Pest Like Hat Jingles? (Scaramouche x Reader)

Chapter 34: Country Destroyer||NSFW

Summary: It's fucking time
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Scaramouche swallowed and tried to lubricate his now dry mouth, eyes taking in the beautiful image of you. His mind was rambled as he opened his mouth to try to reply but it closed just as fast

What was the meaning of this? Not that he minded of course... he fucking loved that dress on you. He also liked the idea of fucking you in it

"Well?" You drawled and Scaramouche nodded slowly all the while staring at you like a feral animal. You took notice of how his chest heaved, how his pupils dilated, the little twitch of his eye, and how his grip on the double doors became harsher with each passing second. Even if he closed it

"I-" Scaramouche started and took a deep breath to remain from stammering "I... What is the meaning of this? Not complaining but it's just..."

You used a finger to playfully lift the dress and let a small noise leave your mouth, Scaramouche's eyes shot wide open.
"Does it matter?"

"No, but you always were so good at this." He spoke and slowly began to drift towards you. Each step sounded out within the private quarters and you almost lost your seductive act, faltering at his words.

"Good at?"

He hummed and lifted his hat off of his head before gently setting it down on the coffee table not too far from the king sized bed. "You know what."

Scaramouche smirked and before you could finish blinking he was above you, using both his hands to slam down onto the bed to cage you in. His hair fell around his face and he huffed all the while you laid in shock from his speed. It had caught you off guard

Knee placed between your legs he rubbed you softly and leaned his head down towards yours as he answered "Seducing me, don't act dumb."

Hand reaching up you placed them around his face, Archons his face was soft. Smooth, almost perfection itself. It was like he wasn't even human...

"I thought you kinda liked me playing dumb Scara."

"At times, I do."

Scaramouche lowered himself down to capture your lips with his and gave a soft moan. He didn't care for the Archons but they were times where he wanted to thank them for you.

For a moment the two of you just laid there, feeling into each other. Scaramouche could barely contain himself when you pulled your lips away from his. In fact he sneered

"I want you to relax tonight Scara, I know you've been busy. It's stressful being a harbinger isn't it?" You whispered and Scaramouche rolled his eyes

"Very. These dumb fucks have no idea what they're doing. Like usual it's up to me.... Not even she will be of use I'm sure."

She? Who was he talking about?

"She?"

"Another Harbinger, like Childe and I. Trust me she's a waste of time. I'd introduce you but you're deserving of only the best. We're just better off without the witch." He answered with a sigh and bit your lower lip. Whoever he was speaking of Scaramouche didn't seem to care for them too much. Almost less than Childe and that's saying something

"You seem to not get along with some of the other Harbingers."

"I don't need to. There's only one rule between us, don't fight."

Scaramouche began to attack your neck with nibbles, kisses, and sucking. Anything to get your attention again, obviously not wanting to discuss further on his associates who he considered useless. However your husband considered most useless