TMNT x Reader Imagines // Book Two.

Caught in the act (Donatello Smut).

Donatello wasn't trying to be dirty...but sometimes a turtle just can't help himself.

Sometimes he couldn't stop his mind from working. Not on an invention or some kind of solution, not on what it was supposed to be focusing on. Sometimes his mind wandered away from chemistry and equations and found itself in dirtier places.

Found itself in you.

Donatello imagined everything, from the softness of your skin (and the sound of it slapping against his), to the smell of your hair (would you let him tug on it? would you?).

He imagined your clothing, the way he would strip it off piece by piece. Slowly, teasing you (and himself). By the time you were naked, bared out just for him, your skin would be fire. And his touch would be sweet relief.

He imagined his lips exploring your body, marking you with sweet kisses like one would mark a newly found land. Beneath him, you would whimper and whisper words meant only for him.

Donatello imagined what they might be...

"Donnie...please!"

"Oh...oh!"

"More, Donnie, more!"

"A-ah! God!"

"Donatello!"

He could practically hear it, your shaking voice filling the room...calling out to him, begging him.

He could practically feel you (your hands on his body, gripping his shoulders), hear you (your voice echoing with pleasure), smell you (your scent filling the room, intoxicating him further), and touch you...the way he was touching himself.

Maybe Donatello's fantasies has gotten the better of him.

Because he had found his hand around his throbbing member, pleasuring himself to just the thought of you. And he could have finished. He could have finished his little fantasies and he could have headed back to work right then.

Until you walked in.

You were shocked, but he wasn't. He was hungry. Donatello grinned at you, exposing himself completely.

"Looks...looks like you caught me, darling...maybe you could help me too."

Perhaps you had fantasies of your own. Because that sly grin and lustful eyes of your resembled his own...you locked the door. You walked forward. And took Donatello's waiting hand, allowing yourself to be pulled into his lap and a heated, hungry kiss.

"Donnie..."

He grinned, kissing you again.

Even now he could smell you, he was dying to touch you, to take you...but where was the fun in that? His fingers reached under your skirt, rubbing you through your panties.

Moaning, you leaned your head back and exposed your neck. Donatello took the invitation. His lips peppered your warm skin in all too quick kisses, never staying long but a always managing to steal a moan from those pretty lips.

"Donnie...please!" You cried out.

Maybe he was being a bit unfair...after all, he was just as tortured as you. Donatello grinned, kissing your neck one last time before tugging on your top. You knew exactly what he wanted. And in only seconds, your clothing was tugged off and tossed away and you were on display.

You were at his mercy.

Perching you upon his desk, his lips attacked every inch of skin; every soft, beautiful centimeter. The lower he got, the better it felt until he was between your thighs.

He kissed your folds.

You cried out, arching your back.

He did it again.

"Oh...oh!"

And then he dived in, his tongue twisting and turning and licking in both the worst and best ways. The pleasure of it all gave you both heaven and hell, passion bubbling through you...but never spilling over. Never getting to be quite enough...

Just the way you liked it.Teasing.Torture. Excitement.

"More, Donnie, more!"

He would love to taste you, to tease you a little longer...but things were starting to get a little uncomfortable and he really needed and wanted and craved your help. So the turtle pulled away from your sweet sex and once again brought you into his lap.

He kissed you again.

And again and again, his hands exploring your body. Squeezing and enjoying your curves against his rigid form. And when you moaned, hed nearly lost it.

Donatello had to have you. He couldn't wait any longer. And, gently lifting your waist, slightly maneuvering himself...he entered you.

"A-ah! God!"

His thick cock filled you totally and completely, causing both of you to cry out in passion. His imagination never did him any good...it never fully created the absolute bliss of your warmth. The way you took him, every inch of him, and brought him straight to his most wonderful fantasies and feelings.

The way you rode him, body bouncing and shaking and shivering with passion.

He steady hands grasped your hips, lending a gentle hand. The more you moved, the hotter it got. The better this feeling, this burning became. It was getting to be all too much for the turtle.

It already was for you.

"Donatello!"

With his name fresh on your lips, you came around his cock. Body tightening, hips rocking, juices spilling. Your screams and moans and whispers followed still.

He watched you, watched that fiery lust burn itself out until you were left shaking in his arms, cock still filling you. Donatello's own fire was about to take over, he could feel it.

"Y/N! Darling!"

You whimpered as he finished inside of you, filling you with cum. You moaned when his lips found yours again, a passionate kiss being stolen as he filled you.

As you finished.

Until you were both left holding each other, smelling of sweat and sex and still sneaking kisses.

"Mmm...you should walk in on me more often." Donatello mumbled.

And honestly? He really hoped that you would.