you knocked on Ravens door, to introduce yourself to her. After a few seconds, you see a goth looking girl opening the door with a moody expression on her face "Are you the new member of our team?" She says looking up and down, with an unamused unimpressed look in her face "I'm Raven"

"It's not my fault you're dressed like some sort of weirdo," Raven retorts dryly with a sardonic smirk playing on her lips, not at all amused by your teasing remark. She takes a step back and gestures for you to enter the room, glancing over her shoulder briefly before asking cautiously, "So... do you want to talk about why you're here or something?"

She crosses her arms over her chest and shrugs, arching an eyebrow as she looks you over again before responding. "I've never really seen anyone dress like that before," she admits grudgingly with a hint of genuine curiosity in her voice. "It kinda makes me wonder what your story is..."

She pauses for a moment, then gestures vaguely to a comfortable looking couch nearby. "Wanna sit down and talk about it? I can't promise I'll understand, but... well, you know." Her tone softens slightly as she offers the invitation, an expression of mild curiosity playing on her features.

Her cheeks flush slightly at your flirtatious remark, but she doesn't immediately acknowledge it. "What do you mean? There are other things to talk about?" She studies you carefully for a moment before deciding to humor you. "Alright... What do you want to talk about, then?"

"Hmm... Well, I could tell you about my friends and their quirks, or we can discuss our shared interests," she says slowly, glancing away for a moment as if considering her words carefully before meeting your gaze again. "What do you think?" There's an amused smile playing on her lips now, but it's clear that beneath the humor there's genuine curiosity about getting to know you better.

"Very well... I suppose we can start with that then," she says with a nod, relaxing back onto the couch and crossing her legs demurely beneath herself. "I've always been into reading, especially about magic and otherworldly realms. I also enjoy meditating and keeping myself in shape." She pauses for a moment before asking curiously, "What about you? What kinds of things do you like to do in your free time?"

She laughs softly, the humor bubbling up unexpectedly despite her initial serious expression. "Well, considering your choice of attire and all the jewelry..." Her voice trails off as she watches you for a moment, weighing your response before adding with an amused smirk, "...I guess I should've expected that."

"What do you like to do specifically?" she asks curiously, arching an eyebrow as if expecting something outlandish. "And don't worry, I'm not judging... Unless it involves hurting others or breaking the law, of course." The last part is added with a slight laugh, making her seem more approachable despite the subject matter.

She bursts into laughter at your admission, her body shaking with mirth as she struggles to compose herself. "Well... I can't exactly say that's something we haven't all done," she manages between fits of laughter, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks now. "But is that really what you mean by 'perverted'? Seems kinda harmless to me..."

She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand and smirks at you. "Well, I'm not going to deny it," she says casually, though there's a hint of blush still visible on her cheeks. "It's just something you do by yourself, right? As long as nobody gets hurt, why should it matter?" Her tone is light and almost teasing now, as if she's trying to make you feel more comfortable about the subject.

Her expression darkens momentarily, and she fixes her gaze on you intently. "What do you mean by 'at the same time'?" There's a note of suspicion in her voice now, as if she doesn't quite believe what you're saying. Her hand tightens into a fist where it rests on the couch beside her.

"Are they... forcing you to do that against your will? Because if so, we need to talk about this." Raven's tone has become serious, and there's an air of determination in her demeanor now that wasn't present before.

"Hmm... I see," she says slowly, her expression unreadable as she processes this new information. "Well, I'm not one to judge what people do in the privacy of their own homes or bedrooms," Raven admits reluctantly before pausing for a moment and then asking curiously: "Do you mind me asking... how does that even work?"

Her curiosity clearly outweighs any lingering suspicion, as she sits forward on the couch with an interested expression, clearly eager to know more about this unique situation.

"Hmm... that does sound interesting," she murmurs thoughtfully, her brow furrowing slightly as she contemplates the idea further. "I can't say I've ever done anything quite like that myself... but if it works for you both and you enjoy it, then who am I to judge?" There's a small smile playing on her lips now, conveying an air of acceptance and understanding.

Her gaze drifts away for a moment before snapping back to meet your eyes again. "So... are you planning on finding someone else to share these experiences with? Or do you think maybe... we could try it sometime?" The last part is delivered in a tentative, almost shy tone of voice that surprises both you and Raven equally.

She flushes deeply at your question, her cheeks turning scarlet as she tries to process what you've just said. "Well... I mean... if that's something you want?" She stammers slightly, unable to meet your gaze as embarrassment washes over her features. Her voice comes out small and uncertain, her heart racing in her chest.

The silence stretches on for several awkward moments before she finally manages to lift her head, meeting your eyes with a determined expression that belies the hesitation in her voice. "I'm not saying I would be completely comfortable with it at first... but if you want to try, I won't say no." The words are out now, and she can't take them back. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she waits for your response.

"Just be patient with me," she says quietly, her voice barely audible above the sound of her heart pounding in her ears. "We can take things slow, start with something less intimate... Like touching each other's backs or holding hands while we do it." Her gaze drifts to your crotch where you're rubbing yourself, and she can feel her cheeks heat up even more at the sight.

"But if that's not enough for you..." She trails off, not sure how else to phrase her offer without making herself seem desperate or overeager. "I trust your judgment on what feels right in this situation." There's a hint of uncertainty in her voice now, but also an underlying current of determination; she wants this as much as you do, despite her reservations.

She swallows hard, her throat suddenly dry as she considers your proposal. "Alright... but if it gets too much for you, just let me know and we'll stop." Her words come out in a rush, and she can feel the heat spreading across her cheeks as she anticipates what's about to happen between them.

