"Stop, that tickles!" You giggled, trying to pull away from your boyfriend who currently had you pinned down to his bed and was attacking the side of your face and neck with kisses.

He however kept a strong hold on you, arms wrapped around your shoulders. "I just want your looove!" He joked, teeth grazing against your neck as he spoke.

"Never!" You laughed and tried to wiggle from his grasp.

He retreated far enough away to catch your eyes and smiled amusedly down at you. You always found yourself surprised by how much love he had in his eyes when he really looked at you. This was one of those moments.

"You're beautiful." He muttered without warning.

You became flustered and looked away. "I'm not..."

He scoffed. "Lies. You're the most beautiful girl to ever grace my presence. I'm so lucky you're my girlfriend."

You smiled, "no, I think I'm the lucky one." He placed a hand on your cheek turning your face to look at him. Upon seeing your smile, he dawned one of his own. He leaned forward pressing a kiss to your lips, which you happily returned, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Ones of his hands slowly slid across the bed to rest on your waist as he moved his lips down your jaw to your neck.

"You're so amazing." He mumbled, pressing another kiss to your collarbone. He adjusted the way he was positioned so he was on his knees hovering over you, holding himself up with his elbows. "So perfect." Another kiss, this time to your jaw.

You wanted to deny it, but your thoughts started to become completely consumed by him rather than yourself. He was nice, he was pretty, he had an amazing sense of humor, How did you manage to snag such a perfect guy? He was almost to good to be true.

You were brought from your thoughts as one of his hands slowly slipped under the hem of your shirt, the pads of his fingers fitting delicately into the curves of your hip. His hands were so warm and you couldn't stop the shiver that shot through your body.

"I love you so much." He murmured.

You pulled him a little closer, deepening the kiss and immediately allowing him access when he pressed his tongue to your bottom lip. His thumb moved gently across your hipbone in a way that gave you goosebumps.

Your thoughts of him slipped somewhere less innocent and you dragged your fingers down his chest to his belt buckle and started undoing it. 

He gave a small gasp and pulled back suddenly looking incredibly flustered.

You were quick to say something. "I-I'm sorry. I thought you uh..." Your apology trailed off, your face turning red from embarrassment. You sat up and covered your face with your hands. There was nothing you wanted more than to be swallowed by the ground right now.

He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, looking away from you awkwardly. "I do, I just..." You turned to look at him as he let out a breath, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. "I've never done that before." He explained quietly, avoiding your gaze.

You were a little surprised by his confession and couldn't stop your question from tumbling out of your mouth. "Really?" You suddenly wanted to slap yourself in the forehead.

He nodded slowly. "I mean, there were opportunities, I just... didn't think any of them were the one, ya know?"

"I get it. There's nothing wrong with being a virgin, Garfield. And if you wanna wait then that's ok too. The last thing I want to do is make you feel like you have to do this, especially if you aren't ready." You assured him, moving to sit next to him and taking his hand in yours.

His eyes met yours and he smiled. He was quiet for a moment and it was clear he was deciding on something. "I uh... I'm ok. I wanna do this." He said, giving you a small fond smile.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to do this and then regret it later."

He laughed, "Positive. I'd never regret doing this with you." 

You leaned up to kiss him after a second of swooning. 

He pulled away suddenly cutting the kiss short. "Speaking of positive, I bought, uh..." He dug around in his nightstand before pulling out a box of condoms, "these a bit ago. I wasn't sure when or if we'd ever get around to doing this, but I wanted to be prepared." 

You took the box from his hand and opened it.

"Google said this brand was best 'for her'." he made an awkward set of air quotes.

You eyed the price sticker, "You didn't have to buy expensive condoms, baby. I would have been happy with cheap ones from Wal-Mart."

He laughed averting his gaze from the box and from you. "Well, I just, uh, wanted to make sure you enjoyed this. I'm not sure how good I'm gonna be, since I've never really been that intimate with a girl before."

You placed a hand on his cheek turning his face to look at you. "Are you having second thoughts?"

