idea: maybe reader is touching herself and ofc perv! steve is gonna be a peeping tom and watch her but then he figures out she’s moaning his name and….you can take it from here!
this is one of my favorite tropes !!
perv!steve x reader except steve has no idea that reader is into him.
cw: fem reader , breeding kink, voyeurism, handjob! , bad abrupt ending (i rlly hate writing endings i will never write a good one pls forgive me)
two hours late— steve was two, hours, late, to movie night. it was the third time this week he’d gotten caught up and you were bummed. taking apart the cozy den you’d set up in the living room to go upstairs to bed. by this point it was almost midnight and you figured he just wasn’t coming. he’d called a while ago , saying he’d be there in ten but ten minutes became an hour and you were getting sleepy.
moping your way up the stairs to your room you didn’t even bother locking the front door; small part of you still hoping he might still show up even though all signs pointed to an absent steve. you found yourself laying in bed for a while, unable to fall asleep; your mind far too clouded by the likes of the very person you were missing. steve.
you weren’t upset that he was there, confident that he had a good reason , that he’d make it up to you — but the room felt empty. however, what started as silly little thoughts about missing your best friend soon turned into daunting ones that caused a stir in your hips. images of him flashed through your head. his pretty pink lips, big hairy chest, the sound of your name in his mouth. there were so many things you could fixate on but nothing made you more worked up than the way his jeans fit him.
it was so clear that he had a big cock. you tried to picture it. tried to trace it with your eyes every time he was with you, sometimes you swore you could see the outline of his big fat tip. it was almost enough to make you salivate. wondering what he’d taste like, how it would feel, if you could even fit it in your throat like you so desperately wanted to.
it was about this time that steve pulled up to your house. he knew it was late, and he felt awful but he wanted to see you. needed. to see you. when he pulled into the driveway and saw every light off he contemplated going home but remembered what you said on the phone about leaving it unlocked for him. he couldn’t let you sleep all night with the door unlocked so he decided to check. making his way up to the entrance, twisting the knob for it swing open. welcoming himself inside as per usual.
there were no signs of you still being awake when he roamed about the bottom floor — at least not until he got closer to the stairs. distant muffles came from the second floor. steve could tell it was you, pitiful sounding whimpers echoing through the hall. his heart sank. were you crying? he felt awful. never wanting to make you so upset. he kicked his sneakers off by the door, gripping tightly on the little stuffed bunny he’d brought to you as an im sorry for being so unreasonably late. the further he got up the stairs the louder the noises became.
stopping dead in his tracks on his way to you when he finally got a grip on what was really happening. are you? no. you aren’t. there’s no way you’re doing that. steve felt his cock throb, the noises he thought were coming from a place of upset seemed to be coming from somewhere far different. a good friend would turn around and leave, they’d pretend this didn’t happen to keep from embarrassing you but if we’re being honest — steve has not been a good friend lately.
he crept up to your slightly parted door, careful to avoid the side of the floor that creaked so that he didn’t disturb your filthiness. god — he must be fucking dreaming right now, right? the sounds of your pretty moans mixed with the sticky squelch of your seemingly desperate cunt sent shockwaves over him. he could hear every bit of it. every plunge of your fingers into your greedy little fuck hole made a sickly sound. if only he could come in and help you fix it. teach you how to do it properly so that you weren’t struggling to much to find the right spot.
the crack in your door was small but not too small that he couldn’t see you. fuck, you are beautiful. laying there with your legs apart desperately humping your fingers while the other toyed with your puffy little nipples.
steve settled himself in the shadows of the hallway, pressing the little stuffed rabbit against his crotch. his hips rolling lazily against the soft plush to relieve some of the ache. there was a voice in the back of his head reminding him that this was wrong. that is was disgusting to invade your privacy like this but he could not help himself. he’d gotten this far. you weren’t gonna know so it was fine.
