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kunikuzushithesixth · 6 months

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MINORS DNI

Featuring :- dom!Scaramouche x sub!Fem!reader

TW :- Orgasm Denial, Mention of Punishment, Slight Bondage at the end, honorifics such as Sir, AU, marking, mention of genitalia

Requests :- OPEN

You played a prank on him yesterday. When he came home, you stole all of his clothes and hid them away — upon being questioned you acted innocent, denying any knowledge of the crime but he saw through your lies “You didn't do it..?” He probed further, hoping you would tell him the truth but you didn't. But he knew it already. After living together for so many years, he could easily tell when you were lying. The signs were there. The small childish giggle and how you fidgeted with your fingers — all of them gave you away. And today it was no different. You hid his clothes…. but, that's okay! He wasn't angry. He was just disappointed in you, that's all. He wasn't going to scream at you, or remind you how worthless you were like he usually did.

But, he was going to teach you a lesson. Something that you are going to remember for days to come. A lesson that will stop you from committing the same mistake twice…

Thankfully, he had a spare set of clothes in case an emergency ever rose. He wore it, and went to bed. Not a single word was exchanged between him, and you. It made you wonder if he was actually mad at you. Silent treatments were always the worst punishment for you. The thought of looking at your boyfriend, and not being able to speak with him seemed the worst kind of lesson he could possibly teach you.. But, that wasn't it.

To your surprise, everything was back to normal the next day. He was talking with you again, but something felt different. He wasn't the one to forget a prank so easily. When he said, there's going to be a punishment, there usually is one. So what happened now? You wonder, as your gaze falls on his face, and you see a smile. Nothing ever scared you, but when he smiled… It was like the calm before a storm. You shivered at that thought. What was he planning? If only you could read his mind. Every time, he looked at you, eyes so full of mischief and unpredictability, it made you scared — you wished you’d never played that prank on him. But, it was done. There was no changing the past. All you can do is wait, and accept your punishment.

And just like that, hours turned into days, and days bled into the weeks but he still hasn't done anything. He was talking with you, cooking for you — and looking after you, like a good boyfriend should. You thought he must’ve forgotten about your little prank and the promise of a punishment he had given you. You were relieved.

But, that comfort you felt was short-lived. He never forgets, nor does he forgive. He was just waiting for the right time and soon that opportunity presented itself.

You were at work today. Your boyfriend ; Scaramouche, was at your place, cooking and cleaning it. Or at least, that's what you thought he was doing. Instead, he was preparing an elaborate scheme for you. A punishment for your bad behavior.

That night when you came home, you looked beat. You were exhausted from working all day , and all you needed right now was a warm shower, a comforting set of clothes, and dinner. You were certain Scaramouche had prepared something nice for you, considering how good of a cook he was. Eating his food always replenished your strength, “Baby, I’m home.” You called out but there was no response. You wonder as you lay the sling bag on the table ‘Where is he..?’ You looked around the house, but there was not a single soul. Not even a single bird chirped outside. Maybe they had all gone to bed? It was, after all, a cold night. But, still the silence you heard was uncanny. It gave you jitters.

And, the absence of your boyfriend made it even more prominent, “Where the hell is he?” You say to yourself, the fatigue of an entire day suddenly weighing over your shoulders. Deciding it was almost useless to look for him, you walked upstairs to your bedroom.

You walked inside, and stood in front of the mirror — you were very tired. You could see it in your reflection, the heavy bags that had formed underneath your eyes from countless hours of grueling work. You wanted to quit, but it was impossible. While you kept thinking about it, you started to undress. Slowly, allowing your blouse to fall off your shoulders, you looked at yourself once again, admiring the sight. Hands almost reaching out to your breast, you felt a familiar ache in between your legs — but, you were too tired to act on it.

Instead, you unzipped your pants, tossed them aside on the bed along with a pair of lacy panties, and walked inside the bathroom.

Once inside, you turned on the shower and felt the warm water touch your body almost intimately, chasing the fatigue away. You started to touch yourself everywhere, massaging the sore muscles as you felt like you were reborn. The former tiredness which had plagued you no longer existed. All thoughts about work, you kept aside and enjoyed the warm bath — occasionally singing a melody to yourself. But, while you were enjoying it, something bad was happening outside.

