#bustafellows scarecrow x reader

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AHHH I cant wait i have to write some bustafellows content soon, and if you have played the game you shoulddddd I love itttt Shu is so hot 🥹👉👈

Bustafellows Season 2 Promo CG'S

[mightykell]

Cause You’re the Right Person (so it’s the right time)

Summary: “What did you just ask me?” You looked at your boyfriend in confusion, not quite comprehending the words that he had just asked you.

Scarecrow swallowed, the sound creating an audible noise as his mouth suddenly felt extremely dry. It had taken courage to even ask in the first place, and repeating the question just seemed…embarrassing. “Have you ever, you know, masturbated before.” Word Count: 4.4k words Ao3 link

“What did you just ask me?” You looked at your boyfriend in confusion, not quite comprehending the words that he had just asked you. 

Scarecrow swallowed, the sound creating an audible noise as his mouth suddenly felt extremely dry. It had taken courage to even ask in the first place, and repeating the question just seemed…embarrassing. “Have you ever, you know, masturbated before.”

You blinked at him owlishly, a blank expression on your face as you processed the fact that no, you didn’t mishear him after all and yes, this was something he was asking you. You tilted your head to the side, looking at him with confusion still prevalent on your features. “Yes? I mean, at our age, hasn't everyone?” 

“Can I watch?” At his words you froze, thoughts racing. 

“W-What?” You couldn’t help but stutter out, you could feel the heat rushing to your face the longer he looked at you. You always knew that your boyfriend was a pervert, hell it was something you had realized about him the first day you met, but you weren’t expecting him to suddenly ask you that, especially considering the fact you both hadn’t crossed that stage of intimacy…yet. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, but it would have been the first time for both of you, and so you both had decided to take your time with it. That didn’t mean that you didn’t have those urges, but it wasn’t anything you could handle alone at night, voice muffled. 

It was then that he seemed to realize he had voiced that question aloud, and a bright red blush quickly filled his face. “Ah, I wasn’t trying to be a pervert but I just, the thought of watching you make yourself feel good is honestly so attractive, and I feel like we are ready to finally cross that road together, but there was probably so many better ways to start this topic other than–”

“Sure.” You said quickly, interrupting him.

He immediately stopped talking, voice dying on itself as he stared at you like a fish out of water. “Are, are you sure?” 

“Only if you do it too.” You told him, blushing heavily. Though honestly, the thought of you both masturbating to the other, in the same room, well….it was a turn on. 

It took Scarecrow a minute before he was enthusiastically nodding his head. “Yeah, of course that makes sense. Fair is fair and all of that…” He had trailed off, embarrassment and giddiness filled his face. You both just kind of looked at each other, and you couldn’t help but rub your legs together slightly, feeling the excitement building. 

“So, should we head into my room?” You asked him, looking at him nervously. 

“Oh, uh right! We definitely should not do that here, even if all the other guys are out of the house right now.” He rambled, standing up from the couch in the living room and offering you a hand. 

You smiled at him, accepting the offered hand and standing. “The rooms are all soundproofed right?” You had asked, and then quickly followed it up with, “If anyone were to come home early, I don’t want them to hear uh…us.” You finished although rather meekly. 

At the thought of the others getting home early, Scarecrow's eyes darkened and he looked over your body fully. His mind was already in the gutter and he could already picture you laying in your bed naked, moaning his name loudly and gasping. “They are definitely soundproof.” He spoke, his voice taking on a husky edge. 

You nodded her head quickly, just the look he was giving you already had you feeling wetness between your legs. This was going to be a new and exciting experience and, hopefully, it would lead to more than just mutual masturbation. “Well, come on in.” You told him, opening the door to your room and leading him in. It wasn’t the first time he had come in here, though it would be the first time he came in with less than pure intentions. As a last minute thought, you quickly locked your door behind you. Limbo and Helvetica had a bad habit of just walking in. 

You both were standing in the middle of your room now, timidness flowing from you both. You were both clearly excited, (though in Scarecrow’s case it was more…visually apparent), but neither of you knew where to start. You especially didn’t want to just get naked and jump to it. It was then you made a decision. 

