#scarammouche

[hitomisuzuya]

sheltered reader with strict parent that starts failing some subjects gets tutored by her stepbrother(scara) who only wants to corrupt her

stepcest, DNI if it makes you uncomfortable, please. scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. corruption kink. fingering. squirting. degradation. dark content.

a lot isn't just expected of you, it is demanded. your mother believes in a very strict, and sheltered lifestyle. good grades don't need outside influences.

suddenly, one day you decided you just didn't want to do it anymore. you stared blankly down at the test, your brain frozen and unwilling to think. you mark down a few answers to at least get some credit, but ultimately failed the test.

one test turns into two. into just not doing homework anymore. into failing multiple tests. leading up to being tutored by your stepbrother, who's grades were perfect despite his disposition. the only boy you were ever really allowed to be around by obvious default.

your mother is furious. and your hopeless, utterly huge crush on scaramouche certainly didn't help you out at all.

your books, and homework lay forgotten on the corner of his bed. the thrill pulsing in scaramouche's dick is unlike anything he has ever felt before. he smirks down at you, drinking in the sight of you. the skirt you undoubtedly picked to wear just because he is tutoring you today hiked up, your legs spread and your pussy soaking.

he hooks his index finger a little deeper inside of you, barely teasing it against your sweet spot. your hips twitch up to rock into his finger, moaning as you try to nudge it deeper inside you. "look at you, getting off on only one of your stepbrother's fingers," pulling his finger out, he swipes it up to your throbbing clit, "you sounded so cute talking about actually wanting to get your grades up, though."

his taunt makes your clit throb more. "i..i want to, but.." your words break into a moan as he pushes his finger back inside of you. blushing, you realize it's true. your grades are the farthest thing from your mind right now. being stretched apart by even just one of your stepbrother's beautiful fingers felt way too good.

"hmm?" scaramouche purrs, nudging his finger only a little more firmly into your sweet spot before bringing it up to your clit. it was so easy to corrupt you. you really did want to study that day, but you so easily forgot all about that the moment you let him dip his fingers into your panties to play with your pussy.

you whimper as your clit throbs underneath his thumb. "but i--" you are cut off into a moan again, your thighs trembling as he pinches your clit. "oh please, put two fingers inside me," you needily grind your clit on the pads of his fingers, reaching down to grasp his wrist.

scaramouche chuckles as he flicks your clit. "can't even finish your sentences, all you can think is my fingers fucking into you," you cry out as he plunges two fingers inside. you squeeze his wrist as your pussy stretches more.

his pumps are fluid, and smooth, tearing moans and whines from you that you didn't even think you were capable of making. stars burst behind your eyes, his fingers stroking and flicking your sweet spot relentlessly. all the pressure and stress is ebbing away from you as your walls squeeze around his fingers.

his cock only aches more seeing the adoration well in your eyes for him. "that's a good girl, let your big brother take care of you," he is willing to bet that his fingers have been the first and only fingers fucking into you.

your moans rise in octave, his fingers dragging along your sensitive walls as he scissors them apart. "deeper, please. use three fingers, i can take it," you plead, writhing as your orgasm curls tighter.

scaramouche can't help but groan at your words, palming his cock in his jeans. his stepsister is so small, and delicate. so fucking breakable, pleading so sweetly to be stretched apart more.

"i'll be a good girl, i promise," you babble as his fingers squelch in and out of you. you are breaking down so well for him.

he increases his pace, swiping another finger teasingly on your clit. you whine, squirming as you feel another pressure building when he hooks his fingers a certain way.

"aww, is my slut of a stepsister going to squirt all over my fingers?" scaramouche taunts, rewarding your display by inserting a third finger. a broken sob of pleasure keens from you. he stills your hips on the bed, squeezing them as if to remind you of your place, commanding you to be still while he ruins you.

moving his free hand from your hip to clit, rubbing and pinching. leaving you feeling utterly boneless, forced to feel every wave of pleasure as your orgasm washes over you. your body spasms as you twitch, and you let out an almost embarrassed moan as your pussy gushes moments later.

