RotTMNT X Reader Stories

When he has dirty thoughts

(Raph❤️)

You were down in the training area, practicing some punches on the punching bag. The sweat from your forehead fell from there and dried on your shirt and short shorts as you kept on punching.

Raph happened to be walking by and saw you hitting the punching bag repeatedly. His cheeks grew hot at how hard you're working on your punches. You stopped for a moment to let your (H/C) flow free by whipping it around. His eyes went wide as he continued to stare you. He didn't want to be a perverted turtle, but damn, he couldn't stop staring at you.

Once you stopped whipping your hair around, you kept on punching the bag, grunts leaving your lips with each hit.

Damn, Raph thought.

However, he dropped the comic book he was carrying, which caught your attention.

"Hey, Raph. You okay, babe?"

"Uh..." Raph stuttered. "Y-yeah, everything's fine. I-I'm not staring—I mean, blushing—I mean, I'm not doing anything!"

"Heh, whatever," you chuckled and stopped for a break.

Raph ran up towards his room, his cheeks red as his mask. Oh, God, if you knew what he was thinking...

(Leo💙)

Down in the art room (Alli and Sam had that built for personal occasions), you were throwing some colors on the large canvas with your bare hands and getting messy in the process. You were wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts, your (H/C) up in a ponytail.

It was at that moment Leo happened to be walking by and saw you working on your piece. He wanted to focus on your work, but instead, he was focused on you. His cheeks turned red when he noticed your butt bouncing a bit every time you jumped to get a space of the canvas.

"Whoa," Leo gasped, but you heard his gasp and turned to face him.

"What are you looking at?" You titled your head at him.

"Nothing!" He tensed up and walked away as fast as his legs can carry him.

(Donnie💜)

You were down at the football field for one of your tech club's experiments, and of course, Donnie came along, clad in his human form. It has been over 2 hours, and you were close to getting the final touches of your tech. It was at that moment ice water fell all over you. You shrieked when the cold water made contact with your skin.

"ICE BUCKET CHALLENGE, (Y/N)!" Your tech club mate screamed as another one took a video.

Donnie couldn't help but chuckle as he came over with a towel to help you dry off. However, he stopped in his tracks when he saw your shirt, drenched with the ice water, becoming transparent. Donnie blushed hard as he kept staring at your chest. The reason...no bra was underneath that shirt.

Donnie hasn't said anything, even when he handed you the towel. His cheeks still burned red while he gazed at your bare chest.

Don't look at her chest, stop staring at her chest! He told himself.

"Whose chest are we talking here?" You snapped him out of his gaze, your hands on your hips.

Donnie covered his mouth quickly. "Uh...yours?"

"Alright, then," you nodded. "Let's keep it that way."

You began to walk away, but stopped right in your tracks, realizing his answer. "Wait, what?!"

By then, Donnie started running away.

"DONNIE, COME BACK HERE!" you began chasing after him.

(Mikey🧡)

You were down at the library after school with Mikey and (S/N). He waited until school was over so he could walk with you and (S/N) to the library.

"Your school looks awesome, (Y/N)," Mikey stated quietly.

You giggled at his enthusiasm. "Yeah, I'll let you dream."

As you reached down to the lower level to get a book, Mikey's cheeks went burning red when he saw your butt. His eyes went wide as he tried to control himself.

"Oh, God..." he thought to himself.

"Mikey, is everything alright?" (S/N) quietly asked him and tapped him on the arm.

"Huh? Oh, y-yeah! Yeah, everything's all good, (S/N/N)!" Mikey quietly answered while trying to hide the blushing. "I'm-I'm not staring at her butt—I mean, I'm not—"

"Mikey, everything okay, baby?" You glanced up from the book that you have in your hands and stared at him perplexed.

"Mikey was staring at your butt," (S/N) pointed at him.

Mikey groaned and internally wished he was dead right now when (S/N) ratted out on him.

"He what?!" You silently glared at him, your cheeks also red.

"Oh, boy," Mikey whimpered.