Pay For It (Raphael x Reader NSFW +18)

Pay For It

You should've listened to yourself from the start. You knew this wouldn't end well, yet you went & did it anyway. Revenge is a terrible temptress, and you just had to get back at the big guy in red for pulling those bullshit stunts around your apartment.

And now you're stuck hiding in a corner, holding a can of spray-paint & a pair of Raphael's newly dyed pink dumbbell weights.

You were so boned. You didn't hear him walk in to the gym, and barely had enough time to duck into a corner behind a stack of miscellaneous goods.

"Who the FUCK does he think he is?!" You heard him growl out, striking a punching bag with a hard blow, the chains rattling from the strain.

Uh oh. Bad mood. As if your luck couldn't get any worse.

"Fuckin' smartass thinks he can push me aside-" Raphael paced back and forth, clenching & unclenching his fists, seemingly itching to beat the shit outta something.

Lovely.

You watched him turn his back to you, & figured it was as good a time as any to get the FUCK outta there. You got up from your crouch, & quietly made your way to the exit.

It was at that prime moment that Raphael decided to turn, & catch you sneaking out.

"Fuckin'-babe?" You hear him, as he does a double take.

You freeze, & you watch him stare at you, before his eyes trail to the pink weights you're still holding.

Why did I take these with me why didn't I leave them behind why the hell am I still holding these was your main thought process through the brief moment of silence between you two.

He still hadn't move from his place, & neither had you, until,

"What-"

"OkaygottagobyeIloveyou!" You shout out, as you put down the weights in a rush & scrambled out the lair in a quick frenzy.

You heard him call out to you, but you didn't look back.

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Its not until three nights later that he comes by to your place for a visit.

You made sure to text him over the course of the days, after you figured it'd be safe to do so, & since your initial embarrassment wore off. You hadn't known he was gonna come by tonight, though.

He seemed surprisingly complacent, being readily sure to push aside what had happened, & explained that it wasn't as big as a deal. You both ended it on a light note, with him saying that you owed him.

You figured you'd cook him a nice dinner once he came around. It wasn't as if anything had really changed.

You still jumped when you saw him creep through the window from the corner of your eye.

"JESUS FUCK-Babe don't do that!" You sputter out as he flashes you a smug grin.

"Yer fine, sweetheart. S'mthin' smells nice." Joining you in the kitchen, Raphael wraps his arms around you. "And I ain't just talkin' 'bout the food." He leans down to kiss your neck.

You welcome it, melting against him & rubbing along his hardened chest. Tilting your head, you catch his lips, smooching him up & getting him to pull you closer.

Feeling down his arm, you catch hold of something plastic, more accurately, a plastic bag.

"Mmm-whatcha got, baby?" You pull sway from the kiss to peek at the bag.