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To truly comprehend where this incisive desire came from is quite hard to do so. Because there isn’t a moment in time Donatello can pin point it. If anything it sort of manifest one evening while talking to you (or so he likes to tell himself).
For the most part he just does it.
You see, you had been lamenting about an outfit you needed for a work event. There had been a beautiful knitted sweater you wanted, hand crafted and costly. New boots to go with it that also reached the triple digits and a heavy replenishing of many of your makeup products. A paycheck could’ve easily been dumped on it but naturally that was too irresponsible on your end.
So as you pouted and eliminated the items from the online cart, Donnie had simply taken it upon himself to buy the aforementioned products. Sure it had been a pretty penny but Donatello was anything if due diligent with the money he made.
To better put it, he had it, he could spend it, all would still be well. Groceries would still come in.
If he had to make a cliff note of what exactly made him stir a little more than the usual, it had to be your excited squeals.
When the package had arrived at your doorstep with an added note in which he had stated he got you a little something something you had video called him clutching the goodies. He felt a pleasant somersault in his stomach as you thanked him profusely and announced that he should remain on the call so you could model the outfit for him.
That had to be it, right?
It must’ve been as you undressed, tossing your clothes off camera and putting on an outfit he had gotten just for you.
Maybe both those things?
Either way, he had been hard the entire video call.
Ever the man of science he was, questions like this required a bit more research. So on his own he had scoured the internet for yet another outfit but this one plainly of his own choosing. Donnie had a good eye already for your style, he may have taken a liberty or two on color but nevertheless he had purchased yet another full outfit and mailed it to your apartment.
And much to his surprise this time you didn’t call, you simply showed up at the lair in your new outfit.
Now that…
That had really done something in his body. Made one too many of those good chemicals boil. So it hadn’t been too out of character when he had locked the lab and had bent you over his desk.
Over time it started to become a habit. You had glanced at your nails, mentioned how they needed a manicure desperately. Donnie had wasted no time, he sent the cash threw Venmo to you, threw in an extra hundred for the pedicure and facial. You had asked if that was alright, the gift giving hadn’t gone unnoticed but this was too much money. He had insisted with a smile, as for a compromise you asked him to pick out the color at the very least.
And that had made him feel that familiar tickling in the pit of his stomach. He had asked for a pretty dark purple.
In a matter of months your closet had been rebranded, the old articles had been donated, and in came the majority of outfits Don had bought for you. Low on your night routine products, he had set up an Amazon subscription to replenish it monthly. Wanted to treat yourself to a nice lunch on the good side of town? The cash was sent before your stomach could grumble.
Donnie found something he wanted to see you in and then promptly take it off with his teeth? Picked, bought, sent, ready to wear.
You couldn’t contain your grin one day whilst chatting with April about some pretty dress pants you saw at some bougie store. Donnie had been pouring himself a cup of coffee when he overheard. Mug to his lips and a hand down his pocket he had walked over, honest to god pulled several hundred dollar bills and handed it over to you.
Between his smile and April’s raised brow, you had to stifle a giggle.
It wasn’t to say that it was odd, most partners would want to treat their significant other to whatever materialistic desire they might have. The sort of odd specificity of it all that Donnie want some human man with some CEO entry level job. Nevertheless Donnie did make good bank with whatever he remotely did and was quite smart with his finances.
He could splurge when it came to you.
And he quickly found out that he actively enjoyed spending on whatever your heart desired.
As Halloween approached you wondered what might be delivered onto you. Donnie had been investigating with some subtle questions on what you’d enjoy trying out as a costume. The subject had landed on your love for the villain Shego from Kim Possible. You’d mentioned how you’d never had the guts to try out, it was a skin tight suit and your nerves always won over.
The proverbial lightbulb had lit up in Donnie’s brain. Some investigating and hastily pricey purchase later, the replica costume had been delivered.
Donnie tracked the package as if he were tracking any bad guy. He wanted it to arrive on Halloween and he had already planned an entire evening just the two of you.
How things had escalated this much was still beyond you. How this had unlocked something hidden beneath the surface for the both of you wasn’t too beyond thought.
You were observing yourself in front of your bathroom in full costume. You had gone so far as to fluff up your locks to add a little extra, make up was done just exactly. By all means you looked just like your precious Shego.
But damn was this costume skin tight. Each curve accentuated leading to your mind to make you self conscious once more. This was the usual hurdle you could never pass by whenever you had contemplated getting the costume for past Halloween nights.
Donnie’s voice slipped into your quiet breakdown.
“Are you alright?” He had a knocking smile as he spoke whilst leaning against the door. The image of you in skin tight spandex had been distracting him for days. He did also know your self conscious mind set would kick in but he wasn’t about to let that win.
