Thread by @tinylethologica

#scaralumi nsfw 🔞 slight dubcon, ft. sexbot scara being just a little mean to lumine.

His mistress, Lumine. So innocent, so foolishly naive, that he could laugh himself stupid about it for an entire day and it would still not be enough. The woman who’d decided that

the poor, lost droid just had to have a place to call home, flung open her doors so carelessly when she’d helped him inside. And now look at her, clinging onto him as his fingers find that weak, soft spot inside of her drooling cunt—

a sudden thrust, pushed right up to his knuckles with a filthy, wet slap against her folds. This, combined with his thumb furiously circling her clit, Lumine comes with a wail, a violent arch of her back against the beige wall of her apartment.

She’s so /easy/. Scaramouche lets out a sharp laugh, luxuriating in how the sound reverbereates in the empty space of her living room, cutting silence into shreds. An encroacher, meddling where he’s not supposed to be. “More?” he asks.

“N-No,” Lumine pleads, drool running down her mouth, panting. Shrinks into herself again to press her back to the wall, legs wobbling, muscles gone weak post-orgasm.

Her hands are still slung over his shoulders, braced against the back of his neck to keep her from crashing onto the floor; that, and his palm cupping between her legs, fingers still deep in her, enjoying the occasional twitch when he keeps tracing over her swollen clit.

Slow. Deliberate.

“Enough, Scaramouche—”

“—oh, but I have to show my proper appreciation,” he says, smirking. Her fault anyway, for taking him in without asking any questions. Foolishly kind. “And this is the only way I know how. You know how it is, with my programming.”

Lumine whimpers as he carefully pulls his hand out, and just because he can, he makes sure to drag his fingers against the spongy flesh, knowing full well she’s too sensitive to enjoy the contact. “I—I’ve never heard of an android capable of overriding his human’s command.”

/His/ human, huh. Scaramouche rather enjoys the implications of those words. So he could have something too, instead of just being had.

“I’m a special model,” he lies, inspecting the clear fluid that’s clinging onto his hand. His cock pulses between his legs, hard even without his permission. Good thing there’s a willing, pliant body right in front of him then, Scaramouche thinks with a sneer.

He can indulge himself just like the humans do.

“A specialized line. That’s why,” he explains impatiently, “there’s functions that wouldn’t normally be present in your average sex bot, mistress.”

“I already told you, I don’t need this service—”

He takes advantage of her open mouth to shove his fingers inside her mouth, pressing down on her tongue, heedless of the sudden bite of her teeth. Pain was something he was quite used to, anyway. Lumine gurgles, eyes widening in shock as he says, “Suck.”

A moment as they regard each other, her eyes confused. But then her tongue obediently laps at his hand, saliva mixing with slick, the fluids leaking out from the corner of her lips. He retracts his hand from her mouth.

“Swallow,” he says evenly. Lumine blinks, confused again,

but does as he says, throat rippling with the movement. /Easy,/ Scaramouche thinks with a sneer as he shoves down his shorts, his member springing out to slap her thigh. Takes himself with the hand that’s wet from her preparation, tugs once, twice.

Lumine is trembling against him, her breasts swaying slightly with every shaky inhale and exhale. He takes a bud into his mouth as he teases her fold with the tip of his member, bumping against her clit. Lumine’s thighs tense, clamps down,

and he hisses at the soft smoothness of her inner thighs. Her hand flies to the back of his head, fingers weaving between his synthetic hair. Palm hot against his scalp. “I already said,” she begs, tugging at his hair, “I don’t need—”

Breaks off into a moan as he slides himself into her, already so used to her protests at this point that the words are mere background noise, like the static of broken speakers.

“Just enjoy yourself,” he says amusedly as he releases her nipple. A blow of cool air across the wet nipple and her mouth clamps shut, cunt tightening around him. Ah, she liked that. He steadies his hands at her hips, digging his fingers into her hipbone.

Surely hard enough to bruise, and he revels in the idea, that he alone, of all the other androids out there, could do this to a human. That he alone has the power to think for himself, to use the humans as they’d used him, beginning with this woman too kind for her own good.

“Otherwise,” he continues cruelly, thrust himself up to the hilt, ignoring how she chokes, writhing at the sudden fullness, “I’d be the only one having fun then, /mistress/. And that wouldn’t do, would it?”

[end.] (for now?)

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