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Race car driver Scara x G!n Reader

synopsis — scara is a professional race car driver and winning first place continuously has made him rather cocky. you decide you need to put him in his rightful place...under you. content warning — nsfw, bottom scara, degrading kink, slight praise, cocky reader, gender neutral (reader has a cock, view it as a strap on or amab), can be viewed as established relationship or fwbword count — 1.3k

The gentle hum of the remaining cars vibrated against your ears as you made your way toward the garages. Your pants felt tight as the wind sent your skin on fire, feeling even more on edge than usual. Seeing Scaramouche's cocky smile on the big screen had you squirming in your seat. You wanted nothing more to wipe that smirk off his face and have him whimpering beneath you.
You smiled as you came upon the garage, the name of your target written across the doors.
You nudge your shoulder against the smaller door beside the large garage, making your way inside. It was dimly lit apart from a strip of lights above, iluminating a sleek purple car. Next to it stood Scara, still clad in his jumpsuit, propping the hood of the car open and bent over to peer inside.
"Hey," you greet, making your way behind him and grabbing at his waist. His ass was right on your bulge.
"I was beginning to think you weren't going to come," Scara muses, dropping the tools he was holding and letting himself be spun around to face you.
You undo the latch holding the hood up to shut it, pushing him up so he's sitting on the hood of the car. His legs instinctively wrap around your waist as they have multiple times before. It was a habit now.
"How could I not after your win today?" you murmur into his neck, grinning as he digs his nails into your shoulders at the proximity.
"First place," Scara hums, "New record broken today. My fourth win in a row," he says, a grin on his face knowing his words will rile you up.
"You think you're hot shit, huh?"
"And if I say I am?"
Scara went quiet as you moved one of your hands to reach over and trace his jaw, your thumb gliding down his skin. He let out a breath as you leaned down to capture his lips with yours, caressing his hips with every kiss as you let your bodies mend together. You used your other hand to reach behind and undo the zipper on his jumpsuit, his bare back on display.
You bit down on his bottom lip, causing Scara to buck his hips forward to rub himself on your bulge.
"So fucking greedy," you said as you pulled back to catch your breath, a string of saliva connecting your two lips. Scara's lips were swollen from abuse, cheeks a heavy pink, and indigo hair disheveled more than usual due to your handiwork.
"You're hard too," Scara comments, hands coming over to palm your bulge.
"Like hell I'm letting you have cock this early," you remark, peeling down his jumpsuit so his upper half was bare. His nipples were erect and his body shivered from the sudden cold. His cock was stood up against his stomach, already excited from the little friction you granted him. Pathetic.
"Well do something," Scara grumbles, the cold air only making his cock more erect.
"If you beg like the good boy you are I just might," you grin, swiping your thumb across his bottom lip, "Go on then."
Scara's cheeks were dusted pink as he looked away from you, squirming in his seat.
"Please relieve me," he mumbles.
"Look at me," you instruct.
He sighs and locks eyes with you.

Please touch me, y/n," he begs with his brows furrowed out of embarrassment.
"See, now that wasn't so hard?" you hum, pulling down the remainder of his jumpsuit along with his boxers, "Is that better?"
"It's fucking cold."
"I'll warm you up then," you easily say, pressing your knee in between his bare legs, the denim of your jeans rubbing against his bare cock.
"Fuck," he groans, leaning back on the hood as his heels dig into your back. He brings a hand to his mouth, stifling his moans as you slow down your pace.
"Are you embarrassed your competitors will hear you moan?" you tease, "What would they do if they knew how unraveled you became after every win?"
"Shut up!" Scara stammered, eyes shut as he bucked his hips up at your touch.
Scaramouche looked absolutely blissed out. His hair is a mess, his eyes are lidded, his cheeks are flushed, and his mouth...he's bitten it so hard from muffling his moans that his lips are now red. You want nothing more than to see them wrap around the head of your cock.
"Kneel," you breathe out, removing your knee from his crotch and pulling him off the hood as he whines at the loss of touch.
"On the dirty ass floor?" Scara complains.
"Dirty floors suit dirty boys like you," you reply, watching as his naked form gets down on his knees. He looks up expectantly from the floor, causing your cheeks to prickle from the position.
Your fingers work their way to undo your jeans, letting Scara eye your cock. His lips unconsciously parting open at the sight.
"What are you waiting for?" you question, gesturing to your cock, "The faster you get me going is the faster you get a cock in your ass."
"Do you ever shut up?" Scara mutters, reaching up to grab ahold of your cock in one hand, taking it into his mouth as his other hand pumps his own cock.
"Is sucking me off getting you going?" you tease, guiding his head onto your cock, tugging at his hair.
It was an overwhelming feeling, your dick engulfed in a tight heat. The softness of Scara's hair carding through your fingers. Scara's lips looked so pretty wrapped around the head of your hard cock, his eyes unfocused as he jerks his own dick at the same pace he bobs his head on yours.
You almost come just by looking at the way he sucks you off.
Scaramouche wantonly drags his tongue along the head of your dick, his head tilting as he does so. He looks up right at you as he does this, eyes getting watery at your thick length.
"Fuck," you gasp as Scaramouche swirls his tongue around the tip.
Scara moans and the vibrations of his voice send shivers up your cock, causing you to thrust further into his mouth. You fuck his face, keeping your gaze glued onto his indigo eyes. Your ears were fixated onto his needy moans, so much so that you could feel a heat in your lower abdomen come to life. You could feel your legs growing weak.
"That's enough," you gasp, pulling your cock out of his pretty mouth despite being close to climax. You wanted to cum inside of him goddamnit.
Scara looks delirious as he starts panting at the loss of your dick, his hand still lazily pumping his cock at the lack of touch. You catch your breath for a moment, the bliss of the momentary high taking over you.
"Get on the hood," you swallow, pulling Scara up. His knees were wobbly from the pleasure as he staggers a bit but lets you bend him over the car with ease. Someone was quite needy.
"Your going to watch yourself get fucked in the reflection of the front window," you smile in the midst of your lustful haze. You grab ahold of his waist and dig your nails into his unmarked skin, guiding his ass onto your cock.
You look up to see the reflection of his dazed out face in the front window, his eyes rolling back as you do nothing but tease his hole with the head of your cock.
"Such a shame to see your newly polished car about to be ruined by your cum," you whisper into his ear, kissing the nape of his neck as he flushes at the implication.
"Can you just get on with it?" Scara complains, impatient as always.
"I'm gonna take my time with you," you murmur, slowly inching your cock inside of him, "Do you want me to let you finish or not?"
"Obviously," Scara grumbles.
"Then let me slow it down for you this time..."