if ur one of my readers who for some reason READ MY BOOKS IN CLASS. then i suggest u save this one for home 😓

guys get ready guys you fuck scaramouche in this chapter + the next chapter 😘💪🤤

nsfw warning

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Scaramouche

"Y/N?"

Scaramouche awoke to the pale light of day by gently whispering your name. Scaramouche had awoken at five a.m., which was perhaps the earliest he had ever awoken. He has a hazy memory of the events that occurred hours earlier; the alcohol had an impact on him even if he appeared sober back then.

He awoke on you, feeling your warm body, whilst his was suddenly as cold as ice. Scaramouche had been sleeping with his head on your chest for the past few hours while you cuddled him to sleep.

Scaramouche

"Ah... What the fuck did I go through last night to end up in bed with you?..."

While still resting on you, he began to rub his eyes. He wasn't getting off, he knew he liked it.

Scaramouche

Although... This is quite nice.

You flinched and woke up the moment he moved his cold hands around your waist.

Scaramouche

"Woah, chill."

You

"Ah, so cold... Why are they so cold?"

Scaramouche

"I'm a puppet, dumbass. Do you think I'd wake up with warm hands?"

He couldn't help but look into your drowsy face now that his head was on top of your shoulder instead of your chest. You were ready to close your eyes as you looked up at the ceiling.

You

"My, my... What happened?..."

Scaramouche

"I don't know, you were the sober one. You tell me."

You

"Hm... But I just woke up; of course, my memory's not gonna be the best..."

Scaramouche

"Then try to remember."

You

"Heh, you say it as if it's the easiest thing to do."

"... I remember I had to take care of your drunk ass and it was the most tiring shit ever."

"Then you started to compare your experience with bathing me, and you said it was much worse than this."

Scaramouche

"Oh... I think?... I remember that?"

His words were reluctant as he continued to gaze at you; he had no idea how much he adored you.

You

"Yeah. And then-"

Scaramouche sat up.

You

"Since you made me sooo tired-"

And his cold hands touched both sides of your face.

You

"I was-"

You were so focused on describing last night's events that you didn't see Scaramouche's staring at you, let alone notice that his freezing hands were on your face.

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He aggressively grabbed your face and drew you near to him, bringing you up from laying down, and you felt his soft lips against your cheek, which stunned you. He cut your words off.

You

"..."

Scaramouche

*Huff* *Huff*

Scaramouche was holding his breath the entire time so it took him some time to catch it again since he was so hesitant to make the first move. You were staring into space in disbelief as the kiss lasted the shortest amount of time. 

You thought you were still sleeping.

Scaramouche

"Agh!"

Scaramouche took his hands away from your face and slapped you, bringing his hands back to him and cupping them at his chest.

You

"Ow!"

Scaramouche

"Say something! You're making it awkward!"

You started giggling while holding your red cheek, and then broke out laughing.

You

"Hahahaha! You call that a real kiss?!"

Scaramouche

"Wh... Huh?..."

"Shut it! You know I've never kissed anyone before!"

Your response caused him to believe that you didn't feel the same way; he furrowed his brow at the idea of you not loving him back. He started to regret everything, slowly making his way beneath the covers to hide his embarrassment.

You

"Oh stop it, you know I didn't mean what I said. It was good for the first time."

"... What? Did I hurt your feelings?"

Scaramouche

"Hmm..."

He frowned, looking down.

You

"I'm sorry, Scaramouche..."

He was still looking away from you with that disappointed expression on his face. He was afraid that if he looked at you, tears might well up in his eyes. You've never seen him this sensitive before, but you had an idea to make him feel better. 

After slapping you, he moved away from you, and you drew him right back to you, hands on his waist.

Scaramouche

"?!"

You

"Now this... This is how you really kiss someone."

OAOAOAOOHOAOHOAO things are getting spicy 😻🤤 (i'm shutting up now i pinky swear)

Scaramouche

"Ah?"

He glanced up at you with shock after frowning and gazing down.

You drew him in closer, your hand remaining on his waist, and joined your lips to his. He wasn't expecting a kiss on the lips, or even a kiss from you at all. He began to initiate once he was certain that this was real, that it was happening right then and there in the moment. 

Scaramouche began to take over, crawling on top of you as his lips stayed on yours. He had no idea what he was doing at this point, and you had no clue how good he could become at making out. 

The fact that this was his first time as well stunned you. He was now entirely on top of you, and you began to observe the way he moved his waist. 

You could tell he wanted something.

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And he wanted it badly.

