Mikey x Reader
Not series specific, any version of him you like!
Michelangelo, the youngest of the Turtle brothers and your recently made boyfriend, were having a nice evening in the lair as he hammered away at his video game and you sat next to him on a bean bag pillow with your face firmly planted in the book you were reading. You werent much of a game player yourself but you didnt mind sitting with him when he did his thing and found his cheering and hollering cute when he either lost a round or triumphed. He was a big kid at heart but surprisingly enough had also a deep side that came out to play only when you were around.
You looked up to see his progress and threw your hands up over your head to stretch when you stomach let out a loud rumbling sound. You touched your tummy with your hands and messaged it gently.
"Sounds like theres a rumbly in someones tumbly." Mikey said in a cute voice as he paused his game. "You hungry?"
"Oh god yes!" You said emphatically.
"Want to order pizza?"
"We had pizza last time...."
"Well then how about we cook something? What do you feel like?"
"Oh lord, Im a sucky cook, trust me...." You sighed.
"Thats cool, I can teach you." He smiled as he jumped up and hoisted you to your feet by your hands.
"Wait...you can cook?" You raised a brow. Up until now you two had always ordered take out on date nights and you couldnt ever really imagine a giant turtle cooking chow in the kitchen. But then again Mikey in a apron did sound pretty adorable.
"Nothing too fancy but yeah." He lead you by the hand to the kitchen area and opened the fridge. Inside was pretty well stocked with meats and veggies as well as a full shelf of canned soda to fuel all 4 of the boys sugar addictions.
You two put your heads together as you looked inside the fridge.
"Well.....we've got some chicken breasts...that must be Leo's....and some tomato sauce....OH I KNOW!" He announced giddly. "Lets make Chicken Parmesan! We have everything we need here and there's some penne noodles in the cabinet!" He pulled out the bottles tomato sauce and the vacuum packed chicken and then set them on the counter as he pulled out a knife and cutting board. When he pulled the cooking apron off the hook on the wall and donned it you nearly squealed in joy. He looked like some adorable mascot for a Japanese snack food.
"You think its cute?" He grinned.
"Yesssss!" You squealed.
"Can you help me cut the chicken?" He handed you the knife and nudged you over to the counter. "Just cut it into small pieces."
You looked down at the raw meat before you and the knife in your hand. Truth was, you couldnt even cut a slice of bread in any kind of orderly fashion so lord knows what you would have done to that chicken. You nervously eyed the meat and debated in your mind how you could do it without making it look like a slasher film along the way.
"Dont tell me you dont even know how to cut chicken...." Mikey broke your concentration and you looked at him with embarrassment.
"I eat out all the time." You said as a excuse and shrugged.
He sighed but smiled. "Okay here...let me show you."
He stood behind you closely so that you felt his hard chest against your shoulders as he reached around and put a big hand over yours so that you held the knife together. Then he moved your hand in quick, fluid motions, cutting the food into nicely proportioned strips like a pro. You had your mouth slightly open in amazement as he made quick work of the meat using your hands as the tools.
Giving you a quick peck on the side of the head he patted your waist. "Beautifully done! Now can you do that to the veggies?"
You gave him a small nod and bit your lower lip as you took a brown onion and began to work at it. You quietly went on chopping as he cooked the noodles but soon the fumes from the pungent vegetable were making your eyes water and your nose sniffly. You fought to hold it back as the air stung your sensitive eyes.
"Done!" You announced with tears streaming down your face.
"Wow are you crying?" Mikey asked.
"Yes Im so proud of successfully chopping onions." You said sarcastically as you dabbed away the tears.
"Ohhhhhh, its the fumes. Sorry girl but that doesnt effect me. Donnie said something about our eye membranes being different than humans."
"Lucky you." You rolled your eyes.
"Well lets make the sauce now. I'll direct you." He pulled you over to his side of the stove where a open sauce pan with plain tomato sauce sat untouched. "Now pick up the salt."
You gazed over his extensive spice rack and hesitated at all the small bottles.
"Its this one." He laughed and pointed to a blue bottle. You took it and popped the cap open.
"Just put a little, like a small palmful." You did as he commanded and as carefully as you could threw in some salt. He guided you through the other spice and you managed well on your own but when it came to the next thing you knew you were in trouble.
