→ reader x jason voorhees
→ gender neutral reader
→ nsfw; reader has a vagina; multiple rounds; premature ejaculation; creampie; sloppy seconds; some sprinklings of mild obsession
→ [ part 1 / part 2 ]
the storm seemed to be getting worse by the second but you couldn’t help but be soothed by the sounds of the violent downpour from within the warm confines of the cabin. you’re unsure how long it’s been since the movie ended or when you had fallen asleep exactly but you’re still somehow in the same position you had fallen asleep in – seated comfortably on Jason’s lap.
earlier in the night you had recalled how cool his skin was to the touch but now he felt like a furnace almost. without thinking too much, you bury your face further into the crook of his neck. you feel him tense against you for a split second before relaxing again. you almost feel a little guilty for using him like a glorified heated blanket but the drumming of his heart against his chest convinces you otherwise.
you shift again slightly with a huff, feeling the soreness of your legs from what you could only assume to be hours of being stuck in the same position. you feel giant hands on you, slowly maneuvering your limbs around to lay more comfortably over his own body.
does he know you’re awake? you doubt it.
you let your body fall limply to his touch, curious to see what he’ll do next.
in the midst of his adjusting your position to his liking, the edge of your shirt catches against his fingers and you feel the warmth of his touch against your bare skin. the poor man freezes instantly and you swear you could hear the internal battle going on in his head. he fights and fights but ultimately ends up tragically losing the battle against his self-control when you had “accidentally” brushed your lips against the base of his neck.
a shaky exhale escapes past his mask and you feel only mildly guilty for teasing him like this. his hand braves further underneath your shirt, anchoring at your side to press his calloused hand against your soft skin. his palm feels hot against you but he doesn’t move it further than that.
a gentle weight presses against the side of your head and you could only assume he’s pressing his face against it. when you hear a deep inhale, you feel your heart beat a little faster. was he smelling you? Jason tilts his head slightly and you feel his mask press against your neck, stopping to inhale deeply again. he was absolutely smelling you.
something underneath you stirs and you press your lips together in an attempt to quiet yourself when you realize he was getting hard just from having you so close to him, having you draped so nicely on his lap like you belong there. your body responds in kind, a sudden intense craving to be filled on the spot makes you shudder.
you feel his calloused palm against the exposed skin of your thighs and you’re suddenly not so sure how long you can keep pretending to be asleep. a whine finally escapes past your lips when he squeezes. his body tenses up at the sudden noise.
finally, you turn your head ever-so-slightly to flutter your eyes open to meet his own. to your surprise, he already had his gaze fixated on you, shooting you an accusatory stare.
the prominent blush across your face was all the confirmation he needed and in turn, you buried your face in his chest in shame. of course he would’ve known you were faking being asleep. if you could hear his heartbeat against your chest, then he sure as hell would’ve felt yours too. his chest rumbled in response to your reaction, your sudden shyness complimenting his own.
the thought of him just letting it happen hits you – he knew you were awake this whole time. he could’ve up and left any time he wanted. he could still leave. and yet here he remained, caging you against his arms sporting a half-mast.
“can I kiss you?” you ask rather boldly and his eyes widen at the sudden question. was it so weird to ask at this point? surely all of this touching was leading somewhere, unless you were sorely mistaken and all this was already well past his comfort zone. his eyes dart around nervously, as if the answer he was looking for was somewhere around the room.
wordlessly, you lean in and press your mouth flush against his mask – right where his lips would be. Jason stopped breathing altogether. the surprise in his eyes was prominent. he was afraid for a second that you wanted him mask off for it so this was completely unexpected. once you pulled away slightly you noticed how bright red his ears were and you couldn’t help but smile.
you feel both of his hands grip your hips, keeping you steady. he nudges his mask against your face, your nose bumping slightly against the plastic. more. he wanted more.
it was a little strange at first, kissing a mask with so many holes and dents on it. if it made him react like this though, you were more than happy to oblige. with both of your hands rested against his jaw you peppered his face with kisses; judging by the way his eyes fluttered closed, you could tell he was enjoying every second of it.
