Uhm... Hi 🙈👉🏻👈🏻 This is kind of my first request and I'm kinda... shy about it so excuse my wording, hah. But I kind of... Had this idea hit me just now and I would honestly just love seeing you write it because I absolutely LOVE your writing. But if you're not up for it, that's cool! BUT, how would the boy's first ever blowjob happen? Did they openly ask for it? (something I personally would find hot as fuck, but I digress) or did their girlfriend go for it? 🤔 kthxbye 😳😳 / Ninno
Oh I’m so honored to get your first ask! 🥰🥰🥰 Let’s work under the assumption that despite being different sizes amongst themselves, the guys are all larger than your average human male. I’d like to do this in headcanon form, so here we go!
Warning: Language and NSFW 18+only
Honor Boy wants a bj so badly but struggles with the idea of asking for one.
He feels there is some kind of etiquette here that he’s not familiar with, and doesn’t want to overstep any boundaries.
Should he just casually mention that he’s never had one and see how you respond? Is that still too forward?
Every time things start heating up between the two of you, he gets his nerves all worked up over it.
You are starting to wonder if Leo is ever going to move past heavy petting.
Deciding that he’s just too much of a gentleman to make the move, you take matters into your hands…..and mouth.
It’s movie night at your apartment, chilling on the couch, and you two stopped watching about twenty minutes in.
Tongues are tangling, hands rubbing and grabbing, when you pull your top off.
Leo freezes, eyes trained on your pert breasts displayed in lace. You move his hands to your chest and he squeezes gently.
“It’s okay, Leo. You can touch me.”
He slips a finger under your bra, rubbing against a pebbled nipple. His eyes ask permission and you nod. He pushes the cup down and gets a good look at your rounded flesh before leaning in to kiss and suck.
After several minutes of letting Leo enjoy himself, you push him back. You smile at his instant frown and get down on the floor between his legs.
Leo gulps as your hands go to the fly of his pants. Holy shit.
“Is this alright?” you ask, almost a whisper. He nods, not trusting himself to speak.
You unbutton and unzip, tugging the material down. Leo raises up just enough to help you pull his underwear down as well.
Finally, you are eye level with the largest cock you have ever seen on a male. You knew he would probably be big, but your imagination had not done him justice.
You drag a finger up the sensitive underside and he shudders.
Your fingers dance along his firm flesh, teasing touches to make him gasp.
Then you lock eyes with him while grasping the base solidly, a slow descent till your lips hover over his tip.
You place a soft kiss on the spongy head, then open your mouth and slide down till he bumps the back of your throat.
Leo quite nearly shoots off the couch. He’s gripping the cushions and trying to decide if it’s better to close his eyes, throwing back his head, or watch closely so he doesn’t miss even a second.
The faster you bob your head, the harder it is for him to maintain any control. It feels so much better than he ever imagined.
He’ll be embarrassed later by the sounds he’s making but right now, nothing else matters but the warmth of your mouth and the way you are taking him so deep.
“Y/n, stop! I’m gonna cum!” he groans.
You brace yourself for the load and suck a little harder on each pass.
When he cums, it’s sudden and more than you expect. Proudly, you swallow every drop.
He pulls you into his arms and whispers so many sweet things to you. You just introduced him to a whole new world.
Genius here wants to experience everything. EVERYTHING.
Receiving a blowjob ranks high on his list.
So asking for it doesn’t really phase him.
He arranges for some privacy, choosing his bedroom over the lab.
He knows he should probably set an appropriate mood, it starts off with neck kisses that upgrades to full on making out.
When hands start wandering, and he hears your breath hitch, he knows it’s the perfect time.
“Y/n, I have a proposition for you.”
He nearly kills the mood right then and there.
Thankfully, the two of you have been friends long enough that his quirks are no surprise to you now that you are dating.
“What’s on your mind, Donnie baby?”
￼“Fellatio and cunnilingus.”
You almost swallow your own tongue. Donnie makes note of your wide eyes and the strangling sounds emitting from your throat.
“Oral sex,” he explains, as if translation was the issue.
It takes everything you have not to roll your eyes. “I’m aware of what it is. You just surprised me with your delivery here.”
“Oh.” He considers. “Well, do you want to? I never have before, and you know how much I love learning new things.”
￼You aren’t sure how that ended up sounding sexy as hell, but you find yourself pulling off your pants and panties.
Donnie spends the next little while exploring your most private area. He’s touched you before, but now he can see the beauty of it up close and personal.
