Kinktober - Day 7 Mask Kink with Miguel O'Hara
Summary: You finally convinced Miguel to try on Halloween costumes, and things get a little heated when he gets too into character.
Tags: knife play(it's a fake knife), reader has a mask kink, ghost face Miguel, erm, he inserts the knife in places it shouldn't be….so anal, p in v, calls reader a slut
A/N: Soooo the ideas have been running again. Idk if I have any of yall that like Simon "Ghost" Riley from Call of Duty, but ermmm I do lol. So I was thinking of doing a kinktober or some works(maybe) with him in it. Just wanted to give y'all a heads up so y'all can know what's coming! For the next Kinktober fic , I'm def doing Primal Play with Nerdy Dom Miguel, I might do one Primal Play with Simon too cause it just makes sense lol. But let me know in the comments if y'all like that idea or if you have any ideas/requests for Simon "Ghost" Riley, I'd love to hear those as well!! Anywayssss I hope y'all enjoy lovelies mwah<33333
Previous Day
Masterlist
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“Stop fussing, I think you look great!”
“I look like a godsdamned fool,” he growls.
Gently, you fix the clown mask over his face to your liking. You've been trying to get him to try on costumes with you since forever, and finally, after months of begging, he agrees. The fate of the multiverse is in his hands, so he's busy enough as is, but gratefully, he decided to meet you on one of the breaks you force him to take. You've brought him a collection of masks and outfits to wear. You've even brought just masks because he hates full outfits.
“Okay, fine, since you don't like this one, there should be another one left. This one has a knife to go with it” He yanks the clown mask off of him, and he walks back into the bathroom.
You wait patiently for about 10 minutes, and then finally he emerges from the bathroom. In walks Miguel in a ghost face mask paired with a fake knife. Although you can't see his face, you watch as he slowly stalks over to you. The way he moves is unsettling, and the fact that he's not saying anything makes it worse.
You nervously laugh. “You're enjoying this, aren't you?”
“This one isn't bad,” He slowly says as if testing the feeling of it. “Do you like it?” Nervously, you gulp. What has gotten into you? You haven't been nervous this whole time, and now suddenly you're nervous? You twiddle with your thumbs while sitting on the bed, and Miguel makes his way to you. When he stands in front of you, he looks down, and you sit there looking up at him through the black eye sockets of the mask.
“Am I scaring you? Don't worry, it's just a costume,” he jokes.
“No, it's uh—it’s quite the opposite actually,” you croak, and his head tilts to the side. “I don't understand if you're not scared, then what are you?” When he folds his hands across his chest, his muscles bulge the veins in his arms are more highlighted when he does this.
Feeling flustered, you fold your arms across your chest as well and turn your face away from him. “It's stupid, I'd rather not say”
He used the handle of the knife to judge your face back to him. “Come on, you know your feelings are safe with me. Is this freaking you out or—”He turns the knife around, uses the tip of it, and glides it down your neck. Stopping the tip right where your cleavage begins, you let out a small sigh. Although it's a fake knife, the plastic is rather cool against your skin.
The words begin to fall out of your mouth. “Miguel, I know it's stupid, I just-”
“Stop that. It isn't stupid, I love learning something new about you. Do you wanna try something?” You don't miss how his last words come out a little slow. You raise your eyebrows at him. Is he asking what you think he is?
“I thought you had to get back to work?”
“I think you're right, a break can be very good for me. Do you trust me?” you nod.
“I do”
“Get on your knees then” Slowly, you sink to your knees. You can't believe this is actually happening. Without warning, he drags the tip of the knife along your neck as he circles you.
“Who would've thought my girlfriend is such a filthy slut? Wanting to be fucked by a man in a mask was always on your bucket list, huh?” Your eyes follow him as he walks around you. His words are so filthy yet so satisfying to hear.
“Miguel I-”
“Shhhh, what did I say, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. You have so let me fulfill your desires. It's only going to be me, no one else” Without needing him to tell you what to do, you begin to unbuckle his belt.
Although you can't see his face, you can almost imagine that there's a smirk on his lips. He can be so cocky sometimes. “Eager to please are we?”
Your hands come in contact with his cock, and he kisses at the contact. “Only for you”
You stroke his cock once, your thumb smearing the precum that's already there. You kiss the tip before tracing his veins along his shaft with your tongue. You hate to be biased, but his cock is perfect, not too big, not too small, and just the right amount of girth.
But as you look up, you're not seeing Miguel, you're just seeing a man in a ghost face mask.
Making sure to relax your jaw, you wrap your lips around his cock. You tease him by taking him halfway and then not stopping until you feel him in the back of your throat. When you gag on it, that earns you a string of praises from him.
“Fuck—you take me so well” It's not long before he's fucking your face. His hips snap in a vigorous pace. He has one hand on your head while the other is aiming the knife at your throat.
