Turtle's true pairing

— Leonardo [Bayverse]/Reader

Accused of a string of murders he did not commit, Leonardo is at his wits' end until he meets you—the only key out of this nightmare. Except that he didn't think his saving grace would hit him over the head with a frying pan. Or tie him up. Or promise to alert the entire city if he tried anything. Maybe he really should have listened to Donnie.

Author's Note: The first chapter of a fic I have planned for the future. It's more of a 'proof of concept' until I can actually commit to it consistently, but I got too excited about sharing this idea, so voila! Think of this as a sneak peek ;) Additionally, this doesn't have to be strictly Bayverse, despite the references, as I will be playing around with the world-building as much as I can.

“Currently, authorities have yet to identify any leads for the brutal murders of the three tourists. While the culprit remains at large, residents are urged to minimise nightly outings and to ensure that they keep their windows and doors locked and—”

“Requesting more security personnel on 23rd Street—”

“—It’s just so horrific! They were gutted like fish…”

“Donnie, turn that thing off.” Leonardo orders sharply, inflection strained with barely contained nerves. Donatello flinches slightly at the spike in his brother’s pitch, but otherwise complies, powering off the radio seated on the bench. All that is left is a heavy silence, the tension oppressive enough to make someone break into a cold sweat. Despite his best efforts to keep his expression as neutral as possible, Leo’s hands are clammy against the hilt of his katana, wiping down the blade in mindless movement. He needs to think, to come up with a strategic solution to all of this, but all he feels is the shiver running down his spine and a tightening in his chest.

The stillness is broken by a resounding thump from across the room, and Leo glances over his shoulder to see Raphael drop the dumbbells he’d been using, his features twisted with righteous indignation.

“I can’t believe they pinned this on us after everything we’ve done for this city. We should’ve never trusted those cops.” He seethes, lips curled into a deep scowl. “We risked our lives to stop the Shredder and the Technodrome, and they think we’d just turn around and murder people?”

Leo grits his teeth. Even though he knows that Raph is right, he’s rehashed this point enough times that everyone else in the lair has effectively gotten sick of it. He doesn’t respond, nor does the despondent Michelangelo, who sits on the couch, listlessly fiddling with an old rubber ball in his hands. Donnie, on the other hand, embraces the opportunity for conversation.

“The victims were the children of some big-name politicians. It’s a huge case, and people are demanding responsibility. Yet, they have barely any clues to work with.” Donnie swivels in his chair, facing the red-clad turtle sombrely. “However, if they can turn the blame on us, they won’t need to cough up any real evidence. It’s not like we can defend ourselves in court. They’ll hunt us down and—”

“Donnie, how is communication with April and Casey going?” Leo cuts him off abruptly. Donnie blinks, as if suddenly reminded.

“Oh, right. They left their apartment before the SWAT team got there. They’re heading over here now. Devices tossed, and they're taking the longer route. I’ll do a preliminary scan once they arrive to make sure they don’t have anything traceable on them.”

“Good.” Is all Leo can manage to huff out, standing on his feet. “I’m going to go check on Sensei.”

Though it’s not completely his intention—Master Splinter is far from the kind who needs to be ‘checked up on’—it gave Leo an excuse to get out of the living room and far away from any radios or grim faces. He couldn’t afford to lose his cool, even with the threat of the entire NYPD being on the hunt for them.

When the scent of burning incense hits his nostrils, Leo finds some comfort in the familiar smell, calming and just like his father. He treads carefully as he reaches the front of the coloured partitions, his knuckles lightly rapping against the wooden support beam. It’s only when he hears a faint “come in” that he slides open the door, ducking his head lightly as he enters the humble space his father occupies.

Master Splinter sits, legs crossed and back pin-straight, as Leo settles into the space in front of him. He opens his eyes, fixing his son with an assessing stare.

“How are things, my son?” The elderly rat prompts, his inflection carefully even. Leonardo sighs heavily, lips curled into a frown as he responds.

“Not good.” He admits, almost defeatedly. “The media is going crazy, cops are patrolling every street corner for us, and April and Casey’s place has been raided.”

He lifts his lowered head, blue eyes round with remorse.

“Sensei, we need to get out of the city while we can. I don’t think this is something we can fight our way out of.”

There is a beat of silence, and while Leo wouldn’t dub his father as someone hard to read, right now, he can’t make sense of his carefully crafted expression.

