okay as promised to some of my readers, this is the 2nd nsfw chapter BUT the roles are reversed and scaramouche is now the top, you're welcome 💪

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You chuckled gently as you felt Scaramouche's tender breath on the side of your neck as he kissed and marked it.

You

"... That's new. Where'd you learn how to do this?"

Scaramouche

"I observed the way you did it."

You

"Ah. I see."

Scaramouche

"Do you know how intense it was? You were gone for so long and for some reason, I could only ever look at the marks you left in between my thighs."

He said, then immediately dug his head into your neck.

You

"Hehe... Well, since you're so damn pale, of course, the hickey's gonna last there for long."

"There's nothing bad I can say though, you're good."

You said as you glanced into the mirror to look at your neck.

You

"Scaramouche... We can't..."

Scaramouche

"Shut it. Yes, we can."

You

"There are people right on the other side of this wall, dumbass. The walls are super sensitive, they'll hear you.

Scaramouche

"No. They won't be hearing my voice..."

"They'll be hearing yours."

You

"Oh?"

Scaramouche

"Come on..." *Kiss* "Y/N... Let's switch things around."

He said as he interrupted himself by constantly kissing your neck.

Scaramouche

"You got to hear all the noises that came out of my mouth..."

*Kiss*

"See all the faces I made..."

"It's only fair that you give me the same, right?"

You

"Hm... Whatever you say."

He looked at you and smiled for a moment, then continued to cover your neck with kisses.

He chuckled softly, pulling down the zipper of your pants. You could feel his body heat all over you, which let you know that he was really craving it since he's always cold. His body was so close to yours up against the bathroom wall.

You

"Woah..."

Scaramouche

"... What?..." *Kiss* "Too much?"

You

"Not at all."

His kisses ascended from your chest to your face until his lips touched yours. The next thing you know, Scaramouche was eager to stick his tongue right in your mouth. Scaramouche's hand was working its way into your underwear at this point, and your pants were slightly drooping.

His other hand touched the side of your face gently as he went ahead to make out with you.

When his hand made contact with your clit/dick, you furrowed your brows.

Scaramouche

"And you always made fun of me for being so sensitive..."

You

"I am not as sensitive as you are."

Scaramouche

"Sure you're not. Whatever you say."

He played with you for a while, and you kept wondering how much better he could get with the way he moved his fingers. How could he be that skilled for his first time?

You could feel your legs giving out gradually as you breathed heavily to drown out any noises you made.

Scaramouche

"Come on."

He drew his hand away from your pants so he could remove his own. After, he took yours off and threw them to the side. Scaramouche sat on the closed toilet seat and he dragged you with him to sit on his lap, his dick pressing against your clit/dick.

You

"Are you trying to tease me?"

Scaramouche

"Pfft... No."

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"Is it working?"

You

"Nope. You suck at this."

"I know how bad you wanna put it in, it's written all over your face."

Scaramouche

"Are you saying you don't want me to put it in?"

"Because I'm all about consent. If you don't want to, we'll stop."

You

"No. No, don't stop."

Scaramouche

"Hm. So I'm not bad at teasing after all."

You

"Shut up."

"Personally, I don't even think you know how to-"

Scaramouche tightened his grip on your hips and forced you up, then banged you back down just as his tip made contact with your hole. His dick rammed you deep within, giving you a shiver in the pit of your stomach.

You let out the loudest, most unexpected moan and quickly tucked your face into Scaramouche's shoulder to hide your expression. This sight to see was simply too much for him, he was bound to cum any minute now.

Scaramouche

"Fuck!"

He whimpered, throwing his head back, fighting against his desire to ejaculate. He hadn't expected a single thrust to have him so worked up. Your legs were twitching and you were squeezing Scaramouche hard.

Because your face was hidden in it, he could feel your warm, heavy breaths on his neck. You were unintentionally doing everything you could to make him so excited.

Scaramouche

"You were talking too much."

You responded with heavy breathing.

Scaramouche was making far more noise than you, despite the fact that you were the bottom this time.

You

"Hehe, what? Are you close already?"

Scaramouche

"No!"

You

"You do climax easily."

