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First punch, second punch, third punch.

The movement was almost mesmerizing.

Fourth punch, fifth punch, sixth punch.

You definitely weren’t going to train with him anymore. Too distracting. Way too distracting.

There you were, laying on your back, mid rep of bench pressing, already feeling weak but not exactly cause of the work out.

Raphael was boxing at the other side of the room, he always did that before working out; according to him it was a great warm-up. You didn’t know all about that, you started working out yourself just a few weeks ago, but it was surely warming up someplace else.

Your dick. It was your dick. You were getting hard at the sight of your crush taking out his anger on a punching bag. You started to question if you were fucked in the head.

Your grip tightened uselessly around the metal bar above your head. Concentrate. You were down at the lair for a reason: after the gym you used to concur did not open that day, Raphael oh so kindly offered you to work out with him in the training room the brothers had down at the lair. How could you deny him such a generous offer? Plus, you would get to see him —as handsome as he was— work out as well. It was win or win.

You directed your gaze to the metal bar above you again, you tried to concentrate and continue your routine, as hard as it was when you could still hear every thud and the breathless groan or panting that followed. What wouldn’t you give to be the one causing such sounds.

Finally lifting the bar, you tried to motivate yourself; you read somewhere that it was better to work out while horny, so, in perspective, this training session was fruitful!... or was it working out what made you horny?. You don’t really remember how it went. It didn’t matter anyway, you were already horny and working out. Call that multitasking.

And so you started, getting wobbly from time to time due to some particularly lewd groans from Raph.

Once you started to get into exercising again, suddenly a big greenish hand pressed the metal bar against your chest. — “More against you” — he corrected before going to work out at another place.

You’d rather have him more against you.

You felt your arms shake halfway at the effort of trying to push the metal bar back up from so low. You suddenly felt weak, and not from arousal this time.

“Raph” — you called him trying to not sound distressed, even though you were.

He didn’t answer, probably already engrossed in his own thing.

“Raphael!” — now you sounded distressed. Your arms shaking impossibly more. You felt trapped, you couldn’t just let all that weight fall on your chest and you definitely didn’t have enough strength to toss the weighted bar to the side.

Hearing his full name snapped Raphael out of his work-out trance and he ran to aid you. He lifted your weighted bar with one hand and put it back in place. Oh wow, you should put yourself at the verge of death more often.

“Shit… sorry, didn’t hear ya, you ‘kay?” — he asked to then round the machine you were on to help you sit down.

You smiled at him dizzily, either from the overwork or the rapid rush of blood going to your nether regions due to Raphael’s display. Maybe a little bit of both. Maybe more one than the other… were you always this nastily horny?. Perhaps the thing you read in the article was backwards: working out and being madly in love with your gymbro made you horny. — “All good, big guy. I just lost track and accidentally overworked myself a little” — how embarrassing.

“Take it easy, tiger. Ya gotta rest when ya gotta rest, if you feel like you can’t keep going then listen to yer body”

You’d rather listen to his bo-

Enough.

“Thanks, not even at my gym I have a nicer trainer, and I pay to work out there!” — you both giggled a bit.

“Whenever you need me”

Okay, was your mind in the gutter or was that last bit a lil’ suggestive?

You saw him go back to boxing. So god really exists, huh?.

“Thought you were done warming up”

“Nah, I already got too entertained with this”

Fuck yeah.

“Hope you don’t mind me hanging around you a little bit. I think I’m done working out for today after… that”

“No probs, be my guest” — he said with a smile and a subtle wink at the end. You felt yourself blush.

First punch, second punch, third punch.

Was the room getting hotter?. He kept punching the bag almost in sync with your arrhythmic heart. Deep down you wished to be the bag.

Fourth punch, fifth punch, sixth punch.

Strong looming figure, bulked arms, broad shoulders, puffed out chest and strong hands that could easily rip you in half. What do you mean easily? Accidentally.

He was mouth-watering.

Seventh punch, eighth punch, ninth punch.

Was he even aware of the effect he had on you? According to you it was pretty obvious you were head over heels for him, sometimes to pathetic extents. Like right now, for example, practically drooling over him just existing, handsomely existing.

You felt his grunts getting heavier by the moment. Such sweet harmony.

Tenth punch, eleventh punch, twel-

“Oh, fuck me”

Raphael stopped mid punch, punching bag bouncing against his fist a couple of times. He turned to look at you, eyes full of surprise.

Why did he stop? Why was he looking at you like that? Did something happ–

Oh.

Oh god-

Oh god oh fuck, fuck— fuck.

Did you really say it? Did those words really come out of your mouth? Did you think so hard you actually went into your merry way to say it?.

You felt dizzy again.— “Fuck…” — was all you could mutter before letting out nervous snorts.

