Kavi

cw: wlw smut, fingering, oral (mouchie recieving), sub top (masc?) reader, mean girl mouchie, they/them pronouns used for mouchie as always, reader is a loser with a praise kink. no beta

scaramouche's tongue was already halfway to your mouth by the time they pushed you into the spare washroom at the end of the hall. loud music thrummed throughout the entire sorority house, walls vibrating in protest as the door slammed behind you both. despite their shorter stature, scaramouche crowded you against the sink, nimble hands pulling at your sleeves and collar. your hands were at their hips, squeezing so anxiously they could almost feel the metal of your rings sear against supple flesh as your mouth tried to keep up with theirs.

by the time they pulled back from the kiss, a string of saliva connected your lips to theirs. with half-lidded eyes, their hands slipped beneath your shirt, moving to caress up your sides to your chest. irritable, they moved one of your hands off their hip, placing it on their chest to silently indicate to you to grope them a little more before trailing their lips down your jaw to suck a deep maroon mark into the side of your neck. as your breathing grew heavier, you palmed at scaramouche's chest over their shirt firmer than before, eliciting a small gasp of surprise from them, a coy smile spreading on their lips soon after.

they pulled away from you for a moment, instead grabbing your shoulder for stability as they propped themselves up on the sink's counter you were previously pressed against, pulling you closer afterwards to stand between their thighs. long legs wrapped around your waist, heels digging into your lower back as they pulled you down by your collar to capture your lips in another kiss. this time, they felt your hand move to rest on their thigh. pulling away from your lips momentarily, they whispered— “you don't have to be afraid to touch me. i want this.”

with that, a slender hand placed itself over yours, carefully dragging your hand up their thigh, under the hem of their skirt, and pressing your digits against their wet panties. letting out a sigh, they held your hand firmly there, almost grinding against your fingers, panting against your lips. when half-lidded eyes flitted up, eyeing your ruddy face and nervous expression, they smirked. “see how wet i am for you?” they crooned, using their own fingers to peel their panties to the side, plump lips dazzling in the dim bathroom with their juices. feeling your fingertips gently graze their folds, running a path from their cunt to their clit, a ragged sound escaped their lips “that's it.. good girl.”

your thumb found their clit, rubbing steady circles as they keened softly, head falling to the crook of your neck as their free hand groped your tit like an anchor “oh fuck,” they whimpered as your fingers slid to their enterance, walls fluttering as your fingers pushed inside. you looked almost unsure as you curled your fingers, more concentrated than aroused as your brows knitted, contemplating whether your fingers were positioned correctly or not. “you're doing good, just like that.” they hummed, biting at their bottom lip as your fingers curled curiously for the umpteenth time— and then, a loud moan escaped their lips “nghh— fuck! right there!” scaramouche keened, toes curling as your hit their g-spot. quick learner, you were. being the good listener you were, your fingers curled in their warm cunt at that same position. their hips stuttered against the counter, bucking into your hand as they panted before their pussy spasmed— wetness gushing around your fingers as scaramouche flopped into your arms with a defeated little sigh. orgasms always hit them hard. “mmh, good girl..”

contains: wlw smut, inexperienced geek reader and bitchy mouchie, oral, sub top reader?, swearing, mentions of hentai because reader's lowk a perv

“you're kidding, right?” scaramouche deadpanned, sitting on the edge of the twin xl tucked in the furthest corner of your dorm room, panties already soaked through as you dumped regrettable news upon them. you didn't know how to finger. at all. your hand came up to rub at the back of your neck as you let out a sheepish chuckle and the vague mutter of ‘um, no..’

truly, they should've suspected it. the way you got all jittery whenever they brushed a hand against your thigh, or how you hands never roamed below the waist when you two made out. it wasn't that you didn't want to touch them, it was that you didn't know how.

groaning, their thighs rubbed together as their jaw clenched subtly. well, fingering was off the table and dry humping was getting old fast. reasonably, the next option was oral— but they doubted you ever gave anyone head before. they'd have to be your first. “so, then.. do you wanna eat me out?” before they could even finish their sentence, you'd already dropped to your knees, looking up at them with eyes that were nothing short of eager to please.

instantly, your hands were pushing their skirt, already dragging damp lace down their thighs. they let out a sharp hiss as their cunt met open air, and it didn't help when your fingers were already there, spreading them open. gawking. “stop ogling, per-” before they could bite out an insult, they felt your thumb press right against their throbbing clit experimentally before dragging it down their slit, collecting their arousal on your thumb. “s-shit!” scaramouche gasped, manicured nails digging into the edge of the bed as their mind began to haze over. they didn't even have the chance take a deep breath before your tongue was on them, lapping at their entrance as your thumb pressed harder on their clit. “fuck, where did you learn this?” scaramouche mewled helplessly as the tip of your tongue curiously probed inside of them. you wouldn't admit that you'd seen it over and over in yuri hentai and doujinshi, just giving a vague shrug of your shoulders as you focused on your meal. your thumb dragged harsh circles on their clit, frequently soothed by gentle sucking from your mouth. scaramouche's knees buckled around your head, practically aiming to smother you with their cunt. with the new found closeness, your hands shifted on their inner thighs to spread them wider, nose bumping against their clit as your tongue explored their folds. every stroke of your tongue brought scaramouche closer to their orgasm, hips arching to push themself closer to your unforgiving mouth, chest heaving as small whimpers escaped their lips. their head fell back, indigo tresses brushing against their shoulders as their eyes fluttered shut, concentrating. their hips stuttered once, then twice before they came right into your fervent mouth. you lapped once more at their twitching hole before sitting back on your knees. “sorry, that was probably horrible..”

content includes: wlw (obv), brat scara x geek reader, slight smut, mona is a scara's bestie cuz i have free will

scara, who first sees you from across the room in ap history as you settled into your seat, your bag cluttered with pins and keychains clattering when it hits the tiled floor, setting your water bottle covered in stickers down on your desk.

scara, who immediately takes an interest to you, even as you proceeded to fall asleep ten minutes after the class begun. who could balme you? it was history...

scara, who gets caught staring by mona, their best friend immediately laughing in their face, swatting at their shoulder, the works. with a roll of their eyes, they shoved her off so hard it almost alerted the teacher. mona proceeded to giggle more.