Scaramouche x Fem!Secretary!Reader (like we didn't see this coming)
[1st Person POV/WARNING/SMUT/I'm tired/this is the last part yay]
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
My Lord Scaramouche has very low alcohol tolerance... And I'm not lying when I say that.
I do believe Scaramouche likes to be the centre of attention most days, especially when we've been busy with debt collections or out-of-nation expeditions. After successful missions, we have a little celebratory ritual where both of us share a bottle of Fire-Water under the starry night sky.
Well, I'll explain how it went...
The stars were scattered in a perfect, uncontrolled pattern that covered the entire sky. The wind blew by calmly and there was not an enemy in sight. It was pure peacefulness...
Scaramouche had one shot of Fire-Water and the night suddenly burst into flames. I was face-to-face with a different man. Usually, I would be dealing with some sort of stuck-up, bratty, and extremely strict Fatui Harbinger but one single drop of that wine turned Scaramouche into the kind of person he would call a 'shameless nymphomaniac'.
He made me watch him strip his clothes. With every single movement, Scaramouche focused deeply on where my eyes were, all he could do was smile devilishly without a care in the world. I always tried to keep eye contact with him, but whenever he shook one article of clothing off, I can't help but follow the fall of the fabric as it landed on the ground.
His hands trailed up his body, lifting his uniform teasingly to flash his stomach and bare chest. Once more, he ran his finger along the hem of his pants, daringly slipping under the edges and caressing his exposed hips. His suggestive movements seemed to have hypnotized me into seeing him with tunnel vision.
I began to notice how boorish my posture had become; I had been sitting with my legs separated in a wide stance, my arm was draped over the back of the chair, and my head was tilted back as I stared down at the man before me. Shamelessly, with my other hand, I downed another glass of Fire-Water all the while watching Scaramouche dance so immodestly.
Needless to say, once all of his clothes were littered across the ground, he circled around my chair and raised his leg so his foot landed right on the seat. I can't tell you how hard I gulped down my drink when he suddenly grabbed a hold of my wrist. Scaramouche guided my hand down his chest, his stomach, and then finally stopped right before my fingers made contact with the head of his throbbing erection.
"Your turn."
Scaramouche's orders must always be followed through.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
There was this one time when master Childe opened the door to Lord Scaramouche's office without knocking.
Terrible mistake on Childe's part - I mean, it's kind of a universal rule to always knock before even attempting to open anyone's door. I remember it like it was yesterday. I recall seeing how nonchalantly Childe popped his head into the room with that stupid grin on his face. I admit, he had good intentions, he just wanted to check up on what all that loud noise was about. But, come on...
Right away, Childe was dodging multiple things being thrown at him. Not even a moment passed where Childe could even process what he was seeing. Before anyone knew it, Scaramouche was throwing pens, crumpled paper, and practically anything within his reach. He rained havoc on Childe all while screaming at him to leave. Scaramouche even hurled a catalyst which almost took out Childe's head - the book made a dent in the door.
I had no other choice either, I also ducked out of range in hopes to avoid getting caught in the deadly crossfire. Well, I wasn't exactly in the middle of the room... I may or may not have been hiding under a desk. I promise I wasn't doing anything necessarily bad, my Lord Scaramouche and I were enjoying our break together.
I had to bury my face into his lap to avoid his swinging hands. Seeing Scaramouche's beet-red face and chest heaving from his intense breathing was truly a sight to behold. So what if he's embarrassed that his voice can be heard from outside his office? If anything, it makes him all the more cuter...
W = Wild card (What was something you didn't expect from them?)
One thing that I didn't expect from Lord Scaramouche was how easy it was for me to distract him. Now, I know I'm kind of changing up the prompt but bare with me here.
There was a time when I happened to be on the receiving end of Lord Scaramouche's complaints and reprimands. Sure, maybe I did put one of the debtors into a coma but it was because the guy was trying to get ahold of my weapons and I felt like my life was in danger. Still, Scaramouche was beyond pissed off that one of our leads to a whole debtor ring had been knocked unconscious.
"What did I tell you about engaging in combat? You need to wait for my commands!"
"My Lord, it wasn't my fault that that guy happened to pull one of the stupidest stunts I've seen in history! Come on, he was reaching for my weapon! He deserved it-!"
Scaramouche shot his hand up to silence me, "Either you follow my orders or stay back for our next mission! I can't have you knocking out our prime suspects as you please!"
I was completely awestruck, "You can't be serious, my Lord!"
"You think I'm bluffing?!" Scaramouche shot out a sharp laugh. "Fine then! You're assigned with doing paperwork all day tomorrow!"
"Wait, that's not fair-!"
"Let's make that two days!"
"But sir-!"
"Three!"
"Hey...!"
"I'll make it a whole week!"