he told himself he was just gonna watch, gonna let you finish then he’d pretend he just got there and act like he missed the whole event. that plan seeming to falter when you started to mutter sentences. he could feel himself leaking through his jeans onto the toy, the tip of his cock desperate for some sort of reprieve. steve chewed mercilessly on his bottom lip, doing his best to not make a sound when he stuffed a hand down the front of his pants. smearing the dampness around the swollen end, his thumb brushing only slightly over the slit. every part of his body craved yours. every bit of respect he had for your privacy had been lost.
your body began to tense up, mouth spewing a string of words. “fuck! oh my god fuck me. please—.. please stevie.”
your orgasm built, eyes screwing shut, thighs clamping down around your wrist. the climax crashing against you like a wave and his name fell from your lips with ease. like it was something you said all the time. unbeknownst to steve, it was.
poor steve didn’t realize that he was no longer being quiet. the groans he was stifling before now much louder. he was blind to the fact that he wasn’t watching you from a soundproof box. his name in your mouth almost making him spill cum all over the gift he wanted so badly to bestow upon you.
it took a minute for you to hear him. when you did you gasped, bringing the blanket up to cover the mess that’d dripped all over the place just seconds prior.
“w-who’s there?” your voice weary, heart thudding in your chest. no one was suppose to be home it was just suppose to be you.
the breathy grunts from outside the door came to a quick stop. familiar voice whispering a ‘shit, shit , shit’ at the notion of being caught peeping. you could hear him scuffle around, the sound of his zipper yanking up made your stomach churn.
“steve?” you called out again, unable to get up from the bed without risking him seeing your bare bottom half. “is that you?“
what on earth is he doing? … did he hear all that?
steve scrambled for a second longer, using his hand to wipe his worried look away before nudging the door open. pretty pink bunny in front of his crotch.
he offered a wary smile, free hand giving you an awkward salute. “uh.. hey, you said , said the door was unlocked i just wanted to check on you. sorry to scare you.”
he did his best to remain nonchalant despite his face being bright red. the little pink toy not doing a very good job at covering the half zipped pants, his swollen cock begging to be set free from the restraints of the denim.
you knew he’d seen you in the compromised position. something about that made you ache. there were so many nights you invited him over hoping he’d stumble in to catch you in such an unladylike position. hoping he’d do something to help take care of the mess between your legs that he caused.
“ ‘s okay… is that for me?” you questioned, eyes scanning over the bunny, and the stretched fabric behind it.
steve nodded stiffly, walking over to hand it to you. he was trying his best not to look down at the part of you that was now covered in the duvet. he knew it was bare under there. slick and swollen too. he could smell it when he walked into the room, the scent of your sex making his stomach burn.
you took the plushy from him, giving it a tight squeeze— nuzzling your face against where he was just using to relieve himself. the faint smell of his musk still lingering on the synthetic fur. you rubbing your face on the toy made him cough, choking on his spit.
“just wanted to drop this off.. i’ll let you get to bed since it’s late.” he felt bad for bolting but truthfully he couldn’t stand to be in there much longer. his cock reaching a point of painfully solid and he needed to get a handle on it.
“no!” you pouted, pulling on his wrist to make him sit next to you. your confidence wavering. “can’t you spend the night? i missed you .. a lot”
steve couldn’t say no to you, especially when you were looking up at him with those big googly eyes. he only nodded, knowing that if he spoke he might choke on his words again. sat next to you, he could hear the wetness between your thighs when you squirmed around beside him.
jeez— he was so clueless
deciding to take a leap of faith, you attempted to mess with him. hand coming up to rest on his thigh, dangerously close to the throbbing area just above it. you could hear the breath leave him, giggling at the way his whole body tensed up under such a light touch.
attempting to egg him on, you snuggled in by his side. your index and thumb grabbing at the half open zipper, tugging it only slightly. “stevie .. your fly’s down.”
he swallowed thickly, hand coming down to grab at your wrist. his brown eyes darkening just a bit. “don’t do that.”
