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You worked to hard to impress the Taritsa and you finally made it. You're now part of the Fatui Harbingers. It's been a month or two already and you've already made friendships with your new colleges as well as a particular interesting relationship...
Scaramouche sat uncomfortably in his seat, trying incredibly hard to concentrate during the meeting and to cover his crotch, tapping his foot on the white marble floor anxiously. He looked angrily at you as you peacefully listened to Signora speak. A shiver went down your spine as you felt his intense staring, his cold gaze making the already cold rooms temperature drop drastically. You make eye contact with him and returned a smug smile. Both of you sat next to each other, but your original seat was across him. Since Childe wasn't able to make it because he had to attened other matters, you took this opportunity to sit next to him. "You're cute when you're angry, but keep looking at me like that and I'll make things harder for you, love." You whispered as your finger caressed the Start button on the remote controller of the bullet vibrator, threatening to press it. The man grit his teeth, "I hate you." He hissed. You'd known Scaramouche before you had became a Harbinger, he was oddly nicer to you than he was with the rest of the Fatui. You don't exactly remember how you got in a relationship with him, after the drunk kiss at a Fatui Harbinger-only event, you both just unconsciously commited to each other.
"Scaramouche," Signora said, making the him flinch. "What are your opinions on this plan?" The elegant woman asked as she tapped the dark wood table. The tapping echoed through out the room as if it was like a count down for Scaramouche's response. "Well, I believe that-" you pressed the button, activating the vibrator, curious on how he will handle such stimulation during a serious moment like this. He paused, pressing his lips together to stop any reaction from showing. "It's a great plan," he began, fixing his posture. "H-however I would make the first half more discreet and replace Y/N, they do not have enough exper-" You rise the intensity of the vibrator, agitated at him belittling you. 'Is he doing this on purpose? He's got guts,' You wondered in your mind. "Not enough experience you say?" You say, raising an amused eyebrow. There was complete silence in the room, people shocked at how a newbie like yourself interrupting the infamous Harbinger. "Well how will I ever get mission-experience if you don't allow me to take part in missions, sir?" You inquire with a irritated look on your face. Scaramouche opened his mouth but nothing came out. Usually this would start an argument between you two, but due to special circumstances, it was quite understandable why he didn't respond. If he did try did try to speak, he'd surely moan in front of everyone. His eye twitched with anger as he bit his lip. Next time he has control, you knew you were so fucked...
"Don't worry, I will not disappoint." You reassured him and the other Harbingers with a confident smirk. "We have high expectations of you, Y/N" Dottore says. "I have a request to add to the plan..." As another Harbinger moves on to another topic, you let your hand sneakily wander under the table to grab and rub his inner thigh, edging him as ur fingers slowly crawled to his cock. Scaramouche covered his mouth, suppressing his soft moans into quiet humming. You began to gently rub it over his clothes, the coolness of the steel chasity transferring onto your warm hand. The vibrator and your touch made his body aroused, but the chasity stopped him from developing a full boner making this dick be tightly squeezed in the metal cage. Scaramouche inhales a sharp breath, his head tilting backwards. "T-that is enough." He whispered, the glimmer in his eyes pleading for you to have mercy, but you continued. "Stop. I can't take anymore," he tightly grips onto your wrist, "that's the point, dear," you whispered back, smirking. He removes your hand away from his crotch, digging his nails into your skin, making you hiss in pain, you glare at him, rubbing your hand which now had nail marks on it. "Right, that is all for the meeting. Apologies it was short." Signora said as she gracefully got up from her seat. You both got up as well and left the large, cold meeting room, dragging Scaramouche around the corridors by his wrist, trying to find a room. "Let go of me, you brute!" He struggled to escape your grasp, his legs wobbling while he tried to walk as his body was getting weaker by the second, looking like a baby deer learning how to walk. "Me? A brute? How hypocritical, were you not the one to tried to kill that famous traveller the first time you met them?" You chuckled.
You had finally found an empty room, it was an office which was no longer in use, which meant that no people should be walking in here. "I can finally take care of you," you hummed. Scaramouche walked in, his face contorting into disgusted expression to your words. "What's with that look? You don't want me to? Fine then." You put the vibrators intensity to max as you close the door. Scaramouche's legs gave out and fell to his knees "No- stop-" He choked out his words, grabbing his cock as his legs shook. You caress his cheek, "Look at you... your body has become so needy. It's amusing to see you so powerless." You bite your thumb as you grin. "T-take it off n-now," the man whined while he desperately took off his shorts, letting out a squeak from the light friction of fabric moving. "Well, you'll have to convince me to take it off, because you were quite rude earlier. You deserve this punishment." You sighed and pout sarcastically. His face heated up, turning him as red as a valberry from embarrassment. "F-for fucks sake y/n..." He grumbled. "P-please release me..." Scaramouche said, tears in his eyes from the vibrators stimulation, causing him to let out moans he could not during the meeting. "My cock is suffocating. I n-need you, y/n. Please, I'll be a good boy now I promise." He shamefully looked to the floor. You gaze at him lustfully, seeing him like this vulnerable turned you on.
