#bayversetmnt x reader

[raphaelsrightarm]

Watch pt 2

Part 1

Uh ohhhhhh

Words: 1653

Warnings: NSFW 18+ only

Tags: @lovelyladylavie @auggiemty @serpentinefairy @miranexx @drowninghell @monsterroonio

He is a tidal wave. 

Moving and moving, sweeping along anything that may get too close. 

His hands found your waist without faltering for another second. His fingers twitched as he struggled to keep his grip loose. He wanted to touch you, he’s dreamed of touching you. Now that you’re standing before him with nearly as much need as him he’s worried he’ll do it wrong. That he’ll hurt you.

That he’ll scare you away. 

You pressed yourself against him, tracing the pathways of his scales as his breath quickened. You felt the skin of his arms, his shoulders, tracing the border of his plastron. He pressed his lips to your neck as you explored him, the evidence of his want hardening against your stomach. 

You moved to meet his gaze. Your face was only inches from his, and you felt any sense leave your brain as you closed the distance. He was stunned for a moment before you felt his arms wrap further around you. Strong hands splaying out on your back, desperate to have you as close to him as he could manage.

He broke away from you only to kiss your neck again, madly inhaling the scent of your skin before releasing a low groan. A grumble coming from his chest followed soon after, your heart raced at the intensity. 

You thought back to how he had touched himself just moments ago. The image of him stroking himself slowly, twisting his fist as the head that will now forever be imprinted on your mind. You mimicked him as you wrapped your hand around his cock. He let out a strangled gasp, and you realized how sensitive he must be. 

His eyes shut for a moment before returning to meet yours. Deep pools of malachite lit with the fervid flames of his lust. There was something else there that you couldn’t place. He watched you 

You figured it would be best to move slowly at first, since he had just cum moments ago. It wasn’t long before you felt his hips buck against you, urging for more friction. 

“Needy,” 

“You have no idea,” He whispered against your cheek before he kissed you again. 

Your hand moved faster, twisting at the tip just as he had done, as his lips traced your shoulder until he was met with the neckline of your shirt. 

There was the sound of stretching fabric until you felt your shirt tear completely. You gasped his name as the fabric slipped from your body and you felt him smile against your skin. His hands now roamed along the skin of your back, tracing the shape of your spine, the curve of your hips. 

You felt his legs twitch as you began stroking him faster. His restlessness grew with each passing moment of your hands working on him. He wanted more. He has wanted more for so long that it has turned itself into an unforgiving blade wedged into his side. 

Touching you, the feeling of you touching him, were the only things that eased it. Even in his frenzied state he was still in awe of you. 

So he allowed his hands to roam over your body. He wouldn’t last much longer with your hand working him the way it was, and he didn’t want to cum yet. It would feel too much like a waste. 

He felt you gasp again as his hand slid down the front of your leggings, toying with you through the thin fabric of your underwear. Your pace faltered slightly, burying your face into his shoulder as he formed circles over your clit. 

“Don’t get shy now,” His lips brushed against your ear as he spoke. “Tell me how it feels.”

Your body felt like it was on fire. Every inch of your skin was set ablaze the moment you arrived. But words slipped away everytime you tried to form them, too focused on his hand between your legs and yours between his. How the two of you moved together like you’d done this hundreds of times already. 

His free hand moved to grab your ass, kneading the soft flesh against his palm. “Now.” 

Your heart pounded as desire rolled through you like waves. “It’s so good, Raph, please,” You weren’t sure exactly what you were begging for, but just after he pushed your panties out of his way, his finger slipping between your folds to continue his work on you, savoring each whimper and moan that he pulled from you. 

Your hand left from between his legs and flew to his shoulder in an attempt to steady yourself. Though he ached from the sudden lack of pressure, he was too caught up in your breathy moans and pleas for him to make you cum for him to care. 

You were feeling yourself nearing the edge. Your heart pounded like you were running as you ran your hands down his arms, feeling the thick bands of muscle underneath his skin. 

He groaned into your hair. “I wanna fuck you so bad,” His voice almost sounded pained, desperate. 

You fell. 

Effortlessly, he held you against him as your knees buckled. His endless strength was something that had left you stunned a hundred times over by now. 

