The Joker | Scaramouche

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a/n: this bonus chapter continues after 07 | bath of shame (mild nsfw)

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"Well, now you have someone who thinks you are an eye candy," Y/n proudly huffed. "They must be blind to not see a piece of art right here!"

"Shush..." he whispered, half his head underwater. Bubbles popped on the surface and Y/n smiled at his embarrassed state.

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Y/n gazed at the adorable boy in front of her, his face adorned in roses and his ears sprinkled with a light shade of pink. Though half his face was in the water, his downcasted watery eyes told everything. She remembered how cute he was when she first saw Kunikuzushi, not the harbinger but the wanderer, and she didn't think he would be this goddamn cute.

You know about the "I shouldn't be too greedy" talk...

She reached for Scaramouche's cheek, her hand half submerged in the water. She slowly lifted his head up and saw the glistening pink lips. So enticing yet unattainable.

"Fuck."

Scaramouche raised a brow, alarmed at how husky her voice came out. His finger lifted and touched her wrist, about to grab it. Y/n responded reflexively and pulled away hastily. The touch was scalding against her cool skin. It reminded her of what not to do.

Do not give in.

"Was that you revering my face again?" He teased. He placed an index finger on her pursed lips, his face mere centimeters away from hers. "Just so you know, I haven't lost yet." You are playing right in my hands, he thought.

Do not give.

He was referring to their little "game." Now if he hadn't secretly sworn on his harbinger title, he wouldn't have to worry about losing.

"Oh really?" Y/n scoffed. Her lips pressed against his finger, pushing it towards his lips. They were a finger apart and the heat got to the both of them. Scaramouche was astounded at how soft and warm her lips felt yet the rage of letting her get to him consumed him.

He wanted to ravage her.

Do not.

"No..." However, Y/n pulled away and slapped her face. The impact shocked them both. She shook her head, splashing water everywhere. "Control...control..." she said to herself with deep breaths, her cheek a flaming red. Her heart rate was spiraling out of control and her skin burned from the tip of her lips. Suddenly, she was more aware of Scaramouche's presence than before and instinctively propelled herself backward.

"Are you fooling me right now?" His tone raised incredulously. For some reason, he seemed mad.

Y/n gasped as his hands held the side of her bare arms. Her breaths became shallow as he slowly leaned in, his eyes boring into hers. She squeezed her eyes shut. It was her fault. She brought this upon herself. If only she hadn't provoked himー

"Never do that again." A soft touch to her red cheek cut her thoughts. He was stroking the area she had slapped herself ruthlessly without hesitation a minute ago.

"Do what?" Y/n asked breathlessly, her eyes sneaking a peek at the man in front of her. He was now staring at her face with a complicated expression. What was it? It seemed to be a mix of melancholy, bitterness, and... loneliness?

The way he looked at her. It was as if he was trying to console himself through her.

He did not respond to her question and laid his forehead against her shoulder. They stayed like that for a minute when Y/n felt a wet sensation tingle her neck. Slender hands held her waist and she was thankful she had wrapped his clothes around her. Despite the thin cloth covering her body, Scaramouche pressed his palms all over her. A small moan let loose and he took it as an initiative to grope her chest as his teeth marked her neck.

Seriously, how is he actually good at this?

"Do you know what you're doing right now?" Y/n whispered.

Scaramouche smirked in response. She couldn't see his face but she could feel his wide smile on her collarbone. "Doing you?"

Let him feel and taste her once and he will do it again. She had to stop him before things got out of hand.

Y/n rolled her eyes. "Real slick. Get off me since you ruined the moment." She placed her hands on his firm chest, resting it there for a brief moment, and pushed him away. Scaramouche felt her hesitation and smiled knowingly, a hand on the imprints of her fingers. The warmth soon faded and was replaced by a chilly breeze.

"Get out unless you want a cold," Y/n removed his clothes and tossed them at his head. She shamelessly walked to her clothes naked as Scaramouche removed the clothes she draped over him. The sight of her naked body immediately made him turn his head down at the water.

"Pfft...is this the same man who said he was doing me?" She couldn't help but laugh as he muttered "shut up."

She put on her clothes swiftly and shook the water off her hair like a dog.

"You look like a dog."

"Excuse me?" She grunted, giving him the stink eye.

"A loyal dog. One that I would love to own." He climbed out of the lake, his body in full view. Y/n took in the sight before her and relished it. It isn't every day you get to see a fair young man naked.

"Why are you looking at me like that...?" He shivered at her intense gaze. Y/n coughed and turned her head, lightly blushing.

"Nothing..." Bigger than I thought. She kept the last few words to herself. "So who won?"

"Why is that even a question? Of course, I did," he stated confidently. "You didn't even play as my servant to the end properly."

Y/n made a sound, one of being reminded of something. "Forgive me, my lord. I forgot my duty wasn't over. Is there one last thing you would like to request before the hand strikes midnight?"

The time was in fact, a minute away from hitting midnight. Under the moonlight, Y/n kneeled before the Balladeer and held his bare hand. He was shirtless but she tried not to care. Her eyes focused on his eyes, which were now looking down at hers.

"One last wish, is this what this is?" He scoffed.

Y/n nodded.

"Then...tell me what Joe Mama means."