"So easily."

Scaramouche

"What are you doing?..."

You positioned your hands on his shoulders and prepared to move your hips.

Scaramouche

"Wait!"

"Y/N, don't-"

You moved forward and backward slowly and gently, observing Scaramouche's facial expression shift dramatically.

Scaramouche

"Okay..."

"Mmh!"

"Y/N, wait, wait!"

You

"Oh?"

You stopped moving.

Scaramouche

"I don't wanna finish so quickly..."

"I want to last."

You

"Alright."

Scaramouche

"But I can't fucking do that when you do this so well!"

"Why do you have to be so good at this?!"

You

"Because I want to make you feel good."

Scaramouche

"Oh!..."

"That's sweet of you."

You

"Of course!"

You grabbed his face and began kissing him all over, making him chuckle.

You kissed his neck and began thrusting your hips back and forth as slowly as you could.

Scaramouche

"Ah..."

You could see it all over his face, just by you moving ever so slightly he was about to explode. So, to avoid this, you paused for a split second.

You did this numerous times, carefully moving up and down, forward and backward on his dick and then pausing just as he was ready to cum. You'd wait for a moment, and when he looked more relaxed, you continued to move your hips.

You

"Mmh..."

This immense build-up to your orgasm felt so good.

Scaramouche couldn't do it He couldn't stand it any longer. He grasped your hips again and began pushing you up and down, leaving you helpless. It hit you deep within once more, you moaned louder than ever.

His pre-cum served as lube, making it so easy for him to maneuver you.

You

"Ah!-"

Scaramouche

"Shh..."

He covered your mouth with his hand while still thrusting hard into you and controlling your every move.

Scaramouche

"Mmh!"

He attempted to conceal his own moans as he pulled out and came on himself without even using his hands. Your body, your very presence, was enough for him to have such a good orgasm.

With his half-lidded eyes, he looked down at his stomach which was covered in his own sticky white liquid.

You

"Hard again?"

Scaramouche

"I..."

"I want more."

You

"Yeah, yeah, I know you do."

Scaramouche

"It's only fair if both of us get the same amount of pleasure..."

"So I'm going to do everything I can to give you the orgasm of your life."

You

"Hm..."

While still sitting on his lap, you smiled at him. You were looking into his eyes as he leaned back on the toilet seat; he became worn out instantly.

Scaramouche

"Man, how do... How did you do this so well for such a long time?! Being on top is tiring!"

You

"I'm aware it's tiring. Especially since you wanted more every time you came."

Scaramouche

"Don't bring that up."

"What's up with you teasing so much?"

You

"It's fun."

Scaramouche

"Hm. Okay. 'It's fun' my ass."

He stood up, causing you to get up, and dragged you over to the counter. He bent you over the sink, and you were staring right at yourself in the mirror. The newly cleaned countertop sent a cold shiver on your stomach.

Scaramouche

"There. Now you can see all those faces you make yourself."

He didn't even wait, he couldn't stand it any longer. He drove his dick much more deeply inside of you than before. You could feel it inside of you, but you were too taken aback to even make a noise. But, when he started moving, you let it all out. All your pleasurable sounds. No holding back.

You

"Agh! Mmh-"

Scaramouche

"Hey, hey, the others are going to hear you..."

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"They probably already did. I don't even know why I try anymore."

You

"Hngh! Ugh!"

You laid your head on the sink counter, unable to control your muscles at this moment. It felt so good that it left you speechless. No words, just moans. A line of drool dripped from the corner of your mouth.

Scaramouche

"Y/N..."

Your facial expressions were his favourite thing ever. He couldn't take his eyes off of you.

You didn't want him to stop.

He didn't want to stop.

It was all too good.

You

"Aah... Hah- Ngh!"

Scaramouche

"Oh..."

He put two fingers in your mouth to silence you, raising your head so you could see yourself in the mirror again. He had one hand in your mouth and the other on your hip. From behind, his body was so close to yours.

You weren't even aware that you started to bite his hand. Every time he thrust deep into you, you felt an immense tingle in your stomach and on your clit/penis, making you bite down on his hand even harder.