You walked closer to Crow, placing a hand on his chest and slowly pushing him towards your bed until he was sitting on the edge of it. He blinked up at you in confusion, before he quickly got the hint and he moved further onto the bed, gesturing for you to come closer. 

This was familiar territory, you both had had plenty of makeout sessions already on this very same bed, and so the actions weren’t too different. You made your own way onto your bed, stopping once you were sitting in Scarecrow’s lap, breaths mingling while you faced each other in anticipation. You could feel the beginnings of his hardness already touching you and you couldn’t help but grind down slightly, enjoying the shocked huff of breath that he released in return. 

You brought your lips closer, first kissing his forehead, then his cheek, and then finally connecting your lips. It was then that Scarecrow began to take more control, for this was a dance the two of you knew well. He brought one of his hands to rest of your waist while the other moved further down, cupping one of your ass cheeks through your shorts. You let out a soft moan at the feeling while wrapping your own arm around his neck, hands moving to play his hair as the kisses the two of you were sharing began to get messier. 

Scarecrow swiped his tongue against your bottom lip slowly, asking for entrance and you complied easily. You opened your mouth slightly, allowing the kiss to get wetter and messier while you slowly began to grind down on his fastly growing hardness. He let out the sweetest whimpers into your mouth all the while his grip on you was becoming harsher. 

After a few moments of simply kissing he pulled away slightly, his brown eyes dark in lust as he looked at your kiss swollen lips. He tugged on your sweater and you quickly got the hint, leaning back slightly in order to lift it and throw it somewhere across your room. Now, you were sitting in his lip, just clad in your red bra and shorts. You looked at him, pouting slightly. “Take yours off too.” You told him, slightly shocked by how husky your own voice sounded. 

He smiled at you, quickly moving to throw his own green shirt away from him as he looked at you. “Your wish is always my command.” He told you, a small smirk playing at his lips as he looked over your newly exposed body. 

You could feel yourself flushing, and not wanting to be outplayed you put more pressure into your arms and pushed, causing Scarecrow to land on his back and you to be fully straddling him. You shot him a small, cocky smirk before lowering yourself. You placed a chaste kiss against his lips before you moved towards his neck. Placing an alternate pattern of soft kisses, and hard bites on his pale flesh. All the while, you were enjoying the noises you were getting out of him. 

You always liked it when Scarecrow would be vocal, the sound of his breathy moans, his grunts, the sound of his pants, all of it only fueled the fire to turn you on more. You bit down on the junction of his neck and shoulder, hearing his pained gasp of pleasure before you began to gently lick at the bite, apologizing without words. It was then you moved slightly down towards his chest, licking, kissing, and sucking at the skin to leave his pale chest covered in your own love bites. 

Some people might say that hickeys are distasteful, but when the act of creating them causes your lover to whimper and moan under you, you couldn’t seem to understand what exactly was so distasteful about it. What was so wrong about planting a physical memory directly onto the other's flesh? You were about to continue with your actions before suddenly you found yourself on your back, looking up at your boyfriend who had flipped the positions. 

“Fuck, you really don’t understand what you do to me.” His voice was deep, the skin on his chest and face flushed as he looked down at you. 

“I personally think you look rather pretty like this.” You told him, a hand rising to trace down his chest and over the marks you had made. You looked him in the eyes as you continued to let your hand go lower and lower, before finally rubbing it against hsi fully erect member. 

He let out a hiss before leaning down, going straight for your chest. He let out a small grunt, deciding your bra was in the way but instead of unclasping it and taking it off, he simply brought a hand up and pulled it down, exposing your breasts to the world. 

You let out a small sound at the cold air suddenly rushing over your chest, but it was quickly replaced with a moan as you felt him latch onto your breast. He was licking softly, the warm wetness of his mouth causing goosebumps to appear on your skin. You couldn’t help but arch into his touch, and you could feel the smirk appear on his lips. 

“Fuck, Crow it feels so good.” You moaned, lifting a hand to weave into his hair so you could pull lightly, causing a moan to leave his own lips. He lifted a hand up to touch your other breast, pinching and pulling at the sensitive nipple while he continued to lather his love on the one currently in his mouth. He was biting, sucking, pulling, and all the while you could feel yourself becoming wetter and wetter. It was to the point where you were uncomfortable still wearing your shorts, but at the same time, if you shifted your hips just right you could get some friction from the denim rubbing against you. 

