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You flopped face down onto the plush cover of your bed with a heavy sigh, exhausted after a long and grueling day at work. You hadn't even bothered to change into something more comfortable after getting home at such a late hour, stopping only to pull your shoes off by the front door before dragging your feet to your bed in a daze.
Your only solace was the knowledge that you had the entire weekend off, and could spend the next forty-eight hours wasting away in the comfort of your own home.
Just as your eyelids started to flutter shut, a familiar tapping noise came from your window. Nowadays, you didn't bother to keep it locked, considering only one person ever entered and exited through it at this time of night.
Feeling too tired to get up or look properly, you dragged the hand facing closest to the window off the bed and waved it around noncommittally, giving your lovely visitor the approval to enter.
You heard the window slide open, followed by a muted thud before it slid shut once more. Without bothering to open your eyes, you rolled onto your side- throwing your arms out into position, fully expectant of a hug.
A deep, amused chuckle floated through the air before accepting your silent invitation and carefully joining you in bed. The heavy metal frame squeaked at the added weight, just as it did every time. You let out another, far more relaxed, sigh as muscular arms wrapped around you protectively; smiling against the cool, scaled collarbone when you felt the touch of firm lips press against your temple.
"Long day?" Raph murmured in a low tone, shuffling closer when you nuzzled your nodded agreement into the crook of his neck.
"Mhm. You?" You managed to reply aloud, though you had to wonder if it sounded more like muffled nonsense against his skin.
"I'm good," He answered dutifully, maintaining his quiet tone as he pulled one large hand up to softly weave through your hair to cradle the base of your skull, while the other began rubbing soothing circles over your upper back. "We ain't patrollin' tonight since Leo's got a thing."
You hummed happily, relishing in the knowledge that at least one of your nights could be spent together without interruption.
The two of you continued to lay in silence for a while, tucked against each other comfortably. Just as you felt yourself nodding off again, Raph let out a deep sigh.
"Alright, come on," he smiled against your forehead, pausing his soothing ministrations to pat your back encouragingly. "Ya can't sleep before puttin' on pajamas and gettin' under the covers, at the very least."
You groaned, dragging yourself even closer against his plastron in an attempt to convince him otherwise. Unfortunately, he wasn't the type to be swayed once his mind was set- especially when it came to your comfort.
Rather than waiting for you to pull away and stand on your own, his hands moved to hold you tight against his chest as he stood up himself, lifting your body up and into his arms along with him without the slightest bit of difficulty.
Looping your arms around his neck for leverage, you burrowed your face further against the deep-set scar on his shoulder with a stubborn huff, legs pulling up to brace your weight around the lower half of his waist instinctively. You were sure nothing could have roused from your exhaustion, and yet…
The subtle feeling of the firm sides of his plastron rubbing slowly back and forth against your inner thighs as he walked to your dresser- paired with the way he suddenly bounced you up, shifting your weight over to one arm and freeing up a hand to slide open the dresser drawer- had you feeling far more awake than you had been mere moments ago.
Your eyes finally cooperated with you, blinking open to silently admire the angular profile of his face while he rummaged around to find you a more comfortable set of clothes. The ridge above his eyes had furrowed a bit as he searched using nothing but the dim glow of a single streetlight through the window, still innocently unaware of your growing shift in mood.
You felt your lips curl into an appreciative smile as you continued to gaze at his handsome features, tinted almost ethereally by the faint, golden light. You found everything from the smooth curve of his snout to the strong square of his spiked jaw absolutely enthralling. Then, his features relaxed, the corner of his eye crinkling happily when he finally grabbed whatever article of clothing of yours he was looking for, and you found yourself wondering how on earth someone could be so ridiculously attractive and adorable at the same time.
You barely registered the sound of him pushing the drawer shut again, far more focused on the way his thumb was now unconsciously rubbing circles against his single-armed hold on you. He began to make his way back to your bed, change of clothes dangling from his other hand.
But the idea of sleep quickly became irrelevant.
Raph froze, right at the foot of the bed, breath hitching when you began to languidly mouth at the scaled skin just beneath his jawline. The low, almost hesitant, rumbled warning in his voice as he murmured your name only served to entice you further, brushing the tip of your nose up against his scales.
You felt his hold on you tighten fractionally, and you began to smirk, rewarding his unnecessary restraint with a teasing, slow nip against the pulse of his neck.
For a moment, it seemed as though your efforts to entice him would be in vain. He stood as still as a statue. Then, without warning, you were tossed backwards down onto the bed- change of clothes forgotten as Raphael crawled onto the bed above you, bracing his weight with his hands beside your head to further cage you in beneath him.
