what if....
I posted an unfinished (and unedited in parts) Bayverse fic randomly?
Pair: Turtles x Female!Reader Rated: M Words: 6,300k
Saturday nights were for hanging out with the turtles and tonight was no different than the others… Except for the fact that you were kind of bored.
You were scheduled to watch a new movie tonight with the gang, but that plan had been ruined by an intermittent internet connection that even Donatello’s technical prowess couldn’t fix. Not that he didn’t try, but asking for a clear feed hundreds of feet down into the sewers when it was storming outside was a lot.
So you guys turned to video games.
You enjoyed the collaborative multiplayer games you played with the guys and even scored a few wins when you switched to playing party games; but the moment Michelangelo suggested playing a battle royale fighting game you dipped out. Fighting games were fun with normal people. Taking on the turtles however was just handing them the win.
For guys who only had three fingers it was amazing and incredibly frustrating to witness the chain-linking combos they were able to pull off. And regardless of the ass-whoopping they always served to you, they were the biggest sore-winners.
“C’mon one more game!”
“Nooo! You can do it! I believe in you!”
“Okay for now on, I’ll only play this character and that’ll make it easier for you,” they’d say.
You weren’t having any of that tonight.
Resorting to a coin toss, fate decided that you’d play a game of Uno over starting a new DND campaign. However the card game was short lived as an argument broke out between two of the brothers over who said ‘Uno’ first, and fists were nearly exchanged. After that your group split ways for a much needed breather.
It was turning out to be a long night of ‘duds’ but you weren’t going anywhere with the weather being as bad as it was. So, you plopped your ass on the couch and resorted to your pre-bedtime nightly ritual: scrolling on your phone. At some point in the activity, the brothers returned to your side.
Donatello had placed himself at the other end of the couch, allowing you to rest your feet on his lap as he joined in on doom scrolling with a tablet. Michelangelo sat near, sunk in a beanbag as he doodled away in a sketchbook. Leonardo had pulled up a stool to sit on while he worked nearby on a puzzle craft, and Raphael sprawled out on the floor, lying on his plastron as he played a handheld console.
While the company was nice, you couldn’t help but feel unsatisfied with the evening.
But the night wasn’t over yet…
Giving your retinas a break from blue light strain you glanced upwards and spotted something in the distance.
A basketball hoop hung inhumanly high on one of the supporting columns of the lair. One of your brows arched above the other as you cocked your head at the sight.
You had seen the boys play basketball before, but they had never used that hoop, probably due to the insane height. They might have been skilled ninjas, but surely they couldn’t actually drop any shots in there…
Or?--
“Hey,” you spoke aloud, still looking up at the hoop. None of the brothers responded directly to you but you knew they were waiting for you to continue.
“That basketball hoop up there,” you pointed with one hand and felt Donatello move slightly to look in the direction.
“Yeah?” He answered.
“What’s it doing up there?”
“What do ya think it’s for?” Raphael snarked.
You clicked your tongue. “Ain’t no way you can shoot up there.”
“Well… It took some practice but–” Donatello began to chime in but you sat up abruptly, startling him and cutting off his response.
“No way!” You insisted and a huff of amusement blew from his nostrils as he recomposed himself.
“Yes way,” he smirked.
“I don’t believe it,” you paused when a thought came to mind. “...Specially not you.”
The purple turtle gave you a look of utter disbelief, leaning back as if you had just took a shot at him. Which, you supposed you had.
“Why not me?” He asked, slight in his tone.
“Well, I mean–” You shrugged and gestured to his being. Putting on a facade of nonchalance to which Donatello gave you an even more confused look. “You’re a big o’l nerd.”
Stifled snorts and laughter came from the others and Donatello shot a glare at all of them.
“Got ‘em!” Michelangleo quipped without looking up from his drawing.
Donatello rolled his eyes. “I’m also dexterous, precise, vertically gifted…” He muttered under his breath but his brawny counterpart caught the hushed words and let out a hard laugh.
