You stole my heart - Slasher Oneshots

Jason Voorhees Deepthroating

Massaging up against my walls and biting at my lip, the very few moans I let out are some of the only sounds that can be heard within the cabin. Jason could be anywhere in the surrounding woods and camp. I've not seen him for a while and don't know when he'll be back.

Since I'm unable to try and earn his sexual affection, I might as well give myself the pleasure I'm craving. But it's just not the same as my much smaller fingers try and chase my high. Rubbing madly at both my good spot and clit, the need to finish finally seems possible. Release comes at long last, but doesn't feel fully satisfactory.

I whine slightly, my hands falling to my sides. Glancing around the room, I'm surprised to see Jason sitting in the corner and watching, cock in hand. I quickly shuffle up off of the bed and go over to him. "Can't I help? Please, Jason... I've missed you."

His free hand plants itself on the inside of my thigh, his thumb rubbing back and forth. I sigh quietly, enjoying it's warmth. But then, he takes it away again and shifts his legs enough for me to get between. While being this close, I can see how much Jason has missed me too. He keeps twitching in his hand. I part my lips hopefully, happy to have him this close.

He rubs his tip over and around my lips, keeping eye contact the entire time. I know that begging to deepthroat him won't work. Last time I tried it, he spanked me. I hum as it enters past them and embeds itself fully in my mouth and down my throat. It's a good thing he broke my gag reflex.

But before I take too much enjoyment out of it, he pulls back out. "No, no, please..." I whimper, attempting to follow where it moves away to. A hand grips at my hair and holds my head in place, stopping me from wrapping my mouth around it again. Jason has not yet broken eye contact.

He brushes himself up against my lips and I whine quietly. The head pressed itself up against my lips but this time, I don't open them up for him as quick. At the first opportunity, he embeds himself into me again. I hum again around him, keeping eye contact with as much innocence in my face as possible.

Jason places his hands on either side of my face and strokes my cheeks with his thumbs. I close my thighs and rub them together, blushing slightly. He most likely can sense my urge to move and start sucking him because he begins guiding my head into a rhythmic bobbing.