BUTTERFLIES, but not the good kind || Scaramouche x f!Reader

What One Calls Love

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Frozen in shock, (Y/N) again felt the same overpowering sense of helplessness as her eyes widened in response to his sudden action. However, before she could get away, his hands cupped her cheeks, forcing her face to stay in place. Against hers, his lips felt incredibly smooth, almost velvety, and his scent was dizzying as butterflies danced through her stomach, more restless than ever before. The longer his lips remained on hers, the more she began to enjoy it, and before realizing it, her eyes had fallen shut, and she kissed him back. Bringing her hands up to his hair, she could feel the warm tickle of his breath on her nose as they breathed each other in.

Emotions swept over her like a hurricane as she clung to him as though he was her lifeboat, the only thing preventing her from drowning inside the consuming, deep tides of darkness.

His kisses started slow and gentle, lighthearted, but grew increasingly more passionate and heated as she melted into him. His merciless mouth parted her trembling lips, evoking feelings she had never believed she was capable of experiencing as she allowed his tongue to slip in between her teeth. He kissed her for a long time, but it felt too short once they had broken it off, and she longed to feel the warmth of his lips again.

When he finally pulled away to allow her to catch her breath, she had to gasp for air. As he rose to straighten his body, which (Y/N) realized must have been in an incredibly uncomfortable position the entire time. "For your first time, that was surprisingly good...," he murmured. As he stared at her kiss-swollen, slightly parted lips, she could see that a subtle flush had stained his pale cheeks. "Sit on the desk," he ordered. Despite his voice sounding quite harsh, she quickly followed up on it because she did not care. All she wanted was to feel him again.

In a heartbeat, his hands were on her neck, pulling her in again. He kissed her deeply and passionately, exploring her warm mouth with little licks and sucking on the girl's tongue after she followed his lead and willingly began to use her tongue as well.

Can someone be addicted to a feeling? She wondered because if so, she was probably addicted to this one. It was so unlike anything she had felt before, and—especially from the Balladeer—it felt surprising and different. He was able to show her such affection, something she had not anticipated. Unlike the last time they had been intimate, this time felt loving.

Why were his kisses and touches so full of love? So full of honesty? Unlike the last time when she could not escape, this time, she did not want to. This time she was fully conscious, and her body's reactions and thoughts were positively aligned.

His hands had found her waist, forcing her to the table's edge as his hips leveled with the surface. He pressed himself against her tightly, causing her to moan into the kiss.

Ignorant of everything but her current happiness, she wrapped her legs around him, putting more friction between them. The electricity kept her mind focused while all she felt was him; all she wanted was him.

Soon it again became uncomfortable for Scaramouche as his pants became tighter and tighter due to his growing bulge. Meanwhile, his restless hands rushed to undo her top. Both of them were breathing heavily when the Harbinger finally couldn't take it anymore and lifted (Y/N) up with his hands on her ass. Then laying her down on the bed, and in a matter of seconds, he had climbed on top of her, his lips smashing into hers again—one hand pinning her down and the other trailing down her body, making her tremble. With each kiss they shared, the world around them spun faster.

Scaramouche's leg slid between her legs, and she found herself yearning for any friction and shakily grinding against it. He hummed in amusement at her desperation, and the vibrations against her mouth sent shivers through her nerves.