Pest Like Hat Jingles? (Scaramouche x Reader)

Chapter 8: A mistake

You kissed him again to his delight and pressed your breast against his chest, you wouldn't deny wanting him. You've always found him attractive, hauntingly beautiful and addictive to gaze upon. He brought you to your worse, you shouldn't be kissing him willingly, not after everything the bastard had done to you. Not after what he did to Su. Scaramouche returned your kiss, resisting the urge to rip your elegant dress off you body and mark you more. Resisting the urge of bending you over the table and claiming you even more. The harbinger pulled his lips away from you and you moaned at his touch. The heat pooling between your legs, face red with intoxicated embarrassment and lust for the man.

"Not here, perhaps another time."
He whispered into your ear and gave you one last grind with his lower region, cursing in his native tongue at the pleasurable friction. "Now get the fuck off me." You gave a slight pout and noise of disappointment when he lifted your body away from his. Standing and setting you back onto your feet, waiting for you to catch your balance with your heels before letting go of your hips. Scaramouche brought his foot to your fallen chair from earlier and kicked it upwards to catch it with his hand, setting it back to where it stood before. He seemed to be ignoring you now or perhaps he was thinking. Scaramouche was pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed, frustrated with himself. Why did he want you so badly? But yet not want you at the same time? Shouldn't he be satisfied and pleased with himself? You were finally his and his alone, you took his offer yet there was a irritated feeling deep down. A frustration that clawed at his chest wanting to come out. This was something that was impossible for him to understand. Harbingers didn't do this, he didn't do this. Not with anyone, but perhaps you weren't just anyone. He had to remind himself that it was just a unresolved frustrated lust at most. After he had pleasured himself with you, your body would be in a ditch along Su's. Who said Harbingers kept their word? He sure as hell didn't

Across the room you pouted and craved his touch, his attention once more. You hated yourself for doing so, the crazed bastard was far from a gentleman. After some time of being lost in his thoughts Scaramouche did however walk back to you and pulled your dress down for you to cover your behind once more, leaning his forehead against yours. A hateful expression lie on his face, teeth gritting he let out a hiss of breath and you closed your eyes in response

"I fucking despise you," he whispered "I hate what you do to me, I hate how you make me feel. I should have never given you that offer, I should have killed you. Let those hilichurls beat you to death that night instead of saving you.... and yet...."

You felt his hand reach for yours and with reluctance he tried to take it, but instead pulled away from you sighing loudly. Scaramouche knew he was tipsy, he was saying things he wasn't supposed to. He was doing things he wasn't supposed to. Everything about him craving and feeling a want for you wasn't something he was supposed do. He had only known you for some days now, but it felt like years. Scaramouche really didn't have anyone... was he just lonely? A useless weakness that he would destroy so he pulled himself away from you once more.

When his forehead left yours you opened your eyes but couldn't help feeling a tingle of anger despite being tipsy. Narrowing your eyes at him "And yet shouldn't it be I who hates you? Be frustrated and angry after all you have done to me? I requested many times to leave, you just never let me."

"And you already don't? Don't hate me? You're a fucking idiot if you don't." He asked but whispered the last part of his sentence so you couldn't hear. Scaramouche purposely ignored the last part of your statement because you weren't wrong. Not in the slightest, it was a mistake but he still didn't want you to leave. Even now but not like you could because you were his from here on out through the offer. Thank the lord of geo for contracts, he may not honor his word but you would yours.