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SOUTINEE MY POOKIE WOOKSTERS

can i req troublemaker!scara x president!femreader where he fucked her dumb until shes so fucking cock drunk that she cant live without getting fucked and used by scara

( idk what plot to put before the fucking so you can decide that 😍 )

MWAH LOVE YOU MWAH MWAH

౨ৎ ﹒ good girl gone bad .

── ୨୧：sub!reader x dom!scaramouche

୨୧﹑ synopsis :; you’ve always been the ‘good girl’ of the school; but what happens if scaramouche decides to take matters into his own hands?

୨୧﹑ genre :; smut, nsfw

୨୧﹑ cw :; fem!reader, fingering, overstimulation, creampie, biting, marking, some degradation, some praise, not proofread.

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ HII POOKIE PIE!! this is such a good idea i love it smm i hope you like this!!! MWAH MWAH 💋 LOVE YOU TOO <33 sry this took so long omg schools a bitch and motivation sucks but i got this out finally…

nobody in your school didn’t know scaramouche. he was the schools delinquent; always smoking, fighting, wreaking havoc in classes—if he even went to them. the school president’s office was practically his second home at this point.

unfortunately for you, you were the president.

you had long grown accustomed to scaramouche barging into your office once, maybe even twice a day. it was part of your daily routine. you’d finish classes for the day, sit in your office, then scaramouche would see you for some shitty thing he did during the day—leaving you to deal with the fallout.

whenever you heard his distinct knock, which consisted of two consecutive knocks and him turning the door to your office, your heart always drops down to your stomach, wrenching at the thought of what he could’ve possibly done this time around.

unluckily, this was beginning to become a constant occurrence. he would purposely get himself in some sort of trouble to get sent to your office, and today was no different.

you heard the knocks, and before he even attempted to reach for the door handle you called him to enter. you see the indigo haired man creep into the room, slowly pushing the door shut and turning the lock until it clicks.

“to what do i owe the pleasure this time, scaramouche.” you spat out his name with venom, filled with irritation for the male.

“oh come on, i haven’t done anything that bad this time.” he smirks at you, trailing a hand on the edge of the desk you were sitting behind before sitting on one of the chairs parallel to you.

you roll your eyes, resting your elbows on the table and resting your head in your hands. your gaze held an unimpressed look, wanting him to just cut to the chase already.

he crossed his arms, slightly slouching in the chair as he stared at you. the tension was thick, yet it could be easily cut with a butter knife. his lips formed into a frown seeing how serious you were about this whole ordeal, so he decided to speak up.

“i didn’t do anything… i just got into a stupid fight.” he mumbles, fidgeting with his hands on his lap.

you scoff at his antics, eyeing him up and down. “you say you didn’t do anything, then proceed to say you got into a fight. this doesn’t make any sense to me.”

his mouth parts for a moment, but then he closes it as he realises he has nothing to say to that. you took his silence as a reasonable reply, crossing your legs and leaning back in your seat.

“this is your fourth fight this week; i have no choice but to suspend you.”

“huh…?” his face automatically dropped. if he was suspended, that means not seeing you! he couldn’t let that happen, he wouldn’t stand for this.

“you heard me, i’m gonna…”

your words droned on in his ears, until he blurts out a swift “no.”

your brows furrow, and you look at him with a confused expression. his sudden change of attitude startled you for a brief moment, but you clear your throat and shakily reply. “what?”

“i don’t wanna be suspended,” he slowly gets up, tracing a finger around the rim of the table until he was just leaning above you. “is there anything i could do to… avoid punishment?”

your eyes look up at him, and that look of innocence already has him throbbing through his pants. he bit on his tongue harshly, trying to suppress the lewd fantasies of you that were already erupting from this position.

“what do you mean by that?” you asked out of genuine curiosity. “i doubt there’s any way of letting this slide under the radar.”

he lets out a heavy breath, running a finger up the armrest of your chair before it trails up your arm and jaw, brushing against your cheek lightly. you can feel your face flush with heat.

“i mean…” his lips tug up into a suggestive smirk, fingers tapping against your lips almost teasingly. “this.”

he practically rips you out of your seat for a chaste kiss, his lips seeking yours greedily. his hand immediately finds comfort on the back of your head to pull you in deeper. your lower back was pressed against the desk, his free hand going down to your waist in order to press your hips flush against his.

your hands go behind yourself to give you some support due to his aggression. your hand goes up to his cheek, pushing your lips harsher against his.

his tongue practically shoves itself into your mouth at the gesture, his hips instinctually grinding against your clothed cunt. you let out a soft breath, pulling away to collect air into your strained lungs.

you didn’t get much time to recuperate your thoughts because you were immediately swivelled around and pushed over the cold, wooden desk. you yelp at his sudden advances, but it devolves into a broken whimper as he rips your panties off, lifting your skirt up and letting it bunch at your hips.

“fuck, you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting for this…” his face nuzzles into your neck, leaving a trail of damp, open mouthed kisses down your nape. his fingers needily tug at the collar of your shirt to given himself more canvas to work with.

you let out lazy breaths as you feel his cold fingers run through your folds, collecting a suitable amount of your slick before moving to trace around your clit. the feeling makes you gasp, your thighs already trembling from his ministrations.

you moan out, feeling him nibble on the side of your neck, leaving slowly bruising marks on your flesh. he takes a fold of skin, sucking it between his teeth in hopes of leaving an imprint.

“m-more… feels so good.” you drawl out, feeling his digits prod at your entrance. you attempt to push your hips back against him, but he pulls away.

