Three weeks. 

The pulsing ache that burrowed inside of him would leave after three weeks. The tension in his muscles would slip away, his irritability would return to its normal state, and life would resume as normal. Or as normal as it ever was. 

Raphael usually stuck to his weight set for hours at a time before returning to his room to attempt to ease the stiffness that built up after a single day. That had become his routine whenever this time of year came around, and though he knew it was going to be a reoccurring thing, he dreaded it every time the weather started to warm. 

Yet something new has happened since last year. Something that had brought a new complication into this tortuous few weeks. You.

They had met you by accident, and you remaining so close to them hadn’t been part of the plan either. Some days Raph felt so grateful that such a thing happened to them that it overwhelmed him, and he usually had to distract himself for a bit until the fullness inside his chest slipped away.

Other days, he cursed the world for it. You had opened a door inside him that he had locked for years. The feelings that he never thought he would have to deal with in his lifetime, now being something that trailed behind him closer than his own shadow.

He liked to believe he might be haunting you the same way. There were moments between the two of you that he labeled as your close calls. Times when you had brushed against him, times when you grabbed his arm while laughing and your hand lingered on his skin, thumb brushing briefly before leaving. Times that left him wondering if this was something more or if he was creating something new entirely. 

Now, when he felt the beginning signs of springtime, he knew it was going to be worse. The thoughts that floated back to you used to be mostly harmless, now they dug into him like blades. 

A few weeks ago, he had told you some bullshit excuse to keep you out of the lair while they were able to push through the weeks of unbearable horniness. He felt bad lying to you, but he felt it might be easier than to remind you of just how unhuman he was. 

On one of the first days, he abused his punching bag until the chain broke. He lifted weights until his limbs burned, waiting until just before the sun set to touch himself. 

When that time came around, he shut himself in his room. He slowly undressed, then lounged back on his bed. With his eyes shut, he slipped into the easy motions he had gone on many times before. 

His cock was already hard just by the thought of what he was about to do. He wrapped his hand around it, his head falling back just from the feeling that provided. 

He stroked himself slowly at first, squeezing his hand around the head to use his precum as lube. 

That was when his mind strayed to you, and though he feared it would be unavoidable, it still made him feel like he was crossing a line he could never come back across. He had imagined being with you, of course, he craved to know what your legs would feel like slung over his shoulders. He wanted to know what you sounded like when you came, what you tasted like.

But something felt different about this. His hand moved faster as he imagined being inside of you. Your face buried in a pillow, muffling your cries for him to fuck you harder. He imagined cumming inside of you. How it would spill out of you when he pulled out, how full you would be of him. 

He thought of your voice, smooth and beautiful. Your moans would be just as sweet, full of lust and pleads. He thought of your smell, something that managed to remain anywhere you touched just to taunt him. He could imagine it now, the silky aroma that drifted off of your skin. It felt so vivid to him now, so close to him it drove him crazy. 

He was so close now it was nearly unbearable. His stomach had tightened, a cord stretching further and further. He heard your voice saying his name, and he pushed himself further into the fantasy of you touching him, of you yearning to see him cum, and he whispered your name in return. 

Through his closed eyes, he noticed the room brighten a bit. When he lifted his head, his first sight was you. At first he thought he had imagined you there, eyes wide as you watched him. Reality sank in shortly after, and he jerked to sit up.  

He blurted your name out in a panic.“What are you doing here?” He grabbed his pants off the floor and brought them over his lap. His blood roared in his ears as he waited for you to respond, to do anything but stand there. It was horrible of him, but the sight of you made his cock twitch beneath his clothes, reminding him of the visions he’d seen, how close he was just moments ago.   

You were silent for a moment, before stepping inside his room, and, to his complete shock, closing the door behind you, pressing your back against it. 

“What are you…” His words trailed off, breaths heaving. You clasped your hands together, but not before he noticed a slight tremor.

“You said my name. I heard you.” Your voice was quiet, and though you tried hiding it, he could tell you were nervous. “Were you thinking about me?” 

 Raph was silent, eyes wide. But you looked at him, waiting. After a moment, he nodded, still unsure if he had imagined you there at all. 

