SHOULD’VE BEEN ONLYFANS - Streamer!Scaramouche
Word Count: 638
Contains: FEMALE READER. cockwarming, consensual filming?, mean scara, degradation (whore), dirty talk, humiliation, exhibitionism(?), reader is in just a shirt, pre-established relationship
He was live. He was live streaming — and you were settled on his cock. Your back was to the camera so it just looked like you were settled on his lap, hugging him. An innocent take to those who didn’t know, but little did chat know that you were sitting on his dick, pussy clenching every time he got a kill.
Your face was buried in his neck, muffling the small whimpers that slipped your lips, trying your best to stay as quiet as you could so his mic wouldn't pick up on it. The soft rock of your hips had his cock pulsing in your cunt. Your pussy was drooling everywhere, soaking into his unzipped pants and making a mess of both your thighs.
"..Scara..?" You had mumbled, hiding your face in his shoulder, biting down on your lip when he shifted, his tip kissing that sweet spot that made you see stars.
He offered a low hum of acknowledgement, sparing a sly, fleeting glance and smirk at you before turning back to his stream and continued playing his game. His eyes skimmed at his chat, briefly scanning over the messages before one had caught his eye.
"Yea I do have someone in my lap. My babygirl is rather clingy when I do twenty-four hour streams like this, so why not just have 'em here with me?"
His comment got a few messages of agreement. Some asked who was in his lap and why your face was hidden. Scara had skipped over the ones that had asked about you personally and would require a personal answer, one in particular catching his eye.
“i wonder if his partner is a good hit..”
He narrowed his eyes, pausing the game as his hands then grabbed your chin and meanly squished your cheeks, watching as his grip puckered your lips. His voice was rough and thick with an unspoken emotion, "Wanna tell chat that you're my whore and no one elses? Go on and tell chat how you're currently sitting and keeping my fat cock nice and warm while I play my game?"
Your eyes widened as you stiffly shook your head, far too embarrassed to ever admit something so provocative online, nonetheless to strangers.
"No? You don't want people to know whose cock is splitting you open right now?" His comment sent a wave of heat rising to your face, your cheeks feeling hot and you whined.
"All these cute little noises you're making for chat, you should see all their comments about you... disgusting really if you ask me, I bet they're touching themselves wishing it was them in my spot."
"Scara—" Your words were partially slurred by his grip on your face, small tears pricking in your eyes by how mean he was being. You weren’t used to him talking about you in such a degrading manner.
"What? Too embarrassed to share how messy your pretty little pussy is? How much it’s drooling all over my lap? Bet you’re getting off to me humiliating you in front of thousands of people"
"M’'not- scarAH—" You were cut off by his sharp thrust, his hips pressing his tip firmly against your cervix as the small tears in your eyes fell in tandem with the strangled moan leaving your lips.
He scoffed, shaking his head, mumbling under his breath as he watched chat go crazy. The messages were flying in so fast, he could barely catch a glimpse and his donation alerts were going off every so often announcing the rather large amounts for both you and him to hear.
"Utterly filthy. Both you and my viewers. tch" He sneered, glancing back at his camera and quickly ended his stream, leaving those who were watching look at the end screen and you, a teary eyed, needy mess on his lap.
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