wc: 1666
summary: cole finds you, alex's best friend, in the loft
warnings: unprotected piv, doggy, exhibitionism?
me: mlwtwb is such a guilty pleasure watch but here we are 😌
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You were waiting for Alex in the loft, deep into a doomscroll as you sank further into the couch.
“Who’s up there?” A voice called from the entrance to the barn — Cole. You looked up with a start, locking your phone instinctively.
“Just me,” You called, cringing at the squeaky way your voice sounded. It wasn’t like you didn’t know him; growing up in Silver Falls and being Alex Walter’s best friend made that absolutely impossible. You were just perpetually nervous around Cole.
Cole grumbled out something unintelligible, and you heard the ladder shift beneath his weight.
“Didn’t know you were back from college?” You looked up from your hands in surprise. You didn’t know Cole knew what you were up to; you wouldn’t have been surprised if he didn’t even know you’d left for college. Cole had been the brooding older brother for years now, switching up as soon as his injury took him out of football.
“Just got back,” You replied after far too long, “Was gonna surprise Alex but he’s taking ages.” Cole nodded, hardly looking at you.
“He should be home soon. I was just gonna clean up here a bit… is that okay?” It seemed like an afterthought, but you nodded anyway. It wasn’t like it was your house, despite how many times you’d been there over the years.
Awkward silence fell over the loft as you resumed scrolling, and Cole picked up various books and clutter that had built up. You could only bear it for so long, making a show of pushing yourself up from the sofa and heading toward the ladder.
It was truly an accident when your foot caught on a plastic car left on the ground by one of the siblings, sending you hurtling toward the edge of the loft.
Strong arms pulled you back, manoeuvring you in the blink of an eye until you were pressed chest to chest with Cole. It took a second for your brain to catch up with your body, breaths erratic and exaggerated as the adrenaline hit you all at once.
Cole’s arms didn’t move from around your waist, firm and encompassing. He towered above you, and you looked up at him with huge eyes, terrified and amazed at the same time. All your years of childish crushing on Cole Walter had resurfaced in moments of being in his arms.
“Thanks,” You whispered, hands resting on his chest, his heart was beating just as fast as yours.
Cole nodded, looking pained as he still didn’t move, though you both knew he should have by now. Instead, you caught him looking down at your boobs, jiggling as you breathed heavily. He looked back up at you, a tense moment lingering before you were kissing.
You couldn’t say who’d kissed who, but it was messy, hot and wet as lips, tongues and teeth clashed hurriedly. Years of tension rising to the surface as you looped your arms around his neck, pulling Cole ever closer.
He took charge, leading you blindly back towards the very sofa you’d just been lounging on. You wasted no time, knowing you likely didn’t have long. Neither of you wasted time in discarding shirts, simply pulling your summer tank top below your breasts so Cole could cup them, flicking your nipple with his thumb.
You broke the kiss to let out a little gasp, arching your back when Cole doubled down, pinching and twisting it almost painfully.
“Shut the fuck up,” He hissed, attacking your neck with bites and kisses, “The barn doors are still open.”
Cole kissed his way back up to your lips as his hands strayed lower, popping the button of your long denim shorts and shimmying them down your legs. He wasted no time in touching you over your panties, observing your reactions to give you the most pleasure.
“Cole, please,” You whimpered, bucking your hips.
“You want more?” He asked, circling your clit over the thin fabric and laughing meanly when you nodded hysterically, “If you make another sound, I’ll stop.”
Cole held intense eye contact as he slowly entered one finger into you, patient as you tried to contain your reactions. Your fingers threaded through his hair, gripping tightly as you tried to stay silent, breaths hiccuppy and irregular.
Two more fingers pushed into your hole, stretching you out deliciously as you reached blindly down to Cole’s jeans, pulling the zipper and yanking them down along with his boxers.
You jerked each other off, your pussy making an obscene squelch around Cole’s fingers, pistoning in and out of you.
“Need more, Cole,” You begged, teasing the tip of his dick until his hips stuttered of their own accord.
“Yeah? You want my cock?”
You nodded aggressively, grinding against the air as your desperation grew.
“Pathetic,” He laughed, manhandling you onto your knees, elbows leaning against the back of the sofa, facing away from him.
Cole wasn’t gentle when he entered you, plunging in all at once and groaning alongside you.
“Fuck,” He leant down so his mouth was beside your ear, snapping his hips against you, “Been thinking about this for so long, my little brother’s hot best friend.”
You pushed back against him desperately, dripping at his confession. Of course, you’d fantasised about Cole; it was the oldest cliché in the book. Curses slipped from your lips as he filled you up, cock stretching you like you’d never experienced. Cole grabbed your chin with one hand, pulling your upper body against him easily.
“Had to watch you spend summers at our house in those fucking bikinis, prancing around like you wanted me to fuck you in front of everyone,” He groaned, abusing your nipples as you jerked and writhed beneath him.
Your hands snuck up to grab his hair, bucking your hips against him with wild abandon.
Then, the barn door creaked, and you both stopped on your tracks, Cole’s dick still inside you. You looked at him with fear, the idea of being caught by any of the Walters a literal nightmare.
Footsteps crunched on the hay of the barn, a few tools clanging together. You didn’t know who it was, and you didn’t want to wait to be caught. You moved to pull yourself off of him and grab your shirt, but Cole gripped your waist harshly, shoving you back down so you were leaning against the back of the sofa. He followed you down, his voice a husky whisper in your ear.