Soon, you were done. You wrapped a towel around yourself, and walked out but something felt amiss. The clothes you had laid out on the bed were gone. Alarmed by it, you opened your wardrobe and as you guessed it, it was empty. Everything was gone. Even the secret closet of underwear you had was empty. Was there a break-in? You looked around, trying to figure out the source from where the thief could’ve possibly entered, but instead of a burglar, your eyes landed on a man — purple hair, indigo eyes, and around 5”3 in height. He had a smile on his face.

“ You are sick…” You say , and look at your boyfriend. It was naive of you to think that Scaramouche had forgotten everything. He never did.

“How about you look outside?” He said to you, and following his direction, you looked outside the window. You couldn't believe what you saw. Red tongues of flame danced against the nightly backdrop, as you watched your clothes turn to ash. Everything you’d bought so far meticulously burned to cinders, leaving you in naught but a towel. The cold winter breeze raises gooseflesh on your flesh, as the flame eventually dies leaving behind charred remains. So, this was the punishment he had been talking about? you look at him — a blend of confusion, and anger across your face. But, it appears Scaramouche wasn't done with his punishment yet, as he slowly approached you.

A wicked smile spread on his face, “You pulled a prank on me, remember? All I did was return the favor with interest. “ He told you, and you felt your body tremble. Whether it was from the cold, or anger — you couldn't tell. And, before you could protest further, your boyfriend’s hand reached out and undid the towel. The only piece of clothing that had protected you from the harsh cold, as you impulsively hide your chest.

“It's pointless.” You heard him croon, and felt that ache return between your legs as you squeeze them together. You were naked — and completely vulnerable to whatever sick fantasies Scaramouche had in mind. But, that feeling of helplessness turned you on. You felt your nipples perk, made worse by the cold wind.

Gods. You whisper. You couldn't take it. You wanted Scaramouche to touch you, and end the suffering but then it wouldn't really be a punishment, would it? Not unless you suffered — you had to repent for every little mistake you ever committed against Scaramouche “I am sorry, Sir. I will do well from now on.” You begged, as the pleasure continued to build, reaching heights you never experienced.

And as you were on verge of collapsing, you felt Scaramouche's lips all over your naked flesh, decorating it with lipstick marks. Was he wearing lipstick? You couldn't think straight — perhaps he was, you thought and immediately felt his hand squeeze your thigh, earning a moan from you. It was impossible to remain quiet. Not when he abused your body like that. His tongue idly runs circles on your nipples, teasing you.

Unable to endure the torture, you grabbed your boyfriend’s hair roughly and shoved your breasts in his mouth.

You could care less about your punishment now — all you wanted right now was pleasure, “Please, Sir.” You heard yourself say, your voice wavering as Scaramouche sucked on your perked nipples. As he did that, you felt his digits dive right in between your legs.

“Fuck.”

You pulled on your bottom lip with your teeth, trying your best to keep the noises at a minimum — the walls were thin, and you didn't want your neighbors to know how much of a whore you were. You had a reputation to uphold, after all. But, Scaramouche was making it hard. With his fingers invading your wet folds, he vigorously abused your clit making you moan. As his fingers thrusted in, and out of you — he started to bite your nipples, bruises appearing all over your unblemished skin.

But you were not satisfied. You wanted more, “I want to cum.” You speak in a feeble voice, burying his face in your chest. Your hand trails down his smooth alabaster flesh, as you try to fish out his cock. His incredibly hard mahood which you felt against your stomach, but before you could take it out, you were stopped. Your wrist tightly grabbed, and tied behind your back with a velvety rope. All of it done before you could realize anything.

“What are you doing..?” You question, as an orgasm threatened to spill out your wet pussy but before you could reach that high, Scaramouche left you all alone. You tried to follow him, but with your limbs tied together, you could hardly move a muscle. All you could do was stare helplessly at the door , as the orgasm settled down.

Now — naked, cold, and left with an ache, you can do nothing but wait ; hoping for Scaramouche's return.

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