#thastnotverycashmoneyofyou

[moxfirefly]

Howdy, I really love your work, you're a really good writing! I'm a big time Donnie fan and was wondering if you would do a bit of an odd request.

It would be so cool if you could write a one shot or headcanons over a virgin reader who becomes easily distracted and overstimulated. I would love to see how you think Donnie would redirect his S/O's attention and comfort them. Maybe sprinkle in a bit of praise kink? I'm sucker for sweet soft sex

My apologies for getting to this quite late, life happens but as I was checking for request that seem doable for me at the moment this one popped up. So while in a Donnie mood (which is always) let’s get it.

Goes without saying,

Rated explicit (18+ only)

The mind really had a way of wandering off to places when you least wanted it.

It’s not to say that the task at hand wasn’t good, if anything it was fantastic because, 1) your boyfriend just knew the spots, 2) That tongue…

Regardless, it was around a particularly long stroke that had your toes curling and your eyes slipping closed that your brain sort of began to drift off. Try as you might you wanted to redirect your thoughts to the way Donnie’s large hand gripped your thighs, nails digging ever so lightly. You wanted your attention one hundred percent on how his snout pressed more, enough that it made it hard to breath for him tobreath (which he lowkey liked).

But alas, your thoughts swam, pointless things entering and filtering out. There was an annoyance to the way you pressed your hands to your eyes and rubbed. You sort of needed to land back on earth and in this bed.

Naturally you found those pretty eyes you’ve become obsessed with, looking up at you. Donnie’s mouth seized all movement, chin resting gently as he caught up with the air he hadn’t felt in a while.

“Talk to me” Came his voice, rough around the edges and willing to listen.

“It’s nothing, just- please keep going” You affectionately squeezed your thighs against his face.

“It’s something, you’re not exactly here darling, should I got harder? Faster?” This man honestly, always willing to listen to critique, but it wasn’t a matter of him if not more of you and your terrible attention span.

“My mind…I’m just kinda all over the place here but I want to desperately be here in the moment with you” Your confession made your cheeks burn in embarrassment but Donatello simply smiled and gave your lower stomach a quick kiss. He got on his knees, the bed creaking in protest as his hands traveled up your sides. There was a gentle pressure to his thumbs before he found himself kneading at your chest.

“It happens you know? Your brain can drift but it’s a matter of bringing you back here to how I feel when I touch you…” He spoke lowly, words sliding across your flesh and tickling your senses.

“When I tease you” His fingers tweaked your nipples enough for you to sigh and feel warmth return to you.

“When I fuck you…” A hand found your chin, just as your eyes opened wide, but before you could shut them in a flair of pink cheeks and heat, he simply uttered a command. “Keep looking at me.”

And that you did.

Slow by painful inch, he pushed himself inside of you and that gasp of his size stretching you always made him want to nut harder than ever. But alas, tasks at hand and all.

“You’re going to keep your eyes on me, on what I do to you, I’m going to walk you through this” And those slow gentle thrusts and the hand resting on your lower stomach were enough to keep you glued to his movements.

“Have I told you how imposible tasking it is to not cum the second I’m inside of you?” There was an angle to his thrusting that made your eyes flutter but not shut, you muster a shake of your head to his query.

“Stuffing you is easy, but fuck, do you get tight around my dick” He licked his lips, eyes falling to the aforementioned spot, where the two of you were connected. “Feel it? Feel how tight you get? But you can take me baby, you take me so fucking well” He sounded just the tiniest bit drunk, hips picking up speed but still gentle, still firm.

But he wanted to make sure your undivided attention remained and when he grabbed your hand and made you touch your lower stomach…

Made you feel just how truly deep he was?

Fuck, you were zeroed in and all ears.

“Such a good little darling, doing so well, feeling how you make me feel” his hands lifted your legs, firm on the backs of your thighs and with every intention of stretching you in ways that burned but you loved.

“I get to feel you all wet and warm? Gosh am I lucky” He pushed your thighs, knees touching your chest as he continued to fuck you slowly but with just the lightest hint of pressure. The obscene slaps weren’t raining down in a chorus but that rhythmic tap… tap… tap…

Each hit just about touching you so deeply within. Your eyes closed but quickly shot opened when Donnie gripped your chin. “Like I said darling, eyes on mine or on me” His eyes led the way, down his chiseled and gorgeous plastron, right to where he was fucking you.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Your sounds were lost to his ramblings but god were you a noisy thing. Each smack, each word, all of it making sure your moans never stopped. “See? So fucking good, wanna stay here day and night” He nearly growled when you squeezed down on him just a little more.

The ache in your thoughts from the position couldn’t distract you.

Currently all you could think about was the approaching orgasm and the way it was going to knock you over. There was something along the lines of ‘ohmygodrightthere’ escape your mouth that only egged Donnie on, speed increasing to get you through that finish line.

You kept your gaze right at his own, watching his undoing slowly hit him just as yours began. Your orgasm hit you, making you throat hoarse with a scream that simply was adorned with his name. You caught his own, the shake of his thighs and stutter of his hips and a moan you swore could make you cum again. He was so very warm, each rope too overwhelming and making you feel everything all at once.

He slowed to a stand still, pulling out enough for just another shot to drip over you and down. He smirked but still looked quite tired and satiated.

You on the other hand felt like goo, warm and tired but simply destroyed in the best ways possible.

A tired smile found it’s way to your lips when he kissed your sore thighs.