You heard him chuckle, no doubt realizing what it was you were doing before he shifted. He released your breast with an audible ‘Pop’ sound before moving on to the one he had just been playing it. The second he put the warm wetness of his mouth over your nippled and sucked, you couldn’t help the loud moan that had escaped from your lips. “Crow please.” You begged and you could hear him chuckle. 

“As much as I would love to touch you, I believe we came in here with different intentions.” He said, a smirk playing on his lips.

You couldn’t help the huff that left your body, a part of you was hoping that he had forgotten why you both had originally come into your room and started this whole scene, but you simply pushed him off of you, quickly unhooking your bra and sliding it off, and then moving down to unbutton your shorts and get rid of them (and your underwear) in much the same manner.

You watched him suck in a breath of air at seeing your fully exposed naked body laying before him. You looked into his eyes, slowly trailing one of your hands down your chest and finally to your own warmth. You teased yourself lightly, letting your fingers trace around the lips until you lightly brushed against your clit, feeling the spasms of pleasure. You let your head fall back, your lips parting as a moan left your mouth before you looked at Scarecrow once again, spreading your legs wider so he had a full display of your movements.

“Oh fuck.” He said, throwing his own shorts and underwear off before spitting into the palm of his hand and touching his own dick, hissing slightly at the feeling. His eyes stayed peeled to the sight in front of him, and he could picture himself moving forwards, pushing your hands away and pleasuring you himself; but, he stayed back back, simply adding more pressure to his own dick.

You watched him, eyes half lidded as you continued to slowly rub circles on your clip, your other hand coming up to play with your breasts. You pinched and squeezed at your nipple, rubbing and twisting at the hardened nub. You threw your head back, picturing Scarecrow being the one touching you as you listened to his own moans across from you. “Crow, right there please.” You begged, speeding up the motions of the hand that was currently pleasuring yourself. 

The hand that wasn’t currently stroking his dick was clenching your blanket, as Scarecrow continued to just pleasure himself while looking at you. He could see the wetness glistening on your fingers, down your thighs, and slowly pooling under you. He licked his lips, picturing himself leaning in and licking a thick stripe up your pussy, could practically taste your wetness on his tongue. It was then he noticed your next movements. 

You had smirked, watching how he couldn’t tear his eyes away from your core. Normally when pleasuring yourself you didn’t like to insert anything, would much rather focus on the feelings of pleasure that comes from your clit rather than insertion, but you were aching for his thick cock to come fill you up, so there wasn’t thing wrong with trying to tempt that situation out of him. 

You slowly inserted one finger into yourself, feeling the tightness of your walls while you let out a groan at the feeling. You couldn’t help but let your eyes shut, arching your back. “Please, Crow you feel so good.” You moaned out, moving your finger to rub at your inner walls, imagining it was Scarecrow who was the one touching you. But a single finger wasn’t enough, you had clearly seen how long and thick he actually was, and your hands were awfully small. You added another finger, a choked moan leaving your throat as you slowly began to scissor yourself open, feeling the stretch and the softness of your own walls. 

“Crow, fuck touch me there. Oh god you feel so good, deeper please.” You moaned out, the mental image of your boyfriend being the one to touch you strong, fed by his own moans and quiet mutterings. It was then that suddenly your hand was removed from your warmth. You let out a whimper at the feeling of the loss before suddenly you felt a warm wetness sliding into you. 

You opened your eyes in shock, a loud moan escaping from your lips as you looked down to see Scarecrow fucking you with his tongue. You could feel the muscle moving within you as your thighs were being held firmly down, and the moans that were leaving your lips were loud. ‘It’s a good thing I asked about the soundproofing.’ You belatedly thought, moving a hand to grab his hair and pull as he continued to eat you out. 

“More, please please more.” You begged him, pulling harder on his hair. Scarecrow then let one of your thighs go, and lifted his hand towards your mouth. He looked up at you, eyes blown out in lust. 

