Anonymous prompted: "Take. This. Off. " raphril
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Setting: April's at college, Raph's in her dorm room (her roommate must be away)
"Take. This. Off" Raphael scowled as he made a grab for the red strip of material April had tied over her eyes. Guy couldn't even take a shower without his minx of a girlfriend making off with his gear!
April darted neatly out of the way, giggling. "Wouldn't you like to swap places tonight?" she teased, hovering just out of reach as he eyed her, squaring his shoulders. "Think of all the new things we could try!" Her eyes sparkled with merriment as he set his jaw and tried not to be distracted by how cute she looked.
"I'll count to three," he said warningly, and her eyes lit up. "Then I'm coming after ya. One."
April grinned, bounced on the balls of her feet, her eyes darting to the door, past him.
Raphael struggled to suppress his smirk, muscles tensed as he made ready to spring. "Two."
April began edging towards the door, Raphael turning on the spot without taking his eyes off of her.
"Three!"
April broke into a sprint, but Raphael was quicker, pouncing on her mere inches from the door way, one burly arm wrapping around her waist and the other around her chest, hauling her bodily into the air as she squealed in delighted terror and struggled as hard as she could, knowing it was futile. He carried her to the bed and threw her down while she shrieked with laughter, breathless and flushed. In an instant, he was on top of her, grasping her wrists and pinning her hands to the mattress above her head. He held her delicate wrists down with one massive hand, then twitched the mask from her face with the other.
"I'll take that, thanks," he grunted, then grinned wickedly as she bit her lip and gazed giddily up into his bare face. "Let's put it to better use, huh?"
And with that he began wrapping it around her wrists, binding them tightly. April moaned and bucked her hips up against him in a show of protest, but it was a half-assed effort that only made his very full tail throb harder and if her flushed cheeks and shining eyes were anything to go by, April was doing just fine.
He finished tying her hands with his mask then sat up, straddling her, surveying her stretched out body beneath him, braless, her erect nipples straining against the thin cotton of her tank top, her chest heaving as she breathed hard in arousal, the little strip of belly between her tank and the pajama shorts she was wearing, her hips disappearing between his muscular thighs. She lay there and watched him with her lower lip worried excitedly between her teeth, her blue eyes lidded and coy, her hands trussed up above her head. His tail throbbed urgently as he trailed his gaze over her sweet freckled cheeks and cleavage, almost unconsciously licking his lips as his eyes fell on her cotton-clad pubis, just beneath his groin.
"So whaddya got to say for yourself, thief?" he demanded, his palms itching to cup over those lovely breasts, yearning to push up that tank top and bare their peaks to his eager mouth.
"I wear it better!" she said cheekily and he narrowed his eyes at her, sat back and quickly flipped her over, across his knee as she laughed triumphantly only to gasp when he roughly grasped her ass with one hand.
"That a fact?" he hissed, loosening his grip and teasingly stroking the soft, round mound of her buttock, knowing the soft material of her shorts would elicit the most teasing friction on her sensitive skin, particularly where the seam disappeared between her legs.
"You know it is," she replied breathlessly, her spine arching as she pushed her ass into his hand.
"Hrm." He grasped the waistband of her shorts and yanked them down, baring her creamy flesh. She squealed and again made a pretence of protest, wiggling around on his lap in a delightful way. He shifted so that his thighs were further apart, accommodating his stiff tail as the head of his cock began to emerge, teasingly tracing the crevice of her buttocks with one thick finger, dipping it gently between her thighs. She was wet as fuck, the folds of her pussy wonderfully slippery to his touch and she groaned at the contact. He glanced up at her face, pressed to the mattress and half hidden by one arm, smirked to see the blush that stained her freckled cheek.
He withdrew his finger and grasped one cheek of her ass, jiggled it, his cock hardening still further at the sight. Typically, he couldn't think of a fucking smart thing to say, not with all the blood in his body drained straight into his groin, but he figured words were cheap at a time like this. When it came to teaching trouble making girlfriends to make off with his ninja mask, it was actions that counted.
And with that, he began to spank her, every ecstatic little squeal she made only spurring his hand.