“Alright Don…” Raphael said in a disbelieving tone.
Donatello scoffed, “You guys have seen me shoot!”
“Mmm… It’s been a while.” Leonardo joined in on the teasing.
“I bet fifty dollars you can’t make that shot up there,” you crossed your arms and nodded at the hoop in question.
The ‘nerdy’ turtle gave you a thin lipped smile as his brows came together over his eyes, shooting you a determined glare. “How considerate of you to add to our takeout budget,” he said whilst pushing your feet off his lap and standing up from the couch. “Especially since it costs a lot to feed Mikey.” He started before walking off elsewhere.
You laughed a little and Michelangelo clicked his tongue and held out his arms in offense to the claim.
“Why am I catching strays all the sudden?” He complained, but the purple turtle didn’t bother to comment further.
After a minute Donatello returned with a basketball in his hands, and you couldn’t help but to notice how small the ball looked. Everything was smaller in comparison to your mutant friends, but it always surprised you nonetheless.
You sat up on your knees and leaned over the spine of the couch to watch him line up his shot.
Donatello positioned his feet shoulder length apart, and bent his knees slightly. Looking up at the hoop, his gaze narrowed as he plotted his throw. He spun the ball in his hands once before bouncing it off the floor and you saw the slightest bit of pink poke out from between his lips as he extended his arms above his head, one higher than the other.
The ball shot off from his hands and flew through the air in an unbelievable arch.
Your mouth gaped as your eyes followed its trajectory and you blinked with surprise as it fell through the circled enclosure and dropped down the net. The sound of the ball smacking and bouncing against the hard concrete floor deafening.
Donatello turned to face you and you watched as his lips slowly curved upwards into a smug smirk.
He held out his hand to you and curled his fingers twice, “Pay up.”
Feeling the dryness of your mouth, you closed it with a swallow and huffed. You turned from him in avoidance and shrugged. “You know I don’t have cash on me,” you half-lied. You had cash on you but not fifty dollars.
“Mhmm. ” Donatello hummed knowingly. “I’ll add it to your ever accumulating tab.”
“Right…” you chuckled dryly before clearing your throat. “But I had a moment of ignorance. Of course you could make that shot! You’re a skilled ninja after all!”
“As I clearly ment–” Donatello tried to reinstate but you carried on before he could finish.
“Now if you coullld– I don’t know… make that shot without your glasses, then I’d be willing to up the ante.” You turned back to him with a tantalizing smile on your face.
One side of Donatello’s mask pushed above the other and he blinked, staring at you in quiet disbelief.
He turned his head to look back at the hoop and finally spoke. “I’m niiinety–” he drew out the number as he ran internal calculations in his head, “six percent sure that I could still make the shot even without my glasses being on. But you my friend,” he turned to look back at you, “are broke.”
“Money isn’t the only thing I have to offer.” You laced your tone with intrigue and winked at him for emphasis.
“I mean– you can’t have much. You’re spending your Saturday night down in the sewers with four turtles and frozen pizza.” Michelangelo rudely added to your conversation.
“Ooooh.” Raphael jeered and you caught stifled laughter coming from Leonardo despite him trying to muffle his amusement with a hand.
You glared at them before speaking again. “Well… I suppose it would be something you aren’t familiar with since you’re all bitchless, but as your good friend,” you placed a hand upon your chest, feigning humility, “I vow to change that tonight.”
The four brothers looked back and forth between each other, sharing confusion as they waited for you to come outright with it.
“If you can make that shot without your glasses,” You smirked looking at Donatello and pausing purposely for dramatic effect, “I will strip naked.”
The whites of Donatello’s eyes grew comically large as your words processed in his head and now you had to do your best from laughing. A small gasp came from his lips as he parted them to speak, but his smaller brother beat him to the punch.
