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terrapinup · 7 months ago

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Random Turtle Thought this evening....

Raph grumbles to himself all the way from the fridge, where he's snagged himself a beer, to the armchair where he drops himself. He's forcing air out his nostrils, trying to calm his breathing. Tries to focus on the liquid as it slides down his throat with each drink. One. Two. Breath. Three.

It's not helping.

He presses back farther into his chair. Spreads his legs a little farther apart. Props his elbows out over the armrests. Trying his best to make himself more comfortable.

Maybe that'd help him settle.

He's just pissed right now. Patrol sucked ass. Couple of dumbasses trying to get in the mix solely for the sake of catching it on video resulted in the muggers getting away. Flared nerves from disagreements over the calls made tonight didn't help. Fuck tonight.

He was just ticked. He just needed to calm down.

You couldn't muster a kind greeting to the brothers as you passed each of them in your silent pursuit to find Raph. Raw tears were too close to the surface. You could only nod in acknowledgement of them as you passed. Today had been a vicious bitch. But you wouldn't give those fuckers who'd given you so much hell today the satisfaction of breaking you down. So, fists clenched tight at your sides, you march about the lair to find him.

He wanted to be happy to see you. Honest to pizza gods he did. Wanted to give you a smile and greet you affectionately. He couldn't force himself to do it though. And you didn't offer a kind greeting to him either.

So he just watches you; mossy green eyes stitched with molten gold nearly glowing with roiling emotions just beneath the surface.

You wanted to smile at him. Wanted to feel giddy and wrap your arms around his neck. Pepper his face with sprinkles of kisses laced with giggles. Like you normally did. But you didn't have the heart to do it. If you let loose of the anger you were clinging too, you'd lose it. You couldn't. Wouldn't. No, you needed to keep your foul mood.

Raph says nothing as you snatch a blanket from the stack. Doesn't make any motion to invite you in as you draw closer. Neither opens himself up nor closes himself off as you begin to climb into his lap. He just sits still.

It's not exactly easy, to climb up into his lap, even though he's much bigger than you. You grunt and huff in irritation as you twist and wiggle, pulling the blanket up after you. Trying to find just the right way to sit, with no help from him.

An elbow presses against a fresh injury. Raph bares his teeth and growls.

He loves you. With all his heart. But he doesn't have the patience for this right now. He hasn't calmed down. He can't give you what you want.

You give a rumble in imitation of his growl back, but you freeze so as not to hurt him any more. He shifts under you. Growls again.

Another rumble of your own in response. You can't give him what he wants right now.

Glares at one another might look like the two of you are ready to fight to outside eyes. But this is you. This is Raph. He recognizes you're asking to please not be pushed away. To please have him pull you close. You understand he's asking for a minute. He needs a chance to just breathe. Just let go of what's got him riled up.

You don't ask. He doesn't ask. And that's okay. Neither of you are really interested in talking about it. Not now at least.

He shifts a little more. You wiggle again, trying to get comfortable. Another growl, though this one softer. You look up to him in silent apology. His gaze sweeps over you, gathers you're not actually mad.

The smallest gesture of reassurance he can offer right now, Raph's expression softens. And he stretches out to press his nose to yours. You accept, tears hot in the corners of your eyes, pressing back. Your hands cupping his face and holding him there.

A brief moment of stillness. Then with a deep sigh, one you know isn't directed at you, he falls back. And you nuzzle in, head tucked up tight under his chin. A strong arm encircles you. Brings you in tighter. You sweep your fingers in gentle strokes across his chest.

Slowly, delicately, he unwinds. And droplets softly fall from your eyes. This goes on a few moments more before he nudges you with his nose, causing you to turn your face up to him.

Lips press surely into yours. Volumes of all the things you both want to say communicated through the deepness of this kiss. Then, pulling fractional away, you both say, as you have so many times now, words so well known they might as well be engraved on your tongues.

"It's okay. I've got you. You're safe. You're mine. I've got you."

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terrapinup · 7 months ago

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needing them rn

TMNT Headcanon - When You Can't Sleep

Authors Note: I feel I need to clarify one thing. I’m aware that some people rely on marijuana to help with sleeplessness but I personally don’t use it so it’s unlikely to have a place in my writing. Recreational drugs in general won’t really be something I write about. Call me a straight-edge but I prefer leaving it out. I will write about alcohol usage since I do occasionally have a drink with friends.

