#ANON I THOUGHT I POSTEDTHIS ALREADY BUT I COULDNT FIND IT AND I WAS LIKE ?????

[prettyboykatsuki]

can we PLEASE top Scaramouche

✮ cw ; bottom!scaramouche, top!reader, readers genitalia is unspecific so u can imagine whatever but it is referred to as cock once, 18+

"Pay attention to what's in front of you, Wanderer," You hum, hands pushing up under his knees up close to his chest "Only look at me,"

You glance at him underneath you, pushing air out of your lungs in a harsh breath at the state of him. He's naked and vulnerable, fabric covering the curve of his shoulders only barely. But his chest is exposed, body fashioned pretty. His nipples are hard, teeth-marks deep red around them.

Scaramouche looks good bruised. You don't long to hurt him but you think he looks good when he's covered in ache. His hands between his legs, covering his cock that's hard and twitching. He's embarrassed like he always is but there's something else there that you're noticing.

That he enjoys the level of possession you show him. You wonder if he's done it all on purpose. It's cute if he did, but he you don't make any effort to forgive him. Scaramouche hiccups, arm covering his face.

As if you'd forgive him, for looking like that. You laugh, pushing his thighs back until his knees are nearly at his chest. Your bodies are pressed together nice, and your cock is snug inside, all the way to the base.

Unmoving, you pull his hands away from his face. Resting your forearm next to his head. You drink in his expression. Mouth half-open, drool in the corners of his mouth. Eyes screwed shut, blocking everything out. His mouth is so bitten you fear he'll bleed. You feel cruel for wanting to see it.

"Scaramouche," You prompt him again, lower this time - thumb brushing his cheek and going over the shell of his ear "I won't move until you look at me."

This is enough to get him to listen. You can hear his breathing, how deeply unsteady it is. You can feel his desperation for it, how his body trembles under you. He's far from weak, but when he's needy all he can do is buckle his legs and seethe. His eyes beg for your attention even when he can't fix his mouth to do the same.

How endearing he is like that. He opens his eyes, watery lashes. Brows stitched tight, a line between them.

"Did you get what you wanted?"

"I didn't want anything." He spits. You laugh.

"Dishonest as always. You sure can be kind to those you wish. Never to me though, huh? I wonder why that is?"

"You—it's not like that."

"Even if you resent me, I'll adore you. Is that you want to hear? That I'll never covet anyone else. That you'll belong to me for the rest of my life?"

He goes all but limp underneath you. This time he looks at you of his own accord, face betraying any words that might leave his mouth. You roll your hips up inside of him and his whole body wracks with a shudder. You want to ruin him.

"Y-you're one to talk. All of those people at the weaponsmith fawn over you and you—"

Your laugh cuts him off. Is that what it was?

"How cute you are," You say pulling your hips back until you've slide all the way out. He whines at the loss of contact, covering his mouth. You slam back into him, one smooth motion until his spine arches completely. "As if I'd ever give anyone else my time."

"Fuck. Fuck. Shut up and—k-kiss me."

You come to a steady rhythm, dipping your head down to meet his lips. Scaramouche kisses you like you'd expect, like he's been deprived of affection from the minute he was born. You chuckle against his mouth as he melts underneath you, no longer full of resistance as you fuck him - an easy in and out as he comes apart. You reach between your bodies, hand over the head of his cock with a warm grin.

"No more of your jealous charades. Do you understand?"

He gasps as you quicken the pace, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room.

"Fine. Y-yes, move your hand, let me—"

You jerk his cock in your hands with a laugh, kissing his knee.

"Good boy. Cum for me,"