You tilt his chin and take the key out from your pocket, waving it in front of him. His eyes followed the keys movement like a cat's eyes follow a laser-toys light. "Alright, here it is." You smile, his eyes glitter with glee, excited to remove the chastity. "Next time I won't be so nice." You say before you kiss him. You unlock the device, the cold metal cage sliding off his warm skin made him moan into the kiss.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" You say as you watch his cock get fully erect immediately. "Y-yeah," he replies, breathless from the kiss. "You're so dirty for agreeing to this. Imagine if the rest of the Harbingers knew!" You chuckled, watching him tense up as your thumb circles on the tip of his cock. "Y/n I- aghh..." Scaramouche throws his head back, being cut off by his own moans as he ejaculated into you hand. "Disgusting," You sneer "It's expected for you to be sensitive but you didn't even warn me. Slut." You say as you watch the white fluid drip from your fingers. "Shut up, I tried..." Scaramouche mumbled. "..Shut up?" You giggle irritatedly and slap him, causing him to fall onto the floor and his hat to tumble off his head. He held his stinging, red, cheek, the cum from your hand now smeared across his face. "I'd think before I speak if I was you, Scaramouche," You spit whilst getting up from crouching and without hesitation, stomp your foot on his hard dick. "I'm sorry! sorry!" He shouted, a word he had trouble saying but never with you. You let out a callous laugh as he whimpers beneath you in pain, his back arching every time you pressed harder and roughly rubbing it with the sole of your boot. Sadistically smiling the squirming man beneath you while hungry eyes devoured the image of this precious moment that no one else will ever ever get to see: his slim body beneath you, helplessly writhing as it's lower region gets tormented, his thin pale fingers clenching on to your ankle begging for the pain to end.
"nngh- y/n it hurts! Get off- aah I'm close f-fuck," Scaramouche cried, his hips betraying him as the instinctively thrust into the sole of your shoe, desperately trying to grind against to feel something pleasurable other than just pain. "Huh? Getting close from me crushing your cock? You’re more perverted than I thought.” you scoffed, making the man shy. He covered his face with his slender hands to hide his flushed face and muffle his moans. "Embarrassed, aren't you?" You giggle, "The meanest Fatui Harbinger enjoys being ruined and ridiculed! Who would have thought?" You cheered.
You lift your foot from his cock and reach into your pocket with a malicious grin. "Since you liked that, you'll love this too..." Your suspenseful words sending a shiver down his spine. His dick was red and throbbing- sore but harder than ever. As you take out a silver thin rod from your pocket and a small bottle of lube. Scaramouche's eyes widened, "Where's that going?" He questioned, followed by a nervous chuckle. You switch the vibrator off and glide the cold silver stick against his dick, "N-no way... that’s not where… I can’t- I can’t take that.”he said as he watched you apply lube onto the object, his length twitching with anticipation. The item was stainless steel and long. It was thin but had bumps, like beads but flat and at the every end of it there was a dangling ring which you held it from. "Sssh... it'll feel good, just different," you reassured him, planting a soothing kiss on the head of his cock that was practically burning red from you stepping on it.
As you slid the now slippery sound inside his urethra, "y/n..." his breath hitched as he groaned, watching the stick disappear inside, the strange sensation making him gasp. One it was all in, a slight tingling and burning feeling was stirred up inside him. The pressure inside his urethra was oddly pleasurable. "Look at you, taking it so well. How does it feel? getting your cock stuffed?" You chuckled, petting his hair. "W-weird... Full..." Scaramouche struggled to described, barely able to speak from the confusing painful pleasure he was receiving.
You play around at first, with the sound: pulling it up and letting it fall back in. Watching his cock consume it. It was so arousing to watch this object thrust into him. You lick your lips, straddling his thigh. "...Oh really? Tell me more," You begin to jerk him off while riding his thigh, stimulating your clit to the sound of his gasps and moans. The movement from the hand job made the sound move up and down inside of him, causing a loud moan to escape his mouth. "Oh fuck-" He huffs. Scaramouche bites his hand and shuts his eyes, with each pump he receives he lets out a groan. "aah Don't stop y/n nngh- more!" He demands, the trembling of his legs almost acting like a vibrator for you. "It's hitting your prostate isn't it?" You smirk, biting your lip and begin to go faster, abusing his sensitive spot.
Reaching his orgasm, Scaramouche's indigo eyes rolls back while he drool dribbled from the corner of his mouth, panting with his tongue out like a dog. The pre-cum seeping out from the sides of the sound. Oh how you adored seeing him this lewd, the face he was making made you wetter than before and blush hard, "The sight of you is enough to make me come, Scara. You make me so weak," You moan, your free hand unconsciously wandering down to your crotch to touch your self but you was already too close.