Anyway, I actually have been having some rough nights lately so therefore we have this.

Individual TMNT x Reader

TW: Mentions of sex

You’ve been having a lot of trouble sleeping lately. Lucky for you, you’ve got plenty of cure-alls. It all depends on who you ask.

Mikey

Your cuddly turtle boyfriend is no stranger to insomnia. Sometimes, the life of a ninja was too heavy, even for him and his upbeat persona. You knew Mikey could feel things a little too deeply and replay horrifying images continuously in his head. Over the years he’s developed some coping strategies. For you, he’ll offer you a melatonin gummy and something hot to drink. Tea, hot chocolate, or warm milk. If you still can’t sleep after that, he’ll stay up with you. He’ll cuddle you, rub your back, play some calming music… most of all, he’ll tell you that whatever this is, will pass. You might start panicking a little bit, telling him through tears that you’re afraid you’ll never sleep again, but he’ll assure you that you will. After all, no one died from a few sleepless nights. His gentle reassurances are just what you need to hear, and eventually you do drop off into a peaceful and dreamless sleep.

Raph

Not nearly as tactful as his baby brother, Raph will bluntly offer to give you an orgasm. After all, that’s one of his go-to’s when he can’t sleep. Raph is actually the only one of his brothers to have a somewhat healthy sleeping schedule. Disturbing images, horror, and depressing stories just don’t hold a lot of weight for him. They still affect him, but he’s able to compartmentalize these things and drop off to sleep rather easily at night. He’ll still try to help you with your insomnia, though, like a good boyfriend should. If the offer of sex is turned down, he’ll offer a backrub – an innocent one, of course. No ulterior motive, he’ll promise. He’s very good with his hands and able to work out any knots, kinks, or stiffness, getting you very relaxed in no time at all. You might accept his offer for sex then, just because he’s been so sweet and patient, and given you an amazing massage. It works. In the afterglow, you’re asleep and cuddled up next to him, wrapped in his comforting embrace.

Leo

His first reaction will be concern, and he might pepper you with a few questions. Did you watch something disturbing? Is anything causing you stress or causing you to worry? Is it something he did? You quickly assure him he’s done nothing to cause it. You actually don’t know the reason; you just can’t shut off your brain for some reason. Upon hearing this, he’ll light some calming incense and offer you tea, of course. This blend will be a combination of valerian root, peppermint leaf, and a few others that promote wellness and sleep. True to form, he’ll also recommend meditation, except he’ll have you do it a little differently than you normally would. After your tea he’ll instruct you to lay down in his bed, get comfortable, and close your eyes. He’ll have you breathe deeply as he leads you through the most peaceful guided meditation you’ve ever experienced. It’s so relaxing that you have no trouble falling asleep after that. Leo will follow suit and be careful not to disturb you as he crawls in next to you.

Donnie

He is the worst about having a healthy sleep schedule. It isn’t because he has trouble sleeping, but because he has difficulty tearing himself away from his work. He just has to finish this one thing… or read one more paragraph. It’s never just one more paragraph with him. He usually needs to be coaxed to go rest, so it’s no surprise that he’s still awake in his lab when you quietly shuffle in after trying unsuccessfully to fall asleep for hours. Donnie will lose any and all focus that he had on his work and shift gears into helping you. He’ll shush all of your attempts to apologize for disturbing him and offer you a sleep aid. He’ll usher you to his bed and lay next to you, asking if there’s anything you need to get off your chest that may be inhibiting your ability to sleep. When you explain that you find it difficult to quiet your thoughts, he can definitely relate to that. He’ll put on some deep ambient music set at 432 Hz. He’ll explain that it’s the perfect frequency to promote relaxation, reduce tension, and support emotional wellbeing. It is what he uses to lull himself to sleep when he has a hard time reaching the coveted REM stage. The music works, and you find yourself finally slipping into rest. Donnie ends up falling asleep next to you as an added bonus. He really needed to stop working and go to bed anyway.

