Strawberry Lollipops {masky x reader}

✧Chapter.14✧

CW: Mildy sexual content involving a major character!

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The two proxies arrived back in the mansion in roughly fourteen minutes. Most of the house was asleep aside from a few who enjoyed being up at the late hours of the night, Ben and Toby being a few. Masky trotted up to Slenderman's office while the h/c haired girl left to wash up before bed.

He knocked, before settling into the office, giving a full report on every encounter they had that night, no matter how embarrassing it might be. He was soon excused, just in time for his turn in the bathroom. The tiled room was fogged up with steam from the previous usage, strawberry scented soaps almost punching him in the nose.

Grabbing a towel, he set it on the countertop before closing and locking the bathroom door. Slipping out of his mask he stared at his reflection overanalysing every detail that painted his skin. His dark circles only seemed to darken every time he checked, as his skin grew paler. Soon enough he began to brush his teeth, and started his nightly routine.

This soon lead to him being back in his room, writing at his desk, with a nicotine patch on one arm and a lollipop in his mouth. This became an almost nightly occurrence. He savoured the lollipop, the sweetness of the flavour almost forcing him to only think of one thing. He groaned frustrated, all he could think about was the way Y/n's waist felt in his arms earlier that night. The look of shock and the apples of her cheeks turning red almost pushed him over the edge.

He wanted her to stay in his arms longer, to squeeze at her waist and to hear her crack. Irritated, he put his paperwork away. He stared blankly out his window for a moment, itching to get his hands on a pack of smokes. Instead he continued to roll his tongue over the now almost finished lollipop. What the hell was his issue? This feeling he felt, still was hatred...right?

A pattern of knocking came from his door, interrupting his train of thought. He groaned, "What do you want?" the door creaked open slightly, "I um, finally got your jacket out the laundry from the other week. Here you go–" Y/n spoke as she tossed him the jacket before uttering an awkward "g'night" as she shut his door once more.

Masky stared at his jacket for a moment, before staring back at his now closed door. It wasnt even close to his face but he could still smell that the jacket smelled of Y/n. The overwhelmingly sweet strawberry odour danced with a hint of laundry detergent made him feel things he was not expecting that night.

Masky felt his sweatpants grow tight as the scent permeated his mask. The thoughts of him holding her waist and the smell of his jacket made him feel almost dazed. Grunting he took off his mask for the night before laying in his bed. He held the jacket close to him while feeling his throbbing cock through his pants, letting out soft moans. This was embarrassing..

God he hated that she could even make him feel this bothered. He could imagine how egotistical and smug the girl could be if she knew how intense she could make him feel. After palming himself for a bit through his boxers he slid his dick out, twitching with pre-cum and throbbing with pleasure he began stroking it at a consistent speed before he became a moaning mess.

He held the jacket to his face in order to muffle his pathetic cries from the rest of the house. This didn't help at all since all he could inhale was the scent of Y/n, making his hand quicken in pace and his movements become sloppy. "Fuck Y/n what're–what're you doing to my head." he would grunt out in between moans of pleasure.

He still hated how she could make him feel this way, that she seemed to have him wrapped around her finger. Seeing her flushed face from earlier made him want to wrap his hand around her throat as he showed her who was more in charge. He wanted to show her he was stronger he should be barking orders that he could make her feel as clumsy and sloppy as she made him feel.

His pace quickened once more as he came close to finishing. His breath staggered as the blood in his body raced to the tip of his girth, making his cock harder with each pump. He was completely hot and bothered by now, ready to cum at the thought of dominating Y/n in every aspect possible.

With a few more quickened pumps of his hand he came all over his hand and thighs. Heavily breathing into the jacket he sat for a moment, covered in his own cum. Fuck that had released a lot of pent up emotion and stress he hadn't known he had.

Sitting up right, he began to clean up with tissues left on his bedside table. He cursed himself for letting out such a big load and making a mess. He once again felt gross, itching to just shower once more for the night. Soon enough opting to shower quickly before bed, he stood up grabbing new clothing and a fresh towel once more.

Slipping in and out of the shower he finally decided to sleep for the night . The last several hours had utterly drained any energy he had left within him. Even with no energy however, his mind still raced almost causing him another migraine. He began to turn over, facing away from his door and staring at his jacket.

Grabbing it, he held tightly almost causing the white of his knuckles to show in the pitch black room. He held it closer to his chest, hugging it as his eyes fluttered shut.

Why was she doing this to him?
It's the cigarettes not her
It's the cigarettes not her
It's the cigarettes not her
It's the cigarettes not her
...
Fuck.

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