“Whoa!!” Michelangelo jumped up from his seat in the bean bag and onto the couch with you. “Hi–Hello!!” He waved at you. “I would like to partake in this gamble please.”
“Mikey, don’t be so gullible. She’s obviously messing with ya.” Raphael grunted, sitting up cross legged on the floor.
“No, I’m not.” You said plainly as you stood up from the couch and walked off to retrieve the basketball in the distance. You checked the ball to Donatello who almost failed to catch it, obviously still in awe of your impromptu offer.
“But I suppose the rest of you will have to take your shots blindfolded to make it fair.” You shrugged. “So, how about it? You guys score and then you… score?” You raised your brows in a taunting manner and smiled mischievously.
You expected some quiet contemplation when it came to the other brothers, but even Michelangelo kept his thoughts internal. You watched the four of them look between each as if they were having a telepathic conversation about the offer. After a few seconds, Leonardo stood up from his seat and looked towards you.
Your eyes caught the subtle twitch of his fingertips at his sides but you forced your gaze back up to his as he spoke.
“Are you sure about this?” The browline of his mask came together with uncertainty and he looked away from you briefly. “This would be… taking our friendship to a whole different level that I don’t think we could go back on.” His fingers curled into fist.
“Says who? We’re all adults here and this is nothing more than a fun game to pass the time, just as our Saturday nights normally go. But if you’re uncomfortable with the idea, then we won’t play,” you shrugged.
Michelangelo audibly choked at your rationale and immediately shot Leonardo a look, rushing over to him in an instant. He pulled his blue brother close by wrapping an arm around his neck and he spoke hushed words you couldn’t quite make out until you realized he was speaking in a different tongue entirely. Raphael and Donatello quickly joined in on the secretive huddle, and you gazed upon their shells as you waited for them to come to a consensus.
A few seconds later the brothers disbanded and Michelangelo turned to you with a wide smile on his face to which Leonardo looked unamused but not uncomfortable like before.
“We accept your humble offer,” Michelangelo dramatically bowed his head and you couldn’t help but smile as you shook yours. “But,” he held up two fingers before continuing, “we have some conditions.”
“Okay?”
“First, we get one practice shot without any penalties,” he stated.
“Fair,” you nodded.
“And second, we want to get straight to the point. No taking off your shoes and socks individually… It goes shirt, bra, pants, underwear.”
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“Preferably,” Donatello added.
“Yeah, if you’re comfortable with that,” Leonardo joined.
You smiled even more, placing a hand to your hip and jutting it out to one side. “Fine by me. But if you miss a shot I put a piece of clothes back on. Gotta raise the stakes,” you winked.
“Oh no. Another opportunity to make you take your clothes off again? Whatever shall we do?” Michelangelo mocked and put the back side of one of his palms to his head in feigned distress.
Raphael elbowed him in the exposed area of his side, garnering a soft cry from the turtle. “Better not fumble this for us,” he teased.
The orange turtle scoffed, “Bro, I’ve seen you shoot. Worry about your own three pointers.” He retorted and the large turtle dismissed him with a wave of his hand.
“Okay then!” You clapped your hands together in initiation and looked to Donatello. “You wanna take another practice shot then Donnie?” You asked.
The purple colored turtle looked down to the ball in his hands, staring at it in silence briefly before lifting his head back up to you. With a single hand, he reached up to his face and took off his frames, carefully setting them on a table to the side.
Your brows rose to your forehead with genuine surprise. “Alright,” you folded your arms over your chest and smirked with satisfaction.
This was gonna be fun.
“Come on Donnie, you got this!” Michelangelo encouraged.
You and his brothers grew silent when Donatello got into position.
You observed how his now beady eyes narrowed in on the basketball hoop and frowned, suddenly feeling guilty for taking advantage of his disability.
He spun the ball in his hands once, bouncing it against the hard concrete floor a few times before giving it a final spin. Extending his arms just as before he launched the ball into the air, and just like last time it found its home.
