Rating: E
Pairing: Scar/third-person male reader-insert
Words: 1,691
[Read it on AO3]
Summary: Scar is desperate for some action while stuck in the hospital, and he tricks a nurse into fingering him under the guise of "helping him pass a stool" but this nurse isn't as naive as he thinks...
Note: No actual scat is present in this fic whatsoever, and any mentions of it are brief and vague. Also, the name of the nurse has no significance and was entirely chosen at random.
Tags: anal fingering, scar being a pervert, dubious consent, rough sex, medical things are involved but it's not necessarily a medical kink fic.
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It’s been a whole week since Scar’s been able to properly fuck himself. There’s not a lot of privacy in hospitals, and it’s kind of hard to sneak a dildo in past medical staff. That, combined with his limited mobility while recovering, has left him desperate for any kind of stimulation back there.
Lucky for Scar, he’s a charmer- he’s got a silver tongue, and he can talk anyone into just about anything. No one is immune to Good Times, and he fully plans to take advantage of this.
He waits until it’s close to a shift change and calls in a nurse to help him use the bedpan. He asks her to thoroughly clean him up back there, and he has to bite back a moan when she dips the wet rag just slightly inside his tight, needy hole.
When she’s done, Scar can’t help but wink and make in an inappropriate comment about how, “That’s the first time a gorgeous woman’s touched me there in years.”
The nurse blushes, chuckling awkwardly before hastily cleaning everything else up and exiting the room, with her patient’s eyes fixed on her ass as she goes.
He gives it about 15 minutes before calling for assistance again. His nurse happens to be male this time, a handsome young thing,, large and buff with muscles straining against his scrubs… good fingers, too. Scar grins at the "student" card on his lanyard- those were always so much easier to pressure into things like this...
The nurse greets him with a smile, “Hello, sir! My name is Marcus, I’m gonna be your nurse for the next couple hours. I just need to take your vitals real quick.” He goes to grab the blood pressure cuff, but Scar reaches out and weakly brushes his hand against his toned arm.
“A-Actually, um,,” he wears a bashful expression, faking a wince as his other hand comes to rest over his lower stomach, “I haven’t been able to have a bowel movement all day.. it’s um,” he clears his throat, looking off, “stuck… could you help me?” he flashes the man a pair of pitiful eyes.
“Of course!” Marcus answers cheerfully, “I’ll go get you some Miralax and-”
“No, that dehydrates me too much-” Scar interrupts, “I need,, ugh, this is so embarrassing to ask…” he hides his face in his hands, “Could you like,, break it down? And help. I dunno… coax it out?”
The student tenses up, fighting back a grimace before nodding, “Of course, if that’s what you need, sir,” and he moves to retrieve a small bottle of lubricant from the medicine cart.
Scar can feel his hole flutter with excitement as he nods, keeping up the bashful act, “Thank you, I know it’s not exactly,, a fun task…”
Marcus waves him off before guiding him down to the edge of the bed, “Hey, it’s the line of work I signed up for,” he smiles, “It ain’t always pretty.”
Scar smiles appreciatively, shivering when his nurse pulls up his gown until just his anus is exposed, and slips a towel underneath his butt. His legs chill in the cold air- hanging off the hospital bed as they’re gently spread further to give his nurse better access.
Marcus coats his gloved fingers with the lube, “This may be a cold at first,” he warns, before gently brushing against his rim.
Scar’s breath hitches, body instinctively tensing up as warmth begins to pool in his core.
"Try to take deep breaths to relax if you can, sir, I know it feels weird.”
And relax he does- he lets out a short, involuntary moan as just the tip of Marcus’ finger slips inside.
He pauses at his first knuckle, “Is that ok, sir?”
Scar nods absentmindedly, nerves alight with the first sparks of arousal as he whispers, “More...”
The man swallows a noise, and Scar can feel the curl of the other fingers against his ass as Marcus pushes in as deep as he can, wriggling his digit around to search for any obstructions.
When he finds none, his brow furrows, “I’m not feeling anything, is it possible you could be having gas?"
Scar shakes his head fervently, "No, 's in there...” he whimpers, “hurts so much,,” faking a sob for good measure.
Marcus gives a sympathetic frown and nods, rolling his finger in shallow circles, carefully prodding and curling, trying to locate the source of his pain.. but it’s not enough.
Scar licks his lips, "M-maybe.. if you stretch me open, it'll pass easier?" he whines- silently praying his impatience isn’t giving him away.
His nurse hesitates for a moment before nodding, “Of course.”
