#emberluc

scaramouche’s the jealous type.

even if you’re just talking to a new fatui recruit, he’d gather all info on the said person and send them to their death.

everything happened when the tsaritsa summoned everyone for an important meeting.

unknowingly, you had spaced off while staring at a fatui cicin mage. a harbinger’s staring straight at her, it’s normal that she’d get flustered.

unfortunately (for both you and the mage), scaramouche set his eyes on the mage, glancing over at you occasionally. his fingers tapped the table impatiently, waiting for you to break eye contact with her. but you didn’t. your head was practically in another dimension now, eyes glazed over.

scoffing, he lifted his foot up to rest on your leg. this snapped you out of it, removing your chin from your hand and looking at him.

giving him a look that basically screamed, ‘what the hell are you doing?’, you pushed his leg off and rested your head in your arms.

he rolled his eyes before moving closer to you, hand resting on your thigh. unbeknownst to his motive, you ignored the way his hand moved up slowly.

you shot up from the table as soon as you felt his hand palm your growing erection, capturing the attention of everyone in the meeting room.

“is something wrong, (name)?” the first fatui harbinger narrowed his eyes at you, clearly upset that you had interrupted the tsaritsa.

“no. i’m sorry, i just… couldn’t breathe for— hah—a second.” a whimper interrupted your sentence as scaramouche— or should i say kunikuzushi— freed your cock from its restraints in the blink of an eye, stroking the tip as it spilled with precum.

the tsaritsa’s voice resonated throughout the room gently, “if you need to get some air, go ahead and don’t waste any time.”

immediately fixing your clothes, you pushed scaramouche’s hand off and rushed out of the room.

childe could only whistle and put his arms behind his head as he noticed the tent in your pants.

his reaction amplified by 100 when scaramouche followed shortly, immediately whispering the situation to dottore.

you were stomping your way over to an abandoned room at the fatui headquarters, subtly glancing at scaramouche and waiting for him to catch up.

when he was near the room, you pulled him in and shut the door immediately, locking it behind your back.

once you’d gotten close enough, he chuckled softly, “now, now. i’m sure you’ve learned your lesson, hm?”

scoffing, you closed the distance between you two more, pushing a leg in between his own. “my lesson? darling, you humiliated me in front of everyone. for what? for attention? is that what you want?”

putting his arms around your neck, he kissed you with desire— a lustful desire—as he slowly applied more pressure onto your leg.

he breathed erratically against your lips, and you used this opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth.

at this point, whimpers and moans were traveling from his mouth to yours, his hands clasping the back of your clothes harshly.

seemingly impatient, his hands fiddled with your pants whilst keeping his mouth connected to yours. scoffing against his lips, you grabbed his wrist harshly before turning him around.

his hands were flat against the wall, ass facing you as his back arched unconsciously.

“you’re getting a little too excited, aren’t you?” pulling his shorts down, you marveled at the sight of him bare. getting ready to loosen him up, you could only widen your eyes. unexpectedly, he was already loosened up.

“seems like someone had fun on his own.” stuffing two fingers in without warning, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as his cock twitched in pleasure.

“ah! not there, hah,” his words came out breathless, moans spilling out of his mouth endlessly as you thrusted 2 fingers in him.

you tilted your fingers’ thrusts differently, observing scaramouche’s reaction every time. you smirked in satisfaction when he started tearing up, signaling that you’d found his prostate.

“more, m-more…” his tongue lolled out from immense pleasure, nails digging into the wall as you continued hitting his sweet spot.

in a split second, white painted the walls in front of him, his hole clenching around your fingers.

unzipping your pants once again, the balladeer’s eyes could only widen. “what? wait, wait, i just came—!”

forcing your cock all in one push, you shut your eyes. he clenched around you so tightly, the hot walls surrounding your dick was pushing you off edge.

the room echoed with your grunts and scaramouche’s moans, and slowly the sound of skin slapping resonated.

already feeling his orgasm coming, he tried to match your pace by pushing himself back on your cock.

“f-fuck,” you pounded into him, watching his cock leak with his semen, “you’re too tight.”

his words were incoherent, tears starting to fall from his eyes. his legs were shaking uncontrollably, making you hold onto his hips for support. his breath hitched, choking a moan out as cum spurted from his swollen cock.

the clenching got worse, sending you over edge. the grip on his hips were tight, you were sure to see bruises on him after this. pushing in hardly one last time, you shot your cum up his abused hole.

after attempting to catch your breath, you decided it was time to clean up already.

sighing, “this is what you get for getting so jealous,” you cleaned him up and helped him dress up.

the smell didn’t go away, so you just ignored it for now.

he was quiet the whole time, gulping every time he had to move excessively. he tried his best not to limp, but unfortunately, he’s failing pretty badly.

“scara, you don’t have to pretend.”

“i can’t let myself get humiliated by that dumb ginger and child experimenter, so shush.”

laughing, you guided him and helped him walk out by putting his arm around your neck and putting your hand on the small of his back.

as soon as you got out of the abandoned room, you saw the very three you two despised.

signora, childe, and dottore, standing near the room as they conversed.

childe walked away from the group and walked past you. but before he did, he whispered something.