Well damn.
Raphael let out a holler of excitement. Rushing over to his taller brother and clapped both of his hands on his shoulders.
“Atta boy!” He gave him a loving shake.
Donnie’s look of uncertainty quickly vanished and was replaced with a sincere smile that grew larger as the realization hit him.
You clapped your hands slowly. “I’m impressed, Don.”
“Thank you,” he replied promptly, putting his glasses back on and turning to face you.
Your hands went to the bottom of your top. Arms crossed as you began to lift it up and off your body, but you stopped just as you exposed your midsection. A thought came to you and you smiled mischievously.
“I’ll sweeten the deal.” You said and they all looked at you curiously. “You,” you nodded at Donatello, “can take it off me.”
Donnie blinked, not registering what you had said. However when it finally clicked in his head, his eyes grew again and lips fell apart.
“No way,” Michelangleo spoke in place of his lost words.
“Way,” you stepped up to Donatello and took it upon yourself to guide the purple colored turtle. You took his large, tridactyl hands into your five-fingered ones and guided them to the end of your top.
At first Donatello didn’t move. His eyes flickered back and forth from your face to your chest, as if checking to see if you were serious about the implication. You gave a nod of approval just to ease his nerves and that seemed to bring him some relief.
He lifted your shirt slowly. You assumed he was being careful of not getting it caught on your ears as he pulled it off of you, but another thought told you he might have been staring at your goods since he now had the opportunity. As the shirt finally came over your head your suspicions were confirmed, seeing his hazels large and locked on your chest.
You felt pride swarm within you and it was difficult to not preen at the attention he was giving you. Although you couldn’t stop yourself from getting verbal praise.
“...Like what you see?” You raised an eyebrow and quirked your lips at him.
Donatello was lost in his own world as he stared at your breasts but after a few seconds of silence his eyes flickered up to you and he startled realizing you were awaiting his response.
“Y-Yes!! Uh! They’re very– uh– lovely!” He nodded eagerly but took a quick step away from you.
You giggled at his embarrassed manner, “Thanks.”
“Me next! Me next!” Mikey waved one of his hands dramatically in the air to steal your attention towards him and you noticed he already had the basketball ready in his other hand.
“Alright, alright” You waved a dismissive hand at him. “Let’s see what you got.”
“They don’t call me ‘Michael’ for nothing,” Michelangelo grinned and spun the ball on one of his fingers to showboat.
There was a collective groan from the others and you rolled your eyes in a playful manner, folding your arms over your chest and jutting your hip out.
“Ah! Ah!” Michelangelo dropped to the ball and held it against his waist to wag a finger at you. “No covering up!”
“I’m cold!” You argued. “Hurry up!”
He snickered before turning his head to the hoop in the ceiling. Effortlessly he made his shot and it went through.
Leonardo clapped his hands, “Alright, now lets see that once more.”
“Thanks, coach.” Michelangelo mocked as he turned his bandana backwards on his head. Covering his eyes with the orange cloth.
He dribbled the ball once, twice, three times… four… by the fifth dribble your eyelids fell unamused.
“Shoot!” Raphael barked just before you did and you watched the smaller turtle flinch.
“Dude!” He caught the ball in his hands and turned to his brother. Lifting up his bandana over one eye to glare at him. “Do you wanna see tits or not?”
“Yeah, today hopefully!” Raphael replied and you snickered into your shoulder at the remark.
“Patience…” Michelangelo spoke in what you presumed was a ‘wise old man impression’… Splinter, maybe, before pulling the bandana back over his eyes and turning forward once more.
He bounced the ball two more times before finally making his shot.
“Kobe-beef!” He called out as he propelled the ball across the room.
Watching its trajectory follow the same path as Donatello’s you knew it was gonna drop in the hoop once more.
Michelangelo cupped a hand towards his ear, waiting for the sound of the ball dropping into the net and when he finally heard it he grinned.
