anal before we go out on a cute date together, cum in my ass n shove an uncomfortably large butt plug in so that i’m forced to walk around all day thinking about how good your cock felt <3
Oh to be knotted or fucked till I cum till my legs are shaking, my breathing is hard, and I drip slick down my thighs from overstimulation !!
I want to cum so much every touch feels like fire and I'm left gaping !!
:3333
ooo please PLEASE do a kabukimono stalker like DOWNBAD stalker/scummy,yandere kabukimono +somnophilia pleeekkk uhh idk what else to add,,,, OHOH GRINDING against user when they r asleep and a shrine dedicated to them fem reader please!!
some parts of this are a little dark, so heads up.
kunikuzushi always wonders how you never noticed that little things that went missing. a few strands of your soft, pretty hair, plucked so carefully from your hair brush. a couple pieces of jewelry. some bottles of perfume, bottles of almost empty bath salts. panties randomly going missing, thinking you'd lost them in the wash or something.
he kept them all locked safe in a box that he made himself.
you are just so nice and pretty. you didn't find him strange. you treat him like he is human, you have even chided him for saying he wasn't human. you spend time with him, willingly go on errands and walks with him, and even took naps with him.
when you had tea he pretended to enjoy because it was polite with him, he always put his lips on the cup where yours had been after you went home.
he followed you the entire day, blended in with the crowd in the streets of Inazuma as you ran your errands for the day. he thought you looked awfully cute playing with your lower lip while trying to decide which fruits and vegetables to buy. the way you cocked your hip to the side while you read the back of a light novel at yae publishing house.
you look awfully tired today, and it was no surprise to him to see you fall asleep after he followed you home. you'd been incredibly restless in your sleep last night.
was he on your mind like you are on his mind all time?
kunikuzushi knew you wouldn't be offended if he snuck in and crawled in bed with you. you'd long since started letting him stay the night and sleep in your bed with you. sleep is a luxury he could choose to indulge in if he wants. however, falling asleep next to you however is becoming less and less frequent.
his cock just gets so hard thinking about you. and you smell so good lying helpless asleep next to him. surprisingly enough, sex has been incredibly easy to understand once he read about it. and he thinks about it all the time.
of pinning you underneath him and pumping his cock into your tight warmth until you are shaking and moaning about how good his cock feels pulsing cumshot after cumshot inside of you. of sucking your pretty nipples until you whimper in overstimulation while your velvety walls spasm tighter on his cock.
kunikuzushi clamps a hand over his mouth to stifle the soft whimper as his cock hardens. he only intended to grind against your thighs, but they just felt so soft and tempting as precum beads onto his swollen cock head. it is easy for him to slid his cock between your soft thighs.
"i'n sorry..i'm sorry.." he mumbles shakily into the palm of his hand, pumping his cock as gently as he could stand between your thighs.
a soft whimper almost chokes from his throat. kunikuzushi didn't think he could bite the inside of his mouth any harder. his hips jerknonly a little more than he met to. his cock head pushed up into your panties, settling between your warm and very wet folds.
juices pool onto your pussy, providing more than ample lubrication for him to get decent friction. it's so hard for him to hold himself back. his cock pulses almost unbearably as he stifles moans into his palm.
occasionally, he feels his cock head push against your opening. he nearly loses his mind feeling your hole spasm on his cock head before hastily adjusting his position, bringing it to roll against your puffy clit.
kunikuzushi mindlessly pumps his cock between your thighs until the last possible moment, quickly turning over to cum in his hand. he wants so badly to stain the insides of your thighs with his cum, to spatter even just a little on your pussy.
he fully intends to steal the panties you are wearing later.
Hello! I love your writing by the way and how you interpret Scaramouche/ wanderer is just 🤌🤌🤌
I would like to know your opinion about, what if there was an au where both Scaramouche and reader are in college. Reader takes on medical technology where she studied all about microbiology and all that stuffs and giz. When all of a sudden their professor tasked them that they would need to bring their own sperm cell for this assignment but reader doesn't know where to get some. But then it hit her, she finally knows someone who could help and all she needs is a little persuasion.
You don't have to answer it though or reply to it. It just an idea I had stuck in my brain for awhile huhu. But all in all, your writing is so good and well thought out and I would like to see how this turns out. Anyways love you and hope that you listen to it hihi >🩷🩷
Spurm of the Moment
POV: You need sperm to do a project in your biology class, but you’re a woman, and cannot get it in your own. You could get it in sperm banks, but that would probably cost you money... So why not use your dear friend to get that sperm?
⚠️ WARNINGS:
— This is NSFW work
— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns
— Contains: Blindfolding, bondage and overstimulation
— Wanderer x Biomedic Reader
— AU is: Modern
“Are you sure I have to be like this?” Wanderer asked as he tried pulling his arms away from the chair’s arm rests, testing out the ropes’ strength.
“Please, we both know how you are. You barely let me hug you when we’re hanging out already. Do you really think you’d let me do this to you freely? Don’t make me laugh…” You asked while still kneeling down in front of him, tightening the last rope around his left leg.
“What about the blindfold, then? How is that helping you?” But he kept trying to challenge you’d expect from him.
“I don’t want you to… witness.” You cleared your throat as you stood up from your spot.
“Oh? But you can take off my pants and jack my dick off as you wish?” You could still see his eyebrows frowning even if the blindfold covered his purple eyes. “Y’know, why didn’t you just ask me to jack off on my own?” He kept moving his hands in diverse ways as he spoke, enjoying one of the few freedoms he still had.
“I don’t trust you to be cautious with it.” You walked towards your desk, grabbing the other preparatives you needed for this moment such as rubber glover and the pot where you’d keep the semen in.
“You don’t trust me to beat my own meat?” Wanderer wheezed, lowing his head down momentarily.
“I trust you to do that, but not to be cautious and sanitary with the results.” After grabbing the prepartions and dressing the gloves around your hands, you walked back to him, kneeling in front of him ahain. “And, you did consent to this anyway…” You tried teasing him wth the truth, but it didn’t seem to have much effect.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever…” He kept himself broad to pretend he hadn’t lost that little argument.
“Just to make sure you aren’t starting to regret this… What is the safe word we agreed on?” You asked him a bit more seriously, looking up to him despite hs inability to stare back at you.
“Biology.” He answered very bored.
“Yes. Just like the main purpose of this.” You reminded him of that fact before your hands started to move down his chest. “May I?”
He nodded and you soon cupped his crotch with a hand, beginning to gently rub your palms against his organ to get him erect.
“Shit…” Wanderer turned his head to the side while biting his inferior lip to stop himself from making any louder noises compared to the short grunts from the back of his throat. “What kind of lesson is this anyway..?” He fixed his throat, trying to maintain his dignity.
“We have a project to examine sperm cell behavior of different people under certain conditions.” You answered neutrally, focusing more on his slightly-hardened organ rather than his anger.
“Are you the only woman in their class or something?! Why would he not give the cells already?!” Wanderer kept trying to argue with you and distract himself from the pressure you were applying on him.
“Hmmmm… I don’t know.” You shrugged your shoulders, not wanting to think about less awkward alternatives now that you were getting what you needed.
So, trying to get him to stop protesting, you finally put your whole hand under his underwear and pulled out his dick out of it, finally springing it free. When Wanderer felt your gloved fingers enveloping his pink tip is when he started fighting back again.
“Aren’t there any sperm banks in the school?! O-Or maybe in the city?!” His head was looking down at where the motions were going to happen, trying to somehow have a bit of control and awareness of his situation.
“Don’t you think it’s a little too late to protest about it now?” You spoke a bit ironically, circling those same fingers around him to give him a starter.
“You minx…” You could clearly see his fists gripping around the edges pf the seat as you teased him, taking it all out on it.
“You know you like it.” You blinked to him, finally beginning to occupy his mind with more pleasure.
Your fingers were jerking him gently and slowly, going all the way to the tip of his urethra down to base of his cock. It was a tortuous rhythm that was certainly tensing him up for more. His own fingers would slightly scratch the chair to relieve himself and hope it’d make him more silent around you, feet tapping the floor nervously.
