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Your hands roughly push down on the front of Scaramouche's chest, straddling his lap while you two sit on the floor. His work desk sits in front of you, hiding your figures from anyone who may be peeking from the entrance to his office. His hands are planted firmly on the ground behind him, face turning away in a poor attempt to hide his bashful expression from your scrutinising gaze. The embarrassed Harbinger desperately wished he had his hat on to cover the shame plastered oh so cutely on his features.
Normally, he was the dominant one when it came to you. Or anything for the matter. But for some reason he let you be the assertive one right now.
"W-what do you think you're doing!?"
His hasty remark shoots out past his lips. Still looking anywhere other than your face, he expectantly waits for an answer.
"You know, this relationship isn't going to go anywhere if I don't do something about it..." You quip. One of your hands move to his hair, gently twirling and tugging the navy locks with your fingers. "We should at least start somewhere."
Balladeer was the one who had indirectly confessed to you a few months back. You returned his feelings, much to his relief. However, even after establishing your status together, he hadn't made any moves on you since.
And you were impatient.
You think the man has had some sort of sexual experience, right? After all, he was a bit older than you, and he always made remarks about how you didn't know much about the world after growing up in the closed-off nation of Inazuma. However, his actions and the look on his face were telling you otherwise. Despite his unsettling talent to quickly switch between personalities and mask his true feelings, he was doing a damn horrible job of concealing them at this moment.
With this intimate position you realised he was at your mercy. The mighty Scaramouche, the Sixth of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers was underneath you, uncomfortably squirming like a snail on a hot sidewalk. You knew he could flip you over in a matter of seconds. He was a Harbinger for god's sake, but he allowed you to remain on top.
Perhaps this was a secret kink of his, no?
A mischievous smile slowly spread on your face. You use the hand that was playing with his hair to bring his chin up, forcing him to directly look at you. The shared eye contact lasts for a moment before you casually break the silence.
"Do you like this? Do you like the way my hands feel against your body?" You murmur, sliding your palm teasingly up his torso. You felt how his body shivered against yours, how his breath hitched every time your hand met his collar bone. Hot thoughts swarmed both of your minds. This man was touch starved as hell it seemed.
"I-" He cut himself off before taking a deep breath and continuing. "I'm only like this around you. I feel hot and it's almost like I'm craving something. But that's the thing. I don't know what. All I know is that it has something to do with-" he glances down at his crotch and shamefully looks back up at you. "-down there."
The growing hardness was evident; you could tell he wouldn't let you stop now, not after reaching this point.
"I guess that leaves me with no choice other than to teach you how to handle these types of things." You smirk.
Your wandering hands eventually trail down to the hem of his shorts, slowly undoing the buttons.
"Come on, hurry up. We don't have all day." He encouraged you in a rather... snappy manner. It seemed the brief moment of bashfulness was gone and the old grumpy Scaramouche you knew so well had returned.
Rolling your eyes, you picked up the pace in removing any fabric that prevented you from reaching his aching cock.
The tip of your finger graciously brushed the slit of his length, and he whimpered in response. You look up at his face to see if he was alright, and his eyes were screwed shut at the slight pleasurable feeling.
"Why did you stop?" He asked once he realised you weren't touching him anymore. You saw that he was more than alright and resumed your actions with annoyance of your own consideration. He didn't notice you had already returned to your ministrations as he barked at you with mild irritation.
"I didn't say you coul-"
Before he could finish whatever he was saying, your mouth was on him. Small sighs and gasps escape past his lips as your tongue skilfully focuses on the head of his cock. His head was hung back at the sheer pleasure he was feeling. Wet noises filled the room while you sucked him off for the first time. You felt a light pressure on the top of your head, which you guessed was his hand.
You didn't mind his sexual inexperience, not really. Rather, you found it quite adorable how he was struggling to keep himself as quiet as possible, so that no one else in the building would hear your little brave escapade.
"Sto- ngh, stop teasing me." He bit back a moan mid-sentence.
You obliged, finally taking all of him in your mouth. The burn in your throat started to make itself known, but it was worth it hearing his choked stutters and praises of your name.
"Mmmph... god, you look so pretty like that Y/N" he whispers, a slight tremble in his voice. You reckoned it was his first time doing anything of this sort, so how was he already so adept at dirty talk? You sit still with his shaft inside your mouth until he beckons you to start moving again.
Balladeer's soft pants coaxed you to go faster, pushing him to cum down your throat. The hand on your head that was previously resting there tenderly was now tightly gripping your hair for support. It guided the pace at which you were going, and you could tell he desperately wanted you to keep increasing your speed. So you did just that.
His breathy whines served as a warning that he was going to release, so you prepared yourself. He wasn't even trying to hold himself back anymore. His hips stutter and the hot fluid comes gushing down your throat.
You pull yourself off him with a wet pop and instinctively swallow the liquid, a little trail dribbling down your chin.
Scaramouche’s ragged breathing and flushed face remained for a bit longer before he fully composed himself.
"Don't pull a stunt like that again in my office." He bitterly remarked, buttoning up his shorts. Your eyes land on his hands performing the action, ignoring his disapproving warning.
"But... It was nice. We should do that again sometime. In private next time." He continues, mainly content with how things turned out.
"Jerk..." You mumbled to yourself. You hadn't even gotten the chance to relieve yourself and he was already done? How inconsiderate!
But then again, this was Scaramouche we were talking about so you wouldn't have expected anything more from him.
Sighing, you realised you would have to take care of yourself later without him. It might be too early to rush things.
Your fingers reach out to his hair for the second time, playing with the dark strands.
"Ugh, I love you, you douchebag."
"Love you too." He sneers.