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You don’t remember how you got here.
“You like that, doll?”
“You’re so— so pretty.”
“You can do better than that, dearest.”
“D-Don’t stop— please—!”
It all happened so fast.
It was a Saturday: Lou Jitsu night, and you had just arrived in the lair. You had ordered takeout from Bro’s pizza (Tony Lou? Lou Toney? Or was it Mike?) which consisted of boxes upon boxes of pizza, bread sticks, and a few bottles of soda. They had cheered when you entered: loud, rambunctious, and so very Hamato.
But it wasn’t just the brothers that were present.
April was there, you remember that. So was Cassandra, Casey Junior and Sunita— Mayhem too. Splinter was out doing god knows what, but you know he took the turtle tank with him— much to Donnie’s dismay. Not like the purple terrapin really had a say in the matter, apparently the old rat was gone before he could blink. Draxum was probably in his apartment, avoiding all the young blood, lest he get another headache.
Shortly after your arrival, you all shuffled into the living room. The projector was already set up, and lights were dimmed in advance. The perfect atmosphere for the perfect movie marathon.
Movie number one was full of fizzy drinks, greasy food, and passionate reenactments— lots of barking from Mayhem included. Movie number two had everyone arguing, power-scaling enemies against each other, fuelled by the sugar rush. By movie four, all the excitement had died down, the air replaced with Lou Jitsu’s cheesy one-liners and the soft feeling of family.
You were sitting on the couch by movie number five, and you think you remember Leo cuddling up to you (or were you cuddling up to him…?) tapping your cheeks with an expression that you can only describe as adoration. You recall how smug he was about reaching you first, if Donnie’s stink eye and Mikey’s pout were anything to go by.
Around movie number seven, you were yawning more and more, growing increasingly tired. By this point, April had passed out on the couch with Mayhem snuggled up on her lap. Cassandra was snoring away on the floor next to Casey Junior, who doubled as her pillow of choice, and Sunita was fighting a losing battle with her closing eyelids— you remember that.
You also remember that in that timeframe, the rest of the brothers had made their way over to the couch where you and Leo cosied up.
Mikey, who was previously on the floor next to the mother-son duo, had inched his way to the couch and laid his head on top of your legs, eyes glued to the movie playing on the projector, attention divided between Lou Jitsu and you.
Occasionally, he breathed in your scent, fingers playing with the hem of your shorts, burying his beak into the softness of your thighs. Every once in a while, he’d give your legs a tender kiss; a silent form of worship.
Donnie had shoved his twin’s arms out of the way to cuddle up to you as well, the ensuing argument cut short when you threatened to get up and sleep next to Sunita. Three fingered hands wrapped in purple rested intently on your midriff, as opposed to the annoyed pair in blue, whose hands wrapped around your shoulders, grumbling about having to share. The both of them had glared at each other for a good while, squeezing and pulling you closer in a show of dominance.
Raph had, somehow, without you noticing, managed to get underneath you, apparently having lifted you, Leo, and Donnie up to place you (and only you) on his lap. Warm puffs of air tickled the back of your neck as his big fingers tapped rhythmically against your outer thigh, trying their best to coax you out of your sleepy state.
Keyword: trying to.
Your memory gets… hazy after that. You’re probably around movie nine by now, and there's some shuffling from the corner: a sign someone has woken up. You know that it’s April when you hear her voice mumbling something about going home, to a warm bed and skincare in the morning— an admirable thing to want.
She wakes up the others, kicking Cassandra awake, which causes Casey Junior to stir, disoriented. One firm hold, a half-assed shake and a garbled girl, get up later, Sunita is awoken from dreamland, just as groggy. Mayhem is the only one who continues to sleep, having been picked up and carried in your friend’s arms.
You recall her asking if you wanted to go home too, or, maybe, sleep over at her place, saying something about leaving the guys alone to have some much needed girl time.
There’s a groan, a nooo don’t go, please, stay here with me, with us, and multiple pairs of hands tighten their hold around you, trapping you in a turtle cocoon. You’re not sure how you reacted, but April scoffs at them, grumbling about boys and their possessiveness, before leaving with the others, not even bothering to ask Leo for a portal.
“C’mon, baby, arch your back, that’s it.”
“So tense— shit, relax, querida.”
“Look at me. Suck harder.”
“Please, mommy, faster, faster, faster—”
Right after the others had left, you were starting to lose the ability to stay awake, drifting in and out of consciousness. Your eyelids were growing heavier by the second, and the lovely feeling of being compressed from all sides was nothing short of comforting. You felt crowded, but a good kind of crowded.
You’re on movie ten by now— but you weren’t paying much attention to the plot, the visuals becoming a blend of shapes and colors.
Someone’s talking —probably Leo— and another taps your knee— Mikey. Some silence, then, giggling. You feel Raph’s chest rumble underneath you, soft tremors that lull you deeper into sleep, and puffs of breath tickle your throat. Someone squeezes your arm —Donnie— another blows air into your ear— Leo again.
