“Mind Be Purged,”

And for Scaramouche? he hated it. He thought you were unbearable and embarrassing. It irritated him especially since you were all sunshine and rainbows, you’d tackle him sometimes and even lick at his face. You had even asked him to play fetch with you- and he looked at you with disgust.

But he couldn’t hide the fact that you were annoyingly cute. You’d always wait for him, walking with him. Practically praising him, and defending his name no matter how many times your friends called him a stinky furball. Yet you’d always kept your head up high your tail wagging as you spoke on about ‘he’s amazing- you guys don’t get it’

But today just had to be the day your seats were changed. He was already dealing with his impending rut since it was springtime, and his new spot was right next to you, you were practically going to break your chair with how much you were wagging with excitement as he sat next to you.

You were attached to his hip that entire day, talking his ear off rubbing your tail against his own. But this time, he just happened to crack- when you decided it would be a good idea to grind your hips against him as you sat on his lap jokingly. That's how you ended up in a compromising position in the bathroom stall…

Whines left your lips as he pulled at your tail, his tongue was buried in your cunt. “p-please… I can’t take it- hngh!!~” he pinched your swollen clit as his sandpaper-like tongue dragged along your folds. His slurping was sensitive to your floppy ears. Your panties had been ripped off your form and were on the tiled floors. Your back pressed against the cold porcelain of the toilet, and your legs thrown over his shoulder.

“I told you there would be consequences for teasing me.” He earned a yelp out of you as he spanked your bottom, “yet, you continued to grind your ass against me in class.” Another yelp left your lips as he spanked you again. His long sharp nails threatening to scratch at your skin. And a red shaped mark plastered along your ass.

“Gosh, you taste like heaven.” He slobbered over your cunt his hand tugging at your tail, and his ears twitching when you would moan. “But fuck, you’re loud..” he complained against your sensitive lips, his nose buried deep. You could say the pussy cat was quite the pussy eater.

His cock was begging to be freed from the tight prison that was his pants. He purred against your folds before emerging from the wetness between your legs. He licked at his lips, your slick was dribbling down his chin. “I h-have to breed you- fuck!” He was losing his composure.

He flipped you over your arms resting against the porcelain. Your cunt was still sensitive from his constant licking, and your floppy ears winced as you heard the sound of his zipper being pulled. Your nose twitched as you could smell his desire- hissing left his lips as he stroked his cock, pre-cum smearing along his shaft. He slapped his cock against your entrance, edging himself a bit longer.

“You can take it right? Cause I can’t wait any longer.”

He mewled as his cock enter your wet pussy, you clawed at the porcelain a loud whimper leaving your lips. The way he stretched your pretty little cunt was magnificent, your slick coating his shaft which made him claw at your ass. It seemed like he was enjoying this more than you.

He wasn’t nice with his thrusts, then again- he was never nice. Your soft skin teared slightly as his claws dragged along your skin. At first, he didn’t mean to, he was too lost in the middle of breeding you. But as he took notice of how much better you looked scratched up? Perhaps he’d start doing it more often.

“S-scara- not so r-rough!” You whimpered as your body rocked roughly against the seat. However, your pleas landed on deaf ears as he was so clouded by lust of his terrible rut. You made him feel this way, perhaps this was your punishment. You deserved to be bred and he was happily going to fulfill that plan.

He grabbed at your tail, a whimper left your lips. “How does it feel huh??” He tugged harder, tears streamed down your face. Mostly from pleasure, and the slight pain of your tail being tugged at. “Doesn’t feel so good does it-“ you moaned as he drove deeper into your core. Drool dribbled down your chin as he bred you.

This was his revenge for all the times you pulled his tail, and he might add that your tail was fluffy and soft, warm too. “It- feels…” you struggle to form words, his tongue clicked as he leaned forward his chest pressed against your back. His clawed had that was holding onto your tail moved to your chin. He smashed his lips against you; his tongue licking at your teeth.