“pretty girls are patient, you can wait a moment, can’t you?” he coos in your ear, tongue running just barely on the edge of your jaw.

you nod, and at that moment he began to insert two fingers into your dripping slit. you bite your lip, eyes flitting close and you let out a low whimper.

he began to pump his fingers swiftly inside of you. you didn’t get a moment of rest, his fingers almost instantly finding that one spongy spot that makes you crumble on the spot. your eyes roll back in their sockets and you struggle to keep still.

his hand comes to your waist, squeezing it tightly as a silent order to stay still. but you just couldn’t, the way he constantly abused that sweet spot of yours had your consciousness doing cartwheels.

your abdomen festers with warmth, and the heightening pleasure was nonstop. however, you began to fall to pieces after he brings the hand that was on your waist down to rub on your clit. your breath hitched, pleasure hitting you straight through your head and your mind blanks out for a moment.

you go limp, panting for breath. your hazy mind takes a couple moments to come to, but you make out the dull rustling of scaramouche’s pants and the sound of his belt being unbuckled.

your eyes look back at him, all misty and fuelled with lust. you can feel his hands coming up to your jaw, pulling your body into a pretty arch as he carefully begins pushing his length into you.

drool pools underneath your tongue and at the corner of your lips, your eyes locking onto the ceiling with the hopes of being able to grasp reality. your sensitive walls clamp and flutter around him, sucking him and alluring him further into your intoxicating arousal.

you writhe and scramble underneath him as he began to slowly thrust in and out of your tight cunt, fingers begging for purchase against your desk, hands balling into fists from the immense pressure in your lower reason.

a cold hand runs down your spine, lulling you to somewhat relax as scaramouche begins to ruthlessly slam into you. you mewl out, claiming that it’s too much for your current state. despite this, he continues, knowing that he’s the only person that can properly push you past your limits.

you tried to tune out the lewd, squelching noises coming from your own cunt, but at this point it was the only thing you can hear. it spurred you on, taking your pleasure to new heights and making your every limb weak. the only thing that was keeping you upright was scaramouche’s hand on your jaw.

you swallow harshly, feeling his thumb caress your windpipe and softly press down for a moment. his touch was searing, leaving iron hot imprints in your mind on how he felt; how good his cock felt ramming into you, how you only needed him to have your needs fulfilled. you were utterly drunk on the mere thought of him at this rate, your mind and body responding to him and him alone.

“come on? where did your noises go?” he chuckles, stuffing two of his fingers into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue, making you let out a muffled choking sound. “doing so well… tell me, tell me how much you love taking my cock, how much you love being used by me.”

you whimper incoherent noises around his fingers, your drool now dripping down his wrist as his fingers brush against the back of your throat.

“l-love your cock, i love it so much… want more… i wanna cum, please— please let me cum, pleaseplease?”

your head is pulled back even more, just enough for him to look into your eyes. you struggle to hold eye contact, but you try your best despite your waterline being brimmed with tears from your gagging and tears of pleasure.

“awe, my little cockdrunk whore,” he spoke in amusement, speaking to you in a condescending tone. “isn’t that right, love?”

you didn’t know what was right or wrong anymore, you couldn’t make out anything from your distinct senses, almost being brainwashed from how good he was pounding into you. the harshness of his thrusts accompanied by his humiliating words send your mind and body into a frenzy.

in this moment, you were dumbed down to nothing more than a cocksleeve for his own satisfaction. his thrusts continue to plough into you with force, his cock feeling like it’s splitting you in two. you simply felt so immensely fulfilled by him that you could probably live on this, and only this, for the rest of your life.

“yours… i— love getting fucked by your cock… ‘m yours… i’m— fuck!” you curse, a loud, broken moan following suit as your orgasm tears through you, slick coating his cock as you come undone on him.

scaramouche bites down on your neck, hard enough to draw a drop of blood. this was a futile attempt at composing himself, as you could feel his grip tightening on you as he panted into your ear, breathy moans bleeding into pathetic whimpers.

“oh, fuck… you feel so good. my personal little slut, am i right?”

you nod wearily in response, a broken cry leaving your mouth as his tip bruised against your cervix. his released his grip on your jaw, instead going to grab onto one of your hands and squeezing tightly. your head lolled forward, hair getting in the way of your vision.

a string of slurred curses were muttered breathily beside your ear, his hips stilling inside of you as he came, thick ropes of his cum leaking into your womb. he groans, finally pulling out after what felt like gruesome hours.

he wipes your drool covered chin for you, turning you around and kissing you lovingly, admiring the abused state he reduced you to. his hands travel around your body, palm resting against your cunt to make sure none of his cum went to waste.

he has you up against the desk still, your legs wobbly and struggling to keep your body weight supported.

“do you think you’ll let this slip under the radar?” he teased, softly resting his head in the crook of your neck, planting featherlight kisses on the now bruised area, causing you to let out a soft noise.

“maybe…” you mumble with a chuckle, wincing at the sharp pains plaguing your legs. “can we do this again… sometime?”

he takes a moment to process your words, but then you can feel his smirk slowly grow against your neck. his body surges with adrenaline, and it’s not long at all before he’s hard against your thighs again.

“sometime? how about now?”

you can hear the grin spreading on his face, his hands gripping your thighs to lift your up on the table, pulling your hips closer to his. he rubs his messy cock up against your slit, humping against you eagerly.

and who were you to deny such a request? you were his cockdrunk slut after all.

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