“You know… this would be faster if you told me about anything you like during these moments for me to do.” You suddenly decided to open your mouth to give him that suggestion, deciding to use your other hand to gently get a hold of his testicles to test him out.
Wanderer flinched as soon as he felt you touch that region, skin visibly shivering. A bothered grunt also came out of his throat in response, a hint of pink coloring his cheeks.
“J-Just… stroke me faster.” He fixed his throat again as you smirked at the facade he was trying to pose to you.
But you did as he wished and proceeded to stroke him faster, still trying your best to tease his tip the most so he could ejaculate as soon as possible. It was now a bit harder for Wanderer to jail his noises, meaning he had to try even harder to keep his mouth shut, and those efforts were making this whole moment way more awkward for you too.
“You can moan, y’know? I would expect you to.” You turned your face to him, but seeing his face made you too embarrassed to keep looking at it that bravely, so you abruptly turned away and started looking at the floor instead.
“I don’t want you to listen…” He quickly mumbled before another moan took his vocal chords over and forced him to shut his mouth again.
“Alright, then… But it is going to become worse for you.” You said while making the circle between your middle, ring finger and your thumb tighter, trying to squeeze him more.
“For fuck’s sake…” Wanderer’s hips trying to recoil away from you, but that was impossible due to his legs being tied to the chair’s too, so he had no choice but to relieve himself by stretching his legs and arching his back, his feet facing the roof.
If only he wasn’t wearing shoes… You were pretty sure all his fingers would be spread apart too from that heavy pleasure wave you gave him, but you had no choice but to move on from that and keep focusing on pulling out that orgasm from him.
This moment was as awkward for him as it was for you. You’d never expect someone as reserved as him to let you do this to him, and actually doing it felt bizarre. Now you knew how his dick looked like, and you could probably imagine how it fit and looked under his pants. How would look at him normally again? How would he look at you normally again? Maybe you should’ve been more creative with your problem-solving skills instead of insisting on this. But at the same times you couldn’t blame yourself for him accepting to do this so… easily.
“I know it’s very weird, but… It would be really helpful if you could help me do this faster.” Now it was your turn to fix your throat to pretend you didn’t have an awkwardness in the tip of your tongue.
“… Ok.” He accepted your commission very neutrally, arms crossed as if he was bored and not surprised at all.
Maybe he wasn’t exactly taking you seriously and didn’t realize the gravity of what he put himself into.
“I hope I’m successfully stimulating you and not just… doing this for nothing.” You laughed your embarrassment away, trying to cool the mood between you two.
“Y-You’re good.” He mumbled, a bit too embarrassed to confess his satisfaction with all of this.
“Tell me when you’re close, okay?” You looked at the pot sitting at the floor by your side, wondering when would you finally use it.
“Ok…” Wanderer moaned under his throat again, still holding himself back.
Hearing his confirmation, you kept working your hands in his organ, trying your best to recreate the tips you’ve read in the internet about how to make a guy reach his orgasm quickly. Your right hand was basically twisting itself within every pump to provoke his sized cock while sometimes gripping it a bit harder on purpose to cause a bit of pleasurable pain. Meanwhile, your left hand were still massaging his balls and caressing them with thumb, but way more carefully compared to your other hand. You knew that it was a very sensible and fragile part of the male body and you had no idea if Wanderer would like you to mess with it any harder, so you had no choice but to be gentle despite your want to end this as soon as possible.
“I-I think I’m close…” Wanderer suddenly threw his head back, a high-pitched moan escaping his lips after holding himself back so much.
“Are you? Really?” You asked, turning your eyes back to him, seeing his mouth hanging open from the overstimulation.
“Y-Yeah, yeah… Go faster…” He asked, cheeks growing a bit redder from asking you such an embarrassing question.
You nodded and started pumping him faster, dropping all those techniques you were trying to use to focus on man tuning that growing momentum, including his testicles so you could grab the pot. And it seemed to be working because Wanderer started hissing quite frequently to get rid of his need to groan.
“A-Almost there..!” Wanderer’s feet begun dragging themselves against the floor again, trying to contain his pleasure, his hips trying to jerk upwards to feel more friction and allow himself to free that aching knot in his balls.
Unfortunately, despite his warning, Wanderer was still not ejaculating at all, which worried you a bit.
“A-Are you sure?” You asked, almost laughing in pure nervousness.
“Yes… yes, yes, yes…” His eyebrows kept twitching and frowning as closure suffocated him, his feet still trying to stretch on the wooden floor.
You grabbed the pot sitting in front of you and you put it in his tip, readying yourself for his orgasm. Now all that would come out of him would directly go inside there with no chance of escape. But then Wanderer’s orgasm snapped pretty soon after you did that, making the timing of your placing of the pot perfect.
Wanderer bit his inferior lips again, simply hissing all his way through it instead of just letting those caged moans go for once. All his cum was going to the pot as expected, but you had to do some effort to keep it all together due to how strongly he was cumming. His hips were jerking forwards to the most they could, hand fingers all spread and aggressive with the poor chair.
“Shit!” He also kept insulting the nothing around him out of nowhere for no apparent reason rather than just coping with the high amounts of pleasure being release.
Soon enough, his cock stop twitching inside the pot, signaling you that it was over. So you pulled it out and angled it back to its normal position to make the semen stuck on the walls to drip down to the bottom of the pot. Meanwhile, Wanderer was just completely melted in the chair, breathing in and out heavily to refresh himself.
“Aaaaand…” You voiced as you reached for the jar’s cover and begun spinning around the pot, stopping when it wasn’t possible to do so anymore. “Done!” You cheered excitedly while getting up and moving to your table.
You carefully placed the pot in a corner and grabbed a packet of blank stickers, beginning to rip one off of it to use it, but Wanderer finally recovered his logical thinking.
“Are you not going to untie me?! It was supposed to be the first thing to do!” He complained, sitting his body in the chair normally again.
“Wait.” You said, trying to focus on stick the sticker in the pot in anyway it wouldn’t be curved or off the center in the slightest.
“You better hurry up… It is very uncomfortable to be in this chair…” Wanderer used an ironic tone to complain about you, trying his best to annoy you to get what he wanted.
“You didn’t seem to have a problem with it at first.” You decided to pause your pot-labeling to give him attention, speaking very snobbishly too.
“Yeah, but now I’m just barely sitting naked here with no moving rights!” He resisted your argument, trying to move his arms and legs again to show you how tight he was against that chair.
“Fine, fine…” You got up from your chair and quickly moved to him, wanting to get that extra task done as soon as possible.
And soon enough, as soon as you took off his blindfold and freed his hands, Wanderer zipped his zipped back to its upper end as soon as possible, a loud high-pitched noise accompanying it. And when you were done freeing his legs, he kicked the hanging ropes around it away and quickly moved away, stretching his limbs apart to taste that sensation of freedom again.
“Holy fuck.” Wanderer moaned as he looked at his hand and tested their flexibility, seeing its fingers bend, his thumb rolling, and his wrists, still aching from the ropes, rotating as he commanded them to do so.
But you ignored him to focus on the sticker in the pot again, finally managing to stick it in the place you wanted it to be. Then, you proceeded to grab one of your many pens and, specifically the black one, and open it just to quickly write “Semen” on the almost-transparent red, straight, middle line of the sticker, and pop the cover back to its place in the pen.
“Gee, I hope I never meet another Biomedicine freak like you again…” He suddenly insulted you, which surprisingly made you turn your chair to him because you had a little twist that you forgot to tell him about.
“Well… It’s with this Biomedicine freak you’re stuck with for the rest of the month.” You tried to keep yourself calm, but you knew that would make him confused.
“What?” He turned to you, with a confused expression in his face you which you could take a picture of.
“Throughout the month I’m probably gonna need some more loads of semen to do the testing…” You watched his eyes widening very entertained, trying your best to not laugh.
“What do you mean?” He asked, in the brim of having a panic attack.
“I forgot to mention to you that little fact, but… I’ll eventually need more semen to compare it to this original sample.” You brought the pot to your hands and lightly shook it, showing Wanderer his own sperm. “Unless you want to cancel this and force me to redo everything I’ve done yet… You’ll have to be my provider this whole month!” You said excitedly, knowing damn well it would make him snap.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this before?!” He shook his arms around very stressed.
