Raph simp

It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fucking fair.

How could he be so... so... DAMN FINE?! Fucking hell. Lisa woke up to a text from him this morning that he had obviously sent after patrol. Still damp from the shower, he had laid back on his bed with his cock laying long and thick against his thunderous thigh and taken a selfie. 'Have a great day at work baby girl,' the accompanying text had read. Oh, the bastard knew exactly what it would do to her. Thoughts of him had plagued her mind all day. More than once, a co-worker commented on how distracted she was. She wanted to lick every part of his delectable body and feel that big cock deep in her throat before he fucked her to within an inch of her life. Her panties were ruined. Absolutely soaked through. It gave her an idea.

Lisa knew he wouldn't come out in daylight, so while it was still sunny out, she nabbed a giftbag and tissue paper and placed her juicy panties in the bag. She threw in a little card with a message, 'look what you did,' and then left a big open-mouthed lipstick print on the side, knowing exactly where his mind would go. She stopped by her regular manhole cover and lifted it just enough to hook the gift bag on the ladder. Then she texted her brawny boyfriend to let him know she had left him a present. She headed home with a smile on her face and a sway to her hips.

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Raphael paused his morning workout for a swig of water and to check the notification on his phone. His eyes brightened as he read the text from Lisa and as soon as his routine was finished, he headed out to pick it up. The bright red bag with the black tissue paper was easy to find and he snatched it eagerly. He took out the little card on top and the kiss print immediately caught his attention. He could certainly put her wide mouth to use.

"'Look what you did,'" he read aloud.

One thick brow ridge quirked up. Then he pulled the paper out and reached inside. His finger hooked in the still damp panties and he lifted them out with a smirk. So, his picture this morning had had the desired effect. Bringing the tiny scrap of material to his snout, he breathed in deeply of her aroused scent. He was nearly punch-drunk instantly. Fuck.

It was still too soon to leave the safety of the sewers. He paced back and forth a bit but it was no use, his hard-on was raging and he was desperate for release. His phone suddenly chimed with another notification. Lisa, asking if he had found his gift yet. The little minx. He groaned audibly. Then an idea popped into his head and he practically ripped his shorts in his haste to pull them down. He wrapped her wet panties around his cock and pressed record on his phone. He added some spit and began to stroke his length, her damp lacy panties adding delicious friction. He grunted her name as he picked up speed, catching it all on camera. It took only minutes to spend his load all over the tunnel wall.

Then he lifted the phone to his face and warned her, “Now that I’ve taken tha edge off, I can focus on ya. See how many times I can make ya cum before ya beg me to fuck that tight little pussy.”

He hit send and shoved her panties in his pocket. The brute headed back to the lair for a shower, waiting for night to fall.

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Scarfing down a quick dinner, Lisa glanced absentmindedly at her phone but perked up when she saw that he had sent a video. She nearly choked on a bite of chicken as his show began. She watched, enraptured by the sight of that big veiny cock and the ungodly sounds he was making as he jerked off with her underwear. Her hunger for him only grew stronger. Deciding to prepare herself for him, she indulged in a hot shower.

Wearing only a towel, she padded to her bedroom to get ready for her guest, only to find him already there waiting. The look in his eyes was predatory and it sent a thrill through her body, straight to her core. A glance at the window told her that he had snuck out a touch early, using the long shadows of evening to hide his approach to her apartment. A coy smile graced her lips at his eagerness.

“Imma bout ta wipe that smug smirk right off your pretty face,” he growled, rolling his shoulders.

Lisa’s grin widened as she purred, “Is that so, big Daddy? Gonna make me beg?”

In two steps, he was on her. Towel ripped away, body lifted and pressed back against her bedroom wall, he grasped her wrists and held them above her head while his thick thigh slid up hard between her naked legs.

She shivered as he snarled in her ear, “Beg, moan, scream…gonna get ya so worked up an’ then….oh, baby girl.”

He looked deep in her eyes, desire dilating her pupils, and he took a deep breath, “An’ then, I’m gonna wreck that beautiful pussy in every possible way.”

She loved how strong he was, holding her there effortlessly and she knew he would do all he said and more, but she just couldn’t resist poking the bear. Arching her back to lift her full breasts to his ravenous gaze, she moaned low and sultry, “Promises, promises.”

