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Sitting on the couch in the dim living room light, you were about to get up to get a head start on Scaramouche’s lunch for tomorrow and dinner when you heard jingle noises and the front door flung open. Before you could even comment anything else, though, Scaramouche came in exhaustedly. You were passing by the door entrance when you noticed Scaramouche had just come home from his duties.
Just when you were gonna ask how he’s been, he threw his arms around you and held you really tight. Like, super tight. His face was buried into the crook of your neck and you couldn’t even comprehend what was going on.
“Aren’t you gonna tell me how your day has been?” You asked, patting his back and leaning backward to see if you could even catch a bit of his lovely face.
“It was horrible, as usual, and you know it.” Scaramouche replied, facing towards you and holding an arm out with a thumbs down.
You noticed his drowsy violet eyes and his raspy voice, probably from yelling at his subordinates all day long. He looked like his life was sucked out of him and he was blinkingly trying to stay awake, you could tell.
“You look tired, how about you take a nap on the couch? I’ll only be in the kitchen making dinner and your lunch.”
That caught his attention. Scaramouche looked at you like you had just offended his whole existence.
“Nuh-uh. I’d rather stay awake than nap without you as my pillow.” He said, with an obvious cheeky-looking pout on his face.
You sighed. You’ve offered him to sleep on your lap once when he was overly exhausted that day but that was only because he looked like he was gonna pass out. Obviously, you wouldn’t leave him to “die” himself so you proposed the suggestion and he obliged. It was something you guys never did before since it was weird and awkward but he looked like he really needed some sleep. At that time, the current couch in the living room was being delivered and you’d already gotten rid of the old one so it was just the floor and a lonely coffee table.
But ever since then, he’s always found loopholes through you just to sleep in your lap again. Of course, his big ego can’t handle the embarrassment so he refers to you as his pillow instead of just asking normally like a regular person. Technically he’s not a person and he’s definitely not normal.
“Fine, but you have to help me with dinner after.” You rolled your eyes but you could tell Scaramouche’s eyes gleamed at that. The way his dark purple lenses shone for a fraction of a second caught your attention.
You led him to the couch by his arm and sat down comfortably. Then, you motioned him to your lap and he crawled onto the couch before laying his head down on your thighs. He already closed his eyes and peacefully rested in front of you. Something you thought would never happen, but it did.
Almost immediately, his furrowed angry expression changed into more of a settled and neutral tone. Placing a kiss on his forehead, you waved your fingers through his soft indigo strands before dozing off. Maybe a short nap wouldn’t hurt…
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Waking up from your short slumber, you were greeted by Scaramouche who was still silently resting on your lap. Smiling at his relaxed figure (for once). Your eyes were stuck to his charming features. His symmetrical face, glowing clear skin, beautifully swept hair, and his perfectly proportioned face. Honestly, he was worth every breath of yours.
A couple of minutes have passed since you have been captivated by Scaramouche’s beauty when you were suddenly reminded to check the time. It wasn’t your plan to oversleep at this hour since every day is a busy day so when you noticed that it was 6:18 pm and an hour has gone by because of the nap, maybe it was time to start dinner.
Carefully getting out of Scaramouche’s grip, you placed his head on the couch gently before getting up trying to prevent any noise. Quietly moving towards the kitchen as you brainstormed on dinner.
Soup? Rice? Stir-fry? Maybe I should just make some noodles I got from my trip to Liyue. Yes, just make a bowl of noodles obviously.
What a chef, honestly.
Getting your ingredients out of the cabinets, you started by boiling the water and chopping up the basic ingredients for the noodle soup base. You were chopping up green onions and deciding whether or not to make this meal spicy when you almost jumped out of your skin when you felt someone embrace you from behind. Their face was nuzzled to your neck again and you could feel their cold nose tickling your skin. You turn and of course, you see Scaramouche behind you.
Sighing from the sudden motion and his sneakiness, you heard him miserably fail at holding in a chuckle and he looked up to see your face. When he saw that you were already looking at him with judgment, he let out his cheeky grin and evil laugh. Though particularly in this situation, it isn’t quite evil.
“Did you have a nice sleep with your pillow?” You mocked him.
“No, because my pillow ended up moving away!” Scaramouche said, staring at you with a deadpan expression.
“Not my problem. Help me with dinner or you’re not getting food.” You demanded.