"You're tired," He said slowly, his gaze heavy and hooded. "Be good."
The request only had the opposite effect, nearly making you shudder with anticipation.
"But Raph," you practically sang back, unable to hold back the teasing, melodic lilt in your tone as you brought one hand up to trace down the divot between his pectoral plates softly. "I'm wide awake now. Promise. Let me love you… please?"
You watched his jaw lock up at your words, adoring the way the muscles of his throat moved to swallow thickly. He lowered himself down onto his forearms, one knee sliding up to brace against your outer hip as he inched closer with a shaky sigh, holding your gaze all the while.
The two of you had been together for years at this point. And yet, the heated excitement you felt at your core whenever he looked at you this way- as if every word that escaped your lips was akin to a siren leading him astray, one that he would forever willingly follow- never changed.
And each and every time you had the opportunity, you would show him exactly how much you adored him in return; verbally, emotionally, and physically.
The only small problem the two of you had, if it could actually be called a 'problem' at all, was that Raph always wanted to give back just as much as you gave.
Each and every single time.
He crooked his head down further, offering a slow hint of a lick against the plush of your lips the moment they met with his own. You sighed contently, blindly bringing your other hand up to cup his face as you let him progressively deepen the kiss.
Raph shuffled his weight around above you, and soon the metal clatter of his weapons dropping to the floor beside the bed was followed by the faint thump of various articles of your clothing, joining the growing pile.
He slipped your shirt off first, fingers trailing slowly against the sides of your rib cage and upper arms as he pulled it over your head- breaking his kiss for only a second, before dipping back down and continuing with fervor.
Your bra went next, quickly followed by your socks and pants, his fingertips burning slow, invisible trails down your skin until only one thin article of clothing remained on your person.
Finding the fact that his black sweatpants were still covering his lower half completely unfair, you began to run your own hands further down.
You dragged your fingers gently against the plates of his plastron with every intention of showing your appreciation elsewhere, when Raph pulled back; pinning both your hands above your head with only one of his own, then bringing his other knee up to lean dominantly above you- all before you even had the time to fully open your eyes.
You blinked up at him with confusion, still feeling a bit dazed from the way he had sensually dragged the tip of his tongue forward along the roof of your mouth when he parted.
The corner of his mouth twitched up as he regarded your hazy expression, tilting his head in a way that made his sharp tooth glint in the dim lighting.
"You're tired," He repeated in a low whisper, reaching up with his other hand to carefully untie his mask, then loosely wrapping the soft fabric around your trapped forearms in a single, suggestive loop. "So… how 'bout ya just let me love you tonight?"
The excited shudder that rolled over your body was uncontrollable this time, Raph's grip on your wrists tightening with a deep, controlled groan when your hips twitched upwards against him in response.
You let out a shaky breath at the sound, resisting the urge to grind up into him with sheer, unadulterated want.
Every once in a while, one of you would become unabashedly determined to please, convincing the other to let them have full reign for the night. You'd also both break only a short while later, unable to deny the other pleading to return the favor tenfold.
You liked to think you were better at ensuring Raph's hands remained tied up during moments like these, but the truth of the matter was that both your track records were probably about the same when it came down to it.
Neither of you seemed to be able to resist allowing the other to touch you when it came to the point of begging.
Convinced that tonight would be the same, you smiled; and just like that, your hands were delicately bound together, connected to the metal bed frame just above your head, rendering your ability to run your hands over every inch of him- the way you always wanted to- completely useless.
He kissed your forehead lightly as he tied the final knot, before leaning back to admire your figure. His eyes trailed down appreciatively, following the slow path his heated fingertips dragged against your skin as he went.
You shuddered again when both his thumbs glided over the curve of your chest, grazing lightly yet purposefully over the buds of your nipples. Raph took his sweet time, alternating between softly massaging with the large pads of his fingertips and the feather-light drag of his nails against your flesh.
By the time he shifted himself further down- kneeling between your parted legs and slowly dragging your soaked underwear down, past your knees, leaving them to hang off a single ankle- you were practically shaking with need.
"Raph," You whispered, legs twitching closer towards the sides of his large body to coax him closer. He silently hooked a single forearm beneath the bend of one of your knees in reply, keeping your thighs pulled even further apart.
A rhythmic and heavy rumble began to escape his throat as his other hand slowly slid up along your inner thigh, hooded gaze now fully locked on the expanse between your legs. He chuckled at your impatient whimper, head falling dreamily to the side as the very tip of his finger slowly dragged down between your glistening folds.
