[BONUS] The Dates Pt. 4 (Teen Titans)

A/N: Part 4 here! This is the end of this little mini-series, which means I need to figure out what to fill this spot in with next month. Not entirely sure what that will be yet. Maybe a Helltaker series based off of the Poll Winner That Man from a while back? But also, I need to make sure I write a series that's incredibly popular, because at this point it feels like I need something new to attract more patrons heh. So feel free to suggest Story Ideas that you think would be super popular!

Bonus Exclusive

Themes: Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Breeding

Summary: Based off of this image. Garfield and Raven are pretty much a bonafide couple at this point. Which is why Garfield is lazing about in Raven's bed after they had a morning fuck on a lazy weekend. But is something else going on here? Is Raven hiding something from him?

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No date today, or at least, no date out on the town or at the movies or at the beach. It’s just the two of them, hanging out in Raven’s room. Having already fucked once, Garfield is sort of just lounging back, letting the post-coitus laze wash over him. Raven, meanwhile has just gotten up and put on her leotard slipping into it and walking over to her mirror. For a moment, he leaves her be, but then he notices she seems to be staring at him in it.

Blinking as he makes eye contact with his girlfriend, only to have her immediately flush and look away, Garfield raises an eyebrow and sits up in the bed. Raven steadfastly ignores him, pretending to be examining herself in the mirror. Her eyes are fixated on her absolutely gorgeous hourglass figure… though, now that she’s drawn his attention, Garfield finds himself furrowing his brow in honest confusion.

Were… were Raven’s tits bigger? No, that couldn’t be. It was probably just the leotard, right? Normally she wore a whole ensemble, including undergarments and a cloak. But by itself, the leotard accentuated her figure, and even from here, Garfield could see her nipple poking out of the dark blue material. Meanwhile, her hips and ass were on full display as well… damn it, just staring at her, Garfield was getting aroused again.

As his green cock rises betwixt his legs, he notices Raven’s eyes darting down to it and a small scowl combined with an incredibly dark blush spreads across her face. Assuming that this whole routine was just her way of asking him to fuck her again, Garfield grins and finally gets up off of the bed. The moment he does so, Raven goes stiff, her eyes sliding to him as she freezes up like a prey animal unsure if it’s being hunted.

“Hey.”

His casual greeting is met by an even further hunching of her shoulders, and Garfield wonders briefly if something else is going on here. Whirling around to face him, she scowls in his direction, though she also hides behind her hair a little bit. With her arms currently crossed under her chest, her breasts look larger and fully and perkier than ever.

“W-What?”

Figuring he knows exactly what she wants him to do, Garfield reaches out and grabs hold of her tits right there on the spot. A gasp leaves Raven’s lips but she quickly shuts her mouth, trying to hold in her reaction even as he gropes and squeezes at her gorgeous, beautiful breasts.

“You were sure spending a lot of time in front of the mirror, Raven. Are you becoming vain on me?”

“Nnngh…”

His teasing only seems to make her nipples hard faster. Or maybe they were already hard? It’s a little difficult to tell through the fabric of her leotard, but at the same time, the leotard is barely existence, far too thing to keep him from feeling the fullness of her breasts as he fondles them, his fingers digging into both fabric and titflesh in equal measure.

They felt… a little off, if he was being honest. Different, in a way? Furrowing his brow, Garfield cocks his head to the side and keeps on playing with them, almost exploratory now in his efforts to figure out just what it was that he was feeling.

“Y-You… w-why do you have to be s-so rough?”

