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“I can tolerate with arranging the papers, reading the reports to him out loud even though he can do that on his own, investigate things he wants me to poke into, etc. but!” You take a deep breath.

“Throw this out, Get me some tea, Get me some food, clean my office and leave no dust or else, Nye nye nye nye.” You recited, mimicking Scaramouche’s way of speaking along with how he acted at every order he gave you as you say it all out loud before running your fingers through your locks to grip it.

“Argh! And not to mention he once ordered me to put his sandals on him, which he fucking took off. What is he? A fucking baby?! Am I his nanny now?! He can’t do shit on his own!” You almost screeched out, brows as you hate the fact that you even find him attractive.

“If this continues on I’m afraid one day he might order me to roll on the fucking floor and make me act like a dog.” You blink. “Well, I am kind of a dog but— whatever.” You sniffle, mouth opening wide when the red head takes a spoonful of your favorite food and feeds it to you.

“Oh~ you find him handsome, huh?” The male taunts then gasps ever so dramatically. “You must also like him. Of course you do!” He chirps, beaming a smile.

“According to the gossips I hear from his underlings you two have this weird telepathy thing. You know what the other one is thinking without even saying it out loud, it’s amazing! Oh, and they even said that you two sometimes fight like a married couple.” The corner of your lips twitched.

“That’s a given as we’ve been working together for almost a year now. Not to mention, I’m sure I’ve shown my fair of share to everyone on how much I hate the man just like how everyone does.” you grumble under your breath while Childe notes the slight curl of your lips and the pink hue on your cheeks.

“Aren’t you a stubborn one.” He chuckles which made you tilt your head at his comment before saying, “But that’s not important as it seems that the lord haven’t given them enough tasks, considering that they had the time to even talk about irrelevant things.” You hum, a creepy smile now replacing the soft one just a while ago.

“Honestly, if I could just choose who I want to work with. It’ll be you, but you don’t want a fucking secretary so lady Signora would be the last option.” You sigh before glaring daggers at your companion whose laugh just got a tad bit loud that it made a couple of people look your direction again which annoyed you even more.

“You’re enjoying this. You find pleasure in my pain and suffering. What did I expect from another commander harbinger.” Sighing with a blank face, you take another drink again. “Why are we friends again?” You ask, voice flat and void of emotion along with your expression.

“Because I’m awesome.” The male replied as he beams a smile. “Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” Another sigh left your lips. “Stop sighing and thinking about work or him too much.” Childe comments, his hand reaching to ruffle your hair.

“Can’t help it. My boss which I am definitely sure loves to drive me crazy by giving me order after order.” You trailed off, shoulders slumping. “I’ve been thinking whether I should just quit this job and open a shop somewhere for a while now.” You rest your chin under the palm of your hand.

“And I’ve been also thinking of different scenarios on how I’m gonna tell him face to face that I quit being his secretary slash maid.” With a smirk on your face, you continue.

“Like for example, throwing my resignation paper straight at his face.” You state, doing a little action by swinging your hand and imagining that it was happening for real.

“Yeah, he’d kill you on the spot.” Childe says, chuckling at the cute demonstration you made as the smile on your face slowly fades away. “You think so as well?” Your fellow harbinger laughs for the nth time. “Well if it’s someone else, but it’s you so he’ll let it go, probably.”

You raise an eyebrow at what he meant when he specified if it was you at his sentence but thought of it as nothing when you noticed how the sky was now dark.

“What? Leaving already?” Childe ask when he saw you stand up from your seat. “Yeah. It’s getting late and I still have some damn work to do that needs to be finished and be handed tomorrow as soon as I arrive at his office which I am sure he’ll be there first.” You inform, a smile on your face despite still being angry, especially when you imagine that Scaramouche’s face will be the first thing you see as soon as you enter his office.

“Does he live there or what?” You mumble to yourself. “I find it it funny how you can’t mention Scaramouche’s name.” Childe quipped. “Because I believe bad luck will follow me if I do say that midget,” you pause as a snort came out.

“That little menace’s name.” You told him, you know like a liar. You call your boss’ name in secret when you’re home alone, wondering what he’s doing but it’s also not a lie that there’s a part of you that hates him.