“You are right, Leonardo. This is not something we can fight our way out of.” Splinter rises to his feet, hands clasped behind his back. “But it is not a long-term solution for us to run. We will only get so far, and this does not account for April and Casey, who are being pursued alongside us.”

“Then what do we do, Dad?” The moniker escapes easily from his lips, almost like a plea. Suddenly, he no longer feels twenty-three, growing jaded from his years of fighting crime. He’s seventeen again, clumsy and brusque in his leadership, but desperate to keep his family together with everything he has.

“You are strategic, my son. A solution will arise for you if you take a step back and get to the heart of the issue.” Splinter says gently. Leo can’t help but let the ridges of his mask furrow at this—that’s not the answer he’d be looking for, but he doesn’t dare disagree right now, when tensions in the lair are high as it is.

“Thank you, Sensei.” He lightly bows his head, reluctantly rising to his feet, letting the partition door close behind him. Despite the talk, his mind still swims, attempting to grasp for any logic and rationality that passes by. His rumination is interrupted when he catches the sound of thumping footsteps, tensing until April’s voice echoes across the lair.

He re-enters the living room, just in time for April to tug him into a tight embrace, and he finds momentary comfort in the scent of vanilla and coffee that lingers around her. She pulls away, a little breathless, and he realises why when his eyes flicker to Casey, who has beads of sweat rolling down his face.

“I’m sorry,” He says instead of a greeting, timbre low and riddled with guilt. “Are you guys alright?”

“Don’t apologise, it’s not your fault. We’re fine.” April insists, the corner of her lips pulled into a piteous frown. She turns to Casey wordlessly, who is already in the middle of dumping duffel bags to the ground.

“Yeah, we got out in time, at least. Didn’t enjoy hauling all of this over here, though.” Casey adds on, only to flinch when Donnie quickly crowds his space.

“Just scanning to make sure you aren’t carrying anything traceable…” Donnie answers the unspoken question, rapidly tapping on the gauntlet in his hand, muttering under his breath. A bright ray passes over Casey, causing the man to stagger back, caught off guard. Donnie smiles briefly when a beep emits from the device. “And you’re good to go!”

“Thanks. Not weird at all.” Casey responds dryly as Raph stalks towards the group.

“Now that the princess is done complaining.” Raph shoots a pointed look at Casey, causing the other to scowl. “Are we gonna talk some action?”

While his name isn’t said, it’s obvious the question is directed at Leo, heads turning in his direction, with even the unmoving Mikey glancing over from his place on the couch. Leo swallows thickly, fixing himself straighter.

“Let’s run through the situation first.” He asserts, nodding towards Donnie. “From the intel Donnie has gathered, they haven’t been able to pinpoint our location.”

“But it’s only a matter of time before they ascertain we may be hiding below the city rather than in it.” Donnie cuts in. “After that, they’ll obviously look for us in the sewers.”

“... Right,” Leo mutters, stifling his growing nerves. “And about the case, they confirmed that the suspects they are looking for are ‘tall and heavy built’, right?”

“So far, yes. Though to be honest, they seem like only a jump away from confirming that the people they’re looking for aren’t human.” Donnie pushes up his glasses. “The only thing holding them back is public outrage. People are already giving them flak for how little their initial investigation turned up. If they start talking about monsters—”

Mikey flinches.

“—They’ll look crazy to the public. I assume they’re just waiting to have us in custody before they spill anything to the media. After that, they’ll be lauded as heroes for how quickly they captured the perps.”

Raph grumbles a string of expletives under his breath, while Casey makes his anger more apparent, kicking away a soccer ball lying at his feet.

“After everything we’ve done, six years of chasing bad guys and keeping the city safe, and this is what we get?” He raves, gesturing wildly.

“We got too comfortable with Vincent.” April points out with a click of her tongue. “She kept us under her thumb as long as she was able, and now that the pitchforks are pointed at her, she has no problem turning the tables on us.”

An uncomfortable stillness follows, sitting with the heavy stakes weighing their shoulders. Leo’s mind races for a plausible idea, a game plan that will put them ahead of the curve. A splitting headache is already beginning to roll in when he recalls his conversation with Splinter.

“A solution will arise if you take a step back and get to the heart of the issue.”

If this isn’t something they can just fight their way out of, then…

“We need to find the culprit first.”