"how cute," scaramouche taunts, pulling his fingers out of you, holding you down while he bullies your clit through your orgasm. "you didn't last long. you need more training before i can stretch you apart with my cock."

[hitomisuzuya]

soft!dom wanderer with readers first time 😞

wanderer (scaramouche) x fem!reader. smut. praise. creampie. cunnilingus. soft!dom wanderer.

"if there is anyone i trust enough to take my virginity, it would be you," wanderer swore he almost passed out hearing you say those words. despite lusting after you for many months, he never expected to hear those words come out of your mouth.

who in their right mind would trust him with something so delicate?

"i'll do it. if you want," those words couldn't have come out fast enough when he recovered from being so stunned.

and he was sure that he would only be doing what he is doing now when he shamelessly fantasized about you. straddling your pretty hips while he pressed heated kisses on your lips, swallowing every little moan you breathed into his mouth.

and you didn't think you could feel any shyer than you did now. lying naked on your back, obidently opening your mouth for the tongue of the only boy you have ever had a crush on. you couldn't tell him how you felt. or that just a few night ago, you thought about him fucking you into the mattress, your fingers slippery on your clit.

wanderer pulled away from devouring your mouth to nip at your lips. "wait," you said a little breathlessly. he immediately froze. if you said wait, he would wait. he knew this is something he absolutely couldn't screw up.

"can you do one thing for me during it?" you look away shyly, squirming a little under him. he reveals in how much darker on your cheeks got.

"hm?" wanderer puts a finger under your chin, making you look at him, "what is it?" he brushes his thumb against your kiss swollen lips.

"will you call me a good girl? please," your heart is pounding your chest as you look at him. you always cum hard on your fingers thinking about him saying that while he is fucking you into oblivion.

his cheeks flush at your words. "don't worry your pretty head," his lips hover teasingly over yours, "you are already being a good girl for me," he saw the needy shiver of arousal curl through you.

your pussy throbs as a new coat of wet pools between your legs. your breath hitches in your throat watching him move down between your legs. he chuckles seeing you spread your legs a little wider for him. "see, you are already being a good girl for me," his tongue dips between your folds. "now finally, a taste of what i have been craving," he groans, licking strips up and down your pussy.

you let out a whimper as he flattens his tongue on your throbbing clit. his thumbs brush across the insides of your thighs soothingly, making goosebumps prickle on your skin. his tongue hungrily flicks over your clit.

sure, your fingers had felt good, but wanderer's tongue felt even better. your walls clench around nothing as the tip of his tongue swirls around and around your clit. you gasp in pleasure, your hands hastily finding the back of his head, pressing his mouth down on your pussy. he vibrates a moan on your clit, sending your thighs to quake as your hips jerk up to grind on his tongue.

"that's a good girl," wanderer groans, squeezing your thighs to hold them apart, "fuck yourself on my tongue. make yourself nice and wet," his eyes roll into the back of his head tasting your hole clench around his tongue.

your clit throbs harder at his encouragement as your moans rise in octave. "please, please," you manage out, shaking in bliss as he sweeps his tongue inside of you, swirling it around the sensitive bundles of nerves around your entrance. you couldn't stop the rocking of your hips, desperately seeking friction.

he smirks into your pussy, his cock pulsing knowing he is making you feel this good. his sucks on your clit are lingering before he sits up and lines his leaking cock head up with your drooling entrance. "keep your eyes on me, understand?"

"mhm," you moan shyly, feeling the sudden stretching of your pussy as it struggles to accommodate his cock. your body tenses in pain for a few moments, your eyes watering as he slowly pushes in deeper.

