💭hate sex with ex scara (or is it really?).
🔞minors do not interact. this is an exploration of vulnerability. multiple positions (2). backshots (reader receiving.) blowjob (character receiving). porn with feelings. crying during sex. implications that scaramouche is trying to push you away from the relationship. surprisingly gn!reader. wc: 500+ words.
You can see it from his eyes. He isn’t making love to you. There is longing, jealousy, and a million questions left unanswered. And most of all, there are tears. Even as he plants you against the wall, fucking you from behind, you feel the deep frown tugging at his lips. He is ardent, almost too aggressive in the way he litters bites all over your shoulders and neck. He marks you as his like nothing has ever changed, yet he fucks you like you were the most despicable human in the world. Despite how long it has been, he comes apart, shuttering against your shoulder with a wetness you could only interpret as his heart bleeding for you to feel.
(You wish you didn’t think it was so beautiful.)
Beneath the anger, there is just so much hurt. So much confusion. He is cursing you out while you shift to devour him whole, hips thrusting into your mouth while his hand wraps tight around your head. His chest heaves and his thighs ache. Kunikuzushi knows he looks ruined.
Beneath the recess of his pleasure, he can see the look you are giving him. The same single-minded stare whenever you are reminiscing. Maybe you are reminded of the man you once fell in love with. Your once sweet Kunikuzushi. Unknowing where his place in your relationship is. All his firsts shared in the room you once shared. He no longer can be him. He isn’t him at all.
This Kunikuzushi didn’t care whether you choke on his cock or not. Not when he is chasing after your own ruin. Not when he knows you will like it either way. Hah, and yet, when he sees your hand inching towards below your waist, hoping to find reprieve in getting him off, he just can’t help himself from laughing. You actually enjoyed this roughness? How pathetic. Maybe he should’ve done this sooner.
“I can’t believe you are enjoying this way more than before we broke up.” Then a pause. “Can’t get enough huh?”
He hears you laugh. It is a sickeningly sweet thing. Something that hadn’t changed about you. Scaramouche may bleed in insecurity, in knowing there could be more than what he could possibly surrender to you—while you would tell him you would simply kiss the scars like they were constellations.
“I want you, isn’t that enough? If it means you will stay,” you whisper. “I’ll take it all.”
He blinks.
A deep seated embarrassment aches in his chest. Despite himself, he knows there is a flush creeping onto his cheeks. He leans back, hiding the rest of his features.
Then once, twice—and he is rolling his hips into your face, abandoning all shame. He grows louder, his grip on your shoulder strong enough to leave marks. Fuck, you are too much. Too kind. Too—Annoying. He doesn’t understand you.
“Then don’t stop now,” he groans. “Don’t you dare fucking stop now.”
If Kunikuzushi was tired of dealing with you. Your willingness to come back. Your insistence to be right by his side. Giving and giving. Shouldn’t he take what he wants? He’d make sure to carve out his being into your soul until it is the only thing you could remember. Until he can prove to himself that love isn’t just a fickle, precarious thing. Each moment you spent apart from him, he will make sure the next is spent under him.
