TMNT x Reader Imagines // Book Two.

Such A Tease (Michelangelo x Reader Smut)

Michelangelo was a bit of a tease.

He couldn’t help himself, really, it just came so naturally to the turtle. But even more then that, he was an exhibitionist.

He idea of doin’ the deed in public, the possibility of getting caught in the middle of passion…it just did something for the turtle. And “something” actually meant drove him crazy and made his toss caution out the damn window.

Which is why he was sitting on the couch with his hand moving slowly up your skirt.

What had started as a simple movie night was slowly turning into something dirty (which, actually, seemed to happen a lot). Cuddling under the blankets, Michelangelo’s hands had found your legs and had begun to massage them. Innocent. Sweet. But his rough hands felt so good upon your soft skin, you couldn’t help but let it to continue a little longer. You couldn’t help but moan a little.

You shouldn’t have.

You should have stopped it.

Because now Mikey was at your inner thighs, making his way towards your panties. Heat surged throughout your body as you looked up at the turtle, who hadn’t taken his eyes off of the screen.

Quietly, he said,

“Just say stop, baby, if you want to.”

You didn’t.

Maybe you were a little dirty too. Michelangelo’s fingers slid across your lace panties, right along your slit. Your heart slipped a beat and you bite your lip to hold on your moans. God, it felt so good…his fingers knew just what to do, the exact way to make you wet.

Your panties were already soaked.

You wanted more, more then his teasing.

Nails dug into Mikey’s thigh as you grasped his thick legs and he got the message.

“Be quiet, ‘kay?” he whispered.

You nodded. And he slowly moved your panties to the side. His fingers began to play with you for real, teasing your pussy and toying with your aching clit. Fire was burning now, rushing through you wildly and you struggled to control yourself, to control your passion.

But, god, it felt incredible.

“Mikey…” you whispered.

He smiled, kissing your forehead. His fingers continued making their magic.

“Is my girl horny? Does she need some sweet lovin’?” he asked.

You nodded, gasping when his figers found your entrance. You wanted to scream so much…

“But, baby, we could get caught! Somebody might walk in and see me giving you what you need.”

He was teasing you now, knowing how badly you wanted it. How badly you needed his fingers inside of you.

“But you like that, don’t you baby? You like that kinda thing…it makes you all wet, doesn’t it?”

His fingers moved in, just the tips pushing into. The little bit of feeling was enough to make the fire burn hotter.

“Miiikey…”

Just then you heard it, heavy footsteps coming towards the couch. You both froze, Mikey’s fingers still barely inside of you. Raphael walked toward the couch and asked Mikey something about patrol.

You weren’t sure what he said, you weren’t listening. Because at that very moment, Michelangelo plunged his fingers inside of you and you nearly lost control…you nearly screamed.

Quickly, you looked away from the turtle as he chatted with your boyfriend, hoping he wouldn’t figure it out. But, god, if he did…

“Nah, I dunno, bro.”

Mikey fingered fucked you slowly, each twist and touch getting you wetter and wetter. Every moan you managed to swallow was a miracle.

“Maybe ask Leo? He probably knows.”

He was going faster now, picking up momentum. You had to cover your mouth to keep from screaming.

Raphael turned to leave but Michelangelo, the little bastard, called him back.

“Hey, wait a sec!"

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

You were gonna fucking cum! His fingers wouldn’t quit it, the turtle knew how close you were to finishing, he probably planned this.

“I think it’s actually Wednesday.”

Fuck.

Your juices were spilling out of you, just as Raphael turned to leave. Cum was squirting out of you, running down Mikey’s wrist and your thighs, soaking the blanket and the coach and finally, you moaned.

Mikey laughed as you came, whispering in your ear,

“Just what you wanted, right baby?”

You couldn’t deny it, it had been so hot. And you had never came so much either…then you felt it.

Mikey was rock hard, a little back kept hidden by a blanket and come clever maneuvering. Your hand pressed softly against the bulge and he groaned.

Michelangelo may be a hell of a tease, but you were better. And he was so going to pay.