The rumble of his deep churr sent tingling vibrations throughout her body and she hummed in appreciation. Keeping her restrained between his plastron and the wall, Raph invaded her mouth intent on conquest. Her low, throaty moans just ruled him up more and his thigh was wet with the evidence of her desire.

“Fuck!” he groaned, feeling her roll her hips for friction.

His mouth dragged down her flushed body leaving a trail of nips and kisses as he held her by the hips to keep her from sliding down. Once he hit his knees, he pulled her legs over his shoulders, cupping her ass with his big hands, and shoved his face into her pussy with desperation.

Lisa pushed her head back against the wall, openly moaning as he filled her up with his long thick tongue, working the muscle deep inside her canal. No one could eat her out the way he could. No one physically could please her like Raphael. Not for the first time, she thanked the powers that be for bringing this beautiful beast into her life. Her first orgasm crashed over her without warning and she clenched her thighs around his head as she rode it out. He never stopped thrusting his tongue until she relaxed her death grip, and then he slid out only to replace the appendage with his finger. He pumped it in and out rapidly, curling it and making her whimper, then just as suddenly, she was empty.

“Raph, what are you-?”

Lisa’s question cut short as she felt that same juice coated finger begin to push past the tight ring of her anus. She started to tense up, but then he was there, sucking her clit, massaging her butt cheek with his free hand. The sounds of pleasure he was making just from tasting her helped to calm her and she slowly relaxed. One knuckle deep, then two. He sucked and slurped as her juices ran freely, his finger picking up speed as he finger fucked her ass.

“Raph, oh god!” she whimpered, feeling another release building up.

Raph swallowed noisily and chuckled, “That’s right, baby, who’s making ya feel this good? Huh?”

“You are,” she yelped, as he thrust particularly hard. She was starting to pant harder as the pleasure nearly stole her breath. Her orgasm erupted white hot and she tried to buck in response. Raph held her hips and lapped at the slick running from her center. He eased his finger out gently.

“Please,” she gasped, trying to breathe.

Raph’s smirk threatened to split his face wide open.

“Please what?”

Lisa sucked in a shuddering breath, “Fuck me. Please just fuck me.”

With a growl, he stood and lifted her into his arms. As he lowered her to her bed, he drawled, “Yes, ma’am.”

Lisa watched through hooded eyes as he shoved his shorts and underwear to the floor. She would never get over the shock of his sheer size, no matter how many times she saw it. He took himself in hand and pumped once or twice, then a calculated gleam came into his eyes.

“Ya know, I liked yer little note. That lip print stretched wide gave me ideas.”

Her laugh was sultry as she stalked across the bed to where he stood at the foot and she didn’t bother to reply. Her little pink tongue swiped the precum right off his tip and then she popped her pout right over it and slid down. His hand immediately fisted in her hair, not too tight, just enough pain to feel good. He let her control the speed as she bobbed up and down on his length. He hissed as he bumped the back of her throat, loving the way she swallowed and squeezed him. Her hand twisted around the part that she couldn’t fit in her mouth, and still he thrust lightly, causing her to gag occasionally. He licked his lips as tears pricked the corners of her eyes. He knew it was a bit more than she could take but god, did she look so gloriously wanton and sexy as she tried. Finally, he could stand it no more and he tapped her cheek. Lisa pulled off with a wet pop and wiped at her eyes.

“Lay back fer me,” he rumbled.

Obediently, she laid back down and spread her legs in waiting. He gave a satisfied grunt and crawled over her prone form. Hooking an arm under each of her knees, he pushed them up towards her chest, leaving her completely open and exposed.

Raphael looked into her lust-blown eyes and murmured, “Guide me in.”

She grasped him tight in her hand and aimed his thick cock for her entrance. Raphael surged forward with a groan and sunk balls deep at this angle. He kept her legs pinned back as he pulled nearly out and slammed forward. There was nothing slow or easy about the way he fucked her. He may have taken the edge off earlier in his cheeky video, but she got him riled up like no one else ever could. The scent of her in his nostrils, the taste of her on his tongue, and the way she sucked him with such blatant enjoyment, it drove him crazy. His little firecracker, and he didn’t know what he would do without her.

“Harder!” Lisa urged him, “Don’t you dare hold back!”