“Sometimes you gotta pop out and show ninjas~” Michelangelo sang before twisting his mask back into place. He held up his arms at his sides and moved them back and forth in a tidal wave motion, shuffling his feet in rhythmic movements as he crossed the floor over to you.
“Let’s see those titties~” He smirked.
“So romantic,” you said sarcastically but smiled.
“Y’know it~” He gave you a wink.
You felt his unnatural body heat permeate from his hands before he actually touched you. His scaled knuckles brushed over your skin as he gently pulled your bra straps off your shoulders. The feeling elicited a shudder from you but you fought back the desire despite how it aroused something with you.
You pulled your arms up out of the loops and put them behind your back to assist him with the hooks of your bra, and the moment they snapped free, Michelangelo’s hands were on your breast.
He peeled the cups from your skin in a surprisingly slow manner. Looking cautiously as if he was a kid discovering porn for the first time and not wanting to be caught. You glanced up and noticed the rest of his brothers had moved in closer for the show, and they too looked just as curious as their youngest.
When your breast fell out of their confinements you heard them all draw in a quiet breath.
If this game was anything it was definitely a boost to your confidence.
That heat you felt before returned to your skin and burned hotter directly onto your flesh and you realized Michelangelo was actually touching you now.
The soft underside of his palms had been cradling your breast in his hands. Gently his digits kneaded into you skin. His thumbs slowly moving over the tops of your mounds and eventually down to your nipples where he circled your perked buds.
This time you couldn’t stop the shiver of pleasure from running over your body.
Fuck…
That hadn’t been part of the deal but you weren’t sure if you cared to stop it.
A harsh discontent noise cut through the silence and pulled you out of the moment and you suddenly remembered the other brothers. You felt your own warmth burn your cheeks as blood rushed to your face and you immediately put your hands on Michelangelo's to stop him.
“Michelangelo…” Leonardo warned.
“Huh?” The smaller turtle lightly perked his head and blinked, as if snapping out of a trance.
“Alright,” you laughed to try and play off what had just happened. “You had your fun. Let’s see if Raphael can score,” you pulled his hands off of you and folded your arms back over your chest before turning to the red turtle.
His gaze on you immediately flickered away when you made eye contact with him, and you swore the hue on his cheeks was darker than before. He huffed, rolling his shoulders forward with a shake and walked off to gather the ball and get into position.
He held the ball firm in his hands. Narrowing his eyes into a squint and observing the distance from his spot and to the hoop. He bounced the ball hard against the ground once before shooting it off. It flew fast, and you winced thinking it was going to smack against the backboard, but a few feet away it dropped in its velocity and landed securely through the net.
“Niiice,” Michelangleo cheered as he went to retrieve the ball for him.
Raphael only grunted in response with his eyes to the ground. You couldn’t help but feel he was avoiding looking your way at all costs.
You weren't particularly sure how to take that. Although seeing as how he took off his mask to put it back on as a blindfold reassured you.
He bounced the ball twice this time before lining up his shot.
You briefly glanced at his polar opposite, curious to see if he had confidence in his brother's ability.
Donatello's eyes watched adamantly and you saw them follow the ball as it was lobbed into the air. You looked back to see the ball traveling slower this time but its arch was substantially wider.
The ball hit the rim of the net and you heard a gasp come from Michelangelo as it circled the hoop. Your lips parted with a hitch when the ball teetered on the edge of the rim, but you blew out a quiet breath of relief after seeing it fall through the hole and hit the ground.
“Yeah!!” Michelangelo exploded, throwing his arms into the air with a small jump. “I never doubted him for a second!” He turned to Leonardo and nudged him in the side with his elbow.
“Uh-huh...” Leonardo said skeptically but smiled nonetheless.
You smiled as well until you looked back to Raphael who had his eyes on the ground again instead of you...
