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Tough Lover	By : uncutetomboy Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 3371 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, nor am I making any money off of this work of Fanfiction. I do own Kathy Jones, so please ask if you want to use her.

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Authoress’ Notes : So, this is my first story here on AdultFanfiction, and I’m both super-excited -- because I love the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, especially Raph -- and I’m also super-nervous because this is the first “Anthro” Lemon I’ve done. I’d love to know what people think! So, please R&R!
This is Rated for sexiness! Oh, and there’s mention of two Slash pairings in here, but you can ignore them easily if you don’t like the idea of malexmale. A Pizza Delivery guy named Keno is mentioned within, as well, and for those of you who think he’s an Original Character, I can assure you he’s actually a Main Character in the second Original Turtles Movie “The Secret of the Ooze”. Other than that, can’t think of any warnings…
Tough Lover : A RaphxKathyJones AU
Eighteen year old Kathy Jones ducked as she entered her Friend's room, a Sai sailing over her head and lodging in the brick of the wall opposite. "Somebody's cranky," she snorted, turning and, with a foot placed on the wall for leverage, gripped the red handle of the Sai before tugging it out with a soft grunt.
“Why ya so clumsy today, Kath?” A grumble from behind came alongside a pair of arms catching her as she stumbled backwards from the force of the dislodge.
“Why’re you so peeved today, Raph?” She retorted as those same arms levered her back to a standing position before releasing her; turning around, she twirled the Sai in her hand twice before she handed it back, handle first, to its owner, “’S not everyday I get greeted by havin’ a Sai tossed at me.”
“Thought ya were Mikey,” Raph shrugged unapologetically as he replaced his Sai in his belt.
“And the fact that I’m a girl, and quite clearly peach, not to mention have hair, never crossed your mind?” Kathy tilted her head curiously, one hand on her hip as her long chestnut braid swung with her movement.
His amber eyes slid over her lithe frame -- clad in a pair of jeans and a pink scoop-necked t-shirt -- and he growled, “Bit hard not t‘notice that, Girlie.”
Used to the innuendos, she rolled her eyes, “What’s your issue lately, anyway?” When he simply gave her a deadpan stare before he turned around and went back into his bedroom, she yelped, “Hey! You’re being rude and not ginger, Raphael!”
“Don’ care. Lemme ’lone,” Raph grunted, stumbling forward as she suddenly jump-crashed into him from behind. “T’Hell?”
Kathy wrapped her arms around his neck from her position straddling his shell awkwardly, “Share.”
“Nothin’s botherin’ me; now leggo, Woman!”
“Don’t make me have to ask Casey, Raph.”
“Case won’ tell ya shit, Kath,” he snorted, regaining his balance.
“He will if I pull the Kitten Eyes on him,” she threatened lowly.
“… yer a Bitch,” he muttered darkly.
“And you’re an Asshole. Now,” Kathy rested her chin on his shoulder, continuing to straddle his shell, “why have you been PMS-ing lately?”
“I ain’t been PMS-in’,” Raph rolled his eyes, “that’s yer job, an’ why Donnie is the only one ya won’ snap at durin’ yer time-a-the-month.”
“Don’t change the subject,” she ordered, shifting a bit. “You’ve been cranky ever since I went out to the movies with Keno last week.” She was referring to the Pizza Delivery guy who usually dropped off the orders whenever they bought pizza.
“Haven’t.”
“Have so --” She suddenly fell off of his shell as a thought hit her, “Oww.” Looking up at him as he turned to face her with his arms crossed over his plastron, her hazel eyes wide, she asked, “Raph… don’t tell me you’re jealous that I went out to the movies with Keno?!”
He turned a darker emerald, “… no. Why would I be jealous?”
“I dunno; you tell me, Raph. Why would you feel the need to be jealous? ‘S not like I actually like Keno like that, or he likes me like that.”
