𝐌𝐒. 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐘, 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄 | Scaramouche

Chapter Fifteen

light? NSFW warning!

Scaramouche tossed his gun that was covered in blood aside, "Get rid of the body." a figure then emerged from the shadow

"Yes, my lord." the figure lift the body without a sweat and vanished in the blink of an eye.

He was pissed because his plants was completely splattered with filthy blood of an imbecile, "Disgusting."

He then went back inside, walking towards where the couch is, there you are sweating profusely your breath was uneasy and your face was completely red.

He placed his palm on your forehead.

"Hmp—?!" he was surprised when you suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him closer

"You weren't asleep?!" you were silent, your eyes was still slightly closed.

Just then he realized... he gave you the wrong drug! It wasn't a sleeping drug!

His eyes widened when you pushed him down onto the couch, towering over him as you positioned yourself infront of him, Scaramouche between your thighs.

"Y/n—..!"

"I-I can't c-control it... it's hot, it's uncomfortable... t-this is so w-wrong haah." a tear rolling down your cheeks

He remembered Tartaglia gifting him an Aphrodisiac drug on his birthday!

That idiot!

He pulled himself together and cleared his throat, glaring at you, "Y/n get off me, or you'll regret it."

"W-what can I d-do? I c-cant..." you were stuttering, it was hot, your heart was racing like there's no tomorrow. A strange feeling was building uo inside you and it was getting stronger by the second.

"Y/n, I won't be able to hold back if you wont get off." his tone was threatening but his face was completely flustered

You placed your palm into his cheeks, you then traced his jawline with your index finger as you lift his chin up, making him face you.

"Damn it!" he grabbed the glass earlier, there were still wine left, he gulped it down and tossed it, not caring if it breaks.

Scaramouche grabbed your waist, not giving you time to react he immediately pulled you in making you sit completely into his lap.

Your lips once again met his, but you didn't fought it this time, he was kissing you rather aggressively, wrapping your arms around his neck. Feeling each others warmth, your lips traveled from his lips to his neck, he was taken aback.

"I d-didn't know you have this side of yo— hngmh..!" he was cut off when you bite his neck leaving a mark

"Shut up." your voice was cold, that turned him on, he may not admit it but he loves being degraded, but only by you.

"Make me." he had a sly smile on his lips, he hissed in pain when you bit his neck again but harder this time.

Your hands made its way to his stomach, "Y-your clothes is on the way.." you murmured, irritated.

You unbuttoned his clothes and aggressively took it off him, tossing it somewhere in the room, you continued kissing his neck leaving red marks everywhere while your hands resting in his stomach, he was quite muscular.

Twirling your fingers around his stomach, "Y/n... t-thatt—haaah!"

He was whimpering?

Noticing his hands, it was now on your thighs, squeezing it lightly, you shiver at his touch. "I think you had your fun already."

He flipped you down, making you lay down on the couch, Scaramouche was now towering over you.

His sharp gaze was staring directly into you, it look so dangerous yet it gave you an unknown pleasure.

"A—ahhh...!"

He was silent for a moment, locking eyes with you. "Let's stop here, your not on your right mind."

He saw your face craved into a scowl, only a deafening silence was heard in the room, but then you raised your hand placing it once again into his cheeks. "L-lets forget about anything else tonight."

Pulling him by his shoulders, kissing him roughly, you felt him smile in between the kisses. You pulled away for a moment, gasping for air and pulling him back again.

It's his turn now, his kisses traveling to your chest. "Nghh...! S-scara!"

You looked at him when he suddenly stopped, "What did you say?"

"W-what?"

"Say it again." you raised you eyebrow, "Say my name."

"Scaramouche..."

"Again."

"Scara—" his lips was again drawn at yours, his tongue hinting you to open up, you parted your lips as his tongue slipped in.

The sound of kissing was heard all over the room, the kiss lasted for about 20 seconds you were running out of breath so you pushed him to get some air.

"Your lips... keeps distracting me." he whispered his thumb in your lips.

"Kiss me." The sight of you under him, being a mess because of him got Scaramouche turned on even more.

He was taken aback by your actions, he was overjoyed when he discovered this side of you, wishing to the stars above for this moment to last forever.

His obsession was getting worse, he's willing to do anything just to keep you to him and only him.