The End - Sleep Well Everyone

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terrapinup · 7 months ago

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this is so hot omfggggg

Your Kinktober prompts are giving me LIFE! I'd love some feral Bay Michelangelo with these prompts -

I'm going to fucking ruin you.

Oh baby, you're drooling everywhere.

You know I could always get you off, right here, right now.

Action up to you! I'm just dying for some Bad Mikey 😈🧡

Of course, it has to be at a Halloween party, because he loves the attention, and you love clichés. His dazzling smile from across the room eats you up, a confident grin that pours out as much desire as it does charm, with a glint of something dark in his eyes—something you know only you can see.

Mikey thrives on the only night of the year he can come out as a normal guy messing around. People gather around him. He’s funny, and he knows it. And you love that he can’t keep his eyes off you, despite all the other glances directed his way.

You move backward slowly, inviting him with your eyes. Chase me. Chase me. Chase me. He loves that too. You turn, your feet carrying you across the room and out to the balcony. People stare as you climb onto the roof, but no one gives a fuck. God, you love New York.

You’re lifting yourself over the top when he yanks you up. Your back hits the metal door of the rooftop storage room, cold and hard. You gasp, a smile breaking across your face.

"I knew you’d come," you pant. "You love it when I run from you."

Mikey laughs, the sound so sexy that you press your thighs together. "No," he says, gripping your chin, "I love it when I catch you."

He closes the gap between you, seizing your mouth in an urgent, demanding kiss. His thick tongue parts your lips, and you let him in, your own moving to his rhythm. Mikey bites your lip a bit too hard as he pulls away.

“Too bad we have to wait to get home,” you say, as this is usually what he does—works you up so fucking bad you could almost cry, only to reward your patience later. But tonight, something gleams in his gaze.

“Why wait? I could get you off right here, right now,” he says, leaning to whisper in your ear. “Just tell me how bad you want it.”

Your whole body tingles. Your breathing goes from heavy to desperate. “Very. Please…”

He tilts his head, the orange bandana hanging lazily to the side, and a bright spark of excitement lights his eyes. Mikey lets out a small, mischievous laugh. He lifts you up, pulling your dress out of the way. His huge hands grip your ass before he grinds against your drenched slit. You whimper, gripping the top edge of his plastron, digging your nails into the tender skin where it joins his chest. He hisses.

His own slick mixes with yours as he grinds over your clit, applying delicious pressure as he keeps the pace steady and hard. Your mouth hangs open as Mikey pauses just a second to push your underwear aside. The skin-to-skin contact has your head spinning.

“Aw, Angel, you’re drooling everywhere.”

You don’t care. Your body tenses as his grinding quickens, the knot in your belly finally bursting.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck, it feels so good,” you slur, your back arching toward him.

He groans against your neck as his cock breaks free from the lower half of his plastron. Your mouth waters at the sight of it. You meet his gaze, filled with a hunger that matches your own.

“Feed me,” you whisper, half catching your breath.

Mikey curses under his breath and lets you down. Your boots hit the floor, and you stumble forward, hands on his chest just a second before sliding lower.

“Such a pretty whore, always starving for my cock,” he grits out.

You take him into your mouth, working down as much as you can without choking, but he grips your hair while you’re at it, thrusting once to test your limits. You glance up at him daringly. He chokes out a huff, his mouth twisting into a hot smirk.

“Cocky girl. You can take it, huh?” he says, thrusting back into your mouth, harder this time. You squeeze your eyes shut, adjusting to his tip grazing your throat. Fuck, you love it when he’s rough.

“I’m gonna fuck your face so hard you’ll struggle to swallow it all. I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”

Your pussy clenches around nothing to his words. His pace turns cruel, hard, and relentless, and you feel the slick running down your chin. Your eyes water as his grip burns your scalp. Strong mutant hands. He’s so hot. Mikey frowns, mouth open as he comes, teeth gritted, spilling into your throat. You manage to swallow almost every drop. He pulls away, and you gasp for air as soon as you’re able.

You want him to fuck your desperate little cunt so bad it hurts. You want him to be rough, and you’ll plead for it if you have to—you have all night.

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terrapinup · 8 months ago

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Fucking after they thought they lost you.