"No." He breathed out, placing a hand over yours. "I'm just... nervous I guess. But excited too!" He added. "I really, really want to do this with you."

You smiled at him, kissing him quickly before pulling a condom out of the box. You set the box on the floor by the bed before setting the condom on the bedside table. You went to kiss him again before remembering his teammates. "The others aren't gonna be back anytime soon, right?"

He nodded. "Not that I know of, Cyborg wanted to test out some new training thing and Robin was gonna help. I think the girls wanted to go to the mall or someth-" you kissed him to stop his rambling. He grunted before muttering against your lips, "rude."

You giggled, and wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling him smile against your lips. You leaned back onto the bed, dragging him with you so he was leaning over you. He adjusted his position so he was in between your legs, except this time he wasn't really holding himself up. Most of his weight was on your torso but he wasn't too heavy so you didn't mind.

"Is this ok? I'm not crushing you am I?"

You giggled, "You're not crushing me."

He pressed a kiss against the side of your neck, mumbling a response against your skin. "Good, cause I wouldn't have moved anyways."

"Rude." You said, mimicking his voice.

He laughed against your neck before grazing his teeth against your sweet spot. He knew where it was from previous make out sessions. You sighed happily, tilting your head away from him to give him more room. He nibbled and licked at that spot before moving down to the collar of your shirt.

His hands went for the hem and he lost all confidence and hesitated with moving further. You could tell he was unsure, so you saved him the trouble and pulled your shirt up over your head, dropping it into the floor. He managed a thankful smile, his normally green complexion tinted red.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your chest, above your breasts. He slowly worked his way down to the top of your bra, his fingers moving slowly across your sides.

"Red's a nice color on you." He commented on your choice of bra making you smile.

He leaned back a little so one of his hands could move to the clasp at the front of your bra, watching for any negative response. When he got none, he began to fumble with the clasp. Since he could see what he was doing he got it undone pretty fast. Your surprise was short lived, your thoughts being interrupted when he suddenly resumed kissing you, his tongue finding its way into your mouth.

His fingers trailed their way up your stomach before hooking onto the straps of your bra, pulling it down your arms. He got a little lazy after that and left in laying across the bed under your back, his hands retreating to the hem of your sweat pants. After a few moments of hesitation he slowly trailed one of his hands up your torso, the other remaining on your hips. Once the hand reached just below your breast he paused.

He pulled back from the kiss enough to speak. "Is this ok?"

You nodded, pulling him back into the kiss, which he gladly went along with, his tongue diving back into your mouth.

The hand trailed up a little higher and cupped your boob, the thumb running over your nipple a few times. He pulled away from the kiss and moved down to your breast and taking the nipple into his mouth. He ran his tongue over the sensitive flesh, sucking lightly when he felt necessary. Your body responded to his gentle kneading, the nubs of your nipples hardening at his touch. Your fingers curled into his hair as you sighed lightly, your eyes fluttering shut.

He pulled away from your chest and leaned back enough to swiftly pull his shirt off before kissing down your stomach, slowly making his way to the top of your pants. His fingers hooked under the waistband before pulled them down, taking the underwear you were wearing with it. He leaned back to sit on his knees so he could pull them the rest of the way off, before dropping the heap of clothing off the edge of the bed.

He took a moment to look down at you in all your naked glory. Then smiled. "Beautiful."

Even after being together for as long as you have, he still made you feel like the most beautiful woman on earth. You've never felt anything quite like how you felt when you were with him. He made you feel perfect, even with all your insecurities. He made you feel loved and wanted. You loved everything about him and he was everything to you. It wasn't a typical relationship, but you'd never let anything change that. You were so completely in love with this boy.

You sat up, discarding your bra and pulling him down to kiss you, so you were back in your original position, except now he was on his knees hovering over you, his upper body weight supported by his hands which were planted in either side of your head.

You trailed the tips of your fingers down his torso until your reached his belt buckle which you hadn't gotten fully undone earlier. You had some trouble getting the buckle and zipper to cooperate, as you were more focused on the tongue that was skillfully wrestling with yours. He was an incredibly good kisser. After his pants were undone you pushed the jeans as far over his hips as you could.