Like how his annoying voice instantly has your attention and listening to every word he says while sneakily looking at his lips-

“Hi there, Scaramouche.” The red head greeted which immediately snapped you out of your thoughts and you freeze in your spot, bullets of sweat now trickling down your face despite being a little cold earlier.

“Good evening, my lord.” You also greet but in a more polite way with a beaming a smile and also acting as if you weren’t just bad mouthing the balladeer himself. That’s why you were praying so badly to your archon, the tsaritsa that he didn’t hear what you just said.

“You two sure do like to hang out a lot.” He murmured which left you wondering what he just said. “Seems like you’re already done here and about to head home.” Your superior states, obviously ignoring your friend who playfully pouted his lips and telling him how he was being mean.

“Well, yes…” you answered. “It’s already getting late and I need to finish the task you’ve given me before you left, my lord.” You add, voice fading away as you felt small like always in your boss’ presence and also at the way he stares, like he was staring straight into your very soul.

“So you haven’t even finished or started with it yet.” You look away, eyes looking everywhere but refuses to land where the Balladeer stands, though he was busy giving a look of disgust towards Childe who just continued to smile at him.

“Anyways, let’s go.” He motions his hand when he said those words while you glanced back and forth at him and Childe. “Pardon? Where exactly to, my lord?” You ask, face slightly tilted to the side as you start to ponder if you forgot something to do.

“Obviously to your house. I’m staying there until you finish writing those summaries. I need them.” He informs which you nodded your head in acknowledgment despite feeling how your heart started to beat so fast all of a sudden.

You’re nervous at the fact of being all alone with the man you hate. Yet you can’t help but look forward to it at the same time, hoping something might actually…happen- Alright! Snap out of it. The alcohol must be getting to you to even think of something like that!

“What’re you thinking about now?” Childe snaps you out of your stupid thought by flickering your forehead and glancing at Scaramouche by the corner of his eyes, his lips curled upwards in a taunting way which made the indigo haired to give him a disdainful look with cold and sharp eyes.

If looks could really kill, Childe would be long dead and lying on the floor for a while now. But that’s not happening! So he’s just gonna tease his fellow harbinger for a bit before he drags you away from him out of jealousy.

“You wanna die?” You hiss which only made him laugh. He sure does laughs a lot. The tall man rest his arm above your head. “Stop it. You’re messin’ my hair-”

“Stop making me wait and move your damn ass already.” Scaramouche glowered, your brow twitching at that as you refrained it from furrowing again. Though, the way he just spoke was so damn hot that it left you feeling…something.

Yeah, you’re really blaming this kind of thinking on the alcohol. Just what hell did you drink? Was it not normal liquor? Was it some type of drink to make you have some indecent thoughts?

Archons , why does Scaramouche look extra handsome today anyways— Okay, you’ve decided that you won’t be drinking again for a while.

“As you wish. But please wait for a second and let me just-” not being able to finish your words or even getting your wallet due to the sudden feeling of his touch, grabbing your wrist with the small sound of clicking his tounge, you already found yourself being dragged away after he sent a menacing look at his fellow harbinger commander and saying,

“Let him pay for that.”

You only sent the ginger head an apologetic look and before you could tell him that you’ll pay him back tomorrow. “ That shitty ginger head.” Scaramouche’s says through clenched teeth, his grip on your wrist tightening when he recalled the way how flashed him that ugly smirk, how the way he could casually and so easily touch you while he himself hesitates to even do it and does his best to hold himself back.

You shouldn’t let other men touch you. Only he can do that.

You’re his the moment you entered the Military and worked by his side. You just don’t know it, yet that’s why he’s decided that day should be today, to officially claim you as his that is.

As the only thing he could do all these times were imagine scenarios in his head while you walk around his office, loving the way your hips sway that’s why he likes to order you around. He can’t help but also imagine how his hands would roam around your body, exploring, and touching it as you let him have his way on your perfect figure.

Scaramouche has always known you even before you’ve joined the organization because of Childe, so when he did learn about you joining in one day, he suddenly declared that he needed a secretary which led him into obviously choosing you but acted like he picked you out of random when he did so.

He refuses to acknowledge the feelings he caught for you, just like how you do, too. Yet as days goes by with you working side by side, his feelings just kept growing and growing that he’s been become impatient because no matter how much he tries to make you submit to him, you just wouldn’t budge.

