TMNT x Reader Imagines // Book Two.

Welcome Home, Michelangelo...

Mikey had rolled out of bed earlier then he wanted too, though he had slept well into the afternoon. The turtle stumbled to the hall, making his way to the bathroom and waking up a little bit more with every step. And the more awake he was, the more he thought about Y/N.

He had been absolutly miserable without his baby, they all had been.

Michelangelo had spent all those miserable weeks thinking about kissing and cuddling and totally missing her...but now that he was home and knew he had a special surprise waiting for him, he was thinking even more. And it was killing him.

What on earth could that smart, sexy woman have planned for him, he wondered. He couldn't wait to find out.

But Mikey did find out as he headed back to his room. As he came closer, he heard music coming from his bedroom. Smiling, Michelangelo slowly opened his door. And there you were, waiting for him. All I Wanna Do by Jay Park was playing loudly (the first song you had danced too!) and a little disco ball was spinning, filling the room with color.

But that wasn't the best part. The best part was the lingerie you were wearing:

A cute little panty and bra set, in pretty pastel orange, topped off with ruffles and bows galore. You looked so sexy and perfect and Mikey loved it too much.

"Oh, baby..."

You winked, beckoning him foward with a finger.

And Mikey happily did as told, rushing foward into your embrace. He kissed you furiously, hands running along your body and his hips grinding against yours. Hey, maybe he was going a little fast. But he had missed you so much! He had missed your touch and your body and just everything.

He wanted everything.

You moaned, wrapping your arms around Mikey's shoulders and holding him close. Michelangelo picked you up, knocking over a pile of comics and a lamp as he stumbled to the bed. You fell together, rolling on the colorful blankets as you made out madly and wonderfully. As cute as the lingerie was, it had to come off.

"Baby, take it off, take it all off." He whispered, his lips kissing your neck furiously.

You removed the bra and panties, tossing them clear across the room. Excitedly, Mikey enjoyed your body. He covered you in kisses, your neck and your shoulders and belly and thighs all being adored by his lips. He played with your breasts, licking and kissing your nipples and enjoying your soft moans. Mikey kissed a line down your belly, meeting your pussy with his soft lips.

"Mikey! Oh!"

He smiled, softly teasing your pussy. God, you were so wet for him...He couldn't wait to use you. To make love to you. To make all his dreams come true...

He was eating you out now, tasting you on his tongue and heating your moans. Your whimpers. His name on your lips and, god, you weren't the only one hungry for the other's touch.

He was aching for you.

His cock was hard and already dripping and damn it, he wasn't gonna wait anymore. His mouth moved away from your core and you whimpered at the lack of touch. You had already been so, so close...

But Michelangelo wasn't one to leave his lady waiting. He entered to swiftly, the both of you moaning together as he did. As as the sex continued, as his hips thrusted, you kept moaning. You moaned for each other, for the heated touch you both gave. You moaned for all the weeks you missed each other. You moaned for more, not wanting this fire to go out.

And it didn't.

Instead, it only burned brighter as Mikey thrusted faster and harder. He was getting sloppier too and so close and, fuck, you were wet and even closer.

"Come on, baby," he panted. "Come on and cum for me, Y/N."

It was a simple request, considering just how close you were. You gasped his name, feeling hotter and wetter and better by the second. And in that second, you came.

"Mikey! Oh!"

You were all ready so sensitive after everything else from today but this only made that sensitivity grow. Another orgasm, more sheets soaked with your juices...And you enjoyed every second of it. You screamed his name and moaned more and more and just got lost in the passion.

Michelangelo did too, watching that lusty look on your face with a hungry grin. Your body was shaking beneath his and it was getting harder to control himself...maybe because he didn't want to control himself. Mikey wanted to loose control. He wanted to cum too...

"Michelangelo..."

And he did the second you whispered his name.

He moaned, pulling out of you quickly. And for the third time that day, a boyfriend covered you in his cum. Only Mikey was a bit more messy then his brothers, painting your breasts and belly and thighs and a bit of the blankets on his seed. You looked gorgeous to him, he thought as he kissed you so sweetly.

"That was great, baby girl..." He whispered.

And it was. But there was little time to talk or cuddle or kiss. You could all do that later but for now...You had saved the roughest for last.

It was Raphael's turn.