"easy, my girl," wanderer croons, gently squeezing your thighs. he knows exactly what you need to hear to help you relax. "look at how much of a good girl you are being, taking my cock so well," he slowly bottoms out, hissing softly as your tight warmth envelopes his cock.

the pain drains out of your body the moment the curve of his cock nudges into your sweet spot. your back arches off the bed as a cry of pleasure tears from your throat. your hand shakes as you raise it to reach out for him.

wanderer grabs your hand, squeezing it before pinning them both above your head. he slowly pulls out halfway, moaning as he bottoms out again. "you tell me when you want me to go faster, okay?" he can barely restrain himself, your puffy pussy is squeezing his cock so tight.

it doesn't take long for the words to come tumbling out of your mouth, the curve of his cock burrowing deep into your sweet spot making pleasure burst through your body. it feels so comforting to you to be pinned down so helplessly by him. "faster. faster, please!" you cry out.

wanderer doesn't need to be told twice. his composure cracks as he picks his pace. "i hope you understand that you are all mine now," he moans, his head spinning from how deep he is fucking into you, "i'll fucking ruin you for anyone else," keeping your hands trapped above your head, he frees one of his hands to find your clit.

"be a good girl, and scream a little when you cum," the pads of his fingers massage your clit, driven with the intent to make you feel so fucking good.

you can't focus on anything else but him as pleasure consumes your body. your poor swollen clit throbs under his fingers, your body gripped with the need to please him. your orgasm is building up so intensely that it makes you see stars. given how sensitive you are, you knew you weren't going to last much longer. "it's..so..much," you whimper in a sob of pleasure.

"cum all over my cock, my good, good girl," wanderer moans, pinching and rolling your clit between his fingers. his words make the knot of your orgasm snap apart. your soft scream of pleasure is music to his ears.

your body shakes in grasp as you cum hard, senseless and nearly limp with pleasure underneath him. "fuck, i needed to feel this," his husky moan of pleasure as his cock empties inside of you makes you blush. "let's leave you plugged up for a little while, yes?" he caresses your cheek seeing you looking so tired up at him with hazy eyes.

you nod, letting out a shameless moan as he pulls out only to push his cum back inside of you.

[hitomisuzuya]

smoking and making out and grinding with scara ??? :3

stoner!scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. kissing. use of marijuana. grinding. nipple play. cumming on instead of inside.

😳 i always enjoy writing stoner scara.

winter break is always something scaramouche extremely enjoys. he could laze about, do whatever he wants, and smoke whenever he wants. and being that his mother was away on a week long business trip, you naturally, as he liked to put it, were shacking up with him for a week.

waking up next to him wearing only one of his shirts if you weren't naked still. scaramouche had been pleased as punch all day that are still wearing his shirt, only putting on a pair of panties this morning.

your eyes were trained on scaramouche's beautiful fingers as he rolled the joint. he always thought the look of awe on your face is genuinely adorable. "i don't know how you do it," you marvelled.

"c'mere," he said, lighting the joint and beckoning you into his lap. he took a long hit off the joint, putting a hand on your hip to settle you as you straddled him. holding the smoke in his lungs, he snatched your lips up with his.

you open your mouth for his tongue, shivering as it glided against yours. scaramouche put his hand on the back of your head, deepening the kiss as he exhaled the hit into your mouth. you moan softly into his mouth, inhaling the smoke into your lungs. the intimacy of the act always made you weak.

you kissed scaramouche back for as long as you could, holding the smoke in your lungs as he wrestled your tongue into submission. he only let you pull away just long enough to exhale and take a few breaths before his lips were back on yours again, ready to exhale his next hit into your mouth.

you moaned into his mouth, shifting in his lap as he grinded up against you. scaramouche always got horny really fast when he was high. you couldn't say that wasn't true for you as well. the feeling of his cock hardening, pressing and rubbing against the thin layer of your panties was starting to make you wet as his tongue devoured your mouth.

a warm hazy feeling hummed over you as you inhaled his smoke. you rolled your hips down to grind back against his. the consistent friction of his cock rubbing your panties on your clit made you squirm a little in his lip. the sensitive nub throbbed as more wet pooled onto your panties, his mouth swallowing your soft moans as you inhaled his smoke into your lungs.

"move your panties aside," he commanded shakily, his cock throbbing feeling you further soak onto his cock through his jeans. he smirked watching your hand immediately move to peel your panties aside while he hastily took his cock out.