“Oops! Look at the time! I better get going now! Got lots to do! Haha!” — you quickly turned around and strided fast towards the exit until you were lifted off the floor by a pair of strong hands that held you high in the air, holding you under your armpits like you would pick up a cat.

“Where ya going so fast? Stay a bit and clear me up what ya meant by that”

You’d rather explode, like, right now.
You saw the smile planted across his face once he put you down. Against a wall. With him looming over you. Caging you.

“I-I… that-... that was supposed to stay inside my head” — you ranted nervously. Feeling like you were about to have a stroke from all the blood flushing to your face. — “I’m so sorry’’ — you brought your hands to your face.

You slided against the wall until you were sitting in your heels. Between your fingers you could see Raph’s bulge since you were now face to face with it. Was he getting hard?

…

Oh! So it was “working out makes you horny”, got it.

Raph lifted up your chin from above you, making you face him.

“Look at you, so flustered as if you haven’t been devouring me with your eyes almost all work out session”

He noticed?... Well, you weren’t exactly discreet about it. What were you surprised about?.
He caressed your bottom lip with his thumb, making your heart skip a beat.

“I might as well comply, who am I to deny such a pretty face?”

You were going to suck his dick so hard. Almost instinctively you reached for the hem of his shorts. You couldn’t believe yourself.

“Please…” — you asked for his consent, not expecting your voice to come out like that . Raphael gulped at the sight before him; once again: how could he deny you when you looked so delicious down there?.

He nodded slightly and almost immediately your concentration went full onto the growing bulge in Raphael’s shorts. It was almost instinctively the way you smothered his clothed dick with your face, inhaling his very scent. In response you got an inviting moan.

You grabbed his meaty thighs as much as you could between your hands and started mouthing at the now tent in his crotch. You couldn’t really tell which one of you both was more turned on by this.

After deciding you had teased him enough you went straight to the point, lowering his shorts just enough to let his dick spring free and for it to give you a playful boop.

It was a well-known fact that sweet Raphie over here was a big guy, it didn’t take a genius to notice that. Now, based on that alone, you must’ve assumed —and you would’ve assumed correctly— that he was certainly going to be bigger than any you’ve had. Still you found yourself surprised at the monster cock (quite literally) in front of your face. After this you will thank whoever friend taught you to deepthroat back in the day.

Raph took you silence for hesitance.— “You don’t have to do anythi- oh, fuck!”

You caught him off guard by deepthroating him in one swift movement, only a few inches of him left out.

You stayed there a bit, tensing your throat against him, working your tongue against the down side of his dick where you knew it was most sensitive. This earned you a very breathless moan. You could feel his legs shivering slightly under your mighty grip.

You went back till only the tip of his cock was left inside your mouth and repeated the movement. Another shiver.

“Fuck… if you keep doing that I won’t last long”

Oh, poor Raphael, unaware of how that was exactly your plan. To have his taste linger in your mouth for days, and the shape of him engraved inside you (hopefully not only inside your throat).

You backed down again, sucking on the tip of his cock rather harshly, getting more than a positive reaction from him.

Now you started building a pace, playing between sucking and deepthroating him. After a while you got more used to his size and —in a moment of confidence one may add— decided to tested your own limits. You were successful; now you got all of him sheathed in your mouth, your nose poking against his plastron.

Backing out a few inches after your little experiment, you grabbed Raph’s hand and left it resting against your head. Silently asking him to face fuck you.
Raph felt his cheeks blush impossibly more at your request, hesitant, but the end of all hesitation came with your watery eyes looking up at him, pleading.

He would love to have you like this forever: so eager to have him, plump lips stretched around him and basically begging him to do with you as he pleased.

And how could he deny you?.

Raphael took a step forward with you still around him, and you felt your head against the wall. Oh fuck. You tighten your grip on his thighs, you knew you were in for a ride, and with your mouth full there was no space left for complaints. You shouldn’t find that so hot.

“If… if it gets uncomfortable or painful just-just tap my leg and I will stop” — he stumbled upon his words, letting you know how well you worked him out. You hummed in response, making him thrust unexpectedly into your mouth.

“You’re so good for me” — he practically moaned while sending another thrust your way. You whined at his praise, bringing him even more pleasure.

He put his hands behind your head to make sure you didn’t get hurt in the process. And then he pounded into your mouth ceaselessly, making you gag from time to time.

You couldn’t help but let out a few moans yourself. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to feel this good having in mind you were the one being used as a fleshlight. Maybe that was what made all this more thrilling.

One of Raph’s hand went to rest against your throat, with the intention to feel the bulge that appeared there every time he bottomed out. That was enough to get him to cum.