Scaramouche

"Mmhmm... Y/N-"

You both drew back, taking a quick breath. Scaramouche went back in, not allowing you to take a complete breath. He was obsessed.

Obsessed with kissing, obsessed with the way you were holding onto his waist, obsessed with the pleasure he felt whenever you moved your tongue.

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Obsessed with you.

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It was just a few seconds before he drew away from you to pull off his shirt. His hair became messy in the process, but goodness, how much more attractive he looked with unruly hair.

You

"Wow, you got horny fast."

Scaramouche

"Shut it."

To silence you, he went straight back in, kissing you passionately. You couldn't hold it in any longer, you were too distracted by the movement of his hips. He swayed them back and forth very slowly, slightly riding on your torso.

Scaramouche

"Y/N... I want it."

He drew his face away from you again to speak and peered down at you with his hair covering most of his face. His half-lidded eyes were gazing into yours.

You

"Hm? What is it you want?"

You had a sly grin on your face, you wanted him to say it himself.

Scaramouche

"I- Well... Oh- Come on! Do you have to be like this even when we're about to have sex?!"

You

"Yes, yes I do."

Scaramouche

"Urgh... I hate you."

You

"No, I know you looove me."

"Come on, you know it's true!"

Scaramouche

"Agh!"

Scaramouche hid his face with two hands in humiliation while you laughed. Though he stopped swaying his hips on you, you wanted more.

When you placed your hands on Scaramouche's shorts, his hands moved from his face to both of your wrists.

You

"Oh? Did you change your mind? You don't want it anymore?"

Scaramouche

"No- I... I do- It's just..."

You

"Hm?"

You smiled once more.

Scaramouche

"... Stop smiling at me like that! You're making me embarrassed!"

You

"Hah, yes, I can see it all over your face. You're all red."

"Now, allow me."

You slowly removed Scaramouche's shorts and boxers. Scaramouche was much more humiliated by this point as he was entirely naked and you were still fully clothed.

You

"Hm... You're big for your size."

Scaramouche

"What?!... I can't tell if that's supposed to be a compliment or not."

You

"Just take it as a compliment."

Scaramouche

"This is unfair... So embarrassing."

You

"What do you mean? Your body looks beautiful."

Scaramouche

"Beautiful?... My body?..."

You

"Yes. It's beautiful."

Scaramouche

"Ah... Whatever!- Just... You're staring for too long!"

You

"What, staring at your cock?"

Scaramouche

"Yes! This is no fair, I'm out here completely undressed and you're still-"

You

"I know, I know," *Sigh* "Just give me one second."

Scaramouche, more bashful than ever, began to cover his whole body with his arms and hands. It didn't quite work.

You

"There we go. Are things fair now?"

Your pants were now scrunched up to your ankles. As he saw how big your dick/strap was, his cheeks flushed even more.

Scaramouche

"That... That's-"

So big...

You took the bottle of lubricant from the drawer next to Scaramouche's bed and started to prepare.

Scarmouche

"Oh. So that's what that bottle was."

You

"You looked through the drawers?"

Scaramouche

"I was bored, okay?"

You

"Ah, whatever. You were going to find out anyway. Now, turn around..."

Scaramouche

"Mmh..."

You

"What, are you still embarrassed? Or is it just that you want to look my way while I lubricate you?"

He averted his gaze from you, wondering how humiliating that would be.

You

"Come on now, it's not like I'll make fun of your ass or whatever."

He obeyed your command and turned around.

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Scaramouche

"Ah!"

His back arched the moment you used your hand to spread the lube in his hole.

You

"I wasn't expecting you to be this sensitive, y'know."

Scaramouche

"Ugh... Mmh..."

He didn't even bother to reply; all you could hear were moans that he tried to conceal with his hand. That wasn't working at all.

You also lubricated your dick/strap since you didn't want to hurt him during such an intimate moment.

You

"You can turn back around now."

Scaramouche felt the size of it resting on his back as you prepared to put it in.

Scaramouche

"Ah... Haaah..."

You

"Go up a bit more."

Scaramouche

"I'm... I'm trying..."

He felt a tingling sensation travel through his entire body as he felt the tip of it ready to enter. And he was in a state of worry, which he felt like he shouldn't have been in.

You

"Mmhh..."

Scaramouche

"Ah... Ah!-"

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"Y/N, wait!"

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You

"Hm?"

Scaramouche

"I... It's..."

You

"What?"

He groaned as he lifted his entire lower body, moving his ass away from your tip, and then lowered it again, sitting on your torso. You didn't mind the pre-cum seeping from his tip; it was dripping all over your shirt that you were still wearing.

