Raph x fem!reader
In which your recent attack by the Foot makes you paranoid enough to request for Donnie to connect cameras in your house.
...and then you and Raph use them for...other activities...which lead to a temptation Raph can't deny.
Warnings: 18+, mdni, characters aged up, masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, creampie, explicit sex scene, pure filth.
What started innocent enough quickly turned into something more.
The recent attack by the Foot Clan freaked you out enough to ask for Donnie's help. You know the turtle is busy and you're never good at asking for help but you managed to get up the courage to request cameras put around your house.
You wanted to be involved in the process as you were spending the money and took pride in ownership of your house. So one night you both searched the internet to find cameras that you deemed acceptable. And Raphael watched closely.
It had to be night when Donnie installed them, as he worried your neighbors would see.
In pure Donatello fashion, he managed to get them up and going for the perimeter of your house rather quickly.
When he was done, you asked him if they could connect to any cameras inside of the house.
"Well, sure, but we didn't buy any more. I figured you were only worried about the perimeter. Do you have concerns about the interior of your house as well? This company sold interior cameras. I could help you install if..."
You hug the turtle tightly, thanking him for his assistance. The guys continue eating pizza in your kitchen, but a certain turtle has his eyes on you.
Raphael couldn't help but overhear the string of questions you'd asked Donatello.
"You freaking out about somebody breaking in?" He manages to ask you when the others are all occupied, following you into the hallway.
A sheepish look crosses your face, feeling like you're caught.
"Well, no...not really."
He uncrosses his arms when he feels the shift in mood. The look on your face changes into a raised brow, a lip bite.
He's hooked.
"Baby, what are you thinkin'?" His voice dips low, glancing into the kitchen to ensure the others aren't looking.
They aren't aware of your relationship quite yet, but he imagines they suspect with how much time you two spend alone, sneaking around.
"I'm thinking about buying one more camera, but this one for my bedroom."
Raph's jaw tightens, a sharp inhale that ends in a deep growl of an exhale.
Your hands travel to his plastron, a quick, gentle touch that's gone before he wants it to be.
"All I need to do is give you access to my login for the app. And then you can have eyes on me whenever I need it," your voice drops lower to say, "or whenever you need it..."
Fingers hover over your hips, an internal debate raging in Raph's head.
Continue this dance, or give into the urge rising within that tells him to lift you up against the wall and kiss you breathless...
Donnie decides for him, interrupting quickly from across the room.
"Camera's on a flash sale right now," he says, gazing up from his phone. "One more?"
You and Raph exchange looks.
...
Temptation.
Temptation is a troublesome thing.
It's distracting.
You are distracting.
It's become his nightly ritual now. No longer worrying about the 'goodnight' texts, no.
Now he's keying a, "you still up?"
His way of asking permission to check in on you; watch you.
He would never invade your privacy by just logging in unannounced...but the idea of it shoots a thrill through him.
You're always up for it, seem to enjoy torturing him as you shoot him a suggestive comment or emoji.
And he holds his breath as he clicks on the app for it to load.
The first time, he watched with tortured eyes as you stripped naked for him...walked yourself into the attached bathroom, and he could hear the shower going.
A half hour.
A half an hour he sat there, covering his screen any time there was movement in the lair, feeling like he was hiding a shameful secret.
And you made him wait.
He was aching for you by the time you stepped back into view wearing only a towel.
With a smirk, you dropped it.
The image was so clear, he could see the water beading down your body, saw the cold air hardening your nipples.
He could've met you...gone over there and taken care of the ache settling deep within...but that wasn't quite the game you were playing at, and he knew that.
Sometimes you'd play with him, and the camera would be off for the night.
His tortured mind would play with him until he snuck into Donnie's lab and checked the camera footage outside your house, rewinding it until he knew you were home and safe.
Sometimes you'd call him when the cameras were off, ensure he was alone, and breathe into the phone as you got yourself off.
Those nights he couldn't help stroking himself, too.
He was becoming a mess for you; so eager every night to check in.
Nights that trouble arose in the city and he wasn't able to make it back before you fell asleep felt like such a loss.
The cameras allowed him a sense of comfort, truly, but some days your teasing made him wild with desire.
