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Ever since you joined RED, you were treated like something of a child. It was worse when you first joined, but it has gotten better. You weren’t treated how you wanted still, but that's okay. Everyone was nice for the most part. The only major problem you seemed to be unable to get rid of was Scout. He was constantly nagging you, berating you, and just straight up insulting you. Sometimes he was more playful, other times he was quite the bully. Sniper told you it was because he was both sizing you up and building you up, preparing you for the “hard shit.” Bullshit, you called. He was just mean.
There had been multiple encounters where he was behaving this way. More than you could count, you’d argue.
For example, there was one time you happened to trip while out on a mission, scraping yourself up in the process.
“God damn it, (Name)!” Scout called as he ran past your fallen form, dirt caked on your knees. “Get tha hell up! This ain’t no time to be havin’ a damn picnic!” He gripped your arm with enough force to leave future bruises, yanking you upwards and back on your feet after you had tripped. “Jesus, how many times have I gotta tell ya to do shit?” He remarked, running past and leaving you up to your own devices.
Then there was that time you knocked over a bowl in the kitchen and it shattered.
He was quick to yell at you. “Fuck, kid!” He yelled, his arms raising up in disbelief at the mess of shattered glass on the floor. “Honestly, how many times d’ya need to fuck up before you get your shit together?” He threw you a dustpan and brush, shaking his head as he walked off. “Clean that shit up, ‘kay? Sheesh.”
…And that time where you accidentally walked into Scout’s room while he was changing.
“Jesus (Name), can’t you remember where your own damn room is? D’ya have the memory of a goldfish or somethin’?” His accent was thick, but so were his muscles. You managed to avoid staring long enough to cause questions, but a part of you knew that he knew how you really felt. Nonetheless, he continued insulting you before physically dragging you out by your arm and leading you to your room. He even opened the door for you. “Does the adult toddla need anythin’ else?” He mocked, his voice switching to one you’d use for a baby. “How about a bottle? Maybe a binkie?” He asked, keeping up the act. When you told him to shut up and shut him out of your room, you could hear his heavy footsteps walk away as he chortled, laughing at you. That’s all he ever did— laugh at your humiliation and fuck ups.
Then there was today. You had just lost an important piece of paper that was entrusted to you. You and the other mercenaries had been called in for a small meeting, seeing as the paper belonged to Engineer and it was an important part of a future plan. It held the blueprints to a design he was going to build.
For this one, Scout was much more annoyed with you than Engineer was, which was strike one. Strike two was when he said you always did this, saying how you were unable to be trusted with anything. Strike three was when he called you a kid.
You weren’t sure why it upset you so much to be called a kid, seeing as he always called you “kiddo.” You figured it must have been because of the current circumstances in which he did, plus, he used it like an insult instead of a nickname this time.
At that point, you finally spoke a piece of your mind. You scoffed, rolled your eyes, got up in his face with a pointed finger, and began to insult him, letting him know that he had fucked up many times as well. You weren’t the only one who made mistakes, and oftentimes, his mistakes were bigger than yours. After that, you proceeded to call him a man child who threw a tantrum every time something didn’t go his way.
You managed to shut everyone in the room up, except for a few snickers from Demoman and Sniper. Scout wasn’t sure what to say for once, stunned by your attitude. By the time he started to make a comeback, you apologized to Engineer and retreated to your room to let out some steam and avoid another outburst.
When you slammed your door, you threw yourself on your messy bed and screamed into the nearest pillow. You slammed your fists once and lifted your head just enough to lay on the pillow with a soft, relieved sigh. It was only long enough to regain some of your composure, but not long enough to dwindle your attitude by the time Scout came barging in.
“The hell was that all about?!” He yelled, closing the door behind him with a click of the lock that went unnoticed by your own ears.
You groaned loudly, grabbing the sides of your pillow to cover your ears.
“Ohoho! Now you wanna ignore me afta such a crazy outburst?” He ripped the pillow from your grip and threw it across the bed, away from your reach. “The fuck has gotten inta you?”