You had groaned. Told them to stop being so loud. You remember specifically telling them to cut it out, but your mouth is as weighted as your eyelids, and your voice has lost its edge.
Your warnings land on deaf ears, because they continue to coo at you, the soft sounds of love tickling your brain and making your memories even fuzzier.
It stays like this for a while. The quiet buzz of the movie’s dialogue mixes with the faint sound of your combined heartbeats, and for once, it’s peaceful in the lair.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t last.
“Call me a good boy, please—!”
“Needy girl, you want another cock in you?”
“Can feel your mess on me, doll.”
“I wanna mark you, babe. Make you mine.”
Vaguely, you remember hearing Leo and Donnie start to argue— something about which brother you liked more; which twin you ultimately preferred. Mikey is snickering into your thighs, his breath tickling the hairs on your skin. Raph has to stop the fight from turning physical when you start to shift uncomfortably from being squished between two hard plastrons, their pointed chests digging into your skin.
Two hard plastrons.
Hard plastrons.
Hard…
“You want it harder, baby? Y’know I can’t be too rough with ya.”
“Use your tongue— god, yes, good girl.”
“Mi querida, ay, dios mio…”
“God, I’m gonna cum. Please, let me cum, please!”
You’re not sure when their touch changes from something soft to one with intent. You don’t remember exactly when the air around you becomes charged with tension, or when the brothers decide to do something about it.
What you do remember, however, is the sudden barrage of kisses.
They had started off pretty modest. A kiss on your shoulder from Donnie. A peck on the cheek from Raph. Leo buries his face into your neck, and Mikey gives your thigh another loving smooch. It was the type of affection they could show in front of the others without causing April to pretend-gag, or Cassandra to boo. The type of display that made Sunita giggle, and left Casey Junior a bit misty eyed. It was sweet, it started off sweet.
Then, Mikey opens your legs.
Ah, now you remember.
And that’s all it took, really.
Suddenly, kisses turned into more. Leo’s sucking on your collarbone, intent on leaving a hickey for everyone to see in the morning. You moan when Donnie kneads your breast, two large fingers playing with the hardened bud beneath the padding of your bra, pinching, squeezing, pulling.
Below, Mikey licks your inner thigh, leaving a long stripe of saliva that causes you to shiver and him to preen. Raph nibbles on your ear, whispering promises of a reward if you let him— let them have you.
You moan louder.
“Such a good fucking girl, taking my dick so good.”
“You’re so perfect… wanna—want to fill you up, please.”
“Sweetheart— oh, yeah, just like that…”
“You like this, don’t you? Such a naughty girl.”
You aren’t fully awake when they strip you, panting and leaving open mouth kisses with every article of clothing they remove. With practiced precision —almost like they read each other’s minds— each brother works to take your clothes off.
Your shirt is the first to go, the bottom hem lifted by Donnie and removed fully by Leo, who tells you to raise your hands like a good girl, and when you do, he sings your praises, cupping your cheeks all the while. Mikey, eager to please, hooks his fingers onto the elastic of your shorts, pulling them off and whining when the smell of your slick hits his nostrils.
Raph lifts his hands to the clasps of your bra, careful in its removal to not rip it. It’s a simple black bra, the design plain and unassuming, but with the way he moans —a deep sound that’s filled to the brim with desire— you’d think he was holding gold.
Donnie slips his hand down to your panties, two thick fingers tracing the shape of your pussy lips before pulling the fabric down, just enough to expose your already soaking cunt to the cold air of the living room.
The collective groan the others let out the moment your scent enters their nostrils is downright sinful.
You remember how Leo churrs in your ear, calling you pretty, beautiful, gorgeous, all the synonyms in the book. Donnie scoffing at the sight of your ruined panties, already drenched despite the lack of foreplay, so needy, he tells you, his tone mocking, so impatient.
You recall how Mikey licks his lips as he peels your panties off your legs, looking up at you with desperate eyes, asking permission to have you, begging for a taste. Raph rutting into your ass and squeezing your thigh, big hands engulfing the entirety of your leg, telling you that he’s about to drop.
You tried to respond— to tell them how wet you are for them, how desperately you want to be filled by them, how much you love them, but then Donnie pulls your chin up and kisses you, and you’re gone.
“So pretty— my pretty girl, yeah?”
“God, your ass. Fuck, such a greedy thing…”
“More, please, need more, need you.”
“Open your mouth, sweet thing, let me see you.”
Something had prodded at your ass, someone big and wet and hard. You can barely move to take a look at Raph before Leo enters your cunt with a swift hah! that makes you gasp, taken by surprise at the sudden intrusion. His arms circle around your neck, and he giggles breathlessly at the easy entry, trailing kisses along your jawline.
He churrs when you shiver, playfully thrusting into you, going faster as he hears your skin and juices squelch and slap against his own.
Raph is quick to follow his example, but is gentler in his approach. Spreading your ass cheeks with one hand, he holds himself in the other, giving himself a few generous pumps. The tight ring of muscle gives some resistance as he presses his tip to your hole, but a firm push is all he needs to enter fully.