“’S not what it looked like t’me, Kat; ya two were gettin’ pretty damned cuddly for “not likin’ each otha like dat”,” Raph groused, avoiding her gaze. “Plus, ya kissed ‘im when he dropped ya back at Casey’s.”
Kathy gaped, mentally reeling, “Oh, my God, you are so jealous! Raph, Keno kissed me and, if you had stayed around long enough for me to get over my surprise, you’d have seen me push him away. He swings Mikey’s way, for pity’s sakes!”
“Sure didn’ look like he swung da otha way.”
She scrambled to her feet, standing directly in his line of sight as her small hands came up to cradle his face in her hands, “Raph, he did it because he saw you following us. He was trying to help me make you jealous, you dumbass. That’s all the date was, him helping me make you jealous; it’s impossible for me to like him like that, considering it’s you that gets my heart pounding, Raphael.” When his mouth gaped in stunned surprise, she laughed, throwing her arms around him in a hug, “Oh, Raphie, honestly, you can be so dense sometimes!”
Slowly, his arms came around her, pulling her to his plastron, and his voice was the roughest she’d ever heard it, “Ya mean it? Yer not jus’ sayin’ dat to get me ta be nicer to ‘im? Or takin‘ pity on me?”
Kathy pulled back a bit, finding his arms made a comfortably muscled brace against her back as they supported her, “Raphael, saying that I like-like you is too childish, and doesn’t explain enough; neither does saying “I love you”, but I’ll say it anyway. I. Love. You. You make my heart pound in my chest whenever you smile or grin or give me that infuriating smirk of yours,” here he chuckled and gave it to her, causing her to flush lightly, as she playfully tugged the ends of his Bandana. “Whenever I’m talking with my school friends, or Ryn, about guys, all I can think is “That guy’s got nothing on Raph”, “Raph’s much more impressive when he’s working out”, “They call that sex appeal? Psh, my Raphael’s so much sexier!” -- ooh, damn, you weren’t supposed to hear that one…” she trailed off, turning several shades darker, nearly comparing to his Bandana; she tried to hide her burning face in his shoulder with her hands moving to clutch his shoulders, but he wouldn‘t have any of it.
Raph’s amber eyes darkened as he brought his face closer to her own, using one hand to guide her face so she wasn‘t hiding it in his shoulder, and he churred, feeling himself react to her own body‘s reactions, “Yer Raphael, huh? Does dat make ya my Katherine?” He was more than pleased when she shuddered at the possessive tone in his voice when his hand returned to wrap around her waist, and gave a soft whimper as her legs threatened to give out on her; he tightened his arms around her a bit as she nodded mutely, unable to look away. “Good…” he growled, “’Cause ‘m pretty sure I love ya, too -- definitely ain’ got any “Brotherly” feelin’s fer ya -- and I don’ like otha people touchin’ what’s mine…” He gave her another smirk before claiming her lips with his own; when his tongue slipped into her slightly parted lips, she moaned as it immediately engaged with her own in a fight for dominance which she lost quickly.
Several minutes past like this, just them enjoying the feel and taste of the other as they kissed and their tongues explores each other’s mouths. Kathy felt herself melting into his embrace, her arms trailing around from his shoulders to the back of his neck as she guided herself closer to him; she needed to be closer to him. She felt heat spreading through her body, and moaned as one of his hands -- the other busy undoing her braid -- brushed the exposed skin revealed as her t-shirt rode up, “Raph…” Her lashes fluttering matched her heart’s as his mouth moved from her own to trail along her jaw, nipping lightly at her earlobe.
“Yea?” Raph churred into her ear, his hot breath warm against her skin before he took her abused earlobe into his mouth, his tongue lavishing attention on it.
“Wha,” she struggled to form a coherent sentence; she’d never met anyone who could stop her brain mid-thought like he could. “What’re you, uhn,” her neck unconsciously rolled to the side as he licked and nipped his way down the left side of her throat, “doing?”