He’s enamored with the taste of your juices and drunk on the sounds that you make.
By the time he has made you cum, his cock is hard and aching.
He hastily unfastens his cargo pants and frees the beast, tall and leaking precum from the tip.
He’s loooooong and you know there’s no way you can take all of it this time.
You open your mouth and slide over several inches. Swirling your tongue and sucking with each pull. With one hand, you grasp his thigh to brace against, and with the other, you pump the other half of his cock.
Donnie has never felt anything like it. Jerking off can’t even compare. Your mouth is now his idea of heaven and you are his goddess.
He is so enraptured that it never occurs to him to warn you that he’s about to blow.
The first stream of cum is a surprise and you nearly choke on it. You manage to swallow quite a bit, but geez, there’s a lot of it.
It’s worth it for the look of absolute adoration on Donatello’s face.
Since the first time he saw a blowjob in a porno, he’s been desperate to try it.
He never dreamed he would ever have an actual girlfriend, so the fact that it is now a possibility, makes his head spin.
He has spent more time than he probably should just thinking about how to broach the subject.
He knows he’s big. Like BIG. What if you physically can’t do it? What if he asks and you look at him like, like…….a monster?
Now his nerves are getting the best of him and he’s snappy with everyone. His brothers are used to it, but it’s rarely ever directed at you.
So you start getting a bit pissed that he’s so short with you. What the hell is his problem?
To try to improve his mood, and your relationship, you invite him over for a home cooked dinner. You make his favorite.
At first, he seems better. Conversation is flowing easily, and he’s definitely enjoying the food.
But when dinner is over, he tries to rush off. That’s it. You have had it. Time to confront him.
“Raph, what the hell is going on? It’s like you can’t wait to get away from me. Have I done something wrong? Are you not interested in me anymore? We’ve barely even kissed!” you fume.
Panic. His eyes are filled with utter panic. He can’t look at you, and he looks poised to bolt.
At this point, you believe you’re right, and tears fill your eyes. Raph sees them brimming, about to spill down your cheeks, and feels like shit.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I’m an idiot. There’s something I wanna try but I’m afraida how you’ll react.”
You sniffle, but walk over to him and wrap your arms around his waist.
“What is it?”
His expression turns sheepish.
“Ya know, we’ve been gettin’ more handsy lately, and uh, I was hopin’ ta maybe get more…..mouthy?” He winces at his own wording.
It takes a minute for the full implications of his statement to process. Then, it hits you, what he means. A wicked smile stretches across your face.
He lets you push him back towards the wall, only stopping when his shell bumps. Then your hands go to his shorts, untying them and tugging till they puddle at his feet.
You get down on your knees, holding his stare, and curl your fingers into the band of his underwear.
He feels his dick twitch as you lick your lips. Anticipation has mostly replaced fear at this point and he finds himself holding his breath as you pull his underwear down his thick legs and free his sizable cock.
“Ohhhh fuck,” you moan at the sight of him. Your hands fondle and squeeze him experimentally, before you run your tongue along the underside.
The strangled gasp above you is encouraging, so you lick him up and down several times, rolling your tongue around his bulbous head.
Churrs and grunts sound off and you decide it’s time to really blow his mind.
Opening your mouth as wide as you can, you manage to fit a few inches into your mouth. Raphael’s abdominal muscles clench in response. One hand presses against his plastron while the other begins to corkscrew around the rest of his length. Raph has never seen a more beautiful, erotic sight in his life.
Raph makes an embarrassingly high pitched sound as you suck hard. He’s not going to last any time at all and he knows it. He squeezes his eyes shut tight, willing his release to hold off a little longer, but it’s no good. Your mouth just feels too fucking amazing around him.
Just as he feels himself start to cum, he grabs your hair, pulling you off of him. You keep jerking him off with both hands as cum shoots all over your neck and chest. He bellows in pleasure. It’s the best orgasm he’s ever had.
Raph’s chest is heaving as he catches his breath. You lick his cum from your fingers with a coy smile.
“Damn babe,” he groans, “that was incredible.”
“Next time you want it, just ask me for it,” you purr.
He wonders, not for the first time, how did he get so fucking lucky?
Let’s face it, Mikey likes to put things in his mouth.
It just follows naturally to him that you would do the same.
He’s always eating something, and you have just become resigned to the fact that anything he eats is going to be shared.
“Open wide, Angelcakes!”
You have to put your food down occasionally though. “Butterscotch, onion, and anchovies do not belong together period, Michelangelo. Let alone on a pizza.”
