#tagging content as mature so i dont get flagged OHSDOHSOIDH

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title : untitled.  rating : 18+ only, using the tag “mature” from here on out to avoid getting flagged by this hellsite.  context: donnie... but he smells how wet u are for him, and nobody does anything because y/n and him are both cowards and so they both blue ball each other 

you had been watching in the distance as donnie trained in the dojo, it was rare to find him anywhere other than the lab - but it seems even he craved the change up from being hunched over a computer screen, seeing him somewhere other than that setting was refreshing to everyone, really. you took your time to absolutely drink in the display that was blessed before your eyes, sight trained on him and refusing to leave his form, almost as if glancing away would cause you to miss the biggest event of the year. as if donatello knew your focus was on him, his shoulders tensed when lifting up the weight he had prepared for himself, your tongue poking out of lips at the slight sheen along skin that seemed to highlight his arms, sweat trailing down in a slow leisure that felt like it was personally meant to taunt you. it caused a hitch in the back of throat, cheeks already red from what was happening, it was an accidental sinful show, and oh weren’t they just the best ? 

you had known the turtles for the same amount of time april has. it was a case of being dragged along for the ride : being best friends and room mates with a reporter certainly made for some adventures, which is exactly what you were craving at the time she began ranting about them. in that time, unique bonds have been made, yet donatello’s was certainly the odd one out. fondness turned into attraction, attraction has turned into an embarrassing crush that made you gawk at the guy from across the room : it felt like school again, and it was certainly not something missed. 

imagination took hold of you from there, imagining all the dirty and wonderful things you wanted the purple turtle to do to you. oh how you craved to be thrown over a desk - or... oh, riding him in his chair in the lab - that was a favorite, donnie teasingly tracing form and kissing down neck, cupping tits with those big hands enough to make back arch and a mewl escape bruised, heavily kissed lips, but having to have a hand placed over mouth in an attempt to quiet them down, because “sweetheart, we didn’t lock the door, anyone could walk in ~”  but it would be so hard to stay quiet with how beautifully his cock stretches you out. on cue, donnie let out a small grunt as the weight was dropped on the floor. it caused your core to clench around nothing - having to bite lip at the whimper that threatened to spill from lips. this was torture, but whose fault is it, really ?

unbeknownst to you, that grunt wasn’t at the weights, it was at you. donnie was mostly in own world too, highly focused on training and trying to focus on getting stronger - but the work out session is cut short by the sweet smell that hangs in the air, it’s heavy and it’s enough to make him drool. body twitched in the direction it seemed to be, only being greeted by an innocent looking you that was merely day dreaming... but you can’t hide, not from his sense of smell, what was it ? what was causing his body to pay attention to you, what was it that made his chest puff out and breathing hitch ? it took a moment, only a moment, especially with that subconscious little shuffle you made in chair... oh, oh my. 

you were turned on, he could smell how wet you were, can imagine it. has many times before, but this was different. he couldn’t pin point what exactly resulted in you smelling so sweet, but it was certainly addicting - to busy self, he picked up the water bottle and took a drink from it, trying to focus mind, trying to think rationally instead of with his twitching dick. eye trained locked on you, though your eyes remained hazed - pupils were dilated, then his sight couldn’t help but peak at your legs under the table, the way thighs squeezed together... do you need help, darling ? was the first thought, but words are caught in throat, trying to hold back such familiarity. it would be too embarrassing having to deal with this, you could be thinking about anyone ! so it’s time to put his experiment hat on... he had to know, he had to. for his own sanity. 

so the weights are back in focus, not too much, hearing was all on you. his hands wrapped around the weight once more, taking a moment to calm self down before continuing - lifting up the metal with a grunt that came from core, though it was less at the weights and more at the smell in the air, and oh... the smell got more intense, it covered the room and it was both suffocating and not enough all at once. he prayed you couldn’t see his semi erect cock, twitching under shorts and simply begging for your attention. 

“ (y/n), we gotta head out, dinner is in two hours ! “ aprils voice rang through the cave, causing your eyes to move away from donnie and into the other room. it took a moment, blinking a few times trying to get mind to come back to reality. then, there was a sigh, trying to act as normal as possible, as if you weren’t just vividly thinking about the turtle in every way possible. 

“okay, coming!” standing up from the chair, your legs feeling at bit weak but somehow you persisted “i’ll see you later, donnie!” trying to sound normal, though it was hard with how airy it seemed to leave lips, a breathless goodbye that sounded like you ran a marathon. you think and hope he doesn’t notice, but he does, and it results in a husky “i’ll speak to you tomorrow” and  the minute you leave, dontello can’t help the needy whine that escapes the back of throat as your smell lingered, but weakened all at once. the weighs dropping on the floor recklessly as he took a few steps forward to follow you, but an invisible wall stops him. his rationality, mostly.

he never thought he’d be addicted to something, but he was now addicted to your smell, and he wanted to smell it more.