“do what?” you questioned, wriggling out of his hold to continue yanking on the zipper , pulling it farther down. “this?”
he couldn’t reply back, settling for cutting his eyes at you. if he opened his mouth he wasn’t sure what would come out and even now, steve was trying to remind himself that he was a good boy. that he can’t cross these boundaries with his best friend. it’s not right. though you and him both knew that was now in the past.
“were you watching me.. y’know?” you questioned, eyes flickering down to your legs, thighs squeezing together. the question making his face go red. you knew he felt guilty, but the undeniable twitch of his cock gave you all the answer you needed.
now that the zipper was all the way down, you moved up to the button, fumbling with it. “it’s always you that i think about , when i’m doing that.. do you ever think about me too?”
he dropped his head back against the headboard, scooting down to give you easier access to the button that held his pants closed. glossy eyes fluttering shut, giving you a shameful nod. “all the time.”
you popped the button open, moving from beneath the blanket to sit on your knees beside his outstretched legs. his gaze still stuck on the ceiling, partly in disbelief that this was actually happening for him. you grabbed at the sides of his jeans, yanking them down his big hairy thighs, underwear with it. his cock sprang out, bright red tip smacking against his stomach pulling a hiss from him. the sheer size making your mouth drop open. you knew it was big, but not that big.
once the pants were down far enough you climbed over into his lap, one thigh on either side of his muscular ones. “look at me.” you huff, hands resting on his lower stomach waiting to him to stop being so tense.
doing as he was told his eyes met yours, slowly scanning over the rest of you. big warm hands slipping under the sheer little nightie you wore to smooth over your soft skin. “ fuck— you’re gorgeous.”
your back arched into his touch, his softness nearly making you shy away. though your eagerness seemed to take precedence, both hands moving down to grab his cock. you ducked down, spitting on the sensitive red tip, one hand making short shallow pumps at the base while the other spread the wetness around the tip. the sudden contact to his leaky tip making him whimper. the pathetic sound pushing a smile onto your lips.
leaning forward you pressed your forehead against his, your hands making uncomfortably slow strokes of his cock. the closeness of it all made you shiver.
“tell me what you think about when you’re doin’ this to yourself.” your question mixed with the movements of your hands made him moan out, hips rocking up against your touch.
“think about..” he spoke slowly, breathing unsteadily. he was doing his best not to cum right then and there— big hands holding your hips tightly. “think about that pretty pussy of yours.”
his words managed their way out, his head falling against your shoulder. he was coming undone snd you’d only just begin with him. he just couldn’t fucking believe you were doing this.
“what about it?” you asked, kissing a line from his ear to his neck. when he didn’t respond you reached a hand below his cock, giving his fuzzy balls a rough squeeze.
he buried his face in the curve of your neck, whimpering pitifully in response. “think about .. about bending you over the bed and fuck— fucking you raw.”
you hadn’t expected him to succumb to you so easily, but something about the way he was falling apart beneath you was beyond satisfying. your strokes began to pick up. lips, tongue, and teeth working against the tan skin of his neck. the combination of things pulling the most amusing sounds from him.
“raw? you wanna fuck me full of you cum?” the tone of your voice was condescending, almost mocking.
he babbled a quiet string of “yes, god, yes. please,” into your skin.
“bet you wanna fuck a baby into me don’t you? fuck me full of cum.. breed me to your liking,” you prodded him with those words, knowing it was something he loved. you found that out the day you went snooping and found his porn. every one of them revolving around a woman getting creampied
you could feel steve slowly working his way to his end. his heavy cum filled balls starting to swell up and tighten in your grasp but you kept a steady pace, wanting to keep him as docile as possible for as long as possible. soon he was taking matters into his own hands, desperately fucking upwards into your sticky wet palm. he was babbling, practically drooling into your skin, begging at this point to let him fuck you full of his cum but you weren’t quite ready to give that to him yet. rather enjoying milking this sort of response out of himself.