"Raph," You groaned at the teasing flutter of a touch, growing a little embarrassed with how ready your body felt from nothing but his touch. "Please."
Your hands were already fruitlessly tugging down against your bindings, desperate to feel the texture of his rough scales underneath the soft skin of your fingertips.
Wanting to make him become just as breathless as you felt.
"Relax," He replied softly, shuffling closer up to rest the back of your thighs over the top of his own, freeing both his hands by tucking your knees into the soft space between his plastron and carapace. Keeping your hips lifted up against him, and legs spread apart. "Final warning, I'm not breakin' this time unless I hear our word. Tonight's all about you."
You snorted in amusement at the declaration, opening your mouth to let him know that you'd quite literally beg him to differ, but the words never had the chance to leave your throat. Your head flew back, pushing into the pillow beneath you as you choked out a sudden, surprised moan- twitching as he casually pushed one of his thick fingers inside you, all the way down to the second knuckle with ease.
Your legs quickly turned to jello when he slid his finger halfway out, then pushed even further into you with a steadfast rhythm over and over and over again; thumb eventually resting steady against your clit once he felt your walls slowly relax with his ministrations, allowing him to begin carefully easing his second finger into you as well.
You gasped as his second finger gently pushed in to join the delightful stretch of the first, then held patiently still as your walls clenched tightly around them in response. Your hips nearly bucked up when his thumb began to slowly apply pressure against your clit- rubbing down in small, encouraging circles- causing jolts of pleasure to radiate within your core and spread throughout the rest of your body.
He practically cooed with every uncontrollable shiver of your body, relishing in your quiet whimpers and moans as your body relaxed and he began to pump his fingers into you again, massaging out any remaining tension by quickening the pace to a near jackhammer when he began to feel your slick inner walls flutter with pleasure.
"Come on," he mumbled lovingly, scissoring his fingers wide and rubbing the edge of his longest finger incessantly against that one particular spongy section of your walls that had you instantly seeing stars.
Your knees shuddered hard against the broad expanse of his sides as he refused to relent, only increasing in speed each time you tried to utter his name without sounding completely incoherent.
He leaned forward just as you began to climax, slowly dragging his rough tongue up the pulse point of your neck and shifting the position of his thumb to rub against your clit roughly with each heavy thrust of his hand.
Your thighs spasmed when you came only a moment later, moaning and trapping his fingers impossibly deeper inside as your muscles locked up around him. His free hand immediately began rubbing soothing patterns into the flesh of your thigh, slowing the ministrations of the hand still tucked deep within your clenching walls to a stop. You closed your eyes, willing your clenched muscles to loosen up again as you climbed back down from your high.
You eventually heard him quietly sigh in between your deep breaths, causing you to leverage your weight against the red fabric still bracketing your wrists to the bed frame above your head in an attempt to pull yourself up a little bit and better see his face.
His hooded gaze had become almost glossy, enthralled and completely focused on where his fingers were still buried within you. You watched as he was finally able to slide his fingers back out of you, swallowing in anticipation when he mindlessly brought them up to his lips, thoroughly glistening with your taste, and licked them clean.
Heated eyes met your own once again, the hand that was once massaging your thigh now sliding down to grab lightly at your ankle. He gradually lifted it up, dragging himself down and lower on the large bed until he was able to hook your ankle against the back of his neck. He shifted further, pulling your other knee over his broad shoulder, spreading your legs open even wider and silently asking permission with a suggestive tilt of his head.
Shakily, you nodded, though your hands pulled down against your bindings again with a mind of their own.
"Raph," you started imploringly, wanting nothing more than to ensure he was feeling just as satisfied. "Let me?"
He shook his head with a smirk, turning his head to mouth at the sensitive skin at the inner side of your leg instead.
"Hmm, nice try," he mumbled against your soft flesh, voice rich as velvet, chuckling when you jolted at the sudden blunt nip and tug of his lips. "But I'm holding strong tonight. Beg all ya want, those hands are stayin' up 'till I hear our word otherwise."
You huffed in defeat, finding yourself a little surprised that he had actually managed to power through the first round of your quiet pleading. Still, you weren't about to cave, positive that he would give in after this second round.
Soon, you'd be able to give back your pleasure and- Oh.
Your thoughts were rudely interrupted, brain temporarily short-circuiting as Raph's thick, heavy tongue dragged up through your slick folds to lap against your swollen, sensitive clit. A single tentative lick was your only real warning before he hiked your lower half up even closer against his snout and pushed the entire length of his tongue inwards, aiming straight for that same spongy section of your upper walls without hesitation.