Like tonight - after a rough day battling The Foot, he was desperate for some sleep.
But, like every night, he chose to text you, wait for your reply before he opened the camera app.
His eyes began closing, exhaustion taking hold, but his mind returned to your lack of response.
Fuck.
...okay, maybe one peek wouldn't be so bad...
One eye open, he tapped on the camera app, held his breath in hopes of your response as it loaded...
And then he choked on a gasp.
There you were, legs arched on the bed, hands between your thighs as you used your favorite toy.
...clearly not looking at your phone.
Arousal immediately flooded through Raphael, his hand desperately gripping his thigh.
Catching you like this, unaware of his gaze, actively chasing that release...he couldn't help himself.
His fist cupped his erection, playing with the precum on the tip before he began stroking himself and watching you get off.
When he heard you whisper, "Raph..." his breath caught.
Eyes glued to his phone, he watched your back arch, toes digging into the bedsheets as you rode out your orgasm.
Raph couldn't contain his arousal anymore, and his fist wasn't quite doing it for him.
A slam of his head against his pillow, he tried to calm himself down, to get himself back to a state of balance before he ran off.
Only it wasnt working.
So the basketball shorts and a hoodie it was.
Throwing on his disguise, he closed the app, pocketed his phone, and took off out of his room.
"Where ya headed?" Mikey asked over his video game button mashing.
"Out to clear my head," he grumbled, voice sounding exhausted even to himself.
"Sure," Mikey nods, "tell her we said 'hey'!"
Raph stutter-stops for a moment, mouth agape, before he blinks and turns to carve out his path to your place.
Fuck.
You just had to do it to him, huh? Just had to install those torturous cameras and keep playing with him.
A growl leaves him when he wanders his way to your back porch.
He's got a key.
He figures he'll let himself in, call your name, hope not to scare you...
Only.. you're on your back porch, legs dangling over the arm of the chair you're sitting in. You've got a glass of his favorite whiskey in your hand, pulling a sip to your lips when you see him.
You knew he'd come, smug thing.
"Awful nice 'a ya, to get yourself all prepped for me to take ya right here on this patio," he nods at you, reaches for the whiskey.
"I thought so," you hum, taking another sip before handing it over, raising an eyebrow at him.
He motions for you to stand, come here.
You do, eagerly, wrap your pretty arms around him as you kiss him on the cheek.
He gulps the whiskey, gazes around at the moonlight casting shadows around, the bushes providing some privacy around the space.
You hear the calm clank of the whiskey glass on the patio table, watch with eager eyes as he reaches up to pull down the bamboo shade that provides you more cover, and a chill runs through you.
You aren't wearing panties, he discovers as he slips his fingers under your oversized shirt.
He growls into your neck, kisses you harshly, then shifts so he can take you right here.
As desperate as he is to get off, he takes his time with you - wants to feel your body reacting to his movements, wants to hear you moan his name. He loves when you claw back at him, when you beg him to turn you around, let you ride him.
He doesn't want to give in, wants to overpower you and make you scream his name.
But the view when he's leaned back in a patio chair, watching your gorgeous tits move as you bounce on him? It's the thing of dreams.
So he allows it, but he's still in control. One shift of his hips and he's changing the speed, a grip of your thigh and you're halting in wait for the next order.
It doesn't take you long to reach your climax again, but this time he gets the pleasure of feeling every muscle twitch, hearing every hitch of your breathing, groaning from every touch as you ride it out.
When you're cumming for him, you love to bury your face in the crook of his neck, kiss there, breathe shakily and try to stifle your moans.
But tonight, he doesn't care who hears. He grips your hair and pulls, exposing your neck as he pounds up into you.
He trails his mouth across your sensitive skin, nips gently.
"Mmm that's it. Tell 'em who made you feel this good."
"Raph, oh my God..." you reach to cover your mouth as your pleasure peaks.
He grips your wrist, slows and deepens the pace. You squeak an exhale.
Feeling you pulsing around him is overwhelming. He loses himself in pleasure, is very vocal tonight. His moans of your name echo around the patio. Growls and grunts against your skin as he peppers you with kisses light you up with pride.