He can’t even believe himself that he’s fallen so hard and that he has such lust for you. Thus begun the idea of whenever he starts to think that he’d finally claimed you as his, he’d bend you on his desk, make you scream for everyone to hear and know that you belong to him as he fucks you into oblivion resulting for him to get hard every damn time he thinks about it then would excuse himself next to somewhere just to jerk off.

Do you even have any idea how hard it was for him all these times? Just fucking his dick in his hand while imagining that it was your pussy he’s pounding into, yet here you are right now. Inside some pub, drinking with another man that’s definitely familiar.

The last thread of his patience had finally snapped when he saw you smiling and laughing with Childe, the so called stupid ginger head. It should be fine now. He’s gotten tired by solving the problem when you’re the one who should be doing it. Sucking his cock with those pretty lips wrapped around it, letting him use your pussy as his cumdump whenever he wants— damn, the things you make him feel and do.

Curse you, truly.

“Uhm, excuse me, my lord?” You spoke, breaking the silence that’s been going from the start after he dragged you out of the shop. It’s so cold that you could only feel the warmth on your wrist. You wish it was your whole body he was holding right now— Ah, really. The alcohol, especially him are both screwing with your mind by filling it with such indecent thoughts.

Curse him, truly.

His hand feels nice and warm, that’s what you think as Scaramouche still has his hand wrapped around your wrist and seems like he refuses to even let go, and thing is you want him to do that but at the same time no as you feel butterflies in your stomach.

“You should start looking for another secretary.” With the way how he looked at you it should he enough to shut you up and take the hint that he’s not taking your crap, but you’re feeling brave today.

“I am…” You hesitate for a moment, feeling like the decision you’re about to make was wrong that it made your stomach churn.

“Planning on quitting and move to Liyue to open a shop there.” Your words almost came out as a squeak when he pulled your arm, stopping you in front of the familiar door. You’ve already arrived without even noticing it.

“Open.” He commands, voice cold and sharp. It was just one word yet it made you feeling things again. Quickly unlocking the door with your key, Scaramouche’s harshly pulled you inside with him by your arm and shuts the door, earning a loud thud then slams you on the wall which made you hiss.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He says, his tone still the same while he has his hands gripping your shoulders. “I’m not letting you leave me.” Before you could even retort, Scaramouche beats you to it.

“You’re mine .” His words made your eyes wide and when you open your mouth to finally tell him to fuck off, nothing came out. They were stuck in your throat when you saw noticed how close his face was to yours.

It was inches away that your nose touched each other as you felt his hot breath warming your once cold cheeks and while also staring straight at your own with dark shaded eyes that it feels like he’d burn a hole in your face due to how fierce and sharp it looked.

“And did I hear that fucking right? It seems to me that you were ordering me around when you said that I should look for another secretary.” Finally snapping out of it, you manage to shoot him a glare.

“Really? It was but a mere suggest, my lord.” Just when you could finally speak up again, one of his hands moved to grip your throat next due to the sarcastic remark you did.

“How brave of you to speak that way to me.” He hums, a deep chuckle coming from him. “But don’t test me, brat.” With a growl he warns in a dangerously low voice that made your heart beat fast as adrenaline coursed through you.

“Or what?” You challenged, leaning your face a bit with a taunting gaze, your eyes shifting to his lips that was pressed in a thin line before you went back to look straight at his mesmerizing indigo eyes, both of you now glaring at each other then the next you knew you were both kissing each other’s lips so hungrily.

Your hands now behind his back and gripping the fabric tightly while he has his on the back of your head to pull you in for an even deep kiss, the other on your waist, his hat was long gone and laid on your floor. Your tongues glide against each other, noses bumping one another as Scaramouche completely dominates over you that left your knees weak and trembling, along with how he made your breath stop.

“You’ll receive punishment, that’s the answer.” He laughed into one of your ears, biting the shell of it which made you shiver while you pant and try to catch your breath. “You dare insult me and think you could just get away with it?” The hand behind your head went to grab your jaw in a swift and harsh manner.