one of his hands leave your hips to carefully tip his mask back, just enough to kiss you, before placing it firmly behind your neck to fully press his lips against yours. he didn’t give you time to react, nor did he push his mask off further – it didn’t really matter to you either way. all you could focus on was his lips moving against yours. his kisses were soft at first, clumsy and unsure.
it didn’t last long however with how eagerly you responded to him. both of his hands were on either side of your face now, lips moving against you so intensely that his kisses turned into something more desperate. Jason kissed you with so much hunger that he almost crushed you in his arms on the spot.
your thighs were beginning to ache again and you decide to rest your full weight on him, a moan escaping past your lips when you feel the prominent bulge straining against his pants. your lust had spiked in the tenfold so you instinctively ground yourself against his hard-on, craving the delicious friction. he pulled away suddenly, hands flying back to your hips to steady them in place.
dazed, you look back at him with a confused expression. it was a sight to behold – the feared Jason Voorhees, mask partly off, lips swollen, fully erect and red in the face from a little make-out session.
there was no escaping it now. you’re not sure if you’re ever going to get him like this ever again.
you practically throw your arms around his neck and kiss him again in an attempt to reassure him this time. his hands are kept glued to your hips and they do a pretty good job at keeping you still, though you could feel his cock twitch at your persistent attempts at grinding on him.
“please,” you press your lips against his ear and it earns a sharp inhale from him, indicating that his resolve was crumbling by the second.
you pull back from him to place your hands against his chest and he stares back at you, even with his mask back in its place you could tell he was strained and wary.
he’s betrayed. you’re seducing him! how could you? wait, what are you doing?
his sight falls further and further down as he follows your hands, reaching to unbutton his pants. his grip against you loosens ever-so-slightly and you take the opportunity to reach beneath his pants to palm him with your bare hand.
holy shit, he was big.
your fingers wrapped around his cock delicately, stroking him experimentally without actually taking it out. Jason lets out a strained moan, his grip on your hips faltering as he tilts his head back at the softness of your hands around his cock. truthfully you were becoming a bit nervous – he was absolutely huge and despite the embarrassingly soaked underwear you were sporting, you’re not sure if he could actually fit.
this man was more than double your size but you’re not about to let that stop you. he surprises you again when he glides his hands from your hips to your ass, squeezing it until he earns himself a surprised gasp. you meet eyes with him and he holds your gaze with such possessiveness it takes your breath away.
keep your pretty eyes on him. just him and no one else.
with your newfound (albeit misplaced) confidence, you pull his cock out of its confines, eyes widening in surprise when it stood rigid and tall, reaching up to his belly button.
you’re fucked.
he’s smooth and uncut as you expected, the head of his cock swollen and oozing with precum at the slit. you knew he was big but you weren't quite expecting him to be as thick as a soda can.
you're absolutely fucked.
Jason has had enough of your staring so he decides to grab fistfuls of your clothes and pulls mindlessly, the fabric tearing easily with his strength. effectively out of your trance, you yelp in surprise and he only gives you a threatening look in response.
you’ve been staring all you want, why can’t he?
the masked man pulls the remnants of your clothes off and starts taking in your exposed body before him.
despite his apparent eagerness, there’s a slight tremble in his hands that tells you he hasn’t done this before so you place your hands over his reassuringly and use them to trail along your own body. it’s his turn to ogle you and it doesn’t take long until he starts exploring your body without your aid – grabbing and squeezing experimentally. he goes off on the noises you make, only tearing his eyes away from your flesh to admire the expressions you make for him. once he started moving on his own, you made quick work to rid him of his shirt.
all of a sudden you’re jerked forward, chest pressing flush against his own as he tries to angle you in place. the blunt head of his cock prods experimentally at your entrance and you hear him inhale sharply when it gets coated with your arousal.
it’s embarrassing how wet you are.