“Makin’ sure everybody knows yer mine,” he growled possessively before he bit down on the juncture her neck met her shoulder; he felt a surge of primal satisfaction rip through him when she yelped -- he was quick to note it was from surprise and not pain --and pressed a kiss to the same area on his neck as one of his hands snaked up underneath her shirt to press against her bare back.
Neither of them heard the small stampede of footsteps rushing towards his room until, “Kathy, are you -- Raphael! What, exactly, is going on here?!”
“Looks like Raph and Kitty are getting jiggy with it!” Mikey snickered as Raph lifted his head from a brightly blushing Kathy’s neck to glare at his older Brother whose eyes were wide with disbelief.
It only took several seconds before Leo’s gaze narrowed, having noticed the hand his Brother still hadn’t removed from underneath their friend’s shirt. “Raph, what do you think you’re doing?”
“I was makin’ my Girl melt inta puddle of need, Bro. So, if ya don’ mind, ya know where de door is,” Raph growled, his hand moving around her midriff as she turned in his arms, her skin tingling where he touched it.
Donnie took in his friend’s tousled appearance, along with the slightly glazed look in her hazel eyes and chuckled, cutting Leo off as the eldest Brother opened his mouth, “Leo, this is Raph’s room; he can do what he wants, with consent. It is consensual, correct?”
Kathy nodded, still flushed in the face, “You know it is, Don; considering you’ve been sitting through my gripe sessions,” she grinned at him. “By the way, you should open up a psychology practice; you’re really good at getting into people’s heads.”
Donnie grinned back at her, winking before he and Mikey grabbed Leo’s shoulders to steer him out of the room. Leo struggled a bit, but even he wasn‘t able to break their hold. “I’m not leamph,” he glared as Mikey and Donnie both used their free hands to cover his mouth.
“I will say one thing, however, Raph,” Donnie’s grin turned into a smirk at the impatient glower on the hot-headed Turtle’s face.
“What, Brainiac?”
“It’s about time, Bro; it’s about time,” the Purple Bandanad Turtle let out a laugh at the dark look Raph sent him and the pout Kathy sent him.
“Have fun, you crazy kids!” Mikey chortled before he and Donnie hauled the struggling Leo from the room.
“Can I kill ‘em?” Raph grumbled, reburying his face into her neck.
“No!” Kathy giggled, lightly elbowing him. “Now that you’re my Boyfriend -- since you marked me as your Girl -- I need a new Best Friend, Raph! Hm, I’m gonna have to hold interviews, now… maybe this whole relationship thing isn’t worth the hass --” She squeaked as he easily picked her up, before he strode to where his hammock hung, “Raph! I wasn’t finished!” She playfully whined as she gripped his biceps.
“Yea, ‘fraid yer finished, Princess,” he smirked, laying her in the hammock and enjoying the sight of her thoroughly kissed form as she lightly swung side-to-side. “’Fraid yer wrong, too.”
“Oh, really, now?” She raised a single eyebrow at him as she tried to prop herself up, laughing when she only fell backwards when the hammock swung again. “What’m I wrong about, then, Tough Guy?”
“’M gonna show ya jus’ how “worth it” I am,” Raph growled, easily getting into the hammock and straddling her; he was unaffected by the hammock’s movement as he placed a hand on either side of her head for balance. Leaning down, amber eyes darkened as they gazed into heated hazel, “’M gonna rock yer world, Baby.”
“Two words, Raphie : Prove. It,” Kathy smirked up at him, unbothered by his weight; in fact, she welcomed it. She gazed up at him through her lashes as her hands lightly travelled up his muscled thighs as she quoted huskily, “I need a Tough Lover~.”
“Ya got one, Princess,” he churred lowly, capturing her mouth with his own.
She felt something poking her lower abdomen as she levered herself upwards, wrapping her arms around his neck as she returned his bruising kiss. She groaned and whispered, “’S that your Sais or another piece of your equipment?” She shuddered, releasing a breathy gasp, as he boldly ran his fingertips down either side of her body before his hands went to his belt and undid it.
