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"Mommy, you okay?" Scaramouche asks as he looks into (y/n)'s eyes worriedly. He swallows the air caught in his throat. He could tell (y/n) was upset with him. "I didn't mean to use it without your permission..." He whimpers softly in a way such that it would make her forgive him. He should not have done what he did an hour ago, as now he'll have to bear the consequences.
(AN HOUR AGO)
(y/n) was not home. The setting in the shared home of Scaramouche and (y/n) was silent and eerie. Even silenced footsteps Scaramouche took dominated the quiet atmosphere in their home. To say he was bored would be an understatement. Scaramouche was deadly craving an activity that he could indulge in to pass the time until his dominant partner returned home from a last-minute work shift.
He pouts his soft pinkish lips as he sits on the couch in their shared living room. He flutters his legs, watching the slow movement of his legs as a way of entertainment. As he rummaged through his brain for more productive activities to try out in the coziness of his home, an idea flashes through his mind. His cheeks grew redder the more he thinks about doing it. Yes, the idea he had in mind was playing with the sex toys that (y/n) and he owned. Usually, they would take turns using the silicon toys on each other, but this time, as she was not home, he figured it would be better for him to use it on himself in secrecy. "This'll be a secret from Mommy..."
Scaramouche scurries to his bedroom like a little rat and quickly tore his pants off before carelessly opening the drawer to their shared sex toys. He forced his hand into the drawer and took out a few toys that he managed to carry with one hand. He was too careless with them though, as several other toys rolled out of the drawer.
He dives onto the bedsheets, ruining the smoothly done bed, and raised his waist up in the air with his chest propped against the bedsheets. He arches his back so that he would get better leverage. He inched his hand to his small pinkish hole and gently grazed the tip of his index finger around it.
God, was he hard. His tiny poor cock was curved up, his tip an angry red. Precum was leaking from his urethra in the form of droplets, and soon in a stream. He effortlessly wet the bed with how wet he was. He bites his bottom lip as he slowly enters his finger into his hole. It didn't hurt. His partner would make him get used to getting railed without lubricant. A soft moan leaves his saliva-drenched lips as his finger starts to thrust in and out slowly. This was where he messed up.
(y/n), who was at work during the time Scaramouche decided to toy with his hole, was curious about how her spouse was doing alone at home.
She takes a break from staring at the bright computer screen in front of her and went on her phone to access the surveillance camera they placed in their shared home. The app took a while to load, but once she got on the app, it first showed the view inside her and Scaramouche's bedroom. Her eyes widened at the sight of him sticking his ass up in the air, an eight-inch dildo fucking his stretched hole.
She felt herself slowly getting wet at the sight of her bottom husband playing with his body. She unconsciously brought her hand down between her thighs and rubbed against her clothed cunt. "Fuck, I have thirty minutes more until my shift ends," She cursed.
Meanwhile, Scaramouche continues to plunge the eight-inch dildo in and out of his hole, waves of pleasure continuously rushing over him as he continued. "M-mommy...(y/n)~" He cries out as his mind grew blank. He was going to reach his high.
Warm cum spurted out of his tip, drenching the bedsheets in large amounts. His chest heaved up and down as he finally got a sense of what he had done. "Oh no..." He whimpers to himself as he eyes the puddle of cum collected under him. He had to change the bedsheets and get dinner ready before (y/n) got home. He scurries out of bed, quickly changed back into his pants, and replaced the dirtied bedsheets before finally starting to make dinner.
45 minutes into 9 PM. Scaramouche was seated on one of the two seats in the dining room. He was patiently waiting for (y/n) to return home. The aroma of freshly-cooked mushroom cream soup filled the room. The mushroom cream soup was Scaramouche's specialty and (y/n)'s favourite dish. He figured that since his wife was working so hard to be the breadwinner for their family, he'd do the least he could do to ease her burden. Hence, making her favourite dish.
