#aquarae

My Teen Titans Next Generation babies ❤️❤️❤️

I’ve got my two hands to type paddle, so these ships will still get out to sea. (Just barely.😁)

This was not how he planned this night going. Not at all. 

Raven’s hands buried in his hair, twisting his long locks with just enough force that his made his cock twitch. He groaned up into her kiss, his own hands disappearing under the fine silk of her dress. Damnit. Delicate, lace underwear.] brushed against his touch. Fuck. It was like she was anticipating the night to end this way, and somehow that turned him on even more. Then again... there was no way of knowing that a spell might have gone rogue... right? That thought ate at him, and he took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

He pushed her skirt farther up on her hips and swallowed another moan falling from her lips, his thoughts spinning. 

This was supposed to be just a run-of-the-mill normal mission. Nothing exciting, nothing out of the ordinary - and yet here was Raven, perched in his lap, making out with him like the world depended on it. She pulled on his hair again, pressing her chest against his and deepening the kiss. Garth pushed his hips up into her own, his fingers grazing between her legs to find her wet and eager, and that was... that was more than he could handle. He was going to break under her hands. 

Raven kissed down his neck, her teeth scraping along his throat as her hands made quick work of the buttons of his shirt. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and it fell onto the sofa beneath him. Garth let the cool air of the hotel room slide along his skin, and Raven’s thumb teased his nipples as she continued to kiss along his throat. 

“I’m sorry. I need...” Her voice was breathy, but Garth was sure his wasn’t much better. Raven pushed down into the bulge of his pants and it sent lightning shocks up his spine. He felt like he was floating in the middle of a storm tossed along the wild waves as Raven took anything and everything she wanted from him. Garth was happy to provide. 

He spread her wide and ran his thumb over her swollen clit, hearing her whine into his bare skin.  Her eyelashes fluttered and she pushed against his hand, her mouth sliding over his chest. “Please.”