You stole my heart - Slasher Oneshots

Thomas Hewitt Polaroid Presentation

I whimper slightly as Thomas wraps his free hand around himself and starts pumping. Biting my lip, I try not giving away how needy I'm getting. He looks down at me, making and keeping eye contact, before pulling me from my kneeling position with the leash.

I hum softly into a sudden kiss, enjoying having some form of contact. A hand is placed on the inside of my thigh, over the lace of the stockings that nearly go all the way up my leg, only stopping several inches below where I'm wanting him the most. I shift against him slightly as he brushes his thumb back and forth.

Thomas pulls me into his lap, each leg kneeling on the outside of his, the leash still in his hand. His dick is standing on end and unattended in between us.

Thomas' attention shifts away from my lips to my neck, leaving multiple kisses and searching for the spot he knows catches my attention. I hum quietly when he finds it and starts his avalanche of affection.

Something brushes against my entrance. I look down and see his hands moving up to my hips after having tucked his dick under me. I sigh as I can feel him straining up against me and begin rolling my hips around, wanting any sort of friction.

Hands grip at my hips, stopping me from chasing any pleasure myself. I groan slightly, feeling him twitching under me.

"Tommyyyy, please, I n-need to have you. I'm aching to sit on you..." All he does is chuckle, still kissing at my neck. "I don't care."

I'm beginning to regret teasing him with those Polaroid photos now. I begin rubbing over my chest, just wanting to bring some form of pleasure to myself.

Instantly, hands grab at my wrists and pull them away from my chest. I groan slightly, feeling the buds become as hard as ice cubes.
"Dirty, dirty little lady."

My clit begins irritating the hell out of me. I sigh quietly, knowing that he won't do anything to rub it. "Please, can't I just play with myself? You're being such a tease."

"And you weren't teasing me with those little photos you left in my pocket this morning?"

"I wanted you to know how much I craved having you ramming me into next week."

I press my face into his chest, embarrassed. "Fine. Get on my dick and I'll fuck your brains out."

I instantly roll my hips around, catch the tip of his dick at my opening and instantly sit down on it; My arms hook around the back of his neck. Thomas turns us both over and my legs snake around his hips.

Instantly, he begins pounding away at me, causing moan after moan to escape. "T-Tommy... Oh god... Right there! Yes, yes!"

One hour later

After I come for the eighth time and him for the third, Thomas finally pulls out and slumps against me, his head on my chest.

"I should leave more photos for you if I wanna get shagged into oblivion like that again." I hum, kissing his forehead and cuddling up to him.

He looks up at me. "They're good enough. I'll get to look at your little desperate mound all I want now." I can feel his smirk against my skin.

I can already imagine him using them to get himself off again and again and hum slightly. "Am I not allowed something to look at when I'm thinking of you?"

His smirk goes away. "You want to see what you're wanting to ride?" I nod. "Then, of course you can."

He buries his face inbetween my breasts. Even though they're not too big, he really seems to enjoy them.