“Oopsies! Forgot!” You turned your chair back to the table. “If you’re that bothered, I’ll just throw this a—”
“NO!” He screamed, slightly surprising you. “I-I mean… I can’t let this whole shit we just did go to waste!” He explained himself, convincing you to turn back to him again.
“Oh? Or maybe you’re jealous with the thought of me doing that same shit with another man?” You decided to keep teasing him with a smirk in your lips.
“O-Of course not! Why would I ever feel jealous for you?!” As soon as he finished talking, Wanderer wheezed and put his hands in his face, trying to control himself. “I-I’m gonna get going…” His calm, cold tone came back as he spoke and walked around your room.
Since he hadn’t brought anything, all he had to do was leave your room. But right before he actually could slam your door shut and run very far from your apartment, he suddenly walking, and froze in his place for a few seconds before turning back to you.
“Don’t you dare think about throwing that away.” He pointed to your pot very aggressively, body visibly hard as he threatened you.
And the door was finally slammed to its closed state.
bully!yandere scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. cunnilingus. degradation. masochism. sexting (ish). blowjob. stalking. drugging/ use of marijuana and cigarettes. obsessive behavior from scara. mix of soft dom!scara and harsh!dom scara.
i was genuinely surprised how many people got excited for this🥺 i decided to split this into two parts cause it's really quite long.
you knew it was going to be a long afternoon the moment you left your dorm this morning. the moment scaramouche caught sight of you across campus. the last few months, scaramouche has been your bully.
"hey, nerd, you are a little late today," scaramouche bats your books out of your arms, "did you get lost on the way here?" the drink in your other hand was the next to go, batted out of your hand and landing face down on your books.
you stare down at the mess on the floor in front of you. you hate that there is a blush on your cheeks. you could do nothing but stare at the water bleeding onto your papers, swallowing your pounding heart in your throat.
scaramouche sighs, and flicks you in the forehead. "never mind," he pats you twice on your head, "i can see there is nothing going on up there. see you later, sucker. i don't have all day," he laughs at you, waving in passing.
"if you don't have all day, then what are you doing standing around picking on me?" you retort as you kneel to pick up your things. you simply pick up your things and head back to your dorm. you are pretty sure there was nothing major going on in your afternoon class.
you chose to hide away in your dorm for awhile. you flop down on your bed, turn on the tv and decide to see what your friend was up to. you met him online in the chat of a live streamer you both watch. later on through text, he told you could call him kuni and you've talked pretty much every day since.
'hey, what are you up to?'
back in his dorm, scaramouche had been waiting for your text. lately, you have been a lot more comfortable texting him. 'nothing much. i thought you are supposed to be in class this afternoon?' you have no idea it's him you have been talking to. you don't even know that it's someone at school.
it is a very good way for him to have you all to himself.
'nah, it's just a review today. i can safely skip. and this is going to sound so silly but...'
scaramouche eats it up when you trail off in your texts. that told him you are shy and flustered about something. he knows he has to be careful about how he words things when he talk to you. you might surely figure him out easily. 'what's up. is something on your mind?'
'don't laugh okay?'
'scout's honor. kinda seems like you have a lot on your mind. i don't mind listening, you know that,' you are quiet and shy, so he has to coax you little by little to get you to talk, but he likes to think he has gotten pretty good at it.
'actually, i do have a lot to say.'
scaramouche smirks, rolling the ball of his tongue piercing on the roof of his mouth. this was going to be good.
'well, he is selfish. arrogant. has no concept of personal space. he is academically lazy, but he is so so smart. all he does is poke, poke, poke. he never stops. i don't know why he picks on me, but i don't know how honest you want me to be about this?'
your praise about him being smart made his cock twitch. 'tell you what. i will put my down for two hours. not even look at it. you type to your heart's content and send the messages. when you are done, you can delete them. i won't even read them. sometimes, it helps to just get it off your chest and have that be that.'
of course he didn't do that. he kept his phone in his hand the whole time. honestly, he is completely unashamed about manipulating you like this. there is something rattling around in that pretty head of yours. there is no way he is going to pass this up. for extra encouragement, he texts, 'i'm putting my phone down now. just do your thing.'
back in your dorm, you couldn't help but smile a little. kuni really is a good friend. you feel nothing but secure talking to him about anything. so naturally, you just typed without thinking. he wasn't going to read it anyways, and you trust him. your fingers shook a little as you started typing.
'well, lately i am starting to enjoy when scaramouche bullies me. as wrong as it is to say, there is just something about that way he talks down to me. it just sounds so good. it's starting to make me really wet. that's why i had to skip class today.' not wanting the texts to be too long, you pressed send and started a new one, and just let yourself type.
'his arrogant confidence is infuriating, but at the same time, there is this commanding dominance in the tone of his voice. like all i could think about earlier was him bullying me down onto my knees, telling me it's okay to be a weak little slut and take his cock into my mouth like a good girl.'
"oh holy fuck, you little masochist," scaramouche whispers nearly dropping his phone reading your text. and you are typing still. he knew he couldn't say anything though, so he waits, his hand itching to reach down and stroke his cock.
'and i would gladly sink to my knees for him. i am blushing just thinking about it. i even want to play with myself, it's so hot to think about. it's making me really wet thinking about him degrading me while i choke on his cock. i want him to tell me it's okay to be weak. to not think and just focus on pleasing him because that's what i am ultimately good for. omg i am so sorry, please don't read this. thank you.'
scaramouche quickly took a screen shot before the messages disappeared. as much as he wants to find you and force you onto your knees exactly like you describe, he knew he wouldn't benefit him any. in fact, it would blow everything to hell. he reads your texts again, his hand fisting his hard cock, wishing the cum that spilled onto his hand was going into pretty your mouth instead.
over the next few weeks, scaramouche relentlessly bullied you, and you settle into something of a routine with kuni. once scaramouche was done with you, you would text kuni, spilling your racing thoughts into what you thought were blank text messages that you deleted unseen when are done.
'i can't thank you enough for always letting me do this, kuni. it's really helping a lot. if you ever need to vent in the same way, please do so. believe me, i can barely type these words. i didn't get much sleep last night. all i could think about was scaramouche tying me up, and degrading me for begging him to cum inside me while he fucks me senseless. i know i should stay away from him, but i can't help it.'
'he can never find out about this.'
you are effectively giving scaramouche all the tools he needs to corrupt you. you have no idea you are putting opportunities gift wrapped right into his lap. now, he could start sinking his claws into you.
you have no idea just how close he really is. there are only so many places you could go on campus. scaramouche knows your routine like the back of his hand. he has a few classes with you, and it's always easy for him to be in the right place, watching you while he bullshits with his friends.
usually, when you are out getting food or in between classes, you always text kuni, letting him know exactly what you are up to and where you are. you probably text kuni because being out around people makes you nervous.
'hey, kuni. i hope you have eaten today. i am grabbing some quick dinner right now. after, I'll probably go back to my room and watch tv or something.'
scaramouche looks right at you from across campus while you type. you are so painfully naive that it's adorable. you had no idea he's been following you the entire day, carefully blended in and unnoticed.
'hey, i just ate a little while ago. how was your day?' he texts back, immediately putting his phone in his pocket. you are defenseless and easy pickings right now. and he now knew you had nothing to do tonight. he is going to change that.
scaramouche waits until you get your food, and makes a beeline right for you as you leave the campus cafeteria. "so even nerds eat, i see," he trots up behind you, snatching your food out of your hand.
"will you please give that back? i didn't have breakfast earlier. i kind of..overslept," you reach for your food container, a blush dusting your cheeks as he holds your takeout box above his head.
"like i give a shit," he scoffs, watching your tits bounce as you jump to try reach for your container. smirking, he puts a hand on your chest and gently shoved you backwards. "what do nerds eat anyways?" he laughs, dancing away from you as he opens the container.
"what's it matter to you? you aren't eating it," you shyly try and reason with him while at the same time trying feebly to stand up for yourself. but you felt yourself getting weak in the knees like you always did. you could clock your body down to the minute it reacted it had become so routine for you.
"maybe i am hungry," scaramouche flips the lid closed, and walks away with your food. exactly like he thought, when he looks over his shoulder, he sees you coming after him. he revels in how much darker the blush on your cheeks got so fast.