Trying to finish cutting the green onions, you felt Scaramouche tighten his grip around your abdomen and he started placing kisses all over your neck, shoulder, and jaw. You couldn’t even comment on his hold around you being so tight and now he’s messing with you!
From then on, things turned heated pretty quickly when he started leaving love bites and hickeys all over your skin. Sucking and licking your skin causing little bruises to form. Your body has become stiff from trying to not react to his sudden stunt. He wasn’t even trying to contain himself, he just popped up out of nowhere and started doing whatever this is! You choked back a whine at how..weirdly good it felt?
“What do you think you're doing!?” You muttered out.
“Obviously helping you out with dinner.”
Was this some kind of joke to him? You couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or meaning something else but whatever it is, it definitely wasn’t helping. After what felt like years, you managed to finish cutting the toppings for supper with Scaramouche bothering you. He was still teasing with you and assaulting your neck.
“You’re not even helping me make dinner, you’re just distracting me!” You grumbled.
But before you could even protest anymore, Scaramouche flipped you around so that your back was against the counter. His knee shoved between the space of your legs. He examined your reddening marks on the sides of your neck like a proud artist. He was also holding you by your jaw and you gulped down a lump of concern at what he’ll do next. Perhaps he was very satisfied with the marks or he didn’t like them, either way, Scaramouche let go of your face to grip onto your hair with his other hand placed on your waist.
Pulling your hair back, he now had access to more empty spots on your neck at the front. You were literally unable to do anything in this position since you were trapped between him and the counter. You squeaked, wincing at the pain when he bit down on a particular spot that drew some blood. But Scaramouche licked it up and sucked on it like some vampire. This was definitely not what you were expecting to happen…
“Scara.. I need to finish dinner.” You tried again.
To your dismay, Scaramouche didn’t even respond properly. He just hummed against your skin and continued kissing all over you. It was pretty hard trying to hold back the noises when he was doing all of this. Your little whimpers were occasionally let out. Now’s not really the time!
Fortunately, you were about to say something again when the sound of a pot’s lid clinking could be heard. The noodles were spilling out of the overflowing pot! It was making a weird irritating noise and steam was all over the top. Both of you turned your attention to the pot that just interrupted your little “time” with Scaramouche.
“There’s always an interruption when I’m trying to do something. You can literally make dinner later, it's just 6:34! I’d rather be doing something else…” Scaramouche rolled his eyes, turning off the stove as he collected the fallen noodles.
“Priorities, Scara.”
”Psh, and I’m not your priority?”
Scaramouche was gonna go on and rant about something else in defense when you pulled him by the ear and sat him down on the high stools near the other counter. You waved a finger at him signaling that you didn’t want him interfering with your cooking. Accepting his fate, he crossed his arms and looked away from you annoyingly.
Finally! You were able to finish dinner without any complications!
The noodles were soon ready and piled in a bowl with side dishes and other toppings. You’ve decided to make it slightly spicy just for some more flavor and you set both bowls down on the table. When you looked over at Scaramouche who seemed to be very quiet suddenly, he was already eyeing your actions like a lost animal. He looked at you in the eye when he noticed the sudden stop in your movements.
“Finally acknowledging me?” He said.
“I’ve always acknowledged you.” You stated, walking over to him on the stool as if he was in time out.
Clearly, that wasn’t the answer he was looking for since he was now staring at you like you’d offended his existence again. His arms were crossed as he had an eyebrow raised waiting for you to correct yourself. Eventually, you gave up.
“Okay, fine, I’m sorry for ignoring you.” You sheepishly apologized, extending your arms out for a hug.
Scaramouche seemed pleased enough that he took your offer and the two of you hugged over the stool. But obviously knowing Scaramouche, he bit into your neck. Again.
If his bites didn’t hurt much before, this bite definitely hurts now. A shiver was sent down your spine when he sank his teeth into your delicate skin which was covered in many bruises already. Giving up and letting him do his own thing now that you were done with dinner, you just stood there grimacing while he sucked harshly at the bite mark. His teeth definitely left indents like a dog bit you or something. The hands that were previously on your back were now roaming your body, causing you to shiver at the ticklish feeling.
“...Are you done?”
Scaramouche pulled his head away and took a look at the new bruise forming and smirked devilishly. What a menace…
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“Scaramouche, what did you do?!” You shrieked at him from the bathroom.
