somnophilia, DNI if it makes you uncomfortable. stoner!scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. somnophilia. thigh fucking. sleepy, horny, and in love scara. brief mention of marijuana.
anyways, i am high and a little drunk, so here is some somnophilia. i am also a little sad. i ordered a phone case with aventurine on it and some asshole stole it off my porch when it was delivered.
the first thing scaramouche feels when he wakes up is warmth. not just any warmth. soft, naked warmth. involuntarily, he moves his fingers, feeling the soft skin of your stomach on the pads of his fingers.
his eyes snap open, and he freezes. you are fast asleep, and very naked next to him. you didn't wake up in the middle of the night, and leave. you are still right here next to him.
scaramouche realizes that got the shy, sweet school nerd to go to bed with him last night. you, the one girl on campus he is hopelessly in love with.
you saw him for what he really is last night. a stoner, hopeless loser who is too afraid to even talk to the girl he is in love with. he is amazed that he is even waking up next to you in his arms. he is sure he didn't move or let go of you all night.
he is afraid to even move at first. if he did, he would realize this was a cruel dream, and you would suddenly fade away.
he whisked you away from a boring campus party last night. he took you back to his dorm, smoked pot with you, and watched shitty reality tv. you made fun of the obvious assholes with him, and theorized who was going to cheat on who, or fight with next.
he suddenly blushes thinking about how adorable your giggle sounds when you are high. you are normally so quiet, but it seemed like you relaxed around him, and were more vocal.
did he bring that side out of you, he wonders? he really hopes so. he wonders if it's selfish of him to hope that he is the only one who has seen that side of you.
his blankets were askew around you, revealing his bruising bite marks. he inhales shakily, taking in the tapestry of blossoming purple. it was like he splashed art on your already beautiful, once unmarked skin.
they weren't just on your neck. they are on your shoulders, your collarbones, your chest. he sure found out just how vocal you could be. once he worked up the nerve to kiss you, he couldn't stop. not even while he was hastily working you out of your clothes.
admiring his work makes his cock twitch, and harden. you sounded so fucking sweet moaning like a slut for him while he licked, and enjoyed your pussy. whimpering about you didn't care if it is his tongue, or his cock, you just want him inside you somehow.
sounded so fucking adorable begging him to use you as he pleases. hearing you scream his name while you were cumming, clawing at his back was the best fucking sound he'd ever heard.
if someone told him yesterday that he would be fucking, and cumming inside the girl he loves later that night, he would've called them an idiot.
he hisses quietly at how hard he is. he can't help himself. he needs you. now. but, he couldn't bear to wake you up.
he gingerly puts his hard cock between your plush thighs. "i'm sorry," he murmurs as he gently thrusts "need you..so badly..now," his cock pulses hard between your thighs.
he swallows his moans, bringing one of his hands up to fold greedily around your breast. "so soft, so warm," he exhales shakily, gently pinching your nipple. he strokes it hard between the pads of his fingers, wishing he could roll you over and suck on them while he fucks your thighs.
"i won't be long. promise," he whispers, squeezing his eyes shut. he knew he wasn't going to last long. your thighs felt way too fucking heavenly enveloping his cock. you smell way too good. your skin looks way too beautiful covered painted with his bite marks of raw passion.
you feel way too perfect against him.
scaramouche curses softly as one whimper escapes him. "fuck, just a little more," he swallows another moan as his cock pulses hard, "my good, sweet girl," he bites his lip hard as cum spurts between your thighs.
he continues thrusts for a few moments, lost in the soft warmth of your thighs, his cum wet against his cock. his hips come to a stop, and he pants quietly, holding you against him.
he is reluctant to move, and take his cock from between your thighs. he has to get cleaned up, though. sighing in discontent, he gets up and heads to the bathroom to grab a towel.
he cleans your thighs before his cock, kissing you on the head before going to pack a bowl to smoke with you when you wake up. then he is going to take you out to a late breakfast, and somehow convince you to spend the weekend in his dorm with him. preferably naked.
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