Slasher Imagines/Scenarios (mostly NSFW... wink)

Lester Sinclair part 2: NSFW

Bedroom Basics
-Size: Lester isn't the biggest guy, he's about average but still fills you up. He isn't big enough to hurt you, but big enough to please you easily.

-Turn ons: He loves seeing you in tight clothes, if he could have it his way he'd always have you naked but of course that isn't going to happen. Seeing your lovely curves being accentuated by tight clothes really piques interest and he will try to be subtle about how aroused he is, though often fails to hide it. He practically gawks at you and will be really bummed if he can't get even just a little sexual attention from you.

-Behavior: Lester is awkward and goofy in delivery, usually unsure of what he's doing and really anxious to try new things. He's a loud moaner and loves to hear you moan, if you don't then he'll think he's doing something wrong. He can't help but ask stupid questions if he doesn't know what he's supposed to do, but his lack of experience is kind of adorable. The only bad thing about him is his immunity to all things disgusting so expect sex to sometimes be gross.

-Kinks(?): Terrifyingly enough, Lester is a sadist. You wouldn't have ever expected such a sweet sweet boy to be into that, but he sure is. He would never EVER actually hurt you despite his sadistic behavior, at most he would only spank your ass and nothing else, not even a slap to the face. While you wouldn't complain if he did that, he personally views it to be extremely disrespectful to slap a girl under ANY circumstances.

-Favorite Position: Missionary so he can make out with his pretty lady easier, of course. He's not afraid to be crafty and try different positions for when you two aren't in a bed, but his favorite is missionary.

-Favorite Place to Fuck: Your bed, since it's so comfy and soft. At his brothers' house he sleeps on the couch and most nights he just sleeps in the bed of his truck. That being said, being in an actual bed is heaven.