Adjusting slightly, you angle yourself so you're playing with his tip while you grind your hips. A choked cry sounds as Raph throws his head back, rocks his hips upward to meet you.
His unsteady breathing means he's close. You continue on, enjoying torturing him, only for him to lift you with ease, spin quickly to change positions, now your body replacing where he just was.
Raph grips the cushion behind you, continues thrusting at such an angle and speed your eyes flutter closed as another orgasm teeters for you.
"Ah, that's it. I feel you right there, sweetness. Go on. I know you got another for me."
His finger gently presses on your sensitive clit, swirls smooth circles.
When you grip his muscled arms and pant out his name, he finally exhales a heavy breath, changes his footing for easier movement, and fucks you until you're both at the very edge of something beautiful.
He tries to pull away, but you urge him to stay so close to you, let him fill you up.
Maybe you shouldn't have, maybe it was irresponsible, though you'd taken precautions.
All of those thoughts vanish when you see the pleasure it gives him.
Raph feels you pulsing around him again and he can't hold back anymore. When he begins his typical retreat to spill all over your thighs, you shake your head, a request on your lips; temptation - that damn temptation.
He could weep. He could actively weep while his knees buckle slightly, urgency clawing at his throat - it's now or never - and he lets go.
The cries of pleasure he emits make you kiss him quiet. He's panting between kisses, riding out the strongest orgasm he's had, feeling your walls fluttering around him as he cums, how wet you are from all of this, how gone he is...
He loves you. Fuck, he loves you.
Hips slowing, you feel his tension start to melt away, almost deflating his stance.
"You're a goddamn siren, ya know that?" he goans as he grabs you, falls backwards into the patio couch behind you, still inside, feeling you still playing with him - tensing your pelvic floor to pull more pleasure from him.
"You aren't complaining, are you?"
Your lips play against his jawline, nuzzling into him like you do after he's made you spent. Pride swells in his chest.
"Mmm, not at all, babe. Trust me. You offer to let me fill you up again? I'm running here."
You laugh and he thinks this is his favorite moment of his life so far.
A comfortable silence overtakes you two, just holding each other at this late hour.
"Mind if I sleep here?" He yawns against your shoulder, kisses there for good measure.
His eyelids are heavy when you look at him.
"You can spend the night whenever you want, Raph."
He blinks at you, taking in the view with the moonlight behind you, and he's pretty sure this is what heaven must be like.
"Think a shower's on the agenda first." He can't help but smirk at the look you're shooting him.
Showering together conserves water, sure, but you always end up pressed against the wall, your legs over his shoulders as he eats you out.
Tonight is no different, though you tell him to be gentle - you're so sensitive after everything tonight.
"I don't think I've got another..."
"-ya do. Ohhh, ya do. Trust me. I got this..."
Determination drives Raph to get you nice and worked up, close but not quite- only for him to stop, wash your body and your hair, all between kisses and touches that leave you somehow wanting again.
When he wraps you in a towel, dries himself off, and runs a brush through your hair...you're speechless.
Carrying you to the bed, he eases you down, reaches for the dresser for your vibrator, and sets it to the lowest setting.
He slips a finger inside of you, vibe on your clit, and urges you on.
"It'll help you sleep, sweetheart. Just...let go. You're close, I'm tellin' ya."
Right again. This orgasm slams into you so quickly, your vision goes white.
He lets you whimper his name, helps you ride it out, "that's it. Good girl...fuuuuck you feel so damn tempting squeezing around my finger like that..."
You gape at him.
"You showed up exhausted, Raph. We have all morning. Please, rest "
Nodding, he shuts the vibrator off, climbs in beside you, and kisses your temple.
"A guy could get used to this..." he trails off.
He lets you massage his muscles.
You enjoy watching the hulking turtle begin to finally relax.
He's asleep in 30 seconds.
You lay there for a few moments, just watching him, wondering how your friends would react if they knew.
But those are worries for another day. Right now, you pull the covers up.
You gasp when Raph places a protective arm over you.
"Shut that brain off..." his deep voice hums.
And you let yourself lean into his embrace, sleep finding you easier than ever.