You

"What's the matter?"

Scaramouche

"I've never done this thing before... I don't know what I'm doing-"

"I don't know how to have sex."

You

"What?! Why didn't you tell me?!"

"I could've seriously hurt you!"

Scaramouche

"I..."

You

"What, did you think that pretending it's not your first time would make you seem all manly?"

Scaramouche

"No!... I thought you'd make fun of me for being a virgin..."

You

"Well, you know I'm not like that."

Scaramouche

"Shut up, yes you are."

You

"... Hah, well okay. Maybe I am like that, but in this situation, I wouldn't have. Man, no wonder why you were so sensitive when I was lubricating you."

"In that case, we'll take things slow. I'll give you everything you need to know, because..."

"You'll need to keep these things in mind for the next time we do something like this."

Your lips were near his ear as you spoke.

Scaramouche

"Unh... Take things slow?"

He asked as you repositioned him and yourself. You were hovering on top of him now, and his legs were over your shoulders.

You

"Well- Yeah, you're a virgin, aren't you?"

Scaramouche

"Hm... You don't need to remind me."

You

"It's obviously gonna hurt you a bunch if I just shove my dick/strap in you, wouldn't it? Common sense, Scaramouche."

You told him, tapping your temple with one finger.

You

"But before I get to that part, I'm gonna pleasure you first..."

"I couldn't help but pay attention to your pre-cum, you got it all over my shirt."

"See?"

You showed him the wet spot on your shirt.

Scaramouche

"Oh... I did that?"

You

"Yeah. Man, this was a good shirt too."

Scaramouche

"Sorry..."

You

"Don't worry. I'll just have to wash it later."

You threw your shirt off, pulling it over your head with one hand.

Scaramouche

"!..."

You

"There. Now, we're equal."

You even removed your pants fully, preventing them from latching around your ankles.

You laid on your stomach, your face pressed between Scaramouche's legs. He barely had his forearms to hold his entire upper body, and your arms were hugging his thighs. You drew him closer to you and got things going.

Scaramouche

"Aah!"

You

"Calm down..."

You took one arm away from his thigh and stroked the side of his dick using your hand. You were running your tongue up and down on the other side of it.

Scaramouche

"Ugh- Ah!"

His cheeks were flushed, and you could see his obsessive gaze on you as you stared up at him from below.

You

"Wow, you really are sensitive."

Scaramouche

"This is my first time getting my dick sucked, let me have my moment!"

You

"Heh, whatever you want."

You'd had enough of teasing. You could see he wanted more, and you were there to give him what he desired. You stopped kissing the sides and wrapped your arm over his thigh again, your tongue slowly reaching the very head of his cock.

His dick slowly entered your mouth, and you could feel it working its way through your throat.

Scaramouche

"Haaah... Ah- Aah! Y/N!-"

You

"Mmhff... Ghhk-"

Your stifled moans and gags could hardly be heard since his cock was filling up your mouth. Scaramouche, on the other hand, was failing miserably to conceal his moans. He couldn't stop himself from moaning even louder every time you moved your head closer to it and took the whole thing in your mouth.

Two hands over his mouth seemed to be useless, it covered up nothing.

You

I've only been going at it for a few minutes, and he already looks like he's about to have an orgasm.

Scaramouche

"Ah... Hngh- Y/N..."

You were doing all the work until you felt Scaramouche place his hands on your head.

Scaramouche

"Ugh... Mmh..."

You could feel his grip on your hair trembling as it tightened. He kept both hands on your head firmly and began to thrust his hips gently.

Every time his cock touched the back of your throat, you couldn't help but moan, and the way it glided on your tongue so effortlessly was just too good.

Scaramouche

"Y/N... Haah..."

You

"Mmh!"

His thrusts became stronger and quicker, and drool and his pre-cum began to leak and flow from the corners of your mouth. A groan escaped your lips every time he shoved it in and out.

You

"Mmf- Mmhh!"

Scaramouche

"This feeling's... Ngghh... So strange-"

"But... Haaah..."

"It's so... Good..."

At this point, he could feel his dick throbbing, eager to orgasm. His thrusts became more forceful after that, and you began to moan loudly. When his dick was continuously hitting the back of your throat, you just couldn't keep them in.

Scaramouche

"Y/N... Ah- Y/N! I'm- Mmh..."

You

"Gah!"

Scaramouche pulled your hair back, drawing your head away from his dick.

Scaramouche

"Hnnggh!"

He came on you with spurts of sticky white fluid getting all over your face. There was a lot, possibly too much. He groaned as he watched himself have an orgasm before finally calming down.