“Ya’ can repay me in the mornin’.”
Warnings: NSFW (18+), Graphic language, Explicit language...
Character(s): Raphael (TMNT 14/16) x Reader
Tags: @aurora-the-kunoichi @moonlightflower21 @donatello-writes
A/N: I’m new to posting on this platform with my own content, so please be nice lol. This is my first TMNT imagine and, yes, I wrote it for my favorite (Raphael). Please excuse any mistakes that I made, I wasn’t sure what I was doing when I wrote this, haha. And to the lovely people that I tagged, I just wanted to see if you’d check it out, maybe give it a read? Maybe share it and let other people read it? You don’t have to and my apologies if you didn’t want to be tagged. I know Raph may not be your turtle of choice, but I was just looking for some feedback or something. Again, thank you if you do and I understand if you don’t want to read it or share it.
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The sound of the clock ticking annoyed her right ear and her heavy eyes stared up at the ceiling above, watching as the fan spun just enough for a cool breeze to blow through the room. It was completely dark outside, possibly about two-am, but she just couldn’t seem to fall asleep. The large window on the far wall was ajar, the light curtains blowing with the breeze of the late-night wind. It wasn’t too loud outside, yet she still couldn’t fall asleep.
Lifting her cell-phone in front of her face, she unlocked it with her thumb and went straight to her text messages. There was a certain name she had been looking for and when she found it she sent a simple greeting just to make sure he wasn’t busy or asleep. She placed the phone on her chest and within the next few seconds, the phone buzzed against her skin. He was awake and had told her to hang tight, that he’d be over within moments.
She waited anxiously in her spot, her foot rubbing against the other underneath the dark comforter. Her heartbeat slowly picked up with every little noise from outside. She knew he was coming, however, that didn’t stop her stomach from knotting up or her heart to rise until the thumping of the organ could be felt in her throat. Every time she saw him, in light or in darkness, it was as if she had just discovered him. An aching feeling burnt in the pit of her stomach and it spread until her panties were soaked and her toes were tingling.
The harsh thump against the fire escape alerted her of his arrival. Her hand reached to her right and she turned her lamp on, her eyes now fixating on his tall and strong body. He stood six-foot-six and his muscles made it hard for him to fit through her window, especially with the large shell hanging on his back. They stared at one another, his bright-golden eyes gazing down her covered body with his lip caught between his teeth. She couldn’t help herself and let her gaze rake up and down his form.
“Ya’ couldn’t sleep?” His voice was decently deep and coated with a thick New York accent. He smiled and stepped forward, watching as she slowly sat up in bed.
“No. I’m sorry if I bothered or interrupted anything-”
“Nah, ya’ didn’t. I’m actually glad ya’ texted me. Mykie’s been braggin’ about his winnin’ streak on Fifa and it was gettin’ annoying,” he chuckled and took a spot on the end of the mattress. “But I thought ya’ said what we were doing’ was over?”
“...Yeah, I know. I don’t know-” She was completely confused. There was a craving, a yearning, for him. His lips, his cold hands, rough skin, his voice. She had called their arrangement off, yet she seemed to find herself regretting it.
“Ya’ don’t have to explain. I came, didn’t I? I guess ya’ can take that as a hint that I miss ya’ too.”
She nodded, yet she still wasn’t sure of what exactly to do. He looked at her and watched her face for any signal as to what move to make, but he didn’t find a single one. Placing his large hand on her leg, he slid it up until it grasped hers. She felt a surge of warmth slide down her until it reached the most sensitive part of her.
“Raph…” She choked on her breath as his hand parted from hers and began to snake down to the band of her panties. He played with the elastic for a moment, one of his fingers rubbing up and down her slit. Raphael began to pull the blanket from her body. He wanted a full preview.
His eyes flicked up to hers and he felt his cock harden in his shorts. She was staring at him, her mouth hanging open and her nipples peeking through the thin material of her tank top. Raph reached up and began kissing her neck, his teeth and tongue working to mark her flesh all the while one of his fingers circled her clothed clit. She moaned and moved her head, widening the surface area for his mouth.