Your hips ground against his hand as you rode out your orgasm, eyes clenched shut, your fingernails no doubt digging into the back of his neck. 

He was breathing as hard as you were as you came down. His lips traced the curve of your neck. His hand slipped from between your legs, fingers covered in you. 

He inhaled deeply, tasting it off the tip of his finger. The fire inside you sparked back up. 

“Raph,” His name had never sounded more beautiful. “I need you, please.”

He was already helping you slide your pants down, your underwear following soon after. With the fabric in his hand he had the sudden impulse to keep them, just so he could breathe you in whenever he missed this. Though there was a bit of guilt, he dropped them behind him, separate from the rest of your clothes.

You were weightless as he lifted you, bringing you to rest your head on his pillow. He kissed you hungrily, settling on his elbows over top of you. You pressed your knees to his sides, spreading for him as far as you were able in an attempt to make your desperation clear. 

He entered you slowly, his other hand holding a firm grip on your thigh. He watched closely as your head fell back and eyes shut as you took all of him in. 

He knew now that he would never be able to replicate this. His fist would never be able to make him feel the way your cunt is, his body shuddering as he bottomed out.  

He couldn’t think straight, his mind melting from the heat of your velvety core. The churring from his chest had gotten deeper, and already he felt his end drawing near.  

You sucked in a breath through your teeth. His hand slid between the two of you to run circles over your clit. Slowly, he felt you begin to relax around him. 

He forced himself to go slow. Every inch of him was begging for another release, to cum inside you and claim you as his. His mind was so clouded with the scent of you and the strength of his own urges

He waited until you began lifting your hips to match his thrusts to start moving a bit more freely. 

“You’re fuckin’ tight, I’ll make you feel so good.” He felt like he was floating, lost your scent and your whines. “You’re mine.” His body twitched as you tightened around him. “Say it.”

“I’m all yours, Raph.” You tried saying more, and you would have if it didn’t feel so good. Your brain was empty of all thoughts other than his movements. His hands gripped your thighs with enough force you knew it would bruise and didn’t even care. 

Part of you wanted it to.

He watched every movement you made, like he was memorizing you as intensely as you were trying to do to him.

His thrusts picked up, falling out of the rhythm he had created. 

“So good,” He breathes out almost to himself. “So fuckin’ good”

He moved faster. The change of pace nearly made you see stars as his hand continued toying with your clit.  

He watched as your back arched as you met your second release. You held onto him so tightly as your legs shook against his sides. He could feel you pulsing, clouding his vision. 

He breathed you in one last time before his head fell back as he spilled inside of you. He lifted your legs up to his shoulders before he could convince himself not to. He held you there for a minute, kissing your ankles and rubbing your legs, whispering praises of how good you felt before he laid beside you. 

You pressed yourself against him, clinging to his body. The feeling of your bare skin pressing against him was something he never wanted to part with. 

He didn’t know what would happen tomorrow, and he couldn’t force himself to care either. He had your breath against his neck, your arm draped over his stomach.

The moon could fall from the sky at this moment, and the only sorrow he would feel would come from him never again being able to see how the light would fall against your skin. 

It hit him harder than it ever had before, the realization of how important you had become to him. He thought back to the days before you had entered their lives, and they all felt incomplete. 

You nuzzled your face closer into his neck and immediately, almost instinctively, his arm tightened around you. With a light sigh, he accepted that he was absolutely fucked. 

#tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #bayversetmnt #tmnt x reader #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt raphael #tmnt raph 2016 #tmnt raph 2014 #part 2

[multifandomqueen2002]

Back Tickles

Bayverse!Leo x Fem!Reader

*(ALL TURTLES ARE AGED UP! 18+)*

Warnings: None. Might be cussing.

Candles crackle softly in the dimly lit room. The cool smooth satin of Leos blue duvet cover against your bare leg as the duvet lays wrapped around your bare sleeping figure. The lair is quiet. Only Mikeys snoring and Donnie's keys tapping away as he types on his keyboard can be heard.

Leo's door opens as he steps inside, towel draped over his shoulders. Face naked, mask in hand. He shuts the door and looks over at your peaceful state. A smile tugs and the corner of his mouth. You made him so happy. He lived for you.