“If you’re gonna fire me after your so called punishment then there’s no need to.” You whisper. “Because I quit.” The moment you said those words by finishing it with a snickering face, you know what you’re doing. It was nothing but a mere lie now and if what you’re thinking does happen then you want to stay even more, by his side.

“You can quit.” He began, face leaning in to whisper his next words. “But you can never,” his lips brushed the helix of your ear, tickling it. “Leave me.” You let out a sharp gasp when he suddenly went and bit your neck then immediately went back to kissing your lips. He can’t get enough.

Scaramouche’s hands starts to roam your body like how he always imagined and wished for the day to come which is now. His hands first goes to massage your mounds, already loving the feeling of how soft it is before lifted your shirt up along with the bra and pull away to suck one of the already hard nipples while his eyes never left yours so he could savor the expressions just by getting your tits suck off.

What more if he has finally gained access to your cunt, speaking of that one of his hands went inside your pants. He already felt how damp you were just by through the fabric of your underwear which made him smirk as he was the one who made you like that.

Scaramouche chuckles while his fingers rubbed your clothed clit and he pulled away from your breast with a loud wet pop as you mewl at the feeling of being touched by the man you’ve always craved for…but too proud to even admit or say it out loud.

“You may act all high and mighty but in truth you’re just a slut that can’t wait to be stuffed full.” He mocked with a deep laugh before his tongue went to swipe across his lips. “I bet you’ve been waiting for this day to come.” It was his turn to snicker when his hand finally went inside underwear. Two of his fingers running up and down on your wet folds so teasingly that it made you frown.

Though it only lasted for a moment when his other hand pinched your perked nipple. You jolt and bite your lips while he went back to your neck again, giving it soft kisses first then nibbling it next, bruising your neck and covering it with his marks even the open spots that would be hard to hide.

But that’s not his problem.

“Or maybe you had this planned all along. Were your fingers not enough to satisfy your greedy cunt.” He mused. “Were you imagining me fucking you as you played with your whorish pussy and coming undone, hm?” With quivering lips, you only glared at him as he smirked in triumph in return when he heard a small whimper.

“Answer me, slut. ” Scaramouche rasped as he suddenly inserts two fingers inside making your body jolt again and him to catch your lips with his, kissing you for a moment while he pumps his fingers inside making tears to form by the corner of yours eyes.

“If you were so desperate to have your dirty pussy to be split in half, you should’ve said so sooner.” You swallow the lump in your throat and fought back the urge to moan.

“As if. ” You managed to speak out in a gruff voice then adds. “The only thing I’ve been imagining is punching your face.” Scaramouche clenches his jaw, his eyes turning sharp and cold once again with irritation. He uses his vision to send sparks through his fingers when it went to play with your clit again.

“There’s no need hold back. Go on, come from my fingers and moan or scream like a bitch in heat.” He taunts then starts to pump his fingers, already going fast and harsh. The sudden action made you squeak then whimper as tears started to form by the corner of yours eyes.

“mmh..!” Oh, how cute did he find you like that. This is exactly how imagined you: eyes now doe like, body trembling and weak that you could only lean against his frame for support. His dick that was already hard ever since you both kissed could only twitch, throb, and form a wet patch on his shorts.

“Fff..fuck you- ahh!” Your back arched on the wall as you came while Scaramouche quickly inserted two fingers back in and pump it. He finally heard a loud moan from your pretty lips making his dick twitch again while he felt how your walls clenched around his fingers and wished that it was his cock instead, but he’s not worried about that as he’ll soon get what he wants.

Your chest kept rising up and down as you try to catch your breath. Scaramouche smirks at your cute expression and takes his fingers out to lick and taste your glistening essence quite seductively.

“I’d rather fuck you, and that’s what I’m about to do.” He says, snapping you out of your trance and got caught of guard when you saw his how his dick slapped his abdomen and stood with all its glory after one of his hands swiftly slid his shorts down by his ankles.

“And believe me. I can’t wait.” He forced you down on your knees which made a small hiss slip out of your lips. You were soon then reminded that you were both still at the entrance of your house but should you be relieved that you were inside?

Your thoughts were caught off when Scaramouche grabbed your head and suddenly shoved his entire length inside your mouth all the way down to your throat. The gagging or chocking noises fell deaf upon his ears when he was too focused on how amazing your mouth felt that he almost came.

