Horror Boyfriend Scenarios

Brahms Heelshire Lemon

     You had been with Brahms for awhile and he was very shy, something you'd come to get used to. It was now about 8 months into your relationship and he was beginning to open up a bit. He was more open about what he wanted, his touch would linger longer, and his kisses had become more passionate, as well as a bit of groping every so often.
     Still, kisses and teasing was as far as he'd gone with you. It didn't bother you though. You knew he was still getting used to being in a relationship with you. It was hard for him when he was so used to being treated like a child.
      In the end, though, it was Brahms who initiated it.
      One day, the pair of you were doing the chores at the house. You were wiping down the furniture, dressed in only shorts and a tank top, thanks to the heat. You were bent over one table when Brahms walked in and saw you.
     The reaction in his pants was immediate.
     He walked over and grabbed ahold of you from behind, one hand around your throat, the opposite arm around your midsection. You gasped in surprise when he grabbed you and when you felt him grind against your ass.
     "Mine!" He growled.
     You were taken aback at Brahms' sudden actions. To say that it was a turn on though was putting it lightly. Not heading a response, Brahms nipped at your neck, illiciting a moan from you.
     He turned you around to face him and smiled sheepishly at you. You reached up to remove the mask from his face so you could kiss him and caress his face. He moved his head away nervously.
     "Don't." He said, quietly. "The scars...I'm ugly."
     You turned his head so you could gaze into his beautiful brown eyes. "Please?" You asked in a breathy whisper. "Your scars don't make you ugly. Let me see them."
     He leaned into your touch. Seizing your opportunity, you pulled off his mask so you could gaze at the face you loved, the one he hardly ever showed.
     "See? You're beautiful. Your scars just show character. To me, that makes you more beautiful than anyone else I've ever met."
     He raised an eyebrow. "Truth?" He asked.
     "The complete and utter truth." You said, smiling.
     To your surprise, he immediately grabbed you into his arms and began kissing you roughly, making you let out a surprised squeal. His hands were grabbing your butt, kneading, as he lifted you onto the table you'd just been cleaning.
     He kicked your legs apart, placing his body between them, before he stripped off his hoodie and shirt, tossing the clothes to some far corner of the room. His lips returned to yours and he kissed you passionately. A moment later, his lips wandered down to your neck. Your hands were making their way across his chest and down his stomach to the waistband of his jeans.
     Brahms growled as he ripped off your tank top, setting your breasts free. Immediately, his lips moved to them, sucking a nipple into his mouth while one hand worked the other, his other hand on your hip. You moaned loudly, tangling a hand in his adorably messy hair.
     You unbuckled his belt, popping open his jeans and pulling them down his legs. Brahms helped, shimmying his hips to get them off. His hands moved to your shorts and he suddenly paused a second, unsure.  
     "(Y/n), are you sure you want this?"
     "Yes. Do you?"
     You knew Brahms was nervous about this kind of thing and didn't want to push. "Yes. I love you. I want you."
      With no more words, he ripped off your shorts. The air hit your core immediately, making you both aroused and a bit cold. Brahms pulled your legs further apart and gently inserted a finger into you, massaging your insides, groaning when he saw how wet and ready you were.
     "Enough teasing, sweetie. I'm ready." You begged.
     Brahms grinned as he slowly removed his boxers, tossing them to some far off corner before grabbing ahold of you. He thrust into you sharply and you immediately began moaning, loving the feeling as he rolled his hips into you, experimenting with you as you continued to moan.
       He began pounding more roughly, lifting you more into his arms, your legs on his shoulders. You heard him whimper above you then felt him cum into you in thick ropes. He withdrew, breathing heavily, a small smile on his face.
     "Was that ok?"
     You smiled at him. "It was perfect." You said, embracing him.
     His smile widened and he picked you up off the table and carried you to the room for the next round...