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your eyes open to a ditzy sensation, vague memories of last night come flashing before your eyes as you blink slowly to adjust to the daybreak.
“about time you got up.” a familiar voice sounds hazy, yet so clear near your earlobe.
you then turn your head to the side, revealing the source of that voice. scaramouche, the balladeer, sixth of the fatui harbingers.
you feel too weak to inch away from his figure; sore, even. instead, you simply shut your eyes closed in annoyance. “why are you in my room? get out. you’re not supposed to be here.”
“actually, i should be saying that to you.”
your eyes instantaneously jolted open, sitting yourself up with your palms holding you up from the small mattress.
and he was right.
it wasn’t your room.
it was his.
everything that happened last night came flooding back into your mind like a tidal wave, causing your cheeks to redden. the thought of a ruthless harbinger like scaramouche seeing your flushed face makes your veins pop, causing you to face the other way.
“hey.”
“don’t-“
“barely two words in and you already look like you want me dead. you’re getting all worked up over nothing.” his words dripped like acid as he took his fingers in between your chin and cheek, forcing you to look at him.
his grip on your face immediately softened as he saw your delicate features, your eyes especially doing their best to avoid his gaze.
he pushes your chest down, making himself hover above you. your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest, and your breath gets faster and faster by the minute.
he grips you by both wrists, making it difficult for you to wiggle out of his grasp.
he stays on top of you for what felt like eternity, his eyes analyzing every inch of your face; from your forehead down to your lips, where his eyes make a noticeable stop.
was it possible that you saw lust fill into his eyes at that moment? you weren’t so sure, but it’s exactly what it seemed like to you.
his lips found its way on top of yours, sealing them into a soft, warm kiss. his tongue slithered into your mouth which you reluctantly opened at the wetness of his own.
“that’s it, just like that.” you could feel him smirk against your lips as his tongue played with yours, twisting and entangling in each other in a battle for dominance; a battle in which you were clearly losing.
he pulled away from you as you both gasped for air. the kiss made both of you flush, yet neither of you averted your gaze from each other.
no words were exchanged as his one hand released your wrist and worked its way to the hem of your skirt. he stuttered as he grazed over your inner thighs, causing you to whimper at his touch.
the noise you made caused him to smirk, which irked him to repeat the action. instead of receiving what he wanted, he got a low groan in response.
“oh, is that how it is? i see. i’ll make you scream and moan my name until you can’t breathe anymore.”
his free hand continued to touch and tease your inner thighs, while his lips found its way to trail sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along your neck and collarbones.
the cold sensation of his teeth sent shivers to your spine, making you tense up and whine incoherent mumbles.
“say my name, brat. otherwise i won’t go on, and i know you want me to do just that.”
you were hesitant at first, but he was right. you were aching for his touch, and him pausing at one place was pushing you to the edge.
“s-scaramouche.. please…”
those two words were enough to allow him to continue.
his other hand released your wrist as it began to caress your toned stomach beneath your top.
he adjusted himself for his head to be on top of your stomach, which allowed him to plant small kisses all over.
you were ticklish at that spot, yet your usual laughter was replaced by soft moans.
he mulled himself on top of you again, analyzing your face from top to bottom once more. from there he noticed several different changes, such as your glistening eyes, red-dusted face, heavy breathing, and slightly opened and damp lips.
“heh, what a slut. look at yourself. so hot and bothered all for me.”
the way he talks to you, and the difference from the way he talks to everyone else makes you wonder…
what the fuck happened last night?