He steps closer to the bed, taking the towel in hand and hangs it over a chair you took to his room to do your makeup in his mirror.

Why does he have a mirror in his room? You bought a extra mirror one day while on your way to a movie night at the lair. You spent the night there once before and decided it was too difficult to do your hair and makeup the next morning in their bathroom. The lighting in the bathroom sucked, and mikey and raph have a subconscious feud of "who gets to destroy the bathroom first" in the morning. Their stomachs dont get along with pepperoni.

Leo slowly places his knee on his bed, leaning over your frame, his fingertips gently grazing your calf and up your thigh. His hand ends on your hip as he gently squeezes to wake you.

"Princess?" His voice soft, deep, low

Oh, how you loved his voice.

"Mmmhh?" You respond, barely wake.

"Move over, beautiful" he slowly starts pushing you as you move over, you feel the bed dip behind you as Leo lays down on his side next to you. Your warm lower back against his pelvis. Enough space between your back and his plastron for his right hand to creep up to your bare back and he lightly starts slowly stroking his fingers up, down, left and right. Your body bathed in goosebumps. Another soft smile tugs at his lips as rests his head on his left arm.

He is so in love with you. All his thoughts wander off as he tickles your back. It wanders to the day he first met you. He never knew a persons' smile could say so much without saying a thing at all. You smelled so sweet. You were so kind. He observed you, trying to maintain a distance.

Thoughts trail to a slip up between him and Raph a few weeks after he first met you. They had a terrible fight, at a terrible time. He had already recognized the deep feelings he has towards you by this time and Raph knew. So he pushed buttons that day.

You, Casey, Vern and April came over for chinese and before the takeout boxes were even opened, Raph and Leo were at eachothers throats. No one had a clue how it started. Leo was so outraged that he stormed off his room, just to breathe.

You, the kind and pure soul that you are, checked on him immediately. You didnt believe in bottling emotions. 'It makes you sick' you would always say. With a soft knock on his door, you call out to him. "Lee, are you alright?" After he let you in, you both sat on his bed and he just let it out. He couldn't keep it to himself anymore. He talked all that has ever bothered him and yoy sat there with an open heart and an open mind. Listening, comforting. Hes never felt so heard, never felt so assured.

All he knew that day is that you were a treasure, that he couldn't let go.

Many more memories were about to flood his mind until his thoughts get interrupted by you leaning back into him with a little stretch.

"Baby?" You look up at him with half lidded eyes,

"Yes my Angel?" He smiles rubbing your thigh.

"Hold me?"

Thats all this big boy needed to hear before he wraps his arm around your waist and you head snuggles right below his chin. He holds you close, like its the last time.

"Goodnight, Angel"

With one last kiss on the top of your head, you both drift off in the warmth of eachother.

A/N:

Ok this is my first time writing in a looong time. So i hope it wasnt too bad. I do take requests!

I prefer requests because i run out ideas so dont be shy :D

#tmnt2016 #tmnt2014 #tmntbayverse #bayversetmnt #leo 2016 #leonardo 2016 #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #bayverse tmnt #tmnt bayverse #leonardo x reader #tmnt leonardo

[raphaelslefttoe]

Raphael x Reader

Cuddling with Raphael was always nice to do especially with the thundering storm raging outside. His big strong arms wrapped around you always made you feel safe and protected, like everything would always be ok as long as he was around. Maybe that’s just the reason you fell for him. Turning your head you see him smirking at you “What you looking at man?!” You say playfully. “I’m looking at you , woman!” He responds pulling you closer to kiss you on your soft lips. “So this is what heaven feels like.” You thought.

#tmnt raph 2012 #bayverse raphael x reader #tmnt raphael #raphael #tmnt raphael x reader #raphael x reader #tmnt #tmnt raph #teenage mutant ninja turtles #bayversetmnt #tmnt 2016 #tmnt headcanon #tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie #tmnt donnie 2012 #tmnt leo 2012 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey #tmnt mikey 2012 #tmnt bayverse

[sylvain-writes]

Scarlet Letters (TMNT Raphael x Reader)

Chapter 1/8: Proceed with Caution

You find Raphael injured in an alley by your apartment.  With an ice storm on the way, you can't leave him out in the cold.