“...Hey, big guy?” You took a cautious step towards Raphael, chest still covered by your arms. ”Don't you wanna come claim your prize?” You shrugged.
Raphael's emerald eyes flashed over to you in a look of disbelief before snapping away. “Don't— say it like that...” He muttered and turned from you slightly.
You stared at him in silent confusion. His sudden reluctance humbled you, and you contemplated asking if he still wanted to participate, but you realized he hadn't actually said 'no'.
One thing you had come to learn about Raphael was that he was stubborn as all hell and uncomfortable with change. However in most situations he could overcome his reservations with some encouragement...
You quietly crept closer although your careful movement didn't go unnoticed by the behemoth. He glanced at you a few times before he focused his attention elsewhere. You watched as his own arms came up and over his plastron but you didn't take the nervous gesture to heart.
You stood next to him, shoulder almost meeting his elbow as you got close. He eyed you once more and shifted his weight away from you before looking away.
“...Do you not want to play anymore? You seemed pretty excited at first.” You asked, and immediately heard Michelangelo’s mouth pop open, but you snapped your head to him, shooting him a hard glare to shut him up.
The orange turtle closed his mouth and you turned your attention back to Raphael.
He grumbled, rolling his shoulders once more.
“Yeah, that was before I saw how dumb my brothers became after...” He trailed off, clearly hesitating to say what was on his mind. “It's just— You-You don't think this is weird?” He finally voiced his thoughts, looking down at you with wide curious eyes.
“It is weird.” You stated and he choked on air, caught off guard by your bluntness. You winced a smile and shrugged again. “But it's also fun!”
The large turtle gave you an incredulous look and you quickly pressed on, not wanting to lose him entirely.
”I mean it's only weird because we've never done something like this before. But—“ You held out your hand in a casual display as you spoke, exposing one of your breasts. He couldn’t keep his gaze from flickering to it before quickly looking back to your face.
You bit the inside of your gums so as not to smile, noticing the hue of his cheeks turn a darker shade of green.
“It's not a 'uncomfortable' weird, it's just a 'new' weird. I promise you I'm having a good time, so you don't have to worry about me. Although I appreciate the concern,” you said and pressed your palm to his arm in a sincere gesture, rubbing your thumb across his pebbled skin.
You felt him tense at your touch but after a few seconds of silence his muscles relaxed and he withdrew one of his hands to take yours.
You looked to him with a soft smile on your face as he mimicked your affectionate gesture, rubbing his own thumb atop your palm.
“So... do you wanna help me with these?” You glanced down and tugged on your bottoms, “or do you want me to take them off for you?” you offered but Raphael scoffed.
“An' let Mikey have all the fun?” He finally turned to face you. With his hand, he pulled you to him. Crossing his other arm over your back and holding you close. Your breast pressed against his armored chest as he held you to him and you looked up at him to search his expression, only for your breath to hitch as you felt his calloused fingers move down your bare back and slither their way to the rim of your pants.
He hunched over, leaning his head next to yours.
“Not a chance,” his breath was hot against your ear and you bit down on your bottom lip to resist the urge to shiver again.
You lost that fight the moment his palm slipped in between your flesh and the waistband of your pants and pushed them down effortlessly.
For being 'bitchless'; as you once so elegantly put, that was surprisingly smooth.
Unlike his warm-colored brother, Raphael wasn't bold enough to cop a feel, but he didn't let go of you either.
You weren't sure if he was waiting for you to pull away or what, but he returned his hand to your back. Resting his palm in the dip of your spine.
You could feel the subtle movement of Raphael craning his neck and sensed his eyes peering at naked flesh.
There was something about the interaction that suddenly felt... dangerous and you froze.
You, small and fragile against his hulking form, trapped in his hard embrace while he exposed you nearly bare to his brethren who had enveloped the two of you so there was no possible means of escape even if you got out of his clutches.