“Can I watch?” 

His heart nearly stopped, his body felt like it turned into clouds. He answered you by slowly taking the pants from his lap. You moved carefully, not taking your eyes off of him, and sat in the beanbag chair against the wall across from him. 

He began stroking himself again, moving slow until he felt himself fall back into the motions. He found the rhythm he enjoyed, squeezing his fist at the head. At first he avoided looking at you, but he could feel you watching him. 

He opened his eyes to see you leaning further back, your legs spread slightly, hands gripping your knees. He desperately wished he could know what you were thinking, but the rich smell of your arousal reached him from across the room, answering most of his questions for him. 

It pushed him further, the fact that he could get you like this without even touching you. That just seeing him like this had gotten you wet. His hand began moving faster, he could hear you lean forward. 

“Were you thinking about me touching you like that?” 

A chuckle escaped him. “‘Was thinking about a lot more than that.”

“What else?”

“Fuck,” He put more pressure around his cock, feeling flares shoot down his legs. He saw the muscles in your legs clench, hands tightening into fists. “Thought about having you any way I want. Makin’ you say my name while I fuck you. Makin’ you cum.” He let out a sharp breath. He was almost there, the cord nearly snapping inside him. “I’d have you all to myself. Nobody else would ever fuckin’ touch you. 

You slid your hand up your thigh, your voice a dreamy whisper. “Raph,” 

Fuck.

His head fell back as he came. Ropes of cum landing across the back of his hand. The quickened rise and fall of his chest slowly began to settle

He wasn’t sure what was going to happen after today, but at the moment, with his brain clouded by the mix of his  afterglow and his own instincts, as well as the undeniable need radiating off of you, he couldn’t care less. 

“Come here,” His voice was low, eyes so intensely focused on you. 

Leonardo:

Doesn't like it. He feels like your talking to him like he's some cute puppy instead of your boyfriend, he's your man not your child. It irks him, but he doesn't get mad or anything, just a little pissy. He'll laugh and give you an irritated smile, he does his best to tolerate it because it's you but it still rubs him the wrong way. He doesn't want to tell you to stop because he likes that you find him attractive enough to be defined as "cute", it's just that "cute" wasn't what he was going for. He was going for more of a strong protector type of vibe, not a kitten you found in the alley which is how he feels.

If you do it for long enough, he'll just fucking snap and show how adult he can be. He loves you, but he can only deal with so much shit, he gonna shut that shit down. I hope you enjoy you "punishment" because for as long as you did that to him, he's gonna make you suffer for the same amount of time. ;)

Raphael:

For him, it depends on if you're in public or not. Because the baby talk is embarrassing and he knows that if his brother caught you doing that shit to him they would for sure tease him about it. If it's just the two of you alone and you do it, he likes it. Not specifically the baby talk itself but he likes the praise and affection that come with it. Sure you're calling him a "cutie-patootie" in a high pitched voice, but you're also cupping his face and showering him with face kisses and telling him how good he is for you and that you love him. This man is fine with you treating him like a dog if it's in private. Yes he is metaphorically on a leash, but you are literally giving him head scratches and calling him a "Good Boy" and honestly that's the life, isn't it? He doesn't really like being told what to do by Leo as leader because he so controlling, but when someone as hot as you does it, how could he not listen? When he listens to you there is a reward, and that reward come in many different forms of affection from cuddling to fucking.  

It's funny when he acts like he doesn't like it because one second he'll be like "Stop it, it's dumb." And when you stop he'll act like a puppy and beg by resting his chin on you and giving you a look. All he really wants is you to touch him, scratch his shell or kiss his face, he loves that the best.

Donatello:

He doesn't particularly like it, but he doesn't hate it either, he sees it more like an opportunity. He thinks it's silly and just ignores you as you just casually pet him and call him cute, but he wants to see for how long and how weird it can get. You're calling him a cutie and giving him head pats now, but how long does it take for you to just start rubbing your face against his and calling him names that aren't even words like "Snuggle-buggles". When it gets that weird, he'll start getting weird too.