“Suck.” He ordered, and without pausing you leaned forward and caught his fingers in your mouth, letting your tongue run over the digits as you worked at coating them with your silvia. The contrast between how Scarecrow normally acted, versus how he was currently acting only fueled your arousal more. It was extremely attractive to see your normally meek and excitable boyfriend in a different light. 

“Good girl.” Scarecrow said, taking his hand away from you and wasting no time and slowly inserting one of his own, much thicker fingers. You couldn’t help the gasp that left your lips as he slowly worked on prepping you, taking his time with the single digit before adding another, scissoring you and slowly taking you apart. 

You could feel your own orgasm building, that familiar feeling of tightness spreading in your lower body and spreading with urgency. All it took was Scarecrow leaning down and licking at your clit, sucking on the sensitive numb to completely throw you into your orgasm. “Fuck fuck fuck, Scarecrow don’t stop.” You said, body arching and the grip on his hair becoming tighter. Much like you requested, he didn’t stop his movements at all, if anything they became more hurried. It wasn’t until you had come down and was whimpering in over sensitivity that he slowly moved back. 

You looked at him in confusion, reaching forward and grabbing his arm to keep him from completely moving away from you. “Where are you going? Aren’t you, well…Aren’t you going to fuck me?” You asked him, tilting your head as you breathed heavily, your body still wrecked with pleasure. 

“Oh, I uh, I wasn’t sure if you wanted to go that far. But, if you’ll let me then…” Scarecrow trailed off, his dick still painfully hard and a part of you felt so soft at the fact that he was willing to focus only on your own pleasure and ignore his own. 

“I definitely want to. I’m ready, and I want it to be with you.” You told him earnestly and he flushed a deep red, nodding his head. 

“Well, in that case let me grab a condom.” He told you, stepping away from the bed to walk over to his abandoned pants so he could grab his wallet. Opening it, he reached in and pulled out a condom and you couldn’t help the laugh that left your lips. 

“Planning ahead we’re we?” You teased him, enjoying the pouting look on his face. 

“I simply wanted to be prepared for the possibility that…this might have led to something more.” He huffed back, though there was a teasing lilt in his voice. You couldn’t help but smile softly at him. 

“Well, I appreciate the thought.” You told him simply. It was then Scarecrow began to walk back over to you, before crawling back onto the bed. 

He made quick work of opening the condom, though it took him a second to put it on correctly since well, it was his first time and no amount of porn videos exactly prepared him for the proper condom usage. He then looked at you, stroking himself slightly to make sure he was at full mast. “I just want to double check, are you sure you want to do this?” 

You looked at his size, feeling slightly intimidated before nodding your head. “I know it’s going to hurt, but I also know it’s going to feel even better. So yes, I want to have sex with you Crow.” You felt yourself blushing but considering everything you two had just done, the confession shouldn’t be too embarrassing. 

“I’ll try my best to make it not hurt, though the fact you already came should help since your muscles are already relaxed.” Scarecrow said, nodding his head and slowly spreading your legs once again. He paused for a second, reaching up to grab one of your pillows and move it to be under your hips. He nodded, feeling satisfied with the positioning before he positioned himself, lining his dick up with your entrance. 

He slowly rocked his hips forward, pushing into you while gasping at the warmth enveloping his dick. You yourself were moaning, the feeling of being stretched open by his dick was so different compared to his fingers or tongue, and you were trying desperately to keep your body relaxed. It surprised you slightly that there wasn’t an extreme amount of pain, unlike the stories you had read online, but it was a pleasant surprise. 

It took only a few moments before he was fully sheathed inside of you. Scarecrow stopped moving, allowing you time to get used to the feeling of his length inside of you before he began to slowly rock his hips in small movements. He would pull out just slightly, before pushing back in, fucking you with the most gentle motions. 

The feeling of the drag of his cock on your inner walls had you grasping at your bed sheets in pleasure, though it almost felt like he was teasing you with his small movements. You understood of course what he was trying to accomplish, but that didn’t mean you wanted him to treat you as if any amount of pain would break you. “Please Crow, fuck me harder.” You groaned out, and that was all it took. 

Scarecrow nodded his head, placing his hands on your elevated hips and pulling out almost completely, to where it was just the head still inside of you before thrusting fully. You let out a choked moan from the sudden difference, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer. 