Strangers to lovers, Hurt/Comfort T (Rating will change to M for Chapter 8)

(Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ao3)

You’ve walked this route home dozens of times.  It isn’t your favorite. In fact, it makes you sick to your stomach to cut through poorly lit streets and tight alleys, particularly those under the control of Purple Dragons.  To your right and left, the gang’s tags mark brick buildings and doorways, visible to anyone who knows what they’re looking for. At the corner, elderly folks occupy a small table in a family owned restaurant.  You try to ignore the eyes that follow you as you pass the window. 

The traffic light overhead blinks yellow.  Caution.  Instinctively, you reach for your shoulder.  Even under layers of clothing - a shirt, a sweater, a winter coat - you know exactly where the dagger had pierced your skin all those years ago.  It stings, even now, the scar you’d acquired as a child. The pain reminds you that your father’s murderer is still out here somewhere.

You wouldn’t take this route home from the clinic unless you absolutely had to, but the next shift of nurses had gotten stuck in traffic.  An hour later than you were supposed to be relieved of your post, you were finally able to make the long trek home. And with the meteorologist on the radio predicting an ice storm, you knew the commute was going to be a doozy. 

By the time you made it out of the clinic, the subways had already become overcrowded and delays were piling up.  Taxis were few and far between. You were pretty sure those cabs on the roads weren’t even taking fares anymore. Everyone was in a hurry to get themselves off the road and into shelter.  And now it looks like you were one of the few still trying to find a way home.

Just a few blocks further.  You’d reach the end of Purple Dragon territory and descend the steps of your basement apartment.  The gang’s influence hadn’t always reached this far, but living on the edge of the action meant renting Abma’s basement was even cheaper now than it had been when she moved in three years ago.  Most people were uncomfortable living without a view of the sky, but living underground never bothered you. In fact, the descent into your apartment was one of the few things that filled you with a sense of safety and calm.  Plus, with the money you save on rent, you’re able to upgrade the apartment’s amenities and decor to fit your taste as you please.

You blink at your surroundings and curse yourself for getting lost in your thoughts.  You aren’t home free yet. You have to be vigilant. Continuing on, you keep your eyes sharp and your ears attuned to your surroundings.

From the alley to your right, there comes a deep grunt and a wet gasp.  You freeze. You clench your teeth and your fists as your fight or flight response wars with itself in your mind.  Your heart beats wildly in your chest, and you consider your options. 

You know you can continue on your way.  You can see home from where you’re standing.  You can go, hide behind closed doors, and try to forget that you heard anything out here.  But the sound comes again, the struggle of someone gasping for air through sickness or injury, and your compassion kicks into high gear.  Your fear moves aside as your medical training takes the forefront of your mind.

With a deep breath and your hand on the can of pepper spray you keep in the pocket of your parka, you start down the alley.  Every inch your advance is one of mindful cautions. You’re poised to run at any evidence of danger. So far, there is none.

The wet coughs echoing off the walls are reminiscent of the final breaths of your father all those years ago, and the thought of another person lying in pain on the pavement tugs at your heart and urges you closer to investigate. 

Creeping along the wall of the alley, you approach the overflowing dumpster with extreme caution.  You tighten your hold on your pepper spray and take out your phone. Your feet take another step, then another. 

If it is a Dragon, you hope they are injured gravely.  You think you’d gladly let them rot on the street. But if it isn’t, if it’s a victim of their cruelty and violence, then you dreaded what you’d find among the towering bags of trash. 

When the moans stop abruptly, you remember to pull your phone out of your pocket.  You’re ready to dial for emergency assistance, but you fear the worst has happened.  Either the wounded have succumbed to their wounds or they are preparing themself for discovery.

Another deep breath of winter air chills you from the inside out, but you widen your stance with determination.  The cold, rusted edge of the dumpster digs into your palms as you lean around it for a peek. There’s movement behind the bags of filth and the tell tale scraping of metal against stone - a weapon being dragged over concrete. 

The breathing has resumed.  Ragged. Labored. Shallow. Distressed. 