You had willingly made yourself prey among predators; dishing out your body while they made a game of playing with you and you—
loved it.
“Uh... ref? You gonna call a delay of game penalty or what?” Michelangelo spoke and you blinked.
Leonardo coughed in response, “Ah... yeah.”
“Penalize this,” Raphael snarled and held out his arm from you in what you could only assume was him flipping his brother the bird.
“Har, har...” Michelangelo retorted unamused.
Finally, and somewhat reluctantly, you pulled yourself from Raphael's grasp. Although you were tempted to embrace him again once you felt the cool air of the sewers cling onto your naked skin.
You rubbed your arms with your hands in attempt to warm your flesh. “Yeah, let's get this game going again.” You sided with the others and turned looking at Leonardo expectantly.
He tensed at your gaze and you raised a questioning brow as he stared at you. You dreaded the idea of having to give another pep talk, but seeing his eyes dip and scan over you, you realized it wasn't that he was hesitant.
But rather, he was observant.
You closed your eyes briefly and let your chest swell with pride as you breathed relief.
Upon opening your eyes, you leaned your weight to one foot. Jutting out your hip to the same side, accentuating your figures curve in a seductive display.
“Well, Lee. Final shot is up to you.” You said and smirked seeing his jaw clench as he swallowed.
You glanced at the others looking for the basketball and realized no one had yet retrieved it from the floor, so you went to get it yourself. Throwing your modesty completely aside and sauntering over to its spot on the floor.
You could feel the stares of the turtles burning into your backside as you turned your exposed back to them and you had to bite back from grinning at the tingling sensation that buzzed within you. However your excitement overtook you and you were unable to stop yourself from the devious impulse of bending over in an exaggerated fashion when you went to pick up the ball from the ground.
Pushing off the ground with the tip of your toes to extend your legs and push your bottom into the air as you arched your back into a delicious curve. You dipped your head and torso down as far as you could, suspending yourself in the air briefly while your tits dangled freely towards earth's gravitational pull.
One of the brothers let out a guttural groan, and you snickered into your shoulder before finally picking up the ball and standing up straight.
No longer being modest, you tossed the ball Leonardo's way with a lob.
Even with his eyes glued to your body, he caught the ball with ease. A testament to his honed reflexes.
“Good luck,” you winked and blew him a kiss.
He muttered something foreign under his breath and struggled to turn away from you. Peeking back once over his shoulder before finally breaking eye contact. He dribbled the ball languidly with one hand as he walked to the starting position.
Instead of bouncing the ball against the ground like his brothers had, Leo tossed it back and forth between his hands as he scoped out his shot. He spun it once and then lightly pushed off it, giving it enough momentum to be able to bounce off the floor and back into his hands.
Ready he bent his knees and propelled his arms upwards, one stretching farther than the other and tossing the ball off.
At this point it was no surprise that he made the shot, although you made an effort to clap your hands anyways in feigned astonishment to which Leonardo seemed to be none the wiser to.
Donatello retrieved the ball for him, tossing it back to him with one hand.
Holding the ball against his waist Leonardo pulled his mask around his head so it blocked his vision.
“Come on, Leo! You got this!” Michelangelo cheered only to be shushed by his other two brothers.
You watched Leo's plastron rise and fall as he took a deep breath. This time he spun the ball in his hands three times before he bounced it off the ground, readying to make his shot. Just before he launched the ball into the air you caught the quick motion of the tip of his tongue sweeping over his bottom lip before it disappeared back into his mouth.
Someone made a strained noise and it pulled your attention to the hoop and your eyes flinched shut out of reflex being startled by the sudden and loud reverberation of the metal rim.
You believed you heard Donatello gasp followed by an “Are you kidding me?!” by Michelangelo and then a jumble of noises colliding against each other.
“Shit!” Leonardo hissed and you finally opened your eyes again.
“Probably should've moved some things out of the way...” Donatello noted and that's when you saw it.
