Teyvat's treasure~ male Genshin impact x reader oneshots

Jealousy (part 2) ~ Scaramouche

!Smut Warning!

Degrading words and pet names used, Dom/Brat relationship as well as some swearing.

As he lay half naked before me, I could tell this was the closest I would ever get to- no anyone would get to see him like this, almost vulnerable except it wasn't his heart that he was showing to me. His willingness to submit himself to the pleasure I could give him gave me a little thrill to have this sliver of power over him.

I decided to take advantage of it while I could- by doing something unexpected. I quickly tugged at the top of his clothing pulling him down to my height and lunged in for a kiss taking him completely by surprise. His surprise lasted a split second before he quickly regained control and immediately deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth with a force that made me groan, his hands wound their way deep into my hair gripping the back of my head with just enough strength for me to pull back from the kiss gasping for air.

"Don't be a fucking tease" he growled in my ear. "Finish what you were going to start". He didn't need to explain for me to understand what he meant. He straightened himself back up against the desk. I once again settled between his legs, his boner hadn't gone down once since I had kissed him which made it oh so much easier for me to wrap my hand around his length and give it a few testing pumps. He let out a little hiss of pleasure and I looked up at him coyly before placing my hands slowly and deliberately behind my back and spreading my legs a little in what I knew would be an erotic pose. I knew Scaramouche got off more when he felt his partners were at his mercy, and as bit of a masochist myself I was only too happy to provide myself to him. He looked at me with an approving glint in his eye, but his face remained impassive. I guess I need to try harder then...challenge accepted. Without removing my arms from behind my back, I dropped my head back down, licking a stripe from the base of his shaft to the tip before confidently swirling my tongue over its head. My saliva was running down the shaft in reems and I took him all in at once, his dick hitting the back of my throat with surprising force.

I felt his hands begin to tug at the roots of my hair before going taunt at the back of skull holding my head steady, just the way we both liked it. Using me for his own pleasure. 

A particular movement with my tongue had him suddenly shuddering above me and his hands left my hair much to my disappointment.

One of his hands was gripping the desk tightly, the other covering his mouth to stop his moans escaping. His breathy groans grew more heated as I continued to suck him off. His eyes were closed, and head lolled back obviously enjoying it but not wanting to show me the power I had over him and I would be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying this.

I don't know where the sudden burst of confidence came from, but I found myself speeding up and deliberately applying more and more languishing strokes with my tongue down his shaft in order to bring him to his peak more quickly but still slow enough to deny him his orgasm. I knew I was treading in dangerous waters now. He knew it too as his face twisted into a scowl.

"Oh?" he sneered "You must really want a span-"

The sudden rise of chatter from outside the tent made me flinch in surprise. I hadn't expected anyone to be around his tent and I instinctively moved by hands from behind my back pushing him off me.

I felt dread pool in my stomach as I realised what I had done. I bit my lip nervously and glanced up at him, but he didn't seem mad that I had stopped even though I had denied him his orgasm, more amused in fact. uh oh.

"Something the matter kitten?" Scaramouche cooed with a teasing smirk. 

"My apologies lord" I averted my eyes, instead training them instead on my saliva that was slowly dripping off his dick. Archons.

I felt a fresh wave of heat run through me and I shifted my thighs together ever so slightly, trying not to give away my obvious arousal. The idea of someone walking in on us turned me on even more.

His sharp gaze noticed my little action and his smirk grew wider.

Damn this bastard. 

"Unless you want them to watch...?" I didn't say anything in response, and he took my silence as confirmation. 

"Dirty slut." he chided. 

"Get up" He ordered, and I stood shakily to my feet. He grabbed my arm and turned me around so I was now facing the desk.

"Bend over" he demanded, and I immediately obliged positioning myself on the desk so that he had a clear view of my ass. More importantly I was facing the entrance of the tent, in clear view of anyone who might happen to enter. 

He leaned forward and grabbed my throat roughly, the feeling of his thumb lightly grazing my pulse point before pressing down combined with the feeling of his hard on pressed flush against me only made my heartbeat more erratic and the feeling of his hand around my neck lightly squeezing only made my moans grow louder.

"If you moan any louder slut then I won't be responsible for the person who comes in to investigate and finds me fucking your slutty body senseless."

There was enough of my saliva from earlier that made an easy lubricant as he positioned himself against my hole before easing himself in. My hands gripped the table so hard my knuckles were turning white as he started to move. Slowly at first to get me used to him then as soon as he knew I had adjusted he picked up the pace, his hips slapped against my skin with every thrust as he slammed himself into me again and again. I could feel my climax rolling towards me in waves and I had no time to warn him before it hit me.

I saw stars as I came. The combined pressure around my throat and the way he was pounding into me mercilessly had me undone. My legs started to shake as I rode out my orgasm, his continuous pounding starting to overstimulate me as he too tried to reach his peak.

I clawed the desk in desperation, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm me.

"S-scaramouche" I managed to cry out through half lidded eyes, my drool running down my chin.

"Fuck" he gasped, hearing his name on my tongue seemed to be the tipping point as I felt my insides fill up with his cum. He pulled out right after, his cum still leaking from me and dripping down my legs. We both panted in exhaustion, and he caressed the small of my back soothingly- his own way of checking on me.

He walked over to where I had taken his shorts off him earlier before picking them up and putting them back on. 

"W-where are you going?" I asked. He didn't reply and left my line of sight.

I was still bent over the desk my breath coming in short pants, my wobbly legs barely holding my weight when I felt the brush of a cool cloth against my skin making me jump a little in surprise. He chuckled but used the cloth to wipe both our fluids off me before tossing it into the bin by the desk and watching me as I picked up my clothes off the various places on the floor and starting to put them on.

I finished dressing in a comfortable silence, his eyes on me the whole time. My shirt just needed closing at the back, and I glanced at him in a silent request. He sighed and walked over to me.

"What are you going to tell your friend when you see him?"  I had almost forgotten the reason for having been brought here in the first place. His fingers nimbly doing up the buttons on the back of my shirt.

"...that I can't be friends with him anymore?" I replied meekly.

"Good girl, you're learning. Maybe I'll reward you more in the future if you keep it up". I could definitely detect the smugness in his voice as he said that.

The arrogant prick. 

I wasn't too pleased that I could no longer interact with my friend, but it was worth it if I could keep having sex as great as that. I only needed Scaramouche and as long as he only needed me, I could happy.

A/N: Happy Birthday to me! Here's a little present (long awaited I think) 🥳

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