WARNINGS: NSFW | 18+ | thirtysomething ninja turtles | Drama? |

Leo holds you so tight it hurts. His thrusts are slow and sensual, sweet. Needy in a way that makes your heart ache. It's all soft moans, ragged breaths, and soft kisses ghosting your neck. Don't ever scare him like that again. Don't freakin' dare to leave. You belong here, warm and safe under him.

Raph kisses you as his very life hangs on your breath. Relentlessly bucking his hips, making sure to reach every sweet spot inside that pretty cunt until you're begging him to let you come. He will, so fuking good you'll be a mess when he's done with you, But first, you have to promise never to be that reckless again.

Donatello: What are the odds of a human surviving that? Little to zero, according to his calculations. Yet, here you are. And he’s learned something valuable: his heart is no longer only an internal organ. It's right here, in every breath you take, in the softness of your skin, in the beautiful way you squirm as he keeps abusing your clit. Fuck, he's never going through this again. He'll do better at keeping you safe.

Mikey: The tip of his cock kisses the softest part inside you as he keeps your legs wide open, rubbing his lower half over your clit as he moves. It feels so fucking good you don't care if you're drooling. Mikey bites your shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut as he focuses on the warmth of your walls sucking him deeper, needier—

"I'm close- "

"I know, I can feel it. Let go, angel— come for me,"

All the worries are drowned right there. You're here. You're his, you'll never be at such a risk again, it's a promise.

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terrapinup · 9 months ago

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this

Me with TMNT Bayverse:

Everyone hates you but I love you

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terrapinup · 1 year ago

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Hi! Do you think you can write something for Donatello? Maybe the reader wakes up and he's in bed for once and its very soft

Serenity | Donatello

hi! of course i can! you didn't specify what version of donnie you wanted so i went with bayverse because i'm kind of on a roll with that iteration atm so... also there is a severe lack of bayverse donnie gifs

warnings: nothing really. suggestive? subtle morse code that isn't explicitly mentioned... which isn't a warning unless you consider morse code scandalous? everyone is 18+!!! also there's like no proofreading so reading is always at your own risk but if you ever notice any, please do point out any spelling/grammar etc. errors!

summary: you wake up before donnie who's actually in bed (it's a miracle)

word count: 859

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The first thing you hear is the distant whirring of technology. You don’t bother to open your eyes as you shift your hips ever so slightly to seek a more comfortable position now that you’re slowly gaining consciousness. Pausing your lethargic movements, you become keenly aware of the heavy and solid weight curled around you that most definitely hadn’t been there when you first fell asleep. You breathe in deep. A musty scent of oil and sweat and something you’re sure isn’t pleasant hits you. It’s so him that you don’t even wrinkle your nose. Instead, you reach out a hand and find his skin.

You can feel him breathing like this. It’s slow and steady and your heart feels like bursting. You press closer and your lips smile against the swell of his arm. A few soft kisses won’t wake him, you decide, pressing them gently over his scales. He doesn’t stir as you link your fingers with his. His arm is heavy with muscle, but you manage to lift the dead weight to your mouth, breathing the softest of kisses all over the flesh. It’s so different and so much bigger than your own but your hands fit together perfectly. You open your eyes, only a little blearily, and you imagine the silliest heart emojis that replace them as you stare in quiet reverence.

He’s so perfect it hurts. He’s snoring quietly, more of a whistle really, and his mouth is open with his glasses askew. He looks so cosy and dorky and unbelievably Donnie that you have to stifle a lovesick giggle. He looks both serene and tired at the same time and you can’t believe he actually came to bed of his own volition. Getting him to bed is a Herculean effort at the best of times, for him to sleep – in an actual bed – without your nagging insistence and underhand tricks is nothing short of a miracle. He’s still wearing his suspenders too and you think, a little wryly, that perhaps he was more tired than even he realised.

Your hand cups his face and you rub your thumb over his jaw, in awe at the man beneath your palm and feeling a little silly over how emotional you're being. His face twitches and you pause your ministrations, holding your breath. You don’t want to wake him; he must’ve been exhausted and you’re not sure how long he’s been asleep beside you. He continues to sleep, and you breathe again, this time pressing your lips to his neck.