"look, at least give me half if you want it that badly," you try several times to grab the container out of his hand, only for him to take it right out of your reach as he walks.
scaramouche laughs as he stops in front of his dorm. "nah, i don't share," he tosses your container into the trashcan next to his dorm room and opens the door. you wouldn't need that anyways. if he got his way, and he would, you wouldn't be leaving his dorm tonight. he can always get you something to eat later.
he is completely used to always getting what he wants.
you stare in disbelief at your food in the trash can. "i..i..why did you do that?" you swallow you pounding heart in your chest. it shouldn't feel this good to be bullied. you didn't think your cheeks could get any more red. the condescending tone he has sent a pleasant shiver right down to your clit.
sighing, scaramouche curls his fingers underneath your chin. "you should see the look on your face," he tilts your head up to look him. "yeah, that one right there," his hand caresses your cheek, his thumb lightly skimming across to your lower lip as you look at him.
"what do you mean?" it felt like a reflex for you to turn your cheek into his hand, the action happening before you knew it was. you long forgot about your food. the only thing you can do is focus on him. just looking up into his eyes flusters you.
"you look like you would get down on your knees and suck me off if i asked you to," it's infuriating how cute you look to him right now. your cheek was nuzzling slightly into his hand, much like a pet would.
clicking the ball of his tongue piercing on his teeth, scaramouche waits for your reaction. if you chose to walk away, he would let you. but he knew you wouldn't. whatever happens next is entirely up to you.
"what if i told you i would?" you shook a little as the words came tumbling out of your mouth. hearing his words reminds you of how wet you are. it took everything you had not to look away from him.
scaramouche froze for a moment, processing what you said. he honestly didn't expect you to be so straightforward. he thought he would have to bully it out of you. "c'mere," he takes his hand off your cheek, and grabs your wrist.
hastily, he pulls you into his dorm and shuts the door. "i'll bet you can't show me you are serious. weak nerds like you cave so easily," he scoffs, deciding to test you a little by putting his hand on your shoulder.
you shiver the moment he applies pressure, sinking to your knees if front of him. scaramouche's eyes widen for a moment as you look up at him. "i can prove it," you say, smiling softly at you nuzzle your cheek on his pelvis. "let me prove i can be a good girl for you." right now, in this moment, this is exactly where you want to be.
he grit his teeth looking down at you. "you know, you look adorable on your knees," he has spent so many nights with his hand fisting his cock, thinking about you in this exact position. looking up at him with utter adoration. fuck, it is making him hard.
you stay submissively quiet on your knees as he unbuttons his jeans. taking out his cock, he puts a hand on the back of your head. "open," he commands, tapping his index finger on his lips.
your eyes light up as you willingly open your mouth. his hand on the back of your head brings your mouth close to his leaking cock. he pokes the tip against your lips, smearing precum on them as he pushes it into your mouth.
your tongue flattens as you lick the slit, wrapping your hand around his cock. "fuck, i knew you were a weak slut," scaramouche hisses as your tongue glides wet on his cock head. his hand tightens in your hair, pushing your mouth onto his cock more, "be the good girl you promised you would be and suck."
you moan, opening your mouth to take his cock in. it pulses thick on your tongue as you suck. he groans as you gently grind the roof of your mouth on his cock. your clit throbs at his degradation, your panties clinging wetter between your legs.
he drinks in the look of adoration welling deeper in your eyes. it straight up makes him moan with pent up need. "that right, slut. keep sucking just like that," he holds your head in place, pumping his cock in and out of your mouth.
your pussy clenched hearing him degrade you so harshly. you muffle a moan on his cock, your sucks turning more eager as you stroke your fingers on the part that wasn't in your mouth. scaramouche rests his head against the wall, bobbing your mouth on his cock.
you rub your thighs together as drool pools out the corner of your mouth. you didn't need to think about anything other than pleasing him. your throat spasms around his cock as it suddenly hits the back of your throat.
"good girl, choking on my cock so well," he pushes hit into your throat again to feel the pure pleasure of it spasming pliable on his cock. you look so intoxicating right now, content to let him use your mouth to get off. the look in your eyes screams, please, enjoy me.
scaramouche has to bite back his whimper as his cock pulses in your mouth. "fuck, i am cumming," he mumbles as cum spurts warm and salty into your mouth. "swallow it all, whore," he groans, relaxing his hand on your hair and letting you suck him through his orgasm. his hand strokes through your hair until he pulls out of your mouth.
you obediently swallow, blushing as you saw a string of saliva connecting your tongue with his cock. sighing, he puts his cock back in his pants. it's so fucking sweet how you are looking up at him for some sort of guidance as to what to do next.
you really would look so pretty all collared up for him like the perfect pet.
"have you ever smoked pot before?" he asks, walking to grab a joint off his nightstand. he knew exactly what your answer would be. as he sits down, he pats the bed in signal for you to come sit with him.
"no, i haven't," you get to your feet, shyly making your way over to sit on his bed, "but i have been curious," you thought he would send you on your way once he got what he wanted. your heart is skipping beats in your chest at the thought of staying with him.
scaramouche spends the next few hours, shotgunning hits into your mouth while you watch him play video games. with each hit, his tongue devours your mouth, his lips needy on yours. he doesn't stop until your eyes look glazed over and hazy, and you are lying relaxed next to him on your stomach.
admittedly, he couldn't say he have an interior motive. as much as he wants his precious to relax, getting you high would make you more pliable for him. after a few hours of some conversation and smoking another joint, scaramouche turns off his game and rolls you over onto your back.
without a word, he captures your lips in a rough kiss. it strokes his ego how it takes no time at all for you to start moaning softly into his mouth as he devours yours with his tongue. his kisses turn more possessive as he takes your clothes off, carelessly tossing them on the floor.
he chuckles seeing the blush on your cheeks as he spreads your legs and slots himself between them. "why do you look so shy, hm?" his tongue dips between your folds, "you were sucking my cock like an eager slut a couple hours ago. it's cute, really," smirking, he licks stripes up and down your pussy.
your hips rock up to grind your pussy on his mouth. the wagging of his tongue piercing on your throbbing clit makes whimper tinged moans bubble up in your throat.
you don't know how much time passes as scaramouche tongue fucks your pussy until you start whimpering and moaning uncontrollably, his hands possessive and bruising on your hips as your hips they buck into his mouth.
you'd sucked him off so well. he has to reward you by returning the favor. as much as he wants to sink his cock inside of your tight, wet cunt right now, he knows just his tongue fucking into your hole will have to do. a delicate thing like you had to be corrupted slowly or you might shatter way too fast.
you passed right out shortly after cumming hard on his tongue, whimpering and shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. he keeps you tucked under his blanket, curled up against his side with your head resting on his chest.
"hey, are you awake?" he asks softly, tapping his index finger on your head. you didn't even stir, and he wasn't surprised. this had been your first smoke pot, and he had gotten you quite high before eating you out.
"don't worry, winter break is coming. everything will be okay then," he whispers, stroking his hand through your hair. you'd looked so fragile and delicate standing in the food court earlier. overwhelmed and tired. that if someone clapped at you the wrong way you would break.
life is full of loud and scary things. things that would break you. he couldn't have that. when winter break comes in a few weeks, he would make everything okay. before he went to sleep, he read a text that you'd sent a few days ago:
stepcest, DNI if it makes you uncomfortable, please. scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. biting. blowjob. cunnilingus. riding. creampie. consensual recorded masturbation. squirting. degradation. praise. breeding kink. mix of harsh dom! scara and soft dom! scara.
oml the poll was so so close. i plan to write both. this is long and kinda a mess, ngl 😭😳
this week, having a lost a bet during a video game, you would be serving as scaramouche's sex slave. his personal fuck toy to cum inside and use whenever he pleased. not like you weren't already, but this added a degree of dominance over you that scaramouche particularly enjoys.
he also knew showing dominance over you sexually was relaxing to you. he more than knew that you are going to enjoy yourself as much as he is.
monday
once the moms left for a week long business trip, he put you on your back on his bed, naked with your legs spread. he held your wrists above your head and played with your pussy until you squirmed from the harsh throbbing in your clit.
your body is twitching as your sensitive walls clenched around nothing. "please," you moaned shakily, bucking your hips up to grind your puffy pussy on his fingers, "i can't take it anymore. i need your fingers, scara," he'd been working your pussy over in a way that made you lose all sense of time, building your orgasm up agonizingly slow. your hole clenched with the need for his fingers to be fucking inside of you.