He kept you quiet for now, but he couldn’t deny how close he was from releasing his first load. He pulled away, a trail of saliva followed with. With a hiss he pushed down on your back. You yelp as your back arched, your stomach felt light. You were not to far from releasing yourself-

“n-need to fill you up..” his lust blinded him, the sound of skin slapping against skin rang in his furry ears. He mewled as he felt you grow tighter, you were already cumming all over his dick.. your tongue stuck out, breathing heavily. But he didn’t stop, couldn’t stop.

Scaramouche was lost, lost in the feeling of your tight pussy. He wouldn’t be satisfied unless he came in your womb, he grabbed at your waist. His thrusts were merciless. But he knew his body couldn’t take it anymore, with a few sloppy thrusts- he painted your velvet walls white.

His seed flooding your womb, he knew he couldn’t have any of it spilling out. He needed you to stay full of his cum, how else would you bear his litter? He gently lifted your head towards him, “fuck, I needed this- maybe you have your uses after all.” He flicked your forehead, lucky you! You had just earned the affection of the mean catboy.

You gave him a slight smile before your body gave up. Clearly tired from being bred in such a tight space, but don’t worry. This mean kitty was nice enough to clean you up! (Surprisingly) and brought you to rest in his dorm, with your head in his lap while he played with your fluffy ears.

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Obviously it was out of sight, hidden by your tiny plant you named ‘Petunia’ her bright green leaves showed your care and attention to it. He was jealous of that plant believe it or not, but then again he was a sick freak. Scaramouche took in a deep breath, he slid off his hoodie that had white stains on it along with a horrible stench. He reached over to your laundry glancing at all the options.

His grubby hands reached for a light blue sweater, “hah~ you w-wore this on Tuesday…” he pushed the fabric to his nose his hands trembling with disgusting satisfaction as he sniffed at your scent. “still smells like you…” he pulled on the sweater, wearing it like a Medal of Honor. (When it was more of a medal of shame than anything) he looked back into the basket and was met with a delightful surprise! He went on his knees as he rummaged through the basket.

“The lace ones! these are my favorite…” was this wrong of him? Going through your laundry- walking around your room, sniffing your dirty clothes, wearing them? To him, it was a ritual he couldn’t live without your scent, or you in general. His hands reached over and picked up the lace panties and began to examine them. You must’ve worn these yesterday. The thought of it made him aroused, then again what didn’t when it concerned you? It would be dumb of him if he didn’t get a whiff of your used underwear. He salivated as his nose sniffed at the panties, using all of his willpower trying not to stuff them in his pocket for safe keeping.

Slowly he got off his knees, they were slightly sore from being on the ground for so long. His footsteps creaked on your soft rug that laid against the wooden floor. He hummed as he approached your bed, plopping onto it and stuffing his face into your pillow. A disgusting grin appeared as he slowly grinded against nothing- his imagination mostly filled with images of you and him in a different positions in the bed. He lifted his head to look at your panties that remained in his hands he sighed as he tossed them into the laundry basket.

Scaramouche fixed himself nicely on your bed, his eyes staring up at the ceiling. He shifted slightly trying to get more comfy and there it was. A teddy bear, it had light brown fur, a tiny pink bow and beady eyes. The bear, the same one he saw you grinding against a few nights prior. He whined at the thought of your clit desperately trying to get a release out of the plush.

“Tsk.. why- she should’ve confided in me..” his expression was slightly disappointed as he picked up the teddy. He recalled cumming so much that night his cock was begging him to stop stroking but he couldn’t as he watched through his monitor. He loved the way your desperate moans sounded, and how you bit your bottom lip as you jumped at the bear. The image was burned in his head, till he looks back at the bear in his hands he gave the bear a twirl examining it in all corners. The thought of it fucking it himself made him horny, his length was begging to be released from the zippers captivity. He turned the bear, his chapped lips now soak with his saliva.

