bully!scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. fingering. degradation. humiliation. smutty appreciation for scaramouche's fingers.
it was one moment of weakness. one single moment of weakness that landed you where you are now, legs spread and writhing on scaramouche's bed, his index finger pumping into your sopping cunt.
earlier that day, scaramouche caught you staring at his fingers while he casually scrolled through his phone during class, not giving a shit about the teacher's lecture.
you couldn't help it. he has absolutely beautiful fingers. long, and elegant right down to the bend in his knuckles. beautiful fingers on the boy that has been teasing and bullying you since the year started. he caught you staring just in time to see you discreetly squish your thighs together, quickly looking away as you blush, realizing just what those gorgeous fingers could be capable of.
when scaramouche senses weakness, he latches on relentless like a rabid dog. all day he dogged your steps, crudely teasing you until you finally turned to him,and said with such resolve, "i wouldn't enjoy your fingers in my mouth or otherwise."
your pride was just way too cute for him not to break.
the camera on his phone is recording the perfect angle of his finger bathing in your juices. you gasp in breathless pleasure as he hooks his index finger to the knuckle inside you.
he smirks watching you twitch and whimper as his thumb swipes across your poor swollen clit. "look at you twitch, falling apart from only a single finger," he taunts, his cock aching and hard.
he changes the pace of his finger, slowly bullying your sweet spot. "i didn't think such a pretty mouth could tell such a shameless lie," he presses his thumb on your clit. "your pussy sure is sucking my finger in. are you ready to admit you are enjoying yourself?"
your cheeks heat in embarrassment as you squirm, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you rock your hips into his finger, desperately seeking more friction. "ah-you have already won, scaramouche. isn't this enough for you?" you manage to string together around your moans. you reach a shaky hand down to stroke his wrist.
scaramouche's eyes snap up in a glare that makes your walls clench tighter. "i thought i told you to keep your hands above your head," he abruptly redraws his finger, abruptly flicking your clit, "mouthy sluts don't get to cum."
your eyes widen as your thighs tremble. "n-no, please. add a third finger, make me cum," you whimper, grinding your puffy pussy on his fingers as you hastily put your hands back above your head.
"what a slut," scaramouche laughs, pinching your clit, "begging for a third finger when you haven't even been stretched apart by two," you cry out in pleasure as two fingers suddenly stretch you apart.
you look so pretty breaking for him.
your body twitches in bliss as you roll your hips up into his hand. he scissors your walls apart, sporadically hooking his fingers into your sweet spot as your moans rise shamelessly in octave.
"now beg. beg for it or you don't get to cum," scaramouche taunts, his cock throbbing watching the tears well in your eyes. "i wanna hear you say you enjoy my fingers fucking in you while you plead to cum."
your body burns with humiliation as your orgasm curls tighter, his phone screen capturing every lewd moment. his fingers abruptly hook into your sweet spot, and pleasure bursts white hot behind your eyes. "okay, okay," you whimper as your head spins, "i love feeling your fingers inside me. it feels so so good," the words tumble out of you, "please make me cum on them. please, scara, please."
your display only makes him harder. his thumb on your clit overwhelms you then, your orgasm washing over you suddenly. you are twitching with pleasure, whimpering in his name so sweetly that it nearly makes him cum right then.
"and just like that, you are cumming," scaramouche pushes a third finger inside you, "i always knew you were this weak," you gasp as all three of his fingers bully your sweet spot. "let's see if you are weak enough to squirt. you'll suck the mess off my fingers like a good girl, right?"
