relationship status: friends w benefits ???
male reader
(not the requested one,, this is a completely diff story that was stuck on my mind for some reason)
every warning above LMFAO
(short oneshot)
"fuck..! you inazuman dolls are really something else-!"
you gulped down a moan, your mouth clenching onto your face harshly to leave marks due to the pounding in your asshole by a fatui harbinger you made fun of earlier. look at you. you towered over the puppet of the raiden shogun, yet here you were, getting railed butt naked as he fucked you with full clothes on (his pants unzipped to showcase that pale large ass dick) from dinner to breakfast. oh, the hat's gone btw.
making you lay flat on your chest made it hard for you to even see what kind of lube he was adding to make your ass softer for his dick, or even if he was feeling any pleasure in this. fucking you doggy style and using enough of your energy to last in loosing all that fat during dinner. other than you panting in exhaustion, spurting out insults towards him (which probably fired him up), and cumming more than 3 times in a day— you were the only source of sound of midnight. if this was the kind of 'training' scaramouche had to go through, he was good at keeping quiet.
tired moans escaped your lips as scara came into you for the (probably) 500th time in the past 3 hours of being in bed with him. your ass was dropped down back onto the bed, causing it to shift. you can hear scaramouche shift off the bed, but you were too tired and the feeling of your ass burning up only made you feel weaker than before. it was pathetic. looking weak in front of the balladeer after he fucked your brains out over and over again.
"fatui messenger my ass. you're not even strong enough against me." scaramouche pulled the front of your hair from behind, raising up your head as he sat on top of you.
he pushed your head back down, allowing you to gain back constant breathing through your lungs, letting you rest as he changed into some off a loose t-shirt and the basketball shorts you wore before getting railed by him.
you layed on your back as you watched him strip right before you. his toned back was visible, his small little as cheeks you playfully grab sometimes to tease him.
"oh my fucking god scara."
you threw your head back as scaramouche scoffed upon seeing your boner lift up at the sight of him. you heard him climb back into bed with you from the bed creaks, moving your legs to both of his sides as your tower glorified him. just one touch of his fingers got your dick already twitching.
both of his hands rubbed up and down your dick over and over. impatiently, you wrapped your legs around him, pushing him forward. he fell forward a bit, his lips contacting the tip of your dick. he glanced up to you with a glare, seeing your lewd face already getting worse. he got right to work either way.
your hand went up to your face once more, hiding a huge ass blush as he began a slow work of sucking your dick, leaving kisses and small licks on the tip before fully deep-throating it. your breathing paced up, your head curled backwards on the pillow as you felt him going faster and faster.
"oh shit- awh~ don't— fuck!" your back arched, feeling yourself cum into his mouth.
a sigh left your lips as you heard a pop as scaramouche lifted off your now returned sized dick. you watched him swallow it down when he lifted his head up, his throat lump going down. he wiped his mouth with his wrist, then crawling on to of you. a grunt came out of you once he dropped on your chest, a steady breathing coming back.
you lifted him up to the side of your face, noticing his tired look as he began drifting to sleep. you hesitantly patted his head, watching him soon fully lay in sleep.
you found yourself staring at him, which made you think.
'inazuma dolls really do sleep like a baby doll.'
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