“Jesus, you feel so good. You’re so warm, so tight. All of this, just for me.” Scarecrow babbled, not really thinking about any of the words he was saying. He continued to thrust into you, the speed increasing ever so slightly. 

Even though he was already hitting into you so deep, you couldn’t help but crave more. “Crow, deeper. Please please fuck me deeper I need you so badly.” You begged, the words leaving your mouth accompanied by your moans. 

It was in that moment you let out a noise of surprise as you were suddenly no longer laying down. Scarecrow had pulled out of you completely, but before you could mourn the loss he had moved so that you were sitting on his lap facing him, much like you had been when the two of you had been making out earlier. It was then that he pulled your body close, one hand going to his dick to realign the head to your hole, and the other one pulling you close so he could have your body plush against his own. It was then he finally pulled you down, and the moan that left your mouth was loud, an incoherent babble of just his name and begging. 

In this new position his cock hit even deeper than before, and you could think of nothing except for how filled you were. And once he started moving, you were practically gone, completely swept away. The only thing you were able to do was wrap your arms around his neck, holding on as much as you could while he fucked into you as if you were nothing but a cocksleeve. 

You had to have been leaving scratches down his back with how much you were holding on to him, but neither of you truly noticed nor cared. Pleasure was the only thing either of you could think about, and the sounds of the room were just skin slapping against skin, and the melody of each other’s names being sung as if they were hymns. 

“Holy shit, I’m so fucking close. I’m gonna cum, wanna cum in you so bad.” Scarecrow panted, the words slurring from his lips as he pistoned into you even harder.

“Please, please cum in me Crow please I need it, I need you. I’m so close, oh my god don’t stop.” Your voice was getting higher and higher as you were chasing your orgasm, and then suddenly it was like a thread being snapped. You let out a loud whimper as your body suddenly froze, and you came. It wasn’t long after that Scarecrow followed you, thrusting deep into you and cumming. He bit down on your shoulder in an attempt to stifle the moan leaving his lips as he slowly fucked you through the both of your orgasms. After a few moments he finally pulled out of you, laying you down and sliding the condom off, tying it and throwing it into the nearby trash can by your desk. He moved sluggishly, sliding back into bed with you and covering the both of you up with your blanket. 

You immediately snuggled into him, wincing slightly at the soreness in your body. You felt a kiss on your shoulder, the one that he had bitten onto, and could feel his silent apology. “That was amazing. I love you Crow.” You told him, reassuring him that you both had made the right decision. 

But of course, you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t take the opportunity to tease him slightly, even if you were basking in the warm afterglow. “So, hopefully your curiosity if I masturbate was satiated.” 

“Buh I—“ A series of different emotions flashed across Scarecrow's face before he rolled his eyes in mock annoyance. “Whatever you liked it just as much as I did. And, for the record. I love you even more.” He then pulled you closer, and sure both your bodies were covered in sweat and other fluids, and you were both littered in bite marks and hickeys, but you personally couldn’t have imagined either of your first times being any different. 

Omake

It was the next morning, and you had just left for work, Scarecrow smiling and seeing you returned back to the living room to walk over to his desk. You had been the first of the house guests to leave that morning, so the others were still going about their morning routines. 

“So, Crow. Sounds like someone was having fun yesterday.” Limbo called out, a shit eating grin on his face.

Scarecrow froze, but then relaxed. Even if one of them had came home early, it wouldn’t have mattered. Every room in this house was sound proofed, he was sure of it….or well, he was about 80% sure of it. “I’m not sure what you mean.” Scarecrow replied, deciding to play dumb. 

It was then that Shu suddenly spoke up. “You really want to play that card?” He asked lazily, raising an eyebrow. 

Following Shu, Limbo opened his wallet and slapped a five dollar bill into the respect jar. He then raises his voice into a higher octave. “Oh Crow, deeper please.” He mimicked Scarecrow's embarrassment.

“AaaaHHHH I DONT WANNA HEAR IT!” Scarecrow exclaimed, running out of the room and to his own bedroom. Escaping from the sounds of laughter behind him. 

First plan of action, call in some contractors and make sure the rooms are 100% soundproofed.