“Guess you’re just gonna have to shut the fuck up, huh?” He pushed back in slowly, shoving his hand over your mouth as you tried to muffle your moans. Cole seemed to be trying his best to make you break, reaching around to rub tight circles around your clit, sending quivering pleasure all through your body.
You’d just made peace with Cole fucking you, thinking you could stay quiet enough that you could escape unnoticed. Of course, he had to make things harder.
“Hey,” He called down, evil glint in his eye.
“Cole?” Alex asked, unseen, and the terror almost overwhelmed your pleasure, “What are you doing?”
“Just cleaning the loft. Your friend’s coming later, isn’t she?” He moved in and out of you slowly, letting you feel every ridge of his dick.
“Yeah, she’s supposed to be here any minute.”
Cole was being cruel — making faces at you like he had no idea that he was the root of your struggle. He kept talking, engaging Alex in casual smalltalk as tears brimmed in your eyes, the pressure of a building orgasm mounting.
When it was becoming too much, arms trembling as you tried to hold yourself up, you reached to where Cole’s hand covered your mouth to tap three times. A warning.
“Alright, bud, well, hope she gets here soon,” Cole all but cut his brother off, sending him out of the barn in a rush.
As soon as the creaky door swung shut, Cole picked up the pace again, shoving your head down with his fingers threaded through your hair.
“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” He cooed, an obscene slapping sound filling the loft as you were both brought closer to climax.
“Yes, fuck, Cole. Please!” You cried, breaking into a high-pitched, breathy moan. Pleasure overtook your senses, unable to control your volume even though Alex could very well have still been outside.
Cole pulled out, spilling over your back with a strangled groan, hands gripping tight around the fat of your hips. You came down together, Cole slumping down beside you on the couch, breathing heavily.
You looked at him, a sheen of sweat coating your skin.
“What was that?” You asked, suddenly shy despite the fact that he’d seen your most intimate state.
“Been dreaming of that for a long time,” He admitted, shimmying back into his jeans.
“So it’s… not just a one-time thing?” You couldn’t contain the beam of hope that had burst through your heart, the idea of finally having your best friend’s brother in reach earth-shaking.
You crept around to the Walter’s front door with a pep in your step, thoroughly thrilled with the events of the day. It wasn’t at all how you thought a standard summer reunion was going to go, but no one would hear a complaint from you.
After being welcomed by all hundred of the Walter family members, Alex led you upstairs, already talking your ear off about what you’d missed while you were away.
“And,” He slammed the door shut, giving you both privacy, “I just walked into the barn to feed the horses, and I’m pretty sure Cole was fucking some girl up there.”
“That's crazy,” You laughed, nails burning crescents into your palm.
Because I think too much about the BAYVERSE TURTLES I specifically asked myself what they actually might smell like. Not being weird! Just what they actually smell like and not just what we pick just because we like them.
How do they naturally smell?
They probably don't smell good by human standards, but not necessarily because they're turtles.
Think of a combination of:
• Damp concrete.
• Freshwater and algae.
• Old pipes.
• Wet fabric.
• Leather gear that's been used for years.
• A faint reptilian/musky scent.
If they've just come back from a mission through the sewers, that smell would be noticeably stronger.
However, they're also shown caring about themselves and their home. Their lair isn't pristine, but it's organized enough that they're clearly not living in complete filth.
Do they bathe?
Almost certainly.
The lair has running water and plumbing. It's hard to imagine Splinter letting them go weeks without washing.
A realistic routine would probably be:
• Shower after patrols.
• Wash off sewer grime before relaxing.
• Clean shells and gear regularly.
That alone would remove most of the "sewer smell.”
Could they use deodorant?
Yes.
There's nothing stopping them.
In fact, it makes sense they'd use stick deodorant if April ever brought them some or they bought it themselves during supply runs.
It wouldn't completely eliminate their natural scent, but it would help with sweat, especially because they train constantly.
Cologne?
Probably—but differently for each turtle.
Heavy cologne would actually be a bad idea during stealth missions because strong fragrances make you easier to detect.
If any of them wore something, it'd likely be very light.
My guesses:
• Leonardo: Maybe a subtle clean scent if he ever uses one. Nothing flashy.
• Raphael: Probably doesn't bother most days unless someone nags him.
• Donatello: More interested in hygiene than fragrance. He'd probably use unscented products because strong scents could bother him while working with electronics.
• Michelangelo: Absolutely the one most likely to experiment with body spray or cheap cologne because he thinks it smells cool.
Do humans notice?
Yes.
April has known them long enough she'd probably stop noticing unless they've just crawled out of a sewer tunnel.
Someone meeting them for the first time would probably think:
"...Why does it smell damp in here?"
rather than,
"They smell like garbage."
Would Splinter encourage hygiene?
Absolutely.
• Splinter teaches discipline.
• That likely extends to:
• Washing after training.
• Keeping weapons clean.
• Maintaining gear.
• Taking care of themselves.
Good hygiene fits his philosophy of respecting yourself and your environment.
Most realistic conclusion
The "they constantly reek like raw sewage" idea is probably exaggerated in fan works.
A more accurate headcanon is:
• After a patrol, they smell like damp tunnels, wet concrete, leather, and a mild reptilian musk.
• After a shower, they're mostly clean but still have a faint unique reptile scent humans would notice up close.
• They could absolutely use deodorant, soap, shampoo (or shell-safe cleansers), and even a little cologne or body spray if they wanted. It just wouldn't completely erase their natural scent, and for stealth missions they'd likely avoid anything strongly fragranced.
I love hc where Raph takes super good care of his body like a temple, while Donnie is out there testing nuclear on a body that hasn't slept for a week.