Leo almost doesn’t believe the words that escape his lips, and it seems like nobody else does either, as he is met with wide eyes and incredulous stares.

“We find the guy? What are we, Nancy Drew and friends?” Raph throws his hands up, baffled. In contrast to Raph’s immediate disagreement, Mikey perks up, finally moving as he twists around to face Leo with hopeful eyes.

“Do you think that’ll work?”

“We don’t have many options.” Leo counters Raph, though he shoots Mikey a softer glance. “It’s worth a shot.”

“Or it's a huge waste of our time,” Raph argues, bringing up a sound point. “If the cops can’t find 'em, how are we supposed to?”

Donnie, who has been unnervingly quiet the entire exchange, has a finger pressed to his lips, eyes faraway in contemplation.

“Actually…” Without warning, he bounds over to his setup of monitors, already rapidly typing on his keyboard. “It’s not a bad idea. I already have access to the CCTVs from around the area, but I haven’t combed through them yet.”

“But the police would have already looked through all the footage, wouldn’t they?” April probes as she approaches, apprehensively staring at the flickering monitors. Donnie swivels in his seat, a familiar gleam in his eyes.

“I doubt they explored it from this angle.” He declares resolutely, pressing a key as an image of a building floor plan comes into view. “This is an old office building that neighbours the crime scene.” He zooms in on his screen, clicking the down arrow until another level shows up. “And when entering that building, there is a connecting hallway that splits off and leads to another street.”

“What are you saying, Donnie?” Leo interrupts with a twinge of impatience. Donnie glances at him, a little annoyed, before turning back to the screen. He clicks on his mouse until a pop-up arrives—a grainy footage from the opposite street where the other wing of the building is located. The thumbnail shows a vacant, still alleyway, unaware of the horrific crime that had occurred on the other street. Donnie unpauses, and the video begins to play.

For a minute, there is nothing, and Leo is already opening his mouth to question what he’s supposed to be seeing. That is, until a door opens, and a figure stumbles out. His eyes widen, his speechless shock mirrored by the others, as they watch the person stagger away, glancing behind them every so often. Then, they are out of view, blending into the crowd.

“Donnie, we need a clearer visual of them.” Leo orders, voice fraught with tension. Donnie rewinds to the moment the figure first steps into the scene before zooming in. He fiddles with the settings, enhancing the lighting, contrast, and sharpness, until their features are discernible.

A young woman, not much older than him, who appears worse for wear as she trips over her feet. Her expression is frozen with fear, even as she surveys her surroundings, hunching in on herself.

“She did this…?” Mikey questions almost breathlessly, his eyes round. Raph, similarly, looks baffled.

“Her?” He blinks owlishly. “She can’t even stand right.”

“No, guys, she couldn’t have.” Donnie corrects quietly. “There isn’t any blood on her, no murder weapon, and she looks too frightened. That’s not the face someone makes after killing three people.”

A heavy silence follows as everyone processes what they’ve seen. Leo feels as if his head is spinning, yet a wave of clarity washes over him, the gears in his mind finally beginning to turn.

“That’s not the perp. That’s our only witness.” He asserts. Heads swivel in his direction, yet his gaze remains determined and steady, finally feeling as if he’s found his footing again. His eyes draw back to the face pictured on screen, as if committing every feature to memory.

Hang on, let em cook....

Bayverse!Leonardo x reader

A/N: We’re back baby! Here to start off a new fanfic renaissance with a smut! Enjoy!💙

Song: “WHY AREN’T WE HAVING SEX?” by Liza Owen.

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Heat wave, situationship/friendship/relationship?, standing shower sex, shower sex on the floor, unprotected sex.

Strawberry colored lights / Been reading all the signs / This record on rewind / We already know / Exactly where this goes / Our bodies in no clothes / The universe says so / We already know

A heat wave had struck New York, leaving most of the people in the city fanning themselves in the warmth, doing whatever they could to cool down, but nothing seemed to be enough. It wasn’t much better in the sewers, with the Lair feeling just as hot as many apartments above ground.

The light in Leonardo’s room seemed to have taken on a red glow in the heat, as if the light itself had started to add to the stuffiness of the room. It was so hot that you had drenched your clothes with sweat, causing you to strip down to nothing but your underwear. Yet you stayed in there, laying flat on the floor next to Leo in front of a fan, trying your best to cool down. Other than the sound of the fan blowing air at full speed, was the sound of your phone playing music somewhere on the floor.