Food has led to some of the more sensual moments between the two of you though. Sucking sauce from Mikey’s finger, Mikey licking chocolate syrup off your neck after an impromptu food war.
So, it only makes sense that food is what leads you both to take the next intimate step in your relationship.
The evening starts innocently enough. Playing video games in Mikey’s room, laying on his bed, surrounded by snacks and sodas.
He’s winning, and bragging about it. You need to find a way to even the odds. You grab a large lollipop from the candy bowl and make a show of sucking and slurping at it while keeping your eyes on the screen.
You can see Mikey’s face in your peripheral and he’s definitely noticing.
You take it out of your mouth and swirl your tongue around it.
He licks his lips.
Aaaand back to sucking. Inwardly, you gloat. He’s starting to slip and your score is higher now.
You finish the game as the winner, and turn with a huge grin to rub it in his face, when you realize that Mikey has completely stopped playing. He’s totally mesmerized by the motion in your cheeks and lips as you suck the sugary treat.
You also notice the colossal boner tenting his shorts. Your cheeks heat up at the sight. Suddenly, there’s something better you want to suck on.
Mikey puts his hand over yours, pulling the lollipop from your mouth and tossing it back in the candy bowl.
You start to protest, but then he’s kissing you and has replaced the sucker with his tongue.
The make out session gets messier and more frantic as you devour one another’s mouths.
You are shocked back to your senses when you feel Mikey’s eager hands pulling at your clothes.
“New snack babe-you. And I’m starving!”
Your face turns red but you stop resisting and allow him to strip you down to your underwear. He needs your help removing your bra.
Mikey wastes no time latching onto your bare nipples. He nips and licks, sucks and moans around the hard nubs.
You moan as well and praise his talented tongue.
“You like that? Well, let me show you what else I can do.”
Your panties are gone. He moved so fast that you aren’t sure how he did it or where they went.
All you know is that his tongue is now delving into your folds and he’s feasting like the starving man he claimed to be.
He’s sloppy and his face is covered in your juices but you cum hard against his lips.
He wipes his chin with a satisfied grin.
“Your turn!” he quips, pulling his shorts and underwear off in one swift move.
Lord have mercy, that is the largest cock you have ever tried to take. Your mouth waters.
You go right for it. Slide that pout down his length till you start to gag. Then back up, and down again. You keep bobbing and sucking, and Mikey can’t stop the praise from rolling off his tongue.
“Yeah, baby, that’s so good. Girl, your mouth is magic.”
He threads his fingers into your hair and starts to thrust a little into your mouth. You moan and grab his ass, squeezing to encourage him to keep going.
He gets the hint and actively fucks your face. He’s surprisingly gentle about it, cradling your head and not ramming your throat hard.
“I’m gonna cum,” he warns, and you squeeze his ass cheeks again in acceptance.
You are amazed at yourself for being able to swallow all of it. Mutants have a lot of jizz, you discover.
Mikey can’t shut up. He can’t stop talking about how good you are with your mouth, and all you can think about it getting that tasty cock inside your pussy, and soon.
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hey girl can you do a oneshot for raph about how you call him and he says that he had a shitty day so you decide to surprise him in red lingerie? thank you :)
Cheering up the big guy in his favorite color? Yessssss, let’s get it! 🙌🏼
Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only
What a day. Not bad, just crazy busy. You were already calling your boyfriend as you hailed a cab for the ride home. Raph answered as you gave the driver your apartment address.
Uh oh, one word, grunted. That wasn’t a good sign.
“Hey baby, how has your day been?”
He growled, “It’s been a load of shit. Dad left for some meditation retreat thing an’ Leo thinks he’s the boss. Punk keeps telling me what ta do.”
You remembered Splinter talking about his trip. It wasn’t like he was going far and it was only a few days. But you knew Leo was probably trying to make everything perfect for their sensei’s return.
“I’m sorry to he-“
“And then Donnie blows somethin’ up in his lab so the place is a fuckin’ mess an’ smells awful too.”
“I see. Well-“
“Don’t even get me started on Mikey. I’m bout ta break his damn drum set.”
You sighed. He was angry and on a roll. You needed to get him out of the sewers for a night to de-stress, and a plan to do just that was forming.
“Raph,” you interrupted his ranting, “I want to you to come over later. Bring an overnight bag, I’m off tomorrow.”
He snorted, “Like Lieutenant Leo is gonna agree-“
You interrupted again, “Let me handle Leo.”