A few minutes passed in silence with him staying idle in his seat, looking at the warm mushroom cream soup in front of him. The shuffling of shoes sounded from the other side of the door to the entrance, indicating that she was finally home. He smiled and eagerly got up from his seat before running to the door to welcome her home. He stood in front of the door with a wide smile plastered on his face. The door soon unlocked and swung open, revealing his beloved wife. She eyes him.
"Welcome home!" Scaramouche exclaims excitedly but was met with silence.
"...What are you wearing?" (y/n) asked her husband after a few seconds of silence. Scaramouche was dressed in nothing but an apron that covered only the front part of his body. A bright red tint forms across his pale cheeks. "W-Well, I don't know..."
(y/n) glares down at her husband. "We'll settle this after dinner," She says with a hint of seriousness. Scaramouche nods his head in embarrassment. The couple enjoyed their meal together, sharing a conversation until they both finished their meals.
It was awkwardly silent. "Mommy, you okay?" Scaramouche asks as he looks into (y/n)'s eyes worriedly. He swallows the air caught in his throat. He could tell (y/n) was upset with him. "You used the toys didn't you?" She speaks up, her fringe masking her eyes such that he couldn't see them. "I didn't mean to use it without your permission... It was my mistake, I’m sorry…" He whimpers softly in a way such that it would make him look more believable. He should not have done what he did an hour ago, as now he'll have to bear the consequences.
(y/n) slammed the table before standing up, causing the chair to drag against the floor and create a high-frequency screeching sound. She walks over to scaramouche, who was caught by surprise at his wife's sudden move. She stands in front of him, emanating a shadow over his figure. Her fingers grabbed the collar of his apron forcefully, tearing it off his body. He now sits in his seat naked and afraid. "M...Mommy?" He cries out, afraid of what his wife would do to him.
"What are you trying to do, hmm?" (y/n) says tauntingly as she glooms over scaramouche's figure, making her look more intimidating.
"I...I wasn't trying to do anything..."
"Stop fucking lying, whore."
scaramouche looks down to the floor. He knew he fucked up. (y/n) grabs his chin forcefully, forcing him to make eye contact with her. "I--I'm sorry, please don't punish me...~" He whimpers, his tone submissive. He secretly enjoyed the attention he was receiving by his wife.
*SLAP*
(y/n)'s hand swung across Scaramouche's face, causing a faint red mark to form on his soft cheek. Tears start to form on his eyelids from the sting of the slap.
"I'm really sorry.."
"Oh? Look at you. YOU'RE sorry? Your tiny cock's so fucking hard right now."
Scaramouche looks down to his lap. There it was. His dick was curved up, fully hard. His tip was smothered with precum. It was craving to be touched, by the way it occasionally twitched. Scaramouche's hips buckle up into (y/n)'s fist immediately after she grabbed his cock. "A--Ahh..." He moans out loud as her grip tightens. She starts to bob her hand up and down in a slow, repetitive motion. "M--Mommy! N—no...ngh... stop..." He cries out, feeling overwhelmed by her touch.
After a few more strokes, (y/n) finally lets go of holding Scaramouche's cock. By now, his entire shaft was drenched with precum. He whines and begs her to touch him more.
"Be fucking patient and wait for me. If I find out you even lay a finger on your cock once, I'm going to fuck your holes till you can't walk or talk properly tomorrow." (y/n) threatens in hopes of intimidating the shaking male below her. However, the latter instead grew more turned on by her threat. His cock twitches. With no response from the submissive male, (y/n) walked off into their bedroom.
Scaramouche stayed in his seat, defeated by the edging he received from his dominant wife. He sat there as minutes painfully tick by, his mind in a haze. He was totally out of it. Drool was sipping from the corner of his lips. His arms laid helplessly by his sides, weak and unable to move. His dick was twitching, begging him for touch. But he couldn't do it, or he would get punished.
A minute turned into ten. Ten turned into twenty. "(y/n)?" He finally snaps out of his daze as he calls out his wife's name. No answer.
"(y/n)?" He calls out again. No answer.
