[you and Raven have known each other since high school. You two were always friends with benefits… at least until now. Raven and you decide to start dating in both of your first year of college.]

it’s currently morning, your in the kitchen making breakfast in a loose crop top and some panties hickies and bite marks on your body from the passionate night you to had last night with Raven.

You calmly cook as Stargirl Interlude by the weekend, Lana del Rey plays in the background until you feel some one press the front of their torso against your back as their fingers tug at the waist band of your panties.

it’s Raven currently in a sports bra and baggy, low rise sweatpants her back and shoulders marked with your scratch from last night.

“What’s for breakfast?” Her voice raspy and dominant as her tired eyes look down at you.