Kapitel 3: Drunken Lust
A/n: Scaramouche is half sweet in this so I'm sorryyyy. I tried to portray him as best as I could. Also, y/n is a Harbinger but I didn't specify which one just so it doesn't get weird when we progress more in the Teyvat Storyline :) Happy reading you Scaramouche simps( me included lol)
"You could have killed him right there and then, y/n!" Scaramouche took off his hat and started to fiddle with his hair. He seems clearly frustrated with the failed assassination attempt of the wandering traveler.
"I couldn't see the target properly and if I wasn't mistaken the mage saw you and started to flee. I would say your whole nice guy persona didn't fucking work!"
"I thought you were supposed to be an assassin," Scaramouche said with his eyes on you as he set in killing you, sitting down on the chair of the Xinyue Kiosk. He slumped down, showing signs of frustrations and tiredness of today's failed mission. "A disgrace to the Harbinger's clearly" he continued. You were getting more and more frustrated with his claims and it was evident in your face and Childe saw that, grabbing your arm to try and calm you down and setting you down to sit. You pulled your armed out from his grip to summon out your polearm and pointed to the blue-haired man across the table.
" Say it one more time, I dare you, you insolent bitch." You glared at him with full hatred showcased in your face. Childe was already standing up to try and calm the whole situation down. However, your focus is to try and not kill the man in front of you. Scaramouche glared back at you not with the same expression you had but with a wicked smirk that was plastered across his face.
"You're a fucking dis-"
"That's enough! Both of you. It's only natural for any mission to fail. Stop being so immature about it." You avert your attention to the door of the kiosk. Signora was standing there moving toward the commotion.
" The main objective was the meteorites and it's already done so stop whining and compose yourself." La Signora set her hand on the polearm as a signal for you to sheath your weapon back to your possession. You looked back at Scaramouche and there he was setting his hand on his chin, smirking on how easily you lost your composure.
The meeting went smoothly with La Signora leading it. You all were to report back to Snezhnaya to the Tsaritsa, then receive a new mission after that.
You were still frustrated from the whole argument you had with Scaramouche. You were willing to not see him for that while and therefore accepted the offer Childe made to go out and drink for a mission well done.
"I didn't take you to be such a lightweight, y/n" Childe was carrying you on his back, being too drunk to function and walk properly. You already vomited once outside the tavern and that's where Childe decided that it was enough and took you back to your temporary residence in Wangshu Inn. Your shirt was spoiled and Childe took the liberty of giving his shirt to you. It was slightly big on you but Childe thought you looked cute.
"Hmm, I mean, I don't know, Am I?" You were mumbling, trying your best to respond to Childe. You were incoherent with your words and kept on rambling about the fight that you had with Scaramouche. You flustered at how easy the man could make you lose your composure and it irks you.
"Fucking hell Childe, the guy has a pretty face, to begin with, why not have a pretty mouth to go with that." Childe was quite taken aback by your statement, not knowing you had somewhat of an attraction to Scaramouche's appearance. Childe always thought that Scaramouche does have the looks, however, he didn't expect him to be your taste at all. He thought it would be fun to try and hear more of what you would say about the man.
"Pretty face huh? Never thought he would meet your standards in looks, y/n." He pried more into the subject. You blindly agreed to him, saying that he actually fits very well with your acquired taste in men. Well-groomed, authoritative, handsome. All the requirements that would lead to your perfect man, it's sad he's a dick.
"I would gladly let him fuck me if he would be fucking nice. He seems like he needs some goddamn release. Maybe that's why he's acting like such a bitch. Too many sexual frustrations. I read that one in a book you know."
Now, that made Childe just stand in silence. "I think you're both sexually frustrated."
"Hmm, I mean I only had sex once during my fatui training. I'm not denying that. But I'm not desperate." Childe let out a little laugh hearing your statement. He didn't want to pry more into your sexual life so he stayed silent throughout the whole journey back.