First Time
  It's been a few days since you've seen Lester, he usually stopped by every day or so to check in on you and say hi ever since he gave you a ride home from Ambrose. He was a very sweet man and you've grown to enjoy his company, even recently inviting him inside for coffee for a few minutes. You wondered if you'd ever see him again, and even kind of missed him.
     You were at home in your kitchen, preparing to make some food. You heard the loud crackling and roaring of a truck. Then, a knock came to the door and you perked up, quickly answering it. You opened the door to see Lester standing there with his usual green hat and reddish brown jacket. He was covered it in dirt and blood but stood there with a goofy smile, happy as could be.
     "Good mornin, miss!" You smiled gently at him, he still called you miss like a gentleman despite knowing your name. You held the door open for him and waved for him to come in.
     "Good morning Lester," you said happily. "I was about to cook some food, would you like to stay for lunch?"
     "Well sure miss!" He smiled wider and walked in, leaving his muddy boots at the door. You closed the door and lead him to the kitchen. You had a pot of boiling water already on the stove and you opened up a bag of spaghetti noodles, dumping them into the pot. Lester watched as he stood next to you with a hungry smile, he was a small man and clearly didn't eat a lot so you were glad to be feeding him.
     You stirred the noodles slowly and then turned to Lester. "You don't have to just stand around, go take a seat," you said sweetly. He obliged and walked over to the couch and sat down, watching you cook.
     "Ya got a nice house, miss. You live here alone?" He looked around the living room curiously as you stirred the noodles.
     "It belongs to my parents, but they're never really home." You placed a strainer in the sink and turned to grab the pot off the stove. Once you started pouring the water into strainer, it splattered back and splashed your shirt, soaking you and making you yelp with its heat. Lester stood up quickly and came over to you, worried.
     "Are you okay miss? Did ya get burned?" He reached for your wet midsection but you shook your head.
     "No, no, I'm alright. Just got my shirt wet. Wait here, I'm gonna go change." You smiled at him gently and set the pot down on the stove before heading down the hall to your room. You didn't think to close the door all the way knowing Lester was a very respectful man. You pulled off your wet shirt and tossed it in your laundry hamper, then used a towel to blot yourself dry. You rummaged around your closet for a nice shirt to wear when you heard a creaking floorboard and froze.
     You waited still for a moment and heard another creak. That greasy little sleaze ball... or... maybe he is just looking for the bathroom. Lester isn'ta creep... is he? You turned your head a little and heard shuffling, so you turned around completely to see his little silhouette darting away from your bedroom door.
     You turned beet red and covered your chest with your arms even though you were in a bra. "Lester!! Are you watching me?!" There was a moment of silence before he awkwardly shuffled back into the doorframe.
     "Uh, n-no, miss, I was just uh... looking for ah... I thought I heard somethin, so naturally I thought I should come check on you." He stammered as he scratched his head awkwardly. You glared at him with your face still red as you walked towards him.
     "You're a terrible liar, Lester. You were watching me! Are you that desperate to see a girl getting undressed, you pervert!" You were furious and practically towered over a man taller than you as he cowered down and looked at the ground. His face turned red and he had a weird, sad scowl showing his stained teeth. He genuinely looked like he was going to cry and you suddenly felt guilty.
     "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that..." You tried to console him gently but he shook his head.
     "No, you're right," he said shakily. You frowned and moved closer to him slowly. "I just... I never had a girlfriend before, yer the closest I ever had to one." You raised an eyebrow at him saying you were like a girlfriend to him, then he started moving closer to you as he eyed you slowly. "I really like comin over here to see you, miss," he said quietly.
     You stood still as he kept creeping closer slowly until he was practically right up against you. "I honestly just wanted to see more of ya." He started leaning in towards you slowly with his eyes darting around anxiously. You realized then he was trying to kiss you and you turned even more red. He kept leaning slowly until his lips pressed against yours and he breathed quickly through his nose, blowing the hot air onto your cheek and jittering.
     You pulled away and grabbed his upper arms to hold him still. "Close your eyes..." He closed his eyes and immediately kissed you again, still breathing quickly so you pulled away again. "Stop breathing so hard!" He took a deep breath and kissed you a third time, now with his eyes closed and his breathing gentle. You were finally satisfied with his kiss, it wasn't perfect and still awkward as hell but far better than his first attempt.
     You let him keep kissing you for several minutes before you let go of his arms and gave them the go ahead to start roaming around your shirtless body. His hands immediately drifted to your bra and started fiddling with the clasp at the back, eventually unhooking it. He slid the bra straps down your arms gently and dropped the bra to the floor and pulled away from kissing you to admire your breasts.
     He gently slid his fingers across your breasts and brushed the tips against your sensitive buds. He grinned when you shuddered slightly and started groping your small breasts gently. You looked down slightly and saw his erection growing in his jeans. He massaged your chest happily so you returned the favor and reached down, running your hand along the length of his erection and making him tense up.
     He started exploring more with his hands, wrapping his palms around your ribs and waist as he came in for another sloppy kiss. You started walking him to the edge of your bed while he kept making out with you on the way. You sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled him with you, he pulled his lips away from yours as he awkwardly followed your lead. "Take your pants off," you said softly. He obliged quickly and clumsily as he took the muddy jeans off (almost falling in the process) and stood there in his underwear anxiously.
     You climbed back onto the bed so you could lie on your back and you lay with your knees up. Lester seemed a little lost and didn't follow right away. "D-do I leave my shirt on?" You sat up at the weird question and raised an eyebrow at the strange man.
     "I... guess? I don't care! Come here!" He nodded and quickly climbed onto the bed on all fours and crawled towards you, stopping in front of you with his hands on your knees as he peered down at your body. "C'mon Lester, you were all smiles when you were watching me now you're like a lost puppy. What are you waiting for?"
     He nodded and started pushing your skirt up out of the way as he crawled between your legs. He pulled his boxers down enough to reveal his erection fully hard and then pushed your underwear to the side enough for him to insert himself slowly. He was awkward and not at all confident with anything he had been doing for the past several minutes, but you wouldn't deny how good it felt as he started slowly filling you with his member. You were pleased to find it didn't hurt at all and when he felt more comfortable with being inside of you, he really started to enjoy himself too.
     He thrusted moderately, taking his time and allowing you to feel him roll over every little sensitive ridge inside your body. You moaned pleasurably and thrusted yourself against his hips as he sped up a little. He crawled up a little further so he could kept kissing you sloppily. He was still getting the hang of it but you admired his humorously bad attempts. His bloody, dirty shirt smudged against your skirt, getting it dirty, but you didn't care.
     You kissed him as he kept thrusting into you, his sweaty body slapping against yours gently. He moaned softly into your kisses as he held onto you while fucking you, the moans getting louder as he picked up speed. He was never rough or too fast but eventually felt so good he practically shouted in your ear.
     "Yer so tight," he gasped as he bucked his hips a few more times before moaning loudly. "I- ah- I'M CUMMIN, BABY!" He hugged you tight as he sloppily kissed you and blew his load- only a few minutes after he started... It all felt great, but only lasted a short while, you hardly got to enjoy yourself. You sat up a little as he lay on your chest panting and frowned.
     "Oh uh... sorry, miss... I got really excited," he chuckled innocently as he pulled out and sat propped up over you. "I promise next time I won't cum so fast like that- uh, there will be a next time... right?" He started getting dressed as he asked the question shyly. You smiled despite the quick ending and sat up to clean yourself off.
     "Yes, Lester, we can do this again dear." He smiled a smile so big and dopey you couldn't help but laugh.
     "Cool, thanks miss. You have a good one!" Without another word he was dressed and out the bedroom door with a big grin on his face as he practically skipped out of the house.
     "Hey, wait!" You got off the bed and pulled up your skirt but he was gone. "What about... the food?" You sighed and shook your head as you finished getting dressed. He was truly a weird, weird man.