“Me?” You sat up, your back against the headboard. “ Excuse me for having enough of your constant bullying! Thought I might stick up for myself for once seeing as how you seem to get off on being such a dick! Tell me, Scout, do you always pick on newbies?”
He scoffed in disbelief at your character right now. “Oh, wow, look at that! She’s still goin’ everybody!” He waved his arms up in the air at an imaginary crowd before hollering at the door. “Seems like princess ‘ere is on ‘er monthly cycle! Watch out or she might-“
You jumped at him and tackled him to your bed. He landed with a surprised grunt, the springs of the bed bouncing with the combined weight of you both. As you straddled his hips, you tried to pull, tug, and scratch at anything that was in reach as he tried to prevent you from doing so. Finally, after a moment's struggle, he flipped you over so you were under him. He swiftly grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, using both hands for extra reinforcement.
“Get off me, you oaf!” You barked, wiggling underneath him like a captured fly.
He grunted, applying his weight to keep you steady. “Not when you’re movin’ like that I won't!”
You stopped moving, purely out of a lack of breath. Your eyebrows creased, glaring at him as you mumbled halfhearted obscenities. “I’ll spit in your face if you don’t move.”
“Think I’m afraid of a little spit, princess?” He smirked.
Challenge accepted.
Before you could launch a spitball at him, he moved one of his hands to slap it over your mouth. The other was still occupied with holding your delicate wrists down. He raised an eyebrow, his grin still present on his stupid face. “Well?” He asked.
You huffed through your nose right before spitting out your held spit, letting it get on his hand and dripping right back on your lips. You mumbled something and started moving your head, your eyes clenched shut as you realized how gross it was starting to feel.
“You’re dumber than I would’ve thought,” he laughed, applying more pressure to his hand over your mouth. “You really thought I woulda let ya spit on me?”
You groaned in annoyance, finally stopping your struggle completely. You looked up at Scout with your big puppy dog eyes, pleading for him to let you go. He didn’t fall for it, though. He knew your game and what you were playing at.
Scout’s grin grew. “You wanna leave?”
You nodded, eager for him to get off of you so maybe you could kick him in the balls and run out of your room and hide elsewhere.
“Alright, I’ll make a deal with you then,” he snickered, “Say, ‘I’m sorry, sir’ and you're free ta go.”
Your brows furrowed at such a request. For a split second, you could feel your pussy throb in excitement and curiosity, wondering just how far he’s willing to take this bit. Both of you always knew you were attractive if your lingering touches and gazes were anything to go by. Despite his constant bullying and mean comments, he would agree with anyone that you were more than a little attractive. Maybe that’s why he picked on you so often— he didn’t know how else to flirt.
You shook your head and hummed a “no.”
“Suit yourself. I could stay here all day, toots, an’ I know for certain that you can’t. You’ll prob’ly start cryin’ before nightfall.”
You huffed. A brief silence fell between you two, something of a stalemate. You watched as his eyes shifted back and forth from your face, lips, neck, and jaw. He was taking in all of you, at least all that was currently available to him.
“C’mon, this can all be over if ya just say it.”
You deadpanned. Fine. If it meant he would get off of you, then there shouldn’t be any harm. Plus, it was quite thrilling to be forced to refer to him in such an honored way. You sucked your pride up and nodded in agreement to his deal.
He raised a brow, suspicious. “Alright, ‘m gonna lift my hand, and you’re gonna say it. If ya don’t, it’s goin’ right back on and you’ll be stuck here.” He slowly raised his hand, some of your saliva still stuck to him. He wiped his hand on your cheek, your fluid smearing.
“Eugh! Scout!”
“What?! That’s your spit, not mine!” His free hand hovered over your mouth, ready to clamp back down any second should you go against the deal and try something sneaky. “Well? Say it.”
You groaned. “I am, I am! Give me a second.” You avoided eye contact with him, the proximity becoming a little much for you. Combined with the fact that he was making you apologize and call him “sir” was throwing you for quite a loop.
He laughed. “Aw, is the wittle baby suddenly shy? Can’t do a simple task?” He leaned in a little closer. “This is why I have’ta put you in your place, princess. You have trouble doin’ such simple things. You need someone like me— a man to help teach you what’s right and wrong.”