“hold on, Jason I—” you whimper against him uselessly as he glides his cock against your entrance, eagerly coating himself with your wetness. “you’re too big… I don’t know if it can fit” you plead with him and you feel his chest rumble in response before he starts rutting his cock between your lips, the wet friction against your sensitive bud sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.
you’re dazed at this point, settling your hands on his shoulders for support as he continued to thrust deliberately against your wet cunt. “Jason, I don’t think it’ll—” you look back up at him and the dark expression in his eyes leaves you at a loss for words.
he’ll make it fit. you got him all needy, now you need to take responsibility.
the head of his cock catches at your entrance and he grips your hips hard enough to bruise. Jason is breathing heavily now, sweat beading across his chest as he stares back at you wordlessly. it was taking all of his strength to hold back. despite his intense gaze it seems like he was giving you one last chance to back out.
you respond by slowly sinking on his cock. tears welled up at the corners of your eyes at the sudden intrusion but you feel a hand on your cheek immediately, his thumb brushing the moisture away.
even with how wet you were it still took a lot to take him in without preparation. he was splitting you open, stretching you out well beyond your limits – god, he was so fucking thick. a pained groan escapes your throat as you realize you’ve only taken half of him, and he in turn presses the back of his head further into the headrest of the couch to keep whatever shred of control he has left.
you whimpered pitifully as you continue to sink further and further down his cock until you were fully seated. the feeling of being filled to the brim with his dick made you dizzy, even more so when you felt the spongy head of his cock press threateningly against your cervix. you could feel every twitch of his cock as your walls struggled to accommodate him. “Jason, fuck—” you cussed as he snaked his arms around your waist, pushing his hips up until he was balls deep in your tight cunt.
without warning, you felt a sudden surge of heat swell inside of you as he caged you tightly in his arms.
holy shit, he was already cumming.
the masked man let out a garbled moan as his body shook, so deep and guttural that you felt it in your bones. to your surprise, you felt him fucking you through his own orgasm – desperate, hurried thrusts that made your insides coil in delight. he was prolonging his climax as best he could. Jason had his head held back, eyes rolled back in pure pleasure as he continued to fill you with his seed, thick and potent.
it took him a minute to compose himself, feeling like he had briefly dropped his brain at some point and started thinking with his dick instead. it was so instinctual; he didn’t realize how badly he wanted to rail you until you were sat all cute on his dick like you belonged there. his post-nut clarity hit him like a train however, as he flinched when he realized what he had done and his hands shot up immediately to give you a quick look-over.
“I’m okay,” you assured him, even finding his sudden panic endearing. you were still very much sat on his dick with his cum in you. (he was still at half-mast, even.) the gears started turning in his head and you could practically see him go through the phases: guilt, shame, self-loathing, rage.
you could only witness so much of his mental breakdown until you decide it’s enough so you gently hold his face in your hands and pepper his mask with kisses much like you did earlier. “I adore you,” you start, moving to press feathery kisses across his neck as you feel his heartbeat increasing against your own chest. “I have for some time now,” you continue with an experimental grind of your hips. it was much easier to take him in his current state, especially with the excessive amount of cum acting as a lube.
“and I’m sorry I’ve let my—ah, my desires get the better of me before I could say anything. I can’t help it when you look at me like you want to keep me all to yourself.” you explain further, jolting slightly when he starts to move against you again, holding your gaze with his own. “…please, Jason. I want that more than anything.” his breath hitches.
“take me all you want, I’m yours to kee—fuck!” he feels his blood rush straight to his dick and he’s fully erect again like it’s nothing, grunting in response before shoving his cock into you as far as it could go. that’s all he needed to hear.
his, all his.
he repeats in his head, arms locked around you so dangerously tight he knew if he wasn’t careful enough he might break a rib or two.
all for him.
the masked man bounces you on his cock like you were made for him, savoring the way your insides suck him in greedily. he feels a lot less embarrassed now for cumming so quickly.
you wanted it, after all—no, needed it.
needed him.
if you needed to be his this badly, cooing at him so sweetly even as he’s mindlessly rutting into you like an animal, then by god he’s taking you. he’s keeping you all for himself, just like you want him to.