Scaramouche couldn't help but adore your ideal attractiveness in the mirror. Your hair was dishevelled in the hottest manner possible, and you creased your brows and let your jaw drop every time you moaned.

Even with Scaramouche's fingers in your mouth, you could feel saliva seeping from your mouth. Scaramouche, unable to restrain himself, started pounding into you at a faster pace.

You

"Mmf!- Mmh... Mmh!"

Your moans were somewhat more quiet than before, now that Scaramouche's hand was in the way.

Scaramouche whined and whimpered, wanting to cum again.

Your moans, heavy breathing, and the squelching caused by the constant motion between your hole and his dick were too much. Too good. He was gonna blow.

Scaramouche

"Y/N!"

You

"Mmmh!-"

He thrust his cock into you even harder than before, and each time he did you felt a stream of his semen seep inside of you. Scaramouche's torso pressed into your back. He took his hand out of your mouth and started rubbing your clit/stroking your cock, causing your knees to buckle as your brain shut off and you felt an immense amount of pleasure; your orgasm.

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-MEANWHILE-

Childe

"So... We're just gonna let them be?"

Itto

"Yup."

Kazuha

"Mhm."

Childe

"Aaand... This has happened before?"

Shinobu

"Yes."

Childe

"They're very... Loud."

Itto

"You'll get used to it."

Childe

"Uh-huh..."

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You

"Ngh! Mmh... Haah..."

Scaramouche had to keep you up since you couldn't keep up with those weak knees any longer. From behind, he sank his head into your shoulder and kissed you all over that similar area. That sex was beyond intense, and things were finally starting to settle down.

You

"I... Ugh..."

"Wh... Ngh..."

Scaramouche

"Hah... Haha, dicked you down so good that I took away your ability to speak."

You

"Mghm..."

Drool dripped from the corner of your mouth as you rested your head on the bathroom counter. You shuddered as Scaramouche pulled out of you, grunting quietly.

Scaramouche

"Fuuuck... I forgot how much of a pain this is to clean up."

Scaramouche's semen ran down your legs, making a huge sticky mess in between your thighs. There were even drops of it on the floor that you'd just cleaned, to remind you.

You

"..."

Scaramouche

"... Y/N? Are you okay?"

You

"Yeah, I... I'm just really exhausted."

Scaramouche

"Shit! Was that too much?! Should I have gone slower or more gentle, or both?!"

You

"Hey, calm down! It wasn't too much. I liked it, don't worry."

"It's just that sex in general is... Really exhausting, you get me?"

Scaramouche

"Oh okay..."

You

"Don't worry about it. I'm fine."

You told him as you brought your head off the counter and faced him.

Scaramouche

"Uhm... I know you already cleaned the bathtub, but I... I wanted to take a bath together. Just like how we did back then. I'll clean it again after we use it."

You

"That would be nice, Scara. Thank you."

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You

"What... What is that supposed to be?"

Scaramouche

"It's a cat."

You

"Oh?"

Scaramouche

"Yup."

It was funny to think that the man who was just fucking you up against the bathroom counter was now making cute shapes out of bubbles in the bathtub.

You

"Okay then. I'll make a dog so your cat has a friend."

Scaramouche

"No no, it has to be a cat."

You

"Why's that?"

Scaramouche

"Because I like cats better."

You giggled.

You

"Hah, okay then. I'll make a cat."

You started moulding your bubble-made cat next to that large cluster of bubbles that looked nothing like a cat.

Scaramouche

"..."

You

"And there. Now, they can be best friends."

Scaramouche, who was sitting across from you in the tub, began crawling towards you, tearing apart your bubble kittens.

You

"Aw, man..."

He sat on top of your lap, facing you.

You

"?..."

Scaramouche

"You make me so happy."

Scaramouche looked you in the eyes and then at your lips. He returned his attention to your eyes before leaning in for a kiss.

Scaramouche

"You're so sweet to me."

You

"I'm glad you think of me that way."

He buried his face in your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you. He enjoyed being held by you.

Scaramouche

"Never leave me again, please..."

You

"I won't."

"I promise."

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Bang bang bang!

You and Scaramouche jumped, and he turned his head to look at the door.