I love you, you mouth against his skin. I love you so much. He must feel it, whether he feels you physically or as deep in his being as you feel him, because he churrs softly and it makes your eyes burn. God, you’re so in love. You’ve been in love with him for so long you can’t remember what it felt like before he came into your life. You’re not really sure what’s coming over you this morning (is it morning? It’s not like you can see the sunrise like this) but as your lips tremble you find that you don’t mind. Donnie deserves to be loved like this, wholly and reverently, and you vow, not for the first time and certainly not for the last, to love him like this forever.

You’re not sure how long you stay like that. The position isn’t the most comfortable and you can feel the pain in your neck that runs along your spine, but you can’t bring yourself to move. You want this moment to last as long as it possibly can and you’re thankful that the Lair is peaceful for once. There are no noises to indicate any of the others are up and you hope it stays that way, just for a while longer.

Your wish is almost immediately denied as you hear a crash and brazen laughter that can only belong to Mikey (followed, of course, by an annoyed bellow that can only belong to Raph) and you can’t help the quiet snort even as the turtle beside you is disturbed from his slumber.

Donnie shifts and his snout is buried in your neck as he inhales, and you’re only given a few seconds to mourn the loss of his sleeping state (he really needs to sleep more) before he kisses your fluttering pulse, and you sigh in pleasure. His hand – the one you’re not keeping hostage still – grips your bare thigh and you push yourself closer as his teeth graze the sensitive skin along the column of your throat. He doesn’t speak, choosing instead to tap a message along your skin as his hands caress upwards. I love you too.

You smile so wide it hurts your jaw. “You’re such a nerd,” you whisper, your voice thick and huskier than usual. He just brings his teeth together again, leaving little teasing bites, and taps your inner thigh once more. You shudder slightly and acquiesce his request, spreading your legs further for him and letting him rub higher and higher.

The two of you stay in bed until the afternoon.

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terrapinup · 1 year ago

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'03 donnie really is an enigma

duality of donnies

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terrapinup · 1 year ago

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I think one of my favorite things is drawing how time has affected both Leo and Y/N.

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terrapinup · 1 year ago

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out of the 4 brothers, mikey and donnie are the funniest duo

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terrapinup · 1 year ago

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The Night Before (18+)

BatmanVsTmnt!Raphael x reader

A/N: The first smut for Batman Vs TMNT (as far as I’ve been able to find). Could be read as a part 1 to “Miss Me?”, but was not really meant to be that. Both can be read on their own just fine.

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The night before Raphael has to go to Gotham City with his brothers, Raph decides to give you a proper goodbye❤️

Warnings: Spelling, dirty talk, slight sub reader and dom Raph, a little finger sucking, unprotected sex, cream pie.

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You hated Gotham City. You hated everything about that place. The name, the stories about the streets and the everlasting rain and darkness. The worst place that existed, where crime thrived and the good people was worth nothing. A truly bad place. But truth be told, you had never been there. And everything you had against the city only came up after Raphael told you that he and his brothers had to go there. In actuality, you hated Gotham for taking your boyfriend for an unknown amount of time.

Raph hated it too. The thought of traveling to Gotham had him more grumpy than usual. There was nothing he would rather do, than stay with you in New York City, and leave Shredder and his plans for the GCPD. But just because that was what he wanted to do, it didn’t mean that it was the best solution. He knew very well that Leo was right, when he told Raph and their brothers that they had to leave. If anyone could stop the Shredder, it was only the Hamato clan.

But if Raphael had to stay in Gotham City for an unknown amount of time, he was sure as hell going to enjoy his last few hours with you. And that was how the two of you ended up in his room, the night before he and his brothers were set to leave, heavily making out, with all but your shirt and underwear on the floor.

One of your hands went under Raph’s arm, so you could hold onto his shell, while the other held the back of his neck, making sure he stayed close to you. Not that you had to fight to keep his lips planted on yours, letting his tongue dance along with yours. Raph had one hand down at your knee, hiking your leg around his waist, the other in your hair, using his forearm to brace himself.

You softly moaned against his lips, as he started to ground himself against you, his cloaca meeting your soaked underwear. His hand sneaked from your knee, up your thigh, under your shirt, over your sides, before grabbing onto your chest, humming as you arched yourself towards him.