He licked, thrust, and mouthed against your most sensitive areas possessively, knowing your body like the back of his own hand. Every other inwards thrust of his tongue caused his snout to scrape forcefully against your clit, causing you to quickly ramp back up into desperate pants and moans. The deep, vibrating rumble of approval in his throat and against your core that only grew louder and louder as he continued to drink you in, encouraging your low moans to spike back up into delirious rambles and cries- far faster than you had been anticipating.
Your second climax hit you like a freight train, ears ringing as your walls spasmed and clenched around his tongue uncontrollably. Your vision began to black out when you quickly realized that despite your muscles locking up hard, he had no intentions to stop.
His long, thick tongue continued to fuck deep into you mercilessly, easily pushing past your tight, fluttering walls and into your burning core even as your body began to convulse at the sheer amount of overstimulation. He held you tight against him when your second orgasm bled right into your third, grip nearly bruising as you let out choked, wailing sobs.
Coming back to reality with slightly blurry vision, you watched as he blinked back at you lazily, tongue still buried inside you while he waited for your chest to stop heaving. He remained, only attempting to slowly pull away once you were able to breathe steadily again. With every overstimulated twitch of your leg or semi-conscious whimper, he would pause, allowing your frazzled nerves to settle and only continuing when your body fully relaxed against him once more.
By the time he had managed to slip his tongue fully back into his own mouth, you were tugging down at the soft fabric trapping your wrists above your head again, murmuring despondent pleas underneath your breath.
Raphael had thrown you over the edge of a proverbial cliff three separate times tonight and you hadn't been able to return the favor even once. In fact, he hasn't even removed his sweatpants yet. And it was beginning to drive you mad. A pitiful whine slipped past your lips before you could stop it and you felt his shoulders, still braced under your legs, immediately tense up with concern.
He whispered your name questioningly, gently dropping your legs back onto the bed and pulling himself up to place soft kisses against every bit of flushed skin he could find between the divot of your raised shoulder and along the hollow curve of your neck.
"You okay?" He asked, frowning as he pulled further up to kiss away the hint of a tear from the outer corner of your eye. "I didn't go too far, did I?"
You quickly shook your head to reassure him, letting out another shaky sigh as you considered your options.
You'd be damned if you were the first one to admit defeat in your nonsensical battle of being the best 'giver' in bed. In fact, the next time the opportunity arose, you swore to yourself that you weren't going to untie his hands until he was begging and pleading the safe word on his knees.
Surely, he was uncomfortable by now, right?
If he hadn't already dropped beneath the thick fabric of his pants, he must be sensitive at the very least.
Slowly, deliberately, you dragged your leg up while he was distracted, still mumbling sweet reassurances into your ear. Your efforts were instantly rewarded when you lifted your shin further up to grind back and forth softly against his lower plastron- right in the open space between his muscular legs. His words suddenly cut off with a deep, shuddering groan, panting as you dug your shin further up against him to try and coax him into dropping.
"A-Are you serious?" He managed to choke out, resting his forehead against your collarbone with a disbelieving laugh.
"Please? Please, please, please, Raph," You whispered enticingly, bending your knee and canting your hips up once more to gain a bit more leverage against the giant mutant still hovering over you with increasingly shaky arms. "Untie me? I'll make it worth your while, you know I will. I'll return the favor over and over and-"
You gasped, moaning again as a sharp pain radiated out your collarbone throughout your chest, dulling into a pulsating burn only a moment later.
If he had given you the opportunity to finish pleading your case, you might have stood a chance. Instead, Raph had let out a half-crazed growl in the middle of your sentence, raking his filed claws down the sides of your torso and scraping his sharp teeth harshly against your collarbone in warning.
"If you ask me to untie ya like that again, I swear I'm gonna-"
You grinned wide, beginning to feel a little feral yourself as you watched the hulking behemoth above you begin to become completely undone with nothing other than a suggestive grind of your leg against his groin.
"You're gonna what, Raphael?" You interrupted, practically purring when you finally felt him begin to drop, tenting the fabric of his sweatpants out with his impressive size. "Come on. Let me love you. Every. Single. Inch."
Faster than your pleasure-overloaded mind could currently comprehend, you were flipped over onto your stomach, mask twisting even tighter against your wrists as Raph dragged your hips back and up. Further and further, until you were draped forward on your knees with your chest pushed fully down into the mattress, dripping slit on full display in the air.
You gasped, feebly wriggling in anticipation when you felt his massive knee slide in between both your own, forcibly pushing your thighs to slide even further apart; shivering as the cold rush of wind against your center paired with the warm weight of his hand spanning across the width of your upper back made you clench hard.
