Five (5) (+18 NSFW)

Five (5) (+18 Reader fic)

Shit happens.

Amazing, aggravating, agonizing shit.

You weren't sure how you'll be able to survive what's to come, but

God help you, you were going to enjoy every waking moment of it.

"Are you ready?" Leonardo asks, standing behind you as you sat, tense, in your chair.

You gripped the armrests hard; your knuckles were pale from the pressure, but you answered nonetheless. "Yes."

Letting a sigh escape you, you felt the soft fabric of the blindfold brush over your eyes, before it was tied taught by the leader in blue.

Music–deep, slow, sexy music began to play in the background. No doubt one of Mikey's mixes.

Your other senses began to heighten, as the suspense ate at your heart.

Gentle hands–Leo–found their way around your shoulders, pushing aside the fabrics of your blouse & pressing deep into the muscle, slowly massaging the bare skin there.

You visibly relaxed, tilting your head back as a soft sigh left your lips.

Another pair of hands–coarser, scarred, Raph–came to pin your wrists to the armrest.

You whimper, feeling his teeth sink into the cleft of your neck & leave you a long, presumably red love bite. His baritone growl reverberating through you as you squirmed.

Leo's hands left the area of your shoulders, sinking down to meticulously pop open the buttons of your blouse, one-by-one. His hands felt the outside of your breasts, still covered by your bras, & gave a fulfilling squeeze.

Raph was still happily leaving marks alongside your neck & shoulders, his hold on you unrelenting. You tried to lean towards him; to capture his lips for a heated kiss, but another presence kept you at bay.

A third pair of hands were inching up from your knees and crawling close towards your thighs.

The tights you wore did little to defer the third mutant, as he merrily squeezed, groped, and adored your lower half to his heart's content.

Mikey? Or Don?

"Sit up, sweetheart." Raph murmured, releasing his hold on you while the hands massaging your thighs came to a stand still.

You did as he asked, sitting up straighter while Leo's guiding hand nudges you forward, making you lean in.

With deft hands, your blouse was pulled off, slipping away from your wrists and possibly tossed aside. Your bra straps were loosened, and your cups yanked down–Raph–leaving your breasts exposed.

Your hands instinctively flew up to cover yourself, but Raph was all too quick in pinning your wrists back down.

Pert nipples were enveloped by warm hands, giving a firm, imposing squeeze that had you squirming in your seat. You felt Leo's lips on the other side of your neck, as he left butterfly kisses and a few hickies.

The mystery mutant lying at your feet resumed his activities, choosing to go further by slowly pulling down your tights alongside your panties. Your legs tried shutting themselves, the ache between them too much to bear, but they were kept open by the mutant.

"You're looking really good, Y/N." Raphael says, nipping at your shoulders. "Can't wait to fuck you senseless."

Leo's ministrations on your breasts only seemed to reflect on Raph's intentions; tweaking, flicking, and pinching the sensitive peaks much to your pleasure.