Childe realized 2 men following both of you, he didn't want to actually cause a scene with you on his back, it's clearly a disadvantage if he actually would confront them. Fighting isn't an option either. He would stay with you in your room, however, an arrangement was made back at the Northland Bank with some new Fatui recruits and he can't seem to avoid that or he would have to answer back to Signora about his inability to attend. He didn't really want to say that you got drunk to Signora, it would be embarrassing for you. Leaving you alone in your room wouldn't be much of a choice either. "Well, there is one solution."
He knocked on the wooden door of the room and he waited for the guest that was residing there to open up. He knocked about 5 times until he actually heard someone call back.
"What?" He heard, knowing well that he knocked on the right door. He knocked a few times to actually make the man open the door. "What the fuck do you want? Oh, it's you. Is that-" Scaramouche stopped in his words to realize that it is you. Drunk out of your mind. Never would he think he would ever see you in such a vulnerable state. You always had multiple defenses up when you see him, so seeing you like this was an absolute shock.
"Yes, it is. I really need your help and please, you can't say no to it." Scaramouche heard Childe and could actually predict what he needed. However, Scaramouche's attention isn't on the harbinger but instead to you, wearing clearly not a shirt that fitted you but would fit Childe. He put two and two together to realize you're wearing Childe's shirt.
"Is she wearing your shirt?" Childe nodded at the question. Scaramouche felt weird. Why the fuck are you even wearing Childe's shirt in the first place? Childe noticed the sudden change in Scaramouche's demeanor. The guy's jealous.
" She vomited earlier so I gave her my shirt after I cleaned her up. Look, there were two guys following us here so I can't leave her in her room alone. So please let her rest here. I'll pick her up when I'm done with business at the bank." Childe sent a signal with his eyes showing the two men hiding in the back; they were not that discreet with their hiding place, Scaramouche thought.
"I don't have a choice, do I? Scaramouche looked annoyed. Thinking that he would be your babysitter for the whole night, he would prefer to be alone at this time around. Childe looked at him emphatically, hoping he'll listen.
"Set her on the bed." Childe quickly took that as a yes and set you down to sleep. You were already asleep when you arrived but you slowly awoke when he placed you down. You were still drowsy from the alcohol and still unfamiliar with your surroundings.
"Childe?" You tried calling out when you started to regain your consciousness, however, no one answered you.
"Tartaglia went off to the bank. Go back to sleep."
And you did. Scaramouche thought that would be the first time that you actually listened to anything that he ever said. He smirked to himself and turned around from the window to look back at you. You look so peaceful when you sleep. It was a different view than what he was used to. You always looked and acted that you were simply unapproachable and untouchable. Since working with him, you only made snarky comments, tried to defy him and it would always push him to his limit. You were such a brat but seeing you look so vulnerable on his bed and it made him think of other things he would do to you in such a state. A state where he wished only he could see and not Tartaglia.
He loathed Tartaglia. Loathed him because of how comfortable you are with him and how close both you have always gotten. He doesn't wish to be your friend in any way but how he wished that you would try and make working together with him wasn't a shitty job, to begin with. How easy things would be if you and he would just get along. He didn't understand why you hate him so much in the first place. The jealousy he's feeling right now reminded him of how you're still wearing Tartaglia's shirt. He hated it.
"y/n, wake up." He tried to jerk you awake, setting down his sleep shirt for you to change into. However, you didn't even respond to him. Seeing you too deep in sleep, he moved you up towards him so you're sitting down. Your body felt heavy so you fell towards him instead, making Scaramouche flinch at the sudden contact. You slowly awoke to see yourself against Scaramouche, head on his shoulders and his hands on your waist.
"Scaramouche?" You called out, still hazy to actually think. Your voice sounded so sweet calling him out, Scaramouche thought. The first time where his name rolled out of your tongue in such a calm and pleasing way, not the way he's used to hearing.
"Change your clothes. Here" handing you the shirt he set out for you to wear. You were already positioned to sit in front of him.
"But, Childe's shirt is already comfortable." You looked at him and he furrowed his eyebrows, clearly flustered by your change of demeanor to him. "Plus, I'm tired, I don't want to change."
