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g-xix · 22 days ago

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🔞Mask + Knife Kink | George Clarkey

Summary: You hadn't anticipated that telling George to wear a Halloween costume for your party would have such an effect on you... But with a few drinks and horny thoughts, you were acting on the kinks that you never thought you'd let see the light of day.

CWs: smut, cussing, mask kink, knife kink, mirror sex, degrading + praise, pet names, v rough, blowjob, borderline cnc but not, drinking

Notes: last kinktober post - fittingly a Halloween post on Halloween. Enjoy your trick or treating tonight and enjoy your last kinky October fic x

When you'd told your best friend George to get a Halloween costume for your party, you hadn't expected have felt your heart drop, breathing become shallow and eyes glaze over as you looked across the kitchen island - mounted with red plastic cups and drinks galore - music blending and becoming as unintelligible as the bodies that moved in the background, as your eyes fixated on your best friend. Red cup in his hand with the other tucked into his pocket, black shirt fitted ever so slightly more than you'd seen him wear and matching the dark cargos that hung loosely around his hips, a thick belt wrapped around his hips and embellished with a prop knife, holstered in - he looked inhumanely good, and had you feeling a gentle thrum between your thighs...

Although the pièce de résistance of his outfit wasn't the clothes that fit and stretched around his thick muscles that you'd never looked at in such a way before...

Rather, it was the mask that was strapped around his face.

A ghost mask - hard, white plastic with the curves and contours resembling the timely character Ghostface - the dark black holes about his mouth and eyes covering all facial features of the handsome brunet, focussing your attention instead to the hard, unmoving plastic that faced you - and you could tell that those eyeholes were burning straight into your own eyes.

A few drinks later, you found yourself outside. On the porch that was decked with an outdoor sofa, and George on one of the seats.

A drunken, dopey smile spread over your lips as you stumbled to the sofa, receiving cheers and greetings from the other friends that lounged across the cushioned seats - though you only had one mind and one thought for where you wanted to sit.

George's arm wrapped around your waist, hand planting firmly on your thigh to keep you supported and grounded whilst you were clearly unbalanced - sitting yourself in George's lap and wrapping your arms around the neck, covered with silky black fabric from the ghostface mask, blending into the black of his tee and giving you a lifeless, unmoving face to focus in on with a disorientated smile. Though you couldn't see the eyes of the man behind the mask, you could watch his head move - the mask lowering and indicating that his eyes looked down and scanned over your body - not being at all subtle whilst he took in the fat of your ass and thighs that spilled from beneath the delicately stringed fishnets on your legs which stretched over his lap and across the sofa, all the way up to the cleavage that spilled and showed perfectly to him from this angle, where you looked up at him from his lap - low-cut bodysuit revealing your delicious bust and bunny ears that extended over your hair giving George's other hand something to wrap around.

A wolf whistle was heard from behind you, and you let a giggle pass through your lips, though you didn't turn around, your mind churning and whirring horny thoughts as you couldn't rip your gaze away from that mask.

A horny mind really was your own worst enemy.

"You're so fucking hot with the mask on," Fell from your lips uninhibitedly. "I don't know why I've never seen you this way until now... But you look so fucken hot..."

A laugh was heard from beneath the mask. The sound was as crisp and intelligible as if George wasn't even wearing the mask, and yet the plastic made the soundwave bounce back and had the effect of quietening his voice. So that whilst you heard him perfectly - his noise was insulated and only kept for you and him to hear.

"Thought you might like it." That smirk in the voice was evident. And you loved it. The fact that you couldn't tell or see the emotion behind the mask, so you had to listen to every sarcastic word that fell from the man's lips to try and hear how he felt. Like some temperamental guessing game that could go wrong at any moment. Without caring about the fact he'd be able to feel it, you clenched your thighs to satiate the pressure building between your legs at the flirty talk you could feel building. "I've seen your for you page enough times to know what you have a little kink for..."

A mock gasp fell from your lips, pulling away and looking at your friend with mock offense with a large grin across your face. "I do not have a mask kink-"

"Is that so?" He leaned in, shortening the gap between you two. You couldn't help the embarrassed grin that came as you shook your head, denying what was quite obviously true. George didn't stop, and he spoke with such a low voice, deep and husky that you felt your thighs clenching again. "So if I told you I would take you up to your room and fuck you in this mask right now, you'd say no?"

Your jaw loosened, eyebrows slowly raising in surprise, blinking rapidly to try and focus yourself and make sure that this wasn't some dazed dream in your stupor that you were just imagining.

No. Your best friend really was rocking you in his lap and saying that he'd fuck you. With the mask on. Right here and now.

You couldn't even look into George's eyes and tell whether he was just joking - some sick and twisted flirtatious joke that he was just saying hypothetically... OR whether he seriously meant it. That unmoving mask, emotionless, remorseless, merciless slab of plastic that spoke volumes to your horny subconscious was all you could look into.