Then, you felt the sheer heat of him behind you- lining up with a teasingly slow drag of his tip between your folds and against the bottom of your clit, making you kick a foot down towards the plush mattress in desperation.
You might have been outright begging again, but the truthfully you had no idea if the words coming out of your mouth were even coherent anymore as Raph began to sink every single inch of himself into your drenched heat, agonizingly slowly.
The gaping stretch from the thickness of his tapered head easing into you was deliciously intense, even with the multiple orgasms and foreplay that you had already experienced just a short while earlier.
You keened, trying and failing to push your hips further back against his in a delirious attempt to speed up the process. Your arms ached and shivered as he kept his firm grip on your upper back, keeping you bent over in the exact position he wanted you. He leaned forward, the bulk of him draping over you, sharp teeth scraping warningly against the sensitive skin at the back of your neck.
"Shh," Raph nearly growled, continuing to push deeper and deeper into you as slowly as possible. "You said to let ya love 'every single inch' of me? Then stay still and wait."
Each and every time he bent you over and took you like this, you found yourself swearing on your life that he was even bigger than the last time.
You warbled, feeling yourself slowly stretch wider and wider as he kept sinking deeper and deeper, pushing your walls open bit by bit to accommodate him. By the time the thickest part of him was finally buried in your warmth, up to the hilt and bottoming out- filling you to your absolute limit- your entire lower half was trembling all over again, pointless sounds of euphoria falling from your lips, muffled by pillows and delerium.
If your hands had been free, you would have held your palm up to the faint, but ever-so-noticeable bulge that was surely visible against the softness of your lower abdomen, just a fraction below your belly button. He always filled you so perfectly from behind.
As if he had read your mind, Raph released the steady grip he had on the dip of your lower pelvis when he had inched his way in, sliding his large palm directly over the pronounced bulge. He pressed in slightly, kissing at the skin of your shoulder blades- between the spread of his fingers still pushing down against your upper back- when another uncontrollable shudder of pleasure racked through your body at the gesture.
Then, after giving you only a few more seconds to fully adjust, your large mutant of a lover finally began to move.
The moment he began to scrape back and forth against your inner walls, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in faster and faster until the only thing keeping you in place was the sheer strength of his massive hands and the delicious push and pull of his cock- you nearly blacked out all over again.
He was everything. If it wasn't for the fact that he had stretched you out to the point your overstimulated slit could barely clench any tighter around him, you'd have sworn he'd thrown you straight into the longest orgasm of your life.
You twitched uselessly around him as he pumped into you, bottoming out and knocking against the deepest part of your passage. Over, and over, and over again. Dull pain mixed with intense pleasure, until all you could think about was the throbbing gape of your slit and the bruising pace of his cock. You could just barely hear yourself beginning to giggle between wet, needy sobs and loud, choked-out pleas.
Suddenly, the heavy hand pushing against the shifting bulge in your belly dragged further down to rub harsh, punishing circles against your swollen clit instead- and you screamed. Every time your body tried to flinch away, his fingers and overwhelmingly strong thrusts followed. Gasping for breath, you came so hard onto the sheets below that you couldn't tell where your own wetness ended and his thick, churning hot release slowly dripping down your abused core began.
You vaguely registered the signature lock of his jaw biting down into the upper flesh of your shoulder, as well as the soothing rub of his hand against your achingly content stomach, before passing out in exhaustion.
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Your hands were free when you awoke, once-sweaty skin now clean, dry, and smelling distinctly of unscented baby wipes. You shifted a bit, blinking rapidly as you took in your surroundings, tucked up beside Raph in your bed with the side of your cheek resting comfortably against the cool pectoral plate of his plastron.
Your sheets and pillows were a completely different color too, leading you to believe that you had somehow passed out long enough for him to have had time to replace the soiled ones. He had even pulled the oversized shirt he had originally found for you to wear as pajamas over your head, making sure you were fresh and modest, before tucking you back in.
"Hey," He murmured when he noticed you were awake, ruffling his fingers through your scalp and massaging softly. "You good? I... uh, I'm real sorry 'bout that. I never heard our safe word."
You hummed happily, nodding your reply into his firm chest.
"I never said it," You confirmed, a hazy, dumbstruck smile stuck on your face. "How could I when you still let me love every inch of you, even with my hands tied?"
Raph groaned, fully intent on pretending he had never uttered those sappy words in the heat of the moment.
Next time, you mused, curling up closer against him as his hand came up to rub absentminded circles along your lower back.
Next time you'd return the favor tenfold.