He takes his time, pulling you flush into his plastron, letting you get used to his size. He moans into your hair as Leo continues to fuck your pussy, pushing you further onto the red clad turtle.
You don’t notice Donnie moving until you feel his cock slap your cheek. You look up to see him staring down at you, eyes clouded in lust and a silent command that tells you to open your mouth and suck.
You do just that, taking him whole. Your lips close around the base of his dick, just how he taught you, and he huffs in response, nodding in approval when you take him deeper.
Mikey whines and moves to the spot Donnie previously occupied, drawing your attention to him. He hasn’t dropped yet, clearly waiting for your permission, and, with your mouth still full of Donnie, you give him an approving whimper.
Almost instantly, he drops, holding back a pained gasp when his cock hits your stomach, already throbbing. He scoots a little lower, mumbling something to Leo. The blue clad turtle gives him a knowing look, before moving to make room for his youngest brother.
You can’t stop the squeal that leaves your mouth when Mikey enters your pussy as well.
“T-Tight! So tight—!”
“Hermosa— oh, god, yes, ‘course I’ll give you more.”
“Careful darlin’... squeeze me more and I might cum again…!”
“Take me— f-fuck, fuck yes. Take. Me.”
Leo plunges into your pussy alongside Mikey— fast, messy, but coordinated. When one pulls out, the other pushes in, fully intent on keeping you filled at all times. It’s nothing short of maddening, with the way they fall in sync to stretch your cunt to accommodate the both of them. You can already feel your insides mold to the shape of them.
While Leo has taken it upon himself to whisper dirty things in your ear, from his salacious thoughts to sinful nicknames, Mikey latches himself onto your breast, swirling his tongue around your hardened nipple. It’s not aggressive —not with Mikey, never with Mikey— as he nurses your tit in his mouth, sighing reverently.
Raph pounds into your ass, gripping the meat of your thighs to keep you steady. His nails dig into your skin, not enough to bleed, but it would surely bruise in the morning. Though, you can’t find it in you to care right now: the slight sting being very welcome.
He pants in your other ear, telling you things like you take me so well baby, told you I’d reward ya, and the sounds of him and his praise go straight to your core, the wetness trickling down to your asshole and his dick. Your hands find their way to the couch, gripping onto the cushions like it’s the last thread of sanity you have.
Donnie’s no better, as he ruts into your mouth like a dying man. With one hand, he grips the hair at the base of your scalp, pulling your head up just enough so he can breed your mouth like a pussy. He makes sure the angle in which he holds you is still comfortable, despite his debauchery.
He hisses when your teeth graze his dick, and with a firm tug on your hair, he lets you know exactly what he thinks of that mistake. I taught you better than that, don’t disappoint me, dearest, and you’re never one to disobey orders, especially when it comes from Donnie, so you hollow your cheeks and take him deeper again.
“You’re so beautiful. So good for me.”
“Made to suck my cock, yeah?”
“Love you, momma— god— I love you.”
“Let’s do another round, pretty girl.”
You’re stuck in the middle, each one of them fucking you with abandon. It’s like they barely register each other’s presence, fully consumed in their pleasure and your own. The air is filled with the smell of sex and the sounds of skin on scales, with the old couch creaking in contempt at all your combined weight.
They fuck you like they have a point to prove, like it’s a silent competition between brothers, some childish rivalry that they’ve never truly grown out of— or maybe they’re working in tandem, putting aside their differences and giving their all for you, all for you’re release: to make sure you could cum.
And god damn do you cum.
By now, you must have cum a couple dozen times —if that’s even possible— given that the brothers have been on you at all times, breaks be damned. They barely give you time to breathe, only able to take a few sips of water before whisking you away to spread your legs once more.
They’ve switched positions after every orgasm, the post-nut clarity giving way to new positions that tested your endurance and their stamina. Either way, you’d make damn sure that all the brothers had their turn with your pussy, ass and mouth, and in return, they make sure you’re left trembling and utterly spent.
A Lou Jitsu movie (whichever one you’re on right now— actually, are the movies on loop?) continues to play on the projector, though the audio has long since been muted in favor of more enticing sounds.
You should probably be worried about the others coming back and seeing you in this state. You must look like a mess: hair sticking to your face and cheeks flushed red, chest painted in ropes of white, mouth absolutely drenched in spit, legs trembling from overstimulation, and cum getting fucked into and seeping out of both holes.
April would definitely gag at the sight— less at the “implications” and more so at the very real and still occurring act of sexual intercourse between you and her brothers. The others would definitely react the same, though you suspect Cassandra might actually hit someone.
Those worried thoughts instantly leave your mind the moment Raph sticks a fat digit into your soaking cunt, fucking you with his finger. Leo sings words of encouragement, playing with a strand of your hair, gazing lovingly at the hickey that’s formed on your collarbone. Donnie stands off to the side, stroking his cock as he stares at your face, and Mikey sits behind you, playing with your breasts, all too preoccupied.
It’s hard work dating four mutant turtles— just as hard as it was to remember how you wound up in this situation in the first place.
And it’s even harder to take four cocks at once.
But you’ll manage.