“I curse global warming”, you groaned, stretching your hands up over your head, hoping that it somehow would help. And to your joy, it did momentarily. But then Leo chuckled at your words, causing you to look in his direction, feeling your body heat up instantly. Laying next to you was Leo wearing nothing but a pair of well fitting boxers, eyes closed with a small smile as he tried to relax in the heat wave. You knew that Leo was laying beside you, and you knew that he was wearing next to nothing, yet the sight of him was enough to make your heart raise and set your skin and thoughts alight.

You and Leonard were close friends. Maybe even best friends… Who are you trying to fool? You and Leo were closer than friends and everybody knew it. One look at the two of you, and anybody could tell was far more than just a friendship. They way you spoke to each other, and the way your eyes softened when you had each other in sight. And it was no secret. There was just something strong between you and Leo. So strong that even the two of you were aware of it, fully aware that the other person knew it as well. Which is one of the reasons why you and Leo decided to spend the heat wave together, laying on the floor in nothing but boxers and underwear. Had it been normal temperature, the two of you would most likely have been cuddling in his bed like you had done so many times before, letting pillow talk lull the two of you to sleep. But something that never changed, no matter the temperature, was the dirty thoughts entering your head whenever you looked at Leo and his well built body, leading to the same question every single time; why aren’t the two of you having sex?

You and Leo cuddled pretty much all the time, no matter how much or how little clothes you were wearing. Hell, you had even changed clothes in front of each other before training together. Good lord, you have seen his tail! But you had never had sex. And what many people may find surprising, is the fact that the two of you had never kissed. To you, it was so sexually frustrating, just laying there and knowing that you could have this man, yet neither of you had ever pushed it there. But good lord, you really wanted too…

Pull up to another rental / Big house with a little pink door / Hard fact is inevitable, oh, oh-oh / Catch fire but we never see smoke / So hot when you give me control / Hard fact is inevitable, oh

“I bet you’re not the only one”, Leo chuckled, opening one eye to look at you momentarily, chuckling when he saw you staring at him.

That man… Sometimes you wondered if he knew what he did to you, just laying there and making simple existence look so god damn hot. It was enough to make your body boil with excitement.

“It’s so hot!”, you whined. “I hate being this hot! I’m so close to just taking my skin off”.

“Please don’t”, Leo said, still with his eyes closed. “I think the mess wouldn’t be worth it”.

You let out a frustrated sigh, trying to let yourself relax against the floor beneath you. But it simply wasn’t working. And that was when you decided that enough was enough, sitting on straight and grabbing a hold of your bra.

“Fuck it”.

Leo opened his eyes out of curiosity, wanting to see whatever you were planning on, only to be met with the sight of you unhooking your bra, before throwing it far away. You laid back down, raising your arms above your head once more, letting out a relaxed sigh and closing your eyes, as the air from the fan came into contact with your exposed breasts.

Leo had seen your tits before, but that did not make it less shocking and exciting for him. The one other time he had seen you topless, was when you got bored during his training, and decided to flash him. That sight had never left his mind, and he often found himself thinking about it while being alone with you, and especially when he was all by himself…

But seeing a momentary flash of your nipples could not compare to what he was looking at now. Your body - almost naked with the exception of a pair of panties - had him reliving every single fantasy he had ever had about you… Why did you have to be so hot?

Leo’s staring at that moment was shameless; lips slightly parted and his breathing getting deeper. His gaze became even more burning than the heat of the air, making you aware of someone watching you. And so you looked to Leo, feeling a shiver run through your body when you saw him. The way he just laid there and stared at you, his eyes looking at your sweaty naked chest raising up and down with each of your increasingly shallow breaths. His eyes - still friendly and kind - grew slightly darker, taking in the sight of you.

Your eyes did the same to him, taking in all of him. All the way from his head and down his toned body to-... Your leg muscles tightened. A large tent had grown in his boxers, straining against the fabric that restrained it. You almost choked on your own breath. Leonardo had dropped just by staring at your chest.

Why aren't we having sex? / Because the only thing that's on my mind is / Why aren't we having sex? / Because the only thing that's on my mind is / Why aren't we having sex?

