Masky X Hoodie Yaoi Novels & Stories

Xiuying acting spoiled just makes the girls laugh out loud even the guards patrolling the area are trying to hold their laughter, the corner of their mouth are twitching. In the tallest tree in Xiuying's courtyard two figures, wearing black robes the other is wearing a fox mask while the other man's face is covered with a black cloth only showing his forehead and eyes, are quietly observing the master and maidservants interactions. The fox masked man noticed her companion's eyes shows adoration as they watch the di daughter's actions. Suddenly a shadow guard appears behind him. "Master everything is set as you ordered." "En. Let's go." The fox masked man assent before the three disappears wi

Their hotness was undeniable and they both exuded sex. Then, to my disappointment, the masks covered half of their faces. Yet the fiery-eyed and blond wore a mask, on his chest with a mark of a symbol of a dragon, holding the sun and fire in his mouth. The man with sapphire eyes and short brown hair looked more thoughtful and serious, and his strong face had a mask of lightning and thunder. Was it a new custom that I hadn't heard of while I was stuck on this planet? They came to hunt me down instead of attending a masquerade party, right?

All things considered, it seemed like there was only one cool and exciting decision to take, one I'd giggle about for years to come. At worst, it would be an experience that led to introspection. And, at best… I swallowed, groaning. “Is… is he hot?” Kyle grinned, like I was doing him a favour by agreeing to go in there and get fucked. “I actually don't know,” he said, “they wear masks. Like I said, discreet. But I know you like them rippled so I made sure of that.” Oh God.

The scent that radiates from it, the one I once sucked in like a moron… The same one that torments me… FUCK!!! My brain registers everything at a click. I’m in his hoodie. On his bed… I freeze on seeing a familiar figure lounging on the couch beside my bed. It’s him. Like a king, he sprawls on it, long legs stretched out. He’s wearing another hoodie, a pair of ash joggers, gloves hands as ever, and his mask. ‘God, please—‘ I clasp my palm to my mouth and muffle a cry. If going back to the convent would be my only way out, then I would.

Yi Tong asked, not knowing who was in front of him. "Oh! Me? Hold on. Who do you think I am now?" Long Chen held the mask he usually wore when he was outside. Seeing the mask in Long Chen's hand, Yi Tong knew it was the masked man she had always hated. "You… You…" "Cousin, you have no right to… ask questions in front of us." Yi Qingling said, stepping on Yi Tong’s shoulder, whose hand was already gone. "Ahhhh! You slut, why are you awake? Shouldn’t you be unable to wake up?"

He leaned forward and asked, “Are you, by any chance, pent up or something? Because seriously, if you are, I know a yaoi manga app—” Noah covered Isaac’s mouth with his hand. He said, “You’re so annoying, you little brat, so just shut it, will you? And who told you I’m interested in shitty yaoi manga? How is that going to get me off?” “Really? You’re not interested in yaoi manga? Seriously?” Isaac wasn’t backing down. Then Mason, Reo, and Connor came in, and they took their seats around the table. Connor asked, “What are you guys talking about?”

“Take off your mask, girl. I want to see your face.” I hesitated. “It’s part of my costume. You don’t want to ruin the fantasy, do you?” There’s no way I’d let him recognize me! Mason smirked. He raised his hand and reached for me, his thumb stroking my lips, the only exposed part of my face. “You have no idea what kind of fantasies I have right now. Take it off,” he said, his tone firmer now. Shit.

“He’s riding an Anomaly.” ***** That was a close one, the masked man thought. He adjusted his position on the back of the Anomaly that was currently under his control. It was like a very big dragonfly, but with a poisonous stinger at the end of its tail and had fur instead of scales. The fur was unexpectedly soft and made riding it quite comfortable. The masked man thought he would have enjoyed this ride better if he wasn’t hurting so much.

Just stay with me and I would be alright. "Welcome back Master Yulian! And to your lovely guest!" welcomed the attendant on the big oak door. I couldn't make out the guy's features; his face was covered with a rather colorful Arlechinno—depicting a very happy clown. It matches his buoyant personality; he was almost bouncing on his feet at our sight. "Here is your mask, as you requested." He handed Yulian a black Pantalone. "I made it myself!" he exclaimed clapping both hands together. Yulian reached for the birdlike mask, "Thank you, Marcel, are they all here?" he asked wearing the ornament over his head.

Hardin responded with a smirk and Martina creased her forehead into a frown, her presence didn’t mean anything? “You should take some rest in the guest room, Martina. We will talk when I am done” he added. “What? You are fucking my best friend in front of me and you don’t even care?” She was mad, very mad, “how dare you, Hardin?” He yanked her closer and she gasped in fear, his eyes emitting a dangerous aura that made her shiver to her bone. “Do it while I am being nice, Martina” Not bothering to answer him, she turned her attention back on Melisa who was still sprawled on the bed, she didn’t even bother to cover her naked body.