And so leaning forwards, you pressed yourself to the mask and lay a delicate kiss on the bridge of his nose - just above the inverted heart of the nasal concha. The ghostface mask tilted to the side as you pulled away, George's hand scaling from your fishnetted thighs to the plump of your ass that spilled from the side of his jeans.

"What's it gonna be then, bunny?" His head was still cocked to the side as his hand tugged against the bunny ears on top of your head, his little petname meant to mock your costume, and yet instead making your heartrate quicken as you were pushed to make a decision. Your best friend who played into your kinks just to wind you up and get a rise out of you, forcing you to tell him whether or not you were gonna cave and tell him to fulfil your libidinous wishes.

You picked the obvious answer.

His arms threaded beneath your body, picking you up effortlessly and letting him take your weight as he carried you through the party and up the stairs the long route - giving everyone a fair look at the host who had fallen trap to the ghostface mask and muscles that carried her to a bedroom.

The moment you reached your bedroom, your hand dived into the bedside table and frantically ran through it, searching for a little foil packet within it which you could use for protection. George stopped your search, however, his hand - worn and roughened with hard spots - firmly grasped as your wrist, his other hand wrapping around the other wrist and pinning them together, grasping them in just one palm as he forced them back and pushed your down into the mattress - pinning your hands above your head and making them sink into the bed under the force with which he pushed you down.

His body then came up on top of yours, not giving you a fraction of breathing space as his chest pressed up to yours, your tits pressing into his muscles with his stomach flat against yours as his masked face was a mere few centimetres away from your own, one hand besides your face supporting him whilst the other held your hands above your head.

"What you doin' there, sweetheart?" George questioned your search in the drawer with a low voice.

"L-looking for a condom," You stuttered under the intense scrutiny, and was only met with a laugh - George's chest rumbling against your own, letting you feel the everything from your close proximity.

"Oh no, I wanna do something with you that doesn't require any of that," George's voice came out so low it was almost a growl - fuelled solely by his own lusts and thoughts which countered yours. "I think I want you to put that smart mouth to use first."

"Well what if I don't want to?" You had the nerve to grin up at the mask and challenge it.

And a laugh fell from your lips as George reached behind him to his belt, pulling out the knife that he'd holstered into the outfit. A "cool accessory", plastic prop that he tried to threaten you with, pressing up to your throat.

"What are you gonna do with that prop," You derided. "Those muscles are big Georgie, but I don't think you could use them to take me out with a plastic kni-"

You were cut off as your strap was sliced through - the "prop" blade cutting through the material effortlessly. Oh.

The tip of his blade was cold, you realised, as it pressed into soft skin beneath your chin after that - applying pressure and forcing you to raise your gaze up to the mask which tilted to the side as you made eye contact. "Not real?" He repeated mockingly. And as you exhaled slowly - shakily - feeling a mix of fear and confusion and adrenaline coursing through your veins, your breath misted over the cold metal.

George didn't need to use his other hand to hold your wrists down, because you were paralysed in shock - unmoving as the masked man removed his hands from around your wrist and pulled the front of the playsuit away from your body, revealing the braless cleavage beneath the material and letting his hands fondle the soft flesh, his fingertips circling the darker skin and peaking your nipples before roughly pinching and tweaking them, making a whimper leave your throat as your thighs wrapped around his legs and clenched around him, pressing his rough jeans into your core that begged for stimulation.

He dipped, allowing himself to press the blade of the knife into your sternum, the cold and sharp edge just blunt enough to apply pressure into your skin without cutting it - making you gasp as he brought it to the other strap of your playsuit, cutting it away from your body and brushing it away so that all you were really in was a pair of fishnets, whilst your ghostfaced friend was still fully clothed and yielding a very active weapon. Though the first part changed as the mask pressed itself back up close to your face, almost making you flinch and try to withdraw a bit as he hissed from behind the mask "Now suck my cock, bitch."

You were unparalyzed in an instant.

His back against your headboard and trousers frenziedly unbuttoned-unzipped and pulled-away with the boxers, you didn't give yourself a moment to even think or pause as your hands flew to his cock, grasping the shaft and pulling it up to your plumpy lips that George had looked at for so long, wondering how they'd feel massaging his cock and dumbing that smart mouth.

And by fuck did you feel amazing.

The mask tipped back, low groan exiting George's lips as his hand threaded through your locks and grasped the back of your head whilst you did absolutely every little thing you could to fit your best friend into your throat. Tears jerked in the corners of your eyes as you reached the bottom of George's cock, his tip blocking your throat and suffocating you for a moment. And George's hand pressed into the back of your head - holding you there and making your eyes widen in shock and horror as you struggled to breathe around the blockage in your throat, George's grip on the back of your head unyielding.

You let out high whines and noises around his length, your palm tapping frantically tapping against the thigh on the right side of your head, hoping George would get the idea that you were trying to tell him "You're choking me, I can't breathe right now!!"...

When George finally let go of your head from the base of his cock with a low groan, you gasped and withdrew with tendrils of spit still connecting your panting mouth and lips to his thoroughly wet length, slowly stretching and detaching, landing cold and wet against your bare tits as you looked up at the mask with a look of both fear and disbelief. "What the fuck was that - I could've suffocated!"