The heat suddenly seemed much stronger, with Leonardo’s room suddenly feeling like an oven. Yet with your skin feeling like it was close to melting, you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering how Leo might look beneath those tight boxers. The bulge was more than impressive, and the thought of him slowly sliding in… You needed to cool down!

“Wanna go take a shower?”, you asked.

Leo looked up at your face, like he had just been pulled from a trance. It took him a moment to register your words, before giving you a node and a small smile.

You and Leo did not bother to put clothes on before leaving his bedroom. It was too hot. Instead you wrapped your arms around yourself, and walked behind Leo as you made your way to the bathroom. Leo walked with his hand hovering over his hardened manhood, covering himself in case anybody would see the two of you. But no one saw you, as they were most likely hiding away in their own rooms, trying to find ways to escape the air.

Naked in the bathroom / Show me something bad about you / Oh, oh, oh-oh / Come on and show me what I'm missing / Hurry up and cut the tension / Oh, oh, oh-oh

Once in the bathroom, Leo was quick to head for the shower, turning on the cold water, feeling a sudden need to cool himself off. It was as if the reality of what most likely was about to happen was hitting him, making him more nervous than he had been around you for a long time.

Leo was ready to jump into the pouring water with his boxers still on, only to freeze when he felt your hand on his arm. He turned to find you looking up at him, once again with your chest fully on display. Leo swore he could already feel himself leaking into his underwear…

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”, you asked, nodding down to his boxers.

“What about you?”, he asked, trying to keep his cool as he gestured towards the thin fabric covering your lower part.

You smiled before hooking your fingers into your panties and slipping them down your legs with ease. If you had to be honest, you had wanted to get rid of your underwear in front of Leo for so long, and the eagerness was starting to show. And though Leo was nervous, he loved seeing you like this. Naked and eager for him…

“You sure you want to see it?”, Leo asked, sounding just as breathless like he did after a long practice.

“Yes”, you answered, your voice sounding small yet yearning. “I really want to see it”.

Leo’s eyes flickered across your face as he slowly bit his bottom lip, before giving you a node, continuing to look at your face as his thumbs hooked into the waistband of his tight boxers. Pushing the tight fabric down, his long member sprang from its confines, slapping up against his lower plastron, just as eager as you, ready to stand hard and proud for you to see.

You were shocked at the size, finding yourself staring out it with your mouth open. But when you looked up at him once again, it was as if something snapped within him. One of his hands took a sudden but soft hold of the back of your neck, before pulling you to him, your chest against his plastron, his penis flush against your skin, and his lips hungryly on yours. And you reciprocated instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck as you arched against him, with a voice in your head jumping with joy and yelling “finally!”

Pull up to another rental / Big house with a little pink door / Hard fact is inevitable, oh, oh-oh / Catch fire but we never see smoke / So hot when you give me control / Hard fact is inevitable, oh, oh-oh

With your lips and tongues moving against each other like they had always wanted to, your hands moved over your bodies, touching and squeezing wherever they went. When Leo squeezed your ass, you couldn’t help but moan into the kiss. And when you gave Leo’s lower lip a light bit, the groan that escaped him made your already slick folds a slippery mess.

You grabbed a hold of Leo’s hand, before moving it in between your legs, in an attempt to let him know where you needed him.

“Show me baby”, Leo groaned against your lips. “Show me what you want”.

Using one of Leo’s thick fingers, you moved it between your folds, making sure it got covered in your wetness. Leo followed your guidance, before letting you push his finger into you, feeling your tightness stretch out around his finger. It was a sweet burn, causing you to whimper against Leo’s parted lips, as he had stopped kissing you, now watching your face close up, taking in every single reaction you gave him.

Once you had gotten used to his finger, you started to move against it, and before long, Leo was the one thrusting his finger in and out of you. It didn’t take long before you found your legs shaking and sweat dripping down your bodies.

No matter how much you wanted Leo to continue, and make you cum on his fingers, the tempting cooling shower was screaming for the two of you.

When Leo removed his finger from your wet cunt, he made sure to keep his eyes on yours, before taking his finger into his mouth, sucking your juices off of it. It almost made your knees buckle beneath you.

Why aren't we having sex? / Because the only thing that's on my mind is / Why aren't we having sex? / Because the only thing that's on my mind is / Why aren't we having sex? / Because the only thing that's on my mind is / Why aren’t we?