He's a scientist, naturally he wants to know more about things that he doesn't understand, that thing being you. Sure he knows about general information about humans from book and the internet, but he wants to know you. The way you smell, the way the softest parts of you feel against his scaly hands, every detail of your iris up close. He wants to hold you close and not let go until he feel satisfied with feeling up every inch of you from playing with your hair to inspecting whats between your thighs, he wants it all.

He wants to know how weird you’re willing to get to get back the affection you have been giving. He doesn't do this on a regular basis because he doesn't want to scare you, he wants you to think of him as normal, he wants you to forget that he's not human by acting more “normal”, but the thing is is that he's not, he probably the weirdest out of all of the turtles.

When he gets this chance to just be weird with you, he gets you to sit on his lap or on a high up surface like a table and rests his head on the nook of your neck. You could be petting his shell or kissing his head, and not to say that he doesn't enjoy it, but he's not really paying attention to your actions. He's breathing in your scent, his hands are under your shirt just roaming and feeling up your sides and the small of your back. At some point he might bite you or something as he squeezes you thighs. It's just two weirdos doing some weird-ass cuddling and when you guys are done he'll act like nothing happen and that it's totally normal. If you ask about it or ask if it was weird or not, he'll remind you that you started it in the first place.

Michelangelo:

This man fucking loves it, eats that shit up all the fucking time. He'll even ask for it! He'll ask you to do things for him and his excuse is that "but I'm Baby". He is just laying down using you as a pillow as you pet him and tell him he's cute. You are basically making his dreams come true because noting is better than someone hot papering him. With every word of praise that slips from your lips he snuggles closer to you. He jokes that if he is ever crying that you should treat him like a baby and put your tiddies in his mouth, (don't matter what your gender is everyone has nips, if you have nips you got tiddies).

And that round ass...

Maíra peeked over her shoulder when she noticed he hasn't moved for like two minutes, smirking when she caught him staring.

— Liking what you see, big guy? — One of her eyebrows arched quickly. Raph cleaned his throat and almost choked on his own spit with her sudden speech.

— Uh...

He could feel his cheeks getting hot, flustered. He couldn't help, it wasn't his fault if she looked so fine after working out...

— Um. Ya look... Pretty good.

She paused.

— What?

— I said ya look pretty good, — he took another sip of his cold water — ya know, yer thighs and biceps are gettin' some nice shape.

Maíra took a moment to check her own arms and legs. Even though, he literally had the most flirty tone in his last words, that compliment was... Different.

— Really? You think? — He nodded — ...Thanks.

An awkward silence seemed to grow in the air and she felt her body tense up, and as soon as the bigger one opened his mouth to say something, she grabbed her backpack and left the gym in a hurry. Raph tilted his head and frowned, confused with her weird reaction.

Mai found herself inside the bathroom of the lair, hands placed on the sink as she stared down her own tears falling over her cheeks. She tried to say as quiet as possible, knowing that the brute would be banging at the door asking what happened, she quickly stopped sobbing and wiped the tears away, threw some water over her face and tried to stay calm. Once Raph decided to leave the gym and look for her, she was already gone.

— Hey — Mikey paused his game and turned his attention to his big brother — Have ya seen Maíra around?

— I think I saw her leaving the bathroom — The party dude struggled to talk due his mouth stuffed with cheese balls.

— Did she say anythin'?

— Nah, dude — Mikey turned his gaze to the video game — But she seemed to be in a hurry or something? I don't know.

Raph frowned again. Had he done something wrong? Did he say something bad? Had he crossed the line with flirting? He didn't know.

I mean, they were in this odd thing of flirting something for like... More than a few weeks, probably months, so, what made her so uncomfortable to the point of leaving, exactly? He also didn't know.

But he was willing to discover.

Running and jumping over some buildings at the city, he saw her apartment. The lights were still on but the curtains were closed. He stopped by the window and after some mental pep talk to himself, he placed a few shy knocks on the glass. It didn't took too long until she got up to see who was there.

Maíra sighed when she opened the curtains and saw that massive turtle waiting outside. — Can we talk? — He simply asked, and she gave him space to climb over the window.

— So... What's going on? — He started

— What?