“You like that, don’t you?”, Raph chuckled against your lips, as he rolled your nipple between two fingers.

“Yes”, you moaned out, instinctively bringing him closer to you with your leg. Raph chuckled once more, before pushing your shirt up, exposing your chest to the cold air of his sewer room. From here he used one hand to palm one breast, while his mouth took a hold of your other nipple. You moaned as you felt his tongue circle around it, before he nibbled lightly at it with his teeth, causing you to jolt slightly under him. Raph huffed against your skin, as he felt your nails scratch against his shell, causing him to grind himself even harder against you. That made you gasp out loud in a high pitch moan, making Raph smile up at you.

“That’s right”, Raph churred, his hand sneaking its way further up, pushing your shirt over your head, leaving your top fully naked for him. “Moan loud for me, baby. Let me know how much you’ll miss me”.

“Raph”, you whimpered, lifting your aching core against him. “Please”.

“Please, what?”, he chuckled, using the hand on your neck to turn your head to the side, giving him room to assault your skin with nibbling kisses.

Your words turned to mush in your mouth, leaving you mumbling and fumbling under Raph’s lips. His churring was so loud it rang in your head, making your core drip in excitement and arousal. Raph knew exactly what you wanted. He could smell your hormones in the air, driving him closer and closer to madness. He could easily just pull your underwear to the side and drop into you, but he wouldn’t. Raph enjoyed hearing you moan and trip over your words, begging for him to do something to you, and he fully intended on each and every sound that left your pretty plump lips.

You arched your hips after Raph, aching for some form of friction against you. But, catching on to what you were doing, pushed you down onto the mattress, smiling at the frustrated sound you made. Fuck he loved those sounds, as he continued his attack on your neck, focusing on your soft spot, letting his hand play with your breast once more. You moved your hand from Raph’s shell down to his thigh, hoping to push him down towards you, but damn being his highly trained legs. Raph did not budge. Instead he chuckled into your ear, licking your lob before whispering with his breath sending shivers down your spine; “I love it when you’re so needy for me, (Y/N)”.

You whimpered at his words, feeling yourself clinging onto thin air. Raph turned your head over to the other side, so he could continue the small marks he had been making on your skin. You felt the need screaming between your legs, telling you to do something about it. So you did. Removing your hand from Raph, before slowly letting it down your underwear, finding your wet folds. While enjoying the feeling of your rough boyfriend against you, you circled two fingers around your clit, making your legs shake along with a needy moan. Raph noticed it straight away, looking down to see your hand in your underwear. He was quick to snatch your hand out of your panties, holding it to the mattress right beside your head.

“You bad girl”, Raph growled, his eyes blown out wide with lust. “How are you going to make it through without me here to take care of you? So impatient you start touching yourself in front of me”.

“Please, Raph!”, you whimpered, once again moving your hips in hopes of gaining some sort of friction. You were sure that if his brothers hadn’t gone to bed yet, they would have been able to hear all that was going on inside of Raph’s room.

“Please what?”, Raph asked, a smug smile on his face. “What do you want, baby? What do you want me to do to you, (Y/N)?”

“Please fuck me, Raph!”, you finally managed to get out. “I need it so bad!”

Raph growled before quickly moving back to pull your underwear down, finally feeling the first pushes of desperation get to him, the scent of your arousal so strong it almost knocked him out. He untucked himself from his cloaca, before pushing your legs wide open, giving him room as he lined his cock up against your entrance, gathering your slick on his head. Then, ever so slowly, he pushed into you, watching as his head slowly disappeared into you. Both of you moaned out loud, savoring the feel of his sensitive head inside of you, before he pushed in even further, stretching you out with his girth.

“I’ll fucking miss this”, Raph moaned, feeling you tighten around him at his words. “You’re always so fucking tight for me”.

“You’re so big, Raph”, you moaned, not really thinking before speaking. But you were not lying. His size was more than impressive, always leaving you panting for a moment as you adjusted to him.

