Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios (Fluff and Murder!) NEW PASTAS!

Take Me (Lemon)

((Double Warning. This is graphic intimacy.))

BEN Drowned

You laid in bed. It was around eleven thirty, and you felt a distinct exhaustion. But since you were giving in, you didn't mind it. Your eyes grew heavier as you stared at no thing in particular.

For a moment, Ben flashed in your mind. Despite all the hell that had so recently taken place, you found yourself smiling.

Just as you had nearly fallen asleep, however, you heard a soft whisper near your face.

Once you opened your eyes, his hesitant expression was before you. "I'm hungry..."

You hadn't done much to teach him about cooking, so for the moment, he was pretty dependent on you. Turns out video game concepts don't always transfer well into reality.

But you were pretty far gone, so instead of getting up, you just wrapped your arms around him and tugged him into bed, on top of you.

He wasn't limp at all, and he squirmed trying not to squish you. In the end, he found it comfortable to straddle your hips, though you just pulled him back down to you.

You were a little more clingy when you were sleepy.

"Kiss me." You said with a drowsy tone, but a little smile.

"I can't eat that." He had a hint of sarcasm, but you could see the play by his sideways smirk.

You just groaned quietly in protest, which seemed to convince him.

He leaned down to you, sliding a hand under your head to take a loose fistful of your hair. And then his lips found yours.

A moan slipped out between your lips, and you could feel him smile against your own.

But as quickly as it began, he pulled away.

"What's gotten into you, doll..?"

"Not what I want in me."

There was a silence before he understood, and you swore you saw a blush. You weren't doing it just because you were tired, but rather because you really, really liked him. And because of that, you craved him.

Without another word, both of his hands slip under your shirt, tracing over and across your bra before slipping behind your back to successfully unclip your bra. Below him, you only stared.

He then removed his shirt, and then moved his attention back to you. He lifted your shirt over your head, pulling your bra from your shoulders as well.

Biting your lip, you made a poor attempt to cover your chest. You were nervous, but you hadn't changed your mind. He leaned in, whispering, "You shouldn't cover beauty like that." But instead of leaning back again, he began placing kisses down your neck, to your chest, over your arms and down your stomach. Once he reached your pajama pants, he gave them a rough tug. They slid down, pulling the panties with them.

He seemed to stare endlessly. "I have... Never seen a women's body like this. And... I still have the only one I want."

Your lip quivered a bit. "I'm cold, Ben..."

He stood up next to the bed, shedding his clothing. He was... Quite erect.

"I'll warm you up."

Ben picked up the blanket, draping it over himself and you as well as he resumed kissing you.

He guided your legs apart with his own, placing each of his elbows on the bed just above your shoulders, and his fingers curled around the headboard.