It was silent for a long moment. Then, “alright.”
You smiled to yourself. Once the call ended, you asked the cabbie to make a pit stop on the way home. After a little shopping, and a very pointed phone call to the leader in blue, you got ready for your overnight guest.
When Raph arrived, he came through your window to find the lights mostly off. He dropped his backpack by the couch, then noticed a glow coming from your bedroom doorway. He rolled his shoulders, popped his neck, and tried to muster up a smile for you. He stopped dead in his tracks just inside your room. The sight before him was better than anything he could have dreamed up. His stunning girlfriend sprawled on the bed, knees bent and legs spread open, as you laid back on your elbows. Red lace clung to your curves, cupping your breasts and pushing them up, crisscrossing down your torso to end in crotch less panties. The fairy lights hung up around the room reflected on your glistening folds. You looked like a gift wrapped up just for him.
“Did Christmas come early this year?” Raphael murmured, already pulling at his gear and clothes.
Your lips curled into a sultry smile, “Just wanted to cheer up my favorite guy.”
“Oh, it’s working. It’s definitely working.”
The bed creaked as he leaned across it. Grasping your calves, he suddenly yanked you down to the end of the bed, and got down on his knees. He wasted no time throwing your legs over his shoulders and shell. He kissed his way up your inner thigh, before nuzzling your clit with his snout. He breathed in deeply of your unique scent, letting his lips brush against your soaked entrance. You shivered at the delicate touch delivered by your big, brawny beast. Spreading your labia with his large thumbs, he pressed the tip of his tongue to your clit and swirled. Your hips jumped involuntarily. He huffed a hot breath across your mound, then his lengthy tongue began to lick slow and languidly. You were so used to the primal way he normally devoured you, this….sweet gentleness was melting your heart along with your body. Peering at his contented expression as he savored every drop of your essence, you couldn’t help your soft moans. You had invited him over to ease his stress and frustration, yet here he was, worshipping you.
“Raphie, love, I’m supposed to be taking care of you. Not the other way around,” you giggled.
“Ya gave yerself to me, all pretty in lace. Wearin’ my color,” his green eyes regarded you seriously, “laid out like a feast.”
He smacked his lips.
“I couldn’t ask for a betta gift.”
With that, he slid deep into your depths, tongue curling to rub against your g-spot. Talking was no longer an option as peals of pleasure sounded from your throat. Raph took his time, bringing you to the edge of the precipice, never quite letting you tip over. You found yourself begging for release, and with a wicked grin, he finally acquiesced. As you lay back, thighs still trembling, you realized this was what he needed from you. To be in charge of your pleasure, to have your acceptance and complete surrender.
Raph stood at the foot of the bed, holding your ankles up by his broad shoulders, and pushing his bobbing cock to your dripping pussy. In one push, he sunk all the way. He took a moment to savor the way your core stretched around his wide girth before starting a staccato rhythm. You had never looked more beautiful to him than you did right then, face contorted with pleasure, soft little high pitched mewls falling from your open mouth. He turned and kissed your calf as churrs rumbled from his chest, one after another. As his release approached, he pushed your legs together, pushing them towards your chest. At this angle, he could hit your g-spot again, repeatedly, while you felt even tighter around his length. The room was filled with the sounds of your lovemaking, moans and groans, skin slapping on wet skin, and those churrs-oh, how they vibrated!
Catching Raph’s stare, you managed to whimper, “I love you, Raphie, I love you so much.”
A churr so deep, it could have been a roll of thunder, rumbled from his barreled chest. You could feel the tremors from it deep within your core. As his strokes became more erratic, you pressed your head back into the mattress, cumming with his name a wail upon your lips. Raph growled at how your walls clenched rhythmically around him. It was too much stimulation for him to hold back.
He grit his teeth and spoke, punctuating his words with each hard thrust, “Don’t know..what I did..ta deserve ya….but…fffuuuuck…”
Hot jets of his seed filled you, as he strained to empty himself completely. He panted above you, letting your legs down to wrap around his hips as he leaned over you. He held himself up on his elbows, cradling your head in his hands as he stared deeply into your eyes.
“When everything seems ta be going wrong in my life, yer the one thing that’s always right,” he murmured, “I love ya more than ya know, baby.”
Minutes were spent wrapped in one another’s arms with long, languid kisses. Until Raph’s cock began to harden again. His grin this time was wholly wicked as he promised such dirty things in your ear. He had all night with you, and had every intention on making it count.
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