The bad guy, a Scaramouche x Fem!reader isekai

The day after

It's morning. You wake up in the arms of Scaramouche. One leg straddling his side while he's holding ur thigh. The other is straight. Your arms are against his chest and so is your face. His other arm is around your waist and his head is on top of yours. Your eyes are still closed, trying to wake up. But the warmth is making you sleepy again. After a while of waking up and falling asleep again you finally make a real attempt to wake up.

You slowly opened your eyes, only to be met with darkness again. You were still against his chest. The sweet and minty musk overwhelmed you a bit. You moved your head back a little so you rested on the pillow again. You couldn't move your body into another positions since every little movement made him unconsciously hold you tighter. You were still really close to his face. Feeling his breath against the tip of your nose.

Blinking your eyes, now finally awake again, realization struck upon you. You were in very close proximity with Scaramouche, in bed, practically holding each-other, in an awkward position. Imagine someone walked in, and you'd have to explain this. Luckily no one can suddenly walk in. But you knew when he wakes up that he'll start teasing again.

The heat flushed your cheeks. It was very comfortable, all you wanted to do was doze off again in his arms but that'd be very awkward when he wakes up too. You calmed yourself down a bit. Laying your head down on the pillow again.

You studied him, asleep. It was for research purposes you kept telling yourself. He looked so peaceful. His hair was all ruffled up. 'Cute.' His lips pouted lightly and his eyes were relaxed. He looked so pretty. You had the urge, no you actually did it. Your hand found his cheek. Your fingers trailed over the skin.

His face was so soft. Whatever happened to this man to make him do such terrible stuff and to make him put up a tough front. A couple strands of hair were at his eyes so you pushed them back a little. You smiled at this sight.

Suddenly his eyelashes fluttered open. "Morning" he said with a groggy morning voice. His voice was unusual deeper than normal. You were embarrassed being caught red handed. You quickly pulled your hand back. "Uh morning." You said quietly. Quite embarrassed still.

He pulled you closer. Apparently he's the one of the two of you that isn't surprised. He smirked. 'He knows what he's doing.' "What are you-?" You were interrupted. "Shhhhhhh." He whispered. He pulled you closer and hugged you tightly. He didn't let go. After a while of just laying like this u started to feel drowsy again.

The world turned dark again. You fell asleep. After a while you woke up again. This time in complete freedom, which wasn't better then how you were before. You turned to your side and finally opened your eyes. You heard a shower running. The water drops falling to the ground at great speed.

When you got the room key they told you they have a water reservoir which stores enough water to shower with. So Scaramouche is in the shower. Alright. You sat up against the bed frame, rubbing your eyes. After a while of sitting and staring at the wall you were pulled out of your thoughts by the shower stopping. And a door opening.

Out of the door came a half-naked Scaramouche. Don't get me wrong, when I say this I mean he doesn't have his shirt on yet. He had a towel over his left shoulder. He doesn't have very toned muscles or something. You can see that he's got a sporty posture but his muscles aren't very toned. But it really suits him well.

Scaramouche noticed your stares and chuckled. Which led your attention to his laugh again. You realized you were staring for too long. "Like what you see?" He said while ruffling his hair with the towel. "Yes." You looked at him directly. He stopped with what he was doing and turned back to you. He looked you dead in the eyes. His blush was evident. You were taken aback for a second but still held your ground.