Tmnt X Readers And OCs

11.0 Mikey x Reader

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Since the day you met Mikey, he constantly flirted with you. Most of the time, you would just mistake his flirtatious attitude as him just being nice and goofy. You never thought it meant that he liked you, but his coquettish ways definitely made you start falling for him. 

Michelangelo had invited you over to the lair to bake cookies. You sat on the counter and  sifted through the Internet, looking for the best and easiest recipe you could follow. 

Mikey slid an arm around your shoulder. "Angel Cakes, just pick one. None of them are going to be sweeter than you are. "

You pushed his face away and moved your phone away from his view. "I can't just do anything. Some of these recipes are terrible. Have you ever seen one of Tasty's videos? Some of those videos are trash."

Mikey groaned and began pulling various ingredients from the cabinet. He waved the bag of chocolates chips in your face. "Seriously, love, we can just use the basics. We're baking for ourselves, not Jacques Torres."

You laugh and shake your head at the orange masked turtle. "Yeah, well I don't want to make cookies as bad as the ones on Nailed It!" You blush slightly as you think about the countless nicknames he has given you, the newest one being 'love.' "Anyway, look at this one. It's (favorite cookie) and we have everything we need to make it already."

"Finally!" He hugged you. "Let's get down to business, baby love."

Secretly, Mikey had hoped that all of the coy nicknames he showered you with would give you a hint about his feelings for you. Granted, he's given you nicknames since the first time you met, but he was hoping the more love-dovey they got, the more you would understand. It didn't seem to be working so far, unless you just didn't share his feelings. Most things you would blush at and just brush them off as if they never happened.

That's when the most cliche idea known to man popped up in Michelangelo's head. He smiled to himself. "Pass me the flour, beautiful."

You giggle and hand him a bag of the flour, turning your attention back to the oven so you could preheat it. Once you did so, you turned to say something to Mikey, but were quickly cut short when you were hit with a handful of flour. You cough, attempting to rid yourself of all of the ingredient that had invaded your face. 

"You are so dead, Michelangelo!" You yell, tossing baking powder all over him. 

He laughed and continued to attack you with various food products. It was all fun and games until he poured water all over you and ran out of the kitchen. Wiping your face, you ran after the teenage ninja. He clearly made an effort to run slow enough for you to catch him, but you didn't care about that at the moment. Tackling him, you pin his hands down above his head.

He smirked at you. "Someone's been training with Splinter lately."

You rolled your eyes, a smile making its way to your face, despite how upset you currently were. "Oh, hush. You and I both know you wanted me to catch you. The question is, why. Why did you attack me with food and then willingly let me catch you?"

Mikey sighed. "I'm just going to go out on a limb here and just say it." He watched as your face flushed with embarrassment. He hoped that was a sign that you liked him back, or else the next few minutes would be awkward. "You have a little something on your face."

You let go of his hands and crossed your arms, sitting back some. "Gee, I wonder whose fault it is." You glared at him.

"Chill, mama. I'll get it." He reached a hand out and wiped your cheek. He kissed the same spot and waited for your reaction.

You stuttered, trying comprehend what just happened. Then you realized, it was his plan all along. Here you were, sitting on his plastron and flustered. You weren't going to let him have all of the fun. If he wanted to know how you felt about him, he wasn't about to find out through your embarrassment. 

You smirked at him. "I think you missed, sweetheart. Wanna try that again?"

He returned your smirk. "Well played, y/n. You must want me to kiss you. Is that what you want?"

You stood up from your position. You helped Mikey up, while keeping the expression on your face. "I want you to do whatever it is that you want to do."

He grabbed your hand. "Well, I want you to do whatever it is that you think it is that I want to do."

"Okay, then I want you to do what you want me to do based on what I think it is you want to do." You close the space in between you.

Mikey lost track of what to say. "I want you... to... ah forget it!" He cupped your face with his free hand and connected his lips with yours. You placed your free hand on his chest and melted into the kiss. When you separated, Mikey said, "You taste like sugar, sugar."

You laugh and jokingly push him away. "Once again, that would be your fault, sugar." You begin t walk away. "Now, come on. I want some cookies."