"what a good girl, always so eager for me," moaned huskily, parting your drooling folds with his cock. he rested his head back on the couch, his eyes rolling closed for a moment as he enjoyed the feeling of your pussy oozing on his cock while you grinded against him.

you put your arms around his neck to anchor yourself, grinding more firmly to urge his cock against your clit. "i'm aching for you, scara," his cock only throbbed harder opening his eyes to see you looking so desperately at him.

"oh yeah?" scaramouche took another long hit, exhaling the smoke into your waiting mouth, grinding his cock more firmly on your sopping cunt. "you want me to cum on that pretty pussy of yours?" a smirk tugged at his lips as he put the joint out in the ashtray. you always look so cute, all high and horny for him.

"mhm, i do," you nodded as you exhaled.

scaramouche pushed his shirt up over your breasts, humming in aroused approval. "kind of you to give me easy access," his hands folded over your breasts, groping and kneading his fingers before settling his hands on your hips.

your back arched your chest up into his mouth, the tip of his darting out to curl around your nipple. the sensation of his tongue jolted bolts of pleasure to your clit that took your breath away. your sensitivity when you are high is always something scaramouche marvels at.

he knew exactly what to do to make you moan louder for him, feeling your desperation for him in your messy pussy and the way your body trembled as he scooped your nipple into his mouth to suck on. he guided your pace, knowing it wouldn't take you long to come undone.

his cock leaked more precum onto your cunt, your slick helping it easily over your puffy pussy. your walls clenched around nothing, desperate to feel even just the tip up inside you. he chuckled hearing whimpers tinge your moans. "don't worry, kitten. i'll cum inside you to," he soothed, pressing a dominant kiss on your lips.

his cock rubbed against your clit just right, letting out muffled moans into his mouth as your orgasm hit you. your arms tightened around him as you trembled, the friction of his cock on your clit adding to the intensity of your orgasm.

"look at you shake," he groaned, reluctantly taking his lips off yours to reveal in the sight. his cock spurted cum onto your pussy, feeling every throb of his cock on your clit. "now, be a good girl and finger that inside.'

[hitomisuzuya]

scaramouche x fem!reader. fluff. scara being drunk and in love. drunk voicemails. soft scara. college au

i have aventurine smut planned, but i have wanted to write something like this for a long time. the lyrics are from somewhere only we know by keane.

scaramouche had plans to go out last night. but you didn't feel well, so you told him to go out with xiao without you. to have fun and not drink too much. he protested at first, saying "what kind of a man leaves his woman to go out when she is sick?" complete with trademark huff, and crossed arms.

scaramouche hates being without you. really, really hates it.

the next morning, feeling much better, you rolled over and grabbed your phone to check the time. you discovered you had several voicemails. you'd been so deep asleep that you didn't hear the phone ring.

they were all from scaramouche.

"fuck, you'd better be asleep, kitten," came scaramouche's very slurred voice, "i really hate the song playing. i wish you were here so my ears aren't bleeding alone. i don't know why xiao fucking loves this song. it's stupid pop crap. i miss you. fuck, i am so in love with you. you should feel my heart. it goes skip, skip when i think about you. it's kind of annoying--" end of voicemail.

he must've hit the recording limit.

"hey kitten, listen, it's a song you like. more pop crap, but the piano is kind of clutch, not gonna lie," you heard shuffling for a moment, he must've been taking his phone from his ear and holding it out so you could hear the song. after a few moments of hearing shrilled music, he must've put the phone back to his ear. "fuck what's it called again?" you heard some drunk sounding humming before the voicemail stopped.

smiling, you went onto the third voicemail. you heard somewhere only we know by keane come through the speaker again. only this time, you heard scaramouche's slurred voice singing the song to you. "i felt the earth beneath my feet. sat by the river and it made me complete. you make me feel complete."

scaramouche stumbled and hummed adorably to the part of the song he didn't know. your smile widened. "oh simppllee thing, where have you gone..yeah, kitten where are you? i miss you. i'll be he medicine that makes you feel better. fuck how does this song go?" the voicemail ended.

the fourth one immediately started with scaramouche singing, more slurred than before. you found out later from xiao that he'd fed the jukebox at the bar with 5 bucks to play somewhere only we know over and over so he could call you back to sing the parts of the song he wanted to sing to you.