The feeling of the shower water hitting against your skin, seemed to add the energy the heat had taken away from you. The same thing happened to Leo, who had new strength in the way he held onto you, holding you tightly against him, like he was scared the moment would end if he let you go.

You felt emboldenment, reaching down between your bodies, for the long shaft that seemed to ache for the two of you. The feeling of your fingers wrapping around him, made Leo moan against your mouth, moving himself further into your hand, like he silently asked you to continue. And you did, moving your hand up and down his member making him buckle against you.

“Come here” Leo mumbled against you, before grabbing a hold of you and lifting you up off the ground, letting you to instinctively wrap your legs around him, feeling his hardness press up against your thigh.

Pressing you up against the cold wall, Leo used one hand to grab a hold of his penis, before letting his tip slide back and forth between your folds. You whimpered before looking down between the two of you, watching as Leo started to line himself up against your entrance. Leo looked you in the eyes, silently asking you if he could move forward. And as an answer, you nodded, your own eyes pleading him to move into you. And so Leo did, letting his head penetrate your entrance, feeling your opening stretch further around him.

You let out a loud moan, letting your head fall back against the shower wall, all while Leonardo moved further and further into you, until he couldn’t push more of him into you.

Leo rested his forehead against your shoulder, letting out a shuttering sigh at the feeling of your warm walls hugging him so tightly.

“Fuck”.

“Leo”, you said, making him look up at you. “Please move. I need you to move”.

Leo let out a chuckle, before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “As you wish, sweetheart”.

Feeling Leo move back before thrusting back into you, made you dig your nails into his skin, holding on for dear life. You had long fantasised and imagined how it would feel to let Leo fuck you, but nothing could prepare you for how good it actually felt. And he had just started…

Leo slowly allowed himself to gain more speed and force, letting a faint sound of skin slapping together grow between the two of you. With each thrust, you felt a hot fire grow within you. A different kind of hot than the heat wave that had gotten you here, but an electric one. And it only seemed to grow.

“Leo…”, you whimpered in an attempt to tell him just how good you were feeling, but the words got stuck in your throat, with nothing but moans getting out instead. But Leo seemed to understand. Even without words, he understood what you wanted. You wanted more.

Leo’s lips was back on yours as he moved you back off the wall, your legs still wrapped around him as he held you close. He kneeled down onto the floor, before laying you down before him, his member still inside of you as he followed you down. He was quick to resume his thrusting, this time at a much greater pace.

Of all the things you had imagined, you had never thought that you and Leo’s first time together would be with your back on the floor of the shower. Sure, you had thought about shower sex, but laying on the hard cold floor with his body hovering above you, the water pouring onto his shell, before running around his body and dripping onto you from his plastron. Somehow it was much better than you had ever imagined.

If you had been loud before, you might as well have been screaming now, as Leo used one hand to spread one leg further apart, opening you more to him. The sound of running water could no longer hide the smacking of skin, and with Leo moaning and groaning in your ear, you could feel your building orgasm press forward, teasing you but standing just on the edge. That was when you felt Leo twitch inside of you, letting you know that he too felt his high threatening him on the edge, with the fluttering of your walls only pushing him further along. And it was with that your high came crashing down on you, causing you to cry out and arch against Leo. Your walls clamping down on him was just was he needed, pulling out of you just in time to shoot his white ropes over your arching body, watching as his pulsing penis covered your lower half in his sperm.

Leo’s body almost collapsed onto yours, his arms keeping him from crushing down on you with his full weight, with his forehead once again resting against your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath.

Finally feeling yourself being able to think again, you couldn’t help but laugh, wrapping your arms around Leo’s neck as he looked at you, as if to ask what you were thinking.

“Maybe I don’t hate being hot after all”, you laughed, pulling him in for another kiss, as you felt the water continue to fall onto the two of you.

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💌 this is based off of a tiny little tiktok trend i’m seeing… people post specific and in-depth things that their s/o does that attracts them :) figured i’d give it a go with the bay boys. a little broad but that’s likely because this was instead written a little more suggestive than i had initially planned. but… who’s complaining? lmfao

if you’re wondering… trend: ‘things i find extremely attractive’ on tiktok

synopsis: the turtles are attractive and things get explicit. Warnings: NSFW, suggestive, 18+. MDNI. All characters aged up