Soft. (Raphael x Reader NSFW +18)

Soft.

There were numerous ways to describe your boyfriend.

Rugged, handsome, weathered, big, gruff, hot-headed, tough, snarky, cool, rude, a tank, a fighter, a hulk, a mutant.

But to you, he was soft.

Soft, not by touch, but by how he touches you. How he holds you and speaks to you and embraces your very being. His eyes, burning with every glare, go soft when seeing you approach.

His scarred hands, balled into fists almost always, relax and unfurl when they seek your own to hold.

His voice, all screws and nails and hard edges, barely a whisper as he tells you all the ways you drive him crazy. And always in the best ways.

To you, he was always so soft, and full of care, and love, seeing you as if you were the most precious thing to him.

And you were.

You still are.

A quiet sigh escapes you as his teeth scrape along your neck. Your arms, draped along his broad shoulders as his large form looms over yours.

His hands resting on your hips, slipping down to feel the softness of your thighs, before squeezing the supple cups of your ass.

Your breath hitches, and you grasp his shoulders; him responding with a deep growl and a less-than-gentle nip to the tender flesh.

You curl up against his hard plastron, intentionally pressing your thigh along the place where you knew he was harboring an erection.

He slowly grinds on it, his voice a deep growl as he pulls away from your neck, to capture your lips.

Soft.

His hands tug at your jeans, unbuttoning and sliding them down. He gently pushes you back, so that you lay comfortably along the center of the bed.

He drops to his knees, tugging at the ends of your jeans & finally tossing them aside. You sit up, watching him through the bit of light coming in from the window.

He kisses the tops of your thighs, contently feeling them up while you grasp the ends of your top. Pulling it over your head and off, you catch his golden eyes staring, drinking you in with a hungry tinge.

You smile, reaching down to cup his cheek. He turns to kiss your palm, leaning into your touch. Hooking a finger around each side, he slips down your panties, and slowly spreads your legs.

You nudge him with your foot, telling him to hurry up, but he grins and kisses the inside of your thighs, his way of telling you to wait.

Propping your legs over his shell, he holds you tight, before leaning in and dragging his tongue along your clit. Flicking and tonguing down the sensitive gem, before his mouth envelops your sex.

You moan, your hands finding the back of his head as he takes his sweet time eating you out. The flat of his tongue sinking in and curling deep along your walls.

You curve your hips and mewl, his name escaping your lips while you beg for more, beg him to go faster.

"Raph, please...please please..."

He doesn't relent, keeping at his pace while you writhe and pant and groan against him. He buries his head further, shaking it slightly from side to side as he sucks and slurps wantonly.

You felt the pressure achingly build up, rising further and further with each flick of his tongue. You rest back, moaning and feeling your body flush from the pleasure, and it's not long before you've came, bucking and crying out his name in bliss.