“I’m sorry- but I can’t hold it in much longer.” His zipper came down and out popped his cock. Pre-cum dripping a dangerous amount, his breath hitched in his throat. Scaramouche reached into your bed side table pulling out some scissors.. he’ll just make a small hole! He promises you won’t be able to see it.

With a few snips there it was, a homemade hole for fucking. He gently placed the scissors back on the table. His gaze fixated on that singular hole. His freehand reached to his length, he started to align it with the cut. With a thrust he began penetrating the soft plushy. The cotton was a weird feeling against his length. But god the thought of it being you encouraged him to thrust more.

“I love… I love you (Y/N) hngh…”

The bed creaked underneath his desperation, his whines loud as his hips jerked into the poor teddy bear. His mumbles were just fueling his imagination. His pre-cum leaking all over the cotton stuffing, this would be the closest to claiming you. That’s what he believed anyways, knowing well that you’d be disgusted by his act. Though instead of feeling disturbed and guilty for this lustful action.

It turned him on even more, the image of your disgusted face. He loved it, perhaps even craved to see it. His cock was practically threatening to rip that plush apart as his disturbing thoughts drives him more. Salivating and imagining the different ways he could fuck you, raw and dirty was his favorite.

“Ha- ha… I’m gonna cum (Y/N)…”

He threw his head back, his balls felt heavy his hips trembling as he released his hot load into the plush. He slumped forward into your pillow, his greasy hair sticking to his face. Slightly lifting his head he looked down to his hips, where the fluffy teddy bear was attached.

Soaked, it was soaking in his cum. His soft cock slid out of the small hole, which was clearly bigger now. His breath caught in his throat; a pathetic smile spread across his face. He placed his lips on the bear, kissing it. He quickly pulled up his pants and stared at the bear. He threw the bear into the laundry basket, you’d be returning from your afternoon classes anyway.

Scaramouche takes a moment to bask in your rooms essence a few more moments before he strips off your hoodie and grabs at his own. He approaches your window and jumps out, lucky for him your apartment was on the first floor. He promised himself he’ll buy you a new one, he was a sick bastard at the end of the day.

Bonus:

You rummaged through your book bag trying to find your notebook for your next class, your professor was definitely going to kill you if you told him you forgot it again. “I swear, it was just in here-“ a hand grasped at your shoulder. Not tapped, grasped.

You turned around and was met with Scaramouche, he was sort of weird- mumbling to himself and smelt a bit funky which made your nose irk sometimes. But that’s what you could describe him as anyways. “Oh- hey scara…?” He shoved a notebook into your hands leaving you quite surprised.

“You left it…” his voice sounded strained, his fingers were trembling. He was having a hard time keeping eye contact with you. His breathing was loud and heavy, you raised an eyebrow a bit concerned but didn’t question it. “Hey! Thank you, heh- I know Professor Zhongli would be super mad if he knew I forgot my notebook again- he doesn’t like making print outs.”

He finally looked up at you, his eyes stared at your own. At first you thought he might have been admiring you, as a slight grin appeared on his face. Truly, how naive you were-

His thoughts scrambled to put together words, you? Thanking him!! He could laugh, he should be thanking you. He cleared his throat, as he stood beside you gently turning you around. With a simple ‘thank you’ he’s already feeling bolder.

“Oh- no need to thank me…you h-had just left it on your table… but hey- How about I walk you to class?” His voice was trying its hardest not to tremble as he asked.

It was a nice gesture of him, as you nodded. Accepting his suggestion. His eyes widen as you agreed he was practically shaking with excitement. You began to walk the campus to your next class, he was still nervous but started to warm up to you as you made small talk with him. He even complimented your pins showing off your niche interests/fandoms.

You couldn’t believe you thought he was a weird guy?

