Scaramouche x Male! reader - "I'd rather be in my grave" : College Au!!

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 10 - ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɪɴꜱ

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(It might be trash since I've never wrote something like this before but please bear with me 😞)

The art room was mostly quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the strokes of your paintbrush. The soft glow of the setting sun was peeking through the large windows, casting an orange hue as you were leaning over the canvas, drawing onto it with clean brush strokes. You and your partner have been working on this group project for hours now – even having to stay after university hours – and half-way through your partner decides to get some more paint, leaving you alone with your own thoughts.

It's been a few days since that incident in the restaurant, but it still lingers in your mind. Why did Scaramouche touch you like that? And why didn't you push him away? You mostly didn't pay no mind to it at first when it happened, thinking it was Scaramouche's weird way of teasing you. But after thinking about it for a while, you realized that Scaramouche never touched you like that before. The only times he ever really touched you was to shove you away.

However, now was not the time to dwell on that matter, what you need to focus on now was the group project. Which reminds you of why you picked Art as a major in the first place – You mostly had art as a hobby when you were a kid, it was something you'd do when you were bored. However,  you were never really passionate about art, so why did you choose it as a major? Because modelling doesn't exist as a major. Plus, you gotta get that university experience, right? You got money to throw around.

You took a moment to stretch out your back, feeling the stiffness in your shoulders after being hunched over the canvas like a fucking shrimp for nearly an hour. The project was halfway done, and you were more than ready to go take a nap.

Suddenly, the door swung open and you thought it was your project partner returning with the paint. However, to your surprise, it was Scaramouche entering the room looking smug as ever. What was he doing here? Last you checked he majored in psychology, no?

"What are you doing here?" you asked, barely hiding your irritation as he stepped closer. "I could ask you the same thing," Scaramouche replied, looking over at the canvas before smirking. "but it seems you're trying to make something out of that... mess." he gestured towards the project you have been working on for hours now. You scoffed, "It's called art, dumbass. But knowing you, you probably don't even know what that is."

Scaramouche chuckled, the sound low and mocking as he crossed his arms. He casually leaned against a nearby table, looking at you with a raised eyebrow, "Oh, please. You're just trying to act like some grand artist when in reality you're just a try hard." You rolled your eyes, of course he'd say something like that, but you've grown used to his words so it didn't affect you as much. "Are you really here to annoy me? Because if so, you can leave. The door is right there." you offered him a fake smile, gesturing towards the door before focusing back on your painting. What a headache...

Before you could even lift your paintbrush to start painting again, Scaramouche grabbed your wrist, causing you to drop it on the ground as you looked at him in confusion. "Um, what's your problem?" you asked, seeing the intensity in his gaze as he suddenly pulled you closer, causing you to stumble in your step. In one swift motion, Scaramouche pinned you down onto the table, his body hovering over you as you could feel the cool surface pressing against your back.

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"You drive me crazy you know that?" You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his tone. "What are you–" you started, but the words were caught in your throat as Scaramouche's face drew near, his breath hot against your face. "I can't stop thinking about you..." he muttered, his eyes burning with desire. Fuck, how did you end up here?

You open your mouth to respond, but before you could form a coherent thought, Scaramouche's lips crashed against yours. The kiss was messy, full of urgency and frustration. You could barely keep up as his mouth moved against yours. Your mind raced, trying to fully comprehend what was happening, but all rational thoughts melted away as the kiss deepened.

You wanted to push him away, to protest, but your body betrayed you. Instead of fighting, your hands found their way to his chest, fisting the fabric of his shirt as you kissed him back. His lips were soft but demanding, and with every second the kiss grew more intense. What were you doing? Why are you kissing him back? You're straight for god's sake! I mean, maybe not anymore since you're now kissing a guy...but still!

Scaramouche pulled back for a brief moment, both of you breathing heavily. His lips were swollen after the intense kiss, and his eyes – those goddamn eyes – looked at you with a mix of desire and frustration. Slowly a smirk creeped up his face. "Not so confident now are you?" he teased. Before you could retort, his lips found your neck as he trailed hot kisses down your neck.

"Scara–" you gasped, but Scaramouche bit down on your sensitive skin, causing you to arch involuntarily under his touch. You bit down on your bottom lip, silencing any moans that could accidentally slip out as his grip on your waist tightened. "Still going to pretend you don't like this..?" Scaramouche whispered, his lips ghosting your collarbone as you looked away in embarrassment.

You wanted to protest, tell him to stop, but the words died on your lip as his hand slid under your shirt. His fingers began to trace the skin of your waist as his other hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look back at Scaramouche's face. He kissed you again, harder this time as his tongue slipped past your lips.

You both were so caught up in the heat of the moment that you both didn't hear the sound of the door creaking open. It wasn't until you heard the faint sound of something hitting the floor that made you both freeze.

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Your partner stood at the doorway, eyes wide open as they stared at the scene in front of them. Scaramouche was the first to react, pulling away almost immediately as if he got burned. Meanwhile, you slowly got up from the table, looking down at the ground feeling embarrassed.

"Uh, I-I got the paint..." your partner stuttered, holding up the acrylic paints in their hand before crouching down to pick up the rest they dropped. "Yes, um, thank you..." you mumbled, walking back towards the canvas as you watched Scaramouche eventually leave in silence. However, you saw him cast you one last glance before leaving.

"So... should we, uh, finish the project?" you asked, picking up your dropped paintbrush off the ground as you smiled at your partner. They soon nodded, walking up to stand beside you as they continued on with the project. However, all you could think about was the lingering taste of Scaramouche on your lips and the feel of his hands against your skin...

Author note: Congrats, you got the "YOU'RE GAY" Achievement.