TMNT x Reader Imagines // Book Two.

Happy Birthday Smut! Leonardo x Reader

Leonardo had had a magnificent birthday.

A wonderful dinner, perfect party, and gifts galore.

It was late now and everyone had gone home, having enjoyed an entertaining party. But for Leonardo?

The party wasn't over.

You had dragged the turtle to his room, locking the door behind her. The room has been decorated with scented candles, the sweet smell of vanilla filling the room. You smiled at him, eyes glowing in warm light.

"Did you have fun today, honey?"

Leonardo knew exactly where this was going, your voice and body language telling him everything. He smirked, leaning against the door. His forearms on either side of you, eyes looking into yours.

"I did, love...I really enjoyed myself."

You reached up, your cool hand resting on his cheek.

"Is there anyway I could make it better? Anyway at all?"

"Well...perhaps..." Leonardo whispered.

"Tell me, love!"

"You could start by taking that dress off."

Leo loved his lady in blue, that lovely sky blue dress hugging your figure perfectly. But right now? He wanted the thing on his floor. And the birthday boy gets what he wants.

You slid the material off your shoulders, letting it drop to the floor in a bright blue puddle. And leaving you in his favorite ensemble: absolutely nothing. Your naked body exposed for his enjoyment, and, oh! Was he enjoying it!

Leonardo buried his face in your neck, kissing and nipping at your soft skin. You sighed as his lips explored your neck, your chest pressing against his.

"Look at you...unwrapping yourself like a gift...I bet you were thinking about that all day."

He had been as well.

Leonardo's hands slithered along your body, little goosbumps following every gentle touch. And every gentle touch sending a small spark of excitement through your body...

"Thinking about me, playing with my new present. I wonder what game I'll play."

"Whatever you want. It's your birthday after all..."

It was, wasn't it?

Leonardo smiles and kissed you. Eyes closed, lips interlocking, it was a perfect moment. But Leonardo, ever the perfectionist, knew that he could make it better. He could make it hotter. And he started by picking you up and carrying you to his bed.

His hands cupping your hips, legs wrapped around him. He dropped you on the perfectly made sheets. And then he attacked, kissing you one final time before pulling away.

"If you don't want to, just tell me."

You nodded and, carefully, he reached under his bed and pulled out a black box. There were many things hidden in the box, many of his dirty little secrets. But tonught, he only needed a couple of them.