With your pepper spray raised and at the ready, you grab ahold of a trash bag blocking your view of the injured person and yank it out of the way. 

There’s no word of shock strong enough to describe what you feel as you take in the sight before you.  But the emotion is fleeting. A wide green face turns toward you, grimacing in pain as the creature hiding in the shadows struggles to breathe. 

You've heard stories of giant crocs in the sewers.  But as you look into those large green eyes, fierce even in the face of being helpless, your heart aches.  It’s a moment later that you recognize the shine of a streetlamp’s light reflected on metal. But the pronged weapon doesn’t appear to be much of a threat.  The points of the sai tremble as the arm extending it in defense struggles to maintain the position. 

With a fatigued grunt, the arm drops and the weapon clatters to the ground.  The eyes that were once full of bravado and pride soften as a cough wracks their body.  Those same eyes now plead silently for help, and you know in the core of your being that you were wrong to ever have considered them a creature at all; they are a person.

You lower your own weapon, returning your can of pepper spray as well as your phone to your jacket pocket.  “I’m here to help,” you whisper. 

With your hands up to show that you mean them no harm, you take slow steps around the piles of filth that separate you from the one slumped against the brick building.  Without touching them to feel for bone breaks or having any medical equipment on hand to give a proper exam, there’s not much you can do. You’re shivering as you take stock of their injuries as best as you can with a quick look.  But you have to ignore the cold of the coming storm for at least a little while longer. You can’t leave this person. Not alone. Not out here.

“Can you walk?”

They look up at you, scowling, as if to say they’d be walking already if they could. 

You glance up and down the alley to check for danger, but the only thing you notice is the wind starting to kick up, the clouds growing ever darker, and the chill cutting through your parka and settling deep in your bones.  You can’t imagine how the unclothed person at your feet must be faring; not to mention, the touch of cold concrete and brick against bare skin has never been kind.

No matter your need to take them to shelter, however, you won’t be able to move them by sheer force of will alone. 

“My apartment is there.”  You point down the way to the corner.  The two of you could make it, unseen, if you stuck to the shadows of the building.  But they would have to bear some of their own weight. 

You look down at them, catching their gaze, and fearing for their safety more than your own.  “Come with me,” you say, and now you’re the one that’s pleading. Reaching down in an offer of assistance, you add, “Please.”

I’m not gonna hurt you.  You know that’s what people say to win the trust of others in situations like this.  You know it’s what you’re supposed to say.  But you’ve never been one to lie to your patients. 

A shaking hand reaches up to you, its fingers slowly uncurling from a fist.  You notice the fingers are three, but after seeing a green giant you suppose there’s not much else that can surprise you.  It’s more the tremor in the hand that has your attention. You decide it’s safer to take them by the wrist for a steadier hold to prevent further injury. 

You sneak a quick check of their pulse as you crouch down at their side.  Their heart rate is worrisomely slow. You bite your lip and prepare both of you to stand.  “This is gonna hurt,” you admit as gently as you can. Then, before either of you can back out, you sling their muscled arm over your shoulders and encourage them to their feet.

They cry out in pain as they stand.  Their skin is cold as ice, but the blood streaming down their side and seeping through the pants of your scrubs is warm. 

Wind whistles and the first bites of freezing rain sting against your cheeks.  “Move,” you beg them. Every shuffling step is a struggle and you wonder what could be so important in their backpack that they couldn’t leave it behind for you to retrieve after they were inside. 

With the extra weight, the trip down the alley feels like a mile.  But finally, you reach your building where the railing of the staircase can take the brunt of your companion’s weight.  Your relief is soon replaced with curiosity, however, as you follow them down to your basement apartment. Now that you have a good view of their back, your breath catches in your throat.  It wasn’t as you thought. They aren’t carrying a pack at all. You blink as you take in the patterns of their shell, its scutes painted and chipped and scarred.

Your eyes narrow on the faded kanji and relax again when your companion turns their soft gaze upon you.  The characters on their shell speak of anger, but other than the weapon they'd brandished in defense, you’ve been witness to none of that.  In fact, as you move around them in the small space to unlock your door, you don't think you've ever felt as safe as you do with them standing at your back.