He tried to back down since he didn’t ask you for permission to cum inside your mouth, but you were quick to grab his ass and bring him back to you, making him bottom out a last time. Said action made him yelp. Soon you felt all of him spill in your throat, and his hands grab tightly at your hair and throat at the force of his orgasm. He jerked a few times against you before emptying himself and taking his dick out of your welcoming mouth.

You gasped heavily against his still rock hard cock, trying to catch your breath and wiping a few tears off your face due to the times you gagged.

“You did so well. You looked so handsome with my cock stretching that mouth of yours, such a pretty boy” — he sounded so fucked out. You were glad to be the one making him sound that way.

Raphael registered the way you shivered at his praise.

Without warning, you grabbed your own jaw and moved it to the side. The sound of your bones clashing was similar to the one of a shotgun, startling Raph.

“Holy shit! What was that!? Are you ‘kay!?” — and there you went again, being picked up like a kitten by your armpits. You couldn’t help but giggle at Raph’s reaction, confusing the latter even further.

“All good, big guy, my jaw just got a little locked there, I’m not used to open my mouth so much… and I also happen to have a bit of bruxism”

The last word sounded like the kind Donnie would use.

You decided to elaborate once you noticed his confusion: “ I basically grind my teeth too much and it has caused my jaw muscles and bones to get fucked”

Raph let out an “oooh” in understanding amazement.

He was just too cute to resist. You grabbed his face between your hands and left a chaste kiss against his lips, almost shyly.
You both blushed at this action.

“Had a good time, handsome?”

“Hell of a good time. Ready for me to return the favor?”

Fuck yeah.

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“R-Right here?” — maybe it was the die down of the previous thrill that got you so shy, but all of the sudden you were aware where the activities you both went through took place. Anyone could’ve walked in and seen you choke on Raph’s cock. And eagerly so.

The thought of any of your turtle-bros catching you giving their actual turtle-bro a sloppy toppy, the gawk gawk 9000 if you will, haunted you.

“Scared someone might walk in? Don’tcha think you are worrying about it a bit late? Besides, can’t exactly walk outta here with a tent between ma legs” — he raised a good point, that thing was impossible to hide.

“You’re right…” — you couldn’t finish the thought before you were pushed against the wall again.

“Getting cold feet? Or you scared someone might walk in and see me stretching you around my cock? Scared of someone noticing how much you want to be fucked?”

You felt how his low hoarse voice —from moaning you caused— turned off (or on, just for the pun) a switch inside your brain.

… Screw the other guys, they could live with the trauma, after all therapy exists. It’s not like they haven’t been through or seen worse. This would just add to their endless list.

The full on body shiver and sudden smell of your arousal filling the air was the answer he got. Along with the passionate kiss you dragged him into.

Feeling him around, enveloping you, making you feel full of him —not even in a literal sense yet— was the best thing ever. You couldn’t get enough of him and you felt yourself throb at the thought. God, you needed him inside asap.

Almost as if reading your mind, you felt big yet gentle hands tug at your sport shorts and you quickly untied them for Raph to take them off with your boxers. You didn’t even get to feel cold until lukewarm hands started kneading your ass, staying there a bit before moving closer to your core. It didn’t take too long until you felt a thick finger prodding at your entrance, causing you to break the kiss with a needy whimper of your own.

“Fuck… Raphael” — name pronounced almost like a prayer. This caused Raph’s finger to go all in at once, filling the emptiness you didn’t know needed filling up until that moment, punching a pleased yelp out of you.

“Careful, I think I like too much how you say my name like that. Might always keep you like this: like a bitch in heat” — even though his voice was filled with confidence, Raphael said it to test the waters, a bit afraid you might not be into dirty talk.

But oh , you were into it. Too into it, taking Raph by surprise with how hard you clenched down at his finger, muffling a moan and hiding your face in his shoulder, shivering at the effort.

He needed you impaled on his cock.

He couldn’t help the smirk forming in his face at such a luscious display, at how much wetter you got.

“Oh?” — he pronounced teasingly, sending a rough thrust with his finger, curving it against your belly. The sudden assault giving you the ability to moan again. — “I see… pretty boy likes to be put in his place, huh?” — suddenly you felt desperate.

“Raph, p-please… quit teasin’...” — you phrased as well as you could through ragged breaths and the too-loud-to-not-be-embarrassing wet sounds.

“Teasing? I ain’t teasing, I’m just giving ya what you want. Why, is it too much for the little prince?. Come on, you already showed me how much of a slut you can be, no use being coy now”

He was so teasing you, he already knew you were more than ready to keep moving things along. It wasn’t like it was your first time doing this kind of stuff, and you were more than certain Raph could guess that.

You bit your lip to muffle a pitiful sob, earning you another hard thrust from Raph’s finger. You wiggle your hips against the digit, trying to tell Raph you were ready for more, but your hips were stopped by the hand that was resting on your ass.