“Little , huh?” The man mutters under his breath, remembering your playful words earlier. You wanted to remind him that it was his height you were making fun of not his dick, because you weren’t even sure how big he was and could only imagine about it….which suddenly made you think that maybe the inches in his height were stolen by his dick.

“Don’t even think of biting.” He states, eyes shut tight as you could only stare at him, admire how pretty he was for a moment before deciding to neglect his warning and bite the tip lightly resulting for him to open his eyes, brows furrowed as he glared at you in a menacing way making you to look back with innocent eyes and pull away to lick the tip like a kitten.

“Fuck .” Scaramouche cursed under his breath, eyes half lidded now while you start to suck him off. You both made eye contact with each other and he smirks at you meaning that he’s up to something not good.

Your instincts were proved correct when he grabbed the sides of your head once again and slammed his hips, his dick going all the way again, too. You want to pull away but his grip was too strong compared to yours. Scaramouche’s thrusts were brutal and vicious against your mouth that it left you breathless and jaw hurt.

“Your mouth is most useful when it’s used like this, don’t you think?” You glared daggers at him which he responded with a smirk and a roll of his hips making him moan then with a couple more thrust, ropes of thick cum spurts inside your mouth, filling it white in a large amount that it even surprised you.

“Take it all and don’t let a single drop on the floor.” Scaramouche commands, his voice now hoarse. You huff but comply as you had no other choice but to do so, especially when his grip on your head hasn’t loosened.

He smiles at you and you could only feel your heart skip a beat while your cheeks heats up. You silently curse at him for making you flustered just by that stupid smile of his as his thumb rubs the apple your cheek in a circular motion.

“What a good girl.” His praise now made you feel butterflies in your stomach and when he pulled his dick away with a string of saliva, you suddenly gasped for air and was left a coughing mess now making you scowl at him as he just stood there with his lips curled up into a smirk, obviously smug.

“Are we done yet? If yes, could you please take your leave now, my lord?” After flashing him a smile, you stand up and walked towards the kitchen to get a glass of drink, ignoring the stinging pain of your legs while Scaramouche glared daggers at you, basically fuming at your attitude after all you both did.

Honestly, why are you such a bitch??

You felt his burning anger of course, along with how fast your heart is beating that you feel like it would just jump out of your chest. You couldn’t contain the silly smile on your face any longer when flashbacks started to play in your head, especially the way your boss smiled and how cute his moans sounded that you wish you could hear it again.

That’s why you’re hoping he would take this bait! he’s just so cute that you can’t help it despite the fact that you’re actually digging your own grave, but who cares? It’s gonna be worth it!

“I still have that work you need me to finish.” You were about to fix your clothes if it weren’t for the Balladeer suddenly grabbing your chin.

“We’re not done yet.” He said, voice dropping an octave as he laughs with a sadistic smile. “As it seems that you haven’t learned your lesson yet when you’re acting such a bitch.” Scaramouche tilts your head to the side so he could add another mark of his.

“Should you even be worrying about work right now? ” It sounded like a threat from the way how he spoke but it made you press your thighs against each other. “Yeah, I think that should be the least of your worries.” You felt small yet turned on by how he gazed at you as if he was a predator that would gobble you up in a second, but you like the feeling nonetheless.

“I’m gonna fuck that cocky attitude out of you, fuckin’ brat.” In a deep voice he whispered against your ear then dragged you by your hand upstairs to your room and pushed you down on your stomach towards his lap after stripping you off of your clothes and letting them scatter on the staircase and floor along with his along the way.

“Agh!” You screamed at the sudden feeling of his palm hitting the ass of your cheek in a harsh way. “Hold still.” He hissed, landing another hit that made you whimper at the stinging pain.

“You like this don’t you.” He ridiculed, laughing at how you would whimper and tremble whenever his hand would strike to your now redden buttocks. “Look.” Scaramouche shows you his fingers that was glistening with your slick and dripping down his hand.

“What a fucking pervert.” The man laughs again. “Getting off by having your ass spanked. Don’t you think this just proves how much of a whore and disgusting pervert you are?” Grabbing a handful of your hair, he tugs it harshly.

