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Your boyfriend gave you a look, as if asking, When did you go and buy this?
You pulled the mask from Mark’s hands, ripping off the tag and scooching closer to him on the bed. You reach up to pull it over his head. “C’mon, just once. Maybe it’ll be your new favorite thing.”
He partially slides the mask on before quickly taking it off. He runs a hand through his hair to fix it, but you’ve been with him long enough to know that it was a fidget whenever he was bashful. “You want me to, like, chase you through the house? Like the movie?”
You laughed. “No, just seeing you in it is enough of a turn-on.”
Mark kept digging through the plastic bag. “I was gonna say, you forgot the knife. And the cloak.”
You wormed your hands under his shirt, feeling up his stomach towards his pecs. “Why would you need the cloak if you’re gonna be undressed anyway?”
Mark quickly follows your nonverbal commands – he doesn’t have to be told twice – lifting his shirt off over his head. He then pulled the mask down, adjusting the cloth so that it properly rests on his shoulders. You looked him up and down as you undressed to your underwear, and it took everything in you not to pounce on him right there.
The idea had come up when the two of you marathoned through both Scream and Scream 2 on a rare day off.
“Do girls really like Ghostface? Is it the mask?” Mark had asked.
You thought for a moment. “Well, he’s really flirty with all the girls. And maybe it’s the fear factor and him being completely concealed, too.”
“You like my Invincible mask, right?” When you didn’t answer right away, he quickly turned to face you on the couch. “What’s he got that I don’t?!”
You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he deflated into your embrace. “You didn’t give me time to answer! No duh, I like yours way more.”
“Well, now I’m kind of curious what I’d look like with it on,” Mark replied.
“I guess it’s no different than if I was wearing the mask from my hero suit…” Mark said, leaning in. When he realized he couldn’t kiss you with the mask on, he rested his head in the crook of your neck with a sigh. “But at least my mouth is out on that one. How am I supposed to kiss you with this?”
You coddled him, petting the back of his head. “Oh, I’ll kiss you enough for both of us.”
His hands rested on your thighs, giving them a few squeezes. Usually, when the two of you fucked– no, you couldn’t even call it that. When the two of you “made love”, it was a mutual power balance, each of you doting on the other, muttering praises and “I love you”’s between kisses. Ideally, though, with the mask, your sweet, loving boyfriend would have to take on a more dominating role.
That’s not to say he wasn’t aggressive. He’d try his best to keep his strength under control, and while he would never deliberately hurt you, he had a tendency to bear hug you hard as he fucked into you, mouth pressed into your neck. But you kind of liked it. Really liked it.
Mark seemed to get the idea of what you expected from him, and motioned for you to roll onto your stomach, ass in the air. His cock, already slightly hard from seeing you in your bra and panties, grinded against you through his sweatpants. His hands gripped your waist, easing you back against him.
You turned to look back at him, giving him a sly smile.
He must’ve already had his eyes closed, enjoying the moment, because it took him a few seconds to tilt his head down and meet your gaze. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing!” You turned your head to face forward again. “You’re just quiet for once.”
Mark removed a hand from your hip to palm his face over the mask. “Aghh, I don’t know! Give me examples of what to say! I can’t be mean to you, baby. Even if it is fake.”
You slightly wriggled back, and he met your force, gently bucking against you. “I told you, you look sexy as hell with the mask on. You don’t gotta do anything–”
“Hmm, just let me put it in already then. You didn’t tell me all this teasing would be a part of it,” Mark whined.
“It’s only been, what, a minute of foreplay?” You goaded. But just seeing him in his sweatpants and the mask did a lot for you, you’ll admit. Your cunt already slightly ached, desperate for more than dryhumping.
Mark’s response was pulling your panties down, then quickly his own pants. He rubbed his cock against your pussy, your thighs squeezing around his girth. You leaned back against him till his hips were flush against your ass, enticing him to get on with it.
He pulled back, aligning himself with your hole before pushing in. Your walls shifted around his length as he eased in, enough slick accumulating from all the grinding and anticipation. It felt as if you were sucking him in, and he let out a heavy sigh above you.
You heard him begin to speak, but he refrained and began to pump into you. You slightly swayed back to meet his pace, your ass meeting his hips with a quiet plap.
Mark’s fingers dug into your hips, pulling you back since you weren’t moving enough for him.
You looked back at him, watching his abdominal muscles flex as he fucked into you, his head tilted back in pleasure. He moaned under his breath, just quiet enough that you could hear if you silenced your own moans.
You moved your hand between your thighs, circling around your sore clit in search of release. He switched up his pace, barely bottoming into you, your ass just grazing his hips.
He tilted his head down, and you could feel his eyes meeting yours through the mask. You pushed through the grip he had on your hips to set your own pace, bouncing back against him as he was still, letting you do as you pleased. The pressure continued to build in your gut, easing you closer and closer to that plateau.
“Yes, baby, like that,” he muttered. “Keep fucking yourself on me. So pathetic, you look so desperate.”
While at first he had some hesitation about the idea of being mean to you, it seemed to flow naturally in the moment. Just his words were enough, and a shock of pleasure shot straight to your cunt. The fact that his eyes were obscured behind the distorted mask only amplified the feeling.
You arched your chest deeper into the bed as you came, your other arm outstretched to grip the sheets as you sighed out a moan. Mark picked up the pace again, his hands moving from your hips to press down on your shoulders as he fucked into you.
You whined into the bed at the overstimulation of the new angle. You couldn’t even squirm out of his grasp with his hands pushing you down, keeping you still as he humped you.
“Mark, Mark, Mark…” You whined.
“Shh…” Mark panted out. “Just shut up.”
It wasn’t much, but his slightly harsh words made your cunt clench around his dick even tighter and you mewled in response. You were hardly there, your mind lost in arousal.
“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” he mumbled.
“Please,” you replied. “You’re so good to me, please, please…”
His pace slackened as he bottomed out in you, and you felt his balls twitch against your pussy as he came. You wriggled the best you could against his hips and he groaned.
“Ahh, too sens–... too sensitive…” He panted above you.
After a few moments of you two catching your breath, you shifted under his weight. He was putting a lot of force into pushing down on your shoulders, and it was beginning to hurt as you came down from your aroused high.
“Oops, sorry,” he said, moving to lie next to you. “Ah, almost forgot.” He lifted off the mask and put it on the edge of the bed. Immediately, he buried his face into your neck and kissed you up to your cheek, palming your face to turn you so you’d kiss him on the mouth.
You laughed at the barrage, attempting to kiss him back at the same pace. When he had had enough and lay back, you could finally catch a whole breath. “So…?
He lightly trailed his fingernails on your back. “Huh? So?”
“You liked it?”
He shrugged jokingly. “I mean, it’s not terrible. Like, I didn’t hate it. As long as you know I didn’t mean any of what I said.”
You poked at his side. “It wasn’t even that mean.”
“I just…” Mark pulled you into a tight hug. “I love you.”
You kissed his collarbone. “I love you, too. C’mon, let’s shower. Then you take me to a nice meal to make up for being so mean. How about…”