Dissimulate||Scaramouche

Special Chapter (2/3)

What if you have met Scaramouche in different circumstances and even chose to get married?

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Warning: Sexual Tension⚠️

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Bodies pressing against each other, tongues fighting for dominance and hands all over the other. Straddling his hips you both huffed and puffed having an intense make out session. Below you was Scaramouche hands barely above your waist, sometimes coming down to rest against your thighs, groaning from time to time when he felt you grind against his awfully tight pants. Your lungs screams for air, complying to what it wishes you two separate much to your fiancé's disappointment. 

Panting, you slightly thrown your head back when you felt kisses peppering your neck as you allowed the man to gain more access to mark what's his. Humming you tugged on his hair as you felt him suck on that certain spot, releasing a quiet sigh when you felt him pull away. Scaramouche took the time to admire the marks he left on your shoulder, staring at it with pride. Scaramouche soon pulls you towards him for another kiss while sneakily slipping you out of your clothing but you stopped him from going any further.

"My love, as much as I love the pleasure you're giving me this isn't the right time or place." Scaramouche only groaned in annoyance. You two are alone inside your office, blinds closed and the only source of light is the lamp near the sofa. Your clothing and hair was messy from the previous long make out session you two were doing. "We can't stop now after you've made me so hard..." He whispers beside your ear before pressing you down onto his crotch. Indeed he was hard but still chose to decline his advances when he tries to dive in for another kiss. 

"Na ah, not today love. We may do it after the wedding." His brows furrows, he truly was impatient. There was no day where he won't get all affectionate with you. After he proposed he became touch deprived. Sweet and innocent kisses turn to make out sessions, make out sessions turns to throwing each other's clothes off, throwing clothes off turns to fucking. Time and place doesn't matter to him which made you greatly embarrassed whenever the two of you do it semi public.

 Scaramouche sat displeased but sighs afterwards before pressing a kiss on your forehead. "Fine, if that's what you want." A small smile makes way to your lips before pecking his lips. A smirk soon appears when he suddenly towers over you, your back pressing against the couch. 

"But you still have to find a way to fix my problem"

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Hands on your waist the two of you strolled around buying clothes and such. Scaramouche used his money for all the items that you wanted. He knew you hated when a lot of money was spent on you. You tried to use your own money but Scaramouche always beats you to it, he always finds a way. He was spoiling you so much that it hurts your brain.

"Scara, you know I can pay for myself." You frown when he used his own money again for all the expensive stuff you wanted. "I know, but today I'll be the one to treat you." You huffed, crossing your arms before throwing him a look. "No, seriously I got this." Rolling his eyes he stuffs his hand in his pocket while the other caress your cheek. "What kind of lover am I when I don't even get to spoil the love of my life..." He says above than a whisper while you stare at him almost stunned.