“Nngh - fuckin’ asshole.” You snarled at him. Scaramouche clicks his tongue mutters under his breath a, “Such a pesky stubbornness you have.” Then pushes your head down on the mattress after taking you off of his lap.

“What was that?” Scaramouche jeers, a wicked smile on his feature. “Could you repeat your words one more time?” You scoffed at him while feeling his hand caressing the flesh of your ass before he took another hit.

“Looks like you haven’t been cleaning your ears for a while.” You sneered, clearly not learning a thing which definitely pissed the man off. “But I’ll repeat it for you, my lord.” With a mocking smile on your face you said.

“You-” the next thing that came out was a loud moan you couldn’t control when his hard member slowly but hard rubbed your clit. “Huh? What was that?” He taunts, thrusting his hips a little.

“Come on, [Y/n].” Scaramouche aligns the tip on your entrance while his fingers went to play with your clit once again. “How can I understand you when you’re just moaning like a slut.” He hums, entering the wet tip of his hard shaft and stopping it at just that.

“You want it? You want me to shove my dick inside your cunt and stuff you full with my cum, hm?” He continues to put you on edge just by inserting the tip of his dick in and out.

“Beg and apologize for being such a brat then I might just consider it.”

You bit your quivering lips and decided that it was time for you stop acting such a brat along with having your pride getting in the way just like always as you can’t hold back any longer and it seems that your boss also feels the same due to the heavy breathing noses coming from him and the way how he tightens his jaw with shaded eyes.

“My lord…” you whimpered, shaking your hips a little while you gazed at him by the corner of your eyes shyly but to Scaramouche, it looked so hot and lewd.

“I’m really sorry for being such a brat! so please, please, please! Fuck me, already! I can’t wait any longer! Shove your dick inside and fill me up with your hot semen as you’re right that I’m just a disgusting slut!!” You sobbed, tears now streaming down your eyes which the made him clench his teeth and collect himself as he felt like coming undone just by your pleading and sobbing noises.

“So much for all the trouble you caused.” He clicked his tongue which made you mutter an apology again. “Fuckin’ pathetic yet lewd.” Lifting your ass higher, his hands gripped your hips in a bruising way as he finally shoves his entire length inside all the way to the hilt with a guttural sound passing his lips.

“Ahh!” His dick finally scraping your walls felt so good that it made your eyes rolls to the back of your head. “What’s this? Did you just cum by having my dick shoved inside?” Scaramouche groans when he felt how tight your walls clenched around and suck his shaft.

“You’re more pathetic than I thought.” A deep laugh rumbled in his chest as he leans in to bite and suck the skin on your shoulder before pulling his member all the way out that the tip only remained and slammed back inside making you scream then babble how his dick felt so good.

“So tight for a goddamn whore. ” The harbinger grabs both of your arms by the wrists and pulled it for leverage as he goes even deeper. You felt how his dick twitched inside meaning he was close but you were closer as his thrusts was just so brutal and vicious yet felt amazing. He felt your pussy flutter around his cock which earned a moan from him.

“Don’t you fucking cum.” He flips you on your back to get a good look at your expressions which just as expected were lewd. You were a moaning mess under him and he obviously enjoys every bit of it. “And don’t you fucking leave me.” Scaramouche’s thrust became erratic as you could only babble incoherent words while you drool.

“You got that?” He grunts. “You, can’t, leave, me.” With each other word he the balladeer spoke, his thrust followed it harshly. “Damn it- haa , I’m close.” You pull him close to you, chest flushed against each other while your nails scratched his sweating back.

“My lord, Scara- nngh. Scaramouche!” You chant and moan, already far gone as your brain was clouded in absolute bliss and could only focus how his dick went in and out, scrapping your walls so deliciously but Scaramouche heard half of his name being mentioned as it made his heart flutter.

“That’s right.” He grins. “Moan my name, [Y/n].” You do exactly what he says and called his name over and over as if you were chanting. You don’t know how long has he been waiting for you to call his name and you call him just Scara sounded so adorable that it finally made him cum with one last hard thrust.

Feeling his hot semen filling your velvety walls into white, your eyes rolled to back of your head once again, your back arching as you also come undone while being filled up. The pleasure was too much for you to handle that it made you see white dots before everything became dark. You passed out.