Scar muffles a moan into a whimper as he’s stretched wider, eyes rolling back as the pair of digits pump in and out agonizingly slowly. And when they brush against his prostate, a noise is punched from his chest as his cock twitches under his gown, “Ngh- there!” he fights not to cry out too desperately.
"I think that's just your prostate, sir," Marcus chuckles awkwardly, pointedly avoiding the spot and sinking deeper before gently beginning to scissor his patient open.
Scar groans softly, eyes fluttering shut as a pair of strong fingers press against his inner walls in a way that feels downright addicting- god he’s missed this… he could lay here like this all day.
Marcus is going far too gentle for his liking,, but he can’t exactly beg him to go harder or he’ll catch on to his scheme.
But… maybe if he slips a hand under his gown,, maybe if he’s really subtle about it.. he could at least rub his tip to get just a tiny bit of stimulation... though he's definitely stretching the limits of what he can get away with.
Scar swallows, and his fingers begin their journey, shifting his gown up slightly as he slowly, carefully inches closer and closer to his cock.
He could make up some excuse, surely. Claim he’s “just trying to help relax my body.” Yeah, that’ll do it. Marcus is naïve enough to-
A strong hand grabs his arm and pins his wrist to the bed.
Scar’s eyes fly open on a gasp, and he shrinks inside himself as he’s met with a scathing glare.
Marcus’ demeanor has shifted entirely- his brows are furrowed, a grimace to his face as he glances at the ports on Scar's abdomen. He speaks plainly, "Tube-fed individuals don't have solid bowel movements."
His face goes pale as fear grips his heart. Is he about to get assaulted? Or worse- reported??
Scar can feel blood pumping in his ears as his nurse stares him down… but then he’s smirking,, leaning closer and speaking with a low tone, "Now, if I didn't know any better-" he thrusts his fingers harshly, startling a cry from Scar’s throat, "I would think you just wanna get fucked."
His whole body shudders, cock jumping against his stomach as he squeaks out a desperate, “Please!”
Marcus chuckles, pulling his fingers out entirely, "You know," he raises an eyebrow, "I could report you for sexual harassment."
"B-but you won't,, right?" Scar nervously laughs.
His nurse glares at him for a few, agonizing moments... before the smirk returns to his face, "Nah."
Scar lets out a sigh of relief, head falling back against the pillow. There’s a moment of quiet- before an all-too familiar sound... A broken moan erupts from his throat as he watches Marcus rapidly pumping himself to full hardness.
His gaze is lidded and intense as he murmurs, “...cause you could just as easily report me for fucking you.”
An almost nauseating wave of arousal hits Scar like a tidal wave, and he feels like he might pass out when strong hands grip his waist and a deliciously thick cock bullies it’s way inside his tight hole.
A sob is punched from his chest when Marcus nearly bottoms out in one thrust, and a low groan rumbles from his nurse as he snaps his hips forward, setting a quick, harsh pace.
The steady plap of skin against skin fills the otherwise sterile and quiet hospital room, but Scar’s mind is far from quiet. His head is spinning, and he feels like he’s on fire as jolts of pleasure spark through his every nerve as Marcus nails his prostate with every thrust.
He’s a babbling mess, letting out a constant string of cries and wails as his every sense is overwhelmed with sheer pleasure at an intensity he’s never felt anything close to before.
He uses whatever muscle strength he has to weakly clench around the massive cock splitting him in half, and Marcus seems to reward him by impossibly speeding up- holding Scar firm against the mattress as he chases his release.
He doesn’t care how light his head feels,, he doesn’t care how hard it is to breathe or how much he’s gonna hurt tomorrow. He’s dreamed of getting fucked like this as long as he can remember. And at age 37- he’s finally, fucking finally getting railed.
Scar can barely register the way Marcus' noises grow louder, or the way his hips stutter,, but he definitely feels the gush of warmth that floods his insides and leaks out of his hole.
He’s not even sure when he came during all of that- but at some point he realizes his body is trembling, his fingers have curled in the bed sheets, and there’s a warm, sticky substance pooling on his stomach.
Scar doesn’t remember much beyond that- there’s a wet rag running over his privates, a steady set of hands moving him further up on the mattress, and the pressure of a blood pressure cuff around his arm as the flow of his oxygen is increased.
He blinks his eyes open just as Marcus finishes his vitals, and the nurse gives a polite smile and wave before turning to exit his room.
As Scar comes back to reality, he wonders if it was all just a fantasy… but when he shifts in bed, he winces at how sore his ass cheeks are,, and a smile slowly creeps onto his face.
I imagine Tango's having lots of fun, whispering how nice Scott’s dick is as he rubs his thumb over his clit until Scott whites out and is whimpering his name.
