Donatello x Reader Smut

Too Busy Pt.2

Shaky hands grasped your hips and the wet tip of a penis pressed against your hole. The pressure grew and grew until it finally eased, and his cock slipped inside. Donnie took a breath in, moving himself further and further into you. You sighed delightfully at the full feeling. He really did stretch you out to your limits, and even then he couldn't fully go in.

However, the few inches left untouched didn't hinder him. He took deep breaths for a few seconds before pulling out a bit and pushing back in. You heard the mouth of your vagina squish as he did, slick with fluids. When he pushed back inside, the tip glided across your g-spot, making you shout. "Ah Donnie!"

He churred at your outburst, pulling back out quickly and slamming back into you, shaking the desk. He did not stop. You could hear him panting, moaning breathlessly here and there. His hands stayed on your hips, sometimes moving over your ass to give a good squeeze. His fingers dug into you so hard you would surely bruise, not that you cared.

Your own sounds were quite loud. His name, encouragements, praise and primal shouts were what came from your mouth.

Thankfully at this hour, everyone else in the lair was asleep, so no one heard you being railed by the brains of the group.

It was wonderful, having your genius back from his relentless projects. He was finally, finally fucking you again. You'd missed the sex almost as much as you missed the dates.

Donnie himself was having a great time. Pounding you crazy was doing wonders for his stress, having you on his desk was much better than a centrifuge on it, or all the scientific equipment in the world.

He let out all of his pent up stress further by reaching out with his right hand and pulling at your hair. Not enough to hurt badly or pull any out, but enough to let you know that your plan had worked. You had gotten him to snap and toss his work aside for a change.

"Yes yes Donnie, harder!" You begged, getting close. Your g-spot was swollen and the stimulation to it made your pussy leak around Donnie's circumference. Your hands clenched, fingernails digging into your palms hard while you were being ravaged. Your eyes rolled upwards, it was so good you could barely breathe.

Your kegel muscles tightened suddenly, your orgasm arriving and causing your hole and insides to spasm. Your contractions squeezed and squirmed around his dick while you writhed underneath him. "D-Donnnnie!"

"Oh, fuck!" Donnie cried out, moaning, the massive member inside of you twitching spastically. Warm torrents of sperm spat into your vaginal canal, the feeling making you whimper in delight. His hips and plastron continued to collide with your behind until the last spurt had left him.

He remained standing behind you, still deep inside. You both fought hard to breathe, overwhelmed after such an amazing, overdue fuck.

"Are you okay? I didn't hurt you..did I?" He asked, panting, though you could hear the concern in his voice. "No Donnie, I'm okay," you assured.

With that, he pulled himself backwards, sliding out of you. Your cum mixed with his, glistening on his retreating cock and dripping out of your cunt. The sight alone almost made him hard again, but he was too exhausted for another round.

He grabbed some tissues, wiping you clean of his ejaculate before cleaning himself. You stood and pulled your pants back on, stretching and grunting at the relief of muscle tension. Donnie yawned, showing off that cute gap in his teeth. You smiled warmly at your adorable, handsome turtle.

He made eye contact with you and reached out for a hug, which you gladly accepted. He kissed the top of your head.

"I'm sorry I've been distant lately. I'll put that stuff off for awhile and focus on you, okay? Just the two of us." He promised. You burrowed into his chest, giving his plastron a quick kiss. "I love you, Donnie."

"I love you too, sweetheart. I always will."

You and Donnie walked to his bedroom, hands linked. You changed into some pajamas you brought with you and laid down in his bed. Donnie removed and hung up his mask. He took off his protective pads and soon got in, spooning you. His hand rested on your stomach, holding your own.

He never neglected time with you again after that.