Pest Like Hat Jingles? (Scaramouche x Reader)

Chapter 10: Savor it, Remember it

Summary: Scaramouche is pulled into his tent to rest and your ordered to watch him by the Fatui skirmishers stationed at his camp. When he wakes he offers a bit of kindness before remembering it's "your fault" he's hurt. You also get caught and Scaramouche is amused at how gullible you were. He would never allow you the upper hand

⚠️TW: forceful actions and slight NSFW⚠️
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Scaramouche lets his hands run over your upper chest, planting a kiss on your collar bone. The Harbinger's hands stopped just above your breast, "I'm going to touch you now, alright?" With a flushed face you nodded and turned your head away. Scaramouche smirked at your shyness that appeared of all a sudden and let his hands firmly grip your breast "Fucking beautiful," he licked his lips and dragged one finger under your breast before stopping. "A mark here," he moved his finger to the other "And here..." The harbinger brought his eyes back to yours with a slight smirk "Would look absolutely lovely on you Y/N, even holding myself back now is too difficult." You moaned when he brought his lips back to yours while he kept massaging one breast with his free hand.

Scaramouche couldn't help himself, you were just so perfect under him this way. To think that you were so disobedient only a few days ago, now to only respond and mewl to his touches. Fully compliant and his to do whatever he felt complied to do His hand reached for his shorts and pulled them down slowly when he pulled back to let a warm breath fall upon your lips. You both stared at each other with darkly lust filled half lidded eyes, Scaramouche let his eyes wander over your entire perfect being "Archons you're perfect," he let his shorts fall to release his painfully erect member and began to kiss your neck. You wrapped your arms around his neck and closed your eyes at the pleasurable love bites when he stopped suddenly, letting out a harsh whisper against your neck "And for that I must devour you," Scaramouche's palm rested against your thigh applying slight pressure gesturing you to open them more for access "Now be a good girl and spread your legs for me." And so you did

It had been a little while since the blade was pulled out of Scaramouche's back. The Fatui skirmishers had taken care of him, apparently some have healing abilities? They had gathered around him and quickly went to work, with ease the gaping slash was gone. The blade was placed on his desk, you didn't exactly know why the skirmishers left it for him to see. Scaramouche wouldn't be happy to see what a treasure hoarder managed to land on him. The fact that one had the upper hand for a moment. They mentioned Scaramouche would only be sore after treatment, a Fatui's abilities were mind blowing. Healers weren't exactly common but not exactly rare either. To see it in person right in front of you was a unforgettable experience. They way the blood had disappeared and became nothing. The gash left from where the blade was removed healed in seconds. Astonishing and curiosity had plagued your mind although you would never be able to do it yourself. Either way it was just now you sitting in a chair and looking at the resting Harbinger. You focused on his chest and the short breaths he was taking, chest rising and falling with each one. Even now he seemed as hauntingly beautiful as you remember, his hair was ruffled slightly and fell upon his face. His breathing was slow and he seemed to be in a decent sleep. Mumbling occasionally to himself, you tilted your head trying to understand but it was too difficult. He seemed to be dreaming about something, whether it was a good or bad dream was also something you couldn't figure out.

Although you were hesitant your hand came to brush his bangs across his forehead. Only his brows furrowed in response

You could leave, run and he wouldn't catch you. The Fatui skirmishers wouldn't think anything of you walking away from the camp. But Scaramouche still had a upper card against you, Su. So you decided against trying to run away, merely pulling your hand away from him. Other than that there was no reason for you to be kind to the bastard