Oh wow, she was really enjoying it, wasn’t she? Raven gasps and mewls and whimpers even as she levels such an accusatory tone towards him. At the same time, her thighs are rubbing together, and he can practically hear how wet she is from here, the crotch of her leotard no doubt soaked through completely by this point. Hell, he’s pretty sure he can FEEL how wet she is-

-Wait a minute. He IS feeling a wetness. Blinking owlishly, Garfield looks down and finally realizes something… Raven is lactating. Or at least, something wet is coming from her breasts and has soaked through her dark blue leotard and is starting to make his palms feel all sticky and wet. But no, what else could it be but breast milk. But then, if she’s lactating…

Without any further hesitation, Garfield whips Raven back around, facing her back towards the mirror. He moves into place behind her as she lets out a yelp and squirms in her grasp, resting his chin on her shoulder and staring down at her body. Beyond the slightly larger tits, he doesn’t really notice too much of a change. But if he looks really closely…

“What are you d-doing?!”

He can hear it in her voice. The distinct tremor. She doesn’t know how to tell him, of course she doesn’t. She’s afraid of how he’ll react when he finds out. Letting out a sigh, Garfield digs his fingers into the fabric of Raven’s leotard around the chest region… and pulls.

RIIIIIP!

“Ah~”

As the fabric comes away under his enhanced strength, Raven’s breasts pop free of the impromptu boob window he’s created in the leotard. Grabbing them both around the base, he presses his thumbs into her flesh… and they both watch as milk squirts out of her nipples and strikes the mirror.

“Hnngh!”

“… Raven, is there something you want to tell me?”

For a moment, his half-demon tsundere girlfriend just keeps on squirming in his grasp, face beet red and eyes lowered down to the breastmilk slowly dripping down the mirror. Finally though, she confesses.

“I-I’m pregnant…”

Having already figured that out by this point, Garfield really isn’t that shocked. Or, well, he is shocked, but at the same time, it’s a muted sort of shock. And honestly, more than shock, right now what he’s feeling… is a certain glee.

“That’s wonderful news!”

Tearing herself out of his grip and spinning around, Raven scowls at him as mightily as she’s ever scowled at him, though the effect is a little ruined with her leaking tits currently bursting out of her torn leotard.

“W-What?! Why are you so happy?! How do you even know it’s yours, huh?”

Garfield just grins, not bothering with teasing or ribbing at this point. He just goes with blunt honesty as he beams at her and rubs a hand through the back of his hair.

“Because I trust you, Rae.”

For a moment, Raven goes stock still, her eyes widening and her face becoming absolutely incandescent as her blush reaches another level. Then, the next thing he knows, she’s dropped to her knees and is wrapping her tits around the thick shaft of his erection while at the same time sliding her lips over the head of his cock.

“Raven? What’re you doing?”

Glaring up at him, Raven comes off of his cockhead with a pop for only a second.

“S-Shut up! D-Don’t read into it or anything, you b-big jerk!”

And then she goes back to sucking his cock and sliding her breasts up and down his dick, with the lactation that she’s experiencing providing ready and easy lubricant to squirt into her hands as she pinches and pulls at her own nipples. Letting out a little chuckle, Garfield just laces his hands behind the back of his head and stands there, enjoying the moment for what it is. By this point, he’s pretty aware of how Raven likes to express her happiness with him.

Man… he’s gonna be a dad. That’s… crazy. More than crazy, Garfield really isn’t sure how that’s going to turn out. What sort of baby can a half-demon and a whatever he is make anyways? Will it have Raven’s powers? Will it have HIS? The thought of having to raise a baby with the same shapeshifting abilities as him almost makes Garfield blanch… but even if that’s how it all turns out, he’s not TOO worried about things.

At the end of the day, what matters is that he and Raven will be in this together. He’s glad he found out now. She can’t be more than a month along at this point, given she’s not properly showing yet. She must have just found out herself and had probably been struggling with how to tell him about it for a day or two or whatever.

Well now that that was behind them, they could begin planning. They could begin preparing. Hell, the rest of the team would be as excited for them as Garfield was, he was pretty sure! Robin, Starfire, Cyborg, they would be the baby’s Uncles and Aunt! The Titans would raise his and Raven’s kid like a family, Garfield just KNEW it.

