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By popular demand (absolutely nobody), I will be writing smutshots more often.

(Btw, there's kinda like degrading and edging in this, so be wary)

You don't wanna see this note, you just wanna read.
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You almost never saw Scaramouche. With how busy he is at work and how tired he is when he finally gets home, having even one conversation with him is equivalent to fighting a bear. Even you had to admit, it got annoying.

Who was going to talk to you? Who were you going to talk to? Who was... going to pleasure you? Make you feel special when you needed it? Clearly not him. He's too busy for that.

It's gotten to a certain extent where you started to question whether he loves you or not. He couldn't possibly hate you-

"(Y/N)..."

You heard a hushed voice from above you and saw your husband's figure loom over you. You.. you don't remember hearing him come in or feeling the mattress dip as he got onto the bed. All you knew was he was above you now with a hungry look in his eyes. Scaramouche was panting, looking awfully flustered for someone who just got home from a long day of work.

"(Y/N)..!"

He broke into your thoughts again and finally you acknowledged him.

"Oh, how was work? You don't seem as tired as normal."

Scaramouche seemed annoyed like that was all you had to say. He was making an open display of his neediness, afterall. He never does that. You slightly looked down from his eyes and onto his chest, seeing that his shirt was almost fully undone. Scaramouche placed his hand on your chin and lifted it up so you could look him in the eyes.

"What are you, dense?" Scaramouche growled, his stern voice was enough to metaphorically bend you over alone. "Can't you see what I'm trying to tell you..?"

"... So you're sexually frustrated?" You asked, that oblivious face on with a hint of smugness.

"Fuck you..." He hushed as he pulled his hand away from your chin and put both hands on both your knees. Scaramouche parted them like the red sea and put his knee in between your parted legs, extremely close to your crotch. Once Scaramouche's hands were off your knees, he took both your wrists and pinned your arms above you. Your body practically jolted upwards as you were filled with unnoticeable horniness.

"Know your place, (Y/N)." Scaramouche's own smirk was as clear as ever.

You looked down to his knee, which was dangerously close to your crotch. Your thoughts were overturned when you suddenly felt a sensation on your neck. Scaramouche was kissing your neck roughly, causing you to squirm under him.

"Wait..! I was just teasing..!" You protested as you tried (and failed) to move away from his kisses.

Scaramouche continued to ignore you as he kissed your neck even more, soon pressing his knee against your crotch and grinding you. The sensation was overwhelming as you tried your hardest to keep your eyes from closing. Despite the feeling of being in too much pleasure all at once, you tried to get yourself out of the situation by squirm ever so slightly away from Scaramouche. Of course, he noticed.

"What do you think you're doing?" He said, less of a question and more of a demand. "Do you really think you can get away from me? Pathetic..."

Suddenly, he bit down on your neck, causing you to moan quite loudly. Slowly, he started licking your neck as he got his knee off your crotch. Finally, the butterflies that swarmed your stomach eased, but now you had to deal with the harbinger attacking your neck... passionately.