"...Mommy?" he sounds out, a little reluctant this time. He finally got a response.
(y/n) walks out of their shared bedroom with toys in her hand. She was still fully clothed, so Scaramouche didn't know what she was doing for so long in the room.
"Didn't I tell you to fucking wait?" she says calmly, her tone and words contradicting.
scaramouche's eyes widen in fear and lust as he sees his wife. he immediately straightens his back and sat up on his chair. "mommy! where were you..." he says in a soft tone. (y/n) nears him as she pinches his cheek.
"i was in the room, darling. are you ready?" (y/n) says, her tone now soft and full of love. she looked down at the teary eyed male beneath her with caring eyes as she caressed his cheek. scaramouche leans into her touch.
before every session, (y/n) would ask scaramouche if he was ready for the play, and if he was, they would hit it immediately.
scaramouche nods his head as he grazes his cheek across her hand. "yes, (y/n)...please take care of me," he says, eyes half lidded as his pouty lips moved with every syllable he spoke.
it only turned (y/n) more as she sees him in such a submissive state. "hmm..." she hums as she moves her hand down slowly from his cheek to his throat.
"what shall i do with you?" she says, her tone soft as she finds comfort in her hand wrapped around his throat.
"p—please touch my...dick," scaramouche speaks up immediately as a response to her question. his hands twitched as he feels her grip tighten around his neck.
"and you think you deserve it?" (y/n) asks, her words influencing him into being more desperate for her touch.
he felt his eyes tear up with salty tears as he swallows his pride. "a—ahh.. please...touch my dick, master..." he sounded, voice strained by her hand tight on his throat. his lips were twitching as he feels tears slowly roll down his warm cheeks.
(y/n) enjoyed seeing her husband so submissive and weak under her touch. it made her want to absolutely ruin him when he whines with that high-pitched voice of his. especially when he begs her to touch his little cock like he'd die if she didn't.
"hmm..." (y/n) hums, leaning down to his ear in a teasingly slow manner. scaramouche feels his face burning warmer as each second passed by. she finally reaches his ear. her lips part before she mutters the words that made him lose his mind.
"beg for me, then." (y/n)'s voice came out as a soft whisper. scaramouche could feel her cool breath against his warm ear. it sent shivers down his spine, causing him to arch his back slightly. 'did she eat a mint?' he thinks to himself, biting down on his bottom lip.
"master...please...please..." he croaks out, voice cracking from the nervousness and desperation building up deep within him.
"please what?" (y/n) shifts her attention down to scaramouche's bare neck, where there were barely visible love bites from their previous sessions. she licks her top lip before she dives into the crook of his neck and planted her teeth right into his delicate skin like a predator sinking its teeth down onto its paralyzed prey.
scaramouche lets out a surprised yelp as he feels his wife's tongue circle on a spot on his neck. he unconsciously tilts his head to the side, giving her more leverage to absolutely devour him.
(y/n) closes her eyes, focusing on planting love bites on her lover's neck. she could feel his 'pulse' against her tongue, where she licked long strides along his soft and vulnerable skin.
god, she loved this.
her hands found their way down to his thighs, where she tightly grabbed her lover's plush legs and carried him up such that his legs were wrapped around his waist.
carrying scaramouche was no problem for (y/n), considering the fact that he could use his anemo powers to lighten his weight.
scaramouche's arms wrapped around (y/n)'s back as his fingers held tightly onto the cotton material of her shirt. although it stung, he liked the feeling of her teeth grinding against his skin. it made him feel owned. protected. the marks his wife left on him served as a warning to others who wished to pursue him.