The ball rolling on the floor... far away from the hoop.
Leo... had missed his shot.
You turned your head looking for his reaction. He was looking straight ahead at his failure. Eyes wide and lips parted in disbelief.
“Ooh... Tough luck big guy.” You said and went to retrieve your pants to put back on.
“Wait!—” Leo called out to you just as you bent over to scoop up your bottoms. Your dangling breast captivating his attention for a second before his shook his head, breaking the trance they had on him.
“Double or nothing”, he pressed, holding out both of his hands to emphasize his desperateness.
”Oh?” Leaving your bottoms on the floor, you stood up straight intrigued by the idea. “That could be interesting...”
“No way,” Raphael cut in literally with a wave of his arm. “I'll shoot for 'im.”
“Pfft! You nearly missed your shot!! If anyone's gonna save this game it's gonna be me!” Michelangelo spoke.
“No. Nobody's filling in. It was Leo's shot, so let's see if he can redeem himself.” You smirked.
“Thank you,” Leonardo breathed a sigh of relief and you suppressed your laughter behind your hand, although your smile came through.
“Sure, thing.”
“You got this Leo,” Donatello encouraged his brother as he placed the ball into his hands.
You wanted to laugh at how on edge they all looked. As if this was a life or death situation. And you couldn't lie, this was a HUGE boost to your ego. They were giving it their all just to see you down to your birthday suit.
Leonardo took a long look at the hoop before putting his bandanna back in place, and he took even longer preparing his shot.
While his cautiousness was on brand, you were growing impatient.
An intrusive thought came into your head just as you saw his arms begin to extend and you immediately acted on the thought, letting out a loud and sudden shout in the quiet of the lair.
None of the turtles made a sound, but each of them flinched, including Leonardo which threw off the aim of his shot entirely. The ball missing its home once more.
Leonardo immediately lifted one side of his mask and looked at you as if you had lost your mind.
Burst of laughter came out of you at the look of utter and complete anguish on Leonardo’s face. The feeling brought you so much joy that it actually hurt. You laughed so hard that wrinkles formed between your brows and at the corners of your smile and you felt as though your innards might come up from the fit you were having.
”That— that doesn't count does it?” Michelangelo asked.
Still tickled, you had to fight for words between your breaths. “Yes!... Yes it does!” You managed to answer.
“What?!” Leonardo exclaimed.
“Technically,” Donatello raised his pointer finger as he spoke, “this would be considered 'disruptive behavior' and Leo would be given another opportunity to make a free throw.”
“Yeah!!” Raphael agreed.
“Uh, technically–” You mimicked Donatello’s hand gesture and spoke in a mocking tone before reverting back to your normal voice. “I’m the ref here,” you jabbed your thumb towards you chest as confirmation.
“C'mooon!!” Michelangelo whined.
"You guys are trained ninjas! I know you've been trained in the element of surprise!! Besides, this makes the game more fun! Now you get the opportunity to take my clothes off again,” You winked and began to put your clothes back on.
Leonardo sighed frustratedly into his shoulder. Unable to look up at the others.
“Well... as long as we get to keep playing.” Michelangelo pouted.
“Well—” You started and Michelangelo cocked his head at you. His browline furrowing as he processed the strain of your tone.
“Well??” He echoed.
“Well, there's gotta be something on the line right? Now that I'm fully clothed again, missing a shot means game over."
“Y/N, you're killing me right now.” Michelangelo pulled his hands down his face with groan.
“Donnie, you're up.” You winked at him.
Donnie looked down at the ball in his hand in hard contemplation. “.....Double or nothing.” He said looking back up to you with sheer determination.
“Donnie!” Mikey exclaimed,
“Whether it's a regular shot or not doesn't matter. If I miss here the game ends, right?”
”He's not wrong.”
“Then double or nothing.”
“Hm... I commend your courage.” You nodded. “Lets see how you shoot.”
