i love your work so much! i always light up when i get the notification that you’ve posted 😸
this might be a bit specific so it’s ok to ignore this if you like (also idk if you still write about scara LOL). can i req… going on a date with scara that starts out fluffy, but the activity is something that he was reluctant to do in the first place, so to retaliate he slowly teases s/o… light touches, dirty words, kisses that last too long, things like that that slowly escalate… and then in the end s/o is pretty frustrated and doesn’t care about the date anymore, and just wants to go home and get railed
scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. fluffy beginning. creampie. doggy. hair pulling.
my torch for scara will never die. this blog will always be, first and foremost about him. trust me on that❤️
festivals with games, and whatever really aren't scaramouche's thing. festivals are nonsensical. but, you sure wanted to go. looking at him with a cute expression that quite frankly makes him weak, saying that you wanted a new stuffed animal for your collection.
as if that wasn't enough, you just had to say, "but it would be even better if you won me the stuffed animal, scara."
that's how his weakness for you led to him walking hand in hand with you through the festival. he just simply can't say no to you, no matter how much going to festivals annoys him. at least he gets to make you smile. and he can secretly eye the pleats of your short little skirt bouncing temptingly against your thighs while you walk.
"oh my gosh, look at how cute that kitty plushie looks," you exclaim, pointing your finger at the purple cat with a very grumpy expression, "can we go play that one, please," you gently tug on his hand.
scaramouche grits his teeth, out of complete frustration over how cute you just sounded. "fine, if you insist. this is probably the most childish game here," he sighs as you lead him to a booth with a game that involves throwing balls to knock over bottles.
"but he is so cute, scara," you giggle, squeezing his hand. his cheeks flush at the sound. "he reminds me of you," you smile softly at him before waving in greeting at the booth manager, "hi, sir, i would like to play. i just have to have the purple cat."
"good evening, miss. step up and try," the booth manager greets you in a tone that scaramouche just doesn't like, he sounded way too friendly. "knock six bottles over to win the cat. will you both be playing?"
"yes," you reply seconds after scaramouche, "he is just so cute, scara, please," you flash him that cute expression that makes him weak as the booth manager gets the throwing balls out.
he scoffs, and rolls his eyes. "fine, but you go first," he grumbles, his cheeks flushing when he sees your eyes light up. you are just being way too cute right now, and it frustrates him even more. he was always going indulge you, and win you the cat while still making it known festivals aren't his thing.
honestly, it was actually pretty funny to him watching you go first. to say that you are bad at aiming was an understatement. you missed in ways he couldn't possibly fathom. "stop, this is painful to watch," he cuts in right as you are about to throw your last ball. his ego wasn't going to let him not win you the cat himself.
he used your last ball, and four of his, hitting everything perfect on the mark. once the cat was delivered to your hands, he decided enough was enough. he has his ways of distracting you from this..this nonsense.
his fingers brush teasingly against skin, making you shiver as he cups your jaw. he wastes no time stealing the breath from your lungs with a kiss. putting his hand teasingly on the small of your back, he feels you melt into the kiss, pushing his tongue between your parting lips.
his tongue glides along yours, making you moan softly into his mouth. the stuffed cat drops from your arms as you loop them around his neck. he lingers in the kiss, nipping at your lower lip before pulling away. he flashes you a teasing smirk seeing the haze lightly clouding your eyes. "you look like you want admit that you are wet for me," he teases, chuckling softly as his tongue flicks across your lower lip.
you shiver again as his hand slips up the back of your shirt, stroking featherlight against your skin. you resist the urge to squeeze your thighs together, feeling your cheeks heat from his teasing. "will you kiss me like that again?" you breathe as goosebumps dot your skin.
heat flares in your core as he claims your lips again, immediately demanding entrance into your mouth with his tongue. you tremble as he skims the tip of his tongue over the sensitive roof of your mouth.
"you know, kitten," scaramouche murmurs against your lips, "you have been tempting me all day in his skirt," he nips at your lips again, sliding his hand down to squeeze your ass, "it's like you want me to bend you over right here and now."
you squeak shyly, putting your lips on his again. scaramouche's touches always make you weak. you just couldn't help but want to surrender to them. your growing lust for him is conveyed by your next moan into his mouth. you reluctantly pull away when you need air. "just take me home, scaramouche. please," you press your body against his to further convey your urgency.
scaramouche groans behind you as he sinks his cock into your tight heat. "i knew you were fucking wet for me at the festival," he bottoms out with a snap of his hips, tearing a lewd cry of pleasure from you, "so fucking tight," he hisses as his cock pulses between your spasming walls.
your hands clutch at his sheets as his cock nudges so deep into your sweet spot. so deep it makes your head spin. your pussy is dripping on his cock as the delicious stretch of your cunt sears through you. "sc-scara..you are so--" he cuts you off with another snap of his hips, "so deep," the rest of your words come out in a pathetic moan.
scaramouche smirks, enjoying the jiggle of your ass as he thrusts. "just take it," he hisses, pushing down on your back to make you arch into him, "take every inch like a good fucking girl. a good girl takes what she is given."
each thrust draws a lewder moan from you, his pace seems driven with the intent on rearranging your insides. "yes, yes, i'll take it," you whimper, arching back into his cock, "i wanna be a good girl! i wanna be..!" you sob softly in pleasure, resisting the urge to hide your face to muffle your moans, they are just so loud, "i wanna be a good girl for you!"
scaramouche chuckles, trying to swallow a moan. he brings his hand across your ass again, "listen to how pathetic you sound, whimpering and cock drunk," you mewl from the sting of his hand as tears prickle in your eyes.
his cock squelches wet in your cunt as he angles his hips. stars burst behind your eyes, feeling senseless as his cockhead brutalizes your sweet spot. he licks his lips, captivated by the white ring forming milky on his cock. "this pussy is made for my cock alone," he salivates over how perfectly stretched you are around him.
a particularly lewd sob of pleasure tears from your throat, and you hide your face in his pillows. "i..i'm going to cum," you muffle as drool pools onto his pillow. the pleasure snaps so unbearably tight in your core.
scaramouche grits his teeth in annoyance. you dare to hide your moans from him! he wasn't going to have that. "huh?" he mocks, gathering a handful of your hair in his hand, "i can't hear you," keeping hold of your hair, he lifts your head out of his pillows, "and how dare you hide your moans from me," he follows his words up with a harsh thrust.
your walls clutch his cock like a glove, making him groans behind you. you whine at the sting in your scalp. "i'm sorry! i said i am going to cum, okay?!" you cry out, pushing back into his cock again, "i can't help it! it feels so good!"
scaramouche chuckles darkly behind you, rewarding you by pressing his fingers on your throbbing clit. "now that's what i like to hear. keep crying for me just like that." your body jolts as he massages the pads of his fingers. you tremble, barely able to hold yourself up anymore.
your poor little body can't keep up with his punishing pace. scaramouche pinches and rolls your clit, making your body shatter with a well placed thrust. sobs of pleasure bleed into your moans as your orgasm washes over you. you are too boneless to even form a coherent word.
"hmm, i see i fucked you dumb," scaramouche moans, gripping your hips as your pussy gushes messy on his cock. he smirks, laughing shakily as his cock empties cum inside you. "i'll take this time to remind you that festivals aren't my thing," his thrusts don't stop, even as his cums seeps with yours from your hole, "next time, let's just stay home, and have me fill you instead."
your stuffed cat is forgotten on the floor.
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