But… that was for later. And as Raven gets more insistent in her sucking, even sliding one hand down to his balls beneath her tits to fondle them, Garfield realizes he’s getting his head lost in the clouds. Looking down at her, he can tell she realized it too, because while she’s still glaring at him, there’s a little more actual irritation in her gaze this time. She’s annoyed at him accidentally ignoring her.

Letting out a sheepish laugh, Garfield brings his hands down to rest atop Raven’s head, sliding his fingers through her gorgeous midnight blue locks.

“Sorry, Rae. I’m present now.”

She just scowls and blushes all the more furiously, while working her tits and mouth up and down his shaft harder and faster than before. It feels amazing, and now that he’s focused on what’s happening right in front of him, it doesn’t take Garfield long to tip right over the edge. With a loud groan, the green-skinned shapeshifter begins to cum. Raven, for all that her mouth is latched onto his cockhead, doesn’t manage to keep all of it in.

A couple of spurts of his seed end up hitting her in the forehead and the cheek, and even more ends up spurting out from the edges of her mouth and landing atop her full, pillowy, lactating breasts. She swallows about half his load, but the other half ends up all over her face and her chest by the time he’s done with her.

Panting a little, Garfield pulls back even as Raven does the same, but before he can say anything, she’s standing up and walking over to the bed. His gaze follow first her bouncing, jiggling, cum-covered breasts, and then her swaying hips and gorgeous jiggling ass as she moves past him, and he turns to keep his eyes on her.

Hopping up on the bed, Raven kneels while also spreading her legs wide. She goes face down, ass up, and slides her leotard to the side to show off her dripping wet pussy. The offering is obvious, and Garfield’s cock immediately rises back to full attention as his eyes light up and he hurries over. It’s only after he’s gotten on the bed that he remembers her condition and wonders if this is safe for them to be doing.

“Uh, Rae… should we be holding off yet? For like, your health and the health of the baby, or something?”

Looking back over her shoulder at him with a glare, Raven narrows her eyes.

“I’m not such fragile girl you need to walk on tip toes around now! And besides, it’s not far enough along for that sort of thing! S-So just fuck me already, damn it!”

Well, Garfield certainly wasn’t going to say no to that. His hands clap down onto her ass cheeks on both sides and as she leans forward and bites down on the sheets in front of her, moaning all the while, Garfield brings his spit-polished cockhead to bear on his girlfriend’s slit. He spears into her a moment later and begins fucking her with a relatively slow pace at first, not wanting to go fast.

But eventually she demands he go harder and faster in a deep husky voice, and Garfield can’t help but give the mother of his child what she wants. Pistoning in and out of her, he fucks her into the bed, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the air as Raven’s loud moans are only slightly muffled by the bedding she’s biting down so hard on.

Watching her body ripple and shiver and spasm beneath the leotard she’s still got on… Garfield can’t help but smile rather goofily. He really is the luckiest man alive, isn’t he? Even if his girlfriend is a bit of a tsundere, even if he gets more scowls from her then smiles, Garfield doesn’t mind one bit. He’s gotten good at reading Raven, good at understanding what she really means whenever she does or says something.

They’re in this for the long haul now, for better or for worse. It hits Garfield in that moment that he thought he remembered Raven being in birth control, which was why they didn’t use condoms. Which meant Raven either went OFF birth control, or somehow it didn’t work well with either her or his physiology.

… But ultimately, Garfield didn’t care which it was. He wasn’t going to grill Raven about it. Call it entrapment or whatever, but you know what? Garfield didn’t feel entrapped. Railing into his girlfriend’s cunt from behind as she raises both ass and hips into the air to accommodate him, fucking her into her own bed after successfully knocking her up… yeah, Garfield didn’t feel trapped whatsoever.

In fact, he felt like he was right where he belonged. And honestly? He wouldn’t change one single bit of it, not for anything in the world.