between your legs, his member pressing your clit in an unbearable rhythm.
“I know, my love.” He pressed a light kiss on your neck and bit the lobe of your ear “Don’t worry…” He says and grabs one of your legs, raising it to the height of your waist “... I am gonna make you ready for me.” Leo buries his finger inside you once again, pumping in a rhythm you knew would bring you your next orgasm “...And you are gonna take me so well…” he uses his thumb to press your clit lightly “won’t you, my Princess?”.
this a lemon/smut - No minors, All characters are 18+ including reader
Requested by: @ashleighclark98
Request: 5. “MINE.” 123. “Don’t hold back.” 132. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” 142. “Bite me.” 58. Turtle bedroom 151. “Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?” 89. Mating season 112. Biting/marking 96. Making out and Turning into a vampire
Pairing: Vampire Raphael (Bayverse) x Female Reader
TW: Smut/lemon, Swearing, Mentions of blood, possible - likely grammar errors
A/N: 6 pages and almost 4000 words later here you go! Now this is actually my first smut so open to critics and opinions.
(Y/n) had noticed a few weeks ago Raph had been avoiding her like the plague, not only him but all the turtles were. When she questioned April on the situation all she could say was they were giving her the same treatment, Casey too. (Y/n) was now even more curious and determined to know why all the three human friends were being avoided, while April and Casey were more than willing to let the boys have their time away, she was not. Especially when she was dating a certain red clad brute, so being ghosted was not about to slide with her. In her determination she headed straight to the lair to get to the bottom of it all. Reaching the turtle’s hideout she was met with Mikey rewatching ‘Lost’, the orange wearing turtle enraptured by the show at first before finally noticing the human female standing at the entrance. It was then when he turned to her that (Y/n) noticed something strange about the happy turtle. Those usual bright blue eyes that had a habit of lighting up at first of any pretty girl instead darkened, the blue hue faded into deep crimson, like the river running with blood. It was honestly terrifying and left (Y/n) standing there in a stunned silence. It was Mikey who spoke first, really yelling for his older brother Raphael before jumping up from where he sat on the floor.
“What now?! God you can’t seriously be hungry again-” Raph hollered, complaining about the youngest turtle's appetite as he left his room only to fall silent at the sight of the pretty (h/c). She looked over at him, meeting his eyes, pulling a smile from her at first before she remembered exactly why she was there. Recalling the weeks of avoidance that cute smile quickly fell into a scowl as she headed his way. (Y/n) stormed over to her hotshot boyfriend ready to ring him a new one for the no contact when he was apparently fine and so was the rest of them, but just as she got within arms length Raph snapped out of his daze, taking her wrist and pulling her into his room. Kicking the door closed he pushed her against the closest wall. “Why are you here?!” He questioned, obviously angered by her sudden appearance, only adding fuel to her own anger at the abrupt abandonment on his part. “Where have you been Sir?! I am here because you have been a ghost in the wind!” She snapped back, crossing her arms over her chest as she stayed leaning against the wall of his bedroom. “For a good reason!” He retorted louder than his last, “What reason?!” She fired back even louder than him, causing the ninja to groan.
The red clad brute glared down at the human woman who he towered over, (Y/n) returning it for a moment before she watched as his eyes seemed to do the same as Mikey’s. His green eyes held something darker, something savage as the green was overtaken by a dark clouded red. (Y/n) made an audible gasp at the change that Raph took as a bad sign, quickly stepping back and turning away from her. The brute closed his eyes as he tried to contain himself, but even with his back to her he could hear the pounding of her heart and her soft breathing. “Don was messing with some of the damn ooze and there was just a screw up,” He grunted out running a hand over his eyes trying to shake the tension he was feeling, but he could not especially when he could feel her eyes piercing him through the armor of his shell. Nothing could break his shell except her gaze apparently, it sent a shiver down his spine and stirred his insides in the worst-best of ways. While Raph explained what little he did, (Y/n) composed herself not meaning to make him feel ashamed or insecure, though she thought that was impossible to begin with. (Y/n) slowly reached out running a hand along the rough bone like shell of his, ridged and chipped in some parts. “Raph… what happened?” She lowered her own voice from the yelling they were doing just moments ago, hoping he would realize she was no longer angry, merely confused, wanting an answer.