Maybe he was a cool dude this entire time…

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Scaramouche was a bit touchy with her hands always resting on the soft flesh of your tits. You can look away for a second and Scaramouche was already grabbing at your body. But that’s what friends do, that’s what she told you at least. You remembered how you were minding your business, and she just straight out asked “can I touch your boobs, I just want to see if there bigger than mine that’s all.” You didn’t mind it, so you agreed. Soon enough that’s how this habit of hers began, you thought it was normal. Even when her grubby hands reached around your back unclasped your bra, ‘it was an accident’ she would say. Yet she did it various of times, you might as well have grown slightly immune by it.

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You got up from your desk, you let out a tiny whine as you stretched. It was the start of lunch, your stomach let out a low growl. You blushed a bit slightly embarrassed by the noise it made. You watched as your classmates stepped out of class joining their friends groups. You sat up pushing in your seat, grabbing your bag and you stepped out. Before you could leave, you were stopped at the door. A guy looked down at you, his skin freckled by the sun, and his eyes blue like rapid tides in waters. “Childe?.. uhm- did you need something?” You looked back to the classroom and him. Did he forget something? “(Y/n), I wanted to.. ask you something.” Your face flushed as you felt his hand grabbed yours, his hands were warm to the touch and slightly rough.

“I just wanted to say that- would you go out with-“ he was tugged away harshly, you watched as he fell on the ground, he let out a groan he rubbed the back of his head. “Oh!- Childe are you okay- let me help- AGHH!!” You were soon grabbed by your wrist and pulled away. “Goodness- was that guy bothering you? You should’ve waited for me to come for you.” Scaramouche spoke as she brought you towards the library. You headed to your usual spot, in the library. It was secluded by the various of bookshelves that covered it.

Her expression had become sour, as she thought about the ginger. Scaramouche had always been a little odd, when guys or girls would try talking to you. She had always manage to come right at that exact moment and pull you away, why was that? Because she was always watching. She loved everything about you, the way you would sniffle over sad romantic anime’s, and even when you’d laugh at the most dumbest of jokes. She disliked how you were so dumb, but she loved it too.

“I made some lunch- come on let me share with you.” Scaramouche was sat on the floor, she had opened her lunch box holding up some onigiri. You were sat beside her, you opened your mouth willingly. She placed it in your mouth, taking a bite you swallowed down some of the rice and pieces of seaweed. She watched you chew, your cheeks puffed up so cutely like a chipmunk. She wanted to do way more then just feed you, she wanted to spoil you rotten. She wanted to bury her head in your huge rack, and feel you squirm as her hand snuck under your skirt and played with your swollen clit. “Scara? Aren’t you going to eat?” You were always so considerate of her, she found that so fucking cute. She licked her lips as she leaned in closer.

She felt full just watching you eat, or just watching you in general. She glanced down at your delicate hand. The one that dumbass red-head touched, trying to stain what was hers. She grabbed your hand the one Childe held and she started to press kisses on it. “Scaramouche- wh-what are you doing?” You blushed as she kissed your hand, as she stopped she looked up at you moving closer to you. Her head delving into your cleavage her hands groped at your breasts. “Mm.. I’ve been feeling stress lately, I got a bad grade on a quiz..” that was a lie, she got straight A’s, it was just a little white lie to get closer to you is all.

Your hand ran through her soft indigo locks, she looked up at you. “It’s okay scara, a bad grade isnt the end of the world..” Those words of encouragement made her want to claim every part of you even more. As you spoke up, her hands left your breasts and reached for the pudge of your tummy. She gently squeezed at it, she had a scummy little grin on her face. Her other hand reached under your shirt unclasping your bra.. she tugged it down, she began to fondle them with her cold slender fingers she had a look of satisfaction on her face.

“your breasts are so much bigger then mine, theyre softer and warmer..” she pressed a gentle kiss on your collar bone. You just watched with a slight flush expression. Your nipples harden against her palms as she fondled your soft flesh.

“You shouldn’t let anyone else touch you like this.”

“Huh?... why’s that?”