“Do ya’ want me to stop?” he whispered, his tongue staining her skin. She looked at him, her arm wrapping around his neck and pulling him in for a deep, tongue filled kiss. “Use your words, baby.” His lips left kisses from her neck all the way down to her cleavage.
“No… please,” she begged, her eyes watching as he easily pulled her shirt apart, exposing her chest.
“Please what, baby?” His mouth wrapped around her left breast, his tongue lapping around her already hardened nipple.
“Please… don’t stop…”
Raph switched his mouth over to her right breast, his hands still groping and working her left. She let her head fall back before looking back down at him with her tit still in his mouth. He made sure to make eye-contact as he bit down on her nipple and pulled gently before wrapping his mouth around her whole breast again.
Raph sat up, his mouth coming off of her skin with a wet ‘pop’. His gear had already been removed before arriving in her apartment, but he still stood to his full height and removed the shorts that restricted his hard length from springing free. His dick bounced against the bottom of his plastron before resting heavily in his hand. Raph jerked the covers from his lover’s nearly-naked body and climbed back on the bed, his body resting comfortably in-between her legs. He kissed her thighs and bit down just enough to turn the skin pink.
She watched him, still, from above and played with the ends of his tattered, red bandana. He was beautiful with it off, but she loved the way it looked on him. She always thought that the red cloth made his eyes seem brighter, yet hidden in the shadows of the mask. Raph began pulling her panties from her, cursing beneath his breath as he watched a string of her excitement detach itself from her pussy lips before resting in the cotton material. She was so wet, and he could smell her arousal. The closer he got, the stronger her scent was. He couldn’t help it and bit down harshly into her thigh, making her jump and jerk.
“Sorry,” he said, his eyes darker and his voice deeper, raspier. “I’ve just missed how ya’ taste.”
There was that same jolt of something indescribable. She loved when he talked dirty and, boy, was he good at it. His words could get so filthy, nasty even. Yet she loved it every time. And he knew it too, for he teased her with his voice many times before.
Raph ran his tongue slowly up her closed slit, his eyes locked with hers again. He watched every deep breath she took, every twitch of her body, and listened to every small sound that left her lips. He watched her as he slipped his tongue between her folds and lapped up her juices, teasing her hole with his tongue.
A growl-like noise left his mouth as he circled her clit with his tongue before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. He let his hands wander up her body until they grabbed a hold of her chest and squeezed, his mouth still sucking and licking her pussy. Her head had fallen back moments ago and she couldn’t find the energy to pull it back up to watch him. But she did place one hand on his left one as it groped her chest, helping him squeeze her breast. All the while her other hand reached down to the back of his head and pushed his face into her, her hips jerking and grinding his against his tongue.
Raph could tell that she was close to orgasming by the way her moans increased in volume. A smirk found its way onto his lips as he slid his tongue as far inside of her as it would go, his finger rubbing her clit for extra measure. She was grinding against his face and Raphael felt close to his own orgasm just by that alone. He felt high as he swirled and thrusted his tongue inside of her, flicking and licking against her tight walls.
Her legs began to shake. Raphael had found that euphoric spot inside of her that not even she or her toys could find. He knew what was to happen next, so he flicked his tongue faster, as deep as his mouth would let him. Her hands grabbed his head as she cried out, her orgasm squirting out of her and onto the bed, her blanket, and even Raph himself. He tried to rub her clit to make her come again, but she was too sensitive and jerked back when his rough digit came in contact.
Smiling, Raph moved upward until his lips found hers in a slow kiss. She was still feeling it and moved her head to rest into the crook of Raph’s neck. Raph kissed her skin gently before standing up and flicking the light back off, his large frame walking to the other side of her bed and climbing in beside her.
“I didn’t do anything for you,” she whispered. Raph pulled her in for another gentle kiss.
“Ya’ can repay me in the mornin’,” he laughed. She smiled and cuddled into him after he pulled the comforter back up and around their bodies. Raph pulled her close, her bare ass against his still-hardened dick, and wrapped one arm around her torso, his hand grabbing her boob, and his other hand resting warmly in between her legs. “Get some sleep,” he whispered, kissing her head and relaxing against her.
She had only nodded in response and Raph closed his eyes, his body pressed against hers, and let himself fall asleep- at least until he had to leave.