“I look silly” You called from the door, the echo in your bathroom highlight the slight tremble of your words.
“Impossible, you only look silly in the morning” That jerk, he was right though. Your hair had a mind of its own whenever you woke up from a deep slumber.
“I’d like to see you” He spoke again, voice unwavering even thought his pulse was betraying it.
As the doorknob moved and the lock was clicked off, Donnie felt his throat go as dry as sandpaper. You opened the door tentatively, your body the picture of nerves but adorned in an outfit that had simply left him lost for words. He hadn’t expected the hair and make up, truthfully he’d forgotten that in his usual instructions note.
Donnie looked, he allowed his eyes to take it all in and some memory of him seeing that show when he was young all those years ago and crushing over Shego just went off in his brain.
“I look silly don’t I? This is stu-“ Your words were muffled by lips and your body being pushed up against the very bathroom door you had exited not even a few handful of minutes ago. The momentum of his movements had found you being lifted by your thighs. It was a messy kiss, the kind of ones where it hurt so good to feel so wanted. There was a whimper when those large hands of his gripped your rear just to further press himself closer to you. With that very momentum he backed up with you and walked thee few steps to the bed. Somewhere between a nip to your lower lip and a gutural Froilán escaping him you felt fabric tear. Donnie fingers dug into your rear, stretched the sides of the material and it gave way with a pleasant sound.
You were lucky he had a hold of you because your knees felt severely checked out by that.
With that very energy he placed you on the bed, gripped your waist and flipped you onto your stomach.
He buried his face, felt how ridiculously wet you were and almost lost it. You wanted to find words, wanted something coherent to seductively throw back at him but the jittering mumble of moans was all that tumbled out. Donnie was possessed for lack of a better term, pure instinct taking over as he licked and ate with earnest. He could stay there for days if he could, if you let him.
The last final stripe he licked made your toes curl and your eyes twitch. He pushed you upwards, further to the middle of the bed. The creak of the bed alerting you he too was now fully on it.
“You. Look. So. Fucking. Beautiful.” You heard each word punctuated by something being taken off, the straps of his suspenders, the buckle of his belt, the slide of a zipper. When your lustful fog cleared enough for you to throw a glance over your shoulder, it must’ve done something to him. Because those pupils were blown, his hands clutched your hips and pressed you against himself.
You felt the stiff hard outline of his cock, it rubbed just so against your wet folds and the anticipation alone made your arms buckle. “Fuck, Don-please” Finally words, you felt proud.
“I’m going to” He grunted, rubbing your wetness along his cock.
That first breach never seized to leave you gasping. The stretch too palpable, the ache that hit that slowly subsided to pleasure. The familiar song and dance of these things. “God, you’re so tight and hot” He could almost don from it, the overwhelming notion that all this was brought on by him, that he could rile you up and possess every inch of your skin.
The arch of your spine, the way your finger dug into the sheets, the green of the costume.
The smeared make up, the black lipstick smudged.
Donnie wrapped an arm around your waist and lifted you against his plastron. Soon enough you felt another tear to the costume, right at your chest, exposing his other favorite spot of yours. His hands greedily cupped just as he thrusted.
A hand rubbed at your chest whilst the other slipped into the tear of the suit to find your swollen neglected clit. The circles he drew there had your thighs shaking and lips parting to moan.
“Don’t s-stop! There-there-there!” You shouted just as he found the right rhythm with his hips and fingers.
And who was he to deny you this? Every the giving one, he simply had to commit to pushing you off that precipice.
So he did, so much so, so many times that by the time that you felt like a limp noodle in his arms and you mumbled out your shared safe word you didn’t know what day it was.
When your cheek felt the soft fabric of the sheets you could register Donnie taking himself in hand, frantically fisting until warmth hit the back of your thighs with a low moan.
Then his lips found your neck, the gentle kisses bringing you down back to earth. The sensitivity behind each peck made your heart swell. He maneuvered himself next to you, pushing you against himself as he continued to rub soothing circles on your back. He whispered his usual questions, if you were alright, if he had been too rough. All to which you had lazily shaken your head no to.
“I’m going to clean you up, I’ll be-“ Your hand landed on his cheek, you shook your head no again. “Not yet, stay here” Sleep and exhaustion we’re starting to take over, the slurred connection of your words giving you away. Donnie had to smile as he settled back on the bed, loving even more how you scooted closer to him.
His hand rubbed the exposed skin, the straps and ribbons of torn fabric looked beautiful on you. He wondered if you would agree to something like this again, the possibility of it already making his stomach do flips.
For now though, he had to take care of you.
And admire how beautiful you looked in his arms.