"do you really think you are in a position to make demands?" scaramouche delivered a wet smack to your clit. your legs trembled as you cried out, shards of white hot pleasure practically piercing your core. "remember your place this week, slut," he hissed.
his cock got harder from the sheer rush of denying you the pleasure of cumming on his fingers. letting go of your wrists, scaramouche sat up and took out his phone. "be a good girl and touch yourself while you beg like a whore for your stepbrother's fingers."
your cheeks flushed hearing domineering tone in his voice. bringing the perfect view of you spreading your legs wider on his phone screen, he pressed record. he licked his lips watching you part your folds, your creamy cunt on display for him.
he stroked and fisted his cock watching you tease and rub your clit. "cry about how badly you want me to make you cum," he groaned, taking care to hold his phone steady to capture your little fingers pumping in and out of your pussy. he knew your small fingers were barely long enough to reach your sweet spot.
"i..i can't make myself cum," you whimpered, your clit throbbing as you pinched and rubbed it. your other hand drifts up to pinch your nipples for extra stimulation. "please, help me. i need your help to cum."
scaramouche's cock emptied itself onto your chest and stomach. on the nights he absolutely couldn't have you, this recording was going to serve him well.
tuesday
yesterday had been all about denying you. today however, was different. scaramouche wasn't going to stop until he had you cumming hard on his tongue as it lapped and sucked hungrily on your pussy. multiple times. he needed to taste how good he is tongue fucking you.
"more," you sobbed after cumming on his tongue a second time. or at least you thought it was your second time. scaramouche sucked an orgasm out of you so strong that it made you squirt. he dearly loved the embarrassed flush on your cheeks. "please, please more," you moaned, hiccuping softly.
you were so drunk on his tongue that you were senseless.
"shh, it's okay, kitten. i'll take care of you," he groaned as you desperately grind your pussy on his tongue. "just keep crying for me just like that," he held your cunt against his mouth, his tongue lapping every sensitive crevice. he focused sucks on your clit, holding you still as you squirm and mewl and pleasure.
wednesday
scaramouche threw his head back, unable to swallow his moans. you look so breathtaking bouncing on his cock, your pussy sucking him in as your thighs smacked against his. he folded his hands over your bouncing breasts, tweeking and rolling your nipples between the pads of his fingers. "bounce on my fucking cock like the slut you are. don't you dare look away from me," he commanded, taking one hand off your breast to grope and smack your ass.
you cried out as his cock head bullied relentlessly into your sweet spot, your thighs burning from the effort. "so..big," you whimpered, your back arching as his length stretched you apart so perfectly it took your breath away. "my stepbrother's cock is so big," your pussy clutched tight around his cock from his harsh degradation, your eyes filled with watery adoration.
"fucking keep talking, whore," you mewl from the sting of his hand on your ass again. "beg for your stepbrother to breed you," his cock throbbed realizing how deep he was fucking up into you, thrusting harshly up into you.
"breed me! breed me! i won't waste a drop of your cum, i promise," you plead pathetically, desperately chasing your high. his hands settle on a bruising grip on your hips, compelled to control your pace and bounce you dumb on his cock.
your cries for him to cum inside you never sounded sweeter.
thursday
your mouth was the definition of sinfully erotic, lips wrapped around his cock and sucking wetly. drool pooled from the corners of your mouth, your warm tongue lapping and curling in worship as he fucked his cock into your oh so pliable throat.
you cough, gagging as he pushed his cock into your throat. it felt like fucking heaven spasming and convulsing. "good girl, choking on my dick like a pro," he stroked his fingers lovingly through your hair, holding your mouth down on his cock as you adjusted your breathing.
any praise from your stepbrother, however degrading made your eyes light up. you muffled a moan on his cock, your sucks turning more eager. scaramouche laughed shakily, using your hair to bob your mouth up and down on his cock. "look at you, soaking up my praise like a needy slut," he hissed, his cock roping salty cum into your mouth. you swallow with his cock still in your mouth like a good girl.
friday and saturday
scaramouche fucked you harsh and unforgiving over the next two days. he is feral, not satisfied until his cum was seeping from your hole as fucked into you from behind. it was almost embarrassing how unholy the squelching sounded. "fuck, i am cumming again," he moans before his cock abruptly emptied inside of you. "be a good slut and let me breed you fuller."
pulling out, he flipped you over onto your back, wasting no time in stuffing your pretty, abused cunt full with his cock again. your moans tinged with sobs as he relentlessly drove his cock home into your sweet spot. pleasure has gone past completely consuming you, having fallen so dumb on his cock that all you could do was moan shamelessly.
scaramouche allowed himself to indulge in a rare treat. he'd just gotten off the phone with his mom, being told something has come up and they needed to stay an extra week. he sank his teeth into your flesh, holding you down while he sucked and bit dark, possessive bruises on your skin. bruises that could take their time healing without the stress of an explanation over the next week or so.
his teeth sucking and biting at your skin made you cum harder, his drool rolling down your neck as the dull, delicious ache of bruises blossom. he wasn't going to stop until his precious, delicate little step sister was all marked up.
sunday
the way scaramouche fucked you was leagues different from how he had all week. you'd been such a good girl for him, submitting to every whim and happily letting him enjoy himself. he knew you were sore and tired. his touches are soft, his lips and tongue soothing your inflamed, heavily bruised skin. he took his time, fucking you nice and slow. his kisses deep and open mouthed, stealing your breath from your lungs.
"do you realize how in love with you i am?" he babbled, slowly stretching you apart. he kissed you softly, gently nipping at your lips. he held you as you shook as his kissed deep into your sweet spot. "my good girl, my sweet girl. being so fucking good for me all week."
you rock your hips up to match his rhythm, clinging to him in the way he always enjoys. he gently stopped the motion of your hips. "let me do all the work, pretty. you just relax and enjoy yourself," you worked so hard pleasing him all week. you more than deserve this.
"p-promise you'll cum inside," you whimpered, relaxing underneath him. you could feel how genuinely he is in love with you while he fucked you. he took great care to pump his cock into your sweet spot slow and steady.
"remember what i said about making demands," he teased, playfully kissing your lips. this week has been all about his pleasure first. now it was about yours. you are going to cum at least twice before he filled you. "what do you say we continue this another week?" he caressed your cheek, stroking his thumb tenderly across it. "i still have plans."
of course you nod, turning your cheek into his hand.
AHHHHH I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH YOU LITERALLY MAKE MY DAY <3 Can I have some Stepcest with jealous Scara! That’s all TYSM!
Stepcest, DNI if uncomfortable! Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Blowjob. Sex toy. Degradation. A jealous Scara is a mean Scara😳 Tartaglia mentioned.
Hello dear❤️ You weren't really specific about what you wanted other than jealousy so this what I came up with. Thank you very much🥺
Everyone had that one friend that was always over. For Scaramouche, it was Tartaglia. Normally, you didn't mind just chilling and playing video games with them, however, you'd been feeling really needy all day.
You tried tempting him into sending Tartaglia home early, even. But, Scaramouche knew you were needy. It was oh so cute to purposely make you wait. Your determination, you supposed is what landed you in the position that you were in now.
You flirted with Tartaglia. It was a calculated but harmless comment about how the blue in his eyes put any ocean to shame.
The glare hooded in Scaramouche's eyes as he looked down at you sent a shiver up your spine. "What were you trying to pull earlier?" He growled, smearing precum from the head of his leaking cock head on your lips. "Open up that mouth you were so intent on running earlier, slut."
You wanted to answer him, but it was really hard for you to think when your body was twitching in pleasure due to the ribbed thrusting rabbit ear vibrator pumping in and out of your pussy. The ears skated and rubbed on your throbbing clit, making your thighs tremble.