Raph roared his response, releasing her legs to grasp her hips, jerking her to him harder and harder as he thrust forward. He knew he was leaving bruises and he would kiss them and apologize later but right now, he was losing control as he chased his own orgasm. Lisa cried out as her third release bowed her body. It was enough to push him over the line and he growled as he emptied himself deep within her still pulsing walls. He rolled to the side and gathered her up in his arms, pressing kisses to her hot sweaty face.

“Ya okay?” he asked softly.

She nodded, “Yeah.”

Raph nuzzled her neck, “Did I deliver what I promised, or what?”

Lisa pursed her lips, then with a tsk, she shook her head.

“I believe you promised to make me scream,” she reminded him.

He stilled for a moment, then a dark chuckle slipped out, “Well, then I ain’t done yet.”

He rolled over her once more, his cock already stirring…

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You were starting to get worried. You had never seen Mikey so quiet, focused, and still before. He wouldn’t let you see what he had been working on, his tongue sticking out of his mouth in concentration as he carved. Whatever his jack-o-lantern design was, he was taking it seriously. You looked at your own pumpkin and smiled at the cute outline of the ghost you had carved. It was adorable. 

Plucking up your courage you decided to finally ask what was on the ball of energy’s mind. 

“Mikey,” you whispered trying not to spook him and failing as he jumped and made eye contact. “You OK?”

“Oh…uh, yeah…why?” He asked suddenly suspicious and twisting his pumpkin even closer to his chest. 

“You haven’t said a word in almost twenty minutes and with the way you’re forehead has been puckered you’re going to have a chasm between your eyes if you keep it up,” you giggled. 

“I’m almost done,” he said quickly…too quickly. “It’s something I’ve been wanting to show you for a while and I just want to get it right.”

“If you say so,” you said, smile fading when he again took up focusing on his pumpkin instead of talking to you. 

Tonight was supposed to be a chance for the two of you to finally get some one on one time. Mikey was your best friend and the turtle you spent the most time with. In truth you wanted to spend all of your time with him. He had been in your life since saving you from a group of thugs on your late night walk home from work almost five years ago, literally dropping in and stopping them in their tracks. Call it wonder or shock you hadn’t reacted like most humans they saved and he had stuck around to make sure you were OK until detective Jones and several other officers had shown up. His brothers had shown up shortly after and the rest was history. 

You still got a chuckle from the look of confusion on Leo’s face when he had turned up to find you laughing on a nearby stoop at his brother’s impressions. Mikey was always trying to make you smile or laugh or feel carefree. It was one of the reasons why he was so easy to love. He truly just wanted to see you happy. And when Mikey was happy it was like no force on earth could dare bring sadness close. You had long ago admitted to yourself that he held your heart, but you never said a word for fear that it would cost you your dearest friend. 

Staring across the table you observed the slope of his cheeks, the way his nose scrunched up when he was concentrating, the way he carefully held the carving tools after you had so detrimentally bent yours with your carelessness. No matter what his brothers said, Mikey showed care when it mattered. You could feel your cheeks flush with color the longer you stared. He really was a wonder to behold and you loved every minute you spent with him. 

Seeing him pull his tongue back in his mouth and sit back observing his work you realized he must finally be finished. But then a curious thing happened, you watched his face morph from concentration to nervousness. What was he thinking now?

“So before I turn this around I should probably explain first,” he started. You gave him your full attention. “I love when we get to spend time together, and when I asked you to carve pumpkins with me tonight I didn’t mean it as like…a friend thing…I meant it as…a date…thing.”

Here he paused and you felt your heart ramp up it’s beats per minute. Was he…was he finally making a move? Could it be that your feelings were returned??!! Whispering your name he finally made eye contact and turned his pumpkin around. The words “Will you be my boo?” were carved into the front. 

Smiling you looked down at your own carving of a ghost and decided to answer him the same way. You took the little carving knife and began to quickly carve out your answer. Finishing you looked back at him to see that he was clearly nervous and panicked. You turned it around and watched his face bloom with a smile as he saw the word YES carved right beside your ghost. Reaching across the table he grasped your hand and held it tight.

When his brothers came home to find the two of you cuddled under a blanket on the couch whispering with the lights turned out and your pumpkins glowing, you heard Raph’s over the top approval of your decision. 

“It’s about time!” 

Happy Halloween

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