Instead she got something else entirely as the touch began pushing the turtle's limits, her hand ran along his forearm as she stood beside him, her touch just as soft and concerned as her voice. Raphael, despite his better judgment, which he had little of, opened his eyes to look over at her. It was that mistake that led them to their compromising position. That face, damn that cute ass face. Was all he could think when he looked at her, she was all big eyed and concerned. Her heart still pounding like a drum in his ears, her chest heaving along with it. His throat tightened as his hunger became apparent to him, but he was not sure which hunger it was. The newfound taste for blood or the need to claim what was his, either way he knew which he was going to satisfy first. (Y/n) held still as a statue as her green shelled lover watched her, exclaimed her with his eyes, she dared not to move an inch. Her heart speeding up, sounding more like a storm trapped in her rib cage. Raph's eyes lit up as if he finally decided something, seeing this (Y/n) finally took a chance to try and speak up, regardless of what she was going to say Raph dare not give her the space or air to speak.
Rough calloused hands grasped either side of her neck and face before the air she dared exhaled was captured between her and Raphael. His lips meeting hers, but he wasted no time using her parted lips to lay claim to what was his. His tongue forced its way in and yet (Y/n) remained a willing victim of this intrusion. Her knees shook beneath her daring to give way and let her collapse, instead she stumbled back on her back finding the cold concret once more. Her hands reached back to try to soften her impact before reaching for his hands. Raphael threw out all those training lessons on control and will power, for this need that twisted his insides and made him feel so empty was begging for her to fill it. Or to be the one to fill her. His mind clouded, not real sense in his actions, as she reached for his hands he instead forced both above her. Crossing her wrist and holding them firmly between his fingers against the wall, making her escape likely impossible. (Y/n) whined against his lips finding her chest heaving and begging for the air he took from her, only then did the red clad brute pull away. Retreating his tongue back into his own mouth and giving her the time to catch her breath and his own, still he remained only centimeters from her, their panting breath tangling in the air between them as they met eyes again.
Wordless silence was not wordless at all as Raphael was busy studying the woman before him looking for a hint of hesitation or discomfort, (Y/n) was not prepared for such a kiss, but was nevertheless hungry for more. Her lips pulled into a smile as her answer, all that was needed on Raph’s part. He initiated a full blown attack on her skin, his lips trailing, tracing the curve of her neck leaving a series of kisses and nips, occasionally taking to leaving a mark that would quickly become a bruise in a few hours. His hand released hers from his vice grip, instead returning his hand to the opposite side of her neck where he was not currently assaulting with his lips. Using his thumb to her head to turn the other way allowing him entire access. (Y/n) was already lost in his actions, pleased hums and sweet exhales indicators for her obvious enjoyment. On top of the stirring of her insides, the growing heat and speeding of her heart as his actions aroused her making her want more.
She muttered his name so sweetly in a pleasing purr and yet the only word Raph could muster before his assault and roaming hand across her clothed body was a booming and deep, “Mine~,” He repeated it several more times in her ear, some sounding more like demanding growls than anything else. It was effective nevertheless as (Y/n) felt herself melt in the mutant’s arms, still she was not one to give in so easily despite how her body was so ready to call it quits and let the man have her. She let her hands mindlessly roam his plastron before giving him a rather forceful shove back, only managing to get the redd clad turtle off her by catching him by surprise. Raph stumbled back a moment catching himself before his eyes shot to her confused and concerned. (Y/n) huffed playfully, unable to hide her smirk as she spoke, “What makes you think you can have me after weeks avoiding me?” She tried to sound mad, but they both knew she wasn’t. She also knew that he too was enjoying this short time of intimacy, as the outline of his member was clear in those black basketball shorts. Raphael chuckled, lowering his head a bit as he smiled, unintentionally flashing the new addition of fangs in his mouth. (Y/n) knew they definitely weren't there before and yet it only made her flush at the thought of how more attractive it made him and how it would feel if he bit her. “Please~ Argue all you want baby doll,” He purred, approaching her again in a slow taunting saunter. Placing a hand against the wall beside her head he leaned down closer to her once more, (Y/n) instinctively tried to shrink back but there was no going anywhere against the concrete. “We both know you belong to me~” He growled with that signature cocky smirk that always got (Y/n)’s mind swimming in love.
No time to think or swim in that handsome smile as Raph picked up the woman as if she weighed not an ounce and tossed her onto the plus red and black comforter that resided on his bed. Raphael was all over her in a moment's notice, not giving the woman time to even collect her thoughts. Lost in a deep kiss as he practically tore and ripped at her clothes, the flimsy fabrics did little to fight against him. Each ripping noise, each moment her newly exposed body was met with the cold chill of the air sent a shock wave through (Y/n), her body quivering beneath her lover. Her arousal became clear to even her as a calloused hand ran his fingers along the damp fabric of her panties. Raphael needed to pull out of the kiss as he chuckled against her lips earning a slap on the arm and whine from the pretty babe beneath him. Sitting up back against his heels he smirked at the pretty sight before him. (Y/n) on the other hand felt so exposed, so small under the large turtle's gaze. Such a piercing red gaze making her squirm clasping her knees closed to attempt to hide from him. Pointless as Raphael laughed reaching out to run a hand from her thigh up to her knees he paused.
“Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?” He purred, the question never meant to be answered as he wrapped his larger hands around her ankles flipping her around onto her stomach.
His calloused hand gripped her hips squeezing the soft flesh of her body as he guided her body back, knees beneath her, ass in the air as her chest and face remained pressed into the plush bed beneath them.His body leaned over hers, effectively engulfing her as that hard plastron pressed her further into the sheets. Raphael moved and tossed her about at such a speed that she had no time to even consider his words, her mind lost in a haze of her own growing desires whilst pushing herself back against him in return. Those polyester shorts did very little to conceal his hardened member as she pressed her ass firmly against it, instinct led him to grind his hips down into hers, enticing a small noise from (Y/n) beneath him. (Y/n) was already soaked through the thin cotton fabric of her underwear, so little touching and yet her body was craving for it all, simultaneously Raphael felt the gnawing of his cravings gathering the better of him. Jaw clenched as he bowed his head down to her ear, breathing hot and shaky against the shell of it. His breathing was enough for her to feel her throat tighten as her own followed his pace, hearts pounding in unison with such little friction, little touch, but both plainly awaiting silently begging for more. (Y/n) must have lost control of her tongue and thoughts as she spoke without hesitation, reaching back her fingers gliding across the cheek of the mutant turtle.
“Don’t hold back on me~,” She purred, her words enough for the rebel ninja to alas give in to his cravings and hers.
Messing with the white band around his shorts he was quick to push away down his shorts releasing his hardened cock from the polyester fabric. Wrapping his hand around it he gave himself a few prepping strokes, his free hand running along those damp panties that hid him from his goal. His light touch earned a sweet whine from (Y/n) as she propped herself up in a doggy style position. The fluttering and tightening in her stomach as she looked back taking in the image of Raph sitting there stroking himself behind her while he pushed her panties aside. Her face flushing at such an erotic sight, eyes trailing from his steady moving hand up the green bicep before her eyes met the hungry eyes scanning her in return. He chuckled darkly, slipping his single larger digit into her heat core pulling a gasp from her lips. All this teasing and drawn out touches finally her empty heat was no longer quivering against nothing. Her sex pratically sucking his finger in deeper, Raphael couldn’t hide his smug smirk at how needy her cunt already was, but alas he pulled out his finger already slick and coated by her. He didn’t leave her empty for long, leaning down back to her ear he nipped at the back of it lightly as his hand stroking his cock guided it to her entrance. Slowly pushing into her, letting (Y/n) take it slowly and adjust the large girth of the mutant. In unison as Raphael was now fully buried in her the two let out their own shaky breath as if the tension washed away within seconds of entering her.
This blissful intimate moment did not last as now with him being inside her did the mutant truly go feral on her. Burying his face into the nape of her neck taking a deep breath of her scent, his hips pulling back only to snap back thrusting her in with a level of unseen force from the turtle before. The impact caused (Y/n) body to lurch forward, her upper body falling onto her elbows as her head fell down with a moan. Feeling his smirk against the skin of her neck she knew he enjoyed such a reaction out of her, leading him to continue with such deep thrusts, his hips rocking her body and the bed in an aggressive but steady pace. Raphael hands made work holding onto her body, one firmly gripped at her hip keeping her in place while holding her body up just the same. The other trailing her body under him, yanking down her bra, fondling her breasts, kneading the tender area and lightly pinching her perked nipple between his fingers. Littering her neck with soft kisses turned viscous bites, sucking on the flesh to leave his mark across her skin. Between each new mark Raphael found himself growling and swearing with each thrust, the turtle the more vocal of his brothers but quieter as he enjoyed hearing his partner more. Hearing (Y/n) beneath him mewl and cry out in her own swimming bliss and arousal was just adding fuel to his fire. Determined to make her cry more, to say his name and beg for his cock again.
“Bite me,” She breathed out between moans as she found herself earning for something harder, those fangs she saw only a glimpse of flashing through her mind.