Slowly, carefully, Raven begins to touch herself through her clothes, using gentle circles against her inner thigh, her other hand hovering near yours but not quite making contact yet. Her breath comes out in shallow gasps as she focuses on the sensation building inside of her, feeling your gaze burning into her back like a brand.

"Is this... okay?" She asks hesitantly, unsure how you're taking all of this but unable to stop herself from wanting more.

Her heart thunders in her ears as you pull out your cock and begin stroking it, her gaze riveted to the sight before her. A shudder runs through her body at the realization of what's happening, and she can feel herself growing wet with anticipation.

"It... looks good," she says, her voice hoarse and unsteady. "Very sexy..." Her hand hesitates for a moment before finally making contact with yours, their fingers lacing together as you both stroke yourselves in rhythm, watching each other intently.

She moans softly as you ask her how it feels, arching her back slightly to press herself harder against your hand. Her other hand slides down between her legs, fingers finding purchase in the fabric of her leggings as she rubs herself through the material. "Yes," she gasps, "it feels so good... we're doing this together..."

Her body trembles as she feels the familiar build-up of pleasure, her gaze fixed on your face as you watch her respond. Her breath comes in shallow pants now, and she can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge with each stroke of your hand against hers. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of their shared breathing. "I want that."

Her lips part in surprise as you begin to kiss her, your warm breath against her skin sending shivers down her spine. She arches into the contact eagerly, moaning softly as you slowly undress her, revealing her lithe, supple body beneath the darkness of your room. As your teeth graze across her breast and neck, she throws her head back with a gasp, her nails digging into your skin in response to the sharp pleasure-pain that courses through her veins.

"Raven..." you whisper hoarsely against her ear, "I want you... so much." Her name falls from your lips like a caress, driving her closer to the edge as she feels your hard length press insistently against her thigh, demanding entry into her body. She moves restlessly on the couch, her hips grinding against yours in silent invitation, begging you to take what you want and

She moans softly, arching her back further and looking down at you with hooded eyes as she whispers your name, "Please... Beast Boy..." Her voice is raw and needy, her body trembling with desire as she waits for you to claim her. She parts her legs wider, offering herself up entirely and daring you not to take what's being offered so freely.

"Beast Boy..." she whispers again, her fingernails digging into your skin as she tries to steady herself on the couch, "I need... I want..." Her words trail off, replaced by a ragged breath that shudders through her body. She's practically begging you now, eager for release and eager for you to be the one who gives it to her.

She gasps as you press into her, filling her up in one smooth motion. Her body arches reflexively at the invasion of sensation, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Jeremy..." She whispers your name, sounds mingled with pleasure and disbelief. This wasn't what she expected when you said you wanted to get to know her better, but now that it's happening... she can't bring herself to regret a single moment of it.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as you start moving inside of her, setting a steady rhythm that matches the frantic pace of their shared breathing. She closes her eyes, losing herself in the feel of you against her skin and the way your hips pound against hers in perfect synchronicity. "So good..." she whispers, voice thick with desire as she arches her back off the couch, meeting every thrust with a moan.

She gasps as you thrust deeper inside her, her body tensing at the sensation. "Yes," she hisses, arching into your touch and meeting it with a moan. Her eyes flutter open to stare up at you, her expression a mix of desire and lust that leaves no doubt about what she wants: more.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she begins to move in time with you, her body trembling with the effort to match your pace. "God... I need this..." she pants, her chest rising and falling rapidly as pleasure washes over her in waves. She's flushed with desire, and there's a hunger in her eyes that tells you she isn't ready to stop any time soon.

Her mouth goes dry as you command her not to cum until you tell her to. It's a thrilling mix of dominance and trust that has her heart racing even faster in her chest, but she doesn't want to disobey your orders. With a gasp, she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body, willing herself to hold back until you tell her it's alright. Her nails dig into your shoulders as you continue thrusting inside her, her body arching off the couch in perfect rhythm with yours. Her moans grow louder, more urgent now as she fights against the urge to let go and surrender entirely to the pleasure coursing through her veins.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her hips moving faster beneath you as her climax builds unbearably tight in her core. "I need... I want..." Her words are ragged

Her words come out as pleading gasps between moans, her body tensing as she feels the climax building higher and higher within her. "I need... I want..." Her eyes squeeze shut, tears of pleasure tracking down her cheeks as she fights to focus on anything but the burning ache that's spreading through her core. "Please..."

She's close now, so close that the air feels thick with anticipation and desire. The steady rhythm of your hips against hers is driving her wild, making it impossible for her to think clearly or control herself any longer. Her fingernails dig into your skin, leaving faint trails of blood as she arches off the couch, desperate for release.

"Please..." She gasps again, her voice barely more than a whisper now as her body trembles on the brink of ecstasy. Her breath comes in ragged pants

The word is torn from her lips as she finally surrenders to the pleasure coursing through her body, her muscles tense impossibly tight before exploding in a shuddering climax that rocks her from head to toe. She cries out your name, the sound muffled by the couch beneath her as her hips buck upward in rhythm with yours, searching for more of the satisfaction she's only just found. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, clawing at you as if she could hold onto this feeling forever.

Her body trembles and shudders with the force of her orgasm, each pulse of pleasure rippling through her like waves on a lake. Finally, spent and sated, she collapses bonelessly against the couch, her breath coming back in ragged gasps as she tries to recover from the intensity of what just happened between them.

"Oh god... that