(y/n) brought her husband into their shared bedroom. her face never left the crook of his neck however, causing her to carelessly hit the walls of their home as she was unable to see.
scaramouche could smell lavender. the room was dimly lit with a soft warm light emitting from lavender-scented candles decorated on their bed.
scaramouche turned his head slightly to observe his surroundings, careful not to disrupt his wife's movements on his neck.
the duvet was neat with no creases. scaramouche wondered if (y/n) took her time to iron it earlier when he was left alone sitting in the dining room. his half-lidded eyes flickered to the middle of the bed, where he could see rose petals decorated neatly in a heart-shaped outline. in the middle of the rose-heart was the lavender-scented candle, which he assumed caused the surroundings to smell sweet. it made scaramouche's 'heart' pound loudly against his chest.
a warm red hue adorned his cheeks as he separates his sealed lips. "(y/n)...did you do all this?" he asks, his tone soft and full of love. he turns back to his lover. he realised she wasn't licking or sucking on his neck anymore. instead, she rested her face in the crook of his neck.
"mhm.." he hears her mumble against his skin. his cheeks flared red. (y/n) detached from the crook of his neck and turned to look up at her husband. "happy 38th monthsary, lovely," a tired smile was evident on her face.
from this angle, scaramouche could see the gentle light radiated by the candle reflected on (y/n)'s face. the light captured her features perfectly. he could see the faint shine in her eyes as he looked down at her, their gazes meeting. though this time it wasn't a gaze of lust, it was a gaze of love.
for the first time in centuries, scaramouche felt safe. he, a puppet, had never been able to feel genuine humanly emotions, or so he thought. until he met (y/n), he strongly believed that he would never be able to do so.
scaramouche presses his lips into a thin line as he looses his grip on (y/n)'s top. unable to maintain the loving gaze, he shifts his attention to the side.
"thank you.." he mumbles, his voice quiet.
almost immediately, he felt his wife's soft lips on his. it was a short and abrupt kiss, with her pulling away in less than a moment. "do you want to be the top or the bottom today, sweetheart?" (y/n) asks as she slowly leads the both of them to the lovingly-done bed. scaramouche rests his head on her shoulder. "i want you to take care of me today." he replies.
"hm? that's the first time i've heard you say that," (y/n) lets out a soft laugh, knowing that her husband would usually act bratty and never admit to wanting to bottom.
"shut it." scaramouche's lips contort into a small smile.
he could feel (y/n) lower him down onto the bed, his bottom hitting the softness of the duvet. "then i shall take care of you today, my love," she hums. her hand rose to tilt scaramouche's chin up to face her.
"and i want you to keep your eyes on me the entire time, alright?"
**
"does it hurt?"
scaramouche's teary eyes were wide open as he feels his wife's fingers curve inside of him. (y/n) was plunging her fingers in and out of his loosened pinkish hole, making the male twist and moan in pleasure.
"hnngh...p—please, continu—hnNGH!" he lets out a loud moan as he feels the edge of her fingers rub against a spot that made him feel all sensitive.
"oh?" (y/n)'s eyebrows were raised as she observed his expressions. her fingers retreated and thrusted back in again and hit that same spot, causing scaramouche to let out a small cry of pleasure.
"hmm.." she smiles devilishly as she started pounding his hole with her fingers, repeatedly rubbing and making contact with his sweet spot.
'god, it feels so good.' those words repeated in his mind in a rushed chant. he was unable to speak with how good he was feeling, and if he did, it only came out in inaudible strings of words. his tongue lols out of his lips as he gripped tightly onto the bedsheets below him. his eyes were shot wide open, his pupils dilated. god, he was so close.
and as close as he was, (y/n) dragged her fingers out just as he was about to reach his high. there were thick strings of lube connecting his needy hole and her fingers. scaramouche lets out a pained cry as he feels his insides grow empty without the warmth of her fingers. "(y/n)! why did you have to stop there..." he cries out with his whiny voice, unable to keep his frustration in check.
it earned him a soft slap on the cheek. "patience, my dear," (y/n) purred in his ear. their faces were only inches away when she brought her hand up to his chest, pinching and flicking his erected nipples. this elicited quiet moans from the indigo-haired male. 'why does it feel so good?' he thinks to himself as he feels her fingers twist at his rosy buds.e
"(y/n)...(y/n)... i can't..." scaramouche whines, his chest heaving up and down as rushed breaths left his velvety lips. his eyebrows were knitted together, eyes never leaving her hand on his chest. each touch from the (h/c)-haired female sent shocks coursing through his veins. his mind felt so, so, fuzzy every time she cooed softly into his ear, whispering sweet nothings.
he was close, and yet he couldn't come. not under her command.
