Poptart: DonnieXFemale Reader
a/n: you and Donnie are 18+, short and smutty/slightly smutty. Enjoy, Donnie girls😉
"What's your favorite flavor of poptart icing, Don?" you randomly asked.
Donnie looked back at you and smirked. "You."
You looked back at him with a quizzical look, and then smirked back. You giggled and wiggled in your seat beside him. "I'm not a poptart." you replied in a playful tone.
"Sure you are. You're so sweet..." His thoughts went down the seductive route. Thoughts of many nights of passion played in his head. He moved his chair near you, and then his hands started brushing over your cheeks, your jawline, and down your neck.
You could feel your pulse start to race. His touch always set your body on fire. You couldn't stop the soft moans as you closed your eyes and smiled at this warm feeling that ignited in the pit of your stomach.
"... And so addictive..." Donnie's mouth lowered over yours in a kiss that held promises of desire. It felt like he was kissing you forever until he let go for just a few seconds. "You know how much I love licking the sweetness between your thighs, just like I do with poptarts..." His hot tongue slowly traced the pulse beating at your neck. Meanwhile his hands made work of getting his fingers to the place you wanted him most. You threw your head back, groaning and moaning. Lust roared and awakened inside you, the growing sexual need between you both crackled like lightning. "Donnie~" you whispered and whimpered when the tingles of electricity traveled down to your core. Your body temperature rose, staining your cheeks red. He knelled down between your legs, getting rid of your bottoms in the process, spread your thighs, and lowly growled as he smelt your wet arousal.
You gasped and nearly jumped out of your seat as you felt him slowly licking up your slit. The mewls and moans of pleasure that escaped you gave him the okay to continue.
"Mmmm... Nothing compares to you, my Poptart..."
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