Even unaware of the full extent her command gave she wanted it nevertheless, she was unafraid to handle a bit of pain among the bliss. Raphael was already dizzy with his lust and arousal as they fucked so he batted not an eye at the request, his daze leading to him to obey without warming. His large hand that enveloped her breasts moved up along her collar to her neck pushing her head up forcing her to stare at the plain concrete wall above the bed. His tongue skimmed along her neck which flowered with bruises and marks, opening his mouth his fangs grazed her skin that pulsed with her pounding heart. (Y/n) gasped, closing her eyes tightly preparing herself for a twinge of pain, but Raph was going to ensure she felt nothing but ecstasy. His hand that gripped her hips so tightly left her bruising skin to instead move its way along between her legs. Kissing her neck sweetly as his hand found the sensitive bundle of nerves, still thrusting his hips against her backside, deep and hard he let his fingers roll over the nerves of her clitoris. The abrupt touch pushed a pleading sob from his pretty baby doll. He continued his treatment on that sensitive area letting her melt away in the heavenly euphoria alongside the bucking of his hips into hers. The mixing sounds of slapping skin, the enticing cries leaving her lips and his own struggle gasp for air.
A shock wave of ecstasy was further by the fleeting twinge of pain and burning sensation coursing through her veins like her body was set on fire from the inside. Raphael had taken her moment of euphoria as his chance to sink those fangs into her skin with such ease, his grip on her neck tightened, holding her firmly still as he pulled them both up onto their knees. The turtle was unaware just how parched he was or how dry his throat became until the warm crimson was already easing both of those. The strangely sweet but metallic taste warming his body while those pretty noises she made stirred him to his core. He pulled back from her neck with a gratifying gasp. Those piercing red eyes dying down, muted until they returned to their normal green hue, one of his hungers was satisfied. The other would not be until they both finished, leading him to speed up the snapping of his hips, him nearly pulling out of her heated sex entirely but bucking up right back into her. (Y/n) in this new sitting position was able to free her hands from the tangled sheets which she held onto for stability. Instead one held tightly to his hand that stayed caressing her neck, the other reaching back to run her shaking hand across the rough textured skin of the bruteish turtle.
“Fuck, you taste so good~” Those were the first words spoken in what felt like ages pulling (Y/n) from her daze. She finally felt the intense bubbling feeling in her abdomen as she was approaching her end now that she was free from her trance. Hearing all the noises that came from their lewd love making, his heaving chest and plastron pressing against her back, and yet the softest touch of his hand that ran along her throat. All of it was overwhelming and sheer bliss as she choked out his name in a pleading whisper. “Raph I..” Her sentence never found its end as the turtle hushed her, turning her head to side allowing him the chance to press a needy kiss to her lips. A repeat of the kiss that started it all he forced his way into her mouth, the taste of her own blood lingering on his tongue and yet she cared not. Whining into the kiss as he sped up his fingers which played with her clit, pinching and rolling the bundle of nerves lightly. Raphael felt his member twitch inside her slick walls as they fluttered against him, pulling him to his end. The kiss breaking as the building of heat and tension bursted inside her first, her orgasm rushing over her like a wave. (Y/n) biting his lip as she pulled back, accidently drawing blood to the surface to mix with the already metallic taste in both their mouths.
Raphael smirked watching her as they locked eyes, riding out her high and soon enough he was right behind her. Him pushing her flushed against him and he gave a few final hard thrusts into her quivering core. His seed coating her walls and his cock as he continued her pull in and out of her, slowing his pace and letting it spill from her, gliding down her thighs and onto the sheets below. Raph stayed deep inside of (Y/n) as he came to a stop, panting before he pressed a gratified sweet kiss to her lips, letting her fall back against him, strong enough to hold her weight for her. Her body felt heavy, mind faint and clouded as her heart continued to race in her chest. The burning sensation throughout her body never dissipating instead growing, (Y/n) would have thought something was wrong but her mind was far too lost to even consider anything. Raph pulled back from the kiss and looked at the cute exhausted girlfriend of his with a smile, she returned it with half lidded eyes before they fluttered close to heavy to remain open. The red clad brute chuckled pulling out of her, carefully laying her down on the bed, getting up from the bed he fixed himself before cleaning her up as well.
“Sorry gorgeous,” Raphael said, admitting that his lack of communication was not the best way to handle it all, though he got no answer as her breath slowed falling silent. The pounding of her heart that Raphael heard began to slow, stopping for a brief moment. Raphael was frozen leaning over the side of the bed down at her, panic settling into his chest as he called out her name softly. “(Y/n)? Babe?” He gently shook her, his mind flooding with the worst but eased as she spoke. “Nooo, let me sleep,” She whined, making the turtle scoff at her little attitude. (Y/n) opened her eyes looking to the bedside at Raph, her boyfriend smiling at her at first. Slowly his features twisted from a man clearly in love to confused and concerned, Raphael watching as those pretty (e/c) that he knew like the back of his hand instead faded away to a deep crimson red. The turtle unable to say a damn except,
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."