Raph chuckled at your words, before sliding further into you, fully filling you up. He huffed that the feeling of your muscles contract around him, getting used to him. He stayed there for a moment, savoring the warmth of you, before slowly moving once he felt you relax around him. You let out a satisfied moan, finally happy to be getting the friction you had been yearning so badly for, looking at the way Raph watched his cock slowly disappear and reappear from your wet cunt. He fucking loved that view. Watching his cock get covered in your slick and the wet noises that emerged from him sliding back into you. His breathing getting heavier as he slowly speed up his movements, giving each or his thrust to you a little harder each time.

Your whimpering and moaning became louder with Raph’s thrusts, your breasts jiggling slightly, and the springs in the mattress painting underneath you. Raph moved his eyes from your cunt to your chest and then finally to your face, his hooded eyes making intense eye contact with you. He moved a hand to your neck, with a light grip, hovering over your face as he took in all of your features, making sure to memorize them, so every small detail would stay sharp in his mind while he was gone. He moved his hand from your neck to your chin, resting his thumb on your bottom lip, dragging it down slightly.

Raph spread his knees even further, leaning his weight onto the arm that wasn’t on your face, before pistoning into you. Slightly shocked, you grabbed onto his shoulders, before moaning loudly. So loud that Raph moved his thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. You instinctively started sucking on his thumb, doing just like you would do, had you been sucking his cock. That made Raph smile a smug little smile at you, his hooded eyes and the sound of his breathing and low moaning made you cling tighter around him.

“Will you miss me?”, Raph asked, leaning your head further forward, making you look directly into his eyes, his eyes burning into yours. You nodded eagerly, continuing to suck on the thumb in your mouth. “Good girl”, he churred, tightening his grip on your face just a little. This caused you to moan against his finger, sending vibrations through his hand. That caused Raph to pull his hand from your mouth as he sat up, grabbing onto both of your legs, before throwing them over his shoulder. With your legs against his shoulders, he learned over you, feverishly thrusting into you. With you in a mating press, Raph was able to reach deeper into you, making you gasp and moan loudly under him.

“Raph!”, you yelled as you felt the oh so familiar feeling build up in your lower region, threatening to burst at the pleasure your boyfriend was giving. “I’m gonna!- Fuck! Raph! I’m gonna!-”

“Do it”, he growled, his hard movements shaking his voice as he fought to push you over the edge. “Cum for me, baby. Be a good girl and cum on my dick. Show me how much you’ll miss me”.

It took only a few more hard thrusts before Raph had you pushed over the edge, falling into the orgasm that washed over you. Your back arched and your legs shook on their spot over Raph’s shoulder. Raph watched as your face contorted in pleasure, without ever slowing his speed down. He was now chasing his own high, wanting to cum inside of your warm walls one last time before he had to leave in the early horse the next day. He watched your face as you came down from your high, whispering sweet nothings to you, before he too reached his peak, letting out a deep moan as his load shut into you. You felt him pump inside of you, satisfaction falling over you as he slowly filled you up.

Raph stayed inside of you for a moment, waiting till he was sure he had fully emptied himself inside you, before slowly pulling out, watching as his seamen slowly dripped out of you. He smiled at his work, before letting your weak legs fall as he looked at you.

“Are you okay, babe?”, he asked, massaging your still shaking thighs.

“Yes”, you chuckled, watching your boyfriend as he reached for his work out towel on his nightstand, using it to clean you from his mess. You jolted slightly as he moved the towel over you, still sensitive from his relentless pounding.

Once Raph had cleaned you, he placed a firm kiss on the top of your thigh, before throwing the towel to the side, before laying down next to you, pulling you close against his plastron and reaching for the blanket to cover both of you. You placed your naked leg over Raph’s waist, his arm wrapped around your back, and the side of your face against his shoulder, enjoying the warmth of his warm body.

Raph placed a kiss on the top of your head, grabbing a hold of the naked leg over his waist, and pulled closer against him, softly stroking it with his thumb. “Don’t touch yourself too often while I’m gone”, Raph smiled, taking in a deep breath as you snuggled closer against his neck.

“With you on my mind, it will be hard not to”, you giggled, your fingers making shapes on his plastron.

“Well, in that case”, Raph smiled smugly, moving his hand from your leg to your face, placing a finger under your chin to make you look up at him. “You’ll have to be a good girl and call me whenever you decide to do that”.

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