#tmnt x reader #tmnt x reader fanfic #raphael x reader #tmnt 2014/2016 #raphael #tmnt 2016 x reader #tmnt raphael #tmnt raph #raph x reader #hurt/comfort #strangers to lovers #bayverse tmnt #bayversetmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles

[raphaelsrightarm]

Your work is absolutely amazing and I was hoping you could do a nsfw scenario for the bayverse boys, their s/o is super needy and desperate to be loved on but the boys are on the phone with someone (anyone of your choosing), they get tired of waiting and pull their mans pant down to blow him. It would be nice to see how long the boys last on the phone call.

Break

I chose Donnie for this one just because as I read this he immediately popped into my head let's also pretend Donnie's desk is behind a door in a secluded lab and not in their actual living room cause otherwise this would be awkward haha

Words: 1769

Warnings: Smut, 18+

It had been two weeks since he had last fucked you. 

Two weeks of him either being glued to his desk or being dragged to his bed by one of his brothers whenever they had enough.

He had taken on new responsibilities with the NYPD, mostly in an attempt to ease the collective anxiety most of them had felt ever since their fight with Krang. He had been looking for ways to prepare themselves for a return, if there ever was one. Finally, he found a way. He’d spent never ending days creating devices that could pick up on any ripple that could allude to his reappearance. 

They were beautiful, and with each one he created your pride for him swelled more and more. There was another desk chair in his lab he had just for you, which is where you’ve been for nearly every day since he began working on his newest endeavor. 

You didn’t mind it. It was nice to watch him work. He always seemed to know what to do and how to complete it. You were sure that there wouldn’t ever be a day when he didn’t impress you. 

But you couldn’t deny that you missed him. Most days he would be at his desk, but still being able to leave it for a little while. Then there were times when he would get so swept up in his work that he would fixate on his project until he was completely sure he was happy with it. 

That’s what led to him being glued here for days. 

That’s what led to the need that’s been left to engulf you. 

“You’re quiet today.”

Donnie proved to have a certain talent to be vigilant of what was happening around him even while immersed in his screens. There had been days when you would be telling him stories as his fingers flew across the keys and he would hear every single word. 

“Sorry,” you watched as he pulled away from his notes and drawings and flexed his fingers. “Just distracted.”

“Oh?”

“Do you want to watch a movie tonight?” You knew the answer by the way his eyes guiltily flicked quickly to his work then back to you. He was trying to figure out how much time these machines would take. He had finished ten, and wanted to create more so that there was enough to cover the city. 

He hated the way your face fell, hated even more that it was because of him. “I’m sorry, dove. It won’t be long before I finish all of this, then we can do whatever you want. I promise.”

“You don’t want to take a break?”

“I took a break the other day.” He said defensively. 

“You mean when Raph forced you to go to bed?”

He feigned offense. “I lost a lot of valuable time, then.” He was trying to make you smile, and the gesture alone brought a small one to your face. 

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes staying focused on you. 

“Come here,” He placed his elbows on the arm rests of his chair, opening his arms. Part of you wanted to be spiteful, to stay planted in your seat. But that part was much smaller than the temptation of being close to him. 

You curled up in his lap the way you had so many times before. His arms felt so familiar to you as they encased you. You laid your chin on his shoulder as his hands moved around your back. 

“I’m sorry,” He whispered as his fingers combed through your hair. “I know I can get caught up.” 

The guilt you felt washed away the rest of your anger, which flooded out with a sigh against his skin. “It’s ok. I know it isn’t your fault.”

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder before pulling you up so he could look at you. “How about we watch a movie in here? I could pull it up on one of my monitors.” 

You felt yourself fill with warmth at how much he wanted to see you happy. The effort he always made to make sure you didn’t feel neglected. 

“That would be nice.” His heart swelled at the sight of you smiling. He pressed a kiss to your lips, one that was supposed to be quick, innocent. Then he did it again. And again. Then his hand cupped the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. 

It was almost embarrassing how much desire rolled through you from something so simple. You knew he could tell as he inhaled deeply through his nose, inviting your scent in eagerly. 

His hands slid to your hips as he savored the feeling of your lips on his, basking in the heat of your body. You felt him harden underneath you as his grip tightened. 

