What if reader dressed up in a slutty mechanic costume for Halloween and knocked on Slasher's door? He offers a lollypop, but when you see what he's packin' you can't help but think about something else you'd like to suck. Imagining an excruciating slow reveal of his cock while he smirks at how needy you are is sending me into a hormonal frenzy.
Anyway. Happy Septemberween!
Riffles, you're killing meeeeee! The hormonal frenzy is contagious and made me write a one shot. AU of an AU, you know how I roll. Slasher₂ is a little lighter, has a little more rizz.
“Shit, you’re my first trick-or-treater,” he chuckles. “Ever,” he adds, slowly rubbing your knee, sliding his hand a little further up your thigh each pass. Still manspreading, with his other hand resting on his inner thigh. “Love to give ya something better to suck on,” he murmurs with half a smile, watching your face. You’re throbbing for it already. That mouth-watering bulge has not left your mind, nor your peripheral vision.
“I bet you've got something better,” you offer, making eyes at him.
He looks at you darkly and agrees, “yeah, I reckon I do...” His palm splays out on your thigh and he gives it a squeeze.
“Yeah?” you ask, taking a deep breath and watching his eyes settle on your tits again. Saliva shines in the corner of his mouth.
“Yeah, and I’m fresh outta popsicles, sweetheart.” His hand leaves your knee as he stretches his arm behind you. Then he glances at his lap, where his other hand is right at his groin, perfectly framing the bulge in his sweatpants.
He rubs his groin, nice and slow, barely grazing his package form the side before sliding his hand right onto it. An amused smile plays on his eyes as he watches you become spellbound by his hand in his lap. Slowly massaging himself, he shifts his hips toward you and slides his palm down over the crotch of his pants. He grabs himself with a soft grunt, and his cock moves, taking your breath away as the shape of his hard length comes into focus. As you watch shamelessly, he slowly runs his hand over the length of his cock. He cups the fabric against either side of the shaft, and the girth of its silhouette shoots daggers of need your cunt. Your lips part as your eyes follow his hand, up and down his length, then up near his waistband. He teases the waistband with his thumb, but doesn’t pull it down. When you're visibly disappointed, he chuckles and slides his hand over his thick cock again.
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