Tossing his belt aside, along with his Sais -- completely uncaring of where either landed -- Raph chuckled darkly, pressing her body into the hammock with his own, “It’s all natural equipment, Baby…”
“Gonna show me how it works?” Kathy asked coyly, peppering kisses along his jaw.
“Gonna show ya how it works fer ya, and ya ‘lone,” he leered into her eyes, smirking when her face heated up with another blush as his hands moved underneath the hem of her t-shirt which had ridden up past her midriff to bunch just below her breasts. Easily tugging it over her head, he kissed her hungrily as his hands moved to knead her bra-covered breasts, “Think I found a new fav’rite shade of Red…” he traced his hands around the dark red material that was the only thing between him and her breasts.
“Really? I just like Red in general…” She murmured against his mouth as her hands deftly undid the knot that secured his Bandana; she let it flutter lightly to the ground as his hands worked the button to her jeans loose before he swiftly tugged them off, leaving her in only her dark red bra and panties. His amber eyes took her form in, darkening when she squirmed and pleaded, “Raph, please.” She held out a hand to him, feeling herself getting wetter as he ran his hands from her ankles up her body to link with her own.
“Fuck, Kath,” Raph groaned as she guided his mouth to her own for a heated kiss; her scent -- which he had lately found to be as intoxicating as a beer or another form of alcohol -- was thickly perfuming the air in his room as she rubbed her barely-clad body against his own with a quiet mewl. His hands moved from her own to curl around her back, deftly undoing her bra, “Yer gorgeous…” As her bra was quickly tossed aside, he had to smirk when -- even though he saw the slight insecurity in her eyes -- she didn’t move to cover her now-bared breasts from his hungry gaze and didn’t flinch when his hands moved to her hips. He slid her panties off, easily lifting her lower body with one hand as his other discarded the damp panties; with her damp mound so close to his face, he gave into temptation and buried his face in-between her legs, inhaling deeply as his large hands massaged her upper thighs to keep her relaxed even as they lightly pressed her into his hammock. He smirked as his nose rubbed against her waxed vagina, “Ya wax?”
“H-Hollywood, y-yeah,” Kathy whimpered, hands gripping the edge of his hammock, when his tongue suddenly darted out and probed between her vaginal lips; her hips automatically lifted themselves off of the hammock’s material with a harsh intake of breath. “Oh, my God!” She felt a vaguely familiar pressure building in her lower body and whined as her Lover gripped her hips and re-pinned them to the hammock’s material, growling, “Raph, what -” She stilled as his tongue brushed against a bundle of nerves she didn’t even know she had and she felt the pressure build to an almost painful degree. Her eyes widened as his tongue roughly traced her clitoris and she felt the pressure that had been building in her core expand -- engulfing her -- when he lightly nipped her mound. “Raph!” As her world expanded and contracted for one long minute, she was aware on the periphery of her consciousness of his tongue lapping at the juices that oozed out of her clitoris.
Seeing, feeling, and smelling the young woman he’d come to care for more than anyone else in his life come undone underneath him filled him with a sense of primal satisfaction at the same time as nearing causing his cock to drop from where it was sheathed on his lower plastron; he licked the remnants of her orgasm from her relaxed form. “Mm, salty,” he gave her a roguish grin as her eyes fluttered open; he slid up her body, both of them moaning at the sensation of her bare skin sliding against his own skin and his plastron. He was glad that he hadn’t bothered to wear the gear he normally wore on a daily basis.
“Where t’Hell did ya learn to do that?” Her voice was breathy when he pulled back from the kiss he initiated as his body was a comfortable weight on top of her own; she unconsciously licked her lips, tasting herself on them from his kiss.
“Watchin’ ya eat those damn ice cream cones ya like so much, Kath,” Raph’s eyes were lidded as he watched her shudder when his still-sheathed erection brushed against her bare form.