A blush dusted your cheeks as you nuzzled your cheek on his pelvis, your tongue flicking out to curl around the tip. Grabbing a handful of your hair, he prodded his cock head on your lips. It always set him off whenever you flirted so openly with Tartaglia. And now he was going to fuck his cock into the same mouth you'd used to flirt with that ginger haired imbecile.
You played with your tongue in his precum, slowly licking the slit before scooping the head into your mouth to suck on. His grip tightened in your hair for a moment, and he smoothed his fingers through your hair in a momentary approval.
"At least you know your place," He cooed condescendingly, "On your knees sucking your step brother's cock like the slut you are," You are his, and it seemed you needed to be reminded of that
Your eyes lit up with absolute adoration for him. You absolutely knew your place. You were right where you wanted to be all day: on your knees worshipping his cock in the way he deserves. If he wasn't so angry he would've chuckled at your reaction.
Your hips jerked to grind your clit on the ears of the vibrator, opening your mouth obediently with a muffled moan as he bullied his cock into your mouth. The wet sucking noises your pretty mouth was making sent his cock to pulse on your tongue.
"Flirting with him," He spat the word, bobbing your mouth on his cock, "and sucking me off so well with the same mouth. What a whore," He groaned feeling your throat spasm on his cock as he pushed it into your throat
The vibrator was bullying your sweet spot just as relentlessly, drool pooling onto his cock as you muffled a moan each time it hummed and nudged against it. If it wasn't for the ears of the toy massaging and rubbing your clit, you would've pinched and played with it to further show your need for him.
Husky, angry sounding moans and growls accompanied the lewd sucking sounds of your mouth as you flattened your tongue on the vein of his cock. Groaning, he held your mouth down on his cock.
"So quick to submit to me," Scaramouche hissed, his knees nearly buckling as you ground your mouth around his cock, hollowing your cheeks and vibrating a moan. "Good little slut. Look at me while you cum," He smoothed his knuckles on your scalp, lost in taking out his frustration on your mouth.
The vibrator proved to be too much for you. You let out what he thought sounded like the sweetest moans as he watched you cum on the vibrator, drooling on his cock like the good girl you always are for him.
You quaked in pleasure as the vibrator fucked into you through your orgasm, the ears of the toy making you see stars as it massaged your clit. The sight of you coming undone on the toy pushed Scaramouche over the edge. His thrusts into your mouth turned somewhat careless as he chased his high.
Scaramouche held your mouth down on his cock, cum spurting salty on your tongue as it pulsed. His eyes nearly rolled back into his head as you swallowed with his cock still in your mouth, slowly thrusting into your mouth while you sucked him through his orgasm.
He checked your mouth to make sure you swallowed it all.
Stepcest, DNI if it's uncomfortable you. Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Slut training. Scara receiving. Collar. Degradation. Some soft Scara. Masturbation.
I'm trying to work out some writers block, so I am just free typing on a whim😅 I'm sorry if this terrible😭
Every other month, there were three weeks where your mom's left you both alone for some business or another. Each time they left, he always promised he would take good care of you. You sure would be taking good care of him.
Scaramouche enjoyed these weeks the most, and he sure enjoyed the hell out of you. How could he not when his precious stepsister was always so willing to please? You were so easily trainable.
He got you a new collar each time to wear around the house freely. He dressed you up in skirts and stockings, having you walk around with no panties on in certain skirts. Thigh high stockings were his favorite. That delicious little peek of thigh above the hem of your skirt always drove him insane.
It became routine for you suck him off in the morning in the shower. Your sucks were utterly worshipping on his cock, making him weak in the knees and reducing him to whimpering behind moans, his head resting against the wall with his eyes closed. His fingers gripped your hair a little tighter the closer he came to cumming.
Scaramouche legs shook as you gagged on his cock, holding your head in place while he thrust his cock in and out of your mouth. "Swallow it all, fucking slut," He groaned, his cum spurting into your eager mouth. "Be a good girl and don't waste a drop," His fingers stroked through your hair, a soft whimper keening from him, your throat tightening on his cock as you obediently swallow, looking up at him adoringly, your knees aching from being pressed on the floor of the tub.
His favorite place to fuck you was the master bedroom. It was such a rush for him to defile his darling stepsister, his willing cock sleeve, on his mother's bed.
Some nights he wouldn't put his cock in you at all. Making you look at him while you fingered yourself or used a vibrator, tears welling in your eyes while you whimpered and begged for him to fuck you. That you couldn't make yourself cum with your fingers as you desperately pumped them in and out of your clenching hole was a good way to train you crave his cock.
When he took your fingers or the toy away from you, your puffy cunt twitching and clenching, your clit swollen and sensitive, Scaramouche would spread your legs and rub his cock between your folds, snapping your stockings against your thighs. "Beg for it, whore. Beg for just the tip," He hissed, dragging the head of his leaking cock on your clit, "who knows, I may give it you depending on how sweet you sound." He would hold the head of his cock on your clit as his cum pooled between your folds.
After a long night to fucking his cum into you, Scaramouche liked to sleep in late into the afternoon, with you safely tucked against his chest in his arms. The comforting warmth your body brought him being up against his, the way you sigh softly in your sleep while his fingers lazily and sleepily run through your hair were moments to treasure to him.
You are more than just a fuck toy for him to enjoy. You are his whole world.
He loved it when you rested your head in his lap while he read or when you were watching a movie or a show on TV together.
The way you were putty in his hands when he bounced you on his cock, his hands groping and smacking your ass sent him reeling. Your slick would ooze around his cock, a buldge poking up in your stomach from how deep he was fucking his cock into your drooling cunt. You would absolutely melt into his touches as his hands greedily groped your body and grasped your waist. "Is my slutty sister gonna cum?" His fingers pinched and played your nipple
You could barely manage a nod, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you drooled and moaned about how good your stepbrother's cock was making you feel.
Scaramouche's beautiful fingers hooked through your collar, yanking your body down to capture your lips in a rough, dominant kiss. "Answer me, whore," He hissed, biting your lips.
"I am! I am! I want to cum on my stepbrother's cock so badly!" You whimpered, licking at his mouth submissively. You sound just as sweet as your cunt did clenching around his cock.
(reuploaded because i privated it a while back, part 2 probably won’t be made but if i do ever get back into writing then maybe it will, who knows?)
Summary: You’re Lumine’s friend, and decided to have a sleepover at her place. After you you both went to sleep, you eventually wake up from hunger and go downstairs do something to eat. However you spot her brother, Aether.
Warnings: inappropriate use of ice cream and chocolate, a lot of kissing, getting caught, nsfw, definitely ooc, feminine looking reader, saliva
Pt 2??
a/n: I originally wrote this on 13th July… I was 16 and now I’m 17. I have put this off for so long i left school and I’m in college. Anyway, I’m not a huge of of this anymore, it definitely could have been wrote better. I actually didn’t finish it so let me know if you want it finished and I’ll post a part two.
For quite a while now, you’ve been coming over to hang out with Lumine over at her place and occasionally having sleepovers. Though, everytime you do come over her brother, Aether, kept stealing glances from you. Well that’s what you thought anyway. But you couldn’t be so sure.
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Right now, it’s the middle of the night around 1am and y/n just woken up from his deep slumber. He opens up his eyes slowly, adjusting to the dark room he is currently in. After his eyes had adjusted, y/n had sudden urges of hunger. So with a sigh he sat up and got out of bed or well sleeping bag I suppose then drags himself down the stairs and into their kitchen. He didn’t bother asking Lumine beforehand and he knew she wouldn’t mind, and because he didn’t want to disturb her while she’s sleeping so peacefully.
Once y/n arrived to the kitchen, he coincidentally saw Aether, his friends brother, getting himself a snack too.
“Hm?” Aether turns around after he notices a sudden presence behind him.
“Oh— you must be y/n! What are you doing up so late? Shouldn’t you be asleep?” Aether asks him, though his question was a bit hypocritical.
y/n looks at Aether softly, “oh, I’m just hungry.” he waves his hands in dismissal. Aether raises an eyebrow and tilts his head. “And you couldn’t just…go back to sleep?” Aether asked, a faint, teasing tone in his voice. “It’s pretty late.”
Y/n frowns at his words. “Says you…” he mumbled, half joking.
Aether smirks at his comment, leaning back against the kitchen counter. He held a chocolate bar in his hands, before biting off a piece as he spoke.