"Archons, just listen to me!" I just happened to have completely lost all sense of my sanity and raised my blouse up to my chin, finally silencing Scaramouche from scolding me any further. I'll be honest, I just flashed my boss out of pure spite but I'm glad I did. Now I know how to shut him up whenever I need to.
No, shamelessly, I admit that I was not wearing a bra at the current time... But, hey, look how it worked in my favour!
The once-ever demanding, brash, and out-of-control Harbinger was now completely red in the face as his eyes were fixated on my exposed chest, shamelessly stuttering on his next words and fighting back his sudden urge to reach out and touch them. I rolled up my uniform so it sat right on my collarbone and began to explain myself.
"I really don't want to do any paperwork, my Lord..." I muttered my complaints and watched how Scaramouche gulped timidly.
"U-Uh huh..."
"And that guy totally deserved to be knocked out..." I crossed my arms along my stomach, leaning more into Scaramouche's space. "Don't you agree, sir...?"
"You're so right..."
A smile ran along my lips, "So, does that mean I can come with you on your mission tomorrow...?"
"Y-Yeah...! Yeah, yeah, whatever... w-whatever you say...! Hey! Why don't we continue our conversation back in my office...?"
My... I didn't realize how easy it was to change his mind. Needless to say, I was quite happy about this new discovery. After all, as his secretary-assistant, it is my job to identify his weaknesses... and choose what to do with them.
X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
I give thanks to the Archons that I have seen my Lord Scaramouche completely nude and lived to tell the tale.
I'm sure that not a lot of people have seen a Fatui Harbinger without any clothing on, it would be a bit concerning if there were. Anyways, I digress.
I cannot fully describe what Lord Scaramouche looks like under his clothes, I would rather not go into full detail about his body in such an intimate manner. At least, not on here...
One thing I would like to say is that I did notice a marking on the back of his neck. Not a lot of times do I have the chance to look at Scaramouche's back (most of the time I'm more exposed to the front half of his body). But during times when I give him his usual shoulder massage, I can't help but be intrigued by the Electro symbol on the nape of his neck.
There came a time when I caved into my impulses and leaned in to plant my lips on the marking. I heard Scaramouche gasp when I kissed him so suddenly, however, he didn't say anything about that even after his massage.
Whatever it was, I made sure to let Scaramouche know that I admired everything about him, as my boss and maybe even more... Even that strange mark... I felt like I just kissed the Electro Archon himself.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
For a man that is supposed to be one of the Fatui Harbingers, only Archons know why Lord Scaramouche has such a high sex drive. I can't even comprehend how I ended up with someone so addicted to fucking every single hour of the day as my boss. This was either a blessing or a curse for what I must have done in my past life.
As evidence for my argument, I present my entire journal where I have been documenting every single sexual encounter I've had with my Lord Scaramouche. Impressive isn't it? These were only the times when I was able to write down what had happened, can you imagine the times when I didn't have access to my journal?!
Ugh, even now I'm writing this entry while Lord Scaramouche is behind me trying to unbuckle my pants.
As long as he doesn't find out that I'm writing down all of our intimate experiences instead of a log of our debt collections, I'm good-
[illegible vertical pen scratches]
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
My secretary is such a heavy sleeper, it's almost as if she was knocked out cold from doing an exhausting, laborious, yet fulfilling 'commission'.
She's a clever one. Annoyingly clever, in fact. I specifically gave this journal to her as a way to document our missions and surprisingly, she completely disobeyed my orders.
Reading through all of these entries I feel that I'm slightly more impressed than I am infuriated. I was suddenly hit with a sense of nostalgia, it was like recalling all of our time spent together was making me feel a little sappy. For the first time, I don't feel annoyed that she didn't follow my instructions.
I'll complete this last prompt. I am currently sitting at my secretary's desk writing in her not-so-secret-anymore journal while she's sleeping soundly in her bed. I purposefully dimmed the lights and left a single candle aflame in order for my subordinate to get the rightful sleep she deserves.
Don't get me wrong, my secretary is amazing. She'll never back down from any job and will always provide detailed reports back to me. I now admit in paper and pen that she's one of the most beautiful humans I've ever laid my eyes on ever since I've been in the Fatui. Her fighting skills, her mannerisms, her slightly annoying sense of humour... I've never met anyone quite like her.
I hope when you wake up and read this, you realize my true feelings towards you are more than you could possibly comprehend...
I apologize for my strange behaviour, I always struggle to find the right words when we're talking face-to-face. I hope the day will come when I can finally tell you in person. Until then, you're mine and I'm yours.
Well then, enough of this gushy, cliché, lovey-dovey nonsense-
I can't wait to see the look on your face when you read this.
Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!!
Congratulations on making it to the last part of the NSFW Alphabet! Thank you for accompanying me on this journey!! <3
The end :)