"Aah shit, I'm gonna-"
"Y/n, enough! nngh- I'm going to c-"
The two of you cum at the same time, your cum poured onto Scaramouche's smooth thigh, however instead of ending it with a long satisfied moan like you did, Scaramouche let out a choked noise.
"Right! You can't cum properly!" You cackled. Scaramouche let's out a quite sob, wiping the tears that accumulated in his eyes before they had the chance to spill. "Take it out...now." He commands, gritting his teeth. His tone made your eye twitch with irritation.Your lips curl into a menacing grin, making him frown. "I don't know what you have planned now, but I don't like it." He said, wincing in pain from not being able to cum. "You will love it, dear, trust me."
He sighs, whilst you kiss his inner thigh. He heedlessly opened his legs, "Good boy, your body knows exactly what to do," you pat his soft dark hair, "I don't need your praise, just hurry up," he grunted while you pulled the string that was hanging out from his hole to take out the bullet vibrator, the sudden feeling of it making him yelp. "You're so desperate, are you not humiliated?" You raised your eyebrow, amused how shameless he was despite the situation. You did love that about him. "You would think railing someone's pee hole would humble them... apparently not." You sighed, then flick his cock which created a painful moan. "Shut up..." he murmured. You spread his cheeks, admiring the view before squeezing some lubricant on the hole and fingers, the temperature of the lube against Scaramouche's warm entrance caused him to shiver. Without warning you shove two fingers into him, thrusting into his ass. Though he saw it coming, he let out a sharp gasp and it caused his while body to jolt.
Multi-tasking once more, you turn on the bullet vibrator and hold it against his soft dick which still had the sound in. "Y/N! " Scaramouche yelled, suprsied at the new feeling. The vibration from the outside made the silver inside vibrate too, forcing him to get hard again. "God... You're t-torturing m-me," he stuttered as his brain fogged up from the intense pleasure, making him unable to be his usual stubborn self, thus allowing his mouth to spill out lengthy moans you've never heard him produce before.
He switches to a doggy style position and spreads his cheek with one hand, stretching himself to create room to slip on a fourth finger. He held on to the carpet tightly, grunting as his prostate is ravaged from two different places.
"What does it feel like to have both of your holes filled, hm?" You spanked him again and again, turning his ass as red as his face was, each slap creating a print and delightful yelp from his pretty mouth. "If only they knew the great Baledeer enjoys being dominated, wouldn't that be embarrassing? They'd never look at you the same, dear!" Your free hand groups and rubs his sore, stinging ass.
"God... you're ass is eating my hand up! Look at the state of you... I've never seen you this horny before," You say, genuinely impress by how well Scaramouche is taking everything. You were truly awestruck by the state of him again. He was a stuttering mess, barely able to form a scentence from the mind numbing overstimulation. Proud of the mess you created, you observed the man in front of you go dumb from the pain and ecstasy he was feeling. The pale liquid leaked from the edges Scaramouche's blocked hole, dripping onto your hand. "ooh... y/n plea- haah... please let me come, I think I might explode agh it's too much, it's too mu- aah..." He begged, drooling from the corner of his mouth and eyes gleaming with lust. He had already leaked two rounds worth of cum despite his hole being shut.
You finally removed out the sound out, allowing his body to spill out a large load of white fluid it was forced to hold back. His cum was emptied onto the maroon red carpet. There was so much that the carpet couldn't absorb it all and it pooled up, creating a small puddle.
Scaramouche let out a relieved moaned. The carpet was glistening from the mess of lube, tears, drool and sperm. He laid there out of breath with his arm over his eyes, his body still shaking even after the orgasm. You turned off the vibrator and gently take out your fingers, licking the lavender melon flavoured lube off them as well as Scaramouche's cum, taking a moment to appreciate at how pretty he looks after he's been ruined.
"That was... too good... fuck," he wheezes. You both were glistening with sweat. His chest rapidly rising and falling, without context it would seem like he was having an asthma attack. You wriggled next to him to cuddle and kissed him on the cheek, which in response, he wiped his cheek with his palm, "My sincerest apologies if I broke your dick," you chuckled, playing with his, now messy, indigo hair. "It's going to take more than that to break it," he says in a serious voice which caught you off guard. "Is that a challenge?" You inquire excitedly, eyes twinkling. "Absolutely no it is not." The Baledeer replies sternly. Scaramouche turns away to his side with crossed arms. You take this opportunity to snake your hands around his waist and pull him closer to you. You hum into his back, savouring the sweet intimacy since it was a rare occurrence he would allow you to get so cuddly. "Do you need a massage? Your back might hurt soon since we did it on the floor." You squeeze his shoulder. "My back does not hurt, but I won't refuse the offer. I doubt your pathetic attempt of a massage would help regardless." Scaramouche rolled his eyes and laughed.