Summary: Making out goes out of hand, and Raph takes your V card.
A/N: I've been asked a lot for 2007 Raph, pretty general things, so I made this small piece! Enjoy :)
18+I MDNI I 2007 verse I The reader is a virgin, Raphael isn't I both are 25 I established relationship I virginity loss
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The roughness of his thumb grazes over your swollen lips, and you bite him. He hisses, grasping your chin to capture your mouth. His kiss offers another glimpse of how much he hungers for you.
With inhuman strength, Raphael brings you on top of him. He gropes your ass roughly, drawing a whimper from your lips. The heat builds in your belly as his hands trail up, lifting your dress in the process. His palms on your back make you shiver, You adjust over his thigh, surrendering to the instinct of grinding over it shamelessly, greedily. Raphael groans, his tail lining between his legs, throbbing, slowly exposing his hardening cock.
"Take it off," he says, short of breath, tugging your dress.
You comply, hardly noticing the swift movement in which he takes off your bra along with it, too busy admiring the glistening pre-cum sliding down his shaft. Slick pools between your tights.
You ditch your underwear, mouthwatering at the sight of his length, slightly curved, now all hard and wet for you. Raphael is about to nuzzle his face between your perfect breasts when you push him, forcing him to fall over the soft cushions of your bed as you strip the red bandana off his face.
He gazed up, stunned. “Doll?”
Raphael barely has time to speak. You place yourself on top of him, moaning at the soft, rosy skin of his shaft against your bare cunt, and you carefully jerk over it. Raphael growls, head falling back, jaw clenching. Fucking pretty. His hands fly to your hips, digging.
You build the pace as you need it: hot, fast, tight. You feel him reaching out, and you slow down enough for his finger to slide into your drenched hole. You gasp, eyebrows furrowing before picking up the moves again, balancing your weight, palms over his plastron as you kept fucking your clit over his slippery dick. You moaned unabashedly, enjoying how he matched his finger thrusts with your grinding. Blazed tingles run through your body, boiling.
Your face is so erotically hypnotizing. Fuck, you're not usually this worked up by fingering alone. Something's different. Raphael withdraws his hand, and you whine aching at the emptiness. The steady grasp on your hips refrains any movement.
“Hey, wait. Why are you-”
"I want to go further," you breathe, urgently.
He eyes you, unable to hide the fire stirred by your words.
"How further?"
Usually, he'd finger fuck you, biting and nibbling your tits until you climax, and you'd suck his dick in return. Other times you'd just gotten off by dry humping. However, you've never had anything close to penetrative sex, you weren’t ready yet, and he's always been too sweet about it. But just now, the thought of his cock pounding relentlessly inside you makes you quiver in the best ways. Right there, you know it.
"All the way."
"Are you sure?" he gasped.
"Yeah," you panted.
No sooner the words left your mouth, You begin lining him up with you, cunt clenching at the feeling of his firm, hot length on your hand.
"Whoa, wait," he blurts, "You'll hurt yourself."
“I can take you.”
Raphael chuckles, mouth closed. It rings deep and holds a tint of mischief that sounds sexy on him. He effortlessly rolled you down, now your back against the mattress, soft pillows under your head. You scarcely have time to react before he steals a fervent kiss. His tongue twirling with yours is fucking amazing.
"I know you can, but I don't wanna hurt my lovely doll," Raphael smirks at you, pushing your legs open to settle between. “Let me do it.”
“Please hurry,”
His smile widens, shooting a teasing glance your way as he pokes your entrance to insert his finger. It slides in smoothly, despite its thickness. He watches it disappear inside you, bewitched by the sight. After a couple of gentle thrusts, Raphael pushes in another finger, hurtfully slow. You squirm when he curves them at the right angle.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he manages under his breath.
Raphael works them up, in and out, for what it feels like forever. Just when you think he’ll torture you into pleading, he pulls away, not wasting a single second to line with you. The tip of his cock is somewhat triadic, rounder on the base, wide and it feels kind of gummy.
You gape as he enters you slowly, carefully. A loud, desperate moan rolls off his lips. You grip his shoulders, unawarely digging your nails. It isn't as painful, yet it still stings as it stretches you. Raphael grazes your forehead with his own as he bottoms out.
"Easy, if it’s too much we can stop," he reassures, his breath staggered.
You suddenly hate you're the only inexperienced one. It's embarrassing. “No, just a second, I just need- a second,” your voice trembles.
He processes your answer, urgently clinging to reason as your hot walls close around him, so tight, so right to fit him.
“R-Relax, take a deep breath,” Raphael instructs.
He sucks on your neck, licking a long stripe over your pulse line to the base of your jaw, slightly nibbling. Your eyes shut at the feeling, and a soft sigh glides from your lips.
"Hmn- I’m fine, go on."
“You sure?” He rocks himself softly, tentatively.
You clench around him. The delicious squeeze tears a groan off him, right against your neck.
“Yeah,” you breathe.
Raphael lowers himself near. His plastron presses over your breasts. It feels fantastic over your nipples. You arch at the contact, aching for more.
His hooded eyes don't leave your face: gently warm cheeks and watery eyes. You look beautiful.
"Ah— I'll make this so good for you," he pants, picking up the pace, "I'll ruin you for anyone else," he continues, slurring his words as his mind burns alongside him.
You’d gladly let him, you want to say so, but you can't think. His perfectly curved dick kisses your sweet spot deliciously.
“Hmn— there! right there Raph, please!,”
You don’t even care for the desperate sound of your trembling voice or how your words seem to splice together. Raphael obliges. You spread your legs further, allowing the base of his plastron to work your clit along the way. Your rational thinking numbs as you chase the growing coil building in your core.
A deep, animalist growl falls from his throat as your nails digg to the top of his shell, your back arches, mind vanishing into some place where there's only room for ecstasy. You're loud as you come, you don't care.
Raphael’s pace grows sloppier as the pulsations of your warm cunt trigger his peak.
“Nnm— fuck,”
He pulls out abruptly. The emptiness hurts just for a few seconds before hot, sticky loads dampen your torso, splattering up to your chest.
He falls beside you, catching his breath. You linger in the after-bliss until his voice brings you back.
"I'll clean you up. Give me a sec," he asserts before motioning off your bed.
"Just use my dress," you say, tiredly and zero percent willing to lay without him for a single solid second. "Let's take a shower in a few minutes."
He heeds. Once cleaned up, you snuggle into him, enjoying his welcoming embrace.
"Did it hurt too bad?" Raph questions.
"No, it was good,” you lengthen the word. It makes him smile. “I don't know why I waited this long to do it. Did you like it?"
Raph laughs lightly, incredulously. "Of course I did. Did you?"
"Fuck yeah,"
You both share an endearing giggle. He cups your cheek.
"Altho, I thought you would want your first time to be fancier."
"Fancier?" you repeat with a quirked brow.
He propelled himself over his elbow to have a better angle of your face. You allow the movement, reclining over the soft pillows as you look up at him.
"Yeah, you know, candles, roses, and stuff," he said, averting his gaze.
You laughed, whole-heartedly, gracing his cheeks with both hands.
"I only wanted to be with you. Nothing else matters."
He gave you the brightest of smiles, and it reached his eyes so beautifully that your heart almost stopped straight there.
