TMNT BrainRot

Too Busy

Sitting on the couch in the lair, you were busy typing away on your laptop.

You'd been insanely busy with your work for the last couple of months and hadn't had the time or energy to do anything but.

Not even hang out with your bestie.

Now, you'd known each other for years. And had always had a crush on him.

As a matter of fact, he knew it. You came right out and asked him if he'd ever be interested in... you know... doing the dating thing.

He had immediately turned you down due to his terrible experiences with relationships. He wasn't about to ruin his friendship with you because he was a big anger machine and seeminly too much for anyone to handle in a long-term, intimate relationship.

It hurt for a while, but you moved on. You'd hoped that your heart would also move on, but no luck.

So, you loved him from afar. As his bff.

Raph hadn't been able to stop thinking about it either. The moment you'd walked into the lair with Casey, it was all over for him.

And, well, you know the story. Big, tough Raph didn't feel deserving.

But you managed to weasel your way into his world anyway. And now, you took up as much of his time as you did his heart.

Which, was pretty much all of it.

Unfortunately, you'd been nose to the grindstone with work out the ass for months. If you weren't working, you were sleeping.

He was understanding at first, but it slowly slipped into annoyance, then into frustration. Now he was straight up aggravated. He was just about ready to throw that stupid fucking laptop of yours in the toilet and give it a swirly.

Instead, he took a few breaths and went back to the weight room.

"Perhaps now is a good time to act, my son."

The sound of Splinter's unexpected appearance from behind Raph nearly had him jumping out of his shell.

"Geez, Dad. Give a guy a heart attack." He turned and kneeled in front of his father, so he wasn't looming. Raph had always found it incredibly disrespectful to look down on the wonderful man who raised him.

"And whatdaya mean?"

"My son, we all know your feelings for her. It's time she did, too. She needs a break."

"But her work-"

"She keeps herself busy for a reason, Raphael. She needs a distraction when... things become too overwhelming for her to handle."

"Things?"

"Her feelings for you."

"But she-"

"Raphael."

Raph looked down at the floor, knowing damn well that he was making up excuses.

"She is a wonderful addition to our family."

"How do ya know-"

"And if you do not tell her soon, I'm going to pair her with one of your other brothers..."

Raph gave his father a pointed look.

The old rat smirked as he turned to exit the weight room. "Leonardo would be quite-"

"A'ight! Fine!"

Splinter smiled to himself as he continued out of the room to head towards the kitchen. "You had better not wait too long, Raphael."

Once his father was out of earshot, he let out an exasperated sigh and dragged a single hand down his face before standing up again.

He paced back and forth for a few minutes, talking himself up, before nodding and heading to the living room, where you had taken up residence on the sofa.

Raph walked up behind the couch where you sat. "Hey," he started, only to get your index finger in response.

So, he waited. When ten minutes passed, he tried again. "Hey," he said, a bit softer this time as he placed his hands on the back of the couch, at either side of your shoulders.

"Wait," you told him, hyper-focused on your typing.

Another ten minutes went by, and he leaned down, hovering right above your head.

"Hey," his voice was just above a whisper. He was using that low register that you didn't just hear, but felt deeply. Deep enough to caress your soul.

"I just-"

"Stop an' lookit me."

You let out a huff, but tilted your head back so your face was completely facing the turtleman looming over you.

The turtleman, who leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

A small gasp left your lungs, and before you could sit up straight again, you felt his large hand smooth over the soft skin of your throat. A single digit held your chin up as he pressed kiss after kiss to your lips. His kisses lingered longer and longer until you moved your laptop blindly to the side and reached up to hold his face to yours.

Only then did his tongue lave the crease of your lips, gently caressing and asking for entry.

And who were you to deny him?

You parted your lips, and as you did, he rumbled, "I love you," into your mouth, his tongue following his words before you could respond.

He tasted you, over and over, upside down. And gods, did you taste like heaven. You moaned and whimpered into his mouth as he flicked and teased your tongue. A preview of promises for bed later.

When he finally pulled back, you were completely flushed and flustered.

Raph just stared down at you, waiting for coherence to make its way back to your brain.

When he saw you come back online, he smirked, that sexy quirk of his scarred upper lip sending a small thrill straight to your core.

"Think I can get some of your attention, too?" His voice was still low, but teasing.

"Only if you promise to kiss me like that again," you sassed him, raising a brow.

"Depends..." He taunted, a clear challenge in his voice.

"Depends on what?"

His smirk grew into a full predatory smile.

"Where ya gonna let me kiss ya... And put my tongue."

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