"i'm getting old and i need something to rely onnnnnn. fuck hold on, i wanted to sing this part to you first..no, did you hear the made me feel complete part? you make me feel complete," you heard drinking noises and a heavy sigh.

"dude, scara, she is probably sleeping. you are going to wake her up," xiao's voice interrupted.

"fuck off, you shithead! i'm serenading my kitten! go put another dollar in the jukebox, i'm not done, she needs to hear this!" the voicemail ended.

the last voicemail started with him humming somewhere only we know. "i need something to rellyy on." at this point, he was just singing random lyrics. "wait, hold on..made me feel complete. something to rely on..xiao! xiao! these fucking lyrics, these fuckers really wrote this whole song for her," there was some shuffling noises. "xiao, we gotta go fucking kill keane!"

he was deadass convinced the band was in love with you and wrote the song for you so they could steal you away from him.

later that day, you played the voicemails for scaramouche. 'oh my god..i got so drunk last night" he said, dismayed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, an embarrassed flush on his cheeks.

"what? i thought the voicemails were sweet," you said, grinning at him. you gave him a quick kiss on his lips. "i'm keeping them." you had to say that before he asked you to delete them.

he sighed. "fine. keep them. not another soul hears them," he hissed. he was incapable of saying no to you.

[hitomisuzuya]

Scummy Scaramouche. Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Tit job. Consensual recording. Pure filth. Pet name used. Degradation.

I couldn't get this one out of my head. I have been wanting to write this for awhile.

Scaramouche loves your breasts. They were soft, warm, and squishy in his hands. Heavenly. The heavenly increased tenfold when his cock was pressed between them.

"Fuck, you are so good to me, kitten," He moaned, tightening his hand around his phone to ground himself. He couldn't wait for his phone to capture the moment when he cummed all over your face and in between your breasts. When you sucked some cum off the tip the tip of his cock, licking some from the corner of your mouth.

If your hands weren't busy holding your breasts against his cock, he would demand that you touch yourself while you sucked him off.

There were points where he thought his knees would buckle, making his thrusts slightly sloppy as he pumped his cock between your breasts, the tip of his cock pushing against your lips. He groaned, his cock absolutely throbbing as he watched your tongue flick out to lick his leaking tip.

You were a vision, looking up at him with flushed cheeks, sucking on the tip of his cock. His thighs trembled when you vibrated a moan on it. "You are so fucking good to me."

Of course you were. You always were. You are his precious darling, after all.

The lewd, wet sucking noises your mouth was making was going to sound just as divine through the speakers of his headphones while he jacked himself off to the video later. He didn't think he would be able to hold himself back from watching it while you sucked him off.

However, he would only do that after he recorded you desperately stuffing your fingers inside your wet hole while he stuffed your mouth full of his cock, making you choke while he filled your throat with cum.

"You look like such a slut..my slut.." Scaramouche groaned, his eyes rolling closed as his cock throbbed between your breasts.

Your cheeks flushed darker from his degradation, your panties soaking and clinging to your cunt. Reaching down, he brushed some hair out of your face, stroking his hand through your hair. "My good girl is taking care of me so well," He babbled, his head fuzzy as his orgasm approached.

Drool dropped from your mouth and down your chin, creating extra lubrication for his cock to slid easily between your breasts. He hissed in pleasure when you curled your tongue around the head of his cock. Your mouth always felt so worshipping.

"Stick out your tongue, whore," Scaramouche hissed, warm cum releasing onto your tongue, chest, and face a few moments after you offered your waiting tongue for him.

You nursed him through his high, clasped your breasts tighter around his cock as you sucked on the head. His phone screen captured the image of you sucking cum off the head of cock.

Scaramouche practically had to peel his cock out from between your breasts. He saved the video to his phone, looking down at you with a smug smirk. Grasping your hair, he brought your mouth close to his cock. "Panties off," He growled, pressing record again. "Suck, and fuck yourself on your fingers."

You were already opening your mouth for his cock.