Horror Boyfriend Scenarios

Phantom of the Opera Lemon

     Looking back on it now, you realize that had you not worked for that horrid man, you might never have met the man you love. There's always just been something about him that has drawn you in. You can no more refuse him than you could refuse the theatre. You love both too much.
     The Phantom was kind to you and did whatever he could to make you happy. After leaving your horrible stage manager, you and your phantom travelled the world, seeing what it had to offer you, and you performed in every city you visited. After awhile, you became famous and you gave all credit to your muse, the one who inspired you in so many ways: the Phantom.
    Sometimes you'd have trouble with men trying to touch you when you told them that your heart belonged to another. They always got furious.
     One situation, however, led to something you wouldn't soon forget...
     In one city, you and your lover stopped so you could give a performance at the opera house. That night, you got onstage and sang your heart out, winning the audience over easily.
     Afterwards, many people came to speak with you, praising your beautiful voice. A few men had started out doing the same thing but then started getting handsy.
     "Back off!" You warned. "I'm already spoken for!"
     "Really?" One of the men asked, a lecherous smirk adorning his face. "I don't see a ring."
     "That's because I'm not married, you idiot!" You shouted, growing angry at having to deal with the disgusting man and his friends.
     "Then you're fair game."
     The men started towards you when a piercing scream rang out through the auditorium. Someone had pulled the fire alarm, most likely the Phantom.
     Your lover's handiwork was the perfect distraction and you took that moment to run from the men. It didn't take long, however, for them to notice you running and they began to chase you through the auditorium.
     Phantom chose that moment to drop from the ceiling and shield you from the men who immediately stopped in their tracks. "It's the phantom!" One of them shouted.
     Phantom snarled at the men and brought a beam down on the leader of the group who had attempted to touch you. His friends turned and ran away like the cowards they were, tripping and falling over one another.
     The sprinklers, which had gone off when the fire alarm was pulled, had soaked you through your clothes, making you suddenly shiver from the cold.
     Phantom turned his attention to you at last. "Are you ok?" He rasped.
     He rarely spoke, except when it came to you. You were the only one he spoke to and only when you were alone together. That's what made the moments with him all the more special.
     "J-just a little c-c-col-ddd." You responded, your teeth chattering.
    That's when Phantom picked you up bridal style and carried you to the backroom. He set you on the bed he'd made back there and rushed to grab a few blankets for you.
     When he got back with the blankets in hand, a small blush spread across his cheeks. "Um," he started, rubbing the back of his neck, "you'd warm up a lot faster if you got out of those wet clothes."
     You smirked. "Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to get me naked!" He blushed even redder and you laughed. "I'm only joking, my love."
     You started stripping out of your clothes and Phantom covered his eyes, simpply holding out the blankets for you. Once you had disposed of the wet clothes, you wrapped the blankets around you.
     Phantom finally turned back to look at you. You wrapped the blankets tighter around you but was still having trouble getting warm due to the cold air in the auditorium.
     Deciding he had no choice, Phantom stripped out of his own clothing and joined you in the blankets, pressing his much warmer body against yours. You pressed yourself against him, your feet finding their way to his legs while you buried your face in his chest.
     "Damn, sweetheart!" He cursed. "You're freezing!"
     An idea struck him but he was scared to try it, out of fear of going too far and either hurting or scaring you. He quietly whispered in your ear what he was thinking of doing to help you. You blushed but nodded your consent.
     He pulled you into his arms, his hands wandering across your body, trying to warm up your chilled skin. He massaged your body, trying to force your blood to circulate it better.
     Finally, his fingers found their way to that most precious of treasures. He ran two fingers across your opening from bottom to top, stopping at your clit. He circled it with his fingers, drawing that sweet melody from past your parted lips.
     The heat that began to pour from your core had him drawn like a moth to a flame. His fingers slowly entered, making a small gasp escape from your lips.
     He teased you for a bit before giving in and thrusting his fingers sharply inside of you. You had stopped shivering and the temperature of your skin had returned to normal but by the time you came, him licking up what you had offered, that was the furthest thing from either of your minds.
    "Fuck me." The command came out as a breathy moan, tumbling from your lips without a second thought.
    Your phantom only grinned, moving you into position until you were both seated, your dripping core hovering just above his length.
    With a single deep thrust, he filled you completely. He started with gentle, shallow thrusts, slowly but surely picking up the pace until you were both moaning each other's names.
    As he came inside you, he pulled you closer, determined not to move and ruin the moment. Unfortunately, you had to move sometime and, when you did, it was only to find a more comfortable position to lie down in.
    Whatever happened in the aftermath could wait until tomorrow...

Ugh I'm sorry it took so long! My motivation has just been 📉.