“Raph?” Kathy knew it was out of character for her, but she needed him and it wasn’t fair that he got to pleasure her while he was left hanging. Her hands sneaked between their bodies and she rubbed the growing bulge on his lower plastron, “Can I…?”
Raph knew what she was asking, and he also knew he trusted her enough to give her control -- which wasn‘t something he‘d usually give to anyone. He nodded, pressing a kiss to the hollow of her throat before he allowed himself to drop into her hands, “A’ight, Princess.” He guided them so he was on his shell and she was now the one straddling him, her small hands unsteadily stroking his now-freed cock.
She took a deep breath and her strokes went from unsteady and light to steady and firm; she knew he savoured the feeling of control and how big of a deal it was for him to relinquish control to another, although it was easier for him to do than it was for Leo to. She felt his body tensing underneath her own as -- keeping her strokes firm -- she carefully maunuvered herself so her back was to his face and re-straddled him, except this time she was straddling his lower plastron. She was concentrating on his reactions on his lower half and shuddered when she felt the muscles of his body tense as she experimentally twisted one of her wrists on an upward stroke; the sense of control his allowance was giving her was causing her to become wet again. She shivered at the thought as his dick twitched and she grinned, acting before he figured out what she was up to. Leaning down, she took him into her mouth, sucking hardily and was rewarded with a strangled moan from him at the sensation of her hot mouth surrounding him. He didn’t last more than a few times of her head bobbing up and down his cock; he came when her nails dug into his upper thighs, her mouth kissing his tip.
He wrapped his arms around her waist at the same time, causing her to slide backwards and leave a slightly glistening trail on his plastron as he came over his lower plastron; she stilled as he easily turned her so she was facing him. His hand brushed her hair behind her ear and his amber eyes were so dark that she thought they were a gold colour. She knew what he wanted and gave him a reassuring smile, sliding down him, “It’ll hurt, I know.”
“We don’ hafta, Kath,” Raph’s tone was gruff, but it was time to show her trust in him.
“I want to, Raph. I need you,” Kathy whispered, lifting herself slightly so her throbbing clitoris was teasingly brushing against his tip; his cock -- which had slightly sagged after his orgasm -- re-hardened at her words.
“A’ight, Princess,” his large hand was warm on her back before he easily maunuvered them so his bulk once again covered her curves. “Ya ready?” His hands massaged her slight anxiousness away and she relaxed under his strength, trusting him to take care of her. When she nodded, he slowly sheathed himself within her folds.
She whimpered as he met her barrier and -- knowing that it would hurt no matter what -- he pulled back before thrusting forward, breaking her barrier in one swift stroke. He kissed her, murmuring apologies against her lips as a few tears slipped out of her closed eyes at the pain; her hands gripped his own tightly, trusting him to help her stay anchored against the stinging pain. She took several deep breaths, soothed as his hands squeezed hers and his lips feathered over her face as he kissed away her tears. It didn’t take long for the sting to recede and for her to be left with just the slightly uncomfortable and very unfamiliar sensation of being filled; she experimentally moved against him and groaned at the delicious friction caused by the movement.
“Ya a’ight?” He was amazed at how tight, hot, and wet she was as she moved against him.
“Uh-huh,” Kathy nodded, releasing his hands from her death grip so hers could explore the grooves that made up his plastron and the dips that made up his muscular frame. She met his heated gaze with her own, gasping as she felt the pressure building once again in her core as he hooked one of his arms underneath her butt, giving them a different angle to work at; this new angle allowed his cock to hit against that bundle of nerves. She was surprised when his gaze averted from her eyes to her heaving breasts and hissed in pleasure when he took one into his mouth, mouth sucking and teeth grazing as he teased her nipple to a hardened peak before lavishing the same attention onto her other breast. He alternated between licking and nipping her skin as he mapped his way from her breasts to her throat. “Raphael!” She yelled as his teeth bit down on the juncture where her neck met her left shoulder, the mixed feeling of pleasure and pain sending her over the edge and into orgasm.