Scaramouche was starting to get annoyed with the shirt on you. He doesn't like that something of Childe's is on your body right now. He at least would want you to lay down in a shirt that is your or him and that's it.
"C'mon y/n. Just change." He talked a bit more stern this time hoping that you would just give in to his request.
"Fine, but change it for me please." You said, lifting your arms so Scaramouche can take the shirt off. He was just looking at you, unsure of what to do. Clearly you were still drunk, that's why he's hesitant in trying to do what you wanted and he's not sure if he would be okay if he were to do so. You looked at him with a pout to ask him to hurry up as your arms are starting to get tired. Scaramouche gave in when he saw you and started to take the shirt off, exposing your chest to him. He tried his best not to look, instead, he focused his gaze on your face. You could see him blush, deciding to tease him a bit before he put on the new shirt on you.
"Are you- blushing?" You said to him with a smirk on your face. Oh, how he wanted to just kiss you right now. How soft your lips might be? Would you still be smirking right now if he did? Would you like it? Would you kiss him back? Scaramouche's head was filled with these questions. Oh, how he just wanted to put you in your place. "Have you ever seen a shirtless woman before Scara? I'm still wearing a bra, you know." You giggled at his unreadable expression. Oh, how you love this. He's always so unconventionally angry all the time, so quick to point out your mistakes, so quick to put you down. Now, he's just a shy little man. You wanted to imprint this moment in your mind forever.
Scaramouche's mind right now has two things happening. One is to just take you right here, right now, to show you what he can actually do to your vulnerable state right now. Two is that you're drunk. He may be a menace but he knows when to set boundaries when it comes to sex. Especially to a colleague, a Harbinger the same as him, that shares the same ranks as him.
He ignored your claims, trying to be the bigger person in this situation. "Shut up, I don't have to indulge in your drunken antics, y/n." He took his shirt and started to dress you. The shirt was a sleep shirt, so it had buttons in the front. Scaramouche took his time and buttoned the shirt one by one. You on the other hand were looking at him, indulging the way he looked at that moment. He looked a bit flustered, you thought. " Since when are you this shy, Scara? What are you thinking right now?" You looked at him to see his blushing face, moving your face closer to his. He looked back at you, inching his face closer to you. "You, y/n. And if you keep on pushing me like this, I might have to do something about it."
" Then, do it." You kissed him. Trying to press him on further and actually make him snap. He returned the kiss. Kissing you slow and passionate, however, you were thirsty, the thirst that had been building up after all this time was catching up to you so you started to kiss him more roughly and desperately. He tried to keep up with you as he saw your desperation, a smirk brought upon his lips. " So desperate. So needy. Calm down, y/n." He broke the kiss to look at your breathless face. Your breathing was getting heavy and restricted, you shifted onto his lap and tried to kiss him again, however, he decided to attack your neck. He pressed sweet chaste kisses onto you and you hummed at the contact, breathing heavily against him. He started to suck on your neck and that's where you came out with an elicit moan.
You were surprised with the sound itself, planting your hand against your mouth to stop yourself from emitting the shameful sounds, however, Scaramouche brought your hands to your back and kept them there with his hands, holding your wrist tightly. "I want to hear you, y/n. Can you do that for me?" His voice was ever so sweet, just like how he talked when trying to appear kind to people. You knew not to defy him right now, so you nodded.
Scaramouche continued his attack at your neck and slowly moved down to your collarbones and chest. You're being so submissive to him, so obedient. This image of you right now is what he had always imagined when he's alone, the image of you being a mess under his command. You were whimpering and moaning under his touch, starting to feel hot and stuffy. You realized that you had already made a mess down there too. Your mind was starting to fog and all you could think was how amazing his lips felt on you. You gasped at the contact he made to your breast. He kissed them softly, almost as you would break if he tried to use more force. Scaramouche is breaking apart, even though it doesn't show, he's actually trying his best to keep his calm and try not to break you apart right here.
This wasn't your plan. Your plan was to make him a mess, not submit to him.