He pulled away from the kiss and stepped off the bed to pull them off before grabbing the condom off the table. He pulled his boxers off and sat on the edge of the bed, opening the condom. He turned to face you when he had it on and smiled nervously before climbing over you again.

He grabbed your calves and moved your legs so they were wrapped around his waist. You wiggled a bit so you were situated under him and your legs fit around his waist. "Are you comfortable?" He asked before moving on. You nodded with a hum of approval, allowing him to set the pace.

He bit his lip, looking down between your hips and grabbing the base of his length to line himself up with your entrance. The head pressed against your opening you both took a deep breath. He slowly inched his stiffened length into you and you breathed out a sigh, a quiet moan slipped from of your mouth as you ran your hands over his chest.

He wrapped his arms around your torso, pressing his face into your neck and his chest to yours as he slowly pulled out and thrusted back in. You relaxed in his arms, the textured condom amplifying the whole experience. 

He started out going fast and hard and the force was a little too much at first, but the longer he pounded into you the more you began to like it. Your energy began to surge, your eyelids closing softly as you tried to focus on the sensation of his cock thrusting into you again and again.

It was easy to see he was in fact an amateur at this, but it still felt great. You held his shoulder tight, but your heart was pounding in your chest, threatening to burst from its pent up frustration. "Oh god..." you whimpered, moans tumbling out of your mouth as he stimulated your nerves. Your muscles locked tight in response, unable to form the slightest coherent thought, desperate for him to bring you to your peak, begging him to push your sensitive body to its limits, to allow you to cum for him. He let out a sharp breath and you found yourself gripping his shoulders tighter and moving your hips with his.

You could feel the lean thighs of your lover beginning to slowly shift under the momentum of your mounting pleasure, shifting slightly and becoming more pronounced with each strong thrust. His breathing was becoming heavier and heavier and his moans were getting more breathy. His hands slid from your hips and over your body, down your chest, to your folds, rubbing, searching desperately for your clit. He knew exactly when he found it, your back arcing and a pleasured whine leaving your mouth.

He groaned against your throat and you whimpered, you could drown in that sound it was so intoxicating. You couldn't stop the sounds from leaving you as you neared your climax. He felt so incredibly good inside you, the pleasure threatening to explode as his thrusts became a sloppier.

"Oh fuck..." You mewled quietly, leaning your head back into the pillow. He said your name against your neck and you couldn't help but moan in response.

As he brought you closer and closer to orgasm, you felt his weight shift as he pushed onto you. You could almost feel his heart race in anticipation as he thrusted. You felt your legs give out around him as your body was overrun by a storm of pleasure.

He gave a desperate growl and from the sound of it, he was trying to keep from losing himself in the throes of passion, trying to take control of his inner beast that wanted to tear him up, to devour him, to burn him as he loved you so feverishly. The sound made you shudder, turning you on even more. A profanity slipped from his mouth after the beastly growl faded away.

"Oh god, I'm so close, Y/N..." He warned before biting your sweet spot hard enough to draw a small amount of blood. It was then that, by some miracle, he managed to hit your g spot. The tensions exploded and you let out an almost primal moan, your fingers gripping his shoulders hard enough to leave bruises.

His own orgasm followed not long after that and he rolled off of you, his breath and heartbeat just as erratic as yours.

"Wow," You said, turning to look at him, "You did amazing. You were practically... an animal." A goofy smile followed your shitty pun.

He gave a laugh before responding sarcastically with, "I sure hope not..." You laughed at his counter joke, laughing even harder when he added, "Cause that would've been such a turn off."

Once your laughter died down he climbed up out of the bed and you wondered where he was going. Your question was answered when he stepped into the adjoining bathroom, so you climbed under the blankets and waited for him to return.

You felt yourself start to drift off before he stepped into the room again in a pair of boxers, climbing into bed with you. He wrapped his arms around you waist, pulling you against him, which you happily went along with, snuggling into his chest.