Both your heart and breath went up. You tried to clench your thighs, attempting to quell the throb that was growing stronger by the second.
“That isn’t…that’s not true,” you breathed out.
“It isn’t? Well, then, why don’t ya prove me wrong, toots? Just say it and I’ll get off, you got my word.” He crossed fingers as if to prove to you that he wasn’t lying.
You grumbled. “Ugh, I know, let me just..” you breathed in deeply, preparing yourself for what would come after you said what he wanted to hear so badly. “I’m sorry for lashing out…sir.”
Something in his eyes changed and he was suddenly a different person. He was still the same Scout above you, the same idiot with an even dumber smile, but something…deeper, something more carnal seemed to have come up to the surface.
His smile grew as his eyes lidded. “C’mon, I know you can say it betta than that.” He applied more pressure to his hold on your wrists, making you yelp in discomfort. He could feel himself growing in his pants, your pathetic noises and pleas doing nothing but get him off.
“That wasn’t part of the deal! I literally said it, so get- get off!” Your cheeks were flushed and your skin was growing hotter and hotter.
“I never said I would immediately get off, now did I?”
“Scout! That’s unfair, that’s not how it works!”
“C’mon! Just say it with more, I dunno, sincerity. Be a big girl and suck it up.”
That went straight to your cunt. You could feel your own juices coating your heat in arousal, Scout’s rude insults and humiliation doing more than just piss you off.
“I’m sorry for lashing out at you in front of everyone, sir.” You bit your lip, tugging at it to distract yourself from the excitement in his stare at the expense of your pride and ego. “Now get off!”
“Sure you want me to do that?” He pressed even harder on your wrists, his other hand slowly wrapping around your throat in the process. “‘Cause it seems to me that you’re liking this more than ya let on, princess .”
You whined, the pain from your wrists and the pressure around your throat was all felt as an erotic mixture between pleasure and discomfort. It’s been too long since you’ve felt this way. Too many nights spent alone in your room trying to get off on choking yourself and fucking your pussy with your slender fingers. It would never compare to the real thing above you, eager to dive into this as much as you.
“Scout,” you started to grind your hips upwards, desperate to feel something, “please.”
“C’mon, we’re havin’ fun! Just one more, c’mon!” He watched you intensely, his eyes never leaving your flustered face. “Say, ‘I won’t do it again, daddy!’” He squeezed your throat as a warning.
You whimpered and let out noises of protest, not particularly fond of this game of his. Nonetheless, it’s not like you had much of a choice with his hands holding you down. “I won’t do it again, daddy.” Your breathing was ragged. “Okay, let me go, Scout! No more, this isn’t funny!” You couldn’t help the way your hips so desperately moved against your bottoms, searching for any sort of friction to satiate the burning heat in your panties.
He laughed, some tears coming to his eyes like it was the funniest thing he’s ever seen and heard. God, you were pitiful. “I don’t know who this Scout guy is, but he sounds like a dick. Last time I checked, you knew my name, so why don’t ya say it? I’ll even give ya a hint! It starts with a ‘D.’”
You felt tears come to your eyes, frustration and unease boiling in your blood. When a tear managed to slip past your eyes and slide down the side of your face, you could see Scout bite his lip in anticipation. The pressure around your throat increased. You could feel the tightness swell up and the burning sensation throughout your muscles, enough to make your heart slam faster against your ribcage.
“Daddy,” you choked, “please let me go.”
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, starting to grind his own hips into you. The tent in his pants was obvious, straining against the confines of the material. You could both feel and see it, his length not scary, but impressive. “C’mon, you know you want this as much as I do.”
