Makeup-n-turtles prompted: Raphril first time
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ok so I ended up writing two bits for this… one just basically kinda fluffy setup and then I was all… why fluffy setup… why not hardcore smut… so then I wrote some hardocre smut.
I guess you can see them as companion pieces, with the smut taking place later that night…
"I'm real proud of you," he says to her with a fond smirk, lifting a hand so that his huge fingers can tug gently on the tassel that dangles from her cap.
"Four years of my life I'll never get back," she downplays her graduation with a roll of her eyes, but he isn't fooled. She's pretty darn pleased with herself.
Their eyes lock and their little grins fade. "D'you wish you coulda been there?" she asks him, and just a note of wistfulness creeps into her voice as she regards him from her clear blue eyes.
He chuffs, shrugs with exaggerated bravado. "I'm here now, aren't I?" Then his mouth twists in a devilish grin as he steps over to the refrigerator and yanks the door open. "And we're over twenty one."
He reaches into the fridge and pulls out a bottle of champagne, looking as triumphant as if he had pulled a freakin' rabbit out of a hat.
April folds her arms over her robes and musters as unimpressed a look as she can. "And how exactly did you get your hands on that, Raph?"
"Casey hooked me up," he explains, ripping off the foil and popping the cork. Champagne fizzed and she hurried to fetch a couple of glasses from the kitchen cabinet.
He toasted her with a proud smile and she felt her cheeks flush as she took the first sip of the deliciously tart nectar. Raphael didn't know it yet, but she was ready to start the rest of her life - beginning with finally taking their relationship to the next level.
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"Unnh" April groans as Raphael pushes her legs further apart so that she feels the long muscles of her thighs burn, his rough hands gripping her knees in an unbreakable hold and no matter the strength honed into her legs through long hours of martial arts training, she is no match for the power his rippling arms contain.
He thrusts deeper into her, deeper and harder and she gasps and bites down hard on the thick muscle of his shoulder. His cock has stretched her so wide she can't help but dimly wonder, through the fog of sensation, if she'll ever be the same again.
Oh god, she knew it would be intense, but somehow she never anticipated this. This fusion of skin and sweat, the rigid press of his plastron into her hips, the heat of his breath on her skin, unrelenting muscle pinning her deliriously into place, the demanding urgency of his thrusts and, of course, the thick and engorged bulk of his massive cock, sliding in an out of her, so big that even as wet as she is the friction of it sliding against her inner walls is almost more than she can bear. She can feel the way each push drags her pussy lips in, each pull thrusts them back out, and when he shifts a hand from her knee to push one soft, creamy breast up into his mouth, sucks hard on the nipple so that the tingle of it races right down into her clit, she moans again and braces an ankle against his carapace.
"You're so fuckin' hot," he breathes wetly into her neck, but she can't say a word back because he is thrusting ever harder into her and a rush of carnal stimulation floods her, an intoxicating intermingle of pain and pleasure that leaves her confused and gasping and clinging to him as he pumps her with mindless fervor and her clit swells and craves more attention than the brisk, taunting swipes his plastron affords.
"Fuck yeah, Raph," she whimpers against his cheek. "I want your tongue on my pussy after this."
He speeds up once more, then lets out a groan that is more of a wail as he abruptly reaches his end, and she can feel the heavy throb of his cock as he pumps load after load inside her, his teeth imprinting her neck with fierce devotion and she knows it won't matter how clueless he'll be about the whole thing, she thinks she'll cum almost as soon as his tongue hits her clit.