“And if I say you should sleep, then?” Aether had inquired, a teasing smile resting on his face.
“Then i should get something to eat anyway? Why should I listen to you?” Y/n had asked sarcastically as he tilts his head to the side, he didn’t mean for his words to sound harsh but he was clearly conflicted about Aether’s behaviour.
He chucked at his response, walking a little closer to y/n. “Well, I’m not saying you should, but you came down here at…one o’ clock in the morning…” Aether replied, his voice quiet. “Does nobody know that you’re up right now?”
“No, they don’t..” he replies, his voice also quiet. Confused at what he was getting at.
He raised an eyebrow again, taking a bite from his chocolate bar once again. “So, what are you doing up? Can’t sleep either?” Aether asked, looking at him with a slight grin.
Didn’t I just mention why I was here? Was he not listening or something?!
Y/n nods slowly in response. “Yes, because I’m hungry like I said.”
Aether nods, his smile growing slightly. “Well, it’s good that I’m not the only one up, that makes two of us.” The blonde haired boy chucked quietly, moving his hands behind him, holding onto the kitchen counter. Except for the one holding the chocolate bar.
“And why don’t you eat something…sweet?” He teased, his voice dripping like honey.
Y/n moves closer to him, tucking some hair behind his ear before leaning forward and taking a bite out of Aether’s chocolate bar. The smile on Aether’s face widened, looking down at him as he had reached to take a bite. Then, Aether chucked raising his eyebrows and letting him without any complaints.
“What do you think?” He asked, gesturing for him to eat more of it. “It tastes nice, though it still had your saliva on it from your previous bite.” Y/n sighs, clearly teasing him.
Aether then let out a hearty laugh, playfully bumping you with his shoulder. “And what am I supposed to do about that?” He asked, looking down at him. However, before y/n could even answer him, Aether spoke once more.
“…You didn’t mind though, did you?” He questioned quietly.
Y/n smirked in response, “I didn’t mind at all. Normally it would have freaked me out, sometimes i do with my own. But…it’s from you so it’s okay.” He winked at him. “I’m still hungry through..” he pouts playfully. Aether smirks at his answer, his cheeks turning red slightly. It didn’t seem like anything really phased him… except when it came to you.
“Aww, poor you…” he said sweetly, smiling. He moved a bit closer to you, his lips slightly tilted upwards. “… what would you like.. to eat?” Aether asked, leaning in a bit closer. He tilted his head slightly, his eyebrows tilting upwards. Y/n takes a glance at him, before teasing him.
“You.” He mutters under his breath.
Aethers cheeks reddened even more at his flirty comment. His eyes eyes widened slightly, though his playful smile remained. He tilted his head and stepped forward again, moving closer to him.
“Hm? Sorry… could you repeat that please?” He asked, giggling quietly. His voice almost whispering.
“I want you…to eat.” He repeats a little louder. Aethers cheeks grew hotter, and his eyebrows furrowed as his eyes widened even more. His eyes seemed to have trouble processing what he just said.
“I…” he looked down at him, a slightly embarrassed expression on his face. “…what?… ?” He murmured, stepping closer. Despite asking for y/n to repeat his words, he was still embarrassed and conflicted.
“Do you want that too?”
Aether stayed silent for a few seconds, biting his lips slowly. His eyes were glued on his lips. “…I—” his voice was quiet, but soft. For a few moments he just stayed quiet, breathing silently before answering. “…Yes.”
Y/n smirks and leans closer to him, before kissing him. The blond haired boy was so close to him now, his breathing becoming heavier…his heart beating fast. His lips parted slightly as he had leaned in and kissed him. Aether didn’t hesitate to lean in to the kiss. He wrapped his arms around his back, pulling him in tightly as he kissed back.
Y/n is the first to pull away from the kiss, and Aether’s face turned red, biting his lip as y/n pulled away, still smiling at him. Y/n begins to take a bite out of Aether’s chocolate bar. Sharing it with him. Aether took a bite after he did, and just…stared down at him.
“Mm, tastes the same with two mouths on it…” he murmured quietly, looking down at him with a smirk.
Whatever that meant
Y/n swallows his piece and goes back for another bite, this time putting his hand on the back of Aethers head and bringing him down so he could take a bite at the same time he did. Part of their lips touching as they did so.
Aether’s body started to tremble— the sensation of their lips pressed against his as they shared the chocolate bar was definitely a pleasant thing. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, his cheeks bright pink. Then he opened his eyes after a few seconds and took a small bite, glancing up him once he swallowed.
“…It tastes better when we share it.” He murmured softly, staring straight into his eyes. “Doesn’t it? Shall we do this more often?” He smirks. “Only if you’re single~” he winks and stares at him, though wether if he was or not, it was too late asking that question.
Aether raised an eyebrow when he winked, his cheeks turning bright red. He took a minute to process his words, which led to him nodding silently. “Yes…I’d like that. And yes I am a single.” He replied quietly, glancing at him with a smile.
“..Do you want to…eat anything else?” He questioned, giggling quietly. His voice was soft yet playful. “What else is there?~” he asks as he puts his hands behind his back, holding his hands together tightly. Aether paused for a few seconds, looking at the contents of the kitchen. For a while, he seemed to stay quiet, his eyes glancing at y/n every few seconds. "...How does ice-cream sound?" Aether finally asked, glancing at him. "...Or cake— I think I saw some in the fridge." he murmured silently, biting his lips.
“Hm, tough choice~ What do you want?” Aether stayed silent for a second, thinking about his question. His eyes were glued on him, studying him—he took a minute to answer. "Hm..I…could go for some ice-cream. How about we…eat some together?" he suggested quietly, smiling at you. It seemed that everything he did, he was always worried about what he thought.
Y/n nods in agreement, “that’s why I asked you~” he giggled. “I’ll have some too, depending on the flavour.” "...Vanilla?" Aether query’s, his voice quieter then usual. He tilted his head slightly to the side before taking a few steps towards the fridge. His eyes were still on him as he opened the door. “You can look for a flavor you like, I don’t mind." he said, glancing at y/n with a little smile.
“I like vanilla!” Y/n replied, his voice chirping. "Great." Aether said simply, taking out a tub of vanilla ice-cream. For a second he glanced over to y/n before he walked over to the couch, motioning for him to sit down. "Here." he murmured, handing him the tub of ice cream after he sat down on the couch. It was as if he didn't know what else to say...or he just wanted—y/n near him. “Is okay if we eat here? What if somebody wakes up and sees us awake and sharing ice-cream?~” y/n questioned simply, as he sits next to him closely. "Don't worry about it..." Aether murmured, smiling softly at him. His arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him in slightly closer. His eyes stayed focused on y/n as he took a bite out of the ice cream. For a few minutes, he stayed quiet, enjoying y/n’s company as well as the ice-cream.
“Would Lumine be happy seeing us like this? Since you’re her brother and all?” y/n chuckles slightly, before Aether could answer he asked another question. “By the way…are you into guys?” It was rather late to ask this question now, but he risked it anyway. Aether's cheeks turned red as he had asked that question. He looked down at him, a tiny grin on his face. “Lumine probably wouldn't mind too much...but don't worry. She doesn't need to know what we're doing right now." he murmured, leaning in to whisper that sentence into his ear.
"And..." he began, his voice dropping to almost a whisper. "...yes. I am into guys. Why do you ask?" Seemingly confused. “Good. Because I’m actually a guy so..I’m glad you’re into guys.”
He stayed silent for a few seconds, biting his lips again. Aether didn't seem to mind this fact at all—though he was slightly taken aback for a second. "A guy?" he asked, sounding a little shocked. "...But you're so...you're really beautiful.." Aether replied, his voice quiet. It seemed he was a lot prettier than he thought...or maybe it was just because of Aether's eyes. It didn't make him like him any less, if anything, he felt even more attracted to y/n.
Y/n scoffs, but not in an annoyed scoff. More of a scoff that doesn’t believe him. A joking scoff ?? “Am I really that pretty?” He chuckled a little at his response. "...Of course you are. Don't doubt it for a second, y/n..." His gaze shifted slightly, and he looked away for a second. He bit his lips slightly, before glancing at him once again. "...Are you only attracted to guys?" he murmured quietly, his voice dropping as he whispered that question. He wanted to know more about him...especially after the both of them shared such an intimate moment together beforehand.
