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HELP IDK WHY I WROTE THIS. MY SLEEP DEPRIVED ASS WANTED IT TO BE WRITTEN IG?? GENITALIA MAKES ME UNCOMFORTABLE BUT I WRITE SMUT

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Choking, hair pulling, possible degrading, mostly praises? Spitting, blowjob, throat fuck, unprotected sex. Outside sex, possible hate sex?

Y/n had her arms crossed, a harsh glare set on the back of Masky's head. She’d give anything to just smash his petty little head in with a rock. She looked away and to the side of her. “You know.” She started to speak, Masky's hand instantly raising in a shushing manner.

She clenched her fist. “Don’t you fucking tell me to shush.” He grabbed his wrist. In a quick second she was on the ground, his boot pressed at her throat. “Do not touch me.” He spat, his voice dropping into a low, warning tone.

She only let out a strangled squeak as he pushed his foot down more. “Keep it up and I’ll crush your fucking windpipe.” He snarled and pulled his boot off her throat, and watched in amusement as she coughed out.

“Fuck” she hissed out and rubbed her throat while propping herself up on her elbow. “Get up.” He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her up, drawing a small whimper from her. He froze in his spot and slowly removed his hand from her hair, arms dropping down to his side and turned on his heel walking away. An awkward tension is now in the air.

She quickly scrambled to her feet and followed, her face red in embarrassment. She walked a good distance behind him. The sexual tension rising and replacing the awkward tension.

He stopped in his tracks, causing her to crash right into his back. “Hey?! What the fuck?!” She spat and shoved him, Masky's arm quickly dying out and grabbing her by her forearm. She was roughly thrown around to face him before he slammed her against the nearest tree.

He pinned her arms up above her head and gazed down at her. “What did I say about touching me?” He said as he used a hand to keep her hands pinned. The free hand going and wrapping itself around her neck. “I’d say I’d break your windpipe, now didn’t I?”

Her breath slightly hitched and she gazed up at him. He just watched her. “You're enjoying this. You're such a fucken whore.” His knee nudged at her thighs, demanding for them to spread, which she slowly did. Once a big enough space for his knee, he lifted it and shoved his knee against her clothed pussy.

She let out a gasp and squirmed, thighs clinging around his knee. “Hm? Do you like this?” He dragged his knee across her clothed pussy, her nails digging into his wrist and her head leaning back while a pleased sigh escaped her lips.

His hand trailed from her neck and tugged the zipper down on her hoodie. He tugged it down before pushing the jacket off her body, as much as he could without releasing her hand.

He grabbed a hold of her tank top and tugged at it. “Do you want this? As much as I do. Just give me a signal and I’ll stop.” He said in a serious tone.

She grumbled and grinded her hips down against his knee, letting out a whine at the friction, feeling her arousal build up. “Yes. I’m sure.”

Her bottom lip trembled a bit as she continued to grind against his knee. He turned his head to the side and pulled his knee away causing her to clamp her thighs around it tighter. “Masky, no.” She whined and rocked her hips against him.

He looked at her, a sly smirk hidden by his mask. “Oh? This desperate already? I haven’t even touched you yet baby girl. Does this prove how much you crave my touch.” His hand forced its way down and in between her thighs, her hips instantly rocking at his hand instead on the knee.

He slightly grumbled and used his hand as a distraction to pull his knee away. “See? Now was that so hard?” He asked. She let out a whine in frustration as he pulled his hand away.

Masky’s erection was now uncomfortably straining against his pants. He grumbled and quickly released her arms and put his hand on top of her head, forcing her down to her knees.

She used this as an opportunity to pull her jacket off and toss it to the side. Her hands sliding up Masky's thighs and slightly tugging the zipper down. Feeling the slight pressure be relieved off his erection.

She hooked her fingers onto the loop of his pants and tugged them down, nibbling her lip slightly. His hand moved into the back of her head and grabbed a fistful of her hair. A quite obvious tent in his boxers. He moved her hand up and traced the bulge with her thumb, a groan escaping his lips. “Hm? Do you like this?” She mocked his words from earlier while she pulled his boxers down, instantly being surprised by his cock lunging out and missing her face by centimeters.

She looked at him. His hand pushed her head forwards. “Come on, say ahh for me. Can you do it sunshine? Say ahh and I’ll give you a reward, pretty girl.” He purred as the head of his cock was ready beading with precum. She slightly opened her mouth. Causing him to drown under his mask, he tapped her cheek with his cock, smearing precum on it. “Nuh-uh. Wider for me baby.” He hummed.

She opened her mouth and he sighed, face way too hot to be under his mask. He tilted his mask up a bit so it was at an angle that she can only see his eyes.

He grumbled. “You look so pretty on your knees for me baby..” he muttered and slightly rocked his hips, rubbing his head against her tongue. She cringed at the salty taste and tried to pull back. He kept a firm grip onto her hair as she pushed her head closer more.

“Bet I can get you all fucked out of your pretty mind too?” He cooed as he gave a shallow thrust, dragging his cock against your tongue outwards and then back in. His head poked at the back of her throat causing her to gag around him.

“Hm, then you can take care of me baby girl?” He asked and repeated his action, dragging out and then back in, out and in. Every drag of his cock he would push it farther into her throat.

Her eyes would clench shut and she grabbed onto his thighs, a toothy grin plastered on his face as he held her head in place, thrusting into her mouth. “Watch it there sunshine, you're drooling.” He reached down and wiped the saliva that dribbled from her lips. As he gave a shallow thrust, feeling as whenever he would bury himself into her throat her throat would constrict around him.

He pulled back and roughly slammed his cock back into her throat, “I bet you just want to be slobbering all over me, yeah? Like the good girl you are.” He patted the back of her hair. He thrusted deeply down her throat once again watching as the tears dropped down her face and she struggled to breathe. Every noise she made, brought him closer to cumming.

He grumbled and let out a string of curses as she started to claw at his thighs. “Fuck.” He hissed and stuttered his hips into her mouth. The drool and precum mixed and dripped from her lips and dropped down onto thighs and tank top.

“Fuck—” He tilted his head back and got a good look at her, hair slightly messed up, eyes clamped shut the drool dripping and her cheeks puffed out from the thickeness of his cock.

He kept the hand on her head and hunched over her, resting his arm on the tree as he continued to fuck her mouth. “Fuck, Fuck. Get ready.” He gripped her hair as he shot his load into the back of her throat. Her face filled in disgust as he slowly pulled out, saliva and cum connecting her lips and the head of his cock.

She kept her cheeks puffed out while she finally got a decent look at him. He’s fairly large, about a 6.5, pretty thick and veiny too.

She looked up and grabbed her jacket and wiped her lips. “I hate you.” She hissed and watched as his gaze turned back into an intense glare.

“Don’t not test me.”

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