"Sorry sweet, just couldn't help myself-" One of this hands made its way to your cheek, cupping the side and letting his thumb penetrate through your open lips and sit over your tongue. He pushed his thumb down onto the muscle and stopped you from saying anything, giving you no option other than to close your mouth around his digit. "Your mouth just feels too good... I'll try not to be too hard, yeah? You be a good girl and keep going..."

The name brought a blush to rise to your cheeks as you tentatively reached out and let your hand wrap around the base of his cock, noticing how much slicker it now was from your spit. His thumb withdrew from your mouth, patting your cheek and letting you return to his cock, deciding not to take him into your mouth in fear he'd remorselessly choke you again.

Instead, you let your tongue explore his cock - lathering up and down the side and looking up with wide eyes at the unmoving mask. The underside of his cock was defined by a vessel that furiously pumped blood, and caused George to elicit a lewd noise as you traced your tongue over it.

"You keep doing that and I'm gonna cum all over your pretty fucken' face..." George's words came out a low groan as you watched the mask tip down to speak to you before rolling back, your tongue flicking over his bright red tip that ached and begged stimulation - his length twitching in your hands. His words felt so degrading - so diminishing- admitting he'd cum all over your face. The same face you'd spent over an hour decorating with eyeliner and various brushes and pens and glitters earlier. The way those words devalued all of that had the pit of your stomach burning and heart beat synchronising to the feeling between your legs.

"Is that where you wanna finish, Georgie?" You let your hand work on the base of his cock whilst you talked, working painfully slowly to ensure he didn't finish before you wanted him to. "Because I can swallow as well..."

The man laughed. "Oh I'll be inside of you soon enough. I wanna see your face covered by me first.. Get off a sec-"

You took your hands off as George got up from his position - leant back against the headboard - pushing himself up and onto his knees, raising his hips from the backs of his heels as you sat in front of the man with wide eyes looking up to see what he was doing. And as his hand attached to his cock, other one opening your mouth - you stuck your tongue out for him whilst he furiously fisted his cock in his hand, those biceps tensed and whorishly defined, forearms a work of art as his arm pumped to fuck his cock in his hand - every thrust of his hand accompanied by an involuntary jolt of the hips as he got closer and closer to finishing - his silky tip pressing against your tongue with each twitch of his cock that brought him closer and closer to finishing, until-

You closed your eyes, a gasp leaving your throat as you felt something slick and hot spurt onto your face - touching your forehead before coursing down the nasal bone and curve of your eyehole - another spurt landing above your lip and dripping down onto your open tongue as you felt a few more dribbles with less kinetic energy dripping down onto your tongue.

You jaw slowly raised to try and close and swallow the cum that'd landed on your tongue, but George's thumb pressed down onto your lower lip, holding your jaw open a moment longer.

And opening the eye that wasn't squeezed shut to prevent anything slipping into your eye - you were blinded with a flash, causing you to squint your eye before seeing the phone that George held in front of your face - the flashlight shining having taken multiple photos.

A gasp fell from your throat as you realised what he was doing - wiping away the remnants on your face and looking indignantly up at the mask. "You delete that photo right now - I don't want that being sent anywhere to anyone-"

"Or else what?" The mask tilted and his voice came out a taunt, and you hands scavenged the sheets, hoping to find the cold metal of a blade within your grasp as a defense against your best friend-turned psycho. You were unlucky. And the coldness of metal against your thigh told you that. "Looking for something?"

You looked down to the knife between your thighs before looking back up to the mask and gulping.

"Don't you worry, princess," George's hand found your hip, his hand pushing you over and turning you so that you lay with your stomach flat against the bed - looking opposite you and into the mirror to see George with the knife still between his fingers and between your legs - watching and feeling as George used the sharp blade to slice through the fishnets with ease, his hands wrapping around the fine thread, and using the bulk of his muscles to rip the rest of them off. He looked up and caught you staring at him in the mirror, head tilting to the side as he slot himself between your legs - pressing the weight of his body down onto yours whilst his cock landed between your cheeks - still hard despite finishing only moments prior, and slick spit lubricating his motions as he humped and fucked himself between your plump cheeks. You could feel a whimper forming at the back of your throat at the aching between your legs that made you want to beg for George - to just push himself in and stretch you out.

Your gaze had fallen from the mirror - eyes screwed shut and hands bunching up a pile of duvet close to your face for comfort. But George's knife against your throat pulled your gaze up to the mirror, where you saw that the ghostface mask was pressed right besides your face, so that the words that came from behind it were absolutely crystal.

"I won't hold onto this pictures forever sweetheart - I'll delete them... On one condition-" His hand tugged the locks at the back of your hair - lifting you from the mattress as he held your body up and made you hold eye contact with him in the mirror as he pressed his lips to your ear. "Every round you can go, I'll delete another picture. And I'll give you an extra clue - you have five photos to work through..."

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