"can't what, scaramouche?" (y/n) hums. she slowly lingered her fingers from his flat chest lower to his abdomen, where she glided the tip of her fingers along the shape of his skinny abs.
a sharp gasp left his lips as she continued teasing him, her hand moving lower and lower, but never reaching his dick. in fact, to tease the whining male more, (y/n) circled her fingers around the base of his aching dick and reached down to his inner thigh, before linking back up to his v-line.
"f—fuck, (y/n), please... i really can't!" scaramouche cries out, his tone desperate. he couldn't wait further for her to touch him, and if she wasn't going to touch him any sooner, he would do it instead.
scaramouche sat up and without hesitation, his hand reached for his hardened length, only for it to be slapped away by (y/n)'s hand. he bit down on his lower lip in frustration. his eyes were glinting with a mix of lust and anger as he sharply turns and looks at his wife. "why are you—" he sounded, but was talked over by her.
"did i say you could touch it?" (y/n) asks, though it was more of a statement than a question. scaramouche felt his pride seep away quickly, and instead was overcome by submissiveness. he retreats his hand back close to his body, and his eyes softened completely.
a soft whimper left his lips as his back met the bedsheets yet again. "i—i'm sorry." he sobbed, finally knowing how helpless he was at the moment and that he was completely under he control.
(y/n) scoffs as she finally grabs his length, gripping it hard and tight. scaramouche shoots his eyes wide open, not expecting her to finally touch him. his cheeks relighted to a bright shade of red as she started to move her hand up and down in a repetitive motion at a medium pace.
"this was what you wanted, wasn't it?" she purred, showing clear amusement in the situation scaramouche was in. the male was mewling as she fisted his cock. a tear seeped from the corner of his eye, inching down his flushed cheeks.
"f—fuck! yes, faster! oh, please, (y/n)~" scaramouche mewled, arching his back as his hips unconsciously thrust up to match the rhythm of her fist fucking his cock.
his legs spread wide open as his cock fucked into her fist. his cock was drenched in precum as more and more continued leaking from his tiny little urethra. he could feel his orgasm build up within, and he was close. so close.
"i—i'm gonna...!—"
scaramouche's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he let out a long, soft groan. his fingers loosened their grip on the white duvet. thick strings of cum spurted out of his tip, some landing on his tummy and some landing on (y/n)'s face.
"hah...ah...." he panted. his thumb reached to (y/n)'s face to attempt to wipe his cum off her face, but it only smeared on her cheek. "i'm sorry..." his cheeks were still flushed red and his eyes were filled with love as he gazed at his lover.
(y/n) smiled as she stuck her tongue out and licked his cum at the corner of her lips. "you did well, my love," she exclaims.
(y/n) leaned to his face and pressed a loving kiss on his soft lips, to which he immediately caved in and reciprocated her kiss.
instead of the usual long and heated kiss, it was just a short peck on each other's lips.
"i love you."
(y/n) intertwined her husband's fingers with hers. it was like him to say it first, a contrast to when they first met.
"i love you most, kunikuzushi," (y/n) whispers under her breath.
their gazes lingered. it was silent, but it was the comfortable kind of silence.
"let's wash you up, shall we?" (y/n) suggested after observing his unkept state, to which scaramouche responded to with a small nod and a small frown on his face.
"just so you know, i'm going to put it in you the next time we do it again," he exclaims confidently, which he probably won't be doing since he enjoys being dominated.
his lover replied with a snicker as she pat his head. "sure, why not?" (y/n) chuckles, knowing that what he said was just an empty vow. her hands lowered down to his now pale cheeks as she squished them, causing scaramouche to grumble.
"let's wash you up now."