You tried to take over, letting your wrist free from his grip, and pushed him down onto the bed. "Are you trying to defy me, y/n? His voice was sweet, sending chills down your spine. " Yes, it's not fair that you're fully clothed, Scara." You tried to take his clothes off, thank god he wasn't wearing his full uniform so it is easier for you to manage especially in your drunken state.
What a sight he thought. Here you are trying to take his clothes off him and he fully allowed it, curious about what you want to do to him. "What do you want to do to me, y/n? Surely you've been thinking about this, for how long? He asked, making you stop in your movements. He held your waist, keeping you in place.
"I- I haven't, I-"
"Hmm? How many times have you thought of yourself on top of me?" He pushed you off him, standing up from the bed. You were still seated there looking at him dumbfounded. He was leaning towards you, inching his face closer to yours. He brought his hand behind your head and held a fistful of your hair to make yourself look at him. "How many times have you thought of me fucking you? Taking you and claiming you?" He asked tugging on your hair harder, making you moan. He took your reaction to note and tugged slightly harder making you whimper. "You like that don't you? You like it when I'm being rough with you don't you?" You didn't want to admit anything to him so you stayed quiet.
He released his grip from your hair and sat down on the edge of the bed. This isn't right, he thought, letting himself take advantage of your drunken state. But, you seem desperate one way or another.
"Come here." Signaling to have you sitting on his lap. And you did just that, desperate for some release. You have been on edge since he started returning your kiss and right now all you want is him to take you. "What do you want,y/n?" He asked. "Please, Scara." You plead not wanting to let him hear your desires. One hand held your waist while the other one was lingering on the waistband of your pants. " I asked a question, y/n." He voiced out, not having that sweet menacing voice but his authoritative one. You stayed quiet, however, he trusted his thigh up making you moan at the contact that was made with your sex. "I want you to touch me. Please." Your voice was quiet but Scaramouche heard you, not wanting you to repeat what you just said. He's desperate to release himself, but you're drunk so he decided to help you find your own release.
He pulled down your pants to reveal you in your undergarment, seeing the wet spot you made on your panties. "All we did was kiss, y/n. You're already so wet for me." You tried to look away from him but he held your face to kiss you. The kiss was sloppy and intoxicating, making you plead for more. " How did you become so submissive, y/n? It's just for me right y/n?" He continued to kiss you, thrusting his thigh to tease your cunt. Your moans were muffled with the kiss. He kept his thigh in place making you miss the friction it gave so you whined to Scaramouche as a signal for him to keep going. "Hmm? You're getting more and more desperate, then go on, fuck yourself on my thigh." He held your waist, holding you down on his thigh, you then started to grind yourself on him. You felt embarrassed but archons, you just feel too good.
"Who knew you were such a slut, getting off by my thigh." You clenched at the name he just called you. You never knew you were so attracted to get degraded, by Scaramouche no less. You were basically humping his thigh at this point, grinding to try to find release. Scaramouche was in trance with the state you're in right now. You basically left a wet spot on his trousers, but he didn't mind. This erotic scene was making him hard, itching to actually fuck you right here. His hands were still on your waist helping you grind against him, your pace picked up and he felt your cunt clench. "So filthy, trying to cum on my thigh. Go on y/n, cum." You lowered yourself to rest your head on his shoulder, biting to prevent you from moaning. "Come on y/n. Be a slut and cum on my thigh." Your pace went faster and faster, and he trusted his leg multiple times to help you reach your high and you did. You came with his name on your lips and came undone on his thigh. " Fuck." You heard him say under his breath, you noticed the bulge in his pants and tried to help him find release but he immediately set you down on the bed. "Now, sleep y/n" he pushed your hair to the side to get a good look on your face and you immediately fell asleep due to your own fatigue. He placed the blanket on top of your sleeping figure.
Scaramouche stood up and went to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror. It's evident in his flushed face that he himself needed release. He saw the evident bulge he got and released it from the strain of his pants and started to jerk himself off at the image you portrayed a while ago. "Archons, y/n. What the fuck are you doing to me?" He said while trying to find his own release.
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