Y/n nodded “yeah, I’m only into guys.” He chuckles a bit then scoops some ice cream up using a spoon and put it into his mouth before kissing aether while it’s still in there.
Aether's eyes widened as he kissed him. He stayed silent for a few seconds, biting his lips again. He didn't try to pull away right away, as his kisses felt...like heaven. "...I see." he murmured quietly afterwards, his eyes staying glued on you as he licked his lips. "Did you just try to...french kiss me...with ice cream in your mouth?" Aether's voice was soft as he spoke. When aether mentioned that, y/n decided to tease him. “Yeah, I wanted to.” He chuckled.
Y/n then scoops up more ice cream, Aether glancing at him. He eats the ice cream before kissing Aether once more, his eyes widen slightly as he kissed him. He didn’t bother pulling away, instead letting him do as he pleased.
“Mmm..” he murmured silently, a faint blush on his face as he looked down at y/n. “That’s…not what I expected,” he said quietly, biting his lip. “You surprise me with every response you give.” Aether seemed to love the mysteriousness of him though. He liked it when he kept him on his toes like this.
“Did the ice cream taste nice after I put it in my mouth?” Y/n asks, teasing him. He then moves the ice-cream off of Aether’s lap and sits on him. Putting the ice cream beside them. Aether looked up when he mentioned the taste. He seemed a bit flustered, biting his lips silently as he teased him. "...It tasted sweet... and nice." he replied slowly, sounding almost like a whisper. He glanced away from him, slightly embarrassed. He looked back at him when he sat on his lap, his cheeks now a brighter pink. "...What are you doing there, y/n?" he asked softly, glancing down at him. “Just wanted to me closer to you~” He scoops up ice cream again, feeding Aether and kissing him before he swallows it.
Aether stayed silent for a second, looking down at him and watching him spoon feed him ice cream once again. He tried to hold back his smile but failed, and as his lips touched his again he chuckled a bit. "So...I'm the one getting fed ice cream now?" he asked quietly. Y/n’s actions got him somewhat red. "Hm...I'm not gonna deny your kindness, y/n. I'll let you feed me for as long as you'd like..." he murmured softly, teasingly, as he kissed him back.
After a few minutes of feeding each other the cold ice cream they hear a bedroom door open. Luckily whoever it was went into the bathroom. Aether stayed silent when he heard the door open, looking up from y/n’s hands. For a few minutes he just watched the door...which was definitely a bit awkward. Luckily the person who opened the door didn't see the two in the living room. Aether sighed quietly after a while, his chest rising and falling. "...that was close." he muttered quietly. "...Let's just...finish this ice cream." he mumbled, glancing down at the tub of ice cream.
Y/n nods in agreement and they continue eating ice cream, occasionally kissing. A few moments later the bathroom door opens and they both hear footsteps coming down the stairs. It was Lumine looking for y/n, as she noticed he wasn’t there anymore. Aether glanced at him, whispering quickly. "...Lumine...she's coming." He said, glancing over to the door and watching it.
As the footsteps approached the kitchen, Aether stayed silent. His eyes focused on the door. He was afraid that she might see them two together and Aether didn't know how she would feel finding him with her best friend's brother. (Is that right?? Idk) Lumine then quietly calls out to y/n, since she didn’t see him in her bedroom. She then walks in the leaving room and sees them together. Lumine sees y/n on her brothers lap, eating ice-cream.
Aether looked at Lumine, his eyes widening ever so slightly when he saw her. He stayed completely quiet as he glanced over to Lumine, unsure of how she felt seeing the two of them together. His eyes darted back and forth for a while, but he was too scared to speak right away.
"...What are you doing up, Lumine?" he asked quietly.
“I went to the bathroom, but I didn’t see y/n anywhere. So I thought maybe he was in the kitchen, but…i see you two were …busy.” Lumine replies to her brothers question, honestly.
“What are you two even doing up this late…and doing THAT at this time?!” she asks so conflicted, though she wasn’t upset that they were together it seemed.
Aether glanced at y/n when Lumine mentions seeing the two of them being "busy". He was quiet, his cheeks still a bright pink as he spoke. "...Yeah...we were...busy." He mumbled quietly, staring at the ground while he shifted slightly in his seat. "...I was...feeding y/n ice cream..."
Lumine's question made him slightly nervous. Why would they be doing that at this late at night? Why were they together? It might be best for Aether not to answer her question now...especially when his lips were covered in melting ice cream.
“Okay, well if you’re going to go any further, go do it in your room if you know what I mean. I’ll listen to music as I sleep so I don’t hear you. You’re lucky we don’t live with our parents.” Lumine jokes to Aether, teasing them.
It was clear as day what Lumine meant by her words. Aether cleared his throat. "Yes. Okay, alright." he murmured quietly, glancing away from her. His blush was still present as he nodded. "...We, um...okay. We'll head to my room then." he said quietly. His voice was low.
Lumine nods and goes back into her room, while y/n was originally having a sleepover with her, he guessed plans changed. He gets up from Aethers lap.
“What do we do with the ice cream?” Y/n asks as he stares at the ice cream around Aether’s mouth.
Aether watched Lumine as she left the room, taking a deep breath as she shut the door. It seemed like the two of them were good to go. Lumine had the right idea though, they were lucky they didn't live with their parents. If their mother found out what Aether was doing at this hour...she would be screaming.
Aether stayed quiet for a few seconds, his cheeks flushed. "Ah...you can lick it off..." he mumbled quietly, glancing at him. Aether seemed pretty flustered by this exchange.
Y/n blushes and looks away for a brief moment. “i meant the rest of the ice cream in the tub..” he responds before whispering “I was thinking of doing that anyway though..”
"Oh...um..."
Aether glanced over at the tub of ice cream, biting his lips as he looked back at you."...I...um...I can eat the rest of it, Eden. You don't have to worry about it..." he murmured quietly, avoiding eye contact with you.
"But you can lick my face, if you want..." *he whispered, trying to maintain a small chuckle.*
notes: scummy!scara gets caught touching himself in class! naughty boy ♡
𐐪 warning: fem!reader, masturbation, obsession.
He watched you from across the classroom, the tent quickly growing in his pants as he took in your appearance. You chewed your pen slightly in concentration, looking over your notebook with a furrowed brow.
He wanted nothing more than to bend you over your desk, his hands roaming the curves of your body, his teeth leaving marks on your delicate skin. Scaramouche felt his cock grow harder at the thought. He wanted you so badly. He wished to push up your skirt and fuck you until you were begging for his cum.
The shrines in his bedroom were a testament to his obsession, pictures and magazine cutouts littering his walls. Your eyes, your smile, your legs, he wanted to be engulfed by every single part of you. He couldn't stop himself, his hand wandered over his clothed erection and he began palming himself. He bit back a groan, his eyes never leaving your figure.
His mind raced, imagining the many different scenarios of what he wanted to do to you. He imagined fucking your cunt until you were crying, cumming over and over again on his cock. He imagined eating you out until your thighs quivered and his face was coated in your juices. He imagined having you ride him, watching as you bounced up and down his length.
"F-Fuck.." Scaramouche moaned quietly as he squeezed his erection tighter. His eyes rolled back, and he gripped the edge of his desk with his free hand, trying to steady himself. His movements grew rougher, more erratic. He knew he wouldn't last long.
He bit his lip, his breathing becoming more shallow. He could feel his orgasm building up, and his mind went blank, the only thing that existed was you. "(Y/N)! o-oh fuck, (Y/N)~!! " Scaramouche moaned. Cum spurted out from his cock, coating the inside of his boxers. He let out a few shallow breaths before coming down from his high.
Everyone turned their attention to him, their eyes widened in shock. The teacher's face was one of horror but.. you blushed , a light dusting of pink spreading across your cheeks. He smiled smugly, his eyes locked on yours, his voice teasing.
"Like what you see, baby?"
He knew he was fucked, but he didn't care. He had you now, and nothing was going to stop him from taking what he wanted.
He was going to make you his, even if it meant destroying everything that stood in his way.
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