— Why'd ya leave? — After a long silence he added — Did I... Say somethin' bad to ya?

She crossed her arms and shrugged — No.

— Was I rude to ya?

— No...

— Did I crossed the line?

— No, you didn't.

— Then, what is it?

A twinge crossed her chest and her body tensed up again. She wasn't planning that, she has talked about this with only two people her whole life. She wasn't ready to reveal this to him right now. But still, she felt guilty for deciding to not talk about her feelings with him, considering the fact he was the one who always talked about his feelings. It wasn't really fair.

Maíra opened her mouth but the words never came. Her throat seemed to hurt and get tight, and she sobbed quietly. Raph's expression went from confused to saddened when he noticed her shoulders trembling.

— C'mere. — He walked closer to the small one and didn't hesitate to wrapped his big arms around her body. — It's okay, we don't have to talk about this if ya don't want to.

— No, I-I...

— It's fine. Take yer time.

Mai found herself holding his waist and buring her face on his shoulder, while Raph had one of his hands rubbing her back. Once she calmed down, he nervously placed a kiss on the side of her head, adoring the scent of her shampoo.

— Ya okay, Tiger? — She hummed softly as he rubbed her shoulders — Ya wanna talk about this?

Maíra slowly pulled out of the hug. Still silent, she gestured to make him take a seat on her bed.

— It wasn't you. — She said after taking a long breath — I just... Didn't want to cry in front of you.

— But... Why?

She paused again, and once she tried to talk the words got stuck in the middle. Staring at her feet, she sobbed a little more.

— Look at me. — She glanced at the turtle, and he gestured to her to come closer. Maíra let her arms loose and took a few steps, standing in the middle of his legs. Raph placed those large hands on her hips, staring deeply in her eyes. — Ya can tell me everythin', ya know that, right?

— Mhmm. — She mumbled, and he pushed her lower body a little bit down, kind of asking her to sit on his lap. After another long silence, she tried again. — I can't handle compliments very well. I... I used to have a lot of people saying bad things about my body, when I was little.

— Who?

— Family... — She began to whisper.

— I'm sorry. — He whispered back.

— Yeah, they used to body shame me pretty bad. And everytime someone gives me a compliment I feel this... Strange urge to cry. — Mai looked down — And it gets worse when someone says something bad.

Raph's right hand reached her thigh, rubbing it slowly — Wanna know what I think? — She raised her gaze, and he continued — I think yer beautiful. So fucking beautiful. And I'm not sayin' that just because yer my best friend, but 'cause I mean it. — She felt some blush growing up her cheeks — Yer shape is incredible, those biceps and thighs are no joke. And I haven't even mentioned yer curves.

Maíra rolled her eyes and chuckled. — I don't even have curves.

— Yeah, ya do. — Then, he slid a hand from her back to down her waist. — Just take a look at those hips...

A whisper never sound so fucking hot before. His lower voice made shivers through her spine and some wetness on her panties.

— Yer tattoos and piercings are really cool and... Ya have a nice ass too, I'm not gonna lie. — Raph smirked at her wide eyes and shocked expression. — Yer body is out of this world, babygirl.

Raph's words never felt so powerful before, and he had just learned what her body language was: words of affirmation. She never thought she would have someone who finds her body genuinely beautiful. She was used to people getting disgusted with their small minds. On the other hand, Raphael always had a thing for strong girls, and appreciated her muscles more than anything.

After a few back and thigh rubs, she caught him staring at her again. Hesitantly, she grabbed his face and left a quick peck on his cheek.

— Thank you. That's means a lot to me...

The mutant took her small chin in his right hand and smiled, switching his gaze between her eyes and those juicy lips. Mai swallowed hard when she noticed. With a slight nervousness, little by little, both faces got closer, until they closed the distance into a soft kiss.

And that touch grew even more desperate as the time passed.

Raphael took advantage of his position to grab and squeeze her inner thigh using his right hand, quickly leaving her mouth to give her cheek, jawline, and neck the same treatment he gave her lips. Her breath hissed when his tongue caught that special spot on the juncture of her shoulders and neck.

— Can I make ya feel good?

She only managed to nod.

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