you and Scaramouche were just friends with 'benefits' and nothing else. But despite being just 'friends', he always gets jealous of you talking to other guys beside him. ...

Scaramouche was there, nuzzling his head against your chest, since he always liked how big and comfy they were.. He was sitting on your comfy lap as he wouldn't stop squeezing his face against your chest, while his words were being muffled.

“don't talk to him again... Pleaseee..”