“You know! people can take advantage of you and I’d hate for that to happen. So I say, it’s best if you only let me.” <3

You pondered over her words, you knew Scaramouche wouldn’t lie. That’s what you had told yourself at least. She gently lifted your shirt above your breasts revealing the heavy soft flesh. Your smooth creamy skin made her drool at the slight. “Scara- what are doing?.. hngh!~” Her soft pale lips latched onto your nipples. She sucked on the nub, you couldn’t help but like out soft whimpers. She gently pushed you down. Your back pressed against the wooden floors, her hands trailed over the stretch marks along the sides of you. She pulled away and flicked your nipple that was coated with her saliva.

“We’ve been best friends for such a long time right?… you trust me.. don’t you?” Her hands gently roam your body. “I- I do..” you whimpered as her hands spread your legs wide. Revealing your panties, your eye watched how she slowly dipped her head down between your legs. Burying her nose in your cunt inhaling your scent, you yelped slightly as she threw your legs over her shoulders. “You smell delicious” she placed a kiss on your clit, earning a whine from you. You felt her hands pull down your panties, revealing your pussy. She licked up lips as her tongue darted out to lick at your slick that dripped from your cunt.

“S-scara?.. do friends do this?…” you let out moans, you bit down on your bottom lip trying your best to stay quiet. She paused for a moment her expression turn slight sour “gosh your so fucking slow- I love you idiot.” She flicked your forehead you let out a tiny whine as a result, She placed her lips on your clit and she suckled on it, it sent shivers down your spine as she attacked at your sensitive clit. Your hands quickly grabbed at her indigo locks, you gently grinded your hips against her eager mouth. “L-love me??..” her tongue lapped at your folds, she loved it. She always dreamed of you like this, moaning as she abuses your pretty little cunt.

You were always a bit weird, but she loved you? Sure, she would touch you frequently. And yeah, maybe she has kissed your neck a time or two. Not to mention all the cuddling too, plus how she always prevented people from talking to you. But her loving you? It came off as a surprise, it not like you ever doubted nor dislike the thought. Let’s just say you’ve had a wet dream about you and her more than once.

“sweet..” her words were muffled, as she teased your hole with her tongue. Gliding it around coating it with her saliva. “Huh..?~ s-scara…~ stop doing t-that!..” you could feel her teeth nibble slight on your clit. The pressure you felt made your legs feel like jello. The shuffling of footsteps and whispers approached slowly.

“This sucks, she always does this!-“

“Childe, it’s just a girl. There’s plenty fish in the sea.”

“So?, I genuinely like her. I’m tired of her friend always stopping me before I can tell her how I feel.”

You looked at Scaramouche with a panicked expression. She gently emerged from the sloppy mess in between yours thighs she licked her lips with a smirk. She placed her index and ring finger right at your entrance. “S-scara what if they see u-us!..” she pushed her fingers into your tight canal. You let out a muffled moan as your hands reached to cover your mouth. You felt her fingers dig into your cunt. You whined as she fingered your cunt nonstop, her mouth reached down to your pussy once again.

She licked at your slick that spilled from your cunt, she was slobbering all over it. You couldn’t tell if they were getting closer or farther. “I- I’m.. gonna c-cum!!..~” you let out a whine as you squirted. The gushing of your essence splattered all over her face. You watch in embarrassment as she licks it all up. She swallowed it with a smirk on her face. She pulled out her fingers. She has front row view of your sloppy cunt, the way it clenched on nothing. She felt wet herself, her panties were already soaking.

She heard them get closer, she grinned as she stuffed your discarded panties in the pockets of her skirt. “Huh.. my panties!!—“ you ran after her a puddle of your essence remained on the ground. You were going to clean it but they were already coming. You ran away after her and felt someone tug you behind a shelf. “Shh, watch..” she held onto your waist as your both peek from behind the shelf.

“Huh? why is there a puddle here?..”

