Warnings: 18+ / NSFW / MDNI / Ninja guys are late twenties / Happy Valentine's Day!! ❤️
Pussy! drunk Leo holds you tightly close to his chest, fisting your face with a full hand as he forces you to look at him because, fuck, you're so hot when you come.
Pussy!drunk Leo moans into your mouth as he pounds frantically into you, dizzy in the feeling of your cunt around him. Mmm, so fucking tight.
Pussy!drunk Leo whispers the best degradation-praise combos in your ear with a breathy, raspy tone that drives you crazy. He can't have enough. Squirm more to his words. Be louder, scratch his shell harder. Shit, he's so close—
Pussy!drunk Leo knows he has to pull out but it feels so freaking good that he can't bring himself to do so, especially not when you're begging him to breed you so much. Shit, you're gonna be the end of him.
Pussy!drunk Raph relentlessly fucks you from behind in front of your bedroom mirror. Fuck, he's so big, stretching you so good it has you on the verge of turning stupid.
Pussy!drunk Raph fucks you up and down his dick like a small fuck toy, too lost in pleasure to do nothing but hold onto his shoulders as he manhandles you all he wants.
Pussy!drunk Raph barely allows you to breathe as he devours your mouth, groaning agast your lips with each new thrust. God, he loves it when he's so overstimulated that it's almost too much. His cum is dripping from you, and the sounds of your flesh slapping have Raph craving to come again. Can you? Just one more time, doll. Fuck, please.
Pussy!drunk Donatello drinks you up eagerly. His tongue feels heavenly over your clit, he knows. You're tugging him too much to keep him there for it to not. That's right, darling, come on his face— Yeah, like that, damn good.
Pussy!drunk Donatello enjoys himself so much that suddenly all inhibitions are thrown out the window, and he's shamelessly moaning, mouth open as a trail of drool rolls out the corner of his mouth. You feel so good~
Pussy!drunk Donatello loves having your tongue down his throat, claiming him vehemently as your hands scratch the side of his shell, just where it joins to his plastron. The sound that escapes him is everything but human.
Pussy!drunk Mikey can't keep his hands out of you. He slips his palm up your thigh under the table, only stopping when he's met with your warm cunt. Leaking for him just by his slightest touch? Aw, you're so cute!
Pussy!drunk Mikey can't hold back once he starts kissing you. It's like he physically needs the heat emanating from your body. He wants to rob it, keep it alongside you, so deep inside that it deliciously burns.
Pussy!drunk Mikey inhales your scent from the cook of your neck and lets out a mingle between a sigh and a soft moan. He pulls you closer, fucking himself deeper in you. You're so soft, so his, from now to forever.
This is more on the fluffy end, but could easily turn naughty if you choose. ( ̄▽ ̄)b
Normally shy crush randomly sitting on bayboys lap? They want attention and are determined to get it, flustered and all!
Also, hello! I love your posts. Thank you. (* �� ▽ ` *)ノ
Reader sits on their lap to get their attention!!
2007 / NSFWish / Suggestive/boys are 25 and love to see you squirming for them
Leo is cleaning his katana when he feels your hands sliding over his shoulders. Immediately recognizing the touch, he glances at you.
"Hi, love. I thought our date was in another hour," he notes, a glimpse of a playful taunt in his tone.
"I got impatient," you say, sitting on his lap in one motion. "I want you now."
Your bravado stuns him for half a heartbeat before dissolving into a smirk. He places the sword on the side to pull you further onto his lap. His voice is a hot whisper near your lips. "Show me how much."
Raphael is fixing Turtle Movil's muffler when he hears your steps approaching over the smooth asphalt of the garage.
"I'll be with ya in a sec, doll!" he voices from under the van.
You humm, stepping on the edge of Mikey's skateboard, currently serving as support for Rafael to slide under the car. You roll him out.
"Hey! he whines sitting up, just half a second before you sit on his lap.
His breath hitches as you straddle him, shell pressed to the van's side.
"Sorry Raph, I don't feel like waiting," you breathe, trapping his mouth.
Donatello is so invested in talking about this new substance that he doesn't notice you stripping. When you press your bare chest to his shell and drag your hands over his plastron, his words trail off as he tenses.
"Hmm, darling?"
"Yeah?"
"W-what are you doing?"
You smile, turning his swivel chair to you, wasting no time sitting down on his lap.
"I'm listening," you mutter into his ear. "You're so hot when you talk about deadly substances. But I'd love to hear something a bit sweeter."
"Yeah? Like what?" he manages, heart racing.
You lick a stripe over his pulse line, eliciting a whimper from him.
"Like that."
Mikey was chilling, sitting on the worn-out couch, waiting for the TV to load what looked like a video. You placed your hands over his eyes.
"Guess who it is?"
"My Sugar bun?!" he says, turning back excitedly. "Hi! You're just in time, I'm about to start a new game! Let me show you," Mikey reaches for the Xbox controller, turning his back to you.
"Sure! Is the Brotherhood joining soon?"
He giggles at the nickname. "Nah, they're out."
You frown. "Out? All of them?"
"Yeah. Leo's training with his new partner, Raph's out with Casey… and Don's helping April cover some tech issues or something. Oh, and dad's sleeping," Mikey explained idly, choosing the abilities for the playable character.
"Wait, we'll be alone here for… a while?" you venture.
"Yup! So, you want to play with me?"
You smirk, climbing onto his lap. "Love to!"
He dodges you, his eyes glued to the TV. After a moment of contemplation, you break into a mischievous grin.
"But how about we make it more interesting? The loser has to take off an article of clothing for each game over."
You tug at his orange hood, and his eyes dart to you, a mischievous smile growing on his face. "Aw baby, you know you won't beat me, right?"