Punishment|Scaramouche (smut)

Punishment

An: Hopefully you enjoy it. I worked hard on this! Sorry if it's not to your liking. 🙌🏽
*Character: Scaramouche/Kunikuzushi
*Summary: slacking off of your duties as a harbinger backfires.
*Tags: smut, NSFW, gender-neutral reader, rough sex, oral, blowjob, m. receiving, spanking, LOTS of degradation, dom Scara

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Tears well up in your eyes as his length hits the back of your throat repeatedly. He had a firm grip on your head and your hair was a mess. Your knees were most likely bruised up from the hard flooring.

"Are those tears I see? You are pathetic." He cooed as he fucked your face. "Is my fat fucking cock too much for you?" He chuckled, throwing his head back. Causing his blue wispy bangs to move out of his eyes.

Being a fatui harbinger comes with a lot of responsibility. You were well aware of this and tried your hardest. Recently, however, you started slacking off and disobeying orders. Or in the balladeer's words, just acting plain out bratty.

After weeks of this happening, Scaramouche decided he was done. He was livid. He has had enough of your antics. The only next step was punishment.

He laid a firm smack on your ass causing you to jump. "Oh, you're such a fucking whore. I can see your nipples hard through your shirt. Does this turn you on?" He scoffed. His harsh words only turned you on more. You wanted him. You needed him.

"Of course it does. I always knew you were a little slut. You're probably the biggest whore in all of Inazuma." He smirked as he smacked your ass again. Your poor behind was red and bruised up from all the force.

You could no longer breathe. You pulled away, and a line of hot stringy spit dragged from his cock to your mouth. Earning an annoyed groan from Scaramouche. You gasp for air, trying to slow down your breathing. You look up at him with teary eyes, awaiting some sort of insult.

"Who said you could stop? This is a punishment. You stop when I say you can." He scowled.

"I couldn't breathe." You snapped back and darted your eyes away. Scaramouche leans close to your face and grabs it with his hand. "You still want to act like a fucking brat? Isn't that what got you into this situation?" He narrowed his eyes. You had no choice but to make eye contact with him.

He let go and backed away. "Now," he grabbed a handful of your hair. "Stop fucking talking and suck.my.cock." He thrusted into your mouth after each word. Your mouth was going to be bruised after this session. You loved every second of it. He was unable to hold back. Your mouth just felt too good around him.

"I bet you want me to touch you, don't you?" He cooed. You hummed in agreement. Your mouth was full of cock, there was no way you could speak. "You just want to be fucked like a good little pet. You want me buried deep inside you. You want to cream all over my cock." He teased you.

"Guess what though? That's not going to happen. I said a good pet, you're definitely not that." He jested. "You're going to have to find some other way to get off. Maybe ask someone else. You're a whore, you should have no problem doing that." The balladeer sneered.

Eventually, Scaramouche got close to the edge. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth. His moans hastily turned into whimpers. His thrusts started getting sloppy. "Fuck...I want you to swallow every last drop of my cum. Don't waste anything." He breathed out. He was engulfed in the pleasure. 

You focus your attention on the head of his cock, the part you knew he was the most sensitive at. His breathing speeds up and he pushes your mouth all the way on his cock. Hitting your throat, a hot load coats the back of it.

His knees buckle and his orgasm takes over. Sweat drips down his face and he forces his eyes closed while throwing his head back. "Ahh...take it all." He hummed. You obey his orders, not wanting to anger him. You let the thick warm substance fall down your throat.

"Open your mouth." He said grabbing your jaw. You open and stick your tongue out. "Good." He smiled coyly, letting go of you. "Now," He said pulling his shorts up "Get to work. If I get word or catch you slacking off again, I won't go as easy on you as I did today."

"Yes sir." You nodded. He stopped and stood in front of you. He placed a kiss on your lips before walking away.
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Sorry if there are any spelling/grammar errors.