Tears are streaming down your face, and your mascara is running. You can feel he's nearing the edge with the amount of curses that leave his lips. Right now, you want nothing more than for him to cum down your throat. You take your hands to cup his balls to get him there faster. “That's it, baby, just like that—fuck you’re gonna make me cum” His hips stutter, and you feel his hot ropes of cum filling your mouth. You make sure to swallow every drop you moan around his cock as you do.
Miguel bends down and plants a kiss on your mouth. He helps you rise to your feet and deposits you on the bed. You both begin taking off your clothes, not stopping until you're bare in front of him.
“I want you on all fours” Face down, ass up is what he really wants to say. Slowly, you do as you're told, placing your face on the mattress but making sure you can still see Miguel. You arch your back as much as you can.
You expect him to end up directly behind you; however, you watch as he walks over to the bedside drawer and gets out the bottle of lube you keep there.
You can't help it as a smile emerges on your lips. When he's finally standing behind you, he places a kiss on your wet cunt. You let out a whimper at the contact.
“P-Please Miguel”
“Please, what?”
“Please make me cum” you say breathlessly
He smacks your ass and causes your body to twitch at the slight sting. You're about to say something else when you feel the tip of his cock breaching your entrance. You're wet already, so you don't need the lube. But if he isn't using it for-
Your mind goes blank the more he pushes into you. You welcome the stretch as you always do and let out a long moan, the moment he’s buried to the hilt. “F-Fuck Miggy-” You can hear the small chuckle that turns into a groan the second he begins to move. He gives you nice, deep strokes that have you gasping for air with each snap of his hips. Before he truly falls into a rhythm, you hear the bottle of lube opening. “I want to fill both of your holes, baby”
You watch him, confused. “B-But how?” You watch as he takes the knife and taps it on your clit. Your voice rises an octave. “Will it fit?” You question.
“You’ve taken me there before, so I’m sure it will” He pauses before he speaks again. “Do you want me to?”
“Yes, I do” That was all the confirmation he needed because he’s lubing up the end of the knife. You can feel the excitement coursing through your veins. Your body feels like it's been set aflame, and you can't believe you're both doing this.
A sharp gasp falls from your lips the second you feel the knife breaching your ass. “F-Fuck” you've never been filled from both entrances at the same time. Sure, Miguel fucked you while he had a vibrator on your clit, but there has never been anything filling your ass while he fucks your pussy.
Forgetting the slow pace, Miguel begins to pound into you. The sound of skin slapping fills the air as he forces the knife in and out of your hole. Feeling the need to have something in your hand, you reach down and tug on your nipples. You know the second you place your hand on your clit, you will become undone, and you don't want that.
You don't want this to be over so soon.
“You might be a slut, but you're mine, you hear me? No man could ever satisfy your desires, you're stuck with me forever, baby” You don't even have it in you to respond. He's been saying things like this a lot lately, and you don’t know what to make of it. But you know one thing for sure, you wouldn’t mind it one bit if you were to spend the rest of your life with him. The words in your head turn into mush when you feel his index fingers running circles on your clit. You think you call out his name, but you’re not even sure from the feeling of the soft sheets on your face, to you being filled in each and every hole. The lewd sounds your body is making are turning you on even more. You can feel your wetness dripping down your thighs. Miguel stops the movement of the knife, and he grabs the back of your neck tightly, but not enough to bruise. “I’m gonna cum in your pussy—puta madre I’m gonna-” You feel his hot cum filling you up, and you moan at the feeling. That's all you needed to reach the edge yourself; your toes are curling, and you reach out to grab something to anchor yourself to. But the fingers on your clit don’t stop until you're practically crawling away from him.
Looking over your shoulder, you expect to lock eyes with him, but you forgot he’s wearing a mask. While you're completely naked, he’s fully clothed black t-shirt and black pants; the only part of him that’s undressed is his cock, which is giving light twitches inside of you. “F-Fuck Miggy ‘tis too much” You whine.
“Just give me one more,” he drawls out. He takes the hand that was once on your neck and resumes fucking you with the knife. Your legs give out, and you can no longer support yourself up, but Miguel's arm, which is still rubbing your clit helps keep you up. You let out a loud moan that makes you sound like you’re in pain, but you're far from it. Your toes curl, and finally, his fingers stop. Stars cloud your vision, and when Miguel's hand leaves your waist, you’re falling face-first into the mattress. You both catch your breaths, and he withdraws the knife and his cock from you. He tosses the knife somewhere on the floor and lies down next to you on the bed. Wanting to see his face, you pull off the mask, wiping the sweat that’s formed on top of his lip, and plant a kiss on his lips. The kiss is slow and definitely the opposite of what just happened between the two of you, but you enjoyed every minute of it.
He leans over to whisper something into your ear. “I think we can both agree that this is the costume I’m wearing”