"We arent really supposed to drink in the lair but I keep wine for cooking." Mikey explained as he reached in the upper cupboard and took out a bottle of white wine. "We need to add like half a cup of this to the sauce." but you over reacted and didnt hear him as you tipped the whole darn thing into the sauce and a big red flame erupted from the pot.
Mikey squealed as you jumped back and he stifled the flames with the pot cover. When the flames were out he lifted the lid and peeked inside. "Umm......"
You looked down and felt like a tool. "Sorry....."
He put on his best smile. "No worries dear its just going to be very strong tasting sauce!"
"Thats one way of looking at it." You said as your wrung your hands in front of you. You felt so embarrassed that you ruined a otherwise good dinner. Cooking had always been the thorn in your side when it came to your domestic duties. Your family made of you all the time for it and now you boyfriend probably was too at some point.
"I think I'll take over from here. Go have a seat." Your turtle said with a cheerful smile and began pouring everything out on a plate. You took your seat at the small dinner table and watched him make quick work of the rest of the cooking. He placed a plate of steaming food in front of you as he sat down next to you with his serving but without placing a small candle on the center of the table and lighting it for good atmosphere. You smiled at the gesture and the fact that he was trying to be romantic about your mistake.
You made a move to grab your fork but he shushed you away from it, motioning for you to sit still as he picked up your utensil and delicatly tried to spoon feed you. Your face caught fire as you shyly accepted the food and chewed slowly. No man in your personal history had ever tried to spoon feed you and in your mind that was the epitomy of sly moves and you were a big sucker it. Not to mention the food was really good and probably one of the tastiest things you had albiet a bit on the strong side due to the wine you poured in.
A slightly perverted yet adorable smile spread across your boyfriends face as he leaned on his elbow with his cheek in his big green hand as he repeated the process. "Now this is a look I never thought I would ever see on your face." He teased.
"W...w...what do you mean?!" You stuttered as you tried to put back on your ever stoic poker face.
"Rapture." He said in a deep voice. You nearly choked on the food and had to catch your breath. Mikey had sort of a higher pitched good boy type voice and never had he pulled a deep note with you but the fact that he did sounded something naughty and made your body tingle....but maybe it was the wine. Yeah its the wine, you tried to reason with yourself. A small hiccup erupted from your tummy. Holy crap it was the wine. You were getting drunk off the food!
"Uh Mikey....i feel a bit funny."
"Thats called love darling." He leaned into you seductivly over the table.
"No I think im drunk..." You said as you hiccuped again and covered your mouth. Mikey made a small scowl as he leaned over his plate, took a few sniffs and then shoveled a big mouthful into his own. After a swallowing and waiting a second or two you saw his face turn a nice shade of purple and he turned to you with glassy eyes.
"I think I am too...."
You both let out big yawns. "Im sleepy..." You said.
"Me too...." He nodded slowly. You both got up from the table and lazily walked back over to the living room where you both collapsed on the floor in a sort of dog pile with you over your boyfriends stomach and him on his shell. Loud belches erupted from both your mouths as you giggled and attempted to cuddle each other in a drunken fashion, both your faces were on fire and red from the alcohol and you faced each other, you with your face buried in his neck and him sprawled out on his back.
"That was good food." You smiled lazily. He made a small noise in agreement and then started snoring a few moments after. You shook him by his plastron as you sat on top of him.
"Hey....Mikey...."You said in a cute high voice, wanting to get a little TLC from him. He was long gone though and snoring soundly as a small string of drool escaped the corner of his mouth.
"Mikey!" You whined and shook him again but sleep was creeping up on you as well and you leaned over him to plant a kiss on his lips goodnight. When you lips met you felt conciousness slip away and sleep grab hold of you. There you lay, reeking of wine laced pasta sauce with your face firmly smothered against your turtle as you both dozed off.
Donnie, Leo and Raph entered the living area and stared at the two of you plastered to each other on the floor in a embarassing position and in unison they shook their heads and sighed. Wasnt the first time they caught you doing weird things with their brother and then they spotted the unfinished food sitting on the table.
"Hey they left left overs!" Donnie announced happily as he pointed to the food.
"Think they are going to finish it?" Raph asked.
"By the looks of it I think they are going to be stuck like that for a while." Leo shrugged.
"Lets dig in!" Donnie smiled and grabbed a clean fork.