The feeling of her inner walls clenching down around his cock was enough to finish Raph off and he followed her into a spiralling climax, spilling his seed into her, “Kath!” He growled into her neck in an attempt to muffle the sound.
He carefully pulled out of her, enjoying the sight of her breasts heaving with her heavy breathing before he climbed out of the hammock to retrieve the body wipes Donnie had “strongly suggested” he keep in his room. She felt boneless and watched him languidly as he used the sanitary wipes to clean first her and the hammock, and then himself off before he climbed back into his hammock, kissing her thoroughly, “I love you, Raph,” she whispered against his lips.
He kissed her again on the lips before kissing where she knew she had a hickey from when he bit her both times -- she wondered idly if he meant to bite her on the same spot both times or if it was just coincidence. She felt his smirk against her shoulder as he told her, “Love ya, too, Kath. Always will, an’ that’s a promise I intend t’keep.” He was content to lay there with her in his arms, curled against him.
Afterwards, they laid underneath the blanket he’d picked up from the floor and tossed over them. Kathy was dozing while wrapped tightly in the Bandana-less Raph‘s arms, tired out, when she was rudely awakened by the appearance of her Cousin in the doorway, “What t’fuck, Man?!”
“Gawd, Casey! Haven’t you heard of knocking?!” Kathy shrieked, tugging the blanket up nearly to her chin as she glared heatedly at her Guardian.
“I ‘gree wit ’er, Case,” Raph tightened his arms around his Lover. “Ain’ cool t’just barge in on a Turtle.”
“I -- what -- dammit, Raph, when I said ya should tell ’er how ya felt I didn’ mean jump inta bed wit ’er!” Casey complained, clamping a hand over his eyes with a grimace.
Raph snorted, pressing a kiss to the darkening hickey that marred the skin where Kathy’s neck met her shoulders before he deigned to answer him, “If ya wanted ‘er wit someone who was about words, ya shouldn’ a told me t’ “suck it up an’ tell ‘er like a man”; Don an’ Leo are good wit words, I ain’. ’M an action typa Turtle. Now, get t’Shell outta my room, Man.”
Casey did so -- keeping his eyes covered -- and grumbled, as he stumbled out of the room, “’M never gonna be able t’unsee that…”
Raph and Kathy laughed as they heard Donnie’s obviously amused voice, “Mikey and I warned you they were busy, Casey.”
“Ya didn’ say they were busy doin’ each other, Don! I need some serious brain-bleach!”
“So… is she as sexy naked as she is with clo --” Mikey yelped as the two in the hammock heard the slap of skin-on-skin and assumed Donnie smacked him upside the head. “Oww… Don! Bro, I just wanted to -- ow! Dude!”
“Mike, that’s just… argh,” Casey made gagging noises. “Where’s Leo? He’s gotta level head; plus he’s good at that “clear yer mind” bullshit, ain’ he?”
Donnie coughed in a poor attempt to hide a laugh as Mikey cackled, “He’s busy, too, Case; Usagi showed up a bit after Leo threw a fit when he found Kath and Raph starting to dance, Dude.”
Donnie added, tone mischievous, “He and Usagi have been locked in his room since a bit after Usagi got here. I think they said something about comparing sword prowess…”
“But, wouldn’ they be in the dojo if they were sparrin’?“ There was a audible pause before Casey yelped, “Guys! Argh! I didn’ need that mental image, Don!”
“Well, you asked,” Donnie’s tone was pure innocence and barely heard over Mikey’s cackling; the two still in Raph’s bedroom could only imagine the scene Casey was making.
Kathy started giggling as Raph smirked, “Now, where were we…?” He had a wicked glint in his eyes as his hands started bringing her body back to life.
Before she was lost in his ministrations, she informed him, “You need something for your door, Lover…”
“I’ll get Don t’ rig up a early warnin’ system or somethin’, Princess.”
End.
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