“um gonna—“ he breathed out, but before he could finish his sentence his cum was spurting out. it sputtered out of him and all over your hands. there was so much that spilled out of him it nearly took you by surprise. you kept your hand there, allowing him to fuck the opening for as long as he needed in order to come down from the mess of his orgasm.
after some time he’d calmed down — leaning back against your headboard, utterly fucked out from just a simple handjob. it was incredible. he watched you through lidded eyes; muttering a fuck under his breath at the sight of you licking his cum off your hands, not missing a single drop.
you finished cleaning him off you before scooting up to sit on his lower stomach, kissing his lips that had been bitten almost bloody. he held you closely, as if he couldn’t bear to have any space between you from this point on.
“you know, you should really close the door if you’re gonna masturbate.” he quipped, offering you a lopsided grin.
you gasped playfully, using two fingers to poke at his chest adding emphasis to certain words. “and you, should stop creeping around in girl’s houses late at night.”
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Hi! Could I request Donnie x gn reader (or female, whatever is more comfortable with you)
Okay so- it was normal day in the lair and Donnie just ran into common room to rumble about his newest invention/project.
After a couple of minutes he noticed that noone was listening to him, everyone ignored his monologue. He went quiet but as soon as he did so, he Heard "will you continue or..?" It was ofc reader. They were so interested and amazed by his imagination that they couldn’t stop listening to him!
After awhile, when he was done with his speech, reader and April had to go, bc you know, school and stuff. BUT before they did, reader remembered something, they came up to Donnie and gave him some materials he said he needed the previous week "OH! I almost forgot! You were rumbling about missing parts to your projects, and how you didn’t have luck nor time to find and get them, so i just thought im gonna get them for you…here!” And donnie just stares at reader with this shining eyes and slight blush
Hope it’s okay <333
Crush
Donnie x gn!reader
Warnings: fluff, slight angst (purely Donnie's feelings nothing bad!), siblings suck, kinda short
A/N: Yes! Cute! Need!
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Donnie was used to being ignored. Truly he was. Still he would often talk about what he was working on to possibly find a solution to an issue, even if no one was listening.
So here he sat, in the living room with everyone else, yapping away about all the modifications he made on the Turtle Tank. Everyone else was doing something. Leo was reading a comic, Mikey was drawing, Splinter was watching tv, while Raph, April, and Casey all played a game. Donnie was tired of no one paying attention so he just stopped talking. No one moved.
"Are you gonna keep going?" He hears you ask. He turned to his right, seeing you sitting on the chair next to the couch. Donnie didn't even remember you coming in. He smiled slightly and continued his rambling, directing it at just you now. Of course he was making it sound so much cooler than it was... This is Donnie after all.
After a few hours of talking about his inventions, April tapped you and said it was time to go. Donnie was a little disappointed, he was finally excited to talk about an invention. He deflated a little, watching you leave. But suddenly you come running back in.
"Oh! Um... You mentioned last week that you were having trouble finding some parts and..." Donnie watched as you opened your back pack and handed him a few of the parts he'd been searching for. "I... I had some extra time and found them for you."
Donnie's cheeks heated up as he watched you run off. He was blushing? Impossible, Donnie doesn't blush. Still the fact that you went out of your way to find the parts he couldn't get his hands on made his heart race a bit.
"Ooooo! Donnie has a crush!" He heard Leo and Mikey laugh and nudge him as they walk by.
Crush? Donnie? Please, that's simply imaginary. Donnie doesn't do crushes.
"And someone's got a crush on Donnie." Raph chuckles, patting Donnie's back as he makes his way to his room.
A crush? You have a crush on Donnie? Why would anyone have a crush on Donnie? Now that's a tall tale, much like dragons but not Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster, or Pizzasaurus.
He shakes his head, not wanting to believe it. He stands up and walks to his room, trying to think of other possible solutions. Why would anyone like him? He's a freak. Not even his brothers like listening to his ramblings.
Then Donnie comes to the same conclusion as Mikey and Leo. He has a crush on you, but that doesn't explain your actions towards him... No. He still doesn't believe it.
He refuses.
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