You only went to use the bathroom after you’d finished your food when you saw the different marks all over your neck and jaw. They came in different shades of colors and sizes of reddish purple. Though you did expect something like this, it took you by surprise because you were not expecting your whole neck to be covered by fresh hickeys.
“It’s art and you’re my canvas!” He shouted back.
You came out of the bathroom to face him angrily and you could only notice the menacing large grin Scaramouche had on his face. He was still finishing his bowl of noodles because he kept talking about his colleagues and teasing you. His eyes were drawn to the biggest hickey on the right side of your neck, the one he bit into a couple of moments ago.
“Why. Did. You. Do. That!” You complained, shaking him by his shoulders.
“Why did I not is the real question.”
“I’m literally gonna get bullied during work! And what if I get in trouble!?”
Scaramouche muttered how that it’s not his problem and you huffed in response. He continued reading his work documents and ignoring your complaints. But then you stopped complaining and started intensely staring at him. You were weirding him out so when he finally turned his attention to you, he noticed that your eyes were drawn to HIS neck.
He knew what he was getting himself into if it’s with you. Sighing, he pulled down the collar of his body suit (he had his outer layers taken off already) so that you had access. Oh, you were gonna ruin his beautiful skin.
And before he knew it, you leaned in and nibbled on his tender skin before desperately sucking on it. Mark after mark, you left many small bruises all over his jaw and the upper half of his neck since his collar was in the way, just like he did to you. If he was gonna humiliate you at work, you were gonna do the same with him. Both of you knew these marks can’t gonna be covered up completely without some of it peeking.
You did everything you could to get back at him. Kissing harshly, sucking, nibbling, swirling, whatever. Scaramouche’s oh-so-perfect skin was gonna be littered with soon reddening hickeys. Scaramouche looked pretty unfazed at all of this despite groaning a couple of times.
“Stand up, you’re too low down here.” You said.
Scaramouche sheepishly chuckled before getting up from his seat and turning to you. The both of you were about the same height, maybe he is a couple of centimeters taller but still. If Scaramouche thought you were gonna continue with what you were previously doing, he’s wrong. Perhaps a little wrong.
You went in, grabbed his hand (more so his wrist), and pulled in for a kiss instead. Lips colliding with his. This action made him a bit taken aback, his eyes were widened seeing your confidence. His back was pressed against the table while you were holding him in place. Kissing back, his mouth parted when he felt your tongue poking for an entrance. Your tongue slithered its way into his mouth and intertwined with his tongue. You swirled your tongue with him while he tried his best to keep up with you, occasionally letting out small whimpers. Drool was starting to seep out of your mouth but you didn’t care. If this is something he wanted, you’ll give it to him.
Your hand traveled to entangle with his indigo hair, pulling it back releasing a gasp from Scaramouche. Sucking on his tongue which made him release a low moan, the two of you continued the make out session for what felt like years. You were starting to lose your breath and you both parted, string of saliva was all that was left that connected you two.
”A little bold today, huh?” He smirked at you, wiping the spit from his chin.
“Just to make it even.” You responded back, looking at all of the marks on him.
“Mhm, yeah, whatever.”
Leaving the room to get a small mirror for him, he seemed confused at why you ran off at first but when you showed him his reflection, his eyes widened. He snatched the mirror from you and at every angle, he saw the reddening marks all over him.
“I won’t ever be able to cover this!” Scaramouche said, looking at you.
“Fair and square.” You replied, moving across from him and somewhat admiring him.
He displeasingly huffed before going back to his documents and giving you the silent treatment. While you were too busy staring at him (again), thinking about how lucky you are to have such an irresistible lover. Though he’s still the usual Scaramouche, cold and rude, he can be a little loving in his own way. Only a little.
“Stare all you want, I already know I’m handsome. You should be honored for even breathing air in my direction.”
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“Scara, I hate you.” You sighed out, standing in front of the bathroom mirror examining the fresh marks covering you.
“And why’s that? I thought you loved me.” Scaramouche, standing behind you, wrapped an arm around your waist.
“I do but I don’t, I look like my neck was burned minus the teeth marks.” You stated, staring at yourself still in disbelief.
“Well, then I think you look good with a burned neck.” He said, tracing a mark on the back of your neck with his fingertip.
“No, I look–”
“You look beautiful, is that what you want to hear?”
“I– We’re talking about my neck not how I look!”
“Then your neck is beautiful, I don’t know- what do you want me to say!?”
He gave you one last frustrated kiss on your jaw as you tried to hide a smile.
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