You couldn’t deny that. As he moved himself against you, you matched his pace, the two of you setting a rhythm as you dry humped one another. Your pussy was hot, wet with arousal and gliding against your panties as the bulge in his pants seemed to stiffen even more. The two of you locked eyes, some of your tears still sliding down your face as the rest began to fade. You were still embarrassed having been reduced to such a state. He made you call him such names, made you submit to him, yet you still wanted to feel his touch against your skin. Though, this would have to do for now. The friction he was providing you with couldn’t possibly match how his cock must feel, but it was still great and sending you into bliss. Scout must have felt the same way if his concentrated face was anything to go by. His grip on your throat was enough to restrict your airflow by a considerable amount, leaving your mouth slightly ajar as your eyes rolled to the side. You could feel your heart in your throat, the sides of your vision beginning to blur. Scout never let up, only quickening the pace of his hips as he went further into his pleasure. You could feel a knot begin to twist in your stomach, this one much different than the usual nausea you'd get when being forced to see Scout on a day-to-day basis. The only thing that was unchanging was that he was the one causing it, only this time it was in undeniable pleasure. You mewled as you felt yourself get closer to the edge, the noise not going unnoticed by your personal bully above you.
"Gonna cum, girlie?"
You tried to nod, but only gave a small "mhm" as confirmation. He laughed, picking up the pace as his grip tightened. The sound of his laugh and the nickname he gave you was just enough to tip you over, your climax hitting hard and fast. You felt your juices soaking through your panties as you rode out your orgasm on the tent in his pants, the waves of pleasure rocking back and forth over your body.
Scout pulled back from your form, releasing his hold on you. The tent in his pants was still painfully obvious. "Get up."
And you did, like the good little girl that you were. You did as he said and sat up on the edge of the bed as he unbuckled his pants, pulling out his hardened cock. Precum pooled at the tip, urging you to taste it.
"Well? Don't just stan' there, get to work or I'll tell everybody just how much you like bein' bitched around." He held himself with one hand, inching himself towards your lips as you opened up, eagerly inviting him into your wet mouth. You greedily took all of his length into your mouth, leaving only some of the base exposed until you wrapped your hands around it. You heard Scout groan, his hands entangling themselves in your messy hair. "You like daddy's cock, don't you, (Name)?"
You hummed, bobbing your head up and down as a mixture of your spit and his precum dripped from your mouth and fell down the rest of his length. Using it as lubrication, your hands made work of what was left exposed as your mouth sucked and licked at all that wasn't. With each pull out, you'd wrap your tongue around the head of his dick, making sure to lick at the underside and prod at his hole, earning you a tight yank from your scalp. When you whimpered from the sting, you felt Scout twitch in your mouth before grabbing hold of your hair tightly and guiding your face. His hips aligned with the rhythm of your head, forcing you to take more than what you initially did. You could feel his cock slide in your throat before being quickly pulled out, tears forming in the corners of your eyes once more as you concentrated on not choking.
"Look at me," he said, never once stopping his administrations. When your eyes met with his, he let out a pleasured sigh, never once taking his gaze off of you. Your beautiful lashes were wet with your tears as he fucked your face harder and faster, eager to see them spill across your cheeks again. He loved the site of you so helpless and submissive before him, so eager to listen. He loved it even more when you cried, a sign of you being pushed to the limit. He never got to see this from you on a regular basis, so this was quite the treat.
With a final thrust inside your throat and a jerk of his hips, Scout released his sticky load inside your throat. You could feel it slide down as he held your face against his crotch, your nose touching his pubic bone. He made sure to leave you with each and every last drop, waiting until he softened to pull out, a string of saliva and cum connecting him to your swollen lips.
You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand as he held you there, admiring your sorry state. "Enjoy that much? Y'know, if I had known insulting you got your rocks off, I woulda done this sooner, toots."
"It doesn't!"
He laughed, letting go of his hold on your hair as he tucked himself away in his pants. "That sure as hell don't explain how hard you came back there. 'Daddy!'" He mocked.
With practiced stealth, you grabbed the once discarded pillow and hit his face with it, making him stumble. Honestly, it seemed like nothing would get him to shut up. Having done this with him only added to your list of problems. Not only would you have to deal with his constant bullying, but you would also have to try and keep this a secret between the two of you, granted he didn't run off and tell everybody before you had any say about it. Though, you wouldn't mind him doing that if it meant being humiliated just a little more.