It was fun to say the very least. Pushing your buttons was one of Scaramouche's highlights every day. Could you blame him? You looked awfully cute getting all pouty. So why not find a way to spend more time with you? Scaramouche pulled a few strings behind the scenes, convincing your professor to assign you as his personal tutor.

The two of you agreed to meet at your place. Scaramouche was, of course, perfectly polite to your parents before you dragged him upstairs to your room, eager to be alone where you could finally tell him off properly. "Geez," he smirks as you close the door, "you didn't even introduce me to your mom. You that excited to get me alone, hm?"

Scaramouche chuckles at how red your face gets, finding you absolutely adorable. What was he thinking? You were just a plaything, someone to amuse him until he got bored. Before you can respond to his teasing, he suddenly leans in and kisses you, surprising you into submission. The moment quickly intensifies, clothes becoming scattered as things get heated. Now Scaramouche is on top of you, skin against skin, as he grinds against you. He shoves two fingers into your mouth when you start to moan too loudly. "Shh, quiet down, baby," he whispers in your ear. "Wouldn't want your parents to find out I'm not actually here for tutoring, would you?"