“Mph~ P-please” Scara whimpered as he gripped at the fabric of your shirt.

Scara usually was so cold and composed. He never begged for you.

You’d come across a shady shop on the way home. You bought him some brownies innocently, Never expecting them to have aphrodisiacs.

To be fair, you didn’t know until after he ate them.

You we’re distracted for a moment. Then, you feel his breath ghost the back of your neck, hugging you from behind.

“Cmon! It hurts so bad…I-I need you”