“Ya gotta use your words, or did I already fuck ya silly?”

Hot bastard.

You grip the forearm of the hand mercilessly working you out, closing your eyes tightly, lingering in the feeling of his digit rubbing you in all the right ways, just not enough.
You feel him slow down at an unforgivable pace. Son of a bitch.

“Please!” — you shout out almost painfully, not knowing what to do with yourself anymore. — “Please, fuck me already… f-fuck…” — you felt like you were going to tear up from how needy you were getting.

A dark chuckle filled your ears: “Easy now,” — he said as he fits a second finger inside of you, gliding it easily in and out. — “I wouldn’t wanna hurtcha. I was taught to take care of my toys”

If he kept talking like that and so close your ear you were going to cum there and then.
The stretch and the easy drag of his fingers thanks to how wet you were started to feel like you were going to cum soon, just from being fingered.

“P-Please, fuck me already! please- I- ah! I want to cum on your cock, please Raph” — you said the last words almost whispering just from the embarrassment your honest desires caused you. Sadly, you just earned his pace to pick up and the curve of his fingers against your g-spot to become unsparing, making you see stars in no time; your climax making itself present and drenching Raphael’s hand.

He chuckled again, wasting no time to go and shamelessly pump himself with that same hand, using your orgasm as lubricant while you tried to catch your breath, gripping his broad shoulders for support.

“You’re a bully, have you been informed?” — you announced, whiny and breathless.

“A couple of times” — he smiled down at you before turning you around, facing the wall.

He lifted you hips, making you stand on your tippy toes and you felt the blunt head of his cock pushing at your entrance. Fucking finally.

Raphael planned to go slow until you got used to his size, he was more than aware of the size difference between the two of you, he wasn’t a moron. He liked (and so did you) manhandling you and bullying you a little bit, but he knew he had to be careful. Or something like that he was thinking until you unexpectedly bucked your hips against his, making him ram his cock into you all at once. Both of you gasping in sync at the feeling. 

You felt absolutely divine around him. He wasn’t sure he would be able to keep his cock out of you from now on.
Now it was your turn to chuckle 

“You were taking too long… fuck-!”

You cried. You cried hard when he started practically fuck you into the wall.

“Think you can get ahead of yourself like that?” — his voice was strained and almost a whisper against your shoulder. “Fine then; act like a whore then I’ll treat ya like one” — oh, yes, please. As expected your body reacted to his words as well as it reacted to his powerful thrusts.

He reached down to your cock, starting to harshly jerk you off between two fingers, rapidly overstimulating you. He pinched gently the tip of yout cock, sending you into overdrive.

“Raph! Raph, it’s- it’s too much! I can’t- too- too soon!” — you screamed as your hips tried to meet his thrusts halfway, failing for the most part. — “I can’t cum again- I- I-”

At that point you didn’t even know what you were saying, but you most certainly didn’t want Raph to stop. Hell no.

“You can” — and he was right.

What felt that familiar electric shock dancing down your spine, washing over you and making you see white. You could swear you stopped hearing for a few seconds.

Raphael moaned at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. He quickly rolled you again, putting one of your legs over his shoulder and keeping the other one on the floor.

You felt like you were being split in two, and somehow you wanted more and more . 

“To think I actually planned to g-go easy on you,” — he masked a moan with a chuckle. — “I should’ve trusted you were made to be fucked ” — you might as well pass out from the way those words got you feeling.

You felt Raph’s grip get tighter around your skin and his thrust become erratic.

“I’m gonna ruin ya” — you were rolled once again on your feet, feeling like a ragdoll. — “Make it impossible for you to fuck others without wishing it was me” — a very welcomed bite was placed on the sore muscles of your shoulder.

“Raph-”

“Tell me; what should I do with ya?”

And like a charm that switch that was previously turned off, by the same sultry voice, was once again turned on along with a full body tremble.

“Fuck me! Please don’t stop, sir!” — you didn’t know where that came from but for the loud churr that emitted from Raph’s chest, thankfully it wasn’t the wrong thing to say. — “F-Fuck me! U-use me, I need you, please!” — you could barely hear yourself, and thank heaven for that because the haunting of those words would never stop.

A following of low moans indicated Raph’s near end, until you felt his cum filling you. Now only the sound of you two trying to catch your breath echoing through the room. Raph pulled out, not letting go of your hips, knowing you would fall to the floor the moment he lost his grip on you.

You leaned with your forearms against the wall.

“So… being degraded and praised?”

“Bullseye… sir ” — you made emphasis on the sir, turning your head to smile at him, watching him blush deeply at the honorific being mentioned again. — “I should work out with you more often”