His Fake Marriage

•Their Alone Time (SMUT)•

(Me when I tried to update the last chapter before Christmas ended and failed miserably. But happy new years guys!! Idk if yall know this, but Jan. 1st is actually my bday! So happy bday to me too lmaooo

 But this chapter will have smut in it, if you don't like reading those kinds of things then pls scroll to the next chapter. Or whenever I have it uploaded rip..

Okay guys, keep in mind that I normally don't write smut so PLS bear with me..)

~Scaramouche~

"Kuni.. what are you doing!?" (Y/N) yelped, still shocked from the turn of events.

The puppet sat back a bit, his knees kneeling on either side of her, he ruffled his hair a bit before giving the girl a smirk. "Don't act all innocent now, you know what you were doing when you pinned me down."

"Wha- I was just trying to question you-"

"And I told you everything was fine, but you just kept pushing it, huh?"

"Well, I was just concerned. I thought you were still hurting from your injuries.."

He pondered a bit, thinking on how to reply to her comment, and then an idea struck his head. "Mm.. now that you mention it, my chest is hurting. Come take a look." 

(Y/N) didn't move an inch, maybe she was waiting for Scaramouche to take his kimono off himself, but he wasn't going to have that. She was the one that ignited this flame in him, she's going to be the one to put it out. 

"What are you waiting for? Take it off." he spread his arms out so she could easily access his clothes.

"Are you sure? I don't know if I should see you shirtless- we're not married yet." 

"Hah! I've been between your thighs already and this is what gets you embarrassed?"

He could see a slight blush swept across (Y/N)'s face as she hesitantly reaches out her hands to remove the layered kimono, one by one, like she was uncovering all of his darkest secrets. Finally finishing, Scaramouche was left shirtless- his kimono was left hanging down. The girl quickly looked away after leaving him without a top, she averted her eyes to avoid further blushing. That, Scaramouche definitely noticed and did not like. 

"Who said you could look away?" he grabbed her chin and forced her gaze back on his toned chest. (I cannot imagine this man having abs.. maybe a little but no way buddy got a 6 pack)

"Sorry, I'm not used to this kind of thing." she muttered. 

Seeing her flustered just made Scaramouche want to take her right then and there, but that wouldn't be the proper way to go about this, now would it? He'll just have to be a bit more patient. 

"You'll get used to it after we marry, don't be shy now. I've seen the expressions you've made before, let me see then again." 

A moment of silence fell between the two and Scaramouche thought that (Y/N) was scared from his choice of words, and he was about to apologize but she interrupted him: "You better take care of me then." 

Hearing those words from her just felt so electrifying to the guy, he's been longing for her for ages- and now she's allowing him to do as he pleases? Well don't mind if he does then.

Scaramouche leaned in closer to (Y/N)'s face, hovering his lips before hers, awaiting for permission. The couple locked eyes with one another and he could feel his yearning for her grow even more. Without another second, (Y/N) surprised him and smashed her lips on his. The ex-harbinger's eyes widened but then he quickly relaxed and gently held the back of her head for support.