Jason feels his head going blank as he nears his peak again and judging by the pitch of your voice, it seems like you were getting close too.
the man stands so abruptly you could do nothing but hold onto him like a ragdoll. he makes sure to keep himself nestled inside you as he shifts positions. you feel your world spinning for a moment before you're being set down gently onto the pile of sodden cotton blankets below. you’re unsure at this point if it was because of your own arousal or if it was Jason’s cum leaking out of you.
you feel a rough, calloused hand on your cheek, giving it a few gentle taps as if to check if you were fully conscious or not. your eyes refocus just in time to take in the sight of him pushing your legs further apart and you moan shamelessly. he folds himself over you to claim you deeper and it feels like being engulfed in a fire.
the head of his cock presses purposefully against your cervix again and it takes your breath away.
god, you were so full already.
you feel his fingers press against your face to turn you towards him and he meets your eyes with a deadly look. he slowly pulls his cock out just until the head remained before slamming down into your insides so hard that the couch creaked in protest, knocking all the breath out of your lungs.
Jason holds your face in place, not breaking eye contact as he does it again.
mine.
you unravel underneath him before he could do it again, cumming so hard that your eyes roll to the back of your head. a deep groan forces out of his throat as you tighten around him and he takes great effort not to bury another load in you.
he instead takes your sudden tightness as a challenge and does it again, shoving his cock back into you so hard that you start seeing stars.
then he does it again, and again, going faster with each thrust until he’s threatening to break you open to make room for more of his seed.
Jason only pauses to fold you in half, maneuvering your half-limp body around to position you into a mating press. where did he even learn how to do that? any hope to form a coherent thought is quickly thrown out the window once he starts mounting you like an animal and you could do nothing but drool and babble about how good he’s making you feel.
miraculously he seems to understand your incoherent rambles and praises—and in response, he drills into you so hard you’re convinced he’s doing it to mold your insides into the shape of him.
as you’re rapidly approaching your second climax, you feel hard plastic against the side of your face and you instinctively throw your arms around him and bury your face in his neck like your life depended on it. the lewd sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoes across the empty cabin in a steady rhythm.
your second climax hits you so hard you start trembling, mouth opening into a silent scream before biting down onto your lover’s neck.
Jason groans as he feels your teeth on him, his own hips snapping to a halt as he shoots his second load into you so abruptly he starts seeing white. hot, sticky cum floods into the deepest parts of you and you could do nothing but ride out your own climax, your insides sucking it all up greedily. you feel him rock against you slowly, as if to avoid any more of his seed from spilling.
“easy, big guy. if you keep doing that I might cum again” you mumble, voice hoarse from overuse. the behemoth of a man stares back down at you with a slight tilt of his head.
is that such a bad thing?
“are you serious? you’ve cum in me twice already!” you furrow your brows at him in disbelief and he says nothing as he sits back on his heels to move your legs to his sides, the rocking of his hips slowly but deliberately increasing in pace.
“Jason!” you jab at him playfully as you stifle a moan. how is he still hard? he responds by staring you down and taking your hips in his hands and rubbing circles into them. that’s what you get for seducing him, now deal with the consequences.
the storm continued to batter down on the cabin as Jason picked up the pace again despite your weak protests, the pile of movies sat on the coffee table long forgotten. he would brave the cold outside again and again if it meant he could always rely on you to warm him up after.
been a while, so i think im overdue for a little life update.
most important, this project is not being abandoned. it's still being written, just very, very slow. i'm still thinking of more ideas, more things, still thinking about the story, still writing when i can.
since around february of this year, my health (mental and physical) had deteriorated to a point where i had to drop out of university and move across the country to be back home, and after a ton of work and a ton of doctor visits, i'm slowly getting back into the swing of things and into being a functional human being again— which means i can write again. which is great.
i want to thank everyone who has played the prologue or simply followed me in that absence, and everyone who hasn't forgotten about the story, and i promise to keep you all updated whenever i can.
in the meantime, my inbox is always open for inquiries or anything you'd like to say to me.
