Donatello's Love (Donnie X Reader One Shots)

Favorite Feature

Your eyes.
 
Your hair.
 
Your smile.
 
Your laugh.
 
There were so many things Donatello loved about you. Not only your lovable persona, but simply the way you carried yourself every day. Every single physical feature and prominent characteristic about you just made the purple banded turtle feel as though he was on the verge of pouncing you every second of every day.
 
However, there was one specific part of you that even the gentlemanly young mutant would sneak a glance at when you had your head turned.
 
Your legs.
 
The graceful and sexy limbs of which could hypnotize Don in a fraction of a second. He felt prideful that he had full permission access to them as well. Back when the two of you weren’t an item, just watching you prance about the lair, or join the brothers on their nightly patrols drove Don absolutely mad. He felt this unquenchable thirst – desire, if you will – to find out what your legs really felt like.
 
Sometimes when you would join him in his lab to tinker with his latest invention, he would silently admire out you sat upon one of the metal tables in the room and prop your legs up on a nearby stool. Once and a while you would catch how flushed he looked when you took notice of how his gaze would linger on your outstretched legs.
 
It was flattering, all in all, and it was fun to tease him at times.
 
When the weather was still warm you would visit the brothers as often as possible in shorts or form-fitting leggings. Taking in the mutant’s reaction upon arrival to their home made you want to laugh aloud. It wasn’t the most honorable approach to catch your love interests attention, but definitely the most entertaining.
 
Back to present day, when you and Donatello are doing... couple things... You take easy notice of how much he takes the chance to feel up your legs. His large callous hands would gently caress up from your calves at a slow pace, linger in circles at your thighs, then travel the rest of the way to your hips. It was always that same pattern.
 
And you loved it.
 
You and Donatello were in his lab; you sat on one of his metal working tables with your legs propped up on one of the lab stools while Don stood by your side working on the table you sat on. It became humid in the lair since Master Splinter had to crank the thermostat for the brothers to stay warm. The lair had always become brisk this time of year.
 
You showed up not too long ago and switched into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt in order to stay without sweating half to death.
 
You were busying yourself with the book you held in your lap, one of your ankles swaying back and forth nonchalantly. Every once and a while you would gawk up from your page and catch Donnie’s eyes on your figure, before he tore his gaze away. You quirk an eyebrow, slowly pivoting your head back down to your novel.
 
There was a few more moments of silence, before you quickly whipped your head toward Donnie. You caught a good glimpse of his eyes glued to your stature before a light pink dusted his cheeks and he returned his attention to his work.
 
You roll your eyes with a faint, amused grin, dragging your legs off the stool and crossing one over the other as they dangled. “Okay,” You finally speak, causing Donnie to cast his gaze in your direction. “Why do you keep staring at me like that?”
 
The purple clad mutant’s eyes widened to the point you could swear his eyeballs were about to jump from their sockets. His lips gaped, a dramatic red blush consuming his facial features.
 
“I-I just... Well... I w-wasn’t-”
 
“Yes you were.” You quickly butt in, pulling your legs up onto the table and sitting cross legged, closing your book and putting it aside. “Ever since I showed up here I keep catching you staring at me. What’s going on?”
 
Don stared in awed silence, quickly breaking eye contact and clearing his throat. He huffed curtly, rubbing the back of his neck. You stared with expectancy as he slowly pivoted his head back up in your direction; his expression much more serious by this point.
 
“Alright,” He says huskily, setting down his tools and removing the goggles that hung around his neck. “You want to know why I keep staring?”
 
Despite his newly discovered confident stature, you could easily make out the blush that crept up onto his cheeks. You watched with befuddlement as the bo wielder walked over, gripping your calfs in order to undo your cross legged position. Your eyes widened once he spread your knees apart to stand between your legs, his hands resting on your thighs.
 
Your breath hitched at his effrontery actions, then locking an intense gaze with him. You felt your mouth begin to go dry as his irises studied over your astonished facial features. You bite down on your lip, watching him intently as he began to lean forward.
 
However, his lips never met yours. Instead he took a detour toward your ear. Shivers darted through your body at the simple grumble of his voice nibbling on your ear.
 
“Watashi wa anata no gōjasuna bodi no sugata o kyatchi shiyou to shinainara, watashi wa anata kara watashi no te o iji dekinai baai ga arimasu.” He said. You gulped at his foreign words, feeling heat rise in your chest.
 
His large callous hands began creeping gently up your thighs, and you had to bite down on your lip in order to avoid a moan.
 
“Wh-What...” You finally begin to rasp. “What does that mean?”
 
Donnie slowly pulled away from your ear, the end of his snout grazing your nose whilst his eyes longingly studied your own. His gaze cast down to your lips, then locked back in contact with your irises as he began to softly speak.
 
“If I do not try to catch sight of your gorgeous body, I may not be able to keep my hands off of you.”
 
Unable to withstand the sexual tension any longer, you grip either side of his head and dive in to capture his lips with your own. The kiss was immediately heated. His hands shamelessly wandered the heavenly soft caress of your thighs, the tip of his large green index finger fiddling with the hem of your shorts.
 
You tilted your head to the side in order to deepen the kiss. Once Donatello caught your notion, he aided you in doing so by removing one of his hands from your legs to grasp the back of your neck.
 
His warm, wet tongue gently stroked along your bottom lip. You quickly obliged entrance, basking in every moment his tongue explored the cavern that is your mouth. Gentle and timid moans with exchanged while you were nearly completely laid down flat on the table. After moments of the passionate embrace, you finally pulled back in order to receive some air.
 
You both panted against one another from the intensity of the kiss; it was as though he’d been restraining himself up until this point. As his hot breath left a tingling sensation on your lips, his voice spoke up with a slight crack, of which you silently adored.
 
“(Y/N)...” He said. You softly moan in notion response. “I-I don’t mean to... sound weird, but...” He trailed. You quirk an eyebrow, studying his features whilst his eyes remained closed. “Could you wear shorts around the lair more often?”
 
You giggle softly in response, the melodic laughter bringing an even wider grin to the mutant’s face as he dived in for another kiss.