“Come on, let’s go- I don’t want to get yelled at by the librarian for making a mess I didn’t make—“

You watched they walk away from it, most likely not wanting to get blamed for spilling something, you felt a bit rejuvenated. Was it because they almost caught you? You felt Scaramouches hand shove into your shirt you let out a whine as she grope at your tits again. She started placing kisses on your neck before whispering in your ear.

“Your mine, no one else should touch you like this.”

“Scara?—“

She shut you up with a kiss, she let go of your breasts and pushed you against the shelves. You blushed furiously your gaze strictly on her. You watched as she wrapped her arms around your waist holding you tight against her.

“I love you, so much it hurts.”

Note:

Tonight was no different, you unlocked the front door with your housekey. You stepped inside clearly tired from your shift, tossing your bag on the couch telling yourself you’d grab it in the morning. Slipping off your shoes you switch into some slippers. The softness of the interior of the slippers felt nice on your sore feet. You wanted to just sleep right there and then in the hallway, you didn’t even care if the wooden floors would make you more sore in the morning. The sleep deprivation was definitely getting to you that’s for sure. As you gently pushed the door open you noticed something, not just notice you heard it.

The familiar sound of whimpers, and grunts. You were tired so you couldn’t see so you tried your best to clear your vision, focusing the best you could- and just like that you finally saw it. Your husband, his hand wrapped around his cock. The tip of his cock was a beading a reddish pink, the way his hips jerked into his hands almost instinctively. His usual well-kept hair was now messy and his forehead beading with sweat. His pajama pants and boxers were pulled down to his ankles. His legs just slightly spread to have room for his hand that jerked at his cock. You gulped at the quite sexy scene before your eyes. Goddamn why was he so erotic?- You knew you were most likely too busy at work to notice, but he had grown so pent up due to your absence around the house.

Fuck, and his whimpers were just so needy… moaning your name, most likely imagining you bouncing on his cock. Did you want to help him with this? you did. You decided to make your presence known as you opened the door. You stepped inside. He quickly covered himself with a blanket like a teenage boy who had just been caught by his mom. His face was flushed as he looked at you. “Oh- uhm.. My love- welcome back?.. Wasnt expecting you till later?..” his voice sounded hushed. Mostly likely from his moans and his grunts that came from him trying his best to cum with just his hands. “Cut the bullcrap- So, by the looks of it.. you definitely missed me huh?..” you glanced at the outline of his thick length from the blanket. He wasn’t hiding shit- At least he tried.

With a sigh, he pulled down the blanket. Revealing his cock, the pre-cum dripping down his tip. It was breaktaking, he could feel your eyes on it. He looked away with a scoff. “Stop staring- I don’t recall marrying a pervert..” you looked at him with a surprised expression, was he in his sassy era or what? You crossed your arms leaning against the door frame with a brow raised. “Oh really.. who moans someone’s name when beating there ding dong…?” He just stared at you his face was flush he sighed pushing his hair away from his face trying to hold in a giggle. “Why do you have to call it that- just call it a dick-“

You giggle as he spoke up, let’s just say you were a bit immature. “Heh- you said dic- WOAH!!” A pillow came flying at you and landed in your face. With a tired sigh you bent down to pick up the pillow, you held on to it and walked towards the bed plopping on it. The pillow tight in your arms as you laid on it. Scaramouche had just thrown a pillow at you. “jeez.. can’t your wife make a joke..” you looked at him with a pout before crawling up into a fetal position. You were exhausted from work, your eyes were half-close as you accept the warm embrace of your mattress. He looked at you gently petting your head like a pet.

You glanced at his cock, and back at him. It was clear to you he desperately wanted your touch “hngh- mm.. just the tip.. mkay??..” his ears perked up when you mumbled through your sleep. “Wait actually?.. aren’t you tired?..” he felt your index finger press against his lips. You shushed him before letting out a sleepy giggle “think of it.. as a reward.. are you going to put it in or what?.. before I change my mind…” he pressed many kisses on your neck before starting to slip off your pants, and panties. He was met with the sight of your cunt. Already slightly wet, he placed his index and middle finger against your clit gently rubbing it. Earning a small whimper from you, your hips starting to gently grind against it. He looked so cute when he was all flushed like that, you slowly spread your legs for him.

