You were in the upstairs bedroom of some random house party you were invited to, getting with with your enemy, Scaramouche, for whatever reason. You were drunk, so you tried not to blame yourself too much.

“Hah.. hngh..” He grunted under his breath, his hips moving at a quicker pace now.

“Fuck.. y-you’re so good..” He mumbled softly, as he leaned down closer to your ear so you could hear every little groan and whimper. Even during sex, he made it his life’s mission to torment you.