Slowly, you rolled your hips against his bulge. His whole body stiffened as he took in a sharp breath. He began guiding your hips to move at the speed he wanted, which unfortunately, was slow.

Even then, the friction was making your limbs numb, the only important part of you being the one touching him. His small moans would fold against your lips as he moved you faster. His hand slid up the back of your shirt, moving up your skin until he found the clasps of your bra, and you felt your heart race.

It was then his phone started ringing. And your heart dropped to the floor. 

Part of you hoped he would ignore it completely, and you deflated even more when he pulled away to check who was calling. He looked at you apologetically.

“It’s Vincent.” You pressed your forehead to his shoulder in defeat. His sigh had a hint of amusement in it. “Give me just one second. Just to make sure everything’s okay.”

You nodded as you climbed off his lap, returning to your seat. 

He answered and began speaking, you could tell he was trying to rush. He listened to her concern, then shut his eyes and let out a breath, once again looking guilty.

“She wants to ask about the placements of the devices.” He explained. After a moment, you realized he was asking you if you were alright with him answering her. You felt the sting of annoyance about the timing, but you nodded, waving him on with a flick of your hand. 

He reached out and squeezed your knee before turning his eyes to the monitor that had a map of New York, littered with purple dots indicating where he wanted to install his systems. He began listing off street names to her as you watched his lips move. 

Your eyes slid down his chest, guided by the strain of his straps, coming to a stop of his hard cock still pressing against his pants. Slowly, you rolled your chair toward him. He spared a brief glance to you before listing off more places on his map. He paused in between each one, making you think she must be writing them down.

Your hands slowly reached for him, your palms flattening on his knees. He looked at you, confused, until he saw the smirk on your face and your body moving to the edge of your chair. He pieced it together quickly after that.

He watched with a look that was a mix of disbelief and challenge as you slid to your knees in front of him. You didn’t look away from his eyes throughout any of your movements. He didn’t have to say anything for you to know the look meant, Don’t you dare. 

He then seemed to remember he was supposed to be responding, jolting a little. “What’s that?” He cleared his throat to try and mask that his voice had gotten high. “Yes, I’m planning on placing them the same distance from one another.” His hand squeezed his phone while the other was gripping the arm rest. You reached for the hem of his pants, undoing his belt and zipper before he became exposed to you. 

You slowly wrapped your hand around him, not yet moving, only applying the pressure. It was enough to have him breathing heavily, taking the lower half of the phone further away from his face to muffle it. 

His ability to divide his focus suddenly disappeared as he asked Vincent to repeat her question, giving her an answer you weren’t paying attention to. Your hand began a steady pace, his hips twitching slightly toward you.

There was a new fire lit in his eyes. He watched as you leaned forward to press kisses along the base. You ran your tongue up his shaft, stopping to swirl it around the head.

He bit his fist keeping his noise down as he glared at you. The spark in his eyes never dimmed though, he had been missing this just as much as you have. He missed the feeling of your hands on him. He missed the way your warm mouth felt wrapped around him. He missed being able to watch your eyes tear up as you took him as far back in your throat as you could manage. 

You took the head of his cock in your mouth, sucking gently on it before releasing. You kept your eyes on him, knowing that by now you’re on the way to driving him insane. 

You took him in again, pushing down further this time, as far as you could go. Your hand stroked the rest of him as your head began bobbing along his length. 

His head pressed the back of his chair as he began answering anything with one word sentences or with simple ‘mhm’s. 

Heat was traveling through you at the sight, spreading through every vessel in your body. His eyes clenched shut for a moment as he concentrated on staying silent. 

Finally, they began saying their goodbyes. 

“I’ll be able to finish them up soon,” His eyes full of lust as he looked at you, “I have something I need to deal with first.” His voice flowed against you like water as a new surge of excitement ran through you. 

You released him with a pop as he hung the phone up, still stroking him with a small grin on your face. He dropped his phone on his desk and ran his fingers through your hair. 

“That needy, huh? Do you need it that badly?” His hand moved to cup your chin. You began to stand, but he placed a hand on your shoulder. “Finish me off, then I’ll give you what you want.”

#tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #bayversetmnt #tmnt x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt donnie 2014 #tmnt donnie 2016