He pulled away his slick coated fingers and began licking at the slick tasting it. “You taste so sweet.. and delectable.. I forgot how addicting your taste was.” He let out a deep hum, as he moved himself closer he was aligning his hips with yours. You could feel his tip press against the entrance. He was coating his cock with your slick, he was a bit of a weirdo. At least in your eyes you think? He pushed forward your cunt accepting his tip so nicely. He let out a groan, you could tell- the tip was definitely not enough for him. You looked at him with a smirk, he took notice of this. He looked away from you embarrassed, just what were you going to do with this man?

“ughn.. just put the whole thing… your so needy scara-“ you were cut off as he pushed in his whole length. His cock bottoming out as he thrusted, the clench of your velvety walls felt so nice around his cock. You gripped the sheet beneath you, tiny moans leaving your lips. It had been a while since you both had fucked. Your walls were eager to clamp onto him, you could feel him pull out slowly and ram back in. “I’m- sorry.. you just f-feel too good..” his hips snap back into once again. His hand gripped your hip, pulling you closer to him. He leaned forward and pressed more kisses on your skin. He pulled away leaving some purple-reddish marks, you knew that you might have to wear a turtleneck tomorrow for work.

“You’re so tight.. fuck… I feel like cumming already..” His voice, it sounded breathless as he spoke. You watched how his thrusts slammed into your cunt. His tip kept kissing the entrance to your womb, his hand moved to your chin he gently tipped it up. He was making you look at him, he pressed his lips against yours. His were slightly chapped and tasted like.. cherry? “Scara- mm~ were you using my chapstick again?..” you spoke between his kisses, his hand sliding underneath your shirt. You could feel them, they were cold as he gently squeezed the soft skin of your tits. “hng- yea.. so?..~” he spoke as he pulled away from your lips, his face looked flushed.

“get your own chapstick.. that’s how germs spread you kn- OW?!” He flicked your forehead, with his other hand. You glared up at him and right before you could tell him off, he pressed a kissed on your lips once again. “Shut up. It’s just chapstick- plus.. I don’t mind putting my mouth on things yours have been on.” You rolled your eyes at him as he continued to thrust into your warm cunt. His whines and grunts growing a bit louder by the minute. The wooden bed frame creaked beneath you and him, you looked at him with half-lidded eyes. Your cunt was coating his cock with your slick. And he was just eating it up-

“Aghnn..~ I- I’m.. gonna cum.. fuck-“ his hand moved away from your breasts and moved to your stomach massaging the soft flesh. He licked his lips as his thrusts got a bit rougher. “fuck..fuck..!~” His whines slipped from his lips. You can feel the heat building up inside you. “fuck.. cum- cum all over my cock.. please..” he leaned forward pressing a kiss on your lip. His hips rolling into yours. Your velvety walls clamped down hard onto his cock. Your hands digging into the warm flesh of his back.

He let out a grunt as he felt your walls tighten so nicely around his cock. With one last jerk of his hips, he buried himself deep inside you. His seed coated your walls white. He fell against you, he looked into your eyes. He let out a chuckle as he kissed your tired face. His way of saying thank you for letting him fuck your tight cunt. Scaramouche rolled his hips into yours one last time before pulling out. His cum spilling onto your inner thighs coating them. With a smile he swept your body up in his arms.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.. alright babe?..” He spoke up, as he walked towards the bathroom. You were definitely going to be sore in the morning, probably will have to call off work too. Maybe taking a day off was what you needed, just a day to relax with your husband.. <3

Note:

hey guys— I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS.. my smut is not the best- so this was a step out of my comfort zone. This account was made to focus on improvement of my writing.. so if you liked it let me know!! I love feedback!! :D

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